Feast Your Eyes









  The body on the bed was starting to twist restlessly, eyes
fluttering, and fingers twitching.  Slowly the man's eyes
opened, and he was awake.  Hasegawa licked his dry lips with an
almost equally spongy tongue, and he scrubbed at his face with
his right palm.  Rolling over, he looked at the digital clock
next to the bed.  He blinked rapidly, a couple of times, and sat
up in a hurry - irritatedly kicking at the bed cover still
tangled around his feet.

  *Oh, no.  I promised, hand on heart, scout's honour, that I'd
go out with her tonight, didn't I?*

  It was very late, one a.m. in fact.  That early evening nap
had not been one of his best ideas.  Melissa liked to be out
early, (by Fox, or Benten's standards), and back in her bed by
three, or four, at the latest.  He had planned on being ready to
rock, one of her expressions, *how they do creep into my
vocabulary*, by eleven.  *Shit*.  He swung his legs around, and
stood, in one long - flowing - movement.  Then stood on one foot
to shake the blanket vise from the other, it was a touch
persistent, so he had to sit on the edge of the bed, and unwind
the material manually.  Standing again, he yawned - and
stretched hugely - then walked to the closed bedroom door.  He
was going to work on the assumption that if Melissa had been
really eager to go out, she'd have come in to beat him awake
before now.  He rested his ear against the door panelling,
listening to hear what was going on in the next room.
Unconsciously he scratched his balls, the voices were muted -
but there did seem to be at least two people in the living-room
- one of them Fola.  The scratching hand moved around to the
backside, and began to pluck at the material of his track
bottoms, where it had ridden up the crack of his arse.  Fed up
with only being able to hear murmuring he turned the handle, and
entered the room.

  "Hello, sleepy-head!", Foxy trilled.  "Did you have a good
rest then?"  

  Hasegawa looked around to see where the little elf was, the
waving of a black clad arm alerted him to the fact that Fola was
in his own bedroom, and was carrying on a conversation with
Benten through  the gap in the partially opened door.  He still
couldn't see Melissa.  Benten was slumped on the couch, using
the remote to flick through the tri-d channels.  He saw the
police chief glancing about quizzically.

  "In there, with Fox."  He pointed at the master bedroom.  Oh.

  "Melissa didn't want to disturb you, Uncle Juzo."  Fox called.
`Uncle' Juzo jumped - he still had to get used to the fact that
elves had really sharp hearing.  Fox spoke again, "I'm just
finishing getting changed, we'll be out in a moment".

  "How long have they been at this?" Hasegawa asked Benten,
jerking his thumb in the direction of Fox's voice.

  "I have no idea."  Benten sounded disgruntled.  "They were in
there when I got home, about half an hour ago now.  I don't know
why, you're such a sound sleeper they could've got changed on
top of you, and you wouldn't have noticed.  And you snore."

  "How would you know.  No I don't."  Juzo said, as he climbed
over the back of the second sofa to sit opposite Benten.  He
stretched his arms above his head again, and arched his spine,
still caught in post sleep lethargy.  He shut his eyes as he
hissed, and wriggled.  



                                                                
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"Maybe you should consider getting changed, before you go out",
Benten said - tossing a scrunched up piece of paper at
Hasegawa's bare chest.  The older man caught the small sphere,
inches from his body, eyes still shut, "You're telling me that
the semi-naked look won't be allowed, at the local clubs?" 
There was a faint squeaking noise from behind him, *don't tell
me that damn cat's caught another hapless rodent*, a small hand
slid over his shoulder, *ah, `Lissa*.  A familiar voice spoke
millimetres from his right ear,

  "Benten's quite correct.  You either get some more on, or take
it all off, where we're going."

  The hand tracked down his chest, and sharp nails tweaked
Hasegawa's nipple.  He grinned, and opened his eyes.  The first
thing he saw was Benten sitting rigidly upright, face
registering shock, the second was a familiar arm - clad in
unfamiliar amounts of black, shiny, p.v.c.  He squawked, and
turned swiftly.

  Melissa stood back from the seating to allow him a full length
view.  And quite a view it was.  Her hair had been pulled up
high on the top of the head, and hung in a long horse-tail, down
the side of her face, and across one breast.  Her face was a
mask of make-up, *slap... she calls it slap*, his hand itched to
do so, *you look like a hooker!*  Nothing improved as his gaze
tracked down her body.

  Her body was encased in p.v.c. from her neck to her ankles.  A
high collared body, with long sleeves, and cut-away shoulders. 
It looked suspiciously like the whole of the sleeve could be
removed, by undoing the studs around the arm-hole.  Sharp, long,
false nails adorned each hand.  The long-line skirt reached
nearly to the top of her black, satin, stilettos.

  "What're you glaring at, Git-face?  There's nothing on show!"

  No.  Not yet.  But there could be.  Hasegawa clenched his
teeth in a complicated fury.  There was a dangerously long zip
running down the front of the body from the neck, to where it
disappeared under the waist band of the skirt.  A similar piece
of temptation snaked, asymetri- cally upwards, from the
hem-line.  Uh...  Anyone could just... undo her.  His breath
hissed through his teeth.  Melissa looked disappointed by his
reaction, she felt miserable, and down-hearted.  *Bastard!  I
thought you'd like this!*

  Swaying provocatively on her totteringly high heels, she
walked around the furniture to stand directly in Benten's line
of sight.  She performed a small pirouette.  

  "Merill, tell me.  What do you think?"

  If nothing else, having Fox's boyfriend take the piss out of
her might just be enough to rouse her ire, instead of just
leaving her feeling sickeningly unhappy.

  Benten just looked.  His lack of a sarcastic reply drew
Hasegawa's attention to him, then it snapped back to Melissa the
wiggling had revealed that he couldn't see a knicker-line, just
the outline of suspenders.  His face felt like it was burning.  

  Nothing so far had prepared Merill Yanagawa for this, Melissa
was alternately annoying, amusing, and a good drinking
companion- but never sexy.  Until now.  Benten didn't just look,
he boggled!

  "See, he's speechless as well!", Hasegawa roared.  "And I am
not going out with you looking like that!  You aren't going
anywhere dressed in those clothes!" 

  "Well then you're too late, aren't you, you cunt!?!"  Melissa
screeched, "Me, and Foxy, have already been out once - while you
were jerking off in that room over there!"

  "Where did you buy these slut-rags?  One of those shops with
the blacked out windows, down some filthy alley?  Or did you
just rip them off of some working girl, on the street?"  

  "Is something wrong?", Fox's voice sounded terrified.  Out of
the corner of her eye, Melissa could see his worried face
peering around the edge of the door.

  "Yes!  This... bastard... "

  "Don't scream at me!  You're upsetting Fola!"

  "Juzo, anything you don't want... just leave it on your plate.
I'll eat it myself..."

  

                                                                
2.

Sudden silence descended.

  Three pairs of eyes swivelled in Merill's direction.

  "See, Uncle Juzo.  Merill thinks she looks pretty as well."

  "You actually like her dressed in this?"

  "Sit on my face and tell me that you love me..."

  "It's okay, Fola love.  We'll stop shouting now, go back and
finish changing.  If Juzo doesn't want to come out with us, he
doesn't have to."

  The little elf smiled hopefully, "if you're sure."  He
vanished back into his room.  Hasegawa ran his hand through his
hair,

  "`Lis', listen - I'm sorry.  You just caught me by suprise.."

  "Are you.  Did I?"  She walked over to Benten, and slid into
his lap.  "So, Merill.  You like me dressed like this?"

  "Mm-hmm."

  "Oh, good."

  She slid her hand up Benten's face, cupping the back of his
head softly.  Gently he lowered his face to hers, and they began
to kiss.  Red lips meeting.  Pink tongues flicking, and teasing.
Hasegawa sat rock still.  He could hardly breath.  He couldn't
take his eyes off of the entwined arms, stop hearing the moist
noises.  Some red-hot emotion pulsed through him, no naming it
just yet.  He wet his lips, as his breath came in faster pants. 
*Bitch.  Cunt.  Whore.*  His eyes narrowed, pupils dilating. 
*Don't...  Stop...*  Benten's arms tightened about her waist,
pulling her closer to him, moving her hips closer to his crotch.

  With a gasp Hasegawa crossed the gap between the seats, and
clenched Melissa's wrist in a fist.  She yelped, pulling back
from Merill slightly, and stared directly into her lover's face.

  "That hurts."

  The constricting fingers snapped open, until only a ring of
fore-finger and thumb encircled her wrist.  

  "Let me kiss it better."

  Juzo's lips brushed her palm, he pushed the tight sleeve back
from her hand, and sat on the edge of the couch.  He laid
urgent, butterfly-light, kisses all over her hand, and wrist.

  "Good idea...", Merill murmured.  He lifted Melissa's other
arm and began to nibble the skin, sucking to draw blood
painlessly to the surface.  Hasegawa unzipped the front of the
suit, with his free hand, sliding in to rest his fingers over
her heart.  Feeling it beat hard against him.

  "Well.  This is a sudden, unexpected, change in attitude from
both of you."

  Benten raised his head a little way, briefly giving his mouth
freedom to speak, "I'm mercurial, he's just inconsistent."

  "And inconsiderate, and insatiable..."

  Hasegawa said nothing, merely moving his attentions to the
exposed shoulder.  Melissa shuddered with delight.

  "And just where do you think you're going, Merill?", she said.

  "Ooh, just over here."  An agile tongue found her earlobe, and
throat.  Opening her eyes fully, Melissa saw a slender, elven,
version of herself watching the scene with delight.  She blew
Fox a little kiss, and he puckered his gorgeous mouth in a
mirror movement.

  "You see, you two," he cooed, "I just KNEW you'd like to see
Melissa dressed up.  Doesn't she look dangerous, and delicious?" 

  Hasegawa nodded absently, he might - just might - have made up
for his earlier outburst.  Moving closer to whisper in her ear,
"sorry, sorry, sorry..."

  "Well, Merill?"  Fox voice sounded like warm velvet, "and what
do you think of my version?"  He raised his arms above his head,
and turned in a graceful parody of Melissa's earlier bump, and
grind, turn.  Benten surveyed first the swelling, rolling,
curves of her full 



                                                                
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body - straining the seams of her outfit; then turned his
attentions to his ethereal lover.

  "Most beautiful boy, you are as lovely as ever; but next to
her - in that get up - you look like a twiglet, in a bin-bag."

  All action froze, Melissa - and Juzo - wincing in unison.

  "I see.  Thank you for letting me know."  Fola span
gracefully, and walked in dignified silence back to his room.

  "Oh, shit," Melissa breathed, as she slid off of Benten's lap,
"I think you'd better go in there and talk to him, Merill."

  "Yes, you're right," he agreed miserably.  "Sorry, I don't
think we'll be able to go out tonight now."

  "That's all right.  Never mind - we'll go some other time." 
Benten moved off towards the sound of muffled misery.  "Ah,
Merill," Melissa mused, "that wasn't very clever - or kind."

  "No, but it was accurate."

  "Oh, yes.  I'd forgotten about you.  Are you over your
`shock'?  Are you really telling me that in all the time you've
lived with me, you've never been through my wardrobe?"

  "Well, yes I have, of course.  But I thought it might have
been fancy dress."

  Melissa just regarded him, arching one eyebrow.

  "I know.  Stupid of me.  Do you still want to go out?  I pay
for everything."

  "No, you silly twat, I'm not in the mood any more.  I tell you
what `though; if you don't fancy going out with me dressed like
this - how do you feel about staying in with me dressed like
this?"

  "It doesn't really matter, you won't be dressed like it for
long."

  "Macho shit-head!"

  "Sugar tongued seducer."   

  "Come on then, carry me," she held her arms out, then wrapped
them about his neck.

  "Any particular reason why," he asked - lifting her
effortlessly and walking back towards their own room.

  "Just how far do you think I can walk in these heels anyway?"

  "Just far enough to get a reaction."

  "You know me so well."

  The door closed resolutely behind them.







































                                                                
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