If the Shoe Fits Chapter 9
Thanks, n_hara, for reminding me to post this chapter, originally published on Yamane Ayano community last year.
Title: If the Shoe Fits
Fandom: VF
Pairing: AxA
Summary: Impoverished young photographer Takaba Akihito goes to a ball and meets his prince.
Disclaimer: I don't own VF or the Cinderella story. All recognizable characters belong to their creator.
Akihito woke to the sound of clinking glass. Turning his head toward the source of the noise, he saw Asami put two champagne flutes on the bedside table, his other hand holding a large plate filled with colorful little pastries, chocolate truffles and fresh strawberries. The photographer swallowed hurriedly and squeezed his eyes shut as the man turned and lowered his bathrobe-clad body on the edge of the bed. He continued to feign sleep even though his senses were abuzz and he was almost trembling with anticipation. After what seemed like an eternity, something cool touched his lips and his eyes jerked open to find Asami’s face a few inches from his, their lips separated only by a plump, bright red strawberry. Tearing his eyes away from the mesmerizing golden orbs, he looked down his own body and gasped. He was wearing some sort of lingerie top made from snowy white lace, matching panties and a pair of lace-covered handcuffs around his wrists. As if the sheerness of the fabric wasn’t enough, the dainty top sported cutouts where a woman’s breasts would be and the panties were crotchless. But even worse than the obscene ensemble was the fact that he was sporting the beginning of a boner. Perhaps it was a spontaneous reaction to having a warm body so close to him, or perhaps it was the residual effect of the aphrodisiac Asami had used on him earlier--but he was unmistakably, undeniably aroused. Asami’s eyes followed his and the photographer could feel as well as hear his chuckle.
“You’re insatiable,” the yakuza whispered and leaned down to kiss him. Akihito turned his face away, his mind screaming that Asami was the one who was insatiable and evil and perverted. Unfortunately, those thoughts stirred memories of the wicked things the man had done to him in this very bed and in the huge tub in the bathroom afterward, and somehow this made him even harder. He tried to stifle a rising sob and the effort sent pain shooting from his abused bottom. Compounding his misery, his stomach chose that very moment to rumble loudly.
Akihito closed his eyes, arched his neck and wailed.
Instantly strong arms scooped him up into a sitting position and Akihito felt himself transported to the outdoor balcony of Club Verve, where these same arms had cradled him and the same voice now talking to him had murmured soothingly into his ear. The memory was so vivid and powerful that when Asami raised the strawberry to his lips, he accepted it without protest. Next came a mini lemon tart, followed by a thumb-size truffle coated in cocoa powder. In between bites Asami gave him sips of chilled champagne, and before long a feeling of well-being began to spread over his body and he let himself be held and fed and stroked like a pampered cat. Satisfied at last, he relaxed against the strong chest behind him, closed his eyes and purred.
Asami looked downed at the boy in his arms, amazed at how beautiful he was, even with his lashes still damp and dried tear tracks running down his peach-bloom cheeks. He gently set him down and sat admiring the way his taut young body looked in the snowy white babydoll. So innocent, and yet so alluring. He couldn’t wait to see him in the exquisite creations now waiting in the walk-in closet next door - the red lace teddy and black fishnet body stocking especially would set off the boy’s perfectly made form and flawless skin. But for tonight, virginal white was the perfect choice for his rosebud. He leaned down and pressed his lips against a pink nipple. The boy stirred and thrust out his chest impatiently. Asami smiled against the warm, silky skin and sucked in the pretty little nub, reveling in the boy’s sweet little moans. A ping sound barely interrupted him as he made his way down the flat stomach, one hand rummaging in the pocket of his bathrobe for the mobile phone he’d fished out of the boy’s bag on his way to get food and drink. A glance at the glowing screen told him the boy had a dozen missed calls and almost as many messages, most of them from someone called Yuu. He dropped the phone on the bed and continued to lick his way down to the rosy stalk rising straight from the boy’s crotch. He glanced up at the boy’s flushed face and smiled at the look of pure need he saw in the beautiful brown eyes. Seizing the boy’s cuffed wrists with one hand, he cupped the base of the quivering member with the other and swallowed it whole.
“Ahhhh….oooh, Asami… No!”
A long, strong finger pushing against the tiny hole between his twin globes made the boy cry and try to push him off. Asami pulled back and saw that the puckered orifice was red and slightly swollen from their earlier sessions.
“I’ll kiss it better.” He smiled up at the angelic face and began to lap slowly around the tightly furled bud, taking pleasure in the moans and cries of ecstasy from above. After a minute he pulled himself up and shrugged off his bathrobe.
The boy blinked dazedly, his moan caught in his throat as his eyes homed in on the magnificent manhood rising up against the yakuza’s ribbed abdomen. He swallowed once, then again as the man hooked his legs around his waist and pressed the tip of his gleaming member against the heated little opening. Then Asami began to move his hips in a slow circle, rubbing the slick wetness up and down and around his target, forcing it to open up little by little.
“Please…” The boy sobbed, his eyes squeezed shut. “Please…”
“Please what?” Asami whispered back, his breath becoming heavy.
“Please… please put it in. I can’t…”
The yakuza pushed forward and felt the tight muscles give way. The air shook with the boy’s cry as the hard column of flesh bore its way deep inside the tight, hot channel. Asami cradled the boy’s head with one hand and turned his face up to receive a fierce, demanding kiss.
“You’re mine and mine alone,” he whispered. “Remember the pain and pleasure I give you. No one else is allowed to do this to you.”
Holding himself still to give the boy time to get used to the intruder now half buried inside him, Asami heard a familiar ping, then another. He snatched up the little phone and pressed the “View Message” button.
“You’d better answer this,” he told the boy, pressing the phone into his hand.
It took Akihito a few seconds to take in the jumble of words. His fairy godmother’s latest message had a frantic tone.
“AKI WHERE ARE YOU? CALL ME OR I’LL GO TO THE POLICE!”
He pressed the “Call Sender” button and heard Yuu’s anxious voice before the phone finished its first ring.
“Aki! Where are you? Tell me you’re alright-”
“I-uh, I’m alright.” Akihito tried to keep his voice level, hard as it was with what felt like a hot steel rod pulsing inside him.
“I’m just-in the middle of something,” the photographer managed to get out. “Call you back soon, OK?”
He ended the call, feeling his face flaming under the yakuza’s amused gaze.
“Shall we continue, then?”
The yakuza leaned down to kiss the tip of his nose and pushed a little deeper, making Akihito gasp.
“Say it.”
“Ugh… Huh?” The boy blinked, confused.
“Say it,” Asami repeated, putting a little more pressure behind his words this time. The photographer cried and clamped down hard as the big intruder struck something that sent a wave of intense pleasure through his entire body.
“PLEASE FUCK ME!”
“With pleasure.”
Golden eyes smiled down at him as strong hips began to move up and down and sideways, making fireworks go off and shooting stars rain down in an endless shower behind his eyelids. Akihito hooked his legs tight around the narrow waist and drove himself up to meet the man’s thrust. His body went taut as a bowstring as the pleasure built to a crescendo, and when it all became too much he let out a piercing cry and felt himself explode in a gush of molten heat.
On the other side of the city, lights burned bright in a posh apartment, its occupants wide awake despite the late hours.
“Who does he think he is, the little worm!” cried Eriko, her normally beautiful features distorted by anger.
“You know, I’ve been thinking,” said Jun, his long elegant hand cradling an almost empty glass of whisky.
“What?” The young model wheeled around and snapped at her brother.
“He might have gone there undercover.”
“Undercover? Akihito?” Eriko spat out contemptuously.
“He’s a journalist, you know. Minor league, but a journalist all the same,” said Jun lazily. “He might be after an expose of some sort. He wheedled an invite to the Princess Ball out of Toshi, remember? He said it was for his publisher’s daughter, but I think he was actually going himself.”
“Akihito went to the Princess Ball? Care to explain how?”
“Well...” Jun shrugged and went to pour himself another glass. “Perhaps he got someone to dress him up as a girl. He does have the right kind of face and-Wait a minute!”
“What?” Eriko frowned.
“You said he had a shoe just like the one in the ad, right?”
“Yeah. So?”
“At the ball, Tomo and Toshi saw Asami dance with a girl, out on the balcony. A girl no one had seen before. Tall, short hair, androgynous. I passed on the info to my friends at Tokyo magazine but they were too scared of Asami to pursue the story. Now, what if that mystery girl turns out to be Akihito in drag?”
“What?” Eriko practically shrieked. “Are you out of your mind?”
“It would explain everything,” said Jun, his eyes suddenly bright.
“Are you saying he left the shoe at the party, a la Cinderella, and today he went back-”
“To see his prince. And together they’ll live happily ever after.”
“You’re nuts!”
“No, Eri, I’m not. Think about it. You gave Asami your phone number and he didn’t even give you his. Or call you. A gorgeous girl like you, what man in his right mind wouldn’t jump at the chance to get to know you better? What straight man…”
“What? Are you saying Asami is gay?”
Smirking at his sister’s agitation, Jun shrugged and took another sip of his whiskey.
“I don’t believe you,” said Eriko, her natural self-confidence taking over. “I don’t know what that little shit thought he was doing, turning up at the club like that. He has a lot of explaining to do when he gets back.”
“I don’t think he’s coming home tonight,” said Jun in an insinuating voice, turning theatrically to the wall clock, which promptly struck two.
“Well…” Eriko breathed and snatched up her smart phone from a chair. “If he doesn’t, I’m going to kick him out.”
“Ooh…drama!”
“He has it coming, the little ingrate!” Eriko thumbed out a message with a shaking hand. “After all we’ve done for him!”
“Really, Sis,” said Jun, realizing too late that he might have pushed his sister too far.
“I’ve made up my mind. If he doesn’t turn up by six, I’m going to throw out all his stuff and change the locks. The little shit’s got to learn his lessons. No one messes with me!”
Asami woke a few minutes after seven. He checked his watch and got up slowly, so as not to disturb the sleeping form next to him. As he swung his legs over the side of the bed, his movement dislodged the boy’s mobile phone from the tangled sheets. Picking it up he saw that more missed calls and messages had come in during the night. He scrolled down the phone’s inbox, his face darkening as he read…
[To be continued...]
Title: If the Shoe Fits
Fandom: VF
Pairing: AxA
Summary: Impoverished young photographer Takaba Akihito goes to a ball and meets his prince.
Disclaimer: I don't own VF or the Cinderella story. All recognizable characters belong to their creator.
Akihito woke to the sound of clinking glass. Turning his head toward the source of the noise, he saw Asami put two champagne flutes on the bedside table, his other hand holding a large plate filled with colorful little pastries, chocolate truffles and fresh strawberries. The photographer swallowed hurriedly and squeezed his eyes shut as the man turned and lowered his bathrobe-clad body on the edge of the bed. He continued to feign sleep even though his senses were abuzz and he was almost trembling with anticipation. After what seemed like an eternity, something cool touched his lips and his eyes jerked open to find Asami’s face a few inches from his, their lips separated only by a plump, bright red strawberry. Tearing his eyes away from the mesmerizing golden orbs, he looked down his own body and gasped. He was wearing some sort of lingerie top made from snowy white lace, matching panties and a pair of lace-covered handcuffs around his wrists. As if the sheerness of the fabric wasn’t enough, the dainty top sported cutouts where a woman’s breasts would be and the panties were crotchless. But even worse than the obscene ensemble was the fact that he was sporting the beginning of a boner. Perhaps it was a spontaneous reaction to having a warm body so close to him, or perhaps it was the residual effect of the aphrodisiac Asami had used on him earlier--but he was unmistakably, undeniably aroused. Asami’s eyes followed his and the photographer could feel as well as hear his chuckle.
“You’re insatiable,” the yakuza whispered and leaned down to kiss him. Akihito turned his face away, his mind screaming that Asami was the one who was insatiable and evil and perverted. Unfortunately, those thoughts stirred memories of the wicked things the man had done to him in this very bed and in the huge tub in the bathroom afterward, and somehow this made him even harder. He tried to stifle a rising sob and the effort sent pain shooting from his abused bottom. Compounding his misery, his stomach chose that very moment to rumble loudly.
Akihito closed his eyes, arched his neck and wailed.
Instantly strong arms scooped him up into a sitting position and Akihito felt himself transported to the outdoor balcony of Club Verve, where these same arms had cradled him and the same voice now talking to him had murmured soothingly into his ear. The memory was so vivid and powerful that when Asami raised the strawberry to his lips, he accepted it without protest. Next came a mini lemon tart, followed by a thumb-size truffle coated in cocoa powder. In between bites Asami gave him sips of chilled champagne, and before long a feeling of well-being began to spread over his body and he let himself be held and fed and stroked like a pampered cat. Satisfied at last, he relaxed against the strong chest behind him, closed his eyes and purred.
Asami looked downed at the boy in his arms, amazed at how beautiful he was, even with his lashes still damp and dried tear tracks running down his peach-bloom cheeks. He gently set him down and sat admiring the way his taut young body looked in the snowy white babydoll. So innocent, and yet so alluring. He couldn’t wait to see him in the exquisite creations now waiting in the walk-in closet next door - the red lace teddy and black fishnet body stocking especially would set off the boy’s perfectly made form and flawless skin. But for tonight, virginal white was the perfect choice for his rosebud. He leaned down and pressed his lips against a pink nipple. The boy stirred and thrust out his chest impatiently. Asami smiled against the warm, silky skin and sucked in the pretty little nub, reveling in the boy’s sweet little moans. A ping sound barely interrupted him as he made his way down the flat stomach, one hand rummaging in the pocket of his bathrobe for the mobile phone he’d fished out of the boy’s bag on his way to get food and drink. A glance at the glowing screen told him the boy had a dozen missed calls and almost as many messages, most of them from someone called Yuu. He dropped the phone on the bed and continued to lick his way down to the rosy stalk rising straight from the boy’s crotch. He glanced up at the boy’s flushed face and smiled at the look of pure need he saw in the beautiful brown eyes. Seizing the boy’s cuffed wrists with one hand, he cupped the base of the quivering member with the other and swallowed it whole.
“Ahhhh….oooh, Asami… No!”
A long, strong finger pushing against the tiny hole between his twin globes made the boy cry and try to push him off. Asami pulled back and saw that the puckered orifice was red and slightly swollen from their earlier sessions.
“I’ll kiss it better.” He smiled up at the angelic face and began to lap slowly around the tightly furled bud, taking pleasure in the moans and cries of ecstasy from above. After a minute he pulled himself up and shrugged off his bathrobe.
The boy blinked dazedly, his moan caught in his throat as his eyes homed in on the magnificent manhood rising up against the yakuza’s ribbed abdomen. He swallowed once, then again as the man hooked his legs around his waist and pressed the tip of his gleaming member against the heated little opening. Then Asami began to move his hips in a slow circle, rubbing the slick wetness up and down and around his target, forcing it to open up little by little.
“Please…” The boy sobbed, his eyes squeezed shut. “Please…”
“Please what?” Asami whispered back, his breath becoming heavy.
“Please… please put it in. I can’t…”
The yakuza pushed forward and felt the tight muscles give way. The air shook with the boy’s cry as the hard column of flesh bore its way deep inside the tight, hot channel. Asami cradled the boy’s head with one hand and turned his face up to receive a fierce, demanding kiss.
“You’re mine and mine alone,” he whispered. “Remember the pain and pleasure I give you. No one else is allowed to do this to you.”
Holding himself still to give the boy time to get used to the intruder now half buried inside him, Asami heard a familiar ping, then another. He snatched up the little phone and pressed the “View Message” button.
“You’d better answer this,” he told the boy, pressing the phone into his hand.
It took Akihito a few seconds to take in the jumble of words. His fairy godmother’s latest message had a frantic tone.
“AKI WHERE ARE YOU? CALL ME OR I’LL GO TO THE POLICE!”
He pressed the “Call Sender” button and heard Yuu’s anxious voice before the phone finished its first ring.
“Aki! Where are you? Tell me you’re alright-”
“I-uh, I’m alright.” Akihito tried to keep his voice level, hard as it was with what felt like a hot steel rod pulsing inside him.
“I’m just-in the middle of something,” the photographer managed to get out. “Call you back soon, OK?”
He ended the call, feeling his face flaming under the yakuza’s amused gaze.
“Shall we continue, then?”
The yakuza leaned down to kiss the tip of his nose and pushed a little deeper, making Akihito gasp.
“Say it.”
“Ugh… Huh?” The boy blinked, confused.
“Say it,” Asami repeated, putting a little more pressure behind his words this time. The photographer cried and clamped down hard as the big intruder struck something that sent a wave of intense pleasure through his entire body.
“PLEASE FUCK ME!”
“With pleasure.”
Golden eyes smiled down at him as strong hips began to move up and down and sideways, making fireworks go off and shooting stars rain down in an endless shower behind his eyelids. Akihito hooked his legs tight around the narrow waist and drove himself up to meet the man’s thrust. His body went taut as a bowstring as the pleasure built to a crescendo, and when it all became too much he let out a piercing cry and felt himself explode in a gush of molten heat.
On the other side of the city, lights burned bright in a posh apartment, its occupants wide awake despite the late hours.
“Who does he think he is, the little worm!” cried Eriko, her normally beautiful features distorted by anger.
“You know, I’ve been thinking,” said Jun, his long elegant hand cradling an almost empty glass of whisky.
“What?” The young model wheeled around and snapped at her brother.
“He might have gone there undercover.”
“Undercover? Akihito?” Eriko spat out contemptuously.
“He’s a journalist, you know. Minor league, but a journalist all the same,” said Jun lazily. “He might be after an expose of some sort. He wheedled an invite to the Princess Ball out of Toshi, remember? He said it was for his publisher’s daughter, but I think he was actually going himself.”
“Akihito went to the Princess Ball? Care to explain how?”
“Well...” Jun shrugged and went to pour himself another glass. “Perhaps he got someone to dress him up as a girl. He does have the right kind of face and-Wait a minute!”
“What?” Eriko frowned.
“You said he had a shoe just like the one in the ad, right?”
“Yeah. So?”
“At the ball, Tomo and Toshi saw Asami dance with a girl, out on the balcony. A girl no one had seen before. Tall, short hair, androgynous. I passed on the info to my friends at Tokyo magazine but they were too scared of Asami to pursue the story. Now, what if that mystery girl turns out to be Akihito in drag?”
“What?” Eriko practically shrieked. “Are you out of your mind?”
“It would explain everything,” said Jun, his eyes suddenly bright.
“Are you saying he left the shoe at the party, a la Cinderella, and today he went back-”
“To see his prince. And together they’ll live happily ever after.”
“You’re nuts!”
“No, Eri, I’m not. Think about it. You gave Asami your phone number and he didn’t even give you his. Or call you. A gorgeous girl like you, what man in his right mind wouldn’t jump at the chance to get to know you better? What straight man…”
“What? Are you saying Asami is gay?”
Smirking at his sister’s agitation, Jun shrugged and took another sip of his whiskey.
“I don’t believe you,” said Eriko, her natural self-confidence taking over. “I don’t know what that little shit thought he was doing, turning up at the club like that. He has a lot of explaining to do when he gets back.”
“I don’t think he’s coming home tonight,” said Jun in an insinuating voice, turning theatrically to the wall clock, which promptly struck two.
“Well…” Eriko breathed and snatched up her smart phone from a chair. “If he doesn’t, I’m going to kick him out.”
“Ooh…drama!”
“He has it coming, the little ingrate!” Eriko thumbed out a message with a shaking hand. “After all we’ve done for him!”
“Really, Sis,” said Jun, realizing too late that he might have pushed his sister too far.
“I’ve made up my mind. If he doesn’t turn up by six, I’m going to throw out all his stuff and change the locks. The little shit’s got to learn his lessons. No one messes with me!”
Asami woke a few minutes after seven. He checked his watch and got up slowly, so as not to disturb the sleeping form next to him. As he swung his legs over the side of the bed, his movement dislodged the boy’s mobile phone from the tangled sheets. Picking it up he saw that more missed calls and messages had come in during the night. He scrolled down the phone’s inbox, his face darkening as he read…
[To be continued...]