The Tattoo chapter eighty-two
"Sat-Satonori-sama…” Nino whispered knocking hesitantly on the door of the emperor’s bed chamber. He had been reluctant to leave his lover’s side but this was what was needed and after tonight it would all be over. He would be free to seek out the shadow and then, then he would be able to take his boy wherever they would like. He wished that he could have helped Masaki in some way. The boy had not spoken to him of what he had written in his letter when he had visited them yesterday but he hoped that he would be able to do so when this was over.
“Come in, my flower…” Satonori called back in a low seductive tone and Nino shivered biting down his disgust. It took him a few moments to swallow down his bile and he slid the door open and stepped inside. It looked like something out of a dream, or in his case a nightmare, with jars of flowers and petals leading his way to the large bed. 100’s of candles were placed around the room flickering lightly and Nino wondered if the man did this for every one of his conquests or if it was solely for his pleasure. To his surprise the emperor wasn’t sat on the bed but on a mound of pillows at the foot of it. Around him there was bowls of fruits and sweet cakes were placed and jugs of various wines. It was something that he was sure that Ohno would have done for him but now Nino knew that if Ohno ever attempted like this his stomach would turn. Satonori held up his hand beckoning towards him. “Come here my little flower…”
“Satonori-sama…” Nino breathed moving closer towards the man that had had come to kill, feeling more reassured that he had his needles with him along with a vial that he hoped he could put in the man’s drink. Once he reached the pillows he knelt down beside the man who instantly pulling him into his body and studied his face. Nino was glad that he had managed to let some of his tears fall and that he had persuaded Ohno to slap him again to add to the effect. Satonori gently moved his face from side to side his eyes going to the tear tracks and then to the hand print on his cheek that was barely covered by the make-up he had purposely applied with a shaking hand.
“I take it that my son was not best pleased with you?”
“…No...He called me a whore and then slapped me…” Nino answered with a shaking head wishing that he could pull away from the hand but another was on his hip holding him into please “…Though he couldn’t move much…You and my…Lord Sakurai…You…”
“We punished him for what he did to you, my flower, something that I will not allow…” Satonori whispered pressing his lips against his and Nino’s senses recoiled at the strong smell of alcohol that was on his breath. “You are my beautiful flower and I am sure that your father would demand that you are treasured…”
“You…I doubt very much that you…You wish to be my father…” Nino breathed his cheeks burning brightly as Satonori gave a hearty laugh the hand on his hip moved down to his leg and the parting in his yukata. Nino shivered as the very tips of the roughened fingers brushed over his inner thigh.
“No…I suppose that I don’t wish to be your father...Though you are a young little flower…So very much like my daughter…” The man said with a laugh that sent a wave of chills down his spine, though that could have more to do with the fact that his balls were being rubbed by the age roughened fingers. His own hands moved back as his legs parted to allow him more access. It was completely intentional as he was able allow one of his needles to slip down his arm and into his hand. It was a skilled trick but that wasn’t the hard part, the hard part was getting the needle into his skin without Satonori noticing it. “But you…You are not just a pretty doll…”
“I am not, sire?”
“No you are much more than a doll…If you were a woman I would give myself to you over and over again and fill you with my seed…” Satonori purred his hand moving on his penis now slowly working him up his breath elevated already. “We would have made a fine, strong, beautiful son together and then…A daughter…A little treasure…Somebody that I could shower with my affection…She would be beautiful as you are…”
“Then I am glad that I am not a woman…” Nino said icily horrified at the very idea of Satonori showing his child with affection. His mind of course was on his little bird and it was the work of a second to press the first of his needles into the skin of the man. It was nothing more than the pulling of a hair and Satonori barely frowned in acknowledgement of it till surprised by his tone and quickly Nino gave an embarrassed sounding giggle his hand covering his mouth as he forced his cheeks to blush. “I believe that I would grow jealous of my own daughter…”
“Fear not you would have come first in my eyes my flower…But as you say you are not a woman…As evidenced by this…” Satonori gave a laugh openly pushing aside the folds of his robes to reveal his penis that was growing hard under the very unwelcome touch. Nino squirmed with false modesty the smile slipping away from his face as he turned his gaze away remembering the innocent role that he was playing. The man might be a disgusting pig but he was the emperor and for the plan to work it couldn’t look as though he had been anything but a guest in the man’s bed. “My little flower…Still so modest…But you and I both know why you are here and that is nothing to be ashamed of…Your body is young…eager to experience the things that only age and wisdom can show to it…”
“…I…I do…but I am so afraid…And so confused, my emperor…”
“Then some wine…It will help you to relax…” The man said looking almost frustrated as he moved his hand away from his penis and Nino smiled gratefully batting his pretty little eyelashes and giving him a small smile.
“Thank-you…Will you allow me to pour?” Nino asked moving to get the jug of wine hoping that he could use this to give him the poison that could be ingested. He made sure that the soft rolls of his yukata spilled open showing more and more of his skin as he did so knowing that it would serve as a distraction.
“But my flower tonight is about you…” Satonori sighed trying to take the jug for him “After the day that you have had you deserve to be pampered and spoiled…You need somebody that treasures you…”
“I…I enjoy serving my emperor…” Nino simpered in his best shy simper looking at the man through the veil of his eyelashes knowing a sure fire way of getting him to agree. “My father made me play hostess when his friends were around…I…It brings me comfort…”
“And now you are think of me as your father flower?” Satonori chuckled looking far too turned on by that statement than any normal person would be.
“No, but…I…I want to serve you my emperor…I want to give to you everything that you could possibly deserve and more…” Nino smiled pouring the wine and using more sleight of hand to pour in a few drops of poison into his drink making sure to swirl it around so the bitter taste would be lost under the dryness of the wine. He was rather impressed by his own words and the delivery of them knowing that for the first time that night, and in his many meetings with the repulsive older man, he had finally spoken the truth to him. Ohno Satonori was going to get everything that he deserved and more.
TBC
A/N: As promised! I finally got the chapter out…I really hope that it was worth the wait ^_^