Of course Draken knew where to find Mikey, but he was not going to say it, not because he did not want to help, or because he wanted to lie to his friends, the reality was that it was not an exact place, and it was always with a single purpose, it was a unspoken agreement, a painful experiment that began as an expiation of guilt, and is now little more than a sweet addiction.

Normally he always closed the motorcycle shop himself, but days like that, when he received an address, from an anonymous and disposable number, he would simply throw the keys to Inui, and tell him that he was too tired, so he would go home. He stretched his muscles, hoping that his face did not reflect what he really thought or felt, especially since Inupi's gaze was one of those serious and analytical ones, from which it was difficult to escape.

A glance at the message was enough to memorize the address, they rarely met in the same place, but most of the time it was in the same districts or areas. Ken Ryuguji knew perfectly the environment that surrounded "love hotels", those where couples attended with a single idea in mind.

The sensation of privacy, sensuality, and the smell of lubricant and disinfectant, always filled everything. Upon entering reception, he gave the false name that accompanied the address, and received the key without many questions.

His hands were still shaking when inserting the card, because what they were doing was not correct, and he struggled to contain himself, but the desire born in the deepest and darkest part of his being, pushed his body.

Then I would turn the knob, and I would see him sitting there, with long blond hair covering his face, wrapped in a bathrobe, he was always the first to arrive. Draken closed carefully, and his eyes were fixed on the small back, the one that was much stronger and more resistant than it seemed, because it tended to carry the problems of the whole world.

*

Manjiro Sano was never really strong, not at least in what mattered, he was weak to his impulses, weak to the truth, weak to his own emotions, so painfully weak, that he sometimes fell into selfishness, when he was supposed to be. What he had to do was replace a little of what he took away.

He was there, the smell of soap filling his skin, his hands clenched on his thighs, waiting for who his best friend was for too long. Because on one occasion, they discovered that with alcohol and imagination, some comfort could be found. Now alcohol stopped entering the equation, but it didn't matter, because the need for both was enough.°^°

She closed her eyes when the huge hand slid down her hip, and the bed flattened behind her back, when the kisses began to fill her neck, she dropped her body back, colliding with Ken's well-worked. The robe was untied, and her thighs spread, caressed with a softness that was almost painful, because she knew he was not the one who was caressed.

No, if it were to him, Draken would never be tender and careful, if by some strange play of fate, Draken really wanted him, it would surely be rude, it would be punishing, it would make it hurt, because it was what he deserved. But when Ryuguji touched him, he imagined that he touched Emma, ​​and then he was sweet, yet eager.

She let him lie down on the bed, and her face drifted, enough not to see him directly, because if they saw too much, she would lose the charm, and the illusion... the idea that he was her sister.

The robe was relegated to the ground, as it slid along the shore, and the kisses on his shoulders, made his hands slide down the strong shoulders, with trembling hands to remove the clothes that stood in his way of caressing Draken's muscles .

That's why he hated himself, he hated himself, because that was not supposed to be good for him, he was supposed to find pain in every moment of the act. But the truth was that she wanted him, rather, she needed him. He liked it when his fingers ran down the muscular back, he liked to caress the abdomen before shedding his pants, sighing when the teeth scraped his skin, preventing him from moving on, being too groggy in his own taste.

*

Ken no longer knew whether to laugh or cry, because of that situation, because of Mikey's naivety, and how he lent himself to it. True, the first time it happened, he was drunk ... so drunk, and he didn't see his dear Mikey, he saw Emma. That's why he put him on his back in that dark corner, that's why he unloaded inside him, moaning the name of the deceased sister Sano.

But it was the only time he thought about her, because when Manjiro proposed it again, when he told him in a tremulous voice that he would leave the color blonde, and that he could hug him, and pretend it was her, he wanted to hit him. Because that was the impulse once, it was the pain speaking for him.

However, instead of doing so, instead of refusing the insane proposal, he accepted it. She thought that by having him like this, she might make him feel how ridiculous he was, and the pain he caused her just by suggesting it. His surprise was taken to see himself burning with desire for the body of his old best friend.

After so many times, he couldn't believe that Botan's leader was unaware of the deception. When he slid his lips biting his shoulders, when he came down to suck her breast, to play with the small nipples that became hard every time his tongue caressed them, when he pulled them between his teeth and felt him tremble ... It was not the breast of a Woman, the long-fingered, callused hands digging into her back weren't, the erection rubbing against her abdomen, as hard as her own... How could she imagine it was Emma's body...? He didn't even want to do it.

"Dra ... ken" her sighs, the way she moaned her name, it was her Mikey's voice , not Emma's.

"You're wet here," he said in her ear, sliding his fingers inside her, because it was part of the game to talk to her as if she were a girl, it was part of the illusion, so that Mikey wouldn't leave. Because if she knew who she wanted was him, and that that stopped being a punishment long ago, surely she would run away.

Manjiro Sano was always present in pain, but he was a true coward when faced with happiness and care.

He took her lips, and kissed them with force, separated her legs, and made her surround him with them, and although he always pushed him away, he took his chin hard, making her look him in the eyes as he made his way into his Inside, she could see him crumble, gasp, moan, claw at her chest, whimpering with desire.

He enjoyed it so much, and it was too beautiful a sight for him to miss. Then he would kiss him again, he would kiss him gently, he would caress his clumsy tongue, little Mikey was not good at kissing, at least not to kiss deeply, or at least not with him, he would get nervous, he would hesitate, and he would hug him more strength every time.(I don't feel well writing this O-O)

When the thrusts began, Sano lost a bit in himself, and in the pleasure, and in feeling totally full: Before Draken arrived, he always tried to stretch, be open and slippery, so that they would not delay in that. In her mind... maybe to make her feel more like a girl.

But like so many times, that did not seem to be enough, because his fingers did not compare to Ryuguji's erection, from the force of how he accelerated his movements, until he reached so deep, that he began to gasp his name uncontrollably, and beg that faster, because it felt too good to even judge himself for enjoying it. I would do that later.

Now greedy he was pulling Ken's face, to find himself in a new kiss, when separating through his mouth saliva slides, but that does not matter, because it feels good, it feels too good.

When his wrists are held above his head, his face moves, aware only a little, that he must hide his face, he feels the painful pressure on his thighs, and how the blows inside him arrive with greater constancy, with greater impetus. and strength. He barely sees through his hair, how Ryuguji utters something in a low voice ... he supposes that it is the name of her, Emma ... and vaguely, between how fluffy his mind is, he wonders what use it is to hold back, if in the end, the The point of all is that Draken "be with Emma."

Ken can barely contain himself, he feels like any day he's going to speak Mikey's name louder, that he's going to moan it in his ear. For now he can only adore him in a low voice, delighted to see his chest rise and fall full of his bites, to see his little half-open mouth calling out to him.

He increases the rhythm, and the strength, he is erratic and he knows it, but Manjiro's face destroys his control and his defenses, he continues to hold his wrists, he knows that he will leave marks, and he likes that, he must carry his footprints all over the place. body, he must think about it at all times, just as he cannot get it out of his head.

She takes one more thrust, then another one deeper and she sees him come, she feels him tremble, clench her legs more tightly, arch and cry, tighten inside her ... he's going to come, his grip tightens on the white leg that continues to wrap around her. hip, and bending over does something that becomes increasingly difficult.

" Emma..." he moans in a growl, a pitiful, almost forced sound, and comes hard. They no longer want to pronounce that name, but not doing it would be giving up what they have.

Rest your forehead on the pale shoulder, release your arms and legs, and close your eyes, concentrating only on listening to the heartbeat of the body below you. Between the throbbing, he hears some sobs, and he knows that is becoming unbearable for both of them.

He turns, and draws the leader of Botan to his body, surrounds him and captures him with the desire that he never leave. He does not know how they are so idiots, to return a memory that was already painful, stain it, ruin it, and make it hurt them again.

He is so weak, he repeats it in his head, when his tears wet the chest that supports him, he is so weak, because he can no longer bear to pretend to be Emma ... he wants to be him, and for Draken to hold him, even if that is impossible. He's weak and greedy, which is a bad combination ... and he pities himself, feels so sorry for himself, that he doesn't walk away from his friend's arms like he should, sinks deeper into them, and cries more ... because only in that intimate moment does he allow himself to do it, and he does it until he falls asleep.