悪魔は僕の部屋の中に
[Akuma wa Boku no Heya no Naka ni]
By Bayou
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Part 5
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WARNING : Hardcore sex scene! Read at your own risk!
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Part 5
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WARNING : Hardcore sex scene! Read at your own risk!
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At first, he was only intended to admire the alluring body that captured his eyes...
The concierge was kind enough to help him carrying Kyou and laid him on the bed. He left the suite with satisfied smile after Mochidzuki gave him a generous tip of a ten thousand yen.
After hearing the door closed shut, he started stripping down Kyou's jacket and t-shirt that was hiding that well defined chest and abs he saw that day—and threw it recklessly on the floor. He touched the naked skin; it felt leathery and smooth. The touch made Kyou moaned a little, surprising Mochidzuki who automatically yanked back his hand in retrieval.
He observed the calm face of Kyou; it seemed that he was just mumbling in his sleep. Confirming that the boy didn't wake up, he continued tracing the perfectly sculpted body with his hands. Started with his face, though it's not gorgeous enough to be called handsome, Kyou had an attractive manly face figure; thick eyebrows, slanted eyes with piercing look of an eagle—yet they were always looked kind. His nose was big and tall, placed above a pair of lips that were so thin; it barely visible when he closed his mouth. He also had strong jaw that always covered with unshaven stubble. If he was a little bit tidier, he could look more striking. Finished tracing Kyou's face, Mochidzuki's hand trailed down to his neck, broad shoulder, rough collarbone, supple chest, hard abs, and then his hand stopped at the waistline of Kyou’s jeans.
It was very tempting to peek at the boy's manhood that was seen bulged invitingly inside his jeans. Gulping down his saliva, he undid Kyou's jeans and unzipping his fly; revealing a childishly cute Spongebob Squarepants briefs. Mochidzuki chuckled at Kyou's weird taste, it would've been better if it was an ordinary plain white briefs, but since it was a weirdly cute taste, it was forgiven.
He noticed that a small amount of his pubic hair peeked over the briefs waistline, inviting him to see more of it. His breathing was getting harder as he pulled down the yellow briefs and exposed the limp bigger-than-normal circumcised manhood.
The skin underneath the briefs had lighter color than the rest of his tanned body. It was supposed to look silly, but Mochidzuki thought it was cute and sexy to have an untanned skin hidden in his most private part. His manhood was also in light color, it made sure that it was only occasionally used; maybe only two or three times masturbation per week, and it was definite that it was used lesser inside a woman. At his age, Mochidzuki was very sure that Kyou wasn't a virgin anymore; at least he had had sex a few times already. But it never crossed his mind that the younger man was actually still a virgin.
Mochidzuki traced the length with his finger, and then took it in his hand; its normal size was already a handful to his grip, but Kyou's hands were bigger, and it makes him wonder how big it could be when it's erect to fit in those big hands.
His hand stroked at the length and magically made it hard even though the alcohol was affecting the boy's system and it should be lowering his libido. He took the half-hard shaft into his mouth and licked the tip gently with his tongue, sucking it slowly, savoring the taste from the dripping pre-cum that started leaking off its tip.
Kyou moaned as he felt the pleasure running down his spine from the lower front side that was being played at. But he still hadn't awaken yet.
Kyou's manhood was gradually getting bigger and harder to its fully erect size; which was amazingly big, it barely fit in Mochidzuki's mouth. Deep-throated it was nearly impossible; only mouthing the thick head had his jaw tired already. The length and the thickness mesmerized him; he never saw that size owned by any man he’d ever slept with.
Now that he'd seen it, touched it, and tasted it; his lust was growing bigger and hungrier... he wanted it inside him.
He was well aware that Kyou would be woken up if he went further, he ripped the bed sheet and tied Kyou's hand over his head and knotted it to the bedpost—to prevent him from running away. He did it hastily because his own manhood was already erect and throbbing uncontrollably, and his insides were itching to be filled with Kyou's huge shaft.
He stripped himself off and tossed his clothes carelessly onto the floor before finally stripping the rest of Kyou’s remaining clothes.
There was no lubricant, and this hotel wasn't a love hotel that provided one. He was also too lazy to search for a lotion and too horny to get off the bed, so he had to think of other alternative.
He rubbed his erection to Kyou's and moistened his hands with their pre-cum and started to fingering his hole and lubricated himself. But it wasn't enough; Kyou was so big that he had to stretch himself properly or he'd be torn. Breathing hard as his desires built up; he kept rubbing their erection together until he came and caught his cum in his hand. Now he had enough lube to stretch himself.
"Ah, ah, ngh..."
His gasps were reverberated in the spacious room.
Though it was being abandoned for quite some time, Kyou's huge shaft was still standing proudly right before his eyes and inviting him to take it inside. He almost couldn't take it anymore! But he didn't want to get hurt, so he endured his hunger and stretched himself a bit longer.
When he thought he was ready, he moved and positioning himself on top of Kyou's huge shaft and lowered his body a little until the tip of Kyou's manhood touched his hole. Using his body weight, he pressed down and let the huge shaft entered. The sensation was beyond Mochidzuki's expectation; Kyou's manhood was so huge it filled him up right away, and the tip pressed the exact place of his pleasure point; made his eyes flickered with invisible fireflies and he came in an instant.
It never happened before; coming two times in a row in a very short period.
The pleasure was so intense it made Mochidzuki felt light headed and giddy. His inner side had already full with Kyou's manhood, yet, it was still not entirely in.
"Ah! Ah! Aa~ah!!" he screamed in ecstasy while trying to swallowed the huge member down to the hilt.
Mochidzuki's inner walls squeezed around the shaft so tight made it difficult to enter further; it was the depth that none of any other man's member had ever reached before. So he took his time moving his hips up and down slowly while letting Kyou's pre-cum lubricating himself from inside, and patiently making his inner walls getting familiar with the shape as it entering deeper little by little.
Kyou was wondering why he was breathing so hard it came out as gasps, and there was another incredible sensation he never had before—not even when he masturbate.
His head felt heavy and his eyes refused to open, but his mouth kept releasing series of moans and gasps, and the pleasant sensation he had from his lower part doubled his dizziness in a pleasuring way. Something heavy was weighing on him, and it wasn't because he was drunk. Another thing was wrapping tight around his most sensitive part that gave away the marvelous sensation. It took him quite a while to realize that both were related.
"Guh! Hah! Ah!"
Kyou didn't know how long he's been gasping so hard it made his throat dry. Being annoyed by it; he forced his eyes open and shocked with what he saw, it made him sober a little.
Mochidzuki was riding him and taking his manhood up his ass—connecting them together. The wet squelching sound that came from the sex they had was so dirty it embarrassed him. The moving body in front of him was beautiful it took his breaths away. The skin was pearly white, contrast with his tanned skin, and it was so slender it could be mistaken as a woman's body—but without any breasts on the chest; only cute reddish pink nipples that was perking in lust. Mochidzuki's face was flushed and his hair fell on his face unevenly, swayed in the same rhythm with his moving body; adding ten times of sexy impression of his beautiful face.
Although it felt so damn good, Kyou didn't want all of these. Not because his partner was a man, but because there was no love involved.
He wanted his first to be with someone he loved.
People might call him some conservative virgin high school girl, but he did saving his virginity until finding his truly beloved. He didn't want to have some random sex just to lose his virginity, like everybody did.
But now, not only someone was taking his virginity away, that person was a man, and the one he used to call 'friend'.
He felt betrayed!
All the bad treatment he had before was nothing compared to this!
If it was money, he could earn it back. If it was physical labor, he had more than enough strength to help and it wouldn't hurt him at all. If it were wounds, it would recover by medical treatment. And if it were lies, a single apologized was enough for him to give his forgiveness.
But what could he do if the one he lost was his virginity?
Nothing can be done to undo it!
It hurt so much, he could die from the heart ache.
The stabbing pain on his chest had returned all of his senses. He wanted to shove Mochidzuki away, but his hand was bound tightly above his head—it stung and he barely could feel his fingers. He writhed, but his hips were locked between Mochidzuki's knees and he didn't have enough strength to struggle harder to escape.
It was all because the damn alcohol’s fault!!
Mochidzuki felt this movement and realized that the boy he straddled had awakened.
"Oh, you're awake already?" he said, stopping his movement for a while.
"Mo—Mochidzuki-san... w—what are you doing??" Kyou asked in disbelief.
"Shush..."
Mochidzuki put a finger over Kyou's mouth, silencing him.
"Don't talk, just feel..."
"No!" he shouted, "Get off m—ngh!"
Kyou moaned as the other man tightening his inside around him, giving a painfully pleasure.
Mochidzuki chuckled. "See? There's no need to resist, you're definitely feeling it."
He rocked back his hips in a pleasuring slow motion that forced Kyou to release another series of moans and gasps.
"You sure have some stamina here," he said, "I’ve already came three times, yet, you still haven't. I couldn't help it though; you're so big that it filled me up right away. It felt so good, I couldn't hold it in. Sorry that I spill it on you."
Mochidzuki trailed his finger on the thick cloudy liquid that spread over Kyou's stomach. It felt gross. More than that, Kyou was surprised seeing that the older man seemed lacking of sense of embarrassment, while he was blushing beet red hearing it
"Mo—Mochidzuki-san, are you gay?" he asked between his breaths.
"Yes I am," he answered without hesitation.
"Doing this to me, d—do you like me?"
Mochidzuki laughed, "I only seek for pleasure, and your body is so tempting, I couldn't help myself not to eat you up."
Kyou's face grimed. "But you didn't ask for my permission."
"As long as it feels good, it doesn't matter, right?"
"It does matter!" Kyou shouted, "It matters a whole lot! I can't believe you're doing this to me!"
Kyou's voice trembled with anger.
Mochidzuki laughed again, "You're talking as if you were being raped! Look whose dick that sticking up my ass?"
Kyou couldn't argue that. It was him who was doing the penetrating, not the otherwise. Even if he went to the police and reported that he was raped, there was no prove of it; he'll only get laughed at.
"Why are you doing this to me? I thought we were friends..." he said in weak voice.
"Don’t be silly. We're still friends, aren't we? We're only leveling up into fuck-buddy now."
That was a cruel word to say. Kyou's heart ached hearing this; he felt that he was nothing but a mere tool to released Mochidzuki's desire.
"I don't want this..." Kyou whispered so low that it was barely heard.
Mochidzuki was too absorbed riding on the pleasure he didn't care what Kyou's thought.
Resisting the pleasure by lying still like a dead tuna*, yet his body thought the otherwise and betrayed him. The pleasure was so intense, and Mochidzuki was an expert to build up the stimulant, it doesn't take very long until Kyou was shooting his loads into Mochidzuki's hole.
"Ah... HNNH!!"
Kyou moaned as he filled him up with his semen so intense, it leaked out for its massive amount.
Mochidzuki smiled in satisfaction; he won.
"Hnnh... oh god. Look how much you've cum... Ah—you've been pent up all this time, huh?"
Having his assed filled with Kyou's thick liquid, he came for the fourth time.
"No... A—aaah!" he screamed in ecstasy and spilled the thin and almost transparent semen on Kyou's stomach; the leftover from the previous three.
Mochidzuki waited until Kyou's shaft was softened a little and slid himself out. The thick liquid leaked out from the opened hole and trailed down his thighs. Ignoring it, he moved up to untie Kyou's hand and moved down again to kiss Kyou.
Kyou shook his head to the side; refusing Mochidzuki's kiss.
"I see, no kiss if there's no love involved," Mochidzuki said in a soft tone.
The alcohol was still in his system, and after the intense sex—though he was only lying like a dead tuna, Kyou felt very tired. His blinked his eyes several times to get rid of his lethargy, he wanted to leave immediately. But again, his body betrayed him.
Mochidzuki stroked his hair gently.
"Just sleep," he said while kissing Kyous forehead.
Kyou hated his gentleness after what he had done. But the drowsiness took his consciousness away and led him to a deep sleep.
[To be continued]
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*Dead tuna : A slang for someone who just lying still and do nothing during sex, like a 'dead tuna'.
Labels: BL, hardcore, sex, story, strong language
Your comment (5)悪魔は僕の部屋の中に
[Akuma wa Boku no Heya no Naka ni]
By Bayou
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Part 4
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Kyou had never gotten angry. No matter how much people deceived, teased, scorned, or hurt him, he took all of it with sighed only. As much as people called him stupid, he never changed. Though his overly kind behavior sometimes made his friends irritated, they would stand by and defended him.
But everything had its limit; including Kyou's patience…
Kyou shifted to the side-end of the large double bed and took his underwear off the floor and wore them. Because of the alcohol influence in his system, his head was dizzy. His wrists were bruised for having it tied up and restrained on the bedpost. Aside that his body was as heavy as a stone, it was also sticky all over because of intense amount of mixed semen of him and the other person. He thought that he should take a shower before leaving, but he didn't want to stay any longer in that hotel room, especially with that other person in it. He just wanted to go home as soon as possible and forgot the whole thing, so he just wiped his body with the sheet and would deal with it at home.
He was in a luxurious tower suite in one of the most expensive 5 stars hotel in Tokyo. The room was 80sqm with separated living and bedroom, renting it might cost almost two hundred thousand yen per night; almost the same amount as half a year's rent of Kyou's small 1dk* apartment. The room was ridiculously huge made Kyou thought that it would be nice if his room on the countryside was at least a quarter as big, so it wouldn't be too cramped even if it's filled with 2 bunk beds which he shared with his three little brothers.
Being so used to live a humble life, he could never understand the luxurious lifestyle of rich people. For him, a thirty thousand yen of a full course meal could feed him at least a sating three times meal for a week. Two hundred thousand yen was more than enough to make a living for a whole month—and still have an unused amount to save. And rather than an expensive car, a motorbike cost less maintenance fee, gas, and a faster trip—rather than being trapped in traffic jam.
He never complained about his life before, he was happy with what he had. But now he felt remorse, not because he didn't have the money to live in luxurious life of the rich people, but it would be better if only the money that was used for the unnecessary luxury could be used for something more useful. A luxury was better to had once in a while, so it would be more meaningful, rather than take it for granted for having it every single time.
Feeling terrible body and soul, Kyou got up and bent down to take his jeans that were lying on the floor, but his head suddenly spun and his body swoon uncontrollably, it forced him to sit himself on the bed. The movement woke the other person; the sheet that covered him from head to toe rustled and a head with messy hair and slightly-flushed face peeked over it. The room was so dim and half of the man's face was covered by shade.
"You're leaving?" the person asked.
Kyou didn't answer. He silently took his jeans off the floor and wore them, also t-shirt and his baseball jacket. It took him quite sometime to stood up properly and walked away.
Receiving the silent treatment, the other man noticed that Kyou was sulking.
"Are you mad?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.
Kyou stopped and answered the question in a cold tone without turning, "Yes I am."
The other person chuckled, mocking at Kyou's foul mood. "It's very rare that the 'Yes Man' gets angry, I thought you never refused any request?"
"Anything but this," Kyou said, his body tensed of suppressing his anger.
"You’re talking like you were a virgin," he mocked again.
"I was,” still without turning, Kyou walked to the door, dragging his bag along the way.
This answer surprised the other man. "Wait!" he called, stopping Kyou who was about to open the door. He covered his body with the bed sheet and got off the bed. He picked up his jacket off the floor, took a wallet from its inside pocket, and pulled out several bills of ten thousand yens. "Here, take it," he offered the money.
Kyou didn't move an inch from where he stood. The hand on the door handle shook in anger.
"I'm neither a whore nor your fuck buddy, and I don't need your money. This will be the first and the last time we ever fucked," Kyou's voice started to tremble because of his brimming emotions, "And next time you stopped by the office, don't bother to look for me again, Mochidzuki-san. Our friendship game is over." he said before slamming the door behind him.
Kyou ran through the corridor with his head down, bumping a couple who yelled at him, yet he didn't even bother to stopped and apologized. He wasn't himself today; if he was, none of these would have had happened. He bit his lips hard to prevent his tears; it was embarrassing for a huge man to cry, but no matter how hard he tried to hold it, tears still leaked over his eyes in huge droplets.
Meanwhile, inside the hotel room, Mochidzuki's hand that was still hanging in the air dropped limply on his side, made the bills fell onto the floor.
What have I done? He asked himself regretfully.
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Few hours earlier, they were still friends; chatting and laughing happily at Kyou's favorite all-you-can-eat sushi restaurant. After finishing his twentieth nigiri** plate, Kyou started slowing down his eating pace, savoring the last five plate before his stomach was really full.
The middle-aged sushi chef became familiar with Kyou after his third time in a row visiting the restaurant. And after the fifth, they became overly friendly at each other. The old man was very pleased with Kyou's huge appetite, also because the boy seemed to enjoy every bite of his handmade sushi.
As today's complementary, the old man gave the boy two serving bottles of his best sake. Kyou refused the sake and said that he didn't drink. But the old man persistently put down the bottle on the table and threatened that if Kyou didn’t take it, he would be banned from the restaurant forever.
Kyou laughed over the joke and thank the old man. He thought he could get away with it and gave the sake to Mochidzuki who happen loved to drink. But the old man stubbornly stood by his table and crossed his arms, and it seemed that he wouldn't leave before Kyou drank at least a cup of it.
Mochidzuki chuckled and pour the sake in a cup and slide it to Kyou who was glaring at him and mouthing a 'no' repeatedly without a sound.
"I've told you that I don't—" he stopped at the glaring sushi chef and revised his words, "I mean, I can't drink. I have a very low tolerance in alcohol," he said.
"Just drink it," Mochidzuki shoved the cup into Kyou’s hand, "A cup of sake won't hurt you."
"Drink it!" the old man encouraged him.
"Ossan***..." Kyou whined.
"No-no-no, don't fool me with that puppy eyes of yours. If you don't drink it, means you don't respect me, then."
"Wha—?"
Kyou was speechless. Moreover it had drawn the other customer's attention and they started to encourage Kyou by shouting, "Drink! Drink! Drink!!"
Kyou accepted his defeat and chugged down the small cup with his eyes closed shut. It surprised him, that the sake didn't taste as bad as he thought. It was bitter, but also rather sweet with a faint apple scent in it.
The crowd cheered at him and laughed.
"Hey, this tasted pretty nice," he grinned.
The old man smiled with pride, "Of course," he said, "It was the best sake I had and it would be insulting if you refused it."
"Thanks, Ossan!" said Kyou to the old man who returned to his place behind the sushi bar.
Kyou poured his second cup and chugged it down again.
After his second cup, Kyou started to lose his senses and gulped down the rest of the sake directly from the bottle, and licking the dripping leftover from the bottle mouth.
Kyou noticed that Mochidzuki had drunk the second bottle so he yelled at the old man to bring him another bottle of the sake.
The crowd cheered and laughed louder than before. "Way to go, boy!" "You know how to drink!" the crowd shouted.
But after finishing his second bottle, he was already wasted and barely sober. Seeing that he couldn't last any longer, Mochidzuki paid the bill before he took the drunken boy to leave the restaurant, but he seemed to have a hard time dealing with Kyou's huge body which was limping because the alcohol already took his consciousness away. Seeing the slender man was having difficulties carrying the big guy, the old man helped out by holding Kyou's arm on his shoulder and let Mochidzuki carried the other one.
After helped putting Kyou into the taxi that Mochidzuki waved at, he apologized to Mochidzuki.
"I shouldn't have given him the booze in the first place," he said.
Mochidzuki laughed, "It's ok," he said, "He just need to learn the endurance of drinking alcohol, since he's barely ever drink liquor before."
"I see," the old man smiled, "Have a safe trip home, then. And be sure to come again." he closed the taxi door and watched it drove away before returning to the restaurant.
Mochidzuki had to hold on Kyou to help the knocked-out boy sit steadily so he wouldn't be shook side to side by the car movement. He could feel that Kyou's body was hard to his touch, the boy's body was well built though he's not overly muscular, he just had a balance muscle tone to fit his big feature.
Kyou was once told Mochidzuki that he used to work on his family field, planting and harvesting some vegetables and such. And in the big city, Kyou could never get rid of his agricultural habit; he had the landlady's permission to grow a small plantation on an empty lot at the apartment's backyard. The landlady was so pleased by the healthy and fresh vegetables Kyou was growing that she cut a third of Kyou's rent in exchange of the vegetables.
Speaking of which, Mochidzuki was once caught Kyou tending his small plantation with a small white towel wrapped his hair, and his tanned bare-chest skin glistened in sweat. Each and every muscle in his body moved in an enticing rhythm; the sweats were running on his supple chest down to his abdomen muscles that were loosing and tightening in sync with his labor breaths, enough to make the girls sighed in lust. And though the muscles on his arms are always quite visible over his clothes, but without anything to cover it made it look more defined with hints of tendons trailing down from his upper to lower arms.
Any men could work their asses in the gym and get toned, but none of them could get the strong feeling of muscles that was given by working out in the nature.
Mochidzuki wanted that tempting body for himself.
Yes, he was gay.
He was already gay as long as he could remember; in elementary school, he had this 'interest' in seeing other boy's dick. It was purely curiosity at first, but then when he was in junior high, the curiosity grew into lust. He never could get himself hard by girls, his side-dish**** was always male models in fashion magazines. His first was a senpai from senior high school, by then, he was already overcome his sex preference confusion.
He gave the taxi driver a new direction; he ordered him to drive them to a 5 star hotel—where while at it, he called the hotel and booked a tower suite for him. When they arrived, the hotel's concierge—who already familiar with his face because of his frequent visits—helped him carried Kyou to the room.
Ignoring the alarm from his conscience and following his lust only, he made the worst decision that could never be undone.
[to be continued]
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*1dk : [Originally LDK; Living, Dining, Kitchen.] It's an abbreviation frequently used in the world of Japanese real estate to describe apartments. 1dk means 1 room seperated into two, one for kitchen, one for [practically] living.
**Nigiri : Nigiri sushi is commonly called two kinds sushi because it involves two ingredients: sushi rice and a single topping usually takes the form of a type of seafood.
***Ossan : Rude term for middle-aged man; uncle.
****Side-dish : Another terminology of the items that's used to rouse the desire for masturbation. Usually porns or a picture of someone they like.
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Your comment (1) 悪魔は僕の部屋の中に
[Akuma wa Boku no Heya no Naka ni]
By Bayou
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Part 3
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Kyou was too busy working his illustration in his computer to realize that someone was approaching him and peeked over his shoulder.
"The anatomy is a bit wrong, you know?" the other person said, close to his ear.
"GUWAAAAH!!" Kyou surprised and shouted so loud that made everyone in the room was glancing irritatingly at him.
The boy turned and found another man's face was so close; their noses were almost touching one another. He yanked his head back and bumped it to the desk partition on his left.
"Mo—Mochidzuki-san!!" he yelped in pain and surprise, rubbing his sour head. "When did you—? How could—? Why—?" Kyou stuttered, failing to finish each of his sentences, and sighed, "Not again..."
Even though Kyou was very proud of his overly sensitive hearing that he could even tell who was coming, just by listening at their footsteps; he could never hear Mochidzuki's nor sensed his presence until he was very close or giving his existence away by started talking. As if the young man was hiding his presence while gliding—instead of walking normally.
Mochidzuki also seemed to love to tease him. After repeating the same thing each time he visited the company, Kyou specifically asked the receptionist to call him as soon as Mochidzuki stepped—or glided—into the building. But the receptionist was always forgotten to inform him because of her business receiving calls or answering questions of the non-stop-coming guests.
Mochidzuki chuckled, "It's always refreshing to see that kind of reaction from you."
"Please don't surprise me like that, Mochidzuki-san. My heart can't take it anymore, it reduced my lifespan by a year each time you did that.
"Good, I can take your soul sooner than it should, to make you my slave," he said jokingly.
"You demon..." Kyou grunted; partly joking, partly serious.
Mochidzuki Maou was one of the big bosses' colleagues and a very capable businessman. The boss had entrusted him to handle the company's subsidiary. He was only 27 and already owned his own a small company aside the one that he was told to take care of. Not enough of that, he was also a very talented illustrator. Unfortunately, he was more of a businessman than an artist, so he only drew occasionally and put more attention to his business. Kyou thought that it was a waste of a talent, if he had that kind of talent, he’d never wish for anything in this world anymore.
"So... how's the life in the underworld, o' lord of demon?"
"Hot and noisy as usual," Mochidzuki gave his usual mysterious smile, "And I told you that I'm not the demon lord, I'm just his accountant."
Kyou laughed over the joke, "So, if I'm going to be sent to hell for my sins, can I have the best accommodation there, since I'm your friend?"
"No worries, I've already booked the one-way VIP trip for you."
"Great," Kyou said cheerfully, then realizing something, "Heey, waidaminit! Does that mean I don't have any chance to go to heaven and will be directly sent to hell if I died?!"
Both of them broke into laughter. They often made jokes like this, since Mochidzuki's presence was exactly like some mysterious spirit from the underworld.
And it was Kyou who started to call him like that...
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Less than a year ago, Kyou met Mochidzuki when was just started to work as a freelance illustrator in the company. Though he often saw him wandering around in the company before, he never had a chance to talk to him. Kyou couldn't help to notice what a beautiful person he was; with a pair of big solemn eyes, tall and slim nose, thin lips, and a slender body. And the thing that was very noticeable was, he always dressed in a pair of black semi-formal suit over his white t-shirt, as if he had his whole wardrobe filled with it (and later Kyou learned that Mochidzuki did have it).
When Kyou came into the illustration division office that day, he saw Mochidzuki was talking to Shinjo Eiki—one of the company's illustrators—about the illustration he ordered for his company's advertising brochure. Mochidzuki was revising Shinjo's work and Kyou was unconsciously approaching them and overhearing the whole conversation. He was interested to learn something new from it because he’s still a junior and lacking of skill and experience, so he practically needed everything to improve his skill.
He didn't notice that he was doing impolite thing until Shinjo called his name.
"Learn anything from it, Ooguma-kun?" Shinjo said in a teasing friendly tone.
"Wah! Sorry!" Kyou snapped back from dazing, and apologized, "It was just too interesting that I can't help overhearing it! And I do learn something from it!"
Mochidzuki chuckled; he looked gorgeous when he smiled and made Kyou blushed.
"What an energetic rookie," Mochidzuki said.
Shinjo laughed and agreed, "He sure is."
"Erm... thanks?" Kyou wasn’t sure whether they were complimenting, or teasing him.
"Oh yeah, Mochidzuki-san, this is Ooguma Kyou-kun," Shinjo started introducing them, "Ooguma-kun, this is Mochidzuki Maou-san, the president of our company's subsidiary.
Taken aback by the word, 'President', Kyou bowed politely at him. Mochidzuki nodded and took out his business card from his jacket and gave it to Kyou. Kyou read the kanji of Mochidzuki's name; his sure name, 'Mochidzuki' was taken from the kanji of 'Full moon', and his given name, 'Maou', was taken from the kanji 'Kai' meaning 'Rotation' and 'Oku' meaning 'Inner part'.
Kyou thought that it was unusual that someone had 'Maou' as their given name.
"Oh, umm... I don't have business card, so..."
Mochidzuki smiled and shook his head, "That's ok, just keep it."
"Ok... thanks," Kyou replied, grinning sheepishly at the other man.
The three of them were discussing about the illustration until Mochidzuki was taking his leave. And after that, each time Mochidzuki came into the building, he always took his time visiting the illustration division's office.
And then, because he always came in silent and giving his presence only when he's already near Kyou; he always succeeded making the boy jumped in surprised and doing something silly. Mochidzuki started his ritual in surprising Kyou each time he came, just to see the boy's reaction. Kyou had always yelled in surprise, bumped his head onto the partition, felling off the chair, knocked something off his desk, or dropping anything he was holding. Made the young man found that those actions were somewhat refreshing and kept teasing Kyou to see his random reactions.
Mochidzuki knew Kyou was specially gave the building's receptionist an order to call him whenever he came. So he always made a silencing gesture by putting his forefinger over his mouth to stop the girl from calling Kyou. Later, the girl had always asked him about 'today's reaction' because she felt that it was amusing also. Kyou never knew this and thought that the girl had always been busy and kept forgetting to call him.
Pissed off by being teased too much, Kyou started to call Mochidzuki "The Demon Lord"; because of his black outfit, his unnoticeable presence, his mysterious aura, and also his name could have that meaning in different kanji, but same reading.
This demon never absent visiting him and chatted with him for over an hour each time he came. Kyou found that this was rather strange, since Mochidzuki never attached to anyone in the office like that, and everybody seemed venerated at him; so even though he's very attractive, they only watched and admired him from afar.
He talked to Kyou too often that made the boy knew almost everything about him, his likeness and dislikeness, his business, his family, his boss, his colleague, his subordinates, his friends, well... practically everything. Mochidzuki even often invited Kyou for dinner, which was accepted delightfully by the boy because it's a free meal. First, there were 6 of them who were invited in Mochidzuki's birthday treat, and more occasionally treats without celebrating anything. And then the number of the invitee decreased one by one until there were only the two of them.
At first, Mochidzuki always took Kyou to a fancy restaurant with table manner, full course meal of small foods, and ridiculously high price. Until Kyou protested by saying that his stomach was far from being satisfied by eating there, but he had no heart to ask for second helping because of the price. Though Mochidzuki had no problem paying Kyou's second or third plate, Kyou stubbornly refused and said that taste doesn't matter as long as it was acceptable to his tongue, and the amount of the food that could satisfy his bottomless pit stomach was much more important. Of course, in a tolerable price too.
"You can feed me 10 times in an all-you-can-eat restaurant instead of one full course meal in that fancy ones," Kyou said in one time.
In the other time, he protested again, "I'll be more appreciated it rather than feeling guilty for making you pay that much of money, while with that amount, you can feed children in orphanage."
This modesty touched Mochidzuki and made him took a liking of the boy.
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"So, are you free this evening?" Mochidzuki asked.
"Yeah, why?"
"Wanna have dinner with me?"
"Of course!" Kyou answered without hesitating.
In Mochidzuki's eyes, he seemed like a super happy big dog that wagging his tail.
"How about 7 p.m., in your favorite all-you-can-eat sushi restaurant?" he offered.
Kyou was grinning ear to ear hearing this, "Sounds great!" he replied, but then hesitated. "Err... are you sure you want to go there? It barely fit your taste, isn't it?"
Even though Kyou loved that restaurant—because it was cheap and the taste was fitting to his taste, Mochidzuki thought that it was only rated, "barely acceptable" for his high class taste. But of course, Kyou would absolutely refuse if Mochidzuki suggested on going to some fancy restaurant again.
Mochidzuki smiled, "I don't mind, it's still edible anyway. And the sake is quite nice."
Kyou didn't drink sake or beer or any other liquor, he had very low tolerance toward alcohols, so he couldn't measure how "quite nice" taste compared to the good ones.
"But you're treating me, so if you don't like it, we can go someplace else you like," Kyou said.
"The place I like is the one you always refuse to go to," Mochidzuki chuckled, "In the end; I have to follow your liking anyway."
Kyou rubbed the back of his head, feeling guilty, "Yeah, that's true. It just doesn't feel right for me, eating those expensive food."
Mochidzuki patted Kyou’s head, "Don't worry about it, I'm the one who's inviting you. So it's my decision to choose the place, and I want to go wherever you want to."
Kyou blushed pretty hard hearing this, he felt like he was being spoiled by Mochidzuki too much. Usually, he was the one who always succumbed by other people's wish, but only with Mochidzuki he could do whatever he wanted to do.
"Thank you, Mochidzuki-san," he said, "I can't thank you enough for being too kind to me."
Mochidzuki smiled, "No worries," he glanced at his wristwatch, "It's still 4 p.m., and I still have something to do. I'll just meet you there at 7, ok?"
"Yes!" Kyou happily replied.
As seeing Mochidzuki's back who walked away from his office, Kyou felt rather envious at him; for being gorgeous, rich, and very kind.
But even though Kyou was indeed known almost everything about Mochidzuki Maou, but it was only almost...
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