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FIC: Cookout, Part 3 of 3
Title: Cookout, Part 3 of 3
Rating: NC-17 overall
Fandom: Haru wo Daiteita (Embracing Love)
Pairing: Kikuchi/Onozuka, Iwaki/Katou
Word count: ~6,200
Disclaimer: No money is being made off this story; consider it a little wish fulfillment on my part.
Sequel to: Unexpected Opportunities, Comeback (Part 1 and Part 2), Forgiveness, Firsts, First Date (Part 1 and Part 2), Going Steady ((Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6), and Audition (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3). The series also includes two side-stories that are outside of the main timeline: Valentine's Day Surprise and Strictly Business.
Summary: The cookout continues, and Onozuka and Kikuchi's new relationship causes Katou to reexamine his own relationship with Iwaki.
Part 1
Part 2
***
"What's taking those two so long?" Katou grumbled, scowling suspiciously. "That dirty old man had better not be snooping around our house!"
"I'm sure that Onozuka-kun wouldn't let Kikuchi-san do that, even if he were so inclined," Iwaki replied calmly.
"Are we talking about the same Onozuka?" Katou asked incredulously. "He'd probably help Kikuchi!"
"Onozuka has a slightly twisted sense of humor, but I don't think that he'd do anything truly malicious," Iwaki chuckled. "He's a loyal friend to you and Miyasaka-kun, and he wouldn't do anything to betray that friendship."
Katou and Miyasaka both regarded Iwaki a bit skeptically. Miyasaka knew from experience that Onozuka loved gathering dirt on people, and while he wouldn't sell information about a friend to the tabloids, he might well use it one day to cause a little mischief--as he had with the story about the orgy party they'd gone to with Katou.
"And I can think of something else they might be doing besides snooping," Iwaki added, smiling wryly. "Considering how they've been all over each other like a couple of infatuated teenagers."
"That's even worse!" Katou groaned. "Those bastards had better not be having sex in our house--maybe even in our bed!"
He was ready to charge into the house and confront Kikuchi and Onozuka, but Iwaki firmly grabbed his arm to restrain him. "Calm down, Katou," he said. "I was just teasing. And even if they are...doing that...I don't see why you should be so outraged about it." He gave Katou another wry smile. "After all, you've insisted on having sex in some pretty inappropriate places yourself."
Katou's anger seemed to fade slightly, and he smiled smugly and purred, "It takes two to tango, and you didn't put up much of an argument, Iwaki-san."
"Only because it's useless to argue with someone as stubborn as you," Iwaki retorted, but he blushed slightly and had a rather sheepish look on his face.
The thought of those two having sex--in places appropriate or inappropriate--turned Miyasaka on, and at the same time brought back unpleasant memories of how he had attacked Iwaki and betrayed Katou's friendship. So he jumped to his feet and volunteered, "I'll go check up on Onozuka and Kikuchi-san!"
"Thank you, Miyasaka-kun," Iwaki said with a smile, and Miyasaka hurried into the house.
Despite what Iwaki had suggested, Miyasaka didn't really expect to find Onozuka and Kikuchi having sex. Onozuka wasn't the type to have sex in a semi-public place--well, the house wasn't public exactly, but Onozuka wasn't the type to have sex within sight or earshot of other people. Onozuka had always been very discreet on the rare occasions that he took a woman out on a date, to the extent where Miyasaka wasn't sure which, if any of them, Onozuka had slept with--the guy practically lived like a monk.
Up until now, anyway. Miyasaka frowned as he realized that maybe Iwaki's half-joking suggestion wasn't really so far-fetched, after all. He would never in a million years have guessed that Onozuka was gay, or that Onozuka would be fawning over Kikuchi like a schoolgirl with her first crush.
Miyasaka scowled, feeling a little angry with Onozuka, although he wasn't quite sure why, which only irritated him more. He couldn't claim that Onozuka had stolen Kikuchi from him, since Miyasaka hadn't really been interested in Kikuchi specifically. He had just wanted to try having sex with a man, and Kikuchi had conveniently happened to be there at the time--it wasn't as if Miyasaka had been pining over his loss after their aborted one night stand hadn't worked out.
He decided that he was mad at Onozuka for not confiding in him; they were best friends, after all. Onozuka could have just said that he was seeing Kikuchi instead of making a big secret of it--although the sneaky bastard enjoyed being secretive. Hell, he had probably enjoyed seeing Miyasaka make a fool of himself by telling everyone that Onozuka had a girlfriend!
And just because Onozuka had a boyfriend didn't mean that he had to spend every waking hour with Kikuchi, Miyasaka thought to himself sullenly. Even though Onozuka could be annoying at times with his sneaky, superior attitude, Miyasaka had enjoyed having Onozuka room with him and wasn't in a hurry to see his friend move out. It was good to have someone to drink with after a long day at work or a failed audition. Katou hardly hung out with them anymore because he wanted to spend all his time with Iwaki, and now it looked like Onozuka was also going to abandon Miyasaka in favor of Kikuchi. It really wasn't fair that Miyasaka should be the odd man out.
So he headed down the hall towards the bathroom, feeling very grumpy and a little sorry for himself, when he heard sounds coming from behind the closed door. Miyasaka moved closer, taking care to move stealthily and not give himself away with loud footsteps. Like a ninja, he told himself, remembering the time he'd played one in a cheesy period drama early in his career.
He could clearly hear muffled but desperate little moans and whimpers coming from behind the door--it was Onozuka's voice, Miyasaka realized, to his shock. He had never, ever heard Onozuka--who was usually cool and collected to the point of being cold--make noises like that before. It was kind of hot, and profoundly disturbing at the same time.
A lower voice--Kikuchi's--let out a muffled groan, and Miyasaka felt his face burn as he realized that he was getting turned on by the sounds of Onozuka and Kikuchi having sex. He didn't stick around to hear any more, and beat a hasty retreat back out to the patio.
"Well?" Katou demanded.
Miyasaka's face still felt hot as he stammered, "Uh...um...I think they're...you know...doing it in the bathroom."
"I knew it!" Katou bellowed, leaping up from his chair. "I'm going to kill them!"
"You will do nothing of the sort!" Iwaki snapped in a commanding voice that caused Katou to freeze in place.
"But Iwaki-san--" Katou whined.
"No 'buts'!" Iwaki interrupted sternly. "It may be immature and a bit rude of them, but you'll only be playing into their hands if you make a big deal about it. You know that Onozuka likes to tease you, and Kikuchi-san enjoys baiting you. It's like dealing with bullies--the best way to handle them is to simply ignore them."
"Easier said than done," Katou grumbled, but heaved a disgusted sigh and dropped back into his chair. "And now I'm going to have to disinfect the bathroom after they leave!"
***
Kikuchi thought he heard the sound of footsteps quietly but hastily padding away, although Onozuka didn't seem to notice. In Onozuka's defense, Kikuchi was doing a very good job of distracting him, if Kikuchi did say so himself. He wondered whose footsteps those were--probably Miyasaka's, Kikuchi decided. Katou would have started yelling and pounding on the door in outrage, and Iwaki would have cleared his throat or made some innocuous comment to discreetly alert them to his presence and remind them that proper guests didn't get it on in their hosts' bathroom.
Not that anyone had ever accused Kikuchi of being "proper" before, not even during his pre-scandal days.
Therefore, it had to be Miyasaka. Good, Kikuchi thought to himself with satisfaction. He wasn't really an exhibitionist either, but he wanted Miyasaka to know that Onozuka belonged to him. After all, he thought smugly, who else could make the Ice Prince whimper and moan in such a delightfully undignified manner?
Onozuka lifted his hand from his mouth long enough to whisper urgently, "Hurry, Katsuya, please!"
I'm doing my best here, Kikuchi thought with amusement. Aren't you the one who should be hurrying? He couldn't voice that thought out loud, of course, since his mouth was otherwise occupied, so he settled for uttering a muffled chortle of laughter and glancing up at Onozuka with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Onozuka understood him well enough, because he glared down at Kikuchi and said, "You're as big a pervert as Katou!"
Kikuchi mentally scowled at the mention of Katou's name; he needed to remind Onozuka that it wasn't polite to mention another man's name while in the midst of having sex with one's lover. He eased off, letting Onozuka's cock slide out of his mouth, and began teasing him with light little licks and kisses.
Onozuka groaned loudly, forgetting to muffle the sound, and begged, "Katsuya, please!"
Kikuchi decided to forgive his young lover, mainly because he was right on the edge himself--it was always such a turn-on to hear Onozuka pleading with him so desperately. He took Onozuka into his mouth as deeply as he could, his right hand moving frantically on his own cock, and Onozuka cried out, his eyelids fluttering closed as his head fell back against the wall with a painful-sounding thud.
Onozuka's semen flooded Kikuchi's mouth and he swallowed every last drop, groaning as he reached his own climax, coming into his hand. He released Onozuka and rose to his feet, grinning smugly at the sight of his lover slumping against the wall, eyes still closed and breathing heavily.
As Kikuchi washed his hands in the basin, Onozuka managed to push himself away from the wall and pull his jeans and underwear back up. "You're still an evil bastard," he said, his voice a little too shaky to sound like a real reprimand.
"You enjoyed it," Kikuchi retorted with a grin, wrapping an arm around Onozuka's waist to pull him close.
"It was very...intense," Onozuka admitted, and kissed Kikuchi, his tongue pushing between Kikuchi's lips to entwine with Kikuchi's tongue. Many of Kikuchi's past lovers had disliked kissing after oral sex because they had been squeamish about tasting their own semen, but Onozuka seemed to relish it. "I think it's really hot to taste myself in your mouth," he had purred when Kikuchi had asked him about it once, and Kikuchi heartily agreed.
They returned to the patio a couple of minutes later and casually took their seats, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Miyasaka's face turned a bright shade of red, and he seemed incapable of looking them in the eye, which confirmed Kikuchi's suspicions of who had been lurking outside the bathroom. Iwaki remained silent, but gave them a stern, knowing look, as if to say, "I know what you two were up to."
Katou glowered at them and said icily, "You two sure took your time in there."
"Really?" Kikuchi asked innocently. "I wasn't keeping track of the time."
"Aw, Katou, did you miss me?" Onozuka teased.
"Not at all, you traitor," Katou growled.
"Now, now, Katou," Kikuchi gently chided. "Let's try to get along and be friends now that Yuu and I are dating."
Katou growled again, and Iwaki said soothingly, "Why don't you consume your hatred, as you did during the barbeque we had for Miyasaka-kun?"
"Eh?" Kikuchi asked.
"Just a little word-play," Onozuka explained.
Katou glared at Kikuchi and tore viciously into his grilled meat like a wild dog. He pointedly avoided touching any of Kikuchi's fish, as if it were contaminated.
Once again, the conversation consisted mainly of Kikuchi and Onozuka making small talk with Iwaki about their movie, but Kikuchi didn't mind. Katou glared hatefully at Kikuchi the entire time, which only added to Kikuchi's enjoyment--this was almost as good a revenge as splitting up the devoted lovers would have been. Maybe even better, actually, since as Onozuka's boyfriend, Kikuchi would have continual opportunities to visit Iwaki and Katou and make the latter's life miserable.
After the party was over, Iwaki saw them off at the gate and said cheerfully, "Please come by again sometime."
"Thank you," Kikuchi replied pleasantly. "We certainly will."
Katou groaned loudly in dismay, and Onozuka smiled impishly and threw his arms around Kikuchi. "Thank you, Iwaki-san!" he said sweetly. "The four of us should all go out on a double-date sometime!"
"What about me?" Miyasaka whined plaintively as Katou groaned again.
***
"I can't believe Onozuka is dating that guy," Katou grumbled as he and Iwaki began cleaning up.
"You're only adding fuel to the fire when you let them see how much it bothers you," Iwaki reminded him patiently. "Sometimes a friend or family member will date or even marry someone that you don't like. There's nothing you can do but accept it." He added with a small, wry smile, "As my brother has accepted you, albeit grudgingly."
"I don't mind that Onozuka is dating a man, but does it have to be Kikuchi?" Katou complained. "I'm just praying that he's not really serious about Kikuchi, and that he's just doing this to yank my chain."
"If that's true, or if it's just an infatuation, eventually it will fizzle out," Iwaki replied. That gave Katou a brief moment of hope until Iwaki continued, "But I really think that Kikuchi-san is serious about Onozuka-kun. We had a long talk while you guys were in the kitchen, and he seems to be sincere about wanting a long-term relationship with Onozuka-kun."
"You can't trust a guy like that, Iwaki-san!" Katou warned.
"Well, all we can do is wait and see what happens," Iwaki said philosophically.
That was completely unsatisfactory, but Katou knew that Iwaki was right and that there wasn't anything he could do about it. It wasn't as if he could order Onozuka to stop seeing Kikuchi--in fact, it would probably have the opposite effect. He wondered if using reverse psychology and pretending to accept the relationship would work.
"Probably not," Katou sighed to himself. Onozuka knew him too well and would never believe that Katou would be happy about having Kikuchi around.
Katou wondered if Onozuka was just playing around or if he really was in love with Kikuchi. It was difficult for Katou to be objective about the man, obviously, but he supposed that Kikuchi and Onozuka were suited to each other in an odd sort of way, due to their twisted natures.
He frowned as he recalled how Onozuka and Kikuchi had been calling each other by their given names in such an easy and affectionate manner. Was it really possible to become that close to another person in just a few short weeks? On the other hand, maybe it was just because Kikuchi had been living in America for the past ten years. Katou remembered his own stay in the U.S., and how he had been taken a little aback when people that he had just met would casually call him "Youji." However, they hadn't meant any offense--that was just the way things were done there, and he'd quickly gotten used to it.
"Hey, Iwaki-san?" Katou asked hesitantly.
"Yes?" Iwaki asked as he looked up from the sink, where he was washing the dishes.
"Do you think it's true, what Kikuchi said, that it's odd for lovers to use family names and honorifics?" Katou continued.
"He was deliberately baiting you, Katou," Iwaki said patiently.
"I know that," Katou replied. "Still...we've been together much longer than those two, but they use each other's names so easily. I've never even thought about calling you 'Kyousuke'--no, that's not really true." He smiled and teased, "You said you'd call me 'Youji' on our silver anniversary, so I decided that I'd call you 'Kyousuke' on our golden anniversary." However, despite his attempt at light-heartedness, it still bothered him that Onozuka and Kikuchi were, in a way, closer to each other than he and Iwaki were.
"Silly Katou," Iwaki said gently, wrapping his arms around Katou. His hands were still slightly damp from the dish-washing, and Katou could feel the moisture seeping through his shirt, but he felt reassured by the warmth of Iwaki's body, and leaned into the embrace.
Iwaki kissed Katou gently on the mouth and continued, "You don't have to wait fifty years to call me by name--you can call me 'Kyousuke' any time you want. However, I don't think that the name you call someone by matters as much as the emotion behind it. I don't think that calling you by your family name means that there's a distance between us--quite the opposite, in fact. It was my rival, Katou, who spurred me on to become a better actor by competing with me. It was Katou who pursued me so relentlessly and wore down my defenses and made me fall in love with him. It is Katou who protects me and cherishes me, even though he can act like a childish, jealous fool at times. But that's all right, because I love that childish part of Katou, too. Katou is the one I fell in love with, so it's only natural that I should call him by that name, right?"
"Iwaki-san," Katou whispered, as he felt tears well up in his eyes.
"Katou the actor is the one that I first met and fell in love with," Iwaki said tenderly. "Of course I also love the Youji that I got to know later, who is a son and brother and uncle, but since Katou and Youji are the same person, it doesn't really matter which name I use, does it? Isn't it the same for you? Whether you call me 'Iwaki-san' or 'Kyousuke,' I am still the same person you fell in love with, right?"
"Iwaki-san!" Katou cried, hugging Iwaki tightly. He couldn't hold back his tears any longer, and found himself sobbing like a child as he pressed his face against Iwaki's shoulder.
"Silly Katou," Iwaki murmured affectionately, brushing his lips against Katou's hair and gently stroking Katou's back in a soothing manner until the tears ebbed and Katou's body stopped shaking.
Katou lifted his tear-stained face from Iwaki's shoulder and said in a very quiet, humble voice, "I love you, Iwaki-san."
"I love you, too, Katou," Iwaki replied, kissing away the tears from Katou's face. Katou shivered with pleasure as he felt Iwaki's tongue dart out to lap up the salty liquid.
"As for calling a person by their given name," Iwaki continued, "it's true that sometimes that indicates a sense of intimacy. However, in the case of Kikuchi-san and Onozuka-kun, I think they may have started calling each other by name in order to try and create that intimacy, rather than letting it develop naturally." He smiled and added, "And of course they were probably trying to tease you a bit."
"So...they're trying to force a sense of closeness by using given names?" Katou asked with a puzzled frown.
"I could be wrong, but I think so," Iwaki replied. "That's not to say that they aren't genuinely fond of each other, but the relationship still seems to be in the early stages, and I don't get a sense of true intimacy between them."
"They certainly seemed to be getting intimate in our bathroom," Katou said with a scowl, and reminded himself that he needed to thoroughly scrub and disinfect the bathroom.
"That's just sex," Iwaki chuckled. "You and I, as former AV actors, should know that sex isn't necessarily the same thing as intimacy. I think that Kikuchi-san wants that intimacy, though--he puts up a playful front, but he really seems serious about Onozuka-kun. I suspect that it was his idea to start using given names."
"Scheming old man," Katou growled. "But you can't take what he says at face value, Iwaki-san."
"I believe him," Iwaki replied earnestly. "I saw his true face at the restaurant before..." Katou scowled, and Iwaki smiled. "Not lust," Iwaki clarified, "but bitterness and jealousy. I believe that I saw his true face today, too. He said that it was important for him to meet Onozuka-kun's friends and family." He paused, then asked curiously, "Do you know anything about Onozuka-kun's family? Kikuchi-san said that Onozuka-kun doesn't like to talk about them."
"No, not really," Katou replied. "Then again, I don't really talk about my family with Onozuka and Miyasaka, either--mostly we just talk about work. Maybe Onozuka doesn't think his family will accept a male lover. My family is pretty liberal, but even so, my dad got angry when I brought you to Youko's wedding."
"Naturally, since I showed up uninvited," Iwaki said.
"Heh," Katou laughed sheepishly. "But everything turned out okay in the end, and my folks love you now."
"I hope that things will work out well for Kikuchi-san and Onozuka-kun, too," Iwaki said, and Katou scowled again. "For Onozuka-kun's sake, at least," Iwaki added gently.
"If it turns out that Kikuchi is using Onozuka, then I'm going to kick his ass," Katou growled.
"In spite of all your grumbling, you really do care about Onozuka," Iwaki said with a smile. "You're protective of him, as he is of you. And Miyasaka-kun as well, of course."
"I just don't like that perverted old geezer," Katou replied gruffly. "As for Onozuka, if it turns out that he's been deceived by Kikuchi, I'm going to take great satisfaction in saying, 'I told you so!'" Katou wasn't shy at all about expressing his affection for Iwaki in both public and private, but getting sentimental about a guy friend--especially one as cold and cynical as Onozuka--was a little embarrassing.
Iwaki said nothing, but smiled in an amused manner that seemed to say, "You can't fool me--you really are a caring friend." But he looked approving, so Katou didn't really mind. Katou supposed that was part of what he loved about Iwaki, even though it drove him crazy at times: that Iwaki was altruistic and wanted everyone to be happy, even a perv like Kikuchi or a sneaky troublemaker like Onozuka.
Katou whistled cheerfully as he headed down the hall, his bad mood and insecurity erased by Iwaki's love.
"Katou, where are you going?" Iwaki called after him.
"I told you, I'm going to disinfect the bathroom," Katou said determinedly. "If Onozuka insists on being with Kikuchi, I guess I have to accept it as his friend. But if they want intimacy, they can achieve it on their own. I will not allow any trace of that dirty old man to remain in our house! I will scour it clean of his presence!"
He stepped into the bathroom and switched on the light, then looked around suspiciously. He didn't see any obvious signs of sex, but he still thought he should give the place a good scrubbing.
Suddenly Iwaki slipped his arms around Katou from behind, causing Katou to jump slightly--he hadn't realized that Iwaki had followed him into the bathroom. "The cleaning is more symbolic than anything else, right?" Iwaki whispered into Katou's ear. "Why don't you and I re-christen the room, so to speak?"
"Eh?!" Katou exclaimed in surprise, twisting around in Iwaki's arms to face his lover. "You mean...?"
In response, Iwaki kissed him, and Katou returned the kiss eagerly. Iwaki was always a passionate and responsive lover, but it was rare for him to be the one to initiate sex, so Katou loved it when Iwaki was aggressive like this.
"How do you think they did it?" Iwaki murmured. "Maybe up against the wall?"
Iwaki pushed Katou up against the wall, and Katou moaned, turned on by Iwaki's aggressiveness, and--even though he was horrified at himself--by the idea that Onozuka and Kikuchi might have done the exact same thing a little while ago.
"Maybe they did this?" Iwaki suggested, pushing up Katou's shirt so that he could flick his tongue across Katou's nipples, teasing them into hard little nubs. "Or this," Iwaki said, sinking to his knees and brushing his lips against the bulge in Katou's trousers. "Mmm, I see the idea excites you," Iwaki murmured, smiling seductively up at Katou through half-lidded eyes.
"Is it perverted of me to be getting off on the idea of Onozuka and Kikuchi doing it in here?" Katou asked anxiously. "I mean, I like Onozuka as a friend, but I'm not attracted to him, and I'm certainly not attracted to Kikuchi!"
"It's human nature to be aroused by the sight and sound and sometimes even just the thought of sex," Iwaki replied reassuringly. "Why else is pornography so popular? It appeals to something primal inside us--our animal instincts, if you will. Do you remember when Sawa-san and Yukihito-kun slept over, and we got turned on by the sound of them making love in the next room?"
Katou nodded, recalling the time that Yukihito had run away to their house after catching Sawa in bed with another man. The two lovebirds had managed to work things out with some help from Iwaki, and had made up very passionately and loudly in the guest bedroom that night. Katou hadn't really minded the noise, since it had led to another of those rare occurrences of Iwaki being aggressive. However, he still hadn't forgiven Sawa for washing Iwaki's underwear and then hanging them out to dry outside, where any pervert might covet them!
"I know that you're not attracted to Sawa-san or Yukihito-kun," Iwaki continued. "Nor am I attracted to them, either. I think it's more that hearing them having sex made us crave the same thing. For myself, what turned me on wasn't imagining myself with Sawa-san or Yukihito-kun, it was imagining myself doing what they were doing with you."
Katou relaxed and leaned back a little further, letting the wall support more of his weight. "Thank you, Iwaki-san," he sighed gratefully. "That makes me feel much better! And for the record, I don't imagine myself having sex with anyone but you!"
Iwaki laughed and said, "How about doing a little more than imagining?" He unzipped Katou's trousers, then gently eased both trousers and underpants down Katou's legs. It left Katou in a rather exposed and undignified position, half-naked with his pants tangled around his ankles, but he didn't mind feeling vulnerable around Iwaki. In fact, it was a turn-on to be exposed and at his lover's mercy, because he trusted Iwaki completely. Katou smiled, suddenly feeling both smug and a little sorry for Onozuka, because whatever he had with Kikuchi couldn't possibly compare to this.
Then he moaned, forgetting about Onozuka, when Iwaki slowly ran his tongue along Katou's cock. "More," Katou gasped, as Iwaki continued teasing him with slow, lazy strokes of his tongue.
"You're so impatient," Iwaki gently scolded. "Like a child who wants to skip over dinner and straight to dessert."
"But I did eat my lunch today like a good boy," Katou protested.
"That's true," Iwaki chuckled. "And even more, you managed to avoid getting into a fight with Kikuchi-san today, so I suppose I ought to reward you for being a very good boy, Katou."
Katou sighed in pleasure and relief as Iwaki's lips closed around his cock, lightly suckling on the head, with more teasing strokes of Iwaki's tongue, and then slowly drawing him in deeper. "More," Katou groaned, tilting his hips forward and shallowly thrusting into Iwaki's mouth.
Iwaki responded by taking Katou in a little deeper and reaching up with one hand to cup and caress Katou's balls, provoking another groan. And then Iwaki's fingers moved further back, to gently rub and tease Katou's entrance.
Katou whimpered eagerly, without any shame. He loved being inside Iwaki, of course, but he considered it a rare treat when Iwaki wanted to take him, and he wasn't about to pass up the opportunity. "Iwaki-san," he gasped.
"Hmm?" Iwaki hummed inquiringly, and Katou shuddered with pleasure as the sound sent little vibrations along his cock.
"Please, Iwaki-san," Katou begged, "I want you inside me!"
Iwaki pulled back and released Katou's cock, then smiled up at Katou with a pleased but slightly startled look on his face. He knew how much Katou loved being made love to, but it still occasionally seemed to surprise him that Katou could enjoy being taken by another man without any shame.
Silly Iwaki! Of course there was nothing shameful about it, because that was one way--one among many--that Iwaki expressed his love for Katou. Deep down, Iwaki knew that, too, but he still worried overmuch about what was or wasn't "manly." However, Katou didn't mind, since he was willing to reassure Iwaki that he wanted Iwaki in every way possible, as many times as it took until Iwaki believed it.
"All right, then, since you're asking so nicely," Iwaki purred. He rose to his feet and rummaged through the medicine cabinet until he found the small tube of lubrication that Katou kept stashed there for moments such as these.
"Wait a minute--let me see that," Katou said, and a puzzled Iwaki handed the tube over to him. He examined it carefully and said with a sigh of relief, "Well, whatever Kikuchi and Onozuka were doing in here, they didn't use any of this, at least."
"What?" Iwaki laughed. "Do you keep track of how much we use each time?!"
"I just recently replaced it," Katou said defensively. "We've only used it once since then--"
"Ah, that must be the other morning, when you nearly made me late for work," Iwaki interrupted, sounding both amused and a little exasperated at the same time.
"--so it's easy to tell that it hasn't been used since then," Katou finished. He scowled and added, "Which is good, since I'd have to buy a new tube if that dirty old man had contaminated it."
"Katou," Iwaki said in a tone of mock-sternness, "why are you talking about another man when I'm about to make love to you?"
Katou let out a startled laugh, then grinned sheepishly and said, "It sort of feels like we've had this conversation before, only the other way around--and it was about Kikuchi, too, come to think of it!"
"So stop talking about him," Iwaki ordered as he plucked the tube from Katou's hand. "I don't mind having Kikuchi over for lunch or dinner every now and then for Onozuka-kun's sake, but I won't have him intruding on our love life! Is that clear?"
"Yes, Iwaki-san," Katou said meekly, feeling humbled. He'd called Iwaki silly earlier, but Iwaki's words made him realize that he was being foolish, too. Katou did have good reason to hate Kikuchi, but by obsessing about the man, he was allowing Kikuchi to intrude on his precious time alone with Iwaki, and he resolved not to give the bastard the satisfaction.
"Turn around, then," Iwaki ordered, and Katou hastened to obey, although he had to shuffle around awkwardly with his trousers tangled around his ankles. He loved that Iwaki was kind and considerate most of the time, but he also loved it when the commanding side of Iwaki's personality emerged. Katou leaned forward, bracing his palms against the wall, then gasped as he felt Iwaki's fingers pressing into him. He moaned eagerly and spread his legs apart wider--as much as the trousers hobbling his ankles would permit--to give his lover better access.
Iwaki's talented fingers soon had Katou panting and begging, "More! I need more of you, Iwaki-san!" He turned his head to give Iwaki a pleading look and cry, "Please, I need you inside me now!"
"You are always so impatient, Katou," Iwaki whispered into his ear in a velvety voice. "But since you beg so prettily, I'll grant your request."
Katou heard the rasp of a zipper being pulled down, and the rustle of cloth, and then he moaned as he felt Iwaki's cock slowly pushing into him, stretching and filling him as he craved. "Oh, so good!" he groaned.
Iwaki pushed aside Katou's long hair so that he could plant a lingering kiss on the nape of Katou's neck that caused Katou to shiver with pleasure. Somehow, his body always felt ultra-sensitive when Iwaki was touching him.
"It feels good to be inside you, too," Iwaki whispered, his hips rocking back and forth in slow, deep thrusts.
Katou groaned happily, accepting his lover into his body, but it didn't take long before that wasn't enough to satisfy him. "More, Iwaki-san!" he cried. "Give it to me harder!"
Iwaki planted another kiss on his neck and chuckled, "You're always so demanding, Katou, just like a greedy child."
"It's Iwaki-san's fault," Katou replied defensively.
"Oh?" Iwaki asked in an amused voice, thrusting forward with deliberate slowness. "How so?"
"Because it's Iwaki-san's fault for being so delectable that I can't get enough of him," Katou groaned, pushing back into Iwaki's thrusts, trying to drive his lover in deeper. "It's your fault, Iwaki-san, for getting me addicted to your body."
"Then consider it a fair trade for getting me addicted to yours," Iwaki whispered, with another slow thrust.
"Please," Katou begged in a voice hoarse with lust and need. "I need all of Iwaki-san inside me, to fill me to overflowing until I can't take anymore."
"Again, when you ask so prettily," Iwaki replied, in a voice also roughened with desire, "how can I possibly refuse?" And then he began to thrust into Katou, hard and fast, so that all Katou could do was to cling to the wall helplessly, sobbing with pleasure. Katou wanted to reach down and touch himself, but Iwaki was driving into him with such force that he was afraid he might lose his balance and slam head-first into the wall if he let go of it.
"Allow me," Iwaki purred, as if reading Katou's mind, which wasn't impossible--Katou often felt like they were tuned in to the same mental wavelength when they were making love. And then Katou cried out in relief as Iwaki reached down to stroke his erection, which seemed to throb in harmony each time Iwaki thrust into his body.
Katou sobbed and moaned incoherently as all traces of self-control and rational thought slipped away. It was as if his entire universe had narrowed down solely to Iwaki: the sound of Iwaki's breathing, harsh and ragged, and the warm puffs of breath that tickled Katou's ear as Iwaki panted into it; Iwaki's scent, sweaty and musky and male, overlaid with a hint of cologne and tobacco; and most of all, the sensation of Iwaki's cock sliding in and out of Katou, and of Iwaki's hand moving on his cock.
It was all too much for Katou, and though he wanted to prolong the pleasure, he found himself coming as he shouted, "Iwaki-san!"
"Katou," Iwaki groaned in a low voice, thrusting hard into Katou a few more times, and then he came as well.
"Phew," Katou sighed, slumping forward to rest his forehead against the wall. "Iwaki-san, you are too much for me!"
Iwaki laughed and wrapped his arms around Katou, resting his head comfortably on Katou's shoulder. "I thought you could never get enough of me," he teased.
"That's true," Katou replied. "But when we make love, it's so good that sometimes I think I will die of pleasure!"
"Nobody ever died of pleasure, you idiot," Iwaki chuckled affectionately, planting a kiss on Katou's cheek.
Katou was about to reply when his gaze traveled downwards along the wall and he exclaimed, "Oh!"
"What is it?" Iwaki asked.
"Now I'm going to have to clean the bathroom, after all!" Katou said, pointing to where his semen had splattered against the wall.
"Well, we need to clean ourselves, too," Iwaki laughed. "Why don't we go take a shower together, and then we'll both clean up the bathroom?"
"Will you scrub my back?" Katou asked eagerly, turning his head to face Iwaki.
Iwaki laughed again and said, "How can I resist, when you ask me with such a cute puppy-dog look?"
The puppy-dog look didn't always work on Iwaki, but Katou certainly wasn't about to argue with him. "I love you, Iwaki-san!" he declared.
"I love you, too, Katou," Iwaki replied, kissing him tenderly. He hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Or should I call you 'Youji'?"
Katou felt his heart skip a beat to hear Iwaki calling him by his given name. Then he smiled and replied, "Of course you can call me anything you want, Iwaki-san, but I think you were right--we shouldn't force it. Someday I'd like to call you by name, but I want it to happen naturally. As you said, it doesn't matter what we call each other, because it is the person that we love, and that person is the same no matter what name he is called by."
"Exactly," Iwaki said approvingly. "Now shall we go take that shower?"
"Yes!" Katou replied happily, thinking how lucky he was to love and be loved by his Iwaki-san.
THE END
Next story in the series: Press Conference, Part 1
***
Afterword: Iwaki telling Katou to "consume your hatred" refers to the wordplay in the "Survivor's Patio" chapter in Book 11, where Katou says something similar: the word for "meat" in Japanese is "niku," while the word for "hatred" is "nikushimi." They sound alike, although they are written with different kanji characters, so in the original manga, Katou was going to symbolically get rid of his hatred for Miyasaka by consuming the grilled meat--which was why he wanted to have a barbeque in the first place.
The incident with Sawa and Yukihito that Iwaki mentions refers to Chapter 3 ("Six Nine") in Book 7.
As for given names, Iwaki says in part 2 of "Puppet Mate" (Book 10) that on their silver anniversary, he'll call Katou by his name. In response, Katou thinks to himself that on their golden anniversary, he'll call Iwaki "Kyousuke."
"What's taking those two so long?" Katou grumbled, scowling suspiciously. "That dirty old man had better not be snooping around our house!"
"I'm sure that Onozuka-kun wouldn't let Kikuchi-san do that, even if he were so inclined," Iwaki replied calmly.
"Are we talking about the same Onozuka?" Katou asked incredulously. "He'd probably help Kikuchi!"
"Onozuka has a slightly twisted sense of humor, but I don't think that he'd do anything truly malicious," Iwaki chuckled. "He's a loyal friend to you and Miyasaka-kun, and he wouldn't do anything to betray that friendship."
Katou and Miyasaka both regarded Iwaki a bit skeptically. Miyasaka knew from experience that Onozuka loved gathering dirt on people, and while he wouldn't sell information about a friend to the tabloids, he might well use it one day to cause a little mischief--as he had with the story about the orgy party they'd gone to with Katou.
"And I can think of something else they might be doing besides snooping," Iwaki added, smiling wryly. "Considering how they've been all over each other like a couple of infatuated teenagers."
"That's even worse!" Katou groaned. "Those bastards had better not be having sex in our house--maybe even in our bed!"
He was ready to charge into the house and confront Kikuchi and Onozuka, but Iwaki firmly grabbed his arm to restrain him. "Calm down, Katou," he said. "I was just teasing. And even if they are...doing that...I don't see why you should be so outraged about it." He gave Katou another wry smile. "After all, you've insisted on having sex in some pretty inappropriate places yourself."
Katou's anger seemed to fade slightly, and he smiled smugly and purred, "It takes two to tango, and you didn't put up much of an argument, Iwaki-san."
"Only because it's useless to argue with someone as stubborn as you," Iwaki retorted, but he blushed slightly and had a rather sheepish look on his face.
The thought of those two having sex--in places appropriate or inappropriate--turned Miyasaka on, and at the same time brought back unpleasant memories of how he had attacked Iwaki and betrayed Katou's friendship. So he jumped to his feet and volunteered, "I'll go check up on Onozuka and Kikuchi-san!"
"Thank you, Miyasaka-kun," Iwaki said with a smile, and Miyasaka hurried into the house.
Despite what Iwaki had suggested, Miyasaka didn't really expect to find Onozuka and Kikuchi having sex. Onozuka wasn't the type to have sex in a semi-public place--well, the house wasn't public exactly, but Onozuka wasn't the type to have sex within sight or earshot of other people. Onozuka had always been very discreet on the rare occasions that he took a woman out on a date, to the extent where Miyasaka wasn't sure which, if any of them, Onozuka had slept with--the guy practically lived like a monk.
Up until now, anyway. Miyasaka frowned as he realized that maybe Iwaki's half-joking suggestion wasn't really so far-fetched, after all. He would never in a million years have guessed that Onozuka was gay, or that Onozuka would be fawning over Kikuchi like a schoolgirl with her first crush.
Miyasaka scowled, feeling a little angry with Onozuka, although he wasn't quite sure why, which only irritated him more. He couldn't claim that Onozuka had stolen Kikuchi from him, since Miyasaka hadn't really been interested in Kikuchi specifically. He had just wanted to try having sex with a man, and Kikuchi had conveniently happened to be there at the time--it wasn't as if Miyasaka had been pining over his loss after their aborted one night stand hadn't worked out.
He decided that he was mad at Onozuka for not confiding in him; they were best friends, after all. Onozuka could have just said that he was seeing Kikuchi instead of making a big secret of it--although the sneaky bastard enjoyed being secretive. Hell, he had probably enjoyed seeing Miyasaka make a fool of himself by telling everyone that Onozuka had a girlfriend!
And just because Onozuka had a boyfriend didn't mean that he had to spend every waking hour with Kikuchi, Miyasaka thought to himself sullenly. Even though Onozuka could be annoying at times with his sneaky, superior attitude, Miyasaka had enjoyed having Onozuka room with him and wasn't in a hurry to see his friend move out. It was good to have someone to drink with after a long day at work or a failed audition. Katou hardly hung out with them anymore because he wanted to spend all his time with Iwaki, and now it looked like Onozuka was also going to abandon Miyasaka in favor of Kikuchi. It really wasn't fair that Miyasaka should be the odd man out.
So he headed down the hall towards the bathroom, feeling very grumpy and a little sorry for himself, when he heard sounds coming from behind the closed door. Miyasaka moved closer, taking care to move stealthily and not give himself away with loud footsteps. Like a ninja, he told himself, remembering the time he'd played one in a cheesy period drama early in his career.
He could clearly hear muffled but desperate little moans and whimpers coming from behind the door--it was Onozuka's voice, Miyasaka realized, to his shock. He had never, ever heard Onozuka--who was usually cool and collected to the point of being cold--make noises like that before. It was kind of hot, and profoundly disturbing at the same time.
A lower voice--Kikuchi's--let out a muffled groan, and Miyasaka felt his face burn as he realized that he was getting turned on by the sounds of Onozuka and Kikuchi having sex. He didn't stick around to hear any more, and beat a hasty retreat back out to the patio.
"Well?" Katou demanded.
Miyasaka's face still felt hot as he stammered, "Uh...um...I think they're...you know...doing it in the bathroom."
"I knew it!" Katou bellowed, leaping up from his chair. "I'm going to kill them!"
"You will do nothing of the sort!" Iwaki snapped in a commanding voice that caused Katou to freeze in place.
"But Iwaki-san--" Katou whined.
"No 'buts'!" Iwaki interrupted sternly. "It may be immature and a bit rude of them, but you'll only be playing into their hands if you make a big deal about it. You know that Onozuka likes to tease you, and Kikuchi-san enjoys baiting you. It's like dealing with bullies--the best way to handle them is to simply ignore them."
"Easier said than done," Katou grumbled, but heaved a disgusted sigh and dropped back into his chair. "And now I'm going to have to disinfect the bathroom after they leave!"
***
Kikuchi thought he heard the sound of footsteps quietly but hastily padding away, although Onozuka didn't seem to notice. In Onozuka's defense, Kikuchi was doing a very good job of distracting him, if Kikuchi did say so himself. He wondered whose footsteps those were--probably Miyasaka's, Kikuchi decided. Katou would have started yelling and pounding on the door in outrage, and Iwaki would have cleared his throat or made some innocuous comment to discreetly alert them to his presence and remind them that proper guests didn't get it on in their hosts' bathroom.
Not that anyone had ever accused Kikuchi of being "proper" before, not even during his pre-scandal days.
Therefore, it had to be Miyasaka. Good, Kikuchi thought to himself with satisfaction. He wasn't really an exhibitionist either, but he wanted Miyasaka to know that Onozuka belonged to him. After all, he thought smugly, who else could make the Ice Prince whimper and moan in such a delightfully undignified manner?
Onozuka lifted his hand from his mouth long enough to whisper urgently, "Hurry, Katsuya, please!"
I'm doing my best here, Kikuchi thought with amusement. Aren't you the one who should be hurrying? He couldn't voice that thought out loud, of course, since his mouth was otherwise occupied, so he settled for uttering a muffled chortle of laughter and glancing up at Onozuka with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Onozuka understood him well enough, because he glared down at Kikuchi and said, "You're as big a pervert as Katou!"
Kikuchi mentally scowled at the mention of Katou's name; he needed to remind Onozuka that it wasn't polite to mention another man's name while in the midst of having sex with one's lover. He eased off, letting Onozuka's cock slide out of his mouth, and began teasing him with light little licks and kisses.
Onozuka groaned loudly, forgetting to muffle the sound, and begged, "Katsuya, please!"
Kikuchi decided to forgive his young lover, mainly because he was right on the edge himself--it was always such a turn-on to hear Onozuka pleading with him so desperately. He took Onozuka into his mouth as deeply as he could, his right hand moving frantically on his own cock, and Onozuka cried out, his eyelids fluttering closed as his head fell back against the wall with a painful-sounding thud.
Onozuka's semen flooded Kikuchi's mouth and he swallowed every last drop, groaning as he reached his own climax, coming into his hand. He released Onozuka and rose to his feet, grinning smugly at the sight of his lover slumping against the wall, eyes still closed and breathing heavily.
As Kikuchi washed his hands in the basin, Onozuka managed to push himself away from the wall and pull his jeans and underwear back up. "You're still an evil bastard," he said, his voice a little too shaky to sound like a real reprimand.
"You enjoyed it," Kikuchi retorted with a grin, wrapping an arm around Onozuka's waist to pull him close.
"It was very...intense," Onozuka admitted, and kissed Kikuchi, his tongue pushing between Kikuchi's lips to entwine with Kikuchi's tongue. Many of Kikuchi's past lovers had disliked kissing after oral sex because they had been squeamish about tasting their own semen, but Onozuka seemed to relish it. "I think it's really hot to taste myself in your mouth," he had purred when Kikuchi had asked him about it once, and Kikuchi heartily agreed.
They returned to the patio a couple of minutes later and casually took their seats, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Miyasaka's face turned a bright shade of red, and he seemed incapable of looking them in the eye, which confirmed Kikuchi's suspicions of who had been lurking outside the bathroom. Iwaki remained silent, but gave them a stern, knowing look, as if to say, "I know what you two were up to."
Katou glowered at them and said icily, "You two sure took your time in there."
"Really?" Kikuchi asked innocently. "I wasn't keeping track of the time."
"Aw, Katou, did you miss me?" Onozuka teased.
"Not at all, you traitor," Katou growled.
"Now, now, Katou," Kikuchi gently chided. "Let's try to get along and be friends now that Yuu and I are dating."
Katou growled again, and Iwaki said soothingly, "Why don't you consume your hatred, as you did during the barbeque we had for Miyasaka-kun?"
"Eh?" Kikuchi asked.
"Just a little word-play," Onozuka explained.
Katou glared at Kikuchi and tore viciously into his grilled meat like a wild dog. He pointedly avoided touching any of Kikuchi's fish, as if it were contaminated.
Once again, the conversation consisted mainly of Kikuchi and Onozuka making small talk with Iwaki about their movie, but Kikuchi didn't mind. Katou glared hatefully at Kikuchi the entire time, which only added to Kikuchi's enjoyment--this was almost as good a revenge as splitting up the devoted lovers would have been. Maybe even better, actually, since as Onozuka's boyfriend, Kikuchi would have continual opportunities to visit Iwaki and Katou and make the latter's life miserable.
After the party was over, Iwaki saw them off at the gate and said cheerfully, "Please come by again sometime."
"Thank you," Kikuchi replied pleasantly. "We certainly will."
Katou groaned loudly in dismay, and Onozuka smiled impishly and threw his arms around Kikuchi. "Thank you, Iwaki-san!" he said sweetly. "The four of us should all go out on a double-date sometime!"
"What about me?" Miyasaka whined plaintively as Katou groaned again.
***
"I can't believe Onozuka is dating that guy," Katou grumbled as he and Iwaki began cleaning up.
"You're only adding fuel to the fire when you let them see how much it bothers you," Iwaki reminded him patiently. "Sometimes a friend or family member will date or even marry someone that you don't like. There's nothing you can do but accept it." He added with a small, wry smile, "As my brother has accepted you, albeit grudgingly."
"I don't mind that Onozuka is dating a man, but does it have to be Kikuchi?" Katou complained. "I'm just praying that he's not really serious about Kikuchi, and that he's just doing this to yank my chain."
"If that's true, or if it's just an infatuation, eventually it will fizzle out," Iwaki replied. That gave Katou a brief moment of hope until Iwaki continued, "But I really think that Kikuchi-san is serious about Onozuka-kun. We had a long talk while you guys were in the kitchen, and he seems to be sincere about wanting a long-term relationship with Onozuka-kun."
"You can't trust a guy like that, Iwaki-san!" Katou warned.
"Well, all we can do is wait and see what happens," Iwaki said philosophically.
That was completely unsatisfactory, but Katou knew that Iwaki was right and that there wasn't anything he could do about it. It wasn't as if he could order Onozuka to stop seeing Kikuchi--in fact, it would probably have the opposite effect. He wondered if using reverse psychology and pretending to accept the relationship would work.
"Probably not," Katou sighed to himself. Onozuka knew him too well and would never believe that Katou would be happy about having Kikuchi around.
Katou wondered if Onozuka was just playing around or if he really was in love with Kikuchi. It was difficult for Katou to be objective about the man, obviously, but he supposed that Kikuchi and Onozuka were suited to each other in an odd sort of way, due to their twisted natures.
He frowned as he recalled how Onozuka and Kikuchi had been calling each other by their given names in such an easy and affectionate manner. Was it really possible to become that close to another person in just a few short weeks? On the other hand, maybe it was just because Kikuchi had been living in America for the past ten years. Katou remembered his own stay in the U.S., and how he had been taken a little aback when people that he had just met would casually call him "Youji." However, they hadn't meant any offense--that was just the way things were done there, and he'd quickly gotten used to it.
"Hey, Iwaki-san?" Katou asked hesitantly.
"Yes?" Iwaki asked as he looked up from the sink, where he was washing the dishes.
"Do you think it's true, what Kikuchi said, that it's odd for lovers to use family names and honorifics?" Katou continued.
"He was deliberately baiting you, Katou," Iwaki said patiently.
"I know that," Katou replied. "Still...we've been together much longer than those two, but they use each other's names so easily. I've never even thought about calling you 'Kyousuke'--no, that's not really true." He smiled and teased, "You said you'd call me 'Youji' on our silver anniversary, so I decided that I'd call you 'Kyousuke' on our golden anniversary." However, despite his attempt at light-heartedness, it still bothered him that Onozuka and Kikuchi were, in a way, closer to each other than he and Iwaki were.
"Silly Katou," Iwaki said gently, wrapping his arms around Katou. His hands were still slightly damp from the dish-washing, and Katou could feel the moisture seeping through his shirt, but he felt reassured by the warmth of Iwaki's body, and leaned into the embrace.
Iwaki kissed Katou gently on the mouth and continued, "You don't have to wait fifty years to call me by name--you can call me 'Kyousuke' any time you want. However, I don't think that the name you call someone by matters as much as the emotion behind it. I don't think that calling you by your family name means that there's a distance between us--quite the opposite, in fact. It was my rival, Katou, who spurred me on to become a better actor by competing with me. It was Katou who pursued me so relentlessly and wore down my defenses and made me fall in love with him. It is Katou who protects me and cherishes me, even though he can act like a childish, jealous fool at times. But that's all right, because I love that childish part of Katou, too. Katou is the one I fell in love with, so it's only natural that I should call him by that name, right?"
"Iwaki-san," Katou whispered, as he felt tears well up in his eyes.
"Katou the actor is the one that I first met and fell in love with," Iwaki said tenderly. "Of course I also love the Youji that I got to know later, who is a son and brother and uncle, but since Katou and Youji are the same person, it doesn't really matter which name I use, does it? Isn't it the same for you? Whether you call me 'Iwaki-san' or 'Kyousuke,' I am still the same person you fell in love with, right?"
"Iwaki-san!" Katou cried, hugging Iwaki tightly. He couldn't hold back his tears any longer, and found himself sobbing like a child as he pressed his face against Iwaki's shoulder.
"Silly Katou," Iwaki murmured affectionately, brushing his lips against Katou's hair and gently stroking Katou's back in a soothing manner until the tears ebbed and Katou's body stopped shaking.
Katou lifted his tear-stained face from Iwaki's shoulder and said in a very quiet, humble voice, "I love you, Iwaki-san."
"I love you, too, Katou," Iwaki replied, kissing away the tears from Katou's face. Katou shivered with pleasure as he felt Iwaki's tongue dart out to lap up the salty liquid.
"As for calling a person by their given name," Iwaki continued, "it's true that sometimes that indicates a sense of intimacy. However, in the case of Kikuchi-san and Onozuka-kun, I think they may have started calling each other by name in order to try and create that intimacy, rather than letting it develop naturally." He smiled and added, "And of course they were probably trying to tease you a bit."
"So...they're trying to force a sense of closeness by using given names?" Katou asked with a puzzled frown.
"I could be wrong, but I think so," Iwaki replied. "That's not to say that they aren't genuinely fond of each other, but the relationship still seems to be in the early stages, and I don't get a sense of true intimacy between them."
"They certainly seemed to be getting intimate in our bathroom," Katou said with a scowl, and reminded himself that he needed to thoroughly scrub and disinfect the bathroom.
"That's just sex," Iwaki chuckled. "You and I, as former AV actors, should know that sex isn't necessarily the same thing as intimacy. I think that Kikuchi-san wants that intimacy, though--he puts up a playful front, but he really seems serious about Onozuka-kun. I suspect that it was his idea to start using given names."
"Scheming old man," Katou growled. "But you can't take what he says at face value, Iwaki-san."
"I believe him," Iwaki replied earnestly. "I saw his true face at the restaurant before..." Katou scowled, and Iwaki smiled. "Not lust," Iwaki clarified, "but bitterness and jealousy. I believe that I saw his true face today, too. He said that it was important for him to meet Onozuka-kun's friends and family." He paused, then asked curiously, "Do you know anything about Onozuka-kun's family? Kikuchi-san said that Onozuka-kun doesn't like to talk about them."
"No, not really," Katou replied. "Then again, I don't really talk about my family with Onozuka and Miyasaka, either--mostly we just talk about work. Maybe Onozuka doesn't think his family will accept a male lover. My family is pretty liberal, but even so, my dad got angry when I brought you to Youko's wedding."
"Naturally, since I showed up uninvited," Iwaki said.
"Heh," Katou laughed sheepishly. "But everything turned out okay in the end, and my folks love you now."
"I hope that things will work out well for Kikuchi-san and Onozuka-kun, too," Iwaki said, and Katou scowled again. "For Onozuka-kun's sake, at least," Iwaki added gently.
"If it turns out that Kikuchi is using Onozuka, then I'm going to kick his ass," Katou growled.
"In spite of all your grumbling, you really do care about Onozuka," Iwaki said with a smile. "You're protective of him, as he is of you. And Miyasaka-kun as well, of course."
"I just don't like that perverted old geezer," Katou replied gruffly. "As for Onozuka, if it turns out that he's been deceived by Kikuchi, I'm going to take great satisfaction in saying, 'I told you so!'" Katou wasn't shy at all about expressing his affection for Iwaki in both public and private, but getting sentimental about a guy friend--especially one as cold and cynical as Onozuka--was a little embarrassing.
Iwaki said nothing, but smiled in an amused manner that seemed to say, "You can't fool me--you really are a caring friend." But he looked approving, so Katou didn't really mind. Katou supposed that was part of what he loved about Iwaki, even though it drove him crazy at times: that Iwaki was altruistic and wanted everyone to be happy, even a perv like Kikuchi or a sneaky troublemaker like Onozuka.
Katou whistled cheerfully as he headed down the hall, his bad mood and insecurity erased by Iwaki's love.
"Katou, where are you going?" Iwaki called after him.
"I told you, I'm going to disinfect the bathroom," Katou said determinedly. "If Onozuka insists on being with Kikuchi, I guess I have to accept it as his friend. But if they want intimacy, they can achieve it on their own. I will not allow any trace of that dirty old man to remain in our house! I will scour it clean of his presence!"
He stepped into the bathroom and switched on the light, then looked around suspiciously. He didn't see any obvious signs of sex, but he still thought he should give the place a good scrubbing.
Suddenly Iwaki slipped his arms around Katou from behind, causing Katou to jump slightly--he hadn't realized that Iwaki had followed him into the bathroom. "The cleaning is more symbolic than anything else, right?" Iwaki whispered into Katou's ear. "Why don't you and I re-christen the room, so to speak?"
"Eh?!" Katou exclaimed in surprise, twisting around in Iwaki's arms to face his lover. "You mean...?"
In response, Iwaki kissed him, and Katou returned the kiss eagerly. Iwaki was always a passionate and responsive lover, but it was rare for him to be the one to initiate sex, so Katou loved it when Iwaki was aggressive like this.
"How do you think they did it?" Iwaki murmured. "Maybe up against the wall?"
Iwaki pushed Katou up against the wall, and Katou moaned, turned on by Iwaki's aggressiveness, and--even though he was horrified at himself--by the idea that Onozuka and Kikuchi might have done the exact same thing a little while ago.
"Maybe they did this?" Iwaki suggested, pushing up Katou's shirt so that he could flick his tongue across Katou's nipples, teasing them into hard little nubs. "Or this," Iwaki said, sinking to his knees and brushing his lips against the bulge in Katou's trousers. "Mmm, I see the idea excites you," Iwaki murmured, smiling seductively up at Katou through half-lidded eyes.
"Is it perverted of me to be getting off on the idea of Onozuka and Kikuchi doing it in here?" Katou asked anxiously. "I mean, I like Onozuka as a friend, but I'm not attracted to him, and I'm certainly not attracted to Kikuchi!"
"It's human nature to be aroused by the sight and sound and sometimes even just the thought of sex," Iwaki replied reassuringly. "Why else is pornography so popular? It appeals to something primal inside us--our animal instincts, if you will. Do you remember when Sawa-san and Yukihito-kun slept over, and we got turned on by the sound of them making love in the next room?"
Katou nodded, recalling the time that Yukihito had run away to their house after catching Sawa in bed with another man. The two lovebirds had managed to work things out with some help from Iwaki, and had made up very passionately and loudly in the guest bedroom that night. Katou hadn't really minded the noise, since it had led to another of those rare occurrences of Iwaki being aggressive. However, he still hadn't forgiven Sawa for washing Iwaki's underwear and then hanging them out to dry outside, where any pervert might covet them!
"I know that you're not attracted to Sawa-san or Yukihito-kun," Iwaki continued. "Nor am I attracted to them, either. I think it's more that hearing them having sex made us crave the same thing. For myself, what turned me on wasn't imagining myself with Sawa-san or Yukihito-kun, it was imagining myself doing what they were doing with you."
Katou relaxed and leaned back a little further, letting the wall support more of his weight. "Thank you, Iwaki-san," he sighed gratefully. "That makes me feel much better! And for the record, I don't imagine myself having sex with anyone but you!"
Iwaki laughed and said, "How about doing a little more than imagining?" He unzipped Katou's trousers, then gently eased both trousers and underpants down Katou's legs. It left Katou in a rather exposed and undignified position, half-naked with his pants tangled around his ankles, but he didn't mind feeling vulnerable around Iwaki. In fact, it was a turn-on to be exposed and at his lover's mercy, because he trusted Iwaki completely. Katou smiled, suddenly feeling both smug and a little sorry for Onozuka, because whatever he had with Kikuchi couldn't possibly compare to this.
Then he moaned, forgetting about Onozuka, when Iwaki slowly ran his tongue along Katou's cock. "More," Katou gasped, as Iwaki continued teasing him with slow, lazy strokes of his tongue.
"You're so impatient," Iwaki gently scolded. "Like a child who wants to skip over dinner and straight to dessert."
"But I did eat my lunch today like a good boy," Katou protested.
"That's true," Iwaki chuckled. "And even more, you managed to avoid getting into a fight with Kikuchi-san today, so I suppose I ought to reward you for being a very good boy, Katou."
Katou sighed in pleasure and relief as Iwaki's lips closed around his cock, lightly suckling on the head, with more teasing strokes of Iwaki's tongue, and then slowly drawing him in deeper. "More," Katou groaned, tilting his hips forward and shallowly thrusting into Iwaki's mouth.
Iwaki responded by taking Katou in a little deeper and reaching up with one hand to cup and caress Katou's balls, provoking another groan. And then Iwaki's fingers moved further back, to gently rub and tease Katou's entrance.
Katou whimpered eagerly, without any shame. He loved being inside Iwaki, of course, but he considered it a rare treat when Iwaki wanted to take him, and he wasn't about to pass up the opportunity. "Iwaki-san," he gasped.
"Hmm?" Iwaki hummed inquiringly, and Katou shuddered with pleasure as the sound sent little vibrations along his cock.
"Please, Iwaki-san," Katou begged, "I want you inside me!"
Iwaki pulled back and released Katou's cock, then smiled up at Katou with a pleased but slightly startled look on his face. He knew how much Katou loved being made love to, but it still occasionally seemed to surprise him that Katou could enjoy being taken by another man without any shame.
Silly Iwaki! Of course there was nothing shameful about it, because that was one way--one among many--that Iwaki expressed his love for Katou. Deep down, Iwaki knew that, too, but he still worried overmuch about what was or wasn't "manly." However, Katou didn't mind, since he was willing to reassure Iwaki that he wanted Iwaki in every way possible, as many times as it took until Iwaki believed it.
"All right, then, since you're asking so nicely," Iwaki purred. He rose to his feet and rummaged through the medicine cabinet until he found the small tube of lubrication that Katou kept stashed there for moments such as these.
"Wait a minute--let me see that," Katou said, and a puzzled Iwaki handed the tube over to him. He examined it carefully and said with a sigh of relief, "Well, whatever Kikuchi and Onozuka were doing in here, they didn't use any of this, at least."
"What?" Iwaki laughed. "Do you keep track of how much we use each time?!"
"I just recently replaced it," Katou said defensively. "We've only used it once since then--"
"Ah, that must be the other morning, when you nearly made me late for work," Iwaki interrupted, sounding both amused and a little exasperated at the same time.
"--so it's easy to tell that it hasn't been used since then," Katou finished. He scowled and added, "Which is good, since I'd have to buy a new tube if that dirty old man had contaminated it."
"Katou," Iwaki said in a tone of mock-sternness, "why are you talking about another man when I'm about to make love to you?"
Katou let out a startled laugh, then grinned sheepishly and said, "It sort of feels like we've had this conversation before, only the other way around--and it was about Kikuchi, too, come to think of it!"
"So stop talking about him," Iwaki ordered as he plucked the tube from Katou's hand. "I don't mind having Kikuchi over for lunch or dinner every now and then for Onozuka-kun's sake, but I won't have him intruding on our love life! Is that clear?"
"Yes, Iwaki-san," Katou said meekly, feeling humbled. He'd called Iwaki silly earlier, but Iwaki's words made him realize that he was being foolish, too. Katou did have good reason to hate Kikuchi, but by obsessing about the man, he was allowing Kikuchi to intrude on his precious time alone with Iwaki, and he resolved not to give the bastard the satisfaction.
"Turn around, then," Iwaki ordered, and Katou hastened to obey, although he had to shuffle around awkwardly with his trousers tangled around his ankles. He loved that Iwaki was kind and considerate most of the time, but he also loved it when the commanding side of Iwaki's personality emerged. Katou leaned forward, bracing his palms against the wall, then gasped as he felt Iwaki's fingers pressing into him. He moaned eagerly and spread his legs apart wider--as much as the trousers hobbling his ankles would permit--to give his lover better access.
Iwaki's talented fingers soon had Katou panting and begging, "More! I need more of you, Iwaki-san!" He turned his head to give Iwaki a pleading look and cry, "Please, I need you inside me now!"
"You are always so impatient, Katou," Iwaki whispered into his ear in a velvety voice. "But since you beg so prettily, I'll grant your request."
Katou heard the rasp of a zipper being pulled down, and the rustle of cloth, and then he moaned as he felt Iwaki's cock slowly pushing into him, stretching and filling him as he craved. "Oh, so good!" he groaned.
Iwaki pushed aside Katou's long hair so that he could plant a lingering kiss on the nape of Katou's neck that caused Katou to shiver with pleasure. Somehow, his body always felt ultra-sensitive when Iwaki was touching him.
"It feels good to be inside you, too," Iwaki whispered, his hips rocking back and forth in slow, deep thrusts.
Katou groaned happily, accepting his lover into his body, but it didn't take long before that wasn't enough to satisfy him. "More, Iwaki-san!" he cried. "Give it to me harder!"
Iwaki planted another kiss on his neck and chuckled, "You're always so demanding, Katou, just like a greedy child."
"It's Iwaki-san's fault," Katou replied defensively.
"Oh?" Iwaki asked in an amused voice, thrusting forward with deliberate slowness. "How so?"
"Because it's Iwaki-san's fault for being so delectable that I can't get enough of him," Katou groaned, pushing back into Iwaki's thrusts, trying to drive his lover in deeper. "It's your fault, Iwaki-san, for getting me addicted to your body."
"Then consider it a fair trade for getting me addicted to yours," Iwaki whispered, with another slow thrust.
"Please," Katou begged in a voice hoarse with lust and need. "I need all of Iwaki-san inside me, to fill me to overflowing until I can't take anymore."
"Again, when you ask so prettily," Iwaki replied, in a voice also roughened with desire, "how can I possibly refuse?" And then he began to thrust into Katou, hard and fast, so that all Katou could do was to cling to the wall helplessly, sobbing with pleasure. Katou wanted to reach down and touch himself, but Iwaki was driving into him with such force that he was afraid he might lose his balance and slam head-first into the wall if he let go of it.
"Allow me," Iwaki purred, as if reading Katou's mind, which wasn't impossible--Katou often felt like they were tuned in to the same mental wavelength when they were making love. And then Katou cried out in relief as Iwaki reached down to stroke his erection, which seemed to throb in harmony each time Iwaki thrust into his body.
Katou sobbed and moaned incoherently as all traces of self-control and rational thought slipped away. It was as if his entire universe had narrowed down solely to Iwaki: the sound of Iwaki's breathing, harsh and ragged, and the warm puffs of breath that tickled Katou's ear as Iwaki panted into it; Iwaki's scent, sweaty and musky and male, overlaid with a hint of cologne and tobacco; and most of all, the sensation of Iwaki's cock sliding in and out of Katou, and of Iwaki's hand moving on his cock.
It was all too much for Katou, and though he wanted to prolong the pleasure, he found himself coming as he shouted, "Iwaki-san!"
"Katou," Iwaki groaned in a low voice, thrusting hard into Katou a few more times, and then he came as well.
"Phew," Katou sighed, slumping forward to rest his forehead against the wall. "Iwaki-san, you are too much for me!"
Iwaki laughed and wrapped his arms around Katou, resting his head comfortably on Katou's shoulder. "I thought you could never get enough of me," he teased.
"That's true," Katou replied. "But when we make love, it's so good that sometimes I think I will die of pleasure!"
"Nobody ever died of pleasure, you idiot," Iwaki chuckled affectionately, planting a kiss on Katou's cheek.
Katou was about to reply when his gaze traveled downwards along the wall and he exclaimed, "Oh!"
"What is it?" Iwaki asked.
"Now I'm going to have to clean the bathroom, after all!" Katou said, pointing to where his semen had splattered against the wall.
"Well, we need to clean ourselves, too," Iwaki laughed. "Why don't we go take a shower together, and then we'll both clean up the bathroom?"
"Will you scrub my back?" Katou asked eagerly, turning his head to face Iwaki.
Iwaki laughed again and said, "How can I resist, when you ask me with such a cute puppy-dog look?"
The puppy-dog look didn't always work on Iwaki, but Katou certainly wasn't about to argue with him. "I love you, Iwaki-san!" he declared.
"I love you, too, Katou," Iwaki replied, kissing him tenderly. He hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Or should I call you 'Youji'?"
Katou felt his heart skip a beat to hear Iwaki calling him by his given name. Then he smiled and replied, "Of course you can call me anything you want, Iwaki-san, but I think you were right--we shouldn't force it. Someday I'd like to call you by name, but I want it to happen naturally. As you said, it doesn't matter what we call each other, because it is the person that we love, and that person is the same no matter what name he is called by."
"Exactly," Iwaki said approvingly. "Now shall we go take that shower?"
"Yes!" Katou replied happily, thinking how lucky he was to love and be loved by his Iwaki-san.
THE END
Next story in the series: Press Conference, Part 1
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Afterword: Iwaki telling Katou to "consume your hatred" refers to the wordplay in the "Survivor's Patio" chapter in Book 11, where Katou says something similar: the word for "meat" in Japanese is "niku," while the word for "hatred" is "nikushimi." They sound alike, although they are written with different kanji characters, so in the original manga, Katou was going to symbolically get rid of his hatred for Miyasaka by consuming the grilled meat--which was why he wanted to have a barbeque in the first place.
The incident with Sawa and Yukihito that Iwaki mentions refers to Chapter 3 ("Six Nine") in Book 7.
As for given names, Iwaki says in part 2 of "Puppet Mate" (Book 10) that on their silver anniversary, he'll call Katou by his name. In response, Katou thinks to himself that on their golden anniversary, he'll call Iwaki "Kyousuke."
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Kikuchi is like that too, he let go of his mask even for just a few second but that was enough for show that he's really care about Onozuka.
and we have 2 smexy scene! yay! :D
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I'm glad you liked the story and the smexy scenes! I felt like I've been neglecting Iwaki and Katou in favor of Onozuka and Kikuchi, so I decided to give them some loving, too! ^__^
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Finishing with Katou & Iwaki's sweet sex scene was perfect - can't get enough of those two. I do like the way you portray them - very true to Youka Nitta's charaterizations.
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As for Katou and Iwaki, I just love Nitta-sensei's portrayal of them so much, so that's a great compliment. I was reading a blog where the OP was saying they didn't care much for most yaoi because of the power imbalance, and that's what's so great about Katou and Iwaki--that there's give and take between them, and they're truly equals.
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I couldn't get enough... and honestly, I want more *lol*
thankyouthankyouthankyou for writing and sharing this fic, I adore you for it ^^
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I really like the internally monologues of the characters - Kikuchi's calculation and fear of losing Onozuka. Onozuka's insecurity and uncertainty. Great story. I always enjoy reading new installments.
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as expected, Katou and Miyasaka went straight up the wall in rage and dismay when the curtain was lifted - so funny, i could see their faces XDD
actually there already was a similar bbq scene in the manga, so you still manage to innovate but often refer to the original, i appreciate.
i liked the last hot scene with Katou/Iwaki, reversi couples are the best anyway, i'm not too much into classic totally stereotyped seme/uke roles.. ^^
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What I really love about the Haru manga is the way Katou and Iwaki switch around, since I'm not into the whole seme/uke stereotype, either.
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Eeek! No link! Where do I go now?!
Duh- just saw link! *facepalm*
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