A/N: Still working on writing smut! And thank you to the reviewers, followers and those who put the story as a favorite already!
Yukimura's face was probably blazing red when he realized what Masamune had done. The One Eyed Dragon had undone the buttons of his jeans and pulled down, exposing the tent in his boxers to the innocent Yukimura. He was on his knees next to the bed with Masamune sitting up on the side. He looked up at him with liquid eyes like a sad puppy. Masamune chuckled.
"Oi, don't give me that look. We've done this plenty of times." He saw Yukimura hesitate. Rage bubbled in his veins, but he forced himself to calm down. He didn't want to scare him away, but damn he was impatient.
"B-but…a-are you sure this is what you want?" he stuttered. It was almost laughable. Masamune never regretted his desires.
"Heh! What's wrong, Sanada Yukimura? Scared?" he taunted. Yukimura's temper flared. He was never one to back away from a challenge, but this wasn't any challenge he was used to taking on.
"I…I'm not scared!" He was fucking terrified. Masamune gently stroked Yukimura's head. His cock ached to be inside him. It didn't matter if it was his mouth or ass, it just had to be Yukimura's.
"Just relax, little cub." He used the nickname he gave him as affection, one that always made Yukimura feel all warm and gooey inside. Visibly, he saw Yukimura relax, his fingers gliding from Masamune's abs to the top of his hot erection. His breathing had calmed down considerably, his mind letting go and his body moving on its own accord. He clenched his fingers around the lining of the boxers, pulling down to reveal Masamune's hard on. Masamune's breathing intensified with his anticipation. He ran his fingers through his cub's soft hair, tracing down to his chin. Yukimura opened his mouth and slowly licked the tip, his hot tongue swirling around gently and down the base. Masamune exhaled harshly, throwing his head back. He wanted nothing more than to have Yukimura suck him all in, but this way he knew Yukimura was doing what he wanted without forcing him.
His tongue traced down to Masamune's balls, licking the sensitive area and making Masamune shudder in pleasure. His willpower was crumbling down with each stroke of the tiger cub's tongue. Yukimura watched Masamune's face, feeling a burst of pride. Feeling more confident and comfortable, he sucked the tip hard. A loud groan escaped Masamune's mouth, his fingers tightening around Yukimura's head. He slowly pushed him down to take more of him in.
"Mmph!" Yukimura gasped, sucking down harder when Masamune's precum coated his tongue. He bobbed his head faster, going down to the base and back up. As dirty as it sounded, he loved the way Masamune felt in his mouth. He loved what Masamune did to him, made him feel. The guiltiness would come back in the morning, but for now this was between them. He moaned with no shame, wanting Masamune to cum in his mouth.
Masamune forced himself back to reality, pushing Yukimura away from him. The look of utter betrayal he gave him made him chuckle.
"Heh. You want me, don't you?" he teased, letting him sit next to him on the bed. Guilelessly, he nodded. Masamune kissed him deeply, getting on top of him and shoving him onto his back.
"Tell me where." Masamune's lips kissed his neck and nibbled at the old marks, careful not to make and new ones. Yukimura bit his lip. His mouth opened, but words failed him. When Masamune saw him hesitate again, he looked into his eyes.
"You just had no problem saying you wanted me. Now where?" The command in his voice sent a jolt tingling down his groin. Masamune smirked and slid down to Yukimura's chest, his tongue poking out of his mouth to circle around his right nipple. Yukimura arched his back and moaned.
"I-in me…" he muttered quietly.
"Eh? Say it clearly." He bit down on his nipple. Yukimura cried out.
"In me!" he yelped. As he finished, Masamune thrust into him. All his control was gone. Yukimura gasped, grabbing onto his lover as he was pounded into.
"Nnh…uh…ah! S-s-s-slow down!" he pleaded, Masamune's pace like a jackhammer's. He growled, seizing Yukimura's hardened cock.
"Never…" He started jacking him off fiercely with his thrusts, the sensation driving him over the edge. Yukimura's hips moved in tune with Masamune's, taking each thrust with vigor.
"Mmh…more!" he breathed. A cruel smirk reached Masamune's lips. He stopped to switch to a better angle, hitting Yukimura's sweet spot. Yukimura moaned, looking up at him. Masamune gave him a passionate kiss.
"You wanted this. Even if you beg me to stop I won't." He thrust into him again, hitting that spot again. When Yukimura moaned and arched into him, Masamune started his pace hard and fast.
"Ah! M-Masamune-dono!" he cried, moving his hips so Masamune could hit his spot harder and deeper. The pleasure building up in his body exploded into a trembling orgasm. His cum spurted over his chest but Masamune didn't stop. He bent down to lick some of it off, giving him a sexy grin.
"My turn." Yukimura nodded. "Turn over."
Masamune groaned as he pulled away. Yukimura trembled, shaking as the pleasure racked his body. He climbed up to the headboard and grasped the cool metal bars. His ass was exposed to his partner, looking back over his shoulder.
"Take me." A primal urge took over him. He grabbed Yukimura's hips and forced himself into him from behind.
"Fuck, you're tighter like this." Yukimura hummed, moving back into his hips. Masamune bent over so he was next to Yukimura's face. The other boy nuzzled his cheek.
"Harder," he whispered. Masamune gripped his hair and pushed Yukimura down, tilting his waist higher. His pace was harder, uncontrollable. The tightness of his boy was amazing, bringing his orgasm closer as he hit his sweet spot over. Yukimura got tighter and tighter around his cock, pushing back and moving faster with him. The headboard slammed against the wall, the creaking of the matress springs accompanying the grunts and moans of the two on top.
Masamune came inside him, his semen filling Yukimura and dribbling down Yukimura's legs and the bed. Yukimura let out a throaty groan, breathing heavily. He fell on the bed, Masamune pulling out of him. They lay in silence, their breathing the only sound in the room. Yukimura was fast asleep, his face peaceful as he turned on his back and snored away. It was hard to believe that the two were having sex before. It wouldn't be long until Yukimura would wake up with a guilty look on his face. What was there to be embarrassed about? He wanted their activities to be kept under wraps so that no one would find out. Masamune laid his hand on Yukimura's cheek, giving him a kiss. One day Yukimura would confess to him. In front of Takeda and no longer be 'ashamed.'
A knock at the door made him jump, his heart racing. He threw the blanket over Yukimura's naked form and had barely managed to get his boxers on when Kojuurou let himself in. His guardian's face was pale with worry.
"Masamune-sama. I have news for you." Masamune growled. He almost gave him a heart attack!
"What the fuck, Kojuurou?! It can wait!" he shouted. Luckily Yukimura slept like the dead so he didn't so much as flinch at the noise. Kojuurou kept his voice down just in case. He looked at Masamune with no sign of backing down.
"Sir, it can't. Please listen. Your mother is arriving tomorrow morning." A chill went down Masamune's body. He looked back at Yukimura in concern.
"Does she know about Yukimura?" he asked. Kojuurou sighed and led him out of the room to the hallway.
"I don't know. She said she wanted to see her oldest son. She will be here for a few months." Masamune's eyes bugged out of its sockets.
"Months?! Living here?!" By the end of the first week he would throw her out. Kojuurou shook his head.
"I still don't know. I will find all I can to see what she wants. I recommend that you keep Sanada-kun away from her." Masamune angrily punched the wall.
"Shit. Kojuurou, you have to find out fast. And take Yukimura home now. If she's here in the morning, she'll see him." Kojuurou nodded, feeling a stab of sympathy when he saw the love in his master's face.
"We will fix this, milord." Masamune snorted.
"Or we kill her."
Yukimura was sore when Masamune had waked him up. He was unsure where he was and how he got dressed, but Kojuurou was driving him home. He only heard mumbling and Masamune's voice until we was inside the car. It was strange. Masamune had never urged him to leave so suddenly. A knot twisted in his gut. He felt used and tainted.
Kojuurou called Sasuke out of their home to walk Yukimura in. His brother looked suspicious when he noticed how sore he looked, but Kojuurou smoothly lied saying that he and Masamune were fighting at his home.
"Those two always fight, Sarutobi. I'm surprised that you're so shocked." Sasuke didn't look convinced.
"Riiiight. Go back to your master and get off our property." Kojuurou's eyes narrowed angrily, but he merely walked away. He had far more problems to worry about than some mouthy teenager. Yukimura leaned on Sasuke, feeling down.
"Please bring me to my room, Sasuke. I'm tired." Sasuke grinned.
"Sure thing, danna. Up you go."
Sasuke placed him down on his bed. Yukimura looked sick as he curled into his sheets. Sasuke frowned as he set Yukimura's phone on his nightstand.
"You okay?" he asked. Yukimura couldn't fake a smile.
"I don't know…"
When Yukimura woke up, he felt a little better than last night. He got up from bed, wincing at how sore his muscles still were. His head throbbed as he moved. Feeling like he was going to throw up, he lay back down to steady himself. He briefly checked his phone. 'Six a.m.,' he thought, groaning. A message from Mitsunari had been sent to him last night.
'Meet with me at seven before school starts,' he had texted. He got ready and went downstairs.
Takeda Shingen was reading the paper with Sasuke making breakfast. Shingen looked up and grinned.
"Yukimura! Sasuke was telling me you looked sick last night. But I told him it must be a lie! Since when have you bowed down to an illness?" he asked, his voice booming. Yukimura shook his head.
"Never, Oyakata-sama! I was merely sick for a little-"
"You fool!" He was cut off by a punch from his adoptive father. It sent him reeling back and into the wall, making a crack. Shingen stood over him with his arms crossed.
"You say never and yet you were?! I did not raise you to be a hypocrite!" Yukimura gasped, realizing his mistake and jumping to his feet.
"Gomenasai, Oyakata-sama! I did not want you to worry!" He punched him back under the jaw, making him stumble. Shingen chuckled.
"Never lie to me again!" He punched him back. Yukimura didn't think of the other lie he told him, living only in this moment.
"I understand, Oyakata-sama!" Punch.
"YUKIMURA!" Punch.
"OYAKATA-SAMA!" Punch. At the stove, Sasuke covered his ears and sighed.
"Yare yare…"
Yukimura left for school before Sasuke to meet with Mitsunari. The stoic teen was waiting for him outside the gate of the school, looking tired. Yukimura smiled politely.
"Mitsunari-dono! I'm sorry I didn't text you back last night. What did you need?" The silver haired student grunted and held up a notebook.
"I came early to ask you to look over Matsu-san's menu with me. I wasn't able to go yesterday because Nene-sama asked me to help her with errands. Kasuga told me you didn't come either." Yukimura blushed as last night's events ran through his mind.
"A-ah. I did not." Mitsunari quirked a brow.
"Let me guess. Masamune?" When his eyes went wide, Mitsunari rolled his eyes.
"You're so predictable. I won't tell Sasuke. It's none of my business what you do with that reckless bastard. Let's go study in homeroom." Yukimura bit his bottom lip as they walked into the school. Mitsunari was always smart, but if he figured it out quickly what Yukimura and Masamune's relationship was, eventually others would find out.
Almost no students were around since it was an hour before class. Only students in extracurricular activities were cooped up in separate rooms. The student council was having an early meeting in a large room as they walked past. Yukimura tilted his head. Why wasn't Mitsunari in the meeting? He was the Vice President.
"Mitsunari-dono, are you not needed for the student council meeting?" he asked out loud. Mitsunari winced. He was loud enough to be heard by the meeting goers inside.
"Forget it, Yukimura. Let's hurry before they notice." Odd. Mitsunari was running from something? He was always fearless. But Yukimura felt guilty for letting them hear him and sped up his pace alongside his friend.
"Mitsunari!" they heard someone yell behind them. Yukimura looked over his shoulder and saw Ieyasu running after them. Mitsunari scowled.
"Dammit." Ieyasu got in front of them with a worried look on his face.
"I called you last night for the meeting today." Mitsunari crossed his arms over his chest.
"Guess I didn't want to go," he said plainly. Ieyasu frowned.
"Are you sure? We still need to meet up-" Mitsunari suddenly snapped.
"After what you did, what makes you think I ever want to be alone with you?!" he shouted. Yukimura jumped. What was going on? Ieyasu was saddened.
"I only wanted to…" he trailed off when Mitsunari walked away with Yukimura close behind. "Wait!"
They ignored him. Yukimura worriedly looked at Mitsunari, who was angrier than usual. He opened the door to the empty classroom and went in. They took their seats and got out their notebooks with the menu written in. Mitsunari looked bothered. It bothered him to see his friend like that.
"Are you all right, Mitsunari-dono? What happened between you and Ieyasu-dono?" A long time ago, Mitsunari and Ieyasu were close as kids. When they got older, they still had a strange relationship, but this was more than that. Mitsunari frowned and pushed his notebook away.
"Ieyasu called me a few days ago to go over a presentation for a meeting. I went to his house and we were going over the material. Out of nowhere, he just went crazy and confessed. I freaked out and said no, but he didn't like that. He kissed me and he didn't let me go until I threw him off." He leaned his head on his hands. Yukimura stared in disbelief. The kind and compassionate Ieyasu was capable of that?
"I've never known him to be forceful in that regard. He can be stubborn, but not like that." When Mitsunari looked up at Yukimura, he could see the look of betrayal he had when Masamune suddenly made him go home. "Looks like you can never really know who a person is. That's why I was so angry. He didn't stop when I asked him to. I wasn't ready for all that."
Yukimura saddened. "Mitsunari-dono, I'm so sorry." He shook his head. He looked more betrayed than angry now.
"Don't be. It wasn't your fault." Yukimura took a deep breath.
"Forgive me if I am too crass, but you do not seem so angry about it." Mitsunari shook his head again.
"Being angry in front of him is the easiest way I can deal with it. I don't know how I feel for him, but I don't feel happy that he didn't let me think about it. I've never hated Ieyasu. I've always been annoyed with him and can tolerate him, but I can't talk to him because I keep thinking about what he did." He sighed and pulled his notebook back. "Just forget it. Let's worry about this."
Yukimura sighed and opened his notebook. He had an eerie feeling that he too would do the same to Masamune.
Masamune glared at the woman across from him at the dining table. She was dressed in a traditional kimono with her hair pulled back neatly and a single golden dragon decorative pin expertly placed in her luxurious locks. She was sitting with proper formal posture drinking her tea elegantly. Her face was serene as she drank, her makeup covering whatever wrinkles she had perfectly. She placed her cup down with practiced ease, regarding Masamune.
"Now Masamune, what have I told you about sitting properly? It's impolite to slouch," she said, her tone a false sweet. He gave her a fake smile.
"I wouldn't know. You didn't pay much attention to me growing up." Kojuurou was watching the tension grow between the two. Yoshihime was never a good mother to his master. Her attention was more towards Masamune's younger brother Kojiro. Yoshihime sneered.
"You gave me such a problem when you were a boy. I'd never think that anyone would want their child to be like their younger sibling, but Kojiro is such a good boy. He listens to what I say and does what I ask of him." Masamune scoffed.
"That's because you bred him to be your puppet." She didn't flinch.
"And last I checked, he is attracted to women." Masamune went pale. There's no way she knew. She looked disgusted. "Just when I thought you couldn't be any more disgraceful to your family. You, someone who claims to be so masculine, falls for a simple boy. Though I must say, he looks very good."
She took a picture out of her pocket, sliding it across the table in front of him. Yukimura's grinning face smiled at him after making a winning goal at a game. Masamune for once felt fear. But he wasn't going to let her know that.
"How did you get this?" he asked. She shook her head.
"I always have someone watching you, Masamune." She produced a silk handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes, careful not to smudge her makeup and faked a sob. "You caused your dear mother such grief when you lived at home. I had no choice but to do this when you left Oshu. How else would I sleep at night not knowing if you were tarnishing the name of Date?"
"Does the old man know?" he barked, referring to his father. She made a disgusted noise, ignoring his question.
"And you address your father with such disrespect! I truly am amazed that he did not disown you when you left." Masamune smirked cruelly.
"And I'm truly amazed he didn't divorce you after he told you never to come home." For a split second, rage flared on her perfectly groomed face. Terumune and Yoshihime did not often see eye to eye. When it came to Masamune, his father had complete faith that the clan's business would flourish under his command. Kojiro was too soft and needed to be told what to do by a team of advisors. Masamune made decisions on his own with only Kojuurou to be sure it was alright. Their fights over the rightful heir were a constant battle. One thing led to another and his father asked her to leave their main house and moved her into a villa they owned in Oshu. Out of respect as she was his wife of over twenty years, he did not end their marriage. Her rocky marriage was always a sore spot that if pushed could send her into a rage, something Kojuurou did not want. Yoshihime was not known to be honorable when angry.
"Masamune-sama, please show some restraint and respect," he said tersely. It sounded like a threat, but was a warning. Yoshihime sent him a lovely smile.
"Ah, Kojuurou. Your loyalty is unmatched and admirable. It is such a shame that my husband sent you to care for Masamune when he was only four. I imagine he is a handful." Kojuurou shook his head and coughed into his fist.
"Not at all, Okugata-sama. It is my duty and honor to serve Masamune-sama." She kept her smile.
"But still, your loyalty is such a waste on my eldest son. He has always pushed for independence and yet he brings such shame to us. Perhaps it would be best if you left his service to watch my dearest Kojiro." She laughed delicately in her hand. "He would not give you too much trouble."
She looked back at Masamune. Her smile was still there yet her eyes were stone cold. "My younger son is much more suitable to take over the clan over my eldest. He does what he can to bring us honor and will gladly have children with a wife to continue the Date lineage."
Masamune had only a second to answer back. His next words were single stabs to his heart. He had to do it to protect Yukimura.
"What are you talking about, Mother?" He tapped the picture. "He means nothing to me." Kojuurou blinked and turned to him. Even Yoshihime was genuinely surprised.
"What do you mean?" they both asked in unison. He hated how weak he was sounding. But if he did this only for a few months, then she'll be gone for good.
"He's is my rival. Nothing more. You're wasting your time thinking that he is." She pretended to laugh, but was still suspicious.
"Is he? Then there is still hope. I'm sure someone with your…charm can find a girl worthy of bearing children for the Date." Her eyes gleamed with mischief. "And while I'm here, I can approve of her."
Shit. Masamune dug himself one hell of a fucking hole. She stood and brushed her kimono off.
"As much as I love this gorgeous home," she had a condescending look as she stared around, "I will have to reside in the vacation home on the other side of town. I will be sure to visit. Often," she added with a small smirk. Kojuurou saw her out personally and escorted her to the family's business BMW.
Masamune sighed, feeling disgusted with himself. What had he done? And most importantly, what would he do about Yukimura? Kojuurou came back looking grim.
"Masamune-sama-" He didn't look at him.
"I screwed myself, didn't I, Kojuurou?" Kojuurou looked away, feeling ashamed of himself. All these years of protecting him and he couldn't from that witch.
"Please, milord, I assure you I can find a reason to take her back to Oshu. Oyakata-sama-"
"Don't tell him," Masamune interrupted. Kojuurou blinked.
"And why not, sir?" Masamune hissed and massaged his temples.
"She's not doing anything wrong. Not in the way that should make the old man intervene. I'm not married to Yukimura and there's no crime in her trying to get me a girlfriend. If we do anything to her in any way with no legitimate reason, he's gonna get pissed at me. Then my dumbass little brother will take over and our clan goes to shit." Masamune never liked his younger brother. He tattled on him and would always try to find a reason to get their dad to favor him more.
"I love Yukimura and I'm loyal to my clan. Even you would say to worry about our clan first." Kojuurou would, he realized with regret.
"But I worry about you and your well-being." Masamune shook his head.
"Worry about Yukimura for me instead. Mother says she always has someone watching and just proved that someone's watching him too. Find out who it is." Kojuurou bowed.
"I will, Masamune-sama." Masamune grasped his shoulder, giving him a confident smile.
"I trust you."
The plot thickens! As will the drama next time! As a warning, I may not be updating that soon because school is gonna start in a few days! But I might manage to get another chapter out before that!
Next chapter preview:
"Hey, Masamune's ignoring you. That's a first."
"Ah…maybe he's letting me focus for the game!"
"Look you two, we're invited to a party hosted by Date Yoshihime."
"Masamune, I have someone you should really meet."
"Y-you used me…"
