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400 Years Apart	By : Cynthermes Category: +M to R > Mirage of Blaze Views: 4238 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 34:

ULTIMARINA, Pearl in the Deep: Part 10

A/N: Loved by her beloved, loved by all men, she weighed herself down the sea never to return to the land of the rising sun.

Warning: Explicit, M/M, NaoeXSaburo. No readers below 18 years of age please. Need I say more?

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He knew it had to be sooner or later.

Kakizaki Haruhie was one not fit for maintaining facades and keeping secrets. Most of the time he was an unrolled piece of paper: easy to read and decipher. Therefore, when he was taken as a hostage of the Hojo, it took sheer determination and strong will not to cave in to the enemy and blurt his real identity to the person who had been closest to him and the only one he genuinely trusted and cared for so much that he had even forgotten his own plight.

The appearance of Naoe Nobutsuna had awakened his longing for home, for Echigo and then confusion stirred in him.

Because seeing those eyes so full of hurt, shock, and betrayal nearly made him want to declare his heart's desire and that is to pledge loyalty to the young lord, Hojo Saburo.

Saburo-gimi had finally discovered that Ueda Haruhie was in fact Kakizaki Haruhie… A vassal of Uesugi.

The illusion that the youth had at least one companion in facing his indeterminate fate with the Uesugi had shattered.

Hojo Saburo was now completely alone both against his supposed captor, Naoe Nobutsuna and another Uesugi who posed as his page but was actually one of the enemy as well.

He had been tricked, made a fool of and he wasn't going to take it lightly. Before Haruhie could reach for him, Saburo had swiftly turned towards their small cabin and was about to lock himself in when a faster Naoe managed to wedge himself between the door. Using his superior strength, he forced his way inside. As the pair were shut in, Haruhie had no way of finding out what was happening on the other side.

Now only the calmer waves, dark greyish clouds, and the slowly emerging moon provided him company.

Who would have thought that this day would turn out to be when his identity would be revealed to Saburo? He and Naoe had thought the youth asleep and didn't bother to tone down their voices. They ended up discussing the very reason he had set foot at Hakone as an emissary in hopes of explaining the absence of his father's army and seeking aid for reasons he was yet to divulge further before they were suddenly interrupted by a disbelieving, "What is the meaning of this?"

Haruhie turned the question at himself. What had he been meaning to do when he pursued Saburo? What was he about to say? An apology? He was just about to explain himself. He wanted Saburo to understand. He wanted to remain by Saburo's side… regardless of his lineage… his eyes widened at the shocking truth of his intent.

Was he willing to forget about his father and abandon the task set upon him for this scion of the Hojo?

He would be betraying the Uesugi and everything he had worked hard for in staying firm and reticent in his captivity was all for naught.

For a youth that was soon to be a hostage, a mere tool for war, would it be worth it?

However, a sliver of doubt remains for besides himself: would Naoe Nobutsuna let the one who owned his heart to fare helplessly alone in Echigo?

Earlier…

…

It was not even long enough since he made it clear that he was going to pointedly ignore the man patiently waiting for him to eat and spend the rest of the day in his comfortable cocoon of blankets when his stomach protested and suddenly growled loudly.

Hunger pains he had not felt for the past moments now gnawed unceasingly at his belly. It felt so empty and churned with so much acid that he thought he would be sick. Saburo braved the embarrassment, emerged from his cocoon and sat up only for Naoe to arrange the tray of food before him and place the chopsticks in his open hand.

The youth stubbornly moved away. "I can feed myself without you fussing over me!" He huffed.

Naoe who seemed to be deaf to his protests was skilfully picking the fish's cooked flesh for him. "I don't want fish bones to lodge on your throat. By the way, I have brewed some ground tealeaves to warm your belly. Do you want a bowl of tea or cool rain water?"

And the man pacified his huffy spirit just like that. "I want tea." Saburo said quietly and the man stood up.

Naoe gave him a besotted smile. "Alright."

The youth felt his cheeks burn and hid it by stuffing his face with more rice.

The man returned with a steaming bowl in his hands, bent down and handed it to the youth. "Please be careful it's…"

"I know, I know." Saburo said impatiently took the bowl and blew over it before taking a gingerly delicate sip. It tasted very good. Not too sweet and not too bitterly tart like a medicinal broth a physician had made him drink when he was ill with a fever. It went down his gullet smoothly and invigorated his lethargic body. He liked it far too much and had to wonder, looking into Naoe's quite smug face how the man was capable of these not so manly tasks. "Do you need to sit attentively while I eat? Your presence could spoil my appetite."

The man had brought a makeshift decanter and refilled his empty tea bowl sparing him the need to ask before replying, "I see the exact opposite. You are down with one mouthful of rice. Plus, it's fascinating to watch someone eat so elegantly."

Saburo narrowed his eyes. "Do I have to repeat every single time that I'm not some graceful captive princess? Or does my words keep flying out of your head?"

"You move more gracefully than a princess. But I suppose it is only natural since my cherished one was brought up with such good manners." Naoe praised.

Perhaps it was only the youth's impulsive urges talking but the man's words made him think of not so innocent 'moves' and he bristled. "What. Did. You. Call. Me?"

Naoe had the nerve to playfully tap his nose and tuck stray hairs behind his ear. "Forgive me. I was merely jesting. I know my cherished one isn't a princess. He is much too brazen and skilled with a sword to be one."

Saburo swats the offending hand off his face and snatches the replenished bowl of rice helping himself after baring his teeth on the better swordsman who only laughed at his childish scowl. "Might I add that his appetite is so un-lady like?" With one hand, Naoe caught the sailing empty bowl deftly before it smacked him on the face. His tengu was so feisty when provoked that it was stirring something predatory in his high-strung state. He had held himself back so many times a night when the object of his desires was so close to him after all. "Do you want another refill?" His tone was nonchalant but his eyes were dangerously hooded. A starved beast was slowly waking and was about to raise its head.

The youth recognized the unnerving stare immediately for what it is and instinctively leaned back, jaw going slack and gaze widening like a threatened deer. It was a mistake for that is what exactly spurs a predator to pounce.

It surely didn't help that his loosened haori had opened, baring his milky-white chest; the sleeve almost falling off one shoulder enticingly when he had thrown the bowl. Naoe's heated gaze was tracing his exposed flesh like caresses and he froze on the spot. His instincts were whispering not to make sudden movements and he wisely heeded them for the man was very still himself, unblinking, and watching him with disturbing eagerness like the background had vanished and he was the only thing worthy of appraisal.

Naoe was soon very aware that the youth was unarmed and most of all naked underneath that his libido was already conjuring dirty images in his head: The youth remains petrified, staring back apprehensively at him when he makes his move. He slowly pushes the tray aside and crawls on top of the youth who stays still (it's too late anyway) and was almost transfixed at his obvious intent. He mouths his want on Saburo's ear before teasing its softness with his teeth. A small gasp and a shiver were his rewards and he presses the youth to lie down seducing him with a sensuous massage by his nape.

When silken black hair were free of its bind, Saburo rested on his back with his arms limp at his sides. He does not resist but continues to watch Naoe and see for himself what the man was about to do to him. The man does not waste precious time with the youth's strange submission. He unwraps the loose garment covering the youth to reveal supple skin, trails his lips like a procession of fire from arching neck to warm taut abdomen, and then returns for the things he had missed. He licks and teases the delicate nubs with his tongue and teeth making the youth finally utter wanton noises. He doesn't stop the attention: suckling the nipples and leaving warm wet trails and rosy marks on flat breasts while his hands creep from slender thighs and fondle the soft and sparsely haired sac.

Saburo makes a keening sound when Naoe grasps his blood-filled manhood and performs bold strokes, running his thumb on the moist head. With eyes tightly shut in pleasure, the youth's lips part for a soundless moan and the man purposefully takes advantage. Naoe slips his tongue inside, twines with youth's and ravenously eats his beloved breathless.

Fingers slick with saliva stretch and prepare Saburo's entrance for coupling. Naoe had coaxed and sweet-talked the boy to lick them for him while his other hand continue to have its mischievous way with healthy and eager flesh. Every so often Saburo would moan and whimper as he sucked Naoe's digits for the lewd strokes on his rigid member caused his knees to weaken and belly to flutter. The greedy and heavily aroused man only intensified matters by slyly encouraging the youth to swing his hips for him.

Scandalized, Saburo turns into a deeper shade of scarlet and if it were possible hardens some more. To ensure compliance, Naoe slows the ministrations of his hand much to the youth's frustration. Left with no choice and far too lost in his need, Saburo obeys just this once. The man salivates at the sight. His own turgid flesh was becoming rather painful as he watches and listens to his desire moan around his fingers as he coats them… the resounding vibration heightening both their states. Saburo moves his seductive body against the loosely fisted ring whose friction and calluses rubbed him to near orgasm.

Naoe senses the youth's urgency and stops. With his barely cooperating vocal chords, he told the youth to recline once again and couldn't help thickly commanding him to spread his legs. Past the point of reason, the boy easily does as he was told. He even dared to run his own hands up and down his parted thighs invitingly.

Like a baited predator, Naoe lunges on him. Working past the resisting muscled ring he patiently enters little by little until the lithe body surrenders and he was comfortably sheathed deeply inside.

Saburo wraps his legs around him and issues one irresistible order, "Move, Nobutsuna."

Slowly and cautiously at first, the needy youth quickly loses patience. "How dare you! I said stop treating me like glass! Harder!"

Naoe utters a bestial growl, slams the youth hard on the mildly rocking flooring and pounds against his pleasure spot furiously, madly.

"Ah… Ah! Ahh…!"

The youth's screams drive him wild and swiftly escalates to his climax.

They lose themselves to the sweetest ecstasy in the same instant and as Naoe spurts his seed generously within the youth, the roaring of blood in his ears does not stop. In fact, it does not cease until the harsh rushing noise compel the sated and still panting Saburo to ask, "Do you… hear that?"

"Do you hear that?" Saburo who was still very much clothed and sitting across from him asks more clearly.

"What?" Naoe blinks when he realized the fantasy was all in his head and jumps to his feet. It was the sound of rain.

Heavy rain.

"The laundry!" Naoe yells in alarm and runs outside the cabin.

Saburo couldn't help but shake his head and laugh after him. He simply was in awe that the man whom he feared and thought about to jump him (and he guessed correctly) was scurrying frantically for freshly washed clothes that were in danger of getting soaked in the rain.

Naoe had a surprisingly domestic side about him and the youth laughed some more. He couldn't picture the frightening swordsman, the powerful warrior monk and the attentive caring man to be all the same person. His laughs die down when he realizes that he was still practically naked beneath and that there was nothing amusing about his undergarment getting wet in the downpour and staying defenselessly nude for longer.

The door slides open and in came both a half-drenched Naoe and Haruhie each carrying an armload of rescued laundry.

Upon seeing him up and about, Haruhie dumps his share to Naoe's pile and rushes to his side. "Saburo-gimi! You're finally awake! I was so worried." The lad practically clung to him and he resisted the urge to push Haruhie away in embarrassment.

"You're soaked and I'm getting wet. Maybe you should have a change of clothes." Saburo said practically.

Haruhie blinked and let go. "I'm sorry! I was just so relieved that you're fine. You were so sick two nights before." The lad didn't see the narrowing of the man's eyes behind his back but Saburo did and he was staring skeptically at Naoe.

"I was sick?" The youth noted that Naoe's lips had thinned into a grim line.

Oblivious to the reproachful eyes boring through him, Haruhie continues, "You don't remember? You suddenly woke up in the middle of the night and vomited enough times I thought even your innards would come out."

The lordling tucks the knowledge of Naoe's reaction away for later and feigns more interest in what his page had to tell him. "I don't remember. Were you there when I was sick? Tell me everything that happened."

Haruhie was about to open his mouth when Naoe interrupted, "I was also there when you were sick, I tended you and sponge-bathed you as you slept."

Would the man ever stop in embarrassing him even in front of his page? "Haruhie, you merely watched as our captor did to me as he pleases?" Saburo couldn't help but feel… left unprotected for some reason. His earlier interaction with Naoe didn't make things better. The feeling of wanting to be wanted and not wanting to be wanted at the same time warred inside him. Naoe was a fool if he thought Saburo couldn't see the desire in his eyes.

"He was quick to take the responsibility from me, Saburo-gimi. But I warned him I would not hesitate to cut a blade through him if he does something inappropriate to you! Still I am ashamed I was unable to prevent his interference. You looked so at ease with his ministrations that foolishly had me lingering and doing nothing." Though Haruhie looked forlorn and probably angry with himself, Saburo bristled.

Which side was his page on? "Are you telling me you didn't snatch me from our captor's hands thinking I am comfortable in his care? Do I need to remind you, I blocked his killing blow for you? Between the two of us, it should be you who is incapable of trusting him!"

Haruhie flinched. That last bit of observation should have gone unsaid. Now Saburo-gimi was truly mad at him for his impossibly shameless mouth.

Naoe swiftly salvaged the scene before things could run out of control. His tengu was no fool. Saburo was shrewd and would pick out his' and Haruhie's sudden lack of animosity towards each other. "I threatened Ueda-san if he doesn't yield to my wishes."

His attempts made things worse. Saburo whips his head and turns to face Naoe. "Why are you supplementing each other's words? I didn't know the two of you suddenly became very friendly while I was out."

"If threats make you compliant then does that mean you would be more agreeable if I trussed you up and withheld this from you?" Naoe knew he had Saburo where he wanted him when the outraged face falters, changing to surprise and then utter embarrassment.

He snatched the dangling piece of cloth from taunting fingers. "You dare threaten me with this? Shame on you." The youth spat though it lacked real venom. He briskly turns his back on both Naoe and Haruhie as he properly attired himself.

"One capable of washing clothes has thought of your comfort before all else." Naoe gloated.

"I didn't remember telling you to wash my undergarment for me! Are you going to tell me I soiled it while I retched? You… lecher." Saburo couldn't help imagining Naoe thinking about dirty things as he laundered his loincloth. He mentally kicked himself and flushed. He was being so full of himself to go that far.

Meanwhile, Haruhie had gathered up enough gall for vengeance. "He stole my task for that as well. Saburo-gimi, I think our captor wants to show you how much of a better page he can be at your service."

Saburo did regain his dignity for that and smiled slyly at Naoe. "Indeed he would be." He proceeds to ignore them both and crawls for the futon. There was nothing to do but laze about anyway. Well-fed and… well-clothed, he failed to see both their confused and stung expressions for the lordling could either mean that Naoe would be a better page than Haruhie or the lordling could dismiss Haruhie from service and/or that Naoe was ridiculously competing for the role like a halfwit.

One thing was for sure: they were left baffled.

Across the cabin, they heard an articulate yawn. Naoe and Haruhie turned to see Saburo nodding off and soon was fast asleep at his side with his back to them.

Unwilling to call more attention to themselves, they stepped out when the rain ceased.

…

"You did not want me to tell him of your treachery." Haruhie said quietly. "You keep interrupting my telling of the night he was sick." It was merely an observation and not a rebuke… yet.

"If his wrath should befall upon me, it would be better if I incite it myself. Involving yourself unnecessarily would not be wise." It was sound argument but Haruhie suddenly felt himself triggered by something. His true purpose, his reason for being here, the circumstances surrounding his abduction at Hakone finally awoke from their slumber.

It seems the long wait was over.

He was no longer held hostage in the Hojo domain. So what was stopping him from immediately jumping to matters in dire need of attention and catching up for lost time? It was Saburo, he realized. A part of him had attached itself securely on the Hojo lordling's well-being and even his ties to the Uesugi could not destroy it.

"Do you find me unnecessarily involving myself when I came to Hakone only to be abducted by an agent of the Fuma?" Kakizaki Haruhie found his voice rising beyond his control. "Did you think I was a mere nuisance, a whelp in need of saving and thus got you delayed in your mission*? My father told me everything. I am not some ignorant fool. Even your commander, thought more worth out of me!"

(*Haruhie means the secret alliance between the Takeda and the Uesugi in subjugating the Hojo)

Naoe, a grown man, prudently did not fan the flames. He just made a gesture indicating that Haruhie lower his voice a bit. Haruhie ignored it of course. "Aren't you going to ask why the army that was supposed to help defend Hakone never came?"

The man sighed. Haruhie had the same temperamental side that could rival Saburo's it seems. The youth and their brashness and short bursts of anger, he thought wryly. "I was only waiting for you to tell me but it seems I have unwittingly provoked you in doing so."

The lad was unrepentant. "Yes you have. And even now, I wonder why… how could my father have placed so much trust in one man among all others? You… he said to come looking for you in the absence of the army."

There were lines of distress on the lad's strong face. He had held back from pouring out his troubles for more than a while, Naoe discerned with sympathy. "What has befallen your father? I sent him a message requesting for reinforcements. I have always wondered how it came to be that you arrived in his place." He clasped Haruhie's broad shoulders, comfortingly.

"Please do not think ill of my father. Kakizaki Kageie received word from you and was set to bring you aid. But on the day he was leaving for Hakone, he was stopped with orders from Kagetora-kou and that he was going to be investigated for treason. The grounds stated that he was conspiring with the Oda and giving them information about Echigo's military strategies. Knowing this, we understood that someone ignorant of the mission exposed Chichiue but was powerful enough to have sway over the other Uesugi retainers.

Naoe-dono, someone in the Uesugi has caused ruin on my father's reputation! We doubt the true origin of the command yet Chichiue was confident that upon Kagetora-kou's return he would finally be cleared of suspicion. I set out for Hakone as his representative to tell you what had happened to him and to uplift his honor. I, Kakizaki Haruhie bear my father's word to prove that he has not broken—"

"What is the meaning of this?"

Both heads snapped at the direction of the voice: Saburo who was very-much awake stood outside the cabin with a look of abject devastation on his face. Though Naoe failed to release his consoling hold on Haruhie, he knew by that expression alone that the youth… his tengu had heard everything. His mind started to race, recalling the uncharacteristic dismissive behavior and ambiguous words… He and Haruhie had played right into Saburo's trap.

Naoe underestimated him for it was an old trick to pretend asleep only to eavesdrop. He knew he should have taken more caution but it was too late now. Haruhie was unraveling from the man's protective stance and struggled to reach Saburo who tried to shut himself in misery.

Naoe moved and blocked his escape.

The power and sharpness of Saburo's glare threatened to make Naoe falter. The man almost backed away as he met the amber, fiery tiger's eyes but he did not. He endured their intensity, forced the youth to let him in as well and closed the door behind them.

"Was this all planned? What a fool I have been!" The youth lashed at him with a self-depreciating curse. When Saburo was in this mood, it was next to impossible to pacify him.

"No it was not. You were the one who brought the lad with you in the first place. You saw it, I was about to kill him if you had not prevented the blow." Naoe said calmly.

"You expect me to believe that now? For all I thought you could be feinting! Both of you!" His tengu's anger was hot, piercing, and unrelenting. It was tough to find an opening to try to reason with him.

"I had not planned in taking him with me. I was willing to abandon him for my selfishness. For you, I was—"

"Enough!" Saburo cut him off. "Stop with all the lies! We had an agreement. You earlier proposed to truss me up and subdue me with threats then do so! You are my captor, I expect nothing less!"

Something ugly unwound itself from Naoe's heart. "And here I was treating you with so much care and consideration." His lips twisted into a cruel smirk. Leave it to the youth to wrench the darkest, vilest, most malicious part of him. The man approached, grabbed the youth's wrists and pulled him close before he could resist. "You want to be tied up and beaten? I didn't know you had such perversions."

The youth's eyes widened. Naoe's dangerous whispering caused him to feel vulnerable. "What? That's not…!" He struggled to get free but the man simply laughed at his piteous helplessness.

"Oh? But you do. The rain saved you; I was just about to do those things you asked." Naoe licked a hot trail up the youth's ear.

Saburo hissed and craned his neck away, eyes flashing in disgust. "You filthy, lecherous man! Un...hand me this instant!"

Naoe was not fooled. Though Saburo was intent in pulling away from him, his cheeks flushed and an odd tremor in his voice showed the initial signs of carnal excitement. "No Saburo, you lie to yourself. Your body is trembling in want. You want me… and you want it to be rough and hard enough to hurt. You act virginal and play the part of an innocent? Yet wasn't it you who spurred me to draw more blood between your legs?"

The youth gasped in shock and hurt. He mentally recoiled from the man's words as if he had been physically struck.

A mortal blow.

Naoe had hit where it hurt the most and his knees almost buckled beneath him. He felt betrayed, humiliated, and terrorized. He felt lost… But it was true. This is what he deserved for hiding the truth. This is heaven's punishment for protecting his enemy and lying to his family. He was so wretched… an impudent fool who believed he was safe in the hands of this man.

An outburst of emotion hurled out of him. His ego and his pride won't go down without a fight. It refused surrender. It denied defeat. "Yes! Are you going to claim next that I seduced you? That I tried to win you over to my side? Of course I did! I'll be damned if I let a young woman die because of my selfishness! It is dishonorable to put our trysts above the life of a true innocent!"

Tormented rage clouded the man's sight. "Our trysts…?" He repeated in a harsh rasp. "I was nothing but a mere 'tryst' to you?" Naoe's voiced descended into deathly quiet, hurt. His fury shortly quelled, he reached into the face of his cherished one, searching his eyes for honesty.

Saburo took advantage of his lapse, pulled away but the man always caught on. He seized the youth's wrist and drew Saburo back towards him, still trying to find something in his beloved that could assuage the ache. But the pang of betrayal, of treachery dulled any softness in the dark amber gaze. With his other hand, Saburo forcefully tugged, punched, and scratched at the man's arm in desperation.

Naoe hissed in pain as bruising nails dug in his skin. He had done everything: broadened his understanding, tempered down his anger, and cast off his pride and yet Saburo still behaves this way. 'What can make you understand? I want you and you alone! I was ready to defy everything I stood for just for you! Yet you spat and cursed at me! Telling me that I am but a fleeting desire unworthy of your time!'

He shoved Saburo so roughly on the futon that the youth stumbled. "Tell me! Am I that insignificant to you? I declare you a man's feelings but you accuse me of lies!"

A strange sound came from the sprawled form and for an instant, Naoe thought the youth weeping but as lithe shoulders, shake and humorless laughter ring out his rage flared once more. He straddled a madly chuckling Saburo who stared defiantly at him. Words that tore like daggers held no sign of yielding.

"You… my abductor had feelings for me? Do not make me die of laughter! It is only lust that you would wish to keep me!" Saburo laughed some more and then his eyes squinted in bewildered anguish. "Why did I defend you all this time? I betrayed everyone in my family just to let you have your way! Do not think me for a fool! I know what awaits me in your domain or if you would desire to have me all to yourself… I would be living the life of a plaything! A slave at your beck and call! Should I start and call you my master?"

Naoe pressed his weight against the smaller frame and slammed his arms above his head in frustration. "Why do you think so low of me? Why do you regard yourself this way? I thought you more proud and more confident than that!"

The slender body squirmed against his suffocating embrace but realizing the futility of it gave up. "Oh? I do have confidence in myself or rather the so-called beauty you men keep telling me. But how could I place my faith in you who twice betrayed me with your fellow Uesugi?"

Keep struggling, the demon in Naoe's head whispered. Keep struggling and arouse me. He managed, "Haruhie did not betray you! If you heard everything and I'm certain you did, the Hojo had abducted and taken him hostage. If it was his intent, he could have killed you or harmed you any time. He was so close to you as a page after all. But he did not. He even defended you and put your safety above himself more than once!"

"Lies!" Saburo snapped through gritted teeth and was back to thrashing.

The demon in Naoe surged, more than enticed with the youth's careless display. He restrained the flailing body with bruising force and stripped him brutally of his clothes. "Why do you resist now? I thought you were decisive in my lording over your body. Aren't you going to let me do as I please?" Naoe purred darkly and cupped the youth's stirring manhood. He violently molested Saburo's pale throat with his hot mouth. He licked the sensitive skin of the old bite mark and suckled until bruises formed.

The youth lay naked and panted heavily from his efforts. He twisted and writhed every time Naoe touched his bulging sex and laved at his chest. No! He did not want this! Not like this! "Stop! No!" Liquid ecstasy threatened to drown him… it sent his defiance scattering in the wind. He shakes his head in denial.

The man teased and tormented the delicate fold between his legs. It made the youth savagely hard.

"Ah, I see you've employed your virginal pleas. Do not worry. There's no reason for me to go slow on you or to stop. I will not let you go until you are heavily sated and so filled with our seed. In fact I will do it to you until you lost your mind and mewl like a beast."

Saburo's eyes had gone very round. They reflected stark and genuine fear.

What had he done?

He had provoked Naoe beyond reason.

His instincts scream and wail for him to flee but there was no way out. He could only look down at the man's madly possessed eyes. Flinching, Saburo averted his face but punishing fingers grasped his jaw. Naoe licked the beads of sweat on his chin and again whispered. "Do not fear me. I will make you feel so good you would goad me to make you bleed. And once we are in my domain, you will be my sole object of desire. No one can take your place for your hole is more divine than a temple… the fluids you expel richer than the wine of the gods."

The youth felt a wet finger circle his opening and he tensed, alarmed. "Stop it! I tell no lies! Let… Guuhh!" The finger entered suddenly making his lower belly flutter, his blood gush, and a hot weakening sensation made his toes curl. To his horror, the head of his very erect member twitched and throbbed in the rhythm of his heartbeat.

Naoe moved his finger deeply in and out as his lips coaxed and treated a hardening nipple. "This… is not what I want! Uhhn…! Stop— Naoe!" Saburo yelled raggedly.

There was a crashing noise and the door burst open. Haruhie sprang towards them strongly and bodily shoved Naoe off the half-sobbing, half-shouting Saburo. He protectively cradled the nude and shaking body close. Haruhie murmured soothing and calming words to the distraught youth and then glared accusingly at Naoe. "What have you done to him! If I find him hurt, you will pay, dearly!" The lad threatened the man without reserve.

As if slowly coming back to his senses, Naoe stared at the pair and then at his own hands. Into them, he buried his face then slammed the heel of a palm against his head.

He took a shaky breath and left.

"Saburo-gimi…" Haruhie did not know what to say. He wished to reconcile with him, to make his beloved friend understand but surely not like this.

Saburo leaned away from him. He was not ready to forgive or to listen. Hiding his face at the crook of his arm, he sent even Haruhie away. "Leave me… alone." It was not a request.

"But, Saburo-gimi…" A welling of tears began in Haruhie's eyes.

"Leave me alone!" Saburo pushed him away, crept under the blankets and smothered his wails against the linen.

Haruhie hung his head in defeat but did not leave. He stayed close. He knew Saburo needed him. And not even his identity as Uesugi, Saburo's unforgiving self, or Naoe's selfish possessiveness can make him go away.

"I will always stay by your side." He whispered to the huddled form.

~TBC

Post A/N: Things between these three are turning into a fever pitch and Naoe is becoming mad at love without Nagahide's (guidance?). Please leave a review and tell me what you think. They inspire me to write faster.
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