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Ichirou and Mizuki Meet

"Ah man" Ichirou sighed as he continued drawing his newest character for his next manga story, at sixteen years old Ichirou Masanobu had already become a popular manga artist for sexually explicit manga. As Ichirou sat in his uncle Yujirou's studio with the warm sun surrounding him he drew with a sense of irritation after retying his hair in a ponytail.

What the hell was wrong with that girl ! Miho Tachibana had appeared to be a perfect girl. She was beautiful, well liked and had a top class body . Miho had confessed first that naturally there was no way a real man would reject a girl as gorgeous as Miho and so Ichirou has started to date her. Things had been great for two months she had done everything to please him both in and out of the bedroom. Since Miho was always doing whatever he wanted he had told her she could pick anything she wanted as a birthday gift since her birthday was coming up." man what a bad choice I should have just bought her jewelry" he muttered to himself shaking his head and sweeping his hair out his eyes.

Ichirou sighed again he had been feeling horny as hell and asked her to go to a hotel together after treating her to a nice meal at their favorite restaurant as soon as they were in the room she had turned to him and said " for my birthday I want us to have a threesome with my brother" he had just stood there shocked wondering if she was playing some kind of sick joke on him but she never laughed. Ichirou had felt the contents in his stomach roll and fought the impulse to wretch "you have got to be kidding me" he had said watching her facial expressions carefully "why would I joke about something like this?" Miho had said looking equally as serious passing a hand through her hair " my brother Kousuke thinks you are pretty and wants to have a threesome with us I don't mind since he is my brother he's also  already 15 years old so even his age isn't too bad either" she had sounded so nonchalant about it. He had felt repulsed grabbing the door handle he had turned to her unable to contain his feelings anymore " You sick f**k if you want to f**k your brother keep me out of it we're finished I don't want anything to do with you" then rushed out the hotel as fast as his legs would take him.

It had been not even an hour since that had happened and she had already called his cellphone ten times his irritation was mounting, he had just wasted a whole paycheck on that nut job of an ex girlfriend. He had to find another girl to play around with, if not another girlfriend. He wasn't lacking female company enough that he would ever consider sleeping with a girl and her brother, i****t had no place in his life. He was now feeling grateful they hadn't started dating during the Christmas holidays he would have wasted even more money on her, Valentines had cost him enough as it was. The whole experience served one purpose at least he now had his new story line the female character resembled Miho a lot he wondered if anyone might catch on, after all his profession was part of his secret life. To most people he was Ichirou Masanobu who helped in his family's shop three days a week, out of all his friends only his best friend Wataru knew he was the hentai Mangaka Rou Masa.

Ichirou had a huge selection of works done but there were some types he wouldn't touch , Rou Masa would never publish a manga about i****t or a pedophile relationship.

He didn't want to encourage people to start getting sexually involved with their family members or with children 40 years their juniors, that was not to say he didn't have story lines with rather large age gaps but they never involved innocent little children with men or women over 18. He tried to put a small part of himself in most of his works and the part that Ichirou believed was imparted was his integrity. He would never personally hurt a child and so he did his best to not encourage others to do so.

Ichirou was absorbed in his work having only stopped working long enough to light the lights in the darkening room."ROU!!!!!!!!!!!" was the only warning Ichirou had that he was no longer alone in the studio before he felt arms wrap warmly around him and long hair fell over his shoulder he was frozen in place scared to turn and see who was clinging to him.

As the hands started to feel his chest Ichirou broke out in a sweat, the hands touching him through his shirt felt good and for a brief moment he tried to imagine how they would feel caressing his bare skin.

He was shocked at his train of thought he didn't even know this person "ugh what the hell are you doing feeling me up!" as he spoke the hands roaming over his chest fingering his abs stopped moving all together. If this person continued on like that I just might have ended up getting an erection from the lack of s****l stimulation I've received recently he couldn't help thinking to himself as he sighed.

" You're not Yujirou " the voice sounded half accusing and half confused startling a laugh out of Ichirou who turned to face the person who was still hugging him gently, he received another shock when his eyes locked with beautiful brown eyes that had gold and brown speckles in them he almost forgot to breath. The guy paid no attention to the fact he was still holding a stranger in his arms and instead looked over Ichirou's shoulder at the photo he had been working on.

Ichirou's heart was pounding as he fought the embarrassment he felt hearing the intake of breath the stranger took looking at his picture, the picture showed two males each pleasuring each other orally while one of the males had their fingers in the other males anus.Ichirou couldn't deny the heat he felt on the back of his neck he cleared his throat then spoke " could you please let go of me now it's rather stuffy in this room and I don't need a stranger I don't even know clinging to me" he knew he must sound rude and condescending but he needed to get on proper footing with this beautiful stranger.

Mizuki Aizawa had known something was off when he had wrapped his arms around the male he had assumed was his cousin's lover Yujirou, the feeling of the males body hadn't felt the way it should have. Did Yujirou lose weight again? why was it that his chest felt so muscular and well toned all of a sudden certainly he couldn't have gotten this way in only two weeks could he?. He knew it was wrong but he couldn't stop feeling up Yujirou's chest it felt so amazing under his fingers " ugh what the hell are you doing feeling me up!" as soon as Yujirou spoke he knew that it wasn't Yujirou at all, this males voice had a quality Yujirou didn't possess his fingers stilled instantly he was feeling taken aback. How could he have mistaken this male for Yujirou " you're not Yujirou" he stated still feeling out of sorts but not wanting to let go of the body he held in his arms and resisted the impulse to hug the body tighter when he heard the rich laughter that escaped what he could now see were perfectly kissable lips as the male had laughed he had turned to look at him. There was no denying the fact this male was a prime specimen Mizuki could see the shock in the guys eyes although he didn't want to look away from the beautiful eyes in front of him he decided to let the other male regain his composure. While he tried regaining his own composure before he jumped the poor guy, he looked down at the table to see what the guy had been working so intently on that he hadn't even heard him walk in the room. The picture literally took Mizuki's breath away. It was so stunning , the details were impeccable and what the photo suggested made his mouth go dry. He was looking at a photo that reflected his desire for the unknown male he was holding in his arms, only now he was sure the male wasn't so unknown. At the sound of the male clearing his throat Mizuki lost his train of thought "could you please let go of me now it's rather stuffy in this room and I don't need a stranger I don't even know clinging to me" Mizuki was startled into letting the guy he was now assuming was Yujirou's nephew go he hadn't heard anything about Yujirou's beloved Ichirou being a cold fish. Ichirou turned around fully looking at the guy who had intruded on his alone time, no one was supposed to be allowed in this particular studio uncle Yujirou had specially given it to him last year for his 16th birthday. " Not to be rude but why are you here? My uncle gave me this place and told me no one would ever enter it, that I could always remain undisturbed while I work" he said, releasing a frustrated sigh. He felt like all his irritation from earlier had just doubled thanks to this strangers sudden appearance. "I'm very sorry my name is Mizuki Aizawa, sixteen years old, a first year at Ryokuya High, I am Ren Aizawa's cousin. Our fathers are twin brothers actually. I thought I would pass by to see them but I couldn't find them anywhere, then I saw the light in this room was on. I knocked on the door but no one answered, so I decided to see if it was open and then I saw you and mistook you for your uncle." he didn't seem to be lying and his story seemed true enough. Ichirou decided he could at least introduce himself and let this Mizuki know where the two lovebirds had gone off to.

" My name is Ichirou Masanobu, Yujirou's nephew, a second year student at Ryokuyo High. You won't be able to meet your cousin or my uncle for the next two weeks they went on a business trip to Okinawa and next time why not try calling before coming over" once again Ichirou took his seat and faced his almost forgotten work.

Mizuki had felt shocked to discover Ichirou Masanobu went to his school and was in the grade above his, he was getting sick and tired of his attitude though and decided to take matters into his own hands. Ichirou tried focusing all his attention to his picture trying to make sure there was nothing he needed to add before he made his next frame. As he looked at his paper he realized there was a line of pencil where there shouldn't be one, that must have been from when he was suddenly jumped by Mr.Grabby hands who still hadn't left yet much to his annoyance. Before Ichirou knew what was happening he felt a hand on his cheek turning his head and an angry voice was saying "You're pissing me off" then his lips were taken over by Mizuki's he was surprised the kiss was very forceful and Mizuki's grasp was strong he tried to break away and protest but as he opened his mouth to try Mizuki's tongue plunged into the recess of his mouth frantically capturing his own tongue twirling their tongues with as much passion as force, he had never felt so overtaken by a kiss before. As Ichirou struggled he stood up and Mizuki's body pressed against his instantly, Ichirou was starting to feel a sense of panic as Mizuki held him close, one hand snaked under the back of his shirt the other on the back of his head. Closing his eyes tightly Ichirou pushed aside the feelings of pleasure he was feeling, putting all his strength into his arms instead and pushed Mizuki away "what the hell I'm not a homo just because I draw such manga as a profession!!!!! if you think I'm gonna let anyone shove an erect p***s up my ass you're wrong! now get the f**k out of here dammit!" Ichirou was pissed off, turning away as he stomped out the room and into another slamming a door loudly before locking it behind him. Once in the safety of the locked room Ichirou stood slouched against the door panting, he felt wildly confused over what had just happened. "Damn that Mizuki Aizawa, who the hell does he think he is forcing such a kiss on me" his mind instantly replayed the scene from earlier and he let out a frustrated groan . Feeling his body stir, Ichirou grabbed his phone and searched for a girl to hook up with for the night, finding a promising girl he grabbed a thin coat off the wall and dialed the number as he left his uncle's property.