Kono Tsumibukaki Yoru ni-Chapter 5-Part 2

Pretty much the entirety of the second half of this chapter is NSFW. Having said that, I edited it all while at work…The things you can get away with when your coworkers don’t speak English~

Chapter Five-Part 2

Outside, there were signs of rain.

How long could he stay out, after rushing out of the restaurant? The night rain was cold, he felt the raindrops freezing him to the core.

He thought about how to get home from here. It would be good if he could find a taxi to pick him up. Otherwise, he could also go to a house, ask to borrow the phone and call for their driver.

However.

He didn’t want to go home.

I want to see Ryouichirou. Had been wanting to see him.

While he was still himself, there was no way he could let Ryouichirou die in vain.

He wanted him to wash his hands of the movement as soon as possible. No, he should have it washed away from him. He didn’t know if that single minded man would lend his ear to Kunitaka’s clumsy words.

However, even if in this country the labour and socialist movements had started, there was no way they would take root.

There was no way that the heart and mind of national polity and the common populace would change that easily. Before the Meiji Restoration, people had become all too used to oppression, sustained throughout the 260 years of the history of the Tokugawa shogunate. The people of this country were too used to being repressed and having rules handed down to them.

The door of Ryouichirou’s room was tightly closed. Kunitaka sat under the overhanging roof and waited.

“See you later then.”

“Ah, take care, Takahashi.”

At distantly hearing Ryouichirou’s voice, Kunitaka looked up.

“Master Kunitaka…?” Standing behind him, with an umbrella in hand, Ryouichirou looked at Kunitaka in blank surprise.

“Ryou”

“Is something the matter, you’re soaked through…” Ryouichirou’s voice ran with consternation.

Touching Ryouichirou’s hand, who he had reached out to without any hesitation, Kunitaka exhaled.

“I wanted to see you.”

Locked in Kunitaka’s chest, thousands of words welled up. By only hearing Ryouichirou’s voice, and seeing his face.

Had he, up until now, ever held feelings as intense as this? This wave of passionate emotion, had he ever tasted it?

“Anyway, let’s get inside. It would be absolutely inexcusable for you to catch a cold out here!”

Ryouichirou’s hand, that gently wrapped around his own, was very warm. Still holding his hand, Ryouichirou showed Kunitaka inside. Holding his knees, Kunitaka sat down on the tatami floor.

“This is no good, Master Kunitaka. If you don’t dry off your hair and body, you’ll catch a cold. As for clothes…if you’d like, my shirt…”

Those words, Kunitaka carelessly brushed aside.

“I want an answer.”

“What is it?”

“Is it true that you’re involved in the anti-establishment movement?”

Ryouichirou went quiet for a moment.

“First of how, how about I make you a cup of warm tea. The tea’s not fancy though.”

“It’s fine, answer me.”

Did he think that he couldn’t dodge Kunitaka’s vehement questioning?

Ryouichirou quietly opened his mouth.

“You already know the answer in full, don’t you.”

“Why? Why that?”

“I’ve already told you. We’re of different social status. To me, that is always the starting point.” Containing a great deal of cynicism, his voice was cold.

Did Ryouichirou view him through that lens?

“Was everything a lie…?”

His gentleness, his gestures of closeness. All of it.

The time he had gently spent together with Kunitaka too.

But, if he took it that it had all been a lie, then everything had been a trap set by Ryouichirou. Even so, he didn’t mind.

“Can you quit it, before it’s too late?”

“This has nothing to do with you.”

“I want to save you.”

“When have I asked anyone to save me?” He raised his voice, changing completely.

Kunitaka flinched at Ryouichirou’s tone, that criticised his arrogance.

However, he couldn’t back down. So, there was no reason for him to ask someone to save him. That was Kunitaka’s selfishness. He didn’t want to lose Ryouichirou. The extent of Kunitaka’s arrogance, wishing that, was only his own self interest.

“I know. That was my selfish point of view.”

“I cannot handle the whims of a noble’s son any longer.”

“This isn’t just a whim. I’m begging you!”

Kunitaka placed both hands on the tatami.

“I’m begging you, Ryouichirou. Even if this movement is active now, you understand, it will come to nothing? Do you intend to throw away your life so easily?”

He wasn’t heeding Kunitaka’s words at all.

“If you care for yourself at all, you shouldn’t get involved. It’s for your own best interests, since we were childhood friends.”

It wasn’t that he wanted to have this conversation.

He didn’t want to lose Ryouichirou. He didn’t want to hand over Ryouichirou’s life to the military police.

“You’re serious, and intelligent, but you’re too pure. A person like you, who is too kind, will just get used by a guy like me.”

Kunitaka felt like his chest was being painfully gouged out.

“Using someone, me-“

“No, not yet.”

However, seeing that Ryouichirou had said “not yet”, that was to say he was expecting to use him later. Probably, to obtain military information.

“Please tell me it’s a lie…Ryou.”

“Why?” Ryouichirou laughed faintly, then stared at Kunitaka with his strong gaze. “Didn’t I say I was a cowardly man. A clean and upright person like you shouldn’t know about me.”

“I’m not that fine and decent person.”

Wouldn’t he understand? The only thing important to Kunitaka was Ryouichirou.

The sweet memories of childhood that were always in Kunitaka’s chest, continued to illuminate his heart. He couldn’t evade the feelings he had any longer.

He had always, always loved Ryouichirou.

He was in love.

Therefore, he hated the Ryouichirou that wouldn’t come and meet him. Even though what he should hate was his own cowardly self. He had been afraid of personally coming to meet him, and being rejected. He had not wanted to be told that he was unnecessary. For Kunitaka, there was only Ryouichirou.

“You have been put under the military police’s surveillance. When happens, you’ll be thrown in jail. You’ve been cited as a person of interest!”

That was confidential. If it was leaked outside, Kunitaka would be punished.

There was a painful silence.

Looking at Kunitaka Ryouichirou’s line of sight strayed around Kunitaka’s neck, and stopped there.

“To say you’re not a fine and decent person, that is the truth.” Ryouichirou murmured in a low voice, and touched Kunitaka’s neck. His fingers moved, tracing the track of the marks of Asano’s sport, and lightly thrust Kunitaka away.

“Stopping off at someone’s place on your way home from a affair and you’re preaching to me?”

Kunitaka’s eyes went wide, and his voice was stifled, “what are you-“

There was, Kunitaka suddenly realised, the disorder of his clothes and the marks Asano’s lips had left on his flesh.

“This is a mistake-“

“A mistake?”

Ryouichirou’s gaze that was so cold it made Kunitaka shiver, it implacably stared down at him.

“No, Ryou- It’s not that, I-“

If he touched Ryouichirou, he would be frozen in place, under that sub zero gaze. Was this is what Ryouichirou had hidden? Was this his true nature?

Ryouichirou’s merciless gaze pierced through Kunitaka without forgiveness, filling him with consternation. Like a child throwing a tantrum, his voice getting louder, Kunitaka begged Ryouichirou.

“I’ll do anything…truly, I’ll do anything! Therefore…I’m begging you…”

Now, in this moment.

If Ryouichirou turned back onto an honest path, Kunitaka would throw away everything.

He longed for this man. Ryouichirou, who gave of the scent of dark secrets. A man, behind whose smiling face, something was concealed, a man who, without precedent, Kunitaka was drawn to.

He couldn’t think of a world without Ryouichirou.

No matter how much he was hated and resented for it, Kunitaka wanted to restrain Ryouichirou to this world.

Was that was the thing called love, such a hideously powerful thing…?

“Anything, you say?” Ryouichirou murmured, in a subdued voice. “In that case, shall we ‘do anything’?…Master Kunitaka.” His lips twisted.

“That line is the whim of a bourgeois, not wanting to say it out loud, is it?” That cynical smile, was definitely not something Kunitaka had ever seen before.

–

That summer afternoon…

On top of the humidity, it was also so listless, a summer afternoon in which not a thing stirred, as if dead.

Kunitaka and Kazutaka, looked forward to being taken to the river to play, but on the way, the old housekeepers condition had taken a bad turn, so in the end they had returned to the house.

Left to play in the garden with Kazutaka, they strayed near that area normally forbidden to go near, the villa in which their father lived.

The door was slightly open. From inside, it was Fuyuki’s voice that could be heard.

As children, they had felt unease at hearing his distressed and pained sounding voice.

He wasn’t sick was he? Even if that wasn’t it, just earlier, they were anxious from having just seen the wet nurse’s pains. What should they do if something was wrong with father?

Facing the forbidden door, their father was being pinned down by Fushimi.

The realisation that the pained voice they could hear, carried a lustrous tone, since then, many years had passed.

Fuyuki’s sweet gasps were lewd. And, terribly alluring.

Those slender white legs, not at all darkened by sun, were twined around the man’s strong hips, and he eagerly shook his own.

When Kunitaka surreptitiously observed, he saw that the men who dominated his father varied by day. On occasion, there were many, and there were also times it was women.

However, he was different. He wasn’t like his father, for whom anyone was fine.

It could only be Ryouichirou. He only wanted to fall in love with Ryouichirou.

–

“You can take your clothes off yourself, right?”

Even his memory carried the smell of rottenness. Breaking his recollections, Ryouichirou’s voice. He’d never heard Ryouichirou speak so coldly before.

“It’s fine.”

“Are you shaking?” Ryouichirou showed a cruel expression, like he had stripped back his emotions.

“No.” Kunitaka shook his head. “This is what you wished, isn’t it?”

There was no reply.

The simple futon smelled of clean sunlight, but Kunitaka flinched, his body used to a luxurious bed.

Be as it may that as much as Kunitaka was an indifferent, straightlaced man disconnected from the desires of the flesh, he had had experiences with women. However, this was his first time with a partner of the same sex.

It was laughable.

The one trying to hold on to Ryouichirou so desperately like this was he himself…

He took his shirt off, before long, his naked body was laid bare. When he thought of what would be exposed by Ryouichirou’s gaze, he was afraid.

But, on the other hand, he was glad at being able to bring their bodies together. If Ryouichirou knew Kunitaka thought foolish things like that, he would laugh.

He was in love with this man. So much that he was seized by wretched desires like this. And yet, Ryouichirou hated Kunitaka so much that he wanted to violate him and ruin him. It was all too miserable.

To begin with, Ryouichirou had a lover. Even if Kunitaka told Ryouichirou he loved him, it would only be pathetic. Besides, this was bargaining, with Kunitaka’s body as the feed. The feelings Kunitaka had could only become a weakness. If Ryouichirou knew of these longings, he would disdain Kunitaka and hate him even more.

Between people a grave difference of social class existed. Continuing to wound Ryouichirou by his own acts, Kunitaka had been made to realise this. Therefore, undoubtedly, Ryouichirou was trying to make Kunitaka submit to him.

They were the hated bourgeois, the military, the dogs of the authorities. Kunitaka was the personification of all of this. Shaming Kunitaka was Ryouichirou’s revenge against society.

Ryouichirou knelt down in front of Kunitaka, who looked down, his graceful face dyed with embarrassment. When Ryouichirou reached out and touched Kunitaka’s lightly muscled body, Kunitaka clenched the futon mattress in instinctive fear.

“Ah-“ The places his fine grained skin were touched by Ryouichirou’s tongue gave rise to a hot sensation, surprised, he unthinkingly flinched. Subsequently, bruised marks were left, where Ryouichirou had sucked on his skin.

“Well I never, this is your first time with a man? You’ve only gone as far as to get this mark.”

Kunitaka didn’t know what Ryouichirou misunderstood, but he hadn’t been able to say this was his first time with the same sex. There was no way he would show his weaknesses any further than using his body as a commodity in a transaction.

“Ryou-“ His voice was nervously frayed, from only being touched.

Unexpectedly unrefined fingertips fumbled over Kunitaka’s body, creeping about to draw out pleasure.

Kunitaka’s chin was caught, and Ryouichirou’s lips laid over his. Kunitaka couldn’t breathe, his tongue tried to escape Ryouichirou’s, entwined around his own. Curiously, when his lost tongue was strongly sucked on, the core of his mind dazedly ran with pain and a mysterious sensation.

“Trying to escape like that, have you now lost your nerve?”

“No. Do whatever you like-“ Kunitaka murmured, wiping saliva that had overflowed from his mouth. If by this, he could hold back the heart of he who leant towards ruin.

Ryouichirou’s tongue, his fingers grazed over Kunitaka’s skin. Giving himself up to rough desires, distantly unable to bear it, Kunitaka cried out.

“Ahh-h.” His voice was so teary that he couldn’t believe himself. Ryouichirou frowned in annoyance at hearing it, then lightly bit Kunitaka’s nipples.

“tsu”

His nipples, a part of the body that had no meaning whatsoever, were now hard and erect, and waited impatiently to be touched by a man.

“Let me hear your voice. If you’re going to cry for a man at all, there’s only me here.”

“Ryou…”

“Lose your mind.” His dry lips lightly bit, and licked Kunitaka’s jutting nipples, and then crushed them with his tongue. Each time Ryouichirou did that, the heat source of Kunitaka’s body was switched on, and he was seized with the impression that his body temperature was rising.

“n-, nnn”

One of his nipples was again kneaded by Ryouichirou’s fingers, and lightly pinched. The places where Ryouichirou nibbled at his throat were left with dark bruises, before he knew it, Kunitaka’s skin had been adorned with the signs Ryouichirou had left.

They became damp with sweat, the narrow room became close and stuffy. When Kunitaka thought of being touched by the person he held dear, his body showed such an obvious reaction he remembered his shame.

“You’re already wet. It seems you quite like it.”

The hand that pulled down Kunitaka’s underwear then touched his penis, confirming the form of Kunitaka’s desire, wet with pre-cum, and Ryouichirou then slowly wrapped his hand around it.

“Ah…don’t…”

He stained Ryouichirou’s hand.

That hand, those fingers.

His own bodily fluid.

“Please…that…”

“I want to see you reach the point where you miserably cling to a lowly man like me.” When Ryouichirou said that, to ridicule Kunitaka, the fingers that teased him became even faster. Somehow, the caress given by his rough fingers felt frustratingly slow, all the more fanning Kunitaka’s sexual desire.

It felt like his body had become beewax. Melting in the heat given to him by Ryouichirou, being changed into a soft object.

“Nn…ah…Ryou…”

Being gratifyingly and indecently touched, Kunitaka irritably sought that stimulation. Ryouichirou’s warm hand stroked him, and then, the pleasure given by those fingers was all too much.

No!

He didn’t want a part of him like that to been seen.

Simply by the strength in his hands, gripping the futon mattress, was proof that his feelings ran contrary to his thoughts, his hips trembled of their own accord, in a rhythm matching Ryouichirou’s.

“ Lose yourself-” Taking the form of a request, that was a cruel order.

“I can’t…no…that’s-“

Although it was unbearably embarrassing, with a dissolute form such as his, if he received pleasure, reflexively he chased that feeling, even though it was painful.

Only a little remaining self-respect restrained him. His brain was overcome with pleasure. That he was weak against the stimulus being given to his body, as his consciousness drained, he considered that at last.

“If you like men doing this do you, you should be more upfront.”

“It’s not-“ his hoarse voice resembled sweet groans.

“Leaving a mark like this on a person they’ve dominated…only a man would do that.” His insistent fingers scratched at the mark left by Asano’s kiss.

Kunitaka’s tears ran at the disgrace and pleasure given to him. Ryouichirou dried the tears that welled up in the corner of Kunitaka’s eyes with his tongue.

“That’s-…ah-“

Even if I said, I wanted to protect you, would you laugh? He was full of deceit and hyprocrisy, his wish was no more than self satisfaction.

Kunitaka was a military officer. If he found it truly disagreeable, had had enough skills in self defence to fend off Ryouichirou.

Not resorting to that, fear, and at the same time, expectation burned in his chest, because somewhere, he might have wished to be held by Ryouichirou.

“Despite the fact you always show such a virtuous face…you’re quite immoral.”

The image that replayed in his mind, over and over, that summer day, the beautiful face of his father, covered in pleasure.

Was he indulging in pleasure, the same as his father? When he was touched by Ryouichirou’s hand, he felt pleasure. Kunitaka could only cry out, his voice drawn out by warped desires.

“Ah…ah, nnn.”

When his penis, wet with pre-cum, was gently stroked, his ragged, damp breaths ran into the air. Crying out like this, he couldn’t distinguish whether he was following Ryouichirou’s directions, or he simply couldn’t help himself.

Ryouichirou lightly pressed the constricted part of his tip, unable to bear it, Kunitaka undulated his hips.

“Ryou…Ryou-“

Instantly, he was overcome by pleasure so strong that he forgot everything, bending his head back and arching his body. While his body was made to tremble, Kunitaka released his essence into Ryouichirou’s hand. Obtaining release by another’s hand was like opium that gradually mesmerised his brain.

“Spread your legs.”

When it came to this, Kunitaka did not even have the energy to protest. Urged by Ryouichirou, he diffidently spread his legs.

When he did, Ryouichirou’s fingers roughly explored Kunitaka’s narrowness.

“ugh-“

Scratched lightly at the interval of his crease, Kunitaka involuntarily cried out. His breath quickened. He had never thought that a part of him not usually touched would be fingered like this.

Kunitaka’s cheeks coloured in shame, noticing the substance spread all over his belly was his own bodily fluid that he had just released.

“hnn…ahh..ah” Bitterly and painfully, he tried to hold his voice in, but it leaked out.

If he didn’t, the he couldn’t spit out what accumulated heavily inside his body. Unable to let Kunitaka’s anguished writhing pass, Ryouichirou once again seized Kunitaka’s penis, which had already lost its strength, in his hand.

At the same time, the movement of Ryouichirou’s fingers probing inside his body became even more intense, making a wet sound. Kunitaka could feel himself coming undone there, and, deeply swallowing Ryouichirou’s finger, bit by bit, he opened up.

“Please…wait…”

“There’s no reason for me to wait.”

I love you.

“…Ryou…”

Why, this man, like this?

He didn’t know. It was frightening. He couldn’t stop the attraction he felt in his heart. Whoever this man was, it was fine. Anything was fine. Even if he was a demon that would only destroy him, Kunitaka didn’t care.

“Is it good here?”

“Ahh-“

From only being touched in his crease, there was a part of him that transmitted such intense pleasure that his head went blank, unable to hold it in, his voice became louder. He didn’t want to admit it, but it felt unbelievably good. Contrary to his heart, which tried to withstand it, his hips squirmed.

He couldn’t put it into words.

“Ryou-…wait.” He couldn’t believe himself, his voiced carried a lustrous tone. Wetly and moistly, just like he was cajoling Ryouichirou.

“…Master Kunitaka,” murmured Ryouichirou in a husky voice, and then suddenly wrapped his arms around Kunitaka’s legs. Then, he fitted himself.

“Ryou..”

It didn’t require comprehension, that Ryouichirou’s penis steadily pushed up against that spot, a man pushed inside him.

He, who was a soldier, couldn’t bear this degree of pain, what to do? That thought matched the pain of being deflowered.

“Relax, don’t try and resist it.”

“What…”

“Do you like being forcibly torn open?” Reproaching him with cruel words, Ryouichirou started to stroke the penis of Kunitaka, who had lost the tension of remaining strength.

“Tha-“

The pleasure being taught to him, no matter how it blurred in his mind, he was driven by Ryouichirou to loosen up.

When Kunitaka, unable to think straight, obeyed, and Ryouichirou penetrated still a little further more, Kunitaka tried to refuse their intercourse at the pain. When he did that, he received caresses. Over and over, by the end of it, all of Ryouichirou had entered him, and Kunitaka no longer had the energy to resist.

“Is it so good it makes you cry?” Although asked, Kunitaka didn’t know how to answer.

“You’re tight.” Ryouichirou covered over on top of Kunitaka, and deliberately whispered in his ear in a rough voice.

“One would hardly think that you’ve known men.”

“ng…ku…ahh, ahh…ahh-”

Penetrated deeply, Kunitaka couldn’t help but cry and groan in a voice unknown to himself.

“No…it’s not that. Precisely because you have known men, you’ve gotten this tight. Isn’t that right, Master Kunitaka.”

Ryouichirou sought his crease, which was so hotly throbbing it was immoral. Whenever Ryouichirou moved, his inner parts were rubbed with unbearably, maddening slowness.

“Don’t take it in so greedily, please loosen up a bit.” At Ryouichirou’s low whisper, Kunitaka clenched the futon tight.

“I don’t…know…”

Ryouichirou too had lost his composure, his rhythm becoming more urgent and pressing. Although it hurt, although it was painful, at being connected to the person he loved, Kunitaka was glad.

It wasn’t from diffidence, it was the feelings born from his true feelings he had towards Ryouichirou.

“Master Kunitaka…” That beloved husky voice.

“…it’s fine…so-“

And then.

Could it be called pleasure, the sweet ache that welled up from deep inside his (lower parts).

“…ah…ahhh…fu…”

Having the place where he could not help but feel pushed up against, before he knew it Kunitaka had reached the point of calling out in a teary voice, responding to Ryouichirou.

“Ahh- mouu”

The moment he raised his desperate voice, Ryouichirou’s hand gripped Kunitaka at the base.

“Oww-“

“Not yet.”

Ryouichirou’s forehead ran with sweat, and Kunitaka clawed at his shoulders- why wasn’t Ryouichirou letting his come like this?

“Ask me to let you come, please.”

“What…the…?” Kunitaka uttered, even sobbing, in pain and pleasure. On his face, damp with tears and sweat, fell kisses, as Ryouichirou said “You can do it. Since you will ‘do anything’.”

“ugh-“ His undone parts were deeply penetrated, he cries were voiceless.

Kunitaka understood, if Ryouichirou didn’t let go, he would not be able to obtain that final pleasure. However, at being told that, a splinter of pride remained.

“Can’t you say it?”

The heat that accumulated like sediment tormented Kunitaka’s core, they fought with each other. The parts that trembled with fever wanted to be released.

“Let me…come already…”

Master Kunitaka, he heard Ryouichirou murmur to himself. At the same time Ryouichirou’s fingers loosened, Kunitaka’s deepest was intensely pushed against.

“Ryou…Ryou…ah, ahhhh-…”

He didn’t want to let go of Ryouichirou a second time, so clinging to him, digging his nails into Ryouichirou’s back, Kunitaka came.

“Master Kunitaka-“ Kunitaka felt Ryouichirou’s passion, filling up the inside of his body.

He wanted to always be by his side. To not let go again.

In exchange for this body, he would continue to protect Ryouichirou.

“More…I want more…” If with this body he was bound to Ryouichirou, he wasn’t even averse to it. Kunitaka needed Ryouichirou.

“Master Kunitaka…” His lips were pressed against Kunitaka’s own.

A kiss that before long became passionate, mutually revelling in concentrated passion. His body gradually became mesmerised from deep inside, just like an attack of fever.

When his tongue entwined with Ryouichirou’s and they kissed, he became unable to think of anything but the pleasure being given to him.

His father’s stagnant blood flowed in him also, thought Kunitaka.

Translation notes:

Those five characters leapt out at him.-Ryouichirou’s name in Japanese has five kanji-成田遼一郎 Nari-ta Ryou-ichi-rou