"Come on Sakamoto-san," Jehan said, standing up and holding out his hand to Akito.

Akito looked up blankly from Kyoshi’s now sleeping form, surprised to see Jehan in Kyoshi’s discarded robe. He hadn’t even been paying attention to the man since Kyoshi had finally collapsed into a deep sleep. Nodding slightly he rose, taking the man’s hand and leading him to the room across from Kyoshi’s.

"Thank you for coming Jehan," Akito said gratefully.

"Anything for you Sakamoto-san," Jehan said in a rich sultry voice.

Akito remained quiet, hardly hearing the man as he took a seat and tried to get a hold of his volatile emotions. He hadn’t had such trouble reigning in his emotions since he had been a teenager thrust into the dark underworld of the Sakamoto clan. It was as if his carefully constructed walls that had keep him together and in control were being crushed by Kyoshi’s vulnerability.

"Your brother will need my services for a while I think," Jehan said after a time, finally drawing Akito’s attention from his inner conflicts.

"Yes, I know it is a lot to ask since you are no longer under contract with Black Heaven but I would prefer not to switch partners on Kyoshi. I do not want him to feel as though he were being used unduly if at all possible," Akito said quietly.

"He is a brothel boy isn’t he?" Jehan asked shrewdly.

"Yes, the Sakamoto clan took him while he was still a boy, but I intended to put a stop to it," Akito said in a firm steely voice.

"Of course, I will help but Sakamoto-san..." Jehan hesitated, biting his lower lip.

Akito looked up sharply to see compassion and a knowing look in the man’s eyes. Jehan had seen much in his life and was almost as shrewd at gauging people as Akito himself was. He knew the man couldn’t have missed the slipping of his mask that he had always held in place. The man knew of his own personal struggle against his attraction to Kyoshi and accepted it without blinking.

"He’s my brother," Akito said tightly, answering the unspoken words that the man had held back.

"Yes, but you’re also human Sakamoto-san. You hold yourself apart from everyone, some say since you founded Black Heaven. You’re not a monk Sakamoto-san, you need like any man," Jehan said carefully as Akito looked away from the gentle sea-green eyes that looked at him knowingly.

Akito heard the man move, coming over to kneel down in front of him. He looked up in surprise when he felt a hand gently touch his face, caressing it gently. Jehan looked at him with his peaceful calming face that had soothed many a patron in his days at Black Heaven.

"I can’t," Akito said, shaking his head even as he looked at the man that continued to stare at him.

"If you don’t can you continue to bear watching what we do without breaking your will?" Jehan asked softly.

"I’m not going to be there, not again Jehan."

"Even if he begs again? You’ve torn him from his world Sakamoto-san and he is lost once again. He needs you for you are the only thing he knows right now. You might have freed him but that level of abuse and training doesn’t go away so easily. He is afraid, without the drugs you are taking away from him he needs something stable to grasp," Jehan replied, his voice firm with his knowledge.

"I’m his brother, not his master," Akito said feeling his heart pound in his ears.

"Right now I don’t think it matters to the boy. It wasn’t me that he wanted Sakamoto-san," Jehan said gently.

"I won’t do that, I can’t," Akito said desperately, trying to find his control and calm.

"I know, but your body doesn’t. It was the first thing you teach us, know your body, know what it needs. What does your body need Sakamoto-san?" Jehan asked, his hand touching his face with the tips of fingers gliding down his cheek and throat lightly.

"Jehan you don’t have to do this. I can’t ask this of you as well," Akito said tightly, closing his eyes even as he felt his sex harden slightly at Jehan’s deft touch.

Akito heard a soft rich laugh and opened his eyes to see Jehan leaning close to him, their faces only inches apart. The man’s sweet peppermint breath surrounded him as Jehan dropped an arm around him

"Oh, Sakamoto-san think of this as payment for my services. Don’t you know that anyone at Black Heaven would be willing to do anything for a chance to bed you? You don’t even know how much we all love you, do you?" Jehan breathed, leaning down to kiss him.

Akito stayed perfectly still in shock as Jehan’s lips gently meet his. He felt the man climb onto his lap even as his arms twined around Akito’s neck pulling him closer. A hot tongue flickered in his lips teasingly until they parted, letting the man explore his mouth.

In an instant Akito felt his pent-up desire flood him, washing over him in a powerful wave. He had held back for far too long and the walls that Kyoshi had battered to pieces were now crumbling under Jehan’s attack. This man was safe. He wasn’t family, he wasn’t even an employee of Black Heaven anymore. Even more, he wanted Akito. Jehan knew he didn’t love him but he did desire him. He wanted Akito’s body and at the moment it was enough for Akito to let the uncompromising control he had exerted for years uncoil. Firmly pushing away his unwanted memories and guilt he let go of everything except the sensual pleasure Jehan freely offered him.

When Akito felt Jehan guide his hands to the escort’s still limp and exhausted shaft he didn’t hesitate in touching the soft skin. Suddenly Akito came alive as he let go of all of his inhibitions and returned Jehan’s kiss with a skill that he had learned long ago. He heard the man moan appreciatively even as Akito began to skillfully stroke the half risen organ. Gently laying Jehan on his back Akito stood. With slow careful movements he undid his kimono, letting the pieces fall to the floor. He disrobed with a seductive skill the only a few of his students had ever mastered as Jehan watched, almost holding his breath as he slowly stroked himself. When at last he was completely bare he moved a hand upwards untying his long dark hair and letting it fall in graceful waves around his broad shoulders.

Kneeling down he crawled to the man, looking into his wide green eyes as Akito moved between his spread legs. Akito flicked a tongue over the man’s toes, probing between them as they lay on the floor. Jehan gasp in surprise as Akito’s mouth and tongue traced a path up his leg to his knee. He was looking at Jehan with predatory eyes meant to devour the man.

When Akito’s skillful tongue finally reached to the center of Jehan’s lust the man was constantly moaning, his legs spread wide as his whole body shook. Akito deftly undid the belt of the white robe, opening it to lay his partner completely bare to his eyes. He looked hungrily at the man’s gaping hole as he sank in his red tongue into it and heard an appreciative gasp from him. Akito grasped Jehan’s hard shaft, marveling a little at the hard yet silky soft organ as his hand moved slide up its length. He shivered a little as a thrill went through him, knowing that it was same shaft that had been buried in his little brother only an hour before. Akito moved up, kissing the red crown and letting his tongue swirl around it before following the ridges lightly to taste the salty fluid that spilled from the tip.

"Akito...Akito...Akito," Jehan gasped repeatedly as his hand tangled roughly in Akito’s hair, trying to pull him up.

Akito rose, letting his long hair flow onto the man’s chest and stomach as he slowly sank his shaft into him, pleased by his cries of encouragement.

He leaned over his partner, thrusting shallowly into him as he let their tongues entwine. He sucked gently on the man’s tongue, thrusting into the tight silken embrace that erotically squeezed his aching shaft.

Jehan gasped calling out his name again and again, all formalities lost with the overwhelming pleasure. Jehan writhed under him, pushing up against Akito even as he rose up, throwing the man’s long legs over his broad shoulders to penetrated him deeply with long quick strokes. Akito moved his hand to the now erect member that lay hard and leaking on Jehan’s stomach, stroking it in time with his thrusts.

It wasn’t long before he felt the man clamp down on him deliciously hard as his throbbing sex shot volley of white cream onto his chest. Akito pulled out of Jehan, gasping as his let his own release mix with Jehan’s on the man’s taunt sweating chest. Jehan watched with wide eyes as Akito knelt above him letting his tongue dart out to lick up the rich offerings mixed on the man’s porcelain skin. When he had finally cleaned his partner’s chest he slowly rose up with his hair trailing up the man’s body to kiss him, letting the last of the rich salty liquid mix in their now joined mouths.

When their languid kiss ended Akito noticed that Jehan’s eyes remained closed as the spent man drifted to sleep. Akito silently stood, slipping on his robe, and gently picked the almost asleep man up effortlessly despite his lanky form. He felt Jehan stir in his arms but hushed him, carrying him out and down the hall to a guest room closest to Kyoshi’s own that was always in readiness. He laid Jehan out on the waiting futon, kissing the drowsy man’s forehead lightly before leaving him.

Although it was late Akito knew that he wouldn’t be able to sleep and found himself in the water garden listening to the sounds of the flowing water and the crisp night breeze. Walking slowly down the neat stone path he found himself on the middle of the small elegant red bridge spanning one of the many fish ponds. Looking down into the clear blue water he let his mind drift.

It had been six years since he had touched another beyond the training at Black Heaven. Training similar yet so very different from what he had done as a young man in the brothels. Training that went far beyond obedience and fear and entered the realm of sensual desire combined with delicate skill. It was what had differentiated the drug dazed humans that lay lifeless in his family brothels from the attractive vibrant partners of Black Heaven. Akito had been responsible for creating the training regiment that each escort underwent before signing their contracts with Black Heaven. He was also the one who always did the initial training of each escort and made sure they were there because they wanted to be. That each person that entered the rooster of Black Heaven knew exactly what they were getting into before signing their contract that would seal them to Black Heaven. But that training had nothing to do with lust or desire for Akito, only duty to the business that he was trying to build. It had been years since he had felt overwhelming desire as he had this night.

Sex without love but filled with desire. It was a hard yet fragile line that Akito drew for his employees and easy one for Akito himself to keep. Each time he had touched anyone of the escorts at Black Heaven it had been with the avid eyes of other students watching, learning what he required of them. Every time he touched another he remembered his own sins and hated himself. Unlike Takamura he had kept himself aloof from his employees, clients, and even the few that approached him outside of work. He had never taken a lover since leaving his family and his brother.

He had thought he would never allow another into his bed again, yet Jehan had expertly manipulated him, a feat nobody had manage until now. Akito smiled at little at the thought until his mind inevitably turned to reason Jehan had succeeded in what others had failed at for the last six years. Kyoshi. Akito turned from the waters and leaned against the bridge looking up at the stars feeling his stomach tighten. He couldn’t help but wonder if he was cursed to only desire his family.

Closing his eyes he saw vivid memory of his mother, on his fifteenth birthday, in the small outdoor hot spring stained completely scarlet. He had never seen such a vivid shade of red before and even as Ryu pulled him into his chest, hiding his eyes from the sight, he could still see the bright crimson in front of his eyes. Akito couldn’t even remember the expression on his mother’s lifeless face, only the blood red water and the eerie scream from his father that didn’t sound human anymore. He didn’t remember their uncle pulling them from the hot springs or the following days where Ryu stayed with him constantly, unaware of anything around him. The only thing he remembered was feeling arms around him, and his brother’s scent that filled ever part of Akito. Ryu, who had never held or comforted anyone in his life, doing that just for him.

Akito opened his eyes to look sightlessly into the night sky, the past still filling his vision. Ryu’s lips, his silken skin, but most of all his protests and pleading for Akito to stop. They filled Akito’s thoughts as he remembered the first night he had taken his brother, despite his pleading that eventually turned into begging. Begging for Akito to continue to fuck him. Ryu’s frightened and confused voice turning deep and breathless under Akito’s attentions. It wasn’t until after when he’d laid spent on his twin brother that the reality that he had been avoiding for days filled him. His beloved mother dead and his own unforgivable actions.

If Ryu hadn’t stopped him he would have joined his mother. He could still remember the sharpness of steel against his own wrist and Ryu's harsh panicked voice. Ryu had not only stopped him but forgave him continuing to indulge Akito in his twisted desires. Akito couldn’t remember how many times he had spent himself within his twin’s body, a mirror of his own. The only thing he could remember is his deep love for him and the loathing for himself as each day passed into another.

Akito shook his head trying to banish the unwanted memories and feeling from that time. It was one of the darkest times of his life as his soul became twisted within his duties to his family business and uncontrollably lust for the one person he should have never touched. Now he faced it yet again with Kyoshi. He was determined this time not to make the same mistake he had made with Ryu. He couldn’t give in the dark desires within him. Kyoshi had suffered enough and Akito wouldn’t add this sin to his soul. What Ryu had done to Kyoshi was too much already. Ryu, who had only repeated the same mistake Akito had once made so long ago. His twin who ended up twisted so much that he couldn’t love anyone other than Akito, even when Akito turned his back on him.

"Damn," Akito said, hitting the bridge impotently.

"Akito-sama?" Tsubame said gently.

Akito whirled to see the slight woman standing at the end of bridge her bronze kimono shining softly in the moonlight. He looked at her angrily for a moment then turned away unable to face the woman, who undoubtedly already knew of what lay in his heart. The one person who had served him and his family since she was born and knew all of his secrets.

"How is Kyoshi-sama?" Tsubame asked, resting her hand gently on the bridge.

"Asleep finally, Jehan will be staying the next couple of weeks until all of the drugs are out of Kyoshi’s system," Akito said, not looking at the woman.

"He works for Black Heaven?"

"No, he used to, but he was willing to help and also has experience with brothel boys. He will treat Kyoshi gently and be able to help him through everything," Akito answered.

"And you?" Tsubame asked, slowly walking up to Akito.

"What do you think I am? I’m not going to abuse the boy," Akito growled, swinging around to look angrily at the woman who knew everything about him.

Akito’s eyes widened as Tsubame reached up and touched his face gently her dark eyes filled with compassion. Those liquid brown eyes where his undoing as he felt her forgiveness and acceptance of him flood through him, absolving him of his unbearable thoughts. Akito sank down to the ground, wrapping his arms around her slim waist and burying his face into the folds of her bronze kimono as he shook. He felt small hand stroke his hair soothingly.

"I know you’re not Akito. You would never hurt anyone, especially your brothers. It isn’t a crime to love someone Akito, there is no such thing as unforgivable love. Kyoshi is going to need his big brother, don’t ignore him for something that no longer matters," Tsubame said gently.

"No longer matters?!" Akito said harshly, pulling away from her gentle hand.

"Ryusuke-same loved you Akito and you loved him. There is no sin in love. I seen what was between you two and I can never believe that it was wrong. You brought out the best in him, and gave him something to strive for," Tsubame said gently, caressing his check.

"He is my brother, my twin. I should have never touched him, ever. It was wrong of me and I only corrupted Ryu even more," Akito whispered.

"There is no way anyone could corrupt Ryusuke-sama more than he already is," Tsubame said with a wry smile. "No Akito, it is only because of you that your twin has any humanity left. Even now with you two apart the Ryusuke-sama still abides the line you drew for him, so long ago. I know my words are meaningless to you but please remember Akito that the only one that hasn’t forgiven you is yourself," Tsubame rebuked softly, pulling him close to her again.

Perhaps she was right but he couldn’t make himself believe that what he had done to Ryu was right. No matter how much Ryu loved him, and forgave him the vivid memories of that night would haunt Akito forever. His brother’s pleas for him to stop that turn into gasps of pleasure urging him on still filled him with a mixture of deep lust and even deeper guilt. Now Kyoshi, who pleaded with him in that same deep voice so very similar to Ryu and yet completely different, haunted Akito’s mind as Tsubame held him. He had twisted his twin and drawn him into the debase desires of sex, unleashing a demon within Ryu that had never quieted, he would not do the same to Kyoshi.

When he had agreed to take Kyoshi in it had never occurred to him that this would happen again. His feelings for Ryu went far deeper than blood, deeper than lust. Ryu was his other half and knew him as no other person ever could. Kyoshi was different, a stranger that shared his blood but still a stranger. Yet when the boy had pleaded with him, when he had looked into the dark eyes filled with a need stronger than anything Akito had ever seen, he had felt as he had that night so long ago when he had done the unthinkable. He had felt as if he were looking at Ryu again and his whole body demanded release within Kyoshi. The boy had an aura around him that drew Akito in and wouldn’t let him go. If it hadn’t been for Jehan he was afraid he wouldn’t have been able to control himself.

"Akito-sama, I think perhaps you should contact Ryusuke-sama. My sister says that all discussion about the boy is strictly forbidden including his mother. Several people have been made an example off. Only Ryusuke-sama has personally been in charge of him since he was first brought to the brothels," Tsubame said after a while as Akito rose gracefully to his feet.

"But Uncle Jiro took the brothels back when I left," Akito said, looking up in surprise.

"Yes, all except for the one Kyoshi was in, and there are rumors that your uncle was very angry about the decision," Tsubame answered, looking at Akito with worry in her face.

"There is more to this than I first thought," Akito sighed, feeling incredibly tired. "What have I gotten myself into?"

"I don’t know Akito-sama but I think you need to find out before you meet your father again," Tsubame said quietly.

"You’re right, but first let’s get Kyoshi functioning again without drugs," Akito said, looking up into the night sky and at the glittering star uneasily.

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