Serious implied explicit material. But it is not actually included, so I figured it was safe enough to include. Now we're all caught up and reposted. Any further oneshots below rated T will be posted here, and any M-rated shall be posted to my livejournal. Thanks :)
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Shadow 7
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Yukimura felt as if there was something distinctly wrong with him. His mind kept straying towards sex- to be bluntly honest. It had grown to the point of the fantasies occurring often enough that Yukimura couldn't bring himself to be embarrassed anymore. He just craved and wanted a lot and so much. The brunette found himself reminded of sex by the oddest and most random of things, which flustered Yukimura when he had to hide his lingering arousal.
The only escapes were to satisfy his desires with Sasuke as soon as possible or to engage in battle with Masamune-dono, which consumed him entirely in a very different passion that wholly wiped his mind of all but the thrill of lightning. Otherwise, persistent sexual thoughts plagued the brunette and made him restless with suppressed sexual energy.
Sasuke was always willing and happy to indulge his newfound hunger, but Yukimura tended to restrain himself as much as possible because he viewed how often he desired intimacy as unrealistic and spoiling. It was just ridiculous.
When confided in, Sasuke reassured him that it was technically considered normal. Before, Yukimura's hormones had been solely expressed through the outlet of battle, having not even known what sex was then, but now they had been introduced to a sexual outlet which increases the strength of Yukimura's teenage hormones- especially since sex was what the body truly wanted and it was a lot more reasonable in consideration against recklessly seeking out battles.
Yukimura was somewhat soothe by the explanation, and became more willing to indulge himself in Sasuke's embrace more often, which admittedly did help quiet his arousal during the day at inappropriate times, being satisfied from the prior night. Yukimura was greatly relieved to be considered normal again.
However, there came the day when Yukimura was sent on a solo mission into Date territory to try and convince Masamune-dono to a more permanent alliance, and Oyakata-sama asked for Sasuke to remain in Kai for a while longer before the shinobu would be allowed to join Yukimura in Onshu. Yukimura had never before been as reluctant as he had been agreeing to Oyakata-sama's plan as he had at that moment.
However, he assured himself that he could easily handle a week to himself. He still had his hand, as much as that embarrassed him to do so, and Masamune-dono would be highly favorable to spars as well. Yukimura was confident that he could last without becoming a sexual deviant. Still, Yukimura spent the night before departing in Sasuke's bed nonetheless; to serve as a lingering deterent and precaution, you see. Yukimura was the proud Crimson Devil of Kai. He did not need sex as often as he had become used to. This would be good training for his restraint, Yukimura insisted mentally… Curse these ridiculously outrageous hormones!
In the brief hidden privacy provided by his horse's towering frame, Yukimura reeled Sasuke in for one last desperately hungry kiss to help tide him over the coming week, or possibly weeks. The cool metal of the ninja's fingertips made Yukimura's scalp tingle as the brunette reluctantly pulled away to breathe. Sasuke gave a grin that did nothing to help Yukimura's situation.
"You'll be just fine, Danna." Sasuke assured confidently, carefully thumbing Yukimura's cheekbones with affection. "Just remember to keep yourself distracted with things you know are safe, and use this," The ninja dropped one hand to deliberately squeeze Yukimura's right hand with a knowing smirk. "When you feel that it has become too much, okay? I'll be there before you know it." Sasuke finished with a confident smile. Honestly, a teenager's sex drive could be entirely too demanding- especially on a boy such as Yukimura, who hadn't been opened to sex until quite recently (if several months could be considered recent, considering Yukimura's late teenage age when Maeda Keiji had introduced the idea).
Yukimura blushed a bit at the obvious advice to use his hand to pleasure himself, but nodded anyways. "I understand. …try to hurry Sasuke." The brunette allowed himself to plead, because he himself knew how unreasonable his own desires could be in their wildly uncontrolled state. He desperately needed to develop self-control like Sasuke had. Unable to deny himself just one more, Yukimura tilted forward on his toes and stole another kiss.
Sasuke returned the contact warmly, careful to keep it chaste and not turn it into anything remotely erotic that would cause further discomfort to his master. This week would not be nearly so harsh on him as it was going to be on Yukimura, but Sasuke knew that he would suffer some sexual frustration himself, after being thoroughly spoiled for so long by his master's lust as well, as it coincidentally happened to turn out. He wisely decided to keep that secret to himself, because the thought counted as erotic and along with Yukimura's kink of Sasuke talking during/about sex, the admittance would instantly arouse the brunette.
Yukimura gave a reluctant sigh after parting, quickly mounting his horse to deter himself from lingering any longer. This was a mission entrusted to him by Oyakata-sama and, uncontrollable hormones aside, the young Tiger would be strong and accomplish what had been asked of him. Sasuke gave a playful salute before giving a slap to the horse's flank, which shot off accordingly with its rider clinging to the reins with a cut-off yelp of surprise at the abrupt movement.
His horse was well rested and eager for the journey, so it kept up a swift trot which thankfully required Yukimura's participation in keeping up the fluid motion and not hinder the animal by helplessly bouncing on its back, and kept the young Tiger's mind focused on riding through terrain and on the task ahead instead of what he had just left behind and the dastardly hormones lurking in wait inside his own body.
Yukimura was received warmly by the Date faction (for the prior (and current) alliances, and intense rivalry with their lord), but the reason why he had come to visit was not as nearly as warmly received by Masamune-dono himself. The One-Eyed-Dragon was stubborn and strong in his nature and desire to take over and rule the land for himself and his Right Eye, Kojuurou, agreed in accordance with his lord. Yukimura was a bit frustrated despite understanding whole-heartedly the disposition being displayed to him- he himself desired it for his own lord (and own future). He was determined, however, to continue trying to persuade Masamune-dono to at least putting further consideration into the idea. His determination didn't stop him from eagerly accepting a spar with his blue coated rival though. He would never be able to deny Masamune-dono when the man wished to fight, because Yukimura himself wished it just as badly.
Afterwards, Yukimura was contentedly soaking in the bath in preparation for retiring for the night. The spar had been as intense as their usual battles, despite the fact that both men had used wooden weapons instead of their actual ones, and Yukimura was happily exhausted- pleased with the way his muscles trembled from exertion because the strain was all too worth it for the current soaring of his heart. With a hum, Yukimura pulled the washcloth from where it had been draped over his closed eyes and dropped it back into the hot water with a content grin. Additionally, the spar had thoroughly exhausted his hormones for the day, so Yukimura would rest well without any difficulty tonight.
Kojuurou strictly forbade them of any more spars for the next two days, however, on the presumption of both young warriors had outdone themselves the prior day and needed rest. Yukimura and Masamune-dono were similarly disappointed and put-off, but accepted the Right Eye's decreed without much further protest after the initial grumbles of displeasure. Now without the promise of violence, Yukimura's quickly recovering hormones yet again flared in a sexual-Sasuke-direction. Heeding the shinobu's words of advice, Yukimura stubbornly ignored whatever had caused a stir in his hormones and instead focused on things that he knew helped calm him- reciting his lessons from childhood as well as battle strategies that Oyakata-sama had invented. They proved a successful distraction and though negotiations were still gaining no headway with Masamune-dono, at least Yukimura wasn't flustered the whole day.
That night nevertheless proved to have no intent of being dissuaded, though, no matter how long Yukimura sat upright in his bedroll and recited complicated statistics of their countries' historic battles. The night and bed, no matter where Yukimura currently lay, held an immense amount of memories of heated touches and wet kisses shared with Sasuke, and the brunette's arousal built quickly without deterrent. With a silent curse and apology to the house of Date, Yukimura gave up and pushed a hand into his yukata, hoping he could remain quiet.
The following fourth day of the week was no better. Yukimura had hastily excused himself from eating with a crew of Onshu retainers after realizing that he had been rudely outright staring at one of the men eating a stick of some Onshu sweet in a near-obscene but doubtlessly innocent manner. Honestly, Yukimura was ashamed to have been reminded of a similar sucking motion Sasuke often liked to perform, and had tried to cool his flushed face with water drawn from the well. It had been colder than expected, which effectively served to his benefit in stamping down his rampaging desire, and after a focused few minutes of reciting battle maneuvers from the saddle of a horse, the rampant fantasies stopped playing through his head as well. So far, Yukimura felt that he was dealing with his "withdrawal", if you will, rather well.
The fifth day was a glorious one, because not only did Masamune-dono at least admit that there great benefits to joining their lands but Kojuurou also allowed them to spar to their hearts' content once more. Yukimura always threw his whole heart, mind, soul and body into fights with Masamune-dono, but today he tried to input an extra valiant effort in order to deter such similar embarrassments for the following day. In reaction to his extra enthusiasm, Masamune-dono also became much more energetic. Afterwards, both warring teenagers could admit that they had gone a bit overboard…
Kojuurou was quite displeased with the storage shed they had somehow demolished with wooden weapons alone, which had also been shattered into splinters- which had resulted in an unexpected but no less enthusiastic hand-to-hand battle that had eventually degraded into wild wrestling and grappling in the dust (much to the Date's soldiers' enjoyment as they shouted encouragement and support to both parties). Hence, both Yukimura and Masamune-dono were covered in various bruises and scrapes, but both teenagers held no regret over their injuries and only smirked/grinned at each other secretively while Kojuurou lectured and lamented about going overboard in a simple spar. Yukimura slept peacefully again that night.
Yukimura was a bit discouraged when a whole week came to pass and Sasuke had yet to arrive as had been previously estimated. Oyakata-sama must have been keeping the shinobu especially busy if the ninja couldn't even pause in his missions for a visit as of yet. However, Masamune-dono had become much more welcome to the idea of a permanent alliance after realizing that he could still battle Yukimura with as much energy as previously- as proven by their earlier spars- and since Yukimura had always been his goal anyways, the One-Eyed-Dragon could only see benefits in combining with the old Tiger of Kai and jointly controlling the country from there.
Yukimura was beyond happy when Masamune-dono agreed to talk with the noble houses of Onshu land to see if they were opposed to the idea, but otherwise, an alliance seemed certain on the horizon. The brunette happily thought that his mission would be accomplished before Sasuke even arrived and he could return to Kai sooner than later.
Trouble rose its ugly head, however, when a few of the more powerful noble houses of Onshu thoroughly disagreed with the idea of joining territories with Takeda- the majority of the protests being petty grudges against the heads of noble houses in Kai. Masamune-dono and Kojuurou entered diplomatic and politic debate with the heads of the noble houses starting the following week- which proved to be a long and tenuous process as day by day crawled by.
With Masamune-dono tied into the intricacies of his country's politics, Yukimura was at a complete and total loss what to do with himself. His mission had essentially been accomplished- he had indeed convinced Masamune-dono into agreeing- but he could not yet return to Kai with a positive confirmation of their permanent alliance until Masamune-dono had ironed out the protesting difficulties of his land's noble houses, especially while the future was still being heavily debated and the decision could be overturned- though that seemed entirely unlikely, taking Masamune-dono's stubborn nature into account, so in the end, it turned out to only being patient and waiting for the nobles to be straightened out.
Yukimura understood the importance of the debates, so he didn't dare distract Masamune-dono by suggesting a spar, because doing so would be endlessly selfish because the brunette was admittedly becoming extremely restless as the debates continued three days into the new week, with little sign of tapering off and Yukimura's hormones only built and became more resistant to distractions that weren't powerful enough to dispel them. Essentially, Yukimura had reached the point he had feared when he had left Sasuke in Kai- drowning in desire and barely able to sate himself, as the more he used his hand, the less it seemed effective.
It felt as though a fire had been lit in his stomach, and no amount of water or exercise could smother the flames. He was constantly restless, pacing often and jumpy when he did sit after becoming tired of pacing. The Date faction were likewise restless from the lack of entertainment and the tension of their lord entering such tedious debate with the lot of prissy nobles, so they didn't think anything of their crimson clad guest's agitation beyond what they themselves were experiencing. How Yukimura wished such assumptions were true, because his desire had escalated to a nigh unbearable point of where the brunette, put simply, carnally craved. He was deprived of his drug and any relief and was suffering something worse than mere withdrawal- it felt like starvation.
Yukimura was convinced that such exaggerations were entirely ridiculous, not to mention completely unrealistic- but his skin burned for Sasuke's touch, his mouth craved Sasuke's taste, his ears begged for Sasuke's voice, his eyes desperate to take in Sasuke's form, and the fire roared fiercer in his stomach with each passing hour without relief. Two more days dragged by miserably for the young Tiger of Kai as Masamune-dono continued to have little success with the stubborn head nobles.
And then finally- sweet reprieve… Sasuke arrived at the Date manor at the closing of the week.
Yukimura had been keeping Masamune-dono company in the garden, albeit restlessly yanking up handfuls of grass while the One-Eyed-Dragon rested from his week-long ordeal of dealing with infuriatingly petty grudges and inconsequential protests. Masamune-dono had just started to yell at Yukimura for trying to demolish his favorite napping spot when Kojuurou opened the door and announced Sasuke's arrival, stepping aside to reveal the shinobu of Takeda himself- looking more than a bit bothered himself.
Yukimura took a split second to take in the image of Sasuke being similarly restless and tuck it close to his heart, before he tore across the lawn and launched himself at the shinobu, whose arms were already open to accept him the moment the brunette had even moved. Kojuurou uttered a choked surprise of alarm as the duo from Kai collided near-painfully and tumbled back into the room- Yukimura having narrowly avoided the Right Eye- and behind them Masamune-dono sat up from his slouched position with a look of surprised amusement.
Yukimura's momentum sent them rolling towards the far wall of the room, where they finally stopped with the brunette positioned on top like had become normal and mouths already attached firmly. Sasuke's gloves felt like the coldest yet most soothing ice to Yukimura's feverish face as the shinobu framed the teenager's face and tilted them to a more comfortable position for the mashing of their lips, but Yukimura hardly noticed as he grabbed a handful of Sasuke's hair and another of the ninja's clothes, pulling with needy desperation as he ate at Sasuke's mouth to finally- finally- sate his starvation.
Masamune-dono whistled perversely in amused appreciation, having easily gotten over his surprise at being displayed to his rival's passion towards the ninja, while Kojuurou remained flustered a bit longer, trying to think up a decent way to cease such inappropriate actions right in front of his lord and in their meeting room.
He needn't have bothered, because now that his irresistible desire had been momentarily sated just by Sasuke's mere presence, Yukimura abruptly came back to himself and remembered where they were and still in company of. He jolted upright with a blush as dark as his symbolic head ribbon and slid off Sasuke like the ninja had been lit on fire and started bowing quickly and apologetically with stuttered sentences that were incomprehensible. Behind him, the shinobu remained sprawled out like a lazy contented cat- his expression saying just as much.
Masamune-dono began laughing and wouldn't stop no matter how Kojuurou tried to shush him, because Yukimura only became more flustered at the laughter while Sasuke only grinned lazily and continued laying there looking thoroughly ravished with his tousled hair and wrinkled clothes. It was a wonder that Masamune-dono ever stopped laughing.
