Months turned into years and we both graduated highschool, Osamu of course, four years after me, although, we still kept close. In the passing years, Osmau's obsession with the party scene turned into him dealing whores. He made good money with it too. I can only imagine the moment Mrs. Tanaka had to say "good-bye" to her sweet, chubby cheeked, multi-talented son. Even if I was there, I wouldn't have cared.

As for me, I was eligible to attend university in Glascow, Scotland. There, I studied architecture so that I could take over my father's architecture firm in Seattle. Of course, it wasn't my passion. It wasn't my choice, but I didn't know what else to do. I didn't have any aspirations to do anything, and since I was small, my parents prepped me to head the firm and maintain the family name. It was just easy.

Of course, as I said before, during my four years of schooling, I maintained my relationship with Osamu. We frequently wrote one another and I flew to see him on my breaks.

After he graduated, Osamu had become so popular pimping whores, that it was his main income for him and his family. When he was 16, Mr. Tanaka and suddenly left without a trace. Osamu and I both silently concluded he abandoned his family to live as a new man with a lover of some sort. Neither of us saw it coming, though. A few months after, Mrs. Tanaka committed suicide via hanging herself. It was the only natural course of action since her husband left, she couldn't get a divorce, and her son grew up to be a worthless piece of shit. She probably couldn't live with her disgusting self, so matter how truly kind she was.

By the time I graduated college (I being 21, Osmau being 18), he had already bought his own house with the money he accumulated from the death of his parents and savings (since he was never found, the police just assumed Mr. Tanaka dead). This was no small house. It was a small mansion in Tokyo. This mansion had grounds around it, three stories, and gardeners and maids to keep up appearances. He even got in the practice of buying exotic animals and priceless art off the black market.

Since I only had a bachelor's, I had to find an internship at a firm in Tokyo. With my parents' money, I rented an apartment while I worked. Although Osamu offered to house me, I really couldn't accept since I still hated his guts and everything he did. Even though I always had a policy of keeping my enemies closer, I really couldn't stand him for extended amounts of time.

~

I wake up in the mid morning, rays of sun splashed across my face. The bed I am in is not mine. I recognize this room, though, and the furniture in it. This is Osamu's bedroom. I am in Osamu's bed. I turn my head to look at Osamu, his face soft as he sleeps.

In this moment, all the memories from last night come flooding back to me.

-black-

Osamu and I both sit alone at the long dining table on the second story, just feeling the night wind in our hair. It's long after a party that Osamu threw for some stupid occasion he thought up. It's nearly 1am and the servants are still cleaning up after all of us. I think about how lucky I must be to not have a job like that. I think about how much I would hate to serve a fat slob like Osamu.

It's a sad life.

"You wan som'more??" Osamu slurs, holding up the bottle of sake.

I blink myself out of my internal monologue to look over at him. With a nod, I gesture to my near empty glass.

Osamu smiles wide, displaying his dimples and pours the sake into both of our glasses. Even with my blurry vision, I notice the overflow of sake spill onto the glass table. He's probably drunk off his ass. I was always the better one of us at holding liquor.

Osamu leans back in his chair and downs the last few sips in the bottle. Usually, a normal person would be considerate enough to leave the last for the guest to have, but not Osamu. Osamu's lack of forethought combined with his small intellect makes him an arrogant cunt.

He lets out a loud groan and slams the bottle down on the table.

Of course, me being the more responsible, I only take a little sip. My eyes, though very blurry, stay as steady as they can on Osamu.

He draws in a deep breath and then put his hands up on either side of himself, index fingers pointed up in the air. "Everyone, listen up... You-you all are dissmissssed." he slurs again to all around us, to which they of course stop doing whatever it is that they were doing to listen.

They all would've skattered by now if it wasn't for the fact that Osamu said all that in English.

With a sigh and a roll of my eyes, I turn to the workers and translate it into Japanese for them.

"That's what I just said!" Osamu snaps from his seat.

I just ignore him and keep my eyes on the workers to take their bows, say their thank yous, and leave. I can be an asshole to Osamu when he's drunk like this, because he usually forgets come the morning.

After they leave, I turn to Osamu with a slightly raised brow and a small sip of my drink. "Is there something you wanna share? You usually don't just dismiss them like that."

Osamu just gawks at me for a second like he has no idea what I'm talking about. "...What? Oh yeah, uh..." he starts and snorts, looking away. "You remember when we saw my Dad having sex with that guy, right?"

I furrow my brows and hesitantly nod. "Yeah..?"

This.. has taken a weird turn...

"I've been thinking about that a lot lately... Sex.. with women..."

Not that I care, but his speech is so agonizingly slow that I feel like strangling the words right out of his throat.

"...Has been less than satisfactory..."

I nod and silently take another sip.

Interesting...

He looks at me with vulnerable eyes. "I've been wanting to experiment..."

My heart sinks, but my face doesn't move a muscle. I've gotten good at that.

Uh oh...

"Would you.. Be willing to experiment with me..?"

My skin freezes over for a second and I just stare at him for a second.

What do I say???

If I say yes, he'll want sexual intercourse with me, but his morale will go up. I hate him!

If I say no, we won't have sex, but things will be awkward for us and Osmau may forever view me as the friend that did not support him in his time of need.

A catch 22.

But before I can form a reply, Osamu leans forward and steals a kiss from my vulnerable, unguarded lips. I gasp a little and yank out of the kiss, eyes wide. It's now that I realize this is the first time he's ever seen me for who I truly am: a scared, little boy.

"Please, Lance..." he pleads as he rests his hand on my upper thigh, "I've seen how you look at men. I know every time you see an attractive man, you want to do unspeakable things to him, but you're too afraid to make a move, because they would call you names, corner you and kick you until you're all bloody. Your whole life and carrier down the drain because you like the same sex."

I gulp, my skin now flamed.

This is true...

When you put it that way...

I lean forward, smashing my mouth into Osamu's, tongues not even hesitating to clash.

-black-

We ended up in Osamu's room, fucking all over his bed. My ass was in the air, face down into the mattress as he fucked me from behind. His large right hand clasped around the back of my neck, slightly restricting my air flow, but not quieting my moans at all. With his other hand on my hip, his own hips pounded into my bare ass, ravaging the sensitive flesh inside my body. My own hands gripped the sheets as hard as they could so that I could still have some bearing despite the feeling being so overwhelming. I could tell even Osamu was out of this world by how hoarse and feverish his voice was.

"Aah~! Fuck! Fuck! Yes~!!!"

After the initial pain, the pleasure was unimaginable.

-black-

It was my first time bottoming.

-black-

Now in the morning, Osamu slowly opens his shapen eyes to look at me. His lips stretch into a warm smile and he drapes one of his arms over my side, giving my skin gentle rubs. It scares me.

"Last night was really amazing..." he grumbles in his morning voice.

I nod absentmindedly and fake a good smile. "Mhm."

Osamu wraps his fingers around my side and slowly drags his hand up, feeling up my soft body. "I'd really like to do that again sometime... How about we.. try dating?"

I gulp.

Oh no.

Nono.

What do I say?

"...Sure."

This isn't how it was supposed to be...