Chapter 7
“What do I sell? Anything. Anything second-hand that people wouldn’t even bat an eye at in Japan.”
Kisaragi listened to the deep voice speak as he savored what was moving inside of him.
“People appreciate cars the most, but there are some in your field, too. Medical equipment. Russia is the worst. They use machines from nearly twenty years ago. They were free spenders at first, but not so much now. It’s because of the economic sanctions.”
Kisaragi had made arrangements to see Kanesaki in his suite once a week. Kanesaki lived on the top floor of the condominium where his company was located. His company traded mainly with Russia.
Although Kisaragi had no idea why, Kanesaki talked non-stop while they had sex. It wasn’t as if Kisaragi asked him any questions; Kanesaki simply spoke to him about all manner of things.
Kisaragi was taken aback at first, but since it didn’t seem to distract Kanesaki from the act at hand, he decided to listen. Although Kanesaki outwardly conducted trade, there was no way of knowing what he really did behind the façade.
“Oh,” the man said, “do you know anyone who’s got an ultrasound machine lying around that they don’t need anymore? Running out of space to stash it? Tell them I can take it off their hands.”
“-And what… are you…”
“I’m going to sell it, of course. To them,” Kanesaki said with a grin. On this night, too, they had just begun to engage in the act on the bed in his condo. And just as always, they both shed only their bottoms.
“I can’t do X-ray machines, though. Those are too big. Cardiograms and ultrasound machines are the best. Think about it, will you?”
Kisaragi felt like his voice would crack if he spoke now, so he only nodded. It was getting harder to restrain himself. He lifted his hips to angle them in a way that pleasured him the most. Kanesaki let out a low laugh when he noticed. He put his hands on Kisaragi’s thighs and opened them wider. He then leaned in to penetrate him further.
“-Ah…!”
Kanesaki continued to speak even while he came and released himself.
“Medical conditions there are horrible. If a new virus were to land, you’d have tens of thousands dead.”
Once Kisaragi’s twitching stopped, Kanesaki peeled the condom off of his abated penis. “Don’t want it to spill,” he said as he threw it aside and moved away.
Back when he had slept with people at Guys, Kisaragi had found it unbearable to remain in the company of his partner after it was over. But now he found it wasn’t so bad when it was in a comfortable bed like this one.
Being rocked on a bed with good springs revived the sensation in his inner core and made it stir. His limp member began to stiffen again.
“You want to come again?” Kanesaki asked.
“It doesn’t matter,” Kisaragi answered. It was strange; ever since he had begun to sleep with Kanesaki, his aching hunger had abated.
When he used to let men straddle him at Guys, he would fervently seek release when he felt the desire mount in him, thinking he would probably never see the man again. Perhaps he was more at ease now because he now had a constant partner he could depend on to rid himself of his desires.
“You’re a strange one, doctor,” Kanesaki said with an exasperated face as he looked down at him. “But enough of that. Don’t you have any influenza vaccines, or stuff like that? I’m actually scheduled to fly over there next week. I mean Russia. But it’s an area that’s close to the border of North Korea.”
“No,” answered Kisaragi, shaking his head. “Not until September.”
“Nothing you can do if you don’t have any.” Kanesaki shrugged and continued to move his hips.
“Are you going for work?”
“Of course. You think I’d go for a vacation?” Kanesaki gave a large thrust. “Arima is coming, too.”
“Mr. Arima, too? But he’s not?“
Kanesaki deftly switched positions and began to penetrate him from behind.
“Maybe he’ll demand to get discharged tomorrow or so. We get treated like VIPs when Arima is around. Over there, anyway. He’s like Muneo* the Second. He has connections to Russian language schools with the Foreign Ministry.”
“I’m not interested in politics.”
“I figured as much,” Kanesaki said as he groped Kisaragi’s lower half. “You’re not interested in anything, are you?”
As the man’s fingers groped the tip of his penis, Kisaragi unwittingly answered by tightening his grip.
“I’ll catch what you spit out so you don’t get dirty. You want to come together?”
“Whatever you want,” Kisaragi said coldly. Kanesaki gave a wry smile.
“Same as always. But that’s what I like about you.”
They came at almost the same time, and collapsed on top of each other.
“Ah… it was so good, doctor. I like doing it from behind. It turns me on. Maybe it’s because you’re still wearing clothes and the only thing that’s showing is your ass. Maybe it’s because I feel like I’m raping you.”
“You enjoy rape?”Probably because he’s one of the yakuza, Kisaragi thought coolly.
“Are you crazy? I’ve never raped anyone. Most girls will spread their legs for me as long as I pay them. Same for men.”
“Then why…?”
Kanesaki laughed loudly. “I wonder why. Maybe it’s because it’s you. You’re pretty, elite, and you live in a totally different world. Someone I could never have. Maybe I like it because it feels like I’m ravaging a princess.”
Kisaragi glared in exasperation at the man’s face, which was right up close to his.
“I’m not pretty.”
“What’re you saying? That face is as pretty as they come. Don’t other people tell you that?”
Kisaragi sighed and buried his face in the pillow. “Looks are simply a layer of skin. And besides, for man it doesn’t matter how good his looks are.”
Kanesaki’s large hand caught his chin and twisted it to face him. “In other words, there’s a man for whom your good looks are meaningless. I see.”
Kisaragi snapped his eyes open wide and stared into Kanesaki’s dark ones. Kanesaki roared with laughed as he began to thrust his hips again. “I see. That’s how it is, huh, doctor?”
“What do you mean?”
“That’s just exactly what I mean.” Kanesaki pressed his lips to the man’s pale neck. “You’re in love with a straight guy. And that’s why you’ve run to self-destruction and you’ll sleep with anyone.”
“Stop making up stories,” Kisaragi said, but he knew the man could sense the tension in his body from his agitation.
“So I’m right.”
“Shut up!” Kisaragi twisted and tried to push Kanesaki off of him, but the man gripped his hips tightly so he could not move.
“In the end you’re just a sheltered boy,” Kanesaki said. “You underestimated me. But…” he paused as he thrust upwards into him. Kisaragi felt the shaft within him grow larger, and whimpered as he felt the pleasure being drawn out of him.
“…But that’s what I like about you,” Kanesaki continued. “It’s the first time I’ve found you cute.” Kanesaki then propped himself up, with his arms supporting Kisagari’s hips, and penetrated him again.
“You look like you’re in a bad mood,” Kanesaki said as his face moved to obstruct his view of the ceiling.
“Of course. My shirt is soiled.”
Kanesaki stopped mid-motion as he was wiping Kisaragi down. “Just wear one of mine.” He looked so gleeful as he brought his face close that Kisaragi chewed his lip in irritation. He was also infuriated that he had been goaded into climaxing by this man. When he turned his face aside huffily, Kanesaki let out a loud laugh and roughly mussed Kisaragi’s hair.
“You’re cute, doctor.” Kanesaki got off the bed and brought a shirt back from the closet. “Let me put this on you.”
Kisaragi felt too listless to bother fighting back, and let the man’s hands unclothe him. Kanesaki draped the shirt over him and rubbed his shoulders. Kisaragi could feel the heat from the man’s large palms, and felt his eyelids begin to droop.
“…I’m sleepy.”
“Then go to sleep,” Kanesaki murmured as Kisaragi began to nod off. “I won’t be able to see you for a while. I’ll get in touch when I get back. Wait for me.”
Muneo* Muneo Suzuki is a politician, famous for a scandal in 2002 in which he pressured the Foreign Ministry to fund the Japanese-Russia Friendship House. He was convicted for taking bribes, and perjury, among other things.