Never Alone

Title: Never Alone
Fandom: Samurai Deeper Kyo
Pairing: Yukimura and Saizo. Yaio, NC-17.


Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own any of these characters… although, I’m sure I could easily think of lots of things I’d do with them if I did! XD Also, please be warned, if you are offended in any way whatsoever by M/M sexual interaction, this is not the story for you! So enjoy at your own risk!!!


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It was a long day. First there was the battle with yet another of the Juunishinshou, then he had to pick up the pieces of himself after practically getting shot to death with those damn arrows. Yes, the day had gone on long enough and Yukimura was glad to get away from the others and retreat to his room for the night. The group had come upon an old abandoned warrior clan camp and had decided that it would be a perfect place to spend the night, especially considering the storm that was fast approaching. A chill had cooled the hot evening air, and the winds were picking up. Darkening clouds threatened the sky and the sound of thunder could be heard rolling across the hills in the distance.

Most of the group had decided to leave the campfire and retire. Yukimura was luckily able to call the only single room, and the rest of his travel companions let him take it for himself without much debate considering all he had been through that afternoon. He did not either want nor ask for their pity; however, if they were so willing to let him take the room, then he certainly wasn’t going to complain about it. The room was small and absent of everything besides a simple straw-mattress bed in the corner. But it was a lot better than his usual accommodations which typically consisted of nothing more than a blanket and whatever soft patch of grass he could find.

The black-haired warrior carefully removed his clothing, so as to not disturb the bandages he had earlier placed over the wounds on his shoulders. They were already beginning to heal, and he was sure that in a few days he would be completely recovered and back to his old self. The rain began just as he laid down and Yukimura secretly thanked the gods for the shelter they had found. Although he had a hell of a day, sleep would not come easy tonight. There was something about thunderstorms that made the warrior a little uneasy. It was not fear – no, of course it was nothing like that. But thunderstorms just had a way of making Yukimura feel on edge.


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The rain was fiercely beating down as Saizo made his way hastily through the night. This part of the forest was difficult enough to navigate during the daytime. But with the combination of darkness, heavy rain, and high winds that this storm was delivering, Saizo’s usual super-keen senses were falling short.

Finally, after what seemed like hours of trudging through the forest, Saizo came across a clearing. It appeared to be an old samurai camp with a couple of run-down cabins. However, to the cold, shivering man it might as well have been a castle. Thankful to find a place to shelter himself from the storm, he made his way across the clearing and noticed a small, smoldering campfire. He then realized that maybe his master had made shelter here for the night. Or at least, he sensed that Yukimura must be close.

For some reason, earlier in the day he had a sensation that something terrible had happened to his master. That was why he decided in such a hurry, regardless of the weather, to return to the forest and find the group. They had only been apart for a few days, but Saizo was missing Yukimura something awful after sensing that something horrible may have happened. He needed to address his growing worry and longed to see his master.

Silently, Saizo crept up the wooden stairs and peered into the window of the first cabin. As soon as he saw the yellow coat folded in a neat pile at the foot of the bed, he sighed a breath of relief. Sitting on the stairs, the shivering man sheltered himself as best he could from the rain and took comfort in knowing that his master was close by.


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‘Why can’t I sleep? Is it the storm? God, I hate the thunder. Nah, it has to be the pain. Damn Juunishinshou. Well at least I gave that guy what he deserved,’ thought Yukimura as he tossed and turned. ‘But why was it that during the fight this afternoon all I could think about was Saizo? And even now, why is he all that is on my mind? Ugh... just stop thinking go to sleep Yukimura.’

His loyal servant had followed him for years now. Saizo had been a very good friend as well. He was so strong, and always so diligent in making sure Yukimura was okay and that all of their traveling needs were taken care of. Sometimes Yukimura wondered where he would be without him. Saizo had become someone that Yukimura could depend upon and as such he had grown to care very deeply for the man. And he easily could tell that Saizo was more than fond of him. 'So cute. Although he tries to hide it, there's always a look in Saizo’s eyes,' thought the samurai. Perhaps it was the look of longing for something he knew he could never have. Yes, Yukimura knew that Saizo held feelings within his heart that were more than just friendship. But of course, in order to defend someone with your life without even thinking, you have to love that person…

The sound of something shifting outside the cabin instantly brought Yukimura back to reality. His eyes widened and his ears strained to hear over the sound of the rain. Someone, or something, was just outside. The samurai carefully got out of bed and grabbed his sword. Unsheathing the gleaming metal quietly as he crept toward the door, he was certain he would catch the intruder by surprise. ‘Perhaps the Juunishinshou have returned for another lesson?’ considered Yukimura.

Suddenly, he slammed the door open and instantaneously drew back his sword, ready to pierce the dark shape huddled below him.

“Lord Yukimura!” cried Saizo in a state of shock as he looked up at his master who was about to slay him.

“Saizo???” exclaimed Yukimura with surprise. The fierce look of battle was quickly replaced by soft, blue calm. He replaced his sword in it’s sheath. “Saizo, to what do I owe this pleasure?” asked Yukimura with a smile.

“Well, ummm…” Saizo felt heat rush across his cheeks as he glanced over Yukimura standing before him in the rain wearing nothing but his undergarments. ‘Better just get out with it,’ Saizo thought with embarrassment and propped himself up into a kneeling position before his superior. “Lord Yukimura, I… I had a bad feeling and decided to return at once to make sure you were safe.”

Yukimura gave a quite chuckle. “Well, that was so nice of you Saizo. But as you can see, I am fine.” He paused and looked down at the bandages on his shoulders. “Well, it’s just a few scratches, nothing to worry about!” said the samurai modestly.

“It seems that the one who we should be worried about is you, Saizo. Just look at you, out here in the rain practically freezing half to death! Won’t you come inside?” asked Yukimura as he extended a hand to his comrade.

“If you so wish, my Lord,” replied Saizo, taking the hand thankfully and following Yukimura inside.

Once they were inside the shelter, Yukimura turned to face Saizo. “You are soaking wet. You need to get out of those clothes before you catch a cold,” he said with concern.

‘Oh no, I can’t take off my clothes with him dressed like that’ thought Saizo, unable to completely trust himself around a half-naked Yukimura. “I am fine my Lord. Please return to your bed and pretend as if I am not here.”

“Come now, Saizo. You can’t possibly fool me into thinking that you are comfortable in these soaking wet clothes! You are even shivering!” Yukimura leaned forward and reached up to pull away Saizo’s blue bandana. A strand of wet hair fell across Saizo’s face and Yukimura gently swept it away.

“Lord Yukim…” Saizo’s words were lost in the back of his throat as Yukimura’s hands ran down the back of his neck and unclasped his black shoulder wrap. The wet garment fell to the floor between them and Saizo was momentarily lost in Yukimura’s eyes. At first, Saizo thought he imagined it. God knows, he had been wishing for some sort of acknowledgement... recognition... or something, from the master he adored so much. However, this time, there was something unmistakable in those blue eyes. He was certain that there was something there – could it be anything more than just concern for him catching a cold?

“Saizo,” whispered Yukimura again, “why don’t you get out of these wet clothes?”

Saizo's heart practically skipped a beat at the question, which sounded more like an invitation. “Uhhh… Yes, my Lord,” replied Saizo obediently. His body was still shivering, but now it felt as if it was more from nervousness than anything else.

Saizo cautiously undid his shirt and peeled the wet fabric away from his skin. As he untied his pants, Saizo’s cheeks were colored pink from the intensity of Yukimura’s gaze. He let his pants fall to the floor and for a moment was relieved to have shed the freezing, wet clothes. However, now he found himself completely exposed in front of his almost-naked master, and he was certain his cheeks must be redder than Kyo’s eyes.

‘Such a strong, beautiful body,’ Yukimura thought to himself as Saizo stood naked before him. ‘Quite a fine specimen to be so smitten with his master.’ “You know Saizo, you have nothing to be embarrassed about,” Yukimura said with a smile as he reached out and caressed Saizo’s cheek. Saizo secretly shrank away from the contact, not because he didn’t want it, but because he was afraid that his body would betray him at the warmth of his master’s touch.

“I, I… I’m sorry, my Lord,” Saizo stammered. It was too late. Saizo could already feel the erection growing between his legs.

“So cute. Don’t be sorry, Saizo,” said Yukimura softly. Their bodies were standing so close that Saizo could feel Yukimura’s breath on his neck, and a slight moan accidentally escaped from his lips. “It’s alright,” said the samurai as he leaned into the larger man, pulling him into a kiss. Their lips met, sweet and tender at first, and then more demanding. Saizo parted his lips to allow his master’s tongue to slip past and run across his own. Everything about the kiss was amazing. Saizo felt electricity spread over every inch of his body and he raised his hands around Yukimura’s waist to pull his master’s body against him. Lord knows he had fantasized a thousand times over what it would be like to kiss Yukimura, but nothing could have prepared him for this. His master’s mouth was so warm and sweet, it was like every second their lips were in contact he spiraled further from control. His knees were threatening to fail him and his body burned with desire to feel those soft lips and tongue all over him.

Yukimura could feel Saizo’s full length pressing against him as he broke away from the kiss to run his fingertips along the broad shoulders and chest of his comrade. Saizo’s skin was still damp and felt cool to the touch. Yukimura could feel the tensed muscles beneath Saizo’s taught skin. Yukimura rested his head on Saizo’s shoulder and licked teasing kisses along the base of his neck as his fingers massaged the nipple they had found.

It was evident from Saizo’s heavy breaths that the man didn’t want Yukimura to stop. Feeding him more, the samurai used his second hand to grasp and stroke slowly at Saizo’s erection. The sensation was almost sensory overload for Saizo, who was certain he was going to cum at any moment if his Lord didn’t stop.

“Lord Yukimura…” Saizo managed to get out, but it sounded more like a plea than the warning for which he had intended. The samurai knew exactly what Saizo meant and hesitated for a moment before releasing his friend. Judging from the slight grin on Yukimura’s face, it seemed to Saizo that his master was enjoying torturing him in this manner. ‘Is he even excited in the least? Or is this just another one of his jokes?’ Although questions were arising in the back of his mind, Saizo was not about to complain. After all, he had only ever dreamed of being this close to his master.

Once Yukimura had taken his hand away, Saizo breathed a sigh of relief, and frustration. Sensing the man’s disappointment, Yukimura led his companion to the edge of the bed and sat down. He took Saizo’s hand, placed it suggestively at the waistband of his undergarments, and waited devilishly to see how Saizo would react. Interpreting the gesture as consent, Saizo willingly slipped the shorts down to fully expose his superior, who was by now just as hard as he was. Saizo carefully ran his hands along Yukimura’s pale, smooth skin. His hands paused at the samurai’s stomach, as if requiring special permission before continuing.

Looking up at him with darker than usual eyes, Yukimura gave a subtle nod and Saizo’s hands fell over his master’s erection. Kneeling at the edge of the bed, he stretched back the delicate skin and began to stroke the man’s cock. Saizo leaned over and allowed his mouth to accompany him in his ministrations, causing Yukimura to collapse back onto the bed with a moan. Reveling in his master’s taste, Saizo’s mouth moved with ease over the shaft and his tongue circled the head of his master’s cock with each stroke.

Yukimura was almost drowning in the sensations that were so willingly being provided to him by his comrade. It almost made him wonder why he had not thought of doing this sooner. As Saizo picked up his pace and took more of Yukimura’s cock into his throat, the samurai found himself no longer able to maintain control. Elicit moans were escaping his mouth, as if all on their own, and he ran his fingers impatiently through Saizo’s wet hair. The normally stoic samurai cried Saizo’s name aloud and grasped helplessly at the sheets as he reached his peak. His new lover, enjoying the bittersweet taste, was diligent in swallowing most of his master’s cum, only letting a small part spill from his mouth.

Saizo’s cock had grown so hard it was almost painful. He sat back up and admired his master’s panting body. This was dangerous. He was overwhelmed with the urge to take Yukimura, right here and right now.

“Why Saizo, that looks quite painful,” Yukimura said as he leaned up on one elbow and gestured to the man’s erection.

“Lord Yukimura, may I… I mean, can we…” For the millionth time tonight, Saizo felt an embarrassed flush spread across his cheeks at Yukimura’s chuckle. But he didn't care. Never had he wanted something so much before.

Yukimura grabbed Saizo by the shoulders and pulled him up on top of him on the bed. Saizo’s thighs pressed against the inside of his master’s and his erection pressed eagerly against Yukimura’s lower abdomen.

“Was this what you wanted, Saizo?” asked the samurai. Before waiting for an answer, Yukimura raised one of his legs and wrapped it around Saizo’s back. He grabbed the man’s hand and led Saizo’s fingers to his entrance. Barely comprehending what was happening, Saizo’s fingers stroked between Yukimura’s cheeks, probing gently at the opening there. As his finger slipped inside, the samurai moaned and his muscles bore down on the intrusion.

As Saizo rubbed slowly within Yukimura’s passage, the muscles loosened and allowed him to slip a second finger inside. With every stroke, his master whimpered and gripped tighter at his shoulders. Before long, Yukimura was practically riding Saizo’s hand.

Judging that Yukimura was ready, Saizo removed his fingers. His action was met with a sigh of disappointment from his master. But quickly replacing his fingers, the head of his cock pressed against Yukimura and slid between the tender flesh surrounding the samurai’s entrance.

“Ahhhh” Yukimura cried out as the head of Saizo’s cock pressed slowly into him.

“My Lord… are… you okay?” breathed Saizo with concern, while praying that everything was alright because he highly doubted he could stop now anyway. Instead of answering the man, Yukimura grabbed his ass and forced Saizo’s full length into him in one single thrust. Gasping in pain and pleasure, Yukimura pulled Saizo’s mouth down over his own. The two shared a violent kiss and Saizo began to thrust slowly into his partner.

Saizo reveled in the feeling of Yukimura’s hot insides against his sensitive skin as he slid back and forth within the samurai. Saizo strained to maintain control as Yukimura’s muscles sucked him in even deeper.

“More,” pleaded the samurai with reddened lips. More than eager to comply with his master’s request, Saizo pinned Yukimura’s wrists against the bed and pounded deep into the man with an almost brutal force. Yukimura gasped for air as he was repetitively forced back into the bed with each of Saizo’s thrusts. Just the sound of Yukimura’s response alone was enough to make him cum. And although it was even harder for Saizo to maintain control at such a pace, he was dying to make this feeling last as long as he possibly could. Who knew if this would be his one and only chance to experience this?

Before long, the feeling of ecstasy was threatening to overcome Saizo. “Master, what… what do you want me to do?” Saizo asked between breaths.

‘How cute, always so considerate, even at times like this,’ mused the samurai. “Don’t hold back, Saizo,” urged Yukimura as he wrapped his legs behind Saizo’s back and met each one of Saizo’s thrusts with equal force.

No longer able to resist the intense pleasure, Saizo gave in as the burning heat swept over him and he exploded in ecstasy, spilling his seed deep within Yukimura and then collapsing with fatigue on the bed beside his lover.

Yukimura could feel his lover’s hot semen pouring out inside of him and he had never felt as close to anyone as he did to Saizo at this very moment. ‘God, why is it that I’ve never let him do this before?’ thought the exhausted Samurai as he lay partially wrapped in Saizo’s arms. Yes, his faithful companion was much better in bed than he had ever expected. And there was something about this that just felt right. The connection between the two of them had finally come full circle.

The samurai ran his fingers absentmindedly along the strong arm that was draped across his chest. “Saizo?”

“Yes, my Lord?” asked Saizo. ‘This is it…’ he thought in fear at what would happen next.

“Do you think you could call me Yukimura from now on?”

The question was not at all what he had expected and Saizo smiled against Yukimura’s shoulder. “Yes, my Lord… I mean… Yukimura.” Although, it was different to call his master by his first name, Saizo was sure that he could get used to it. It would be a great privilege.

Yukimura leaned into his new lover and gave him a gentle, reassuring kiss on the forehead. Saizo thought for sure his heart would melt at the contact, which was exactly what Yukimura wanted of course. The man always seemed to have a way of getting what he wanted. If anyone knew this, it was Saizo. But Saizo was not one to complain.


*THE END*

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Author's Note: Well that's all folks. Hope you liked it! Also, since nobody has proof-read this for me, sorry if there are some typos in there! Wanna bata for me? Just send me an email! I am still new at writing fan fiction, so all comments are welcome! PLEASE REVIEW!!!!