BASARA! SLASH! PORN!
HAHAHAHAHA! Exams are over, everyone is free - it's Basara time for real!! To get people totally pumped, I can finally release this... And it's been long in the making indeed.
Title: At the Feet of the Dragon
Series: Sengoku Basara 2
Pairing: slash, YukimuraxMasamune
Rating: R.... no, NC-17
Warnings: frot
For this first time in my life, I need a better title. I tried and I tried but I couldn’t come up with anything that fit. Thing is, normally my titles are well-phrased, short, and self-explanatory. But that wouldn’t work for Sengoku Basara, and especially not for this fic, because Basara titles always have this powerful ring to them - this includes the chapter titles, the general’s titles, even the titles of the special match-ups.
(And no, “Yukimura and Masamune Have Hot Sex” is NOT a good title, for all that it is well-phrased, short and self-explanatory. ^_^)
Translation notes: A lot of lines are “direct translated”, as in, based off lines in the game. Hence the funny phrasing.
Kaii no Tora means “Tiger of Kaii”, which is a part of Japan. It’s Shingen’s title.
Sarutobi Sasuke, for those of you too busy staring at either Yukimura or Masamune to notice, is the ninja in the army camouflage outfit. He serves Yukimura directly and is part of Shingen’s army.
The capital is the funky stage where everyone is dancing. You normally fight Maeda Keiji there. When each gate opens as you go through the stage, the title makes a reference to “matsuri”.
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“Drink!” Shingen had shouted at the bone-weary, victorious troops. “Eat! Be merry! For tonight, Takeda Shingen has taken the capital!!”
Beneath his platform of lacquered wood, draped with his emblem, the soldiers had cheered long and hard - shaking their weapons in triumph and shouting praise for their leader. Many had waved the eight-coin banner of the Kaii no Tora, and the harsh sounds of wartime celebration had filled the air.
But that had been fifteen minutes ago, and now everyone was busy breaking casts of sake and ordering plate after plate of meat, with the citizens of the capital rushing to tend to their whims. Surprisingly, none of them seemed scared or even cowered by the takeover, but rather continued to dance and party in the revels that had been taking place all along. They beat drums, causing coins to spill, and the flash of gold on the paper lanterns that lined to pathways turned the scene into one of magic and celebration. Men hiked up their hakamas and moved to the beat, while the women watched them and cheered, or rushed to pick up the gold koban that had spilled to the ground.
Yukimura sat in the middle of it all, exchanging handshakes with fellow troops and laughing at the drunken fools who had been coerced into doing silly stunts by the laughing waitresses. He rejoiced with them, drinking cup after cup of the wine that flowed freely, but in the pit of his stomach a ball of tension coiled tighter and tighter. Anyone could see he was restless, even with the merrymaking - the sharp brown eyes darted to and fro, never resting on any one thing for long, and his hands would often move unconsciously to touch his spears, even though there were no enemies this night.
“Chill, my general, chill!” Sasuke had chosen to swoop in on the company then, grabbing hold of the cup the young warrior held to prevent Yukimura’s grip, unnaturally tight and tense, from crushing it. He smiled easily at his superior, who met his eyes with a puzzled frown, unsure of what had happened.
“Sasuke?” Yukimura was puzzled at the ninja’s sudden appearance amongst the troops, and even more confused by Sasuke’s words. The ninja waved the cup at him, light glinting off the cracks in the China, and Yukimura blushed as understanding dawned. He tried to stammer an apology, but was met with shrugs and smiles as the innkeeper shook his head at him, muttering something about warriors gripping everything as though to kill it. Yukimura shook his head at the accusation, but even as he turned to watch the celebratory fireworks he could feel the his fists clenching again, as they had so many times that night.
Grinning, the shinobi placed the cup back on the table, before frowning abruptly when he saw Yukimura’s trembling hands. The man was positively shaking, slight tremors running through his lithe body, his fingers clenched around his spears and sweat beading along his hairline to trickle down to his neck, but the expression on his face was one of eagerness, excited and anticipatory.
For all of them, Sasuke reflected, the battle was over with the capital, but there was one thing more Yukimura had to settle. And though he didn’t realise it himself, it was rapidly becoming unbearable for him. Sasuke watched with some concern as a drunken soldier, moving too close to the commander for a moment, was pushed back into a proper standing position so firmly he actually staggered.
“You’re driving yourself crazy trying to relax,” the shinobi informed his boss, easing himself into a seat beside him. “Go on and do some running - milord’s calling for you.” He jerked his thumb back at the upraised platform, and gave a small chuckle as Yukimura nearly burst out of his seat to run to Shingen.
Too high strung by half, Sasuke thought to himself with a fond grin as the warrior’s footfalls scattered soldiers and barmaids. But still, that’s what makes him the greatest warrior in all Japan… or not.
The man shifted in his seat to join in the gambling game that had started up, all the while wondering about Yukimura’s unfinished business - the duel between him and the Dokugan Ryu, that had started but had yet to end.
******
Hoofbeats sounded on the dirt track, going at a speed that should have been impossible, but Yukimura was capable of urging his mount far beyond what could normally be asked of any horse. The young man leaned low to the beast’s neck as wind whistled through his hair and brushed the sweat-soaked planes of his chest, but he couldn’t feel the cold - not when Shingen had just given him the order to complete one final mission, one Yukimura had to complete for himself.
“Find him and fight him, Yukimura.” The war-leader had commanded, voice thundering. “And come back the strongest under Heaven!”
There was no question of who they were referring to - the man’s name had thrummed in his veins, unsaid and unforgotten, ever since they had first clashed. That first battle seemed burned into his very soul - lances of fire against swords of lightning, twin paths of energy crackling and weaving themselves into a sky darkened by clouds of dust… He could even recall the smell of steel in the air as sparks flew from their weapons, igniting the very ground and causing a blaze of whirlwind and firestorms that flung troops away and scorched the earth.
But more than anything, he could feel, even now, as though no time had passed between that moment and this, the power thrumming through a savage, glorious blue dragon, its teeth bared in wild, untamed delight, and it was not just the land that burst into flames as they fought.
That moment, something deep in his soul was ignited, never to go out.
Dokugan Ryu…
And now, he flew towards that battle, again, only this time it would be the crescendo - the true fight to the death that would be the culmination of their every clash. He could not help but grin, an eager smile that lighted the planes on his face and made him look like a young, fiery god of war. Beneath him, the steady roll of the horses’ gait and the sound of its pounding hooves echoed the thumping of his heart.
Date Masamune! I come to finish this!!
******
He only stopped when the sky was pitch dark, the moon hidden behind silver clouds, dismounting in a single bound and laying a steadying hand on his horse to guide her through the black night. He was grateful that his lord had told him to scout the area previously, so he knew the lay of the land well enough to lead the beast off the beaten track and towards a small cave he had discovered.
It would take a day and half to reach the dragon’s lair, Yukimura knew, and the sun had long since set, making the going difficult. He could not get much travelling done by the light of the moon, and his horses’ heaving flanks told him of the beast’s exhaustion as he walked her down the steep hillside. They had still crossed a fair amount of ground - he carried only a few dried rations and a single waterskin, so the load was incredibly light - and in his mind’s eye he could already see the fortress where his rival dwelled, high in the mountains, surrounded by the craggy rocks and cliffs hard as a dragon’s scales.
Situated next to a huge waterfall, the cave was barely big enough for a single horse and its rider, but Yukimura was grateful for the safety and security it provided. He was exhausted after the battle, no matter how restless his heart was, and not in the mood to face off the mountain bandits that plagued such areas, or the wild predators that roamed.
He was also grimy and sore, after months of war with no rest in between, and now that he was on his way towards his rival, the tension had passed from his body and left him more aware of the aches and pains that he hadn’t been able to concentrate on.
The moment he stepped into the cave and tethered up his horse, he could already feel his eyes straying to the waterfall. The water was bitingly cold, coming directly from the mountains above, and would most likely freeze a man outright if he stepped into it. But for Yukimura, it was now unbelievably tempting - he felt hot all over from his travels, not to mention that the sweat and grime of merrymaking and then a tedious road journey still clung to him.
And damn, red vinyl was uncomfortable when it got sweaty.
It’s not a bath, he told himself. The current of the waterfall was strong, huge sheets of clear crystalline liquid pouring down into a deep pool at the bottom, where the waters churned and frothed in elemental conflict. He had never trained with nature before, though his lord had told him many times how the Kaii no Tora had spent days and months battling the wind’s gales and watching brushfires eat the dry grass to learn the wartime tactics for which he was renown.
Faced with the elemental power of the waterfall, he wished to test his will against it - and in his heart felt in those crushing waves the weight of the dragon’s strength and ferocity, even as he gazed at a sheet of white and blue water that glittered like the azure trenchcoat his rival wore.
Throwing off his clothes in one swift motion, he jumped.
******
At the base of the waterfall, huge waves rose and crashed against each other like the tides of the raging sea, throwing up huge fountains of spray and misting the air white. The waters battled even more ferociously there, seeming to swell and pulsate with their own power, when suddenly they billowed out in all directions, dazzling liquids gushing over rocks as stray droplets catapulted into the sky.
In one huge motion of strength and will, the vortex spun on itself and shattered into so many waves, revealing a cocoon of energy in its center as flame-wreathed spears locked with six swords, all black and fierce as a dragon’s fangs.
Time itself seemed to hold the clash in awe, shuddering to a halt as steel clashed and white-hot sparks skidded from the contact. That single second seemed to stretch into infinity, then suddenly explode upon them in a crescendo of towering waves and clashing steel.
“Sanada Yukimura!” cried Masamune, unlocking his swords from his rival’s spears in a swift, savage movement that sent Yukimura a few paces back and caused the air to ring with the whine of metal skidding against metal. He grinned, feral and wild, at the young man who stood before him, literally glowing with red and orange flames. “Didn’t know you came here to bathe too!!”
“D-D-D-D-Date Masamune!” Yukimura stumbled back in surprise at hearing the cocky, savage voice so much sooner than he had anticipated. He looked up into a single liquid brown eye, light slanting and fracturing in the pupil, and Masamune’s words hit him the same time his swords once against grated against his spears with incredible strength, energy crackling around the blades.
“Masamune!” He blocked reflectively, but his mind was a whirl of confusion. “I.. I assure you, I did not mean..”
“Hey!” the word sliced easily through his half-formed, stumbling explanation as the dragon’s fangs whistled through the air. Masamune smirked down at him - “You wanna bathe here, it’s fine by me… Not like I own this place yet.” And Yukimura felt the lazy drawl and foreign tongue of the Dokugan Ryu grate against his senses, causing something hot and eager to coil within him, curling through his body like tongues of flame.
“Masamune….!” The name was shouted, ringing in the air long after the initial cry, as Yukimura thrust his spears forward, their superior reach causing the other man to jump away.
The battle had completely taken over his senses, and Yukimura threw himself into it, as spears and swords traded blows and around them the waters churned and exploded with the force of their duelling, spraying the air with white mist.
He heard a low chuckle, and then the shafts of his spears were wrenched between two of the six blades. Yukimura immediately pushed against the hold, knowing that brute strength was the only way to break it. He threw his head back, his eyes blazing into his rival’s, teeth clenched in determination. Masamune smirked in return, even as the muscles in his arms tensed and bulged under the strain of keeping Yukimura from breaking his guard, then let out a low whistle as his gaze locked with the other man’s.
“Not like you’re not a treat for the eyes any day, Yukimura,” he drawled appreciatively, voice rasping over the words, spoken in a softer timbre than usual.
The warrior let out a strangled gasp of surprise, instinctively jerking back, and Masamune charged. Around them, the waters literally exploded outwards, lightning and fire crackling through the waves and sending spears of liquid shooting straight up into the air, to fall again as newly-formed rain into the now dry pool.
Weapons twisted, only now the six swords outlined a horizontal path to Yukimura’s neck, while his spears kept Masamune’s weapons locked in position. Huge, liquid brown eyes stared up at him, widened in surprise and anger and looking for all the world quite adorably confused, as Yukimura’s mind registered that he was pressed against the wall with the dragon pressing him to it. “M.. Masamune, what…”
“Have you forgotten, Yukimura?” The Dokugan Ryu’s voice was mocking, but his one eye glinted in feral appreciation of the young man under him as his gaze raked down his rival’s body, water trickling down to outline every plane and muscle of a form that seemed sculpted by heat and passion.
“You aren’t wearing any clothes.”
“Wha… What!” Trying to fight the heat that was rising to his cheeks and coiling in his belly, the young warrior shot out with the first thing his mind could think to say. “Neither are you, Masamune!!”
“Oh? So you wanted to look?” Masamune grinned down at him and eased himself back slightly, deliberately, rolling his shoulders away in a single smooth movement that placed his body just a bit farther from Yukimura, obviously so that he could look his fill. Hastily, the young man averted his gaze on a muffled curse, but of course, now that he had said it Yukimura couldn’t help but feel his eyes stray.
He must’ve been bathing, too, when I jumped in… his mind muttered ineffectually as his gaze slipped, without his consent, over the muscled lines of Masamune’s body, tracing the droplets of water that wove down the wiry frame, towards…
Yukimura snapped his head to the side, cheeks flushing, only to feel his eyes widen under harshly-cut bangs when he heard his rival’s low chuckle, mocking and stinging and sensual and… and why was it making him burn even hotter? Masamune was laughing at him, taunting him, playing with him when it should have been a fair duel… The knot of tension coiling inside him suddenly exploded, and he snapped.
His left hand jerked suddenly, twisting his spear from between Masamune’s blades and shoving it out and upwards, effectively trapping both their weapons in a deadlock and forcing the Dokugan Ryu’s hands back for a second. Yukimura shoved hard, putting them almost chest to chest. He had the advantage, he knew - he’d taken Masamune by surprise, and his other hand was free to deal whatever blow he could - and he could take this duel to the next level, the true clash of spirit and will, with whatever weapon he chose.
Yukimura’s spear went flying, wrenching three of Masamune’s six swords away, as the man looped his arm around his rival’s shoulders, dragged him down, and kissed him hard.
It was a battle right from the start, Yukimura forcing his way into Masamune’s mouth to lick and suck so hard the dragon’s fangs cut his tongue, leaving the coppery taste of blood to flavour the kiss briefly, Masamune seeming to mould himself to the bruising caresses in return, coiling snake-like around him. He could feel the other smirk against his lips as he was kissed back, their tongues twisting and rubbing, slick and wet with heat and desire, until his eyes slid shut and the pressure of his rival’s lips slanting harshly against his own made him curl his tongue over its partner and stroke it, moaning. Growling, Masamune grabbed him by the hair at the base of his neck and forced his head up into his own kiss, making Yukimura lift his other arm to wrap it around the samurai’s shoulders, fingers pressing into his back to hold him in place.
It lasted until both were short of breath, their gazes locking as Yukimura panted harshly and Masamune licked his lips slowly, smirking when the younger man stared at the movement and squirmed slightly beneath his gaze. The unholy amusement in the samurai’s eyes sparked another flare of heat, and they were kissing again, weapons crashing to the ground as hands roamed and drew gasps and moans of arousal.
“M..Masa..” A callused hand ran down his side, pressing against his chest, the roughness of the palm scraping against his flesh and making him shiver as heat exploded through his body. It felt like the times where he called the flames to him, feeling them burst from the core of his being and ignite him, only this touch was so much more… He gasped out loud as the Dokugan Ryu ran his tongue against his ear and bit down, fangs drawing blood as his neck snapped backwards and his eyes fluttered half-shut. Hard swipes up the outer shell began to clean the wound, tracing the line of skin almost delicately as he panted and dug his fingers into the samurai’s back. “Masamune…!!”
“I… I t-thought you… uhh…” the pause was part embarrassment and part arousal as his rival’s lips moved to his neck, nipping and licking the flesh there, once against biting down at the juncture of shoulder and neck hard enough to draw blood. He wrapped his leg around the other’s and dragged him closer, at the same time letting his hand trace a sketchy path down the other’s spine.
“Liked women?” the words were spoken lowly, and cut off on a loud groan as their bodies came into full contact with each other, hips rubbing, Yukimura’s pants shuddering through Masamune’s skin as the sensation of flesh on heated flesh made him growl. Yukimura’s eyes shot open and he gasped as his arousal brushed Masamune’s own, the heat in his body growing to unbearable levels as the samurai reached down, his fingers wrapping and squeezing around him…
“AAAH!! Yes, oh…mmff…” Yukimura had forced a hand into his mouth and was biting down harshly, trying to contain the pleasure that broke in waves over him. Desperately, he linked his thigh behind Masamune’s and pulled him closer, until their bodies rubbed against each other fully, feeling another erection brush against his and reveling in Masamune’s small hiss of arousal. In his muddled vision he saw the dark eyes flare with sudden heat, then the fingers around him twitched and he moaned aloud.
The pleasure that hit him was fierce and sudden, causing him arch against his rival’s steady, almost teasing strokes along his cock, pumping him slowly. “And when did I ever say that, huh?” He felt the words brush against his chest, raising goose bumps, and then Masamune licked and bit down on one nipple, and he howled.
“Ma… Masamune!! W.. What manner of - ” the words were cut off on another cry, and Masamune grinned. “Really loud, as usual…” he muttered, feeling Yukimura’s fingers dig into his scalp as the man arched…
Bringing their arousals into full contact and causing white-hot pleasure to spike through them both. Yukimura moved instinctively against him, rubbing against both his hand and his cock, making him press a hand into the rockface to control himself as his own breath came short.
Bending his head near Yukimura’s, he could hear the warrior’s sharp pants and moans, gasping his name harshly. “Masamune…” a hand forced his head up and Yukimura sealed his lips to his again. They sucked at each other’s mouths violently as the young warrior brought the hand that had been clawing Masamune’s back suddenly down to his ass, causing the man to break off the kiss with a sharp cry.
“Whoa, Yukimura - ” he gritted his teeth as his rival drew him even closer, until their bodies fit, sweat-slick, against each other, taut flesh rippling and sliding as Yukimura’s eyes grew hazy from all the sensations soaking into his skin and Masamune growled as white-hot pleasure spiked through him. “D..Didn’t know… you were so.. goddamn eager…” He licked sweat off the other’s neck, feeling his heartbeat jumping under his tongue, frenzied and impassioned as Yukimura moaned desperately.
Throbbing flesh slid against throbbing flesh, and Yukimura fitted himself to Masamune as he rocked wildly, clutching at the other man. “M... Masamu.. Masamune!!” he moaned, voice hoarse with need, his fingers clawing at the other’s hair and their tongues twining against each other.
It was not a kiss, just licking and sucking, Yukimura’s fevered gaze locking with Masamune’s in an obvious challenge. “D..Don’t… AHHH!! Don’t think that… I… I’m just going to g-give in..”
He was squeezed sharply in response, but the spike of pain only heightened the sensations running through him, and he felt the tension in his body grow almost unbearable. In desperation, he reached down, twining his fingers with his rival’s and stroking Masamune’s arousal hard… He’d done this to himself before, so he knew how he liked it - hard, fast strokes, nails scratching just barely against the tip, moving along the shaft…
“Oh, fuck!!” The cry was harsh in his ears, as were the quick, hoarse-sounding breaths that followed it - Masamune’s own way of succumbing to pleasure. He whimpered, as the grip on him tightened unbearably, leaving to pleasure to build within him, coil deep inside but without any way to release, and he needed - throbbed - to shatter in completion. His own fingers curled around hot, tense flesh, wringing another cry from the dragon’s throat.
“M… Masamune…” Whimpering in need, his voice hoarse, hearing the harsh breathing in his ear, and needing, arching, wanting desperately…. “T-Together…”
“Oh…” The reply was drawn out, husky and dark with arousal. “So that’s how you want to play it… fine by me.” The last words were once again in that foreign tongue, and Yukimura reflected through a blaze of desire that the harsh syllables sounded absolutely sinful from his rival’s lips.
Then the unbearable tightness was gone, and he was being stroked, he couldn’t tell by who, only that strong, callused palms were pressing against his - their - flesh, fingers dripping with arousal twining around his cock it rubbed against another’s - and that was hot and wet and oh-so-good… so fucking good…. He jerked his hips up and brought their erections into full contact, making it even better - he hadn’t even believed that was possible until now, he felt like he was being consumed by fire, only he welcomed it - it was primal heat, the elements distilled, pure completion.
And his whole being arched and writhed as ecstasy seared through his veins.
Their bodies rocked and stroked, and Masamune growled when hot flesh rubbed against his own, feeling his grip on their cocks tighten and his movements grow frantic with need. They were both so close - pleasure simmering and then breaking, slick wet hardness caressing him, thrusting against his own arousal, Yukimura’s voice raised in the agony of passion as hisses and groans slipped from him and his loins tightened and strained.
“M…Masamune…”
“… Fuck, Y.. Yukimura!”
The hand that was braced against the waterfall curled into a fist, knuckles white, and his teeth clenched hard enough to ache when Yukimura raised his whole body up and against his, a leg locking behind him, fingers grasping at him…
They were both beyond thought now, only able to writhe and grind against each other, arching and aching as raw, hard flesh rubbed and two hands twined and stroked and squeezed. Yukimura was panting his rival’s name, eyes squeezed shut against the pleasure coiling in him, knowing only to strain for release as something built in him, sinking sugared claws deep into his gut -
Suddenly fangs bit into him, and his own tongue reached to caress them, opening new cuts that filled their mouths with blood, as Masamune shuddered violently and hot wetness spilled between them both.
He exploded, his howl of pleasure swallowed by the kiss.
******
Gentle, teasing swipes of a sharp tongue against his own brought his fuzzy mind back from a pleasure-muddled haze into reality. Blearily, he gazed into a single eye that regarded him in unholy amusement, even as Masamune stroked the fine, downy hair at the nape of his neck and wrapped it around his fingers, tugging it. He moved away slightly, sighing, and his rival took that as his cue to step aside, folding his arms in his usual cocky stance.
“Masamune…” Yukimura panted, as he pushed himself away from the waterfall, managing to stand despite his earlier exertions.
“Hhm?” The Dokugan Ryu smirked, his one eye blazing.
Around them, crisp, clear waters swirled, the deep pond once again beginning to fill, waves thundering down and splashing in cool droplets against his back.
“At the fortress…” Yukimura began, chest still heaving with exertion. Then he took two shaky steps forward and slid his arms around his rival’s waist, clutching him firmly. “I will meet you there, in a day and a half. And at that time… I request a duel, Masamune!”
The samurai chuckled in reply, his own hands resting against Yukimura’s bare back. “I’m always willing to fight,” he grinned, feeling his cheek brush the spiky hair and the press of his rival’s heartbeat - quick, excited, and battle-ready - against his own.
“Come anytime you want, Sanada Yukimura - or I might just decide to come to you.”
“That is my greatest honour, Date Masamune.”
******
Okay, I know there will be several pressing questions regarding this fic, and I am going to answer those that come to my mind.
A) Why the hell did the water stop falling when they started making out?
This is Sengoku Basara - the energy from their weapons destroyed the water source or something.
B) Where the hell did their weapons go? And wouldn’t they have been washed away or sunken?
This is Sengoku Basara - Yukimura can go from no spears in the beginning cutscene to blazing wrath and hellfire in the later part of the cutscene. Basically, weapons can always take a hike. And Basara weapons sink? No way! Did you notice that Basara weapons are almost always permanently wrapped in energy?
C) Why does Yukimura’s every sentence start with “Masamune”?
This is Sengoku Basara - Yukimura starts practically every sentence that way.
D) Why did the water start flowing again at the end of the fic?
This is Sengoku Basara.
Okay, done. ^_^
Further note, read only if you’re interested: Normally when I write porn I like to go the whole hog - oral and anal both. It makes me feel the fic is “worth my money”. ^_^ However, doing so for this fic would have meant I would have to choose a decided “uke” and “seme”, which I felt would go against Basara itself, because the outcome of Yukimura and Masamune’s duel is decided by the player. I read that (as well as their conversations) as saying that they are equally matched, so obviously I didn’t want to go against this idea by choosing a definite submissive or dominant. It was also why the sex is orgasm through rubbing, rather than the two of them sucking each other off, because it’s not only quicker, it more accurately simulates a duel (I felt).
I know that in the fic Yukimura seems more uke and Masamune more seme, but actually that’s their personalities. Yukimura is actually very proper and shy - his response to Keiji asking him “So have you fallen in love before?” is “W-W-W-What sort of perverted things are you talking about?” (he stammers a lot in the game, too) whereas Masamune just goes “And what about you? Have you fallen in love before?” And Yukimura is not as uke as he seems, of course…
YES I ACTUALLY HAVE AN EXPLANATION FOR PORN.
I have just realised the fic is longer than the sex scene. This is a first.
Title: At the Feet of the Dragon
Series: Sengoku Basara 2
Pairing: slash, YukimuraxMasamune
Rating: R.... no, NC-17
Warnings: frot
For this first time in my life, I need a better title. I tried and I tried but I couldn’t come up with anything that fit. Thing is, normally my titles are well-phrased, short, and self-explanatory. But that wouldn’t work for Sengoku Basara, and especially not for this fic, because Basara titles always have this powerful ring to them - this includes the chapter titles, the general’s titles, even the titles of the special match-ups.
(And no, “Yukimura and Masamune Have Hot Sex” is NOT a good title, for all that it is well-phrased, short and self-explanatory. ^_^)
Translation notes: A lot of lines are “direct translated”, as in, based off lines in the game. Hence the funny phrasing.
Kaii no Tora means “Tiger of Kaii”, which is a part of Japan. It’s Shingen’s title.
Sarutobi Sasuke, for those of you too busy staring at either Yukimura or Masamune to notice, is the ninja in the army camouflage outfit. He serves Yukimura directly and is part of Shingen’s army.
The capital is the funky stage where everyone is dancing. You normally fight Maeda Keiji there. When each gate opens as you go through the stage, the title makes a reference to “matsuri”.
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“Drink!” Shingen had shouted at the bone-weary, victorious troops. “Eat! Be merry! For tonight, Takeda Shingen has taken the capital!!”
Beneath his platform of lacquered wood, draped with his emblem, the soldiers had cheered long and hard - shaking their weapons in triumph and shouting praise for their leader. Many had waved the eight-coin banner of the Kaii no Tora, and the harsh sounds of wartime celebration had filled the air.
But that had been fifteen minutes ago, and now everyone was busy breaking casts of sake and ordering plate after plate of meat, with the citizens of the capital rushing to tend to their whims. Surprisingly, none of them seemed scared or even cowered by the takeover, but rather continued to dance and party in the revels that had been taking place all along. They beat drums, causing coins to spill, and the flash of gold on the paper lanterns that lined to pathways turned the scene into one of magic and celebration. Men hiked up their hakamas and moved to the beat, while the women watched them and cheered, or rushed to pick up the gold koban that had spilled to the ground.
Yukimura sat in the middle of it all, exchanging handshakes with fellow troops and laughing at the drunken fools who had been coerced into doing silly stunts by the laughing waitresses. He rejoiced with them, drinking cup after cup of the wine that flowed freely, but in the pit of his stomach a ball of tension coiled tighter and tighter. Anyone could see he was restless, even with the merrymaking - the sharp brown eyes darted to and fro, never resting on any one thing for long, and his hands would often move unconsciously to touch his spears, even though there were no enemies this night.
“Chill, my general, chill!” Sasuke had chosen to swoop in on the company then, grabbing hold of the cup the young warrior held to prevent Yukimura’s grip, unnaturally tight and tense, from crushing it. He smiled easily at his superior, who met his eyes with a puzzled frown, unsure of what had happened.
“Sasuke?” Yukimura was puzzled at the ninja’s sudden appearance amongst the troops, and even more confused by Sasuke’s words. The ninja waved the cup at him, light glinting off the cracks in the China, and Yukimura blushed as understanding dawned. He tried to stammer an apology, but was met with shrugs and smiles as the innkeeper shook his head at him, muttering something about warriors gripping everything as though to kill it. Yukimura shook his head at the accusation, but even as he turned to watch the celebratory fireworks he could feel the his fists clenching again, as they had so many times that night.
Grinning, the shinobi placed the cup back on the table, before frowning abruptly when he saw Yukimura’s trembling hands. The man was positively shaking, slight tremors running through his lithe body, his fingers clenched around his spears and sweat beading along his hairline to trickle down to his neck, but the expression on his face was one of eagerness, excited and anticipatory.
For all of them, Sasuke reflected, the battle was over with the capital, but there was one thing more Yukimura had to settle. And though he didn’t realise it himself, it was rapidly becoming unbearable for him. Sasuke watched with some concern as a drunken soldier, moving too close to the commander for a moment, was pushed back into a proper standing position so firmly he actually staggered.
“You’re driving yourself crazy trying to relax,” the shinobi informed his boss, easing himself into a seat beside him. “Go on and do some running - milord’s calling for you.” He jerked his thumb back at the upraised platform, and gave a small chuckle as Yukimura nearly burst out of his seat to run to Shingen.
Too high strung by half, Sasuke thought to himself with a fond grin as the warrior’s footfalls scattered soldiers and barmaids. But still, that’s what makes him the greatest warrior in all Japan… or not.
The man shifted in his seat to join in the gambling game that had started up, all the while wondering about Yukimura’s unfinished business - the duel between him and the Dokugan Ryu, that had started but had yet to end.
******
Hoofbeats sounded on the dirt track, going at a speed that should have been impossible, but Yukimura was capable of urging his mount far beyond what could normally be asked of any horse. The young man leaned low to the beast’s neck as wind whistled through his hair and brushed the sweat-soaked planes of his chest, but he couldn’t feel the cold - not when Shingen had just given him the order to complete one final mission, one Yukimura had to complete for himself.
“Find him and fight him, Yukimura.” The war-leader had commanded, voice thundering. “And come back the strongest under Heaven!”
There was no question of who they were referring to - the man’s name had thrummed in his veins, unsaid and unforgotten, ever since they had first clashed. That first battle seemed burned into his very soul - lances of fire against swords of lightning, twin paths of energy crackling and weaving themselves into a sky darkened by clouds of dust… He could even recall the smell of steel in the air as sparks flew from their weapons, igniting the very ground and causing a blaze of whirlwind and firestorms that flung troops away and scorched the earth.
But more than anything, he could feel, even now, as though no time had passed between that moment and this, the power thrumming through a savage, glorious blue dragon, its teeth bared in wild, untamed delight, and it was not just the land that burst into flames as they fought.
That moment, something deep in his soul was ignited, never to go out.
Dokugan Ryu…
And now, he flew towards that battle, again, only this time it would be the crescendo - the true fight to the death that would be the culmination of their every clash. He could not help but grin, an eager smile that lighted the planes on his face and made him look like a young, fiery god of war. Beneath him, the steady roll of the horses’ gait and the sound of its pounding hooves echoed the thumping of his heart.
Date Masamune! I come to finish this!!
******
He only stopped when the sky was pitch dark, the moon hidden behind silver clouds, dismounting in a single bound and laying a steadying hand on his horse to guide her through the black night. He was grateful that his lord had told him to scout the area previously, so he knew the lay of the land well enough to lead the beast off the beaten track and towards a small cave he had discovered.
It would take a day and half to reach the dragon’s lair, Yukimura knew, and the sun had long since set, making the going difficult. He could not get much travelling done by the light of the moon, and his horses’ heaving flanks told him of the beast’s exhaustion as he walked her down the steep hillside. They had still crossed a fair amount of ground - he carried only a few dried rations and a single waterskin, so the load was incredibly light - and in his mind’s eye he could already see the fortress where his rival dwelled, high in the mountains, surrounded by the craggy rocks and cliffs hard as a dragon’s scales.
Situated next to a huge waterfall, the cave was barely big enough for a single horse and its rider, but Yukimura was grateful for the safety and security it provided. He was exhausted after the battle, no matter how restless his heart was, and not in the mood to face off the mountain bandits that plagued such areas, or the wild predators that roamed.
He was also grimy and sore, after months of war with no rest in between, and now that he was on his way towards his rival, the tension had passed from his body and left him more aware of the aches and pains that he hadn’t been able to concentrate on.
The moment he stepped into the cave and tethered up his horse, he could already feel his eyes straying to the waterfall. The water was bitingly cold, coming directly from the mountains above, and would most likely freeze a man outright if he stepped into it. But for Yukimura, it was now unbelievably tempting - he felt hot all over from his travels, not to mention that the sweat and grime of merrymaking and then a tedious road journey still clung to him.
And damn, red vinyl was uncomfortable when it got sweaty.
It’s not a bath, he told himself. The current of the waterfall was strong, huge sheets of clear crystalline liquid pouring down into a deep pool at the bottom, where the waters churned and frothed in elemental conflict. He had never trained with nature before, though his lord had told him many times how the Kaii no Tora had spent days and months battling the wind’s gales and watching brushfires eat the dry grass to learn the wartime tactics for which he was renown.
Faced with the elemental power of the waterfall, he wished to test his will against it - and in his heart felt in those crushing waves the weight of the dragon’s strength and ferocity, even as he gazed at a sheet of white and blue water that glittered like the azure trenchcoat his rival wore.
Throwing off his clothes in one swift motion, he jumped.
******
At the base of the waterfall, huge waves rose and crashed against each other like the tides of the raging sea, throwing up huge fountains of spray and misting the air white. The waters battled even more ferociously there, seeming to swell and pulsate with their own power, when suddenly they billowed out in all directions, dazzling liquids gushing over rocks as stray droplets catapulted into the sky.
In one huge motion of strength and will, the vortex spun on itself and shattered into so many waves, revealing a cocoon of energy in its center as flame-wreathed spears locked with six swords, all black and fierce as a dragon’s fangs.
Time itself seemed to hold the clash in awe, shuddering to a halt as steel clashed and white-hot sparks skidded from the contact. That single second seemed to stretch into infinity, then suddenly explode upon them in a crescendo of towering waves and clashing steel.
“Sanada Yukimura!” cried Masamune, unlocking his swords from his rival’s spears in a swift, savage movement that sent Yukimura a few paces back and caused the air to ring with the whine of metal skidding against metal. He grinned, feral and wild, at the young man who stood before him, literally glowing with red and orange flames. “Didn’t know you came here to bathe too!!”
“D-D-D-D-Date Masamune!” Yukimura stumbled back in surprise at hearing the cocky, savage voice so much sooner than he had anticipated. He looked up into a single liquid brown eye, light slanting and fracturing in the pupil, and Masamune’s words hit him the same time his swords once against grated against his spears with incredible strength, energy crackling around the blades.
“Masamune!” He blocked reflectively, but his mind was a whirl of confusion. “I.. I assure you, I did not mean..”
“Hey!” the word sliced easily through his half-formed, stumbling explanation as the dragon’s fangs whistled through the air. Masamune smirked down at him - “You wanna bathe here, it’s fine by me… Not like I own this place yet.” And Yukimura felt the lazy drawl and foreign tongue of the Dokugan Ryu grate against his senses, causing something hot and eager to coil within him, curling through his body like tongues of flame.
“Masamune….!” The name was shouted, ringing in the air long after the initial cry, as Yukimura thrust his spears forward, their superior reach causing the other man to jump away.
The battle had completely taken over his senses, and Yukimura threw himself into it, as spears and swords traded blows and around them the waters churned and exploded with the force of their duelling, spraying the air with white mist.
He heard a low chuckle, and then the shafts of his spears were wrenched between two of the six blades. Yukimura immediately pushed against the hold, knowing that brute strength was the only way to break it. He threw his head back, his eyes blazing into his rival’s, teeth clenched in determination. Masamune smirked in return, even as the muscles in his arms tensed and bulged under the strain of keeping Yukimura from breaking his guard, then let out a low whistle as his gaze locked with the other man’s.
“Not like you’re not a treat for the eyes any day, Yukimura,” he drawled appreciatively, voice rasping over the words, spoken in a softer timbre than usual.
The warrior let out a strangled gasp of surprise, instinctively jerking back, and Masamune charged. Around them, the waters literally exploded outwards, lightning and fire crackling through the waves and sending spears of liquid shooting straight up into the air, to fall again as newly-formed rain into the now dry pool.
Weapons twisted, only now the six swords outlined a horizontal path to Yukimura’s neck, while his spears kept Masamune’s weapons locked in position. Huge, liquid brown eyes stared up at him, widened in surprise and anger and looking for all the world quite adorably confused, as Yukimura’s mind registered that he was pressed against the wall with the dragon pressing him to it. “M.. Masamune, what…”
“Have you forgotten, Yukimura?” The Dokugan Ryu’s voice was mocking, but his one eye glinted in feral appreciation of the young man under him as his gaze raked down his rival’s body, water trickling down to outline every plane and muscle of a form that seemed sculpted by heat and passion.
“You aren’t wearing any clothes.”
“Wha… What!” Trying to fight the heat that was rising to his cheeks and coiling in his belly, the young warrior shot out with the first thing his mind could think to say. “Neither are you, Masamune!!”
“Oh? So you wanted to look?” Masamune grinned down at him and eased himself back slightly, deliberately, rolling his shoulders away in a single smooth movement that placed his body just a bit farther from Yukimura, obviously so that he could look his fill. Hastily, the young man averted his gaze on a muffled curse, but of course, now that he had said it Yukimura couldn’t help but feel his eyes stray.
He must’ve been bathing, too, when I jumped in… his mind muttered ineffectually as his gaze slipped, without his consent, over the muscled lines of Masamune’s body, tracing the droplets of water that wove down the wiry frame, towards…
Yukimura snapped his head to the side, cheeks flushing, only to feel his eyes widen under harshly-cut bangs when he heard his rival’s low chuckle, mocking and stinging and sensual and… and why was it making him burn even hotter? Masamune was laughing at him, taunting him, playing with him when it should have been a fair duel… The knot of tension coiling inside him suddenly exploded, and he snapped.
His left hand jerked suddenly, twisting his spear from between Masamune’s blades and shoving it out and upwards, effectively trapping both their weapons in a deadlock and forcing the Dokugan Ryu’s hands back for a second. Yukimura shoved hard, putting them almost chest to chest. He had the advantage, he knew - he’d taken Masamune by surprise, and his other hand was free to deal whatever blow he could - and he could take this duel to the next level, the true clash of spirit and will, with whatever weapon he chose.
Yukimura’s spear went flying, wrenching three of Masamune’s six swords away, as the man looped his arm around his rival’s shoulders, dragged him down, and kissed him hard.
It was a battle right from the start, Yukimura forcing his way into Masamune’s mouth to lick and suck so hard the dragon’s fangs cut his tongue, leaving the coppery taste of blood to flavour the kiss briefly, Masamune seeming to mould himself to the bruising caresses in return, coiling snake-like around him. He could feel the other smirk against his lips as he was kissed back, their tongues twisting and rubbing, slick and wet with heat and desire, until his eyes slid shut and the pressure of his rival’s lips slanting harshly against his own made him curl his tongue over its partner and stroke it, moaning. Growling, Masamune grabbed him by the hair at the base of his neck and forced his head up into his own kiss, making Yukimura lift his other arm to wrap it around the samurai’s shoulders, fingers pressing into his back to hold him in place.
It lasted until both were short of breath, their gazes locking as Yukimura panted harshly and Masamune licked his lips slowly, smirking when the younger man stared at the movement and squirmed slightly beneath his gaze. The unholy amusement in the samurai’s eyes sparked another flare of heat, and they were kissing again, weapons crashing to the ground as hands roamed and drew gasps and moans of arousal.
“M..Masa..” A callused hand ran down his side, pressing against his chest, the roughness of the palm scraping against his flesh and making him shiver as heat exploded through his body. It felt like the times where he called the flames to him, feeling them burst from the core of his being and ignite him, only this touch was so much more… He gasped out loud as the Dokugan Ryu ran his tongue against his ear and bit down, fangs drawing blood as his neck snapped backwards and his eyes fluttered half-shut. Hard swipes up the outer shell began to clean the wound, tracing the line of skin almost delicately as he panted and dug his fingers into the samurai’s back. “Masamune…!!”
“I… I t-thought you… uhh…” the pause was part embarrassment and part arousal as his rival’s lips moved to his neck, nipping and licking the flesh there, once against biting down at the juncture of shoulder and neck hard enough to draw blood. He wrapped his leg around the other’s and dragged him closer, at the same time letting his hand trace a sketchy path down the other’s spine.
“Liked women?” the words were spoken lowly, and cut off on a loud groan as their bodies came into full contact with each other, hips rubbing, Yukimura’s pants shuddering through Masamune’s skin as the sensation of flesh on heated flesh made him growl. Yukimura’s eyes shot open and he gasped as his arousal brushed Masamune’s own, the heat in his body growing to unbearable levels as the samurai reached down, his fingers wrapping and squeezing around him…
“AAAH!! Yes, oh…mmff…” Yukimura had forced a hand into his mouth and was biting down harshly, trying to contain the pleasure that broke in waves over him. Desperately, he linked his thigh behind Masamune’s and pulled him closer, until their bodies rubbed against each other fully, feeling another erection brush against his and reveling in Masamune’s small hiss of arousal. In his muddled vision he saw the dark eyes flare with sudden heat, then the fingers around him twitched and he moaned aloud.
The pleasure that hit him was fierce and sudden, causing him arch against his rival’s steady, almost teasing strokes along his cock, pumping him slowly. “And when did I ever say that, huh?” He felt the words brush against his chest, raising goose bumps, and then Masamune licked and bit down on one nipple, and he howled.
“Ma… Masamune!! W.. What manner of - ” the words were cut off on another cry, and Masamune grinned. “Really loud, as usual…” he muttered, feeling Yukimura’s fingers dig into his scalp as the man arched…
Bringing their arousals into full contact and causing white-hot pleasure to spike through them both. Yukimura moved instinctively against him, rubbing against both his hand and his cock, making him press a hand into the rockface to control himself as his own breath came short.
Bending his head near Yukimura’s, he could hear the warrior’s sharp pants and moans, gasping his name harshly. “Masamune…” a hand forced his head up and Yukimura sealed his lips to his again. They sucked at each other’s mouths violently as the young warrior brought the hand that had been clawing Masamune’s back suddenly down to his ass, causing the man to break off the kiss with a sharp cry.
“Whoa, Yukimura - ” he gritted his teeth as his rival drew him even closer, until their bodies fit, sweat-slick, against each other, taut flesh rippling and sliding as Yukimura’s eyes grew hazy from all the sensations soaking into his skin and Masamune growled as white-hot pleasure spiked through him. “D..Didn’t know… you were so.. goddamn eager…” He licked sweat off the other’s neck, feeling his heartbeat jumping under his tongue, frenzied and impassioned as Yukimura moaned desperately.
Throbbing flesh slid against throbbing flesh, and Yukimura fitted himself to Masamune as he rocked wildly, clutching at the other man. “M... Masamu.. Masamune!!” he moaned, voice hoarse with need, his fingers clawing at the other’s hair and their tongues twining against each other.
It was not a kiss, just licking and sucking, Yukimura’s fevered gaze locking with Masamune’s in an obvious challenge. “D..Don’t… AHHH!! Don’t think that… I… I’m just going to g-give in..”
He was squeezed sharply in response, but the spike of pain only heightened the sensations running through him, and he felt the tension in his body grow almost unbearable. In desperation, he reached down, twining his fingers with his rival’s and stroking Masamune’s arousal hard… He’d done this to himself before, so he knew how he liked it - hard, fast strokes, nails scratching just barely against the tip, moving along the shaft…
“Oh, fuck!!” The cry was harsh in his ears, as were the quick, hoarse-sounding breaths that followed it - Masamune’s own way of succumbing to pleasure. He whimpered, as the grip on him tightened unbearably, leaving to pleasure to build within him, coil deep inside but without any way to release, and he needed - throbbed - to shatter in completion. His own fingers curled around hot, tense flesh, wringing another cry from the dragon’s throat.
“M… Masamune…” Whimpering in need, his voice hoarse, hearing the harsh breathing in his ear, and needing, arching, wanting desperately…. “T-Together…”
“Oh…” The reply was drawn out, husky and dark with arousal. “So that’s how you want to play it… fine by me.” The last words were once again in that foreign tongue, and Yukimura reflected through a blaze of desire that the harsh syllables sounded absolutely sinful from his rival’s lips.
Then the unbearable tightness was gone, and he was being stroked, he couldn’t tell by who, only that strong, callused palms were pressing against his - their - flesh, fingers dripping with arousal twining around his cock it rubbed against another’s - and that was hot and wet and oh-so-good… so fucking good…. He jerked his hips up and brought their erections into full contact, making it even better - he hadn’t even believed that was possible until now, he felt like he was being consumed by fire, only he welcomed it - it was primal heat, the elements distilled, pure completion.
And his whole being arched and writhed as ecstasy seared through his veins.
Their bodies rocked and stroked, and Masamune growled when hot flesh rubbed against his own, feeling his grip on their cocks tighten and his movements grow frantic with need. They were both so close - pleasure simmering and then breaking, slick wet hardness caressing him, thrusting against his own arousal, Yukimura’s voice raised in the agony of passion as hisses and groans slipped from him and his loins tightened and strained.
“M…Masamune…”
“… Fuck, Y.. Yukimura!”
The hand that was braced against the waterfall curled into a fist, knuckles white, and his teeth clenched hard enough to ache when Yukimura raised his whole body up and against his, a leg locking behind him, fingers grasping at him…
They were both beyond thought now, only able to writhe and grind against each other, arching and aching as raw, hard flesh rubbed and two hands twined and stroked and squeezed. Yukimura was panting his rival’s name, eyes squeezed shut against the pleasure coiling in him, knowing only to strain for release as something built in him, sinking sugared claws deep into his gut -
Suddenly fangs bit into him, and his own tongue reached to caress them, opening new cuts that filled their mouths with blood, as Masamune shuddered violently and hot wetness spilled between them both.
He exploded, his howl of pleasure swallowed by the kiss.
******
Gentle, teasing swipes of a sharp tongue against his own brought his fuzzy mind back from a pleasure-muddled haze into reality. Blearily, he gazed into a single eye that regarded him in unholy amusement, even as Masamune stroked the fine, downy hair at the nape of his neck and wrapped it around his fingers, tugging it. He moved away slightly, sighing, and his rival took that as his cue to step aside, folding his arms in his usual cocky stance.
“Masamune…” Yukimura panted, as he pushed himself away from the waterfall, managing to stand despite his earlier exertions.
“Hhm?” The Dokugan Ryu smirked, his one eye blazing.
Around them, crisp, clear waters swirled, the deep pond once again beginning to fill, waves thundering down and splashing in cool droplets against his back.
“At the fortress…” Yukimura began, chest still heaving with exertion. Then he took two shaky steps forward and slid his arms around his rival’s waist, clutching him firmly. “I will meet you there, in a day and a half. And at that time… I request a duel, Masamune!”
The samurai chuckled in reply, his own hands resting against Yukimura’s bare back. “I’m always willing to fight,” he grinned, feeling his cheek brush the spiky hair and the press of his rival’s heartbeat - quick, excited, and battle-ready - against his own.
“Come anytime you want, Sanada Yukimura - or I might just decide to come to you.”
“That is my greatest honour, Date Masamune.”
******
Okay, I know there will be several pressing questions regarding this fic, and I am going to answer those that come to my mind.
A) Why the hell did the water stop falling when they started making out?
This is Sengoku Basara - the energy from their weapons destroyed the water source or something.
B) Where the hell did their weapons go? And wouldn’t they have been washed away or sunken?
This is Sengoku Basara - Yukimura can go from no spears in the beginning cutscene to blazing wrath and hellfire in the later part of the cutscene. Basically, weapons can always take a hike. And Basara weapons sink? No way! Did you notice that Basara weapons are almost always permanently wrapped in energy?
C) Why does Yukimura’s every sentence start with “Masamune”?
This is Sengoku Basara - Yukimura starts practically every sentence that way.
D) Why did the water start flowing again at the end of the fic?
This is Sengoku Basara.
Okay, done. ^_^
Further note, read only if you’re interested: Normally when I write porn I like to go the whole hog - oral and anal both. It makes me feel the fic is “worth my money”. ^_^ However, doing so for this fic would have meant I would have to choose a decided “uke” and “seme”, which I felt would go against Basara itself, because the outcome of Yukimura and Masamune’s duel is decided by the player. I read that (as well as their conversations) as saying that they are equally matched, so obviously I didn’t want to go against this idea by choosing a definite submissive or dominant. It was also why the sex is orgasm through rubbing, rather than the two of them sucking each other off, because it’s not only quicker, it more accurately simulates a duel (I felt).
I know that in the fic Yukimura seems more uke and Masamune more seme, but actually that’s their personalities. Yukimura is actually very proper and shy - his response to Keiji asking him “So have you fallen in love before?” is “W-W-W-What sort of perverted things are you talking about?” (he stammers a lot in the game, too) whereas Masamune just goes “And what about you? Have you fallen in love before?” And Yukimura is not as uke as he seems, of course…
YES I ACTUALLY HAVE AN EXPLANATION FOR PORN.
I have just realised the fic is longer than the sex scene. This is a first.