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400 Years Apart	By : Cynthermes Category: +M to R > Mirage of Blaze Views: 4238 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Mirage of Blaze and its characters solely belong to Kuwabara Mizuna. I’m just going to creep into a corner of her sand box and play the part of a wannabe historical writer. No profit has been made in the construction of this story.

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Chapter Five:

Consummans Matrimonium

A/N: Naoe wakes up in a purgatorial place and in this parallel universe encounters the orb of eros that revived the core of Takaya’s body. The orb transforms into a familiar human shape. Was this shinrei really Kagetora?

Disclaimer: (See chapter one)

Warning: The ever confusing *time slip unfolds and continuing lime or lemon for our favorite pair!

“Have you ever heard of a spiritual marriage?” A young man wearing a white kariginu¹⁵ asks the one decked in blue who responds icily,

“I don’t understand the purpose of this conversation.”

The man in white laughs quietly as if he found this reply amusing. “I’m simply trying to find ways to pass the time. Aren’t you plagued of boredom?”

Two young men wearing kimonos centuries apart in design rests on a hilltop overlooking a spring field of sakura trees. A single giant sakura tree stands between the two of them like a parent silently watching over its scions.

The one in white flowed in harmony and intricacy while the one in blue radiated a single piercing intensity. A white crane and a blue raven making the most progress in their small nest.

“How much longer do I have to stay here?” The raven demands already more than impatient.

“For as long as it takes until you witnessed the end result,” The crane replies calmly.

“Why do I feel like that the images I see are not mine?” Glaring tiger’s eyes in smoldering amber doesn’t produce its usual effect on the receiver.

“You and I are somewhat kindred spirits in this paradoxical world. Our souls have become hopelessly intertwined that one does not see where the other begins and where the other ends. I’m afraid you just have to see this through, anyway you wished for it.”

“You’re talking in riddles again!” The more temperamental of the two lashes out.

“A person with a confused heart thinks that everyone around him speaks in riddles. I speak plainly, but you accuse me of telling lies. I was summoned for aid in bizarre means that eludes me. A dragon with tremendous powers appeared before me carrying a glass-like object. The moment I touched its cold surface, I woke up in this place with you beside me.

The dragon told me, “Fulfill my little one’s wish.”

I couldn’t grasp what those words meant until I saw light gathering from your unconscious form. All that light went inside me and then against my will we are suddenly one entity.

Feeling your thoughts, knowing your feelings, living through your experiences, it dawned on me that you seek answers that only I can provide. Are you not having the same… dreams as I?” This comprehensive telling douses the fire of wild temperament.

“Your… dreams? Is that what I see?”

The crane acquiesces with a simple nod. “My dreams shall sate your thirst of the unknown so have more patience until then.” A long wide sleeve brushes affectionately against the raven’s cheek.

White robes rustle against the grass before the predecessor turns his back and returns under the shade of the sakura tree. His palms press on the strong bark while he murmurs a prayer, asking guidance for this lost one.

The lost one eventually falls into despondence. “I wonder if that man drowned in the lake trying to save that fool…”

“You want to know what happened to your protector.” The crane asks in barely a whisper, melts into a pool of white liquid, and rematerializes before him. “You know, I can grant you a little time.”

“It’s no use. We’re both trapped here aren’t we, so how can you…?” A cool, plaster-white finger silences him.

“If you wish to save your mind from a few more scars, you will stop pretending for once.” The wiser drops a hint or two of valuable advice.

“You wouldn’t understand the reason why I…” The shinrei of Samegao-jo falters.

“The reason why you both keep such lengths to delicately unbalance the scales every single time it borders on equilibrium?” Laughing, the all-knowing descendant of the Genji happily finishes for him.

“Just once,”

“Eh?”

“I’ll haunt him through the connection he has made with me.”

“It certainly is fun being an onryou.” The tiger-eyed lord ignores the offhand comment and waits for the anvil to fall. “This wouldn’t be an easy feat if your protector didn’t create a medium in the current body that you possess. Therefore,” The kariginu¹⁵ shimmers followed by porcelain white skin, then the whole of the crane’s body illuminates in a flash. “I’ll return a small shard of your ‘light’.”

The shinrei immediately felt himself shrinking like he was undergoing a complete reverse of a cell division. All the scattered particles in his body seem to gather inward until he was nothing but a compressed ball of consciousness.

The sorei¹⁶stands still as the orb of eros floats around him and watches it ascend slowly towards the sky, pushed against a kekkai¹⁷ that sparked in resistance before vanishing out of sight.

“I’ll leave our fate to you.”

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For how long ago was that? He had wasted precious stolen time just for the sake of this deprived man? Correction: He had gone the trouble of disrupting the time and space continuum, entering into someone else’s subconscious mind via a telepathic and spiritual connection just to provoke a certain retainer. And for what? To get himself harassed like the incident in that hotel room where he unknowingly unleashed Naoe’s mad beast.

He couldn’t be at fault then but now that his memories have returned… The action of pushing Naoe’s buttons was deeply ingrained in his psyche that it was almost a reflex.

Rough hands spreading his legs swiftly brought him into attention. “Unforgivable, your mind is elsewhere even at a time like this.” Naoe grabs Kagetora’s chin to look straight into those frightening eyes.

“What is it to you if I find those dead trees more interesting than your existence, Nobutsuna?” Kagetora spits these words on his face and turns away… rejecting him again.

Those eyes,

Those accusing eyes…

“So you’re still not done after all.” The larger man cracks his knuckles and looks devilishly prepared for the kill.

Kagetora doesn’t look at him until a rustling sound and a soft material encircling his wrists had him thrashing madly like a fish out of water.

“Sorry, it’s too late for that now Kagetora-sama. As I said earlier, you can’t escape.” Naoe tugs at the knot securely rendering his master’s hands useless and continues where he’s left off.

“Untie me, you sick bastard!” Kagetora continues to struggle but to no avail.

“Oh? But it adds on to the excitement, don’t you agree? A little bondage won’t hurt.” With his tie out of the way and put into better use, Naoe undoes the third button and the fourth.

Five scratch marks…

The culprit tries very hard not to flinch at the sight of Naoe’s bare chest and the red streaks that mar it. “Proud of your handiwork, my lord?” He trails his fingers on the small cuts. With eyes closed he concentrates on the feel of them like they were the best thing that happened to him.

Kagetora opens his mouth and closes it again. He wanted to look away now. The sight was just… he couldn’t even find the right words to express the atrocity of the spectacle before him.

Naoe’s mind was deeply scarred. Its state could not simply be called insanity.

Was this his doing?

How could he have caused so much damage?

It was Naoe’s turn to speak his thoughts, “Guilty?” He asks before shrugging off his dress shirt. It couldn’t have made any difference if he left it on. The wet material practically embraced his well-built and shapely physique. “Don’t look down on me.” He whispers getting skin to skin with the object of his obsession.

The heated contact made Kagetora suddenly feel feverish.

Dishevelled azure robes, tussled long hair, flushed crimson, breathless in anticipation of what was to come… Naoe devours the feast laid out openly with his eyes, hands, and mouth. “I don’t need your pity.” He kisses the side of that delicate neck and licks a hot trail up to that ear. “I need your screams.” He knew what was coming when he heard it. A sharp, livid intake of breath; Kagetora was angry.

Good, you don’t know you’re more receptive to this when provoked, Naoe was unmoved. He turns his master’s rage into liquid passion in his hand and watches those amber eyes go wide and roll upwards in ecstasy.

Kagetora gasps overwhelmed with sensation, his anger forgotten. He tries to hold back a moan when his more experienced lover rubs his sensitive slit in sure strokes. “Hnn…!” Just this and he was a sticky mess in Naoe’s hand.

If this goes on…

Already rich waves of pleasure were coiling snakes around his hips and slithering between his legs. With each pump of that lascivious hand coaxes lustful sounds spilling out of his lips.

“Nn…! hnn… No!” He finally manages to get a word out after several deep breaths. Naoe doesn’t let up though, grasps him tighter and strokes vigorously making his hips shake and belly quiver wantonly in hot pleasure.

He’s without mercy… Kagetora was about to lose it. How could he let things spin out of his control this fast? A moment ago he was still fighting his lustfully persistent retainer but now he was lying down and enjoying these shameful acts? I can’t let him think like I’m some docile woman! “Stop!” He cries against the building euphoria.

His almost reached climax and it brought him on such a high he was dizzy.

Naoe does indeed stop as per his command but that didn’t make him breathe any easier or make his heartbeat slow down. Amidst the loud pounding of his heart Kagetora hears the noise of a zipper fly opening.

He swallows at the sight of a fully naked Naoe licking traces of his precum all over his fingers. The evidence of his pleasure was staring him right on the face.

Is this still a dream? Could entering someone’s subconscious mind bring such vivid and tactile experience on par with reality?

“Finally liking what you see?” The larger man purrs and grinds their equally excited manhoods together.

“N-Nao—!” Hot demanding lips seal off his words of curses and lies. Naoe kisses him hungrily, devouring his breath and sucks his tongue like a starving beast. He almost suffocates but the ravenous mouth latches onto him and doesn’t let go until that tongue reaches the depths of his throat.

To taste his own denial, his shame, and his unwanted desire for this man was the worst humiliation Naoe could inflict on his pride. Pride… was there any left for him to grieve?

Naoe releases his lips only to leave more bruising kisses on his neck and shoulders. For each particularly sensitive place, he leaves a mark of possession and watches with wild eyes as his prey continues to make pitiful attempts to free himself from his tight bonds. He could’ve laughed in triumph over his master’s helplessness if he wasn’t so caught up in his hunt for pleasure. Go ahead, why don’t you use your powers to run from your mad dog?

Reason and control seem too far from his reach in his severely aroused state. How could one man have such power over him? When had he given so much away? Large, callous hands grasp places that make him flinch and squirm. Naoe palms his hips, squeezes his thighs, and gropes his ass, bypassing the throbbing spot aching to be touched. Kagetora bites a whimper. Now that he needs it badly, he has rejected the touch that could give him relief. This was torture. He wouldn’t be surprised if he were in hell.

A single tear slides down his cheek and becomes lost on his hair. “Don’t be impatient, we’ll get there.” Naoe murmurs soothingly before paying more attention to those slender inner thighs. Kagetora quivers and suffers even more as that tongue laps up droplets of sweat on the crevice of his pelvis.

His bound hands dip below the water; his fingernails scraping on loose wet soil. It doesn’t prepare him when something wet and flexible curls inside the soft folds of his tingling entrance. He utters a bewildered groan, his legs jerk, and his entire body curves deliciously when the pointed tip wriggles on that spot.

A slick finger suddenly joins the exploring tongue and then quickly followed by another that the pleasure burns too sweet he thought he would pass out.

Not even a slight reprieve, Naoe thrusts those fingers thoroughly but slowly, widening the passage, coaxing it to relax. His tongue works in tandem for lubrication and delightful diversion. Naoe forces himself to concentrate on this task. Like Kagetora he was now in tremendous pain. But he endures it. Failure meant he would think nothing of the other’s comfort and just instinctively ram it in.

Kagetora’s ragged breathing distracts him ultimately. Their eyes meet and Naoe forgets to think entirely. The look in those smoldering eyes…

Fully-dilated tiger’s eyes command him to take what he wanted. You better hurry up before I change my mind.

It was all Naoe’s been waiting for. He unties those imprisoned hands urging them to wrap around him while he positions those legs wide for penetration.

Placed in the most vulnerable situation, Kagetora doesn’t notice in the slightest. His mind was already too far gone in his need. They couldn’t have connected more than this…

With trembling hands, Naoe brings their bodies together and sinks himself into that moist heat. Kagetora howls purely wrought with emotion spurring the man inside him for more. Now that he couldn’t speak, his body communicates with such raw honesty Naoe abandons his quest for self-satisfaction and fulfills the other instead. He was buried deep within the object of his desire and he pants, eyes closed, brow furrowed, he was in agony. He wanted this too much, so much that he couldn’t bear it.

As he gives in and pounds ruthlessly the places that drive his master insane, Kagetora’s fingers become claws on his back, dragging down trying to desperately hold him there to where it feels the most… wonderful. So this where you want me? Naoe smiles down at the twisted form of his currently unsatisfied master. Their bodies were glistening with sweat and water droplets, their muscles tight with tension and effort, Naoe answers those carnal pleas ramming one particular spot with furious thrusts.

“Nn…a…oh…e… Hrnnghh! Ungh!” It seems his hard work was well appreciated.

“You like that, huh? It would be easier for both of us if you join in the work and move with me.” Despite the haze of pleasure clouding both of their minds, Naoe was still capable of making Kagetora flush a deeper shade of scarlet by these scandalous words.

Humiliation: it clears the quagmire of Kagetora’s mind a little. “You!” He almost pulls away from the embrace.

Of course Naoe doesn’t let that happen. He grabs his forever stubborn lord’s arms and pulls him to sit on top of his lap. Kagetora gasps in shock. The new position causes the swollen flesh to sink deeper into him. He feels for the first time how wide he was stretched to accommodate the big, pulsing thing inside. He gives his protector a startled look. If they were to join like this in the physical world, he would suffer a great deal of pain. But Naoe ever the opposer proves him wrong again. In a futile attempt he pushes his palms against that heaving chest as their resumed thrusting wrings more screams of passion from his parched throat.

Something was happening. The burning fire coiling around his belly rages rampant without a way out. His overstimulated insides yearn for only one thing. His body had starved carnal fulfillment for too long… actually 400 years too long. If it were denied now he would surely bear unspeakable torment. Caring not for cold pride or false innocence he lets go…

He meets Naoe’s thrusts with the same vigor, kisses him hungrily with more fervor, and allows himself to be completely ravaged. Naoe doesn’t register the odd change in his beloved and eagerly devours his skin, marks him possessively, sucks his nipples, gropes him in tender places, and savagely fucks him until Kagetora with eyes so wide, arches, convulses, and his mouth falls open for a soundless cry of pleasure. Orgasm hits them abruptly with a myriad of raw sensations, unspeakable rapture, and indescribable bliss that left them both winded, incoherent, and staring blankly at each other for long moments immeasurable.

The master recovers first, “I was wearing the same kimono when I was ravaged for the first time.” Kagetora confesses as if he was talking about the weather.

“What?” Naoe starts and leans on his side to peer into his face. They were both lying down, naked on the water having collapsed on the aftermath of their… strenuous activities.

“It happened 400 years ago and it was against my will.” Kagetora continues in the same monotone.

“Are you saying that you regret what we have done?” The pleasant afterglow lingering in his body was suddenly absent leaving him cold and empty.

His lord doesn’t answer, bestowing him one unreadable stare before sitting up. Naoe’s hand instinctively reaches for that face. Look at me.

“Don’t touch me.” The tiger growls and bears his fangs making the protector hesitate. In the end Naoe’s hand falls limply down his side.

Kagetora stands and tries hard not to flinch when he felt something other than water dribble down the inside of his thighs.

Naoe looks down in defeat only to spot white droplets of fluid on his abdomen and chest.

“Naoe!” The raven-haired young lord fights another blush from tainting his face.

“My lord?”

“Robe me. I don’t care if they’re wet. I feel exposed.” These words held absolute authority leaving Naoe no room for argument.

They avoid looking at each other while they slip once more into the convenient roles of master and servant. “Come with me. I have something to show you before my time runs out.”

Naoe stifles several questions forming in his lips and just silently follows his master like a second shadow.

TBC~

15 – informal inside garb worn by male aristocrats during the Heian period

16 – Literal meaning (ancestor + spirit). They show great wisdom and protect the living.

17 – Spiritual barrier

Post A/N: *Sits in a corner… I’m not confident with this smut. Well I wrestled with this chapter as well. *Sweatdrops
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