RP Log: Atobe and Oishi

[oresamada]

Date: March 1st
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Atobe goes to have dinner with Oishi and makes him an offer he can't refuse. (There is plot here, I promise, not just gratuitous smut).

Atobe Keigo slid out of his car with a sigh. It was nearly too late for dinner. It had taken considerably reassurance (and lies) to make Jackal go home early, and since his security team thought he was with Jackal, Atobe was free. It was almost a foreign feeling, and he knew better than to indulge in it. The more time he spent away from his security, the more vulnerable he was, and he was far from a stupid man.

Atobe made his way up to Oishi's apartment, not taking off his hat or glasses as he entered the building. He'd lose the disguise once he was sure no one was watching. He knocked on Oishi's apartment door and slid his hand into his bag and started turning his cellphones on silent. All but the emergency phone, but calls to that were few and far between.

Oishi tied his apron again ("I <3 Fish" it read) and stirred the curry, glancing worriedly at his clock. Atobe was an important man, Oishi knew, and something undoubtedly came up that kept him from being there an hour previous.

But still, his natural tendencies reared their heads and Oishi wondered if something horrible had happened...

Therefore, when Atobe finally knocked, Oishi opened the door with a huge smile of relief.

"Atobe-san! You made it. I'm so glad. You don't look hurt in any way."

And then Oishi paused for a moment and looked Atobe up and down. ...Whoa.

"Please, come in." Now Oishi was blushing. Atobe was ... well. Handsome. In an expensive sort of way. If Oishi was a practical and environmentally friendly four-door Prius, Atobe was a Mercedes Coup.

Oishi's apartment was incredibly neat and tidy, almost a little too neat and tidy. But his obvious pride and joy were the fish, floating in their relaxing blue glow in the large tank against one side of the room.

"Relax a moment, make friends with the fishes, and I'll get us our food."

Oishi headed to the kitchen.

Atobe smiled. Make friends with the fishes. He'd heard that before, but under entirely different contexts. Atobe made his way to the fish tank, eyes scanning the apartment as he went. It was small, but after seeing Jackal's apartment, relatively of much better quality. It was neat and organized, just the way Atobe liked things to be. Atobe made note that the coffee table magazines were stacked neatly and alphabetized with OCD-level of efficiency.

Oishi dished out two servings of his mom's curry recipe over fresh jasmine rice and set them on the low table by the window. He'd placed a few of his inventions on the table to give them something to talk about, but really, he was pondering that he might not have to stretch to say anything. Atobe was looking around his apartment with interested, sharp eyes, and it was clear he was thinking about something.

Oishi went and fetched them drinks and sat back at the table. "Dinner," he said, smiling a little shyly. Damn. This guy was making his pulse increase just by looking at Oishi's fish.

Oishi averted his eyes from Atobe's rear. Those pants had to be expensive to get Atobe's bottom looking like that.

"I hope you like curry. If not, I can probably whip up some stir-fry..." Oishi's brow creased just a little.

"Oh, no, I'm sure the curry will be fine," Atobe said, making his way to the table. Atobe sat down, eyes observing the gadgets. "It looks like you've been busy."

Atobe scanned Oishi over. The man seemed rather shy now. It was strange. He hadn't been so before.

Oishi was immediately diverted. His eyes glowed a little enthusiastically as he picked up one of the items.

"This is something small I made for Tezuka-kun," Oishi said, setting it between them. It was a little robot designed to look like a chocolate Easter bunny. Oishi pressed a button between its ears.

The bunny bowed to Atobe. "Please let me sharpen your pencil," it pleaded in a tinny little robotic voice.

Oishi inserted a pencil into its paws, tip end up. The bunny raised the tip end to its mouth and began to nibble a perfect little point.

Oishi grinned widely, forgetting entirely about food or the cuteness of this random journal friend.

Atobe laughed. That was entirely too cute. "Ah, quite the little novelty."

Atobe took a bite from his food. "Apparently you're good at cooking too."

Atobe watched the bunny chew on the pencil. "Does it give it back when it's done?"

Oishi beamed. Atobe had relaxed a little -- some of the signs of stress in his forehead were gone. That was nice. He ate some curry.

"It does. You know," Oishi said a bit thoughtfully, "I've been reading your journal for a while now, but I still don't have a very good idea of what you do, except that it's business. Tell me a bit more about you?"

Oishi smiled and gave his napkin to another of his devices. The little mechanical dog folded it neatly into a square.

Atobe watched the napkin-folding with interest. "I work for my father, much like many young men wind up doing here in Japan."

"He's a businessman, like his father, and making sure I become the same. We're part of the stock exchange, at least, that's the first business. We own large portions of other things too, and small businesses of a pretty wide variety."

Lots of money came in everyday, to the point Atobe himself doubted he could keep up the spending of it. Atobe holdings were entirely financial and living, but they hadn't had a negative profit since before Atobe Keigo was born. It was with this large amount of money that the Atobe family used to give out loans, large loans that many companies wouldn't dream of doing.

Oishi nodded. Interesting. "I admit that finance is beyond me. I keep all of my accounts, of course, in Quicken. But beyond making sure that my fish are fed and that my...my child...s-someday...has a college fund, I don't pay much attention to the stock market."

Oishi took a breath and let it out again. Still a weird place in his heart, all bound up with Ryoma and his ex-wife and being gay and how strange it was to be gay and still have all the impulses for parenthood that straight men had.

Saa.

Oishi focused back on Atobe. "Is your family from Tokyo?"

Atobe nodded. "For four generations back. It was Kyoto before that."

Atobe titled his head. "College fund? I didn't know you had any kids, Oishi-san."

The apartment looked a bit empty for that.

Oishi's smile lines crinkled up. "My family is also from Tokyo. We've been quiet governmental bureaucrats for years and years... And...no. I don't have any children. But I've begun to look into adopting."

Oishi took another breath and tugged a feeler absently. "Actually, it's been beyond frustrating. A single, gay man? Adopt? Not in this country. I could move to America, but even there, the focus is on couples. It's as though everyone suspects that my motives are...are evil."

Oishi paused, his hand fisting up. "As if I'd do anything like that to a child," he said a little heatedly. His last conversation with an adoption agency had not gone well at all.

Oishi seemed harmless enough. Atobe doubted that the other had anything but good intentions.

"Ah, a shame, that such misconceptions are still valid for the government," Atobe said. "Adoption has a lot of hassling for it too."

Atobe took a bite of his curry and paused. Hadn't his father just come into "possession" of more children himself? His father's loan business had a unique clause for people who faulted on their payments.

Atobe sat his fork down. "Just how serious about children are you, Oishi-san?"

Atobe needed to test the water first before he suggested anything, but he may be able to fix this problem for Oishi.

"I turned away what would've been the relationship of a lifetime because I wanted a child," Oishi said a bit bleakly. That's how he'd felt about Ryoma. They had a connection that Oishi knew could've lasted for the rest of their lives.

It still hurt, goddamnit.

"And I...I'm considering...marriage because of it," Oishi said, glancing at Atobe wryly.

"Hey -- want more food? I made dessert too," Oishi said, grinning.

Marriage, the very word made Atobe shift uncomfortably. His mother was still waving young women his direction out of the hope he'd change his mind.

"Dessert would be lovely," Atobe said, his brain already working through the particulars of what he was about to propose to Oishi. There would be paperwork involved, some shifting of funds, another one of those conversations with his father about the management of resources. Merely suggesting the idea would not make it so. He'd have to convince his father to let him have his way, which wasn't as easy for him as the general public believed.

Oishi cleared the table, and then went and got the dessert (American-style apple pie with vanilla ice cream).

Oishi set a plate of it in front of Atobe.

"I must say, you're quite a lovely guest. You've eaten all of my cooking."

Oishi raised his fork and then stopped. "Oh -- would you like to have the pie warmed?" He set another little robot between them, a little fire-breathing dragon. He put his own plate in front of the dragon and flipped a switch.

The dragon shot a bit of flame across Oishi's pie. The ice cream melted and the crust charred.

"Oops," Oishi said sheepishly. "Perhaps this one needs to return to the drawing board."

Atobe chuckled. "Warm would be nice, but not quite that warm."

The dragon managed quite a bit of flame for being so small. Perhaps Atobe could have the thing modified to sit on his desk. It might help him get out of meetings faster.

"And I plan on being an even better guest," Atobe purred. "For I think I can help you with your child problem."

Oishi laughed, wondering if the other man was joking. There was no easy solution to such a thing, he'd found that out within the last week.

"Ah -- are you going to agree to marry me?" Oishi said, smiling shyly. "I wouldn't mind being married to someone with your qualifications.”

Atobe smiled. "Well, you can cook and are certainly inventive."

Atobe relaxed his posture, so his elbows rested on the table and his chin rested on his hands. "But I'm serious. I really can help you, but there is a lot to it, and it requires checking into a lot of things."

Atobe nodded a few times to himself. "It would be a business contract of sorts, but you'd get a child out of it."

Oishi blinked. Wha-?

It was interesting to invite someone over for dinner and get...offered a child.

"Is your family in the adoption business too?" Oishi felt a small tingle of hope in his heart. He'd felt crushed for a while after his phone calls.

"Atobe-san, is it so odd for a gay man to want a child?"

"We are sort of," Atobe said. His father had officially adopted many children, but he doubted that society would look highly upon his methods of acquisition.

"But no, it's not odd at all. We are all born with the drive to procreate after all. Gay men just have to do it a bit differently sometimes."

Oishi's mouth twitched.

He glanced at Atobe a little wryly. "Yes. A little different." Oishi wouldn't mind some of that alternate drive toward procreation right about now. He'd gotten used to a lot of sex; it had gone to zero pretty quickly, and Oishi was hurting. Plus, Atobe was hot. Oishi laughed at himself-Atobe wouldn't be finding a geek like himself sexy at all.

"So. What kind of . . . adoption agency is it?" Atobe's words puzzled him.

Atobe sighed. "Before I get into that . . . .”

Atobe scanned the room again. Oishi was CIA. Atobe pondered if they kept their people bugged. "You can't repeat anything I'm about to tell you. Understand?"

It was rather important, and could implicate his father as a yakuza if the right people put the facts together.

Oishi thought hard for a moment.

This sounded . . . vaguely illegal. But it was also a friend in his house, someone that he liked and respected (online anyway), and he kept private everything that friends told him.

Oishi nodded slowly. "Anything you say in here is private," he said gently. And he meant it.

"My father, with his great abundance of money, loans it out to others," Atobe said. "Nothing wrong with that, but these are ridiculously high loans. Amounts that the common man would never borrow because he couldn't work enough time in his life to pay it back."

Atobe sighed, "These loans come with a special clause attached. If the person who loaned the money fails to make a payment, there are large consequences."

"First time, my father lets it slide. He simply tags that payment on the end so they pay it back eventually. Rather nice of him. The second time it happens, my father cashes in on that special clause."

Atobe took a deep breath. "This is where it gets unethical. The clause in the loan contracts, which my father makes very clear to the person before they sign it, is that if the fail to pay, they forfeit parental rights for one of their children, and have them reassigned to my father, essentially adopting the child."

Oishi stifled his gasp with an effort. Poor Atobe! He veiled his gaze so that he wouldn't reveal his sorrow for the other man, to have involvement with that kind of business.

No wonder the other man looked so stressed out. This smelled-this probably was-Yakuza. And Atobe stood to inherit leadership?

Without thinking, Oishi reached out a hand and took Atobe's in a warm grip. He didn't say anything, but just squeezed Atobe's hand in sympathy.

And then Atobe's words sank in. Children. Of bad families, who got connected to the Yakuza . . . being made into household slaves. Oishi felt his stomach knot at the very thought.

Atobe blinked at Oishi in confusion, not understanding why Oishi was comforting him. He continued his explanation. "Most of them become household servants, depending on their ages. If they do well there my father considers giving them a position somewhere in that framework of businesses. It sounds risky, but most of the kids he takes in are angrier with their parents than with my father. If any of them have attempted sabotage, I don't know about it. Most of them turn loyal to my father and are treated well."

Most of them. Atobe knew some who weren't, and his father was far from kind when someone crossed him, age mattering little to him in the long run.

"The point of me telling you this, is that I can probably convince my father to waive those parental rights for one of those kids to you. He'll want to be compensated, of course, but I'll work all of that out."

This was interesting. Atobe wasn't used to doing this kind of charity, but he really wanted his hands on more of Oishi's little gadgets, particularly the dangerous kind. Gratitude for something like this would insure Oishi's friendship for quite sometime. Yes, that felt more like Atobe was taking advantage of Oishi's needs, and that was something he was used to doing.

Unethical. Low-handed. Depraved. Wrong. Insane to get involved in this.

It would clearly be selling his soul to the mob. Clearly be owing Atobe something for the rest of his life-let alone the poor child.

Oishi couldn't ethically support such a practice.

He stood and walked over to the window, leaning against it, staring out.

His mind was whirring. His mind was a blank.

When his voice emerged from his mouth to say, "I'll do it," Oishi's brain halted-who's voice was that?

He wanted a child. It was the only way.

"I'll do it. What do I have to do?"

Atobe nodded, then sighed. "There will be paper work, to legally transfer parental rights to you. With the original parents consent, there is no convincing an agency that you'd make a good parent. In a sense, by signing their rights to you, the parents are vouching for you."

"So all you really have to do is sign paperwork," Atobe said. Atobe would mess with the money. "And I suppose, I should bring you to the mansion so you can see some of the kids." It sounded like he was selling furniture or something. Atobe cleared his throat. "Are you looking for a boy or a girl? How old are you hoping for?"

Oishi walked back over to Atobe and sat down, staring at him.

"Um. Could you . . . give me a few days? I . . . you'll have to understand that I didn't expect to be given a child in exchange for dinner."

Oishi smiled, but his brain was working so hard that his feelers were almost twitching.

"I thank you. For the offer. It is very kind. And I can't believe that you have to inherit that kind of business, Atobe-san. I know you're . . . strong enough to do it, but I know that it must weigh upon the soul."

Oishi took Atobe's hand again. "Find me if you ever need to talk."

Atobe nodded. It was a rather big decision. "Take all the time you need."

Atobe glanced down at Oishi's hand. "And thank you. I'll remember that you offered to listen."

It was strange. Atobe's own feelings about what exactly he was inheriting weren't quite like Oishi's were. It was simply a fact of life for Atobe, and he was raised to never think different.

"I'd owe you a lot," Oishi said quietly. "You'd be giving me what I've always wanted. With strings attached, of course. But I think I'd be able to handle it."

One thing that came with age was the knowledge that morality was sometimes difficult to discern.

Oishi, in debt to the Yakuza for life, because of a child? Perhaps it wasn't a bad thing at all. Or perhaps Oishi would always be haunted by it. Either way, he'd have to think hard.

"Well. Thank you for coming to visit me, Atobe-san."

Oishi gave Atobe's hand a squeeze and wished for a moment that he had enough guts to cart the other man to his bed and see if he was as gorgeous under those clothes as he was with them on. Oishi blushed at the thought and simply shot Atobe a shy smile instead.

Atobe returned Oishi's grip with a firm handshake. "Thank you for having me. The offer stands for as long as you need it to."

Oishi looked really shy suddenly, and with that blush across his cheeks . . . . Atobe titled his head. Perhaps . . . Atobe smiled at Oishi and reached a hand up to tug softly on Oishi's bangs. No, those weren't exactly gelled; they must simply grow that way.

Atobe smirked slightly, "Other offers might stand too."

That little tug made the hair on his arms rise and a shiver race down his spine.

Oishi took hold of Atobe's hand and stroked it gently, curiously, under Atobe's cuff. Exploring.

Oishi decided, what the heck. He raised the inside of Atobe's wrist to his nose and inhaled.

"You even smell expensive." Oishi's voice was still shy, but now it was husky too.

If Atobe had any doubts about Oishi's interest, they just vanished. Atobe pondered this new situation. Why not? He hadn't been laid in a while, not with Jackal and his security around so tight lately. They probably thought he was out with a lover right now anyway, wouldn't be entirely surprised if they hadn't planted themselves in the apartment across the street and were watching him right now even.

Atobe stepped forward, moving closer. Their noses were just an inch away from each other. "Ore-sama will take that as a compliment." Atobe run his fingers up Oishi's neck and pulled the other the remaining inch, lips touching softly.

Oishi blinked. And then he felt a rush of something like wonder. He pressed his lips softly against Atobe's, not rushing this kiss, but feeling his whole body respond to it. His hands rose along Atobe's arms to stroke them through the soft-feeling fabric, and part of his mind wondered why a man like Atobe would make time for an old geek like himself.

But who cared? Oishi would enjoy the moment thoroughly.

He made a soft noise into the kiss and opened his mouth, inviting more.

It was an invitation Atobe was happy to accept. His fingers moved up into Oishi's hair, holding his head firmly as Atobe slid his tongue into Oishi's mouth, exploring at a slow pace. He dropped his other hand to Oishi's waist, pulling the other against him, taking control.

This felt spontaneous. It had been a long time since Atobe indulged in spontaneity.

Oishi felt the tug at his waist and blinked. Huh . . . .

This wasn't . . . how it felt like to be with Ryoma. Or Fuji, for that matter . . . mmmmmmm . . . his mouth was getting filled with Atobe's tongue, and they both tasted like his curry. Oishi felt his breath increase, his blush spreading.

This was . . . why did he feel like he was handing over control? Even when Ryoma topped him (that once), it didn't feel like this . . . .

It was kind of nice, and kind of unsettling. Oishi stroked his hands tentatively down Atobe's back.

Oishi would settle for nice.

Atobe moved his hand from Oishi's hip to slide his fingers into the other's shirt, brushing against the skin of Oishi's stomach. Atobe broke off the kiss and moved his lips against Oishi's jaw. Oishi was rather submissive, and Atobe was used to that by now. He can't remember ever not taking the lead once he hit twenty. Perhaps other men thought his position of power made him a seme.

"You blush like a teenager," Atobe purred in the other's ear. "Though I knew school girls who blushed less."

Oishi felt himself harden up painfully.

"I'm new at this," Oishi said, "And . . . I . . . I'm always forgetting the terms. I'm usually the one who . . . ."

Takes initiative, Oishi thought to himself, and curved his hands over Atobe's rear. Oh yes . . . very, very nice. "As soon as you walked in, I wanted to see what your skin looked like under these expensive pants." Oishi's voice went lower, deeper, huskier.

Had him at the door it seems. Atobe smiled, "Lucky you, you'll get to see."

Atobe tugged at Oishi's shirt, ear tuned to the sound of Oishi's voice. "You sound really sexy when your voice goes husky like that," Atobe admitted. Oishi had a soft, gentle sounding voice normally, and the change made the hair on Atobe's neck rise in a good way.

His voice was husky? Oishi hadn't noticed. He fell into the sensation, however, his mouth going to meet Atobe's again. The kiss was slow and soft, Oishi's tongue licking deep and his hands roaming all over Atobe's back.

He pulled their hips together a little fiercely, feeling his erection press against Atobe's pants. "You feel like something I shouldn't be allowed to touch," he said, his voice dropping even deeper into a growl.

"Makes it more exciting that way," Atobe purred, his own hands moving about Oishi to run up the other's back beneath his shirt. His fingertips kneaded the muscles there. One of his hands come back down and moved to the front of Oishi's pants. Best way to get things moving was to make them move. He unzipped the fly and slid his hand inside.

Oishi flushed, his breath moving faster. He melted in Atobe's hands and politely returned the favor, unzipping and gently pulling Atobe out of his pants. His hand stroked over the swelling.

Oishi once again thanked God that he figured out he was gay. In fact . . . .

He got to his knees, pushing Atobe's pants down, underwear too, and took that VERY lovely cock into his mouth.

Oishi's eyes shut, his cheeks still streaked with red, his mouth moving almost worshipfully across the skin. One part of his mind thanked Ryoma for the lessons. He took Atobe's cock as deep as he could into his mouth.

Atobe sucked in a breath and ran his fingers through Oishi's hair. It looked like that shyness was gone. "Nnnn."

Atobe watched his cock disappear into the other's mouth. "You learn rather quickly, I see."

"You're beautiful," Oishi breathed, and sucked the tip of Atobe's cock in earnest. He felt extremely lucky . . . . Slid his mouth deeper, hands sliding up to massage along Atobe's thighs, tickling up the back to spread and kneed his rear.

Oishi was feeling uncomfortable in his pants, but he was too distracted to do anything about it. One of these days he'd have to invent pants that could accomodate an erection . . . .

Atobe kept one hand behind Oishi's head and took a couple steps back until he was leaning against the wall. Much better. Atobe watched Oishi through half-lidded eyes. He smirked, "And you look dashing while you're on your knees."

Oishi's eyes glimmered with a moment of humor. "Everyone has a place in the world," he said quietly, looking up at Atobe through his blush. "Even people like me."

And he returned to place a long, slow lick along the underside of Atobe's cock, finally taking the head between his lips and softly worrying at it with his tongue.

Atobe rested his weight firmly against the wall. He moved his fingers around on Oishi's head to encourage him. "I'm glad you know your place," Atobe chuckled softly. Oishi was rather endearing. Atobe might have to make frequent trips here.

He was pretty good with his tongue too.

Oishi pondered that. Did he know his place? For a long time, his place had been as a husband, waiting for the day when they'd be settled enough to have a child. But now, his place was here, so grateful and aroused that he'd suck this man's cock as often as he wanted it.

Atobe offered him a child.

Not to mention, a lay. Oishi cupped Atobe's balls and rubbed them gently, pulling them and squeezing them in his hand while he lightly compressed his mouth.

"Nnnn," Atobe let his eyes close. "That feels really good."

Damn, he should have visited Oishi sooner. It had been so long since Atobe had a decent lay, it was inhumane. Damn those security guards and their screening.

Oishi kept up the light, teasing rhythm, taking some but not all of Atobe's cock into his mouth. And the same time, his hands tugged at his own shirt, untucking it, unbuttoning, removing. Oishi was fastidious enough with exercise to know that his body wasn't unpleasant to look at.

Then he pushed off Atobe's pants. Mmm . . . his hands stroked bare thigh, up to grip the hips, and his mouth went harder and pushed Atobe deeper.

Eye candy. This is why Atobe found himself with older men when he was younger. Teenage boys when he was a teenager never seemed to fill out their frame. Atobe spent most of his youth playing with bodyguards more than with friends.

Atobe gripped Oishi's shoulders for balance. He let Oishi continue for a long while, before pushing him away. Atobe slid down to his knees and captured Oishi's lips in his own.

Oishi's breath was coming in soft pants as their mouths met. He was feeling carried away again-something about skin on skin erasing every worry (for the moment) from his mind. He kissed deeply, hands wrapping back around Atobe's (bare) rear, enjoying the muscular smoothness in his palms.

And very low in his throat, he growled. He wouldn't mind exploring that more closely.

Atobe purred into the kiss. That was a rather sexy growl. Now to see what a whimper sounded like. Atobe advanced, moving to push Oishi onto his back, his own body covering the other. His hands traveled down Oishi's body, getting a good feel of what he'd eyed up earlier.

Oishi felt Atobe's weight pushing him to the ground and blinked.

Yes, this was entirely new. But no, not bad at all. It was like being taken by a . . . by a . . . oh. This was being topped. Ryoma had topped Oishi before, but it was more a matter of who put what where. Being controlled . . . pushed over, bossed around a little.

That was new. Oishi's hand stroked up the smooth muscles of Atobe's back, encouraging him. And then he felt the constriction around his erection.

His hands dropped, and he swiftly undid his pants.

Atobe chuckled. "Yes, let's even the playing field a bit." Atobe quickly worked Oishi's pants off and eyed the other over. He ran his hands up Oishi's thighs as he climbed back on top. He nipped at Oishi's chin as his hands explored Oishi's hips.

Oishi's breath came out in the gentlest and softest of panting whimpers as Atobe's hands roamed over him. But he wasn't shy about exploring in return, his hand going down to continue with his work, playing with Atobe's cock, tugging and working the wet skin.

Skin felt really . . . really good on skin. Oishi devoutly hoped that Atobe would stick around to cuddle some.

Atobe wrapped a hand around Oishi's member. "Not to rush this, but where do you keep the lube?"

It was good to know offhand, and Atobe only took people dry when they asked for it that way, and then, only with a lot of begging.

Oishi moaned at the touch. He was putty in Atobe's hands, at this point.

"Bedroom," Oishi said, sitting up and cradling Atobe on his lap for a moment. Oishi nuzzled his lips into Atobe's neck, and then stood, pulling Atobe to his feet.

He led Atobe back to his bedroom, and then closed the door so that the fish wouldn't see.

He got out the lube and climbed onto the bed, staring up at Atobe out of intent, turned-on eyes.

Atobe preferred sex on the bed if the other option was the floor. Atobe's favorite place was in the hot tub, but those encounters were few these days.

Atobe moved to the bed, climbing onto it in a stalking manner and latched his lips on Oishi's neck. His hand dropped back down to Oishi's cock.

Oishi stroked his hand softly over Atobe's hair and brought their lips together again. He liked those kisses, Atobe's mouth was soft and his tongue skillful, and Oishi felt his body rise and melt to Atobe's as they twined together.

His hand went down too, stroking Atobe's cock, the two of them moving in time. Oh, god, it was good . . . .

"NNnhhh . . . ." He panted into the kiss.

Atobe took the lube from Oishi and made quick work out of lubing his fingers. He kept one hand on Oishi's member as he moved the other between Oishi's legs, rubbing softly around Oishi's entrance.

Atobe used his tongue to explore Oishi's mouth again, almost as a preview of what his fingers were about to do.

When their kiss broke, Oishi remembered. He stared at Atobe feeling a little grave and conflicted. "I have condoms . . . too, if you want," he panted. His fingers stroked around the perfect cock, fingertips tickling the tip.

How did casual sex work again? He was too grateful to care. "But I trust you." Oishi did. Atobe was kind to him-very kind.

"I'm glad you do, but condoms are the safer bet," Atobe said, not wanting to think about whether or not they might be necessary. While not stupid, Atobe hadn't always been careful, and hadn't always been given the option to be either. "Those in the nightstand?"

Atobe continued to rub at Oishi's entrance. "Never know when trouble may come and bite you on the ass."

That was a gooood sensation. Oishi reached out a hand and opened the drawer, getting out a condom. He carefully ripped it open along the seam and took out the little wet round of plastic.

Then, staring down, he gave Atobe's cock a few swift strokes to get it nice and hard, and rolled the plastic down it.

"I've only had someone in me once before. My ex-boyfriend." Oishi's expression turned humorous. "In fact, you'd be . . . person number three that I've ever slept with." His eyes were soft with a faint trace of bitterness. "Be careful. I end up caring about the people that I do this with."

Atobe paused a moment. He wasn't looking to start anything with this. "We'll consider this a friendship building exercise." Atobe licked at Oishi's lip as he started to work his first finger into Oishi. Atobe considered telling Oishi what number notch he'd be in his belt, but Atobe wasn't entirely sure which it would be. It was thoughts like that that reminded Atobe why his security guards were there in the first place. "Don't worry, I'll go easy on you."

Oishi kissed back, his body shutting down his mind as the finger moved inside of his rear. His hands slid down Atobe's back, over his bottom, back up into his hair. He worked to relax himself and trust his body . . . .

Atobe moved his tongue in Oishi's mouth in a gentle caress. He worked his finger in and out until he could slide in a second, carefully stretching. Oishi said he'd only done this once, and Atobe could tell. His body was tight and unused to this kind of probing. His was up to two fingers now, and he scissored his fingers before brushing against the prostate. Time to remind Oishi of the benefits of bottoming.

Oishi made a low panting sound. Oh, right, the prostate. Boy, did that feel good. He tilted his hips and began to move them, welcoming the strangeness that was something in his rear. He slid his mouth over to Atobe's beauty mark and licked it lightly with his tongue, then licked Atobe's earlobe.

"You're so beautiful. It must be . . . nice to have any man that you . . . want."

Yes, Ore-sama had everything going for him, didn't he? Atobe nipped at Oishi's lip. "Yes, must be nice to be wanted by Ore-sama. Lucky you." Atobe chuckled softly, before sliding a third finger into Oishi.

Oishi was right, he supposed. The problem is that Atobe didn't let himself get into the position to go after the men he wanted.

Oishi laughed into Atobe's mouth. And then he rolled them over so that he lay on top of Atobe while those fingers were stroking in and out of him.

Oishi nipped Atobe's jaw. And then his neck. And then his collarbone, digging teeth in and sucking. They really were elegant . . . .

And Atobe was shameless. Oishi kind of admired that.

He reached for the lube with his free hand and got it all slippery, and then applied it to Atobe's cock.

Nuzzled at Atobe's neck. "I think I'm ready for . . . you." Oishi was blushing again.

Atobe blinked when they suddenly flipped over, but moaned when Oishi latched onto his collarbone like that. Damn, his weakness.

Atobe moved his hands to Oishi's hips, settling him in his lap. "Are you wanting to ride Ore-sama this way?" That would be hot: Oishi, unused to the penetration, moving himself up and down Atobe's shaft.

Oishi nodded, too shy to speak, but let his actions speak for him. He put Atobe's erection against the gently stretched hole, gritted his teeth, and felt the sudden enormous stretch enter him.

"AAhhhh . . . " He cried out, his blush spreading. Oh god . . . felt so good . . . drove more and more of Atobe's cock into himself, filling and filling and filling until he was hip-to-hip against the other man.

Oishi leaned down and fastened his lips to Atobe's collarbone again. He was perceptive, he noticed that Atobe enjoyed that. His tongue made slow love to the elegant bone while he got used to the good, big stretch inside of him . . . .

Atobe groaned. He'd really missed this, the pressure around his member, the lavishing on his collarbone.

Atobe brought his hands up, exploring Oishi's chest again. The muscles there were well-formed and nice to the touch.

Oishi wrapped a hand around his own cock and settled in for the ride, body moving, syncing with Atobe's, pace becoming slow and sultry as their bodies met. Atobe's cock was pushing Oishi out so much . . . it felt huge inside of him, but good, and so Oishi rose up and pushed himself down slowly to take it all inside of him.

Again and again . . . . He moaned at the goodness of the feeling, at their pace, at the beauty of Atobe beneath him, aristocratic face flushed and panting.

Atobe held Oishi's hips loosely, letting him control the pace. That tight warmth around his member making him throb. Attentive eyes watched their bodies meet, watched the way Oishi's member moved up and down as Oishi's hips did.

Atobe wrapped his fingers around that shaft, stroking it to the slow pace of Oishi's hips, showing him in a small way what the pace felt like on his own cock.

Oishi noticed through his blush that Atobe was watching them. It was . . . kind of pornographic to be watched like that, to have someone notice what their bodies looked like where they joined.

Oishi found it hot. His breath increased and he moved faster . . . up toward that hand, down again to slide that hot erection inside of himself. He was whimpering again, his whole body flushing at the touch and feel of Atobe.

Atobe ran his fingers back into Oishi's hair, tugged him back to his lips. His tongue pushed his way back into the other's mouth, sliding against Oishi's smoothly. He broke the kiss to purr out, "Talk to Ore-sama. Tell him how it feels."

Oishi's brain stopped with shyness, and then he beat himself up. He had a hot man in his bed and he should embrace the experience.

"It feels . . ." Oishi panted, "Like that time I . . . got the suction cup stuck on my . . . knee . . . but . . . much, much, much hotter."

That was a start.

Suction cup? If Atobe wasn't so turned on, he might have laughed. "Show me later?" Atobe might have a use for that. Atobe rewarded Oishi by rolling the other's balls in his hand. "Kept talking."

Oishi went incoherent for a moment at the sensation and wondered if this was a strange Yakuza torture technique, making people talk while applying vast amounts of pleasure to their asses & balls.

"U . . . Uhhhh . . . like . . . that one summer I stared at Katou in the . . . shower and then went home and . . . got myself off thinking about his . . . his . . . penis."

This was hard. Oishi wondered if that was even coherent.

Ooh, a story. "Then what happened?" Atobe rolled his hips, trying to bury himself in deeper. Atobe swiped a finger across the top of Oishi's member, teasing the slit. "Tell me more."

Oishi was having trouble focusing his eyes. They were shut, and his whole body began to shiver as he rode Atobe's erection.

"And then . . . nnnnhh . . ." Oishi whispered, "In my dream, he put it . . . in me, in the locker room shower, while I . . . memorized the tile with my cheek. He did it rough and . . . fast and afterwards came all over my . . . my butt . . . ."

Oh, god, Oishi was going to come.

He quickly put his hand over the tip of his cock so that Atobe wouldn't be dirtied. Then he rode down faster, feeling the incredible stretch fill him, and gasping, he shot into his hand.

He maintained his pace, however, a hot swift slide, willing to go for however long Atobe wanted.

Atobe moaned as Oishi bore down on him. Atobe's hands went back to Oishi's hips, now guiding the movement of them. Atobe delivered a few swift thrusts. He wondered what Oishi would look like panting against shower tiles.

Atobe pulled Oishi's head down for another kiss, needy this time, as his body stiffened. His come was caught by the condom and held there, and Atobe let himself relax against the sheets before rolling them over to pull out and toss the condom off the edge of the bed. He would have aimed for a trashcan but didn't know where it was.

Oishi wiggled the covers down, and then felt . . . strange.

"Stay and let me warm you for a little while. I know you probably have to go."

He gave Atobe his best pleading look.

Atobe glanced at his watch. It was late, and he probably didn't have much of a chance sneaking back in the closer it got to sunrise. His head of security would have kittens.

But Atobe's body really want to curl next to Oishi's warmth and enjoy the afterglow. Maybe for a little while.

"I've got some time to spare," Atobe said, moving to press himself against Oishi, grabbing the tissue box off the nightstand so Oishi could clean up.

Oishi smiled his thanks and wiped his hand off with the tissue. Then he carefully set the alarm for a half-hour from then.

He turned and tucked Atobe's back against his stomach, nose burying into hair, hand idly stroking Atobe's arm.

Baby.

Oishi wiggled his nose into Atobe's hair.

"Come see me any time you'd like. When I'm not at work or the shelter, I'm just here with my fish."

And maybe, someday, his little girl.

Oishi's smiled glowed softly into Atobe's hair and he gave the other man a happy squeeze.

Atobe settled in. Oishi's warmth felt more than nice. It would be a shame to leave in half an hour. Atobe closed his eyes. "I think I'll swing by from time to time."

He had to test those suction cups after all.