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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 50:

Hokutoshichisei Arc: Part Eight

A/N: When the sickle-shaped seven stars appear in the sky…

WARNING: Explicit M/M (NaoeXSaburo) with barely a little euphemism to cover unsavoury parts. If you DISLIKE equal position in love scenes please click the BACK BUTTON now.

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Callused fingers encircled his wrist and guided his hand to rest at the center of a scarred chest, “Make love to me, Saburo.”

The youth’s cheeks remained flushed. “But I don’t… I have never…” Saburo spoke hesitantly.

The desire in Naoe’s eyes intensified. Saburo’s untouched innocence, naiveté, and shyness about the matter at hand was enticing him even more. The man pulled the slender body closer and whispered in his ear, “You have never penetrated a man or a woman’s body… is that what worries you?”

Saburo found Naoe’s hot breath on the sensitive shell of his ear distractingly arousing and he craned his neck away. “I was never inclined to promiscuity,” The lordling spoke with an almost evasive tone.

“Not even your contract, Saburo-dono? Are you telling me that you have not done it with him?” Naoe practically purred as his arms wrapped firmly around the youth’s waist keeping Saburo straddled securely on top of his reclining form.

The lordling could no longer escape and was basically under Naoe’s mercy. “Your words of submission and your recent actions do not agree with each other. Are you trying to lure me into an elaborate trap, Nobutsuna?” Saburo’s words were calm but he kept his face slightly averted.

“Your worries are unfounded. If you are inexperienced and unsure of how to seduce a man to receive you then let me be the one to guide His Young Lordship.” Naoe said softly while loosening his hold on the sprawled youth and with a gentle hand, coaxed Saburo to look at him again.

At first, Saburo resisted Naoe mostly because he has become very aware of the set of powerful, hard-muscled form that was alive and warm beneath him. He also could not stop himself from staring at the man’s half-proud object that coerced his mind to conjure dirty and lascivious images.

Saburo eventually felt the nervous eagerness of intimacy coursing through his body.

“It is because of you! If it were any other man I would not feel these uncertainties… this ineptness of being not good enough to claim you as mine!” The proof of the youth’s insecurities suddenly spilled.

Naoe frowned in concern. He recognizes Saburo’s feelings of worthlessness and self-doubt. “Please do not say that. This act of intimacy is not merely between two men who are lord and servant. I am offering myself to you, Saburo because of my unconditional love for you. I have loved you unwaveringly for so long that I am willing to do anything that is asked of me just to be with you.”

“That is exactly the problem! You respect me and obey me because you love me. A man who is as strong and as formidable as you… If it were not for your affection for me, you would leave me for another, more capable, master.” Saburo’s voice died along with the fire in his eyes. He appeared upset and disconsolate.

Naoe sat up and shed Saburo’s clothing. He made use of the opportunity while the lordling’s fierce intensity was momentarily tame. Naoe kneaded the youth’s sore back and caressed his nape. He planted his amorous lips on the curve of a fair neck. The complexion of Saburo’s skin was changing due to his longer exposure outdoors. He found the healthier, sun-soaked shade more attractive. “If I am indeed the strongest man in your eyes as you deemed me to be then you have nothing to fear. I shall only use my strength to your advantage and to protect your well-being. Furthermore, might is not everything. It is the inner strength: the one that you have which is most important.”

Saburo’s breathing became erratic in sexual excitement. He was currently nestled on Naoe’s lap while the man embraced and fondled his body. “…What are you… doing— Ah!”

Naoe grasped his semi-rigid manhood. “Is it not obvious?” He made a long nip on Saburo’s shoulder that left a bruise: his first brand of passion.

Saburo shut his eyes and gritted his teeth in an attempt to suppress his rough groans and whimpers while Naoe continued to stroke him deliberately… lewdly.

“I will make you hard enough to rut… Then I shall lie down and should I dare say… let you do my body as you please?” The man whispered and nipped more bruises on the exposed skin hungrily.

“I told you… I do not know how! Nnngh…!” Saburo managed while his flesh swelled with more blood trapped by Naoe’s skillful ministrations.

Naoe blindly grasped beside the pillow of his futon. Mustering enough self-control to contain his wanton fervour, he took a small jar of oil and poured the contents on both his and Saburo’s hands. The added silken friction was nearly able to make Saburo orgasm but Naoe perfectly knew what he was doing and dragged the sensation towards arousal alone.

“My hands are slippery… just what will you make me do with them?” The lordling groused much to Naoe’s amusement.

He could not help licking a wet trail from a tense jaw to a flushed ear. “So impatient…” Naoe commented. His touches, caresses, and strokes were making Saburo feel odd when they alternated attention between the hardened shaft, ball-sack, and buttocks.

“!” Saburo jerked when Naoe intentionally ran his fingers back and forth on the small space between the sac and anal opening. The lingering rub was creating a disturbingly pleasurable sensation.

“Do you like it?” Naoe murmured against Saburo’s throat.

The lump on the youth bobbed as he swallowed. “Yes…” He answered breathlessly.

“I would like you to do the same to me.” Naoe was already guiding Saburo’s well slicked digits.

“W-Why…?” Saburo made another shaky swallow. He was salivating with this simple prelude. Just a little more and he might completely lose his mind to the inexplicable bliss.

Naoe’s voice was now a bit unsteady with this reply, “Your touch in just this part of me feels very good because… do you not know?”

Shuddering, the youth just helplessly shook his head.

“You can indirectly stimulate a man’s weakness from here… just outside here.” If possible, Naoe’s words were enough to make the youth melt into his touch.

And then…

Naoe adjusted his position and to Saburo’s shock, guided the lordling’s fingers on the rosette of his hole.

“Touch me deeper, Saburo.”

“What? But I cannot… I possibly cannot do it.” If this goes on, Saburo thought he might die of shame.

“Go on. Put it inside… Just a single digit if you are afraid of hurting me.”

“No!” Panicking, the youth yelled stubbornly. “I… you might…” He shook his head again.

Naoe coaxed him patiently, sweetly, “The oil will make it easier and your fingers will prepare me for what is to come.”

“But…”

“Do you not want to pleasure me? I want you to make love to me… You yourself should know through experience how good it feels to be sundered… am I right?”

Saburo watched, wide-eyed as one of his fingers entered Naoe’s body. It was blisteringly tight inside Naoe who groaned as he directed the youth how to please him best.

Slowly, Naoe opened his slightly moistened eyes. “You are almost there. I can feel it. Push it deeper. More… Saburo,”

“But Naoe…” The lordling himself could not understand the combined need and desire engulfing him by seeing Naoe in lustful abandon like this. He felt himself getting so hard it was almost painful.

“You yourself cannot do it with another woman or man any longer. My jealousy and possessiveness have made sure of it. The poison in your body still lives. The only one you can flood with your seed is me. So take advantage of me… use me… copulate with me. Is this not the proper way of a loyal contract submitting himself under the will and virility of his master?”

This man…

Naoe had found the heart of his insecurities and had obliterated it with a single, well-contemplated act of selflessness.

“I just do not want to hurt you with my clumsiness.” Saburo said resignedly.

“But do you not want to bring me immense ecstasy instead? Please, Saburo. I do not think I can wait any longer…” Naoe’s brow creased and in the eyes of a doubtful Saburo, the man seemed to be having an inner struggle as he shut his eyelids while his frown deepened.

“We do not have to go through with this anymore.” Saburo spoke after a while. He very much wanted to withdraw from whatever sacrifice Naoe has compelled himself to make.

Naoe seized his wrist and kept their connection. “You do not trust me?”

Saburo could not meet his gaze when he said, “Have you done this with someone else before? Because I find it very hard to believe that you wanted to be sundered as you claimed.”

‘Someone other than him, he means…’ Naoe sighed and released Saburo’s hand. He felt strangely empty without his beloved’s intimate intrusion. “Every man is a young lad once. I am very… experienced, Saburo, if that answers your question.” He held the youth possessively once more before the lordling could slip from his grasp. “I find your jealousy truly endearing… my temperamental one—”

Saburo punched his arm. “Do not misunderstand.”

“Think of it this way: your passage inside my body would be one of the rites of manhood you can obtain. High-ranking lords have claimed a selected few of their most loyal vassals in this manner. It would be no different from the traditional customs of shudo. Even your brother, Ujimasa-dono can never accuse us of a wrongdoing if I received you during physical union…”

“You are blathering again, Naoe.” Saburo remarked but he was not by any means cross. This side of Naoe… when he (Naoe) talks too much to explain something to make him (Saburo) feel better was quite charming though the youth would never admit it.

Saburo’s hardened length throbbed. He winced, “Tell me… what to do…” He commanded anxiously as his body’s baser instincts to copulate rose to the fore.

“Another…” Naoe answered with a deep purr making Saburo shudder as the man grasped the base of his shaft firmly to prevent any stray fluid to escape from the tip.

The youth squinted at the unbearable tenseness of his flesh against Naoe’s strict ministrations. “I won’t come yet… damn you,” He growled but was too startled to be led once again towards Naoe’s opening to be truly enraged.

“Another finger… Make me loose this time. I want you so badly…” Naoe buried his face on the sweaty line of his shoulder, inhaled his salty musk, licked and then sucked another bruise.

With shakiness that was either eagerness or nerves, Saburo dipped his digits in more oil before complying with Naoe’s needy instruction.

Naoe groaned once more and lifted his jaw. Two this time made their way to stroke the inner walls of his passage. He was still tight but his beloved’s fingers were slender and smooth. If only Saburo could find his sacred spot…

“I am not hurting you… am I? I do not want you to accidentally castrate me in revenge.”

Naoe reopened his eyes. “The… adorable things you say…” He silenced the wilful Saburo with his mouth.

The youth made a sharp intake of breath before surrendering to the man’s sensual lips and tongue. Being devoured like this by Naoe as they prepared each other’s intimate places was oddly stimulating.

When Saburo gulped for air, Naoe licked his lower lip as if he could not get enough. “Pleasure me, Saburo. Touch me…”

“Here…?” Saburo was starting to learn how to please his lover instead of the other way around.

“Curl them a little…”

“Like this…?” He kept gently touching Naoe inside, wanting to please, to hold the man that has become essential in his life.

Naoe uttered a soundless moan and the way he suddenly clasped Saburo was an indication of his pleasure. His tongue invaded the youth’s mouth once again. The minute undulations of his hips made Saburo blush some more in wanton embarrassment. Naoe was behaving so submissively… wild. It was quite unlike his usual dominating self.

“Enough Beloved,” Naoe said, hissing as Saburo’s digits left the warmth of his body.

The man eventually lied down and brought Saburo on top of him. They simply held each other while attempting to control their ragged breathing. “Perhaps, I am now ready to take you inside me.”

Saburo propped himself on hands and knees over Naoe’s broad frame. Like a graceful feline eying its much larger meal he studied Naoe’s face. “If I become too rough… tell me and I’ll try to slow down.”

Naoe combed his fingers on the silken black curtains of Saburo’s long hair. “You are a very considerate lover. It is a pity that no woman would come to know of your gentleness.”

“Says the cause of such ill-fate.” Saburo’s slender form quaked when Naoe played with and fondled his arched flesh. “Uhhh… Let…go!”

“Let me feel you for a while longer…” Naoe watched him from below like he were a most succulent feast.

Saburo made the mistake of looking at Naoe’s engorged manhood and felt his apprehension growing. Surely, the man would not roll over and sleep once Saburo was done would he?

“Naoe…!”

“Is it painful not to be inside me already?” There was a lilt of malice in Naoe’s tone as he carefully stroked the proud head.

“You… are going to make me… come!” Saburo resisted the urge to thrust against Naoe’s sinful hand.

Naoe responded by spreading his legs and coaxing Saburo to close the gap between them.

Saburo refused Naoe’s insistence only for a while. He had to collect his thoughts. Something does not feel right. Naoe’s gaze was too dark… too impassioned… too ravenous. A demon of lust lurks behind his calm, servile façade. Was he willing to risk himself to sink into the pit of ambiguous oblivion?

The youth was aghast when he felt himself getting more excited to be in such a precarious position. Is it because it is with this man that he found it irresistibly tantalizing?

“Come to me, Saburo.”

The poisoned honey-like words spilled forth and Saburo succumbed. He pierced Naoe’s moist, slightly resisting entrance and his knees weakened even before he got inside all the way.

So tight…

So hot…

He was about to go mad from the blissful pressure.

Saburo uttered one wounded moan after another. He could not recover fast enough… he was overwhelmed. “Ahhh… Naoe… Ohh… too much…”

“!”

The man held onto his preternatural discipline and wrapped his long sturdy legs around Saburo and pushed him further.

Being buried so deeply inside Naoe… the youth could not form a single coherent thought. He bit his lip until it bled shallowly to grab onto a shred of sanity. The pain revived his awareness and he gasped for his ever evasive breath.

Naoe licked his lip and stroked his straining neck. His limbs remained locked over Saburo however as he whispered, “I’ll let you do true lovemaking once you have grown into a man, Saburo. So right now, you can come by staying completely sheathed like this if you move your hips just enough.”

“You said to pleasure you so tell me how to move properly, damn it.”

“You are afraid, are you not?” Naoe’s hands violated the lithe chest by squeezing taut, rosy nipples. He dared to clutch and grope the firm, round globes of the youth’s ass.

“Stop… Stop this…” Saburo could not trust Naoe’s soft voice against the frightening expression that seemed intent to drain every last drop out of him.

The man’s large organ pulsed between their bodies. Tried as he might, Saburo could not banish the sight of it and its obvious wanting.

“Just move Saburo… your pleasure is what fulfils me.” Naoe cajoled. Slowly but thoroughly, he swayed against the flesh trapped within his sanctum.

“Unhh… No… Ahh…!” Saburo went as far as resisting against his own rapture. He could not let Naoe consume his strength… He knew what was coming for him in the aftermath.

“Come, move your hips. Take me, dominate me, embrace me as if I were your woman.”

Saburo finally crumbled. He was claiming Naoe furiously and he was taking as greedily as he wanted… sinking fast and deep into Naoe’s depths. Gorging into Naoe’s flesh until he could not hold out anymore, he arched painfully with a harsh gasp. Trembling, he began to pour into Naoe until he could no longer ejaculate and collapsed. His softening manhood remained imprisoned within Naoe.

For a moment, the man was contented to stay just like this but the darkness within him… the demon of lust was licking its lips. Its appetite for Saburo was never sated.

…

Saburo hazily became aware that he was still joined with Naoe and panicked. He had seen the burning need in Naoe’s eyes and he knew the man’s time for complete subservience was over. This great intensity of Naoe’s desire had frightened him before when it suddenly surfaced on his provocation as they sailed at sea. He did not want to experience once again the depraved state of one who loved and pined for another so fiercely.

However,

The person who drove Naoe in this extent of longing… was Saburo himself. And the youth was torn between exhilaration and dread when Naoe sensed his movements and prevented his hasty retreat. “Running away, are we?”

The man flipped them over so that Saburo was beneath and trapped within his larger frame. Naoe placed himself so that he would not suffocate the slender youth.

Saburo on the other hand, yelped at the sudden motion. He was pushed against the bedspread on his stomach and there was no way he could nicely tell Naoe to budge.

“Wait. Give me time to… rest.” Saburo spoke nervously as a last resort to save himself.

Naoe ignored his pleas and stroked his hips as a prelude before raising them to suit his obvious shameless intention.

With his knees nudged apart, his behind was exposed. Slightly quivering either from the cold or Naoe’s rapt attention… Saburo’s face reddened some more. The man was only staring and apparently enjoying the view far too much.

“If you do not stop that I am going to kick you in a place where it would hurt most, Naoe.” Saburo growled despite his vulnerable position.

“I did not know that savouring your body with my eyes would affect you so much, Young Lord.” Naoe murmured sinisterly and drew ever closer.

The lordling cursed his wilful mouth when he unintentionally goaded Naoe to take action sooner than the latter intended. It was too late however as Naoe’s hand snaked towards his belly to grasp the stirring length below. Naoe played with the delicate fold until the head emerged and meticulously stimulated the slit. Saburo groaned and squirmed until he was gasping. It was a mistake to let Naoe hold him each time when he could do nothing but give in to such heated caresses.

“Do you realize that there is not a power in this world that could stop me from coupling with you at this very moment?” Naoe felt the hardness in his palm twitch and smirked.

“Your desire knows no bounds,” Saburo rasped but was very aware of the way his flesh helplessly responded to the man’s ardent words.

Naoe did not let go of Saburo even when the youth resorted to pulling away. Saburo uttered in a breathless voice that he was “too sensitive it was unbearable” because he just came. The man with a sudden surge of blind passion wrestled Saburo down the futon until he inhaled the essence between shaking thighs.

Saburo let out a strangled moan when Naoe’s tongue extended to collect pearly fluid that slightly welled from the shy pit. “Unh! Stop…! No more…mmh…”

The man did not respond and to Saburo’s indignation, raised his legs higher to lick his sac and to moisten the puckered bud. Despite his protests, Saburo could not deny the steady bursts of pleasure stabbing at the center of his hips. Naoe was not unaware of this and regarded Saburo’s flushed, sultry form beneath his dark lashes, “Who do you think drove me in such a state of craving? Do you suppose I will let you go free tonight?”

Saburo knew that when Naoe was in this state there was no escape. He could only shake his head.

And just when the youth closed his eyes tightly to receive the brunt of Naoe’s frenzied lust, the man hastily gathered himself back. “Damn it, Beloved! I… I can’t hold myself together because it has been so long! Even the most virtuous man would go mad if he does not copulate with the object of his yearning! I wish I were a more tender lover but at this rate…!” With the last dregs of rationality, Naoe managed to heave himself off the spread-eagled body of Saburo.

The man hastily put on his night robe and strode towards the window, hoping to calm the raging fire searing his loins.

Surrounded by the night air he took deep, even breaths but his desires were barely abating.

Naoe started when he felt a hand on his sleeve. “You were afraid of hurting me.” Saburo said softly. In the corner of an eye the man noted that the youth was still naked and defenseless. Cursing inwardly, he averted his wayward gaze.

“Naoe… this proves you truly hold me dear. I cannot help but be genuinely moved.”

The man could only stand motionless and felt the fine hand guiding his own to rest on a smooth warm chest. “I think I am ready to be made love to.”

“Not yet…” Naoe murmured and kneeled down.

Saburo stiffened and gasped when he felt Naoe’s wet, talented tongue swirl around the crevice of his buttocks and tease the rosette. An oil-coated finger pried him open and Saburo’s body accepted with little resistance. His fear of intercourse was no more.

Naoe licked a hot path from tailbone to pelvis and applied more with Saburo’s assent. The sound of the youth’s pleasured sighing was distracting him to no end and he had to divert his attention somehow. Suddenly, Saburo had a hitch of breath and then he was loud. His unrestrained cry resonated straight to Naoe’s depraved manhood. Naoe then knew that he had found the sacred spot.

Saburo’s knees weakened and he leaned heavily on Naoe for support. More breathless than ever, flushed, and looking feverish, the lordling requested Naoe to bring him to bed.

On all fours beneath a predatory Naoe, Saburo parted his legs and opened himself fully. A powerful, larger body overlapped the slender frame and soon its instrument of mating was sliding inside a warm, narrow passage.

Lifting his lower body, Saburo pushed back and welcomed the invading flesh. It only hurt a little and even the smallest pain was already hovering on excruciating bliss. His body was still not used to accommodate Naoe’s exceptional girth but he was not bleeding at least.

Naoe shuddered as he reined in control. He forced himself to stay still and to savour the intimate joining. His hands wandered, fondling Saburo’s taut nubs and then descended lower to confirm young sexual excitement in the form of an amply arched length.

“I’m hard alright? You are not harming me in any way.” Saburo reassured Naoe with his familiar cheek.

The man bit him playfully on the ear before whispering, “Does that mean I can move now, Young Lord?”

“You’re going all polite now? Who are you trying to fool, Naoe? Wait. Did you just imitate Kotarou?”

“!”

Saburo gasped, moaned, and howled when Naoe started an unforgiving rhythm.

“What a very grave mistake, Saburo. How dare you call upon another man’s name while we are tied in flesh like this…?” Naoe snarled but the force of his thrusts were designed to make his beloved spiral into euphoria at once.

“Ahh…! Naoe…! I’m already going to…!” Saburo whimpered in denial before he was mercilessly brought to climax.

The lordling did not dare slump though his strength was severely depleted. He panted heavily and sensed Naoe giving him a steady, potent pounding from behind.

“Ah, this won’t do.” Naoe said disapprovingly. “Your stamina barely holds in lovemaking. Do you not think we should work on that?”

Saburo simply gritted his teeth. His release had not stopped the constant flooding of sensation razing his entire body. He began to quiver and occasionally utter sounds that could be mistaken for throes of the dying.

“Oh Saburo… You have not stopped spasming around me. What could this mean?” Naoe was completely in the know of Saburo’s ‘bizarre predicament.’

“Naoe… Naoe… No… No more…” Saburo moaned as he twitched, curled, and shuddered even more.

“Since when have you become like this?” Naoe played with the object that despite completion has remained partially firm and wept pearl droplets.

“I can’t… anymore… Oh! Ohhh…”

Saburo could not stop coming when constantly stroked inside… bearing this in mind, aroused Naoe beyond imagining. ‘It must be the poison… or it could be that Saburo had somehow been bestowed with the gifts of a woman…’

With the nearly continuous ripple and clench from Saburo, Naoe was losing himself sooner than anticipated. “Come to me,” He collected the prone Saburo and without losing their connection impaled him further at the center of his hips.

“Naoe… Ahh!” Saburo flung back almost violently as his deepest spot was touched. He was senseless in rapture and with its remnants barely fading the youth was wild in his abandon.

Like a wild animal having its fill in a carnal feast with its eager mate… Naoe watched Saburo writhe and undulate with hooded lubricious eyes. His sharp cries were an aphrodisiac to his ears. The salt and musk of his sweat were a delectable taste in his mouth.

Naoe slowly began to ascend the cusp of completion only for it to slam onto him full force when Saburo tightened further on his base. His brow creased in absolute torment and he held Saburo against him possessively as he grinded him with the last fierce thrusts.

“Oh… Oh… Naoe…!” The youth sobbed in their locked embrace. And then, even his lips were sealed by Naoe’s own.

Saburo drank Naoe’s moans as he gave out a final weak spurt before he felt the gush of Naoe’s passion.

Naoe lied down satisfied and exhausted while Saburo slumbered in his arms, sated and content.

His eyelids were already drooping as he contemplated for a bath to be drawn much, much later.

XxXMOBXxX

Haruhie found Saburo shedding his cloak by the landing in the early morn. Initially, he greeted his charge respectfully and then mischievously asked, “So how was it?”

The lordling appeared refreshed, a little languid but not tired or frail. His gait seemed to be just fine and Haruhie was relieved. Saburo undid the knot of his outer robe before he turned to his guardian who had the decency to feign embarrassment.

“What do you mean?” Saburo asked. The base of his neck and even below his collar bone was marked with love bruises. There was no denying what happened.

The page decided it was safe to push his luck. “You ordered me to sleep in your room so that you could have a night rendezvous?”

To Haruhie’s credit, Saburo blushed. “Naoe has gone out of his way to invite me so I accepted.” His tone was full of nonchalance but Haruhie knew better.

“And did he treat you most cordially, most gently?” Haruhie could not help the amusement literally tainting his voice.

On a whim, Saburo humoured Haruhie, “He fixed me a decent meal, prepared the bedding, and then… he ate me.”

The page’s composure fell. His expression was split between indignation and awe.

Saburo burst out laughing. “Worry not. I came back in one piece did I not?”

Haruhie recovered, “Saburo-gimi, we must make haste for your training this morn.”

The pair busied themselves for the day ahead. Once Saburo entered the bath however, the unmistakable presence of Kotarou made itself known.

“Wakasama,”

This was starting to become a rather ugly habit of his contract. Saburo suppressed his involuntary flinch of surprise and asked, “What troubles you?” He felt Kotarou’s abysmal gaze roaming around his nude body, probably inspecting for signs of rough, inappropriate treatment.

“Let me wash your back, Wakasama.”

“It is fine. I am not unwell or anything.” He tried at first but was affected by Kotarou’s crestfallen stance. “Oh, alright,” Saburo sighed and conceded to his former protector’s ministrations.

“Did he not hurt you in any way?” Kotarou sponged him gently as if afraid to inflict the slightest mishandling.

“No.” Saburo answered and hummed as Kotarou applied pressure to relieve the tension on the muscles of his back and hips.

“Do you… Do you love him more than I now, Young Master?”

Saburo stiffened and before he could give himself away he batted the question. “Do not ask such ridiculous things.”

Kotarou gathered Saburo’s face in his hands. “Do I not have the right to know at least, Young Master?”

“You… you are both important to me. I am still quite unsure myself.” Saburo responded rather evasively.

The shadow chose to drop the subject. “You are also very dearest to me, Saburo. And that will never change in the course of time. I will always strive to stay by your side.”

And was it Kotarou’s turn to imitate Naoe? His cheeks colored. One fawning Naoe was enough. He supposed he could not handle another. “You are washing me quite slowly. Matsuda-dono will not be pleased if I am late.”

“I understand, Wakasama. By the way I noticed Hanaiin-hime has become withdrawn lately. Her Ladyship went to visit your room last night hoping for a conversation but I told her you were away.”

Saburo instantly perked at that. “Hana-san was here?”

“She looked troubled but there was an odd determination shining in her eyes.” Kotarou reported.

“Then I have to see her.” Saburo quickly remembered his cousin’s predicament regarding her arranged marriage with the daimyo.

Hanaiin nursed his wounds and shielded him from further harm when he was assaulted by his very own protector. How can he not help her in her time of need? If there was one who could defend her from the wrath of the lord of the realm then it was none other than himself.

And then he will know…

Saburo will come to know the true face of his brother, Ujimasa-kou.

~TBC

Post A/N: Saburo is now ready to seek the true colors of his brother, Ujimasa. What will happen in this encounter?

Forgive me for the late update. I was procrastinating because I am hooked on an RPG (FF Type-0 HD)

So how did you like Naoe and Saburo’s love scene? I hope it is not too scandalous enough to make most of run away! Reviews please.
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