Fantasy RP Red Strings | Knight & Sol

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It was barely evening, and Tomoe felt exhausted already. He was returning to the okiya with supplies in hand for that night. They were entertaining some big named Shogun. He often volunteered himself to pick up supplies even though that task was usually delegated to the boys who were on the lower rungs of the hierarchy of the okiya. The fresh air was a godsend compared to the confined spaces that was already loud and cramped with all the milling about. He hid his poor health from his employers- putting on a brave face even when his lungs burned and he could barely see straight. He hadn't spent all this time becoming the favorite just to piss it down the drain now. He'd heard all the warnings the tea-house owner had had to give him any time they had an important client such as this one.

In this section of the red light district, Tomoe stuck out amongst the others; the fine silk kimono that he wore was a symbol of wealth that many an entertainer would be lucky enough to have one of in their lifetimes. To him, however, the blue silk that adorned him was casual wear compared to the finely embroidered kimono he was normally dressed in when he was 'Himawari'. All around him, the noise and bustle of the never-ending business that the brothels in the area around him brought in filled his senses as he made his way back toward the okiya district. There was something there that gave him quite a bit of pause; he thought he was seeing ghosts. Was seeing things something he could add to his list of afflictions? He almost laughed at the thought. At first, the figure off in the distance reminded him of someone that he'd not seen in quite some time. Tomoe veered from his determined path as if drawn to the figure. It couldn't be; it just couldn't.

He was acutely aware of the sound that his footsteps made against the road. The wooden geta on his feet sounded loud and matched the nervous beat of his heart as he neared. His mind was flooded with nostalgic memories of himself playing with another boy whose face he couldn't quite remember- chasing off village guards who came after them for stealing food and supplies. It was hard to believe the two of them had grown apart in completely separate worlds. Tomoe had grown up in the tea-house- not knowing much outside save for the bits and pieces he'd learned through history, politics, and poetry he'd learned when he'd risen through the ranks. His concerns had drifted from his own safety and well-being to how beautiful and desirable he could make himself to potential clients in hopes that one day, he'd be free of the contract he'd unwillingly been signed into. He stopped himself as the man had turned around. They were several yards away from one another, but the face was unmistakable. Tomoe drew in a breath and his hands shook slightly as they held the paper parasol with a white knuckled grip.

"Is it really you?" His voice was quiet, but still audible. "I thought I'd never see you again." Tears threatened to prick at the corners of his eyes, but he remained steadfast. Crying was a courtesy allotted to children- not a courtesan who carried himself with grace.

Their promise to meet up that night all those years ago had been broken, and he knew he'd been the one to break it- although unintentionally. The orphanage that had raised them made a deal with the owner of the okiya that they would take one of the children in their care off of their hands for a hefty sum, and Tomoe had been the unlucky one that'd gotten picked. It made him feel guilty even though he knew the situation had been out of his control. "Is this a place you frequent often?" He asked- a playful smile pulled at the corners of his lips. He couldn't help but throw the playful tease in the man’s direction.
 
"Is it really you?"

The question was simple, yet it spoke of 100 things unsaid, unseen. In a black silk kimono, wrapped at the waist with a stark white obi belt and blue Hakama, was a samurai that was head and shoulders above most. He has definitely grown up, a mountain that looked down upon Tomoe. His hair was tied up, and on his his was a katana. His face was clean cut, but had a small cut on the left cheek, where he had sliced himself while tripping face first into the orphanages cat bed and the tiny terror tried to teach him a lesson. His brow furrowed...then recognition sparked in his eyes. "Tomoe?!" He said pushing forward a few steps, the small crowd traffic jumping aside. But the Samurai froze as Tomoe barbed with with another question.

"Is this a place you frequent often?"

His face colored and folded his arms under his sleeves. "I have visited plenty of places like this..." He said with small smirk. It was crooked, the youthful memory of Tomoes oldest friend, Zenbē flooding between them. "I seek them almost exclusively."
 
The blonde’s mind was filled with many thoughts. Happy and sad both for a myriad of reasons. Hearing his name- his true name rather than Himawari- filled him with a joy he’d forgotten how to feel. Stormy hazel colored hues couldn’t help but ogle the man that had quickly closed the distance between them. He had grown up well. Tall and muscular with a handsome face. So much unlike Tomoe who had grown up slender, willowy and beautiful. They were close enough now that Tomoe could reach the hand that wasn’t holding the grocery bag up to rest against the man’s scarred face.

He certainly felt corporeal enough for the boy to believe that he was not hallucinating.

So much that he wanted to say, but he was well aware of the eyes of not only other samurai on them, but also the denizens of the entertainment district watching them as though they were watching a drama play. All those things he had going through his head would have to wait until they weren’t being watched. The sun was starting to set, and if he didn’t return to the Okiya soon, the madam would send people after him. He didn’t want to give her any reason to suspect him of sneaking around.

A honeyed colored brow rose at the admission of his friend. “It’s cruel that you show up now when I have such little time to appreciate your company.” He offered a quiet laugh through his nose at his own words. “But good to know that asking you to visit me tonight wouldn’t be out of the norm for you.” His hand moved from the man’s face. He pulled a small metal broach from a pocket of his own kimono. It was shaped like an orchid flower and glittered in the dying light of the sun behind them. “Please visit me tonight at Kintsugi Okiya. Ask for Himawari, and I would be happy to entertain you for the evening.”
 
Zenbē reached out, a calloused hand picking the broach from Tomoe's hand. "I look forward to it...we have alot of catch up to do." He said as he drew it into his sleeve, hiding it away. "I was planning to visit that one soon...how fortunate." He said smirking slightly.
 
Tomoe hated the idea of leaving once again. It took almost every ounce of his will power to tear himself away from the pleasant interaction. But he had faith that Zenbe would meet up with him later in the evening.

By the time he'd returned to the okiya with the supplies, there was a buzz of conversation. Courtesan and apprentice alike were buzzing with excited conversation. Rather than join them, however, Tomoe pushed past them to his room to prepare for the evening.

The doors to Kintsugi teahouse opened not too long after the sun set, and Tomoe left the comfort of his own chambers draped in a black silk kimono- hand painted with gold, silver, and vermilion flowers. This was the most expensive piece of his wardrobe, and he felt it offset his pale complexion and pale hair well. Black enameled hair pins held heavy blonde hair from the back of his neck.

He'd told the apprentice before leaving his room that he was expecting a personal guest that night and that everything should be ready for it. The request left no room for questions of the inquisitive sort. There was no need to know that he only intended for his guest to talk with him privately out of the reach of prying ears and eyes.

He descended the stairs carefully- taking in the sights and smells of food and conversation. He wore a coquettish smile to hide the fact that for the first time in quite a while he was nervous.
 
As the evening began, nobles, merchants and their retainers coming in to mingle and collect good proper company. But Tomoe's eyes saw what he was looking for, his attendant getting signaled as a small host of samurai had come in. Courtesans moved to be selected, standing out and trying to flaunt their talents and beauty. A chorus of giggles before Zenbē was led from the main group and brought to wait.
 
The apprentice had approached Zenbe respectfully- offering a bow of his head in respect to the much taller man. "Himawari told me to expect you. Please follow me." He led the man up the ornate stairs toward the courtesan's quarters. At the very end of the hallway, the scent of incense filtered through the closed door. He opened it and allowed the man inside the neatly decorated space. In the middle sat a small table with two cushions on either side and a bottle of plum sake sat on top of it. "He will be up shortly to greet you," He closed the door behind him- leaving the man alone for the time being.

It didn't take long for the blonde to peel himself away from the buzz of eager voices when his apprentice approached him. He excused himself and returned quickly to his room. His heart thrummed in his ears, and he almost couldn't believe what was occurring. He felt a pang of guilt once more, but knew that despite where they were now, there could be no changing their past and the broken promise they'd made all those years ago. These thoughts made him hesitate on opening the door, but finally, he was able to steel his resolve enough to pull it aside.

A hardened expression faded into a softer one as he saw the samurai once again. Not a ghost nor a hallucination, but real and in the flesh. "Earlier, I imagined I'd started seeing things. I'm grateful to know you're not a figment of my imagination after all." The door was closed, and he was quick to close the distance between them. Slender arms wrapping around the shoulders of his taller companion. Like this it almost felt like they were boys again- Tomoe almost always clinging or not too far behind. "Who would have imagined a scrawny street rat like you would have grown up into a handsome samurai~"
 
Zenbē felt the slender arms around his big shoulders, he chuckled as Tomoe spoke. "If I am a spirit, I am quite a persistent one. I thought that I would never lay eyes on you again Tomoe." He said as he moved his arm, putting it on Tomoe's back. "You were scrawny as well if I remember. Hm?" He said as he flashed a grin. "You just kept a cleaner look."
 
The blonde let out a small laugh through his nose. He had been even scrawnier than Zenbe. Their stealing food or digging through garbage didn't allow for much muscle mass as they'd grown up. "I was never the one picking fights." Tomoe teased and a smile pulled at the corners of his painted lips.

"I tried reaching out with letters some few years ago, but they only sent one in response that told me you had left the village before my letters had reached them." It had been disheartening to hear that at the time when he'd been an apprentice- looking for any way to get out of the okiya.

There was no real sense on dwelling on it now though. Not when the two were once more wrapped in another's arms. Tomoe before this had never felt shame over being a courtesan. He was too proud to let the stares and words of others that looked down on him for his profession to get to him, but now, he wondered what Zenbe thought of him- seeing him here like this. Even if he frequently sought out these places, this was likely not the place he'd imagine his friend to be employed at. "Would you like to share a drink with me? I had my apprentice prepare the plum sake that I had saved for a special occasion."
 
"Yes." Zenbē said with a nod. His eyes flashing slightly at the proposal of alcohol. While Tomoe moved to prepare the drinks and pour, Zenbē set his sword at his side. "I left by then hm...I was in the Tengu Clan's little banner war." He said as he folded his arms on his lap. "The shogunates army wanted extra bodies in the spear line."
 
He poured their wine into two small porcelain cups and offered one of them to Zenbe. By the time his friend had left, Tomoe had given up on attempting to find him again. It was easier to have mourned a friend as though he had died rather than cling to silly notions like hope that the two would see one another once more.

"The Shogunate," He took a sip from his own cup. The man who Zenbe served had been here on more than one occasion, and the way he always looked and touched Tomoe made his skin crawl. He let the thoughts fall away from his mind- not wanting to spoil such an important occasion. "It seems as though you've made quite the life for yourself, at least."

He leaned against Zenbe- touchstarved and craving the warmth from his friend once more even if only just a little. "So, when you said earlier that you seek out these places that your interest lies not in taking a wife, but finding cute boys instead?" It was a playful jest, but he had had to admit to himself that seeing the man once more had brought back feelings to the surface he'd long since tried to stifle.
 
Zenbes hand easily wrapped around the cut, palming it as Tomoe leaned on his body, his arms lifted and wrapping it around Tomoe's side, laying his hand on his chest. "I was looking for you." Hevsaid as he gulped the sake back and set the cup down. "I heard rumors of who took you away from another conscript...so I was hoping that one day, I could find you again my friend. "
 
With the arm secured around him, Tomoe felt safe, protected as he'd been in their youth. He looked up at Zenbe through thick lashes as he spoke and let out a quiet sigh through his nose. "That day we were planning on leaving, the woman who ran the orphanage had already sold me off to this place. I don't remember much, but when I woke up, we were already here in the okiya." Likely a drugged tea or food which allowed them to transport the boy quietly from the village to the teahouse. He'd attempted many a time to run away from this, but it had only ended in failures each time with punishments that grew more severe as time went on.

A pale hand reached up to caress the side of the man's face gently. "When you said my name- my real name- it was the first time anyone had called me that in many years." It had elated him to know that someone other than himself had remembered it. The hand that was touching his face urged him down slightly so their lips could meet. A short, chaste kiss on the lips that brought a smile to the courtesan's face. Something he'd wanted to do since laying his eyes on the man once more. "We're both here now. Alive and together again. That's what matters."
 
Zenbē didn't resist or tense, his kiss making him sigh softly. His grip tightened, Zenbē pressing Tomoe inti a deeper, closer kiss. His hand grasping Tomoe's kimono. Zenbe pulled back. "Then we will get acquainted." He said as his hand slid underneath the robe, the other grabbing the sake bottle to drink more.
 
His body tingled as the hand snuck under heavy layers of kimono. A warm heat traced the length of his spine. He'd never imagined the two of them would have ever gotten to this point if they had made right on their plans in the past. Even his own feelings had been stifled in favor of keeping Zenbe close to him as a boy. But now, his stomach fluttered and he had no such reservations about his desire to be touched and held.

He pressed himself back into the eager kiss- reciprocating with with just as much wanting. Hands had moved to grasp Zenbe's kimono and the ties that held it shut- pulling them open with ease. "I'm all yours tonight. However you want me." Tomoe nipped playfully at Zenbe's lower lip with his teeth before moving his attention to trail playful kisses along his neck and jaw.
 
"Heh- You are pushy for a little thing." Zenbe said as Tomoe opened his kimono, Zenbē shrugging it off, showing off his broad muscles, chiseled, tough, a few battle scars on his torso, glancing shallow scars and a few angular marks, likely spears or arrow tops thar he managed to keep from breaking deeper than he had to. Zenbē reached down and grabbed Tomoe's cheeks with one hand. "I want you everyway. I've been waiting for this night for a long time, Tomoe." He said as he dragged him closer, kissing od Tomoe's neck and sinking a sharp bit inti his delicate skin.
 
The battle scars only seemed to add to Zenbe’s rugged charm. “Being pushy usually is the best way to get exactly what I want.” He traced the lines of the scars across the other man’s chest before he moved his hand to pull at the obi that held his own kimono closed. Heavy layers of silk pooled around slender shoulders and fell from his lithe frame. Where Zenbe was all muscle and battle scars, Tomoe’s skin was untouched and unblemished by any markings. Pale flesh prickled with goosebumps and he shivered from the sudden change of temperature.

Tomoe straddled Zenbe’s lap- plush thighs on either side of his hips. He could feel the teeth sink deep into the flesh of his neck and couldn’t hold back a soft, eager noise that fell from his lips. “Have me then.” Even if just for tonight, he would give anything just for this.
 
Zenbē barked a laugh as Tomoe straddleds him, his hands were rough on the delicate courtesans pristine skin. He explored his curves, his softer muscles, Zenbē hooking his fingers to the garments hiding the way the last of his body. His touch was blunt and true, dragging away the last shield of Tomoe's body. His mouth was exploring Tomoe's pristine skin like it was untouched territory, eager to play with it and take it for himself, dragging markings down his neck and hiscollar. Zenbē's lifting and pinning him inti the mats, the sake bottle spilling liquor as it tipped from the sudden thud.
 
The rough hands only excited Tomoe further. He'd felt the rough, calloused hands of many swordsmen in the past before, but the hands exploring his unblemished flesh now were fulfilling a desire he'd long since thought impossible before now. Normally, he set the pace of the interactions between his guest and himself, but tonight he allowed himself to relinquish it to Zenbe. He felt lips against his skin and soft, eager noises left the boy's lips. His body felt warm, and his cock twitched- rising quickly to the occasion without much coercion.

Tomoe looked up at the man above him with half lidded eyes that read full of wanting and desire. "Couldn't even wait long enough to take me to the bed?~" The playful words left him as his fingers trailed slowly downwards to stroke along the man's own length.
 
Tomoe's hands found the way beneath Zenbē's garments, the excitement of the courtesan was infectious, Zenbē's skin was hot, his hips pressing upwards, rolling against Tomoe's hands. His member was just as eager. Stiffening, between them. "Why should I wait a single second more than we want?" He said as he grasped Tomoe's hips tightly.
 
A warm hand was wrapped firmly in Tomoe's hand and he stroked the hardened flesh in his soft palm. He enjoyed the feeling of the warm skin in his hand- making Zenbe just as needy and wanting for this as he was. With his free hand he reached up to pull the man down enough to press his lips firmly against Zenbe's own. "At least play with me a little more before you go sticking this inside of me." He wasn't a woman, and despite how hard he was now, taking this without a little more foreplay and preparation would be a painful one.
 
Zenbē chuckles against Tomoe's lips, trading kisses with him. "I said u wanted you not, I didn't say- I would rush." He mumbled out vetween their. Connection. His hands slid down to Tomoe's ass cheeks, squeezing them, anmas his body pressed into Tomoe's. His hips rolled, grinding against his sift skin.
 
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