Katakura Kojuro sat inside a holding cell within the Toyotomi's castle. It had been more than a few days since he was ambushed and taken to this dark disgusting place. He quietly waited, simply biding his time for the perfect opportunity to escape, though they seemed to be eluding him. At around the same time every day, the white haired man named Takenaka Hanbei would enter the cell. Each day he demanded the same thing: "Join the Toyotomi army. I want you."
And each day, along with the same unappealing offer, was Kojuro's annoyed answer.
"There shall be no other man in my life but Masamune-sama." This man and his Toyotomi Empire was nothing Kojuro envied. He would watch the man pace the room, trying in vain to tempt his captive with delusions of grandeur. He would not be so easily deceived.
During Hanbei's last visit, he warned he would strike down the one-eyed dragon. Kojuro kept his cool, his only reply being that he shouldn't underestimate his lord. That earned him a harsh slap from the strategist's riding crop, right across his face too.
"I will have you..Katakura Kojuro."
That had been over a day ago. Kojuro stared out the barred windows, shifting so the chains around his wrists were in a more comfortable position. Outside, the sun was melting over a grassy knoll, another long day coming to an end. This was Kojuro's only view from his position at the moment. Somehow, he felt a sense of longing for his Lord and chuckled to himself. He felt like some damsel in distress waiting to be rescued.
Presently, he heard the trit-trotting of horse hooves, something common with Hanbei's arrival. A day late, but still, he had arrived. Kojuro stared down at the floor, acting oblivious to his presence as always as the slender man walked in.
Something was off this time, however. He heard him whispering to the guards followed by footsteps walking away. Kojuro looked up seeing Hanbei approach him with cold eyes. Kojuro focused his eyes on the silhouetted form in front of him. He was carrying a long box. Said box was presented before him. Hanbei smiled as he unwrapped it as if it were his own birthday present. Inside lay one of his beloved lord's swords, damaged and broken in half.
"Your lord is no more. Today, I was the victor." Hanbei's voice came out quiet and smooth. "I've brought this as proof."
Kojuro looked over the pieces as best he could without holding them himself. As sure as he was his lord's right eye, that was one of Date's swords.
The shackled man turned his head away.
" I do not believe he is dead."
"Even if he was.. There is but one lord for me." Disgruntled, Hanbei grabbed his prisoner by his hair yanking it at it's ends.
"You ought to watch your tongue, Kojuro. I don't think you fully realize just what position you are in." Kojuro winced feeling his scalp burn and a headache start to pulse through his skull. Hanbei's face was a mere inch from his now. His eyes darted over the rugged man's face, studying him like the map of a battle field.
"You didn't think I would actually fall for such a poorly planned trick like this, did you?" Kojuro grinned defiantly.
Hanbei had had enough irritations for one day. His dirty boot met with the face of his captive sending him smashing up against the wall.
"You are a fool to not accept my offer." Again his purple boot met with the other man's face, this time stepping and squeezing the defenseless man's jaw. He laid there and took it.
"Sooner or later, you're going to be mine." Hanbei had this look in his eyes that made Kojuro uncomfortable. If only his sword were here at his side.
Hanbei began taking his gloves off.
"The way you talk about your lord…I can relate to that feeling." Off came his cape and shoulder guard. Kojuro stared half listening. Was he preparing for some sort of attack?
Hanbei slid off his white and purple shirt as well.
No. No, that wasn't it at all.
Those lavender eyes stared into his own dark eyes.
"Have you a deeper relationship with your one-eyed dragon lord?" Hanbei bluntly asked.
This came as a surprise to Kojuro.
"I…no I..that isn't anything you need to concern yourself with." Kojuro looked away a bit embarrassed. However, it was true how he felt about his lord. 'Masamune…'
Hanbei knelt down next to him.
"I feel the same way for my own lord." A soft hand turned his sun kissed face towards the other tactician. Only then did Kojuro realize the other was completely naked besides his purple mask. He squirmed. "What are you doing?"
"Kojuro, tonight you will be mine. Even if you refuse, I will not be walking away from here empty handed." Hanbei's hands drifted down to his shirt, opening the heavily armored piece of clothing. Silently, Kojuro watched as those soft hands caressed his hard stomach and chest. He thought he heard Hanbei let out a sigh.
"This is getting weird." Kojuro pointed out. Hanbei seemed to not even notice, a small smile now on his lips.
"I'm sure..my lord's chest would feel something like yours."
Hanbei leaned down and dared to run his tongue up Kojuro's chest. Kojuro's eyes fluttered shut for a moment. He couldn't remember the last time someone had worshiped his body. Oh, how he longed for the day he could do the same to Masamune's own.
Looking down at the mess of hair in the dark, it wasn't hard to imagine that it was Masamune admiring his ripped torso. Those hands, would Masamune's feel this way? Soft and calculating? Kojuro let out a grunt. Hanbei made sure to lavish his nipples with his wet tongue. Hanbei moved their bodies closer, leaving a few bites along Kojuro's collar bones, moving up his neck with a long lick. Kojuro shuddered, eyes closed now.
Pearly white teeth nibbled at Kojuro's ear. Hanbei's hips jerked against his own, and a whimper met his ear. Damn, if he wasn't hard before he was definitely hard after hearing such a cute noise.
Kojuro opened his eyes and looked at Hanbei.
"Take my pants off." They were becoming increasingly uncomfortable around his hips.
Hanbei did as he was told, working them down around his prisoner's ankles. The flush that rose in Hanbei's cheeks was masked by the dark, but his shuddered breath didn't go unnoticed by the other man.
The chained tactician groaned feeling those hands once again on his stomach moving lower and settling on his engorged shaft. His hips bucked involuntarily. It was true, he needed this. He watched those hands work over his shaft, as those fingers would swipe against his tip.
"Oh.." Kojuro couldn't stop himself from thrusting into Hanbei's grip. That head dipped between his legs, and Kojuro lost himself at the feeling of being swallowed into Hanbei's moist cavern. All Kojuro could think of was Masamune pleasuring him this way. Kojuro imagined the look on the one-eyed dragon's face, heady and lustful. He wanted to reach down and pull his hair, push him all the way down on his cock.
Hanbei removed his lips from the other's need and Kojuro's reverie quickly ended. Hanbei's pale legs straddled his victim.
Kojuro looked up at him surprised.
"I…need you." Hanbei wasn't bluffing. The stiff erection between his legs was evidence enough. Kojuro jolted feeling Hanbei grab his shaft behind him and watched with an agape expression as the strategist lowered himself onto his awaiting dick.
All of the sounds Hanbei made as he forced himself down to Kojuro's hilt were driving the other crazy.
"Nnng! Ah!" Hanbei's cheeks flushed and his nails dug into the man's chest beneath him.
"You're bigger than I expected." Came Hanbei's sex drunken voice. Those walls clamped around him tightly, shivering and quaking. Kojuro could not stop his hips from arching up. It truly was bliss. Hanbei gasped and rolled his hips down onto Kojuro and they both groaned low. The slight frame above him rocked back and forth creating a wonderful friction, soft mewls coming from that strategist's lips. Kojuro bit hard into his lip. He was already so close after withholding himself from this pleasure for so long. He wouldn't let himself cum yet. He wanted to enjoy this moment for what it was worth.
Hanbei's muscles finally loosened and a whimper escaped his lips. Kojuro watched the other raise up only to come back down and envelope him inside his warmth again. He bit his lip at the amazing feeling.
Hanbei's body wracked with shudders as he began moving faster, calling out his master's name. "Hideyoshi…sama!" Kojuro's brow furrowed. How unromantic to call out another man's name, even though he was essentially doing the same thing with his own lord. He jerked his hips upward into that overwhelming heat, those hips above him moving in a sloppy rhythm. Hanbei's breathing was uneven, sighing lustfully with each of his movements. Hanbei cried out feeling the prick inside him strike that wonderful spot and he drove his hips down onto that same spot calling out his loved one's name. Kojuro couldn't help but let out soft grunts with each of Hanbei's movements. He was achingly ready to release now, each of Hanbei's shivers and spasms upon his member driving him insane. He came suddenly, thrusting into that warmth around him. Hanbei looked more than pleased and rode to his release, arching his back spraying Kojuro's stomach with his seed.
They both lay there catching their breath.
"I hope your lord was as good for you as my lord was for me."