Forcing Them Apart

Summary: Yukimura and Masamune have a complicated relationship, made worse when Masamune's mother enters their lives. And she's doing whatever she can to make Masamune miserable by going after the one thing he's come to love: Yukimura.

"Hey" –regular dialogue

'Hey' –thoughts

"Hey" –Engrish

A/n: Datesana is one of my favorite pairings of all time! I love Sengoku Basara and I have written a fanfic of it before. This goes on the same note of it, but way more drama involved.

What a beautiful day it is for Gakuen Basara High! The sun is shining just perfectly for the after school sports programs. A perfect time to run track, play tennis at the courts, and play soccer and baseball! While the first two have separate fields designated for their sport, soccer and baseball had to share. And how did they negotiate sharing? Like this:

"Date Masamune!" roared Yukimura, the Young Tiger of the school rushing into the classroom at mach speed with his adopted brother Sasuke and his best friends Mitsunari and Keiji right behind. Date Masamune, the infamous One-Eyed Dragon, was staring out of the window when his rival burst in with his lackeys. All of them were huffing and puffing, but glaring with heat at him. He raised a brow.

"What's wrong with you guys?" he asked, their classmates staring at the train wreck waiting to happen. Yukimura charged at him, slamming his hands on his desk.

"You promised that the field will be the soccer team's for today! We have a huge game next week and we have to prepare!" Masamune smirked. He did promise that, but then changed his mind and left a sign for them telling them that he wanted it back.

"So I changed my mind. Read the sign." Mitsunari growled and threw a crumpled paper at him.

"You mean this half-assed piece of shit?!" Masamune caught the paper expertly, opening it up so he could read it. He had written: Property of the One-Eyed Dragon! Keep out.

"So I changed my mind, so what?" he asked, tossing the paper in the air. Yukimura pointed a finger in his face, almost tempting Masamune to bite it.

"Uphold your honor! You swore to give us the field and there are no take backs!" Masamune was going to give them the field since he did promise, but teasing the little cub was way more fun. Besides, the only time Masamune gave him the field was when Yukimura gave him what he wanted.

"Heh! You know how we work, Red. If I give you the field, I get something in return." Mitsunari looked disgusted and backed off. Yukimura went bright red, Keiji's jaw dropped and Sasuke swooped in to rescue his younger brother.

"Hey, I don't think so! I know that look, Date." Masamune glared at him. Sasuke was always the one to get in the way whenever he teased Yukimura. He was overprotective and a pain in his ass.

"And what are you going to do about it, monkey?" Sasuke blinked, then bared his teeth. The nerve of this brat! His hand fisted at his side, something unnoticed by the class president at the front of the class. Ieyasu quickly got up from talking to Motochika to get in between Masamune and Sasuke.

"Hey, don't fight! Since we're all in the same class it's best to get along!" he said, his smile sunny. Mitsunari glared at the new threat.

"Just get along? Was that what you wanted?" he sneered, glaring at Ieyasu with pure hate. Ieyasu's face went flushed.

"Mitsunari, I-" But he froze when he saw the look of utter disgust on the other's face. And betrayal. Masamune saw the tension and smirked. Whatever between them was none of his concern. He got up and went to Yukimura, clapping his hand on his shoulder. The poor boy was chewing his bottom lip in a way that he adored. He more than likely knew what he wanted.

"You really want that field today, huh?" asked Masamune. Keiji and Sasuke were too busy defusing the situation between Mitsunari and Ieyasu to pay attention to Yukimura and Sasuke. Everyone else in the room was in their own little world. Yukimura nodded wildly.

"Yes! Please!" he begged. His team was counting on him to take the field back from the One-Eyed Dragon. Masamune leaned in so his face was an inch away from his. Yukimura's heart raced. What Masamune had done to him just a few days ago was still fresh in his mind.

"My house after practice. Make sure you tell that dad of yours that you'll be spending the night," he whispered into his ear, his lips brushing against his skin. Yukimura shuddered, a jolt of pleasure just from hearing Masamune speak that way ran down his spine. He breathed heavily, his eyes half-lidded. Masamune pulled away with his smirk still in place.

"Okay?" Yukimura couldn't say a word. He just nodded and tried to calm himself. Masamune patted his cheek.

"Good boy. I'll see you tonight." Yukimura quickly walked away, running to the bathroom. He rushed past Mori Motonari in the bathroom and to the sink, running cold water and splashing it on his face. Motonari stared at him emotionlessly, ripping off a sheet of towel.

"Sanada-kun, are you all right?" he asked. Yukimura nodded quickly, taking the paper towel Motonari handed to him.

"H-hai, Mori-dono! Please excuse my appearance." Motonari stared at him as if he didn't believe him, but shrugged.

"Very well. Sarutobi-kun came up to me the other day asking if I'd like to join you all in working at the café Maeda-kun's aunt is opening. Please inform him that I will participate." Yukimura brightened.

"You will, Mori-dono?! That is wonderful news! Thank you!" Motonari nodded.

"I suggest you keep your business with Date-kun discreet." He watched as Yukimura's eyes widened, smirking.

"You look so surprised that I know. You two aren't exactly subtle." He started out the bathroom, turning one last time to him. "Make sure you do well in next week's game, Sanada-kun. Don't make that favor to him go to waste."

Yukimura hung his head in shame. He turned to the bathroom mirror, seeing his uniform a wrinkled mess as it always was. His shirt was buttoned up to his neck. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt to the middle of his chest. Dotting his clavicle were several dark hickeys. He sighed. His complicated, highly physical relationship with Masamune was toxic in a way that he couldn't explain. The tension between the two was high before it escalated to this. How many times had he let Masamune touch him in a way that only lovers did? Every time he did, Yukimura would do nothing but want more and more.

He took a deep breath and lay his forehead on the cold mirror. How many people knew about that the two did together when no one was around? Kojuurou and Mitsunari did. Sasuke and Motonari might. Keiji had a feeling. Everyone else just assumed that the two were rivals. It was much more than that. And his oyakata-sama? He could only imagine what his reaction would be, the shame on his face for having an adopted son engaging in sin. And with a man, no less! He bumped his head on the mirror several times.

"I'm so ashamed…"

Uesugi-sensei was teaching at the front, but Yukimura wasn't paying attention from his place in the front. He kept looking over at Masamune, who was looking right at him with a lusting smirk on his face. He shivered and looked away, trying to focus on Uesugi-sensei and not his raging hormones.

After class, Kasuga sprang up to Yukimura while he was packing his stuff up in his backpack. Her blonde hair swung about as she moved.

"Hey, Yuki-chan!" she greeted brightly. He smiled politely.

"Hello, Kasuga-nee-chan!" he greeted, bowing to her.

"What are you doing after practice?" she asked, sitting on his desk. "I wanted to get everyone together to go over the menu before the opening next week! Since Motonari's working with us now, we have to make sure we all know it together." After practice he had to go pay Masamune back for letting him use the field. He was already getting chills thinking about it. He shook his head.

"I'm sorry, but I must decline. I have a previous engagement to attend to. I'll be able to next week after my game!" Kasuga pouted.

"Oh okay. Well, when you have free time, remember to look it over on your own! Good luck!" She hurried away, no doubt going to talk to Uesugi-sensei, her crush.

After soccer practice, Yukimura showered in one of the shower stalls with Sasuke in the stall next to him. His mind was full of improvements needed to be made before the big game.

"Danna, are you going home tonight? Kasuga told me you were going somewhere." Yukimura froze. He had to see Masamune tonight. He cleared his throat.

"No, I'm spending the night at Masamune-dono's. We're going over English." Okay, that was half a lie. He heard Sasuke hum for a second, then chuckle.

"You're still not getting good marks on it, huh? Do you have to ask Masamune, though? I hate that brat. He gets on my nerves with his disrespect. Well, did you tell Oyakata-sama?" Yukimura gulped. He had called Takeda Shingen and the older man laughed at him, saying how good he was to focus on his studies and not just sports. He felt terrible for lying…

Kojuurou was the one who answered the door of Date mansion. He made no attempt to smile, but nodded politely.

"Sanada-kun, welcome. Masamune-sama was waiting for you. I made you dinner and safely assumed that you will be spending the night with him, but prepared a bed for you in the guest room." Yukimura shakily smiled.

"Thank you, Katakura-dono." Kojuurou's eyes narrowed as he shut and locked the door. He knew about Masamune's feelings for the boy. But this boy was in denial. Sometimes he wondered if his lord forced him into this, but Yukimura's moans meant otherwise.

"I believe it is in your best interests to see Masamune-sama first," he suggested. Yukimura slowly nodded and ascended up the round staircase. Kojuurou smiled secretly to himself and went back into the kitchen to put away the dinner he had made for Yukimura. He imagined that they weren't going to do come down anytime soon.

Yukimura entered Masamune's room, forgetting to knock. Masamune was on his king-sized bed with his shirt off and on his phone. Yukimura felt his face go hot. Masamune was built, his muscles hard whenever Yukimura was pressed against them. Already he felt a hot arousal deep in the bottom of his belly, longing for him. Masamune looked up from his phone and smirked.

"You're late. I was worried you weren't going to show up." Worried? Yukimura almost laughed. The other was more likely to storm his house if he didn't come.

"I gave you my word. As you gave yours to give us the field." Masamune smirked.

"That's my boy. Now come here." He beckoned him over with a finger. Yukimura's heart pounded with each step he took to reach his side. Masamune sat up when Yukimura was next to the bed.

"Take off your shirt and get on," he ordered. Yukimura gulped, nervously unbuttoning his shirt with shaky fingers as Masamune watched him carefully with his one eye. The shirt fell on the ground ungracefully and Yukimura was hauled onto the bed. Masamune was impatient. He pinned him under him and was already forcing their lips together, tongues swirling and diving into the other mouth. Yukimura struggled to keep up, still inexperienced despite their encounters. Their saliva mixed together, dribbling down Yukimura's chin in a messy kiss.

Masamune released him to go after Yukimura's neck, kissing his marks he had left on his skin. He smirked. He would make his marks on Yukimura last for as long as they lived. Some of them were fading and healing to his chagrin.

"Looks like I have to make new marks," he commented, his words serious. Yukimura gasped.

"No more, please! Someone will see them!" Not the answer Masamune wanted to hear. He grits his teeth and grasped the back of Yukimura's head, forcing him to look into his eye.

"Then everyone will see that you're mine. I don't see a problem with that." Yukimura kept shaking his head no.

"Please, no more marks!" he pleaded. It was so adorable to see him beg like that. Giving him what he wanted wouldn't be a problem either.

"Then you're gonna have to do something in return. And this isn't something you won't say no to." Yukimura was nodding quickly.

"Anything! Just don't give me more marks for people to see." Masamune was going to make him not regret his words. With one hand, he grabbed his own pants and started to undo them.

That's the first chapter! Tell me what you thing! Sorry for the cliffhanger, but this chapter was getting a bit long.

Next chapter preview:

"Masamune-sama. I have news for you."

"What the fuck, Kojuurou?! It can wait!"

"Sir, it can't. Please listen. Your mother is arriving tomorrow morning."