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Name: Prince Diachi
Age: 20
Hair: Black
Eyes: Grey

Daichi wasn't entirely sure what had come over him, if anyone had told him a month ago that he would be doing this he would have called them a blatant liar. There was no way he could stop now though, he had managed to sneak down the corridor sticking to the shadows and the lawns were in sight... he just had to make it there, then he could be free of the watching eyes.

He gulped, the nerves and adrenaline mixing together to form a strange heedy combination.

About half an hour later he was free of the palace and making his way to the centre of the city, his cloak was high over his head, keeping him an anomaly, a moving shadow with no real identity. He paused at the edge of the 'pleasure district' or so he had been told it was often called. Leaning against the wall to what could only be described as a hovel in comparison to the luxury of the palace he took a deep breath. Right now he was not a prince, simply a man... and it was a good thing too, because he was acting far from the sturdy training his tutors had given him. Closing his eyes he calmed himself, there was no going back now, he had made it this far....

One more breath and he was lowering his hood, hopefully no one would recognise him here but you never knew. Standing straight, something ingrain in from an early age, he turned the corner and started down the street... his eyes were searching for someone, it had to be someone who warranted the risk he was taking, and despite it all he knew in his heart that it was a man he was looking for.... it didn't take long until his eyes fell upon an ethereal beauty, with unusual rare blond hair and striking blue eyes that shone like water. He was covered in fur and unlike the others at his establishment he did nothing to coax or draw the customers in; of course, he didn't need to. His obvious strength and grace were more than enough to draw the eye to him. Diachi froze for a moment, this had seemed so easy in his head. Command, he reminded himself. Bullying himself up he walked from his strategic hidden position and towards the establishment, he didn't allow his eyes to wander to the blond again, hoping that the guy would be drawn to him... after all, he had no idea how to go about this. Hopefully he would learn more from the matron within. Even as he passed the blond, past the threshold one thought whispered in his mind. I will only have him.

It took all of his self control not to bolt, this was a far cry from what he had been trained for, but at least the stress tests had proved useful as he was sure that his expression remained stoic despite the fluttering of nerves.

Listening to the matron he simply inclined his head in acknowledge to the welcome, few ever expected him to talk without real cause and it had become a habit to keep most of his words to himself. Silent and thoughtful, that was the impression they wanted to give the world....

Still, he knew he was required to talk now, and so he would. Even as his mind fumbled with what exactly he should say without revealing too much.

“What are you looking for tonight?” Wasting no time he took out an untraceable plain black purse filled with several silver and gold coins, more than enough he was sure, and spoke his voice strong and clearly, the complete opposite to how he felt. "A night with your pretty blond." Yes, he would have only him. Behind him he was half aware that the blond in question was watching, stood on the stairs or near if his senses were on the mark, of course right now he wouldn't be surprised if he was completely wrong. With nothing else to do say he simply watched.

The woman opened the purse, and her eyes lit up as if she had just been given the best present in the world. "Is it stolen?" He heard her sharp intake of breath, a near hiss that reminded him of a very deadly snake. Still he shook his head softly and allowed a small smile to appear upon his impeccable features. "I assure you it is not." He was confident in his words, and they spoke of the truth of the matter. The money was not stolen, and nor was it a lot considering his position... still he was sure it was more than enough. "Of course," he said suddenly, breaking the sudden silence for no other reason than he wanted to take charge of his nerves he said, "For that price I will have no one else touch him this eve. Do we have an agreement m'lday?" He offered the courtesy although the compliment felt like acid upon his tongue. This matron was far from attractive, she may have been in his prime but not now, nor did he consider her a true lady... not that he would say that out loud, for that would be rude.

Daichi was beyond relieved that he wasn't pressed further, that more questions weren't asked of him... for right now he feared he would be unable to form a coherent answer. Crap! There was something else eating at him now, he had no idea what he was doing... and he was under no illusion that this concubine was an innocent and as naive as him. It was enough to make him want to cringe, even as he followed the stranger up the stairs. His eyes watched the way the mass of blond hair bounced with each step, watched as the fur seemed to ruffle and move as if alive, part of him wanted to reach out and touch both... to run his hand down the guys neck follow it with kisses and work his way down, exploring with deliberate slowness.... he had to hold back a curse that threatened to slip his slips as his desire slowly started to consume him. He had come here for a reason... but the nerves were getting to him.

"Here we are" He simply nodded at those words, not trusting his own tongue still. Entering the room he watched as the creature, so obviously comfortable with his own skin, his own sexuality that it was like a drug just watching him. It was a confidence that spoke so much, he was used to this, had played this act so many times before... what did he think of him he wondered, how did Diachi stand in his eyes.

The sound of his voice washed over Diachi and for a moment he closed his eyes and allowed it to just that, with a snap of his eyes he opened them again and focused with deadly purpose. He wouldn't answer, not yet, there was something he wanted first. "Name." It was a question posed more as a command, almost proof that Diachi was beyond used to getting exactly what he wanted when he wanted it.

As he watched the blond strange with the drinks he decided a small tot of something would certainly be advantageous right now, his nerves were building and the fact that the concubine was beyond right in regards to Diachi's experience (or lack of it) made him wonder just how the other knew, was it really so obvious? Or was the guy simply referring to the brothel? "Yes," He finally said, a long time after the offer of a drink had been spoken, "I would very much appreciate a drink." He managed to say, trying to soften his tone so it was no so commanding. Just a man. He reminded himself, tonight he was just a man.

“I’m Sasuki.” Before he could stop himself he said, "A beautiful name." In his mind he whispered, for a beautiful man, but his training was so strict that the comment wouldn't leave his lips. It surprised him that he had even managed to comment at all. Soon enough the question he had been dreading came, "And what do I call you?" Part of Daichi had known from the start it would come, which was why while he had been planning this he had decided to use part of his own name. That way he would at least reply to it without giving too much away. "Chi." he said, no hesitation or hint that he was lying present, it was only a half-white lie he told himself, and one born from necessity.

He watched. His heart thundering in his chest and his manhood strained. He wanted to gulp, needed to in fact but was doing his best to suppress the natural reflex. It was part of the reason he never answered the concubine, no he would think of him as Sasuki... Sasuki's questions. In truth he didn't know what he wanted, the palace was usually littered with wine and finery but he and his brothers were only ever allowed to indulge in a glass or two. He hoped this 'strong stuff' that the other spoke of wasn't too much for he feared he would be drunk before too long. "You seem really uptight" Those words echoed in his mind and he had to force himself to try and relax. To remind himself of all the reasons why had come here... a last dash for freedom, a last attempt at taking something he wanted for no other reason than he could. He knew little of his 'fiancee' bar that she was seen to be beautiful and that the connexion between their families was much welcome... but Daichi wasn't interested, it was simply duty, no, Daichi was ashamed to admit to himself that he was far more interested in the here and now.

Perhaps it was his thinking that lead him to be so bold, he could tell that from Sasuki's finger position that there was no way to take the glass without touching him, and since the whole point of tonight was to touch he indulged himself. The fainted glide of fingers gliding over each other as he took the offered glass. He bowed his head softly in thanks, a beyond automatic response and one he cursed himself for. With a slight gritting of teeth he watched Sasuki moved to the bed. The sashay of the guys walk was beyond tantalising and he found his eyes eagerly following with interest. The encouraging pat made him quirk a brow, and it took him a moment to register that it was ok in this situation to follow the lead and orders of another... at least in this small gesture, and so, Daichi approached. His stride was steady despite the thundering of his heart -he was sure it was so loud that Sasuki could hear it, but if he did the guy made no comment upon it. The tantalising view intrigued Daichi, never had he seen so much flesh beyond his own and perhaps on slaves, but Daichi had never paid attention to either before.... now however Sasuki held his full attention.

Taking a casual sip of his drink he finally allowed his catched breath free, hoping the sound was guarded and hidden by the drinking. He watched. Eyes almost guarded as Sasuki raised his delicate hand to his shoulder, he expected this, wanted this, but it was still a shock to receive such a casual touch. He tried not to react but he was sure his spine stiffened slightly, despite all the images of things he wanted to do that passed through his mind. "Let me help you with this." The softly spoken words had him drawing in a deep breath, and it didn't take long for desire to glaze his eyes and for his focus to turn mindlessly upon their target. This beautiful man with blue eyes and blond hair.

Daichi couldn't have expressed what possessed him but he reached forward and captured a strange of the others blond locks, playing with it in his fingers for a moment before running his hand to the end of the strand to release it. "Like spun silk." He commented, more to himself than the other. "May I touch you." He found himself asking, eyes shining with honesty and intent, and while part of him whispered that he had paid for this and should not ask for permission for the most intimate of privileges part of him could not stand the idea that he would do anything the other didn't at least accept. In truth Daichi was sure that is Sasuki asked him not to do this that he wouldn't, that he would walk out of this place with his head held high and never look back. Honour was something no one could take from him.

Daichi rather liked how his 'name' sounded upon the others lips, though part of him wished he could hear his full real name he didn't dare risk it... while not completely unheard of in this place, especially after he was born, he couldn't risk that the other would put two and two together and make eight or more. Safety was key. For both of them.

Still sitting on the bed he watched as the enchanting creature moved to stand before him, touches feather light and so tender he was sure that Sasuki was trying not to scare him away, it was a tenderness he had never felt before... even if this was all part of the package.... it meant something to Daichi. In the back of his mind he was aware that his cloak was removed, there was now a very real danger of his station being discovered considering he hadn't been able to find any clothing to disguise himself in. He wore an elaborate blue jacket with gold trim and a white shirt that was fitted to perfection, matching blue trousers -both so dark they would appear black in this light. They were the 'simplest' of his garments, and part of him was already wondering if his absence had been discovered. He had been careful.... but you never knew when someone might decide to go the extra mile and attempt to stir him from his bed, only to discover that stuffing and pillows currently lay in his place.

The danger only added to the thrill he supposed. Still, he never took his eyes off Sasuki, his drink completely forgotten now. With the almost tentative reply to what must be a strange question in such an establishment, Daichi found himself freed from whatever cage was holding him back, holding him steady and silent. Slowly he moved his free hand and placed it over Sasuki's above his heart, giving him a little squeeze before he lowered his other hand to the floor and put the glass down. Both hands now free he placed the hand that held the glass upon Sasuki's back, careful to touch only his clothing, and tugged him towards him and his lap. When in place he pulled his hand that sat over Sasuki's towards his mouth and kissed each finger tenderly. Daichi was in no rush, and right now only one thought passed through his mind.... exploring this magnificent creature. Only him. His mind once again whispered.

Daichi had noticed how the other kept looking to his lips, and suddenly the desire to kiss him bloomed in his chest.... now kissing was something he had done, a little at least, of course with ladies it was only a chaste kiss upon the cheek as was deemed appropriate. Such a far cry from what he wanted right now, he wanted to plunder and claim, mark and possess. Running the hand still set upon Sasuki's back he allowed his fingers to run up the other's spine, gently touching flesh where his clothing had started to droop in an effort to entice his prey. It was working, for he had caught Daichi hook, line, and sinker. Hand now upon the other's neck he drew him down towards him, not wanting to scare the other... and now that he was doing it he was suddenly aware that kissing might be against the rules. Too late, he thought, for he would have this mouth for his own.... at least for tonight. His lips landed upon Sasuki's a moment later and he had to wonder if the other would react and respond. He teased with his lips and tongue, getting a hint of Sasuki's taste and the plum wine he had been drinking, it wasn't enough though and he hoped that he could tempt the other into opening up for him. Still, despite his sudden desperate thoughts he kept his actions calm and controlled.

Sasuki's responses were delectable, and almost had Daichi craving more, wanting more, needing more. He lost himself in their kiss, his hand gently caressing the others neck and moving closer at the silent request of Sasuki's body pushing against his own, he simply allowed himself to let go..... at least until he found himself being pushed backwards onto the bed. Sudden panic flashed in the back of his mind... too fast... not that he was blaming Sasuki for that, if anything he could understand the concubine wanting to just 'get it over with'.

Things happened so quickly, one minute he was sat up with Sasuki on his lap and the next he was lying flat on his back with the guy straddling him. His was aware of hands on him, of buttons being undone and ties being pulled free... and while he didn't stop Sasuki he was sure there was a small frown upon his face. Still, he kissed Sasuki until the guy pulled back. The words that came next had Daichi freezing on the spot. Drats! He hadn't thought the guy would be so direct, he was pretty sure his cheeks had flamed up a little and was suddenly thankful that it was so dark in here, the lamp illuminating the opposite end of the room instead of this one.

“What’s… your position?” His pulse fluttered and all he could do was shrug his response, his mouth was suddenly too dry, his skin too small for his frame... and still his heart thundered. None of his training had ever prepared him for this, especially since one did not speak so directly to ladies. Raising his hand to face he pinched his temples with his thumb and forefinger, rubbing slightly as if attempting to clear his thoughts or to simply elevate a headache. He needed to say something, had to... and so he managed to get out a gruff response. "I have never done this before." Dropping his hand he tilted his head in an almost pleading manner, asking for forgiveness. Looking down he was aware his chest was revealed, the muscled mass trained to perfection due to training with swords and horses and weights. Outside of such training was more training. When the physical training was over there was always the educational training, strategy, literature, languages... so so much. Eyes were always on him, expectations so high that he had to be on his best behaviour at all times... he couldn't let anyone down. He never truely had a moment to himself, even in bed he had to be composed and behaved.... especially since his youngest brother would often get into bed with him after a nightmare. Yet here, in this moment he had nothing else to think about but Sasuki... and that strangely scared the crap out of him!

He stayed still, rising on one arm and looking at Sasuki as if he was seeking the answer and escape from his sudden embarrassment.