Against His Will part 38
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krystalkatzficz“You...Kazunari is it not?” The king asked and Kazu gave a quick polite nod glad that his husband was close. That was a strange thing in itself but he couldn’t deny that there was something oddly soothing about Jun at the moment. He nodded dragging his tongue over his very dry lips whispering;
“Yes, your majesty…”
“Satoshi…or even father-in-law but never your majesty unless you are purposely trying to insult me…” Satoshi said smiling though there was a harsh snap about his words and Kazu wondered what it was that had caused the king to hate his family so much. He swallowed shaking his head rapidly spluttering;
“No…Never…I mean…Um…I apologise…Si…fat…Sa…”
“Father please, stop teasing my sprite, I will not forgive you if you upset him…” Jun growled harshly his arm coming to rest around his shoulders pulling him in to his body. Satoshi held up his hands his head shaking from side to side as he gave an apologetic looking nod.
“I apologise, I only meant it as a joke but I admit that it sounded harsher than I had intended…Please forgive me, Kazunari…I will try to curb that…”
“I…Of course…?” Kazu whispered his eyebrows knitting together. He hadn’t meant to make it sound like a question but that was the way that it sounded to his ears and it caused him to flush brightly and look down at his feet. The rolling waves of nerves were once again swirling around inside of him and he was terrified that he was going to throw up again over the expensive carpet. It seemed that Jun realised that and he hummed lightly under his breath his fingertips massaging the back of his neck in slow circles that wiped away the nauseous feeling.
“We should go and rest now father, it has been a long journey and we would like to be rested and refreshed before being paraded around the court…Come on my sprite, if we use the servants stairs it will be quicker… ” Jun told him and without another word to the surprised looking king Jun guided him through a nook in the wall that led to a large but dim looking passageway. It wasn’t as decorated as the main area but there were intricate paintings that ran along the inside and he couldn’t help but reach out to touch the lightly painted faces and animals wondering what kind of artist would decorate the servant’s passages. “My father painted those as a child…He thought that the servants would need something to look at as they went about their duty…”
“The king painted these?” Kazu breathed in disbelief and amazement trying to imagine the child king painting the intricate paintings that were lining the walls as they walked up the curved stairways startling some of the maids that were doing their jobs.
“Yes…I am sorry for the way that he is acting towards you…I promise that when he is being sensible he will treat you with more kindness…” Jun told him taking his arm and leading him through something that turned out to be a painting. Kazu swallowed down another lump doubting that the king would ever treat him with kindness and he whispered out his fears;
“…My husband…I…You...Your father…He…He does not approve of me…”
“He does not care for your family…He does not know that you are not like them…” Jun replied as they walked down what Kazu assumed was the long gallery of portraits of the Ohno-Matsumoto’s and Kazu felt a large lump of pain choking at his throat realising that he had come to yet another place that hated him. He found himself wishing that he could crouch on the floor or cry but he refused to show that weakness in front of Jun. He looked up at husband noting that there was an almost pitying look in his eyes.
“…Do you know…Why?”
“…I…I am not honestly sure…But I believe it stems from something in our parents youth…Though I cannot say what…Your father has done little to win many favours in court though…” Jun hummed and Kazu breathed out shakily daunted by the many eyes of the royal family that were looking down at them and he croaked;
“I…I am surprised that he allowed you to marry me…”
“You are not fool enough to know that it was nothing more than political…Your family may be disliked by the court but they are a noble family and you were a fantastic match…” Jun shrugged and Kazu chewed at his lips still surprised that the king would choose him “…We are almost at our room…We can talk more there…”
“Yes…My husband…”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“This place is incredible!” Masaki shouted running through the house opening every door that he came to and peering inside. He had been told about the number of rooms and that there weren’t as many in the castle but Sakurai had failed to mention the size of them. They were large and well-proportioned some three times the size of his bedroom in the castle. There was even a ballroom with sleek polished floor and crystal chandelier. Large pillars and white statutes based on the Greek gods lined the walls and Masaki was already planning a Christmas ball with deep green boughs of holly swirled around them.
“I am so happy that you approve my love…” Sakurai chuckled from his position a few feet behind him. Masaki knew that his husband would have an indulgent expression on his face but he refused to look at it determined to enjoy himself. His body was still aching with low pulses of pleasure and as he had predicted his legs had colourful bruises over them but he was genuinely happy and whenever he felt his husband reaching out to touch him. “Do you wish to see the statute now? Or are you perhaps too occupied…”
“No, I want to see! Please…” Masaki gasped having to forcibly stop himself from jumping up and down like a child as he reached out and took his husband’s hand pulling him towards the large doors that led out onto their park and gardens. They were just as beautiful as the house with each of the path ways decorated by lines of beautiful well-kept flowers. Each path was covered with tiny stones that crunched under foot and all of them led to a large dome shape in the centre. Unlike the red bricks of the house this was made of beautiful polished marble that shone in the fading light while veins of black and blue stretched out over the surfaces adding a beautiful tinge to it rather than diminishing it. As they grew closer to it Masaki could see the proud white statute watching out over the garden and a crystal clear pond that showed beautiful fish. The man was twice the size that he was with perfectly sculptured muscles and, much to Masaki’s embarrassment, showed a small penis under what appeared to be a skirt that he was wearing around the top of his thighs. His hair was curled and decorated with a laurel while a bow and arrow in his hands. He looked almost sad as he gazed down at them with sightless eyes while large white wings appeared to be sprouting from his back “Who…Is he?”
“Eros the god of love…I saw him and I thought that he looked like you, my love…” Sakurai answered his arms wrapping around him tightly and Masaki’s eyes focused on the small penis and balls his cheeks burning a little bit when he said;
“I am bigger than that…”
“…Indeed you are my love…” Sakurai snorted loudly his teeth grazing over his ear as his hands slid down his body to cup at his penis through his breeches causing Masaki to squeak loudly his body immediately reacting to the touch. “I have dreamt about making love to you here…Shall we make it come true…?”
TBC
A/N: I hope that this was okay…Sakurai is a horny man ne ^_^
“Yes, your majesty…”
“Satoshi…or even father-in-law but never your majesty unless you are purposely trying to insult me…” Satoshi said smiling though there was a harsh snap about his words and Kazu wondered what it was that had caused the king to hate his family so much. He swallowed shaking his head rapidly spluttering;
“No…Never…I mean…Um…I apologise…Si…fat…Sa…”
“Father please, stop teasing my sprite, I will not forgive you if you upset him…” Jun growled harshly his arm coming to rest around his shoulders pulling him in to his body. Satoshi held up his hands his head shaking from side to side as he gave an apologetic looking nod.
“I apologise, I only meant it as a joke but I admit that it sounded harsher than I had intended…Please forgive me, Kazunari…I will try to curb that…”
“I…Of course…?” Kazu whispered his eyebrows knitting together. He hadn’t meant to make it sound like a question but that was the way that it sounded to his ears and it caused him to flush brightly and look down at his feet. The rolling waves of nerves were once again swirling around inside of him and he was terrified that he was going to throw up again over the expensive carpet. It seemed that Jun realised that and he hummed lightly under his breath his fingertips massaging the back of his neck in slow circles that wiped away the nauseous feeling.
“We should go and rest now father, it has been a long journey and we would like to be rested and refreshed before being paraded around the court…Come on my sprite, if we use the servants stairs it will be quicker… ” Jun told him and without another word to the surprised looking king Jun guided him through a nook in the wall that led to a large but dim looking passageway. It wasn’t as decorated as the main area but there were intricate paintings that ran along the inside and he couldn’t help but reach out to touch the lightly painted faces and animals wondering what kind of artist would decorate the servant’s passages. “My father painted those as a child…He thought that the servants would need something to look at as they went about their duty…”
“The king painted these?” Kazu breathed in disbelief and amazement trying to imagine the child king painting the intricate paintings that were lining the walls as they walked up the curved stairways startling some of the maids that were doing their jobs.
“Yes…I am sorry for the way that he is acting towards you…I promise that when he is being sensible he will treat you with more kindness…” Jun told him taking his arm and leading him through something that turned out to be a painting. Kazu swallowed down another lump doubting that the king would ever treat him with kindness and he whispered out his fears;
“…My husband…I…You...Your father…He…He does not approve of me…”
“He does not care for your family…He does not know that you are not like them…” Jun replied as they walked down what Kazu assumed was the long gallery of portraits of the Ohno-Matsumoto’s and Kazu felt a large lump of pain choking at his throat realising that he had come to yet another place that hated him. He found himself wishing that he could crouch on the floor or cry but he refused to show that weakness in front of Jun. He looked up at husband noting that there was an almost pitying look in his eyes.
“…Do you know…Why?”
“…I…I am not honestly sure…But I believe it stems from something in our parents youth…Though I cannot say what…Your father has done little to win many favours in court though…” Jun hummed and Kazu breathed out shakily daunted by the many eyes of the royal family that were looking down at them and he croaked;
“I…I am surprised that he allowed you to marry me…”
“You are not fool enough to know that it was nothing more than political…Your family may be disliked by the court but they are a noble family and you were a fantastic match…” Jun shrugged and Kazu chewed at his lips still surprised that the king would choose him “…We are almost at our room…We can talk more there…”
“Yes…My husband…”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“This place is incredible!” Masaki shouted running through the house opening every door that he came to and peering inside. He had been told about the number of rooms and that there weren’t as many in the castle but Sakurai had failed to mention the size of them. They were large and well-proportioned some three times the size of his bedroom in the castle. There was even a ballroom with sleek polished floor and crystal chandelier. Large pillars and white statutes based on the Greek gods lined the walls and Masaki was already planning a Christmas ball with deep green boughs of holly swirled around them.
“I am so happy that you approve my love…” Sakurai chuckled from his position a few feet behind him. Masaki knew that his husband would have an indulgent expression on his face but he refused to look at it determined to enjoy himself. His body was still aching with low pulses of pleasure and as he had predicted his legs had colourful bruises over them but he was genuinely happy and whenever he felt his husband reaching out to touch him. “Do you wish to see the statute now? Or are you perhaps too occupied…”
“No, I want to see! Please…” Masaki gasped having to forcibly stop himself from jumping up and down like a child as he reached out and took his husband’s hand pulling him towards the large doors that led out onto their park and gardens. They were just as beautiful as the house with each of the path ways decorated by lines of beautiful well-kept flowers. Each path was covered with tiny stones that crunched under foot and all of them led to a large dome shape in the centre. Unlike the red bricks of the house this was made of beautiful polished marble that shone in the fading light while veins of black and blue stretched out over the surfaces adding a beautiful tinge to it rather than diminishing it. As they grew closer to it Masaki could see the proud white statute watching out over the garden and a crystal clear pond that showed beautiful fish. The man was twice the size that he was with perfectly sculptured muscles and, much to Masaki’s embarrassment, showed a small penis under what appeared to be a skirt that he was wearing around the top of his thighs. His hair was curled and decorated with a laurel while a bow and arrow in his hands. He looked almost sad as he gazed down at them with sightless eyes while large white wings appeared to be sprouting from his back “Who…Is he?”
“Eros the god of love…I saw him and I thought that he looked like you, my love…” Sakurai answered his arms wrapping around him tightly and Masaki’s eyes focused on the small penis and balls his cheeks burning a little bit when he said;
“I am bigger than that…”
“…Indeed you are my love…” Sakurai snorted loudly his teeth grazing over his ear as his hands slid down his body to cup at his penis through his breeches causing Masaki to squeak loudly his body immediately reacting to the touch. “I have dreamt about making love to you here…Shall we make it come true…?”
TBC
A/N: I hope that this was okay…Sakurai is a horny man ne ^_^
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Date: 2014-12-04 03:34 pm (UTC)Hey I like this chapter soo much >u<
J really sweet toward Kazu <3
But why you haven't updating SATOSHI? :o
I really curious what will happen in the next chapter XD
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Date: 2014-12-05 11:24 am (UTC)I'm really glad that you like it :D
hehe he's adorable really ne :D
I'm sorry >.< its a mixture of playing on a game and being stupidly ill with headcolds and sore throats I'm focusing on easy stories to write >.<
I hope that you'll continue to enjoy :D
Thanks for reading ^_^