The Best

Part 1 of 3

Written by: Toki-sama

It was a typical night for the Trio. The three close friends and associates gathered together in Roppongi for one of their usual nights of card playing. The novelty of strip shows and bars had worn off for the moments and they settled on a night of poker instead. They gathered at Akio's plush, lavish apartment, the loft being no different from the one The Playboy owned in New York City. Aoki and Toki met up and after a quick greeting, removed their shoes and made their way to the usual dining room table. Akio, not keeping with heritage or tradition had a regular table set up in his dining area, the table being made of a soft ebony color, smooth and polished so ones reflection could be seen when looking down at it. Drinks were poured, cards were cut and passed out and bets were made. At first the tree friends focused on the game at hand, eventually speaking when a card was needed or when a bet was made. Aoki was the dealer that night, tucking back stray strands of orange colored hair that had begun to reach the top of his waist. He had not made the gesture to cut it for a few years now, though he occasionally thought about it. He pushed up the bridge of his Armani sunglasses, hiding the scar going through his eyebrow a bit better as he looked at his cards. Not a very good hand tonight. His stone face however, didn't let anyone know just how badly he could loose. Toki, sitting to his left was his usual self. He held his cards in his right hand; his fingers curled up ever so slightly to the tip of his missing pinkie finger could not be seen. In his left, he held a glass of alcohol, one of his poisons. He brought the glass his lips every now and then, taking soft sips, eyeing his cards the whole time, wondering what kind of play he could make. His trademark platinum blonde bangs framed his face, the rest of his black hair hidden underneath a bandanna. Akio sat across from Toki, his long chocolate colored hair was pulled back in a neat and tidy tail, not a single strand out of place. He held his cards up, looking at them, knowing he could have a good hand if he was careful. He held a cigarette in his free hand, tapping it against the ashtray that was near the center of the table where they could all reach it, all of them being chronic smokers. Eventually, the silence wore through and Toki set his cards face down as he went into his pockets, retrieving his cigarettes. He opened the green and white pack with the word Newport written across the front and top of the package as he pulled out a single cigarette and brought it to his lips. He picked up his small red lighter, flicking it and making a small flame appear which he brought to the end of the cigarette and inhaled as the white paper burned and ashes begin to appear. Aoki decided to do the same and soon afterwards, the three of them were smoking, passing small conversation about the day's events and the shortcomings of not having enough time to have sex. It was the favorite topic among the Trio, seeing who racked up what by the end of the week. It was like a game they all played, seeing who got what and where the most and by whom they got to share the experience with. Often, the three of them made good rounds in their favorite cities of New York and Tokyo, but Toki's game was slightly handicapped in Tokyo since he did not have a fondness for the native women of the city.

"If this was New York, it'd be a different story." Said Toki.

They had finished talking about a week's worth of random flings and one-night stands, Toki coming in with the smallest amount. Aoki looked at him, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he said,

"You're too picky when it comes to your boys."

"Thas cuz I got standards to go by."

Akio nodded, laughing as he said,

"When it comes to the other gender, we all have standards to go by. After seeing boys as pretty as Aya, we all wanna find the next best thing."

"Fuck the next best thing, I wouldn't mind havin a go at the real thing." Said Toki.

"No touchies." Said Aoki.

They laughed as Toki said,

"You're so over protective."

"Like you aren't of Mikkie."

"I'm not. My Ghosto's protective of himself."

"You say you're not. This coming from the man that addresses him as "My" Ghosto." Said Akio.

Toki waved it off with a smile as he said,

"If I could, I'd go after Aya."

"Me too. Not even trying to lie on that." Said Akio.

Aoki sighed as he said,

"Let's not talk about how you'd like to fuck the one I'm fucking okay?"

"Jus say it Ol' One Eye. Thas your significant other. Thas your baby, your lover, your seiai." Said Toki.

The slightly older man gave an annoyed sigh as he said,

"I'm not confirming or denying anything."

Akio and Toki exchanged a look as they both said,

"Relationship."

"Fuck you both."

They laughed as Akio said,

"You should share with your boys man. What's the best you had with him?"

"The first time." Said Toki.

Aoki shook his head as he said,

"You're wrong."

"First time wasn't the best?"

"First time was actually awkward. Aya had never been with a man before me."

Akio and Toki both raised eyebrows as Toki said,

"Really? Thought he would have been with-"

"No, he wasn't. And you both know you cannot possibly lie about that."

"Right, right. The tightness of a virgin gives it away." Said Akio as he took a sip of his drink.

Aoki only nodded as he took another puff of his cigarette as Toki bounced up and down in his seat and said,

"Come on man, tell us! We ain't neva gonna fuck him! You might as well let us live vicariously through you!"

Akio nodded in agreement as Aoki said,

"So what, you wanna know what the was the best time with him?"

His two associates nodded in unison as Aoki sighed and said,

"It stays here! You do not repeat this!"

"Nah, man. It's cool. It stays in this room." Said Toki.

Aoki nodded as he sat up slightly and began.

"It was his twenty-first birthday. We were actually workin that night so it had slipped his own mind. He forgets if he's busy. Work always being more important then a birthday know what I mean?"

Akio and Toki nodded, knowing the feeling.

"So anyway, we worked late. We got back in around three. I took him home because I just didn't feel right about making him go home by himself. Especially because we were in the middle of some heavy shit."

-----------------Flash Back

Aya sighed, reaching his door as he turned to Aoki and said,

"Thanks. You didn't have to."

"I wanted to."

Aya smiled, his eyes closing slightly, long lashes touching the top of his cheek as he said,

"You wanna come in?"

Aoki checked his watch as he said,

"It's kind of late."

Aya frowned, clear disappointment etched into his lovely features. Aoki felt bad for making that face appear. As Aya nodded in understanding, he turned towards his door, placing the keys in the hole as he turned and unlocked it. He turned the knob and began to go inside when he felt a strong hand on his hip. He turned slightly to see Aoki standing behind him, leaning down and kissing his neck. Aya's hand slipped from the door as he brought it over his head to Aoki's hair, sighing as he said,

"I thought you said it was late."

"It is. But that doesn't mean I have to go."

Aya laughed slightly, pushing the door open the rest of the way and breaking apart from his lover. He turned and reached to the older man's shirt, grabbing a fistful and pulling him inside. Once inside, he closed the door behind him and Aoki put his arms around his slender frame, pulling Aya close and leaning down to kiss him. Aya met him half way, kissing him with passion, soft lips meeting the stronger taste of Aoki. A hint of cigarettes lingered on his breath, it made his kisses different from anyone else's. Aya moved his arms up slightly, putting them around Aoki's neck, leaning closer to the taller man as he continued kissing him. Aoki continued holding onto Aya's small waist until he finally pulled up the tails of Aya's tucked in dress shirt. The younger man moved back as he dropped his arms and shrugged off his coat, throwing it off to the side as he put his arms inside Aoki's full length coat, grabbing his shirt again and pulling him closer. They kissed again, Aya's slender fingers creeping up Aoki's finely toned back while Aoki's own fingers met with warm soft alabaster skin. It began to get heated, kisses becoming hungrier, quicker, tongues rolling slowly against each other in a heated tease. They broke apart, Aoki removing his hand from Aya's back as he reached up and took off the sunglasses from his face that covered his secret. Since the affair with the prettiest of them all began, each time he took off the sunglasses and displayed the scar that blinded, the deformity on his face, he always expected a cringe or a shutter, but never got either. Aya only waited and then brought his hands up to Aoki's face, his thumb brushing under the scar ever so delicately. After tucking the sunglasses away in the folds of his coat, Aoki shrugged it off and made sure he threw it on a near by chair. Aya grabbed his shirt again, pulling him closer as he looked at him, his eyes narrowing slightly as he began to walk him towards the living room. They quickly toed off their shoes as they kicked them off to the side and made their way to the living room.

Aoki almost questioned the direction they were going in until Aya stopped and began going down to his knees. Aoki watched, slightly stunned as the young man dropped down in front of him and began undoing the belt on Aoki's pants. Once undone, delicate fingers found the button clasping the materiel shut and finally drew the zipper down. Aoki watched, eventually bringing his hands up to Aya's silky soft caramel colored hair and pulled it back very carefully. He was always amazed at how soft his hair was, always smooth, never a single knot or snarl to stop his fingers from running through it. Aya looked up at his lover for a moment, watching him, making sure he was watching him as he looked back down at the task at hand. Careful rearrangement led to what Aya was looking for. Aoki continued to watch, his fingers still entwined in Aya's hair as he watched that soft, pretty mouth part and take in his semi hardened erection. His eyes closed for a moment, just taking the vision and feeling all at once as he took a deep breath, his fingers tightening through his lover's hair. He didn't force or move, he waited as Aya began to move again, the soft wet muscle of his tongue paying worship to every inch of hard skin, licking softly under and on top, applying suction at just the right moment. Aoki gasp softly to himself, appreciating the tender movement. His body clenched as Aya continued, his hands and fingers stroking whatever his mouth could not reach all while feeling Aoki's hands threaded through his hair. Aoki sighed deeply, looking down again, watching as Aya moved back and forth slowly, tongue leaving behind a slick trail of where he once was. Aya moved one of his hands away, slowly creeping up Aoki's body, grabbing at his shirt. It was quiet in the room except for the deep sighs and gasping breaths every now and then and a soft suckling sound. Fearing it would end too soon Aoki tightened his grip on Aya's soft hair, making him stop. Aya moved back, his lips glistening with moisture as he blinked a few times, waiting for Aoki to say something else. The older man knelt down with him, putting his arms around him as he kissed him again, not minding the taste of him still fresh on Aya's pretty lips. As they kissed, Aoki moved his hands back to the front, slowly undoing the buttons in the front of the younger man's shirt. One by one each button broke apart, revealing the warm alabaster skin underneath. As the shirt opened, Aoki reached his hands inside, feeling Aya's torso, feeling as he breathed and how his body reacted as his callused fingertips touched down on the smooth and supple skin. Aya sighed into Aoki's mouth, his fingers clenching at Aoki's arms. The older man moved away, looking at his lover as he laid him back on the plush carpeting beneath them. He slowly followed, leaning over him as their lips met for another kiss, both of their hands undoing and roughly pushing down Aya's pants past his slender hips. They eventually had to break apart to take them off the rest of the way, boxers and socks coming off as well. Aoki sat stunned for a moment, seeing a much younger, lovelier vision laying in front him, slender long legs open and parted, waiting for him. He reached into his pockets, finding his wallet as he retrieved a condom from inside. He gave it to Aya, trusting him with the deed as he said,

"Put it on me."

Aya looked at the latex for a moment then back at Aoki as he pulled him down by his semi-opened shirt. They kissed as Aya then said,

"Why?"

Aoki paused as he said,

"What do you mean why?"

"Do you use one every time you’re with someone else?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Then you don't need one with me."

He flung the condom aside as Aoki looked at him for a moment, seeing trust in those eyes as well as something else. At the time, he couldn't place what that something else was. Aya's slender hands came up to his face, stroking his cheek, smoothing back long red hair as he said,

"I trust you. I trust you."

They met for another kiss, Aoki's mind still processing the words of trust coming from the younger man's mouth. It sunk in, realizing how much Aya trusted him to let him in, something so simple as that. A few soft words of trust were spoken again, as Aoki still felt Aya's soft hands on his face. He kissed his slender fingers, moving them away as he carefully moved to position himself. It would hurt. There was no way around it. Usually there was something near by to make the union less painful, but at the moment, Aoki knew there was nothing. He had hurt him once their first time and he hardly wanted to repeat that again. Aya saw his worry and grasped his arm as he said,

"Just go slowly."

Aoki nodded and slowly began the slow act of penetration. He watched Aya's face, noticing the younger man was slowly breathing, his eyes semi closed, his whole body relaxed. If it did tense up, it was only for a second before he relaxed again. It was a slow connection, but when Aoki was finally completely inside him, he leaned down, kissing him, waiting as Aya softly gasped, his eyes closing and opening, waiting for the mild discomfort to pass. They kissed to make the moments pass by quicker, Aya's mouth so submissive to Aoki's. He looked sleepy, dazed as if he would drift off at any moment. Aoki wondered if it was just a phase to make the pain pass quicker. But Aya smiled and wrapped his arms around Aoki's shoulders, drawing his legs up as he tensed, squeezing Aoki inside him and said,

"I'm okay."

"You sure?"

Aya gave a nod and arched his hips to make Aoki start. The older man took the hint and slowly began moving, slowly rising up to his knees as his hand slid down Aya's smooth thigh, grasping carefully as he began to move, thrusting forward after withdrawing in a slow pattern, listening to Aya start off with soft moans and choked whimpers. His cries and whimpers eventually grew louder, turning into deep moans, his tiny hands grasping at Aoki’s sleeves, his eyes closed, his face flushed with color as a light sheen of sweat began to appear around the top of his forehead and the sides of his face. Aoki could only watch in silent amazement for moments at a time, that how even on the floor, being roughly taken, his face starting to glow from sweat, Aya was still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life. It picked up his momentum and he began moving quicker, feeling his younger lover tighten around him, his hands clutching the sleeves of his shirt for dear life, his hips rising and falling time with Aoki’s forward and back thrusts. It was perfect harmony.

Aya sighed, his eyes opening as he felt a strangled sob in the back of his throat. He stared up at Aoki, panting over him, red hair falling around the both of them. Something inside of him was brushed just right and the strangled sob escaped, tumbling roughly past Aya’s perfect mouth as he raised his hips up in time. Aoki closed his eyes, his hand holding Aya’s thigh tightly while the other one that was rested on the flat surface of the carpeted floor, gripped at the plush carpet as he groaned. Aya let out a final sob as he came; tightening himself around Aoki who soon followed suit. He felt Aoki begin to relax after a tense moment and slowly lay down over him. Aya let him as he tried to regain his own breath, stroking back his older lover’s long red hair. He felt his fingers brush over his face, smiling slightly to himself. Aoki’s hand eventually fell from Aya’s thigh, brushing over the carpet. Never had Aoki appreciated the feel of Aya’s naked skin more then that night. Aya smiled to himself as Aoki began to hold him in return, leaving gentle kisses on his throat. They would get up eventually, but for now, they stayed where they were, lavishing in the moonlight.

--------------------End of Flashback

Toki’s cigarette had almost burned itself out as he intently listened. Akio had already dropped his into the ashtray long ago. Aoki took the last drink from his glass as he sighed and said,

"That was the best time."
Akio and Toki blinked as Akio said,

"I don’t think I can top that."

"Pheesh, me either." Said Toki.

Aoki shook his head as Akio looked at his cigarette with disdain as he said,
"Man…I let that thing burn."

It was then that Toki realized his cigarette was almost done as well as he rubbed it out in the ashtray and said,
"I hate you Aoki."
The older man only laughed. He then said,
"So…who’s next?"

Akio and Toki looked at each other and gave a smirk…