Tatsumi was both relieved and anxious that Hakushaku could spare some time for him and him alone. Relieved in that he could finally attempt to set wheels in motion that would repay Tsuzuki's astronomical debt to the fiendish creature who resided within the Hall of Candles, and anxious for the very same reason. Tatsumi seated his spectacles further up his nose as he followed Watson to the dining hall where the grand table was thoughtfully set for two.
Hakushaku, already seated at one end, opened a gloved hand toward the chair on his left, indicating that Tatsumi should take his ease. "Tatsumi-san, please join me."
Tatsumi's throat tightened in trepidation and he could only nod, seating himself formally and smoothing down his trousers.
"We are both very busy individuals, so I must confess that I was quite intrigued by your request for a social call." Hakushaku seemed to rest his invisible elbows upon the table's edge, his partial facemask turning toward Tatsumi as though peering directly at him.
Tatsumi replied smoothly, "Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that this is not entirely a social call."
"Indeed." Hakushaku snapped his fingers at Watson who'd just finished pouring the tea, dismissing him with an urgency that Tatsumi found curious. He clearly had Hakushaku's attention. Once Watson had left, Hakushaku fixed his focus once more upon his guest. "And what would be the matter of your business with me then, Tatsumi-san? What brings you into my domicile?"
There was nothing else for Tatsumi to do but simply present his reasoning. "The subject is Tsuzuki-san, Hakushaku-sama. I am fully aware of the debt he owes you...."
Hakushaku interrupted rather gleefully, an invisible smile apparent in his tone, "Yes...it's a rather sizeable debt at that."
Tatsumi fixed his glasses on his face once more. "And I would like to repay that debt on his behalf, as it presently sits, without any interest accrued or penalty for assuming the obligation."
Silence. Dreadful silence. Tatsumi had long suspected Hakushaku was carefully harvesting Tsuzuki's sexual debts for nefarious purposes known only to Hakushaku, but as the silence stretched, he was almost certain of it. "Do you have any idea what you are...offering?"
Tatsumi nodded firmly. "Yes, I do." He truly didn't, although he had resigned himself to the risk of not knowing the finer details, as well as his concerns regarding his capacity to fulfil Tsuzuki's debts to Hakushaku's satisfaction.
"Why? Does Tsuzuki mean that much to you?"
Tatsumi sucked in his breath ever so slightly, feeling exposed and vulnerable. He answered rationally, sweeping aside feelings best left buried. "The debts he has incurred with you are beginning to affect his focus and productivity. As the departmental secretary, I cannot allow Tsuzuki-san's diminished performance to continue and must find a resolution before he becomes more of a liability than he has already become."
"And this was the only resolution you could come up with, hmmn?" Hakushaku's white glove drifted over and caressed Tatsumi's cheek.
Tatsumi was surprised at how solid those fingers were against his face...and how gentle. "Unless you are willing to void the debts without compensation?"
"I'm afraid not. Although your offer intrigues me." There was another smile, Tatsumi was certain, accompanied by a finger that trailed down his tight throat. "You are not Tsuzuki, but...."
Tatsumi was uncertain where Hakushaku's thoughts were leading as he trailed off, however the finger lingering on his skin seemed a positive sign so he pressed forward with his proposal. "Do we have an agreement or do we spend the rest of my visit chatting about the weather?"
"Hmmmn," Hakushaku considered, his fingers working over Tatsumi's throat as though to get a sense of just how fast the man's heart was racing, just how important this was to Tatsumi. Hakushaku cradled Tatsumi's chin in his palm while he stroked a gloved fingertip over Tatsumi's lower lip.
Hakushaku's mask tilted forward and Tatsumi felt unseen lips against his. The mouth moved slowly, savouring Tatsumi as though he was a newly claimed prize, and when a tongue tip flicked just once, Tatsumi recoiled as though burned.
Hakushaku withdrew, picked up the fine bone teacup and indulged in a lingering sip. Another sip, a soft noise of appreciation and he returned the cup to its saucer with the barest hint of a clink. "Very well, Tatsumi-san, I accept your offer. Would you like to begin today or schedule an appointment for another time?"
Tatsumi was silent for a moment. He wasn't certain if his victory had been easy or difficult. He actually hadn't thought this far -- correction, he hadn't wanted to think this far. To begin repayment now.... He had time, but he was not prepared. Then again, how did one prepare oneself for whoredom? He replied as though he'd accepted an impromptu invitation to play a game of chess, "Now would be acceptable."
"Excellent. You can begin by removing your clothes. I want to see you...all of you." Hakushaku picked up his teacup once more, and eased back further into his high-backed chair.
Tatsumi couldn't think about what he was doing. He simply had to do this...get through this...and then Tsuzuki would be happy without having this dreadful cloud of debt hanging over him. Tatsumi could have chosen not to intervene and let Tsuzuki handle this when the time came, but...those thoughts were best left unexplored. Securing strength in knowing that this was the only option, Tatsumi rose from his seat and stepped away from the table, toward Hakushaku, toward the entity who now effectively owned his body for a time.
Hakushaku shifted his seat, angling it toward Tatsumi to afford him the best view possible of the man who would disrobe for his amusement. He sipped his tea and otherwise remained silent.
Tatsumi slung his jacket and waistcoat over the back of his chair, fingers making short work of his tie and then draping the silk carefully. Tatsumi couldn't look at Hakushaku while he stripped with efficiency, although he paused when he reached his underclothes.
"All of it, Tatsumi-san." Hakushaku set his empty teacup aside, white digits drumming the chair arm impatiently.
Taking a deep breath, Tatsumi slipped his fingers into the waistband and pushed down, cotton sliding over his lean legs until he had to step out of them, removing them completely. He straightened himself slowly, and swore he heard Hakushaku's breath hitch once he'd managed an upright position, his naked body utterly on display for the creature's perverse scrutiny. Hakushaku was lecherous and for years Tatsumi had privately pitied Tsuzuki for what he owed the resident of the Hall of Candles. Now here he was, within reach of the libidinous being that would exact his demands from Tatsumi -- because Tatsumi had asked.
"Come here and bring the extra seat cushion with you," Hakushaku gently coaxed, shifting in his chair, but into what position, Tatsumi could only guess.
Tatsumi gripped the damask pillow from his chair and padded across the distance between himself and Hakushaku, barely cognizant of the soft rug beneath his bare feet.
"Drop the pillow to the floor...between my legs."
Tatsumi couldn't see Hakushaku's legs, but he had a clear idea of how they were positioned -- far apart, knees nestled against the arms of the chair, perfect for crouching between. Tatsumi gently lowered the pillow and by the fact that it landed without obstruction, Tatsumi was reasonably certain that he was correct in his assumption. He gently sucked in his breath for what he knew would come next.
"Now kneel, Tatsumi-san." Hakushaku's mask tilted with Tatsumi as he descended to his knees. "Use your mouth and hands...pleasure me."
Tatsumi shivered slightly at the obscene grin he suspected formed upon Hakushaku's face. He steeled himself for the carnal task, and was confident that he could endure this. The thought briefly crossed Tatsumi's mind that he could direct nearby shadows to cloak Hakushaku, lending a degree of visibility to aid him. However, in truth, he would rather not see so vividly all components of the task he'd obligated himself to. Taking a deep breath, Tatsumi lifted his hands and settled them down where he approximated Hakushaku's legs would be.
Feeling velvet beneath his fingers, Tatsumi slid his hands up Hakushaku's thighs and worked his way to the waist, slid centre, and then dropped lower. He felt metal buttons beneath his questing fingers and unbuttoned each one until there were no more left.
Without having to be asked Hakushaku lifted his hips, enabling Tatsumi to pull the breeches down far enough to perform the depraved duty expected of him. As Tatsumi pushed the velvet down Hakushaku's legs, he felt socks beneath his guiding fingers -- Hakushaku wore genuine velvet breeches ending below his knees. Tatsumi couldn't imagine why the creature would attire himself so lavishly, only to remain invisible.
"Stop thinking, Tatsumi-san." Hakushaku brought his gloved hand to caress the side of Tatsumi's face, his tone suggesting he was smiling gently, but wanting to get on with their agreement.
A curt nod, and Tatsumi's exploring fingers now touched naked thighs; slightly muscled, and very warm. He edged his fingers further along and dipped his thumbs down until he contacted what could only be Hakushaku's balls; heavy, warm and silken.
"Mmmnn, there we go...." Hakushaku sighed and pushed himself forward in his chair, sliding his fingers to the back of Tatsumi's head and slowly pulling the man toward his groin.
Tatsumi's fingers fluttered against eager flesh, mapping an outline of Hakushaku's cock so that when his mouth found the erection, he could begin laving his tongue in the right direction.
"Unghhh," Hakushaku moaned, already rocking his hips and hungrily pushing his cockhead past Tatsumi's tight lips.
Tatsumi worked his mouth down the invisible erection, swirling his tongue, cementing his place as Hakushaku's whore. He shut his eyes. It did not matter that he couldn't see what he was doing. He found that he needed to distance himself further. He needed to remind himself why he was doing this. Tsuzuki.
Tatsumi bobbed his head up and down Hakushaku's shaft, working his tongue methodically against the unseen, stiff flesh. He almost choked when Hakushaku thrust himself deep and came straight down his clenching throat. Tatsumi's fingers curled into Hakushaku's strained thighs. He pulled back enough to regain his composure, lick Hakushaku's length a few more times, and then swallow the sticky, warm fluid he milked from Hakushaku's spent cock.
Tatsumi did not expect Hakushaku to lean forward, seize his face in one hand, and reach between his legs with the other. Hakushaku closed his mouth over Tatsumi's, his tongue and fingers probing curiously, even ravenously.
Gasping for air from such a sudden and amorous kiss, Tatsumi suppressed a whine as he was fondled relentlessly. "You disappoint me, Tatsumi-san. You are still far too preoccupied with other thoughts. I would appreciate your full attention." Hakushaku released Tatsumi's soft genitals and then rose from his seat, lifting Tatsumi beneath his arms.
Tatsumi's eyes flew wide as he was carried several paces down the length of the table and laid upon the lacquered surface as though he was about to be dined upon. He watched inquisitively as Hakushaku snatched his tie from the chair, walked the circumference of the table, and proceeded to bind his wrists together above his head.
"Perhaps you require something else to stimulate your blood flow." Hakushaku nudged a chair tight against the edge of the table and looped the tie through the chair's arm. "Perhaps you need to know that you have no choice but to submit...." Gloved fingers teased down Tatsumi's stretched arms before Hakushaku returned to where Tatsumi's legs dangled over the table's edge.
Tatsumi knew Hakushaku was delighting in this far too much. He could feel the salacious smile in the man's purr. Moreover, as he tugged on his bonds with futility Tatsumi admitted that he was quite helpless.
"No, no, Tatsumi-san, you're not going anywhere." Hakushaku lifted the man's legs behind his knees, gloved fingers wrapped firmly around Tatsumi's flesh.
Tatsumi watched in resignation as his legs lifted and parted. Hakushaku's mask bent down and lowered itself toward his hip. A shiver ran through Tatsumi as he felt the fine lace of what could only be a cravat sweeping along his inner thigh. The shiver transformed into a moan as the lace dipped down and grazed his groin, Hakushaku's mouth fastening to his hipbone.
"Try enjoying yourself for once, Tatsumi-san. After all...you have no choice." Hakushaku chuckled and kissed the stretch of sensitive flesh from Tatsumi's hip to his taut belly.
Tatsumi told himself he wasn't going to look, that he should shut his eyes to what was done to him. However, he peeked. He couldn't resist. His eyes remained unblinking as his growing erection lifted straight up, Hakushaku cradling his cock and then finally suckling him fully into an invisible mouth.
Hakushaku laughed softly as Tatsumi's head thudded back on the table and a moan wrenched free from those bargaining lips. He hummed around Tatsumi's cock, moist warmth licking firmly, eventually abandoning Tatsumi's very stiff erection and laving lower.
Tatsumi instinctively tried to close his legs when he felt Hakushaku's tongue tip circle his puckered entrance, but the gloved hands held him fast. He moaned in discontent now, fearful he was in over his head. Closing his eyes, Tatsumi clenched his jaw and tried to think of something else...anything but that tongue tirelessly lapping at his sensitive ring of muscle. Tsuzuki.
Hakushaku lifted Tatsumi's hips off the table just enough to breach Tatsumi's ass and gift the area with copious amounts of saliva. Tatsumi thought he was going to drown in Hakushaku's drool. He would not whine and he would not react he told himself, but he was so damned hard. For a twisted pervert who, to his knowledge, never made good on any of his threats, Hakushaku proved to be far more than an accomplished lover.
Tatsumi felt Hakushaku's hands shift their position as the creature rose from the tongue lashing, secure in the knowledge that he'd rendered Tatsumi wanting and pliant. Tatsumi arched his head back as he felt thick flesh nudge at his opening and then he stifled a cry as he was penetrated. He could not stop the resultant groan as Hakushaku slid fully into his tight, slippery heat.
"You really need to have sex, Tatsumi-san. You're very attractive when you're getting fucked." This was not what Tatsumi wanted to hear. The last thing he needed was relationship advice from a fiend like Hakushaku.
"Just...just...do it." Tatsumi blurted and felt his face warm with a blush. Try as he might, he could not ignore the caress of soft fabric against his thighs as Hakushaku leisurely fucked him, nor the hand that crept down his leg and wrapped around his pulsing cock. He gasped, and cursed himself silently as he lifted himself hungrily into fisting fingers.
Hakushaku remained wisely silent, as though knowing Tatsumi's limitations intimately. Too much teasing and Tatsumi would react...violently.
Clenching his teeth firmly and squeezing his eyes tightly shut, Tatsumi tried not to give in to the erotic warmth that flooded his body. He strained against his bonds, stretching his tie irrevocably. He realized that he didn't want to come this way...with Hakushaku. Nevertheless, he'd committed himself to this path and could not deny the pleasure forced upon him. Releasing a small groan, Tatsumi also released himself, crying out as he came, spraying drops of pearl white on Hakushaku's gloves.
"Ahhh, Tatsumi-san...so beautiful indeed." Hakushaku snapped his hips, pushing and pulling Tatsumi along the rich mahogany dining table like an entree that he was never quite finished with.
Hakushaku moaned long and hard, shoving himself as far as possible into Tatsumi's body and emptying himself quite spectacularly, twitching so hard that Tatsumi thought Hakushaku's cock had expanded to twice its size.
Tatsumi tilted his head to the side, pressing his cheek into a cool surface, unsettling his spectacles and drawing what strength he could from the wood. He shivered when he felt Hakushaku withdraw from his body and softly kiss along his neck as though in appreciation of a very fine trick. When those invisible lips reached Tatsumi's earlobe, Hakushaku whispered licentiously, "You do realize that Tsuzuki owes me much more than this one fuck, yes?"
Tatsumi nodded, pulled himself together, and then opened his eyes. "Just let me know when you wish another visit."
"Oh I will. You really are quite delicious. Tsuzuki could only be so fortunate." Hakushaku paused and added with a teasing lilt to his tone, "You know, Tatsumi-san, I would think that there were better ways for you to show Tsuzuki that you love him."
Hakushaku was rather enjoying his afternoon tea when Watson arrived with a message from the Summons Division. He sliced open the envelope with ease and withdrew the contents. In his hands was a bill made out to Hakushaku-sama -- for the replacement of one silk tie. How very Tatsumi, Hakushaku smiled to himself and called for Watson to bring him his appointment book.
