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Chapter List
- 1-Deceit of an Angel
- 2-The Aftermath of Battle
- 1
- 2
Deceit of an
Angel.�

A long
anticipated update, judging by the wonderful reviews I�ve received from the
first chapter alone!� I�m sorry I took so long to get the next instalment up.�
I�ve been away from my keyboard for very personal reasons.� But hopefully
that�s all behind me now, and I can get back to doing what I love most of all.
As a little
treat to make up for this, I�ll add some yummy explicit Keiji and Ranmaru Yaoi
for you.� No Mitsuhide and Yukimura though, I�m deliberately torturing
you with that particularly yummy pairing!

Well, as can be
expected, this second chapter will be rated ADULT just like the first.� In this
case, the rating is essential because of some extremely EXPLICIT sex scenes,
all of which are completely YAOI.� I don�t think it likely if even possible
that a reader has come across this chapter and doesn�t know what� this means,
but just in case, this is for the novices:
Yaoi means
man on man, boy on boy, male on male.� Yes that�s right, two males, in this
case both of them consenting, having an erotic experience without involving a
female at ANY point!� Ye Gods, what kind of monster am I?� If you are under
eighteen, or over eighteen and of a�sensitive disposition, I would advise that
you sod off before your mum/dad/elderly grandparent/guardian/conscience/other
catches you.

Incidentally,
I do not own any of the characters in this fic, with exception to Rika and
Nagasada Mori.� However, Nagasada Mori is in fact the birth name of much adored
prettyboy, Ranmaru Mori.� He and all the other characters belong to Koei in
design, and are genuine figures of Japanese history.� The character Akakuro
mentioned in this chapter belongs to my friend Dragon-sama, and his design is
almost completely Square Enix.� Akakuro was
greatly inspired by Abel Nox from Star Ocean.� Check google if you really can�t
sleep without knowing.� The character Akakuro, as I said, was created by my
friend Dragon-sama.� I am using him with her very kind permission.� This
storyline has sod all to do with Japanese history and not much more to do with
the storylines in the games.� It�s completely a product of my twisted and
overly used imagination.�

I�m dedicating
this chapter, like the first, to Melanie and Dragon-sama, who have been very
good and supportive friends to me over the past year.� Thanks ladies

Chapter Two:
The Aftermath of Battle.

Yukimura finally woke some time in the
late morning.� At first he had no idea where he was, and in his half-sleeping
state he did not remember the previous day as he looked for Shingen in the
dimly lit cell.� However reality was not kind enough to let this blissful time
last long, and Yukimura began to sob again as he remembered the grim reality
that Shingen, his lord and his love, had been slain, and that he was a prisoner
of the Oda.
He remembered
being dragged before Nobunaga, with his cold, uncaring eyes, at the end of that
dreadful battle.� He remembered the giant, Keiji Maeda, smirking cruelly at
Yukimura�s heartbroken form.� He vividly remembered Ranmaru Mori, whose
beautiful voice mercilessly threatened to seal his fate to tortures
unimaginable, until�
�Mitsuhide�
The chivalrous
general had actually stood in front of his lover and defended a prisoner!� He
could remember the cold flare of anger flashing in Ranmaru�s deep blue eyes,
and had actually worried that the two would fight.� He remembered them both
looking at him, mixing Mitsuhide�s kindness with Ranmaru�s contempt, and the
demon lord himself agreed with Mitsuhide!� As he was carried away to his
cell he caught sight of Ranmaru glowering after Mitsuhide, trembling with fury.
It won�t be
like that now.� He found himself thinking.� How
anyone could stay angry with someone as sweet as Mitsuhide�
He jumped, and
rubbed his tired eyes as though they had made the thought happen.
�As sweet as
Mitsuhide�� He murmured.
The only other
person he had thought of as sweet had been Shingen�

Mitsuhide sighed
and opened his red-rimmed eyes.� Sleep, it seemed, had abandoned him as well.
He�d spent the
night crying, long after his pillow had been soaked with his salty tears.� Why
had Ranmaru left him?� What had he done, or rather, what hadn�t he done, that
had made his beloved tire of him?� What had he seen in Keiji Maeda, a known
violent obsessive?� Surely the whole Magoichi incident, which had resulted in
his elder brother�s death, had been enough to make Ranmaru steer well away from
the wild giant?
Evidently not,
judging from the letter Ranmaru had left behind.
He reluctantly
sat up, and padded across the room to a washbasin and mirror.� The vision as he
looked into the highly decorated oval was frightful.� At least he didn�t wear
make-up, as Ranmaru tended to, or he would have looked a lot�
He frowned as he
looked across at Ranmaru�s ridiculously lavish dressing table.� The extensive
collection of pots, brushes and bottles that made up Ranmaru�s cosmetic
collection was undisturbed and, more importantly, all there.� Ranmaru wouldn�t
be seen dead without his precious cosmetics!� He couldn�t possibly have left!
With a laugh
Mitsuhide splashed his face with cold water and went to get dressed.� Ranmaru
was probably staying with one of his brothers, and Mitsuhide knew the exact
person who would know�

Nagasada Mori,
Ranmaru�s lesser-known twin, finished combing his long black hair and began to
braid it from the base of his neck.
He was a lot
more understated than his brother, although they looked the same.� It probably
had a lot to do with the fact that Nagasada was unable to speak, and never had
been.� This disability had initially led people to believe that he was
backward.� He was determined to prove that this wasn�t true, and had immersed
himself in study.� With Ranmaru�s help he had quickly proven his doubters
wrong, and was now considered an equal to Mitsunari Ishida, the cultured,
chivalrous, intelligent, soft-spoken, gorgeous�
Nagasada blushed
at his own thoughts.� After working with Mitsunari for nearly three years he
had been powerless to resist falling for him.� He�d been so kind and had even
made an effort to learn sign language so that the two could talk.� He had never
treated Nagasada as anything less than an equal, and only his parents and
Ranmaru had done that before.� He even insisted that officers addressed him
when they discussed strategy, as many of the men tended to ignore the mute
strategist.� He�d loved the flame-haired man for that, not to mention for his
smile!� They had become great friends, as close as friends could ever hope to
be, but still every night Nagasada prayed endlessly that they could get that
little bit closer�
A knock at his
door jolted the boy from his private daydream, dusting down his ebony silk
robes as he stood, he slid the door open and sighed with relief upon seeing
Mitsuhide.
Mitsuhide-sama,
how good to see you. He signed.� I have been so
worried about you all night.
As he expected,
Mitsuhide�s shoulders slumped in defeat.
�So Ranmaru
really has left.�� He croaked, letting Nagasada lead him into the bright room
and into a chair.� �When did he tell you?�
Last night,
just before he and Keiji left. Nagasada, unable to
lie, admitted.� I wanted to tell you about their affair, Mitsuhide.� I told
Ranmaru that it was not fair on either of you to keep such a secret.� But you
know Ranmaru.� Even when what he wants from you is wrong it is impossible to
refuse him.
Mitsuhide
nodded.� �How long�how long has this affair been going on?�
Nagasada
frowned.
For a while.� A month, maybe more, since
he told me.� But I could not tell you how long he waited to tell me.� He would
only say �a while� when I asked him how long this had been going on.
Mitsuhide didn�t argue.� Ranmaru was a
compulsive liar, but he had never been able to lie to Nagasada.� The twins
could read one another like books when others were baffled, and they had always
been so close and loyal to one another that lying wasn�t an option.
�But why?��
Mitsuhide choked, gripping the sympathetic hand that clutched his for a moment.
That was the
first thing I asked him. Nagasada answered.� I
could not understand it myself.� You seemed so happy.� Ranmaru just shrugged at
me and said he had just fallen out of love with you and fallen in love with
Keiji.� I am not happy that he is with Keiji.� Keiji is dangerous with his
lovers.� I cannot put poor Magoichi or your brother out of my mind.� But when I
told him this he laughed and said that Keiji had changed and he could handle
him.� He stopped talking about it after that.
Mitsuhide nodded, and wiped his eyes,
although it was a waste of time.
�Thank you,
Nagasada.�� He sighed.� �There�s no chance that�he could be staying with one of
your brothers, or with your parents, without you knowing?�
The mute shook
his head.�
No.� Ranmaru does not lie to me.� If he
said that he was leaving with Keiji, then he has left with Keiji.

Ranmaru smiled
as he opened his eyes.� He reached up and kissed Keiji�s lips, waking his huge
lover up.
�Mmm�� Keiji
rumbled, kissing him back.� �what a wake up��
Ranmaru turned
on his side and snuggled closer to Keiji�s huge naked body, revelling in the
memories of the previous night.
The sex had been
fantastic before they�d left Kyoto, but last night they�d celebrated
their freedom with a ferocity that had exceeded Ranmaru�s perceptions� of
ecstatic bliss almost as soon as they�d tumbled onto the floor.� He could feel
the increasingly familiar ache that followed surrendering himself to a man of
Keiji�s impressive girth.� The pain was such that travelling was�difficult, but
the pain was worth the ecstasy that a penis of Keiji�s size could bring.
�Yes,� he
purred, �just like the wonderful way that you sent us to sleep last night.�
Keiji snickered,
and pushed Ranmaru onto his back, nibbling his ivory neck as he did so.
�Did Mitsuhide
ever make you feel so good?�� He whispered, rubbing his wakening erection
against Ranmaru�s and moving to nip his ear lobe.� �Did he ever do this to
you?�
Ranmaru gasped
at the intimate contact and arched up against him.� Nibbling his lip, he
eagerly spread his perfect, much admired legs, bending them to settle either
side of Keiji�s muscular body.
�He tried,�� He
replied smoothly; flattery had always been one of his best talents, �but they
were no more than boyish fumblings compared to your skills.�
The head of
Keiji�s shaft had settled itself against Ranmaru�s tight, yet much-visited,
entrance.� As the realisation dawned on them their passion for one another
intensified.� Keiji broke away from the tight embrace of his lover and gazed
down.� With his thick raven hair tousled from sleep, soft lips swollen and pink
from their urgent kissing and sapphire eyes large and clouded by desire, Ranmaru
had never looked more beautiful�or more fuckable.
�Ranmaru�� he
growled, pressing their foreheads together and letting their heated breath mix
�Could you ever understand how much I want you?�
Ranmaru set a
hand on each side of Keiji�s face, burying his fingers in the wild blonde mane,
and pulled their lips together in a crushing kiss.
�Show me.�� He
growled, slipping his tongue eagerly into Keiji�s mouth and allowing the giant
access to his own.� �Fuck me into understanding.� Force me!�
He had barely
finished his last sentence when he felt Keiji ram his almost inhuman shaft
inside him with an almighty grunt.� His muscles screamed in protest, still
suffering from the night before, and he cried out as a result.� But Keiji, as
he had been delighted to learn, didn�t offer his lovers the courtesy of waiting
for them to adjust to his size.� He smiled as Keiji began slamming that�that�incredible
hardness into him.� Magoichi had been a fool to run away�
He cried out in
surprise and delight as Keiji sat up, dragging Ranmaru into his lap, without
stopping or even slowing down the pace of his thrusts.� As a precaution, he
hooked his arms around Keiji�s back, curling his hands over his lover�s giant
shoulders.� The first time they�d tried this position Keiji�s thrusting had
actually catapulted him from his penis and onto the floor.� He wouldn�t let
that happen again, even though Keiji had pounced onto him from the bed and
slipped back into him as though nothing had happened.� Ranmaru welcomed pain,
but that night he�d discovered that there was indeed a threshold he
didn�t want to cross again.
�Keiji��
He threw back
his head in delighted bliss as Keiji grabbed his hips and pushed them down onto
his pounding shaft, making the penetration feel impossibly deep.� Ranmaru screamed
as the sweet spot inside him was hit again and again, making him see stars and
spots until they filled his vision.
�Ah�K-Kei..Keiji�Keiji!�
�Ranmaru��
�Harder�I want
it harder�harder!
Keiji growled
like a wild animal, grabbed a huge handful of Ranmaru�s hair in one hand, and
pushed his delicate lover towards him, sinking his teeth into his neck.�
Ranmaru howled, clutching Keiji�s head to him as the bigger man sucked at the
trickle of blood he�d created.
�Mark me baby.��
He panted.� �make me�make me all yours!�
It was almost
impossible, with his breathlessness and being bounced up and down distorting
his voice, for even him to make sense of what he had just said, but by some
chance Keiji must have heard him.� He lifted them both up and carried them
across the room to a table, where he slammed a breathless Ranmaru onto his
varnished surface.
�You�re already
mine!�� Keiji growled possessively, not once relaxing his hold or reducing his
thrusts.
Ranmaru�s head
rolled from side to side as he moaned in a heady mix of pleasure and pain, too
exhausted to thrust in response.� The sweat from his body made him slide up and
down the width of the table, and through the cloud of ecstasy and exhaustion he
privately thanked Nobunaga for his arrogance.� The demon lord loved to display
his wealth and power, furnishing even his most meagre buildings with fine,
sturdy furniture, right down to this tiny, insignificant outpost which nobody
used any more�
He took a deep
breath as he felt the build-up to what had to be a euphoric orgasm.� He
pulled Keiji�s body to his, revelling in the sounds of their sweat-slicked
bodies sliding over and slapping against one another.� Finding that last
reserve of energy, he managed to lift his hips to meet Keiji�s, squealing in
ecstasy as his neglected shaft was squashed between their sweaty bodies.
�Keiji�please!�
he cried �I think�I think I�m gonna�aaaaAAAAHHHH!!!�
His muscles
clamped around Keiji�s member with inhuman strength, his orgasm pushing the
giant over the edge.� Ranmaru�s euphoric scream was drowned out by the
beast-like roar that heralded Keiji�s own climax.� Ranmaru barely registered
the delicious sensation of being filled with Keiji�s hot, creamy essence, even
less the sensation of his own covering his body.� He managed a smile before
Keiji clumsily captured his lips in an exhausted kiss.�
They lay in that
sweaty embrace, taking in the heady cocktail of sweat, sex and semen that
mingled with the air around them.
Keiji�s lips
pressed softly against the bite wound on Ranmaru�s neck.
�I love you�� he
panted.� Ranmaru didn�t hesitate to nuzzle his face into Keiji�s considerably
wilder hair.�
�I love you too
baby.�� He fixed his face to an expression of exhausted adoration as Keiji
lifted his face to kiss him again.� �I always will.�
Keiji�s lips
tickled against his as he spoke.� But no sooner had he finished he saw Keiji
smile and felt him pepper feather-light kisses along the line of his chin.
�All mine��
Keiji moved to his neck, his huge hands gently sliding Ranmaru�s hands above
his head.� Ranmaru closed his eyes.
�All yours�� he
purred.
What a nice way
to start the morning.� There was a stream nearby so they could clean up before�
He frowned.�
Keiji was still inside him, and he�d felt him soften, but now he could swear�
�Baby?�� He
murmured, opening his eyes.� Keiji�s kissing had turned to little bites, and
now he was definitely�
�Again?�� He
looked up as Keiji tightened his grip on his wrists, pinning them down onto the
table.�
�Keiji, baby,
I�ve just come!�� He protested.� Keiji paid him no notice.�
�Keiji, we don�t
have time for�ooh�this�� he shook his head �even if we did�mmh�I don�t think I
can take�OH!�� KEIJI!�

Yukimura lifted
his head up at the sound of the door opening.� He sat up the second he
recognised Mitsuhide, and immediately wondered why.
�You�re awake.��
Mitsuhide managed a smile to mask his concern.� Yukimura�s normally large eyes
were swollen and puffy from crying, and his cheeks were flushed, probably from
the lack of air as he�d sobbed into the mattress.� Despite having a face wet
with tears, he could still see spots of blood - most likely Shingen�s - on his
face.� He didn�t want to see Yukimura�s reaction to knowing that.
Yukimura smiled
back, although it was equally as forced as the one it was returning.
�Only just.�� He
replied softly.� Mitsuhide�s kind eyes that he had gazed into the night before
were red and puffy.� Dark circles stood out as a harsh comparison to his pale
skin.� Last night he had barely looked ten years younger than his thirty-six
years; today he looked forty.
�Didn�t you
sleep?�� He asked.� �You look exhausted.�
Mitsuhide
sighed.
�Is it really so
obvious?�� He sat down on the edge of the bed, looking so miserable that
Yukimura immediately felt guilty.
�Well, the light
isn�t so good.� Maybe it�s just that.�� He said, sitting up straighter.�
�The�shadows�maybe they��
�No, Yukimura.�
You were right the first time.�� Mitsuhide slumped forward, using his right
hand to sweep his long hair out of the way of his face.� It made him look even
worse.� �I didn�t get any sleep last night.�
Yukimura knew
that he shouldn�t ask, but he did anyway.
�Did�did you
have a fight with Ranmaru?�� He ventured and jumped at Mitsuhide�s painful,
bitter laughter.
�Hah!��
His body shook with the insane, desperate laughter, right up until it dwindled
into agonising silence.� Yukimura watched as the top of Mitsuhide�s face slid
behind a veil of ebony as his hair fell unchecked to its former place.� But the
lower half of his face was still visible and Yukimura watched as the older
man�s lips parted and his breath became ragged.� At Mitsuhide nibbled his lower
lip Yukimura noticed the single tear drop from his chin and land soundlessly on
the straw-covered ground.
�Mitsuhide�� He
gingerly reached out to grip the older man�s shoulder�
�I only wish
he�d given me the chance to fight with him�� Mitsuhide whispered
hoarsely.� �Anything would have been better than coming back to find him
gone with nothing but this�this letter on our bed.�
He thrust a
crumpled piece of paper into Yukimura�s face.� The younger man gingerly took it
and read its content.� He was surprised.� The wording and tidy handwriting
didn�t look as though it had been written by a young man leaving
everything behind to be with his lover.� It seemed�calculated�somehow,
as though there was some darker meaning concealed behind the simple words.
When he lifted
his eyes to Mitsuhide�s, he noticed that the mask had slipped back into place.�
There would be no tears now.� Yukimura wondered how he�d come to make that
mask.
�I�m sorry.�� He
said.� Mitsuhide smiled faintly.
�Why?�� He
replied.� �It was hardly your fault that Ranmaru was��
For a second his
eyes glazed over, until he coughed and the moment had passed.� His features
settled into the expression that Yukimura had seen the previous, terrible
night.
�Yukimura�� he
hesitated, as if unsure how he should continue �I don�t know how I should tell
you this.� Shingen�s body��
Yukimura froze.
�His body�� he
murmured; his eyes welling up with tears.� Although he knew the horrible truth
already, hearing the words �Shingen�s body� seemed to make it all the more of a
reality.
�Yes.� I�m
sorry, but you have to know.� Shingen�s body has been cleaned up and made
ready.� If you want to see him��
�Made ready?�
�For his
funeral.� Lord Nobunaga may be the demon lord but he respected Shingen a great
deal.� He would never deny him the right to his funeral.� He�s already sent
word to his son�er�� Mitsuhide looked embarrassed �I forgot his name��
Yukimura
snarled.� �Katsuyori.�
�That�s it.� Lord
Nobunaga sent word to him that his father�s body will be returned.� I
volunteered myself as escort, as did Nagayoshi.�
Yukimura wiped a
tear away.
�Nagayoshi?�� He
said, standing up slowly.� �As in Nagayoshi Mori?�� His voice rose to an
enraged shriek.� �The same Nagayoshi Mori who killed my Shingen?!�
He started
toward the open door when Mitsuhide grabbed his arms, almost bowling him to the
ground.
�What was that
for?�� He yelled, struggling to free himself.� But Mitsuhide�s grip and
expression remained firm.
�Calm down.�� He
said.� �You need to think about what you�re doing.�
�What�s to think
about?�� Yukimura snapped.� �He murdered the man I loved in front of me!�
�Defeated in
battle actually.�� Mitsuhide said simply.� �There was-�
�How can you be
so heartless?�� Yukimura screamed.� �I loved Shingen!� He was murdered!�
I saw it!�
�Oh did you
now?�� Mitsuhide snapped, spinning a startled Yukimura down until he sat him
heavily on the bed.� Yukimura cringed as Mitsuhide brought his face closer.
�Then tell me,�
he said, in a low, emotionless voice, �where did Shingen die?�
�I-in my arms��
Yukimura squeaked �on the battlefield.�
�I see.�
So then, had Nagayoshi defected to your side when he attacked Shingen?�
Yukimura shook
his head.
�I see.
So answer me this: if you saw Nobunaga unprotected on the battle, due to his
bodyguards being kept away by your comrades, would you attempt to defeat him.�
�Well�yes.�
�Indeed.� And if
in the subsequent battle��
�In the what
battle?�
�The battle that
you would have to defeat him.�
�Oh.�
�Ahem.� If in
this battle Nobunaga were to die by your hand, would you consider yourself a
murderer?�
�No of course
not.� It can�happen�� Yukimura�s voice trailed off into silence.
�Do you see
where I�m coming from?�
�That
Nagayoshi�didn�t mean to kill Shingen?�� Yukimura swallowed, and Mitsuhide
released his grip as he saw tears welling up in the young man�s eyes.� He sat
by his side, and put a hand on his shoulder.� Yukimura almost collapsed against
his chest and sobbed.� Mitsuhide held him closer, stroking his hair gently.
�It�s�not�fair!��
Yukimura managed to gulp between sobs.
�I know.��
Mitsuhide soothed.� �Death never is.� There isn�t a soldier alive who hasn�t
lost a friend, family member or lover.� Last year I could only watch as Keiji
cut my older brother to pieces.� Because of what he was, nobody would help
him.�� He hung his head.� �Including me.�
Yukimura looked
up, but Mitsuhide didn�t meet his gaze.
�Keiji�s father
was seriously injured three years ago and died three days after the battle, so
Toshiie lost his older brother.� His father died when he was ten so his
brother had brought him up alongside Keiji.� Six months ago Nagayoshi lost his
own lover.�
Yukimura
blinked.� �Nagayoshi�s lover was killed in battle too?�
�No.� Akakuro
was brought up as a gypsy.� He met Nagayoshi when he was dancing at one of the
festivals in Kyoto and never went back.� He never really settled in the castle
and every now and again used to slip off to bathe in the stream.� But six
months ago he never came back.� Ranmaru and Keiji found part of the bank
covered in blood and Akakuro�s clothes were still on the bank, along with a
necklace Nagayoshi gave him.� We searched for days but never found the body.� I
don�t particularly like the man, but I�ll never forget the expression on his
face.� He�s with Toshiie now, but everyone knows Nagayoshi�s heart is
elsewhere��
Yukimura sat
up.� �They never found his body?�
Mitsuhide shook
his head.� �Ranmaru was horrified, although he always hated Akakuro for being a
gypsy.� We haven�t a clue what killed him either.�
Mitsuhide turned
and looked straight into Yukimura�s eyes.
�Nagayoshi may
have killed Shingen,� he said, �but he let you spend those last moments of his
life together.� That�s something that he will never have.�

Nagayoshi
found himself walking towards the stream, where he knew his lover would be.� He
could already hear the splashing that told him he was getting close.� As he got
nearer still he heard his lover singing in his voice that was itself as clear
as the waters of the little stream.� The song that was being played when they
met�
But suddenly
the sun was dragged behind a dark cloud, and he knew something was wrong.� The
splashing that before had sounded so merry became more violent, and he heard
Akakuro give a loud, terrified scream.
He broke into
a run, desperate to get there in time.� He couldn�t fail his lover again!�
Akakuro�s screams were getting weaker with every step he took.� His beloved was
dying again�
�KURO!�� He
shouted as he reached the site, but it was already too late.� The shore was
stained red with blood that had mixed with the earth that had been churned up
as Kuro had struggled to get away.
But all in
vain.� There was no body but it was obvious he was dead.
He collapsed
to his hands and knees, barely registering the feeling as his hands fell into
the water�

Nagayoshi Mori
opened his eyes and sighed bitterly.� It had all been a dream again.� For the
past six months he had endured that nightmare again and again.� In some of them
there was no body, in others his lover lay sprawled on the bank; his body
ripped to shreds.� They only served to remind him that his beautiful lover was
dead.
He heard a sigh
of contentment somewhere around his chest, and realised that Toshiie was waking
up.� The little Maeda moved his head from its comfortable position on
Nagayoshi�s chest, looked up at him and smiled.
�Good morning.��
He purred before yawning.
Nagayoshi smiled
back.� �Good morning.�
It wasn�t that
he didn�t love Toshiie.� He�d loved Toshiie since their childhood, when he�d
play with Toshiie and Keiji, who was two years younger than him, and Toshiie
four years younger than Keiji.
At tweny-four,
Toshiie was the same age as Akakuro�would have been.� Nagayoshi loved him, but
it always seemed to be love for a friend, or a little brother.� Whatever it
was, Nagayoshi couldn�t tell, but he could tell that it was nothing
compared to the love he still had for his little gypsy dancer�
Toshiie had now
moved, using his hands to cushion his head as he gazed at him.
�You had that
dream again didn�t you?�� He whispered.� Yoshi swallowed and nodded.
�Did I wake you
again?�� he asked, reaching over to stroke Toshiie�s face.� His lover leant
into the embrace and kissed Nagayoshi�s fingers quickly.
�No baby.�� He
replied.� �But I don�t need to be woken up to know you still have the
nightmare.� I can see the hurt in your eyes when I wake up.�
He kissed
Nagayoshi�s lips.
�You don�t seem
to get that I love you, Yoshi.�� He said.� �You have to stop acting as though
you can hide things like that from me, then maybe you can love me back.�
He regretted
saying that as Nagayoshi pulled away from him and got out of their bed.
�I�m sorry.��
Toshiie whispered.� �I didn�t mean it like that.�
�It doesn�t
matter.�� Nagayoshi replied.� �Just forget it.�
�But it does
matter when I hurt you like this.�� Toshiie persisted, untangling himself from
the bedsheets and rushing to be at his lover�s side.� If this meant anything to
the older man he did nothing to show it.� Toshiie slipped his arms around his
lover�s bare waist and was rewarded with Nagayoshi�s arm around his shoulders
�I�� Toshiie
nibbled his lip, but there was no point stopping now �I�I know you miss him�
He felt
Nagayoshi stiffen.� They didn�t talk about Akakuro often, and Toshiie knew that
it was a delicate subject around his lover.
�I know you�re
hurting, my love.�� He soothed, running his hand along Yoshi�s arm.� �I wish
there was something I could do to make you forget him.�
He realised his
mistake when Nagayoshi pulled away and turned to face him.
�I don�t want
to forget him though.�� He said coldly.� Toshiie realised his mistake.
�I-I didn�t mean
it to come out like that!�� He cried, reaching out to him.� �I know you
don�t want to forget him, and I�m not asking for you to do it.� I love
you Yoshi!�� He wiped a tear from his cheek.� �I just want you to be happy
again��
Nagayoshi
sighed, and looked out at the outside view.
�I know.�� He
replied.� �Let�s just forget this ever happened.�
Toshiie nodded,
his eyes fixed to the ground.
�I�m�going to
have a bath.�� He murmured.� Nagayoshi turned and pulled him into a hug.
�I�ll be with
you� in a moment.�� He replied, putting his fingers over Toshiie�s lips to
stifle the protest.� �I just need some time to myself.�
With that he
pulled Toshiie into a searing kiss that was so hot the younger man�s legs
almost gave way beneath him.� Blushing slightly, Toshiie hurried towards the
door, grabbing a robe as he did.
�Don�t be too
long�� he purred, before slipping away.
When he was
alone in the room, Nagayoshi�s shoulders slumped.� His hands gripped the
window-ledge� so hard that they left a permanent mark in the wood.� Had anybody
come in they would have seen him shake before he collapsed to his knees and
sobbed uncontrollably.
He couldn�t
pretend or hide it: he was miserable without Akakuro.� It had been nearly a
year since his lover had been brutally murdered and yet the pain hadn�t eased
in the slightest.� Toshiie�had helped to take his mind off things, but only
during sex.� The rest of the time he was just no contest to Akakuro.
Sometimes he
still thought he could hear his lover�s laughter in the air, or smell his hair,
even feel his touch.
�Kuro�� he
whispered �I miss you so much��
He surrendered
himself to his grief for what seemed like the thousandth time.� The only sound
besides his cries were the almost inaudible drops as his tears fell on the
polished wooden floor�

Yukimura ran a
comb through his damp hair carefully, running the events of the last hour
through his mind.
After Mitsuhide
had revealed that little revelation about Nagayoshi�s past, he had awkwardly
suggested that Yukimura should have a bath.� He even more awkwardly explained
that this was due to the spattering of blood - Shingen�s - on his face.�
Yukimura had wept for a while before agreeing.
Worrying about
sending him to the public bath house, and probably worrying about what the men
would say regarding Ranmaru�s flight, Mitsuhide suggested that Yukimura use his
own private bathroom.� When the bath was ready Mitsuhide had politely
withdrawn, but not before subtly removing all the sharp objects the room had to
offer.�
Now he was
submerged into the warm water, holding his bandanna in his hands.
Drops of
Shingen�s blood were spattered across the silky cloth from the previous night,
surprisingly visible on their red background.� They were all he had left of his
beloved now�
He shook his
head; such thoughts were unhealthy.� He�d go mad if he kept them.� Slowly he
lowered he cloth towards the water�
�and pulled his
hands back up with a scream of frustration.
He couldn�t do
it!� He wasn�t ready to let go, not yet!� But it was so�weak
and�frightening that he couldn�t wash the blood away.� Was he so pathetic that
he had to hang on to the last part of Shingen that he had, no matter how small?
He was tying the
bandanna in it�s usual place when Mitsuhide walked in, concern all over his
face.
�Are you
alright?�� He asked.� �I heard you scream.�
Yukimura
swallowed, thinking fast.� He doubted Mitsuhide would support his plan to keep
the blood-stained bandanna.
�It�it was a
bee.�� He replied lamely.� �I got stung by one when I was little and they still
make me jump.�
Mitsuhide raised
an eyebrow and Yukimura turned red.
�A-anyway,� he
said, climbing out of the bath �I�ve been wallowing in here too long.�
Now it was
Mitsuhide�s turn to blush.� Yukimura had quite a stocky body.� The older man
could tell that Yukimura was proud of his physique; he�d been the same at that
age, when appearances were everything.� Even Ranmaru, who�s frame was
considerably different to Yukimura�s, spent hours in front of the mirror
checking for �fat,� refusing to eat, working out and even throwing up if he
�found� any.
Yukimura was
considerably different, glowing with health despite his grief.� He had white
patches on his wrists and legs that only served to draw attention to his golden
tan.� But the cutest of all was the little white pant marks around his bottom�
It was as though
Yukimura could read his thoughts as he whipped a towel around his waist.� Aware
that he was blushing, he hurried to the door.
�I�I laid out
some fresh clothes for you.� He muttered as he stepped out of the room.� As he
slid the door shut he heard Yukimura squeak out a �Thank you.�
He sighed,
hoping that the younger man hadn�t seen him staring - or how much his body
had enjoyed the show!
�I�m getting too
old for this.�� He sighed.

With one last
howl of delight Ranmaru collapsed onto the table with a splat.� The polished
surface was hidden beneath a thick blanket of his own semen.� So was the ground
around his feet, mixed with Keiji�s as it dribbled down the back of his legs.�
He was amazed that he had any left!
He�d lost count
of how many times he�d climaxed, and he was too numb to register Keiji�s
tally, but he really didn�t care.� He�d never had such an enjoyable morning.
�Please�tell
me�� he panted, struggling to keep his face and hair out of the sticky mess
�you don�t want�to go�again!� I don�t think�I can take it�again��
Keiji lifted him
up, and carefully pulled himself out of his exhausted lover.
�I think�� he
grunted, nipping at Ranmaru�s severely bruised neck �that we�ve had enough for
today��
Ranmaru leaned
into his embrace.
�Then can you
carry me to the stream?�� He purred.� �The bruising and�inability to walk will
be useful but being covered in your seed�not so useful.�
Keiji sniggered
and lifted the smaller man into a bridal position.
�So,� he
grinned, making the short walk to the little stream, �what exactly is
our explanation going to be?�
Ranmaru pursed
his lips.
�Obviously he�s
not stupid enough to believe that we would just defect for no reason.� So�I�ve
thought up a little tale of abuse.�
As he was
lowered into the stream, he turned to face Keiji�
�and was
transformed into a terrified, waif-like figure as tears ran down his cheeks.�
He leant forward just enough to seem needy, but not enough to appear
desperate.� For a second Keiji honestly thought it was real.
�Please help
me!�� Ranmaru wept, now starting to shake.� �I had to run away from Lord
Nobunaga!� He�he was treating me like a whore.� It started when�when I was
fifteen and I was drafted�he�he started coming into my room�
�He raped me
every night until I was sixteen.� I thought I was safe when I met Lord
Mitsuhide.� I was so stupid!� I thought he loved me, but he was
just�training me up.
�They
forced�they�they forced me to sleep with any man they wanted.� They
always watched, and sometimes they invited other people to watch and join in.�
It hurt so much�I thought they were going to kill me!�
He buried his
head in his hands.
�Keiji�Keiji
saved me�� he suddenly looked up at Keiji with an expression of desperate
admiration �He found out what they were doing and�and he took me away just
before dawn�� If they find us they�ll kill us, and my family can�t protect me
from people like Lord Nobunaga and Lord Mitsuhide.� We didn�t have anywhere
else to go��
Then the act was
over.� Ranmaru turned and smiled at his lover, who burst into a round of
applause.
�Woah!�� He
laughed.� �That�ll sucker them in!�
Ranmaru laughed
softly.
�I know,�� he
purred, �it worked on everyone else.�

Toshiie sat
dejectedly by Nagayoshi�s bath.� His lover obviously wasn�t coming to join him
after all.
It just wasn�t
fair!� He�d had feelings for Nagayoshi long before he�d been old enough to
properly appreciate their meaning.� But because he�d never acted seriously
around the older man nothing had ever developed between them.� Then that gypsy
Akakuro had come along and ruined every chance Toshiie felt he�d had.�
He was just
about to resign himself to never being with his true love when Ranmaru had
approached him with a proposition�
Ranmaru had
never disguised his hatred for Akakuro, refusing to accept that his brother
could ever have real feelings for a common man.� He told Toshiie that he knew
Akakuro was having an affair with his cousin, and if Toshiie could keep
Nagayoshi busy he and Keiji would catch them in the act.� With the evidence
they would gain Nagayoshi would abandon the gypsy without a second thought.
Toshiie had
eagerly accepted, being desperate for any chance to get Nagayoshi for himself.�
But things had got out of hand.� Whilst he had managed to tempt Nagayoshi away
for a cosy little lunch together, Ranmaru rode back to the camp in a wild
panic.� The plan had backfired miserably.
Instead of being
found having an affair with his cousin, Akakuro had been attacked by a massive
group of bandits and was dead.
Toshiie
shuddered; he would never ever forget the look on Nagayoshi�s face, and
secretly could never manage to forgive himself for his part in the plot either.
Up until today,
he had thought that things worked out well between them.� They were together
weren�t they?
He sighed
bitterly.
The way I�m going, he�ll leave me in a week!
The door slid
open, making the little Maeda jump.� Nagayoshi stood in the doorframe.
�You didn�t have
to wait for me you know.�� He purred, slipping out of his robe as he closed the
door behind him.
Toshiie almost
leapt to his feet.
�I wanted
to wait for you.�� He protested.� �It doesn�t feel right, bathing on my own.�
�I see.��
Nagayoshi smiled, putting a comforting arm on Toshiie�s shoulders to calm him
down.� �Well, I�m here now.�� He lifted his lover into his arms and climbed
into the hot water.
As they got
comfortable, Toshiie looked up at his lover with adoration.
�You know that I
love you, don�t you?�� He whispered.
Nagayoshi
smiled, trailing his fingers down his lovers wet skin.
�I know.�� He
replied, reaching down and kissing him softly on the lips.� �You don�t have to
tell me.�
Toshiie smiled
back, letting his eyes drop when he felt something pressing against his thigh�
�No.�� He
purred, shifting around in Nagayoshi�s lap.� �Not when I can show you instead.�

Mitsuhide turned
and smiled at Yukimura.
�Well of course
we don�t expect you to stay in the dungeons.�� He laughed.
Yukimura
frowned.� They had just gone to visit his older brother Nobuyuki, who he hadn�t
spoken to since he�d betrayed Shingen two years before.� To his surprise
Nobuyuki was glad to see him, and the day had passed quite pleasantly.�
Yukimura had also met his sister in law, the young Lady Ina, and their little
daughter Sakura, who was just learning to walk.� They had also been very
pleased to see him, which he was very surprised about.� He and his brother had
talked for hours, mostly about their father who Yukimura was sure would be
delighted about becoming a grandfather to such a pretty baby girl.� They�d
talked extensively about Shingen, and when Yukimura broke down Nobuyuki had
been comforting.� Even little Sakura had toddled up and cuddled her uncle�s
leg, having taken to him straight away.� All in all it had been a lovely day,
but when Mitsuhide returned he thought he was to be returned to his little
cell.
�But�� he said
�I�m your prisoner, aren�t I?�
�In a manner of
speaking.�� Mitsuhide agreed.� �But you have no reason to leave, do you?� I
mean, your brother and his family are here, you�re in no immediate danger,
and��
��and I can�t
leave Shingen here.�� Yukimura said quietly.� �Not amongst strangers.�
He wiped a tear
away from his eyes.� He�d seen Shingen�s body that morning, and had spent a
good two hours crying over it.� He�d been hoping that it would turn out to be
somebody else and not his lover, but that had just been wishful thinking�
He felt
Mitsuhide give his shoulder a comforting squeeze.
�I�m sorry.�� He
said simply.
Yukimura smiled,
putting his own hand on Mitsuhide�s.
�I know.�� He
whispered.� �Thank you.�

�Aaah!�
Toshiie flung
his head back and moaned in delight.
Since making
love in the bath they had been unable to keep their hands off each other.� It
was as though the incident that morning had never happened�
�Ah!�
Yoshi�please harder!�
He felt the
hands gripping his hips stiffen, and suddenly it was as though Toshiie�s head
was being pushed through the mattress.� Sexual ecstasy had always done strange
things to Toshiie�s vision, and right now his vision of his panting lover
seemed to be framed by walls of mattress.
Sweat dripped
down Nagayoshi�s sculpted torso as he thrust like a madman into his all too
willing lover, who only moaned louder.� It was as if by this primeval act he
could get rid of his frustrations, as if his climax could channel his demons
into the pliant vessel below him.
Of course, this
was very different from Akakuro, he realised.� Whilst looking a lot more
innocent, Akakuro was a great deal more adventurous than Toshiie.� Akakuro
would have been riding his shaft as though his life depended on it right
now�Their lovemaking would be a lot more urgent and intense.� The gypsy had
never minded having his head pulled back, or tumbling around the room in a
heady cocktail of changing, ever-complicated positions�
His attention
was brought back to the present as Toshiie pulled them both into a sitting
position and into a sweaty and exhausted kiss.� From the mewls and half sobs,
half gasps coming from Toshiie, Nagayoshi judged that a particularly loud
orgasm was imminent.� He let his hand snake down to encircle Toshiie�s
neglected erection�
�No��
Toshiie batted
his hand away.� He always liked his orgasms to be intense, and he didn�t feel
that when he�d been helped over the edge.
Seeming to
acknowlege this, Nagayoshi gently pushed Toshiie back onto the mattress and
lifted up his legs.� After slinging them over his shoulders, the older man
gradually leant forward until Toshiie was literally folded in half.� This
opened him up to new, harder to reach love spots, and the intensity of the
pleasure was more than enough to push Toshiie over the edge.
�Yoshiiiiii!!!!�
As the hot seed
spattered over Toshiie�s chest and stomach, his muscles clamped down on
Nagayoshi�s shaft like a vice, giving him the extra stimulation he needed to
fall over the edge.
He didn�t cry
out for fear of whose name he�d call, gritting his teeth and letting out an
animalistic growl.� Toshiie whimpered happily as he felt the semen fill him,
not yet receiving the sting that his lover still couldn�t call out his
name.� He was so exhausted that he didn�t feel Nagayoshi carefully �un-fold�
him, and pull him into a sleepy embrace.� By the time Nagayoshi pulled the
blanket around him he was asleep, dreaming the dreams of the contented.

It was nightfall
when Nobuyuki crept to Mitsuhide�s room.� He trusted Mitsuhide, but would feel
a lot happier if Yukimura stayed with him and his family that night.� Shingen�s
body was to be taken back tomorrow and his little brother would need his family
to support him.� It would be no trouble; Sakura was sleeping right through the
nights now.� Ina had said she didn�t mind, and they had the room.
Mitsuhide�s door
was slightly ajar, so he peeked through the gap.� He could make out two
silhouettes lying down on the bed, so he quietly pushed the door open.� The
door opened without making a sound.� Ranmaru had obviously kept the door well
oiled, Nobuyuki thought wryly.
His attention
focused on the bed, and he was taken aback.
Mitsuhide lay
fast asleep on his bed, fully clothed, with his hair billowing across the
pillow like fine silk.� Yukimura was also fast asleep, curled up beside him and
also fully clothed.� His tousled head was almost tucked under Mitsuhide�s
armpit and his fingers brushed slightly against Mitsuhide�s tunic.� The scene
would have been considered a romantic one, were it not so obviously innocent.
Nobuyuki was
tempted to wake his little brother, but decided against it.� He stepped out of
the room, and slid the door closed.
He knew he
should be worried, but somehow he also knew he didn�t need to be.� Whatever
else was going to happen, his brother would be safe tonight�

WAAAAA!�
~*+Collapses+*~� I�m finally finished.

Isn�t Nobuyuki a
trusting brother?� I�d have woken him up myself.� Sakura was a spur of the
moment character, who wasn�t going to have a name, until I decided to make her
my cupid.
Apologies for
the lameness of the Nagayoshi and Toshiie sex scene.� I was trying to
illustrate Nagayoshi�s ongoing grief and inner confusion and how Toshiie
suffered as a result.� Love on the rebound does not work kiddies!
The Keiji and
Ranmaru scene was meant to be a lot messier, but I just could not word it right
so I gave up.� A table can collapse later.

Next chapter:�
Shingen�s funeral - please dress appropriately before reading!� Ranmaru�s plan
is set in motion, and Nagayoshi gets the shock of his life.� Not forgetting
Mitsuhide and Yukimura�s FIRST KISS!!!� Accident or intentional?� I don�t have
a clue.� You�ll have to wait and see, hopefully in two months.�
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