Jun blew the smoke he kept in his mouth, looking how it disappeared slowly in the air. The loud music playing in the main area of the club was blocked by the windows around the VIP room he and his friend were in. His eyes fell on the crowd that was dancing following the rhythm created by the DJ. His lips curved into a slight smirk. It had been a while since he had visited his friend’s club and the sight in front of his eyes was definitely amusing… everyone moving around like a mass… obediently… yet they felt that they were having the choice… or rather the illusion of choice; something inexistent in his world.

“You should give it a try, Jun… The guy has been more than clear to you…”

His friend’s voice made Jun detach his gaze from outside, turning it to the small wooden table where his glass with scotch was. The truth is that for the first time in his life he felt confused… and he hated it. He always knew what he wanted and he always made sure to have it in the exact way and time he wanted it. This time, though, the case was different… Deep inside, he knew that he wanted it… him… but he also knew that the whole thing may turn into a fiasco… and that was something he would never forgive to himself.

“You have nothing to lose… or is it that you’re afraid?” there was a challenging tone echoing in his friend’s voice, as he uttered the last phrase.

A small chuckle escaped from Jun’s lips. He placed the half-smoked cigarette on the ashtray next to his glass. Afraid…! Of my reaction… maybe…! He muffled a laugh at this thought.

“I’m not afraid in the sense you’re assuming, Masaki.”

“Then?  The guy is into you and I know that you’re into him. It’s not a coincidence that you’re in my club after almost a year.” Jun looked at his friend with a raised eyebrow who didn’t seem to be affected in the slightest. “And we both know that you’re not a fan… You were not visiting even when you were having an interest on a specific someone…” Masaki continued pointing at the DJ who in that very moment was closed in his booth across the dancefloor giving his own performance.

Jun sighed. “Masaki, please! I’m not here to talk about archeology!”

“My point! You’re here to talk about Ninomiya Kazuya!”

“Kazunari…” Jun corrected him before he realized what he had just did and above all, why. He ticked his tongue on the back of his teeth when he saw the triumphant smile on his friend’s face.

“What is it that makes you this hesitant? You were never afraid of challenges…” Masaki leaned back on the sofa, lighting up the third cigarette in the last hour. “Don’t you usually have something like a trial period in your type of relationships? Try it and if you don’t see things working out with this Ninomiya Kazunari guy you can shoo him away and get in the search for one that meets your requirements! It’s you who is the master anyway!”

“If someone heard you, they’d say you talk about dogs!”

“Well, we definitely don’t talk about partners…!” Masaki said defensively. “It was you the one who said it; a dominant and a submissive aren’t and can never be equal. Alzheimer still hasn’t knocked on my door.”

Jun passed his hand through his hair, sighing deeply. “You’re simplifying things way too much!” the words came out of his mouth in a tone that betrayed how uptight he was. He stood up, turning his back to the other. It wasn’t that Masaki didn’t speak more or less the truth… or maybe it was exactly that.

“Maybe… but I’m sure you’re getting exactly what I mean…” Masaki said in a lower voice this time. There was no reason to provoke more anger to his friend, it only made him more stubborn.

“It’s that what I want to avoid… to ‘shoo’ him away as you said.” Jun mumbled after moments of silence.

“You did that with Sho-chan!”

Jun smirked. “And here we are talking of archeology again. Tell me, Masaki, aren’t you happy that I did that? You have him for yourself, now!”

“Jun…”

Jun sighed. He knew that no matter how much he joked, he couldn’t escape from the other. “Look… with Sakurai, since you’ve mentioned him, you know that it could have never worked. Firstly and most importantly, I was still quite inexperienced. I had thought that it was worth the try since we shared some similar bed kinks. But that was the problem. He surely likes it rough but his kinky side begins and finishes in bed activities. He is such a control freak and strong opinionated person that he could never be in a BDSM relationship.” Jun could sense Masaki’s intense stare on him. “And I’m sure you’re also aware that the outcome was more or less clear from the beginning, since it was obvious that besides some physical attraction, in those two mere months we were supposedly together, neither of us had felt anything deeper.” Jun smirked as he leaned closer to his friend. “It was why you decided to corner him the very same night I told you we were done and fucked him senselessly on every possible surface in your office.”

Masaki said nothing in reply and stayed indifferent as he stooped to fill another glass with scotch.

“I didn’t care and you knew I didn’t which is why you acted on your feelings this fast.” Masaki cleared his throat. “Actually, it was what made me realize that I should have ended things with him much earlier.”

“While with this Ninomiya, you’re not fond of this very idea. If I judge from your expression right now. I dare to say you’d hate it!” Masaki whispered trying to notice Jun’s reaction.

The latter, who in the meanwhile had sat back on the sofa, sipped more of his scotch avoiding to comment on his friend’s words that, one more time, were straight to the point. He would definitely hate it…

“Jun, you’ve been alone for quite a while now. But it’s not that that makes me feel concerned. The thing is that you want this guy. To be honest, I don’t remember ever having seen you being so much into someone before.”

“You don’t understand, Masaki.” Jun whispered in a serious tone as he took his cigarette back between his fingers, more like an action to cover his nervousness. His friend could always see through him and he knew he owed him an explanation, it was why he was there at that very moment.

“Then explain to me to understand.”

“He’s not a newbie in our world, unlike my two previous submissives.”

“Which you’ve trained well… and this time, I use your very own word, Matsumoto-sama!”

Jun blew the smoke he had in his mouth at the moment before he let out a small sigh.  “He’s into the whole thing for many years despite his relatively young age. I guess he always knew what he wanted in his life.” He said not commenting on Masaki’s last words.

“Isn’t that a good thing?! If he knows what he wants in his life, as you say, then, you have nothing to question about. He’s the one who came to you after all…”

“He is the one who came to me and yes… being a submissive for so many years, would only be a plus in any other occasion but… Ninomiya…” he hesitated to continue, wanting to find the proper words. “…how am I supposed to say it? He has earned a specific kind of rumor, and I’m not referring to those fake ones but those who come from high-class masters, based on… personal experience.”

“Rumor?” Masaki leaned closer, sounding curious. “What rumor?”

Jun sighed shaking his head. His friend would never change… understanding but also curious. “That of the ‘bossy submissive’ kind of rumor… I can’t really know on what scale this characterization describes him in the terms of an ongoing BDSM relationship but what I can be certain of is that he’s at the very least… provocative…”

“A brat… That’s what it is…” Masaki whispered to himself. “So what?!” he asked his friend leaning back to the sofa.  “See it as a challenge! You’re a sucker for challenges, Jun! You decided to get these two newbies and turn them into perfectly trained slaves… I still remember how ridiculously proud you sounded both times when you announced me that all your requests were fulfilled with no questioning or silly mistakes!”

Jun said nothing in reply. He was… but this was Ninomiya… and that meant something different… it had been clear from the very beginning.

Seeing Jun’s troubled expression, Masaki grinned mischievously. “Now, I get it!” Masaki muttered smirking, staring his friend closely. “You’re having second thoughts exactly because you believe, he will be a challenge for you… If I didn’t know that you’re in BDSM, I’d say you’re helplessly in love and wish to avoid getting heartbroken!”

Jun rolled his eyes. “I just want to see Ninomiya obey without any issues…”

Masaki smirked as he came closer, putting his hand on his friend’s thighs. “But that’s up to you… The guy, from what you told me, begged you to become your submissive the moment he found out that you had no longer one under your commands and care. I think you have what it takes to tame him… Besides, I’m sure that at least, he must be a smart guy and play clever, so that you won’t find yourself in the dilemma to continue or break the whole thing off. He wants you! From the way I see it, all that is left for you is to play your cards right!”

Jun finished his scotch in one go, replaying his friend’s words into his mind again and again. Masaki may have a point when he puts it that way…

As if Masaki knew what his friend was thinking, smiled widely. “I may not know a lot about submissives and how rules in your type of relationships work but what I can tell you from experience is that even the wildest wolf turns into a little puppy with the right master.”

Jun followed Masaki’s gaze, smirking when he saw it being fixed on the DJ booth. “So, Sakurai is a good puppy?”

Masaki let out a breathy laugh. “Sometimes he forgets that when it comes to sex we only play according to my rules – luckily, only on rare cases – but even then I make sure to remind him… and believe me, Sho-chan loves it!”

“Sho-chan…” Jun whispered with almost closed mouth, shaking his head. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it…”

“Like the cute puppy he is, he deserves a cute name!”

“And what about his cute master? He deserves a cute name, as well!”

Masaki smirked. “Hmm… That’s a secret between me and him!”

“It’s a pity you’re such a sucker for romance… You really have such a potential to be a great master… especially with this angelic face of yours! I know many who would kill to be your submissive… lining up to impress you”

Masaki chuckled. “Me?! Master?! And steal your fame?!” Jun laughed shaking his head. “Jun, I can’t deny I like it rough and kinky all the way” Masaki continued “but be obliged to be the one who makes all the decisions about everything 24-7?! No, thank you! I’m perfectly fine the way I am! But you, Matsumoto Jun, – and don’t change the subject again thinking you may get away with it – I have faith in you. I know that it’s up to you to transform any guy into the most obedient submissive out there… this Ninomiya shouldn’t be any different and by that, not only will you get him the way you want so badly but also gain more recognition and fame which you also love, Mister!” Masaki continued. “Two birds with one stone!”

“I’ll think about it.” Jun whispered before he stood up to leave.

Masaki chuckled but didn’t try to stop the other. “Always stubborn.”

Jun winked at him before he opened the door “Always!” he said mischievously, before he added “Oh! And good entertainment, with your cute puppy, tonight!” He had been a witness of all the hungry stares his friend had been throwing to his boyfriend who was in the DJ booth the whole time he was there and knew there was no chance that Masaki would allow the latter to leave his club without a good fuck.

“Have no doubt about it! Good luck to you, too!” Jun heard his friend saying to him as he left. He had to think about many things. He wanted to be the witness of the evolving version of Ninomiya. Masaki had been right. He had what it took to make him the best submissive out there… and in order to achieve that, he had to make sure he thought every step carefully.

***

Masaki was following his friend with his eyes as he climbed down the stairs that led to the main dancefloor before he headed to his office. He would never admit it to Jun but he was still jealous… jealous because he had been the one to have tasted Sho first.

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He had been struck from Sho’s beauty from the very first moment he had seen him, eleven years ago, when the latter came to him for the interview he held for the new DJ for his club. He hadn’t acted on his attraction, though, because he didn’t want the other to assume that he was hired because of that.  On the contrary, he tried to keep a professional tone while throwing some hints. He had almost been sure that Sho was also not indifferent when it came to him, he’d dare to say that the other would stare at him when the DJ thought he wasn’t noticed. It was why he hadn’t paid much attention when he introduced Sho to Jun. Apparently, he had been wrong, because two weeks later, Jun was announcing to him that he had decided to try with the DJ.

Masaki knew his friend wasn’t the usual type of guy when it came to love relationships and if he was with Sho then it meant that the latter also was not the usual type. Masaki had tried to stop thinking about it and throw himself to anyone, man or woman, interested in getting fucked but he still felt empty; he’d still wish it was Sakurai Sho the one moaning his name.

Only a month later, Jun had come to his apartment because he had something important to discuss. He was having issues… Apparently, Sho wasn’t the one he was hoping for. Masaki could tell that there was no real interest from his friend’s side which made his heart beat faster. Could it be that he still had a chance with the hot DJ? Because if he took Jun’s words into consideration, he could admit that the latter and he shared a similar point of view in bed-related activities. Hope had risen within him once again.

Relief filled him when a few weeks later, it was announced to him that his friend and the DJ had officially separated ways. It was that very night that Sho entered his office one he had finished his program that made Masaki lose it. The man in front of him was sweaty and completely hot in his total black look. Masaki’s eyes roamed from the hint of collarbones that were visible from the V-neck shirt the other was wearing to his full lips and back. Without realizing what he was doing, he stood up from his chair and came closer to the man, his gaze darkened, filled with lust, his throat dry and his hands itching to feel the other’s bare skin.

He smirked when he saw the slightly shorter man standing on the same spot, even when he crossed his personal space. Their eyes were saying everything… So, I didn’t have illusions… He couldn’t register how he grabbed Sho and shoved him against the door behind them, locking him with his body, his hands gripping both his wrists above his head, forbidding him from making any move… not that the other was showing any intention to escape.

“You have been driving me crazy… you know that?” he growled in the other’s ear before biting its tip.

“I thought I was imagining it…” Sho whispered shakily.

“That’s why you chose to fuck with my best friend, first?”

“I thought you didn’t like me and when we talked and he said that he was a dominant… I thought that he could give me what I wanted but I was wrong.”

Masaki leaned closer so that his face was only a few centimeters away from Sho’s. “And what is it that you want?”

“I want to…” Sho’s voice got weaker as Masaki’s knee was pressing between his legs.

“Yes?”

“I like it when someone brings me to my limits… but only when it comes to sex… I want to live my life the way I want it not in the way someone else has decided…”

“Do you want to know something interesting?” Masaki whispered huskily pressing his body firmer on the other, enjoying the way the other closed his eyes letting out a soft gasp. “I may hate to make decisions about everything… but when it comes to bed… I want the game to be played by my rules. Hard and fast.” The moan that escaped from the other’s throat, obviously turned on by the teasing on his crotch combined with the words, made Masaki lose it completely. “You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes…”

“And you want it…” it wasn’t a question.

“Yes…” Sho moaned, his voice trembling from the arousal. Yes… he wanted it…

In a blink of the eye, Masaki pushed him on his knees before unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers. He was rock hard, precum already licking from the slit. The other looked up to him with lustful eyes that only made him more impatient. His fingers locked on the DJ’s hair gripping it painfully before pressing his face against him. The contact of his deep purple tip with the hot lips made Masaki bite his lower lip harshly. More precum leaked from the slit… his arousal being already unbearable. “Open up, well, because I don’t intend to hold back.”  The grip on the hair tightened making the other yelp but nevertheless open his mouth, waiting. “Now, let’s fuck this so willing mouth of yours…” Masaki said huskily and without waiting for the other to adjust to his size, he started thrusting in the hot mouth, letting the tip of his cock hit the back of the other’s throat, the way he had mentioned it earlier; hard and fast. It felt amazing… better than he had imagined it would.

Masaki closed his eyes and threw his head backwards. The sensations were many and intense. He let out a surprised moan when he felt the tongue moving around him, licking the most sensitive nerves followed by sucks in good rhythm with his thrusts. It was obvious that the other knew what he was doing. The realization only made him eager to fuck the warm mouth deeper. He could feel the other moaning in return which made him smirk, proud to have aroused him like that. “You like it… you like having a dick fucking your mouth… fast and hard… as if you were thirsty for it…” The louder moan that escaped from Sho’s throat made Masaki thrust even deeper, as the vibes around his cock became more intense. “Fuck!” he moaned, the grip on the hair got stronger as he kept violating the willing mouth harsher than before, his thrusts turning almost brutal, uncoordinated. 

He was close… but he didn’t want to finish in him. No. He wanted to make Sho realize to whom he should have belonged from the beginning. He pulled out. “Look me in the eye.” He ordered, smirking satisfied when the other obeyed him. The image in front of him was probably the hottest he had ever seen. Willingness and arousal being reflected in the blur-coated eyes, flushed cheeks, sweaty temples, traces of precum and saliva that was glistering all over Sho’s chin. He took a hold of his erection moving it on Sho’s lips, spreading more precum on them. He saw the other darting his tongue, trying desperately to take it into his mouth and taste it. “Shit…” he growled. “So thirsty for cum… but we’ll do it that way another time. Now, open that dirty mouth of yours… your eyes on me. Good boy!”

He took his cock in his hand, and started pumping it fast, from the base to the tip, adjusting his grip as tight as he needed to come. He knew he couldn’t hold it much longer. He could only growl with ecstasy seeing the other leaning closer, as if he wanted to be sure Masaki’s come would land on his face, marking him. “Fuck!” Masaki screamed as he ejaculated hard, his white sperm covering the DJ’s face; some spurts landing on his cheeks, some on the corner of his mouth and some inside. “Close your mouth and swallow.” He ordered, smiling satisfied seeing the other doing it. He kneeled on the floor, his index tracing the lips that were glistering from come. He took everything and put it in Sho’s mouth. “Lick it off.” He moaned feeling the DJ’s tongue trace his finger, taking all the cum. “Good boy.”

Masaki’s eyes fell on the dark spot that covered Sho’s crotch area. “You enjoyed yourself…, didn’t you?!”

“Please…” Sho whispered, desperation being reflected on his tone.

“You wanna come?” Masaki asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes…”

“You’re allowed to come only if you prepare yourself for more… Would you do that for me, Sho? Would you open up for me? If you do, I promise I’ll make you come so many times that you’ll lose on counting… I’ll make sure you experience orgasms you’ve never before…” The other nodded since his voice was too shaky in his state. “Then, hurry up and make sure I see everything!”

He made Sho sit on his desk, his legs forming an M, while he took a seat on the sofa across the room. From there he had the perfect view. “Now, show me how much you want me in you…” His throat turned dry seeing the DJ applying a generous amount of the lube he had given him on his fingers before bringing them to the most intimate part of his body, circling the dark muscle before slowly pushing his index in. His face grimaced from the stinginess he must have felt but didn’t dare to say anything. Masaki could feel his cock hardening again. The sight was way too hot not to. “That’s it… Now, add another one.” Sho gasped but nevertheless did as asked, locking his eyes on him. “Now, move them… I want to see them move inside of you… slowly, as they are preparing you for me…”

The DJ kept doing everything Masaki was asking him. Soon, he was lost in the pleasure he was feeling with his boss staring at him this closely. “You have no idea how hot you look, fucking yourself on your own fingers like this for me…” Masaki had come closer to enjoy the view from a better angle. He could see that the other was ready but wanted to tease him… bring him to his limits… beg… for something he could have so much earlier but instead, had chosen someone else’s. He added his own index inside making sure it brushed his prostate, making the other arch his back, screaming loud. “Is it that good?”

“Yes…” the other moaned, as his spot was massaged in a torturously slow way.

“Then, you can come like th-”

“No! Please!”

Masaki smirked. “What do you want?”

Sho opened his eyes with difficulty. “You…” he whispered in a trembling voice.

“You have me…”

“Your cock… Please… I want your big cock inside of me. Now.”

Masaki took Sho’s hand out.  And in one move he made him stand on his feet before turning him around so that his back was on him. The latter was made to bend on top of the desk. “Show me with your hands, where it is that you want my big cock, Sho.” He whispered in the other’s ear before blowing some air.

Masaki growled seeing the other obey to his request. Smirking he leaned closer, kneeling behind the other so that he could face from up close his new lover’s lower back. The sight was exquisite. He wanted to take the other but he also felt the need to tease him a bit longer… for all this time that he made him feel frustrated for not having him. He let the tip of his tongue move around the ring of muscles in a torturous slow circling move, almost feather-like. The surprised yelp that reached his ears only made him smirk wider, as he pulled away. He could see how the small hole was twitching to get filled, the whole body being tensed from anticipation. “Oh… what a hungry body you have…” he whispered as he moved upwards, his tongue tracing a path from the waist right up to the DJ’s nape.

He moved a bit back to get rid of his upper clothes wanting to feel the other’s skin without any boundaries. He let his torso press against Sho’s back, his hands holding both the latter’s wrists on each side. He positioned himself and without any warning he pushed his erection in the other in one go, causing them both to moan, the desk underneath them move slightly from the force. “Now, better be ready… because I’ll fuck you… I’ll fuck you so hard that you will forget your own name.”

“Ah…” was the only answer that reached Masaki’s ears as he made small round moves with his pelvis to allow the other get used to his size. It was muffled and Masaki wasn’t much content.

“Don’t be afraid to scream, Sho… because you will…” he pulled back till the tip before he pushed back into the warmness with force, gaining a loud scream this time. “… a lot…” 

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Masaki could still remember how hot the other had been as he came all over himself screaming out his name, as he got on his fours for the second round, as he pushed back on every powerful thrust, as he clenched around him, his whole body trembling from the third wave of pleasure he was experiencing for the night, as he abandoned himself completely, allowing Masaki to do whatever he wanted with him.

“Hey…”

Masaki was brought out of his thoughts, sighing when he realized that this voice belonged to this very person he had been thinking of. He wanted him… right at that moment. He didn’t look at him. He went to sit on his leather chair while opening his trousers. “Get rid of your clothes.” His tone low. “Now.”

Sho had known this would happen tonight. He had seen Jun leaving the club earlier. Masaki always fucked him hard after seeing Jun… as if he wanted to remind him who he belonged to. Sho never brought this conversation up… exactly because he liked it when Masaki fucked him like this, claiming him.

“Come here.” Masaki ordered, his hand moving slowly up and down on his length. He saw Sho’s eyes locked on his crotch, his tongue brushing over his lower lip. The latter was about to kneel in front of him when Masaki stopped him. “No, Sho-chan. Not this time.” Sho looked at him and finally understood what the other wanted. “This time, I want to see my dick disappearing inside your hungry little hole… I want to see you lowering on me and moan with that sexy voice of yours as you fuck yourself.”

Masaki’s words sent waves of arousal straight to Sho’s hardening cock. Without losing any more minutes, he climbed on his lover’s lap and slowly impaled himself on the erection, his knuckles having turned white as his hands grip Masaki’s shoulders. Without preparation it hurt… a lot… but it was the kind of pain he liked… mostly because it was Masaki the one causing it to him, stretching him to his limits.

He stopped when he felt Masaki’s balls resting against him, needing to adjust to the size. It was subtle, but he could feel light strokes on the sides of his hips, as if the other was reassuring him.

“Move…! Fast!” were the words that suddenly reached his ears only to make him move his body in the way the other wanted him to. He moved up so that only the tip was still inside him and moved downwards fast. He repeated the move, again and again, every time moving a bit faster. It felt good… really good.

Masaki let his head lean against the back of his chair, his hands gripping painfully his lover’s hips. He didn’t move an inch, wanting to let all the work on the other.

“Ah…! Nnnngg…” the other mewled as he moved faster up and down.

“You feel so good… so tight… your body sucking my dick, hungry as it always is…”

“You, too… feel good… your cock is so big… ahhhh… and hard… filling me just the way I like it…” Sho moaned with his eyes closed.

Masaki looked at his lover whose glazed eyes were focused on him. He was too damn beautiful like this, making him want to hear it. He grabbed Sho’s hips, forbidding him from move upwards.

“Tell me, Sho… Tell me… who the boss is…”

“You… nggg….” the DJ growled feeling Masaki’s nail scratching his cock’s slit. “You are the boss…”

Masaki let out a strained moan before he pushed the other away and shoved him against the wall behind them, enjoying the way the DJ whined at the feeling of the cold surface against his covered-sweat-skin. It sounded so melodic to his ears…

“And you like that, don’t you? You like me being your boss…” he whispered huskily against Sho’s ear.

“Yessss… I… d- AH!” Sho screamed as Masaki abruptly thrusted in one go inside him again, this time fucking him from behind without any restrains. For the next minutes there were only sounds of slapping skins and breathy moans echoing in the office, neither having the power to utter a single word.

It was a matter of time before they both came hard with muffled groans, Sho without being touched staining the wall with his cum. Masaki continued to move until his cock started getting softer. They remained in the same position for several minutes, needing them to calm down a bit from the intensity. Sho could feel Masaki’s lips leaving soft pecks on his nape and the crook of his neck. He was turned around just to have his lips driven in a sweet and tender kiss, contradicting all the previous roughness of their love-making. 

“I want you to also remember that I love you, Sho-chan” Masaki whispered on his lover’s lips with a shy smile.

“I do remember… I love you, too, Masaki…” Sho whispered back, making the club owner smile. Yes… he could feel that…

***

Jun cleared his fogged bathroom mirror with his hand to look at his idol. His friend had been right. He had already gained a very good reputation and respect among the BDSM community in Tokyo. Usually, he had faith in himself but this time it was exactly that that made him more hesitant; the fact that he could be weak to the other. He can still remember how Nino’s reputation had reached his circles even before his arrival. It was said that there was the cutest and most innocent-like submissive who, in reality, was hiding an inner wolf inside, begging to get tamed. He hadn’t believed them back then. Rumors were always like this… exaggerated to the point of fiction. It wouldn’t have been the first time that similar news was reaching his ears just to be proven false like expected.

This time, though, Jun had realized he had been wrong.

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It had been ten months ago when he found out that this famous Nino had been the one to cut it off with his master. Jun wouldn’t have paid attention, if it wasn’t for who this master of his was; one of the most intimidating yet respectful ones; Yukimura Taichi. Jun knew him well. He was one of the first he got relatively close to since he really got into things, a little more than a decade ago. Yukimura was someone who liked to take care of his submissives… the majority of them wanted to become his… yet this Nino had stopped after a couple of months. Yukimura’s words were still echoing in Jun’s ears. “He never used words, even when I ordered him to speak freely. In a first glance, he was obeying but his expression and body language were demanding… and disapproving… As if he was always left unsatisfied…”

It had been three days after his encounter with Yukimura that he saw him for the first time from afar. It wasn’t difficult to tell who he was… Everyone was talking about him. Jun didn’t exactly know what to expect but he certainly couldn’t have guessed a small-figured, almost kid-looking guy. Little did it matter, though, because Jun had immediately detected his cheeky smirk, once he was sure everyone’s gazes were turned towards him.

Their gazes had met only for a second but the challenge, the dare was there… reflected on his perfectly almond-shaped eyes. This submissive was definitely not the usual type… at least, the one he had encountered in his years practicing BDSM. This one had been the one to stop things with Yukimura after only two months. But even without that piece of information, Jun could tell how unique this Nino was. As a matter of fact, if he didn’t know any better, he’d swear the other was closer to his team… Usually such people wouldn’t be popular but there was something in the aura of this Nino that made Jun understand why he was being seen as a challenge for many masters around him.

Jun still remembered, a week later than that first encounter, what a satisfaction it had been for him to see how annoyed the small-figured man had become, looking at him with his narrowed eyes, when his then-submissive, Yuichi, was literally rubbing his face to his leg while being on his knees reminding of a good puppy or kitty, depending on how someone was seeing it. Jun was holding his drink with his one hand while with the other he was softly petting the top of Yuichi’s head, his fingers lost in his submissive’s hair.

He had always liked it when he attracted attention just by sitting like this. There would be whispers, compliments on him and on his capability of having such a well-trained and committed sub. But that night what he was enjoying more than anything was the other’s gaze. He hadn’t made a direct eye-contact, he didn’t wish to do so, but he could tell that the other was staring at him intensely. He had managed to make his point clear. Once he finished the last drop of his drink, he stood up ordering Yuichi to follow him. The latter immediately did as asked, following him while making sure he kept a small distance between them.

Jun could only smile knowing that he’d pass in front of the other. He was aware that normally, he shouldn’t care but something in this guy’s attitude made him want to show off and just walking by him, was satisfying enough. Yuichi was a quite larger man than him, taller and broader, but from the way the latter was following and obeying without questioning everything he asked him to, it was loud and clear that it played no role in their relationship. Jun was the one in charge and there was no doubt about it. It must have been exactly that fact the one that seemed to have intrigued the small-figured submissive, the most.

Jun had managed little by little to make a name for himself and probably, it was what had gotten the other interested in him. It was obvious from the other side but Jun wasn’t someone who could have more than one submissives at the same time. There were many who had two or even three… there were also others who would bring a third party to join for a night or two… there were even those who traded submissives, as a way for renewal… He wasn’t one of them. He couldn’t deal with this logic. He was possessive… probably too much. If someone was his, no one else would have the right not only to lay a hand on them but even to address a single word to them without his permission.

In the upcoming months, Jun had seen the other a couple of times… every single one, he would be turning down a new aspiring master. Jun admitted to himself that he found it amusing how the other insisted on ‘showing’ him his interest and he’d lie, if he said that Nino had him completely indifferent but he wasn’t someone who would act with no respect to everything he had agreed upon with his current submissive.

For months, he was trying to convince himself that this emptiness he had started feeling inside had nothing to do with the provoking small-figured man. It wasn’t that Yuichi didn’t act properly or that there was something extremely problematic in their relationship. They had been together for a little more than two years but despite the tries to work things out, it was obvious that there was something lacking lately, as if everything they did, was happening mechanically without the real urge to satisfy their needs, like a routine, tiring for both parties. To Jun’s relief, it was a mutual decision to end things up with Yuichi, in the end. He needed a new start but for that, he also needed time.

Jun spent quite much time alone, avoiding going to the club. He needed to reconsider things for himself without any distractions. What was that he really needed? What was he asking in his future submissive? How much had he evolved as a person? For others, such questions may have been at least, ridiculous but to him, they were necessary. He had to be sure what he was looking for… because he was the one to set the rules.

It was only three and a half months after his break-up that he decided to show up at the BDSM club he frequented. He knew there would be several candidates lining up to get his attention with one or the other way from the moment he’d set his feet in it. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to start something new, though; probably because the one with whom he would be up to start something new wasn’t available. He had heard that Nino had found a new master, at the idea of which he wasn’t too fond but on the other hand, there was nothing he could do about it. He knew well that if something was meant to happen, it would.

He avoided those who did excessive performances of how good slaves they could be and headed to the bar. That night, he had decided to just look and take mental notes. He had only started drinking his second drink when he felt a pair of eyes staring at him intensively from behind. He turned a bit to his right to see who the one was who hadn’t gotten the message to leave him alone but remained hushed. He couldn’t believe in his eyes. In front of him, there was no other pair of eyes but the very one he had found interesting from the first time, they had crossed his. But you have a master… He looked around with a frown marking his forehead just to find no one standing close to the other.

“There’s no one to look for…” the smaller told him almost in a whisper before he sat next to him without being invited. “I’m just a single man who wants to enjoy a good drink.”

Jun leaned closer to the small-figured man, staring at him attentively. So, the other didn’t have a master… again. You surely change them fast… he thought. It was obvious to him that it was the man in front of him the one who had ended things. The real question though was why?

“Don’t look at me like that, Matsumoto-san. You’re not my master…” the other said in a confident way as he brought his own glass to his lips. “… yet…” he added causing Jun to raise his eyebrow, as his eyes scanned the small-figured man on his right.

“And how can you be so sure that I will be your master?!” Jun asked in a sharp, authoritarian tone.

“Because from the first time I saw you I knew that it had to be you.” The other answered, showing not even to the slightest affected by Jun’s voice. “I have decided that it will be you.”

Jun couldn’t help but giggle. “Really?” he asked using the same tone. “Are you sure you’re not playing in our team?”

Nino smirked, tilting his head to the side. “I have only decided that I want you to be my master.”

“You know that your reputation and… your presence here, at this very moment, don’t exactly make you a very good choice, don’t you?”

“Of course, I do… as well as that it wasn’t my fault… Everyone lacked…”

“In?”

The submissive leaned closer to Jun, the sudden closeness sending tens of shivers down the latter’s spine. “…giving me what I want…?! They were incompetent…”

Jun let out a small chuckle as he lit up a cigarette. “They are among the most well-known!”

“But that doesn’t necessarily mean that they were made for me…”

“While you’re sure that I’m that one…”

“Yes.” Nino replied, losing all his cheekiness in a blink of the eye. “Your eyes… your voice… your whole presence… I know that it will be you… I have seen you with your… last slave… that tall guy… All I knew is that I wished I could be in his place… being the one who satisfies you…”

“You may say all that but I can tell that you’re quite the… rebellious type. You’re not someone to give in easily… I can already see that… and you should know that what I demand the most…” Jun leaned closer to blow the smoke directly on Nino’s face before continuing in a lower tone. “…is respect!”

“Make me…” Nino whispered, his hot breath landing on Jun’s mouth, as if he had heard nothing. “Make me respect you, Matsumoto-san. There’s nothing I want more than to have a master who has made me want to give into everything he asks me to do… I desire to be owned… but only by someone who’s really worth it.”

Jun turned his head to the other, looking at him closely, wanting to see how much he meant these words and how much they were said just to make him agree. Without uttering a single word, he let his cigarette on the ashtray and leaned closer, smirking when he realized that the other immediately opened his mouth so willingly. Do you want my kiss this much? He thought amused. Interesting… He let his index trace a small path from Nino’s chin to his lower lip, enjoying seeing the other tremble under his touch. The small-figured man may be a very good actor but there’s no way he could control such small reactions that his body made and Jun loved taking in every detail… the tremble, the small frown that formed only for seconds out of the anticipation to be kissed… everything… the other was dying to be kissed at the moment… he leaned even more closer, letting his hot breath land upon the half-opened, waiting-to-get-covered mouth.

After several seconds, and once knowing that the other was brought closer to desperation, he locked their lips together. He wasn’t expected Nino’s tongue enter his mouth demanding attention. You really think you have the upper hand?! He used his teeth causing a painful whine to escape from the other’s lips. Jun couldn’t help but smile satisfied when he felt the other letting him get the lead, the way he wanted. He devoured the other until he felt the other having been turned into a complete mess.

“Sorry, but you weren’t exactly convincing that you have decided that I’m the one.” Jun said in a serious, low voice before he grabbed his half-smoked cigarette and headed to the exit of the club.

He had almost reached his car, when he heard footsteps behind him.

“Wait! Please!”

“What for?”

“I could tell that you smiled at the kiss… Didn’t that mean that-?”

“That you couldn’t be a good boy when it’s actually you who have come to ask me to take you as my new slave?” Jun answered in a rather provocative way.

“Please… give me a chance… I want to be yours… I left my last master the moment I found out that you were finally free! Even if I was still with him and you asked me, I’d leave him immediately just for you…”

“Why are you this insisting on having me, as your master?”

“Because I know that nothing will make me happier than have you make me surrender completely… Your aura, your presence… It’s intimidating and sexy… You can’t imagine how many times I’ve been a bad submissive in the past… while being blindfolded thinking that the one who marks me was you… Once, I had almost screamed your name…” Nino answered and by the desperation that could be detected in his voice Jun could tell the other meant every word. A part of him was finding the whole thing interesting but another one was whispering in him that the other could be attracted to him only physically; something that eventually would fade away. So, he insisted more. He asked more… he demanded to know more. The more he did it, the more the other’s body tensed… It was not out of impatience but out of agony… fear of rejection. Jun could finally understand.

“What’s your full name?”

“Ninomiya Kazunari.” the other replied in a tiny voice.

Jun threw what there was left from his cigarette on the pavement before stepping on it with his shoe to snuff it.

“Give me your phone number, Ninomiya.” he asked the other. The new number was saved on his phone. He entered into his car and turned on the engine before he lowered his window so that the other could listen to him. “I’ll decide when and if I’ll give you this chance you seem to so desperately want… in the meantime, though, don’t think to approach and talk or even flirt with someone else. Believe me, I will know... Am I understood?”

“Yes, Matsumoto-san.”

Jun said nothing in return. He pressed the throttle and left. Thirty minutes later he was back to his apartment. It was a first to be hit on like this. Usually, he was the one who made his choice… This time the balance was different or at least, that of the first approach. The rest of the game, if there was one, had to be played by his rules. The real question, though, was if there would be success. Could Ninomiya really obey him? Could he follow the rules? Jun couldn’t know but he had to admit that it was one interesting night.

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It’s been two weeks… and he has been good… I know he has… He had made sure to check on the other. Ninomiya hadn’t made any appearances in the club since then. Jun’s eyes kept reading again and again the name Ninomiya on his phone screen, Masaki’s words replaying in his mind. He had to prove the other who he was… and give him what he was asked for; be tamed… only that the procedure wouldn’t be that easy.

He gave out a long sigh before he started typing. He had to try.

To: Ninomiya

Tomorrow, at 22 sharp at

La palma restaurant, Shibuya.

1. Confirm you read this text

2. Don’t show up if you’re even

one second late.

Matsumoto Jun

The reply came only ten seconds later, making him smile. The little brat…

From: Ninomiya

I received your text and I couldn’t be happier!

I don’t intend to be there late!!

Sleep well,

(future) Master! <3

Still cheeky but, at least, your fast reply is a good sign… Jun thought, as he placed his phone on his bedside table before lying on the bed with a hint of smirk on his face. For the rest, we will see… I’ll make sure we will, Ninomiya…

TO BE CONTINUED…

A.N. Sooo minna here's my new chaptered Matsumiya/Sakuraiba fic! ^^ I admit I feel super nervous as this one is sth completely new for me and I'm not super confident it will turn out as it should... ><" I promise to try my best!! I can assure you it will not be anything expremely hardcore (there's no way I could write sth like that xP) but it will be more extreme than everything I've written so far! *runs and hides*

This chapter was more focused on Sakuraiba as I wanted to show the dynamic in their relationship - it will play an important role in the upcoming chapters! You'll see!! ;) Matsumiya, on the other hand, have been playing the cat with the mouse for the past months but at least, Jun decided to give it a try... We will see how that goes! :)

My dearest Medium-chan finally you have the first chapter of your present (that once again turned into a looooong fic)! xD I gave you the Dark Aiba you so love (and me, as well! ;D) and your beloved Matsumiya as well as some hint of Sakumoto from the past! :D I really hope you won't find it disappointing!

I really hope you enjoyed it and I'd appreciate any comments! Even the small ones! They would be encouraging for me! :)

* For those interested, you can find "Pretense or Love" and "Mind vs Heart" as PDFs here! ^^

See you very soon,

Andy <3