#munafushi

The office was pitch black, the sole ray of light was from the illumination displayed before him, reflecting on his glasses. The room was silent - except for an almost inaudible rustling and light moans that hung in the air.

The image on the screen switched to another angle and the observer shifted slightly in his overly comfortable seat. The movements on the screen were slow, matching the rhythm of sounds filling the air. Sometimes a little louder, sometimes a little lower. The voice reaching his sensitive ears was filled with need. Desperation.

Leaning to one side, chin resting atop his palm the Blue King continued to examine his third in command calmly. Continued to watch as the youth became entangled within his own realm of bliss again. The sight exhibited before him was familiar to Reishi already. He had caught the youth several times. Unable to switch the screen off.

The first time had been three month ago, when work had chained him to his desk for too long and he had to distract his mind. Sometimes he watched the hallways, the main area and on special occasions – when solitude hit him the hardest – he allowed himself a quick look at his clansmen. Observing every one of them for just a few minutes to make sure they appeared fine. It made him feel a tiny bit closer to them.

He had been a bit hesitant at first when flipping the image to his favorite’s room back then. As if he was afraid to disturb the said other. But the feeling changed drastically upon his discovery and Reishi found himself watching the youth occasionally.

By now he knew how far gone the bluet was, how long it would take until his voice would echo within the walls of his room, how long it would take him to regain his senses and curl up into a small shivering ball. How long it would take to sleep finally take him.

He could guess from the volume of the other’s voice when Fushimi would reach for his drawer, because the only thing that would get him off was the help of that stupid toy. He despised it. The toy. The king sometimes felt the need to replace it with something far more exciting, but he didn’t dare to think this option over for too long.

Everytime he watched the youth, he wondered about the images that must flicker through other’s mind. The memories that played behind closed lids. He wondered about the person Saruhiko imagined while pleasing himself with such dedication.  It clearly wouldn’t be the King himself.

The work on his desk had been abandoned for half an hour now, ever since the show on the screen had begun unfolding. Now was time for the youth to grab the toy for further enjoyment. The motion on the screen confirmed his thoughts as well as the sound of a drawer being fumbled open.

A small sigh escaped the King’s lips as he shifted again, his own body reacting to the sensual noises and leaving him defeated to his own needs. The screen was turned off soundlessly and all that remained was darkness and silence.

Reishi focused on his own breathing, noticing its slightly irregular rhythm.

After adjusting his eyes to the dark, his body began moving on its own, leaving his office at a slow pace. He would call it a day. He was long past the required time and he needed some relaxation, despite being a king. His feet led him out into the dark hallway and through the long corridors of Scepter4’s headquarters. His footsteps echoed rhythmically.

There was no need to hurry. He had enough time to reach his destination after all.

By the time the king arrived at the door of his desired destination, he could imagine Saruhiko drowning in his own pleasure, to a formidable extent. He could almost hear the small whimpers coming from the youth’s thin, but soft lips and see the fluttering of eyelashes against pale cheeks.

The door in front of him was no hindrance at all, for he held the master key within this building, just in case.

His imagination hadn’t let him down as he approached the bed silently and took in the sight, which had become so familiar to him during the last weeks. Seeing and hearing him for real was different though. The body twisting on and beneath the sheets was to alluring, too eager to be taken by another.

The air around him and his vanguard was thick with sexual tension, which left his presence temporarily unnoticed by the youth. As long as he stayed still and merely watched. Watched the wanton expression lingering on young features, dots of sweat shimmering on white skin and rosy cheeks.

The need to reach out and touch the other overwhelmed his mind.

The slim body tensed noticeably when he placed his fingertips on soft fabric, running his palm along a smooth stomach beneath, tracing Saruhiko’s chest. Encountering a firm nipple on the way, he allowed himself to tease the little nub with a small circling of his fingertip.

Wide eyes watched him in disbelief, blinking once, twice. As if he wanted to get rid of the illusion conjured up by his hazy mind only. Reishis’ lips curled into a small assuring smile and his hand continued to travel along Saruhiko’s stiff body. Cupping the youth’s chin within a tight grasp turned that gaze towards his face.

They exchanged a look in silence and the bluet in his grasp relaxed visibly. Comprehension radiating from his figure. His eyes still clouded with need. Reishi decided that no words were needed this evening. The king followed his knight’s gaze down between his own legs, thus slowly began freeing himself from his restraining uniform. All the while watching blue eyes watch him. He found a mixture of anxiety and excitement within those sapphire depths. Slightly parted lips demanding to be claimed. But that would have to wait for another time.

His hand found the toy between the youth legs easily and he gave it some quick thrusts before he removed it from the others body. Watching Saruhiko’s expression turn from pleasure to disapproval.  But it was replaced by something far better, something the youth craved for with his every being. Blood and flesh.

Reishi positioned himself atop of his third in command, sheathing his body within a welcoming heat accompanied by a low moan. Since the youth had “prepared” himself well until now, he was able to claim him without much resistance or pain. He watched as the bluet’s sweet mouth formed a clear O, but no sound escaped. Watched as eyes closed in pure bliss and a head fell back onto the soft cushion.

Finally he was able to actually feel what he had seen on the screens several times. He could see, touch, smell and hear everything the youth had to offer. And he was eager to take it all. The real thing was far better the king realized - too beautiful to describe with words alone.

Losing himself into the atmosphere of their tryst Reishi caught himself moaning from time to time. Angling his thrusts initiated the beginning of a crescendo of gasps, whispers and moans trickling from his partner’s mouth. The scratching on his back got painfully sharp. But it only served to urge him on further.

Reishi was quick to obey that wish and deepened their connection in a slow, but steady rhythm as Saruhiko granted him a better access. Allowing him to hit that particular sweet spot within the bluet over and over again. Driving the other to the brink of sanity.

“Come… inside me.”

The tickling sensation next to his ear mixed with breathless words almost sent him over the edge. Time stopped, when he heard his name called from delicious lips and he felt the body beneath him tense. Satisfaction washed over him as Saruhiko found his much needed release, triggering Reishi’s own climax unexpectedly.

The room fell silent afterwards. Their gasps for air swirling into a melody of its own until both of them were able to catch their breath again. Bodies still entwined as one, limbs tangled around one another.

It was hard for him to detach himself from the youth within his arms. Hard to let go of the warmth he had drowned himself in, which had so easily made him forget everything around him. Even the heavy burden he had to carry on his shoulders.

Reishi was about to leave when a delicate hand reached out for his and he stopped in his tracks. Violet orbs searching sapphire depths. And oh, how was he about to drown into them again.

“… don’t.”

His breath hitched at such a simple request, he couldn’t turn it down at all. His fingers melted with the other’s hand as he let himself be dragged back onto the soft mattress. Maybe he didn’t have to leave so early. Maybe he was allowed to steal some more of the warmth he had discovered. Maybe he was allowed to be just another human being for a little longer.

The Blue King was greeted with another embrace, a pair of slim arms encircling his torso - too afraid to let go.

It was not so bad to grant a wish once in a while. He decided.