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Name: Tatsuya Nishinoya (Given name, Tatsuya)

Age: 23

Height: 5'11

Appearance: Impossibly tall and slender, he is pale and appears delicate upon first glance. At times there is a strength in his gaze and a confidence that belies a hidden strength. Despite his looks, it is hard to think him weak. His eyes are a light gray with the slightest hint of blue and he has dark, messy hair of a cool, dark shade.

(FC: Yuuki Makoto, Persona 3)


'It was a beautiful ceremony.'

 

That was what his father had said, before disappearing into a crowd and leaving him here alone. That had been hours ago, when the sun was still in the sky and people still lingered around the castle like flies. A beautiful ceremony indeed. It had been like all the rest, excepting for the fact that he was now a part of it. That displeased him to no end, face set into a sour expression.

 

His brother had only been dead a week, and yet here he sat in his castle. Among his retainers. Bound to his wife. Matters of state were always conducted so coldly, he supposed, the bitterness in his heart not at all alleviated by even the taste of alcohol on his lips. Kaguya had cried at his brother's funeral. He remembered vividly being moved by her devotion, and he also remembered the disgust he had felt towards those who had spoken ill of her. To feel something for another person was a wonderful thing. Of course, he felt no such attachment to her. Respect, yes. He felt that deep in his heart. The way she had smiled politely with such strength, as she was handed off like an object to her husband's successor...

 

She would remain here for the night, and then return to her own palace. He would not keep her here.

 

"My brother is dead." Tatsuya sat languidly at the head of what had once been his brother's meeting room, staring hard into the eyes of what had once been one of his brother's samurai. "Your master as well." The sake bottle that rested by his hip had already been drained of more than half of its contents, another cup brought to his lips as he spoke. "The two of them have disappeared forever into the annals of history, as they should. A samurai follows his lord, and his lord is gone. We have both lost, and both gained from this circumstance." His voice was cold, laced with a bitterness that had seeped deep into its timbre as of late.

 

"A new lord sits in his place, and a new samurai by his side. By this country's reasoning, we both have cause to celebrate." Tatsuya's cheeks were starting to color from the heat of drunkenness, bringing color to an otherwise pale complexion. A wry smile twisted at his lips, long limbs moving lazily to sit himself upright. "Come and drink with me. We shall celebrate our loss together. Or, if you find no merriment in death, toast me to a happy marriage."

 

He felt no desire to celebrate either of those things, in truth, which was why he sat half-drunk in front of the man to whom his life was entrusted. A lord lived and died by the skill and loyalty of their samurai, and yet Tatsuya could not bring himself to put up a respectable face for this stranger. His yukata hung half-open from his shoulders, sloppy movements having loosened his collar to peel back and expose a wide expanse of chest, pale like the rest of him. Had his chest been several sizes larger, curved with a woman's breasts, he would have been the picture of a high calling prostitute. None would risk their lives for a man who looked so delicate, laying half indecent in a castle he had not earned.

 

I am not my brother. I will not waste my life in wars.

 

This was a promise he had made himself. One that threatened to spill from his lips, should he part them again to take another drink. Would any samurai wish to stay by his side, when no glory was to be had? He did not wish to find out...

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Name: Takeshi Fujishima (Given name then family name)

Age: 25

Height: 5'5"

Appearance: Takeshi is just a little shorter than most of his peers but not the shortest samurai of his age. He has brown eyes and grey-black hair, which he keeps tied back in a pony tail at most times. He is rather conservative and dresses decently at all times, even with undergarments to keep himself from exposing anything during battle. He wears a light grey hakama and purple silk hakamashita when not on duty.

 

 

Aside from the occasional greetings or congratulations on his promotion, Takeshi remained silent while he searched the crowds. He'd spent the past half hour under the instruction of the man who'd previously held his job. It was mostly drunken advice about knowing one's place and not stepping outside his role, along with warnings not to be caught flirting with men and women while on duty. Takeshi wondered about that, why he would need to be warned off men. He'd never showed any sign that suggested he was attracted to men and had always been private about what needed to be kept private. Perhaps the older samurai was warning from experience. At the least, he seemed relieved not to have the role any more, even if he was sad about his liege's passing. Takeshi thanked the man and parted quietly.

 

The samurai found his new master in the meeting room, sitting at his new post. It was not a pleasant sight and Takeshi was internally disappointed with the state his liege was in. He said nothing though. He brought his hands together in front of him and bowed low before the man he was to serve.

 

'We have not been privately introduced, my lord. My name is Takeshi Fujishima. It is an honour to be appointed as your guard,' he said while still bowing. He straightened himself up and came the rest of the way over.

 

Takeshi stood beside Tatsuya, taking his place without complaint and waiting in case Yatsuya spoke to him. It was not for him to judge or for him to have any opinion as to how his lord behaved. He quashed any disappointment he felt, any need to redress the man or take him back to his bedroom and reminded himself that this was perhaps the one night his lord could get away with such behaviour. Tonight was about celebration and mourning. Tomorrow was when Tatyusa would be expected to appear more presentable in the eyes of the other lords, samurai and public scrutiny.

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"Takeshi, hm?" Tatsuya didn't seem to put any stock into the idea of introducing themselves to one another, pouring another drink as he listened to him. His name was repeated half in a daze--as if to confirm to the both of them that Tatsuya had heard it--before his new glass was emptied. To introduce himself would be a waste of both of their time, and so Tatsuya didn't bother. Instead he turned his gaze up to where Takeshi stood, a look of displeasure on his face.

 

"Sit. You'll ruin the taste of my drink standing there." There was no room for argument in his tone, eyes narrowed at the samurai that stood practically hovering over him. He had invited the man for a drink, not to smother him. More alcohol was poured into an unused cup, lifted between two fingers and held out towards the older male lazily. Despite the alcoholic flush on his cheeks Tatsuya's movements were imbued with a sort of languid gracefulness. Nothing was spilled even as he held the cup over his head, extending it towards Takeshi with an indignant pout.

 

"Your lord has poured you a drink. It would be unfathomably rude for you to refuse it."

 

To turn down a drink offered to him in such a manner... It wasn't something Takeshi could do in his position, and Tatsuya knew it.

 

"Drink with me."

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'Yes, Sir,' Takeshi replied. It seemed his new liege was not one to waste words in introductions.

 

Takeshi made no protest as he came to sit by his lord, though internally he did not like the idea of leaving what was surely his post. He was there to protect his lord, not to socialise with him. The samurai shifted his gear so he could better crouched and watched silently as another cup was poured. For a moment he thought Lord Tatsuya was pouring himself two cups until the cup was drunkenly raised into the air. Even with his expression guarded, it took a moment before Takeshi decided to take the cup.

 

'Thank you for the drink, my Lord,' he said. He knew he was in no position to refuse such an offer. He ought to be honoured by such an offer, though it was more of a thinly veiled command. Correction, the veil was almost nonexistent. He only took the smallest of sips before resting both hands around the cup and resting it on the table.

 

'You will find I am unaccustomed to the effects of alcohol. I will not be able to keep up with you so I must drink slowly,' he said before taking another small sip. He had told only a partial truth, or a truth that held other underlying truths. He was unaccustomed to drinking but he was not altogether new to it either. He could hold his liquour to a certain extent but had no intention of testing his limits while on duty, when the lord he should be protecting drinking more than a fish.

 

'As your personal bodyguard, I must be aware of your surroundings at all times. I must not do anything that douses my awareness,' he said in an even tone, looking forward rather than at Lord Tatsuya. He would measure his drinking, only taking enough to be polite so he could keep his wits about him. He was no use to anyone drunk.

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"'Unoccustomed to alcohol,' hm? It sounds as if you've lived a full life." His voice was dripping with sarcasm, lips curled into a mischievous smile. If he truly were as poor a drinker as he seemed, now would be a perfect opportunity to test the waters of this man's limits. It wasn't as if Takeshi was the only man watching over his health at this moment. A guard was posted by the door as well, and even more beyond that. Several guards were posted near to the window as well. A mix of samurai and well-paid ninja kept their stations all around him, which at times struck him as a beautiful sort of irony. In time, they would find his life unworthy of such devotion.

 

"Tonight the drinks are on me, so have your fill. Even a lord feels the slightest tinge of lonliness drinking alone. You and I have much to celebrate today, from another's gaze. Tomorrow is another day, but for now I would rather your company than your sword." His gaze was sharp even with the alcohol flowing through his veins, an overly friendly smile tinged with bitterness plastered on his face. He did not drink to celebrate his marriage, nor to mourn his brother. He was neither joyous nor sad, drinking to try and bury the irritation that was swelling inside of him. To be born in this position was more trouble than most would ever realize. It wasn't as if he were starving like many others, but like them he sat on the other side of death, relying on the graces of others to keep its iron grip at bay. Should he be betrayed by the man drinking with him now, his life would be ended in an instant. And for what reason? For the fortune of his family name? He had done nothing to earn their lotalty, nor their hate, and yet he likely had both. There were those out there who would do him harm, although Tatsuya had done nothing to them.

 

"Drink. I would have you know me as a man as well as lord. On this, I will not budge. It will only serve to irritate me, should you refuse."

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Takeshi flushed slightly and lowered his eyes without saying anything, at least immediately. His social life was something he liked kept private, so that it would not affect his work. There was a code of standards to follow as a samurai and he to at least look like he followed them, though many samurai had lived without honouring the code of conduct.

 

'Drinking is not the only pleasure in this world. A life can be full of pleasures without inebriation,' he said quietly before taking another sip of his drink. He swilled the little cup about before downing the rest of it. 'I hope you are not disappointed to have been appointed a samurai who rarely drinks.'

 

'Of course, my lord. Tonight must be the loneliest of nights for you, surrounded by people who only wish to look up upon you. You have my company and my sword,' he replied. He smiled and looked over at his lord with more warmth than he had first done upon entering the room. 'Please, drink as much as you wish and I will ensure you make it back to your bed safely. I will carry you myself if I must.'

 

The samurai placed his empty cup on the table and pushed it back as if to say he'd had enough. He would not pour himself any more than was sociable, which was more than he would have liked. If a companion was his lord requested, that was what the samurai would be. As a side thought, he wondered if this what the previous lord had warned against earlier in the night. Takeshi looked to his lord again and thought to himself just how their relationship as lord and personal guard would progress. His duty was to protect this man with his life but to protect meant more than taking a sword for the man. The previous personal guardsman had hinted there was more to the role. He had not quite called it nursing but the picture he implied was more intimate than Takeshi had been trained to expect.

 

'You are a man - the man I am sworn to protect. I could not see you as anything else. To do so would be to neglect my duty,' the samurai replied. 'Both of us have been trained for the roles we have been placed in but it will take time to relax and grow into them. Forgive me if I am a little formal.'

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"That is a good expression..." Tatsuya had noticed without fail the rise of color on Takeshi's cheeks, leaning slightly towards him to take in the full view as his eyes were turned down. He did not straighten himself from this position even as the conversation pressed forward, beginning to lose slightly the edge that had surrounded him until this point. Further questions into Takeshi's private life somehow managed to remain unspoken despite his rising level of intoxication, not quite drunk enough to be out of his wits just yet.

 

"My loneliness here is immeasurable. I will not have you underestimate it. There is little in this world more miserable than being alone in a crowded place." It was an exaggeration, he knew, but it was one of those things he felt deep in his heart at this moment. Slightly he shifted to draw a bit closer, fabric of his yukata sliding down to just barely hang on his shoulder. To any who might enter the room--of which there would be none, excepting for an emergency--there were none who would know their positions as it were now. Tatsuya looked not too far from a common seductress, leaning towards Takeshi with loose garments.

 

"Tomorrow starts a new hell for me. They will expect me to produce an heir, so allow me tonight to enjoy myself." He reached back for his cup to finish off what remained in his glass, eyes meeting Takeshi's as he drank. "Keep me company while I wallow in my misery." Slowly he placed his cup down beside Takeshi's, watching him with an unusually serious expression.

 

"Strip. I would see my new guard."

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Takeshi said nothing to the comment. Instead he cleared his throat and looked at his cup. He felt slightly uncomfortable sitting here with a man who was dressed more like a woman seeking pleasure. He did not fail to notice how low and wide Lord Tatsuya's yakuta was falling and kept his eyes averted from the site.

 

'You are not entirely alone, my lord. I am here also. I hope, in time, you will feel less alone around me,' he said, not realising how it sounded. He was sure the past lord and guardsman had had at least a comfortable rapport with one another, perhaps more if the samurai's behaviour and instructions were anything to go by.

 

The guard's eyes met his lords and he looked over with a slight curiosity to his expression. He could not tell what his lord was thinking, what he saw when he stared through such drunken eyes. Under such gaze, Takeshi felt the urge to tug at the lord's yakuta and make him more presentable. He did not, however, as this was perhaps the only night the lord would get away with such uncouth behaviour.

 

'My lord?' Takeshi asked slowly.

 

Takeshi wasn't sure he'd heard correctly. Was he being asked to take off his clothes? That surely didn't sound right. He took a few seconds to go over what he'd heard to make sure he'd heard right. He had. He glanced around the room at the other men standing guard then bit his lower lip. Takeshi rose very slowly and straightened himself up before his lord. Already his cheeks were going dark and would no doubt get darker the more he took off. Slowly at first, he began to unbuckle his swords and armour then set them on the bench seat beside him. Piece by piece he stripped himself down to his undergarments - a white shitagi and similarly coloured hakama. He glanced at his lord at this point to get some sort of confirmation that he was doing it correctly before untying his uwa-obi and letting his shitagi slip off his shoulders. The only thing he did not take off was his fundoshi.

 

The samurai felt completely exposed without his clothing but at the same time it was rather arousing to be humiliated like this. At first he held one hand covering his chest and the other cupping his fundoshi before he realised how silly he looked. He straightened up, kept his arms by his sides and looked straight ahead.

 

Upon first glance, it was easy to see this was a man whose life depended upon their body. He had impressive musculature and had enough scars to show he had fought in battle. There was an arrow piercing several inches below his left armpit; a deep cut to his left shoulder; another slice to his abdomen; a more recent gash to his right hip where the skin was still thin and pink, and several smaller scars up his arms. They would heal in time but for now it seemed he had seen many battles under Tatsuya's brother.

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"I am thankful for your presence," he murmured in response to Takeshi's reassurance, pushing hair back from his face in an awkward movement. He cleared his vision as he held bangs back from his face, arm lazily hanging beside his head as he kept his hair pulled back. He was very obviously drunk by this point, cheeks flushed a consistent hue of red no matter the situation. He had no reason to be embarrassed at this moment--even his current state of dress didn't bother him in the slightest--and so the color of his skin could only be a result of the alcohol.

 

He would have repeated his order if he was in a clear enough mind to remember how he'd worded his command precisely. He knew what it was he had asked of the samurai, but not the words he had used in particular. Besides, it hardly seemed necessary. Without too much fuss Takeshi had risen to follow his command, and Tatsuya's eyes followed him with a tired gaze.

 

If he'd been in a better state, he would have helped him with this task, but as it was now he could only watch. Not that he minded watching him like this. His hesitation was understandable, but also quite alluring. Tatsuya was in absolutely no rush, and to rush Takeshi felt like a crime of the highest degree. He couldn't stop his eyes from wandering as each article of clothing was removed, an appreciative smile on his face. He was certainly worth seeing in this way, although Tatsuya could not help but laugh at his posture once he was finished undressing. To cover himself in such a useless gesture... They were both men, so there was no need for such a thing.

 

"Very nice." Hand dropping from his hair Tatsuya straightened himself slowly, long limbs moving like water. The shuffling of clothes was the only noise as he stood, practically towering over his guard and current drinking companion. There was a good half foot of difference in their size, forcing Tatsuya to look down at him once they were both standing.

 

"I see..." Reaching out Tatsuya slid his hand over the scar on the other's shoulder, caressing it with his fingers. The other hand moved to trace the newest of the scars that he could see, touch overwhelmingly gentle so as not to irritate the sensitive skin. "You have seen your fair share of battle..." His voice was soft, free of the slur of alcohol but thick with its influence. Their bodies were close enough that the warmth of his overheated skin could certainly be felt against Takeshi's, the position of his hands seeming almost as if he were holding him in his arms.

 

"Would you see me as well?" he asked with a husky voice, sliding just the slightest bit closer to him. Honestly there wasn't much of his body that was still hidden from the other's eyes, but the offer had been officially extended. There was nothing impressive about his own body. No scars. No stories to tell. Nothing worth looking at at all. Even to offer it seemed disrespectful.

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Takeshi kept his eyes forward and mostly managed to cover the embarrassment of Tatsuya's laugh. The only sign of it was the blush to his cheeks, which was now threatening to travel all the way to his neck. He kept still as his lord moved over and kept his face impressively devoid of any emotions as he was inspected. Tatsuya could have slipped his hand down the samurai's fundoshi and Takeshi would have kept his composure. Hopefully it did not come to that. Takeshi was rather sensitive, despite his training to remain composed at all times. His skin felt every tingle and he could feel his lord's breath upon his forehead.

 

One pale hand slipped across the healing scar at Takeshi's hip, causing him to shiver. He tensed up again and stopped himself from biting his lower lip. He had already embarrassed himself by trying to cover his nakedness. To blush and nibble would only make him look weak. He would hate to ruin what respect his lord might have for him by acting like a blushing maiden trembling at his every touch. He was a man, a samurai. He may have felt more comfortable beneath another man than on top of a woman but the number of people who knew that could be counted on one hand.

 

'I thank you for the offer, my lord, but respectfully decline,' he replied in an even tone. 'If I may...'

 

There honestly wasn't much Takeshi couldn't already see of that pale form. He had held back the urge to cover his lord several times but now it really was getting ridiculous. Takeshi slowly moved his hands up under his lord's arms and tugged at his lord's yakuta. He closed the cloth and tucked it back into his obi before bringing his hands back down by his sides. Standing as they were, their bodies almost touching and their clothes barely hanging about their bodies, was far from respectable. Anyone who saw them would no doubt jump to all sorts of conclusions. Takeshi was acutely aware of the other samurai about the building and felt the humiliation of being stripped before them, even if he had done the stripping.

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The slip of fabric over his skin was enough to make Tatsuya shift and sigh pleasantly, hands sliding over Takeshi's skin and pulling him a bit closer. His fingers continued to play lightly over the other's scars, looking over slightly with a slight smile. "Leave us." He only barely waited until they were alone before turning back to give Takeshi his full attention. His hands never traveled anywhere inappropriate even when the two of them were standing alone, pressed close to him.

 

"You've seen enough to understand, haven't you?" His head pressed slightly against Takeshi's, voice low. "I've never seen battle. I've not earned this palace. My wife. Your loyalty. I haven't earned any of it, and yet here I sit. Surrounded by it." Turning his head he took in the smell of the other's hair, breath soft and heavy. "In time, you will grow tired of working for such a spoiled lord. There is nothing to gain by staying by my side." Pressing their bodies together he nuzzled slightly against the side of his head, craving affection.

 

"Remove it for me. I want you to see."

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Takeshi was acutely aware of just how close their bodies were. He could feel the brush of his lord's yakuta and the heat of flushed skin against his own. Indeed, that soft fabric was now the only thing between them. What would the other men think of lord and samurai embracing in such a way. Even more poignant a question - what would they think of being dismissed at such a point? Takeshi was already troubled by what his lord might intend such privacy for.

 

'My lord?' Takeshi asked in reply to such a question.

 

'What has any toddler done to deserve their life? Yet, their parents give them the best childhood they provide. It is up to the child to make the most of what has been given to them,' he answered. His hand came up and he stroked softly at his lord's hair, as if he were soothing a distressed child. 'You and I are still young to our positions. Just like the toddler, we will grow and eventually earn what we have received.'

 

'I will stay with you. I choose to invest my life in you. Because, like the parents, it me up to me and those around me to ensure you have every opportunity to live up to your potential,' he said softly. He now understood why Tatsyua was drinking so heavily, why he was in such a dismal state of undress. He carefully wrapped his other arm around the lord, resting his hand high up the man's back so it could not be considered inappropriate. There he stood, stroking the man's hair and holding him in a comforting embrace. He was no longer as troubled by his nakedness or what his lord intended. Reassurance and company was what the lord needed of him tonight, nothing more.

 

'As you wish, Lord Tatsuya,' he replied.

 

With one hand still resting heavily on the back of Tatsuya's head, Takeshi reached down and untied his lord's obi with one hand. He pulled it off and tossed it over to the table before spreading the yakuta wide so that it slid over the man's shoulders. It gently slipped off Tatsuya's narrow frame and fell to a pile around his feet. Takeshi sucked his lower lip a moment and stepped back. His arms dropped to his sides and he looked forward rather than looking directly at his lord's body. It seemed disrespectful to look upon his lord in such a state. He could not do it unless instructed do to so.

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Tatsuya sighed as his clothes were removed, reaching up to brush hair back from his face. He was almost fully exposed now, standing in front of his samurai without the slightest hint of embarrassment. There was nothing worth seeing anyway, so why would he be embarrassed? His skin was too light a color with no visible marring. No scars. No bruises. Nothing but an endless expanse of skin without anything to catch your eye.

 

"Look." He kept one hand in his hair as the other hung by his side, a weary sigh on his lips. "I might as well be a woman. No... Women can be of more use than me. And they can give affection far better than I." His other hand moved over to touch the side of Takeshi's neck lightly, looking at him. "Parents hold affection for their children. In my childhood, I'm sure even my father had affection for me."

 

Slowly he pressed back against Takeshi, free hand returning to his hip. The hand on his neck slid back to bury itself partway in his hair, bending his head slightly.

 

"Will you show me affection?" he asked just above a whisper, nose brushing against Takeshi's slightly. "You are far more beautiful than I or any woman could hope to be. I would have your affection above theirs."

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As ordered, Takeshi's gaze wavered slowly across his lord's body, starting from the neck down. His eyes stopped at the man's prominent clavicles then moved onto the nipples. They were so soft and pink, begging to be kissed. Takeshi kept the thought of touching them hidden before moving further down his lord's body. He looked so untouched and pristine, innocent as a newborn begging to be held and comforted. No, not like a babe. Tatsuya was a man to be looked upon and touched with respect.

 

'Your doubt undoes you, my lord. To doubt is to fall. Just as parents do not know what kind of man their child will turn out to be, nor can you know what type of lord you will be,' he replied.

 

Takeshi's hands raised and rested high on Tatsuya's waist as the lord came forward. He had to tilt his head up slightly to look back at the man he served. So close together, the samurai felt heat rising in his cheeks once more. Surely they were turning red once more as the lord asked for his affection. He closed his eyes as their noses brushed one another and his breath caught in his mouth as a short gasp.

 

'If affection is what you need to be a better lord, affection is what I will give,' he replied. Takeshi sucked on his lower lip and gave the shortest, smallest of moans. He breathed a little heavier through his mouth and shifted slightly. Once again he became acutely aware of how almost naked they were and how he could feel his lord's body pressed against his. It caused his body to tingle and a warmth to build between his legs. When Takeshi opened his eyes and saw his lord up close, he almost trembled with anticipation.

 

'My lord, you must think me easy to be so quickly caught off-guard,' he said in a quiet voice full of breath. 'Please tell me. What affection do you wish of me?'

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"I'm not nearly in the right state of mind to think anything of anyone. You should realize that..." Gently he gripped the hair at the base of Takeshi's neck, tipping his head back slightly. "I want the kind of affection only men such as yourself can show me. Not my family, nor women hired to bear my children. It hardly has to do with my performance as your lord, but it will ease my loneliness tonight, and perhaps even deepen the bond between us."

 

The hand on Takeshi's hip slid behind him slowly, fingers sliding under the fabric in the back of his fundoshi, fingers sliding down to try and find that hidden entrance he was craving at this moment. Any words of protest were swallowed up with a needy kiss, sloppy and deep around a heated moan. His hand gripped tightly to Takeshi's hair as he kissed him, holding his head in place as he pulled him close with curious fingers.

 

He wanted no part in the life that had been given to him, choosing tonight to behave as selfishly as he could possibly get away with. He would not blame Takeshi for denying him, but this was something he wanted for himself right now. Soon they would want him to produce an heir, women of all sorts flocking to his side and begging for his attention. He hated their softness. The way their bodies curved and gave under his touch. There was nothing worth looking at in their naked form. No scars stood out on their bodies, and they looked so fragile he was almost afraid to touch them.

 

To hold a woman like this... She would undoubtedly complain. He would be called a monster, as if he had done something to truly harm her. To ruin her so-called 'beauty' was a sin he would pay for. But a man like Takeshi... He had scars and muscle worth touching, a body he'd worked for that was practical, rather than tempting. Women worked to trap men with bodies he found unappealing in all ways, his own body far too like theirs for his own comfort. A body that wasn't worth anything, fit for a man who wasn't worth anything.

 

He'd drown himself in alcohol and truly pleasurable company for tonight, grinding slightly against Takeshi as he held him close. It wasn't a grip nearly forceful enough to hurt, but there was a strong insistence in his touch that he hardly seemed capable of, pinning Takeshi between his hand and his lips. He seemed intent on swallowing everything Takeshi was capable of giving him, holding on tightly to his hair as he forced his tongue into the older samurai's mouth.

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'My-!'

 

Takeshi was effectively silenced by Lord Tatsuya's desperate kiss. The samurai felt himself to be unarmed. It mattered not that he was a warrior with the strength to match. His lord's animus had effectively overpowered him. At first he remained all too still, his lips not responding to his lord's desires. A heat rose up through the samurai and eventually bubbled out through his lips as a heady moan. His lips started to twitch and move in response, just as his concealed entrance twitched at the sensation of his lord's fingers brushing over it. Part of him longed for Tatsuya to pull tighter at his hair, to clench his fist in it until it hurt. However, he was also aware he was perhaps being used as a toy for the night's entertainment. He could taste the alcohol upon Lord Tatsuya's tongue, reminding him that this could very well be something they both regretted come morning. Did Takeshi want that?

 

'My lord!' he gasped through the kiss, trying to break off the kiss so he could voice his concerns, before closing his eyes to let out a soft moan. Tatsuya's hedonism was causing his own body to respond with a mixture of lust and apprehension. He was sure any moment now he would shame himself by losing control of his arousal. His cock was beginning to tingle with a pulse of its own and the muscles of his arse clenched tight. 'You are drunk, my lord, and we have many years together. Perhaps the decision to share such affection is best made while sober. I'm afraid I mistook your connotation of "affection". Ah! Ha!'

 

Takeshi's head arched back and he panted heavily, eyes closed tight. Tatsuya was certainly insistent in his claiming of his samurai and Takeshi wasn't pulling away. He was still doubting and questioning his path of action. Would Tatsuya regret his actions? Would it make their interactions awkward in future? Would Tatsuya disrespect him as being easy prey? What was the best way to serve his lord? Takeshi groaned into his lord's mouth as his hand moved up to rest on the man's hip. He gripped tight, short cropped nails scraping against his lord's skin. If Lord Tatsuya kept grinding against him like that, he was sure to raise a bulge large enough for his lord to notice. His whole body was warm, his hands itching to touch and his mouth aching for more.

 

Even if he pulled out now, he would sorely be in need of a fix he could not easily find elsewhere, not when he was expected to remain with his lord throughout the entire night. They would both go to bed frustrated and lacking attention. Lord Tatsuya might even be in a worse state the net day, for not getting what he wanted on the night he could have anything. Would he look sourly upon his samurai for denying him? Takeshi's body was ready and willing. Surely, given the circumstances, it was best to stop questioning and just enjoy Tatsuya's last night of freedom together. The samurai moaned again and gripped both his hands against Tatsuya. He felt himself melting into his lord and let the apprehension dissolve into anticipation. He started to kiss back more assuredly and allowed his lord to touch him deeper.

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"Mmn~" Pulling back slowly Tatsuya opened his eyes with some effort, not having realized he'd closed them. "That's more like it," he practically purred with a lazy smile, watching Takeshi's reactions as his fingers continued to caress and prod at his entrance. There was no point in holding back, seeing as there was no one else around. They could enjoy themselves to their heart's content. If Takeshi regretted it, Tatsuya wouldn't speak of this again. But from the way he was acting, it didn't seem as if either of them was against this sort of play.

 

"Off with this." He didn't wait for Takeshi to remove his fundoshi for himself, pulling it off with only the slightest difficulty. He was still intoxicated, but he was fairly familiar with this situation. Removing someone's undergarments wasn't something he couldn't manage on his own right now, and he dropped it to the floor with a bit of a frustrated huff. He was tired of it, not wanting to waste another minute fumbling with clothing.

 

"My wife..." Slowly Tatsuya scratched his nails down Takeshi's spine, hard enough to leave little red marks all down his back. His eyes were locked on his new samurai's every reaction, breath starting to quicken as he watched such a composed man come undone by his hands. "People say she is beautiful. Do you agree with them? No..." Both hands on that deliciously toned ass Tatsuya dug his fingers into firm muscle, pulling Takeshi to grind up against his hip with a shuddering breath. "It doesn't matter what you think. You are more handsome than any woman."

 

Slowly he shifted forward, pressing his leg between Takeshi's to grind up against his forming erection with deliberate movements. Without hesitation his hands rocked and guided the older man's hips over his thigh in slow, rolling motions, shuddering as his own hardening bulge was pressed against him with each press of their hips. "Tell me." His breath was hot and heavy as he leaned forward to speak against Takeshi's ear, their bodies pressed flush together save for the slow rocking of their hips. "How does it feel? Can these hands bring you pleasure?"

 

His own physical pleasure was hardly the most important thing on his mind. He'd seek his own release in time, but for now he wanted to play with the man he currently had in his possession. He wanted to break his composure. To see him lose his cool over Tatsuya's touch... There was nothing he wanted more than to be adored by someone so strong. To know he could do something to please a man like Takeshi, and to see him lower his guard by his own will...

 

The idea of it alone was enough to make him hot...

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When Tatsuya took off the fundoshi, Takeshi immediately let go of his lord's hair and moved his hand down to cover his cock. It was already flushed and just touching it made him well aware of how it was starting to swell. He itched to rub it off but had enough composure to keep his hand mostly still. He shifted his stance so his legs were slightly wider apart and gripped himself before letting his hand slide away. No doubt Tatsuya would want to "inspect" him. Takeshi held in a moan at the thought of Tatsuya eyeing him off so boldly and noting every feature.

 

'AH!' Takeshi tensed as his back was scratched. He arched into his lord slightly and a slight shiver ran through him. It wasn't that it hurt but the sting of nails on flesh had his head spinning for other reasons. He panted a few times then swallowed hard before he realised Tatsuya was talking to him. A few more heavy breaths and Takeshi was able to reply.

 

'I would not know, my lord. I have been told women are pretty but have not seen it for myself,' he replied, his voice quaking just the slightest. He swallowed again, uncertain whether he should admit to such things. Though, given the circumstances it seemed obvious. He moaned softly and tilted his head to the side. His hair slid to the side to expose his neck. He sucked on his lower lip before speaking in a breathy tone. 'I have always found the body of a man to be superior to that of a woman.'

 

Tatsuya was teasing him, he was now sure of it. He wanted to poke and prod, just as Takeshi wanted to be poked and prodded. It was both overwhelming yet not nearly enough. It was far from enough. Takeshi wanted his lord's hands all over him, inside him and prying at every inch of him until he cracked. A stifled groan escaped the samurai and he opened his eyes to look almost pleadingly at his lord.

 

'Lord Tatsuya... Please...' he begged in a low voice. 'Your hand would give me much pleasure.'

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"I see we are of the same opinion in this regard," he replied with a light chuckle as Takeshi admitted his preference for the male form, resting his head in the crook of his shoulder and taking in his scent with a deep breath. Fingers squeezed Takeshi's rear as he did so, hands stilling the movement of the other's hips as he groaned and rocked into his body. How fortunate for him, to be given a samurai who could bring him such pleasure. He would remember his gratitude whenever his position troubled him, and seek out the comfort the gods had sent him.

 

"And to think, you've become like this without the influence of alcohol. I am curious to see what a drink would bring out of you." Biting hard down on the skin Takeshi's hair had exposed for him he released his hold, sucking hard to try and leave his own mark. It would not be a permanent symbol, but for the next several days Takeshi would carry the story of tonight boldly on his body. For his touch to linger in a way that Takeshi's body at least could not forget... That was what Tatsuya wished of this mark.

 

He pulled back only once the taste of blood reached his tongue, stepping back to see his work. Slowly he licked his lips to savor the taste, taking in the sight of Takeshi's newest marking and the affects it had had on its owner. A pleased smile followed the trail his eyes paved for him, stopping at the sight that awaited him between the other's legs. To say Tatsuya's touch had had an effect on Takeshi was no understatement, judging from the way his dick begged for someone to give it their attention. And in time, Tatsuya would grant its wish.

 

"Were you aware, Takeshi, that there are many different ways to enjoy alcohol?" Instead of taking Takeshi's unattended member in his hand Tatsuya reached for the alcohol he had discarded earlier, turning the bottle to drain a portion of its remaining contents over his fingers. Small droplets fell to soak into the tatami where they stood, still more of it landing on the samurai's skin to leave small streams that Tatsuya did not hesitate to clean. His tongue traced over a small rivulet that had snaked down the side of the other's stomach, dropping to his knees to lick it up and suck gently at its origin. He could feel the heat of Takeshi's need on his skin, hair brushing over heated flesh as his lips followed the trail down towards his hip bone.

 

His mouth remained so occupied as his fingers slipped around behind the other once again, now wet with his drink. He had heard rumors, in his childhood, that a man could get drunk using this method as well. One of his father's acquaintances had sworn by it, to keep the smell of it from upsetting his wife. As Tatsuya's fingers searched out Takeshi's puckered hold once more, he absently wondered if maybe a wife might be more upset about this than simple drinking. The thought was just as quickly abandoned however as he found what he was looking for, pushing and rubbing against the tight ring of muscles.

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Takeshi's muscles tensed hard as his arse was gripped and he bucked forward into Tatsuya. His half hard penis brushed up against Tatsuya's thigh and he exhaled slowly, breath coming out almost like a hiss. He would let Tatsuya take him, let him do whatever he wanted with him. The samurai would do his best to hold back and not beg for more. He would remain respectable throughout the transaction so that Tatsuya might look upon him with satisfaction when the evening was over. So long as he didn't have to drink he would be fine.

 

Takeshi pressed his lips together and said nothing in reply. He didn't particularly want to admit how "hands on" he got under the influence if liquour. He rarely drank because he was not the type but that only meant when he did drink he didn't handle it well. He was a veritable lightweight in that regard.

 

What started out as a soft cry became loud and lusty as Tatsuya bit down on his flesh. He bucked hard into his lord and his body arched in such a slutty manner. His own hands gripped tight into his lord's flesh and his breath came in a few short pants. The samurai tilted his head further to allow his lord access. Oh gods! How he loved to be bitten like that! His head was spinning and his senses felt as if they'd been raised to new heights. If Tatsuya kept treating him like this he wasn't going to be able to keep his cock down much longer. His legs spread a little wider, shoulder width apart, and he bucked again as the small thrill began to sink. He was aware of Tatsuya moving about him and looking him over but his thoughts were still on the bite, which stung deliciously.

 

'I did not know, my lord,' he said through panting breaths.

 

Could he? No! He isn't?! Takeshi thought as Tatsuya moved down his body. The samurai straightened himself up and bit hard on his lower lip to stop from moaning at the very thought of his lord sucking him off. His hips tilted slightly towards Lord Tatsuya until his half-hard cock was just short of the lord's ear before he straightened himself up again and pointed it forward. He wasn't expecting that, he wouldn't ask for that. Not at all! Surely it ought to be the other way 'round, with the lower man sucking off the higher man. Takeshi didn't know what to do if he was expected to service his lord in that way. He didn't think he was drunk enough for that yet... and hoped he wouldn't be.

 

'Ah! My-my lord!' he cried out as he felt fingers pressed against his rear. Surely Lord Tatsuya didn't want him to drink in the alcohol that way. Takeshi flushed dark but managed to keep himself relaxed as those slender fingers slipped inside him. He bit down hard on his lower lip though and his impressive thigh muscles tensed as he resisted the urge to rock back onto them.

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Tongue pressing hard against Takeshi's skin Tatsuya shifted, still gripping the bottle he had been nursing earlier that evening. A bit reluctantly he removed his lips from the other's skin, alcoholic flush on his cheeks as he gazed up at him. "The two of us shall test the efficiency of this method together, what say you?" Without waiting for a response he brought the bottle to join his other hand, pouring a fair deal of the liquid down the other's backside without hesitation. The liquid slid down over his fingers without hindrance, making both his fingers and Takeshi's entrance wet with the bottle's contents.

 

"If it is the taste you find complaint with, this shall alleviate that issue." He didn't seem to care what the samurai's true complaints were, eager to test this knowledge of his as well as to tease. From the way things seemed in his current position, he was doing a fine job pulling the sorts of reactions he wanted from the man who had stood so composed beside him only a scant few minutes prior. He could smell the distinct musk of the other, heavy on his nostrils as he turned his head to breathe it in deeply.

 

The bottle fell to the tatami without sound once it was emptied, fingers working Takeshi over with renewed vigor. Two entered him without hesitation, obviously practiced but no less rough. Although this was hardly his first time engaging in such lewdness, his faculties had been expertly hampered by drink. Fingers jerked inside of him a bit too quickly, a bit rushed and over-eager. He had no time for patience, his unoccupied hand moving to take Takeshi's member with alcohol-wet fingers.

 

"Even amidst the sake, I can still smell you so strongly~" His voice was practically a purr, awkwardly nuzzling his face against the older man's erection with heavy breaths. His lips parted and heated breaths washed over Takeshi's member as he squirmed slightly in his spot, spreading his legs as he shifted to bring his lips to the head and nip playfully. His teeth lightly grazed over the head of Takeshi's length, hand gripping him a bit more firmly as his fingers once again increased in vigor.

 

"I want to tease you until I've had my fill." Steely blue eyes turned up to Takeshi's face as he sat lewdly before him, fingers of both hands working him over with a clumsy but no-less practiced touch. His ass was raised slightly off the ground with legs parted slightly, lips inches from his retainer's begging need. "Do you think you can satisfy me tonight? If I unravel you here, will you be finished?"

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