Kuji's voice then took on a sugary tone. "Nango," he said. "That really scared me back there... but you saved me."
"I told you not to stick your nose into stupid things."
"You were right." Kuji reached out and lowered Nango's fly. He slipped his hands into the man's pants and groped his crotch. "You like my fingers, too, don't you?"
Nango gave him a contemptuous smile. "What? Horny?"
"Yeah, kinda. My heart is all racing and stuff. You know... the smell of blood. It can be a turn-on."
"That's right." Nango's penis was already hard. Kuji pulled it out and put the tip of it into his mouth.
"So what is it with that guy, huh?" Kuji said, running his tongue over and along the man's penis and speaking in between. "You said he was a sleeper for the North, but you were wrong."
"I'm not the one who came up with the idea," Nango said between heavy breaths as he pushed Kuji's head into his crotch.
"Use your throat," he commanded as he grabbed a fistful of hair and pushed him away. Kuji's mouth came away from the man's penis.
"Did someone tip you off?" Kuji asked.
"Not sure if you can call it a tip. People from the South told us to keep watch on him." Nango then pushed Kuji's face against his crotch again. Kuji let the man's penis penetrate deep into his throat before puckering his lips.
North and South. He knew nothing about the countries. He only knew that they were opposing enemies. But Song was not someone from the North. Why had people from the South passed on wrong information? In doing so, they had sold out one of their own.
Kuji was still in thought when Nango forcibly pushed his head away again. Kuji's puckered mouth ran along the length of his penis.
"Yeah, that's it. Keep it coming." The man shoved Kuji's head into his crotch again. Kuji almost choked as he swallowed the man's penis.
Every time he latched onto the member, he was grabbed by the hair and pulled away, then forced to bury his face into the man's crotch again. Nango grabbed both of his ears and repeatedly pushed and pulled his head against his groin. Kuji pumped the man's rearing penis with his mouth.
Nango eventually picked Kuji up and made him sit on the desk. He pulled Kuji's pants off, grabbed his ankles, and hoisted them over his shoulders.
"Now I'll give you some cock."
"Give it to me, Nango," Kuji said in an imploring tone. Once the man was inside of him, he made a point of thrusting back and letting out exaggerated moans. Kuji built up pleasure while his thoughts raced in his mind.
Why hadn't Nango let Song into the house? Because Song was not of Japanese nationality. Therefore the Metropolitan Police had no obligation to protect him. But was Song really a spy for the North, as the people from the South had said in their tip?
No - if he was a spy from the North, he would not try to report crime and cooperate with the police - he would end up blowing his cover that way. If that was the case, Kuji thought, perhaps he was someone from the South. But then why had the people from the South tipped the police off that way? Why had they ratted out one of their own?
Kuji's speculations were taking him nowhere. Was Song even a priest in the first place? Never. A priest would never kill another man. Kuji stopped thinking once he got that far, and pushed Song into the back of his mind and decided to savor the member inside of him.
He had to climax once, or else Nango would get suspicious.
"Ahhh, I'm coming, Nango-!" Kuji let out an ecstatic moan as he released his milky white desire. He clenched around Nango and twisted his hips.
"Ngh-" Nango let out a short grunt and paused.
"Come on, give me more. I've been deprived here." Kuji purposely put on a coquettish act. "I dunno why I ever thought Song was a good idea," he continued. "A man who can't fuck isn't a man. I wouldn't be able to do without your cock, Nango."
Nango laughed as he began to thrust again. "That's kind of cute, isn't it? I hope you're not going to stop doing that after tonight?"
Eventually Nango detached himself and took out a cigarette from his jacket. He walked over to the bed and sat down. Kuji slid off the desk and lay down on the floor. He turned his face to Nango and put a hand to his bare crotch.
"Look how full my belly is. It's sloshing around."
Nango laughed. He looked at Kuji, seemingly in good spirits. "You asked for it."
Kuji kept his hand on his belly. "I feel like I'm gonna wet myself," he whimpered pitifully. "Can I get it out?"
"Yeah. The bathroom's that way."
Kuji pulled up his pants and looked to the door that Nango was pointing at with his cigarette. The guards were on the lookout for external dangers, and were not expecting people to leave the premises. Escaping through the bathroom window was a piece of cake for Kuji.
Although he felt a twinge of guilt for doing this to Nango, he figured he had already paid his dues by giving the man a good time.
He had left his leather jacket behind, but the cold was of no consequence to him. In jail, he had endured the cold with nothing but a shirt. He remembered hearing that Song's birthplace, Cheon-wang, was close to China. Was it cold there?
Although Kuji did not mind the cold, he regretted not being able to bring his shoes. But there was nothing he could do about it. He hoped he would make it to Roppongi somehow.
Once he made it to a highway, he would hitchhike a ride with a truck. Kuji lapsed into thought as he continued to walk. He had to go back to Song. That was where he belonged.
"Goodbye," Song had said when they parted. Was he going somewhere far away? Or perhaps—
A chill ran down his spine. Never. Kuji gave himself a shake to ward away the foreboding feeling that had come over him. He knew that God did not exist. If He did, He would have granted his wish already.
What's my wish, you ask? To get together with Song and have sex every day, what else would I wish for? No. That wasn't it. Song did not engage in sex, and Kuji knew that thing would work out so conveniently in his favor. All he wished for was to play the organ beside Song. He remembered what the man had said - that abstaining from sex wasn't hard if he thought of the person who had saved his life.
I wouldn't mind not having sex if I could be with Song. If he was told never to have sex again for the rest of his life, he would comply. If asked to show proof, he wouldn't mind cutting off his penis and balls.
Now I know.
O God, please. If you really do exist, please hear me out - I'll give up what's important to me if you'll grant my wish in exchange. You're accepting of everyone, aren't you, no matter how defiled they are?
I've found Song. He's the path that I should follow.
Humming that familiar song calmed his heart.
Kuji pressed onwards.