I wrote this story about half a year ago but then forgot about it since I thought it was bad. When I reread it some days ago I thought "Well, it's not that bad" and decided to post it. I have to improve some scenes but since most of the story is already written the updates shouldn't take that long (There will be four chapters).

Originally it was supposed to be a oneshot but I came up with the plot for the other chaps .when I got bored during my cousin's wedding party. ^_^;

It was that time again and Hanzo was on his way to Odawara. On his way to Kotaro Fuma.

It had been four days since he had returned to Hamamatsu with his lord and their army. They had been away for a long time, fighting a battle that they nearly would have lost. It had been terrible. There had been destruction and death everywhere and Hanzo had been right there in the middle of it all. Like always he had played a very important role. Information gathering, infiltratiion, assassination, there had been a lot of pressure on him but like always he had successfully completed every mission given to him by his lord. Finally they had won and returned to Hamamatsu. Soon after their return Hanzo had left.

He looked around the forest. It wasn't very far, he was nearly there. To his right he saw one of Kotaro's dogs. It regarded him carefully and then started to howl. Hanzo didn't worry, the animal knew him.

When Kotaro's small house came into view he slowed down. The other didn't need to know how much he had hurried to get here.

He approached the house. It wasn't really a house but rather a small cabin, sitting secluded in the forest of Odawara, far away from everybody to allow its occupant complete isolation, but near enough to the castle so that Kotaro would be able to come to the aide of his lord if he needed to. Hanzo was just about to reach for the door when he heard a voice from somewhere behind him.

"I see you have returned."

Hanzo turned around and looked into the forest he had just come out of. The sun had set maybe an hour ago and he couldn't see where the voice had come from. There was a flash of red as Kotaro jumped down from a tree and walked towards him. Hanzo noticed that the other wore nothing but his pants and was looking at him intently.

When Kotaro stood right in front of him he spoke again. "So you survived the battle? That doesn't really surprise me. You are one of the best after all." He grinned.

"You know that I am not here for talking."

Kotaro chuckled. "Of course you aren't."

Immediately Hanzo's back hit the wall and the other was on him. Kotaro grabbed Hanzo's hips and lifted him up so that they were face to face, pressing Hanzo against the wall. Hanzo wrapped his legs around the bigger man's waist as he was crushed by the other's big chest.

Then Hanzo's mask and hood were ripped from his head as Kotaro attacked his neck, nipping and sucking all the way from his shoulder to his ear. There was nothing tender or loving about the gesture. It didn't matter that the other's teeth nipped his neck several times and he didn't care if the fluid running down his shoulder was saliva or blood. There would but bruises in the morning but it didn't matter, they would be covered by his hood.

Hanzo started thrusting his groin against Kotaro's stomach when he felt the other's mouth nibbling at his ear. Burying his hands in Kotaro's fiery hair he whimpered. This was one of his weak spots and Kotaro never failed to abuse that knowledge.

"Not here. Inside."

Kotaro looked up from Hanzo's neck and grinned. "As you wish." With one hand on Hanzo's ass and one around his shoulders Kotaro carried him inside.

When Kotaro moved in to kiss him on the lips Hanzo used his grip in the other's hair to pull his head back. He shot the bigger man a dark glare. "You know that I don't kiss."

The other smirked. "Why not? You don't know what you're missing."

"This is not up for discussion."

"Fine, have it your way." Then Kotaro laid him down on his futon. "Since you don't have any spare clothes I don't suppose I can simply rip them off?" Hanzo glared at him but only got another smirk in return. "What a shame, that would have been fun."

Hanzo watched as first his armour and then his shirt was taken off. When he had bared Hanzo's chest Kotaro started exploring it with his mouth, nipping his right nipple with his teeth while his left hand was pinching the other one. When he also used his other hand to massage the cock that was still covered by the pants, Hanzo arched his back and moaned, fisting his hands in the futon. If Kotaro kept this up he wouldn't be able to hold on very long.

He pushed Kotaro's head downwards, urging him on to take off his pants. The other released his nipple and grinned. "Impatient, aren't we?" But he complied nonetheless. While Kotaro nipped and bit on Hanzo's stomach he slowly slid the pants down so that Hanzo's cock sprang free, hard and ready for more.

When Kotaro had rid Hanzo of the rest of his clothes, he reached into the pocket of his own pants to take out a small vial with oil.

Hanzo was looking down at him surprised. "You knew that I was coming?" He was already breathing fast.

Kotaro had covered his fingers with oil. "My dog told me." He then knelt down between Hanzo's legs and started to prepare him, first inserting one finger and when he didn't meet much resistance adding a second one, moving them in and out.

Hanzo panted. "That's enough, do it."

Kotaro looked up, frowning slightly. "Difficult battle?"

"Just do it already!" Hanzo almost shouted.

He saw the other take off his pants and kneel down again between his legs. After covering his dick with the rest of the oil Kotaro reached for Hanzo's hips to position himself. Hanzo arched his back as he felt the other slowly push in. It felt so good. He needed this. Needed to feel the pressure and the slight pain from no being fully prepared. He tightly gripped Kotaro's shoulders, probably leaving bruises of his own.

When Kotaro was fully inside he stilled but Hanzo soon grew impatient. "What part of 'Just do it' don't you understand, damnit!"

He didn't have to ask twice as Kotaro pulled out and slammed back in. The moan that Hanzo let out was all that it needed for Kotaro to pound into him.

This was exactly what he needed. The slapping of flesh against flesh. Kotaro's hand that was pinching his nipple and the tongue that was licking his chest. But it wasn't enough.

"Please."

Kotaro grinned. "Please what?"

"Damnit Kotaro, don't play with me!"

"Tch, you are no fun." He reached down to grab Hanzo's dick and stroke him, causing the other to arch his back and moan even louder. "You are scaring all the wildlife around here." Kotaro leaned down to lick and bite at Hanzo's neck again.

The change in angle caused the bigger man to hit his prostate and all it took for Hanzo were a few more strokes before he found his release in an earth-shattering orgasm. He could feel that the other wasn't far behind when only a few seconds later a loud growl sounded through the room and Kotaro's heat flooded him.

Kotaro carefully pulled out before crashing down next to the smaller man. There was silence while both ninjas were trying to catch their breath.

It wasn't long before Hanzo got up to gather his clothes.

"You don't stay the night?"

He looked down where Kotaro still lay on the futon in all his naked glory. "You know that I never stay."

"Why not?" There was no teasing in Kotaro's voice, he was completely serious.

Hanzo sighed. They had the same discussion every time he came here. "You know that us having sex doesn't mean that I like you. You know why I am doing this."

Kotaro rolled his eyes. "How could I not know, you tell me the same thing every time you come to me after all." He crossed his arms behind his head. "You don't like me, you just use me and if we ever meet on the battlefield you will kill me without hesitation. I've heard it all. But despite all that you always come to me every time you return from a battle." A knowing smirk started to form on Kotaro's face. "You could look for somebody else in Hamamatsu you know. Even anonymously since I suppose that nobody there knows how you look like under your mask. But still you come all the way to Odawara, every time. You come to me."

Hanzo had problems holding Kotaro's intense gaze. He knew that there were things that Kotaro didn't say but they both knew. It wasn't a coincidence that he always came to Kotaro when he needed to forget. They were enemies, but nonetheless they might be the only ones able to understand each other. Understand that even though they were cold blooded killers on the battlefield, it didn't leave them unaffected.

He dropped the pants he had just picked up from the floor and lay back down on the futon next to Kotaro. He felt the other's strong arms wrap around him and then his back was pressed against Kotaro's chest.

His first instinct was to pull away and free himself from the other's embrace. But then he felt Kotaro's arms tighten around his chest even more and the other's warm breath hit his neck and suddenly he felt himself relax. Hanzo didn't know why, but oddly enough he felt kind of safe and protected, lying here in Kotaro's strong arms. It was really nice.

Hanzo was gone before sunrise.