[Arashi] [Sakumiya] Flavour of Love

[radhaj]

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Those people are not mine. I only wish they were
Warnings: slavery, kinks all around yadda yadda
Summary: In a world where slavery is flourishing, two people are living their lives by exploiting the system. But are they truly as removed from its effects themselves as it seems at first glance?

Chapter 3

“Can we skip the face glamour this time?”

Silence followed Nino's unexpected statement as Sho abruptly looked up from the papers he had been re-checking one more time to stare at his slave.

“What?” he asked dumbly, having no idea why Nino would ever suggest something as reckless.

“Not yours, just mine,” Nino hurried to explain. He had actually been trying to act as normal as possible the whole morning, so as to not raise suspicion that anything was off. But he really needed to bring this up now, otherwise it would be incredibly hard to make his idea work, “And of course the change of the tattoo is absolutely necessary. But... that is... You said yourself that nobody would raise a big ruckus over an escaped slave here, so it should be fine even if I don't have a disguise. For you it's fine since you don't need to have the masking spell on for all that long, but I have to bear it for hours and you know how much I hate the way it feels...” he trailed off, making sure it sounded like just an innocent request.

“I don't know,” Sho responded thoughtfully, furrowing his brows, “You know how I feel about unnecessary risks...”

“Just this once,” Nino pleaded again, stepping closer to his owner and kneeling casually down beside his chair, putting his head on Sho's knee as if he were a cat asking for pets – a pose that used to be so familiar and calming, “Please, Sir? Since this is a special case, in this bizarre town.”

His submissive and actually a little bit nostalgic gesture seemed to do its work in getting him past Sho's stony immovability about the issue and the older man chuckled warmly, running his hand through Nino's short, brown hair.

“Alright,” he settled it, bending down and pressing a light, fleeting kiss on the top of the slave's head, “We can skip it today. I am not going to argue that much against doing something that allows me to look at the true beauty of your face after all,” he muttered fondly and Nino felt his heart twinge painfully in guilt and regret. But as cliché as it was to say this, it was too little, too late. And as much as he loved hearing his Master talk to him like that and kiss him so fondly, he knew that it was all only this pretty on the surface, and the deeper problems were still there unless he took some actual action to change it. Which he was finally about to do.

~-*-~

Normally, the moment they got settled in whatever spot that got assigned to them in the Market, Nino completely lost all interest in his surroundings. There was no rule for slaves that they had to be paying attention in a situation like this and Nino used that to his full advantage, distancing himself from everything and caring only about getting the whole unpleasant deal done and over with as quickly as possible.

But today was different. He didn't do it too obviously, of course, because he didn't want Sho to take notice of it, but he actually observed all the people that paid any interest to him today. Of course, he understood it barely mattered – he would not be able to affect Sho's decision on who exactly he would get sold to. But in his own selfishness, he hoped it would be someone he would honestly like. Not too old at least, nice and maybe even easy on the eye. Of course, he'd cope with every possibility, but it didn't mean he couldn't try to appeal to the people that he liked more than to the ones he didn't. He knew he could be quite manipulative if he allowed himself to be.

He didn't know how many people passed by them before he showed up. All round cheeks and dirty-blond hair and a weirdly distracted look in his warm, brown eyes that stood out on his heavily tanned face. At first glance it almost looked like he had wandered into the Market on accident, maybe while sleep-walking, and was now a little confused as to how he got there and why. He certainly didn't act like the usual customer did: his eyes lingered on weird details that others paid no attention to, and sometimes he'd get this concentrated look on his face as if he was trying to work something out while he stared at seemingly nothing. He circled through the slaves near where Nino stood for a while before he wound up in front of him, so Nino had already had time to notice him far before that happened.

Many artists in this town, he reminded himself like he did each time he saw someone that acted a bit unusual. And there truly were quite a few that did.

A bit strange or not, however, this particular man was certainly cute and stood out as one of the prettiest in the crowd that was bustling around. Nino brought out his most charming, timid smile and positioned his body in a just a tiny bit more flattering way – not that he truly saw anything appealing about his own scrawny body, no matter how it was positioned, but this was the only weapon he had in attracting the customers he did want to buy him this time. It seemed to work at least as well as to get the man walk up close enough to make his interest in Nino unmistakable.

“Have we caught your eye, Sir?” Sho's clear, resounding voice interrupted his thoughts as his true owner stepped up closer to him too, “If you have any questions, I would be more than happy to answer them for you.”

The man was actually a little bit shorter than Nino, and that was something already quite rare. That meant that if he wanted to look at Nino's face from this close, he had to lift up his head. But he didn't. Again, his eyes were fixed somewhere noone else would usually pay much attention, somewhere slightly lower.

“What is his price?” the man asked, leaving both Sho and Nino blinking as customers rarely went for that question first. Sho revealed the sum, causing the potential buyer to nod slowly to himself, and then he finally lifted his eyes to meet Nino's.

“There's something about you... you seem different from all the others,” he muttered, almost as if to himself. Nino almost answered with “Well look who's talking”, but obviously didn't allow himself to actually do so. Instead, he inwardly marvelled at the fact that this guy even noticed something like that, if indeed he did. He certainly didn't seem like the observant type.

“If I am, then I hope it is not the sort of different that Sir finds displeasing,” he answered politely. The man just stared at his eyes further, continuing to do so long enough that Nino almost started feeling uncomfortable. But then his round face suddenly broke into a smile and his eyes sparkled with obvious satisfaction.

“You're cute. What is your name?” he asked abruptly, continuing to talk to him instead of his seller, unusually. The petite slave felt weirdly flattered by that.

“Nino,” Sho was the one to supply it to customer anyway, sounding a little out of his comfort zone with how unpredictable this man was being.

“Nino,” the artist repeated after the taller man, tilting his head to the side a little as if to inspect the slave's face from another angle, “Nino is cute,” he stated once more, nodding to himself, and continued, “My name is Ohno Satoshi,” he introduced himself and from the corner of his eye, Nino saw Sho pale weirdly at the name and widen his eyes. But he hurriedly composed himself again when the man suddenly turned towards him. “And I want to buy him.”

And thus went the quickest sale deal in Sho's and Nino's “career”.

~-*-~

Sho allowed himself a sigh as he stealthily made his way around the big, one-story house that, he knew from the sales documents that he himself had filled in just this morning, belonged to one Ohno Satoshi. A genius painter of nation-wide renown, whose paintings Sho's own father simply worshipped and had attempted to acquire on multiple occasions, which resulted in one masterpiece with the artist's slanted signature in the corner now hanging in the entrance hall of the Sakurai Manor.

Who would have ever guessed that such a big-name artist would turn out to actually be the short, baby-faced man that had taken interest in Nino that morning? Sho's breath had certainly been taken away for a moment after hearing the man introduce himself. And who would have guessed that noone else but Ohno fucking Satoshi would be the one at fault for making Sho and Nino achieve the much-unneeded record of Sho having to go and help Nino escape two times in a row.

At least the house looked extremely simple to break into. There was a high hedge around it that prevented any neighbours from later giving reports of seeing a suspicious figure hanging around the house, and it did have only one floor. No scaling the walls this time. And it should be pretty easy to peek into the windows until he found the room that Nino was stuck in. Hopefully. Sho only prayed that Nino would be alone by now and not unable to escape because his latest buyer was still busy with him. As ridiculous as it was, Sho really didn't want to be forced to watch someone else having sex with his slave. It made him feel unreasonably jealous. That's why he usually tried to forget it ever even happened.

The day was currently still in the small hours of the morning, so most of the houses on the street were, unsurprisingly, completely unlit as the residents were obviously sleeping. The house Sho was sneaking around was no exception, all the windows dark, making it hard to make out anything inside. But once Sho actually made his way to the back side of the building, he finally saw a dim light, as if someone had left a night-lamp or something similar switched on inside one of the rooms. Not only that, but the window which was illuminated by it was actually left open, as if someone was outright inviting Sho to climb in through it. Surreptitiously, Sho walked closer to it, keeping close to the wall on the side of it in order to look in without giving his presence away. However, once he did, his eyes widened impossibly and for a second he abandoned all caution, hastily reaching out towards the window to open it wider and climbing inside.

“Nino, what the hell,” he whispered immediately once he got in and had straightened out, staring at his slave who was just casually sitting on a chair beside a small table with a glowing night-lamp on it. Not tied up hopelessly on a bed, with no possibility to move, not unable to get away because his new “owner” was still with him; showing absolutely no sign of having even tried to escape. In fact, he just looked like he had been waiting for Sho to show up without any intention whatsoever to leave on his own, “Is this some sort of a joke? Come on, let's get out of here and then you can explain to me why you thought it would be a good idea to have me come here without any reason,” the older man whispered angrily, grabbing the tiny slave's hand with every intention of leading them both out the same way he had just come in. But, to his absolute shock, Nino snatched his hand away from his Master's grip and didn't move an inch, making Sho snap his head back towards him and stare at him uncomprehendingly.

“I'm not leaving,” the smaller man said, his voice trembling a little even as he obviously was trying to keep it steady and determined. In fact, his whole body was shivering as it was apparent that it took him a lot of effort to defy his owner in such a direct way, “Not this time,” he finished despite it. Sho's mouth was now gaping open as he struggled to grasp what was happening, but his mind was full of numbing silence. Just... what? What was going on?

“I'm not surprised you're so shocked,” Nino continued then, chuckling quietly with self-deprecation, “I figured you would have not noticed the problems lately, even though I had tried to bring them to your attention multiple times. You always just dismissed them, telling me I'm overreacting. Well, maybe now I am overreacting, but I couldn't see another way out of this,” he explained, lifting up his feet from the ground and to the edge of his seat, hugging his knees to himself, looking incredibly vulnerable despite his brash actions and words.

“Is this about what happened a week ago?” Sho finally spoke up again, slowly, “Because if it is, then I told you, I don't understand why it would be-”

“Of course you don't!” Nino shouted as much as it was possible while still only whispering, interrupting him, “That's why I'm doing this. So that maybe you're forced to at least spend some time attempting to understand.”

Sho stayed quiet after that, his heart filling with terrible pain and a feeling of betrayal when what was happening started to really sink in. A part of him couldn't even believe that Nino, who was still, no matter what, his property, was actually able to do this. Another part wondered if he had really fucked up things so bad that Nino found no other choice than to do this to get him to take notice. He wasn't ignorant enough to not realize that if Nino had actually managed to go against all of his instincts as a slave to do this, the problems the tiny man perceived had to be very bad and very real.

“Okay,” he finally spoke up again after a while, “Okay, I get it. I've obviously been doing something wrong. But let's still just come back together now, okay? Then we can talk this out and you can make me understand,” he offered what he thought to be the best solution to this right now, fully expecting it to appease Nino and get them going. But the younger man just shook his head, even though it seemed like it was a physical struggle for him to deny his owner yet again.

“I don't want to have to talk you through this,” he explained insecurely, tiredly, “I've already tried just telling you. No. It won't matter unless you understand it yourself. And if I just leave with you right now, even if you promise to work on it from now on, I know that with time you'll just forget this again and we'll end up right back in this situation. Because that's the easy way for you. I told you. I'm not leaving here. Not this time. And I'm serious about it. If you try to just use force to make me go with you, I will make a fuss and Ohno will wake up and catch you. And that will be the end of it all as there is no way for you to explain why you're even here without anyone figuring out what we've been doing.”

Another interlude of silence followed as Sho tried to swallow that and Nino seemed content to just wait for him to react.

“So what?” Sho asked a whole minute, feeling completely defeated, “Is this it then? You leave me and stay with this guy instead? We go separate paths from now on? What happens next?” he burst out with questions, each of them filled with more and more despair as the idea of losing Nino like this made him feel physically sick. Didn't the younger man remember that Sho had left his home for him, that he had come up with this entire plan, on purpose, in a way that would allow them to stay together far beyond what was usually viewed as acceptable?

'But then again,' a tiny, treacherous voice whispered from the back of his mind, 'what have you done for Nino recently?Or did you just pompously expected those acts literally years ago alone to be enough to buy you a lifetime of unconditional servitude and loyalty?”

Especially when he had, undeniably, also chosen to do all that for his own gains, not entirely just for Nino.

“No,” Nino's answer pulled him out of his self-pitying thoughts again, earnest and full of honest feelings, “Of course not. I still love you, Master. I just think that seeing me in the possession of another might be the exact thing you need to clue you in to what you've been doing wrong, make you remember what I've been going through all this time for you. But as soon as you show me you've understood the lesson, I will return to you in a heartbeat. And I will repent to you for having acted so out of line, with all the regret that I feel right now as your devoted slave. But until then, I will stay here, for as long as it takes.”

Sho looked at him, his face set in an expression of utter loss, his teeth pressed together as he struggled not to let his lips tremble and betray just how close he was to breaking down.

“Is he really that great then, this Ohno Satoshi, that you choose to stay with him instead of giving me another chance?” he asked resentfully after a while, knowing he was being unfair but unable to stop himself from spewing these words out because of how hurt he himself felt, “Was I just not giving you enough attention? Did he fuck you better than I do or something? I can't imagine he could be that special.”

Sho actually felt disgusted at himself because of what was coming out of his mouth, but Nino didn't react like he was insulted by that at all. In fact, his eyes were filled with an almost obscene amount of understanding as well as what seemed like pity and regret. And then he let out that sad little chuckle again.

“It's not some choice between you and him that I'm making. I've made my decision to stay this time before I even knew who my buyer would be,” he answered calmly, “But it's funny you'd say that. Because you know what he did once he bought me and brought me to his home?”

“I don't, but spare me the details, I can imagine,” Sho sneered, still unable to put all the bitterness and unreasonable jealousy he was feeling under control and stop acting so terribly despite knowing he was in the wrong here.

“That's just it. You can't. Because unlike all the other old perverts and creeps that you've been fine with selling me to as long as they paid well enough, he has yet to really touch me. You know what he did do?” he whispered, obviously not expecting an actual answer, before answering his own question, “He gave me some normal clothes, told me to sit down comfortably and then he drew me,” he burst out laughing quietly, the sound finally betraying just how on edge Nino was feeling as well, “He drew the most beautiful picture I've ever seen, and it was of me. Can you imagine how good it felt to have someone appreciate me so much, just for being how I am?“

Sho almost burst out saying that he had always appreciated Nino, just for who he was, too. But his lips refused to open to let the statement out. Because in the dim light of the lamp he could see Nino's eyes which simply screamed at him how abandoned he had felt by Sho, without the older man even caring to notice, and he knew he couldn't claim having been appreciative at all.

And suddenly Sho felt absolutely struck by it, the sight of those eyes burning into his mind and his heart lurching with excruciating pain. His eyes filled with tears without him even noticing it and he abruptly realized that his feet were carrying him closer to Nino. Instead of answering with any words, he leaned forward and captured his beloved slave's lips in a desperate, bruising kiss, putting all the intensity of the feelings bubbling inside him into it. And then, just a couple of seconds later, he already ended it again.

“I'll get you back,” he swore, anger and grief mixing inside of him in a way that left him without any control over his own words and lashing out in an attempt to push the hurt away from himself defensively, “I promise. And I'll make sure you'll know there's nobody else for you in the world quite like me. Nobody else who can touch you, or kiss you, or fuck you and satisfy you like me. Nobody else to whom...” his voice broke embarrassingly and he had to swallow before finishing, “...to whom you mean as much as you do to me.”

And instead of waiting for any sort of reply, Sho suddenly turned on his heel and left the way he had come from, abiding by Nino's wish to be left where he was. He could see that he had lost that fight. For now.

He had a lot of thinking to do, it seemed. And at the moment, he couldn't bear to look at Nino anymore. Angrily wiping away a stray tear that ran down his cheek, Sho broke into a run, heading for the hotel.

~-*-~

Nino sat on his chair, knees still hugged tightly to his chest, his whole body shaking like a leaf after Sho had left and all the adrenaline that had gathered in his body for the meeting wore off.

He did it. He hadn't been sure whether he'd manage, but even as his whole essence and all of his instincts had been screaming at him to just fall to his knees and beg his Master for punishment and forgiveness for what he had dared to do, he had stayed strong and had pushed through with his decision until the end. And he had succeeded.

Nino was sure that it would be worth it. And that the absolutely horrible, crippling way he was feeling right now as well as every fallout from this action that was yet to come would also be completely worth it as long as the end result was what Nino hoped for it to be.

He didn't know how long it took before he got over what had happened, and over the lingering feeling of their last kiss on his lips, and the echo of Sho's final words in his ears. But when he finally had, the sun was up, if just barely, and he realized there was no way in hell he was getting any sleep tonight. So he shakily got up and left the gorgeous room that his newest buyer had appointed to him on tip-toes, trying not to make enough noise to wake his current Master.

It very soon turned out he needn't have bothered, as the moment he stepped out into the hallway, another door opened and he came face to face with the man that had bought him yesterday, still blinking sleep away from the corners of his eyes.

“Oh, you are awake?” he spoke the moment he noticed Nino, his voice jarringly loud to the slave's ears after all that whispering and waiting around in the silence of the night, “I guess it can't be easy for you guys to sleep after getting a new owner, huh?” he asked and then didn't bother covering a yawn, before scrunching up his mouth weirdly to the side and sniffling once, “Can't say I blame you.”

“I'm sorry, Sir,” Nino caught himself then, realizing that maybe he shouldn't have left his room without an expressed permission. Apparently he was really out of practice of being a simple, proper slave, “I know you told me to sleep in my room, but...” he didn't get to finish because Ohno was already waving him off.

“Nevermind that, you're free to go around the house as you wish, when you wish,” he allowed easily, “If you're awake anyway, however, would you mind sitting still for me again? I got up because I got an itch to paint some more.”

It was a sign that his years of training were slowly kicking back in, though, that Nino managed to hold himself back from chuckling with amusement. The man got up in the middle of the night on a simple whim to paint more?

“Of course, it would be my pleasure, Sir,” he replied and Ohno didn't say anything in response, just nodded, already preoccupied with thoughts of his next art endeavour, and quickly scuttled off, leaving Nino to follow him into the back of the house, into the studio that smelled of clay and was soaked in splotches of paint.

When Ohno had taken him home after buying him, the petite slave got led to this very same room, not yet knowing what to expect, and told to wait. When his new owner had come back, he had been carrying a change of clothes for him that obviously came from his own wardrobe, had taken off off the market-shackles, had asked him to change and then stay still for a while so he could draw him. The entire thing had left Nino absolutely puzzled.

Ohno Satoshi was, without a doubt the most unusual buyer Nino had ever had, and if anyone had a lot of examples to choose a winner from, it was Nino. But he was also the one that the slave liked the most, despite his peculiarities, not very talkative nature and being forced by him to sit still in silence for gods know how long only an hour after being purchased. There was something very endearing about him to Nino, and something that made the slave feel at ease in his presence, despite knowing that there was no guarantee that Ohno wouldn't somehow figure out what sort of slave Nino actually was. Thus Nino was truly glad that the one time he was to stay with a factitious buyer of his, it turned out to be this particular person.

But Ohno also kept on confusing Nino to no end in general and made him unsure of what was expected from him, since he asked for such unusual things. Which the tiny man was incredible sensitive to, after dealing with exactly that same thing from Sho for the past couple of years. He didn't want to, once again, not know his place.

Perhaps partly because of that, honestly speaking, sitting under Ohno's scrutinizing gaze as the painter tried to transfer his features onto a sheet of paper with the help of a pencil was, in fact, rather disconcerting for the younger man. It actually reminded Nino slightly of standing under a blazing sun on display in the Market, where hungry eyes inspected his every feature with the same amount of attention. Only instead of being dissected into different body parts with different value being placed on his hips, his ass, his lips and his cock, here he was separated into lines, and patterns, and shades. Which was undeniably better but it still bothered him.

“Your expression...” Ohno suddenly cut the silence with a surprisingly thoughtful voice. But although he spoke of Nino's expression, he was looking at his sketch instead of the younger man's face, “You look like you want to say something,”

Nino was once more surprised by the astute observation from the other man, as Ohno really didn't seem like a perceptive sort of person. But he could obviously at least read things out from art, even his own.

“You draw me,” Nino started as it was obvious his Master was waiting for an answer to his statement, slowly,, reluctantly, unwilling to offend, “You seem to like looking at me... But you have yet to touch me, as if you're not even tempted. Why did you buy me?” he asked, his voice almost breaking at the last sentence. That's right. He might have told Sho about the fact that he hadn't been touched by Ohno to prove a point, and in a way he did appreciate it, but in reality it was actually one of the things that also left him feeling lost and unsure. No person, other than Sho himself who had simply been too inexperienced when he had got him, had ever waited longer than a day to try their newest acquisition out.

“I saw your moles,” came the rather random-sounding response, making Nino blink, “And immediately knew I had to paint you because I wanted to paint them. They were... fascinating. So I bought you.”

Nino's heart lurched painfully in his chest with a sort of unwelcome emotion that he tried not to think about but failed.

“So I'm... fascinating?” he asked, looking at the ground stubbornly, toeing absent-mindedly at a particularly shaped splatter of crimson paint just ahead of his feet on the floor, most likely at least a year old, “An art project? Not even me... my moles?”

“You sure are different,” Ohno commented in a muter, obviously referring to the fact that asking such questions was an extremely... demanding thing for a slave to do, “Does it bother you so much that I have yet to take you?” he inquierd, finally sounding more awake and suddenly even a bit intrigued. Nino could bet that the man had finally looked up at him from his sketch, but now Nino was the one unable to look at the other. The silence stretched, although Nino knew he was technically misbehaving even more by not answering the direct question. It was weird. Here he was, at last in a position to let go again, cease thinking and just act as a regular slave, without any worries other than obeying a Master. With no higher expectations getting placed on it. And here he was, perhaps ruining it all. Was he really unable to be normal anymore?

There was some shuffling of paper, a quiet clatter of a pencil being put on a wooden desk and then footsteps as Ohno came closer to him. Nino still didn't look up even when he saw the man's feet come into his field of view, covering the red splotch he had been kicking at. From the corner of his eye, he saw a hand being raised and he flinched, screwing his eyes shut, expecting a well-deserved slap for ignoring a question. But when the hand did come in contact with his cheek, it was slowly and painlessly, cupping it, making Nino look up with gentle pressure.

The petite man opened his eyes again, having no other choice, and saw Ohno tilt his head to the side, as if considering him.

“I haven't painted a portrait of a person since art school where it had been mandatory. You see, I rarely find anyone fascinating as an art object unless I also see them as... appealing in some other, unconnected way too. They have to tempt me. They have to be special,” he finished meaningfully before leaning in and kissing Nino's half-open from surprise lips fleetingly, letting the slave experience just a hint of tongue before retreating again.

“So, why does it bother you so much that I haven't touched you yet? It has barely been a day. I don't think that's too unusual,” Ohno insisted on asking again. And Nino knew he was right – goodness knew, Sho had waited even longer to first take him, to the point of it being ridiculous even after considering Sho's inexperience and hesitation at that time. But right now, the small slave was... needy for the lack of another word. He was craving reassurance.

“I just want to be treated as a normal slave, I guess,” he confessed as closely to the truth as he dared.

“And your previous Master made you feel... not normal?” Ohno ventured a guess. But Nino stayed silent, “Ah. Not permitted to reveal anything about your previous Master. Of course,” he said, letting his hand drop away from Nino's cheek, leaving it feeling cold. The slave suddenly felt like he had screwed it all up, “Very well, Nino,” Ohno continued unexpectedly before Nino could attempt to somehow right the wrong however, “I can give you what you wish for,” the painter promised him, taking his hand and pulling him up from the stool the petite man had been sitting on and towards the lone, wooden desk in the room.

Ohno unclothed him with nimble artist-fingers and laid him on top of the desk, already kissing and caressing him, touching him more carefully yet at the same time more passionately than any other of Nino's “owners” ever had. Nino just surrendered into it completely, like he was supposed to, feeling the cool top of the desk under him, uneven from layers upon layers of dried paint. Ohno's long fingers raked over his accepting skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake because of how good it felt. Because while it wasn't Sho who did this to him - the person that Nino wanted the most to do this to him - it wasn't one of the people Nino had to please for one day only and then forget about either. It made such a huge difference to know that Ohno would be at least a little bit more of a permanent fixture in his life.

And yet, he wasn't Sho.

The treacherous thought persistently tried to return to Nino's mind the whole time, making his breath catch in his throat each time it did. But the petite slave kept on pushing it away, concentrating instead on the way it felt when his current Master decidedly pushed his legs upwards and apart, exposing his ass, commanding, mutely, for Nino to keep them that way while he got some lube to slick up his fingers and press at first one, then another inside the younger man, making him gasp and strain against it.

And even though Ohno scissored his fingers inside him so very differently than Sho usually did, it didn't hinder Nino's eager reactions at all, his cock filling into full hardness before Ohno even inserted the third finger inside him, stretching him comfortably out. Nino was already throwing his head back, letting out grateful noises while Ohno continued fingering him, slowly but accurately hitting his most sensitive spot very quickly, looking down at him with an almost curious expression on his face. Or well... fascinated.

“Please, Sir...” Nino moaned out wantonly, looking straight at the very obvious bulge at his Master's crotch, “I want to feel you inside me already... Please, don't make me wait...”

And it wasn't him being further disobedient and asking for things without permission this time. No, it was the opposite – he was simply remembering the things his training had taught him about how to learn your Master's preferences quickly, and he could already tell that Ohno was a person that would like this. Someone who would like Nino being vocal and asking for it. And of course, he was right. As soon as the words had left his lips, the look in his owner's eyes changed – although they had already been filled with barely dormant arousal before, now it seemed as if it all let loose and the normally spaced-out expression on his face was replaced with pure desire.

Ohno suddenly withdrew his fingers, making Nino groan at the loss, but then the older man grabbed the slave's hips and used the firm grip to pull his entire, slim body sliding closer to himself on the table, making Nino's ass slam against his still-clothed thighs. Nino's hands shot to the sides automatically, his fingers finding and wrapping around the edges of the table he was lying on for a steadier position and then struggled to lift his head just enough so he could watch as his Master unbuckled his belt and undid his pants. He licked his lips in anticipation when the other man reached to push both his pants and his underwear down low enough for his fully erect cock to pop free, and Nino's own cock twitched at the sight of the beautiful member, his legs subconsciously falling even wider open, his hole clenching up a few times in anticipation.

“Please...” he whispered, his mouth suddenly dry from arousal, “Oh gods, I want it inside me so much,” he moaned almost whorishly, his eyes not glancing away from the other man's cock even for a second, revealing to Ohno, without a doubt, how much he loved it, “Just push your dick into my ass and fuck me already...”

The older man didn't need to be told twice. But although Nino had almost expected him to slam inside him roughly, he took his time, penetrating his new slave slowly and painlessly.

Yet again, Nino couldn't help but compare. Because although he and Sho had actually made love quite rarely recently, especially since the other man seemed to never want to touch him for a while after he had been sold to another, whenever they did do it and Sho entered him, it still always felt like coming home to Nino. Sho's form was so familiar to him that it always seemed as if his inner walls were already moulded into the perfect shape to accommodate his real Master and give him the most pleasure.

With Ohno, each new millimetre that entered him was unfamiliar, something he had yet to get acquainted with. As was the way the painter rolled his hips once he was fully sheathed inside, moving inside him in a slow, drawn out rhythm, but always going so deep, filling Nino so good. It was all an entirely different experience. And yet, that made it even more exciting in a different way, still causing the pretty slave to moan and whimper loudly in pleasure.

Once Ohno lifted a hand so he could actually start stroking Nino's cock, it didn't take long at all for the younger man to have enough of such unexpectedly direct attention. So as soon the artist had whispered him a short permission, he couldn't help but release immediately, seeing colourful stars sparkle in front of his eyes (or maybe just the paint-covered walls flicker in his vision) with the intensity of his orgasm. He clenched up around Ohno again and again with the aftershocks running through his body until the older man couldn't help but follow him over, letting out a low, guttural grunt and making Nino moan as he felt hot, thick seed spreading inside him.

Some time later, when both of them were panting in their after-bliss, with Ohno now collapsed right on top of Nino, the slave requested one more thing.

“May I clean this room, Sir?” he asked staring at the opposite wall which was just about as colourful as any other surface of the room. None of that paint seemed like it would come off with any amount of scrubbing, “Later?”

For a second the lack of answer made him think that Ohno had already fallen asleep on top of him, but then the artist spoke up.

“So you can be just a normal slave?” he intoned, but there was no amusement or teasing in his voice.

“Yes,” Nino answered, feeling a little stupid but hopeful at the same time. Another stretch of silence followed, but in the end Ohno still responded.

“I don't think it's possible for you to be ordinary,” he commented, and Nino winced, because it was true. Wasn't that the same conclusion he himself had come to only a week ago? That he would probably never again feel fully content either only as a slave or... the other option, whatever that could be called, because it sure as hell wasn't him being free, he wasn't delusional - it had never gone that far.

Besides, normal slaves didn't crave another person while in possession of another. Nino closed his eyes, the need for Sho to be right there, on top of him instead of Ohno overwhelming him for a moment. Why had he even asked for this? Was it really even a possibility that this would accomplish what he wanted it to?

Regardless, despite saying that damning sentence, Ohno was still not done speaking.

“I'll move the paintings so that they're out of your way later.”

Comments

[br-arashi.livejournal.com]

I'm re-reading your previous works and realized you didn't continue this one... Do you intend to? It's soooooo provocative and Hooooooot! I really miss this!!!!
Pleeeeeeeease? Pleeeeeeeease, come back to it!!!!

[radhaj.livejournal.com]

Yes, I have every intention of going back to this at some point and finishing it up :)

[helene-san.livejournal.com]

Hi!
I usually try not to read stories when they haven't been updated in a while, but I read in 'Promotions' that you were hoping to get back to it.
Well now I've read it, I sure hope you will!!!!! ^^
This is super good. I like the universe, I like the Sakumiya master/slave interaction.
And while I usually don't like to mix pairings in one story, you really introduced Ohmiya so well and gently that I'm also all for it now too!
AAhhhh! I feel like Nino, I'm all torn between two masters ....and I can't choose who to ship!

Please, please pretty please, I hope you find inspiration soon! ^^

[indigo-lover.livejournal.com]

I was reading one of your other fics and remembered about this one and how i loved it. But I'm a little bummed when there is no update... I want to know what happens to Sakumiya, I'm sure their love for each other is strong enough to overcome this hurdle right?

Nino is worth fighting for right, Sho-chan?! He will come around to see that you are more precious to him, Nino-chan, so don't give up on Sho just yet.

Ah i wanna know! I am hoping you get your inspiration to continue soon.