A/N: Forgive me if this piece of writing is terrible. I have been down in the dumps lately, being swamped with uni work and endless drifting. My current drive has fallen to Sengoku Basara and I believe Yukimura needs to be kidnapped and be wedded. He is just that precious. Alas, this shall be my first M-rated fic which has actual R-18 stuff inside it, though I've split this supposed one-shot into parts because for some reason the word count kept growing. I had written this fic as a challenge to myself and to contribute something to the SB fandom, so here we go.
Summary: [AU] Really, if Yukimura hadn't looked at that time, he wouldn't be experiencing this strange burning in his chest. He wouldn't have found his eyes straying a little too much. And he certainly wouldn't find himself in this surreal situation where his nails were digging into Date Masamune's back. [DateSana]
Warnings: Slight OOC perhaps (not too sure if I fully captured their characters). Shonen-ai. A first attempt at writing a relatively mild R18 scene. Yikes.
Disclaimer: Sengoku Basara solely belongs to Capcom, Production I.G. and the genius minds of those who had worked together to create such a fabulous piece of work. I merely pinched some of the characters to play with.
A d o l e s c e n c e
a DatexSana story
By su I k a's w I n d o f t h e c e l e s t I a l
It was purely accidental.
Yet Yukimura, after shaking off the initial shock which had waved over him and swiftly turning on his heel to face the opposite wall in order to give the other man some privacy out of his own discretion, was the least to say still somewhat disturbed. It was bewildering to the young man as he stood there, his fingers long unclothed from his leather gloves twitched and tingled from the sudden feel of just how alien and naked his hands seemed to feel at that moment. He swallowed back the lump which had formed his throat and trained his eyes to the few articles of his own garment by his feet. His toes tentatively curled against the smooth surface of the tatami floors as if to maintain his balance upon it.
There was a telltale swish of fabric through air and the dull thump of clothes upon the ground.
Yukimura, in spite of knowing just how wrong it was, could not help but seize this opportunity to steal another small glance.
Broad shoulders.
Old fading battle scars.
Wiry muscles rooting across in a complex network under that smooth expanse of skin…
"Oi. Sanada."
Yukimura quickly averted his eyes and trained back them back to a particular spot on the floor. He bit his lower lip.
"You coming?" There he goes again, with those strange beguiling words that just seemed to easily roll off that foreign tongue with that peculiar liquid-like quality. For some reason at this particular moment and to his ears, Masamune had sounded different than usual. His voice was huskier. Each syllable by which he had articulated in his own unique Date-esque way was sending shivers down Yukimura's spine. And it was not because of fear. No, it was not fear. No, it was more like…it was almost something akin to that suffocating, overwhelming surge of feeling he gets whenever he dashes through a battlefield, eyes looking straight ahead – all in search of that one man. Yukimura reached up and tightened his grip around the hem of his trousers.
"Please excuse me Lord Masamune but there is…I just remembered there is a matter which I need to tend to first. Please, go in before me. I shall accompany you after…after I've completed my task. It shouldn't take too long."
Masamune clicked his tongue in a slight annoyance. "Don't you have that monkey to do errands for you? Seriously, you need to take a step back and relax once in a while. Okay. On your way out, can you tell Kojuro to not cook anymore leeks tonight? I'm getting sick of them. He seriously down cool down with all those leeks he keeps growing in his garden. It's like every night he-"
Yukimura could only manage to make a small nod of affirmation as Masamune's voice gradually drifted into the clouds of hot steam which had escaped the baths the moment he pulled the door back and slowly made his way in, the muscles of his arms and legs rippling with every stride he took.
"Oi Yukimura, you better hurry up with that task of yours or you'll be missing out on Oshu's best herbal bath that my men have prepared, you see?"
"Y..Yes. Thank you for hospitability, Lord Masamune. As you wish my Lord…I…shan't be long."
Masamune snorted in amusement and slid the door close, shutting off the welcoming warmth which Yukimura found his body, sore from all the intense training routine he had gone through the day with the Lord of Oshu, slowly beginning to yearn for. Normally, he would have quickly strip off his armour and undergarments, jump into the hot bath with much vigour and sigh in relief as soon as the hot herbal water would work their magic to ease his strained muscles. He would sit beside the One-Eyed Dragon and share a drink with him, eyes gleaming in drunken happiness as they would exchange silly stories about their latest escapades with their retainers. He would sit beside Masamune and relish in those rare moments of calm, the reality of a battle-torn era long forgotten and pushed to the back of their minds after cups and cups of cool sake. Yes. That was what normally would happen.
However.
Yukimura felt the sudden surge of warmth sweep across his cheeks as his ears reddened. His heart was racing and pounding – somuchsomuchitsgoingtoburst– against his chest. His breathing had become slow, difficult and ragged.
Teeth digging into the soft flesh of his quivering lip with increasing pressure, he stared down at the noticeable tent that had formed beneath his trousers. There was a sudden pang of something in his chest and Yukimura could not help but slip his hand beneath the hem and gently grasp the hardening length of his erection.
There were a few splashes within the bath and clouds of hot steam had escaped up into the night sky as a long blissful sigh had echoed through the rice paper screens of the sliding door.
Yukimura, upon hearing such a peculiar guttural and exotic sound from his rival, could not hold back the small strangled gasp he had been trying to stifle and crumpled to ground, knees weak.
"Master."
A flicker of silver.
"Master."
The fluttering of unruly brown strands.
"Maaaster."
And a bead of sweat rolled down the angular curve of Masamune's jaw, slowly slithering down and down and down the column of that beautifully strong neck – gliding ever so smoothly over the man's fine collarbone that strangely looked so unbelievably–
"Yo." Suddenly a pair of bright forest green eyes appeared and they were peering right back at him, shining with impishness. Yukimura yelled out in surprise and out of reflex, lashed out a clenched fist straight at the person's face. Sarutobi Sasuke who was quick on his nimble feet, merely sidestepped around his superior and watched in amusement as the young man staggered a few steps in order to maintain his balance before he eventually whirled around to face the ninja and pin him with a questioning look. Upon being startled in such a manner, Yukimura had now seemed to have shaken off the strange look on his face, however…
Sasuke furrowed his brows in thought.
His superior's posture said otherwise.
Shoulders slightly hunched, hands hanging uselessly by his sides, fingers twitching every now and then…
Sasuke glanced up.
And those eyes.
He followed Yukimura's gaze and found that it was uncannily fixed solely upon the One-Eyed Dragon, those eyes following his every movement and paying no need to the frequent flickers of light which had bounced across his face by the Lord of Oshu's swift arching sweeps through the air with his katana. Sasuke was fully aware of the fact that Yukimura was entranced by Date Masamune yet…somehow…
"Uh, Master?"
Like before, the Young Cub of Kai made no response. Better yet, it almost seemed as if he didn't even realise that Sasuke was standing right beside him. He just stood there with his face turned towards to the man who was training outside and stared, his facial muscles tense with…something. Sasuke couldn't pinpoint what it was. Before he could delve further, Yukimura suddenly straightened his back and promptly turned on his heel.
"Mast-"
Yukimura's swift footsteps echoed around the corner. Only this time, instead of the usual enthusiastic spring in his step, his superior was walking in a state of unexpected urgency – which merely caused the ninja to raise his brow in bewilderment.
Just what…?
It was suddenly silent, save for the gentle breeze which drifted through the courtyard, and Sasuke glanced over to Date Masamune who had suddenly stopped the upward sweeping motion of his katana. After a few seconds of holding that pose, Masamune soon lowered his blade and after a short pause…
"Tch."
He clicked his tongue and forcefully sheathed his sword.
Sensing his cue, Sasuke had wisely chose that moment to disappear before the young lord could see him as he stormed across the courtyard with an indiscernible look upon his face.
A/N: And I shall stop there for now. Do drop in a review, it'd be most appreciated, well loved and treated like gold as the next update will be just around the corner! That is, if I enough musou/energy/magicpowder to rev me up and get me going. ^^;;