Gift fic for shadow_fictions!
Gift fic for shadow_fictions
From kis_my_fic2
Title: Band of Brothers
Pairings/Characters: : Yokoo Wataru-Kitayama Hiromitsu, Yokoo Wataru-Nikaido Takashi, mentions of Yokoo Wataru-Iida Kyohei, Nikaido Takashi-Senga Kento, appearances of other Johnnys
Rating: ranging from PG to NC-17
Warnings: Set in Feudal AU this fic is not just rainbows and sunshine, so be aware of battle and mentions of character death.
Summary: Fate in the form of Kitayama brings Yokoo and Nikaido together, they share the same dark burden but with the help of their savior they might overcome it.
Notes: This might not be the setting you had in mind on your request, but I still hope you like it and I tried to fulfill your request as good as possible. Sorry to have taken a little walk with history in order to write this fic for you. And a huge thank you for my encouraging beta and my cheering squad.
Satisfied, Yokoo overlooks the methodically swept floor of the little shed hidden in the mountains. It's nothing compared to his former home, but for the time being it will do. He needs time to think over what to do next and regain his strength. The way he is now, he's no match to the man who took everything he loved away.
The sun is already setting so he walks outside to cut some wood for a cooking fire. He hopes Kitayama will bring back something good for them to eat, since their stock of food is starting to get low. Just thinking about the muscled little man makes him smile. Most people would classify him as lazy, but Yokoo knows he can entrust the guy with his life.
In fact, he already did and it was Kitayama who saved his ass when he got cornered during the assault. He can't remember much after losing his conscience, just that he woke up in this tiny shed feeling sore all over his body. Kitayama still refuses to tell him what happened, but from the look in his eyes Yokoo knows he should wait until the day the smaller man would tell him out of his own free will.
The rustling of the leaves and sound of the horse alerts him. Yokoo is glad he didn't light the fire yet and he retreats behind the shed, hand on his sword. He remembers Kitayama's worried look when he told him to silently retreat if someone ever came up the mountain, but his warrior heart is too proud to do something as simple as that.
Yokoo relaxes as he recognizes the familiar cursing. The breathing of both Kitayama and the horse sounds labored and Yokoo wonders what they're taking up the mountain. When Kitayama finally leads the horse into the clearing he can see the horse is loaded with provisions and...
"Yokoo-san, get here and give me a hand will you."
Yokoo rushes over and takes over the lead of the horse, eyes growing wide as he can see the dirty face of a sleeping young man slumped over the back of the horse.
"Brought you a gift," Kitayama smiles, pleased, as he wipes the sweat of his face, "a scared little bunny."
Yokoo raises his eyebrow and gives Kitayama a puzzled look.
"Don't worry, I didn't do anything. Just found him left for dead near the side of the road. Now help me get him off the horse."
Yokoo wants to protest but somehow the young man intrigues him. The young man moans as they carefully pick him up and his eyes flash open with a fire that startles Yokoo, but soon look around frantically for anything familiar.
Kitayama chuckles, but immediately hushes the now scared looking guy who in this state really resembles a bunny.
"Ssstt, don't worry... I'm still here... There's nothing to worry about... Don't be scared, you're safe now."
Yokoo freezes for a moment as the words sound way too intense to him, a horrid memory he has stashed away for good, but he gets a hold of himself really quickly while the young man relaxes as soon as he recognizes Kitayama voice. They carefully move him into the shed.
"Hold him," Kitayama commands and he quickly rolls out a futon and gets some blankets.
Yokoo can feel his guest tremble in his arms and instinctively he slowly rocks him back and forth like a little child while he brushes the other's tangled up hair out of his face.
"Don't be scared, we'll take care of you. First we'll get you cleaned up. Ahh, sorry. Are you hungry or thirsty?"
After a while he can see the guy peek at him through his eyelashes.
"Mitsu, you'll better heat up some water for a bath. I'll bet this guy didn't bathe in ages. And get him one of my old sets of clothes."
Kitayama chuckles at the thought of Yokoo wanting to clean the man up before even considering to feed him. But knowing his friend's fondness of cleanliness it actually isn't surprising to him at all. In fact he already has the stuff ready Yokoo asked for. Besides he could use a bath himself too.
"Yokoo-san, I'm outside getting the bath ready. I'll call you as soon as it's ready. Got anything to drink or eat?"
"Got some oolong in the corner and there's some onigiri left. Bring some for ehhh ... what's his name too. Do you know his name?"
"Nope and he hasn't talked to me yet. Maybe he'll tell you. You better give me a massage later, getting all the stuff up the mountain is so tiresome. My muscles ache all over."
Yokoo laughs at the older man.
"Maybe," he answers playfully. But he smiles warmly as he watches the other walk outside.
"Here, have a drink."
Yokoo carefully holds the cup near the stranger’s lips. He laughs at the face the other makes at the bitter taste.
"Drink some more, it's healthy. Wanna have a bite too?"
The guy blinks his eyes.
"Guess that's a yes. Ohh, please forgive me. My name is Yokoo Wataru. Welcome to our home. Please feel welcome to stay as long as you like. The other guy is Kitayama Hiromitsu, but I guess he told you already. He lives here too, but he's traveling around a lot too. He makes sure I have everything I need up here. So, what can I call you?"
Yokoo eyes his guest curiously, who looks away shyly and focuses on the onigiri Yokoo is still holding.
"You want this? Let me say thank you for the food for you if you can't talk."
Yokoo smiles happily as the shy man makes some kind of bow. He's pleased to see he has some kind of manners.
"Here, can you hold it yourself or do you want me to help you? Don't worry. I'll help you."
Yokoo carefully breaks the rice ball into smaller pieces and holds a little piece in front of the young man's interestingly shaped lips, almost catlike just like his eyes. After eying the piece suspiciously the young man's hunger wins from his fears and he allows himself to be fed.
Almost shyly at first, but almost eagerly later the young man lets himself be fed. Yokoo smiles warmly.
"Careful, don't overdo it or you'll get a stomach ache."
There's that look again. Yokoo holds his breath as the other grabs his hand and quickly eats the last piece sloppy enough that his lips touch Yokoo's fingers. Without thinking he licks the remaining grains of rice from Yokoo's fingers and then like someone just turns over a switch reverts to his formerly shy self.
Yokoo raises an eyebrow, but knows better than to say something. Instead he just pets the other's head a few times. He's sure his heart just missed a few beats and he can feel an odd tingly feeling in his belly. He shakes his head to regain his posture.
"Now let us get you cleaned up. I'll bet Mitsu has your bath ready by now."
With ease Yokoo rises to his feet and carries the young man outside and goes behind the shed. It's nothing much, but he and Kitayama have created some kind of bathing area with a tub. He can see his friend has already filled up the bath and he even has some clean clothes lying neatly in a stack.
"Come, now try standing up a bit so I can get you out of these clothes."
Almost unwillingly the young man tries to stand on his own, but almost immediately sinks through his knees, but Yokoo's grip is strong.
"Mitsu, give me a hand, will you."
Kitayama steps around the corner holding a bucket of water for the horse. After heating up the bath water he has taken care of the tired horse and put their provisions where they should be save from uninvited little guests. Food is one of his religions, so there's no way he'd leave it out to be eaten by mice and other rodents.
"Ahh, time to wash Bunny-chan."
"Excuse me?" Yokoo stares at Kitayama, surprised by the name he has given the young man, but somehow it seems to fit him.
"Well, we gotta call him something. Want me to get the washing stool? And you better strip down yourself too, your clothes are getting dirty already."
Yokoo hands over his load and quickly strips and folds his clothes. Kitayama chuckles knowing Yokoo will wash all of their clothes after, so he sees no need to fold them properly before. But he knows Yokoo is a traditional kind of guy, he does things properly. He eyes Yokoo's lean body and admires the long limbs, he can't help licking his lips and gets smacked on the head before he even realizes.
"Oi, not now."
Kitayama laughs, he knows he'll gets what he wants later. It has been a while since he went on his food run.
"Get his clothes off, but carefully. He has some wounds and bruises. He got cut on his left shoulder and right leg. Took care of those, but they still need to heal up properly."
Yokoo eyes their guest a bit worried and wonders what happened to him. Carefully he starts to remove the layers of clothes, even though they are dirty and bloodstained he can see these are high quality clothes. He shivers as he can feel Kitayama's lips gently brush his shoulder.
"Behave, will you."
"But I missed doing this."
"Patience, I'll help you wash up later."
Yokoo can't help laughing at the almost childlike smile that lights up his smaller friend's face. He has missed being close together too, but right now they have something else to finish first. Suddenly his eye falls on a stained family crest, almost too faint to see. His heart almost skips a beat. There’s no way…
"Did you kno…?” Yokoo looks at Kitayama almost in shock, but the older one interrupts him.
“Remember? Found him left for dead near the road, like I told you before. I have no idea what happened to him. Nothing there that could tell me anything about his identity.”
Yokoo mumbles the name a few more times as if that would make him understand. The Nikaido clan is a both feared and respected retainer clan that rules from Gifu Castle. An impressive name and it would explain the expensive fabric. Their only son should be around the age of the man Kitayama just brought up the mountain… Yokoo shoots Kitayama a worried look.
“Where did you find him? You know he might be their heir. Did anyone see you?”
“Don’t worry. I’ve erased our tracks on all crucial parts of the journey. I’m going to cook us some dinner, now clean that guy up.”
Yokoo supports the tired young man who now has a family name to the washing stool and helps him sit down. He wets the cloth and starts to wash him.
“I’ll be carefull. Your clothes, there’s a family crest… Are you?”
Nikaido opens an eye and gives Yokoo an unimpressed look. Not that Yokoo is, his social status is higher but he takes that as a yes.
He can see Nikaido is, apart from his wounds and bruises, a fit young man. His body is well trained and when Yokoo washes the younger man’s hands he admires the manicure and the almost aristocratically long fingers. The calluses are similar to his own and Yokoo is now sure Nikaido grew up in the same kind of environment he did. Yokoo can feel the long scar on his back tingle, but he forces the memories from his brain.
By now he has cleaned most parts of Nikaido’s body, except for his private parts. He coughs to get the younger one’s attention, but Nikaido doesn’t seem bothered at all if Yokoo would wash him completely. Yokoo laughs inwardly, he must be a spoiled young master. And it’s not that he never washed or touched another man in that area.
Nikaido obviously has been washed before and he even spreads his legs to give Yokoo better access. Well if he doesn’t mind, Yokoo will not either and he starts cleaning the younger one thoroughly, he just did not expect the other to get a hard on and obviously like this treatment a bit more than he should.
He blushes as Nikaido moans in pleasure and for a moment he’s not sure what to do. Just as he wants to retract his hand a surprisingly strong grip stops him.
“Finish what you’ve started.”
It sounds almost sounds like an order and when Yokoo looks up, he’s surprised by the forceful eyes and feels likes he’s being drawn into them. It’s like he doesn’t control his own body anymore and he moves his hand up and down, feeling Nikaido getting harder.
Unlike Nikaido Yokoo feels a bit awkward and guilty, since the other one still isn’t in the best condition. But the warmth of Nikaido’s come together with a surprising bite in his shoulder get him back to reality. Yokoo yelps and gives Nikaido another look. The smug look on his face makes him want to scold him, but he doesn’t want to make any more commotion that could draw Kitayama’s attention.
Yokoo quickly cleans Nikaido up again and rinses him off and then helps him into the tub. Then he washes and rinses himself. The tub is large enough to hold two men so he steps in without thinking and he’s not surprised when Nikaido turns around and leans against his chest, obviously tired.
“Just don’t fall asleep.”
The warm water makes him drowsy himself so after a while Yokoo pokes Nikaido.
“Time to get out, come on. Mitsu, help me please?”
Kitayama walks around the corner and helps Nikaido out of the tub. Yokoo quickly dries him off with an old but clean sheet.
“Bring him back to the shed. I’ll take care of his wounds there.”
Kitayama chuckles, he did notice the faint teeth marks on Yokoo’s shoulder. With ease he picks the now wrapped Nikaido up.
“Come on, you wild one. What did you do to poor Yokoo-san?”
But Nikaido refuses to answer him, a little smile refusing to be hidden at the corner of his mouth not getting unnoticed by Kitayama.
Kitayama sets Nikaido down on the rolled out futon.
“Now wait for Yokoo-san, he’ll treat your wounds and helps you dress. I’m in need for a bath myself. We’ll eat later.”
Without waiting for an answer Kitayama leaves. Nikaido lets his hand feel the softness of the futon and bed cover. The flooring consists of tatami mats and he suspects the other men to be of better descent then the outside of the little shed gives away. The fact they have a warrior class horse and weaponry only supports that thought.
He might have been hurt but his survival skills are still strong. Being hurt only gives him the opportunity to watch his surroundings and them while pretending to be too wounded and tired to be even paying them any attention. He will continue this play until he’s recovered enough to get back and revenge his family and friends.
He watches the taller one referred to as Yokoo-san enter the room. Even though he’s dressed simple his posture is all too familiar and he suspects him to be a young successor himself. He wonders about the large scar on his back.
The one who rescued him seems to be like his faithful right hand. His swordsmanship is well above average, the way he handles the double sword is making up for his lack of height. Nikaido wonders why Kitayama lied about the way he found him.
He lets Yokoo help him up. The cool ointment feels good on his wounds. Nikaido decides he really likes the man and the way his fingers feel on his skin. Yokoo carefully wraps the cuts on Nikaido’s shoulder and leg with strips of cotton. Then he helps him dress in similar clothes and admires his work. Nikaido can feel himself getting a bit shy and looks away, acting tired.
“Looking good, now let’s see what that glutton made us.”
As if on cue a refreshed Kitayama enters the room and he quickly provides them with a simple meal of hot rice, miso and some meat and vegetables. Nikaido eyes the vegetables suspiciously.
“They won’t kill you. Eat them and regain your strength.”
Nikaido scowls, but Yokoo gives him a stern look.
“Don’t act spoiled, be thankful you’re safe and you can have such a meal.”
Nikaido wants to retort with something smart, but before he can Yokoo quickly stuffs his mouth with some meat. The taste spreads over his tongue and he eagerly tries to swallow, almost choking.
Kitayama chuckles.
“Don’t kill your new friend, Yokoo-san.”
Kitayama receives cold stares from both men and can’t help laughing out loud.
“Already ganging up on me? Better tune it down a bit, both of you should be more than thankful I saved your sorry asses. Now quit staring and enjoy my cooking.”
Yokoo and Nikaido look at each other and decide eating is the best option for now. Besides, the food tastes way too good to be wasted. After dinner Kitayama excuses himself to take care of their equipment and weaponry and Nikaido’s hand travels to his obi, missing the familiar feel of his sword. He wonders where his treasured swords are.
“Don’t worry,” Kitayama smiles, “I managed to recover those, but they need some work.”
Nikaido’s face shows his relief and Yokoo gently taps his leg.
“Rest some more, I’m going to clean up. We’ll drink some tea later.”
Nikaido feels a bit lonely after both men leave the shed and his mind begins to wander. He can remember being ambushed and his esquire and best friend Senga fighting like a mad man. He can still hear his voice ring in his ear, “Save the young master, protect him with your life!”
He wonders where Senga is and hopes he’s still alive somehow. The attackers had driven them apart. The other men that had accompanied them were fighting with their all, but they didn’t have much of a chance being greatly outnumbered.
Yokoo can feel his heart break watching the pained and worried expression on Nikaido’s face. He sits down next to him and hands him a cup of tea.
“Here, drink up. There’s nothing you can do now in this state other than to heal up and regain your strength.”
Nikaido’s unable to hide his true feelings, but he knows in his heart Yokoo is right. He just hopes Senga was able to escape and get back to the castle for help.
Yokoo sits down next to him, sensing he needs some company. He gently caresses Nikaido’s knee.
Nikaido wonders what warms him up more, the tea or this tiny gesture of affection.
It doesn’t take long for him to get tired and on instinct he nest himself against Yokoo, resting his head in his lap. Yokoo pulls the cover over Nikaido and gently caresses his hair until he falls asleep. He watches the younger man sleep peacefully.
“Is he asleep?” Kitayama walks in and stretches his back. Cleaning and fixing their weapons was tiring, but an essential need. He’s seen where not taking proper care of your weapons can lead to.
Yokoo nods and quietly retreats from the futon Nikaido is sleeping on. He gets up to get their spare futon but is interrupted by Kitayama who pulls him closer. Yokoo turns around to greet his friend properly, but is almost pushed back by the force Kitayama uses to attack his lips.
It has been awhile since they were together so Yokoo eagerly replies, their kisses almost sloppy as they fight for dominance, hands pulling clothes out of the way. Somehow they manage to make it to the spare futon that’s not properly laid out but for once Yokoo doesn’t care.
All he cares for is Kitayama’s hands on him, but for some reason the older one doesn’t touch him where he wants it most. Yokoo tries to pin Kitayama down, but ends up on his stomach with Kitayama on top of him. He can feel Kitayama’s erection press against his back.
Yokoo spreads his legs and he can feel Kitayama move between them. After all the time they have been apart he knows well enough they shouldn’t rush it, but he almost doesn’t care. Kitayama nibbles on Yokoo’s ear.
“Missed me that much~”
“Stop teasing, you lazy ass.”
“You’re ahead of me.”
Yokoo tries to look back, puzzled how Kitayama would know. Kitayama’s tongue traces the faint bite mark on Yokoo’s shoulder.
“Guess you gave someone a thorough washing~”
“You old pervert. Just washed the guy and well, he’s young and probably didn’t get any relief for a whi…”
Kitayama chuckles between kissing, sucking and biting the pale skin of Yokoo’s neck.
“Just teasing, you’re too much of a gentleman to take advantage of a wounded man~”
Yokoo growls but is pinned down well enough to be helpless, not that the treatment Kitayama is giving him is helpful. Too proud to admit defeat, he swears inwardly to get the smaller man back if given the half chance.
“So that means I can fuck you this time?”
Kitayama doesn’t wait for a verbal answer. The way Yokoo’s body reacts to his touches, he already has his answer. He holds his fingers in front of Yokoo’s mouth.
“Suck.”
Yokoo eagerly does, sucking noises filling the room. Kitayama rubs his hardened dick against Yokoo’s ass and enjoys the way the other is giving himself over to him bit by bit. He pulls his fingers back from Yokoo’s mouth and gently taps his ass.
“On your knees.”
Without hesitation Yokoo follows the order and shivers as Kitayama’s fingers trail over his ass closer and closer to the spot he wants to be touched the most. He tenses when Kitayama pushes a finger in, but relaxes as Kitayama whispers soothing words into his ear.
Yokoo moans as Kitayama pushes in a second finger and starts opening him up in earnest. It doesn’t take long for Yokoo’s body to get used to the intrusion and soon he’s pushing himself back onto Kitayama’s fingers, willing to be filled up if even for one more millimeter.
Knowing the limitations of the length of his fingers Kitayama adds another finger to give Yokoo what he wants. Soon even that isn’t enough and Kitayama wets his free hand to coat his dick with saliva and give it some strokes.
He retrieves his fingers from Yokoo’s ass and steadies his hips, lining himself perfectly up with Yokoo’s hole, just pushing his dick against it. Yokoo almost whines as he tries to push himself onto Kitayama’s dick.
“You want me so bad?” Kitayama enjoys seeing the normally so well controlled Yokoo breaking character so he holds back as long as possible. By now he can feel his own urge for relief coming to its limitations and without warning he pushes in as far as possible, filling Yokoo almost completely in one thrust.
Yokoo cries out loud enough to wake Nikaido. The wounded man holds his breath as his eyes register the scene in front of his eyes. The silver moonlight accenting the outlines of the other males in a heated dance of passion.
Kitayama digs his fingers into Yokoo’s hips to guide his movements and with every thrust he pushes them higher, accelerating their breathing to the point of no return, Yokoo’s almost begging noises feeding his feeling of power over him.
Kitayama shifts his angle and the way Yokoo moans lets him know he hit home, still the taller man refuses to beg Kitayama to touch him.
Nikaido is almost afraid to even breath. The scene in front of his eyes is almost too much to bear. He’s not a virgin himself and he had many others before, but he had never been forced to watch without the others knowing he was. He touches himself and tries not to make a noise.
Nikaido didn’t expect the smaller man to be the one to top, but the way he does neither Yokoo nor he himself have any reason to complain. By now Kitayama is fucking Yokoo in such a rhythm that both of them won't be able to last much longer.
Not waiting any longer Kitayama grabs around and starts stroking Yokoo in the same pace he’s fucking him. The change of angle makes Yokoo fall apart in seconds and he comes with a loud wail as Kitayama hits him just in the right spot for the umpteenth time. A few more sharp thrusts is all Kitayama needs to follow and they collapse in a pile, trying to get a hold of themselves.
A muffled cry from the other side of the room gets them back to reality. Kitayama chuckles as he can see both Yokoo and Nikaido seem to be too embarrassed to look at each other.
Kitayama cautiously pulls himself out of Yokoo, making the other one shiver at the loss of contact.
“You weren’t that shy this afternoon, now were you?” Kitayama winks at Nikaido as he stands up and stretches his back.
“Hungry,” he mumbles, “You better clean him and yourself up.”
Without waiting for any response Kitayama leaves the room in order to find something to eat. Nikaido’s mouth opens and shuts down like a fish unable to find the words to give Kitayama’s back a sharp reply.
Yokoo winces a bit as he tries to get up and knows he’ll be sore for the next couple of days. He quickly surveys the mess he and Kitayama made and decides he'd better go over to Nikaido’s futon to clean him up.
“Sorry we woke you up,” he mumbles almost shyly, but Nikaido shakes his head.
“Don’t.”
Yokoo looks into Nikaido’s darkened eyes and walks over to his futon with as much dignity as he can. The situation isn’t that bad, nothing a wetted piece of cloth can’t handle. Yokoo starts cleaning Nikaido again and he shivers as Nikaido's fingers ghost over his back.
“The only thing I regret is I’m not fit enough to fuck you myself.”
Yokoo drops the cloth as if stung by a bee.
“Guess the more reason for me to get well soon. Don’t let me sleep alone tonight, I’ll feel lonely.”
Yokoo wakes up from of his daze.
“Let me take care of myself first.”
He quickly cleans himself up and applies a thick layer of ointment to take the edge of the pain. Just as he wants to put his clothes back on Nikaido orders to leave them off. Normally Yokoo wouldn’t comply so easily, but for some reason he feels the urge to indulge their guest just a little bit.
When Kitayama returns he find them sleeping together, Nikaido’s arms wrapped possessively around Yokoo. He decides it was a good call to bring the wounded man here. They should be able to heal each other, not just the visible wounds but the mental ones too. He turns over the other futon and drops down for some well deserved sleep.
When he wakes up way past noon, he’s alone. He can hear voices outside or better said, he can hear Yokoo’s encouraging voice and Nikaido’s cursing. Exercise is good for the younger one. He turns around to sleep some more, they can do without his help for some more time.
A growling feeling in his stomach wakes Kitayama again. He chuckles as he watches the other two sleeping on the other futon. He decides to try to catch some fish upstream and leaves without making a noise.
The smell of freshly grilled fish wakes Yokoo. He smiles, it’s good to have Kitayama back with him. His skills at obtaining and preparing food outdo his with ease. He gently nudges Nikaido.
“Not yet, Kenpi. Lemme sleep some more.”
Yokoo wonders who this Kenpi is, at least someone close enough to wake him up. He remembers the sad look on Nikaido’s face when he and Kitayama talked about the way he found Nikaido. He shivers, it’s way too similar to his own story. The story when he was driven out of the castle, the story of when he lost his best friend.
The faithful and gentle friend who was always around as long as he can remember. They grew up learning how to fight and how to ride a horse together. The one chosen to be his esquire. The one that always took care of his needs, all of his needs. The one that protected him on that horrible day, the day his world stopped turning…
He can still see Iida, his silly and lazy smile, his determination to give Yokoo a way out, a way to escape and live for revenge. He can feel a tear flow down from the corner of his eye and cries in silence.
He accepts the arms pulling him closer without any resistance and is not surprised as he feels warm tears seep through his clothes. They share their pain without words being said, crying out loud for the first time after fate changed their protected lives.
After a while the shaking of their bodies stop. Yokoo can feel Nikaido pull his head up and the younger man wipes away his tears with affection. Yokoo looks at Nikaido’s face painted with tears and before he knows it, he gently licks the salted traces away.
The closeness they share is intense, but they can feel the relief in their embrace. They kiss for the first time, gently not rushed and with new found love. They can feel the pain in their hearts get a bit less distinct. There’s no need to go any further, they lie back in silence and stare at the ceiling, fingers interlacing as a symbol of their new found bond.
Kitayama yells from the outside to come and have some food before he eats all of it himself. He can sense something is different and smiles to himself, everything seems to be working according to plan.
The smile on Nikaido’s face when he tastes the grilled fish is refreshing and spreads to the other men’s faces. That guy sure needs to learn how to keep his composure, since his emotions seem to leak from his eyes, but there’s still plenty of time. Besides he still has lots of work to do before even considering...
“Guys, I've got to run some errands, so I will be leaving tomorrow at dawn. Remember what I told you about safety. Regain your strength and skills, you can now help each other. There’s enough food to last you for at least 10 days.”
They chitchat for the rest of their dinner, just casual stuff. Nikaido can’t help but notice Kitayama stealing glances at Yokoo, he’s sure he wants to be close with him again. So when he finishes his meal, he politely thanks them and excuses himself that he needs some more rest and he can manage walking to the shed himself.
Yokoo watches him stumble back with a worried look and Kitayama teases him with that.
“With the two of you I just wonder who owns who, just don’t spoil him too much.”
“You’re going back early this time, do I need to be worried?”
“Not at all, there’s still a lot to do, getting all the support we need is hard work. Totsuka is working hard with his men, if we can get the support of the Sanada and Tanaka clans we’ll almost be up to strength. We might be able to move this summer, but I need you, both of you, to be in great condition again, so work him hard.”
Yokoo puts his hand on Kitayama’s shoulder. He’s happy to have such a trustworthy friend.
“Want me to wish you a save and good journey~”
Yokoo’s hand has traveled down and follows the distinct curves of Kitayama’s ass.
“You might, but remember I got to ride a horse for the next couple of days.”
“Let’s go inside, it’s getting cold.”
Yokoo pulls Kitayama’s hand and they walk inside.
“Is he asleep?”
“Yes he is, but I don’t think he would mind watching us.”
“Like hell, I do.”
They both look startled at the now sitting Nikaido and then at each other and laugh.
“You shouldn’t exhaust yourself,” Yokoo teases.
“Don’t worry, I think I have an idea how this might work, loose the clothes.”
“Aren’t you the one supposed to be taking orders?” Nikaido gives Kitayama a pointed look.
“I’m above the law,” Kitayama retorts, making Nikaido’s mouth fall open and Yokoo laugh out loud at the surprised look on Nikaido’s face.
“Now spread your legs for me too, you didn’t mind doing so for Yokoo-san.”
Yokoo catches Nikaido’s next remark with his mouth and his objections soon melt away and he doesn’t mind Kitayama stripping him of his hakama and loincloth. The breathing on his half hardened cock drives him insane, as does Yokoo’s tongue.
His last breach of objections is broken as soon as he can feel Kitayama’s lips close around his cock. He regrets the loss of Yokoo kissing him, but after his brain registers what he whispers in his ear he doesn’t mind any longer and decides to enjoy this one to the fullest.
Kitayama for sure knows what he’s doing using both hands, lips and teeth on him. He’s impressed with the way Kitayama sucks him in with force and then lets his tongue play with the rim on his tip, teeth grazing his sensitive skin occasionally, one hand stroking him, the other playing with his balls.
It’s hard to keep his eyes open, but Nikaido wants to see as Yokoo wets his fingers and shoves two of them up Kitayama’s ass at once. Kitayama growls around Nikaido’s cock, the vibration adding to his pleasure. The way Kitayama’s enjoys Yokoo’s touch clearly translates into the way he sucks on Nikaido.
In fascination Nikaido watches as Yokoo adds another finger, widening Kitayama’s eyes who gently bites down on Nikaido’s cock to muffle his moan. Just as Nikaido’s wonders what it would feel like to have those fingers inside of him, Kitayama rubs his fingers across his hole and Nikaido tenses.
He’s been fucked before, but that’s quite some time ago. But to convey his thanks to the man that has saved his live and with the encouraging words of Yokoo he will give him that pleasure. Kitayama spreads his legs a bit further and the licks his way towards Nikaido’s hole, making the younger one scrabble for anything to hold on to.
This sensation is new for him as he can feel Kitayama’s tongue work his way inside of him as the older man continues to stroke his cock to distract him. Yokoo admires the way Nikaido arches his back and starts pushing back at Kitayama, making him feel a bit jealous.
Soon Nikaido longs for something more and Kitayama replaces his tongue with a finger and shortly after adds another one, curling and scissoring his fingers deeper into Nikaido. All this is too much for Yokoo to bear and he pulls his fingers out of Kitayama and pushes in smoothly.
Kitayama clearly enjoys being filled up completely and Nikaido curses for the lack of attention. Yokoo laughs and pulls out of Kitayama to make it easier for him to enter Nikaido. Kitayama pulls Nikaido’s legs up carefully and lines himself up, just as Kitayama starts pushing into Nikaido, Yokoo claims Kitayama’s ass again, slowly fucking him deeper into Nikaido.
Nikaido feels too stretched at the beginning but slowly the stinging feeling goes away, being replaced by more pleasure with every thrust. Spreading his legs even wider to allow Kitayama to fuck him even deeper makes the oldest man’s rhythm falter a bit, but Yokoo knows his job well and drives down in earnest fucking Nikaido indirectly.
Nikaido wants to touch himself but a sharp ‘no’ by Yokoo makes him grab a hold of Kitayama’s shoulders instead, nails digging in. Kitayama breaths faster and he knows he won’t last much longer and judging from the force and pace Yokoo is pushing into him he won't either.
It doesn’t take long for Kitayama to spill himself deep inside Nikaido and he’s surprised Yokoo even manages to pause and pull him gently out of Nikaido without leaving him. Yokoo pulls Kitayama up by his tights, so he’s leaning just on his forearms, nose close Nikaido’s cock.
“Wet him.”
Kitayama know well enough not to question Yokoo and he tries to coat Nikaido’s cock as best as possible.
With a couple of more trusts Yokoo comes with almost an animalistic growl. He pulls out of Kitayama and rolls him out of the way. Nikaido braces himself to be entered again and closes his eyes.
“Watch me,” Yokoo whispers hoarsely and Nikaido opens his eyes as he can feel Yokoo’s hand on his cock, not stroking him yet. In fascination he watches Yokoo hover above his cock and just as his brain starts to catch on, Yokoo lets himself sink down onto Nikaido’s throbbing cock.
“Fuck,” is all Nikaido can say as Yokoo starts to ride him. The sensation is almost too much to bear. Yokoo’s ass feels tight and warm around his cock and this time he digs his nails into the other man’s ass.
It doesn’t take long for Nikaido to almost pass out when he finally comes, sending his seed deep into Yokoo. He can feel his body tingle from head to toe and doesn’t want to come down from this high.
When he finally allows himself to open his mouth, Yokoo kisses him passionately before he can speak a word. Nikaido kisses back, feeling a closeness he never felt before. When their breathing returns to normal, they simply enjoy being so close.
“Where’s Kitayama?”
“Fast asleep already. Come lets clean up a bit.”
They snuggle up close together again and when they wake up, Kitayama is already gone. The days go by fast. Nikaido’s strength returning bit by bit. He can now walk almost normally and his shoulder is also healing. Time to start their training.
They spend their days improving their fighting skills and going on little hunting trips. The nights they spend in bed fucking each other, experimenting with different positions and switching top and bottom to discover what they like best. Being young has its advantages and there are many nights they go for more rounds when Nikaido’s stamina improves.
By the time summer comes Kitayama has been back and away for quite a few more times. He can see their bodies are healing up properly.
“Time to test, fight me and show your improvement.”
He throws Nikaido a wooden sword and hardly gives him time to pick it up properly. Nikaido has to give it his all not to be defeated right away. Kitayama fights with a double sword technique, making it hard to counter his attacks. In the end Nikaido gets defeated to his own disappointment.
“Your turn, Yokoo-san.”
“Bring it, Mitsu.”
Nikaido is amazed about the speed they wield their swords with and he feels like he’s not at their level yet. He watches their amazing swordsman skills and suddenly feels like Yokoo has been holding back when he trained him.
After a few minutes they decide to call it a draw, but Kitayama kicks Yokoo’s butt.
“Don’t go easy on him, he’s not ready yet. I’ll spend the next two weeks training him. You get our gear ready. We’ll be going after the next full moon.”
Yokoo trembles, the day he’s been waiting for is coming near and Nikaido can feel the tension.
Kitayama’s training is from a whole different level and at the end of every gruesome training day he’s more than happy to let Yokoo massage the tiredness from his body.
After the ninth day he finally manages to land a blow on Kitayama and Yokoo cheers him on.
“Just in time,” Kitayama smiles satisfied.
That night Yokoo brings them the equipment and Nikaido is surprised to see their full battle gear and watches in awe at the family crest on their banner. He suddenly realizes Yokoo's rank as being of one of the retainer clans of the shogun himself. How could he have known, they never told him.
Suddenly Yokoo holds out his equipment. How did they get his battle gear and banner here? How did they even know where to get them to start with.
“Try them on, if they need any adjustments I can fix that for you. The last couple of days we train in full battle gear ”
Kitayama and Yokoo nod approvingly seeing him fully dressed. Yokoo adjusts some straps. Suddenly he looks Nikaido straight in the eye and Nikaido raises an eyebrow.
“I’ll shed my blood with you.”
Nikaido can feel the emotions bubble up from inside of him.
“So will I.”
“Damn, ladies. Don’t make me cry.”
They both turn their annoyance at Kitayama, but he runs away before they can do any harm.
They spend their last days on the mountain training pretty hard. Somehow Kitayama brings up some new battle horses so they can get familiar with them before leaving. Nikaido is amazed Yokoo is also a very skilled archer, he can hit a moving target from over 200 meters while riding his horse.
The final night they make love, knowing it could be their last time close together. Afterwards they just talk, about the past and their lost friends and their hope for a better future, a country without war.
Riding down the mountain on the way to Yokoo’s old family castle more and more men, both on horses and foot accompany them, faces looking grim but determined. Banners and weapons shining brightly in the sun. Nikaido doesn’t recognize all the different banners but he can see quite some powerful clans have joined their battle of justice.
Nikaido feels pretty save with all those men around him until they reach their final destination. Looking at the fortified castle he’s shocked to see the banner of one of the branch families that betrayed his family.
Dressed in pink and his hair in a very unusual hairstyle his tormentor looks down. Nikaido can feel his hate ignite and he wants to move forward, but Yokoo grabs his arm and shakes his head.
To his surprise he can see Kitayama riding closer to the castle. He points his swords towards the striking figure.
“Fujigaya Taisuke, you traitor! Get your fat ass down here and let’s settle things once and for all…”
From kis_my_fic2
Title: Band of Brothers
Pairings/Characters: : Yokoo Wataru-Kitayama Hiromitsu, Yokoo Wataru-Nikaido Takashi, mentions of Yokoo Wataru-Iida Kyohei, Nikaido Takashi-Senga Kento, appearances of other Johnnys
Rating: ranging from PG to NC-17
Warnings: Set in Feudal AU this fic is not just rainbows and sunshine, so be aware of battle and mentions of character death.
Summary: Fate in the form of Kitayama brings Yokoo and Nikaido together, they share the same dark burden but with the help of their savior they might overcome it.
Notes: This might not be the setting you had in mind on your request, but I still hope you like it and I tried to fulfill your request as good as possible. Sorry to have taken a little walk with history in order to write this fic for you. And a huge thank you for my encouraging beta and my cheering squad.
Satisfied, Yokoo overlooks the methodically swept floor of the little shed hidden in the mountains. It's nothing compared to his former home, but for the time being it will do. He needs time to think over what to do next and regain his strength. The way he is now, he's no match to the man who took everything he loved away.
The sun is already setting so he walks outside to cut some wood for a cooking fire. He hopes Kitayama will bring back something good for them to eat, since their stock of food is starting to get low. Just thinking about the muscled little man makes him smile. Most people would classify him as lazy, but Yokoo knows he can entrust the guy with his life.
In fact, he already did and it was Kitayama who saved his ass when he got cornered during the assault. He can't remember much after losing his conscience, just that he woke up in this tiny shed feeling sore all over his body. Kitayama still refuses to tell him what happened, but from the look in his eyes Yokoo knows he should wait until the day the smaller man would tell him out of his own free will.
The rustling of the leaves and sound of the horse alerts him. Yokoo is glad he didn't light the fire yet and he retreats behind the shed, hand on his sword. He remembers Kitayama's worried look when he told him to silently retreat if someone ever came up the mountain, but his warrior heart is too proud to do something as simple as that.
Yokoo relaxes as he recognizes the familiar cursing. The breathing of both Kitayama and the horse sounds labored and Yokoo wonders what they're taking up the mountain. When Kitayama finally leads the horse into the clearing he can see the horse is loaded with provisions and...
"Yokoo-san, get here and give me a hand will you."
Yokoo rushes over and takes over the lead of the horse, eyes growing wide as he can see the dirty face of a sleeping young man slumped over the back of the horse.
"Brought you a gift," Kitayama smiles, pleased, as he wipes the sweat of his face, "a scared little bunny."
Yokoo raises his eyebrow and gives Kitayama a puzzled look.
"Don't worry, I didn't do anything. Just found him left for dead near the side of the road. Now help me get him off the horse."
Yokoo wants to protest but somehow the young man intrigues him. The young man moans as they carefully pick him up and his eyes flash open with a fire that startles Yokoo, but soon look around frantically for anything familiar.
Kitayama chuckles, but immediately hushes the now scared looking guy who in this state really resembles a bunny.
"Ssstt, don't worry... I'm still here... There's nothing to worry about... Don't be scared, you're safe now."
Yokoo freezes for a moment as the words sound way too intense to him, a horrid memory he has stashed away for good, but he gets a hold of himself really quickly while the young man relaxes as soon as he recognizes Kitayama voice. They carefully move him into the shed.
"Hold him," Kitayama commands and he quickly rolls out a futon and gets some blankets.
Yokoo can feel his guest tremble in his arms and instinctively he slowly rocks him back and forth like a little child while he brushes the other's tangled up hair out of his face.
"Don't be scared, we'll take care of you. First we'll get you cleaned up. Ahh, sorry. Are you hungry or thirsty?"
After a while he can see the guy peek at him through his eyelashes.
"Mitsu, you'll better heat up some water for a bath. I'll bet this guy didn't bathe in ages. And get him one of my old sets of clothes."
Kitayama chuckles at the thought of Yokoo wanting to clean the man up before even considering to feed him. But knowing his friend's fondness of cleanliness it actually isn't surprising to him at all. In fact he already has the stuff ready Yokoo asked for. Besides he could use a bath himself too.
"Yokoo-san, I'm outside getting the bath ready. I'll call you as soon as it's ready. Got anything to drink or eat?"
"Got some oolong in the corner and there's some onigiri left. Bring some for ehhh ... what's his name too. Do you know his name?"
"Nope and he hasn't talked to me yet. Maybe he'll tell you. You better give me a massage later, getting all the stuff up the mountain is so tiresome. My muscles ache all over."
Yokoo laughs at the older man.
"Maybe," he answers playfully. But he smiles warmly as he watches the other walk outside.
"Here, have a drink."
Yokoo carefully holds the cup near the stranger’s lips. He laughs at the face the other makes at the bitter taste.
"Drink some more, it's healthy. Wanna have a bite too?"
The guy blinks his eyes.
"Guess that's a yes. Ohh, please forgive me. My name is Yokoo Wataru. Welcome to our home. Please feel welcome to stay as long as you like. The other guy is Kitayama Hiromitsu, but I guess he told you already. He lives here too, but he's traveling around a lot too. He makes sure I have everything I need up here. So, what can I call you?"
Yokoo eyes his guest curiously, who looks away shyly and focuses on the onigiri Yokoo is still holding.
"You want this? Let me say thank you for the food for you if you can't talk."
Yokoo smiles happily as the shy man makes some kind of bow. He's pleased to see he has some kind of manners.
"Here, can you hold it yourself or do you want me to help you? Don't worry. I'll help you."
Yokoo carefully breaks the rice ball into smaller pieces and holds a little piece in front of the young man's interestingly shaped lips, almost catlike just like his eyes. After eying the piece suspiciously the young man's hunger wins from his fears and he allows himself to be fed.
Almost shyly at first, but almost eagerly later the young man lets himself be fed. Yokoo smiles warmly.
"Careful, don't overdo it or you'll get a stomach ache."
There's that look again. Yokoo holds his breath as the other grabs his hand and quickly eats the last piece sloppy enough that his lips touch Yokoo's fingers. Without thinking he licks the remaining grains of rice from Yokoo's fingers and then like someone just turns over a switch reverts to his formerly shy self.
Yokoo raises an eyebrow, but knows better than to say something. Instead he just pets the other's head a few times. He's sure his heart just missed a few beats and he can feel an odd tingly feeling in his belly. He shakes his head to regain his posture.
"Now let us get you cleaned up. I'll bet Mitsu has your bath ready by now."
With ease Yokoo rises to his feet and carries the young man outside and goes behind the shed. It's nothing much, but he and Kitayama have created some kind of bathing area with a tub. He can see his friend has already filled up the bath and he even has some clean clothes lying neatly in a stack.
"Come, now try standing up a bit so I can get you out of these clothes."
Almost unwillingly the young man tries to stand on his own, but almost immediately sinks through his knees, but Yokoo's grip is strong.
"Mitsu, give me a hand, will you."
Kitayama steps around the corner holding a bucket of water for the horse. After heating up the bath water he has taken care of the tired horse and put their provisions where they should be save from uninvited little guests. Food is one of his religions, so there's no way he'd leave it out to be eaten by mice and other rodents.
"Ahh, time to wash Bunny-chan."
"Excuse me?" Yokoo stares at Kitayama, surprised by the name he has given the young man, but somehow it seems to fit him.
"Well, we gotta call him something. Want me to get the washing stool? And you better strip down yourself too, your clothes are getting dirty already."
Yokoo hands over his load and quickly strips and folds his clothes. Kitayama chuckles knowing Yokoo will wash all of their clothes after, so he sees no need to fold them properly before. But he knows Yokoo is a traditional kind of guy, he does things properly. He eyes Yokoo's lean body and admires the long limbs, he can't help licking his lips and gets smacked on the head before he even realizes.
"Oi, not now."
Kitayama laughs, he knows he'll gets what he wants later. It has been a while since he went on his food run.
"Get his clothes off, but carefully. He has some wounds and bruises. He got cut on his left shoulder and right leg. Took care of those, but they still need to heal up properly."
Yokoo eyes their guest a bit worried and wonders what happened to him. Carefully he starts to remove the layers of clothes, even though they are dirty and bloodstained he can see these are high quality clothes. He shivers as he can feel Kitayama's lips gently brush his shoulder.
"Behave, will you."
"But I missed doing this."
"Patience, I'll help you wash up later."
Yokoo can't help laughing at the almost childlike smile that lights up his smaller friend's face. He has missed being close together too, but right now they have something else to finish first. Suddenly his eye falls on a stained family crest, almost too faint to see. His heart almost skips a beat. There’s no way…
"Did you kno…?” Yokoo looks at Kitayama almost in shock, but the older one interrupts him.
“Remember? Found him left for dead near the road, like I told you before. I have no idea what happened to him. Nothing there that could tell me anything about his identity.”
Yokoo mumbles the name a few more times as if that would make him understand. The Nikaido clan is a both feared and respected retainer clan that rules from Gifu Castle. An impressive name and it would explain the expensive fabric. Their only son should be around the age of the man Kitayama just brought up the mountain… Yokoo shoots Kitayama a worried look.
“Where did you find him? You know he might be their heir. Did anyone see you?”
“Don’t worry. I’ve erased our tracks on all crucial parts of the journey. I’m going to cook us some dinner, now clean that guy up.”
Yokoo supports the tired young man who now has a family name to the washing stool and helps him sit down. He wets the cloth and starts to wash him.
“I’ll be carefull. Your clothes, there’s a family crest… Are you?”
Nikaido opens an eye and gives Yokoo an unimpressed look. Not that Yokoo is, his social status is higher but he takes that as a yes.
He can see Nikaido is, apart from his wounds and bruises, a fit young man. His body is well trained and when Yokoo washes the younger man’s hands he admires the manicure and the almost aristocratically long fingers. The calluses are similar to his own and Yokoo is now sure Nikaido grew up in the same kind of environment he did. Yokoo can feel the long scar on his back tingle, but he forces the memories from his brain.
By now he has cleaned most parts of Nikaido’s body, except for his private parts. He coughs to get the younger one’s attention, but Nikaido doesn’t seem bothered at all if Yokoo would wash him completely. Yokoo laughs inwardly, he must be a spoiled young master. And it’s not that he never washed or touched another man in that area.
Nikaido obviously has been washed before and he even spreads his legs to give Yokoo better access. Well if he doesn’t mind, Yokoo will not either and he starts cleaning the younger one thoroughly, he just did not expect the other to get a hard on and obviously like this treatment a bit more than he should.
He blushes as Nikaido moans in pleasure and for a moment he’s not sure what to do. Just as he wants to retract his hand a surprisingly strong grip stops him.
“Finish what you’ve started.”
It sounds almost sounds like an order and when Yokoo looks up, he’s surprised by the forceful eyes and feels likes he’s being drawn into them. It’s like he doesn’t control his own body anymore and he moves his hand up and down, feeling Nikaido getting harder.
Unlike Nikaido Yokoo feels a bit awkward and guilty, since the other one still isn’t in the best condition. But the warmth of Nikaido’s come together with a surprising bite in his shoulder get him back to reality. Yokoo yelps and gives Nikaido another look. The smug look on his face makes him want to scold him, but he doesn’t want to make any more commotion that could draw Kitayama’s attention.
Yokoo quickly cleans Nikaido up again and rinses him off and then helps him into the tub. Then he washes and rinses himself. The tub is large enough to hold two men so he steps in without thinking and he’s not surprised when Nikaido turns around and leans against his chest, obviously tired.
“Just don’t fall asleep.”
The warm water makes him drowsy himself so after a while Yokoo pokes Nikaido.
“Time to get out, come on. Mitsu, help me please?”
Kitayama walks around the corner and helps Nikaido out of the tub. Yokoo quickly dries him off with an old but clean sheet.
“Bring him back to the shed. I’ll take care of his wounds there.”
Kitayama chuckles, he did notice the faint teeth marks on Yokoo’s shoulder. With ease he picks the now wrapped Nikaido up.
“Come on, you wild one. What did you do to poor Yokoo-san?”
But Nikaido refuses to answer him, a little smile refusing to be hidden at the corner of his mouth not getting unnoticed by Kitayama.
Kitayama sets Nikaido down on the rolled out futon.
“Now wait for Yokoo-san, he’ll treat your wounds and helps you dress. I’m in need for a bath myself. We’ll eat later.”
Without waiting for an answer Kitayama leaves. Nikaido lets his hand feel the softness of the futon and bed cover. The flooring consists of tatami mats and he suspects the other men to be of better descent then the outside of the little shed gives away. The fact they have a warrior class horse and weaponry only supports that thought.
He might have been hurt but his survival skills are still strong. Being hurt only gives him the opportunity to watch his surroundings and them while pretending to be too wounded and tired to be even paying them any attention. He will continue this play until he’s recovered enough to get back and revenge his family and friends.
He watches the taller one referred to as Yokoo-san enter the room. Even though he’s dressed simple his posture is all too familiar and he suspects him to be a young successor himself. He wonders about the large scar on his back.
The one who rescued him seems to be like his faithful right hand. His swordsmanship is well above average, the way he handles the double sword is making up for his lack of height. Nikaido wonders why Kitayama lied about the way he found him.
He lets Yokoo help him up. The cool ointment feels good on his wounds. Nikaido decides he really likes the man and the way his fingers feel on his skin. Yokoo carefully wraps the cuts on Nikaido’s shoulder and leg with strips of cotton. Then he helps him dress in similar clothes and admires his work. Nikaido can feel himself getting a bit shy and looks away, acting tired.
“Looking good, now let’s see what that glutton made us.”
As if on cue a refreshed Kitayama enters the room and he quickly provides them with a simple meal of hot rice, miso and some meat and vegetables. Nikaido eyes the vegetables suspiciously.
“They won’t kill you. Eat them and regain your strength.”
Nikaido scowls, but Yokoo gives him a stern look.
“Don’t act spoiled, be thankful you’re safe and you can have such a meal.”
Nikaido wants to retort with something smart, but before he can Yokoo quickly stuffs his mouth with some meat. The taste spreads over his tongue and he eagerly tries to swallow, almost choking.
Kitayama chuckles.
“Don’t kill your new friend, Yokoo-san.”
Kitayama receives cold stares from both men and can’t help laughing out loud.
“Already ganging up on me? Better tune it down a bit, both of you should be more than thankful I saved your sorry asses. Now quit staring and enjoy my cooking.”
Yokoo and Nikaido look at each other and decide eating is the best option for now. Besides, the food tastes way too good to be wasted. After dinner Kitayama excuses himself to take care of their equipment and weaponry and Nikaido’s hand travels to his obi, missing the familiar feel of his sword. He wonders where his treasured swords are.
“Don’t worry,” Kitayama smiles, “I managed to recover those, but they need some work.”
Nikaido’s face shows his relief and Yokoo gently taps his leg.
“Rest some more, I’m going to clean up. We’ll drink some tea later.”
Nikaido feels a bit lonely after both men leave the shed and his mind begins to wander. He can remember being ambushed and his esquire and best friend Senga fighting like a mad man. He can still hear his voice ring in his ear, “Save the young master, protect him with your life!”
He wonders where Senga is and hopes he’s still alive somehow. The attackers had driven them apart. The other men that had accompanied them were fighting with their all, but they didn’t have much of a chance being greatly outnumbered.
Yokoo can feel his heart break watching the pained and worried expression on Nikaido’s face. He sits down next to him and hands him a cup of tea.
“Here, drink up. There’s nothing you can do now in this state other than to heal up and regain your strength.”
Nikaido’s unable to hide his true feelings, but he knows in his heart Yokoo is right. He just hopes Senga was able to escape and get back to the castle for help.
Yokoo sits down next to him, sensing he needs some company. He gently caresses Nikaido’s knee.
Nikaido wonders what warms him up more, the tea or this tiny gesture of affection.
It doesn’t take long for him to get tired and on instinct he nest himself against Yokoo, resting his head in his lap. Yokoo pulls the cover over Nikaido and gently caresses his hair until he falls asleep. He watches the younger man sleep peacefully.
“Is he asleep?” Kitayama walks in and stretches his back. Cleaning and fixing their weapons was tiring, but an essential need. He’s seen where not taking proper care of your weapons can lead to.
Yokoo nods and quietly retreats from the futon Nikaido is sleeping on. He gets up to get their spare futon but is interrupted by Kitayama who pulls him closer. Yokoo turns around to greet his friend properly, but is almost pushed back by the force Kitayama uses to attack his lips.
It has been awhile since they were together so Yokoo eagerly replies, their kisses almost sloppy as they fight for dominance, hands pulling clothes out of the way. Somehow they manage to make it to the spare futon that’s not properly laid out but for once Yokoo doesn’t care.
All he cares for is Kitayama’s hands on him, but for some reason the older one doesn’t touch him where he wants it most. Yokoo tries to pin Kitayama down, but ends up on his stomach with Kitayama on top of him. He can feel Kitayama’s erection press against his back.
Yokoo spreads his legs and he can feel Kitayama move between them. After all the time they have been apart he knows well enough they shouldn’t rush it, but he almost doesn’t care. Kitayama nibbles on Yokoo’s ear.
“Missed me that much~”
“Stop teasing, you lazy ass.”
“You’re ahead of me.”
Yokoo tries to look back, puzzled how Kitayama would know. Kitayama’s tongue traces the faint bite mark on Yokoo’s shoulder.
“Guess you gave someone a thorough washing~”
“You old pervert. Just washed the guy and well, he’s young and probably didn’t get any relief for a whi…”
Kitayama chuckles between kissing, sucking and biting the pale skin of Yokoo’s neck.
“Just teasing, you’re too much of a gentleman to take advantage of a wounded man~”
Yokoo growls but is pinned down well enough to be helpless, not that the treatment Kitayama is giving him is helpful. Too proud to admit defeat, he swears inwardly to get the smaller man back if given the half chance.
“So that means I can fuck you this time?”
Kitayama doesn’t wait for a verbal answer. The way Yokoo’s body reacts to his touches, he already has his answer. He holds his fingers in front of Yokoo’s mouth.
“Suck.”
Yokoo eagerly does, sucking noises filling the room. Kitayama rubs his hardened dick against Yokoo’s ass and enjoys the way the other is giving himself over to him bit by bit. He pulls his fingers back from Yokoo’s mouth and gently taps his ass.
“On your knees.”
Without hesitation Yokoo follows the order and shivers as Kitayama’s fingers trail over his ass closer and closer to the spot he wants to be touched the most. He tenses when Kitayama pushes a finger in, but relaxes as Kitayama whispers soothing words into his ear.
Yokoo moans as Kitayama pushes in a second finger and starts opening him up in earnest. It doesn’t take long for Yokoo’s body to get used to the intrusion and soon he’s pushing himself back onto Kitayama’s fingers, willing to be filled up if even for one more millimeter.
Knowing the limitations of the length of his fingers Kitayama adds another finger to give Yokoo what he wants. Soon even that isn’t enough and Kitayama wets his free hand to coat his dick with saliva and give it some strokes.
He retrieves his fingers from Yokoo’s ass and steadies his hips, lining himself perfectly up with Yokoo’s hole, just pushing his dick against it. Yokoo almost whines as he tries to push himself onto Kitayama’s dick.
“You want me so bad?” Kitayama enjoys seeing the normally so well controlled Yokoo breaking character so he holds back as long as possible. By now he can feel his own urge for relief coming to its limitations and without warning he pushes in as far as possible, filling Yokoo almost completely in one thrust.
Yokoo cries out loud enough to wake Nikaido. The wounded man holds his breath as his eyes register the scene in front of his eyes. The silver moonlight accenting the outlines of the other males in a heated dance of passion.
Kitayama digs his fingers into Yokoo’s hips to guide his movements and with every thrust he pushes them higher, accelerating their breathing to the point of no return, Yokoo’s almost begging noises feeding his feeling of power over him.
Kitayama shifts his angle and the way Yokoo moans lets him know he hit home, still the taller man refuses to beg Kitayama to touch him.
Nikaido is almost afraid to even breath. The scene in front of his eyes is almost too much to bear. He’s not a virgin himself and he had many others before, but he had never been forced to watch without the others knowing he was. He touches himself and tries not to make a noise.
Nikaido didn’t expect the smaller man to be the one to top, but the way he does neither Yokoo nor he himself have any reason to complain. By now Kitayama is fucking Yokoo in such a rhythm that both of them won't be able to last much longer.
Not waiting any longer Kitayama grabs around and starts stroking Yokoo in the same pace he’s fucking him. The change of angle makes Yokoo fall apart in seconds and he comes with a loud wail as Kitayama hits him just in the right spot for the umpteenth time. A few more sharp thrusts is all Kitayama needs to follow and they collapse in a pile, trying to get a hold of themselves.
A muffled cry from the other side of the room gets them back to reality. Kitayama chuckles as he can see both Yokoo and Nikaido seem to be too embarrassed to look at each other.
Kitayama cautiously pulls himself out of Yokoo, making the other one shiver at the loss of contact.
“You weren’t that shy this afternoon, now were you?” Kitayama winks at Nikaido as he stands up and stretches his back.
“Hungry,” he mumbles, “You better clean him and yourself up.”
Without waiting for any response Kitayama leaves the room in order to find something to eat. Nikaido’s mouth opens and shuts down like a fish unable to find the words to give Kitayama’s back a sharp reply.
Yokoo winces a bit as he tries to get up and knows he’ll be sore for the next couple of days. He quickly surveys the mess he and Kitayama made and decides he'd better go over to Nikaido’s futon to clean him up.
“Sorry we woke you up,” he mumbles almost shyly, but Nikaido shakes his head.
“Don’t.”
Yokoo looks into Nikaido’s darkened eyes and walks over to his futon with as much dignity as he can. The situation isn’t that bad, nothing a wetted piece of cloth can’t handle. Yokoo starts cleaning Nikaido again and he shivers as Nikaido's fingers ghost over his back.
“The only thing I regret is I’m not fit enough to fuck you myself.”
Yokoo drops the cloth as if stung by a bee.
“Guess the more reason for me to get well soon. Don’t let me sleep alone tonight, I’ll feel lonely.”
Yokoo wakes up from of his daze.
“Let me take care of myself first.”
He quickly cleans himself up and applies a thick layer of ointment to take the edge of the pain. Just as he wants to put his clothes back on Nikaido orders to leave them off. Normally Yokoo wouldn’t comply so easily, but for some reason he feels the urge to indulge their guest just a little bit.
When Kitayama returns he find them sleeping together, Nikaido’s arms wrapped possessively around Yokoo. He decides it was a good call to bring the wounded man here. They should be able to heal each other, not just the visible wounds but the mental ones too. He turns over the other futon and drops down for some well deserved sleep.
When he wakes up way past noon, he’s alone. He can hear voices outside or better said, he can hear Yokoo’s encouraging voice and Nikaido’s cursing. Exercise is good for the younger one. He turns around to sleep some more, they can do without his help for some more time.
A growling feeling in his stomach wakes Kitayama again. He chuckles as he watches the other two sleeping on the other futon. He decides to try to catch some fish upstream and leaves without making a noise.
The smell of freshly grilled fish wakes Yokoo. He smiles, it’s good to have Kitayama back with him. His skills at obtaining and preparing food outdo his with ease. He gently nudges Nikaido.
“Not yet, Kenpi. Lemme sleep some more.”
Yokoo wonders who this Kenpi is, at least someone close enough to wake him up. He remembers the sad look on Nikaido’s face when he and Kitayama talked about the way he found Nikaido. He shivers, it’s way too similar to his own story. The story when he was driven out of the castle, the story of when he lost his best friend.
The faithful and gentle friend who was always around as long as he can remember. They grew up learning how to fight and how to ride a horse together. The one chosen to be his esquire. The one that always took care of his needs, all of his needs. The one that protected him on that horrible day, the day his world stopped turning…
He can still see Iida, his silly and lazy smile, his determination to give Yokoo a way out, a way to escape and live for revenge. He can feel a tear flow down from the corner of his eye and cries in silence.
He accepts the arms pulling him closer without any resistance and is not surprised as he feels warm tears seep through his clothes. They share their pain without words being said, crying out loud for the first time after fate changed their protected lives.
After a while the shaking of their bodies stop. Yokoo can feel Nikaido pull his head up and the younger man wipes away his tears with affection. Yokoo looks at Nikaido’s face painted with tears and before he knows it, he gently licks the salted traces away.
The closeness they share is intense, but they can feel the relief in their embrace. They kiss for the first time, gently not rushed and with new found love. They can feel the pain in their hearts get a bit less distinct. There’s no need to go any further, they lie back in silence and stare at the ceiling, fingers interlacing as a symbol of their new found bond.
Kitayama yells from the outside to come and have some food before he eats all of it himself. He can sense something is different and smiles to himself, everything seems to be working according to plan.
The smile on Nikaido’s face when he tastes the grilled fish is refreshing and spreads to the other men’s faces. That guy sure needs to learn how to keep his composure, since his emotions seem to leak from his eyes, but there’s still plenty of time. Besides he still has lots of work to do before even considering...
“Guys, I've got to run some errands, so I will be leaving tomorrow at dawn. Remember what I told you about safety. Regain your strength and skills, you can now help each other. There’s enough food to last you for at least 10 days.”
They chitchat for the rest of their dinner, just casual stuff. Nikaido can’t help but notice Kitayama stealing glances at Yokoo, he’s sure he wants to be close with him again. So when he finishes his meal, he politely thanks them and excuses himself that he needs some more rest and he can manage walking to the shed himself.
Yokoo watches him stumble back with a worried look and Kitayama teases him with that.
“With the two of you I just wonder who owns who, just don’t spoil him too much.”
“You’re going back early this time, do I need to be worried?”
“Not at all, there’s still a lot to do, getting all the support we need is hard work. Totsuka is working hard with his men, if we can get the support of the Sanada and Tanaka clans we’ll almost be up to strength. We might be able to move this summer, but I need you, both of you, to be in great condition again, so work him hard.”
Yokoo puts his hand on Kitayama’s shoulder. He’s happy to have such a trustworthy friend.
“Want me to wish you a save and good journey~”
Yokoo’s hand has traveled down and follows the distinct curves of Kitayama’s ass.
“You might, but remember I got to ride a horse for the next couple of days.”
“Let’s go inside, it’s getting cold.”
Yokoo pulls Kitayama’s hand and they walk inside.
“Is he asleep?”
“Yes he is, but I don’t think he would mind watching us.”
“Like hell, I do.”
They both look startled at the now sitting Nikaido and then at each other and laugh.
“You shouldn’t exhaust yourself,” Yokoo teases.
“Don’t worry, I think I have an idea how this might work, loose the clothes.”
“Aren’t you the one supposed to be taking orders?” Nikaido gives Kitayama a pointed look.
“I’m above the law,” Kitayama retorts, making Nikaido’s mouth fall open and Yokoo laugh out loud at the surprised look on Nikaido’s face.
“Now spread your legs for me too, you didn’t mind doing so for Yokoo-san.”
Yokoo catches Nikaido’s next remark with his mouth and his objections soon melt away and he doesn’t mind Kitayama stripping him of his hakama and loincloth. The breathing on his half hardened cock drives him insane, as does Yokoo’s tongue.
His last breach of objections is broken as soon as he can feel Kitayama’s lips close around his cock. He regrets the loss of Yokoo kissing him, but after his brain registers what he whispers in his ear he doesn’t mind any longer and decides to enjoy this one to the fullest.
Kitayama for sure knows what he’s doing using both hands, lips and teeth on him. He’s impressed with the way Kitayama sucks him in with force and then lets his tongue play with the rim on his tip, teeth grazing his sensitive skin occasionally, one hand stroking him, the other playing with his balls.
It’s hard to keep his eyes open, but Nikaido wants to see as Yokoo wets his fingers and shoves two of them up Kitayama’s ass at once. Kitayama growls around Nikaido’s cock, the vibration adding to his pleasure. The way Kitayama’s enjoys Yokoo’s touch clearly translates into the way he sucks on Nikaido.
In fascination Nikaido watches as Yokoo adds another finger, widening Kitayama’s eyes who gently bites down on Nikaido’s cock to muffle his moan. Just as Nikaido’s wonders what it would feel like to have those fingers inside of him, Kitayama rubs his fingers across his hole and Nikaido tenses.
He’s been fucked before, but that’s quite some time ago. But to convey his thanks to the man that has saved his live and with the encouraging words of Yokoo he will give him that pleasure. Kitayama spreads his legs a bit further and the licks his way towards Nikaido’s hole, making the younger one scrabble for anything to hold on to.
This sensation is new for him as he can feel Kitayama’s tongue work his way inside of him as the older man continues to stroke his cock to distract him. Yokoo admires the way Nikaido arches his back and starts pushing back at Kitayama, making him feel a bit jealous.
Soon Nikaido longs for something more and Kitayama replaces his tongue with a finger and shortly after adds another one, curling and scissoring his fingers deeper into Nikaido. All this is too much for Yokoo to bear and he pulls his fingers out of Kitayama and pushes in smoothly.
Kitayama clearly enjoys being filled up completely and Nikaido curses for the lack of attention. Yokoo laughs and pulls out of Kitayama to make it easier for him to enter Nikaido. Kitayama pulls Nikaido’s legs up carefully and lines himself up, just as Kitayama starts pushing into Nikaido, Yokoo claims Kitayama’s ass again, slowly fucking him deeper into Nikaido.
Nikaido feels too stretched at the beginning but slowly the stinging feeling goes away, being replaced by more pleasure with every thrust. Spreading his legs even wider to allow Kitayama to fuck him even deeper makes the oldest man’s rhythm falter a bit, but Yokoo knows his job well and drives down in earnest fucking Nikaido indirectly.
Nikaido wants to touch himself but a sharp ‘no’ by Yokoo makes him grab a hold of Kitayama’s shoulders instead, nails digging in. Kitayama breaths faster and he knows he won’t last much longer and judging from the force and pace Yokoo is pushing into him he won't either.
It doesn’t take long for Kitayama to spill himself deep inside Nikaido and he’s surprised Yokoo even manages to pause and pull him gently out of Nikaido without leaving him. Yokoo pulls Kitayama up by his tights, so he’s leaning just on his forearms, nose close Nikaido’s cock.
“Wet him.”
Kitayama know well enough not to question Yokoo and he tries to coat Nikaido’s cock as best as possible.
With a couple of more trusts Yokoo comes with almost an animalistic growl. He pulls out of Kitayama and rolls him out of the way. Nikaido braces himself to be entered again and closes his eyes.
“Watch me,” Yokoo whispers hoarsely and Nikaido opens his eyes as he can feel Yokoo’s hand on his cock, not stroking him yet. In fascination he watches Yokoo hover above his cock and just as his brain starts to catch on, Yokoo lets himself sink down onto Nikaido’s throbbing cock.
“Fuck,” is all Nikaido can say as Yokoo starts to ride him. The sensation is almost too much to bear. Yokoo’s ass feels tight and warm around his cock and this time he digs his nails into the other man’s ass.
It doesn’t take long for Nikaido to almost pass out when he finally comes, sending his seed deep into Yokoo. He can feel his body tingle from head to toe and doesn’t want to come down from this high.
When he finally allows himself to open his mouth, Yokoo kisses him passionately before he can speak a word. Nikaido kisses back, feeling a closeness he never felt before. When their breathing returns to normal, they simply enjoy being so close.
“Where’s Kitayama?”
“Fast asleep already. Come lets clean up a bit.”
They snuggle up close together again and when they wake up, Kitayama is already gone. The days go by fast. Nikaido’s strength returning bit by bit. He can now walk almost normally and his shoulder is also healing. Time to start their training.
They spend their days improving their fighting skills and going on little hunting trips. The nights they spend in bed fucking each other, experimenting with different positions and switching top and bottom to discover what they like best. Being young has its advantages and there are many nights they go for more rounds when Nikaido’s stamina improves.
By the time summer comes Kitayama has been back and away for quite a few more times. He can see their bodies are healing up properly.
“Time to test, fight me and show your improvement.”
He throws Nikaido a wooden sword and hardly gives him time to pick it up properly. Nikaido has to give it his all not to be defeated right away. Kitayama fights with a double sword technique, making it hard to counter his attacks. In the end Nikaido gets defeated to his own disappointment.
“Your turn, Yokoo-san.”
“Bring it, Mitsu.”
Nikaido is amazed about the speed they wield their swords with and he feels like he’s not at their level yet. He watches their amazing swordsman skills and suddenly feels like Yokoo has been holding back when he trained him.
After a few minutes they decide to call it a draw, but Kitayama kicks Yokoo’s butt.
“Don’t go easy on him, he’s not ready yet. I’ll spend the next two weeks training him. You get our gear ready. We’ll be going after the next full moon.”
Yokoo trembles, the day he’s been waiting for is coming near and Nikaido can feel the tension.
Kitayama’s training is from a whole different level and at the end of every gruesome training day he’s more than happy to let Yokoo massage the tiredness from his body.
After the ninth day he finally manages to land a blow on Kitayama and Yokoo cheers him on.
“Just in time,” Kitayama smiles satisfied.
That night Yokoo brings them the equipment and Nikaido is surprised to see their full battle gear and watches in awe at the family crest on their banner. He suddenly realizes Yokoo's rank as being of one of the retainer clans of the shogun himself. How could he have known, they never told him.
Suddenly Yokoo holds out his equipment. How did they get his battle gear and banner here? How did they even know where to get them to start with.
“Try them on, if they need any adjustments I can fix that for you. The last couple of days we train in full battle gear ”
Kitayama and Yokoo nod approvingly seeing him fully dressed. Yokoo adjusts some straps. Suddenly he looks Nikaido straight in the eye and Nikaido raises an eyebrow.
“I’ll shed my blood with you.”
Nikaido can feel the emotions bubble up from inside of him.
“So will I.”
“Damn, ladies. Don’t make me cry.”
They both turn their annoyance at Kitayama, but he runs away before they can do any harm.
They spend their last days on the mountain training pretty hard. Somehow Kitayama brings up some new battle horses so they can get familiar with them before leaving. Nikaido is amazed Yokoo is also a very skilled archer, he can hit a moving target from over 200 meters while riding his horse.
The final night they make love, knowing it could be their last time close together. Afterwards they just talk, about the past and their lost friends and their hope for a better future, a country without war.
Riding down the mountain on the way to Yokoo’s old family castle more and more men, both on horses and foot accompany them, faces looking grim but determined. Banners and weapons shining brightly in the sun. Nikaido doesn’t recognize all the different banners but he can see quite some powerful clans have joined their battle of justice.
Nikaido feels pretty save with all those men around him until they reach their final destination. Looking at the fortified castle he’s shocked to see the banner of one of the branch families that betrayed his family.
Dressed in pink and his hair in a very unusual hairstyle his tormentor looks down. Nikaido can feel his hate ignite and he wants to move forward, but Yokoo grabs his arm and shakes his head.
To his surprise he can see Kitayama riding closer to the castle. He points his swords towards the striking figure.
“Fujigaya Taisuke, you traitor! Get your fat ass down here and let’s settle things once and for all…”