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Post by Akiyama Kisho on Jul 29, 2006 12:13:24 GMT -5
He sat himself down before looking back over towards the young Prince. What should they discuss? He really wasn't sure, though he could think of several things they were not proper to speak to a young Prince about. Maybe he would ask him about the...no he couldn't do that. Instead he arranged a sheet of paper in front of him and tapped the quill on it.
"I am sure you are tired of speaking on the state of affairs concerning the country, as you do this almost constantly. How about you though, you personally?" Mmm, maybe that wasn't the right way to phrase that, so he went on a completely different track.
"You need to be married soon, she is definitely old enough for the consummation of a marriage and you should be producing heirs. I suggest that you declare an actual date and get it over with. Regardless if either of you want this union it has to come to pass. Even if you dislike girls entirely. She was and is the most suitable match for you and for producing heirs."
He wrote down a few things while he talked, looking up now and then to make his point with certain words.
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Post by Koyada Akihito on Jul 29, 2006 14:30:37 GMT -5
Akihito watched the other's movements before he went to his own work. He thought about what they could discuss, it could've been anything since there was a lot to talk about. Yet when he heard the shogunate's suggestion he lifted his head to stare at his face. What did he mean, personally? Almost everyone in the palace knew the basics about the Prince. It was a given. And he had no reason to hide any facts about himself.
Akiyama was discussing Yuki again and a small frown appeared on his face. Not that he minded but when it came to his lifestyle he always got annoyed on the topic. "I am aware, once the nation's affairs are settled I will have time for a family. But right now it's out of the question," it was true; he would get to the marriage with his fiancé. Akihito didn't dislike girls at all, he didn't dislike Yuki either. He just wasn't comfortable around the girl.
When the shogun looked up, he offered a smile.
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Post by Akiyama Kisho on Jul 30, 2006 7:40:41 GMT -5
It almost made him laugh, how much the Prince disliked talking about the propect of getting married. It was obvious though that he still planned on it so that was good. Not sure what else to talk about he let the silence go on for a little while, the only sounds in the room being the faint scratching of quills on paper. He was almost content with the silence really, it was not often that he got such a thing. But he wanted something else, he just wasn't sure when taking it would be right. Aki seemed to have a great deal of work to do, well things to sign and that could be tedious and take hours he well knew.
"Hopefully the affairs will be settled soon or she will be beyond ripeness."
Giving up all pretense of work he stood up and came around behind the Prince, looming behind him like his height would allow. One large, callused hand settled itself upon Aki's shoulder and he leaned over, his face pressed cheek to cheek on the younger man. "You will have plenty of time to do your work when I am done. So how about a little recreational relaxation?"
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Post by Koyada Akihito on Jul 30, 2006 23:06:11 GMT -5
Akihito continued to work with the papers. Some of them were the least important; while others he discarded and refused the sign. People in Japan had some outrageous requests, and he could only do so little considering the future didn't look all that bright. Seeing Akiyama rise from his chair from the corner of his eyes, he lifted his gaze once more. The man was no longer across from him, but behind him. Feeling the hand on his shoulder and the other's cheek against his own took the breath right out of him. He hadn't expected the Shogunate to act in this way, and a suggestion of relaxation confused him.
"And what do you have in mind?" he asked. It would be unfair to jump to conclusions. Everyone deserved a fair trial, didn't they?
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Post by Akiyama Kisho on Aug 1, 2006 7:44:27 GMT -5
Akihito was so unassuming that it brough a smile to Kisho's face, though the smile was predatory and full of dark promises it was still a smile. The hand on his Prince's shoulder smoothed up the side of his face and turned him so that they were nose to nose. Dark eyes boring into Aki's, thoughts unreadable.
Shakign his head he spoke very quietly, even if there were a spy around, which he doubted, they would not hear his words. "The kind of relaxation that makes your body sing. It starts off causing the most delightful of tensions." Then, without another moments worth of hesitation he kissed the Prince. His mouth fastened itself upon Akihito's in a rough unyielding embrace.
The hand that was on his face cupped Aki's chin and held him fast, while the other stayed somewhere out of sight.
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Post by Koyada Akihito on Aug 1, 2006 12:47:39 GMT -5
As he was drawn into a kiss, immediately his hands reached out to grasp Akiyama's kimono. By the action no one could tell if he held onto it to keep the man close or to push him away considering his hands didn't budge after that. The kiss to him was embarrassing, his eyes widening to alert he was in the situation before the lids closed in frustration. He was upset with himself, that he didn't see this coming and now he was stuck in it. Even if he tried to move his head away in rejection, the hand on his chin would keep it in place.
Slightly the lids of his eyes picked up in a dazed, his face flushed and his breathing slow. He had noticed how Akiyama's mouth was soft compared to the hand that held his face, but these realizations meant nothing. How could he get away?
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Post by Akiyama Kisho on Aug 1, 2006 15:25:22 GMT -5
The kiss lasted a little bit longer, enough to take away Akihito's breath and to leave Kisho feeling self-satisfied and hungrier then a moment before. His eyes bored into the prince's and the smirk across his lips was a definite promise of what else he had in mind. He slid his arms around the prince's body, just under his armpits and hefted him up; pulling him into a standing position. "How new to all of this are you?"
Would he wait for a response, maybe, but not long. In fact after several seconds, whether the prince had said anything or not, Kisho was back to kissing him and maneuvering him where he wanted the younger man.
They ended up with positions switched, and only a slight variation. Akiyama was in the Prince's chair and Akihito was in his lap. He even brought a hand up to pet Aki's hair before he began to kiss his down the side of his jaw and nip at his neckline.
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Post by Koyada Akihito on Aug 1, 2006 15:58:57 GMT -5
Akiyama had lifted him from the seat with ease, his head slightly bowed as to not see any expression that was on the other man's face. He was ashamed in himself for trusting Kisho like that, and above all, with his country. New to what crossed his mind. Yes, he was new to having his free will and say in anything taken away. He was also new in this physical contact, and it was embarrassing.
Now he found himself in another awkward position, sitting in the other's lap - facing Kisho. The whole time his eyes were down, his face slightly colored from the anger he was feeling. Until the hand touched his head and he started to tremble. Being coaxed into more kissing and touching, he finally spoke up, "..Please stop this." The tone of his voice was pleading and desperate.
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Post by Akiyama Kisho on Aug 1, 2006 17:49:35 GMT -5
Ahh such a sweet sound, the pleading. He also enjoyed the way the prince was trembling and it caused things to stir lower then just his belly. Some thought that he was a sick sadistic bastard, those were the ones who usually ended up on the other end of his not so gentle ministrations.
Ignoring the plaintive request, like he never heard it at all, Kisho bit down on the prince's neck hard enough that it would be a bit painful and set his hands to removing what garments that Aki would be wearing, including everything that may be underneath the first layer. Obviously amongst many protests but his hands were very quick and skillful. Once he had the prince naked on top of him, clothing thrown about on top of the desk like it wasnt worth a small fortune, he sat back, holding the others wrists in his large strong hands.
"You are so frail, I wonder if you and that young lady will break each other. I wonder if I will..." He never finished his thought, preferring the young man to think what he would, hoping it would be bad. Seeing Akihito naked and vulneralel in his lap made him feel incredibly powerful, noticing how fragile his form was made him feel large and intimidating. He was greatly enjoying the young prince.
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Post by Koyada Akihito on Aug 1, 2006 18:06:43 GMT -5
When Akiyama bit onto his neck, his teeth clenched from the pain. It did hurt, but not enough for him to let out a noise from it. No matter how much he protested against the other's hands, he could not find a way to stop the other man from removing his clothing. Apparently the Shogunate reached his goal. Wanting to move his arms over his chest and to curl up in embarrassment, he could not since his position restrained him. Not to mention he was being held down by the other's grasp.
His breathing was no heavy from anger and protests, repeating negative words over and over. Still, none of them got through. After Akiyama had spoke his words, his eyes lifted to look the man in the face - his own gaze slightly filled with tears, but not enough to fall on his cheeks. "What do you want, what will get you to stop?" he asked in a shallow, but still pleading voice. Akihito shivered from the cold air against his flesh; the only warmth now was the hair that rested on his back. Heart racing he tried again, "Please stop this."
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Post by Akiyama Kisho on Aug 1, 2006 18:34:20 GMT -5
Again he said nothing to the others comment and question. Instead he trailed his head across his jawline, nipping and licking till he reached one ear, there he dallied for a few minutes. While there he suckled a delicate earlobe into his mouth, biting hard once more and chuckling lowly in the frail prince's ear, the sound heavy and warm.
"I am taking what I want, then...and only then will I stop." Matter of factly, simple and easy. These were Akiyama's ways, whether it was with something good or bad or very questionable.
He thought to let the youngermans wrists go, but knew that could prove to be a bad idea. So instead he held both wrists in one hand and used his other hand to pull out the ribbon holding his hair back. Smiling with a naughty edge to it he tied up Aki's wrists behind his back, bending his arms painfully while doing so. The restraint was expert and very tight, movement of said wrists would cause a good amount of pain.
Using the ribbon had caused Kisho's thick heavy hair to come loose and surround his rather gorgeous face, giving him the impression of being something not quite human.
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Post by Koyada Akihito on Aug 1, 2006 18:50:43 GMT -5
When Akiyama bent his arms back he cried out painfully, though muffled it but keeping his teeth clenched the entire time. The other was handling him so roughly and he wasn't used to his limbs bending in that particular gesture. His eyes closed tightly, trying to adjust to the new position. Once he opened his eyes he noticed Akiyama's hair down, he looked like an entirely different person. Like the true evil intentions finally appeared. By default his hand twisted slightly, only increasing the pain.
The tears that floated in his eyes suddenly left and rolled down his cheeks. Akiyama wasn't going to answer his pleads, no matter how hard he tried. So, he gave the other a hateful stare, anger burning in his expression.
"You're a monster," he said, venom hinted.
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Post by Akiyama Kisho on Aug 2, 2006 17:54:17 GMT -5
"How nice of you to finally notice, Akihito, just how much of a monster I am. But...this is nothing compared to what I can do, or the things I would like to do...to you and a few others." He was speakign freely now, and why shouldn't he? He had the Prince in one of the most compromising positions he could ever be in and there really was nothing that he could do about it. Sure he could yell but did he want to be seen like this?
One hand slid up and grabbed Aki's hair and yanked him down so that Kisho was looking into his face from an odd angle and kissed him once more, this time it was bruising and fit enough to split the prince's lips. Akiyama only laughed and licked up the blood as it pooled and began to slide down his chin.
Meanwhile the other hand was pinching the young prince's sensitive thighs and pulling painfully at the skin, delighting in just how red the flesh became with his non gentle ministrations.
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Post by Koyada Akihito on Aug 2, 2006 20:43:26 GMT -5
Once his hair was grasped and his head tugged violently down to receive the piercing kiss, he whimpered quietly. At the hand to his thigh he squired at the pain, the muscles in his shoulders and arms hurting from the restraint around his wrists. Tears continued to flow down his face, he could only act so strong for so long. Breathing in, a sob coming forth, "Please.."
Akihito was sure it would be disregarded but he could not fight back with force, so words were the last hope he had to cling onto. Everything was hurting, and his chest was burdening great anxiety. How could this man laugh at his pain? Why was it so amusing? Akiyama could surely kill him and now he wondered if that was the man's plan. "I.. I'll leave Japan, just stop, please.." by this meaning he would give up his title to the throne, however, he had a secret back in his mind and who he'd go to and where. Yes, he was willing to lie for once.
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Post by yuki on Aug 3, 2006 17:08:57 GMT -5
When she had gotten back to where there was some privacy she had stripped out of her kimono like it was burning her. Wide oddly colored eyes strayed to her wrists and she had seen the marks from his fingers, following upwards they were much darker on her upper arms. She had kicked things, thrown things and otherwise railed at the empty room around her before coming up with a plan. He was up to something, she knew it, all she had to do was find out.
After digging underneath her mattress she had pulled out an all black outfit. Smiling fondly at it she had slipped it on and put the off coat thing on over it so that her breasts were not visible. That had taken her a while to come up with, a way to hide her large chest, but after nearly 6 months of research she had come up with something. Yuki did know how to sew as well.
Now though she was hidden, as well as she could be. Quietly she had listened to people and finally found them, right now she was outside the window that was nearby. Her mouth was hanging wide open, she could not believe what was happening. She needed proof, and she needed to get out of here...both she wasnt sure she could do. Akiyama was a sick bastard who needed to be dealt with, and fast.
Maybe she would have to take matters into her own hands.
Just then she moved and slipped, almost falling, creating a small amount of noise, hopefully not enough.
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