Last one~ and then on to part 3 of the trilogy =)

Series: Chrysanthemum
Title: Lily of the Chrysanthemum
Author: ice
Genre: General, Romance
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: AtoJi
Summary: Set in a semi-feudal era. A raid on a province ruined a child's peaceful life, unexpectedly dropping him into another, more unsavory, lifestyle. Another will save him, yet, what will he be willing to give up for said savior?

Disclaimer: I can only wish I owned PoT. If I did, then the series would have 1. Officially have AtoJi as one of the pairings, 2. Be Hyoutei-centric, and 3. Tenimyu would also reflect AtoJi so that I can watch Kazuki and Takuya be all cute and stuff to each other. XD

The comfortable swaying was what first pulled Jirou out of slumber. He slowly opened his eyes to see himself moving towards a carriage. He looked up at the person carrying him only to see that it was Atobe-sama. He didn't think his lord was one for doing something so similar to manual labor, but it was quite comfy. His lord was very warm.

"Go back to sleep, Jirou. Ore-sama will wake you when it is time." The low voice said.

Jirou decided it'd be best to take his lord's advice and drifted back off into slumber, even as he tightened his grip on Atobe's robe.

The next time he awoke, he found himself being carried through a hallway. It was most likely Atobe-sama's home, he thought. He turned to gaze at his hand still clenched on expensive silk as his mind blanked out. Vaguely, he wondered where they were going and what was to happen next. If Atobe-sama asked him for that, would he be willing to do it?

He felt as if his answer would be yes, but didn't know why. He didn't know why he felt so comfortable around the lord, why he felt safe, why he seemed to like him so much, despite how illogical it was that he felt this way.

He started out of his musing when felt himself being lowered onto soft cushions.

"Atobe-sama, the items you requested." A girl was bowing at the door, holding out a basket.

"Thank you. You are dismissed."

"...Nee-san?" Jirou whispered.

The girl turned around. "Jirou." She nodded at him. "I had to find out what Atobe-sama was like for myself before I could ever let him have you. You were right, he is as trustworthy as you had initially said he was." She smiled gently at him before closing the door.

Jirou turned to look at Atobe as the man walked over to retrieve the basket. "You hired Nee-san?"

"Yes."

"Even when she was..."

"While it is true servants should be loyal to their lord, and servants who are loyal trust their lord, Ore-sama allowed her to stay because he knew you would likely attempt to find her again. Besides, her loyalty was not in question; it is quite obvious she is very loyal to you."

Atobe took the basket and placed it on the bedside table before turning to him. The young lord sat on the bed as Jirou laid still on his back upon the bed. He reached out a hand and gently brushed aside a soft curl of blond that had fallen onto the middle of Jirou's face.

"You're quite beautiful, you realize." Atobe commented.

Jirou stayed silent. He didn't know how to respond to that.

"Did you like your time at the teahouse?"

Jirou considered it. "Yes, I did, Atobe-sama."

"You are not required to address Ore-sama so. You may use 'Keigo' should you desire to."

Jirou blinked in surprise. "O-okay..."

"The tutor Ore-sama sent praises you highly."

Jirou smiled. "I managed to finish everything in five years."

"Aa. You are happy about that?"

"Well, he said it was a hard to beat record since many don't ever even reach that point, much less do it so quickly."

Atobe gave him a half-smile, half-smirk. "That was partially the reason Ore-sama sent for you so early."

Jirou froze and looked up at the man. Atobe leaned closer and whispered, "I also wanted to see how you turned out. Imagine my surprise when I saw a beautiful nymph waiting for me." He purred the last part out.

Jirou shivered at the tone. It made his blood speed up as heat began to rise on his cheeks. "I..." He gasped when he felt his lord lean even closer and take a deep breath from the crook of his neck.

"Ore-sama will not force you to do anything, but know that he would very much like to have you as his birthday present." Atobe whispered in a deep, erotic tone close to his ear.

Jirou closed his eyes at the sensation and attempted to suppress his shiver at the voice. Would he be willing to give himself to Atobe? Did he want to? Yes. Atobe had given him enough choices. Other people would not have been that kind. Besides, he was...curious...as to how everything went.

He remembered that Nee-san had told him it was something sacred between two people who loved each other, but he wondered what exactly love was. Was it the safety, the comfort, the warm feeling that arose in him every time his lord paid attention to him? Was it the little shiver down his spine every time his lord spoke in that tone of voice? Or was it the anticipation and occasional longing he had felt while still in training at the teahouse?

In any case, this felt right, he thought as his arms came up to wrap around Atobe's neck and pulled the taller man on top of him. He felt his lord's face bury itself in his neck and something wet touching his skin. It felt...different. Pleasant, but different. He tilted his head to the side to give his lord more room and gasped as a mouth began to suck on the junction of his shoulder instead. He let out a small mew at the sensation.

Hands ran over his slim body as Atobe moved to his mouth and kissed him, plunging a tongue inside his mouth and moving against his. He gasped and cried out when a hand touched him...down there. It had sent a multitude of sensations through him, causing him to harden. He gazed straight up at the ceiling with eyes half-lidded and glazed in pleasure as Atobe continued to kiss a trail of butterfly kisses down his cheek, his throat, his chest.

He cried out again when Atobe ran a hand up his shortened kimono. His robe had ended only mid-thigh, allowing his lord much easier access to him. He felt his sash being pulled off and the robe being parted as Atobe reached lower and lower, until he felt a wet cavern close around his member. He gasped and bit his lip in an attempt to prevent himself from crying out, only to fail when Atobe gave a particularly hard suck.

He didn't know after how long it was, but he suddenly registered that there was something inside of him: Atobe's finger. It abruptly curled and he let out a long moan of pleasure as a sudden spike of pleasure ran through his body and he released into Atobe's mouth. He didn't get the time to apologize to his lord, however, seeing as the next moment, he had two fingers inside of him, stretching him almost uncomfortably. They began thrusting a few times before another one entered him. He was constantly panting and gasping for breath from the sensations Atobe elicited from his body.

Then everything stopped. He whimpered at the loss and stared at Atobe with pleasure-glazed eyes, legs wantonly spread open, robe pushed off the middle of his body to the sides, revealing tantalizing stretches of pale, yet flushed skin. He saw Atobe's eyes visibly darken as Atobe quickly removed his own robes and discarded them before diving back down for a kiss.

He moaned as the other's cock rubbed against him. It felt quite large. He wasn't sure how it was going to fit, but he figured Atobe would know. Suddenly, he felt a hard pressure against his entrance. He moaned in pleasure when it thrust the tip in and out of him a few times, and screamed when it suddenly began to sink all the way inside of him slowly, inch by inch by inch. Tears leaked out of his eyes as he clenched them shut, Atobe whispering for him to calm down and relax while kissing away said tears. He tried to do as told, but it was too much. It felt like it was ripping him apart.

"Jirou!" He looked at Atobe with tear-filled eyes.

"It hurts..." He whimpered.

"Relax." Atobe commanded. Atobe had to grit his teeth to prevent himself from beginning to thrust into the blond. Jirou was extremely tight, and it was starting to drive him insane that he had to keep still.

Hearing the commanding tone in his lord's voice, Jirou's body relaxed slightly, enough for Atobe to shift slightly to rub against the spot that would bring Jirou pleasure. Hearing Jirou cry out in pleasure, Atobe knew he had hit the right spot and smirked as he began to plunge in and out of the tight virgin body.

Jirou gasped and cried out and moaned loudly as Atobe hit his prostate with almost every thrust. All he could think of was the feeling of the large member rapidly driving itself in and out of his body, stretching him wide, and the overwhelming sensation of pleasure when the cock hit that one spot inside of him. He didn't hold back on his screams, especially when Atobe began to thrust even harder and faster into him. He sobbed out a name--K-Keigo!--right before he came, streams of white fluid spreading out between their stomachs as Atobe thrust harshly into him twice more before emptying his seed into Jirou's body. Jirou gasped when he felt the hot liquid fill him.

Atobe collapsed on top of him and quickly rolled off to the side, flipping them so that Jirou laid on top of Atobe, the two of them still attached. They both gasped for breath as they tried to recover from their tryst, only for Atobe to moan when Jirou unintentionally clenched his inner muscles rhythmically and proceeded to unconsciously rock back and forth a few times. Jirou felt the cock inside him harden and shivered at his increased sensitivity. It felt amazingly good to have Atobe inside of him, now that he was relaxed. He didn't realize he was slowly, but surely, draining his lord of his control, and yelped in surprise when he was flipped back over onto his back, legs raised and placed over Atobe's shoulders and thrust into quickly again.

More prepared this time, he could only moan and scream in pleasure as Atobe violently thrust in and out of him, and eventually, the young lord spent himself once more inside the blond, Jirou moaning at the feel of semen filling his body. He decided he liked the feeling of being marked so intimately by his lord, and when Atobe released his legs, he made sure to throw Atobe onto his back and clamp his legs around the heir's hips, successfully keeping the member inside him buried deep within him.

He then proceeded to snuggle onto Atobe's chest as the young lord stared at his new lover in disbelief. Atobe shook his head in exasperation and he hooked his arms around the blond's waist and joined the blond in slumber.

A last thought drifted through the blond's mind as he sleepily smiled at getting his way.

Was this how it would always feel if it was love? He felt as if he had finally arrived home. If this was how love felt, he never wanted it to end.

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