Firsts | By : djserani Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1305 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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REMINDER:This story takes place in Darkprism's Monoshizukanohi Universe. Though the appearances of Monoshizukanohi locations in this series of stories is minor, it does exist and that world belongs to her. She graciously allows me to play. SECONDLY: Though it can be read WITHOUT reading Changes, it is highly recommended that you read Changes before you read this. That said, it is also recommended that you read Darkprism's Altering Affection, Undercurrents and at least part IV of Rhythm & Bruise. Changes runs chronologically concurrently with Rhythm & Bruise. Thirdly, real warnings for this chapter: masturbation, phone sex, alcohol use
Please also note that this story (Courting Fantasy) is focused heavily on the original character, Kenji. Izumo and Kotetsu show up, but they are much more minor.
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He tucked the room key in his jeans pocket, checked for his identification and money then headed down the hall to the elevators. As he waited for one to show up, he re-read the directions his buddy had written down for him. Cross the street, go down the hill to the first left and take it, follow that street for another two blocks or so. Once you see the Pearl on the left, you're there. There's three or four good places along that section. I like the one on the left about half way to the next street. Good music, they've got some decent American beers and great atmosphere. Look for the brown building. Kenji shook his head at the description and tucked the paper back in his pocket as he got onto the elevator. It stopped another half a dozen times, letting on various tourists of both Western and Eastern descent, as well as a few who appeared to be businessmen of some sort, based on their suits. When he stepped out onto the street, he was glad to note that it wasn't too warm or too cold. He frowned at the temperature on the clock down the road and tried to do the conversion from celsius to fahrenheit. He was fairly sure he did it wrong because it didn't feel like anything close to ninety degrees. He shrugged it off and crossed the street when the light changed. It only took him a few minutes to get to the Pearl. He glanced up at the big glass corner then passed it up. The streets here were narrow and crowded. It was well past sunset and many of the doors were open, most with music blasting out. A few of them had women loitering in the doorway calling to the passersby in a mix of Korean and broken English. Kenji wasn't positive, but he was fairly sure he'd heard a few of them say something about loving them "long time." He frowned, but kept walking until he found the place that Phillips had sent him to. He paused outside and glanced either way at the ones on each side, but they all looked about the same to him. Someone opened the door, Kenji heard Live spill out into the night and figured it was as good a place as any. What he really wanted that night was to get drunk. He'd had a miserable afternoon. After hanging up with Izumo, he'd taken another shower, redressed and headed out to check out the shops. Except everything he saw was just a reminder of his boyfriend. He found things he would have liked to send home, but everything he picked up, he second guessed. He ended up buying a small dragon on a chain that he liked after spending way too much time staring at something he had no business even contemplating. Wedding rings. Hell, he didn't even know if they could get married in Monoshizukanohi. And it wasn't fair to Izumo to even think about that until he was out of the army. He'd stepped away from the rings, found the dragon and bought it and went in search of food. There'd been a nice noodle place that smelled good and he'd enjoyed his dinner, finally pulling himself out of his morose mood. It didn't last, though, when he got back to his room and saw the pictures on the bedside table. He'd spent another half an hour contemplating the evening ahead and decided he didn't want to spend the whole thing in the room again missing his boyfriend. So instead, he found himself looking around the dim, smoky room. It wasn't huge. He guessed it was about the size of the mess hall back on the post - big enough to fit a couple hundred people comfortably. There were at least double that at the moment. A long bar ran the length of the wall to his right. A hallway on the other end led to what Kenji assumed was the bathrooms and office and the rest of the panelled walls were lined with booths. The main part of the room was filled with tables except for a smallish space in one corner, obviously an afterthought of a dance floor. Kenji approached the bar and found a seat at the end, which suited him just fine. He caught the bartender's attention, spotted a bottle of familiar whiskey on the shelves behind the bar and pointed toward it. It was too loud to acutally speak, but the guy apparently got the drift. Kenji also pointed to the Heineken tap and a moment later, he had a shot of whiskey and a beer. The shot disappeared with only a minor cough and then he sipped at the beer, which wasn't his favorite, but it was familiar and he was glad of it. He'd sampled Korean beer and had been singularly unimpressed, thus far. He let his eyes wander around the room, watching the small groups of people. He saw quite a few Americans, a number of soldiers from the base - recognizable even in civvies for their really short hair and fit physique - as well as plenty of Korean men. All of the women he saw were Korean, but that didn't really surprise him as the number of Western women he'd seen, in general, was low. There were a few, but most of them had been shopping earlier in the day and were likely in the spas or hotel rooms at this time. Live gave way to Pearl Jam and as Eddie Vedder sang about Jeremy speaking in class, Kenji signaled for another shot of whiskey. Just as it was delivered, he found the seat next to him emptying but before they were more than a foot away, it was occupied again. Kenji didn't even pay a lot of attention until the small Korean woman leaned forward and smiled at him. He smiled back in what he hoped was a polite, but not overly-friendly way and downed the next shot of whiskey. He felt it burn a path down his throat and he took another sip of his beer to chase it. The woman leaned forward again and Kenji, unable to ignore her this time, turned to be greeted by a full view of the woman's cleavage. He blinked a moment, then realized what he was looking at and quickly turned back to his beer. She leaned a little closer and he tried to scoot away, but she simply moved with him. He blinked over at her again and her smiled widened. "Hello," she greeted him. He couldn't really hear her over the music and decided not to try to talk. He simply nodded and her smile turned what he guessed was supposed to be sultry. "You buy drink?" She asked and he hesitated. There was no way he was going to be able to discourage her if he actually bought her a drink. "Uh..." he started and nearly slapped himself on the forehead. "I'm, uh... well..." he said, stumbling over his words for a moment. He frowned, frustrated with himself. "I'm not, uh, looking for company," he finished and turned back to his beer, which he emptied, then waved at the bartender for another. He felt movement next to him and started to breathe a sigh of relief that she was leaving him alone. He'd heard rumors about some of the women who went to the bars in the district to attract the soldiers. And entirely aside from the fact that he was already in love with someone, he wasn't intersted in women and even further, he wasn't interested in getting involved with a Korean woman he'd never be able to talk to. He was surprised a moment later, however, when, instead of her sliding off of the stool to find an easier mark, she laid a hand on his arm. He looked over at her and frowned again. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm just really not good company," he tried again. She smiled up at him, though, in what he was sure was a seductive manner and her hand dropped from his arm to his leg and slid along it. He cleared his throat, and sighed but before he could speak, her brows scrunched up briefly then they cleared. "Oh! I know! One minute!" She said into his ear and hopped off of the stool. He blinked after her, then shook his head, just grateful that she was gone. The bartender brought his beer and third shot of whiskey and Kenji busied himself with counting out the won to pay so he didn't notice the empty stool filling again. It wasn't until he'd downed the shot and sipped at his beer that he saw what could only be a teenage boy sitting next to him. The boy looked to be no more than maybe sixteen, at most, though Kenji knew that they often looked younger than they were. The boy smiled at him and leaned in. "You buy drink?" He asked and Kenji blinked at the boy, briefly confused. He was cute, Kenji would have had to have been dead to not notice that and the fact that the boy was fit. He had long-ish silky-looking hair, big dark eyes and dimples in his cheeks. He wore a tight t-shirt that showed off a well-toned chest and snug jeans that hugged. Kenji couldn't see more than that and he was fairly sure he didn't want to, either. Because he was pretty damned sure that the ass this kid had was very nice. But as his eyes trailed back up the boy's body, the light bulb went on in his alcohol-addled brain and he realized that the woman had figured out his preferences. This boy was her replacement. And Kenji would have bet a full paycheck that the boy wasn't looking for a long-term date. His cock twitched in his pants despite himself and he forced himself to turn back to his beer for a brief moment. It had been easy to turn the woman away, but it was much more difficult to turn the boy away. In no small part because the slanted eyes and round cheeks reminded him forcibly of Kotetsu. He took another drink of his beer then turned back and gave the boy a weak smile. "I told your, uh, friend, that I'm not really in the mood for company." "I'm very good company," the boy replied, smile widening and Kenji paused when that only made him think more of Kotetsu. He met the dark eyes and took in the ridiculously young-looking face and had to force himself to turn back to his beer. He knew that some of the guys on the post - even a few of them with girlfriends back home - came out to the city and found girls for the night. He had no idea that this was where they came for it and maybe they didn't come to this particular place, but he suspected that's exactly why he'd been referred here - or, at least, this block of bars. So he figured they'd probably been to these very places before. What the other guys did or didn't do was none of his business. But Kenji had just talked to his own boyfriend that morning and had just asked for them to move in when he was out of the army. He wasn't about to do that in the morning then fuck some stranger that night. That just wasn't who he was, even if he missed being with another person - missed it insanely. But Izumo had just told him about turning down the very thing Kenji was being offered - because they were together. And the reminder was enough to give him the fortitude to turn back to the boy. "Thank you, but no. I am attached and happily so." The boy considered him for a long moment, then nodded. "Good luck to you. We can just drink, if you like." Kenji frowned, then shook his head. "Look, I'm sorry. I'll buy you a drink if you want, but I think I just want to be alone." "But no one should drink alone," the boy insisted, frowning. Kenji sighed. "Look -- uh... whatever your name is -- I appreciate that, really. But I really do want to just be alone." "Jae," he offered and Kenji's eyebrows scrunched up in puzzlement. "My name is Jae," the boys said with a smile. "And we can just sit here" Kenji didn't understand the insistence unless the end result was still to get him into bed. Because he knew that he was already too close to drunk to risk that, he turned back to his beer. He downed the rest of it, waved to the bartender and handed over a few won with instructions to buy the boy whatever then slid off the stool and stumbled toward what he assumed were the restrooms. Except when he went through the door he found, he discovered another alley instead of the bathrooms. He found a quiet corner and relieved himself, then turned and started walking, hoping that perhaps he could find just a regular bar. A few doors later, he heard some Nirvana through another entrance and stepped through. The number of women in this bar was even fewer and Kenji had hopes that he'd be left alone to drink. Another barstool, another mimed order for whiskey and beer and he was blessedly by himself for a bit. But it didn't last and by the time he'd finished his first beer and was starting on the second, another woman who looked crazily like the first - or perhaps that was the alcohol flowing through his system - took the stool next to him. She smiled up at him, but before she could speak, he held a hand up and shook his head. She tilted her own head and leaned in and Kenji sighed. He turned and spoke into her ear as clearly as he could. "I just want to drink alone." She frowned, then opened her mouth to speak and Kenji, having had enough, raised his hand again, drank the rest of his second beer in one long drink and got up. He managed to find the same door he entered by, but he wasn't sure which way was the hotel. He paused in the street and frowned as he considered each direction. As he did, a neon sign in a nearby storefront caught his attention. He couldn't read the Korean, but the English was perfectly understandable - Ink & Metal and he nodded to himself. With the mental image of Izumo's name on his arm, he stumbled toward the shop.
Something was trying to pound its way through Kenji's temples. With a groan, he rolled to his side and pulled the pillow over his face. He really hated the fact that his body insisted on waking him at dawn every single day. Though... dawn seemed awfully bright that morning. But he didn't care - his head hurt too badly and the sweater that was growing in his mouth meant he had no interest whatsoever in opening it or his eyelids, so he burrowed under the covers and pillow and tried to go back to sleep. But by this time, his bladder had a different opinion and sleep was impossible. With another loud groan, he flopped back over onto his back, keeping is eyes carefully squeezed shut. The pounding in his temples got worse for a moment then subsided again while he stayed still. But he knew that wouldn't last forever, especially since his bladder was making things even more difficult. With a sigh and another groan, he forced himself into a sitting position with his eyes still closed then managed to make it to his feet. He cracked his right eye just enough to cross the room and not run into anything but didn't open them at all until he was in the dark bathroom. It was just bright enough to see what he was doing, so he was able to lift the seat without turning on the light. When he pushed his boxers aside, something caught funny and he frowned. He looked down, but couldn't see in the low light. With a sigh, he hit the light switch and winced at the piercing pain that crossed his forehead, slamming his eyes closed immediately. When he was sure he could open them without them feeling like they were falling out of his head, he parted the lids. Finally looking down, he pulled his boxers aside again and stared. There, sticking out of the end of his cock... was a silver ring. He blinked at it for a full minute, at a complete loss. He pulled the tip of his cock up so he could see it better and sure enough, there was a silver ring going through it. He blinked again, then stared off into space for a moment, trying to remember where or how he'd managed to get his cock pierced. He vaguely remembered the bars - both of them - and the two women trying to pick him up. His frown deepened as he tried to piece together the events of the night before. There was the boy who'd offered company and then the alley... The light bulb went on when he remembered the ink shop. He was going to get a tattoo. He turned to look at his arms, but neither had anything on it except the dragon he'd gotten before basic. He shook his head and stared down at his cock again. He'd gone in for a tat - was going to get Izumo's name on his arm - and ended up with a piercing instead. His bladder took that moment to remind him it needed to be emptied and he turned toward the toilet to do his business. He scowled when he made a mess and realized that it was probably the new jewelry. With a grumble, he cleaned it up then headed back into the main part of the room. After sitting - gingerly so as not to jar his head - on the bed again, he examined his cock. It didn't hurt, though it was possible his head just hurt too much to feel it. Even going to the bathroom didn't cause any problems - except the mess. He'd have to work on that. He looked over at the side table and there was a bottle and a piece of paper. Half of it was in Korean and the other half was in broken English, but he read enough to know it was instructions for how to care for the piercing. He laid it back down and stared down at his cock for another long moment, then shrugged. No point in taking it out. The army didn't care as long as it didn't cause health problems and wasn't visible. That decided, he lay back down and his eye caught the picture of Izumo next to the phone. And despite his headache, his smile spread into a grin as he remembered his promise. He couldn't wait for the phone call after that particular mail made it back to Monoshizukanohi.
"ZU! Mail!" Kotetsu called as he kicked the front door closed. He set the bills that belonged to their mom on the hall table and held the envelope addressed to Izumo toward the hallway. A second later, it was snatched out of his hand. Izumo didn't speak, simply tore the envelope open and tugged the paper out. His face split into a grin as he read. There were the normal comments about roommates and the other guys in his unit, as well as more about his job. I'll be starting college, he added. There's a place here on the base that I can take classes at. I can transfer them to another college when I'm through with my tour, so I figure that wherever you're going, I'll transfer my classes there. He skimmed the next portion, talking about majors and network administration then stopped at the next paragraph. While I was off base, I picked up an instant camera like Tetsu's. The film here is cheap. I'll send a few boxes when I do the next package. In the mean time, I took a couple of pictures for you. They're not nearly as good as yours since I had to take them myself, but I hope you like them. Izumo looked into the envelope again and turned it upside down to spill out the two photographs still inside. He lifted the first and grinned when he saw Kenji's ass in a mirror. There was a flash at the top where Kenji's face would be, but Izumo would know that ass anywhere. The second picture gave him pause and he blinked for a very long moment at it. "What's up?" Kotetsu asked, leaning in. Izumo looked up at his best friend and started laughing. Kotetsu's eyebrows went up and he waited as Izumo got himself together. "Kenji got a... souvenir when he was off the base that one weekend." "Oh?" Kotetsu asked and leaned in again. When he saw the picture, his mouth dropped open. "Well, hell. That's..." "Hot. Sexy. Holy fuck, is it time for him to visit yet?" Izumo asked, staring at the silver ring in his lover's cock. "No. Two more months," Kotetsu said, eyes still fixed to the picture. "Damn. I can't wait..." "To feel that in your ass, right?" Kotetsu asked, snickering. "Fuck. Yes." Izumo laughed and looked back at the picture. "I have a letter to write." Kotetsu laughed as Izumo hurried down the hall. "Tell him--" "You think it's hot, yes," Izumo called back as he sat at his desk. He pulled out paper and pen and paused to look at the facial expression Kenji had in the picture. Kenji looked apprehensive and Izumo ran his finger down the two dimensional cheek. "Don't worry so, baby. I'll love you, no matter what you do," he whispered, then started writing.
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