FIC: Family Visit: Tokyo, Part 2 of 5

[geri_chan]

Title: Family Visit: Tokyo, Part 2 of 5
Rating: NC-17 overall
Fandom: Haru wo Daiteita (Embracing Love)
Pairing: Kikuchi/Onozuka, Iwaki/Katou, Miyasaka/OFC
Characters: Kikuchi, Onozuka, Yoshizumi, Asano, Miyasaka, Iwaki, Katou
Warnings: Non-graphic het, exhibitionism (sort of)
Word count: ~6,550
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), Audition (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3), Cookout (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3), Press Conference (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3), Sanctuary, and The Prince vs. the Groupie (Part 1, Part 2). The series also includes two side-stories that are outside of the main timeline: Valentine's Day Surprise and Strictly Business.
Summary: Onozuka has a plan to manipulate both Katou and the paparazzi; Miyasaka is tired of the being the odd man out, and seeks companionship to console himself.

Part 1

***

After lunch, they went back to work: more costume fittings, and many more interviews with both print and TV reporters. When they finally finished work for the day, Onozuka left the studio alone, but received a call from Kikuchi on his cell phone a few minutes later.

"So do you want to get together tonight, Yuu?"

"Yes, but I'll have to set up our distraction for the paparazzi first," Onozuka replied.

"What are you going to do?" Kikuchi asked curiously.

"You'll see," Onozuka said slyly and immediately ended the call, grinning as he imagined Kikuchi's reaction.

He went home to shower and change, and Miyasaka was pouting about how Onozuka hadn't joined them for a drink last night. Which gave Onozuka a convenient excuse to call up Katou and ask him to go drinking with them. As usual, Katou resisted because he wanted to stay at home with Iwaki, but Onozuka coaxed and wheedled, saying that he wanted to celebrate with Katou and Miyasaka now since he'd missed out last night. In the background, he could hear Iwaki urging Katou, "Go ahead and have fun; I have a script that I need to read tonight, anyway."

So Katou reluctantly agreed to meet them at Lime. They were followed by a few paparazzi, but Onozuka made no attempt to shake them, as it was common knowledge that he, Miyasaka, and Katou were friends and often went out drinking together. There had been a few rumors printed in the tabloids that there might be something more than friendship between them, but neither the public nor the reporters really took the rumors seriously--it was just a harmless tidbit to pad out the gossip columns on a slow news day.

Katou's influence got them a private room, so they could talk freely without having to worry about being spied on by reporters or gawking fans. They drank and chatted for awhile about the press conference, and about the visit from the American director. Finally, when everyone was relaxed, Onozuka sighed wistfully, "I wish I could afford a nice house like yours, Katou."

"What do you need a house for?" Miyasaka asked, then scowled slightly. "Are you planning to move in with Kikuchi-san?"

"Not just yet," Onozuka laughed. "But I admit, I've fantasized about it a little." Now both Miyasaka and Katou were scowling at him, much to Onozuka's delight. It was nice to have their attention focused on him for a change instead of Iwaki.

"It would be so nice to wake up every morning next to Katsuya," Onozuka murmured with a dreamy-eyed look, although he wasn't quite ready to take that step just yet. He briefly wondered what it would be like to live with Kikuchi, then firmly reminded himself to get back on track. "And I really envy you that patio, Katou!"

"What, do you like barbecues that much?" Katou asked with a puzzled frown.

"No, silly!" Onozuka laughed. "I was thinking how nice it would be to make love with Katsuya under the starlight."

"Eh!?" Miyasaka exclaimed in shock. "I never thought you were the exhibitionist type, Onozuka!"

"I'm not," Onozuka protested coyly. "Katou's patio has a high fence around it, so it's safe from prying eyes. It would be so convenient to just lay a blanket down on the grass, and see the stars twinkling above you, and feel the night breeze against your bare skin..." He heaved another wistful sigh. "I bet that you and Iwaki-san have done it out there many times, right, Katou?"

Katou's face was flushed and his eyes were starting to glaze over. "What?" he asked distractedly. "Er...no, actually, we haven't." Then his gaze came back into focus and he snapped, "Not that it's any of your business!"

"Oh, there's no need to be so shy, Katou," Onozuka teased. "After all, Miyasaka and I have seen you and Iwaki-san do it twice now!"

"Idiot!" Katou snarled, aiming a not-so-playful blow at him, but Onozuka was easily able to duck and evade it. Onozuka then changed the subject back to his movie, but Katou was restless and distracted, squirming and fidgeting in his seat without really listening, until he finally jumped up and said, "It was nice hanging out with you guys, but I need to get back home."

"Where are you going? It's still early!" Miyasaka shouted after him, but Katou didn't even look back. Miyasaka slouched in his seat, sulking, and muttered, "Ever since he became a married man, he's been no fun. Iwaki-san totally has him whipped!"

Onozuka snorted and replied, "Iwaki-san has had Katou wrapped around his little finger ever since we first met him! Nothing's really changed since then, except that he's confident in Iwaki-san's love now, so he doesn't need to drown his sorrows in things like the orgy party."

Miyasaka snickered and said, "I wonder how your adoring fans would react if they knew that the Golden Prince had attended an orgy?"

Unfazed, Onozuka retorted, "If you ever try to tell that story to the media, I'll say that you dragged me along unsuspecting, and once I got there and found out what kind of party it was, I was mortified and left at once."

"You big liar!" Miyasaka cried indignantly. "Going to the party was your idea!"

Onozuka smiled sweetly and replied, "Taking both your reputation and mine into consideration, no one would ever believe that, Miya-chan."

Miyasaka spat out a string of profanities, and Onozuka just laughed smugly. Eventually, Miyasaka calmed down and asked, "So do you want to go to a club or something?"

"Sorry," Onozuka said, clasping his hands together in a gesture of apology. "I sort of promised..." He allowed his voice to trail off sheepishly, and Miyasaka scowled at him disgustedly.

"You're going to go meet Kikuchi-san, aren't you?" Miyasaka accused. "You're just as bad as Katou!"

"Sorry," Onozuka repeated, smiling sweetly.

"Ah, knock it off with your false apologies," Miyasaka growled. "Go ahead, have fun," he added defiantly. "I'm going to the club alone, and maybe I'll find some company for the night, too!"

"Good luck, Miya-chan," Onozuka told him cheerfully, not at all worried by Miyasaka's threat. Miyasaka might actually go out and have a one night stand, but he didn't care about any of the women that he slept with. Besides, they were just friends, so it didn't really matter to Onozuka whom Miyasaka slept with--as long as it wasn't Iwaki.

Miyasaka left in a huff, and Onozuka lingered behind a little longer. He reached into the small leather bag he'd brought, a birthday gift from Katou that he used to carry his belongings when he was working, and he took out a disposable cell phone and a voice scrambler. He doubted that anyone would go to the trouble of tracing the calls he was about to make, but just in case they did, he couldn't risk having them traced back to his personal phone.

He dialed the number of one of the most prominent tabloids in Tokyo and said, "Hey, I have a hot scoop for you about Iwaki and Katou..."

***

Iwaki was sitting on the couch, still going over his script when he heard Katou call out, "Iwaki-san, I'm home!"

Iwaki smiled and set the script aside, saying, "Welcome back. You're home early--I thought you'd stay out a little later with Onozuka-kun and Miyasaka-kun."

"I missed you, Iwaki-san," Katou said, bending down to give him a kiss.

"Idiot," Iwaki said affectionately. "How can you miss me when you've only been gone for a couple of hours?"

"Every minute away from Iwaki-san seems like a lifetime," Katou protested.

"If Yoshizumi-san were here, he'd say that we're being nauseating again!" Iwaki laughed. Then he noticed the grocery bags that Katou was carrying and asked curiously, "Did you do some shopping on the way home?"

"Yes!" Katou replied cheerfully. "I thought it would be nice to have a late night picnic out on the patio. I bought some wine, and some french bread, and cheese and grapes..."

Iwaki was a little surprised, but Katou was given to impulsive, romantic gestures, so Iwaki didn't dwell on it too long. "I suppose I could use a break," Iwaki said. "A picnic does sound nice."

"Great!" Katou said happily.

They brought the food outside, along with two wineglasses and some paper plates, and Iwaki was about to set the table when Katou spread a blanket out on the grass and said, "It's a picnic, so I thought it would be more fun to do it like this."

"Wow, I don't think I've been on a picnic since I was a child," Iwaki reminisced, dropping down to sit cross-legged beside Katou on the blanket. "It was when my mother was still alive. We went to the beach--the whole family, including Hisako-san--and had a picnic lunch." He smiled nostalgically. "I remember that Oniisan and I made a big sand castle. We worked so hard on it that I was kind of sad to leave it behind when we went home."

"Well, when we get some time off, we can go to the beach and have a picnic together there, too," Katou said.

They drank the wine and fed each other little bites of food, and Iwaki felt very mellow and content, sitting next to his lover in the moonlight. Then suddenly Katou set his wineglass aside and lay back, stretching out on the blanket as he stared up at the sky.

"The stars are really pretty tonight, Iwaki-san," he murmured.

"Are they?" Iwaki asked, gazing up at the sky. "You can see them better in the country. The bright lights of the city tend to wash them out, unfortunately."

"You can see better if you lie back like this," Katou urged, tugging on Iwaki's arm. Since Iwaki was in such a good mood, he decided to humor his lover and stretched out beside Katou.

"Mm, this is kind of nice," Iwaki said, gazing up at the night sky.

"Yes, it is," Katou whispered huskily, and Iwaki turned his head to find Katou's lips just a couple of inches away from his.

"Is this why you wanted to have a night picnic?" Iwaki asked, still feeling mellow and more amused than annoyed.

"Isn't it romantic?" Katou asked, leaning over to close the gap between them. Iwaki felt Katou's tongue gently probing at his mouth, and Iwaki parted his lips to allow it entrance.

They made out at a leisurely pace, tenderly kissing and caressing each other through their clothing. Then Katou's hand slid under Iwaki's shirt, stroking his chest and gently pinching his nipples.

Iwaki gasped, and as if that was some sort of signal or trigger, things quickly heated up. Katou began kissing Iwaki with more urgency, and one hand started to push up Iwaki's shirt, while the other fumbled with the fly of his trousers,

"Hold on a minute!" Iwaki protested as Katou unzipped his trousers. "Maybe we should move this back inside the house."

"But wouldn't it be romantic to make love out here under the stars?" Katou coaxed as he tugged Iwaki's trousers down over his hips.

"We're out in the open, you pervert!" Iwaki argued, blushing.

"So what?" Katou replied with a grin. "The patio's fenced in, so no one can see us."

"But--" Iwaki started to protest, then broke off in a low moan as Katou's mouth closed around one of his nipples, and Katou's hand caressed his cock through the thin cloth of his briefs.

"Let's make love here, Iwaki-san," Katou whispered seductively. "Out here under the night sky, bathed in starlight." Then he chuckled and added, "Besides, we've done it everywhere else in the house, so this is the only place left to christen!"

Iwaki knew that there were good reasons why they should not be doing this, but it was growing increasingly difficult to formulate them in his mind with Katou's mouth and hands distracting him.

"Katou..." he groaned urgently.

"Iwaki-san," Katou whispered just as urgently, then reached over into the pile of discarded clothing and somehow came up with a small tube of lotion.

"You were planning this," Iwaki accused.

"It's just that I'm always prepared," Katou protested with an innocent smile.

"Well, hurry up..." Iwaki started to say, but was distracted by a sudden bright flash of light. A shooting star? No...the flashbulb of a camera, from up above on the roof of the neighboring house. And then another, from within the branches of the tree outside their home.

"Damn it, Katou!" Iwaki shouted, hastily pulling his trousers back up. "The paparazzi are watching us! What did you do, put out a media alert?!"

"Of course not!" Katou cried indignantly. "I don't know how they found out! Maybe they just happened to be staking out the place and noticed that we were out on the patio."

"You said that the fence would keep anyone from seeing us!" Iwaki snapped at him accusingly as they ran back into the house, abandoning their picnic.

"I'm sorry, Iwaki-san!" Katou pleaded with him. "It didn't occur to me that people could look down at us from above!"

"That's because you're an idiot!" Iwaki snapped.

"Ah, come on, Iwaki-san," Katou said placatingly. "No real harm was done. I mean, at least we spotted them before we really got down to business. Come on, let's continue this in the bedroom."

Katou tried to wrap his arms around Iwaki, but Iwaki shoved him away. "I'm not in the mood anymore!" he snapped, then stalked off to the bedroom alone, slamming the door behind him.

***

Katou dejectedly sank down onto the couch, which he might end up sleeping on tonight. Although if he gave Iwaki some time to cool off, he would probably be allowed into the bedroom to sleep beside his lover tonight.

He was still hard, and Katou scowled down at the erection tenting his trousers. If he tried to put the moves on Iwaki, he'd definitely end up sleeping on the couch! Not that the couch was uncomfortable, but Katou wanted to at least be able to hold Iwaki in his arms as they slept, even if sex was going to be denied him.

He should probably go into the bathroom and take care of this problem first. There was no way he was going to be able to control himself if he climbed into bed with Iwaki while he was this horny.

"Damn you, Onozuka, this is all your fault!" Katou growled at his absent friend. If he hadn't gotten the idea from Onozuka's stupid fantasy...and then a suspicion suddenly dawned on Katou. It was quite convenient how the paparazzi had spotted them on the patio--as if they'd known in advance what would happen. But he and Onozuka and Miyasaka had been drinking in a private room, so none of the other patrons at the bar could have overheard their conversation. One of the staff members could be the leak, Katou supposed. No waiters had been present at the time, but it was possible that someone could have been listening at the door. However, the Lime staff had always been discreet and valued his patronage. Once it had become known in the press that Lime was one of Katou Youji's favorite hangouts, their business had increased significantly, and Katou didn't think they'd jeopardize that to make a bit of extra cash from the tabloids.

"Surely not even Onozuka would sell me out to the tabloids," Katou muttered to himself uncertainly. "Would he...?"

***

Onozuka caught a cab to Kikuchi's place, but called ahead just to make sure it was safe. Kikuchi said, "I've been watching the street from the window. There were a couple of paparazzi here, but they just took off. Did you really sic them on Iwaki and Katou?"

"Sort of," Onozuka replied, grinning. "I'll explain when I see you."

A short time later, he walked into Kikuchi's apartment and found his lover sitting on the floor in the living room, unpacking the contents of a large cardboard box.

"Hey, Yuu," Kikuchi said with a smile. "You make it here all right?"

Onozuka dropped down beside him, gave him a kiss, and replied, "Yeah, the paparazzi were still gone when I arrived. What are you doing?"

"I was just going through some of the stuff I never unpacked, looking for my old English textbooks," Kikuchi explained. "I don't even know why I went to the trouble of shipping them to Japan when I moved. I guess I must've had a premonition that they'd come in handy someday!"

Packed in the box were some basic English textbooks and workbooks, a Japanese/English dictionary, and some language learning book-and-CD sets.

"I studied these when I first moved to America," Kikuchi said. "I'll give them to you at work tomorrow, since nobody's supposed to know that you're here tonight." He added with a grin, "That was pretty clever, by the way--it gives us a good excuse to spend time together."

"Thanks, I thought so, too," Onozuka replied smugly. "But you didn't really need to unpack all these books. I was only using the lessons as an excuse."

"No, you are going to learn some English whether you like it or not," Kikuchi said sternly. "People will be suspicious of these lessons as it is, so you need to show them that you're actually learning something."

"I suppose you're right," Onozuka sighed. "And I guess it would be practical to learn English for real. But we can do some making out as well, right?"

"Of course," Kikuchi replied with a grin. "You need to have some incentive to study, after all." He gave Onozuka a deep kiss, then murmured, "I'll reward you each time you do well in your studies."

"I'm sure that I would be a lot better at English if you had been my teacher in high school!" Onozuka laughed.

"That sounds like the plot of a porn film," Kikuchi joked, and Onozuka laughed again. "So," Kikuchi said, changing the subject, "are you ever going to tell me how you so cleverly got rid of the paparazzi?" Onozuka explained what he had done, and Kikuchi laughed delightedly. "Do you really think that Katou will actually go home and have sex with Iwaki on the patio?"

Onozuka grinned and shrugged. "It doesn't really matter, as long as it lured the paparazzi away. If nothing happens, they'll chalk it up as a prank or false alarm, and there's no harm done since the call was anonymous. But I think they might actually get a real scoop: Katou's so impressionable, especially when it comes to pervy things. There's no way he's going to be able to resist trying out that idea. The real question is whether he can persuade Iwaki to go along with it, but I think the chances are good. Iwaki acts all uptight, but secretly, I think he's just as much a pervert as Katou is."

"You are a very wicked prince," Kikuchi admonished his lover with a grin.

"Hey, it's not my fault if those two are stupid enough to have sex in public," Onozuka defended himself.

"By the way," Kikuchi asked casually, "do you really want to move into a house together with me?"

"Don't worry," Onozuka laughed nervously. "I'm not suggesting we get married or anything. I just made up that story to put the idea into Katou's head."

"It's not such a bad idea," Kikuchi replied. "It might be kind of fun to play house together." He grinned and added, "We could have sex whenever we wanted, and you wouldn't have to catch a cab home afterwards." He leaned over to nibble on Onozuka's earlobe and whisper seductively, "Which means that we could make love all night long."

"Mmm, that does sound nice," Onozuka conceded, shivering with pleasure. "But you're always claiming that you're an old man who can't keep it up all night."

"You have a rejuvenating effect on me, Yuu," Kikuchi purred.

"Ah, so that's your explanation?" Onozuka said with another nervous laugh. He wasn't quite sure why the idea of living with Kikuchi made him so uneasy--the two of them got along well, and the sex was always great. Of course, there was a difference between having great sex with someone and living with them twenty-four hours a day. He had certainly heard plenty from his friends and coworkers about how a relationship could change after moving in with a lover or spouse and having to put up with all their annoying little habits. He'd heard of couples who had broken up over one partner always leaving their clothes strewn across the floor or forgetting to put the cap back on the toothpaste.

On the other hand, Kikuchi's place always seemed to be neat, and Onozuka didn't mind living with Miyasaka, who was a bit of a slob. He wasn't worried about trivial things like that, and Miyasaka had recently complained that Onozuka was practically living at Kikuchi's place, anyway.

But in the event of a breakup, it was much easier to walk away from a relationship if one wasn't tangled up in legal complications like a rental contract or mortgage with both parties' names on it. Not that Onozuka anticipated breaking up with Kikuchi in the foreseeable future, but he just felt more comfortable knowing that there was nothing to tie him down against his will, hypothetically speaking.

Then Onozuka laughed again, more sincerely this time. Kikuchi was obviously only joking about playing house, so there was no need to start panicking like a groom with cold feet being forced to the altar.

"Why don't you demonstrate this rejuvenation for me, then?" Onozuka suggested.

"I would love to," Kikuchi said with that wicked smile that never failed to arouse Onozuka. "Because I have been thinking about you all day long, Yuu."

"Oh?" Onozuka asked coyly. "And what exactly were you thinking?"

"About how much I'd like to get you alone for some of those 'English lessons,'" Kikuchi purred in a husky voice. "During that final interview in the conference room, with the reporter asking all the same inane questions that all the other reporters had already asked, all I could think of was how much I wanted to kick everyone else out of the room so that I could bend you over the table and fuck you senseless."

Onozuka's face turned bright red, but he managed to say with dry humor, "Well, that was a bit more...descriptive...than what I was expecting."

"I have a very vivid imagination," Kikuchi replied, grinning. "I also thought about fucking you on top of the table--you know, just for variety."

"That sounds rather uncomfortable," Onozuka said, affecting a skeptical look even though he could feel himself getting hard without Kikuchi so much as needing to lay a finger on him. There were times when Onozuka almost thought that Kikuchi could make him come just by talking at him--which would be quite a feat, but probably not very satisfying.

"Well, in fantasy sex, you never have to worry about how hard the tabletop is, or whether there are any condoms or lube handy," Kikuchi chuckled.

"But isn't real sex better, even if it's a little uncomfortable or inconvenient?" Onozuka pointed out with a sly smile.

Kikuchi looked startled for just a second, then laughed and agreed, "You're absolutely right, Yuu. So why don't we go have real sex now--on my bed, which is much more comfortable than the table would be?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Onozuka laughed, jumping to his feet and grasping Kikuchi's hands to pull him up off the floor.

Before long, he was sprawled out on Kikuchi's bed, biting his lower lip in a futile attempt to stifle his moans as Kikuchi's fingers moved inside him. Kikuchi always seemed to spend a long time preparing him, supposedly out of consideration, but Onozuka thought that it was really just because Kikuchi enjoyed teasing him.

"Enough already!" Onozuka snapped impatiently.

"Are you sure?" Kikuchi asked, with the most insincere look of wide-eyed concern that Onozuka had ever seen. "I just wanted to be certain that you were ready, because you know that I'd never want to cause you any discomfort." Onozuka rolled his eyes and snorted in response, and Kikuchi chided, "That's very un-princely of you, Yuu."

"It only hurt the first couple of times because I wasn't used to it," Onozuka retorted. "And I can't believe that you ever won a Best Actor award!"

"I think that I should get an award for managing to restrain myself enough to keep from tearing off your clothes and ravishing you in public," Kikuchi chuckled. He thrust his fingers into Onozuka one last time, evoking a startled cry of pleasure, before he withdrew and rolled onto his back. "Come here," Kikuchi said, beckoning to Onozuka with a devilish smile.

"It would serve you right if I told you to go to hell," Onozuka muttered, but they both knew that it was an empty threat. His body was aching to have Kikuchi inside him, and the sight of his lover lying on the bed, naked and erect, caused Onozuka to lick his lips in anticipation. And then Onozuka smiled, reassured by that sight, because that very visible sign of arousal made it clear that Kikuchi wanted him just as much as he wanted Kikuchi, in spite of Kikuchi's outward air of composure. He reached out to run his fingers lightly and teasingly along Kikuchi's cock, and was pleased when his lover gasped in response.

Feeling a little more confident now, Onozuka straddled Kikuchi and slowly lowered himself down onto Kikuchi's cock, unable to hold back a groan as it entered and filled him. He moved slowly at first, relishing the way that Kikuchi's cock slid in and out of him, and the way that Kikuchi's groans echoed his own.

But it wasn't long before Onozuka began moving with more urgency. He loved all the various methods of lovemaking that he and Kikuchi had tried together, but this was rapidly becoming one of Onozuka's favorites. When Kikuchi was on top, he liked to tease Onozuka with frustratingly slow thrusts; in this position, Onozuka could control how deep and fast he took Kikuchi into his body. It was also easier to angle his hips so that each downward stroke hit exactly the right spot.

"Mmm, it feels so good," Onozuka sighed as he rode Kikuchi, who grinned up at him rather smugly, his eyes raking over Onozuka's body with an intense and hungry look. It made Onozuka feel self-conscious for a brief moment, but he realized that it was silly to feel embarrassed when they'd already seen each other naked and had sex many times before. Besides, the way that Kikuchi was staring at him--greedily, like a connoisseur presented with a particularly fine and delectable treat--excited Onozuka further.

So Onozuka deliberately put on a show for his lover: he tossed his golden hair back in a dramatic manner that had once caused a crowd of female fans to nearly melt at his feet, then moaned loudly as he arched his back. He gazed down at Kikuchi seductively with his eyes half-closed, and slowly ran his tongue across his parted lips.

"Show-off," Kikuchi said accusingly, but the hoarseness of his voice betrayed the effect that Onozuka's performance had had on him. His hands reached up to caress Onozuka's chest and play with his nipples, pinching them just hard enough to fall on the cusp between pleasure and pain, exactly the way that Onozuka liked it.

A more spontaneous moan escaped Onozuka's mouth, and he began riding Kikuchi harder, setting a fast and steady pace. Kikuchi lay back and let Onozuka do as he pleased for the most part, although every now and then he would thrust upwards unexpectedly, throwing off Onozuka's rhythm. But Onozuka didn't mind, because somehow those little jolts of pleasure excited him all the more with their unpredictability.

Onozuka felt his climax drawing closer, and he called out, "Katsuya! Katsuya...please!" Kikuchi must have been close to coming as well, because he groaned, "Yuu," and gave up his teasing, thrusting up into Onozuka urgently now, as Onozuka rode him frantically, meeting each thrust.

Kikuchi's hands had dropped down from Onozuka's chest; one braced itself on Onozuka's hip while the other wrapped around his cock, bringing him to completion with a few quick, firm strokes. Onozuka cried out Kikuchi's name as he came, noting somewhere in the back of his mind that Kikuchi had made him come first as usual--and looked pretty damn smug about it, too.

But Kikuchi followed soon after, groaning, "Yuu," as he thrust up into Onozuka one last time.

Onozuka eased himself up off Kikuchi, letting out a soft, regretful moan as he felt Kikuchi's cock slide out of him. Then he collapsed on the bed next to his lover, and felt Kikuchi's arms wrap around him and pull him close.

"You're amazing, Yuu," Kikuchi murmured.

"I bet you say that to all the guys," Onozuka joked, and then was struck by a sudden flash of insecurity. He thought their sex was amazing, too, but he didn't have much to compare it to--just one previous hasty encounter with a man, and a few with women that had been more to protect his career than for pleasure. Kikuchi, on the other hand, had probably had many lovers, at least one of whom had been serious--the man who had caused the scandal ten years ago, the one Kikuchi had said he'd cared about. Onozuka wondered if that guy was the one who had given Kikuchi the bracelet that he claimed was his good luck charm. The timing was about right, since Kikuchi had won his Best Actor award not long before the scandal.

He struggled not to let his doubt and jealousy show on his face, but wasn't quite sure if he succeeded, because Kikuchi smiled at him reassuringly. "You really are amazing, Yuu," Kikuchi insisted, kissing Onozuka tenderly. "I've been with many men over the years..." Onozuka felt another surge of jealousy, but then Kikuchi continued, "...but I've never met anyone who captivates me as much as you do."

"Now I know that I'm right about you being a shameless flatterer," Onozuka laughed, but he felt his face flush with pleasure. He was too cynical not to suspect that Kikuchi was mostly just soothing his ego, but if there was even a little sincerity in his words, then that was enough to satisfy Onozuka for now.

"It's not shameless or flattery if it's true," Kikuchi protested, and Onozuka laughed again, his confidence restored. He didn't know how he compared with Kikuchi's past lovers, but Kikuchi had found their lovemaking satisfying enough to have continued their relationship past a one night stand, and even to have entrusted Onozuka with a key to his apartment.

"You're amazing, too, Katsuya," Onozuka said playfully, kissing Kikuchi.

Kikuchi kissed him back, then said, "Yuu, I was thinking...can you keep that weekend clear, the last one that we have off before filming starts?"

"Sure," Onozuka replied. "Did you have something planned?"

He grinned, expecting that Kikuchi would propose something along the lines of making love all weekend, but instead, Kikuchi replied, "I have someplace special that I'd like to take you."

"Oh?" Onozuka asked, intrigued. Then he frowned slightly and asked suspiciously, "It's not another fishing trip, is it?"

"No, it's not," Kikuchi laughed. "Besides, I thought you had fun the last time."

"It was kind of fun," Onozuka admitted. "But I'm not really one for roughing it." He enjoyed any time that he spent with Kikuchi, but personally, he thought it would be a lot more fun to spend the weekend in the comfort of Kikuchi's apartment--and bed--without having to deal with the mess of cleaning fish or making a campfire.

"I appreciate that you humored me last time, but don't worry--I'm not planning to take you camping or fishing," Kikuchi reassured him with a grin.

Onozuka smiled in relief, then asked curiously, "So where are we going?"

"It's a surprise," Kikuchi replied.

"Aw, come on, give me a hint," Onozuka coaxed, but Kikuchi just grinned and shook his head.

"If I told you, then it wouldn't be a surprise anymore," Kikuchi pointed out logically.

"Won't we have to worry about the paparazzi?" Onozuka persisted, trying to wheedle some hint of their destination out of his lover. Maybe Kikuchi wanted to visit some remote location...he had promised that they weren't going camping, so maybe he was planning a trip to an onsen out in the country?

"We'll have to exercise a little caution, but the paparazzi shouldn't be a problem," was the only hint Kikuchi would give, and he stubbornly refused to give in to any of Onozuka's entreaties. So there was nothing Onozuka could do but wait and wonder what Kikuchi's surprise was, and think, a bit sourly, that his lover was a tease both in and out of bed.

***

Meanwhile, Miyasaka was at a nightclub, one that had just recently opened in Ginza and had been dubbed "trendy" by the press, at least for the moment. He was recognized at the door and let in for free, then seated in the VIP area with a complimentary drink, which improved Miyasaka's mood considerably.

After he finished his drink, he hit the dance floor to work off the remainder of his bad mood and find some companionship. Normally, he was partial to dark-haired girls with big boobs, but for some reason, his attention was caught by a girl with short, bleached-blonde hair and a tomboyish, athletic build.

But hey, variety was the spice of life, right? Besides, although her breasts were small, they were cute and perky, and looked like they would still fill his hands nicely, and that toned body looked like it would be quite limber in bed.

She flashed a bold, inviting smile at him as he danced up to her, which was a good sign that she would welcome his advances. They danced till they were sweaty, then headed over to the bar for a drink.

It turned out that the girl--Kumiko--really was an athlete. She was on the tennis team at the university where she was studying to get a degree in Physical Education. And, quite flatteringly, she said that she was a fan of his, and had loved him in "Yakuza Love Story." And even more flatteringly, she didn't ask what it was like to be friends with the Golden Prince--in fact, Onozuka's name never came up in the conversation at all.

Kumiko agreed readily when Miyasaka suggested going to a hotel together. He no longer took women back to his apartment, partly because Onozuka was living there now and there wasn't enough privacy--or worse, Miyasaka's date would be more interested in the Prince than in him. But it was also to avoid complications: when you took a girl to a love hotel, she didn't expect to sleep over and have breakfast with you the next morning. It was a polite way to indicate that he wasn't interested in anything more than a one night stand. Miyasaka enjoyed sex, but all the women that he met seemed to pale in comparison to Iwaki, and he couldn't imagine having a serious relationship with any of them.

He was beginning to despair of ever meeting anyone--man or woman--that he could love as much as Iwaki, but tonight was just for fun, not love, and he resolved to enjoy himself.

Accomplishing that goal shouldn't have been very hard, because as Miyasaka had predicted, Kumiko was quite limber in bed. But as he made love to her, images of Iwaki being taken by Katou kept flashing through his mind, as well as the muffled, sexy sounds Onozuka and Kikuchi had made behind the closed bathroom door at Katou and Iwaki's house. Miyasaka thrust harder into Kumiko as she cried out in pleasure, but it wasn't her face that he saw, or her body that he pictured beneath his.

"Wow, that was great, Miyasaka-san," Kumiko said cheerfully, giving him a kiss after it was over. "You really lived up to your reputation!"

"I'm afraid to ask what people are saying about me in the press," Miyasaka said, returning her cheerful smile with one of his own, although he felt a little guilty for fantasizing about Iwaki while they had been having sex. Still, she seemed to have found the experience satisfying, and what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

"Well, I can tell them that you're a fantastic lover," Kumiko teased, planting another kiss on his lips before she rose from the bed.

"Hey, where are you going?" Miyasaka protested, more out of politeness than because he really wanted her to stay. On the other hand, he had paid to keep the room for the whole night, and he wouldn't really mind going for a second round--especially when he thought about how Iwaki and Katou might be having sex out on the patio right at this very moment.

"Sorry, tonight was fun, but I have an early class tomorrow," Kumiko replied, still smiling cheerfully. She reached into her purse and came up with a pen and a scrap of paper. She wrote down her name and phone number, then handed it to Miyasaka and said, "You can give me a call if you're looking to have fun again sometime--but no hard feelings if you don't. I'm going to take a shower before I go, okay?"

"Sure," Miyasaka replied distractedly. She was the perfect woman--cute, great in bed, and offering him no-strings-attached sex. So why was it that he didn't think he would ever contact her again?

Had Iwaki turned him gay and ruined him forever for women? It wasn't like he couldn't get it up for women, but they held no appeal for him any longer beyond the momentary satisfaction of sex. And it disturbed him that the idea of Kikuchi and Onozuka having sex was such a turn-on. Well, Kikuchi wasn't so bad even though he was a guy, but Onozuka was Miyasaka's best friend. Doing it with Onozuka would be like doing it with his own brother--it was just unthinkable. Miyasaka shuddered in revulsion at the idea. Or was he shuddering because the idea didn't repulse him as much as it should?

"Hey, Miyasaka-san," Kumiko said, winking at him mischievously as she headed to the shower. "Would you like to join me?"

"Sure!" Miyasaka exclaimed, jumping up from the bed. He determinedly told himself that he was going to forget about men, at least for a little while, and enjoy the company of this cute and willing girl--whether he liked it or not. In fact, he would make himself like it!

At least, that's what he told himself.

Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

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Afterword: I gave Onozuka the leather bag since Iwaki and Katou apparently use similar ones: see the "A Peek Inside Iwaki's/Katou's Bag" sections at the end of Book 3 of the manga. One of my male friends jokingly refers to these types of bags as a "man purse" (mostly in fun, since he uses one himself sometimes). I'm not sure whether it's a Japanese thing or an actor thing, but it doesn't seem to have the same stigma in the manga, which I thought was cool. I don't know, maybe it's only American men who think their masculinity will be threatened by carrying a "purse"?

Someday I'd like to write "A Peek Inside Kikuchi's/Onozuka's Bag"! ^_^