Under Siege

Fukashigi Keiji reluctantly woke up. He could feel dull pain at the back of his neck and a sharper pain on his forehead. When he went to rub his head, he realized his hands were chained behind him to a pipe. He tried to remember what had happened. It was night, and he was with Yuudai. They were in Sapporo, and they were walking from the restaurant back to the hotel. Why was he here? Keiji remembered more. There was a pickpocket, Yuudai ran after him, and then someone came from behind. He turned and got hit in the forehead. He yelled at the man, then everything went black. Now he was chained up in a pitch-black room. He could feel rocking. Was he on a ship? He heard a click and suddenly light filled the room. Even though it was dim the light hurt Keiji's eyes. When he adjusted to the light, he saw a woman in a long dirty blue dress in front of him. No, it wasn't a woman. It was a man with a red wig. The man kneeled down in front of him so that Keiji could see his face. It was heavily scared but Keiji could still recognize who it belonged to.
“Takahashi?" Keiji murmured, “I thought you were dead."
“I was," he replied, “and now I'm alive again, thanks to the Masked Savior."
“Who?"
“He is my Lord," Reizo declared, “He saved me when I was on the street and soon he will save everyone in this flawed world."
“Why am I here?" Keiji asked.
Reizo snapped, “Because the Masked Savior wants you to be here! Any more questions?"
“Why are you wearing that ugly dress?"
“It's modest!" he yelled.
“But, you're a man..."
“I am a woman!" Reizo stated despite the obvious, “My Lord has said so."
“No, I know very well that you're a man..."
“Shut up!" Reizo yelled, "I'm leaving for now."
Reizo got up and did just that, leaving Keiji in the dark again. As he gradually gained awareness, he realized he need to relieve his bladder. He knew there was no chance of getting to a toilet or even a bucket so he might as well just piss himself. He couldn't. He just sat there with a dull ache and thought about what had happened.
Apparently, he had been kidnaped by this Masked Savior of whom Takahashi spoke. His people took him by distracting his bodyguard Tamashiro and then attacking him. The first man was supposed to knock him out, but Keiji's self-defense instincts kicked in and he turned around. The back-up came in and hit him from behind. Right now Keiji wished he didn't have such quick reflexes. If he was going to lose he would rather get hit once rather than twice. So after Keiji passed out, he was taking on this vessel. Where he was going or why he was kidnaped were still a total mystery. All he knew was Takahashi Reizo probably wanted revenge. Keiji finally pissed himself.

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God, I'm such a lousy bodyguard, thought Tamashiro. He had run off after Keiji's wallet and lost Keiji himself. Why had he run after that stupid pickpocket? Just because the thief yelled some crude insult about his mother didn't mean Tamashiro had to leave Fukashigi alone. He chased the thief until the thief simply dropped the wallet and ran off. At this point he realized he made a mistake. He picked up the wallet and made his way back. Luckily, Sapporo is an easy city to get around in. When he returned to the spot, Fukashigi was gone without a trace. He waited for a few minutes, hoping his employer had just wandered off. He then went back to the hotel to call the police. Since Fukashigi Keiji had just been missing for half-an-hour, the police weren't very concerned. They suggested that his boss had ran off to be with a woman. Tamashiro wisely decided not to point out how unlikely that scenario was. They did say they would keep an eye on the problem, but they weren=t about to send out the hounds. After trying the police, Tamashiro went to his brother San.
“San-kun," he said as he knocked on the door, “Fukashigi is missing."
San opened the door in a robe.
“Where did you last see him?" he asked.
“We were near Toyohira Bridge when we ran into a pickpocket," Tamashiro recounted, “I chased after him, and when I got back Fukashigi was missing."
“You left him alone at night in a strange city to chase after some petty thief?" San scolded, “You're not a very good a bodyguard."
The truth was Tamashiro hadn't been taking this job seriously. It was just an excuse to be closer to Keiji. He was more like some sort of...concubine. He was a kept man. It hurt his pride to think of it that way, but it was true. So he resolved that from now he would be more professional. He just hoped it wasn't too late.
“I know, I know," said Tamashiro, “I called the police, but they weren't much help. I need some advice. Can I come in?"
“Ummm..." San stuttered, “I've got a woman in here."
“Jeez, you and your women," Tamashiro grumbled.
“Is that Yuudai?" Tsuki's voice called out.
“Huh? Tsuki's in there too?" Tamashiro asked, “What are you doing?"
“Oh big brother, you are so naive," teased San.
“What? Oh, man, that's so weird," Tamashiro said in disgust.
“You were always such a prude, Yuudai-chan," San replied, “Anyway, I suggest we just wait until morning."
“But-!"
“We're busy, Yuudai," San said as he closed the door.
Tamashiro just stood at the door for a few moments, banging on it every once in a while to no avail. The occupants were to busy banging themselves. Tamashiro went back to his room. He called the restaurant, the hotel front desk, and again the police, but to no avail. There wasn't anything he could do but wait for morning like his horny brother suggested.
Tamashiro went over to Keiji's room, which was connected to his room via an internal door. Keiji's bed was made. Just last night they had made love on that bed. On the way back from restaurant they had talked about all the things they were going to do to each other when they got back to the room. Now that Keiji was missing, Tamashiro was angry, confused, and even horny. He felt guilty being horny at a stupid time like this, but he had gotten worked up expecting sex. So with his sibling getting laid with some strange woman(he hoped there was a third party involved there) and his lover gone god knows where, Tamashiro masturbated. He furiously jerked his foreskin as he sat on Keiji’s empty bed. The white cum quickly spurted into his hands. He looked at hand for a moment, then went to the bathroom to clean up. He then stripped off his clothes and lay on Keiji’s bed to enjoy his afterglow with the pillows. He cursed the hotel maids for taking his lover’s scent away for him. As he laid there, he thought he would never be able to go to sleep. He fell asleep anyway.

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Fukashigi Keiji didn’t know when he feel asleep, but he remembered when he woke up. He suddenly felt cold and wet and opened his eyes to see Reizo with a bucket.
“Wake up!” he yelled, “Food time!”
Keiji realized he was starved. How long had it been since he was kidnaped? He had no sense of time in place.
Reizo brought a bowl over to him. Inside the bowl was some sort of unappetizing porridge. He scooped up some in a dirty spoon and brought it up to Keiji’s mouth.
“Open wide!” he said as he pushed it in.
Since Keiji didn’t have enough time to open his mouth, most of to porridge ended up dribbled down his face. The stuff that made it tasted cold and metallic.
“Doesn’t this remind you of the old days,” Reizo mused, “when I used to feed you something else?”
Keiji said nothing.
“I don’t remember that much of those days,” he continued, “I think I fried my brain too much after...what happened. Mostly what I remember is you. You’re in my head all the time. I can’t remember all the hot chicks I fucked, and I know I fucked some really hot chicks, but I remember your sweet little body as it writhe under mine. I remember the way you taste and feel and how fucking great you were sucking my cock. And now I see you in front of me and you look just like you did a million years ago. And you know what I’m going to do?”
“You...you’re going to rape me?” Keiji asked in horror.
“No, no,” Reizo chuckled, “My Lord wouldn’t like that. My Lord said I couldn’t touch another man. He knows I am filled with lust, and he is a jealous man. He knows I want to touch you, so I can’t. I can’t touch your soft skin, just as blemish-less as when I took you on Christmas Day. I can’t touch your nice brown hair that gets in your eyes in the cutest way. I can’t touch your little cock that got so hard looking at me when I was beautiful and which I know would get hard now even though I’m so ugly. I can’t touch your ass the always quivered when I fucked you hard and fucked you softly and we both came. I can’t touch any of that.”
Reizo then stood up and lifted up his dirty smock. Despite his protests about modesty, he wasn’t wearing anything under it. His dick was already semi-erect from his rant and pointed at Keiji’s face. Keiji starred in horror as Reizo started jerking it.
“You know, I bet you jerk off thinking of good old Takahashi,” he said, “I know I still think of you when my Lord takes me. He takes me roughly and I love thinking about you getting fucked like that by me. I know you still want me.”
“I’m with Yuudai now,” Keiji said.
Reizo gave a grunting laugh and said, “Ha, you’re a size queen, Kei-chan. Guess I wasn’t big enough for you, being a woman and all. You know, my Lord is pretty fucking big. And while I can’t touch you, he can.”
Reizo then started to moan and shock back and forth.
“Oh, oh, my Lord....he’s....Uh!” Reizo grunted as he came.
His semen hit Keiji face. It felt so cold and sticky on him, like the porridge. Keiji could not say anything. Reizo smiled and put down his dress.
“God,” he said, “I still have the best orgasms with you.”
He put the bowl of porridge in front of Keiji.
“I’m tired, go feed yourself,” Reizo said as he left.
Keiji did nothing for a few moments, feeling too shocked to move. Eventually, he wiped off his face with his shoulder. Since he was chained to a pipe, he had to eat the porridge like an animal. He then sat there like a used tissue.

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Tamashiro Yuudai woke up to see Keiji next to him on the bed, wearing only a smile.
“Kei-chan!” he cried, “You’re back!”
“No,” Keiji replied, “This is just a dream.”
Tamashiro was crestfallen. “Do you know where Keiji is?”
“I’m just your sub-conscious. How am I supposed to know where he is?”
“I was just hoping...”
“Just be glad it’s not that creepy incest dream with your brothers and Mama-tam going at it while the Star-Spangled Banner plays,” Dream-Keiji said, “God, I’m tired of seeing that one.”
“Ewww...”
“I know, I hate that song. So, are we going to fuck or what?”
“I want the real Keiji,” Tamashiro whispered sadly.
“Suit yourself,” Dream-Keiji said, “You’re going to wake up with morning wood now, and San’s about to knock on the door.”
A knock came from the door and Tamashiro woke up for real.
“Who is it?” Tamashiro bellowed.
“It’s me, San,” the voice cried, “Is Keiji in there?”
“No.”
“What?” San sputtered, “Can I come in?”
Tamashiro looked down and found out the Dream-Keiji was right on that respect.
“Umm, just a moment,” Tamashiro told the door.
He adjusted himself and put on a robe. He opened the door to see a strangely anxious San.
“So Keiji didn’t come back?” San asked.
“I told you he was missing last night,” Tamashiro replied.
“But he could have come back at middle of the night,” San pleaded, “God, he really is missing!”
“Why weren’t you this worried last night?” Tamashiro asked accusingly.
“I was busy,” San said, “Besides, it’s your fault he’s missing.”
Tamashiro looked down shamefully.
“I’ll call the police again, and then we’ll organize a private search party,” San explained, “Get dressed and meet me in the lobby.”

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Perhaps because of his extreme boredom, for Keiji the hours seemed to pass quickly. Though at first he tried to keep himself entertained recounting anecdotes and riddles, he eventually gave up as this just made him feel anxious. With his mind on, he couldn’t help but think about what horror ahead of him. He turned his mind off and fell into a sleep-like state. The sound of footsteps brought him out.
The man coming down the steps wasn’t Takahashi and Keiji was overjoyed at that simple fact. He was a burly Caucasian man, dressed in a black turtleneck, fishing pants, and black boots. He marched over to Keiji and unchained him from the pipe.
“Could you tell me who are you?” Keiji asked in English.
“Stoyat!” the man yelled at him.
Before Keiji had time to think about this command, the man pulled on his chain, forcing him up roughly. Keiji could barely stand after sitting for so long, but the man didn’t care. He dragged Keiji backward up to the deck. On the deck he saw a group of people chained up, herded by armed men in black. Takahashi was also there, up on a higher deck, being embraced tightly by a large man wearing a black ski mask. He assumed that man was the Masked Savior. Keiji was lead to the group of people. The other hostages were mostly Japanese men, but there were a few foreigners and women and children. All together there were around twenty-five people there. He wondered why he had been held separately from them. The Masked Savior picked up a bullhorn and addressed the crowd in Japanese.
“Occupants of Fallen World,” he said in a gruff, Russian-accented voice, “Citizens of Shining World offer hospitality for you. Do not making trouble, and you are safe.”
Due to his accent and terrible Japanese, few of the people could understand him. Keiji wondered why he didn’t just let Reizo address them. He also repeated the address in English. Whoever didn’t know either English or Japanese were out of luck. The armed men forced the crowd down the gangplank to the rocky shore. In front of them stood a huge dilapidate factory, the only sign of civilization in sight. A few Cyrillic letters remained on the building, but not enough to tell any one of its purpose. The armed men opened the doors and forced the people into a huge hall lit by a few hurricane lanterns. For a long time, nothing happened. The crowd stood waiting, shivering, sobbing. Keiji just felt angry. He had been to confused and scared to be angry before, but now as he stood unused he felt resentful. He wanted to ask what they were there for in the little Russian he knew, but he already knew the answer. They were there because the Masked Savior wanted them to be there.
Finally, the man himself arrived, with Reizo on his arm like a loving wife. The armed men saluted him when he entered. He gave a command to one of his soldiers, and man went left the main hall to one of the other rooms. He came out with a group carrying supplies. In this group were women, attired in the same unflattering dress Reizo wore, but in duller colors. The group set up a crude filming studio in front of the hostages. The Masked Savior strode in front of the camera. He gave a signal to the camera operator, and started talking.
Though Masked Savior was a poor speechmaker in Japanese and English, he was a spellbinding orator in his native Russian. He talked about a Bright Shining World, where all the things wrong about this world were made right. He talked about how he was sent to unite us with this world, if only he could get this world to acknowledge him as their Lord and follow his wishes. Keiji was mesmerized by the little he understood as he translated in his head. One female hostage, a Russian woman, crossed herself and fell down during his speech. Even if you couldn’t understand his voice sounded so melodic you couldn’t help but listen. However, when he got to the end of the speech he said something so shocking that even the non-Russian speakers could tell what he meant. He then left them to their fates.

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It turned out that Fukashigi Keiji wasn’t the only one missing in the town of Sapporo. At least fourteen other people had been reported missing that day. All of Sapporo was on the lookout. Tamashiro and his brothers went with a search team headed by Morimoto, a senior security officer for Valen. The team searched along the shore near Otaru. They trudged along the snowy beach all day, looking for some sign. In the corner of his eye Tamashiro kept seeing Keiji, but when he turned to look the vision was gone. At five they went into Otaru to take a break. While the search team ate at a noddle place called Setsumei, Tamashiro morosely watched the television over the bar. As he stood by the bar, the channel suddenly switched to a news annoncement.
The female anchor announced, “We interrupt this program with breaking news that might pertain to the Sapporo Missing Persons Crisis. The NHK studio in Wakkani received the following tape half an hour ago.”
The tape showed a big man wearing a black ski mask in front of a group of hostages. While he spoke in Russian, Tamashiro’s eye wandered. One of the hostages caught his eye.
“Keiji!” he yelled.
“What?” asked San.
The television then switched back to the anchor.
“They showed a video,” Tamashiro said, “and I saw Keiji in the background.”
The search team turned to the television.
“...Siberian-based. Please contact this station if you have more information,” the anchor said as the station number flashed on the screen.
San took out his cell phone and dialed the number.
“Are you sure it was Keiji?” he asked as the phone rung.
“Yes, sure as hell it was him,” Tamashiro replied.
“It’s something, at least,” Tsuki mused.
“Hello,” San said on the phone, “This is Tamashiro San, and my brother thinks he recognizes one of the hostages on the video. He says he saw Fukashigi Keiji.”
He turned to Tamashiro.
“Which one was he?” he asked.
Tamashiro answered, “He was on the far right with the ruffled brown hair and beautiful eyes, and he’s wearing the same clothes as he was that night, god, they wouldn’t let him change but he still looks wonderful...”
“The one on the far right,” San told the station, “Yes, we’ll come over.”
He put away the phone.
“When we’re done eating my brothers and I are going up to Wakkani,” San addressed the group, “The rest of you can do as you wish. I thank you for your help.”
“You’re welcome,” said Morimoto, “Call me if you need help again.”
After they ate, the Tamashiros’ left the restaurant to go the twins’ rental car.
“We should inform Jonathan Lee about this,” Tsuki mentioned.
“Why?” asked Tamashiro.
San said, “He’s Fukashigi’s assistant.”
“He isn’t right now,” Tamashiro said, “Let him find out from the news.”
“What do you have against Lee?” Tsuki asked.
“He’s creepy,” Tamashiro complained, “I always feel like he’s trying to butt in on me and Keiji.”
“He’s giving you plenty of space now,” San said, “A whole oceans worth.”
“I hope he stays that way,” said Tamashiro.
The brothers got into the car, with Tsuki in the driver’s seat, San at shotgun, and Yuudai in the back.
“I’m calling him anyway, big brother,” San said as he took out his phone.
San dialed the number for the Bel Age and asked for Jonathan Lee in English. He switched to Japanese when he reached him.
“Lee-san, this is Tamashiro San,” he said, “I’m afraid Fukashigi’s been kidnapped.”
The rest of the car could hear Lee’s voice over the line. San explained the matter to him. After he put away the phone, he addressed the car.
“Jonathan Lee’s coming here,” San said, “I’m going to try to get him a private jet.”
“Ah, great,” Tamashiro mumbled.
“Isn’t it midnight in Los Angles now?” Tsuki asked.
“Yeah, but he’s not going to wait for the morning,” San said.
“He’s pretty dedicated to his boss.”
“Of course he is,” whispered Tamashiro to himself, “He wants to fuck him.”

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Reizo couldn’t sleep. He was having the nightmares again. He had thought he was free of them, but now with that boy here the terrible vision were coming back. At night that incident happened again. He was in a warehouse. He couldn’t quite remember how he got there, but he was there, and he was tied up face down. He lifted his head to see Fukashigi. On his face was a scowl Reizo thought he only reserved for his enemies.
“How could you do that to my son?!” he yelled as he struck Reizo’s head.
“Do what?” Reizo asked and his head was filled pain.
“You know what you did. My son was raped,” he spat.
“How do you know it was me?”
“It was at your apartment! Who else could it have been, your evil twin?” Pain again.
“I didn’t touch him! I didn’t rape him!”
His defenses were all in vain. Fukashigi was an old man, but he was strong. He struck Reizo repeatedly with his cane. This man, this man who called him son and not just because he was his kobun, didn’t believe him. Under this pain, Reizo gave up his defense.
“I didn’t rape Keiji,” Reizo yelled, “but I did fuck him, and he loved it, old man!”
Fukashigi stopped.
“You’re lying,” he said, but he sounded unsure.
“No I’m not! He loved it. Keiji’s a little cocksucker! He’s a fag! I took his ass cherry at your Christmas party! In your fucking bed!”
Reizo couldn’t stop screaming about this as Fukashigi hit him harder to get him to stop. Reizo just screamed over the sound of the cane hitting his body.
“Fucker!” Reizo yelled, “Tight-assed snot-nosed shit! Little girly boy! Man whore! Goddamn cocksucker!”
Eventually, Fukashigi stopped. He stared the beaten body in the eye.
“I can’t fucking stand to see your face,” Fukashigi snarled as he walked away, “I won’t see you again.”
Reizo called to his back, “He loves me now! That’s why he came over on Valentine’s Day!”
Fukashigi shuddered, but left without another comment. When he was gone, Reizo heard several loud footsteps behind him. He turned to see a group of street punks walking up to him. They weren’t yakuza, the only good thing about the incident. The leader, a tall guy with a shaved head, grabbed Reizo’s head.
“Hey, pretty boy,” the punk said, “Daddy Fukashigi wants us to fuck you up.”
The leader dropped Reizo’s head and pulled down his pants. Reizo felt rough hands on his bare ass, then a sudden push as the punk forced himself in. His clothes were torn off by hand and knife til he was naked in the cold warehouse. Around him the other punks stood around him and masturbated. When the leader came, he pulled out, to Reizo’s relief. Just as he relaxed in shoved another punk. The gang laughed at him. They all took him. When they were done, the leader grabbed his face and sliced it up with his knife.
“You aren’t a pretty boy anymore,” he laughed.
They then cut the ropes that held him. Reizo was free to move, but he couldn’t. He laid there on the floor as they walked away. He didn’t know how he got home, as he was naked and bleeding, but he must have. Soon he didn’t have a home. Soon he was living on the street. Soon he had the nightmares.
Reizo started taking drugs to get rid of the nightmares. Alcohol wasn’t doing it any more for him, and besides he always woke up with a hangover. With opiates he could fall into a gentle painless sleep. He fell asleep and fell into addiction.
In those days all he had was a fear of death and he barely had that. He had no family and his adopted family had rejected him. He knew there were groups to rehabilitate ex-yakuza, but he still had to much pride for that. Those groups were for yakuza that failed, and he hadn’t failed. He had been framed. So when the money ran out, he lived by begging, petty thievery, and on a few occasions, prostitution. He spent all the money on drugs. On one night he overdosed, and a large Russian man in black saved him. This man nursed him while he detoxed. That man was the Masked Savior. He told him that in the Shining World, he was a woman, hence the misery he had in the Fallen World. He gave him a new name, Roksana, and a new life. Reizo owed him his body.
The Masked Savior had his body twice tonight, in celebration of his victory. This time he had remember to use lubrication, but he was still was very rough. He gave Reizo bruises from pushing his large mass on top of his fragile body, not to mention the damage he did in certain areas. Even with his unhinged adoration of the man, Reizo had to admit he was a horrible lover. The Masked Savior always managed to arouse his lover accidently, but never satisfied him. Tonight Reizo wanted satisfaction.
In the great hall, in one of the corners, Keiji slept. He was wrapped in burlap blanket, dressed in the colorless clothes they had provided the hostages after the mass shower. Reizo had watched him in the shower, admiring his adult body. The boy had grown up well. He was no longer skinny and now had a nice lithe body. Keiji could see him watching, and his blushing turned on Reizo. He still acted like a horny little schoolgirl, the cum slut! Reizo couldn’t believe this beautiful boy was with that ugly old ape Tamashiro. He was sure he was much better than him, no matter how big his cock was. Reizo walked over to Keiji.
Keiji woke up as Reizo approached.
“What do you want?” he asked, “You know you’re not allowed to touch me.”
“Can’t you just give me a kiss for old times sake?” Reizo begged.
“No.”
“I’m very close with the Masked Savior, as you know,” Reizo said, “I’m the one who got you that private room on the ship.”
“So that you could molest me.”
“I just couldn’t help myself. You’re just so wonderful. Didn’t you miss me?”
“Not any more.”
“So you did miss me before,” Reizo said, “Are you still in love with me?”
“No.”
Reizo grabbed Keiji’s arms and pushed him down to the ground.
“Why don’t you love me?!” he whispered loudly.
Keiji put his feet on Reizo’s chest and pushed him away.
“You hurt me,” Keiji replied.
“I hurt you?” Reizo asked, “You got me beaten and raped!”
“You broke my heart.”
“You broke my life, Fukashigi Keiji.”
Keiji looked down for a moment, but then brought his head up to face Reizo.
Keiji said, “I think you’ve paid it back by kidnaping me, haven’t you?”
Reizo laughed, “I don’t think I could pay you back in one lifetime for all the suffering you caused me. But I’m going to try.”
Reizo got up and sat next to Keiji.
“What are you going to do?” Keiji asked.
“I’m just going to tell you a story,” he said, “about your father.”
Reizo began telling a story in a sing-song manner.
“Now, as you know,” Reizo said, “after Hotaru died, your father refused to remarry. Everybody thinks this is because he was so in love and that he was all noble and shit, but I know the real reason. It was because your father couldn’t get his little dick up anymore. He was impotent,”
“So, a few years after your mom kicked the bucket, he found this cute little orphan punk called Takahashi Reizo. He took this punk from the world of bōsōzoku to the world of yakuza. Now, this punk was very clever and could kick-ass, but that’s not the main reason he chose him. He chose this teenager because he was so goddamn sexy and mack in the bed, as you know very, very well,”
“But even sexy Reizo couldn’t give life to Ryuu’s withered old penis. So since the old boss couldn’t fuck his yobun, he would watch his adopted son fuck someone else. He would buy a whore for Reizo, a high quality one, and watch him fuck the shit out of her. He would just sit there, staring, not bothering to jerk off cause he knew he couldn’t. Then afterwards, he would take the girl, the girl who just had what this old man could never have, and beat her up. Yeah, he would beat up some poor call-girl because he was jealous of her. Afterwards he would pay off the whore for her silence, but I bet you could find one with a loose enough mouth to tell the truth about him,”
“It was a shame the old man died before they came out with Viagra. It could have helped him make his dreams of loving that little orphan come true. Unfortunately, he had already kicked out that orphan for having sex with his real son. Poor Ryuu. I bet he was so jealous of you.”
“You’re lying,” said Keiji, “Yuudai will tell me the truth.”
“Yuudai!” Reizo cried, “Like that old prude would know about what happened. No, it was a secret between me and Ryuu, plus those call-girls. And maybe I am lying. You don’t know for certain. I know you probably secretly hate your father like all little boys do. Even I hate my father and I don’t know who the bastard was! But of course you have respect your father. You have to light incense for him and say good things about him, even though you know the truth about the old man. So this story will eat away at you till the day you die,”
“Good night, Kei-chan,” Reizo said as he left.
Keiji couldn’t sleep.

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The Boeing Business Jet landed at Sapporo Okadama Airport around four o’clock in the afternoon that Tuesday. Jonathan Lee left the plane with a mild case of jet lag. Even with all his experience and a comfy private jet, transpacific travel was hell. The Tamashiro twins met him at the terminal.
It was hard to believe that San and Tsuki were related Yuudai. For one, they were much smaller, on the short side even. Also, while they were only seven years younger than Yuudai, they seemed much younger with their boyish looks. The eldest Tamashiro always gave the impression of having gone straight from angst-ridden adolescence to world-weary middle age. The Tamashiro twins had more youthful abundance. Right now Lee didn’t want youthful abundance.
“It’s good to see you again, Lee-san,” Tsuki greeted.
“Good to see you too,” Lee replied, trying to figure out which twin was which through his headache.
“Did you have a good flight?” San asked.
“Um, could you just tell me what’s going on?” asked Jonathan Lee.
The twins frowned at his rudeness, but still filled him in as they walked to the car.
“Well, as you know, Fukashigi has been identified on this tape from this cult leader known as the Masked Savior,” San explained.
“Nobody is sure who this guy is,” Tsuki continued, “because he always wears a mask, hence the name. He first showed up six years ago in Irkutsk, Russia.”
“Wait,” Lee asked, “if he always wears a mask, how do they know it’s him?”
“Because there aren’t that many other seven foot, four hundred pound Russian men who speak in a hypnotic voice with a distinct Siberian accent,” San replied.
“His voice is so hypnotic the networks were afraid to play the tape,” said Tsuki, “They were afraid it would recruit more people.”
“They played it anyway this morning and plan to play it again at prime time,” said San, “Ratings trump all.”
“They’ve already translated and what-not the tape?” Lee asked.
“Yes,” Tsuki said, “The sound was rather good for an amateur tape. He must have some audio technician for disciples.”
“What about the content?”
“The Masked Savior guy talked about this place called the Shining World above and how it was like a perfect version of this world.”
San added, “I think it all sounded rather gnostic.”
Tsuki replied, “I found a touch of shamanic influences in the whole thing.”
Lee cried, “I meant what about ransom? What are his demands?”
“He wants to be declared King of the World,” Tsuki calmly answered.
“What?” cried Lee.
“He also wants this billion dollar palace to be built in this “sacred spot” in the middle of Russia,” San added, “but mostly it’s the king thing.”
Lee leaned against the terminal wall.
“We’re dealing with a fucking mad man,” he whimpered.
“A well funded mad man,” Tsuki said, “They think he’s getting some money from North Korea.”
“That’s just a silly conspiracy from the biased media,” San said, “Why would Kim Jong-il be funding some religion from Russia?”
“Where else could he be getting the money?” Tsuki asked.
“Don’t you guys care about what’s going on?” Lee yelled.
“Of course,” Tsuki said, “We’ve been glued to the tv.”
“It’s all very interesting,” San said.
“I mean don’t you care if Fukashigi lives or dies?” Lee asked.
“We know Fukashigi is alive now,” Tsuki explained, “We didn’t know that when he was simply missing.”
San added, “Also, I doubt he’ll be the one chosen to die at day break.”
“What?” Lee cried, “They’re going to kill someone at day break?”
“Do you have any luggage we need to claim?” Tsuki asked to distract the frantic Lee.
“No, just carry-on,” Lee said, “What’s this about death at day break?”
Tsuki sighed. “They’re going to execute one of the hostages at 6:00 a.m. UTC+11, to show they’re serious,” he said.
“Why isn’t anyone doing anything about this?” Lee asked.
“Bickering,” San answered, “The hostages are on one of the Kurile Islands, and both Russia and Japan lay claim to it.”
“Not to mention the hostages come from a variety of countries,” said Tsuki.
“But it’s likely Russia will be the ones to deal with this issue,” San said.
“Russia!” Lee yelled, “They gassed a theater full of hostages! They’ll probably try to bomb the place!”
“I hope not,” Tsuki said, “but you never know.”
“How can you guys remain so calm?” Lee asked.
“What else can we do?” San replied.
“It doesn’t help to panic,” said Tsuki.
“Yeah,” Jonathan Lee replied bitterly, “That’s always been my philosophy.”
Jonathan kept quiet during the car ride to Sapporo. He spent the ride looking out the window at the snowy landscape, listening to the twins argue about North Korea. This was the biggest crisis he had ever been in. The last time he had felt like this was when he was arrested for dealing eleven years ago. The anxiety he felt then seemed so minor compared to the panic he felt now. Jonathan could live with going to jail, but he didn’t know how he could live with Keiji dead.
When they reached the Renaissance Sapporo Hotel, the lobby was filled with reporters. They bombarded Jonathan Lee when he entered the room. Somehow it had gotten out that he was connected with Fukashigi Keiji, the most famous of the Sapporo Hostages. Jonathan turned to see where the twins went, but they had already disappeared. He had to spend an hour dealing with the reporters. Around six he finally managed to escape them and went to his room, which was near Fukashigi’s room. After he unpacked, he went over to San’s room.
San’s room served as a meeting place for Fukashigi’s entourage. All three Tamashiros were over there watching the news. Tamashiro Yuudai was standing, like he always did, and gave Jonathan an annoyed look when he came in, but went back to watching the television.
“Where were you guys earlier?” Jonathan asked.
“Sorry, we’re a bit camera shy,” Tsuki apologize.
“It’s never a good idea in our business,” San said.
“They got me too,” Tamashiro said, momentarily forgetting his grudge, “Freaking vultures.”
Jonathan collapsed into a nearby chair.
“So, any more news?” he asked.
“Well,” Tsuki told him, “they think the hostages are being held on the island of Kunawakka. There’s Russian fishery there, but it’s been abandoned for years.”
“Other than that, it’s mostly been retread, but there going to show the video again soon,” San added.
Just like San said, they showed the video. While it was said that the Masked Savior had a hypnotic presence, Jonathan found himself paying more attention to the figure on the far right. Even in captivity Fukashigi Keiji had dignity. They wouldn’t kill him, would they? If Jonathan was the Masked Savior, he wouldn’t kill Fukashigi, since he’s too important to kill. This logic didn’t help Lee, since if he was the Masked Savior he wouldn’t go around in a ski mask babbling about Shiny Places.
Tamashiro gasped and pointed at a figure in a blue dress.
“That person there,” he mumbled, “That’s Takahashi Reizo! He broke...he worked for Keiji’s dad!”
“The one in the dress?” Lee asked, “That’s so weird.”
“I was wonder about him when I saw this video earlier,” said Tsuki.
“You should have watched the video earlier with us, brother,” San said, “You could have provided color commentary.”
“Yeah,” Tamashiro replied, but he was miles away.
Tamashiro Yuudai was worried about this appearance from Takahashi, but he knew he couldn’t say anything to the rest. Keiji’s relationship with Takahashi was a personal matter that he apparently hadn’t even shared with Lee. The problem was Takahashi presented a new danger to Keiji. He might want revenge. What would Takahashi do with Keiji? Why was he wearing a dress? Just seeing that not-so-pretty boy grin like that made Tamashiro want to hit the tv. Keiji had enough troubles now without that bastard popping up.
When the tape ended, they killed the television and ordered room service. Jonathan Lee wasn’t very hunger, so he only ate a little and then went back to his room to not sleep. He started reading this book he got at the airport, a predictable little mystery novel. He already knew how the story would turn out, but he continued to read it out of boredom and anger. After about an hour, he heard a knock on the door.
“Who is it?” Lee asked.
“It’s me, Tsuki,” came the reply, “Can I come in?”
Jonathan reluctantly got off the bed and went to open the door. Outside was Tamashiro Tsuki with an earnest smile.
“I just wanted to keep you company,” Tsuki explained.
Jonathan didn’t want company, but he also didn’t want to go back to the pulp mystery.
“Okay, come in,” Jonathan said.
Tsuki came in and sat down in a nearby chair. Jonathan studied him. This was the first time he had seen only one half of the twins. Tsuki looked so different now that he was away from his twin brother San. His face looked softer, a little less angular, and Jonathan didn’t know why he couldn’t tell them apart before. His manner also seemed to be a bit shy, more reserved than usual. Jonathan wondered what San was like when he was alone. Jonathan sat back down on the bed, facing Tsuki.
“What are you reading?” Tsuki asked, pointing at the novel.
Jonathan answered, “‘The Scorpio Affair’ by E. K. Bittleman. Before you ask, no, it’s not very good.”
“Too bad.”
“Well, I just wanted something to keep my mind off Fukashigi,” Jonathan told him.
“You’re in love with him, aren’t you?” Tsuki asked.
Jonathan’s eyes went wide.
“How do you know that?” he asked.
“Honestly it’s not that hard to tell,” Tsuki said.
“But no one else has found that out on there own!”
“Well, you are straight-acting. Are you gay or bi?” Tsuki asked.
“Bi,” Jonathan answered, “I guess I have been acting rather lovesick lately.”
“You’re jealous of Yuudai.”
“No, Yuudai is the best person for Keiji. Keiji is happy with him. I can’t hate the person who makes him happy.”
“It’s okay to feel a little jealous.”
“Jealousy is pointless,” Jonathan declared.
“So’s panic,” Tsuki replied.
Jonathan feel back on the bed and sighed.
“I might never see Keiji again,” Jonathan said, “What would I do if he died?”
Tsuki got up and sat on the bed next to Jonathan.
“A long time ago,” Tsuki began, “I went and got myself married. I know, it’s heard to believe, but for a year I lived a boring domestic life. I thought I would hate it, living in the country away from my brother and our antics, but I was so in love all that didn’t matter. My wife, Sakura, she knew about my ways, but she loved me anyway and I loved her. I only had one year with her, but it was the happiest year of my life. Perhaps if it had been longer, we might have grown to hate each other, but I only have sweet memories of her,”
“When she died,” he continued, “I thought I would never love again. I thought I would never be happy. But I did love again, and I am happy. I don’t think Sakura would look down on that, and if she does, than she’s not the Sakura I loved all those years ago,”
“Jonathan Lee,” he confessed, “I really like you.”
“I wish I knew what to say back,” Jonathan replied.
Tsuki feel back on to the bed.
“Do you want me to give you a massage?” he asked.
“Is this one of those get-into-your-pants type of massages?” Jonathan asked back.
Tsuki grinned. “Do you want it to be?”
“God, yes,” Jonathan sighed.
Tsuki went to get a towel and lotion while Jonathan got undressed. He felt apprehensive about getting physical with a man, but he also had so much nervous energy to get rid of. He was rather attracted to Tsuki and his easy manner. He felt like he could relax with the older man.
Tsuki came back in with the necessary items. He stood some time to admired Jonathan’s naked body, then laid a towel on the bed.
“Lay down,” he said to Jonathan, who of course obeyed, “Nice body.”
“Thank you,” Jonathan said, “I try to work out, though I’ve been a bit lax with it lately.”
Tsuki rolled up his sleeves and applied the amber lotion to his hands. He put his hands on Jonathan’s tense shoulders and rubbed the liquid over his skin until it became warm with his body heat. The slick lotion made each of his muscles shine. Tsuki kneaded his shoulders with a strength that surprised and delighted Jonathan. He just relaxed totally into the massage. After a while, Tsuki’s hands went south, down the curb of his spine, down to the area right about his buttocks. Tsuki stayed there, teasing Jonathan, moving his hands around his side and right near the cleft. He applied more lotion, then rubbed higher near the armpits. Jonathan tense when he touched such a ticklish zone, but than calmed down again. Tsuki moved back to the shoulder, but this time he leaned over Jonathan, til his face was right by the younger man’s neck. Jonathan could feel Tsuki’s breath on the back of his ear, and then felt a warm tongue touch it and play with it. This was just a little tease, and Tsuki went back to rubbing Jonathan’s shoulders. Jonathan was dying for Tsuki to go down to his butt or even better to his genitals, but he had decided he would not be a back seat masseuse. Besides, he loved this teasing. His whole body was tingling with arousal. Jonathan felt a hand on the back of his knee, than two hands, moving up, til they finally reached the bottom of his ass. Jonathan gave a relieved moan.
“I really like your ass,” Tsuki complimented.
“I really like your massage,” Jonathan replied.
“Thank you,” Tsuki said as he made Jonathan moan again, “I once worked as a masseuse. Well, I impersonated one at least.”
Tsuki gave a wonderful rub-down of Jonathan’s ass. He lovingly caressed Jonathan’s perfect buttocks as Jonathan pushed his hips up. Tsuki applied some more warming lotion to Jonathan. This time, he moved his finger near Jonathan’s rosebud, testing the reaction.
“Are you a virgin here?” Tsuki asked.
“No,” Jonathan said, “One of my girlfriends took care of that.”
Tsuki raised his eyebrow. “Kinky,” he said.
Tsuki continued to play around with Jonathan’s rosebud. His rosebud quivered as his finger danced around it. He entered only slightly, teasingly. Fingering would wait for another day, a day with gloves. His hands moved down to the taint, playfully swirling the hairs down there. He then reached the balls, already heavy with arousal.
“Do you want release?” Tsuki asked.
“Oh, yes,” said Jonathan, as he rolled over, revealing his semi-erect cock.
“Hmm, circumcised,” Tsuki noted, “How exotic.”
“It’s common in America,” Jonathan replied, “or so I’ve heard.”
Tsuki sat down next to Jonathan’s supine form and took hold of the dick with his slippery hands. His fingers fluttered over the shaft, rubbing his urethra hole. Jonathan had grabbed to sheet to keep his hands busy. Tsuki traced his fingers around the reddening head of Jonathan’s cock, then down its thicken length. He then put a firm grip on Jonathan’s now erect dick and jerked it up and down. Jonathan’s toes curled and he grabbed more of the sheet, uprooting it from the bed. His hips moved up and down with the movement of Tsuki’s expert hand. With his left hand Tsuki massaged Jonathan’s swollen balls. When he felt them rise, he slowed down, making Jonathan grunt. He then sped up again. He did this three times, three glorious times. Jonathan’s body was cover with sweat at this point. He turn his head to Tsuki.
“Please,” he begged, “Finish me.”
“Of course,” Tsuki replied.
Jonathan groaned as Tsuki sped up for the finish. He never knew he could enjoy receiving pleasure so much. As he reached Jonathan Lee was thinking about the usual; about Keiji, about all the beautiful girls on tv and on the street and his nicer ex-girlfriends, about his experience with the rentboy, but as he approached the point of no return, all he thought about was Tsuki’s smiling face. Jonathan then came hard in Tsuki’s hand, covering it with sticky cum. His body collapsed into the damp towel.
“That was wonderful,” Jonathan breathed, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Tsuki replied with slight stuttered.
Jonathan turned his head to look at Tsuki, and was shocked to see the huge bulge in his pants. Apparently he had inherited the same huge dick as his older brother Yuudai. Tsuki looked pained by his huge erection pressed against the crotch of his dress pants. Jonathan felt ashamed to leave him like this, especially after the pleasure he had given him.
“You’re hard,” Jonathan said dumbly.
“I’ll take care of it myself,” Tsuki replied.
“Let me take care of it,” Jonathan said as he opened Tsuki’s fly.
He took out the huge hard cock and put his mouth around it. He had only given one blowjob before, and it was of considerably lesser girth. His jaw felt a little sore already, but he persisted and moved down the shaft. Jonathan swallowed all he could, and then put his hands around the rest. He moved his tongue back to the head while he sucked the shaft. Tsuki was considerate, and didn’t push and shove him during this performance, making Jonathan feel a little disapointed. The sweet talking twin was very verbal however.
“Suck that cock, suck that cock, goddamn it,” he rambled, “Oh God, you’ll make me come.”
He continued like this as Jonathan tried his best on Tsuki’s cock. His best was very, very good, and Tsuki was already extremely horny. When the time came near, Jonathan suddenly realized he had never tasted another man’s cum before. The only blowjob he had ever given was with a condom. He had tasted his own, out of adolescence curiosity, and found it rather sweet. He wasn’t sure what to expect from another man. When Tsuki let go in his mouth, Jonathan was shocked by the bitter taste and drooled a bit before swallowing. Tsuki looked at him a bit embarrassed.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “I should have warned you.”
“It’s okay,” Jonathan said, “It’s just I’m not used to giving blowjobs.”
“I thought you were more experienced.”
“I get that a lot. People seemed to think I’m more experienced with things than I am.”
Tsuki laid his body across Jonathan’s. He looked up at him with puppy dog eyes.
“Can I sleep with you tonight?” he asked.
“I’m not sure I’ll be able to sleep,” Jonathan said, and then yawned.
“I think you will,” Tsuki replied.
So the two spent the night together, naked as the day they were born. As Jonathan laid in Tsuki’s arms, he felt almost like he was betraying Keiji. He pushed this thought out of his head as being ridiculous. Keiji wasn’t his too betray. Anyway, it wasn’t like he could anything but wait. He couldn’t storm the castle and save him like some action hero. Why shouldn’t he try to relax. He didn’t want to think about what Keiji was going through now. He tried to instead think happy thoughts. He decided he would dream about Tsuki. He still dreamed about Keiji.
A few doors down, Tamashiro Yuudai was also thinking of Keiji. It was strange how in love he was with the boy. It wasn’t that he wasn’t attracted to women anymore. He wasn’t even particularly attracted to men, though he understood better why other people were. The best he could explain was that he was Keiji-sexual now, as he told his brother San earlier that evening. He couldn’t believe San expected him to go pick up women with him. Everyone was telling him to just sit back and relax, but why should he? The love of his life was in some cold factory while he slept in an up-scale hotel. Maybe his brothers could relax, but not him.
In another room, the third-born Tamashiro brother reluctantly settled down for an early bedtime. Why didn’t Tsuki want to go barhopping with him? He had resorted to asking Yuudai to come with him, and that was like asking a blind man to come to the shooting range with you. San just never felt comfortable going alone, and besides it was more fun with his brother. Tsuki was probably off after Jonathan Lee for some reason. Why was so interested he that obnoxious sycophant? Lee was only interested in kissing Fukashigi’s ass, not Tsuki’s. Perhaps he thought with Fukashigi out of the way he could get Lee.
San sincerely hoped that Fukashigi would be safe, though not just because he would put a kibbitz in Tsuki and Jonathan’s relationship. The guy knew they were cons and still hired them. He wasn’t sure if a man like that should be admired or cheated, and he wanted to find out just what sort of person this Fukashigi was.
Much farther up north, Fukashigi Keiji slept in the corner of the old hall. It was strange, he thought to himself; even with the threat of death, today felt like a normal day, even if it was a day spent in an abandoned fishery. Perhaps it was because of that threat that people acted like everything was normal. Nobody wanted to think about it. Today the hostages had socialized with each other and even with the cultists in a smattering of Russian, Japanese, and English. Keiji had polished up on his Russian conversation during this time. He found out that Reizo, known as Roksana, wasn’t very popular, especially among the women, who he sometimes molested. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t popular among them, since he held a great hold on the leader. Early that evening, Reizo told Keiji he wouldn’t try to save him. Keiji was just as doomed as the rest of them. Still, he slept. Sometimes you have to sleep.
Daybreak was coming.