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Ambient Air
Chapter 10: Let's Begin...

"You reap what you sow, Ayane. You just wait." Ryota squeezed my wrist and yanked me out of the room. I was extremely too frightened to say a single word. Ayane watched, speechless as well, as Ryota dragged me down the hall and down the stair case. Ryota did not say a word to me as he threw me into the shower and turned on the water. He went back into the bedroom, leaving me in there, all alone.

I grabbed my washcloth and looked around the shower. Down on my right, a bar of pomegranate soap rested in a soap dish. I hesitated, should I use it? There was a regular dove bar in a box above the shower nozzle. Without thinking any further, I grabbed the pomegranate soap and rubbed it around my cloth. The smell was intoxicating. I rubbed the fabric about my skin and smiled in complete bliss. I was happy to have Ryota's smell on my skin, and my body responded greatly. I moaned as my muscle rose up my torso. I washed my chest, embracing the feeling of Ryota's soap running down the hungry organ. I was gonna come soon, so I reached down and began to influence it.

When I entered the bedroom, my bathroom wasn't enough to warm the chill that suddenly ran through it. My hair was wet, and that didn't help the trembling. I immediately redressed into my sleepwear that laid across the bed and returned the towel. Back in the bedroom, Ryota sat on the end of the bed, facing the door. His head was down and he was completely still. I wasn't even cold, but my body was still trembling. I opened my mouth to say something, but you know how that goes. I said nothing.

So, I slowly entered the bed and laid down without disturbing Ryota. He never budged. I really wanted to say something... But what?
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The next morning, Ryota went down to breakfast without waking me, so I was the last one down. Again. Ayane stood at the kitchen entrance, holding his tray over his lap. He didn't look at me, he just returned to the kitchen for a second plate of breakfast. I sat across from the man of the house, who silently read his newspaper; his eyes hidden behind the glare of his slim glasses. I glanced over at Miku, who watched the scene with curious eyes.

Ayane returned with my plate and backed away, hastily. This was way too awkward. I felt so uncomfortable, my appetite just died.

"Not eating?" I jumped at Ryota's sudden question. I glanced at him, but his eyes never left his paper.

"Um... I'll-I'll eat it." I mumbled, running my fork through the spectacular mashed potatoes at the corner of the plate.

"Don't play with it if you are not. Just throw it out if you don't want it." Ayane groaned at Ryota's reply. How rude was that? So, without replying again, I began to feast on. "Mr. Yasunori called this morning. He has something for you to do." Ryota added, closing his paper and grabbing his dish.

"Allow me, Ryota-sama." Ayane asked, reaching a hand out. A chill ran down my back as Ryota stared him down until the other male grew fidgety and uncomfortable. He laid the plate in Ayane's hand and he turned to Miku.

"Yes, Ryota-sama?" She replied with a soft grin.

"Call up Mr. Takanaga. Tell him that the drop off is to Mr. Yasunori, again."

"Right away, Ryota-sama." Miku dashed into what appeared to be a tea room or lounge and closed the door behind her.

"Go get ready." Ryota said, without looking at me. He sat on his couch again and opened his paper. I picked up my empty plate and took it into the kitchen, where Ayane stood in front of the running sink, staring into space. I turned the nozzle towards me and began washing my dish. Ayane fell out of his trance when the water was no longer hitting his hands and glanced at me.

"You don't have to do that, Master Mikael." He whispered, adverting his eyes like he did last night.

"I know. I also remember telling you that you don't have to call me 'Master'." Ayane didn't reply. Ryota must have spoken to him before I got up. He shook like a leaf in front of me. "Ayane-"

"You have a mission this morning. I advise you get to it, Mikael." Ayane said, abruptly. That pierced my heart. I wasn't prepared to hear that, so I immediately found no other option but to leave him be. I raced up to Ryota's bedroom and cleaned myself up.

Before I could head back downstairs, Miku entered the room; tilting her head at me in confusion. "Master Mikael, what has happened the last few days? This house has not been in usual conditions since Ryota-sama brought you home last night." Miku asked, her hair sliding to one side of her head.

"I..." What was I to say? "I don't know, Miku. I haven't been thinking straight." I replied, combing my fingers through my hair.

"Here," She pulled a hairbrush from out of her apron. "I brought this up, since you do not have one." She walked over, and due to her short height, she sat me on the bed and crawled up behind me and began to brush my hair. "Are you having your first mission today? I wish you much luck, Master Mikael." She said, suddenly. Probably only trying to make conversation.

"Thanks, Miku... Uh, Miku? Can you do me a favor?" I murmured, thumbing the end of my shirt. Mr. Yasunori allowed me to purchase my favorites; fishnet and gashes.

"Anything, Master Mikael."

"Can you arrange for me to stay with Mr. Yasunori?"

"What? Why would you want me to do that? Do you not like it here with Ryota-sama?"

"No, I think he doesn't like me here."

"Mikael, my boy! So glad you're here. Are you ready, son? I can get my girls to assemble you right away."

"Sure, Mr. Yasunori. I'm ready."

Two females escorted me to a dressing room where they helped me into my gear. It was tight, so it wasn't much trouble for me. It was completely black leather than was easy to breath in; regardless of the tight fit. "You look so feminine, Mikael. Are you sure you want to wear it this tight? All you have to do is ask for a bigger size and its done." One of the girls asked, braiding my hair into a thick, single braid.

"They measured it this way. I guess he wanted it this way." I replied, grinning slightly.

"Oh? Hmm, it sure does show off your cute little butt, Mikael. Heh-heh-heh!" The girls giggled among themselves, winking at me. I blushed, shaking my head in denial. "Come, now. We don't want to waste any of your important time." The girls led me back to Mr. Yasunori where he an Ryota spoke quietly.

"Oh! Mikael, lets get you transported to your post right away." Mr. Yasunori said, ushering me to the elevator at the end of the hall where I had entered. We rode up to the roof where a helicopter was on and ready to deport. It dropped Ryota and I off in a huge, quite, suburban neighborhood. It reminded me of Ryota's, except there were large golf courses and tennis courts and swimming pools. It was wondrous.

"Wow, this place looks great. I wish I could afford to live in a place like this." I sighed, gazing out of the front window of a large condominium. It was high up in the middle of the neighborhood where I could over-look the mansion of my victim. "This site is remarkable..." I sighed, gazing lazily, outside the window. Suddenly, I was grasped by the waist. A pulsing organ at my rear and an unsteady breath in my ear. I remained still, hoping this was who I wished it to be. "R-Ryota?" He gave my hips a soft squeeze, indicating I was correct. I slowly fought to turn around and smashed my mouth against his.

The war for dominance was on. We ripped at each other to gain control as our fight led us to the bed. I collapsed on top of Ryota and still wrestled for power. However, he managed to roll above me and take advantage. He pulled my top up over my head and pinned my ams back. "I hate you... so much. You continually break my heart. Over and over, again. But,... I'd rather die, than let you go. That will cause me the most pain." I grinned at his attempt at harmless words. His smirk told me he caught on as well.

"Are you ready to die?" I asked, tracing his cheek with my finger. He blushed and shook his head, slowly. He knew what I was capable of doing, now.

"No. Not yet." He chuckled and kissed me, again. My arm circled his neck as his lips pressed deeply on my mouth.

Ryota's phone went off suddenly, interrupting our beautiful session. He ignored it for a second before it grew extremely annoying. He sighed and rolled off of me in one swift movement. He answered the phone just as upset. The voice on the other end sounded upset, too.

"Ryota?"

"Yes, what is it?"

"Do you know what time its is? Where are you?"

"I'm busy, Sukiyu. What am I missing?"

"Board meeting with the Vegas tradesmen."

"Dammit! Okay, I'll be there soon."

Ryota almost crushed his phone in his hand as he put it away. He wouldn't meet my eyes. I guess he could feel my disappointment. "Mikael-"

"Go ahead. Its business. I'll wait until tonight." I blurted, forcing my shirt back down. Ryota frowned and fixed his clothing. "Call me when you're done." I said, walking him to the door. He turned and kissed me one last time.

"I will." He replied, and he was gone. I watched him turn the hall and attempted to close the door, but a dark, labored hand grabbed it before it could shut.

"Mikael?" A head appeared in the door. It was a young, African-American male with the face of a brand new model. Man, he was gorgeous. I only wished he was a girl. I wouldn't appear weird if I suddenly got hard.

"Yeah?" I answered, hiding my torso behind the door.

"I need to talk to you about something regarding to your mission. May I come it?" I hesitated before widening the door. He stepped in, and he was dressed in the same attire I was, only looser. He sat on the nearest couch at one corner, and I joined at the other. "So... You belong to Yasunori, too, huh?"

Description
Ambient Air
Chapter 10: Let's Begin...

"You reap what you sow, Ayane. You just wait." Ryota squeezed my wrist and yanked me out of the room. I was extremely too frightened to say a single word. Ayane watched, speechless as well, as Ryota dragged me down the hall and down the stair case. Ryota did not say a word to me as he threw me into the shower and turned on the water. He went back into the bedroom, leaving me in there, all alone.

I grabbed my washcloth and looked around the shower. Down on my right, a bar of pomegranate soap rested in a soap dish. I hesitated, should I use it? There was a regular dove bar in a box above the shower nozzle. Without thinking any further, I grabbed the pomegranate soap and rubbed it around my cloth. The smell was intoxicating. I rubbed the fabric about my skin and smiled in complete bliss. I was happy to have Ryota's smell on my skin, and my body responded greatly. I moaned as my muscle rose up my torso. I washed my chest, embracing the feeling of Ryota's soap running down the hungry organ. I was gonna come soon, so I reached down and began to influence it.

When I entered the bedroom, my bathroom wasn't enough to warm the chill that suddenly ran through it. My hair was wet, and that didn't help the trembling. I immediately redressed into my sleepwear that laid across the bed and returned the towel. Back in the bedroom, Ryota sat on the end of the bed, facing the door. His head was down and he was completely still. I wasn't even cold, but my body was still trembling. I opened my mouth to say something, but you know how that goes. I said nothing.

So, I slowly entered the bed and laid down without disturbing Ryota. He never budged. I really wanted to say something... But what?
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The next morning, Ryota went down to breakfast without waking me, so I was the last one down. Again. Ayane stood at the kitchen entrance, holding his tray over his lap. He didn't look at me, he just returned to the kitchen for a second plate of breakfast. I sat across from the man of the house, who silently read his newspaper; his eyes hidden behind the glare of his slim glasses. I glanced over at Miku, who watched the scene with curious eyes.

Ayane returned with my plate and backed away, hastily. This was way too awkward. I felt so uncomfortable, my appetite just died.

"Not eating?" I jumped at Ryota's sudden question. I glanced at him, but his eyes never left his paper.

"Um... I'll-I'll eat it." I mumbled, running my fork through the spectacular mashed potatoes at the corner of the plate.

"Don't play with it if you are not. Just throw it out if you don't want it." Ayane groaned at Ryota's reply. How rude was that? So, without replying again, I began to feast on. "Mr. Yasunori called this morning. He has something for you to do." Ryota added, closing his paper and grabbing his dish.

"Allow me, Ryota-sama." Ayane asked, reaching a hand out. A chill ran down my back as Ryota stared him down until the other male grew fidgety and uncomfortable. He laid the plate in Ayane's hand and he turned to Miku.

"Yes, Ryota-sama?" She replied with a soft grin.

"Call up Mr. Takanaga. Tell him that the drop off is to Mr. Yasunori, again."

"Right away, Ryota-sama." Miku dashed into what appeared to be a tea room or lounge and closed the door behind her.

"Go get ready." Ryota said, without looking at me. He sat on his couch again and opened his paper. I picked up my empty plate and took it into the kitchen, where Ayane stood in front of the running sink, staring into space. I turned the nozzle towards me and began washing my dish. Ayane fell out of his trance when the water was no longer hitting his hands and glanced at me.

"You don't have to do that, Master Mikael." He whispered, adverting his eyes like he did last night.

"I know. I also remember telling you that you don't have to call me 'Master'." Ayane didn't reply. Ryota must have spoken to him before I got up. He shook like a leaf in front of me. "Ayane-"

"You have a mission this morning. I advise you get to it, Mikael." Ayane said, abruptly. That pierced my heart. I wasn't prepared to hear that, so I immediately found no other option but to leave him be. I raced up to Ryota's bedroom and cleaned myself up.

Before I could head back downstairs, Miku entered the room; tilting her head at me in confusion. "Master Mikael, what has happened the last few days? This house has not been in usual conditions since Ryota-sama brought you home last night." Miku asked, her hair sliding to one side of her head.

"I..." What was I to say? "I don't know, Miku. I haven't been thinking straight." I replied, combing my fingers through my hair.

"Here," She pulled a hairbrush from out of her apron. "I brought this up, since you do not have one." She walked over, and due to her short height, she sat me on the bed and crawled up behind me and began to brush my hair. "Are you having your first mission today? I wish you much luck, Master Mikael." She said, suddenly. Probably only trying to make conversation.

"Thanks, Miku... Uh, Miku? Can you do me a favor?" I murmured, thumbing the end of my shirt. Mr. Yasunori allowed me to purchase my favorites; fishnet and gashes.

"Anything, Master Mikael."

"Can you arrange for me to stay with Mr. Yasunori?"

"What? Why would you want me to do that? Do you not like it here with Ryota-sama?"

"No, I think he doesn't like me here."

"Mikael, my boy! So glad you're here. Are you ready, son? I can get my girls to assemble you right away."

"Sure, Mr. Yasunori. I'm ready."

Two females escorted me to a dressing room where they helped me into my gear. It was tight, so it wasn't much trouble for me. It was completely black leather than was easy to breath in; regardless of the tight fit. "You look so feminine, Mikael. Are you sure you want to wear it this tight? All you have to do is ask for a bigger size and its done." One of the girls asked, braiding my hair into a thick, single braid.

"They measured it this way. I guess he wanted it this way." I replied, grinning slightly.

"Oh? Hmm, it sure does show off your cute little butt, Mikael. Heh-heh-heh!" The girls giggled among themselves, winking at me. I blushed, shaking my head in denial. "Come, now. We don't want to waste any of your important time." The girls led me back to Mr. Yasunori where he an Ryota spoke quietly.

"Oh! Mikael, lets get you transported to your post right away." Mr. Yasunori said, ushering me to the elevator at the end of the hall where I had entered. We rode up to the roof where a helicopter was on and ready to deport. It dropped Ryota and I off in a huge, quite, suburban neighborhood. It reminded me of Ryota's, except there were large golf courses and tennis courts and swimming pools. It was wondrous.

"Wow, this place looks great. I wish I could afford to live in a place like this." I sighed, gazing out of the front window of a large condominium. It was high up in the middle of the neighborhood where I could over-look the mansion of my victim. "This site is remarkable..." I sighed, gazing lazily, outside the window. Suddenly, I was grasped by the waist. A pulsing organ at my rear and an unsteady breath in my ear. I remained still, hoping this was who I wished it to be. "R-Ryota?" He gave my hips a soft squeeze, indicating I was correct. I slowly fought to turn around and smashed my mouth against his.

The war for dominance was on. We ripped at each other to gain control as our fight led us to the bed. I collapsed on top of Ryota and still wrestled for power. However, he managed to roll above me and take advantage. He pulled my top up over my head and pinned my ams back. "I hate you... so much. You continually break my heart. Over and over, again. But,... I'd rather die, than let you go. That will cause me the most pain." I grinned at his attempt at harmless words. His smirk told me he caught on as well.

"Are you ready to die?" I asked, tracing his cheek with my finger. He blushed and shook his head, slowly. He knew what I was capable of doing, now.

"No. Not yet." He chuckled and kissed me, again. My arm circled his neck as his lips pressed deeply on my mouth.

Ryota's phone went off suddenly, interrupting our beautiful session. He ignored it for a second before it grew extremely annoying. He sighed and rolled off of me in one swift movement. He answered the phone just as upset. The voice on the other end sounded upset, too.

"Ryota?"

"Yes, what is it?"

"Do you know what time its is? Where are you?"

"I'm busy, Sukiyu. What am I missing?"

"Board meeting with the Vegas tradesmen."

"Dammit! Okay, I'll be there soon."

Ryota almost crushed his phone in his hand as he put it away. He wouldn't meet my eyes. I guess he could feel my disappointment. "Mikael-"

"Go ahead. Its business. I'll wait until tonight." I blurted, forcing my shirt back down. Ryota frowned and fixed his clothing. "Call me when you're done." I said, walking him to the door. He turned and kissed me one last time.

"I will." He replied, and he was gone. I watched him turn the hall and attempted to close the door, but a dark, labored hand grabbed it before it could shut.

"Mikael?" A head appeared in the door. It was a young, African-American male with the face of a brand new model. Man, he was gorgeous. I only wished he was a girl. I wouldn't appear weird if I suddenly got hard.

"Yeah?" I answered, hiding my torso behind the door.

"I need to talk to you about something regarding to your mission. May I come it?" I hesitated before widening the door. He stepped in, and he was dressed in the same attire I was, only looser. He sat on the nearest couch at one corner, and I joined at the other. "So... You belong to Yasunori, too, huh?"