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Quiet muffled moans, interrupted by the sounds of heavy rain outside, were echoing all over the spacious semi-dark room. Since it was pouring and the raindrops were furiously hitting the steep roofs of the manor, it was unusually cold in the bedroom of master Kunikuzushi, and this coolness, settling on his naked, slightly trembling shoulders, somewhat sobered his young heated body, as if trying to keep him sane, preventing him from completely losing his mind from the burning pleasure.

No matter how hard Scaramouche tried to restrain himself: he was biting his lips until an unpleasant metallic taste of blood had appeared on them, was gripping the cloth of the sheets with his teeth and was tightly covering his mouth with the palm of his hand — he couldn't contain his own moans that were escaping his chest while a shiver of arousal was radiating throughout whole his body.

Despite the sounds of the pouring rain outside and the absence of servants in the house, he couldn’t stop thinking that his voice was too loud and that somebody could hear him… 

But such worries slipped out of his mind every now and then being replaced by the burning desire that was striking his consciousness: the desire to moan out loud every sound, to let his guards down and release the hoarseness piled up in his throat that was sore right now from the constant gasps… 

Kunikuzushi hated himself for his weakness, for that he was indulging in the guilty pleasure once again and just couldn’t resist the temptation not to stop.

He constantly gave himself promises that “this time” for sure was the last one, but he always slipped up and fell prey to the desires that were low in his own eyes.

Even though with every new time the border between «right» and «wrong» gradually became more and more blurred, and Scaramouche gave in to the excitement, caused by the stream of his sweet fantasies, more and more easily, imagining increasingly perverted and obscene scenes all the time.

Master, please, be more careful, I beg you…

“Ah…”

Sweet lingering pleasure from the movements of his own fingers made all the bits of rationality that were left fall apart: Scaramouche was unable to think straight, feeling how his body and mind were just melting from the delight… Right now the young man was gasping for air, feeling so full, arching his back and spreading his legs apart, kneeling on the hard surface of the futon and pressing his head against the pillow

I won’t  be able to bear it, if something happens to you, master…

“A-ah…”

If only someone of his subordinates saw the young master and ancestor of the Raiden clan in such position: lying on the bed in the crumpled, spread out clothes that was not fully taken off his strong shoulders and arms, one of which was positioned behind him, its slightly trembling fingers sliding between his buttocks and put inside, into the hole, slurping from the lubricant that was flowing down his narrow hips… 

You should be more careful, master…

…if someone, even by a stupid mistake, happened to see something like that — Scaramouche would have to kill him right away.

That’s why, being a full-fledged owner of the mansion, he ordered all the servants and subordinates not to disturb him and sent them away, except for the patrols standing in the yard as far from his chamber as possible, so that nobody could hear him moan. He always tried to contain them but knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold back, and in the morning he would curse at himself filled with self-hatred… 

I am astonished: you are not only intelligent, beautiful, excellent in combats but also you have power

Self-hatred for the fact that now he was arching his back passionately, indulging in his fantasies, trying to reach as deep as possible with his fingers, the thought of buying a toy and not struggling with his fingers that obviously weren't enough anymore once again crossed his mind.

Please, let me stay by your side

Scaramouche pushes through the throbbing rim, grinding against his own fingers as hard and as deep as he could, longing for the desired strikes of pleasure that were driving him to the point of heavy shaking

He wanted to feel so overwhelmingly, unbearably full. To the point of trembling, to the point of pleasant pain, that would pierce his body with a bright flash of light, giving a place to a sweet, long-awaited delight… 

I swear that I will protect you with my own life…

Kunikuzushi was gasping, trying to purse his lips firmly, so that his moans couldn’t be spread across the room, interrupting the  muffled sensual sighs and slurping wet sounds…

He felt so much shame all the time, so unbearable embarrassment while doing this, touching himself in such places, imagining…

Imagining…

Let me tell you my name…

That voice had become a curse for Scaramouche, his sick fantasy, and he not only indulged in his innermost desires of being under someone else’s power, but also felt a real, absolute pleasure from doing so.

My name is Kaedehara…

The pleasure that had been as burning and as melting his mind as it was now; the pleasure that was erasing any suspicions of being heard so it made Kunikuzushi open his mouth involuntary, letting out deep, passionate groan that melted into the cherished, madly loved name of a person, who visited every sweet fleeting fantasy of his:

“Kazuha…”

Scaramouche arched his back even more, for a moment shutting his eyes and feeling a pang of remorse for indulging in the guilty pleasure and not preventing himself from moaning the name out loud once again.

The name of the person, whose face he imagined almost every night, falling under the control of his most cherished, innermost fantasies and desires. 

The burning red of his eyes, in which he always found so many shades and unanswered questions. His long flowing fair hair, akin to a flawlessly pure snow, covering the roofs and the roads —  it seemed so soft and beautiful, but in reality it was freezing and biting.

No matter how badly Scaramouche wanted to touch him, to run his fingers through the scarlet strand, like a blood spreaded on the white snow,…

Even if only to get closer, so that he could contemplate him and inhale the subtle scent of his pale skin: the neck and the wide shoulders, confident spread of which Kunikuzushi would always remember. He had seen the samurai naked only once in his life: a brief moment when he had cast a glance at the handsome, scarred body that excited the imagination of the young master so much that he couldn’t get it out of his mind even now… 

Since then every night, while touching himself and whispering Kazuha’s name, he had been dreaming of being in his arms, of fighting back and protesting, and asking to let him go, but actually wanting to be touched, wanting to feel the grip of samurai hands on his ass, that the man would grab roughly, while thrusting into him, kissing him and caressing his shoulders and waist, pressing to him so close and so hard, that Scara would feel him deep inside very vividly.

“Kazuha…” 

Scaramouche would swallow his pride, as he was doing it right now. He would succumb to the sensual desires and sins and would fall into pleasure together with Kazuha, he would expose his body, would be open with him, letting the samurai do anything he wanted… 

My Master…

“A-ah” 

Kunikuzushi just couldn't hold back anymore and, slightly raising up, he wrapped his fingers around his dripping cock, starting to shamelessly caress himself, thrusting into his own hand, feeling so close to the release, realizing that very soon he would lewdly cum with the sweetest, the most perverted scene in his mind.

The scene where he was lying under Kazuha, arching into his touches and shaking, exposing his strong body, responding to all the actions and moving in rhythm with the deep thrusts of the hot aroused member inside of him, sensing his close release that would flow into him with the warmth of the cum…

“Mhhm…”

Scaramouche freezed, shutting his eyes and biting his lips until they had started bleeding, trying to restrain himself from letting out an especially loud groan that was trying to escape his chest and throat…

“Kazuha…”

He moaned out the beloved name nevertheless, while giving his cock some last, especially intense frictions that drove the young body to the strong orgasm. Scaramouche came in his own hand, completely melting into the sweetness of the moment and euphoria filling his mind, pushing every thought out of it, leaving behind a feeling of complete numbness and weakness that gradually overcame him.

Panting and trembling, Scaramouche lowered his face to the pillow, opening his lips to gasp for air he was deprived of… He was doing it instinctively, still in the clouded state of mind and in complete oblivion — he didn't understand the reality he found himself in, getting lost in his own feelings and sensations. They were so vivid and so strong that they made his eyes close, letting him fall into slumber…

“Kazuha…”

Scaramouche whispered at last as if it was a farewell, and then gave in to complete sleepiness and unconsciousness.

_______

Soft steam, settling on the master’s shoulders, heats his body up and makes him relax after a long day, when the whole list of typical feudal lord’s tasks, that has been becoming longer and longer with each new day, has been completed.

Another conflict with his Chinese colleagues, prolonged debates, meeting with the ancestors of the Kamisato clan and many other things he had to endure that day. But now everything is a matter of no importance: the master is too tired to think about anything except taking a bath and going to sleep.

To sleep. And nothing more.

Kunikuzushi closes his eyes, imagining the bed he will find himself in very soon, falling into sleep…

“Young master, may I?...”

Scaramouche slightly turns to the door, as he hears the voice of the maid, who is asking for permission to enter. Kunikuzushi gives a positive answer, remembering that he has asked the assistant to wash and comb his hair today. He doesn't wish to deal with the heavy head of the long dark hair himself.

After getting permission, the maid quietly opens the door and, having passed the threshold, starts to prepare the tools for the young master’s hair care, but…

“Master Raiden!”

Kunikuzushi again hears the loud voice from the direction of the corridor, and that makes the young man tense up for a moment, getting annoyed with a sudden opening of the bathhouse door — one of the samurai appears on the threshold with a very guilty look on his face.

“Have you lost your mind? Get away from here right now!” Scaramouche orders, giving the servant a cold, stern look.

“I’m sorry master! But that's an extremely important matter! We have caught the traitor Hajime with the stolen drawings!”

_______

Scaramouche has to reluctantly interrupt the bathing and go straight to the hall where the samurai who recently has tried to escape from the estate is held — the traitor who for several months has been trying to steal the important documents right out from under the master.

As a punishment for the attempted stealing Hajime had to be executed but somehow he had escaped the reprisal, and then the old samurai happened to run away, about which a denunciation was accidentally planted in the Raiden’s estate.

What a pathetic old man…

Accompanied by two of his subordinates, Kunikuzushi walks down the corridor into the hall, the doors of which are being opened in front of him by a couple of servants, letting him to face the traitor.

The man has been kneeling, keeping his tightly bound hands behind his back. He has been trembling from head to toe, while bowing his head humbly before the master: the wet black hair is almost covering his wrinkly face crossed with streams of quiet voiceless tears. The old man is sobbing silently, not daring to raise his eyes on the master standing in front of him, apparently realizing how pathetic he is and how very soon his death will probably come. It will come, indeed, but a little bit later…

It is important to get some more information from this pathetic traitor…

“Master Raiden…” mutters the man, sensing the cold steel against his jaw, as the young master presses the edge of the long blade to it in some disdainful gesture.

“How did it happen that you were able to cross the border?”

Kunikuzushi asks with a cold, completely expressionless voice, looking at the face of the man closely, slightly squinting his darkened blue eyes. The question is the only thing that is bothering him at the moment.

“I was helped by someone,” not hesitating even for a moment, Hajime answers, apparently realizing that evading the answer or lying would be pointless now, “it was one of your men, master. He has some connections with the people on the border.”

A barely audible whisper of surprise spreads in the hall among the subordinates and servants: it was quite an uncommon thing to learn from the caught defector about another traitor since an order has been established in the clan for the past few years thanks to some harsh methods and exemplary executions. But apparently someone wasn't too impressed by such punishments and in spite of them decided to…

Scaramouche nods to his subordinates, pointing with his eyes at the trembling old man in front of him, who starts to mutter hastily, looking at the samurai coming to him:

“Master, wait! I know the man, he is extremely dangerous!” Hajime tries to dodge the hands of the samurai grabbing him, “He did not only help me to escape, but it's also unknown how many people he had been able to help…”

“Shut up!” Kunikuzushi exclaims. drawing the blade away from the man’s face, “Kill him,” he orders with absolute indifference, ready to turn away from the traitor, but…

“Wait! Hear me out! He is one of your samurai, master!”

Scaramouche freezes, haven't even drawn away the blade yet, and, turning around, demands coldly:

“The name.”

Hajime, who is held by two men, for some unknown reason looks at both of them, apparently trying to hold a pause before voicing out the name of the traitor.

The name Kunikuzushi has been most afraid to hear.

“Kaedehara Kazuha.”

The day is neverending…

“Bring Kaedehara to the hall in the East wing. Right now.”

_______

Before entering the hall Kunikuzushi quietly, barely audibly sighs and for a short moment closes his eyes: he absolutely doesn't want to realize what scene he is about to see 

The scene of punishment of the lowly samurai who dared to betray his own master.

For other people, a meeting in the hall, where samurai has been led to by Kunikuzushi’s order, was a usual act of reprisal. But instead of an exemplary execution the master has chosen a secluded place in his mansion, having previously ordered all the servants and subordinates to go as far away from the hall as possible.

It is unknown where their conversation would lead to. Because Kunikuzushi is perfectly aware of the fact that these circumstances are the direct consequence of Kaedehara’s actions.

Scaramouche, wearing a mask of usual indifference, finally gains the strength to step forward and open the door, his eyes stumbling upon the silhouette of the bound samurai almost right away.

Kunikuzushi freezes on the spot letting the mask give a crack for a moment: if only Kazuha raised his head right now, he would see a fleeting confusion on the master's face, because…

Kaedehara is kneeling, keeping the bound hands behind his back and bowing his head — Kunikuzushi has already seen such a scene today, with the traitor Hajime, but instead of the trembling and sobbing old man — it is the noble silent samurai who looks stately even in such dejected position.

Kaedehara holds his head straight, he is almost motionless and there are no signs of anxiety or fear in the sounds of his steady breath. His long silver hair, glistening with wetness, is loosened from the usual ponytail and flowing akin to a waterfall touching the floor and slightly covering his tranquil face while his eyes are kept shut.

But it isn't the serene look of the person whose death will follow very soon that Kunikuzushi is astonished at…

The young master is taken aback by the fact that Kazuha, who is sitting in front of him, is wearing some inappropriately revealing clothes: the black haori is carelessly put on his wide strong shoulders covered with scars among which there are not only old wounds but also some fresh ones — the red stripes crossing handsome silhouette of the young body…

Kunikuzushi turns away to close the door behind himself, not realizing how he subconsciously tries to slow down the motion — all in the sake of not looking at Kaedehara again. Seeing him in such a position and almost naked suddenly has become a huge problem for the young master. 

As well as his feelings for the samurai, that he should get rid of a long time ago since they do nothing except making his life harder.

Finally having the door shut, Kunikuzushi turns and walks closer to the silent samurai trying to keep himself calm and cool as usual, but when he is near Kazuha it is way too hard for him.

“Once again I see the proof that human nature shouldn't be trusted,” Scaramouche breaks the silence with his cold voice, coming even closer to his ex-subordinate, “all your pleasant words about loyalty and service until death were hollow.”

Kunikuzushi very vividly remembers the day when the only ancestor of the Kaedehara samurai clan, which in the past used to be a big one, came to him to bow and ask to take him into the service, despite it happening two years ago.

Back then the young master refused him due to a number of reasons, but Kazuha insisted and said that he was willing to do any work, even the most difficult one…

Please, let me stay. I promise, I won't cause any problems and will humbly fulfill my duties…

Kunikuzushi has seen the decision of letting Kazuha close as dubious and dangerous this whole time. Indeed, there were many reasons for that and his weird interest in the young samurai was another one…

The samurai who is sitting in front of him as a traitor awaiting his inevitable punishment.

“I want to know the reason,” Kunikuzushi demands, coming very close to Kazuha, to the point that he can touch his head with his hand, “why did you let Hajime escape?”

But Kazuha refuses to answer the master's question. He just keeps silent for a few moments until Scaramouche has lost his self-possession and repeated the demand:

“Answer me, Kazuha.”

He remains silent nevertheless and keeps on bowing before the master without uttering a sound. Maybe he simply doesn't know what to say or maybe he is mocking him…

Ts…

“You…” Kunikuzushi grabs samurai hair, pulling his head backwards to make him look up, “answer when I talk to you,” the master orders with a stern, even colder tone of voice while looking at his face.

It is calm and serene — akin to a river flowing slowly and very quietly. So peacefully and evenly that people would turn to it and not even realize how dangerous the depths of the river could be.

And now, when Kazuha opens his eyes — red and deep, filled with a shade of the unknown that is irresistibly captivating, he seems like a real danger…

The danger to the young man who has fallen into the trap of his own feelings.

“You are so pretty when you're angry, young master,” Kazuha says quietly, letting his lips slowly relax into an almost happy smile that momentarily surprises and confuses Scaramouche but also annoys him and…

“How dare you..!” Kunikuzushi releases the man's hair from the grip of his hand, slapping his face rudely. The ringing slap is so hard that it makes a drop of blood fall from the chapped lips…

Kazuha runs the tongue over his lips, for some unknown reason keeping on smiling somewhat eloquently and mysteriously as if realizing that such a reaction will irritate the young master even more.

Kunikuzushi remains utterly confused by Kazuha's behavior, he doesn't seem remorseful or filled with guilt, he isn't afraid of soon execution, he is perfectly calm and, moreover — he is mocking the master, spitting some rude words at him.

Scaramouche can blame an ill-breeding of the samurai or some kind of fever he is suffering from, but he knows that this isn't the case: Kazuha comes from a noble family and knows the etiquette and the rules perfectly, his behavior has always been without reproach. As Kazuha promised, he has never caused any troubles to master Raiden, except that every night…

“Master, let me know,” Kazuha suddenly addresses him, breaking the silence and turning to Kunikuzushi again, “why have you arranged all of this?”

Scaramouche frowns, not fully understanding the message behind the words, not to mention that he hasn't given permission to his subordinate to ask any questions at all…

“But we both know the “reason” you have asked me about,” not waiting for an answer Kaedehara says, “I have fulfilled your wishes, master,” straightening up slightly, the samurai casts a gaze at Kunikuzushi’s face, who in turn remains silent.

The last thing he wants to hear right now is… that reason

“What are you talking about?”

“Hm,” murmurs Kazuha, a soft smile is still upturning the corners of his lips, “you think that I don't realize your intentions, don't you?” Kaedehara starts to speak a bit quieter as if he is worried that somebody can hear them…

“Every time when you had witnessed some kind of disobedience or betrayal among your subordinates you ordered other people to execute them.”

It is absolutely true: for the past few years Scaramouche has preferred not to stain himself with somebody else’s blood and hasn't executed criminals himself. He has given orders to punish people like Hajime to his samurai and subordinates. Sometimes he came to see public executions just to be sure, but sometimes…

“You once gave me a similar order,” Kaedehara continues on speaking, shrugging his shoulders so slightly that it remains unnoticed by the master, “you ordered me to kill one of my acquaintances who had dared to lie and malign your noble name. But you knew that I couldn't execute him as he was a father of two young children. And I gave him and his family the chance to escape by crossing the border — to run away to the place where they could be safe from your punishment.”

Scaramouche listens to all of this with a complete indifference on his face, trying with all his might not to look surprised…

“And you knew it,” Kazuha grins, “you wanted to save their lives and for some unknown reason turned to me for help. Maybe you believed that I wouldn't be able to kill a father of innocent children.”

Kunikuzushi shudders, finally realizing that his small plan has probably been known to Kazuha from the beginning. Indeed, the young master sent people he wished to spare to Kaedehara. There were some reasons for keeping them alive despite all the betrayals and mistakes they had made during their service.

But the main reason was their families and kids — people who weren't to blame for that their father or bread-winner had dared to disobey their master. There were some exceptions of course but most often Scaramouche just gave them a chance to escape — he knew that Kazuha did it because he was too kind and couldn't execute someone if it made a wife a widow and children orphans.

The same thing happened to Hajime: the old man had three daughters and a sick wife, so Kaedehara let them cross the border as usual, but…

“Hajime fell prey to his own grid,” Kazuha concludes, looking closely at the master’s face, “he dared to return to Japan even though I had strictly forbidden him from doing so.”

What…?

“It was me who turned him in upon the return so you could punish him yourself. I hope you have done so.”

Scaramouche is unable to hide his surprise anymore: he slightly opens his eyes as if only now realizing how cunning and dangerous Kazuha is, and even though his calm noble appearance can make someone trust him, he just…

“You were doing that in secret because you can't afford people thinking of you as a kind-hearted person…”

“Shut up,” Kunikuzushi turns away abruptly as he can't bear it anymore. He doesn't wish Kazuha to see his face and to notice the emotions he can't hold back. The last thing he wants is someone to know about his intentions, even if someone is Kazuha. He doesn’t want anyone to know his true self…

“I was absolutely amazed…” Kazuha continues speaking, even though the master turned away from him not wishing to think about the words the samurai is about to say, “at your compassion and mercy.”

“That's enough!” Scaramouche shudders as he just can't take it anymore and slightly shakes his head, about to turn to Kazuha so he can if not hit him, but to regain the self-respect that still has left…

Hardly has Kunikuzushi turned around when his eyes meet Kazuha's, who in a moment pulls him closer and presses to him causing a great confusion in the young master…

“You…!”

“I once again ask you the question,” Kaedehara whispers with a quiet low voice, lowering to Kunikuzushi's bewildered face while looking at him very closely, “why have you arranged all of this? Master, why have you invited me here?”

“Get out of me right now,” Scaramouche demands with a commanding tone, with an automatic, habitual movement of his hand unsheathing the kaiken and suddenly pressing the blade against the samurai face, “or I will kill you.”

But neither danger, nor demand or threat — nothing has made fear to appear in his red eyes even for a moment, but only sincere excitement, that makes Scaramouche tense up even more.

“You are not going to kill me, master,” Kaedehara smiles with the corners of his lips, not even moving for a bit, staying way too close to Scaramouche, way too… — even though I would be happy to die from your hand.

You…

The grip of Kunikuzushi's hand on the kaiken’s handle becomes stronger and he presses it to the samurai neck harder, ready to cut the pale skin at any moment, dissecting it as a punishment for his blatant disobedience and…

“Master, tell me,” Kazuha interrupts his stream of thought, “What do you really expect from this meeting?”

Scaramouche frowns again, now completely confused and not grasping what his subordinate is talking about. And this state of brief confusion becomes his fatal mistake because Kazuha suddenly grabs the hand in which he is holding… the blade.

What the…?!

All this time he has kept his hands behind his back because they have been tied, but how has he…?!

“You..!” Kunikuzushi has time only to cast a surprised, furious glance at the samurai, ready to finally pierce his throat with the blade but… a sharp pain from the tight grip on his hand prevents him from doing so.

The blade falls onto the floor with a ringing echo, so the young master can now realize his own mistake. He is both filled with fear and excitement by what Kazuha is going to do: he puts his other hand on his waist, pulling the master's body closer, blatantly invading his personal space.

“Get out of me!” Scaramouche demands, trying to free himself. He didn't take samurai words seriously at the beginning, but now he can barely move in his strong arms, in his tight embrace, taking an attempt to escape, pressing his free hand against the samurai wide chest, accidentally touching his bare skin.

No way…!

“Master,” Kazuha whispers, lowering himself right to Scaramouche’s face, hot breath brushes against the soft skin of his neck,” if we have disclosed one of our little secrets today, “he murmurs with a sweet, barely audible whisper, “maybe we should go on with our confession?”

“What are you talking about…!” Kunikuzushi is restless, shuddering slightly from the touches of his strong hands while his body has just given in and started trembling

No, no, don't do this… Don't touch..!

“Master,” straightening up for a little, Kazuha addresses Scaramouche once again and casts a glance of his scarlet eyes at his lips slightly parted in confusion, “you are perfectly aware of the fact that my family sent me to you as a gift.”

Kunikuzushi turns his head away, not even able to tell where this conversation will lead. He just continues on roughly pushing the other's shoulders and hating himself for letting his guard down.

And what if Kazuha just kills him right now? There is nothing to stop him, nothing, except…

“And not only my life and soul belongs to you, but also my body does.”

The young master freezes on the spot after hearing such a weird and… indecent confession that makes him tense up even more.

“So why were you…” Kazuha lowers himself to Scaramouche's face once again, only a few millimeters left between them, lips almost touching, while he is whispering slowly and sensually “…indulging in your fantasies almost every night instead of asking me for help?”

“What…”

“The walls in the mansion are thin, master. And I have a very keen hearing.”

In a moment Kunikuzushi is being pierced with a sense of terror that is breaking his hopes of spending the evening without any deaths and executions. He is filled with an unbearable shame and frightened by the fact that someone of his subordinates has found out about his little cherished secret thanks to his own carelessness…

No, no, no…!

And not just some of his servants whose life would mean nothing in case Kunikuzushi wants to kill them, but the person… the same person whose name he screams almost every night while indulging in his sweet fantasies where the samurai roughly has him, caressing and kissing…

But now it's all pointless…

Why him? Why is it him every time? Why does his name mean… so much to the young master? Why does he hear his name every time when something that can make him worry or hurt happens?

Why Kaedehara?

“Master…”

“No, don't touch me…” Scaramouche makes another attempt to escape, repeating to the samurai again and again, “don't touch me, don't…”

“Please, do not worry,” Kazuha calmly interrupts his pleas, “nobody except me knows your secret.”

Scaramouche freezes, feeling the touch of the other’s hand on his cheek, while samurai cups his face so that he can lean closer and cover his soft lips with his own in a sudden desperate but sweet kiss. Kunikuzushi feels samurai lips on his own and trembles with all the emotions overflowing him right now: he can hardly hold himself so as not to moan right into the kiss while struggling frantically and turning away, feeling a tiny bit of regret from doing so…

Just a tiny bit…

“You have lost your mind!” pushing the man away, Scaramouche raises his hand and slaps him in the face again, “there is no secret, you’re just delirious!”

He doesn’t want fighting back, he doesn't want to dodge the touches and kisses because… the sweetness of his fantasies becomes a reality probably for the first time in his life — and resisting this desire is way too painful for the young man in love.

“Well, I have lost my mind, haven’t I?” Kaedehara chuckles, pulling away for a moment and laughing with a brief grimace on his face — probably because it hurts a little from the slap of the master's strong hand.

“And there is no secret that you keep,” he continues on speaking, casting a hazed glance at Scaramouche: as if the samurai is possessed by some kind of demonic force; and then he roughly grabs his master's waist, pulling him up and pushing him into a dark corner, where he presses him against the wall with no chance to escape…

“So you don't touch yourself every night screaming my name?” 

Kunikuzushi struggles trying to push Kazuha away, but he’s only pulling him closer and closer, pressing to him with the warm skin of his naked chest and strong shoulders: one look at them makes Kunikuzushi lose the remnants of his self-possession…

His body is trembling shamelessly under every passionate touch of the samurai's hands that slide down his garment, unfolding it just to roughly take it off the master's shoulders and his chest rising from the heavy breathing, then touching it, free from the undershirt as well…

“Stop it…” Scaramouche begs hesitantly, grabbing both of Kazuha's shoulders with his hands, trying to finally push him away, “you are lunatic, what are you doing…”

“I want to catch you in a lie, master,” Kazuha grins, pressing his lips to Scaramouche’s bare neck, kissing him passionately.

“Mh…” an involuntary moan leaves Scaramouche’s lips as he is gripping the other's shoulders even harder, suddenly closing his eyes and turning away from the unbearable shame: a shiver of arousal spreads across his body, pleasantly filling his chest…

Kazuha then lowers himself to the chest, slowly tracing his collarbones with his lips, covering his skin with kisses — every touch makes it burn and master is trembling even harder from the feeling of losing the last bits of his consciousness from the intensity of his desire.

Scaramouche is practically unable to perceive the surroundings, unable to believe that his sweet dreams are partly coming true while Kazuha is pressing him to the wall, kissing him and caressing his body as a foreplay to the sensual intimacy where Scaramouche will give in right on the spot…

“Stop it…” the young master repeats again, keeping his eyes shut in the denial of reality where the feeling of sweet excitement rises dangerously from the samurai touches to his chest, who then bends down even more, gripping him by the waist so he can barely move…

“Admit it, master,” Kaedehara whispers, running his tongue along his chest, pressing him harder against the wall, while his nails dig deeper into the samurai back, “admit that you were touching yourself while you were thinking about me.”

“No…” Scaramouche is panting and shaking his head, “no way, I would never…” he repeats, shutting his eyes even harder since Kazuha slowly covers the soft skin of his chest with the burning kisses, getting closer and closer to one of his nipples so he can suck on it as if he is hungry.

“Stop it,” Scaramouche gasps, not even noticing how he starts involuntary  arching into the warm touches, losing his mind from the intensity of the moment where he feels the sweetness of the tongue lapping against the sensitive spot on his chest so vividly.

“The confession, master,” the samurai repeats, slightly smiling and casting a sly glance upon the young man, noticing the distinct expression of embarrassment on his face. Scaramouche has been pursing his lips, not letting way too heavy gasps escape his chest now burning from the shameless skillful caressing: Kazuha is kissing him, running his tongue against the hardened nipple, slightly pulling and biting it while giving the attention to the another one, playing with it with his fingers.

“No… no…” the young master repeats in denial, he can't stand the thought of confessing to what he was doing every night, fantasizing about Kazuha. In different positions and places, with different reasons for doing it…

“Stop it…” Scaramouche freezes while suddenly opening his eyes and lowering his gaze to the samurai, who in turn casts a greedy darkened glance at him and grins, realizing why the master is struggling more frantically. It is because Kazuha is running one of his hands down his stomach, touching the waistband of his hakama.

“Don't you dare,” Kunikuzushi is still begging, though he senses an unpleasant uncertainty in his own words. Deep in his heart he doesn't want the samurai to stop at all, he doesn't want to be rational. He wants to indulge in this desire that makes his head reel.

But his pleas can barely stop Kaedehara: he gently pulls the waistband out so that he can slide his hand under the slightly rough cloth of his pants that have been hiding a hard reddened cock.

“That's enough, stop it…” Kunikuzushi grabs Kazuha's wrist, trying to stop the samurai hand, with which he holds the heated, wet from the leaking lubricant cock, “don't do it…”

“Master, admit it to me” Kazuha demands again, staying absolutely adamant to the pleas with which Scaramouche tries to stop him. Kunikuzushi is slightly turning his head again, questioning how he can get over himself and say such an obvious thing: Kazuha has already known it, so why can't Scaramouche voice it out right now?

Voice it out..?

“Yes, that's true…” the master has finally plucked up the courage to admit it, turning away once more so that the dark bangs can cover his blushed,   burning from the shame face for a little bit, “yes, that's true, I was doing it… I was doing it…” he repeats, not believing that he truly says it.

“You were doing what?” Kazuha raises himself up for a little, taking his lips off the young man’s chest but not taking the hand off his cock, “tell me, master,” he’s stroking his wet cock slowly and gently, making the young master's body tremble violently.

“Don't tease me… You demanded me to admit it and I have done it,” Scaramouche grips the other’s hand harder, both wishing and not wishing it to stop. He has lost his mind from the burning pleasure caused by the sweet torture of samurai caresses.

“I want to know how exactly you were touching yourself,” bending to Scaramouche's face, Kaedehara whispers quietly, kissing his earlobe, “please, share it with me.”

Scaramouche tries to turn away from the passionate kisses with which Kazuha's covering his face, then lowering to his neck, making the young man slightly arc into his touches — he doesn't even know why he is doing this, he doesn’t know why he starts to expose himself right now, indulging in the caresses, hesitantly thrusting his hips into the samurai hand while he is stroking his exited member, pausing for a moment to play with the tip dripping with thick precum.

“I was fantasizing about you…”  Scaramouche spits out, biting his lips, being on the point of dying  from shame  and embarrassment that are being overflowed by the pleasure, making his clouded thoughts heavier, “I was touching myself while I was thinking about you…”

“What was I doing in your fantasies, master?”

“Stop asking…” Kunikuzushi presses his head against the other's shoulder, realizing that he can barely continue this dialogue, it is too much for him. It was hard enough to confess to something this shameful and now he is being asked for the details…

“I will tell you nothing…” Scaramouche says almost confidently, sensing the grip of the hand on his cock becoming harder, stroking it a little bit faster.

“Then let me do it myself,” Kazuha chuckles, “in your cherished fantasies you were a bottom, weren't you?”

“No, no…” the young master denies, terrified by the fact that Kazuha is going to voice out his fantasies.

“But from time to time you moaned, asking me to be harder and deeper,” Kazuha whispers in spite of Kunikuzushi's pleas, “I heard every word you cried, when you were begging me to have you harder…”

“Please, stop it,” Scaramouche has already been panting from what he hears: Kazuha embarrasses him so easily by speaking of something so indecent that it can't even be formulated in his own private thoughts.

“You liked to fantasize about us making love to each other in different positions, didn’t you?” Kazuha says quietly, kissing his reddened ear, “was it similar to what I’m doing right now, pressing you against the wall with my whole body, having you like that?”

“Mh… Yes… ” the moan involuntary leaves the young master's lips, who is lost in the sensations, thrusting into the hand that is caressing him faster, letting himself to be open in his most cherished and perverted fantasies…

“I would really like to see you, master, in the moment when you are gracefully arching your back, touching yourself while moaning out loud my name.”

Scaramouche freezes, leaning into the touches of his strong hands a little bit more, wrapping his arm around his neck, tangling his fingers into his long hair.

He can finally touch it, sense it and fully feel their softness; he can grip it not in a rude gesture, intending to hit Kazuha, but in the moment of sweet, sensual intimacy…

“Master, let me see you in the moment of your pleasure for once,” Kazuha whispers, pulling him closer, moving his hand faster and faster, “I want to see you moaning my name…”

“Aa-h…” Scaramouche indulges in his overwhelming desire, throwing his head back, unable to bear vivid sensations and spasms striking his body — the signs of his soon release. The young master doesn't care anymore about how perverted or lewd he seems in the eyes of his samurai. He wants only one thing: to chase his intense long-awaited orgasm…

“Kazuha…” Kunikuzushi lets out a deep loud groan, and Kazuha sees what he was begging for a few minutes ago — an expression of delight on master’s face: indulging in pleasure, he is moaning the beloved name, opening his soft lips and closing his eyes while his body trembles violently ready to cum way too quickly.

Scaramouche freezes, thrusting his hips for the last time, and then he finally cums in his hand with a  loud groan, cuddling his samurai, leaning into his touches, digging his nails into the skin of his shoulders.

The young master is overcome by an absolute detachment from reality: it is the result of the emptiness and euphoria that are making him numb while he's trying to get over this incredible pleasure. It is so lingering and so hot, so amazing… and so different from what he was experiencing while playing with himself.

“My master…” Kazuha cuddles the young man carefully, holding his weak body close, while he is panting and opening his eyes, casting a glance at the samurai, who in turn smiles gently, with a somewhat wicked look in his darkened scarlet eyes…

“You are so beautiful, my master…”  Kaedehara whispers, lowering himself to Scaramouche's face so that he can cover his soft lips with his own in a long gentle kiss, and Scaramouche gives in to it, slightly closing his eyes as if forgetting about the reality…

He doesn’t want to struggle anymore…

Just a…

It seems that he indeed has swallowed his pride…

“Master, invite me to your chamber now,” Kazuha asks with an almost demanding tone, knowing for sure that the young master is not going to deny him.

Chapter Text

I believe that fate itself has been leading me to you

“Kazuha…”

His parted lips leave a soft kiss on the young master's slightly trembling neck, making a short muffled moan, akin to a quiet whimper, escape his chest — it is somewhat restrained, probably even hesitant, but it pierces Kazuha’s mind with a long-awaited delight…

I have been waiting for this day for so long…

The master's quiet voice echoes all over the room complementing the sounds of the soft slow kisses exiting him even more, even though he's already aroused. Kunikuzushi is melting in the caresses of his strong hands touching him tenderly and with special attention through the cloth of the garment, not rushing to take it off despite the desire showing through his actions…

“Kazuha…”

His soft lips part slightly in almost inaudible moans while he is trying to contain his trembling voice in his chest, burning with the overwhelming sensations, his heart’s beating so violently, its distinct throbbing can be heard under tender touches of the hand…

“My master…”

Kazuha calls him quietly, leaving a trace of slow passionate kisses on his hot skin covered with countless skars: there are some of them on his smooth shoulders, his perfect collarbones and strong chest raising from every touch of his wet lips bringing him very unusual, very dangerous pleasure — as if with every knew kiss he comes closer and closer to the realization of nature of his feelings — realization of his desire to give in to this lowly pleasure, forgetting about the rules, the morals and his own pride…

I have been dreaming of you since we met for the first time…

Kunikuzushi jolts slightly, gripping samurai shoulders harder, digging his nails deeper into the haori covering his smooth skin and his muscles. The young master grips it so tight as if trying to hold on to Kazuha and reality that is slipping away from him, as his body is trembling with anticipation like a taut string…

I have been dreaming of throwing myself at your feet and singing my love to you…

…with a nagging warmth in his lower abdomen, making the master arc involuntary into the confident touches of the strong hands stripping off the cloth of almost removed undershirt from his chest and waist, exposing the young smooth body to the longing gaze of his scarlet eyes filled with shades — silhouettes of demonic creatures whispering to samurai some bold, unseemly thoughts…

“Master…”

The thoughts of greed and passion, of pleasure that takes over him in the moment he sees the master… He falls apart under the overwhelming love and admiration he feels towards his beautiful Kunikuzushi, his face flushed after the hot passionate caresses, his warm skin waiting to be kissed gently while an embarrassment’s showing on his soft cheeks; his irresistibly attractive eyes sparkling with excitement reminding of the dark blue sky of especially beautiful starlight night; the strands of his dark silky hair scattered across the bed, and Kazuha feels their softness while he's touching them gently, tenderly tucking some of the short ones behind his reddened ear, lowering himself to it to brush his lips against the warm skin and quietly, slowly whisper.

“Master, I have been waiting for it for so long…”

Kunikuzushi visibly tenses up sensing the hot whisper burning not only his skin but his whole body filled with desire… The desire to be even closer to Kazuha, to feel his touches and warmth of his hands and lips radiate through his whole body…

“I have been living in my dreams of this moment…”

Kazuha sweetly and tenderly kisses the skin behind his warm ear while whispering some affectionate confessions that instantly reach the hidden corners of Kunikuzushi’s soul that up to this day has been silently keeping the little secret of his weird feelings towards his samurai.

But now…

…Right now Kazuha is opening up to him slowly but surely, letting the feelings and natural desires overcome him, melting the shame and fear of such intimacy…

“I heard your beautiful voice every night, imagining…”

Kazuha lowers his lips to his cheek, kissing him softly and whispering these dirty, straightforward confessions that drive Scaramouche to the point of trembling and overwhelming excitement — the well-known heaviness in his lower body…

“...How you would beg me to have you deeper not only in your dreams, but also in reality…”

Kunikuzushi shudders at these words even more, feeling the urge to close his eyes and turn away — he’s too embarrassed by these obscene revelations that actually bring him some weird, twisted pleasure…

“Stop it…” in spite of his own desires Scaramouche whispers, not even understanding how much pleasure his reaction brings Kazuha: his attempt to deny it, but in reality…

*Your words are enough for me to stop, master…” Kazuha utters quietly, raising himself up for a little.

Hearing this, Scaramouche suddenly shudders as if with some fear, glancing at the samurai anxiously, noticing Kazuha smile with the corners of his lips feeling pleased with the reaction of the young master again.

“You are so adorable…” Kazuha whispers without any hesitation, lowering to the young man’s face to glance at his slightly parted lips and cover them in a quick sweet kiss sliding his tongue into the warmth of his mouth…

“Mmh…” frowning, Kunikuzushi lets out a muffled moan into the kiss, not having enough time to react to the intrusion and the confident grip of the strong hands on his bare waist.

I have been dreaming of being here, in your bedroom, for so long, to bring you real pleasure…

Slightly arching his back and trembling, Scaramouche involuntarily leans closer into Kazuha while kissing him back hungrily and passionately, in a few moments getting intoxicated by the hot kiss even though his mind has already been clouded…

The weird but pleasant sensation of the man’s tongue playing with his own so confidently makes the young master dizzy and and even more aroused…

And while Kazuha is kissing him, drawing him into the flow of barely controlled passion, he further starts to strip the master off his clothes; he’s doing it very slowly and carefully so not to interfere with Kunikuzushi kissing him so hot, completely melting into the kiss, losing himself in the unknown pleasure…

Scaramouche is indeed overwhelmed by the sensations: he is even amazed at how pleasant such obscene, passionate kisses can be…

It isn't his first time by any means, but he has never felt anything like this before, he is exploring something so wonderful for the first time in many years…

How sweet your lips are…

Kunikuzushi is quietly moaning into the lingering kiss again, starting to feel cold crawling up his body since his clothes have been skillfully taken off his shoulders by the samurai who is now caressing his smooth slim hips.

“Mh…”

Slowly breaking the wet kiss Kazuha opens his eyes to give the young master's body a gaze filled with languid delight, getting rid of the remaining clothes that have interfered with his admiration of smooth curves of his beautiful body, his hips in particular…

“You're exceptionally beautiful…”

…that have been waiting to be squeezed passionately and spread out so he can reach between them and press his hard excited member, glistening in the semi-darkness with  heavily dripping precum, to the rim.

“Stop it…” the words suddenly leave the master's lips who senses this filled with love and desire hungry look of the red eyes and turns away, whispering a little bit hesitantly, “don't you dare look at me like that…”

“Forgive me for my little weakness, master…”

Pulling Kunikuzushi a little bit closer and carefully taking his chin with his fingers so he can turn his face, Kazuha shortly, barely audibly chuckles into the other's lips and whispers with his low, sensual voice:

“…but if only you knew how much I restrain myself so as not to take possession of your body right now…”

Scaramouche jolts again and suddenly bites his lips until they almost bleed, feeling a sudden wave of shame taking over him, so he just doesn't know what to do anymore…

He can't stand hearing things like that, but at the same time he wishes for it deeply, it's like his most cherished dreams, where he fully gives in to the pleasure of being kissed and caressed…

“That's okay…” Kaedehara whispers quietly, noticing the tiny, barely visible drops of blood appeared on the master’s lips, “no need to…” he murmurs affectionately, gently tracing his fingertips along the slightly swollen, bitten lips and then gazes at them in adoration, freezing for a few moments…

I won't let anyone, not even yourself, hurt you…

…and then he covers the master's lips with his own again, kissing him slowly and passionately, touching the corners of his lips and their contours, as if trying to heal the little sores with an act of affection…

Initially Kunikuzushi considers pulling away as if he doesn't want to be drawn into the insane swirl of kisses that keeps getting hotter and hotter, but as soon as Scaramouche feels Kazuha forcefully press against him and puts his knee between his legs — he forgets about everything and lets himself submit to his power…

“Mmm…”

Hearing his sweet lingering moan breaking their kiss for a moment, Kaedehara is smiling gently into the master's lips, sensing the wave of overwhelming desire taking over him even more…

I am incredibly happy to hold your beautiful body so close…

He wants to explore the master wholly, to touch every of his curves, to kiss every millimeter of his skin from the gracious neck and shoulders to the flat stomach, getting lower and lower, to the part that has been hard and longing, the part Kazuha had a chance to touch an hour ago — while the master, pinned against the wall, was writhing from the passionate caresses of the bold samurai intoxicated with his feelings, and right now…

“What are you…?”

…right now the master is lying before him on the bed, sprawling somewhat carelessly among the dark clothes finally taken off his trembling excited body, arching his back, sensing a rush of heat filling him from the kisses sliding down, his hard cock pulsing with pleasant warmth.

“Kazuha…”

Kunikuzushi draws his hands to the samurai head, tangling his thin fingers into the strands of the long loose fair hair that is pleasantly tingling the skin of his hips and groin while Kazuha's leaning to them so he can press his lips against it and, closing his eyes, save the moment and feel every second of this close, seemingly ethereal intimacy.

I am so happy to see your desire and attraction to me…

The moment he shares with the person who has become his most cherished dream, someone he is madly in love with — his young master.

“A-ah…”

Kunikuzushi is writhing and pulling Kazuha's hair with his fingers even harder, while the man is licking the tip of his dick, temptingly glistening with precum, and then gently kisses it in anticipation of the master’s body jolting once again from the simple but passionate caresses.

They indeed start to drive Kunikuzushi into some kind of very odd pleasure that he can't understand at all while it's spreading across his body with a pleasant warmth he wants to melt in…

Kazuha, seeing the pleasure of his master, grabs his hips so he can slightly raise them and spread apart, and then carefully presses his lips right to the base of his cock, kisses it with eyes slightly closed and then shifts his tongue lower, to the rim covered with drops of lubricant, making a mess of the clothes and the sheets.

“Wait…” Kunikuzushi whispers, slightly covering his mouth with his hand as if trying to prevent the heat inside of his chest from escaping his lips in the form of a moan echoing all over the bedroom. It was so unusual and strange to him — to feel the sensations of hot lips and tongue where he used to play with his fingers almost every night, and now…

“How adorable you are…”

The samurai is whispering, lightly touching his slightly loose from the recent play rim, and then presses his lips to it, carefully running his tongue around it and then sliding it inside…

“Kazuha…!”

Scaramouche suddenly cries out arching his back even more, the fingers on his feet are curling from the tension striking his body caused by the… weird, even somewhat scary pleasure. He would never think that his samurai could do something like that, so dirty, sensual, exciting, something that makes him lose his mind…

Kazuha feels his master pull his hair even harder, but he finds this light fleeting pain pleasant and sweet, moreover he likes the drops of precum on his hard longing dick — so pretty, so fine that it deserves being contemplated…

“My master…”

…his every bit deserves to be contemplated while he is writhing under the burning kisses and caresses Kazuha dares to cover his dick with and then slowly puts its tip into his mouth.

Scaramouche sighs heavily, jolting a little from the heat spreading inside of him and from the intoxicating pleasure, from the wetness of the man's tongue gently running around the tip, slurping and kissing the sensitive spot.

“How sweet you are…”

Kazuha is whispering sensually raising his darkened gaze to his master while sucking on his dick, carefully and skillfully pleasuring him with his lips, helping himself with the hand, stroking the length and spreading the big drops of leaking precum.

Kunikuzushi is slightly turning his head, getting lost in this overwhelming pleasure, in the wonderful moment of being touched and carefully, skillfully caressed… He wants neither to know nor speculate on where Kaedehara has got his skills in such things — he is just enjoying the moment, shuddering involuntarily and pulling the soft strands of Kazuha's long hair even harder as if trying to press Kazuha's face even closer…

“Mhh…”

Scaramouche suddenly freezes, slightly opening his eyes from the feeling of sudden coldness on his rim, in the spot Kazuha touches him with his fingers, wet with lubricant, carefully sliding one of them into the throbbing entrance, and then, since it has disappeared inside easily, the second finger follows it, making it evident that the master's hole has been prepared properly…

“How stretched out it is…” — Kazuha smirks, meeting the flustered and a little bit anxious gaze of his master, who probably feels a great shame hearing these words…

“You often play with yourself, indeed…” Kazuha continues on whispering, gazing at the man with his velvet red eyes, making him sharply turn away and desperately cover his mouth with his hand, trying to hold back a loud, dirty moan, feeling one more finger inside of him, “master, are you really enjoying it that much?”

“Shut up…” Scaramouche is whispering through the feelings of unbearable shame and desire to just disappear, covering his eyes as if trying to hide from the glistening greedy gaze of the samurai…

“But I really want to know…” Kazuha slowly raises himself, releasing the twitching hard cock from his grip and emptying his hole slurping from the lubricant, “…what makes my master feel so good…”

Scaramouche jolts realizing that Kazuha has deprived him of his touches, withdrawing his hands from his body, which makes him a little bit confused so he casts a somewhat puzzled gaze at him.

“Is it your physical need, master?”

However, as soon as Kunikuzushi turns his head to face the samurai, glancing at him, he freezes, witnessing the most captivating thing that drives him mad with the desire of giving in to Kazuha's power, forgetting about the shame and pride, because…

“Or is it me who turns you on…?”

Kaedehara appears before him completely naked…

With a quick movement of his hand he unbelts his slightly opened haori, the cloth of it is now falling onto the bed exposing the master's probably biggest guilty pleasure — the strong body of the samurai, the contours of it making Kunikuzushi go silent with astonishment…

I’m not offended by the reason for your attraction to me…

The young master is finally able to look closely at the reason for his attraction towards the samurai: the confidence of his wide shoulders, smooth collarbones and strong arms, his firm chest covered with scars, each of them he wants to touch gently and trace with his fingertips, cover them with sweet, delicate kisses…

And, slightly rising, the young master is reaching out to Kazuha, feeling a little bit lightheaded from the beautiful sight in front of him, lowering his eyes, seeing that Kazuha starts to expose not only his upper body, but also his hips and…

“Master, let me confess to you…” — Kazuha suddenly interrupts Kunikuzushi’s contemplation of his body, getting close to him, making him lay back down on the pillows, “at first I just wanted to caress you…” samurai admits, getting especially close to the young master's face who in turn glances at him as if silently asking him of something…

“I wanted you to know it and to feel it yourself, but…” Kazuha murmurs quietly with his low voice, drawing his hand to Scaramouche's face to gently pet his flustered cheek, “now I think that it won't be enough,” getting even closer to his slightly parted lips, he runs the tip of his tongue along them, opening them even more to carefully slip his fingers inside, into the warmth of his master's mouth…

“Mhm…”

Who in turn starts to whine quietly, somewhat taken aback by his boldness, feeling the man’s finger pressing against his tongue and…

“Suck on them properly, master.”

The somewhat commanding tone of his voice surprises Scaramouche even more, probably the young master has missed the moment of the sudden change in their positions…

“Mmh…”

But he would be lying if he didn't admit that he is enjoying what’s happening to him right now, while he is parting his soft lips, fulfilling the order: he is running his wet nimble tongue around Kazuha’s fingers, sucking on them while the feeling of overjoyment overwhelms him as if he starts to find pleasure in this kind of slight degradation…

“Just like that…”

Watching him, a soft smile upturns the corners of Kazuha’s lips while he is giving him a languish look of his scarlet eyes glistening in the dark — meeting it, Scaramouche feels a little bit lightheaded as unfathomable pleasure’s filling him as he realizes that samurai gaze is full of adoration, while he is sucking on his fingers with a particular diligence, his lips popping and he’s getting lost in this simple but so special intimacy…

“What a lovely sight I see…”

Kazuha watches his master fulfill his order in bliss and can barely hold himself back from imagining him doing the same thing to…

“Mh…”

Kaedehara slowly withdraws his hand from Scaramouche's lips, leaving his mouth empty, but the master is following it as if not wanting to end this simple foreplay, but as soon as he notices Kazuha lower the hand to his groin, stroking his member with his wet fingers, covering it with with saliva, Kunikuzushi looks away from it, suddenly getting embarrassed by the images of what’s going to be next…

Images of Kazuha getting closer to him right now and spreading his legs to press his hard cock against him…

“Master, there's no need to be so shy…”

Kunikuzushi jolts a little feeling not only the hot lips whispering against his own but also the hand touching him down there, in the spot where all of his being is burning in the flames of desire, in the spot where every touch sends a shiver traveling across his back and…

“Didn't you dream about it every night?”

Scaramouche has no time to answer, he just lets out a short moan as soon as he feels the other's cock pressing against his butt while Kazuha's positioning himself so it lines up with his trembling entrance and rubs the hard tip against it, but…

“I want you to remember this moment, master…” Kaedehara says quietly and slowly, casting a glance at the young man's face whose body is aching with sweet desire and feeling of long-awaited fullness, making him freeze, while heat of arousal slowly spreads across his body, taking over him…

“I want you to remember the special moment of our first intimacy…”

Kunikuzushi jolts, finally feeling Kazuha slowly fill him, the big tip of his cock’s easily slipping inside, causing a very slight discomfort that starts to fade away in a few moments…

“Mh…” Kazuha sighs out heavily trying not to give in to the pleasure taking over him, while his master’s hole is clenching around him so very tight, making holding himself back increasingly harder, so the grip of his hands on the master's hips becomes stronger, while he's trying to push a little bit deeper inside of him and then slows down allowing them both to adjust to the overwhelming sensations while a loud moan leaves the master’s lips as soon as Kazuha hits his sweet spot…

“A-ah…”

Scaramouche lets his guards down and moans out loud, arching his back, leaning into the touches of Kazuha's strong hands that are gently caressing his waist as if trying to calm down the trembling in the master's body, but it only causes greater pleasure to him…

In spite of weird sensations that are so different from what he used to fantasize about, he enjoys the trembling in his body and the feeling of the hot member moving inside, making him feverous as if he is about to pass out from these overwhelming feelings and sensations…

The master is writhing, clenching the clothes underneath him, while the waves of the hot pleasure are taking over him every time Kazuha thrusts deeper…

“Kazuha…”

Kaedehara himself is on the point of losing his mind while he is holding the master close, feeling intense, intoxicating pleasure filling him from the long-awaited intimacy, from the realization that this moment he has desired for so long is becoming reality…

I want to remember this night forever…

And even the sweetest dreams of this moment are nothing compared to reality, to what is happening to him right now, bringing incredible delight to the samurai…

“Master…”

…It is so tight inside of him, so good, so hot and sweet that Kazuha can barely stop himself from moving faster and losing his mind completely. He can't let it happen because he wants this intimacy to bring his master only pure pleasure…

I would rather kill myself than hurt you…

“Admit it to me, master…” Kaedehara whispers passionately, leaning to the young man's face, starting to move inside of him slowly but skillfully, thrusting a little bit deeper, making Kunikuzushi purse his lips while not being able to utter anything except muffled moans that are leaving his lips with every new thrust…

With every deep, hot, burning thrust that hits the sweet spot inside of him, sending a violent shiver traveling across the young master's body, bringing him feelings and sensations he has never known before as if it is indeed his first time, even though it is… not.

What a pity that I am not your first…

“This is nothing like what you felt in the past, right…” Kazuha utters quietly, looking closely at the young master’s face while the feeling of delight reflects on it, “nothing like what you felt when you were playing with yourself all alone…?”

Scaramouche hears his voice through the haze of pleasure that was settling in his mind, and suddenly grabs Kazuha’s shoulders, digging his nails into the smooth skin as a sign of revenge for his rude, inappropriate question…

“So does that mean “no”?” Kazuha doesn't stop asking questions and gets closer to the master’s parted lips while moving inside of him, thrusting harder and deeper into his warmth that is taking him so easily, until his cock is fully sunk in it with a dirty slurping sound…

“Aa-aa-ah!”

The young master lets out a loud moan again, losing all his shame and fear of being heard. Even though there's no one in the wing of the mansion where the master's bedroom is, except for the two lovers longing for each other, reveling in their pleasure of deeply desired intimacy — it would still be too careless to be loud and attract unwanted attention, but…

“Louder…” Kazuha demands with an obvious desire in his voice, meeting Scaramoche's half-lidded gaze with his own, “I want to hear how much you like it, master…”

But in response Kunikuzushi only gives a small nod and purses his lips, trying his best to hold back, not letting another loud moan escape his chest. He knows perfectly well that if they're being heard…

“Please, master, don't worry about it…” Kaedehara gently whispers lowering to his ear, carefully drawing the young man’s hand away from his face, “no one will dare to hear you moan anymore…”

And if someone does… I will kill them.

“Kazuha…” Kunikuzushi cries out as soon as the samurai takes away his hand, pressing it against the crumpled sheets.

“Yeah, my master, just like that…” Kazuha whispers in his ear, breathing heavily, not stopping thrusting even for a moment, making the young man tremble violently and arch into his strong body even more while the wave of the overwhelming tension is spreading across his lower body…

“A-ah…”

The master ends up moaning, parting his lips he can no longer keep pursed, wanting to give into his desire, showing his delight with his sweet whimpers that bring so much pleasure to Kazuha's sensitive ears…

“Do you like to feel me inside you that much…?” Kaedehara asks with an evident mockery in his voice, and then licks his earlobe with the tip of his tongue, while holding his hand in his own and gripping his waist with the other hand, thrusting relentlessly, while the wet walls are sweetly squeezing him and sucking him in…

“Please, master, admit that my cock brings you more pleasure than your fingers were doing when you touched yourself every night…?”

“Mmm…! Yeah…!” Kunikuzushi cries out, feeling his cock thrusting rough and deep inside of him, arching his back and throwing his head back, as if exposing his neck to Kazuha's greedy kisses, brushing his lips against his slightly wet skin…

“You should ask me for it earlier, master…” Kaedehara pants, closing his eyes and feeling Scaramouche’s walls clench around him even more, while he is trembling and writhing in anticipation of the soon release…

“Just say it, and I will visit you every night…”

In response the young master only leans into Kazuha's touches, intertwining their fingers like a lover longing for the closer, special bounds, and the other hand he runs through his hair, tangling his fingers in it, pulling the soft strands a little bit harder as if he needs it right right now, as if he's worried that all that's happening right now — is only a continuation of his sick fantasies…

I’m delighted to feel you so close to me…

“Kazuha, I’m…” Kunikuzushi suddenly cries out, exposing his body even more, grinding his hips against the cock roughly thrusting deep inside of him, slurping, wet sounds and his whisper are echoing all over the room, while he is going insane with the pleasure that is about to fill him whole, melting into oblivion all of the thoughts and the perception of reality…

Even gods themselves don't know how madly I’m in love with you…

“I’m going to…” Scaramouche whimpers, not being able to hold back anymore, not even realizing how perfectly well Kaedehara feels his soon release as his walls are clenching around him so tight, making Kaedehara himself get closer to the desired moment that is coming too soon…

I love you, Hime-sama…

“Ahh…!” the young master whines loudly as Kazuha makes a few especially deep, desperate thrusts into him — there's so much desire in his fast movements, his tip’s hitting the sweet spot inside of Kunikuzushi making him unravel and, freezing, reach his loud vivid release, sending furious burning pleasure travelling across his body…

“Kazuha…!”

He is taken over by it, his cum is dirtying his stomach while he is moaning out loud the name of his samurai, who makes a few especially deep thrusts and then reaches his peak as well, cumming inside of the young man…

The young master closes his eyes wearily, not being able to understand what's bringing him the most pleasure right now: is it the realization that his dreams has become a reality, or is it the wave of vivid burning pleasure, making his mind go blank, or a feeling of the warm Kazuha's cum inside of him…

He is so oddly, inexplicably happy to hear his heavy breathing, to feel his passionate kisses he’s covering his bitten lips with, to feel so full, and warm, and tired…

“My master…”

Kunikuzushi can hardly open his eyes to cast a glance at his samurai who in response gives him a half-lidded look, gazing at his face with particular delight…

“You should leave me in the morning…” Scaramouche whispers with his last ounce of strength, being in some kind of gaze, panting, “if someone sees you here…”

“Nobody will see me here, master,” Kaedehara murmurs, kissing the corner of his lips, “I promise,” he assures, gently brushing his fingers against his cheek, while the young man is falling asleep in his arms and squeezing his hand at last…

Kaedehara has been holding his hand all the time as if not wishing to break these metaphorical, but so precious to the samurai in love bonds, he would do anything for them, he would even sacrifice his own life…

Not only his own, though.

The early mellow morning has come too fast after the fervent night, starting to Kazuha with muffled, barely audible noises disturbing his short, light sleep.

The samurai opens his eyes abruptly, staring at the ceiling of the master's bedroom he has always wanted to see waking up in the morning after intimacy with Kunikuzushi…

But now, instead of the joy and pleasure of feeling the warmth of his beloved master, who despite having a separate futon snuggled up to him at night and has been sleeping next to him since then, snoring adorably, Kazuha feels a wave of anxiety come over him from hearing… someone else's presence.

Getting up carefully so as not to wake up his master, Kaedehara gets dressed, ties his long hair into a ponytail and then silently walks out to the corridor, trying to leave the master's chamber making as little noise as possible, but…

As soon as he leaves the bedroom he hears someone’s light footsteps, probably it is a woman who’s sneaking…

“Master Kaedehara…?”

And then he hears a quiet familiar female voice, immediately recognizing his assistant — Katsumi.

“Are you okay? Are you really alive?” she notices the samurai and comes closer, her features relax into a gentle smile, but there's something… weird showing through it. As if it's an attempt to hide her anxiety or something else — but Kazuha doesn't have enough time to understand what it is because the young woman gets closer to him and suddenly hides her face in his chest, touching it with her hands.

“I was so worried that the master was going to kill you…” Katsumi whispers with a trembling voice, but Kazuha doesn't respond to her sudden desire for this closeness, and the only thing he says, putting his hands on her shoulders, is…

“Just tell me, how much have you seen, Katsumi? Because if you’ve seen a lot…”

I’m afraid I will need to get rid of you…

Chapter Text

As a noble blade, I must serve my master faithfully and protect him with my life…

 “H-ha…”

He felt a painfully long moment that was in fact just a second very slowly and naggingly slipping through his body, spreading like a stain of viscous blood, the smell of it was very distinct despite the pain and the haze of terror…

“Master…”

He heard a hoarse voice resonating in spite of deafening fear — genuine and involuntary, as if it had taken hold of him in some kind of unconscious state — he could never think that someone's death would afflict him so much. Since early childhood he had been a witness of many murders and executions, which were a usual thing happening everywhere in times of endless clan wars he was raised in.

He himself did something like that all the time — he took the lives of unfaithful people and those who didn't deserve to live. He thought he had enough power to make such decisions.

“Master… Go away…”

But now, facing death and seeing it crawling over the barely alive body pierced by the blade, he felt an overwhelming sorrow, making his mind give a little crack that was ready to become a huge cleft and, akin to the blade a few minutes ago, just… break .

He watched the katana in the skilled hands of the samurai crack mercilessly with a ringing of steel in the moment washed in blood. He watched the metall break, getting hit by the other blade which was dissecting everything on the way: air, steel… and flesh.

And even though in your hands, master, I’m no more than a weapon…

He saw the dark viscous stain of blood slowly spreading across the body bend from being pierced by a sharp blade, outlining the deep wound that was probably… deadly .

I'm happy to know that our bonds, master…

It was like a painting frozen on the canvas that depicted madness and rage of the red spreading across the white snow. It was as silver and as cold as the long scattered hair, and its flow was followed by inevitable fall…

They are stronger than steel of any blade…

He watched the dead body of the man who was his biggest weakness, his revelation and his fear — the fear of being crushed and defeated…

“Kazuha…”

…fell on his knees before him, being irreproachably loyal to him even in the face of his own death.

At present 

“Master?”

Kunikuzushi shudders from the sound of a familiar voice, making him open his eyes and raise his head sharply only to find himself in his own study surrounded by the slightly worried servants…

“Are you alright, master Raiden..?”

He closes his eyes again for a moment to shake off the remnants of drowsiness, and after a small pause he turns to the person sitting beside him. The person is Yamazaki, his personal adviser and a samurai holding the rank of head of security. He is sitting at the long table covered with papers, surrounded by some of his colleagues and servants…

Trying not to pay attention to his servants’ worried expression, Scaramouche casts a glance at the table realizing that it's in complete chaos and the ink is dripping from the tip of the calligraphy brush he is apparently holding in his hand.

He looks at his hands in some kind of disbelief, how could he… fall asleep while writing? What exactly happened to him? Did he lose consciousness or was it something else? And for how long he has been ignoring his servants that now they don't even try to hide their worries and are giving him looks with no fear.

“Master?”

“It's alright,” Scaramouche doesn't let Yamazaki finish his sentence and gives him a stern look, meeting an expression as cold and as blank as his own.

“Forgive my impudence,” Yamazaki utters after a short pause, shifting his frowning gaze to the master's hands, “You look tired. Maybe you should take some rest today?”

Tired, huh?

“I will pretend I haven't heard what you've just said” still completely expressionless, the young master puts the damaged brush in the inkstone and then sits to the side with a silent request on his lips, waiting for one of his servants to clean up the mess on the table and replace the spoilt sheets of paper.

Waiting for his table to be cleaned up, Scaramouche is trying to keep his face and demonstrating his dismissal to the feeling of weakness that overcame him, even though he doesn't know the nature of it…

Maybe Yamazaki is right and Kunikuzushi indeed looks tired. He can pretend everything’s all right and proudly reject all the servants' concerns, but he can't deny the obvious fact that some weird things have been happening to him for the past three weeks.

Besides feeling tired and distractible all the time, he often gets overwhelmed by sudden anxiety attacks that don't ease neither during the daytime nor at night…

“Master..?”

He again hears the voice of his assistant and gives up his musings to cast a look at the table that is now immaculately clean. Without wasting time he sits down for the writing, trying to regain the details of conversation he had before fainting…

“Yamazaki, what were we talking about?” Kunikuzushi graciously takes the brush and makes a short pause holding its tip over the inkstone, waiting for his assistant’s answer, completely refusing to give him even a fleeting look.

“We were talking about Kaedehara, master”

Scaramouche shudders a little and then freezes. He is willing to return to any topic of conversation or solve any problem except for this one: he would like to discuss the contract of the provision of the mines, or the supply of materials, or the invitation to another event arranged by the shogunate. Kunikuzushi deals with such bureaucracy every day, it's an essential part of his life — his responsibilities as the head of the clan, but…

“And what’s with him?” the young master asks dryly, almost indifferently, while still refusing to give his assistant a look.

“You wanted to sent him to the border, master,” he gives an immediate answer, “but I advised you to keep Kazuha as a private of your personal security.”

So, the personal security..?

“Well,” Kunikuzushi utters coldly, finally dipping the tip of the brush in the black ink, “And why do you think he is more helpful here than on the Chinese border? Or should I remind you how many people have been attacked there during the last couple of months?

“You're right, it's an appropriate solution to the problem considering our strained relationships with the Chinese colleagues,” Yamazaki agrees with him, “moreover, Kazuha is a skilled warrior, and we would put things in order with his help, but, with all due respect, the solution isn't rational.”

“Why so,” Kunikuzushi is squeezing the brush, hearing the wood crack under the pressure of his fingers. He is not fond of Yamazaki challenging his decisions, not to mention the topic of their conversation. 

“The situation on the border is not that critical, so there's no need to send Kaedehara there. I think he will be more helpful if he stays here as your personal bodyguard.”

Kunikuzushi smirks quietly and then casts a gaze at the samurai sitting nearby, accompanying Yamazaki as his assistants. They seem skilled and formidably strong, and Kunikuzushi doesn't wish for anything else in his subordinates. He has never paid attention to any of his samurai and has never had a favorite among all the subordinates serving him. It has been like that until now, but then Kazuha, the heir of the samurai clan, came to his mansion…

“So you call these bastards our colleagues, Yamazaki? How sweet of you,” Kunikuzushi utters with a rude smirk, casting a look at the open door looking out onto the courtyard, “I don't care who will be sent to the border, I just don't want to hear anything about it anymore”, Kunikuzushi presses the tip of the brush against the sheet of paper and starts writing carefully, “is this all about Kaedehara for today?”

“No, master, not yet”, Yamazaki says to the irritation of Kunikuzushi. He hopes this discussion of Kaedehara has come to its end, but… 

“He asked me a few times to tell you about it,” the samurai says, “he hopes for your audience.”

The tip of the brush following the movement of Kunikuzushi's hand freezes above the sheet of paper — in a step from drawing another line. A little less confident and a thinner one.

Whether it's because Kunikuzushi is already tired after a minute of writing or is it Yamazaki’s words to blame — he can't tell. Kunikuzushi doesn't want to think about Kazuha, let alone meet him…

More than three weeks have passed since the night they spent together. And Kunikuzushi has been avoiding Kazuha all this time, not letting him get closer than needed: he ordered Kazuha to be removed from night duty so he wouldn't be able to patrol his chamber at night; he forbade the other servants to let Kazuha near him, refused to participate in any conversations about him and tried to avoid everything that reminded him of Kaedehara.

Kunikuzushi considered it to be the only right solution because he saw their little shared secret as a serious problem, since it could not only expose Kunikuzushi as a crazy pervert, but also ruin his reputation forever.

Despite even the most innocent rumor hasn't spread around the mansion for the last three weeks, he can't get out of his mind the thought of everything he has been striving for and improving for a long time — a reputation as a cold and cruel heir of the Raiden clan and the head of a criminal alliance who fears neither laws no the wrath of the gods — it can all be ruined in one moment. An affair with a man, and what’s worse with his subordinate, would lead to horrible consequences, and Kunikuzushi can't let this happen.

He has enough things to worry about such as his worsening condition, let alone his little personal struggles…

“Refuse Kaedehara’s request,” Kunikuzushi orders sharply, rejecting the samurai wish. He doesn't hesitate even for a moment.

“Of course, master,” Yamazaki answers quietly with a bow.

“And, Yamazaki…” the master suddenly says, casting his gaze at the papers in front of him as if trying to occupy himself with thoughts about his work and responsibilities that should bother him way more than all this Kaedehara stuff. 

“...Don't you dare waste my time with such useless requests. Just refuse Kaedehara every time he asks for something”

Yamazaki gives the master a slightly worried look but Kunikuzushi doesn't even notice it.

“And I have already told you that I don't need a bodyguard,” the young master finishes his words, getting down to his writing, “This is the last time we talk about it. You know the rules.”

“Yes, master, as you wish.”

***

Kunikuzushi slowly raises his hand watching a small snowflake that is almost invisible in the dark sky fall smoothly and then melt the moment it touches his warm skin.

This year snow unexpectedly covered the capital as soon as frosts made mist settle on the roofs while cold restless winds were roaring in the sky.

The young master likes winters, they are full of  soft shadows, deceptive loneliness and cool — all the things that bring an illusion of quiet and solitude to his busy life.

Usually Kunikuzushi doesn't waste his time strolling aimlessly. He thinks life is too short to indulge in melancholic feelings and musings about such things. But now, when he is standing in the middle of an empty yard, he wants to take a little pause and look up at the misty sky, while the moonlight is slipping through its veil, sprinkling the yard, the narrow stone walkways, the small bridge, the stream and the trees growing along it.

Before taking the pause, Kunikuzushi was going to his chamber where his bedroom is. He can walk in the yard unaccompanied since he is confident that the patrolmen guard it properly and they will warn him of any danger. He is walking all alone since he let Yamazaki and other samurai go an hour earlier.

And now the young master is slowly walking in the direction of his chamber, drained and not thinking about anything. He is strolling along the stone walkway, tottering from exhaustion, trying not to pay attention to an odd noise similar to whispers of the wind.

Though…

After some time he notices that something feels off — the dance of the shadows, and the rustling of leaves, and the sounds of footsteps. Maybe the sleepy, exhausted master just imagines this kind of thing since there are no people around — the yard is empty, lonely and gloomy…

Kunikuzushi goes faster in the direction of the main yard’s pathway — the open space where the patrolmen can see him very well. Probably his worries are excessive but the life of a head of the clan and dozens of assassination attempts made him cautious and alert even when he’s in his own estate.

That's why, crossing the dark yard and heading to the main street, he feels wary of the shadow that now doesn't seem like a phantom, being followed by a distinct sound of footsteps.

Kunikuzushi listens to it and then freezes, automatically putting his hand on the haori belt — he keeps there a short dagger that he always carries around. Scaramouche grips the handle, having the weapon at command to defend himself from the living shadow playing among the trees…

But nothing happens and after a moment of dead silence the master loosens the grip of his hand on the handle, almost putting the dagger back, ready to rapidly walk away from the path, but…

…He suddenly hears a quiet rustling and then someone's quick, confident footsteps approaching him — the sound is almost inaudible and smooth like a breath of the wind…

“Master…”

Kunikuzushi hears a quiet, low whisper and then realizes there's someone behind him. He was sure that the stalker was ahead of him since he caught sight of him but now he still has time to look over his shoulder and, while grabbing the kaiken…

“Ha…?!”

…He can't even raise his hand to threaten the stalker…

“Master…”

A painfully familiar image of a man appears before him and pulls the dagger out of his hand as if he knows that Kunikuzushi is going to raise his right hand and stab him. Through the haze of realization and fear the master is completely bewildered since in front of him he sees the man he has been avoiding all this time…

“Kaedehara...?!”

He meets the samurai darkened scarlet eyes, getting lost in them for a moment — it's like a sudden realization that Kazuha is really standing in front of him, raising the dagger so high that the master can't reach it.

“How dare you?” 

While resentment is growing inside of him, Scaramouche casts a surprised, wide-open gaze at the face of the samurai and notices that its expression is unusually cold.

“Why are you all alone at such a late hour, master?”

Kazuha gets closer to him and looks at him very intently as if trying to figure out the reason, but Kunikuzushi answers acidly:

“Mind your own business.”

“Even so…” the samurai slightly lowers his hand, gripping the dagger, “Isn't it reckless?” Kaedehara’s gaze shifts to the kaiken and he graciously gives it back to the master.

“Anyone who knows that you keep the blade at the right side of your belt won't have a hard time disarming you”

“How dare you doubt my abilities to defend myself?” Scaramouche utters, pursing his lips, and snatches the dagger out of the samurai’s hands, “And you have a nerve to tell me something like that.”

“I didn't mean to offend you, master,” Kazuha says, tilting his head, “But you should be more careful even when you’re in your own estate…” watching the man’s hands grip the blade, Kazuha lowers himself to his face and casts a look at his pursed lips, whispering in them.

“You should be very careful, especially with those who know your little secrets oh so well, master.”

Scaramouche shudders a little from this very broad hint and feels his face blush — his body reacts every time he is with Kazuha, and he hates it. Especially considering his words…

The master knows perfectly well what Kaedehara means by “the little secret”.

“Shut up,” Scaramouche shakes his head and the grip of his hand on the dagger becomes even tighter, so he has it at command, “And get away from me,” the young master orders while combating the lustful temptation that get over him every time he is with Kaedehara, “You are the only one who would stalk me at night. You are the only person who has lost their mind to the point of chasing me like that.”

He glares at his subordinate trying to look cold, cruel, uncompromising and unapproachable — he is like that with other people…

“I'm sorry for startling you,” Kazuha takes a few steps back, obeying his master's command, “But still…”

“Stop it,” Kunikuzushi chuckles, not letting him finish his words, “I don't want to waste my time on you anymore”, he says and then turns away, not giving Kaedehara a fleeting look before leaving him, “And leave me alone, Kaedehara. Don't try to meet me in the estate and don't attempt to talk to me.”

There is so much confidence in his words, he doesn't hesitate even for a moment in the decision he has made, but something still bothers him, something similar to a grain of regret…

“Master…”

“I’ve told you to stop,” Scaramouche says again coldly, looking at him over his shoulder, “Don’t you dare come to me again, Kazuha.” 

Kunikuzushi wants to remind him that if he disobeys, he will be punished or even worse than that. But something stops him from saying it to Kazuha. 

“Master, please, wait a minute…”

He doesn't wait for the samurai answer and, having his dagger hidden under his belt, rushes away. Probably he hears his voice but through the haze of thoughts and emotions overwhelming him he can't comprehend any of them — he is that confident in his decision to reject any connection with Kazuha. They are bound by nothing except the little secret of their intimacy, and now the master thinks of it as a mistake and nothing more. 

He doesn't have the foggiest idea about why he is so attracted to him, doesn't know why he can't pleasure himself when alone at night afer they were intimate. Why does this all happen to him, why does it make him so weak…

And the only thing he can do is to reject him and…

Ha…?!

Feeling his mind get cloudy from exhaustion and heaviness spread throughout his body, the master takes another step and, to his own surprise, stumbles and staggers…

“Master…!”

…At this short moment he doesn't even realize that he stumbles upon a smooth stone clinging to it with the wooden sole of his sandal. It makes him collapse on the ground near a small pond and the quietly babbling brook flowing into it, while his body is cramping…

“Are you alright, master…?”

Through the dull pain he hears Kazuha's voice calling him as if trying to release him from the thick darkness — it dissipates as soon as he feels the strong hands on his waist.

“Don't touch me…” Scaramouche mutters, gritting his teeth, but contrary to his own words he gives in to the samurai actions, who rushes to him and carefully helps him to rise on his feet. Despite the stinging pain in his hands and legs, Scaramouche tries to refuse Kazuha's help, feeling ashamed for his weakness that is probably caused by his deteriorating health condition.

“Master…” ignoring Kunikuzushi’s request, Kazuha doesn't let go of him: he keeps his hands on his waist, tenderly and very gracefully lifting him so he can sit on the ground. The young master doesn't want to lean on his samurai and tries to manage it without his help but as soon as he presses his hands against the wet ground he feels the dull pain in his left ankle pulsating throughout his body.

Scaramouche can hardly hide a pained moan in hopes that Kazuha won't notice it, but…

“Lean against me,” Kaedehara is still holding him in his hands and he reluctantly gives in: he turns to him slightly and puts his hands on the samurai shoulders, allowing him to lift him and seat him on the high stone ledge near the small pond.

“Do you feel comfortable?” Kazuha casts a worried and slightly doubtful look at the master’s face.

“Yes,” the master frowns and answers coldly, watching samurai hands smooth out the creases on his wrinkled clothes…

“Let me see,” Kaedehara asks and then, without waiting for a reply, carefully lifts the cloth of the trouser leg to expose the injury on his left leg. It's still a mystery to Kunikuzushi how Kazuha has guessed where the bruise is so quickly since it was covered by clothes.

“Hm…”

Kunikuzushi tenses up, watching the samurai release his ankle from a sock and tenderly trace the bruise with his fingertips — and then pretends to be uncomfortable…

“When I touch you here, do you feel any pain, master?” he runs his fingers over the reddened skinny ankle, stroking gently its thin skin. The young master shudders as if the sensations — loving touches of the rough and calloused hands — don't affect him, don't make him feel warm inside, and the warmth is so dangerous but so exciting and sweet…

“It hurts,” he breathes out quietly, watching the samurai gently remove the cloth of the sock from his foot, “Stop, don't touch it”, Kunikuzushi asks, pursing his lips.

“You have fallen on level ground, master. Let me take care of you,” Kazuha replies calmly and softly as if he doesn't even care about master's approval: he confidently puts the ankle on the soft fabric of the haori, covering his lap, and then reaches out for a small piece of cloth similar to bandages hidden in his long sleeve, soaks it in the cold babbling water and puts it on the bruised ankle.

“Why are you… doing all of this?” is the only answer Kunikuzushi dares to ask. Kazuha’s actions seem too tender and even… unnecessary so to him.

“As your samurai, I can't turn a blind eye to your troubles”, Kaedehara answers him, not stopping what he's doing, pressing the cold cloth against the bruised skin that is now stinging from the ice water.

“You could’ve just walked me to the bedroom, the bruise is not a big deal…” the master turns away and lowers his gaze as if not wanting to see Kazuha touch him: so slowly, gently, tenderly…

“You couldn't get back on your feet, master. I think you underestimate the seriousness of the situation…”

“You never fail to surprise me by your audacity to decide for me,” Scaramouche says with displeasure, interrupting the samurai, casting a gaze at Kazuha, seeing his strong hands, skarred and bandaged. He watches samurai hold his ankle with one of his hands while the fingers of the other run over his foot so tenderly, as if trying to cure his pain and distract him from the stinging coldness of the wet cloth. The master still sees his touches as way too gentle and loving — a samurai shouldn't touch his master in such a manner…

Kunikuzushi tries to distract himself from these dangerous thoughts that are clouding his already not so clear mind. He feels rising confusion from what is happening to him — it's so intimate and… pleasant .

“Let me go,” the young master demands suddenly, moving his leg to the side in hopes of slipping away from Kazuha's touch and escaping the intoxicating desire…

“Master, please, hold on a little longer,” Kazuha casts a look at Kunikuzushi, his grip on the ankle becoming a little tighter.

“You really don't understand…?” the young master cries out suddenly and looks away from the samurai, “Just imagine, how weird it all seems. If only somebody sees us here…”

If only someone knows about their affair, if someone knows that their relationships are not of a master and a samurai but something more than that, something that Kunikuzushi has decided to reject… It will become a serious problem and Kunikuzushi shouldn't forget about it, not even for a minute.

“I see,” Kaedehara says, interrupting his musings, letting go of the master. For a moment it even seems as if he is going to do as told, but…

“You have nothing to worry about, master…” the samurai finishes his words, giving the master a soft, affectionate look, making the young man pay attention to him and notice that he starts to bandage his ankle with the rest of the dry cloth, touching him with special tenderness.

Kunikuzushi unwittingly admires Kazuha, watching his every careful and caring touch accompanied by an intent look of his eyes and a soft little smile of his lips. It seems so genuine and beautiful right now that with every moment of these gentle touches to his thin, slightly wet skin they become more intimate, more valuable to him…

“I understand your worries,” Kazuha suddenly breaks the silence distracting the master from his musings, “in your position, an affair with a man may lead to some serious consequences” he says, tearing off the cloth to tie it around the bruised ankle, stroking it with his thumb as if this simple touch has some special meaning.

“But even so…” the samurai slightly leans forward, his hand slipping up the master’s leg, resting on his knee, giving him goosebumps.

What is he doing?

“I would like to ask you,” leaning even closer to him, Kazuha lowers to the master's face, who in return looks at him with a silent confusion and bewilderment, “Let me take care of it, master.”

“What are you talking about…?” Kunikuzushi has slightly turned away, too embarrassed to look at his subordinate whose hand slides under his clothes…

“What is happening between us…” Kazuha starts to explain in almost inaudible whisper, leaning closer to the master's face, “our special bonds that you consider to be a problem…”

Kunikuzushi tenses up, feeling the touches of the hand sliding up his thigh make the lingering, gentle warmth spread inside him, the desire he has been trying to reject become more vivid, but…

“Let me stay by your side, master, and I promise, I will do anything to keep our little secret…” Kazuha's hot whisper brushes against the young man’s ear when the samurai puts his hand on the master's waist and slightly pulls him closer, making him press his hands against Kazuha's chest in a very reluctant attempt to step away.

“I will make sure that nobody knows about our bonds,” barely touching his hot skin with his lips, Kazuha lightly kisses master on the cheek, making him even more embarrassed…

“And if someone dares to disobey…” the samurai pulls away to touch Kunikuzushi’s face and carefully takes his chin with his fingers to make him face him, “ I will kill them before they can even say a word.” 

Scaramouches’ eyes are wide open in surprise and he raises them to the samurai face, seeing him so confident and serious about his words which don't at all seem like an empty threat.

Is he really asking him to confide in him? To continue their intimate relationships, giving in his desires that are almost impossible to fight…

“Why are you doing all of this…?” the master asks him, having no idea what the samurai is about to say…

“Our bonds are so precious to me, master…” Kazuha confesses, whispering these words into his lips, “And I won't let anyone know about them,” he lowers his darkened gaze to the master’s lips, “Because nobody deserves you...”

Saying this, he suddenly gets closer to Kunikuzushi and covers his lips with his own very slowly and sensually with a sweet long-awaited kiss, making a familiar feeling burn in the master's chest — an overwhelming desire for intimacy.

He doesn't know why he again lets this happen: why he is giving into the temptation, paying no attention to the rationality he was sticking to a few minutes ago.

Why he is now exposing himself, slowly kissing him back with a delight, feeling the warmth of his lips and his wet tongue; why he is snuggling up to his samurai, letting him cuddle him and feeling an overwhelming pleasure, as if standing near the dangerous line, ready to give up and cross it; why he feels his face burning, the warmth gradually taking over his mind…

Why is this happening again…?

Every time he is near Kazuha, he loses control over his mind and body: it becomes so weird, so unpredictable, it can set up Kunikuzushi at any moment, like it is doing right now, when through the hot kiss that becomes more and more passionate he feels a heaviness in his lower body. A simple kiss and a few touches to his hips are enough to excite the young master since he has been craving it for so long, not being able to please himself.

He tried it so many times, imagining various, even the most indecent scenes where he was indulging into the temptation with Kazuha — but nothing could help him. Having once experienced a real intimacy with his samurai, he couldn't be satisfied with anything less.

It is so cruel and unfair.

“Master…” Kazuha suddenly breaks the wet kiss, breathing out the address into his half-opened, slightly swollen lips, “...Let me ask you something,” he says, raising his hand to his face to touch the short strands that are brushing against his cheek, “After our first night together… Did you try to touch yourself?”

Hearing this embarrassing question, Kunikuzushi shudders a little and slightly purses his lips, obviously not being able to confess to something so obscene. And only after a moment he realises in horror why Kazuha asks him this question… He lowers his eyes and sees an embarrassing bulge in his pants.

At this moment he is so embarrassed that he wants to disappear, he feels so crushed by his own natural desires.

“Don't worry, you are not the only one who feels this,” lowering to his lips again, Kazuha gently kisses the master. And right through the soft, vivid whisper, filling his chest with warmth…

“Let me help you…”

***

“A-ah…”

A hot moan, echoing through the soft darkness, leaves the master's open lips in the moment of sweet delight he feels laying among his crumpled clothes. They are ridging untidily under his trembling arching body that is trying to fight the overwhelming desire given by the wet lips and the hot mouth…

The young master tries his best to hide his moans that are about to leave his heaving chest — while he is trying to catch a breath through the haze of pleasure: through the chaotic, greedy kisses on his cock that is lovingly played with and gently taken into the mouth by his loyal samurai.

“Mh…”

Kunikuzushi has lost track of time the moment he entered his bedroom: he doesn't remember how he got here, doesn't remember how Kazuha laid him on the bed and started kissing him and caressing his burning body, how he undressed him and kissed him messily, lowering to his hard longing cock to give it needed attention as soon as possible. Kazuha sucks on it skillfully, whispering something explicit, confessing to being ready to do anything to please his master.

Kunikuzushi can cum just from these hot confessions that are being murmured by his samurai while his hot breath is burning his hard, glistening with precum cock. He touches it slowly: he starts with soft kisses, covering the cock with them from the base to the tip, then he teases it with the tip of his tongue, licking off the thick drops precum, and finally he slowly takes it in his mouth.

The gentle foreplay doesn't last long since Kazuha knows that his master can cum in less than a minute.

But Kunikuzushi is holding back: he's gripping the fabric of his own clothes, biting his lips, trying to calm down the overwhelming euphoria taking over him. He is writhing messily, exposing his body to the confident and skillful sensual touches…

“Kazuha…”

Scaramouche touches his head, tangling his fingers into the long silky hair, sometimes gripping it and forgetting that it may be painful to Kazuha, though the samurai doesn't react, humbly enduring the discomfort to please his master. He sucks on his dick, chasing the other’s pleasure knowing exactly how to move and what to do…

Kunikuzushi wonders once again how the samurai manages to do it: how can he give so much pleasure with simple movements of his tongue that is now pressing against his hard tip while his somewhat rough bandaged hand is sliding up and down, spreading the thick precum and spit along the length…

“Where have you learnt it…?” watching his samurai, Scaramouche finally voices out the troubling question, that actually is just an attempt to distract himself from the pleasure that is about to take him to the finishing line…

“Let it remain a secret, master,” releasing his cock from his mouth, Kazuha smirks softly, licking his own wet lips, “If you ask me, I can teach you.”

“How dare you…” covering his face with a hand, Kunikuzushi closes his eyes for a moment, preventing these thoughts from riling him up even more.

Actually… In his lonely fantasies he often imagined how he knelt before Kazuha and let him do something like that, while he was exposing himself to his greedy hands and thrusts of his hips…

It was so crushing to him, so embarrassing and so cherished that he would never let it become a reality… Though he thought the same about simple intimacy with Kazuha, finding such desires absurd and that they have nothing to do with reality…

But now it is happening: he is writhing in his samurai touches, he is arching his body and involuntary throwing his head back, trying to hide his hoarse moans, thrusting his cock into Kazuha’s hot, tight mouth more and more impatiently, wishing to cum in it as soon as possible; he feels the tight grip on his hips, making him tremble in anticipation of long-awaited euphoria — it is happening to him in reality, burning down the remaining fears and worries.

It's still a secret to him — why he lets his guard down near Kazuha and forgets all his concerns. Why his words about being able to hide their relationships from others sound so confident as if Kazuha can forecast the future and change it in such a way that it won't affect the young master. And Kunikuzushi wants to believe it — he wants to spend every night like that, in the fire of pleasure, with moans and pleas, begging him to give him more, to give him everything that Kazuha is.

Oh, how much he wants him…

And this thought, the sweet realization that Kazuha can belong to him and please him openly and without any fear — not fearing the disdain and condemnation of others, living every day like a cherished dream about nights with him…

“A-ah…!”

It brings the young master to the unavoidable line of vivid suffocating pleasure — the moment of pure euphoria, taking over him so fast and so fervently…

He grips Kazuha’s hair and freezes, letting the long-awaited release overwhelm him, filling every part of his body with lingering warmth, melting every thought in his head…

Kunikuzushi's breathing is heavy and ragged, he’s trembling from the sensations of his own warm cum filling the other's mouth, dirtying his lips. The master lowers his confused gaze to the samurai face, feeling a little bit embarrassed: he didn't warn Kazuha that he was about to cum…

“Kazuha…”

“Mm…” Kazuha raises his soft, half-lidded look to the master and slowly releases his cock from his mouth, “You have nothing to worry about,” he murmurs, swallowing the other's cum and kissing the tip with some kind of gratitude.

And this scene — so tempting, beautiful and mesmerizing — it makes Kunikuzushi even more embarrassed so he turns away and lays his head on the pillow.

He wants to fall asleep right now so as not to feel any shame about everything he let himself today. He let himself way too much…

What if someone saw them together, what if someone heard his moans, what if someone finds out, and then…

“My master…”

Through the drowsiness taking over him after the release Kunikuzushi hears Kazuha’s whisper brushing against his naked shoulder.

“...Sleep and fear nothing, please.”

Kazuha gives him a warm and soft kiss on the neck, bringing some special pleasure to the young master right now, when he, not being able to bear all the heavy thoughts, finally lets himself relax and trust in him…

“I promise you that no living creature will dare to break our bonds, master .”

Kunikuzushi hears his whisper through the sleep, almost not being able to distinguish the words…

“Not here… Not in any universe .”

***

“Master…?”

He sharply opens his eyes, waking up from some odd nightmare that fades away with the sounds of someone’s caring voice at a distance…

Kunikuzushi rises up and looks around the bedroom to find any signs of Kazuha's presence but finds nothing. The young master has woken up on the tidy bed, his clothes folded and put on the side of it, and there is no hint on what happened here last night.

At first he even thinks that everything was just his own fantasy or dream, but… There is something that can prove otherwise…

“Would you let me in, master…?”

Stretching out his hand to put away the blanket, Kunikuzushi hears some unfamiliar female voice behind the door that opens after the master gives his permission, and he sees a maid sitting in the doorway with a small table in front of her.

“Good morning, master,” closing the door, the maid finally greets him, giving him a shy look of her grey eyes. The young master quickly examines her, not fully understanding why she decided to visit him so early in the morning. Usually only his own maids come to his bedroom to help him wash his face and get dressed, but this young woman… He sees her for the first time.

“What is this…?” Kunikuzushi points at the table with a nod, watching the maid arrange a small kettle and a bowl in front of him, pouring some greenish beverage into it.

“Excuse me, master...” the young woman utters with a bow, lowering her head, “Yamazaki told me to bring you this medicine. He said that you weren't feeling very well and asked me to…”

“I got it,” with a short sigh Scaramouche interrupts her, feeling a bit impatient. He needs to put away the blanket as soon as possible, “Just leave it at the door.”

The young woman nods quickly to the master's request and hurries out of the room. As soon as the door closes behind her, Kunikuzushi finally pulls away the cloth of the blanket to see the small proof of yesterday's promise and reality of everything that happened between them.

He sees his carefully bandaged ankle and slightly touches the bruise as if trying to remind himself…

“I won't let anyone know about our bonds, master.

Because nobody else… deserves to be with you.”