Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]
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				Title: <strong>Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 05:48:25</strong>
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				He was glad that he didn't have to put on the full costume quite yet. There was the makeup first - no chances of smearing the white face powder onto his robes that way - and then the hair. While an assistant dipped his head back and combed scented oils through it, tying it neatly up in an elaborate style with red silk strips and small winding golden wires. The haircombs could go in when he was done with makeup. He picked up the white brush and quickly began to apply it over the high curve of an exotic cheekbone, along his face, down his neck until it left two deliciously revealing strips of bare, milky skin in a soft V on his neck. Once his face was matte and white as the stage required, he picked up a black brush with a faintly trembling hand, taking a breath to steady it. He smoothed it on, then, along his eyes to line them and flicking slightly at the corner, the soft pinkish dots of color laid above his eyes. A coat of mascara - a modern touch - that he didn't apply himself but let the assistant put on. <br><br>Then came the lips, which he took the most care with. He drew a tempting little cupids bow curved into the faintest of smiles, but it truly traced the shape of his own lips, as though his face were built for his roles as a female onstage. <br><br>"Naoki, get dressed! We're onstage in an hour!"<br><br>He got up gracefully, righting the mostly sheer white robe he wore to cover him, reaching into a modern shoulder bag that still held his textbooks. He was acting full time but was taking university classes online with a special dispensation because of his night job, onstage, and he still needed to study. He made sure his cellphone was tucked in there as well and then hurried back to where his rich kimonos were already laid out and waiting for him.<br><br>The head of the theatre, the man who had adopted him and taken him in and who he hated more than anything, was watching him with cold eyes.<br><br>"There are many powerful men out there tonight." <br><br>Naoki rolled his eyes and he put on the next three robes, all with different collars, then the red and white collar of a maiko, a geisha in training. That was the role he'd be playing for the day. With that came the fabulously elaborate outer kimono, with the long trailing sleeves of an apprentice, a stunningly beautiful navy piece with a golden river running down the side. He was supposed to be a geisha that worked and lived near a river and it was reflected in his outfit, with a rich red and gold obi cinched across his waist. He winced as they tied the elaborate tail - the kimono itself was thirty pounds and the obi added another thirty so he was wearing about half of his weight in clothing - and balanced himself on an assistant while they slid the black lacquered geta towards his feet and he slipped them on.<br><br>Even in the elaborate costume, placing the combs in his hair, he was tiny.<br><br>There was a delicate fall of silvery and golden flowers falling down his comb and brushing his cheek, another one with a silver fan and the falls from each spine of the tiny fan tinkling merrily. Two elaborate tortoiseshell haircombs - a present from a patron - adorned the elaborate hair that made his head bend forwards in a pleasingly submissive way. <br><br>"Do well. This is your debut." <br><br>"I know that, Uncle."<br><br>Takehashi was hardly his Uncle but he called him that because Father didn't seem right and as he'd been adopted when he was six, all because of his beauty and the way he'd acted, how the other man had had an eye for talent and he'd seen it in Naoki.<br><br>He could hear the audience heading in and as the lights dimmed he shuffled gracefully onstage, each step delicate. <br><br>The performance was astounding, as he'd practiced for it to be, and he could see the women in the front row had tears in their eyes as the love of his life - a travelling samurai - left him for good. His dances were heart-rending, his voice sweet as sugar, flicking the sleeves of his kimono back and forth tantalizingly. Each sweep of his eyes, while sweetly sorrowful, had a seduction that very few men could pull off onstage and certainly none as young as the twenty year old Naoki, already a rising star in kabuki theatre. <br><br>The play ended with Naoki killing himself, singing a song of complete and utter loss, his dance becoming faster and faster as his character descended into madness, the two fans he danced with flying in elaborate flips and turns that few trained geisha could pull off these days. <br><br>The curtain fell as Naoki flipped his head back and curved his spine, falling to his knees in a position that his tightly-tied obi shouldn't have allowed, spine bent beautifully so that his hair nearly brushed the ground, fingers folded across the spread fans fluttering with his 'dying' breaths.<br><br>The curtain dropped and immediately, the applause was thunderous. <br><br>Exhausted, Naoki got to his feet with a bent knee and a bend of his head, Takehashi coming out to take his own applause for finding this actor. Naoki stood, trembling slightly from exertion, smiling shyly and bowing properly and traditionally to the audience. He was hustled offstage and a white fox fur throw was tossed over his trembling shoulders before he was shunted out of the wings and into the grand reception room of the theatre where sake and traditional food was being served. Naoki wanted to leave, now. He'd performed his bit, and he never really knew how to speak to the powerful men and women who filtered in and around the smoky bar, as he stood there glittering in the mostly-dark room like a jewel in his kimono.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 17:50:13</strong>
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				He sat back in his chair and gazed blankly at the empty stage, his midnight eyes hooded and lack-luster. These meetings were getting tedious and he was starting to feel like a prize cat that the company brought out to show off and be coo'd over by others. Masato Takeshi was a business genius, there was no doubt about that. He had saved his little company from bankrupcy and made it one of the most successful in the whole of Japan. But was he starting to regret it, just a little? It had gotten to a point where he actually didn't remember the last time he did a full hard day's work. It was al business meetings where he was expected to just sit there and be a figure-head and then there were these company outings in which he had to attend to keep up moral. <br><br>He was bored.<br><br>A soft sigh escaped his full lips as the rest of his company and members of the public wandered in and found their seats. One of his area managers patted him on the shoulder in excitement and pointed towards the still empty stage.<br><br>"We're supposed to be in for a real treat tonight! The young man who will be performing for us is supposed to be spectacular."<br><br>Masato grunted and ran his long fingers idly through his business short jet black hair.<br><br>"I can hardly wait..."<br><br>His cold voice dripping with sarcasm was enough to shut the other man up, and finally the lights dimmed and the petite figure laden in heavu kimono shuffled delicately on stage. He was pretty for a boy, that could not be denied, but there was a lot of&nbsp; pretty boys in the theater, it didn't make this boy different.<br><br>The business man slouched further into his seat and settled to go to sleep. He had seen this particular play a hundred times before, he knew the story off by heart and he did not wish to sit through yet another reel of hammy acting and over the top singing.<br><br>Then the boy began to dance. <br><br>Masato found himself entranced. He sat up straighter in his seat watching the graceful movements and marvelling at the sweetness of his voice. By the end of the performance, he was sat on the edge of his seat just staring at the stage whilst those around him wildly applauded. Never before had he seen this play performed with such emotion and such talent. <br>He found himself beign ushered into the grand reception room and sat himself at the head of the table. The entire room went on as if he wasn't really there as he held out his cup to be filled with sake and tried to drown out the sound of the two Geisha fawning all over him.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 19:13:08</strong>
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				Naoki's uncle smarmed his way through the crowd until he reached Naoki lingering at the back of the dark room, and he pressed a calloused hand painfully hard against the small of his back, "Go and thank the business men or I'll whip you myself." <br><br>Naoki scowled, but righted his face at another dark look from his Uncle, and gracefully trailed through the center of the room. He was almost immediately swarmed and he accepted the small gifts as graciously as he could - a thousand dollar hair comb here, a diamond bracelet there - while his Uncle made sure to note who had given what. <br><br>He bowed politely and hid coquettish little smiles behind his fan, dark eyes playfully teasing. <br><br>His kimono glittered in the light, and it was clear that it was priceless, and that it was actually his. It wasn't a rented costume - it was the real deal - and it belonged to the troupe that he was the star of. He lifted his kimono to walk, giving just a flash of the inner lining, a teasing little glance. It was as if he was steeped in grace. <br><br>Finally he made his way up to the head table but he was careful to make each person he talked to feel as though he cared only for them. There were many rich men there vying for his attention, though they knew that under the robes and the powder and the beautiful, lacquer-black hair, that he was male. He slid past them and up to the head table, where one of the geisha gave up her place and he slipped in between Masato and another businessman.<br><br>He pressed his fingers together in a diamond on the floor, lowering his head politely, sinking into a deep bow. <br><br>"Thank you so much for taking time from your busy schedule to come and see our performance, gentlemen. We are indebted to you for your favor to us." <br><br>He raised his head and though he didn't seem to plan it, the faint golden light highlighted the delicate bone structure and the wide, almond eyes. There was a lingering innocence under his coquettish and playful nature and the tiny smile toying on the ends of his lips was inviting without being improper. "I am Naoki," he said, going by his simple first name. His last name was, legally, Takehashi but he didn't ever use it. He'd taken his "Uncle's" name when adopted but he didn't really like to think of himself as a part of that family. "May I pour you some sake? Tea?"<br><br>He wanted to pour their drinks then excuse himself to talk to someone else and then flee to the wraparound balcony. <br><br>He wanted some fresh air and he wanted to check his cellphone to see if anyone had texted him. <br><br>He didn't want to take off the kimono quite yet - he loved the luxurious weight as painful as it was on his spine - but he wanted to get away from his Uncle and the men milling around him with their simpering touches. He wanted someone for himself that was truly powerful - and not like these worn-down, spongy old men. Takeshi, he noted, was different. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 19:37:10</strong>
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				Masato pointedly glared at the other businessman, who quickly took the hint and gave the more powerful man a cheeky, drunken wink before struggling to his feet and ambling off to find the Geisha who had given up her seat to the stunning Kabuki actor. Knowing that other's would be watching, he allowed a flirtatious little smile to play on his lips as he seductively lowered his lips to the beautiful young man's ear. His voice however, was cold as ice. <br><br>"Stop bowing and simpering at my feet and sit up. You are beautiful, that cannot be denied, and your ability to dance and sing... well, I have never seen anything like it. However, I wonder if you have a thought in that pretty little head of yours that is your own. I wonder how many pretty little trinkets I would have to give you, or how much money I would have to line the pockets of that gentleman over there to get you in my bed."<br><br>He sat back and gave another flirtatious smirk to make his collegues and the other Geisha think that he had said something naughty, and perhaps a little outragious. Hold out his sake cup to the young Kabuki actor he waited for him to fill it before continuing to speak in hushed tones.<br><br>"I cannot abide stupid people, and I will not sit here and allow you to compliment me and fawn over me in the hopes that I will throw a shiney new toy your way. If you wish to engage me in an interesting conversation, then by all means stay. If you simply wish to be a cock-tease, then go and find someone else to play with."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 19:57:07</strong>
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				The pretty little smile playing on Naoki's lips never left but his eyes fluttered shut as he took a moment to compose himself when he heard the cold voice sneaking into his ear. He knew better than to betray what the other man had said to him. He had his own thoughts, of course, but rarely was allowed to voice them or act on them. When the slightly older man looked at him and told him that if they wanted to talk, he could stay, but if he just wanted to tease then he should go, he looked up in surprise. <br><br>He seemed relieved, if tentative, not certain what he was supposed to say for the first time in his life. <br><br>He poured hot sake from the hot porcelain and nearly dropped the holding cloth when he burned the edge of his thumb because he wasn't quite paying attention to anything but the man in front of him. He'd been hooked like a salmon jumping upriver, derailed from his usual, smooth-as-silk demeanor. <br><br>"An interesting conversation? That's a new request. Normally theatre-goers don't want me to be anything different than my character."<br><br>He tilted his head up, voice still sweet, soft. It was as though all the mannerisms of how to be graceful and delicate had been drilled into him so that they were like breathing. He let his mind turn as he tried to think of what the other man found interesting, and then decided to venture a tentative moral question that he'd heard his teacher in University tossing about but he'd been too shy to actually answer in front of the few classes he got to attend. "In business, do you think its more advantageous to befriend small businessmen and boost them up to being your parters, taking longer to build your business, or do you think it's more advantageous to shut them down or buy them out so that you're the sole head of your company?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 20:09:34</strong>
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				And almost gentle smile ventured onto those full lips, and his dark eyes warmed a little. He could see that he had thrown the young man a little and that he had positioned him so that he was out of his element. He had known geisha who had giggled girlishly and tried to get him to play silly drinking games when he had been blunt with them, or gotten upset and simply walked away. But the boy was trying and that was enough to perk his interest.<br><br>"Where is the pride and honour in simply barging in there like a wayward warrior and simply ripping away something that someone has worked so hard to build? If you want something in this life, you work at it. You build it with your own two hands and you devote your life to it as if it was your only child. Now, I started this company when I was too young to truely understand what I was doing and it nearly ruined me. But I learned from my mistakes, and I worked hard to create something I am truly proud of. Even if things get a little tedious at times."<br><br>He chuckled and sipped his sake before moving over a little and adding another cushing to his seat.<br><br>"Come now, I will not have you sitting on the floor. I am sure that Kimono is not worth mere pennies. Now, forget what I just said. i want you to answer your own question."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 20:26:01</strong>
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				Naoki listened carefully and nodded as the other man gave his answer. As cold as his voice had sounded, he seemed surprisingly compassionate when it came to business and he had an idea that the other man might not be quite as cold as he seemed under his hard shell. He paused and then thoughtfully pressed his lips together for just a moment before slowly relaxing them, not wanting to smudge his flawless makeup. He could hear the pride glowing in the other man's voice as he talked about his company and it made him smile slightly.<br><br>"It's a hard question. I'm not really sure..." he started, more tentative and more serious than most geisha would have been but perhaps that was what was enchanting about him, "I've never run a business. I think, though...I think that I would only help small businesses that were going to do me some greater good. Any company that had an executive that was too hard to work with, or who demanded more money...I'd run them out of business, I think. That way people would see that I was willing to help others but that it wasn't guaranteed. That they would have to work hard to keep me happy. Harder than they'd ever done before."<br><br>He shifted onto the offered pillow with a politely bowed head, and his cheeks were slightly flushed, as though he hadn't really had a chance to put out an opinion like that before.<br><br>He flushed slightly and adjusted his kimono with a loving care. <br><br>"I'm sorry. You probably didn't want to hear all of that. I suppose I got a bit carried away." The idea of power was intoxicating to him and he would have done anything to get it but Takehashi kept such a tight chokehold on him that he hadn't really had a chance to flourish on his own. <br><br>He sighed softly, inaudibly, and it was barely noticeable when he saw Takehashi watching them through narrowed eyes. He looked ready to intervene, to tug his ward away from Masato, if only because he wouldn't want the other men to think that Naoki was playing favorites.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 20:37:07</strong>
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				His eyes twinkled as he listened to Naoki's answer. He had to press his lips hard together to stop himself from grinning or perhaps laughing out loud. He liked that this young man was finally speaking freely with him, even though he seemed a little nervous. It was to be expected though, people who found themselves in the business Naoki did had to work hard to please their patrons.<br>Briefly looking away from the young Kabuki actor, he noted Naoki's guardian looking over every now and then. Perhaps he was just worried about his charge, but despite not having done anything untoward, the other man seemed to be glaring at him as if he were pawing at the priceless Kimono and the boy within it.<br><br>"Well now, it seems that you would make a fair, yet ruthless businessman, Naoki. Perhaps you should think hard about your options? What would you do with a business of your own? What kind of empire would you build? A sharp mind is wasted in the theater. Build your empire, Naoki, and I shall look forward to doing battle with you."<br><br>He chuckled and shook his head before finishing his Sake and carefully, gracefully standing.<br><br>"Come. I hear this place has exquisit gardens and I wish to see them. You will show me."
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 20:55:04</strong>
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				Naoki smiled at the compliment when told that he'd make a good businessman and that he should re-evaluate his priorities as far as a life in theatre went. He knew that theatre wouldn't give him a particularly affluent future but it was all that he'd known. All the same, the idea of playing out a grand battle over an empire of his own appealed in a very raw way to him, making him seem to light from the inside and his dark eyes to glow like dots of jet glittering darkly, intelligently, under those lush lashes. <br><br>He rose gracefully, tossing tiny diamonds of light from the river curling down his side in golden thread and disappearing into the garden of reeds at his hem, raising the train so that it wouldn't get caught on his shoes or dirtied on the path they'd walk down.<br><br>Takehashi bobbed his head towards them in what was clearly a gesture for Naoki to take his leave and tend to the other clients.<br><br>Naoki tilted his nose up in an imperious little gesture, seeming to step into his skin as the most desired performer of his generation, and walked right past the other man while leading Masato into the enchanting gardens. There would be hell to pay for that little decision later but his blood was still boiling with the idea of his own empire, ambition glittering in his eyes though he didn't know where to direct it, unbelievably pleased with that idea as it tossed and turned in his mind.<br><br>It was like a dream, vaporous, disappearing on the air that hung heavy with the scent of waxy white flowers. The garden was lush with life, and the peonies had exploded into bloom, dancing on their stems in the green bushes. He trailed down the white stone path, pausing at each golden pool of light cast by the tiny lanterns. <br><br>"I love it out here," he said softly as the crickets sang their song. It wasn't quite summer yet but it would be soon. The Tokyo air was surprisingly fresh and sweet with all of these flowers around and a creek babbled alongside the bushes, properly fake as the building required but lovely nonetheless. "Tell me about yourself," he said softly, turning to face Masato, "I know you're in business, but...what is your name? Are you from Tokyo?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 21:20:57</strong>
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				He could feel himself relaxing a little as they stepped out of the noise and chaos of the reception room. he really was more of a one on one person, and never really knew what to do in a crowd. They made him uncomfortable and grouchy. He took off his black Armani suit jacket and rested it in the crook of his arm. The older businessman was about to fulfill the young Kabuki actor's request, when a giggling young Geisha girl came shuffling out of the reception room and took hold of his arm.<br><br>"Why Takeshi-Kun! What are you doing out here with this <em>man?</em> The party is in there, Takeshi-Kun, not out here with the painted <em>man!</em> You do know he's a <em>man</em> don't you, Takeshi-Kun?"<br><br>Every time she said the word 'Man' her voice seemed to get higher and shriller, as if she really couldn't believe that Masato could make such a silly mistake. She clung to his amr a little harder and drunkenly tried to drag him back into the building.<br>Masato turned cold, sharp jet eyes on the young woman and her own black-lined eyes widened a little.<br><br>"Did I request a silly, rude Geisha with no head for Sake?"<br><br>His voice was dangerously soft and he gently, but firmly loosened her grip on his arm and stepped away from her. <br><br>"I think you owe my companion an apology and then you should leave, as despite being male, he has been far more enchanting company than the long boring hours I ever spent with you."<br><br>The young Geisha stared at him with tears in her eyes, before shooting a daggered look at Naoki and storming back into the room. Masota sighed and shook his head before offering his arm to the young Kabuki actor and carrying on down the path.<br><br>"I suppose I should tell you to call me Mr Takeshi, or Takeshi-San, but Masota will do just fine for you. Now. where were we, oh yes, you asked about myself. I am afraid there is not much to tell. i had an average up bringing, I worked hard in my father's business then decided I wanted to start my own company. What about you? How did you end up in the theatre?"
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 21:45:35</strong>
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				One of the trainee geisha, a silly little maiko with no knowledge of how to drink, stumbled out and grabbed Masato. His kimono was more beautiful than hers, his face and mannerisms more beautiful than hers, his poise greater and more trained into him than it apparently was into her. He winced with each pointed word, 'man', making it sound like he was the most horrible little thing for tossing on a kimono and prancing about. She didn't understand how hard he trained, that he put in even more hours than she did, and was still working on a university degree. He watched as the other man gently loosened the other woman and was careful not to hurt her, but he was so cold, cold as a deep freeze hitting the North. <br><br>"Enemies everywhere," he said with a soft sigh as she shot him a look that would have speared him through had he been weaker willed.<br><br>He took Masato's arm, glad that the other man had rid them of the girl, hooking his arm over the other man's and resting his slim fingers atop his sleeve. "I appreciate your allowing me to call you by your first name," he said quietly, walking carefully down the path and turning to look up at the other man. He wanted to know more about Takeshi's business but he paused to answer the question.<br><br>"Well...it's a rather embarrassing story, actually. My father and mother are from Akita, way up in the north. They're...old fashioned, you could say. We were poor, and when Mr. Takehashi came searching for new players for the theatre, they sold me to him. I mean, on paper and as far as things go legally I was adopted by Mr. Takehashi, but my parents got a handsome payment for selling me. I worked as a servant, scrubbing floors and doing laundry."<br><br>He shrugged slightly, "I attended a basic primary school and middle school, but in highschool he noticed me growing and he decided that I'd do well onstage, so he got me a set of books and I homeschooled myself." <br><br>He then tilted his head up as a breeze came by and he took in a deep breath of the sweet air to let it play over his tongue.<br><br>"I worked for a few years and then I made my debut onstage." He smiled faintly, "That's about it. I don't get to get out much or to do too much. Well, I'm learning guitar. But that's just me teaching myself and I'm just starting to get halfway decent."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 22:18:51</strong>
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				The man felt himself tensing up as the young Kabuki actor told him that he was practically sold into slavery. He felt he had a few choice words to say to the boy's parents, but he didn't think it would do any good and he doubted that Naoki would thank him for it. It wasn't that he was naive to this kind of practice, but the thought of it just made him angry. He didn't understand it, and if he was honest with himself he didn't want to understand it either.<br><br>"And you are alright with this? You were, 'adopted' as you put it, and brought up to be put on stage. Brought up to be lusted after by other men. Men giving you pretty gifts and paying you for your time. Is this ok with you? Is this how you see your life? There is no doubt that you are very talented, and you are very good at your trade, but do you enjoy it?"<br><br>Masota was quiet for a few moments before sighing heavily and shaking his head.<br><br>"I apologise if you find me rude, but when I saw you stood in that corner before your guardian pushed you into being sociable, you didn't look happy. You didn't look like you enjoyed your lot in life, and so I wonder why you still do it. How old are you, Naoki? You must be old enough to make your own path despite your youthful appearence."
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 22:34:47</strong>
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				Naoki shrugged slightly when asked if he was alright with his lot in life. It was a movement slightly out of keeping with his beautiful kimono and his made-up face. He gave a small smile when his life was described so accurately and so succinctly by the other man. He knew that at some point Takehashi wanted to start selling him out to the men who had been buzzing around him for years but he had been quite deft at avoiding it.<br><br>"I'll be nineteen tomorrow," he said quietly, pausing before saying anything else.<br><br>When they reached the little carp pond he unwound his arm from Masato's and knelt by the side of the pond, running his fingers over the surface of the pond, letting the fish nibble at the ends, "I'm not unhappy. Well. I like being onstage. I love the costumes and the feeling of stepping into another character's life. I don't like what comes after it, or the way he runs my life. I want to join a big troupe that goes on the huge stages. One where I can really be a star and work at festivals and maybe even be a star in my own right."<br><br>He looked up and gave a little smile, "But...Takehashi owns me. I'd never be able to get away from him."<br><br>He ran his finger over the surface and watched a carp struggle to catch him, "He tells me that I'm like these carp. They're pretty in the pond but if you put them in a river they have to fight and they become hideous and bloated and they lose their shine." He looked up and then paused for a second, "He's got me indebted to him for...God, for more than I'd say I'm worth. Kimonos that he's bought me, schooling, room and board and education fees and..." <br><br>He looked up at Masato, "I really shouldn't be telling you all this. I should be pouring you sake and flirting and such."<br><br>He pushed his finger into the water and the carp scattered. He stood, then, giving a small smile. "Let's talk about something more fun. I'm boring," he said, waving his hand, "Let's talk about something more interesting. What do you like to do for fun?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 23:14:23</strong>
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				Nineteen years old. So very very young. It bothered him when he saw older men chasing after much younger girls, but he couldn't understand why it seemed to bother him more that these older men were chasing this much younger boy. Perhaps it was his old fashioned up bringing battling against his own secret, private preferences. He wasn't an old man, not by a long shot. But at 31 he was quite a bit older than the beautiful young Kabuki actor before him.<br><br>He watched silently as Naoki sat beside the pool and trailed his delicate fingers across the water. He simply listened to what the young man had to say, not trusting himself to speak just yet as he feared his anger would over-spill and drown them both.<br>Deep down, wasn't he the same as those men? As Naoki's guardian? He found the young man very beautiful, his performance on stage was captivating and he found that beneath all the makeup and the Kimono there was a sharp, brilliant mind. Was it so wrong to wish for companionship such as this?<br><br>Frowning slightly at what Naoki had said, he found himself reaching down and gently, but firmly taking hold of his wrist and silently urging the young Kabuki actor to look at him. He gazed into those soulful, almond shaped eyes and his frown deepened slightly. His voice was soft, yet stern and their faces were mere inches apart.<br><br>"I do not want flirting and Sake... this... I just want this..."<br><br>Catching hold of his senses, he cleared his throat and quickly let go. Tucking his hands into his pockets he slowly paced back and forth along-side the pool sorting out his jumbled thoughts and flighty emotions.<br><br>"What do I do for fun? Well, unfortunatly my job does not allow much in the way of free time. But when I do get a spare few hours, I must say I do like to watch Kabuki plays. Not the ones that i get dragged to on business meetings and such, but those little theaters. Somewhere I can just settle quietly for a few hours and watch the dancing. I do very much enjoy watching the dancing."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 23:47:33</strong>
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				Naoki felt so light after he'd spoken. He felt as though he'd released a huge lead weight that had been ripping at his heart, even if it was just talking about it. It felt almost as good as solving his problems - better, really, because he wouldn't have known what to do with himself if Takehashi suddenly dropped dead. Naoki sat upright when the other man reached down and pulled him to his feet gently, eyes uncertainly meeting the other man's, not knowing what he wanted. His breath caught, hitching as he saw the other man's face so close to his own, and he almost wanted to kiss him. Almost, and then he almost did as the other man told him that all he wanted was 'this'.<br><br>Naoki's heart clenched and froze.<br><br>Could he possibly mean that he wanted him? <br><br>It felt different from the men who had tried to buy him so many times. Masato talked to him like he was a real person and like he was intelligent. He was enamoured and he'd only known the other man for just over half an hour. <br><br>"Maybe..." he ventured tentatively, "I could dance for you sometime. I like to practice alone so you could come watch..." he murmured quietly before offering a small smile that was more genuine, looking up curiously at the other man. <br><br>"Naoki!"<br><br>Naoki stumbled back a step and nearly tumbled over his kimono in his surprise, just barely managing to catch himself as Takehashi stormed down the path, grabbing him by his elbow and nearly wrenching him over. "Back into the party," he hissed, twisting Naoki's elbow so hard that the boy thought it might break. He took a step towards the venue but his cheeks colored and his throat closed when he heard what Takehashi was offering the other man.<br><br>"Mr. Takeshi, I'm sorry my ward has been taking up so much of your time. He seems quite enamoured by you, though." <br><br>Naoki's cheeks colored and he bowed his head, humiliated, too trained to say anything in front of Takehashi who had seen right through his feelings for Masato, who had already seen that budding attraction from the windows. <br><br>"If you'd like, I'm sure I can arrange for you to meet sometime. He'd be happy to oblige you. I've never offered him before, though. Your offer would have to be rather exceptional. It is his birthday tomorrow, afterall. You could make him a nice present."<br><br>Naoki's heart hammered away in his chest and he couldn't bring himself to look at Masato, remembering how the other man had asked if he was happy, and he certainly couldn't look at Takehashi who was, he realized, offering his virginity on the eve of his birthday. <br><br>He swallowed hard and then fled back into the venue, into the party, sliding through the room with polite nods and smiles and rushing to the empty hallway that connected the ballroom everyone was in and the theatre, trying to catch his breath past his humiliation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 00:08:52</strong>
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				The gentle smile that graced his lips when Naoki offered to dance for him some time turned to stone upon the appearence of Takehashi. His lips pressed together into a thin grim line as he witnessed the abuse the older man bestowed upon the young Kabuki actor. But they slid up and away from his teeth into a Tiger's smile when the man blatantly offered the young man to him, for a price.<br><br>"Well, I thank you very much for your kind offer, Mr Takehashi. But I must express my displeasure with you. This night, and this performance was all in my honour for closing a rather successful business deal. I was very much enjoying speaking with the lovely Naoki, and you just broke up our rather happy little talk."<br><br>He took two slow, dangerous steps towards the other man, he eyes like glittering jet and his smile more like a feral baring of teeth than a friendly greeting.<br><br>"I do not wish for you to offer him to me like some cheap whore. I wish to see him dance, and I shall. I am not a man who likes to flaunt his power, but do not forget, Mr Takehashi, that I am a <em>very</em> powerful man, and it would not take much for me to put your little operation to waste."<br><br>He began to head back into the building, but stopped and turned his head to glance back at the other man.<br><br>"Oh, and Mr Takehashi... it would only be you I would ruin. I would make sure that all of those working for you had new employment and were compensated. I expect you to treat Naoki like the star he is from now on. He caught my attention. And so have you..."<br><br>With those parting words, he went back inside to search for the young Kabuki actor, ignoring his collegues and the Geisha who tried calling him over for dancing and games.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 01:23:00</strong>
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				Takehashi was left staring, stone-faced, in the place he'd been left. He was turning his possibilities in his mind. Would he be able to keep hold of Naoki? He knew that he would. The young man wouldn't know what to do without his iron will and the vicious rules that he'd set in place. He'd destroy Naoki before he saw him free and with that, he turned and stalked back inside to talk to the businessmen, to see if they could be plied with a bit more wine and maybe they'd donate a few more dollars to Naoki's - or rather his own - cause.<br><br>Naoki would, he swore, receive a beating to within an inch of his life when they got back home.<br><br>Naoki had settled in the hallway and was playing with the hem of his kimono, gracefully on his knees, mostly out of sight in a little alcove that stored gigantic flower pots that had been filled for the occasion. The pot had been moved to frame the doorway of the ballroom so the alcove was empty. <br><br>He had curled up on his knees in it, only the hem of his kimono sticking out and giving the casual passerby a clue to where he'd gone, tapping his fingers anxiously on his thighs.<br><br>He hoped that Masato wouldn't be horrified by the way he'd let Takehashi treat him. He hoped that the other man didn't think that he was a whore, that it was normal for him to be offered out. It had never happened before. He had taken out his silvery hair comb and was waving it gently, letting the little falls tinkle against each other and dance a merry-sounding little tune. It was nice to have these little accessories. They were pleasantly distracting. He did adore his job, just not how he had to act offstage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 01:32:51</strong>
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				"You know, it is very difficult to defend your honour when you scamper away like that. Never before have I had to be the Knight in Shining armor to empty space...!"<br><br>Masato had looked all over the place for the young Kabuki actor and was about to give up hope when he caught sight of a sliver of glimmering Kimono peeking out from the alcove. He smiled kindly and crouched down so he could look in at the young man and he shook his head in amusement.<br><br>"Now, what are you doing in there. Flowers cannot blossom in the dark you know. But, if you insist on hiding away, I will not have you leave me with the wolves, come on, move over."<br><br>Before Naoki could reply, the grumbling businessman crawled into the little space and with much fidgeting made himself comfortable.<br><br>"I do hope that what Takehashi said isn't a regular occurance. If so, I am afraid I don't think I will be able to keep my temper around him. It is <em>your</em> body, and you should choose what you do with it. Although..."<br><br>He sighed and placed his hands upon his knees, looking off into the distance as he chose his words carefully.<br><br>"I have a proposition for you, if you would hear me out."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 01:46:05</strong>
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				Naoki laughed softly, clearly surprised to see the other man coming over to the alcove, kneeling down and saying that it was hard to defend him when he ran off. His laughter became even more musical, and it was clearly a rare sound, when the other man insisted on squeezing in with him. He wrapped the hem of the kimono around his feet and tucked his knees to his chin so he was fully hidden in the shadows of the alcove with the grumbling businessman squeezed in alongside him. <br><br>Naoki didn't speak, though. He was a quiet young man by nature and he listened to what the other man had to say to him.<br><br>"I'm willing to hear your proposition. I'll give you that."<br><br>He was anxious, though, uncertain of what was to come. Of what the other man was going to say to him. He was secretly terrified that he'd be told that the other man had agreed to Takehashi's offer and that he'd have to meet him at some hotel room and strip for him. He'd done that, before. He didn't tell Masato, of course, but there had been men who had wanted to see him naked so badly - to lower those robes from his body - that Takehashi had let them, so long as they didn't penetrate him or use his mouth. He'd let them touch him.<br><br>His eyes were guarded, years of training making him cool as he could be, waiting to hear the offer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 01:59:03</strong>
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				"There is an ancient tradition among the Geisha that is not really practiced these days, in fact I believe it is illegal,&nbsp; but there are some who still do it on the sly. A Geisha would work hard to catch the attention of a wealthy gentleman and he would become her Danna. He would sponsor her as it were. Pay for her living accomadation and buy her expensive gifts such as Kimono. He would also pay off her debt."<br><br>He paused to lick his lips before taking a breath and continuing. <br><br>"Her Danna would be the only one to have access to her. Only he could touch her sexually, and he would be the one to take her virginity if it had not already been sold off to the highest bidder. Now, before you do your running act again, I am not saying that I want to use your body. You are not a Whore, Naoki. But since your guardian has started to treat you like one, he may believe the ruse... If I am your Danna, you can escape him. Takeashi will be paid back in full for your dance classes and your accomodation. He will also get a certain amount of money per month as long as you are still in this business. It is a harsh truth, but I am sure we can arrange something."<br><br>He paused again, dark eyes flicking over to look at the young man beside him. He hoped that he hadn't scared him off and that the boy understood that his intentions were pure.<br><br>"In return for my kindness, you will return to school. I know you said that you were self taught, but it never hurts to get a formal education. Once you have been schooled to my satisfaction you have two choices. You may either continue on your path of stardom, but I do not know how much I will be able to help you with that. Or, you can become an apprentice within my company, and I will teach you all I know about business."<br><br>He was silent for a few moments, digesting what he had just said to the young man. Was he mad? Why did he care so much?<br><br>"So, what do you think?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 02:16:19</strong>
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				Naoki listened, carefully. He knew about dannas, of course, but he'd never thought that he'd have one. Certainly not one that he was attracted to or one who would actually be good to him. "I..." he was surprised that the other man didn't seem to want to force him into things, sexually. Particularly if he was offering to pay for things. He was even stipulating that Naoki get a normal eduation and then he'd be given a choice between two ideal career paths.<br><br>He swallowed and then bit his lip, not even thinking about the makeup at this point, absorbed in thought.<br><br>His eyes were hazy, lips parted, dreaming of all the things that he'd be able to do with the sort of offer he was being given. This was all too good to be true.<br><br>"I think that it's too good to be true," he finally murmured honestly. He shifted a bit in the alcove so that his shoulder pressed the other man's and that they were snuggled up against each other without it being obvious that he had meant to do it. It just seemed like he'd shifted his position a bit to get a bit more comfortable.<br><br>"I'd love to, but...it sounds too good to be true. I don't even know if Takehashi would go for it...I mean, he's...he's mean, you met him. I feel like he'd lose money rather than allow me to do something that would give me even the slightest chance of ending up happy at the end of the day."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 02:29:10</strong>
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				Masato's body relaxed a little when Naoki didn't run away or outright reject his proposition. He chuckled softly when the younger man said about it being too good to be true.<br><br>"It sounds that way because you are young and do not yet see things from a business point of view. You see, whichever way you look at it, I benefit greatly. If you choose to come and work for me, I get a bright, hard working young man and I will be paying you an apprentice wage. So for a full year I get discounted work, when I believe you are worth more than that. But then again, if I just gave it to you on a plate, I doubt you would really learn anything. If however you choose to follow the path of dance, then I hope you remember your generoud benefactor. All you have to do is thank me a couple of times on stage or in interviews and our names will be from then on connected. It would be wonderful advertising for my company, as people would not think of one without the other."<br><br>He smiled a little as he felt the young Kabuki actor press up against him.<br><br>"As for whether or not Takeashi will go for it, he is motivated by money. And to become your Danna, I would first have to give him a large amount of money. Far larger than what he woyuld have wanted for one night with you. I think he can be persuaded."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 03:02:18</strong>
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				Masato looked up and smiled at the praise, "I guess, but...it seems like an awful lot to offer someone who you've only known for a night. I think I'd like that, though. I think I'd like to have a danna...to be free of Takehashi. It would be odd, but..." he looked down, nibbling his bottom lip for a moment, "Are you sure you know what you're getting yourself into? It's really expensive for just one kimono and Takehashi won't give me any. I'll have to buy all new ones, or else we'll have to buy them from Takehashi." <br><br>He looked a bit sad, then, "I won't get to keep my debut outfit."<br><br>He knew it probably sounded silly to be thinking of some heirloom kimono when he had such a bright future ahead of him, but it had been the kimono Takehashi had promised him if he'd done well as a kabuki actor. It was a priceless black formal kimono with traditional golden seals on it and a golden obi with red trim around it.<br><br>He shrugged his shoulders slightly and smiled at the other man.<br><br>"I really appreciate you offering all of this to me, at least. I mean...you know, you don't have to do this."<br><br>He was still trying to figure out if this was some attempt to get him in bed by promising to be his danna and then reniging, or if he had finally found someone who was truly kinder than anyone that he'd ever met before.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 18:01:45</strong>
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				"Yes, it does seem like a lot to offer someone who is still mostly a stranger to me, but in business sometimes you have to take risks, and I am sure that this risk will pay off. From the way you danced tonight, I can tell that you work very hard to perfect each step. That is a quality I look for in my employees. But even if you choose not to work for me, all of Japan and eventually the world will know how I, Masato Takashi gave the great star Naoki his step up onto the path to fame. My company will be on everyone's lips and that will be more than worth the money i shall be putting in as your danna."<br><br>He cocked his head to one side as he caught the sadness in Naoki's expression and his voice. He didn't want the young man to ever be sad, it made him hurt deep inside in a way he didn't realy understand. <br><br>"I have been very careful with my money. Ever since I was 18 years old I have been putting a little away each month and not touching it. I check up on it every now and again to see how much interest has gathered, but never have I taken a single penny out of it. I now have qite the small fortune stashed away. More than enough to buy you a small apartment and a few Kimono to start you off. And I think... since it means so much to you... it shouldn't be a problem to buy your debut Kimono from Takehashi."<br><br>He gave a small smile and crooked his finger underneath Naoki's chin.<br><br>"Now, will that take the saddness from your eyes?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 19:31:16</strong>
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				Naoki smiled faintly. It all sounded logical enough to him but he still felt unbearably lucky. He didn't know what he'd done to deserve being treated so well but he was so happy that he'd gotten the sort of luck that he'd never seen occur before. He wrapped his arms around his knees and got a soft, dreamy little expression at the thought of having his own little apartment, his own debut kimono in his own closet, and a few other kimono that he could perform in. <br><br>He looked up into Takeshi's eyes and bit his bottom lip before a brilliant smile spread across his lips and showed perfect teeth. <br><br>He shyly leant forwards and pressed a soft kiss to Takeshi's lips, a sweet one, eyes fluttering shut. It seemed the only appropriate response. He felt right leaning in to kiss him, he wanted to. His haircomb was still balanced in his slim fingers, tinkling slightly, kimono draped partially over his own legs and partially over Takeshi's. <br><br>"Yes," he whispered softly as he pulled back with his cheeks blazing and pink, smiling. <br><br>"No more sadness. I can't believe..." he smiled, and felt his eyes filling with tears. He buried his head in his knees with an embarrassed laugh, shaking his head, "I can't believe that this is real. It's...this is unbelievable." He smiled and blinked hard, still pressing his forehead into his knees, "I'm so lucky," he said, "There's never been anyone as lucky as me. That's how I feel."<br><br>In actuality, it was far from the truth, but he thought of himself as unbelivably lucky.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 19:48:22</strong>
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				The kiss stunned him silent. He could only sit and stare at the young man, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks. He could feel his heart thumping hard and fast in his chest and he was sure that his breath had quickened. What was wrong with him? Where was the cold, hard Masato who he had worked so hard to be? Why did he find himself melting inside at the sight of the young Kabuki actor with tears in his eyes and his head buried in his knees. Unconciously he gently touched his fingertips to his lips and stared blankly at the slight stain of lipstick rubbed off on them.<br><br>"I.. yes well. Luck has nothing to do with it. I think that fate may have had a hand in this, she can be a strange Lady at times."<br><br>Composing himself he gave a soft chuckle and offered his hand to the young man by his side.<br><br>"Come along then. Best we get the ball rolling as it were. Let us go and speak with your guardian."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 20:04:26</strong>
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				Naoki smiled faintly, cheeks blazing, fixing his lipstick with a thoughtful little motion and a few brushes of his fingers. He smiled faintly at the mention of fate and managed to get his breathing under control, the tears out of his eyes, though his cheeks were still beautifully pink under his white makeup so that it just barely showed. He stood with Masato's help, seemingly unwilling to let his hand go though he did so shyly, letting his hands fall to his side. He tucked them back within his sleeves and peered at the other man before walking back towards the party. <br><br>They'd spent a while sitting in the alcove; people were starting to file slowly out of the room. Most were drunk and quite a few had to be helped out of the room. <br><br>Takehashi was standing near the doors, flushed with anger and a fair amount of sake, wondering where his charge had gotten off to.<br><br>He looked at the other man and shivered slightly when he saw that face. He had a feeling that his last night at Takehashi's house in the theatre - their modest little apartments above the wings - wasn't going to be pleasant.<br><br>"Where have you <em>been</em>? Everyone was looking for you. There are many men who are angry they didn't get to give you your gifts."<br><br>Naoki bowed his head slowly, "I regret that. I was otherwise engaged," he said softly, looking up at Masato with more than a little bit of anxiety. He wanted the other man to explain. He was so scared of that quiet anger building in Takehashi that all he wanted to do was run away as fast as he could and make his way up to the sandbags at the top of the theatre were Takehashi didn't have the athletic ability to reach him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 20:17:44</strong>
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				That Tiger's smile graced Masato's lips once more and he politely bowed to Takeashi, although the slight quirk of his mouth made it look like he was mocking the other man, but he didn;t really care if he noticed or not. With great pride, he gently placed his large, warm hand on the small of Naoki's back and left it there, showing the rest of the room and the man before them that he saw the young Kabuki actor as his, in the most polite and subtle manner he could muster.<br><br>"Mr Takeashi, may i first apologise for my swift anger and rudeness earlier. You see, I have never had another offered to me in such a way before and it startled me. However, I have been talking with this delightful young man, and I must admit I am rather taken with him. I do not think that one night alone will be enough."<br><br>He managed to cast a lustful gaze down at the smaller man, although it made him feel sick to his stomach to do so. He didn't want to treat Naoki like an object, but he knew that was all that Takeashi would understand.<br><br>"You must understand, Mr Takeashi, that once I have had this beautiful little thing... I am a prideful man, Mr Takeashi. I would not wish for any other to sully what I now see as mine. What i am trying to say, is that I wish to be Naoki's danna, and I am willing to part with a handsome sum of money for the honour."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 21:18:04</strong>
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				Takehashi stood quietly, listening to what the other man was saying, dark eyes turning between both of them. He saw the look of lust - not realizing that it was planned - and he saw his ward's softly flushed cheeks. He took in Naoki's meek posture, the turn of his head, the way he stood with his spine curved so as to be appealing yet modest. Perhaps it wouldn't be entirely bad. He could give Naoki to this man and make a fortune, and then if he ran out of money, squeeze Naoki for a bit more. It would be a while yet until the young man lost his looks. <br><br>Naoki flushed at the other man's words, hoping that Takeshi didn't mean the tone he was speaking in, that he was doing it to get Takehashi to understand what was happening between them.<br><br>And he was right.<br><br>Takehashi paused and then looked at Naoki calculatingly. "We'll discuss it." He would see if he could bargain the young man's price even higher than whatever the other man wanted to pay initially, "Let me think on it for a bit."<br><br>He'd see if he could figure out exactly how much Naoki could be worth. See if he could scrounge up some other men and start a bidding war over the illegal danna process.<br><br>He smirked slightly. <br><br>"Yes. Yes, I'll certainly consider your offer. I'll take the boy with me for now and think about it. Give me your card, Sir. I'll call you when I've worked out exactly how much he would cost."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 21:28:35</strong>
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				Masato bowed low once more and his Tiger's smile grew larger, his jet eyes sparkling dangerously as they never left Takehashi's face.<br><br>"I do hope that you do not find this rash of me, but I shall be coming to hear your answer tomorrow morning. I would like to give the boy his birthday gift. Also, I shall be bringing my own personal doctor with me. If I am to have this beautiful young man, then I wish to be sure that he is pure. I also would be very upset if we were to find bruises on his pretty skin."<br><br>When he mentioned brusies, he gave the other man a very hard stare as if to convey his meaning. If Takehashi beat Naoki, he would know about it and there would be hell to pay.<br><br>"Also, I do believe you have some prize Kimono in your possession? I would very much like to look at them when I come to see Naoki tomorrow."<br><br>He turned and gently took Naoki's hand in his own before bowing deeply, and there was not even a hint of mockery in that action. It was as a Samurai bowing before a Princess.<br><br>"My dear, Naoki. I look forward to our meeting tomorrow. Stay sweet and pure until we meet again. I shall have no other man touch you but me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 00:22:29</strong>
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				Takehashi frowned and what he was saying and he nodded, but he didn't look so happy to be told that he was going to have to leave the young man unmarked. He sighed, but then nodded once more, watching them with narrowed eyes and seeing how they interacted with each other. <br><br>Naoki seemed a bit anxious about having a doctor inspect him but it seemed to be a good way to stop him from being beaten so he would take that. He'd be fine letting someone inspect him if it meant that he wasn't going to be on the wrong end of Takehashi's slim willow whip. <br><br>Naoki flushed when the other man turned and bowed to him and he smiled, watching him, nodding, "I'll look forward to seeing you tomorrow morning."<br><br>They waited until everyone had left to actually take their own leave. He sighed and slumped a bit when the last patron stumbled out, leaving them alone. Takehashi, as much as he mistreated Naoki, wrapped an arm around his waist to help support him and they made their way to the car. They hurried back to their own theatre and he helped the younger man undo the many kimono, taking them away when he was in his plain white robes.<br><br>They didn't say anything to each other - Takehashi seemed a bit nostalgic and angry all at once - and he left Naoki to undress. <br><br>-<br><br>In the morning he woke, and yawning, stumbled down the hall to the bathroom. It was modern, a large Japanese-style tiled room with a sunken bathtub. He filled it with scented water and scrubbed himself thoroughly, washing his long hair out, then his face. Scrubbed and fresh, lightly scented, he trundled up to his room again all wrapped up in piles of fresh white towels. He walked into his spartan little room and slipped on a dark blue kimono that was simple and effectively unisex, belted at the middle with a simple white sash. <br><br>He slipped on some tabi socks, and combed out his damp hair, tying it into a high ponytail. <br><br>Now that his face was free of makeup he was male, but he had all the same features as before. His cheekbones were high, exotic, sweeping up. His eyes were seductive and lidded as he headed to the sunny little concrete balcony, sitting with his back to the wall, letting the sun warm his white skin and dry his hair. Takehashi knew he'd be out here and let him do this every morning. He was waiting for Masato, doing his best to keep himself under control, his cupids bow lips curving into a crimson smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 00:36:14</strong>
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				Naoki wasn't sat out on the balcony long when he would see a large, sleek black car pull up into the driveway. A man, who from his uniform you would see was a professional drive, got out of the driver's seat and opened the back passenger seat door. Masato exited the car with a curt nod to the driver and reached back into the car to take out a large black box wrapped in a crimson ribbon. The businessman had spent a lot of time getting ready that morning. He was practically dressed in his money in a long, thick black wool armani coat, a perfectly tailored black Gucci suit with a deep plum silk shirt and a crimson silk tie. His black leather shoes were polished to a high shine and his hair had been neatly trimmed with just the slightest bit of gel in it to hold it gently in place.<br><br>He had kept telling himself that he was dressing to impress Takehashi. That the way he was dressed would make the other man see dollar signs and make negotiations a little easier. But deep down, he hoped that Naoki would like what he saw. He wanted the younger man to find him attractive, it could not be denied. The driver walked around the car and opened the other passenger seat to let out a smartly dressed gentleman with salt and pepper hair and a kindly face. He carried a small black bag in one hand and a file in the other. After a brief conversation, the two men walked up to the entrance and Masato knocked politely on the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 01:16:08</strong>
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				Naoki was called into the living room by Takehashi, told to wait, told to cool his heels on a small cushion for kneeling. Takehashi swept open the front door and showed them in. The apartment was immaculately neat but rather small. Takehashi didn't seem to like to spend a lot of his money - certainly not on things that Naoki could use. His own bedroom and his study were lavish but the rest of the house was as plain as could be. <br><br>"Welcome. You're here to see Naoki, then. You've decided to go through with it?"<br><br>Naoki strained to listen from his place in the room at the end of the hall, heartbeat picking up. He shivered slightly.<br><br>Takehashi took in the clothes that the other man was realizing and it started to hit him that he really might have to give up Naoki. His eagerness for the money showed in his eyes but it didn't wipe the frown from his face as he led them down the hall and opened a door, leading them into a Western-style room with beautiful mahogany furniture. "Naoki, bring some tea." <br><br>There was a soft shuffling and a few minutes later Naoki came in bearing a tray of steaming, fresh tea. His hair was gleaming, swinging behind him, dark eyes peering up at them politely but inquisitively, unable to stop the smile that spread across his lips when he saw Masato.<br><br>"Go wait in the living room, Naoki, we'll call for you if we need you." Takehashi said shortly. <br><br>Naoki ducked his head and smiled at Masato from under his long lashes, though he knew that Takehashi wouldn't like it, before turning to leave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 01:33:24</strong>
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				Both Masato and the doctor bowed to Takehashi, the doctor had a smug little smile on his face as if he had been told a wonderful private joke, and Masato had a mischevious little twinkle in his eye.<br><br>" My my, Mr Takehashi. May I say that I find your abode very... well, it is rather quaint, is it not, Dr Maru? To have such a rising star like Naoki and to live in such a modest house. I am guessing you live this way to keep the young man's feet on the ground, so as not to spoil him too much, yes?"<br><br>The doctor bit back an amused smile as he had been told that they were going to subtly make Takeashi feel finanically inadequete in front of the two obviously wealthy men. Yet another plot to make the money hungry man give up the young man without much of a fight. Dr Maru bowed again and nodded his head pushing his wire-framed spectacles further up his slim nose.<br><br>"Why yes yes. I am sure if I did not live so lavishly that my daughter would not be so demanding!"<br><br>Masato smiled warmly at Naoki and took the tea offered to him, bowing once again as if the young man was royalty. He didn't really care that Takehashi was watching, he wanted Naoki to feel as beautiful and special as the businessman thought he was. The doctor also took his tea and raised an amused eyebrow at the way his old friend was acting.<br>Once Naoki had left the room, Masato went bak to being the stern, predatory businessman. He held his empty cup in the palm of his hand and nodded curtly to the doctor.<br><br>"If you would like to attend to Naoki now, I believe he went that way."<br><br>The older man nodded and gave a swift bow to Takehashi before leaving to attend to Naoki.<br><br>"Right then, Mr Takehashi, I believe we have business to attend to, do we not?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 02:09:08</strong>
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				Naoki headed to the living room to wait for the doctor, a hand on the sun-warmed glass, clearly happy to be free of this place at last. He was wearing a navy kimono that wasn't worth much and that he usually wore around the house because Takehashi didn't want him wearing anything that he could even possibly walk off in. He wanted Naoki to be poor to the very last minute. <br><br>Takehashi sighed softly. <br><br>He had been angry at the goading about his money, his anger rising more and more, but he bit it back to try and make a good business negotiation. He wanted to get money from this. A lot of money. He wanted to sell Naoki for as much as he could.<br><br>"Yes, I keep my house sparse because I want Naoki to stay grounded," he said through clenched teeth.<br><br>He frowned slightly and then shook his head, "I won't accept any less than two million to be his danna. To repay me for schooling and such. His kimono are another matter - we'll go through those individually. Then there's his virginity, which I won't sell for less than a million as I have quite a few men interested in him. Then there's the matter of his adoption - he is legally my child until he's twenty - and after all the money you're spending, I suppose you wouldn't mind a stipend of another million to assure that I won't demand he move back in here as I could do, legally."<br><br>He smirked, then, knowing that the prices he'd set were ludicrous.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 02:45:09</strong>
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				The doctor smiled kindly as he entered the living room and saw Naoki sat alone. He had been shocked and appauled when the man he had treated ever since he was a boy had told him he wished him to look over a young man whom he wanted to buy. To illegally become his danna. but once Masato had explained everything to him, that he wanted to rescue the boy and not use him sexually or have him as a slave, he was glad to see that the harsh business world had not killed the kind man's heart.<br>Bowing politely to the young man, he then placed his bag on a nearby table before clasping his hands infront of him in a relaxed manner and smiled again.<br><br>"Good morning, Mr Naoki. I am Dr Maru. I do hope I am not inconveniencing you this early in the morning, but there are a few check-ups my dear friend Masato asked me to perform on you. Some of them will be uncomfortable as I have been asked to checked that you have not been used sexually. Now, please know that Masato doesn't want to know this information because he wishes to use your body, but because it seems he cares a lot for you, and does not like the idea of you being abused. If you have suffered abuse of another kind, and you would like to talk about it, then I can promise you that what ever you say will not leave this room."<br><br>He opened his bag and brought out a white plastic sheet and a white fluffy towel, placing first the sheet on the floor and then the towel on top. He chuckled softy as he stood and looked down at the floor.<br><br>"I apologise that this may seem a little crude, I wasn't able to bring my surgery with me, so this will have to do! Of course, it is your body, Mr Naoki. If you do not wish to do this, you can decline. The choice is yours."<br><br><br>--------------------------------------<br><br>Masato was silent whilst Takehashi rattled off the ludicrous amount of money. It wasn't as if the businessman didn't have the money, with his savings and the money he earned combined, he had more than enough and was more than willing to part with it, but his hatred for the greedy man just grew even more.<br>Taking out his check book, he gave the othet man that dangerous Tiger's smile and stood with his pen hovering over the open book.<br><br>"How about... I give you five million and you throw in Naoki's debut Kimono?"<br><br>He glanced at the large black box with the crimson ribbon.<br><br>"It doesn't matter about the other Kimono, you can keep them. Sell them or allow your other dancers to wear them,&nbsp; but I have no use for them. I have already begun to purchess some beautiful Kimono which I long to see him dance in."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 02:59:17</strong>
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				Naoki frowned slightly but nodded, obviously anxious, but he shook his when asked if he wanted to say anything or if he wanted to decline since his body was his own. He seemed stunned into silence by the whole situation and he'd reverted to his safest known position of silence. He slowly lowered the navy kimono to the small of his back, revealing a slim chest with two pink nipples that just begged for attention, a tiny waist, a sleek V of slim and trimmed muscles. He held the kimono closed at his waist.<br><br>"Should I take it all off?"<br><br>His voice was soft, shy, and his dark hair fell over the curve of his spine and the swell of his firm backside only partially obscured by the kimono that was slipping with each second. His back was mostly unmarked but there were a few silvery slashes here and there, long and almost invisible, where Takehashi had gotten a bit too happy with the switch when he was younger.<br><br>He looked over his shoulder, arms wrapped around his chest, sighing softly.<br><br>-<br><br>Takehashi paused, thought about it. Five million was more than he'd ever expected. He'd never thought that he'd be able to get such a large amount for the young man that he'd gotten for such an illegal steal. <br><br>"Make it six million."<br><br>He smirked, "Make it six million and I'll send him off with his debut kimono. Even with a few little hair ornaments." <br><br>He didn't mention that he wasn't going to give Naoki any of the gifts that he'd earned. He was going to keep every last hair comb and pin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 03:13:50</strong>
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				The doctor had seen a great many naked bodies in his time and was not at all embarressed. He busied himself with putting on the white rubber gloves and rolling up his sleeves.<br><br>"Yes, yes. I will need you to be nude. But do not worry, we're noth exactly the same. Although I dare say your are a lot younger and trimmer than me!"<br><br>He grinned and chuckled softly, helping Naoki take off the plain Kimono.<br><br>"Right, lets see you then young man. If you wouldn't mind telling me your usual diet, how much exercise you get and if you know your own weight, that would be very helpful."<br><br>He frowned a little as he ran his hands over the faded scars and pursed his lips into a thin, grim line. He wasn't going to ask where he had gotten those scars, he had enough of his own to hazard a good guess.<br><br><br>------------------<br><br>"Six million... well that is rather steep.... well, I will be more than happy to pay that money if I can see the ornimental combs and their paperwork."<br><br>There was that Tiger's smile again. He would have Naoki whatever the cost, but if he was going to spend this amount of money, he wasn't about to let Takehashi rob him blind. A small part of him was worried that he had taken leave of his senses, that this was a big risk he was taking. He didn't really know Naoki all that well, and although he thought him to be genuine, if the boy chose to continue along the path of the theater, he may choose to betray him and not mention him at all. If that happened, then he would loose a lot of money. A life-time's worth of money.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 03:59:43</strong>
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				Naoki lowered the kimono shyly and his hands hovered over his nakedness. The scars continued down his back, but they were nearly invisible against his ivory skin, a few crisscrossing his inner thighs. He'd clearly been beaten while naked before, but as far as things went, he was a virgin. He did his best to think of the proper answers to all of the questions.<br><br>"Uhm...two meals a day, usually. A big breakfast and a big dinner since I'm performing in the middle of the day." <br><br>The older man seemed trustworthy enough. <br><br>"I dance six hours a day...four, if I'm injured. I'm a hundred and ten pounds." He was barely five foot four, so he was slim, but he was quite thin. He was uncomfortable with having his clothes off. He didn't want to have the other man asking what he had and hadn't done.<br><br>-<br><br>"The ornamental-"<br><br>He froze, though, then nodded. "Fine. Fine, fuck it. Just take the little whore and be gone."<br><br>He frowned, opening a chest under his desk, shoving it forwards. There were beautiful combs and hair falls, all glittering. <br><br>He opened a closet and pulled out a long, flat shelf, revealing a gleaming black kimono heavily embroidered, worth a fortune. "That was his debut kimono," he said, gesturing to the beautiful falls of fabric and the obi and the various bits and pieces that went along with it. <br><br>"It's a beautiful piece."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 04:14:07</strong>
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				The doctor nodded and 'hummm'd' and 'ah haaa'd' in all the right places as Naoki spoke. He was worried about how thin the boy was. It was normal for dancer's to be slender, but Naoki was begining to verge on being a little too thin. Carefully so as not to hurt the boy, but firm enough to establish that he hadn't been used sexually, he placed the pad of his thumb at the entrance to his anus and pressed. He did not enter the young man, but noted that he was tight and firm and there was no redness or bruising. In that particular area, the boy was still a virgin.<br>He briskly removed his gloves with a snap and threw them in the nearest bin. He held out his hand and helped Naoki off the towel before starting to pack everything back into his bag.<br><br>"You will eat three meals a day, starting today. Lunch can be something light like a nice white fish with a little salad or some steamed vegetables. For evening meals, I want you to start eating more red meat, you are in need of the iron. To keep your strength up throughout the day, you will snack on fruit and raw vegetables, you need the vitamins. I shall be telling Masato this, and if you do not keep up tot he diet I will start perscribing you with suppliments, is that clear?"<br><br>He handed Naoki his Kimono and smiled kindly.<br><br>"Come now, let us go back and see if the men have finished their peacocking!"<br><br>---------------<br><br>Masato's Tiger's smile turned into a predatory baring of teeth when Takehashi called Naoki a whore, but he kept himself together, He took the box of combs with a little bow, and did the same with the Kimono. He placed them both gently with the black box that was tied with the crimson ribbon before briskly writing the check and handing it over to the other man with a grim smile.<br><br>"It was good doing business with you, Mr Takehashi. May your new found wealth keep you warm at night, and I hope it brings you every happiness."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 04:34:48</strong>
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				Naoki had his arms wrapped around himself and they tightened imperceptibly with the other man pressed his finger gently to his entrance. He closed his eyes but the other man didn't press in and he let out a little sigh of relief, wrapping his kimono around himself and then looking over his shoulder. He nodded to what he was told about the meals, and mostly ignored it. He'd eat what he wanted, he figured, or what he was given.<br><br>He wasn't really used to having a choice. <br><br>He bit his bottom lip and then shrugged into his kimono with a easy movement of his shoulders, tying his hair back once more, tucking the kimono close about him. He thanked the doctor politely and bowed before making his way into the hall.<br><br>Takehashi laughed, "It'll keep me as warm as that boy will keep you." <br><br>Naoki frowned when he heard that, but adjusted his kimono. He was free. He was free now.<br><br>It was starting to hit him, and he was waiting eagerly for the other man, hands clasped in front of him. He didn't know that he'd gotten anything. Takehashi came out and glared at Naoki.<br><br>"Well, you're free of me now, boy." <br><br>Naoki bowed his head, "Thank you for all that you've done for me."<br><br>"I'll still see you at performances. I'll train a new star that will eclipse you."<br><br>Naoki bowed politely, but was scared of that possibility.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 04:46:28</strong>
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				Masato chose to ignore that comment and instead turned and smiled as Naoki and the docter came back into the room. He was glad that he had managed to get the combs for the young Kabuki actor, as he knew that they meant a lot to him as he remembered him playing the one he had worn in his hair last night when they had been sat in the little alcove. He fet like a little boy at Christmas as his eyes kept flicking to the black box with the crimson ribbon. He had been up very early that morning to go and see and old friend who was now a retired Geisha to get the present in the box. She had been very shocked when he had requested to take back the precious thing that she had looked after him for so very long, but when he told her why, her face softened and she had kissed him gently on the cheek. She had called him a very noble and honourable man, and coming from her, that was a great thing. She was never one to simply dish out compliments.<br><br>The businessman carefully picked up the box, and bowing once more and presented the gift to the young Kabuki actor.<br><br>"Please... I wish for you to open this. I have no jewels or precious combs to give you. But this... this is very precious to me, and I wish for you to have it. It would please me greatly if you would wear it at your next performance."<br><br>When Naoki opened the box, he would find inside the most beautiful white silk Kimono with a pale pink obi and decorated with sakura petals. A little stream ran along the bottom of its trailing fabric and on the back was a tall, graceful sakura tree, bending slightly in the wind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 05:08:48</strong>
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				Takehashi would have kicked them out but he was dying to see the kimono that the young man was about to receive. He stared in pure anger as the lid was pulled back and the beautiful kimono was revealed. It was priceless and he was furious that the other man was being given something that was worth more than he probably even understood since Takehashi had been the one to actually pay all the bills when it came down to it. <br><br>He snarled, teeth bared, shaking his head.<br><br>"Get out."<br><br>Naoki grinned and ran his fingers over the kimono, "It's breath-taking. I'd be honored to wear this for my next performance...it'll suit my character well." He smiled as he touched it and held it close for just a moment before turning to walk out of Takehashi's apartment.<br><br>"Goodbye," he said softly, "We'll see each other at performances."<br><br>Takehashi was frowning and the young man held the box close to him like it was the most precious thing in the world.<br><br>"Thank you so much," he whispered as they turned to leave, "Where did you...where did you find something like this?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 05:23:06</strong>
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				"Well now, is that any way to speak to your guests. Especially since they have been so good to you? Really... youth today, no manners!"<br><br>Doctor Maru chortled at Takehashi and his anger as he let himself out of the apartment and waited for Masato and Naoki. The businessman gave Takehashi his Tiger's smile and turned his back and left the apartment, his hand resting gently on the small of the young Kabuki actors back.<br>He was silent until they were both sat in the back of his large, lavish car. Doctor Maru sat in the front with the driver as he already knew the story that Masato was going to tell the young man.<br><br>The businessman ran his fingers lovingly down the Kimono in the box. It had been a long time since he had seen it, years even. He had started to hate the sight of it. He couldn't even keep it in his own house, and so he had asked his good friend to take care of it. But looking at it now, and the happiness in Naoki's eyes, he could learn to love it again, now that it had a new purpous.<br><br>"This Kimono belonged to my little sister. She wanted so much to become a Geisha and was the most talented dancer most had ever seen. She did quite a few theatre performances before her death and was always asked to go and perform at many parties as she was so loved. Because of her delicate features and her sweet, bird-like movements when she danced, she was given the nickname, Little Wren."<br><br>He smiled sadly and gently took Naoki's hand.<br><br>"This was her debut Kimono. I do not wish to hate it anymore. I want it to be beautiful once more and to have a purpous."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 05:51:55</strong>
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				Naoki stroked his fingers over the kimono, listening to the story, shivering slightly as he heard what the other man said, hoping that it wasn't a cursed kimono and that he wouldn't get any sort of bad luck from keeping it around himself. It was the sweetest give he'd ever received, though. He shut his eyes momentarily and he held tightly to the fabric while admiring each little petal dancing down over the sleeve that seemed so delicate underneath his fingers. He wondered when he would receive his own nickname from his performances. <br><br>"It's beautiful. I can't thank you enough."<br><br>He squeeze the other man's hand gently and finally found some words, "I'll make it beautiful. I'll do with it what she wished to do."<br><br>He held it close and he determined that he would be the best that there was so that he could live up to the standards that the other girl before him had set and he wanted to make the man who had loved her so much very proud. He let out a shaky little breath and then lowered his eyes.<br><br>"Everything's changed so much," he whispered, finally.<br><br>It was all that he could say.<br><br>It was the truth. He looked at the luxurious car and the landscape and he struggled to breathe past all the changes that were coming over him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 06:13:21</strong>
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				"She would have liked you very much. Yuki was the soft one, the gentle one. She was the silk to my stone. She always tried to teach me to be soft, to be kind. But when she fell ill, I could not feel softness, and when she died it was as if my heart froze over."<br><br>He gave a soft bitter laugh and looked out of the window, gazing at the Spring landscape, the new flowers blooming and the skies a fresh blue with barely a cloud in the sky. it had been so long since he had spoken about her, it was far too painful. Even now after ten years the pain was so raw, still bubbling under the surface. He had forevercursed the man who could not take care of her, the man who drove her to become sick, who did not love her enough to save her.<br>Shaking himself out of his morbid thoughts he turned back to Naoki and smiled softly.<br><br>"I am taking you back to my home. We shall eat lunch and then I think we can go and look for an apartment for you if you like? You get to choose where-ever you want to live, it doesn't even have to be in Tokyo. You are free now, Naoki. The world is yours."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 15:11:49</strong>
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				Naoki reached out and rested his hand gently on the crook of the other man's arm, gentle and comforting as he could be. He didn't know what to say in the face of such immense grief so he just offered himself to the other man as best he could. He smiled, though, when told that they were going to go and look at an apartment. He was excited, and he smiled shyly. "Could I live somewhere near you?" <br><br>He didn't particularly care if he was far from home. He didn't care if he'd be away from school or from the theatre.<br><br>He was drawn to the other man, drawn to him in a way that he never had been. He wanted to be near him and more than that he wanted to spend time with Takeshi. He ran his fingers back through his hair shyly, looking out the window, terrified but exited by all of the new prospects in his life. He didn't know what to say.<br><br>He grinned, "How much longer to your house?"<br><br>He was visibly nervous but he was doing his best to accept all of these sudden changes and to take them in stride. He ran his fingers through his hair once more, toying with the&nbsp; ends of the silky strands, wondering what the doctor was going to tell Masato. <br><br>He hoped that he would be to his liking.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 02:57:36</strong>
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				"Near me?"<br><br>He was warmed from his head to his toes at the young Kabuki actor's request and he found himself smiling despite himself. Masato decided that no matter what happened next, freeing Naoki from Takehashi with that stupidly large amount of money was one of the best things he ever did. He just wanted to make the young man happy.<br><br>"Well, I live on the outskirts of the city, we're not that far now actually... but there are no apartments nearby. Perhaps you would like me to build you a little house on my land? Would you like that? You would have your privacy, but should you need me I won't be far away. If you would like to do that, then you may design it yourself, and whilst it is being built you may stay in one of my guest suites."<br><br>The car took a left and they were suddenly driving up a long, wide drive-way lined with Sakura trees in full bloom. There was a large front garden with a giant of a fountain showing marble mermaids at play. The house itself could only be described as a western mansion as it stood tall and proud among the flowers that filled the garden,<br><br>"Ah, here we are. Didn't take as long as I thought."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 04:26:59</strong>
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				Naoki pressed up against the window and stared as they rolled up, "I wouldn't ask you to build me something that expensive. If I could just...oh, is that a fountain? Is this real? It's <em>amazing!</em>" He sounded faint with pleasure at the idea that he'd be able to live somewhere like this, "If I could just have a small bedroom in a place like this it would be more than I'd ever dream of." <br><br>He stared as they rolled up and the second that they got out, he ran up to the fountain, trailing his fingertips along it. <br><br>He was dying to jump in and wade about in the water up to his knees but he knew better.<br><br>He turned with an impish grin spreading over his lips and looked over his shoulder, "I don't need privacy, anyways. You're my danna. I'd be much happier sharing a space close to you than being far away from you." <br><br>He knew that he should have pushed for an apartment in Tokyo for the financial security but he couldn't do that quite yet. He didn't want to. Not really. Not when the other man was so enchanting to him and he felt like his life was turning into something out of a storybook.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 04:38:35</strong>
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				Masato chuckled softly at the wonder and excitement in Naoki's voice as he looked up at his house. It would be nice to have another voice within these walls. He had maids, chefs and butlers, but no one to really talk to. It would be refreshing, relaxing even. He hadn't really ever thought of living with another person, even the concept of a wife had escaped his mind even though he knew that it was expected of him.<br><br>"You like it do you?"<br><br>He got out of the car carrying the box of combs and Naoki's debut Kimono, smiling at how he trailed his fingers in the fountain.<br><br>"Well, I suppose there is no harm in you living with me. The house is big enough and it has many beautiful rooms. But I think that the room saved for only my most important guests will suit you just fine. Come along. I'll show you to your new room."<br><br>He offered Naoki his arm and then lead him up the path. There was a butler there to greet them at the door, he bowed low before&nbsp; opening the door for them and Masato nodded curtly. They entred a large reception room with a marble floor and large greek statues and varses decortating it. He took the young Kabuki actor up a set of wide, winding stairs and along a red carpeted corridor until he came to the end room. He opened the double doors with a flourish and bowed low, gesturing for Naoki to go inside.<br>When he entered, he would find himself in a huge room decorated like one would imagine the palaces of old Japan. There was a collection of antique Kimono displayed on the walls and there were two large screens at either ends one decorated with a dancing Geisha girl and other other with cranes flying over the stream. The only western touch was the large kingsize bed with the silk sheets and heavy red curtains. There was a door hidden behind the screen with the cranes painted on it. This lead to the bathroom, in the middle of which was a huge sunken jaccuzi bath.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 05:25:39</strong>
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				Masato's soft chuckle didn't seem to register as Naoki looked all around, having to be gently ushered forwards, uncomfortable but adoring of all of the wealth around him. He was amazed. He'd never seen something this lush or this lavish. He was amazed and amused and the same time, rushing all around him with graceful little half steps, moving forwards and then backwards to try and get a good look at everything that was going on around him. <br><br>He gasped at the room, hands over his mouth, seemingly frozen at what he saw.<br><br>"It's...my God, this is the most beautiful...you can't be serious. You want me to live here? I mean...thank you, thank you!"<br><br>He cried out in pleasure and looked at the huge bed, then all around the room, not really knowing where to go. He grinned and then reached out to catch the other man's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, catching his fingers within the other's. <br><br>"Thank you," he murmured, then withdrew his hand shyly, "For all you've done. I...I'll do everything that I can to repay you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 05:41:25</strong>
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				The man's heart soared to see Naoki looking so happy. He had never seen such a reaction to his house before and it warmed him all over. Of course people had said that his house was beautiful or that they envied his wealth, but never had anyone made such exclaimations. Perhaps his wealth had spoiled him a little and to be surrounded by such luxuary was now completely normal to him.<br>When the young Kabuki actor took his hand in his, his heart nearly stopped and he licked his lips nervously. Taking an uncertain step forward, he crooked his finger underneath Naoki's chin and gently raised his face to he could better look at him and look into those beautiful, soulful eyes.<br><br>"Be happy, Naoki. be happy and choose your path wisely. Do not waste this life I have given you."<br><br>Gently he trailed his fingertips down the silky soft skin of the young man's cheek, and one finger ventured down to his throat. It did not go any further, and his fingertips merely played idly with the collar of the plain Kimono. He took one more step forward so that their bodies and lips were almost touching.<br><br>"Do that, my sweet Naoki, and you will have done more than repay me."<br><br>Without thinking, he slowly lowered his head and placed a chaste kiss on the the younger man's lips, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. Before he could truly enjoy the kiss or take it further, he quickly stood back, his face showing embarressment and shock.<br><br>"Forgive me... I.... I am sorry... that was never my intention.... that was not why I brought you here, you have my word!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 15:47:21</strong>
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				He was surprised when the other man withdrew from the soft kiss so quickly. He'd been enjoying it - the feel of gentle fingers lingering at the chastely fastened collar of his kimono and the feel of the other man's body almost touching him. He liked the proximity and the smell of the other man, the texture of fabric underneath his fingertips. He nodded, whispering a promise that he wouldn't waste all that he had been given, smiling faintly as the other man stepped back.<br><br>A part of him believed that Masato was sincere but the part of him that had been raised in the theatre world to be practical was not so convinced, was certain that Masato's kindness really was a ploy to get him to spread his legs and his kimono. <br><br>He paused, uncertain what to do, which side of his heart to trust in that moment.<br><br>He came forwards, then, pressing another soft kiss to his lips before stepping back. "It's alright," he said with another flush of color to his cheeks, "I actually...I enjoy it. I like it when you kiss me. You can&nbsp; it whenever you'd like."<br><br>He laughed shyly, then, looking towards the window.<br><br>Spring was coming in fast with summer on its tail. The grass was lush with fat bees bumbling along the tops. Flowers were exploding out of their hedges, drooping with nectar, and the air was thick and sweet.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>07-04-2010, 22:12:47</strong>
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				The older man bowed low, a soft blush creeping over his cheeks as he resisted the urge to touch where the beautiful Kabuki actor's lips had pressed against his cheek so sweetly. He didn't want Naoki to see him as his Danna. That was just a ruse to get him away from his bastard guardian. He wanted the younger male to see him as a man. A man who wanted to take care of him and watch him blossom. A man who was rapidly feeling his heart shake off the ice it had been encased in for years, and yearn for the other man's touch.<br><br>"I hope that you enjoy your stay here. Everything I own I will share with you. This house is now your home, no door will be locked to you and the people in my service will bring you your every heart's desire, all you need do is ask. My bedroom is just down the hall and my study is next to it. If I am not in one, I am in the other. Please visit whenever you like. I have taken the liberty of buying a few choice Kimono. The collection is by no means large but it is varied and beautiful. Please take the time to look through them and see if you like them."<br><br>He gestured to a large wardrobe before opening the door of it to show that inside were many shelves with large boxes in them.<br><br>"And in the other wardrobe..."<br><br>He gestured again to the large oak wardrobe on the other side of the room."<br><br>"I have bought you a few smart suits and some casual clothing. I do hope you are not offended. And now, I will leave you to get used to your surroundings."<br><br>He gave a soft smile before bowing again and leaving the room.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 00:50:40</strong>
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				Naoki thought that he had died and gone to heaven. He was going to go back to school, meet new people, and still pursue a stage career. He was going to have everything that he'd ever wanted, and Masato was going to give it all to him. He smiled shyly as the other man gestured to the clothes, bowed, and then headed out. <br><br>He opened the closet and pulled out a pair of jeans, as well as a button-down shirt. He looked surprisingly modern, though his hair was still long, and the clothes fit perfectly. He slipped on some sneakers, and then set out to explore the house, amazed by the Western-style fixing.<br><br>He finally peered around the doorway of the study.<br><br>"I don't want to disturb you," he murmured shyly, still speaking so formally from years of training. "I just wanted to show you - I tried on the clothes you bought for me. They fit perfectly. I...well, I also wanted to ask you about university. I know you said you wanted me to start proper schooling...I don't really know how to go about that. Do I have to take the entrance exam?"<br><br>He leant against the side of the doorframe, still so rigid, so proper.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 01:42:48</strong>
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				Upon hearing Naoki at his door, Masato raised his head from the papers he had started working on and gave the young man a tired little smile. He had decided that it would be best to lose himself in his work for a while, the beautiful young man would become quite the distraction if he was careless enough to allow that. Plus he had just parted with a vast amount of money, money that was his to spend however he liked, but a large sum none-the-less. Spending like that lead to paper work, and he knew it would be best to get it don now rather than later.<br><br>"You're not disturbing me at all. Please never feel like you cannot come and speak with me. I am at your service any hour of the day."<br><br>With a soft sigh, he closed his note book and stood from his desk, there was a small smile on his lips, but his eyes held all the warmth.<br><br>"Modern clothes look good on you. I assume they are far more comfortable to relax in than your Kimono? As for your education, yes you will have to sit an entrance exam. Later after we have eaten we can sit together and look through your university options, if you wish?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 03:43:10</strong>
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				Naoki fidgeted slightly - he wasn't used to wearing jeans. He knew that he had to get used to wearing them in order to get used to looking normal - most people, frankly, just didn't walk around in kimonos anymore. Even women didn't, at least not unless they were about eighty years old, and he certainly wasn't. <br><br>It was odd, but he was starting to realize that he needed to start modernizing, if only so that he could make sure he had options later in life. He'd never thought he'd rise above being a servant, and from there he'd never thought that he'd rise above being a performer, and from there he'd never thought he'd be a star.<br><br>Everything had changed, he realized.<br><br>He smiled ever so slightly, looking warmly at the man across the desk from him, leaning onto the wood. "Would you like to go eat, now? You've already been working for a few hours. Take some time off, if you can - you could show me around the gardens. I do love gardens..." <br><br>He was still shy, uncertain about how to act, but he clearly wanted to spend time with the other man.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 19:36:51</strong>
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				The older man nodded and turned back to his desk, making sure everything was neat, tidy and in its place. The desk had started off pretty tidy and Masato's actions spoke of habit more than necessity. He straightened his shirt, smoothing out the wrinkles, but loosened his tie a little and ran his hand through his short, jet black hair before smiling at the young Kabuki actor. His was a face that was not used to smiling so much, but there was definite warmth in his eyes. <br><br>"Perhaps we could take lunch out into the gardens? We can go down into the kitchens and see if the cooks have some left overs from yesterdays dinner."<br><br>He stopped himself for a moment and fumbled in an embarrassed fashion, clasping his hands together over his stomach as if in prayer.<br><br>"Not that I am saying that you are only worth left overs... I just remembered we had some lovely cha siu bao left over... it is a little guilt pleasure of mine. The cook always makes a few too many so I may have them for lunch the next day."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 21:03:30</strong>
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				Naoki shook his head almost instantly, "That would be wonderful. And I don't mind leftovers - you've already been so generous." He smiled faintly, turning and walking towards the kitchen with him, his steps silent and incredibly graceful. The way he moved was clearly beaten into him, a habit that would be hard to break. It would set him apart from his peers.<br><br>He glanced over his shoulder, that shy smile playing on his lips before he looked into the refrigerator, pulling out the food and heating it for them. Carrying both plates - he refused to let the other man carry them - he followed him towards the garden. <br><br>"I still can't believe how beautiful this house is...or that I'm going to be able to live here." <br><br>He ran his fingers back through his hair, shaking it out a little bit, silky black hair falling back over his shoulders. <br><br>"When I go to university, what shall I be studying?" The idea of choosing his own course of study was beyond him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 17:12:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Masato settled himself down in front of the fountain and popped one of the bao into his mouth, a small smile on his lips as he savoured the flavour. He loved his gardens, it was where he came to think and just escape from his overly busy lifestyle. Usually he was alone, but now he discovered that it was rather nice to have someone with him. Someone to talk to, or just share companionable silence with. The older man listened to Naoki speak and fought the frown that began to pucker his brow.<br><br>"Why are you asking me such a question? I was drawn to you, Naoki because I can see a bright young man with a brilliant future. Only a misguided lamb would ask someone what they wanted to do with the rest of their life and how to begin that path."<br><br>He sighed and rested his hands on his knees as he stared at the gushing water, he didn't want to be angry at the young Kabuki actor or upset him, but questions like that tried his patience. <br><br>"What is it you want to do?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 00:22:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Naoki frowned slightly and looked down at his hands, shrugging slightly, stretching his fingers along his thighs. He watched them intently, "I would have said drama, but...I'm interested in business as well, it's just...I've never had any formal training in anything other than drama. I wouldn't think that I'd qualify for anything else. I'd be scared, as well, that if I studied business...I would lose any contact with the performing arts. I wouldn't have time for it, or...something along those lines."<br><br>He looked up at Masato uncertainly; he wanted to please the other man. He'd paid such a massive fee to free him from Takahashi and yet he wasn't quite certain what he was supposed to do.<br><br>On the one hand, he trusted that Masato was genuine in his feelings for him, and wanted him to be happy.<br><br>Another, darker, more jaded side of him whispered that the other man just wanted to bed him and keep him like a doll. He tried to ignore those thoughts and comfort himself with the fact that the man had been nothing but noble for as long as he had known him. That he was a good man and genuinely wanted him to be happy.<br><br>He fiddled with the jeans, seeming almost uncomfortable in them, a bit awkward in everyday clothing. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 01:00:27</strong>
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				Masato was silent for a little while, allowing Naoki to be with his own thoughts for a few moments. He followed the water with his eyes as it made the journey from the spout and down into the rushing basin where it frothed and hurried around the large fountain. The older man had given plenty of advice before, mostly of a business nature. He supposed that it counted in this situation, but he didn't want to do or say anything that would interfere with the boy's life too much. He took him away from his old life so he could make his own choices, not be bound to another man to make those choices for him. Licking his lips and nodding steadily to himself, he turned and looked at Naoki.<br><br>"If you wish to study in business, then during the week you will go to your lessons at university. If you wish to continue your pursuit of the arts also, the evenings and weekends will be yours to study and rehearse. It will be a hard life but it is yours if you want it. As for getting into a university, there are courses you can take to bring you up to speed so you have the qualifications in order to apply. These take a year or too, but if you really want something, you will take it by any means necessary."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 03:04:19</strong>
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				Naoki nodded slowly, popping another dumpling into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. "It's all so different," he finally murmured as he looked out over the beautiful garden, feeling it finally start sinking in that he was going to be living here. It was so hard to think that he actually <em>lived</em> here, that he was going to be able to start a life with Masato - and that he wanted to do just that. It was an incredible feeling, really, and he'd never felt the butterflies turning over in his stomach before. <br><br>"I suppose I should start with a test preparation course for the university exams..." he finally trailed off, taking in a deep breath. "Then I'll start studying business. I think I'd still like to use the evenings and weekends to pursue theatre - it's been such a big part of my life for so long that I'm not sure I could just stop it right away."<br><br>Plus, he'd just made his debut - he'd received rave reviews in the papers.<br><br>It would be a shame to let his newfound fame be fleeting, and he had no intention of abandoning it right away. He still loved singing and dancing and - who knew? Maybe he could even channel that into a mainstream popular musical career instead of one that was ruled solely by traditional rules. Afterall, kabuki was slowly fading away, and even he had to admit it despite his love.<br><br>"I think I could do that."<br><br>He seemed a bit more settled now that he'd at least decided something, and he relaxed back into the chair, letting out a soft sigh. He was tired, but happy, all the same. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 19:21:32</strong>
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				"The tests would certainly be a good start. There would be other courses you could take at University should you wish. Learn something about the world and yourself. Some courses even give you the means to travel, I saw so much at my time in University."<br><br>It was then he realised that he had trapped himself. The older man was certainly attracted to the young Kabuki actor, and now he would be around him or at least in the same building for most of the time. Once he went to University, or moved onto something else, he feared he would miss him. The boy had only been in his house a few hours, and already he felt like he belonged here.<br><br>"Would... would you dance for me, Naoki?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 19:27:08</strong>
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				Smiling faintly, Naoki nodded; he wasn't certain if he'd want to travel but he was doing his best to adjust to the idea that he finally had the opportunity to do things like that. He'd come so far from having been a poor young man up North, and then to having graced the stage, and now to living in the house with his patron. <br><br>He nodded when asked if he would dance, rising, taking off the sweater that he'd put on. It felt odd to dance in jeans but he shook his legs out a bit and tilted his head back.<br><br>Wearing just a black tank and the dark jeans that had been bought for him, he rose, ready to put on a show.<br><br>He started singing softly, starting off with a slightly sadder song, one about a woman whose lover was away at war. He moved gracefully, slow and langorous, but his eyes never left Masato. <br><br>He moved to a happier song, one where the lover arrives once again, his movements beautiful and graceful. <br><br>His joyous, soaring notes were punctuated by happy stomps on the ground, rapid spins with his hands carefully angled. He was a star, and seemed to be floating as he danced; the smile that spread across his face made the whole garden seem to glow and it put the flowers to shame.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 16:35:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The older man watched silently, completely in awe of the young man who sang and danced simply because he had asked him to. Even in the casual jeans and vest, he was as beautiful as if he were swathed in the finest silks and dripping in diamonds. The young man would certainly become a star and he would see to it that he soared higher than any other around him. A twinge of possessiveness fluttered in his heart, but he quickly dismissed it. He would not be like Naoki's former guardian. He would both protect him and set him on his path, and then when the time came, he would set him free. <br><br>The song spoke to Masato's very soul and he felt the prick of tears in his dark brown eyes. The tears did not fall, but they shimmered there for a brief moment before he blinked them away. Yes, he would protect his little bird from the cold and harsh world, then when he was strong enough and he had taught him all he knew, he would set him free. He made this silent vow to him. When Naoki had finished, he stood and clapped a genuine smile on his lips that reached all the way to his eyes. <br><br>"I have made a happy investment in you, Naoki. You are truly talented and a rare beauty. You honour me." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 06:39:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Naoki turned and just smiled, standing there, hooking his fingers into his belt loops. He could see the line of tears that didn't fall and gently reached out, touching the other man's cheek for a second, before he stepped a bit closer, so that they were almost touching. He flushed a bit at the compliments and looked down at his feet in a suddenly shy gesture.<br><br>He paused, uncertain if he was being too forward, and then gently rested his hands on Masato's chest. He leant forwards and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, the heady aroma of flowers surrounding them, the beauty of the garden all around.<br><br>He felt incredibly blessed to be in this position.<br><br>He had been taken out of a situation that he had never thought he'd escape, and risen to an even better position than ever before. He felt sorry for the new boy that Takehashi would inevitably take on, though, and couldn't help but worry about what he would do to make sure his next star didn't leave him. <br><br>He deepened the kiss slightly, pulling away to catch his breath, pressing his breathless slim frame up against the other man.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>21-04-2011, 16:09:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The kiss surprised him a little, and his eyes widened for a moment, before flickering shut. Masato wrapped his arms around the younger man and pulled him close, delighted when Naoki deepened the kiss. Everything in that moment seemed so perfect, the beautiful garden and the beautiful young man, both were his and he felt so very lucky. The older man felt the loss of Naoki's lips against his as he pulled away and lay his head on Masato's chest. Licking his own lips as if to taste him once more, Masato hooked a finger beneath Naoki's chin and raised his face so he could look at him. He had never seen anything so beautiful and he almost feared his desire to have him. Lowering his head, he captured Naoki's lips in a passionate kiss, gently swiping the tip of his tongue over the Kabuki actor's lower lip as if silently requesting entrance.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>21-04-2011, 18:44:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Naoki let out a soft sound of loss, just a tiny breath, when the other man pulled away. He curled up against Masato's chest, high cheekbones colored with a pink flush, full lips parted. He leant closer to receive the next kiss as his chin was tilted upwards, biting his bottom lip for a moment before leaning in closer, their lips pressing together. <br><br>His body felt hot, as though it were starting to burn, and he felt the beginnings of arousal stirring low in his stomach. He molded their bodies together, tangling their legs together, arms twined around the older man.<br><br>He tentatively opened his lips as the other man silently asked for entrance.<br><br>Their tongues slid against each other - he was tentative, nervous, new to this - his lips parting eagerly. He wanted more from Masato; he didn't entirely know what more he wanted, but he wanted more. He had had other men paw at him but this was entirely different - he wanted this, wanted more of Masato's touches. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>21-04-2011, 19:01:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				One hand slipped into Naoki's hair and the other flattened against the small of his back pressing the younger man tightly against him. Masato could already feel the shivers of arousal running through his body and feared that Naoki would be able to feel the effect he was having on him. Hungry for more, he could not help lightly nipping the young man's bottom lip before deepening the kiss further. The hand pressed against the small of the Kabuki actor's back travelled slowly over his behind and down the back of his thigh, parting the other man's legs. He shifted his thigh between Naoki's legs as he gripped his jeans in order to lift Naoki's leg and fit his hand beneath his knee, pulling him ever closer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>21-04-2011, 19:14:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Before Naoki knew it he was moaning softly into the kiss, pressing his pert behind into the other man's hand, raising his leg to wrap it over the other man's hip. He let his legs part, and let out a soft whimper as Masato's leg slid between his. He was already mostly hard - without thinking, he pressed that hardness against the other man's thigh, seeking release from the growing pressure between his legs. <br><br>"Masato..." he whispered, gasping as his bottom lip was nipped at, wanting more. He let his hips move gently, just pressing against the other man, seeking to release some of what was building up. <br><br>He held tightly to the other man, fingers digging into his shoulders, running his fingers up through his hair. <br><br>"More," he whispered, hoping he didn't sound too desperate.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>21-04-2011, 19:34:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Masato gently lifted the petite male into his arms. He wanted nothing more than to take him here and now, but the part of him that was still a gentleman hushed the raging beast inside him. Breaking their kiss, he walked behind the fountain and slipped down into a little alcove surrounded by rose bushes. He lay Naoki down on the lush grass and crawled cautiously between his legs. Masato didn't want to scare him away, but he wanted him so badly. His erection was now straining at his trousers and it was becoming painful, but he did not seek to release himself. Instead he leant over Naoki and pressed his lips against his. The kiss was passionate, yet sweet as if he did not wish to break the lithe young man beneath him. His mouth left Naoki's and travelled to his ear to whisper softly.<br><br>"I... I want you, Naoki. But I will not do anything you do not wish to do."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>22-04-2011, 07:01:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I've...I've never," he whispered quietly as he was laid down, hushed by the kiss to his lips. He let out another soft sound, fingers curling in the other man's crisp shirt, wanting to hold him forever. He never wanted to be far from Masato - he'd never felt true passion, and it was mixing so headily with everything he'd already been shown that day, and he could think of no better thing to give Masato to repay him than himself. He wanted him in a way that he'd never wanted a man before and while it confused and frightened him he wanted it more than anything and nothing could scare him away.<br><br>"I know," he whispered to the other man's gentle assurances. "I want...I want to do more. With you," he whispered, legs spreading slightly, his own eagerness straining the front of his own jeans. He let out a soft whimper of frustration, reaching down to undo the top button of his jeans, wanting to relieve that strain just a little bit. <br><br>"Please, show me..." he whispered, "Show me everything. Show me all of this - I don't know how, but...I..." he whispered. <br><br>"I want you. I want to be yours in every way."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>22-04-2011, 12:06:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nodding slightly, he brushed his lips against Naoki's once more before gently moving the young man's hands away so he could slowly pull down the zip. Masato paused for a second as if unsure of himself, before gripping Naoki's jeans and sliding them off his slender legs. One hand stroked Naoki's hair as he captured his lips in a passionate kiss. The other hand trailed its fingertips trailed with an agonising slowness up and down Naoki's cotten clad length. Masato nipped delicately at the young man's bottom lip before trailing sweet little butterfly kisses along his jawline and down his throat. Teeth grazed Naoki's collarbone as the gentle hand left his hair and tugged the tank top up and off his lithe body.<br><br>Masato wanted to make the young man feel good. He wanted to be the one to give him pleasure when all others had tried to take pleasure from him. Naoki danced for others, dressed for others, sang for others, entertained others and gave pleasure to others. The older man wanted to make the Kabuki actor see stars. To make his body shiver with want, tremble with need and shake with pleasure. Naoki was no longer a boy, but a man and a man has many needs. Masato wanted to meet some of those needs before slaking his own lust within that beautiful body.<br><br>He slicked a wet line across one rosebud nipple with his tongue before taking it into his mouth and sucking gently. His teeth gently nipped at the bud, the tip of his tongue flicking over it every now and again in a teasing manner. The older man kissed and licked his way across Naoki's chest to give the other nipple the same attention he had given its twin. He worked to pulls sounds of pleasure from the Kabuki actors throat, to make him squirm and to send his body mad with need. He kissed down Naoki's stomach, the hand that had been teasing him moved up to slip its fingers beneath the waistband of Naoki's underwear. Masato looked up to catch the young man's eye before laying a kiss upon his cotton clad cock then began to slowly pull the underwear from his body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>22-04-2011, 20:20:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He trembled as the other man trailed his fingertips up and down his length, removing his hands to give the other man control of his body. He tilted his head back as Masato's teeth and lips played along his throat, helping remove his top, spreading his legs a bit more to give himself to the other man. He wanted Masato to find pleasure in his body as well.<br><br>He wanted to give himself to Masato, to be with him, to be in love with him. He cried out as the other man's tongue teased over his nipple, teeth nipping at it, making his hard length strain hard at his pants.<br><br>"Oh..." he gasped, "Oh, Masato..." <br><br>His hands fluttered before coming to rest on the other man's shoulders. He whimpered, body burning, watching desperately as the other man's lips and tongue worked all the way down his stomach. His lithe muscles were clenching, whole body trembling for more. He raised his hips to allow him to pull the underwear down, nervous now that he was bare, body revealed.<br><br>His skin was milky white, hard length straining, the lush emerald grass warm and soft under his back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>22-04-2011, 20:44:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Masato allowed his eyes to trail down Naoki's naked form, his breath caught in his throat and his eyes darkened with lust. He slowly removed his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. The older man was unsure of how far to take things with Naoki, if he had been sure of the boy's feelings, he would have preferred to be inside on a soft bed where there were things he could have used to make this more comfortable for him. But, this was a beautiful setting, and he did look enchanting against the green grass and surrounded by crimson roses. He would only take it as far as Naoki wanted, if he hurt him then he would stop. Masato placed his shirt neatly over the suit jacket and loosened his belt, his fingers shaking as he undid the button of his trousers and letting out a small sigh of relief as some of the tightness finally yielded.&nbsp; <br><br>"I want you to tell me what feels good, and what hurts. If you want me to stop, tell me and I will. I promise."<br><br>His long fingers wrapped around&nbsp; Naoki's cock and began to gently stroke him, varying pressure and speed to see what delighted him. His lips brushed against Naoki's once more before he sat back, kneeling between the young man's legs. Drawing his finger into his mouth, he sucked it until it was completely soaked and pressed the pad of his finger against Naoki's tight hole. He did not enter him just yet, instead he stroked in little circles as the other hand continued to stroke his cock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>22-04-2011, 21:37:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Naoki watched the other man as he moved down along his body, his eyes wide, clearly excited. He nodded, wanting more, letting out soft little sounds as the other man began stroking him gently, watching in awe. Finally his eyes fluttered shut as the other man held him close and varied speed and pressure until he found just the right spot to get him. <br><br>With Masato's hand going fast, with an almost painful amount of pressure, Naoki's hips began bucking up to meet his thrusts, letting out soft little breaths of pleasure. He wanted more, more touches, more anything. More of what Masato could give him.<br><br>He clearly liked a bit of a punishing pace, giving himself over to it, only because it was Masato.<br><br>"Masato!" His voice was barely above a whisper and yet it was heavy with lust and pleasure, a soft whimper asking for more, shifting his backside ever so slightly so that his tight hole was pressed a bit closer against the other man's finger, silently asking him for more. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>22-04-2011, 21:47:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The older man kept up the punishing pace that the young Kabuki actor seemed to enjoy. He didn't know how much longer he could go without taking his own release, but he was determined to please Naoki first. Slowly, so as to give the petite man the chance to tell him to stop, he slid his finger inside Naoki. Once his finger was fully inside, he waited for a moment to give him chance to get used to the feeling of having something inside him before slowly moving in and out. He leaned over and pressed his lips to Naoki's and kissed him passionately.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>22-04-2011, 21:51:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Naoki's eyes widened and he winced ever so slightly, the tightness of his body making it somewhat uncomfortable to have a finger in him, though when he started to move it back and forth any distraction seemed to fade away. He let out a little sound of pure pleasure and his hips bucked up as the other man kissed him, finger finding that sweet spot inside him.<br><br>"I want you in me," he whispered quietly, begging his lover. "Oh, oh...I can't...I'm so..." he was already edging so close to his orgasm but he wanted to wait, wanted to give more of himself to the other man. <br><br>"Please," he whispered. <br><br>He knew a bit about how males had sex - he wanted Masato in him, taking him, fucking him as hard as he possibly could. He knew how good it would feel if this was any indication and he could hardly bear to have to wait any longer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>22-04-2011, 22:08:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Unable to resist Naoki's soft pleas, Masaoto gently removed his finger and stood to pull down his own trousers. He threw them to the side, not longer worried around being neat and kicked off his shoes. Kneeling between the younger man's legs once more, he spat on his hand and stroked himself, his own pre-cum helping to slick his hardened length.<br><br>"I don't want to hurt you, my love..."<br><br>He placed his cock at Naoki's entrance and slowly pushed, the head wasn't even all the way in but already he could feel the tightness of his body resisting him. Masato silently cursed that he may not have prepared the younger man enough, but he couldn't wait. He needed to be deep inside him and to hell with the consequences.<br><br>"But... I need you... I want you so much..."<br><br>The head of his cock slid inside and Masato gasped, he was so tight it was almost painful. He gathered the smaller man into his arms and continued to slowly push forward. He let out a soft moan when he was fully inside, their bodies pressed tightly together. Pressing his lips to Naok's once more he began to move, slowly at first but unable to stop himself, he began to move faster. He gripped Naoki's thigh to drag him close and fucked him hard into the ground. Soft moans and gasps escaped his lips as he took his lover for the first time.<br><br>"Naoki.... gods.... you feel so good..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>23-04-2011, 00:06:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Naoki let out soft little sounds as the other man touched him, and began moving into him, preparing himself. He let out a soft, sharp cry as the other man moved in - his fingers dug in hard to Masato's shoulders, hard enough to bruise, crying out - mostly because it hurt. It would take him a moment to adjust and he made Masato wait for just a moment. When he was finally ready, trembling slightly, he allowed the other man to start moving and thrusting into his body.<br><br>He let out a soft cry, head tilted back, revealing that milky throat. He wanted more, always more, more touches from the other man. He wanted more kisses, more touches, more bites. He let out a soft cry as the other man thrust hard into him and brought him to that peak of pleasure once more.<br><br>"Oh...!" <br><br>He was so close - he knew that he wouldn't last much longer. Not with the delicious pressure of the other man slamming into him so rapidly. He was riding that sweet edge, ready to spill over. It was his first time and he wanted to last longer for Masato, but between his teasing and the pleasure of being taken now that the pain had faded, he was so close.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>23-04-2011, 09:56:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Teeth grazed Naoki's collar bone and strong hands took hold of his wrists, pinning his hands to the ground beside his head. Masato was getting so, so close. He could feel his orgasm building rapidly and he bit down on his own lips desperately trying to last longer. The punishing pace he had taken up was effecting him just as much as Naoki and his body was awash with shivers. His eyes gazed at that milky white throat and before he knew what he was doing, he sank his teeth into that pale flesh. His thrusts became harder and faster as he neared his completion. A low groan escaped his lips as he spilled himself inside Naoki, his fingers bruising his wrists and his teeth sure to leave a nasty mark.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>23-04-2011, 12:18:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the other man's teeth sank into his throat, he lost it, spilling over his chest as the other man pounded into him hard enough to make him cry out in desperation. It almost hurt, yet it felt so good, and he found himself quivering with pleasure atop the grass. He was breathless, entirely happy to have given himself to the other man, though he was finding breathing to be a serious challenge.<br><br>"Oh..." <br><br>His whispers were breathless, thrilled, clearly pleased, "Oh...that was...amazing..." <br><br>He looked at the older man, dark eyes opening, wrists and neck showing that he was undeniably Masato's. "That felt so good..." he whispered softly, "I'm so glad that I'm here with you. I never want to leave you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 16:02:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Masato held himself above the young man, his entire body trembling and his head lowered. Catching his breath he reached down and gathered the Kabuki actor into his arms. He held him tightly to his chest, his heart hammering against his ribcage and his eyes drifting shut. He had never before felt like he was so much a part of someone, as if they were two halves of the same soul. He stroked Naoki's hair and slowly opened his eyes so he could look down at the man in his arms.<br><br>"Thank you, Naoki. I am greatly blessed to have found you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>06-05-2011, 05:50:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Masato drew him closer, he curled into the other man, letting out a soft sound of pain and pleasure. He let out the tiniest little whimper and pressed his head into the crook of the other man's shoulder. That was when the fear hit him, fear that he'd just ruined all he'd been given, that now that he'd given himself to Masato he'd be told to leave.<br><br>He couldn't stop the tears that welled into his eyes and he shoved his head into Masato's shoulder, hiding his face there, shoulders shaking but otherwise entirely silent. <br><br>It was a bit eery, and only the slight tremors and wetness of his tears on Masato's skin indicated he was crying, utterly silent.<br><br>He'd long ago learned to mask his pain as best he could. "Do I have to leave now? I shouldn't have...did I give myself to you too soon? I understand if you think I'm dirty now." He had been trained for so long to think of his virginity as a commodity.<br><br>It was something to be sold, something to be given to the highest bidder, and he was terrified that now that Masato had gotten it that he would no longer want him. His voice was soft, ashamed - he was glad that he'd given himself to Masato, but he feared that he'd be punished for it, that whatever they had was now over, despite Masato's soft promises and his earnestness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>06-05-2011, 20:30:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Masato's brow furrowed at Naoki's words and&nbsp; concerned by his tears. This was not what he had wanted for the young man at all. He feared that perhaps the Kabuki actor felt that he had been betrayed by him for taking his virginity. Dear gods he was so young and he had just stolen something so precious. <br><br>"No... no my dear, Naoki... I do not want you to leave. Far from it."<br><br>He lay Naoki back down on the grass and quickly dressed himself before wrapping the frail looking young man up into his suit jacket and lifting him up into his arms. He cradled the man like a child, and held him just as gently, walking slowly up to the house so as not so cause him further pain. They made it inside without anyone spotting them, and Masato went straight to his bedroom and lay Naoki on the bed.<br><br>"You rest now. I'll run you a bath."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Masks [Sho and Werewolfoflondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 00:19:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Naoki curled into the suit jacket and lay quiet in Masato's arms, eyes shut, slowing his breathing so that he would not cry anymore. He wrapped the jacket more tightly around him and lay back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling for just a moment. As the man turned to go to the bathroom, he slowly rose and followed him, barely covered by the suit jacket that was far too large for him. <br><br>He came up silently behind him, gently resting his hands on Masato's back, tentative. "I..." he whispered, then lost his words again and looked down for a moment. "I liked it." <br><br>He looked up, tentative, those beautiful almond-shaped eyes tilting up to look at the other man. <br><br>"I don't want you to think I regret it. It was...it was the most incredible experience of my life. Better than my debut onstage. I just...I'm scared that now that we've...that I messed things up." He let out a bitter, soft laugh, looking down at his slim legs. 
			</dd>
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