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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: Hey folks, sorry about the long
wait� had a bit of a writer�s block. It�s not actually gone yet, hence the
really short chapter, but� well, I just wanted to let
you all know that I�m not abandoning the fic. ^^ That�s not something I would
ever do, so don�t worry your pretty little heads� just be patient for me, okay?
Thanks for all the reviews, my darlings~

The sun was just rising when Sakon woke.

He was rarely up quite this early, but as he didn�t feel the need to try and
get back to sleep, he contented himself with propping himself up on one arm and
gazing at the still-slumbering Mitsunari.

The younger male�s face lost all its scorn and
arrogance while he slept, leaving only a peaceful and somewhat younger
expression. His saffron-coloured hair was slightly tousled from sleep, and
Sakon�s fingers itched to sink into the silky strands.

The older samurai was aware of the way something in
his chest twisted as he watched his lover. Shrugging whatever it was off, he
leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to Mitsunari�s temple.

The pale man exhaled softly, one hand lazily coming up
to cover his eyes. ��It feels early��

�Mm,� Sakon replied noncommittally, giving in to the
urge to thread his fingers through Mitsunari�s hair.

After a short, comfortable silence, Mitsunari took his
hand away and smiled sleepily at Sakon. �I should get up.�

�No,� was the reply, and Sakon pulled the smaller man
against his chest, winding his strong arms around his waist tightly.

Mitsunari snorted against Sakon�s neck. �Brute force
won�t get you anywhere.�

�Oh, yes it will�� Sakon chuckled, �It�s proved
successful thus far.� He rolled onto his back, bringing Mitsunari on top. He
smiled up at his frowning lover.

Mitsunari glared back, arching one fine eyebrow. �I
warned you last night that I had to be up early. Come on, I have work to do.�
The Western commander cried out indignantly when Sakon�s large hands suddenly
appeared on his naked buttocks, squeezing lewdly. �Sakon, get your grubby hands
off me!�

Sakon just grinned. �You didn�t seem to mind my
�grubby hands� last night, Mitsu.�

The young Ishida scowled. �That was then, this is now�
Off!� He reached around behind himself and attempted to pry off the possessive
hands, but Sakon slyly took the opportunity to lean up and capture Mitsunari�s
lips in a bruising kiss. Moaning in spite of himself,
Mitsunari�s efforts ceased, and he melted into the kiss, opening his mouth to
let Sakon�s demanding tongue in.

Sakon rolled them over again so that he was now on
top, and proceeded to kiss a path down the slender torso below him. �I�ve
decided,� he paused to say, rubbing a hand along Mitsunari�s thigh, �That it�s
a mortal sin for you to wear clothes.�

Mitsunari scoffed, hands buried in Sakon�s ebony
tresses. �So what, I should just walk around naked?�

�Now there�s an idea!�

Mitsunari smirked, arching his back slightly as
Sakon�s mouth continued downwards. He held his breath in anticipation, but let
it out again in an annoyed sigh when there was a tentative knock on the door.

Sakon looked up, just as irritated. �I�m not decent.
Who is it?�

�Forgive me, Sakon� I know it�s early, but I cannot
find Mitsunari. He�s not in his rooms�� came Kanetsugu�s� slightly concerned voice.

�Sakon�s mouth
twisted wryly, his eyes drifting over to Mitsunari�s blushing face. �I�ll let
him know you�re looking for him, if I see him. Don�t worry,
I�m sure he�s just gone out for a walk.�

Mitsunari sat up in alarm, hurriedly collecting his
clothes.

There was a pause at the door, and then, �Oh, I see�
thank you, then, and I am sorry again for disturbing you.� The sound of
Kanetsugu�s retreating footsteps followed.

Mitsunari let out another sigh, relieved this time.
��That could have been embarrassing,� he pulled on the last of his clothes,
blinking at Sakon.

The older man leaned on a raised knee, completely
unashamed of his own nudity. �Terrible timing. Just terrible.�

Mitsunari stood over Sakon, hands on his hips. He
tossed his hair. �It�s probably just as well he interrupted us. I can�t be late
for my duties, and you know it.�

Sakon slowly got to his feet. �That�s fair enough, but
I hope you realise I�m going to resume what we were doing as soon as there�s a
gap in your� duties.�

Mitsunari gaped. �It�s not like you don�t have better
things to do yourself, Sakon!�

�Okay,� Sakon conceded, smiling handsomely, �A gap in our duties.�

Shaking his head in disbelief, Mitsunari leaned up to
kiss his lover softly before heading to the door. �You�re going to make it very
difficult to keep this a secret.�

�Who said I wanted to?�

Mitsunari paused with the door half-opened, an
unreadable look on his face as he gazed at Sakon from over his shoulder. �Be
serious.�

�I am being
serious,� Sakon said, folding his arms across his chest.

Mitsunari was thoughtful again, then
shook his head. ��Be sensible, then.� And he left, sliding the door closed
behind him.

---//---

Mitsunari lay back with a heartfelt sigh, book in
hand. He was infinitely glad the day was over- he�d been working hard on a
seemingly endless pile of paperwork since dawn, and the hot weather had only
made him more irritable. Sakon had been absent for most of the day, apparently
running errands elsewhere. Now, he was finally winding down after exchanging
his heavier clothes for a thin blue yukata that was fastened especially
loosely.

While part of him was mourning the loss of his burly
lover, he was also glad of the chance to spend some peaceful time alone.

Rolling up his usual outfit and using it as a pillow,
Mitsunari flicked open the book and gazed serenely at the pages.

The door slid open. �Hello, my pretty.�

Mitsunari closed his eyes and his book simultaneously.
�Hello, Sakon.�

The larger man smiled smugly, walking in and sitting
cross-legged on the tatami beside Mitsunari. �You don�t look very pleased to
see me� Didn�t you miss me?�

The vulpine man fixed his gaze on Sakon, supporting
himself on his elbows. �Of course I did, but this is the first moment of quiet
I�ve had all day� and now you�ve interrupted it.�

Sakon chuckled, running a hand through his dark hair.
�I�m not, I just wanted to see you. Here, I�ll just
sit and be silent.� He lay down so that his head was by Mitsunari�s feet,
apparently content to relax and do nothing.

Mitsunari blinked in mild disbelief, then shrugged and
reopened his book, lying back down with his legs raised at the knees to support
it.

He was beginning to believe that Sakon had been
sincere, until a hand slid heavily down his thigh and came to rest on his
stomach. ��I knew it. You�re a complete letch.�

�Don�t blame me��
Sakon purred, �It�s you who�s hardly
wearing anything��

�And that�s an incentive to molest me?� Mitsunari
scoffed, �It�s too warm, today. I�m dressing for maximum comfort.�

�Mmm, and that�s fine by me�� the older man�s
fingertips parted the material folded over Mitsunari�s torso, stroking the pale
skin underneath appreciatively.�

Mitsunari bit his lower lip, deciding to ignore his
lover. ��Hmph.�

Unfazed, Sakon just went on smiling, leisurely
caressing the smaller male�s stomach in slow, feather-light circles. He was
highly amused to see that Mitsunari was glaring at the ceiling instead of
reading his book.

He gracefully changed positions until his face was
hovering over his master�s exposed abdomen, then he licked a wet trail over the
smooth skin, finally getting a grunt from his stubborn lover.

Mitsunari grabbed Sakon�s head, sitting up and glaring
at him. �Sakon, I�m trying to read!�

Sakon just smiled breezily. �I�m not stopping you. Ever
wanted to read a book in the nude?�

�No,� Mitsunari retorted, his glare intensifying when
Sakon casually unfastened his robe and stroked his hands lovingly over the
younger man�s body. He eventually softened, however, upon watching the adoring
look on Sakon�s face.

�Have you been thinking about this all day?� Mitsunari
asked gently, letting go of Sakon�s face and nudging his side with a knee.

�That�s a pretty fair approximation, yes,� Sakon
replied instantly, flicking his tongue into Mitsunari�s navel. �I�m hurt that
you haven�t been doing the same.�

�I didn�t say that,� Mitsunari corrected, averting his
eyes as the other samurai kissed at his inner thighs.

�Oh, so are you admitting that you did?� Sakon asked, his voice taking on
that familiar huskiness that Mitsunari was beginning to associate with his
amorous moods.

�Maybe a little,� Mitsunari confessed, uttering a soft
moan when Sakon ran a finger along his hardened length.

�That�s what I like to hear�� came
the smiled response, though Mitsunari was unsure whether he was referring to
the confession or the moan.

In the end, it wasn�t important, as the dark-haired
man took him deep into his throat and proceeded to make him forget all his
thoughts throughout the entirety of the day.
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