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The Best Laid Plans	By : Toxicstar Category: +S through Z > Samurai Warriors Views: 2935 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Thanks to my reviewers. ^^ I�m
glad you like this fic so far!

This chapter�s a bit short, but I didn�t want to put the lemon in this one or
it�d be too long, instead� so you�ll have to be patient with me. ^_~

�Why did I� do
that?� Mitsunari cried out angrily, taking hold of
his hair and tugging. It only enraged him further, and he sank to his knees on
the tatami floor of his room. He caught sight of
himself reflected upon the surface of a vase, and glared at it. The anger
gradually receded to be replaced with self-pity, and he lowered his gaze to the
floor dejectedly.

Quietly, the door behind him slid open, and Mitsunari�s breath caught in his throat. ��Sakon?� There was no response, so he rose gracefully to his
feet without turning around. �I�m sorry. Please, let�s pretend that never
happened. I don�t want any awkwardness between us,
it�s for the good of the army. I�m sure you understand.� He inwardly cursed
himself for not being able to control the trembling in his voice.

�There was still
no response, and then: �Are you quite finished babbling nonsense?�

Frowning in confusion, Mitsunari
made to turn around, but two strong arms appeared around his waist first,
holding him tightly.

�I�ve been thinking, you know�� Sakon said in a low, throaty murmur.

Mitsunari tried to look
round. ��You have?�

��Yeah. I thought, �Wonder why it is I like chasing girls,
but I�m never interested in following through?� I figure, it�s because Sakon here likes a challenge, and once the chase is over,
the challenge is gone. But you�� and he lowered his face to Mitsunari�s
neck, nuzzling it gently, �are as big a challenge as
they come, Mitsunari.�

The Western Army Commander swallowed, mulling over
this. �Am I supposed to take that as a compliment?�

Detecting the almost imperceptible humour in his
voice, Sakon smiled, calling his bluff. He slipped
one finger under the slighter man�s chin, tilting his face up towards him.
�Let�s try again, shall we?�

Mitsunari swallowed
again, making an audible click with his throat. He didn�t have time to answer
as Sakon pressed their mouths together firmly, one
arm still in place about his waist, the other hand buried in his hair.

Their lips moved against each other�s curiously, making
the kiss long and slow. Neither wanted to stop, but eventually Mitsunari pulled back long enough to twist around in Sakon�s grasp, and reach his arms up around his neck before
they started again.

It was slightly more frantic this time, as they grew
to enjoy each other�s tastes and let their tongues delve into opposing mouths. Sakon�s right hand moved down from Mitsunari�s
waist to rest lightly on his behind, though he could almost feel the man�s
indignation at this.

Mitsunari�s fingers toyed
with the silky strands of Sakon�s hair within reach,
letting out a low moan without realising it. When the beating of his heart
started to make him dizzy, he detached their mouths and buried his face in Sakon�s neck, breathing deeply.

Sakon smiled in an extremely satisfied
manner, stroking his new lover-to-be�s hair
soothingly. �I should�ve done that a long time ago� I must have been crazy.
Still,� he looked down affectionately, �It was sure worth the wait.�

Mitsunari smiled into Sakon�s neck. ��Thank you.�

�What for? I should be
thanking you� for letting me have the privilege.�

Mitsunari lightly
slapped Sakon�s shoulder. ��For sparing my pride. For not rejecting me.�

Sakon�s gaze softened
at Mitsunari�s meek tone of voice. He knew it was far
from easy for the other man to be so honest. �It wasn�t a hard choice to make,
believe me. You�re something else,� he turned Mitsunari�s
face so he could look at him. �Anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?�

�No,� Mitsunari averted his
gaze shyly. �And you don�t need to flatter me.�

�It�s not flattery if it�s sincere,� Sakon retorted, pressing another light kiss to those
inviting lips. �Mmm� I should really let you get some
sleep, commander of mine. Besides,� he quirked a shameless smirk, �If I hold
you this close any longer, I�m not going to be able to hold back.�

Blushing furiously, Mitsunari
pushed against Sakon�s broad chest. �Beast. Don�t get any ideas.�

With a look of feigned hurt, Sakon
sniffed. �I�m only male, y�know,� but he let Mitsunari go anyway, regarding him with a fond gaze.

Mitsunari couldn�t help
but smile, a warm look in his own eyes. �Goodnight, then.�

�Goodnight, my Lord,� Sakon
bowed slightly with a wry smile on his lips, before leaving the room for his
own.

---//---

When Mitsunari�s eyes shot
open the next morning, his first instinct to wonder if last night�s happenings
were a dream. Trying to ignore the growing apprehension in the pit
of his stomach, he slowly sat up and looked around.

There was, of course, no clue in his room as to
whether it had been a dream or not, so he rose from his bed and pulled his yukata closer around him before leaving the room and
padding down the corridor.

He stopped outside Sakon�s
room, and hesitantly tapped on the door. He heard heavy footsteps approach, and
then the door slid open to reveal the groggy face of
his loyal samurai. Upon seeing Mitsunari, however, Sakon scratched his chin and smiled coyly. �Well, well� the
morning seems brighter already.�

Mitsunari sighed in
relief, before he was swept up in a tight embrace, and his neck was assaulted
with kisses. �Sakon,� he scolded, �not now, someone
might see!�

�Well, that�s easily solved, not that I really care who sees�� came the grumbled
reply, and he pulled Mitsunari into his room and shut
the door over.

Growing slightly nervous, Mitsunari
tried to put some distance between them. �Slow down� it�s too early for this,�
he protested, though Sakon ignored it and continued
to kiss up Mitsunari�s throat and nip delicately at
his ear.

�Early in our� relationship,
or early in the day?� Sakon said teasingly, running a
strong hand under Mitsunari�s robe, and down his
chest.

Trying desperately to ignore how good Sakon�s calloused palm felt, Mitsunari
squirmed away only to be caught again and kissed passionately. He made a sound
of protest, realising now how foolish it was to let such a strong man get hold
of him. He wondered if he needed to resort to cheap tactics- at this rate, a
sharp blow to the groin would probably be quite effective.

As if sensing Mitsunari�s
inner scheme, Sakon gradually drew back. �Hmm� I
guess I�ll let you be for now. You�re a busy man, huh?�

�As are you,� Mitsunari
mumbled, straightening his yukata. �I�m going to work
in the gardens today. It�s too stuffy indoors��

�Is that an invitation for me to join you?� Sakon smiled, smoothing down his sideburns.

�Of course. As long as you
don�t plan on� distracting me,� the smaller man said meaningfully, narrowing
his sharp hazel eyes.

Sakon made a point of looking up and
down Mitsunari�s body in a way that suggested he
could see through his clothing. �I wouldn�t dare. I know what your temper is
like.�

Somehow, Mitsunari didn�t
believe him, especially with that look. He nodded, flicking his hair from his
face with a toss of his head. �Very well, I�ll see you outside,� and he sharply
retreated to get properly dressed.

---//---

Sakon strolled outdoors with a mug of
green tea in each hand. He saw his saffron-haired commander seated at a desk by
the pond, and made his way towards him.

Mitsunari looked up and
smiled, clearing a space at his desk. �I brought a spare cushion for you��

Sakon
smirked. �Awfully sweet of you� here, have some tea,� he said, setting one of
the steaming mugs next to Mitsunari�s hand. The
younger man nodded in thanks, sipping the hot drink carefully.

�It sure is a
nice day,� Sakon observed aloud, cracking his
knuckles and picking up a brush.

Mitsunari
made a sound of agreement, his eyes darting over whatever document was in front
of him. He suddenly frowned over the rim of his cup, though, when Sakon laid a casual hand on his knee.

�What?� Sakon shrugged, an easy smile hovering around his face.
�It�s just a hand.�

��Just a
hand�� Mitsunari repeated incredulously, �Just see
that it doesn�t wander any further.�

�Relax. I said
I wouldn�t distract you from your work. Now give me some of those papers, would
you?� Sakon said, taking a pile from the other side
of the table. He scanned the first one briefly, and arched an eyebrow. �The
nearby village requests provisions because bandits stole their rice!? They
can�t be serious��

Mitsunari
smirked, sipping more of his tea. �Quite serious.�

�This is below
your station. Someone else should be dealing with it.�

�Maybe�� Mitsunari mused, scratching his cheek.

�Definitely,
you mean. We�ll arrange that later� damn it, we�ll send Keiji
over as a temporary chef if we have to.�

Mitsunari
snorted, almost choking on his tea. ��I don�t really want to picture that�� he
said, putting the mug down and wiping his mouth.

�I don�t really
want to picture his cooking�� Sakon grimaced.

Mitsunari
smiled, looking around the gardens. He spotted his friends and called out to
them. �Yukimura! Kanetsugu!�

The other two
men waved and came over.

�I�m glad to
see you aren�t wasting away indoors, Mitsunari� who
convinced you to come outside for a change?� Yukimura
asked with a kind smile.

Mitsunari
shrugged. �Nobody� I decided myself.�

Kanetsugu
laughed. �Well, it was a wise decision. I tried reading in my room earlier, but
it�s just such a waste of a fine day like this.�

They sat down
at the opposite side from Sakon and Mitsunari, chatting idly while the papers got sorted.

Sakon had
decided to take a break from the paperwork, opting instead to observe the other
two men. Yukimura was quite happily rambling on about
his horse, and how amazing Keiji was at caring for
his own horse, Matsukaze� whereas Kanetsugu
seemed to be content with gazing at Mitsunari.
Occasionally, he would glance at Yukimura and nod to
show he was listening, but he always let his eyes roam back to Mitsunari.

Stroking his
chin thoughtfully, Sakon considered this. He knew the
three of them were close. He didn�t know the details; only that they had taken
a vow of honour at some point, and had been fast friends ever since. Now that
he thought about it, the strategist from Echigo was
often seen trailing after Mitsunari when the latter
was out and about- whether he was taking a walk around the castle or visiting a
nearby village, Naoe Kanetsugu
usually followed.

Still, Sakon decided it was nothing to concern himself
with. Mitsunari hadn�t shown any particular response
to the obvious adoration, which suggested he didn�t care; Mitsunari
was far too bright to have simply not noticed.

Involuntarily, Sakon�s hand tightened around the other man�s knee. Instead
of scowling or glaring at him, though, Mitsunari let
his free hand drift over to cover Sakon�s under the
table.

If the older
man previously had any doubts at all regarding Kanetsugu,
they were promptly crushed.
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