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Chapter 56:
Hokutoshichisei Arc: Part Thirteen

A/N: When the sickle-shaped seven stars appear in the sky…
Year 1570 of our time slip: the succeeding course of events is an alternate scenario brought about by the combined spiritual power of the Tsutsuga Mirror and Yata no Kagami; (Please go to Chapter 32 for reference)
The historical military arrangements are fictional, improvised, and are not based on modern or actual combat situations. To those who have actual knowledge please feel free to critique my work.
Warning: Tiger Claws and Tiger Fangs up ahead! (AKA a very dominant Saburo) To those who will be offended by this arrangement PLEASE DON’T READ.
Best of luck Naoe!
MXM, MATURE SITUATIONS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
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Two losses,
One who deserted, the other isolated by a grave sin…
And he was supposed to lead the march for Kai tomorrow…
Hojo Ujitora will officially command the main company of the army. Its formation resembled a blunted arrowhead. Moreover, the main company and the vanguard were to ride alongside each other. Hence, they were faux-flanks. Who else could come up with this clever deception but the daimyo himself?
In an assembly arranged to gather only a trusted few, Ujimasa-kou initially suggested that Saburo should decide upon the formation of the armies; however, Hideharu disagreed. Matsuda-danjo proposed that Tono-sama should lay the foundational support for his protégé’s campaign as discussed beforehand.
Saburo, who did not want to appear incompetent, cleared his throat to recommend the arrowhead formation, which he had learned to have more success rates based on their father’s battle archives.
The daimyo nodded in approval just as he made his own logical adjustments considering his valuable generals’ preferences as well.
Saburo smoothly took it from there and was granted permission to discuss the key points and main strategies designed to put the Takeda at their mercy. Nevertheless, he was yet to prove his actual efficiency in true combat situations.
And then the meeting soon focused on Saburo’s choice of generals whom he would exercise his direct command. A short silence made his hesitation obvious.
Hideharu was beginning to grasp the same impression he had with his reticent charge during one particular training exercise.
Ujimasa-kou’s Go-Hojoshi patiently waited for Saburo to include his vassal among the first to be mentioned.
The young lord’s mind blanked out for a moment due to sudden intrusive thoughts.
Although his attendance was in total obscurity, Danzo almost panicked. It would do no good if Tono-sama catches on.
Fortunately, Saburo heard his voice steadily pronounce, “Nagashiro is to be placed with the vanguard, beside me in formation but in a separate battalion. The reason for this is to deploy my trusted to the unit operating exactly adjacent to mine.”
Naoe had raised his hooded, indecipherable eyes on him and Saburo steadfastly held his ground.
Ujimasa-kou either ignored or pretended to be oblivious to the subtle exchange and carried on. “Who else would you like to assist you, Ujitora?”
As his lord brother addressed him this way, the young general felt a sense of elation in his heart. He was being spoken to like an equal, a trusted commander, and he confidently answered, “Firstly, Ueda Haruhie, my protector is expected to attend me, whereas Ishimaki-shishou would be my second choice.”
Saburo’s Kenjutsu mentor looked up and his face immediately brightened. “It is an honor then, Ujitora-sama.” He courteously came forward and dragged a companion with him. “Despite Kasahara-dono’s grumpiness, I can attest to his ability in the field. Also, his clean reputation or… lack thereof will be useful.”
Ujimasa’s lip curled up in amusement. Ishimaki Yasumasa has not lost his keen edge, it seems. In wars fought past, it was not uncommon that the most renowned generals were always stationed either as the vanguard or the main company. It boosted the samurai morale and intimidated the opposing force.
They were, however, vying for a different approach this time. Since they march for the purpose of an alliance, a nameless marshal would be suitable. He would be surrounded by equally capable men of undistinguished titles and the adversary will falter, lured into submission.
There was no need for Naoe to be by his side.
No need at all…
Every time he recalled how he deliberately allowed the man to violate him, he could not help but reel in disbelief how things spiralled so hideously out of control.
Naoe violently stripping him of his clothing, him biting, punching, kicking and squirming but to no avail… Naoe breathing furiously, eyes sparkling with unshed tears, vision red-rimmed with a lethal combination of blood-curdling hatred and searing passion yet was there any love in his gaze?
There seemed none and Saburo’s eyes grew wide in fear and revulsion.
Naoe rasping, uttering, “You drove me this way! I did everything! …Everything you ever wanted me to be and yet you would not see me as I am! Now, take responsibility…!”
It was not lovemaking. Such brutal merging and tortuous rippling of flesh could never be called true intimacy.
Saburo heard his own piteous cries of convoluted rapture and despair. Naoe knew how to play with his body. Every little erogenous zone was not missed and was caressed, rubbed, stroked, licked, suckled, and devoured. Worst of all, the man was particularly well-versed with his most guarded secret. For as long as Saburo received stimulation, his pleasure spot would quiver ceaselessly.
The young lord’s concentration threatened to break as he recalled subsequently Naoe’s insistence to remain joined in the hips although Saburo was trying his damnedest not to weep like a child.
Does goading you to wound me entice you so much as to leave me bloody and torn?
Because you would not choose, his mind jeered. You wanted to keep them both when you know it is downright impossible! Now, Naoe and Kotarou have turned their backs on you, you lascivious whelp!
He had admitted only too late that his heart truly longed for them. His brow furrowed; hopeless, unreasonable, fool… Saburo cursed himself.
Perspiring heavily, his grip tightened on his katana, and despite the ever-growing dimness of dusk, Saburo sought to purify his thoughts and emotions in the swordfighter’s dance.
A resounding smack, “Ai, Saburo–” Ishimaki Yasumasa almost recoiled at the ferocious glare aimed at him while his hand stung from his charge’s instinctive, defensive blow.
Yasumasa merely wanted to remind his young lord not to push himself too hard and was taken aback when Saburo appeared to be agitated because of their closeness.
“Don’t touch me,”
“Saburo?”
The fair eyelids blinked and the youth seemed to finally remember where he was, “Shishou?”
He mentally blurted, “Naoe” and it made Saburo feel disgusted with himself. Always that man… Always…
Ishimaki Yasumasa frowned. There were signs of extreme guardedness in his ward that was absent before. But knowing this child since ten summers, Yasumasa understood that pointing out the obvious wound would not sit well with the temperamental youth. “Enough with the exhausting training. Let us just indulge in sake tonight!”
“But Shishou…”
“Drunken samurai always fight best.” Yasumasa laughed boisterously. “It is not like we’ll encounter the enemy forthwith. There’s a long march ahead.” He had launched on the irritating habit of ruffling the back of Saburo’s head.
Saburo swatted his hand away, grimacing.
Undiscovered, an envious gaze watched both sensei and apprentice leave the dojo’s premises.
…
“Something on your mind?” Saburo’s sensei asked after they raised their cups heavenwards for good luck in the morrow.
“Shishou… I wonder… what makes a great general?” Instead of consuming the sake in one swig like in the usual manner, the young lord merely swirled his portion, Yasumasa noted with a raised brow.
“Hmm… if you are asking for advice in this campaign, I cannot give you anything useful. The battlefield is like the sea: capricious, volatile, and unpredictable. It does not matter how much you prepare because you cannot truly anticipate what will happen. So don’t worry too much about it.”
Saburo scowled. There was the familiar drawl from his laid back master. He irritably removed the hand that found its way atop his head again.
Yasumasa chuckled, “You know, discussing battle plans over sake just spoils its flavor. Why don’t we talk about something else more interesting? What else do you have?”
“I isolated my retainer as a means to re-assert my authority. Was I being unwise, Shishou?”
Yasumasa blinked. He did not expect this straightforward question to spring out of the blue. Unlike most kokujin*, he was not the sort to pay attention to gossip or malicious rumors yet who could not have heard about Nagashiro: Tono-sama’s mysterious and untouchable former vassal*?
During the evening banquet in honor of Hanaiin-hime’s safe return, Nagashiro’s bold declaration to pursue Saburo’s affections partly revealed where his true loyalties lie. However, it could also simply mean that he wanted to get closer to the daimyo by being the lordling’s lover.
Knowing his charge quite well, Saburo predictably rejected Nagashiro. Nonetheless, Yasumasa caught the discreet signs of a deeper bond between the two. In fact, all too soon, word spread around that Nagashiro had sworn himself to the youngest of the Hojo.
“Pardon my bluntness but why the need to re-establish your authority? Does this vassal not revere you and subject himself absolutely under your command?”
It might only be the liquor yet Saburo’s face flushed. “I…”
“I could guess he is overprotective? You are his precious person after all.”
“I was probably releasing my frustrations on him. It is too late now, however. I have provoked him to expose his worst before me. Our relationship has suffered.” Saburo spoke bitterly followed by two big gulps of sake.
“Your actions were reasonable. Protecting one’s lordly reputation is a must if you wish to earn the respect of the Go-Hojoshi Army, Ujitora-sama.”
Or mayhap, I just felt a little satisfaction when he fought me yet forcibly lowered his pride for my sake.
It felt good to hurt Naoe by letting him hurt me…
Was I inadvertently making Naoe take the blame for Kotarou’s desertion?
“Shishou, sometimes I feel that there is a beast that sleeps within me. And this beast seems to love no one but itself.”
“Alright, I suggested we drink but I did not anticipate your excessive want of sake to show itself again. Ai, Ujiteru-sama would shake his head in disapproval.” The Kenjutsu master deftly snatched his charge’s cup, intentionally ignoring Saburo’s sentiments.
Saburo bit his lip. He was swiftly reminded why he must advance towards the Takeda.
‘For Ujiteru-ani… I must not lose my focus. I am first and foremost, a scion of the Hojo.’
“Have you reclaimed your motivation, Ujitora-sama?” Ishimaki Yasumasa asked as he tidied up. “Distractions and second-guessing yourself will get you nowhere. A great general must have supreme confidence whether his actions are judged rightfully or wrongfully. Either you lead us to heaven or hell as long as you have faith in yourself, we will follow you.”
…
Saburo had insisted to return to the palace by himself and in order to stay true to his advice, Yasumasa gave his assent. In his drunken state, however, the youth wandered into Ujimasa’s gardens instead and crouched beneath a willow tree to watch the fireflies dancing about. There was a feeling of loneliness Saburo could not quite fathom as he thought of leaving Odawara.
Naoe emerged noiselessly from thick foliage as he witnessed his beloved seemingly so small curled on himself, head tucked by his shoulder, long beautiful lashes more pronounced on closed eyelids. Saburo had fallen soundly asleep in the open and it caused Naoe much worry. During the campaign, they were likely to spend their nights camping in the woods and this unguarded behavior put the young lord at risk.
Sighing, Naoe was careful not to disturb Saburo’s slumber. Dutifully and considerately, he carried his beloved to his sleeping chambers uncaring should he come across either the daimyo or the danjo.
Saburo barely stirred as he was laid down on his futon but his hand instinctively clutched the man’s sleeve— much to Naoe’s surprise when he turned to leave. Mumbling softly in his sleep, the fine brow creased.
And as much as it hurt Naoe, he ought to keep his distance. He gingerly pried finely boned fingers off his clothing and brought Saburo’s hand over his breast instead.
Naoe resisted the urge to press his lips on the youth’s smooth forehead and quickly fled.
“Nagashiro-dono, have you just tucked Saburo-sama to bed?” The sound of Hideharu’s melodic voice made Naoe pause on his tracks.
He turned to face the danjo, who wore an enigmatic look on his face.
“Yes, Danjo-sama,” Naoe had this gut feeling that Hideharu was scrutinizing him somehow.
“Well then, have an early night’s rest since we would be on horseback before dawn.” Oddly, a palpable tension started forming between them.
“I respectfully bid you good night, Hideharu-dono.” Naoe bowed before he unhurriedly walked away from the scene.
Hideharu snapped from whatever trance he was in. Their coincidental, frequent meetings were having a peculiar effect on him.
XxXMOBXxX
In the middle of building their first camp after setting off Odawara-jo, Haruhie followed his young lord on horseback.
Saburo petted Fuujin’s mane as the coal-colored stallion affectionately poked his gauntleted hand with its muzzle. When the animal started grazing, Haruhie took his chance to approach his general.
“Saburo-gimi, I did not mean to pry into your personal affairs but did Naoe-san do something to you?”
“Why do you ask?” Saburo queried indifferently.
“He rather keeps his distance now unlike before he was overly persistent.” Haruhie knew he was trudging on thin ice but he just could not help it. As the young lord’s confidant, it was imperative he not be kept in the dark for long.
“Haruhie, did you not put me to bed last night?” Saburo had the sneaking suspicion that he was missing something.
“I am afraid you wandered off with your sensei, Saburo-gimi.”
Thus, his hunch was confirmed. So he plans to keep touching me when I am unaware. How deplorably underhanded.
Clearly he said, “Send for Nagashiro, Haruhie.”
With much reluctance, Haruhie complied.
When his guardian came back empty-handed, Saburo’s ire rose, “What was the fool’s excuse this time?”
“Nagashiro-dono said he sends his apologies but for now he is immersed in an assembly with the vanguard’s chief general, Daidoji-sama.”
An outright lie!
Half of the vanguard including Daidoji Masashige and the flanks advanced weeks earlier to engage in combat against nuances at the Takeda’s borders with the main purpose of capturing important prisoners as tributes to Shingen.
Saburo’s temper simmered but he brought it quickly under control. He would get his chance by nightfall.
…
Once more, Haruhie entered his tent alone. “Forgive me, Saburo-gimi. I did not want to interrupt Nagashiro-dono’s discussion with Hideharu-danjo-sama.”
“Did you happen to gather a hint of their conversation?” The young lord was getting more adept at wearing blank masks. Even Haruhie could not read his genuine emotions.
“The danjo seems to believe that Naoe-san is not himself lately, Saburo-gimi.”
“Actually, the estranged Nagashiro-dono might be getting solace from the danjo’s company though he is unconscious of it. Hideharu-sama has this soothing effect on anyone, I’m told.” A bothersome nuisance interrupted.
Saburo’s dark amber eyes narrowed at a grinning Danzo.
“A bit of advice, Young Lord: Nagashiro-dono is no stranger to mind games.” The shinobi comically held his hands when Haruhie checked him with a katana.
“I am well aware, Danzo. Does Aniue not castigate you for leaving his side this often?” Saburo dropped testily.
“Young Lord has a point. I will not abuse your kindness.” Danzo allowed the sharp blade to prick him a little and cackled.
“Is there something else you wish to tell me?”
“Ooh, I thought you would never ask. Look too far and you would not see what is in front of you.”
“You are blathering nonsense.”
“We shall see! Kehehe!” Having expressed his mischief, Danzo left.
…
“You called for me, Young Lord?” A cool voice spoke by the entryway of Saburo’s tent flap.
“Shall I grant you two, privacy?” Haruhie uttered unthinkingly before he rectified that with, “I’ll stand guard outside.”
“Whatever suits you, Haruhie.” Saburo remarked. To Naoe he said, “Come here, Nobutsuna.”
Naoe recognized Saburo’s steely inflection for what it truly was. The young lord only called him this way when Saburo swung in extremes of emotion after all. “I apologize for not heeding your summons at once.”
“You are forgiven.” Rather bored, Saburo said almost too quickly. He then raised his brow.
“How should I serve the Young Lord?” Naoe immediately prostrated before his master.
“I want to use you tonight. Undress.” Saburo turned his back without waiting for Naoe’s response and already began disrobing.
Naoe was incredulous.
Saburo could not be doing this. Did he not have enough?
Naoe had unmistakably gone violent with him during their last coupling so how could Saburo stand getting intimate with him once more?
“Have you gone deaf as well? I know what goes around your head, Nobutsuna. And it makes me seethe in anger that you would dare envision me yet again as a helpless child in your presence.” All sumptuous nakedness in full display, Saburo strode forward.
He tugged the man closer to breathe moistly on his ear, “I have my needs too, Naoe.”
Naoe closed his eyes tightly and exhaled slowly to rein in the turmoil of both his mind and heart. Days after their rough intercourse, Saburo never sought him out to exact vengeance or at least demand remorse. Instead, his usually vindictive beloved grew distant and paid him little attention. Hence, Naoe readily took advantage to escape from his guilt. Because his dreams were once again plague-ridden with Saburo’s gruesomely ravaged form.
When Naoe opened his eyes, what stood before him was no longer the stubborn and impulsive youth who often got himself in trouble. Saburo was 18 summers and his stance; his piercing eyes belonged to that of a resilient young general who knew the ways of subduing a wilful vassal.
If Saburo wishes to punish him in this manner then so be it. As per the young lord’s command, Naoe started to strip on the spot but when it came to the last article of clothing, he slowed his movements on purpose to watch the youth in return. The man carefully waited for a flash of fear or a touch of trepidation to disturb Saburo’s composure.
It was a battle of wills.
Will you allow him to master you again?
Saburo pushed away such malicious whisperings in his head and strove not to give in to Naoe’s subtle prompts.
Naoe was left in awe of his master’s undaunted visage. He had not realized that he crossed the small distance that separated them until a fist settled against his bare, muscular chest. “I did not say you could touch my body yet.”
The man blinked and froze. His arms were indeed in the process of wrapping around that slender waist.

Saburo’s lip curled oh so slyly. Yes, he liked Naoe this way… greatly entranced and completely enamored by him.
It gave him such a heady feeling of triumph to be able to capture Naoe’s attentions like this.
Their turbulent passion that left him aching was almost but a memory.
Naoe soon understood the meaning behind Saburo’s smile and felt the longing to appease, to witness Saburo’s haughty face contorted in pleasure. He waited for the inevitable order to service his young lord.
“Kneel before me.”
Naoe obeyed.
“Put your hands on my hips.”
Naoe could not resist this time and pressed his lips on Saburo’s lower belly. When the anticipated blow did not strike, Naoe boldly went as far as licking inside the youth’s soft navel.
The youth’s skin leapt at the wet brush of Naoe’s tongue but Saburo did not react negatively and instead cupped Naoe’s jaw. “Your attentions are off the mark.”
“How does the young lord wish to be served?” Naoe nuzzled his palm.
“Still having doubts, are we?” A set of white teeth flashed. “Did I not make it clear that I want to be inside you? So arouse me, Naoe.”
The man eyed the waking flesh of his lord and delicately traced its shape with his fingers. Naoe knew that Saburo disliked a very docile partner and he gave the blunted tip a tentative lick. “Will you allow yourself to be engulfed by a ravenous demon, Ujitora-sama?”
“I will do the taking later so make use of your chance now.” Did the young lord’s voice tremble a bit?
Naoe was glad that Saburo could not see his expression at the moment. He licked his lips and without further encouragement, he took Saburo inside his mouth.
Fingernails immediately dug on his shoulder blade. A long moan escaped the youth and Naoe savored the delicious sound.
Could you stop yourself from coming before you can take me in your bed?
At first, Saburo was able to suppress his sensitivity. He denied the man the satisfaction of effortlessly bending him to his body’s sexual receptiveness. However, Naoe with his eyes closed, increased his concentration and hummed when his beloved started responding.
“Mmh…” Saburo squinted and groaned against the back of his hand when he felt Naoe relaxing to swallow more of him. The man’s movements, fluttering eyelashes, and his ardent face as he pleasured his master nearly overwhelmed Saburo.
One must never underestimate Naoe’s talents no matter what.
Naoe could practically sense the swollen flesh in his possession, throbbing wantonly in excitement.
“Unh...Nn…” Must… Stop… Him…
Saburo bit his lip right through.
Naoe paused as the scent of blood filled the air. He looked up and paled to see his beloved bleeding at the corner of his mouth.
“Saburo?” Naoe rose to attend to him only to be seized by Saburo’s own lips. To taste the youth’s blood awoke something bestial in Naoe and he almost forgot his station, entwining himself more deeply with Saburo.
Saburo forcefully shoved him away. “Do not get carried away, Nagashiro.” Wiping the crimson stain, he added, “The way you serviced me makes me think that you were quite immersed in this act before?”
Naoe’s adoring expression had utterly vanished. “I see. Am I to play along in this sort of cruel game, Young Lord?”
“Whatever suits you, Nobutsuna.” With his back to him, Saburo was already making himself comfortable on the sleeping mat.
The man was still standing like a statue when Saburo beckoned him. “Recline here.” He patted his preferred space.
Again, Naoe did as he was told with a more resigned bearing.
The man’s features barely changed when Saburo straddled him. Keeping the pretense of servility, Naoe studied the length of Saburo’s splayed out body. It was not an unmarred body. There were scars and marks that belied the youth’s seemingly infallible demeanor.
One might erroneously assume that he did not partake into confrontations. Contrarily, this body has endured many perils and courageously received assaults that could otherwise be fatal. Yet they were the very reasons why it was beautiful and appealing to Naoe.
Though forbidden, Naoe still longed to explore it without restraint. Part of his desire must have reflected in his eyes when Saburo gave another knowing smile. “You really cannot control yourself when it comes to me. Shameful.” The young general shook his head.
Naoe inwardly cursed himself having committed another blunder. However, Saburo’s capricious mood surprised him once more. “Since you are unstoppable in your eagerness to hold me, why do you not prepare yourself? There is a jar of oil beside your pillow.”
“Young Lord?”
“Yes, you are not mistaken. I want you to coat your passage while I do my bidding.” Saburo rolled away and lied down beside him instead.
The youth sighed and Naoe was mesmerized by the way Saburo arched by the touch of his own hand. Surely, his master did not expect him not to get affected by this salacious display of indulgent self-love?
The youth’s hardened manhood glistened with the repeated grinding against his own palm. The generous visual tested the limits of Naoe’s control.
Damn you. You provoke me then push me away, draw me in and deny me harder!
Saburo was sweating and panting by the time he mounted Naoe. Before he could push inside, Naoe spoke, “I should warn you though Young Lord. Do not lose your strength after you have had me or you might deal with something unexpected.”
“And what might that be?” Saburo growled, shaking with both impatience and need.
“I am hard to satisfy. I also could be quite tenacious. I might cling to you like an experienced courtesan and demand more.” Naoe purred nipping the outer shell of Saburo’s ear. The man took advantage of Saburo’s distracted shiver by entrapping the youth’s waist using his long legs.
The young lord bit back the protest suspended on his lips. He must not fall for Naoe’s wiles. If Naoe goads him to take then he shall. Unfortunately, for even just an instant of hesitation, the man’s hand had sneaked around to grasp the center of his hips. Naoe’s thumb rubbed the sensitive slit a few times.
Saburo groaned as if he were wounded.
“It never ceases to astound me that my master would always pause and see if he would hurt me during penetration.”
If it were possible, the flush on Saburo’s cheeks deepened. Breathing raggedly, he said, “Are you just going to hold me or guide me to the depths of your body, Nagashiro?”
Cruel and with vicious temper one moment, amorous, tolerant, and mild-mannered in the next… Naoe similarly attributes Saburo’s erratic behavior during the early aftermath of Fuma Kotarou’s desertion.
Perhaps, the youth was terrified to lose him as well and acted out in this way?
Wishful thinking… Naoe gritted his teeth when his beloved entered him.
Saburo’s rigid expression gave a little in concern and Naoe’s emotions swelled. No matter the hardened exterior, his beloved will always have a benevolent heart within.
Naoe was not in any level of pain yet he did yearn for it.
I want to be connected to you in this way.
I want to feel all of you…
Saburo’s chest heaved as their bodies began to undulate more vigorously. Whenever his flesh burrowed into this man, it always felt like as if he was being devoured… or was it just the way Naoe’s walls clutched him so jealously?
“Ahh… Uhh…!” Loosen up a bit you fool… “Are you trying to incapacitate me, Naoe?”
“But isn’t my tightness just the way you liked it, Young Lord?” Naoe murmured seductively. With a sharp snap of the man’s hips, Saburo’s mouth opened and his neck arced. The vulnerable lines of his throat stood out as he uttered an agonized moan.
Naoe was so enticed by the display that he had the urge to flip them over and have his way with his obsession.
Saburo swiftly realized that Naoe’s submissiveness was reverting back into defiance. “Don’t you dare!” He snarled and mustered all of his strength to keep Naoe pinned beneath him.
“Forgive me, Young Lord but my need is unbearable. I was about to suggest that I hasten your taking of me.”
“By mounting me instead? Do not take me for a halfwit!” Saburo wanted to strike the condescending look off Naoe’s face.
Coating his fingers in more oil, Saburo determinedly grasped Naoe’s erect member and rubbed him in tandem with his thrusts. To the youth’s satisfaction, the man let out a startled grunt.
But just as Saburo thought he had the upper hand, Naoe moved against his hand so lasciviously that became unnerving.
“That’s it Saburo… touch me, use me… come inside me.”
Oh gods…
No…
The youth was readily undone by Naoe’s fervid whisperings. As Saburo’s need crested to its utmost intensity, the throbbing organ at the center of his thighs seemed to have a mind of its own. Driving so wildly into Naoe, Saburo had lost perception of his surroundings and thrust in his mate with abandon.
Leading the dance of pleasure spurred Saburo to harshly call out at the top of his lungs. Despite the danger of being discovered, Naoe found Saburo’s feral side extremely arousing.
“Oh…Ohh… Ahh…Nn… Na…o…e!” Saburo stormily threw his head back. He salivated and his eyes slid shut as he moaned at the height of his ecstasy.
The sensation of his master filling him pushed Naoe to the edge. He savored his orgasm by shamelessly swinging his hips against Saburo who breathlessly ordered him to stop.
Still gasping with effort, Saburo pulled out of Naoe and tried to hide his embarrassment as fluid trickled down Naoe’s thigh. Turning away from the man, Saburo fought against the longing to be held in his lover’s arms.
They already consummated the act and as tradition dictates, Saburo must now dismiss Naoe for the eve.
The young lord stood up on shaky legs. “There’s hot water and towels provided inside that cauldron in case you need a sponge bath.” He hoped his voice sounded as imperious as he intended.
Saburo could hear Naoe gradually rising to his feet and for some bizarre reason, his heart thudded rapidly in his chest.
“Why do I not attend to you first, Young Lord? Let me wash you.”
The skin of Saburo’s bare neck tingled as Naoe’s warm breath ghosted on its sweaty surface.
Why?
Why can he not resist this man?
Saburo stiffened when Naoe’s heated body enveloped him from behind.
Naoe’s lips pressed against his snow-white nape. Finally giving in to temptation, Naoe nipped the delicate curve of Saburo’s shoulder until love bruises formed.
Oh…
And just like that, the flames of Saburo’s lust woke intensely. He was soon very aroused again.
…
The youth was barely aware of the formidable weight settling on top of him, his hands clawing at the man’s breast, the slippery feel of the oil as it was introduced into him, his shapely legs greedily drawing Naoe close… and Naoe’s breath stealing his own in blistering passion.
When the man’s engorged flesh moved deeper inside him, Saburo regained his lost bearing. “How dare you, Nobutsuna… you coerced your lord deliberately!”
“I will accept any punishment afterwards.” Naoe said calmly, taking his time to caress Saburo’s most sensitive areas.
“I still have not forgiven you for what you committed last time!” Saburo’s dark amber eyes grew sharp like daggers.
“Nor will I expect such leniency from you, Young Lord.” Naoe laved at the youth’s breast and lightly teased a rosy bud.
“Stop pretending that you love me!” The youth swallowed back a sob.
Naoe continued to hold him reverently and lovingly. “Were you afraid of losing me like Fuma Kotarou?”
Saburo failed in biting back his tears this time. He wept, exposing his wounded soul before the man.
Naoe shushed him softly and tenderly made love to him until Saburo lay satiated and spent.
…
Eyes red and puffy, Saburo rested silently within Naoe’s protective embrace. “Are you asleep, Young Lord?”
“…Soon.”
“Saburo?”
“Mm?”
“I can stay with you and do your bidding for as long as you want.”
“Do not treat me like a child.”
Naoe chuckled.
“Hmph!”
Naoe caught the balled fist and brought it to his lips. “I will never abandon you, Saburo.”
The youth was struck by Naoe’s words. His wide, still child-like eyes pleadingly searched Naoe for honesty.
Naoe held Saburo’s molten gaze and his heart ached. “I love you.”
Saburo’s eyes softened and he brought his arms around the man’s neck.
Lips slightly parted, he sought the man’s own and the sweetness they shared was just like one of Saburo’s dreams fortnights’ ago.
Someone cleared his throat loudly causing them to break apart.
“Pardon me for barging into your love nest but Ujimasa-kou sends his summons for an urgent assembly!” Haruhie, who blushed up to the tips of his ears, spoke.
Saburo’s lordly demeanor returned. “What is the matter?”
“Daidoji-Taisho and his entourage brought back prisoners that revealed vital information. If I could gauge the tense atmosphere in Tono-sama’s tent, I could say that Daidoji-Taisho’s discovery could drastically change our course in this war.”
Naoe suddenly had a sinking feeling that their most dreaded foe, his brother Nagao Kagefusa— no, Kei might be on the move yet again.
~TBC
Post A/N: I hope you have not forgotten about our principal villain in this fic. And he is more cunning than Naoe thinks!
Poor Haruhie for being the unwilling voyeur yet again, this time audio only! (Cackles)
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