kazuichi's journal, or something like that.

folded pages

(dont mind me just projecting my kinks onto fictional characters ahdjsfdhkjhsshdjsd)

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a neon pink book, huh? that seems pretty out of place.
he was only in kazuichi's cabin so he could retrieve the tie he left there last week, but...
the mechanic is off the island for the weekend- it wouldn't hurt to take a quick peek, right?

hmm- from what he could gather from the contents, it was a journal of sorts.

fuyuhiko skimmed through a few pages- mostly just scribbles about how the day went, new ideas for something to build, or little doodles.  It all seemed pretty typical for kazuichi, although he did find that there was next to nothing written about princess sonia. that was certainly a surprise, especially since the mechanic talked about her so much.

what am i doing?
this isn't right.

despite this nagging thought, he continued to scan over the next entries.
eventually, he came across a few pages that were folded- almost as if to hide what was written on them. curiously, he unfolded the first page, and began to read it.

"god dammit fuyuhiko."
wait, what?
"i wish i could tell you- i really do, it's just... difficult to find the right words. how am i supposed to tell you when you still think i have a crush on miss sonia? "
...is this..?
"i can't just up and say that i'm in love with you."
holy shit!
fuyuhiko's face flushed a light pink, and he unfolded the next page.
"i gotta get this down somewhere, or i swear i'm gonna end up blurting it out.
i keep having these... fantasies. at first it was just kissing you, nothing too out of the ordinary but... eventually i started imagining what it would be like for you to kiss my neck, my chest, my thighs, my- well you get the point"
the yakuza's breath hitched. 
oh.
"i know its stupid because realistically you'd hate me for imagining all that
there's no chance in hell that you'd ever wanna do those things for me.
i mean
shit
i'll do just about anything
i'd even let you spit on me, if you wanted to
maybe i'd use it as lube and jerk off with it
and you'd call me disgusting while i did it but i wouldn't care
i wouldn't care as long as you watched me."

fuyuhiko gulped, suddenly aware of the heat pooling in his stomach.

"i hate that you probably think about someone else when you masturbate
but even if you finished while moaning someone else's name
as long as you let me lick up your cum i'll be satisfied
maybe you'd get sympathetic and let me help you instead
you would lay me on my back and kiss up and down my neck
you'd taunt me and say that i'm a pathetic mess
asking me if this is what i wanted the whole time
even though you know it is
and then
oh god..."

fuyuhiko's pants felt... really tight all of a sudden.  he kept reading.

"you'd make me suck on your fingers
i'd do it in a heartbeat
then you would go down south and press them into me
stretching me and calling me a slut because i'm already leaking for you
you would swipe a finger over my dripping cock and -"

the yakuza began to unbutton.

"-then lick it and kiss me
asking if i could taste myself
before i could respond you'd slide your fingers out of me
and put your dick in to replace them
it would feel so good
it would feel so goddamn good
and you'd go slowly at first
teasing me, nibbling on my shoulder
but eventually you'd just lose control and fuck me 'til i see stars
and i'd be begging for you to go harder
you would like that, right?
if i begged for you?"

fuyuhiko couldn't take it anymore. he hastily took off his pants, sat down on kazuichi's bed, and pulled his member out of his undergarments. god, he was throbbing. 
he began to stroke himself as he reread the entry over and over.
as he got closer to orgasm, his pace became more erratic, and he became vaguely aware of the fact that he was panting. 
"mmh- beg for me- beg for me-!" he moaned, further quickening the movements of his hand.
it didn't take him long to finish after that.
"fuck- kazuichi!"
finally, he spilled over the edge, shuddering and coming down his leg.
after riding out his climax, he jumped up from the bed.

"what the hell am i doing?!"

he hurriedly cleaned himself off, put his pants back on, and shoved kazuichi's journal back where he found it. soon after, he left the mechanic's cabin, still forgetting to take back the tie he came there for.
face flushed a bright red, fuyuhiko walked back over to his own cabin, and buried his head in his hands.
to be honest? he had never really acted on his feelings for kazuichi- well, before today. whenever he had a crush he bottled it up so quickly that he barely even recognized that he had one in the first place.
i mean, it's almost as if those feelings just... burst out when he read the diary entry.
oh well. at least this meant that kazuichi liked him back.
that was definitely certain.