In the box (BoyXBoy)

In the Box. pt.5

WARNING: Sexual content.(YuP you read it right!!!! )

Douno resigned himself to being kissed at night, and concluded that there was nothing he could do. If he said no, Kitagawa would not listen; on the other hand, if he resisted and made a commotion, he would only cause trouble for his fellow cellmates. If he felt Kitagawa kissing him, Douno made sure not to open his eyes. He pretended to be asleep, and waited patiently for the man's presence to leave him.
Perhaps because of his long stint in prison, Kitagawa was sensitive to the footsteps of the night guard. Sometimes in the middle of a kiss, Kitagawa would draw away suddenly. A dozen or so seconds later, the guard would come patrolling. The guard walked on the carpeted part of the hallway during rounds, and his footsteps were faint; they were not faint enough, however, to escape Kitagawa's uncanny hearing ability.
Kitagawa was also a master of concealment. The cold pills he had given to Douno were pills he had been collecting since summertime, by lying at every medical checkup that he was ill. Collecting medicine was against the rules, and was punishable if caught. But even during spot checks of their belongings in the group cell or in the factory, Kitagawa's pills were never found. When it came to hiding things, he was incredibly adept.
As the days wore on without a way to curb Kitagawa from persistently following him around, Douno gradually grew used to the man's uncomfortable level of closeness. Once Douno began taking it in stride, he found he could put up fairly well with Kitagawa's unnatural attachment and kisses.
Telling the man off did not work. Kitagawa often responded with a nonsensical argument. To avoid letting himself get angry, Douno figured it was best not to say anything in the first place. Kitagawa seemed to interpret Douno's silence as acceptance, and began to touch and kiss him as a matter of course.
Kumon joked at first about Kitagawa's fixation with Douno, but he eventually stopped saying anything. Shiba minded his own business.
One Sunday at the end of a frigid February, there was a gathering for second-class prisoners. Prisoners were classified into four different classes, and those in third class or higher were given the privilege of participating in a gathering on their day off of work, where they ate snacks, drank juice, and watched a movie.
Douno was only months into his sentence, and therefore remained a fourth-class inmate with no gathering to go to. Kitagawa was in second class. That day there was a gathering for second-class inmates, and Kitagawa left in the morning to watch a movie. For Douno, who usually spent the whole day being followed around by Kitagawa, even a short respite from his presence was a great load off his shoulders.
Douno was enjoying a book by himself for once when Kakizaki spoke up from his spot across.
"Mr. Douno," he drawled, "You've got really fair skin."
Douno sensed that he was implying something. "It must be because I don't get out much," he said casually.
"It's not just because you don't get out. You're fair to begin with," Kakizaki said. "It stands out in the showers."
Douno was disturbed to know where the man's eyes had been prying during their baths.
"Y'know what I've been thinkin' about, Mr. Douno? Is bro Kitagawa really your type?"
Douno hesitated at the bare question.
"He and I aren't like that," he replied.
"Uh, it's pretty obvious you guys are homo," Kakizaki said blandly. Douno had no argument to make. He had drawn a clear line within himself, but for everyone else, the fact that he and Kitagawa kissed at night and were intimate for no apparent reason drew the inevitable assumption that they were gay.
Kakizaki leaned over the desk.
"Just between you and me," he said, lowering his voice. "I heard bro Kitagawa's never done it with a girl or a guy."
Kumon had apparently heard him in spite of his hushed tone, and pounced on the subject.
"So he's a virgin? Stop lying."
Kakizaki wrinkled his nose. "It's true," he insisted. "I asked him myself. He's in for murder, right? He didn't have any experience when he got into jail at 19, so you can be almost sure he's never done it with a girl. He said he's never done it with a guy, either, so he's gotta be a virgin."
Kumon crossed his arms and chuckled humorously. "Twenty-eight and virgin, huh. He's got a big one down there. It's a shame he hasn't made good use of it."
"Size doesn't matter. It's all about the skill, mister."
The conversation was turning into something Douno preferred to stay out of, so he pretended to concentrate on his book. So far, Douno had dated three women and had sex with two of them. It was perhaps fewer than most, but he did have some experience.
"Hey, Mr. Douno," Kakizaki drawled. "If you let a guy like Kitagawa with a big dick and no experience bone you, you'll tear your ass, no mistake. Take someone who's a decent size with some skill instead, like me―"
Kumon smacked Kakizaki over the head.
"Don't even think of coming onto Douno in front of Kitagawa, you hear? You'll be killed."
"I know that," Kakizaki whined, cradling his head. "That's why I'm doing it when he's not here."
Shiba, who until then had been a staunch listener, thumped his book shut and sighed.
"To me, it seems like it's just Kitagawa's one-sided thing. At least, I know Douno doesn't have those feelings for him. Right, Douno?"
"Well, I guess," Douno replied vaguely. Kakizaki did not look convinced, and glanced at Douno doubtfully. Douno lowered his eyes back to the pages of his book and pretended not to notice. He mulled over whether he should make Kitagawa stop kissing him so people would stop getting the wrong idea.
Kitagawa returned from his gathering before noon. Immediately upon his return, he fished out of nowhere three individually-wrapped square cookies about five centimetres wide. The four inmates' eyes were instantly glued to the cookies. Sweets were a rare luxury in prison. Excluding those who absolutely hated them, every prisoner eventually began to crave something sugary.
At first, Douno had a hard time understanding prisoners' burning desire for sweets, but now he knew. It was a physical craving.
"What's this?" Kumon asked, swallowing hungrily.
"I got leftovers from the party. This is for Mr. Shiba, Mr. Kumon, and Kakizaki."
Douno was stunned that his name was not called. The other three inmates glanced at him guiltily, but finished the cookies by themselves.
Douno tried not to look at Kitagawa and the other three as he wondered why he did not get a cookie. Kitagawa had favoured him so far; why was this time different?
Was Kitagawa doing this to spite him? Was this his way of getting back at Douno for treating him crudely despite Kitagawa's persistent confessions of love?
Once he finished sharing the cookies with everyone else, Kitagawa sat down beside Douno as he usually did, and cuddled up to him playfully. Something still nagged at Douno's heart.
Even as night fell and he climbed into his futon, Douno still thought about the cookie from earlier in the day. He felt miserly for being so fixated about a cookie, but it bothered him nevertheless. He could not, however, bring himself to ask outright why he had been left out.
The footsteps of the night guard doing his rounds faded into the distance. Douno sensed the man beside him shifting, and rolled over on his side to turn his back to him.
The man stroked his hair and nuzzled his cheek. Douno usually ignored him and waited for it to pass, but today he felt he could not stand it. Douno yanked his futon over his head, prepared to receive a warning from the guard if things came to it.
But his futon was pulled back down just as forcefully. Douno knitted his brow and screwed his eyes shut.
"Want something good?" said a voice at his ear. Douno opened his eyes.
Kitagawa was holding a cookie―the same one he had shared with everyone else in the daytime, excluding Douno. He could smell the sweet aroma as it was brought to his nose. Douno found himself opening his mouth before even saying thank you.
"Finish it before the guard comes around again," Kitagawa said. He bit down on one end of the cookie, then thrust it out in front of Douno's face. He jerked his chin in a signal to hurry up. Douno hastily sank his teeth into the cookie. He took one bite, two―he was planning to stop before their lips touched, but his greed got the better of him―his lips brushed against Kitagawa's. Suddenly, Kitagawa leaned in for a deeper kiss. He weighed down on Douno, and parted his lips. His tongue stirred the inside of Douno's mouth, sweet from the cookie he had eaten.
It was a strange feeling. Kitagawa had given him a cookie after all. He had a special spot in Kitagawa's heart―the thought made him feel happy and relieved. Once his stubbornness in that aspect crumbled, Douno was conscious for the first time that he was kissing another man.
The other man's breathing, his scent, the heat of another's living flesh―Douno felt his groin begin to itch, and his whole body flushed hotly in embarrassment at his own reaction. He tried to pry the other man off him, but his arms were trembling.
Kitagawa, however, seemed not to notice Douno's response; once he had ravaged Douno to his content, he promptly returned to his own futon.
Douno did not know what to do with his hardened member. If he stood up to grab a tissue, it would be too obvious; if he left it as is, he was bound to ejaculate in his sleep. Douno managed to lay still and think of other things until the impulse passed. That night, he had a dream: it was a very realistic one of being fondled by Kitagawa until he came.