Sunday

By Murasakisuishou


Shall I tell you, Saionji, of how it all came about? The beginning of my 
disgrace. 

It was a Sunday. I remember it quite clearly. 

I had called a friend of a friend that morning, with the hopes of 
entertaining her over lunch. But, for reasons yet unknown, my plans never 
reached fruition. Instead, I found myself with the whole of a shining 
afternoon nestled within my empty hands, and so I went forth, despite my 
sister's mewling pleas, to walk the grounds of Ohtori. Never was a place 
more like a garden, massed with blooms all ready to be plucked by my 
deft fingers. 

If only I hadn't seen the rich color of his eyes in the ribbons of one, or his 
easy, gentle smile glowing upon the lips of another, I might have stayed 
there amongst them. 

But...

It was the sound of his piano that drew me to where he was, that shadowy, 
high-windowed room that smelt faintly of oranges. I knew before I even 
entered that a sheet of music would be resting over the keys, untouched by 
his quiet gaze. He knew the tune already by heart, and so enrapt was he 
over the drift of his fingers that he didn't look up when I stepped into the 
room, locking the door behind me. 

I crept up behind him, all casual interest, just another human lured by the 
voice of his instrument. I spied a sliver of his bare nape above his collar, 
and it was there that I lightly swiped one fingertip. The wistful music 
stuttered to a halt, and he rounded upon me with a strangled little cry of 
surprise. 

'Oh! Touga-sama.' A blush had lit upon his cheeks, at that point. I can't tell 
you how much that wide, innocent look of his thrills me. 

With the warmest grin I could offer, I asked, 'Did I frighten you? I'm 
sorry.' 

Miki graced me with an uncertain smile of his own. 'It's okay. Um...what 
can I do for you?' 

'You can entertain me,' I told him, claiming the empty square on the bench 
beside him--Kozue's usual spot, no doubt. 'It's a lazy day. Why not while it 
away with some excellent music?' 

'Certainly, Touga-sama,' Miki replied happily, giving me a gracious nod. 
He set those long, thin fingers of his onto that black-and-ivory plain, and a 
thread of sound instantly soared through the room. I watched him, noting 
how quickly he lost himself in the melodies, forgetting all else--including 
me. The silly boy. I don't think he realized what I was up to until my hand 
met his crotch. Really, you ought to give it a try sometime; he does blush 
so prettily. 

Again, the music stopped, and he seized my wrist as if to stop me, though 
I had done nothing further. As if he could stop me at all. I very nearly 
laughed at him, all low in his ear when I bent to whisper so knowingly, 
'You don't want to stop, do you?' 

After a moment, he shook his head, yet he did not resume playing, nor did 
he release his grip. I felt the swelling of his cock under my palm, and I 
gave it a gentle squeeze. He gasped, swaying by my side, and I leaned 
over to kiss his rosy lips, before I stole away from him altogether. 

'Don't think, Miki. Just close your eyes and play.' 

I swept my fingers lightly over his eyes, feeling the silky brush of his 
lashes against my skin. The weight of his head met my hip, and then he 
began to play. I moved to one side of the piano, studying him for a 
moment, before I disappeared beneath it. The tones were richer there, bass 
notes registering in force, almost like the beat of a giant's heart. 

Hands on his thighs, I coaxed him into sitting forward a bit, until he was 
on the edge of the bench, and then I went to work. Crouching under 
furniture to play between someone's legs is not an activity I usually 
participate in, I grant, but the boy's was a virgin--or as near to one as his 
sister would let him be. Someone had to teach him. I only chose to do it by 
example. Pity he came so quickly, though. I could have done that for an 
age: the way he tasted, the way he moaned under the touch of my mouth--
it was electric. 

It didn't take me long to persuade him to join me on the floor, either. He 
was half-begging me, but for what exactly, I'm not sure. He clutched at the 
lapels of my jacket as if in shock, and he kept his eyes closed despite my 
whispered entreaties for him to open them. No matter, though, in the end. I 
got what I wanted. 

Unfortunately, now it seems Nanami will get what she wants, too.