The General and the Assassin – Chapter 14

Salvation

Shuichi Shindou was fast asleep dreaming of the warm summer breeze in his hair, the smell of cherry blossoms treating his nose and his fingers slipping through the blonde hair of one really handsome Imperial Marshall.

"Will you stop drooling on me, you pansy!" Complained Yuki loudly who shoved a sleeping Shuichi off him as he lay in bed reading a book.

Together they nestled in bed, in Marshal Uesugi's quarters in Tokyo, after lovemaking. Shuichi was now fast asleep and resting his sleepy head on Yuki's bare stomach.

Shuichi simply turned over, placing his head on the pillow next to Yuki and continued to drool and dream.

"Mmm, Yuki... they taste like sweet plums," he murmured in his sleep.

With a grunt, Yuki tossed off the covers and got dressed just as a knock came at the door.

Leaving his shirt unbuttoned, Yuki walked over to the door and pulled it open. The tall blonde, Claude K Winchester stood there, dressed regally in dark hakama and kisode, the white lining of his juban peeking from underneath. His ridiculously long hair was up in its usual ponytail.

"Marshal Uesugi, sir." K stated formally. "I hope this isn't a bad time."

Yuki glanced back at his Shuichi who lay sprawled on his bed, a bare leg peeking out from under the blankets. "Err... well; let's talk out in the hall. Shall we?"

K nodded and stepped aside.

Yuki closed the door behind him and set his amber eyes on K. "So, I hear that you've promoted Chiaki Saionji-san to General. I wouldn't choose any other man," he said agreeably. "Because of him Tokyo survived with minimal casualties and damage—although, it will take a while to regain the loss of provisions that was burned in storage."

"Tokyo also survives because of you as well," K offered amiably. "I've come here to thank you personally."

Yuki shrugged. "Whatever," he stated indifferently and dug a cigarette out of his pants pocket. He lit it up and exhaled happily. It was his first smoke since Shuichi came by for a 'visit'. "It was Hiroshi that managed to put a stop to everything. I have to admit I wasn't sure about him when I first saw him. He wasn't the weak little wimp I thought he was."

K scoffed with amusement. He recalled the first time he laid his eyes on Hiroshi, dressed in that heavy dark cloak and all that red hair that came tumbling out when he pulled back the hood. He remembered how the man had poured hot coffee on his trousers and how he'd stolen Midnight. No, Hiroshi was definitely not a wimp.

"He reminds me of a wild horse, one that has been locked away for much too long," K expressed freely.

Yuki rolled his eyes at that sappy comment. "I still can't believe he was the one that killed Sadato. His own father... well, sort of."

"He saved my life."

The Marshal grunted, "I advised him to arrest Sadato and Hachijō Fuyumoto. I told him that with those two out of the way, that he would be free to claim the leadership of the Sugawara clan—that nobody would know the wiser that he is not a flesh and blood clan member. No one but Sadato and Hachijō knew about that, except you and me now. And I'm not about to tell a soul. I swear it was like he never even entertained the idea of becoming the leader one day."

"I really don't think he realized it," K said.

"Now that Hiroshi's the head of that noble family, we don't have to worry about fighting with them anymore. The Sugawara have sworn allegiance to the Emperor, the rebels have all been disbanded and have returned home. Hiroshi even swore to kill anyone that disobeyed his peace order. That's some guy you got there, K-san." Yuki scratched at his tousled blonde hair, becoming bored of this conversation.

"Indeed." K smiled and understood that Marshal Uesugi wanted to return to his sleepy lover. "Well, thank you again and I'll be sure to return to Tokyo to visit soon. After all, my adoptive father, Yorihito-sama forbids me stay away from the Kan'in family for too long."

"He's a good man." Yuki granted and smirked. "I'm sure you'll find a way to keep warm so far up north."

K chuckled wickedly and winked.

Hiroshi had a lot of work on his hands now, especially when it came to the reorganization and structure of his newly gained clan. There were so many Takatsuji and Sugawara councilmen and military leaders that screamed betrayal at first, however, Hiroshi threatened them with imprisonment at the very idea of betraying him.

Then, what was left of Sadato's army—Hiroshi brought them all together and explained to them the importance of uniting Japan together as one country. He explained how imperative it was that all Japanese people becoming one force could protect itself from the rest of the world.

Eventually they saw it the way Hiroshi saw it, the way K saw it, and each man bowed down to pledge their loyalty to him.

It felt strange to deceive the Sugawara people, but Hiroshi did not feel as guilty about it as he imagined. This clan had raised him since he was an infant. And even though he technically didn't share their blood, he would cleanse it for the sake of peace and make it his own.

As far as everyone knew, General K had eliminated Lord Sadato and Captain Hachijō Fuyumoto fairly in battle. As far as they knew, Hiroshi, as the new leader, had laid down his arms. As far as they knew, the ex-General Claude K. Winchester had become the new Captain of the Sugawara Army as a way for the Imperial to make sure they followed the Emperor's path. However, what they did not know, was that Lord Hiroshi and Captain K Winchester desired to fight alongside one another—for as long as humanly possible.

Although neither man desired to fight at all, they would strive at any length to avoid needless deaths.

After K had bid farewell to his Tokyo comrades he started his long journey back up north. He looked over at his handsome new Lord as he rode upon his dark horse, Midnight, and smiled in a way he had not smiled at anyone in years.

"You are the most handsome lord the Sugawara are blessed to receive," he told Hiroshi, admiring how his red hair lingered on the breeze behind him and how peaceful his face appeared. "You're going to break everyone's hearts, just like how you're breaking mine every second that I breathe."

Hiroshi chuckled and looked over at his new Captain. "And you, my friend, are the most whimsical man I've ever met. You're brash, loud and you wear your hair too long."

K feigned pain at his heart. "I was right when I told you that you go around stealing the hearts of everyone that looks upon you. Even if you can be so mean at times."

Softly, Hiroshi chuffed.

"K, please tell me that I can do this, tell me that I'm strong enough," Hiroshi urged loud enough for only K to hear. He flashed unsure eyes at the man that had become his confidante. "It's just that you've always spoken so... so favourably of me, I'm truly not worthy of all of this. I'm just a common village boy."

K was not thwarted from his good mood with such depressing comments. Instead he 'tsk'd' Hiroshi loudly. He looked stubbornly ahead, his chin held high.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, my Lord. You seem to have lost your mind and I hope it is only temporary. Because if it isn't, I may have to kiss you silly over and over and over again. Just enough to make you stop saying anything like that ever again. Ya hear?"

Stunned by the provocative threat and understanding K's underlining warning, Hiroshi nodded. "You're right, I'm talking nonsense. Nevertheless, I would really like to stop by Aikawa village. I've sworn that the Sugawara will help repair and clean up. It's the least I can do after my..." Hiroshi swallowed hard. "After what my father has done."

Smiling over at Hiro again, K replied. "I totally agree and I think there might be someone that wishes to see you."

Hikaru Nakano...

"Yes, I owe that someone a visit and a proposition. Do you think she will accept?" Hiroshi wondered.

"I believe she will, Hiroshi. You and her deserve that much," K explained thoughtfully.

Just then, some bickering came loudly from the men that followed behind them.

"Taki, you numbskull! I told you to stop hogging all the sake," cried one very blonde man.

"Shut up, Ma-kun! Cause I told you I need to get good and drunk. It's going to take time and a lot of sake to get accustomed to the changes," hollered Taki Aizawa. "Have some mercy for fuck sake."

"I don't know why you're so upset. At least we don't have to work for that scary guy anymore," Ma-kun tried to reason.

"Yeah, but now we have him." Taki tried to lift the canteen of sake to his mouth but Ma-kun was virtually hanging from it.

"Save some for me!"

"Excuse me for a moment," K told his sweetheart.

Taki was still struggling with Ma-kun when K's horse, Midnight, came up beside him like a looming dark cloud. It took a moment to register and when he did, Taki began pleading mercy.

"I didn't mean it, Sir Demon, Sir! I mean, Captain Demon. It's just why should we trust you any more than we could trust the old captain? You're probably just going to have us killed anyways so I'm getting nice and drunk before that. Please, just let me do it." Taki might be quick to plead but his dark eyes still showed distrust.

K scoffed. "You're right, Big Mouth."

Taki momentarily gaped at K until Ma-kun told him that maybe he should close his mouth. With chagrin all over his face, Taki closed it.

"You both have no reason to trust me after following men like Hachijō," K continued. "But give me a month to prove to you that I'm not the demon you've been taught to believe. Give me that and I promise to protect you and your families for as long as I live."

Ma-kun's face actually softened. He said skeptically, "What if what you say is just a trick?"

K tapped at his chin thoughtfully. "There is no real way of knowing, but I beg of you to give me a chance. In fact, when you both realize that I'm actually a pretty cool guy, I'll even hire you both to do a little reconnaissance for me."

The canteen that Taki held tipped half way to his mouth began to dribble out its contents. Both Ma-kun and Taki didn't even realize it after what K told them.

K nodded at them silently before he re-joined Hiroshi at the front of the line.

"What did you tell them?" Hiroshi questioned curiously.

K smiled wickedly and replied, "I told them that if they didn't stop their nonsense that I'd have them boiled alive."

Hiroshi only paled.

Inside the seclusion of General Saionji's home, Hiroshi stood before his flesh and blood mother. He simply stared at her in awe, he stared until his vision blurred by the tears that filled up his eyes. And even though tears began to stream down his face he spoke.

"How could I have been so blind?" Hiroshi murmured.

Hikaru Nakano began to cry along with her son, overjoyed and yet, saddened that Hiroshi had to grow up the way that he did. She rushed to her son and embraced him so hard that Hiroshi had to hold her up so that she wouldn't crumble to the floor.

"It is not your fault, Hiroshi. We have only been tested and in the end we are stronger from it," she affirmed.

Hiroshi grunted as he held the woman. "It seems kind of cruel, why should it have been us that have been given such a test."

There was no real way to answer that.

"I don't know, my son... I really don't know," she sobbed.

As Hiroshi held her, feeling a warmth kindling in his heart, he told her, "I look forward to getting to know my real mother. I'm so sorry you had to go through such pain." Then he asked her to come with him to the Sugawara castle to live with him until the end of her days.

There was no way a mother could refuse such an offer from her long lost boy.

It took many days for the Sugawara Army, now part of the Imperial Army, to clean up Aikawa village and restore it to its former glory. And every day that they spent there, K and Hiro found a moment alone in their favourite place to share each other's bodies and to simply enjoy each other's company.

The lush grassy spot near the small waterfall where they had recklessly ravished one another for the first time.

"It's a shame that this place exists so far from the north," Hiroshi explained to K as they stood looking at the froth of the water falling over the meager falls in the forest. "I wish we could bring this place with us."

"That's a lovely dream," K agreed. "I wish we could, too. Perhaps this will entice us to visit here again soon, next summer maybe."

"You're right," Hiroshi answered. "We'll have to come and visit. Are you disappointed that you will be so far away from General Chiaki Saionji?"

K smiled softly. "I will miss the man that was like a second father to me, but it is also comforting to know that he will be guiding the Imperial Army down here." The former General let out a big sigh. "In many ways I feel torn about leaving Tokyo and this village. However, I also desire to move on. Does that make sense?"

Hiroshi simply nodded even though he was not quite sure what K meant.

"I need to start again fresh. I need to move past my nightmares and bring forth new dreams, good ones—dreams of peace between our regions."

Now Hiroshi understood what K was trying to say. "Peace sounds like something I want to be a part of. I was so lost and confused before—allowing everyone to influence my life. I have gained so much from everything that has happened."

"You gained your individuality, my sweet Hiroshi," K said as he turned to face his beloved. Gently, he traced his fingers over Hiro's ear, pushing back a lock of red hair.

The movement brought Hiroshi looking up into the cool blue eyes of a man that had stolen his heart, rescued him from the chains of subterfuge and freed the North from his tyrannical warlord father. "I feel terrible for ever thinking the awful things I thought about you. You and I were simply caught in an evil game. I believe your parents were very brave to venture to this country and to live here and love it as if it were their own. You fight for Japan like Japanese, which persuades me to believe you are more Japanese than I." Hiroshi chuckled.

"I'm honoured by your words, Hiroshi—you are not the first person to tell me that. Truly, you have no idea how much that means to me." K murmured and brought his hands to Hiroshi's face. He tilted the other man's mouth up so that he lean in and press a soft kiss to his lips.

Hiroshi closed his eyes as he felt the lips of his tall, blonde lover over his own, so warm and soft, so full of love and desire.

"I will continue to fight so that I may keep you safe, because, I love you more than anything," K whispered over Hiroshi's moist lips.

Hiroshi's insides felt as if they were aflame, "As well as I, because I love you in return just as much."

K enfolded Hiroshi into his arms, holding him securely, his hands smoothing over the fine material of his grey summer yukata. Underneath, he could feel the definitions of Hiroshi's body, so lean and delicate compared to his own height and build. K buried his nose into Hiroshi's soft hair, enjoying the warmth emanating from his body.

Every time K held him, Hiroshi felt empowered, but safe. He knew that as long as this man held him, he could achieve anything that he wished. Hiroshi liked the idea that they were a unit, that they were one breathing soul that, together, could conquer one hundred evil tyrants. But Hiroshi also liked how solid and strong K was. And how lovely he felt underneath his hands. He especially admired K's rear, how firm it was when he gripped into it. He had finally talked K out of wearing his regular Army uniform and suggested he relax with a dark blue yukata today.

"This clothing is very befitting of you," Hiroshi ventured as he rest his head against K's chest, his hands eagerly squeezing the blonde's backside. "It's too hot to wear that uniform. This allows a body to breathe. Don't you think?"

With handfuls of red hair entwined in his fingers, K replied. "Hmm, I do feel a bit cooler. But holding you like this makes me hotter than if I wore two sets of uniforms."

They laughed.

"Still, there are parts of you that give my mind a better mental picture about what is underneath this cloth than your army uniform." Hiroshi revealed.

K chuckled dashingly. "Oh? How is that?"

"Well, I can feel your backside better and all I have to do to get at it is pull the sash loose," Hiroshi explained, his voice filled with mischief.

"Indeed, I do feel slightly more exposed than usual. There are parts of me that have not felt as free as they do right now. If you get my meaning," K teased.

Oh, Hiroshi understood that's for sure. "It's not my fault you chose to go without undergarments."

"After all that work and building in the village, I thought a little airing out would benefit." K moved his lips over Hiroshi's ear and nibbled on it until the redhead squirmed a little against him.

"Ahh... K," Hiroshi sighed as his lover's tongue dipped hotly into his ear.

Hiroshi's knees began to feel weak as the tingling sensation went from his ear to his groin. His cock gave a tight throb.

"I think we deserve a well-earned break from all our hard work, don't you think?" Hiro suggested.

"You read my mind." K simpered as Hiroshi's fingers began to untie the sash that held his yukata closed.

Together, under the warm sunlight atop the lush grass by the waterfall, Hiroshi and K shared their love and bodies once more. And for the rest of the afternoon under a big blue sky.

The long trek to Sugawara Castle took nearly two weeks by horseback for K and Hiroshi and the entire Sugawara military. The temperature changed slightly, dropping a few degrees this far up north. Still, the summer sun shone brightly, yet the nightfall fell a bit earlier, signalling the closing stages of the season and the start of a new one to come.

This was the second time Claude K Winchester had ever laid his eyes on the castle, and both times, it astounded him.

Standing tall upon the hillside, surrounding by leafy trees and foliage, the yagura and the main towers stood out on the horizon. The castle, built of stone and wood, were white with dark clay rooftops. The area surrounding the castle, was occupied with courtyards and other buildings all serving the castle community.

"Hard to believe I ran away from all this, huh?" Hiroshi muttered as they drew nearer to the grand archway, the main entrance leading to the castle grounds.

"It's not a matter of the castle's beauty, Hiroshi. It was not this that you ran away from," K said resolutely. He looked over at his travel-worn lover. A smile came to his face. "But, yes, I do see how one could stand in awe before such a place. It is beautiful."

Hiroshi scoffed. "And now it's all mine."

K studied the redhead for a moment. Then he said, "You have earned it."

"I will continue to keep earning it... with your help, of course."

"And your mother," K whispered loud enough for only Hiro to hear.

Hiroshi nodded and looked back at the woman on a white mare. Hikaru gave him a gentle smile. He smiled back.

"Yes." Hiroshi sighed. "But there will be outcry by a few that reside here behind these castle walls. Noblemen that have stood loyal to my father and his beliefs, it will not be easy dealing with some of them."

"Then you will give them the same speech you gave your military leaders back at Aikawa Village. You are the General of these soldiers and the Lord to the nobles now, my love. You have ultimate control of this territory."

K smirked. "I'm simply your Captain."

"You will never be 'simply' anything, K-san," Hiroshi insisted hotly. "In my eyes you will always be the General."

"Perhaps to you, but do not let any of these pompous nobles persuade you. They, too, will have to accept that they now belong to the Imperial government. We'll just have to persuade them that their positions are still safe as long as they serve the Emperor." K's eyes were drawn from Hiroshi as his horse clomped over a bridge. Around the bridge was a pond full of fat fish and lily pads, bursting with white and purple blooms.

Hiroshi had a moment to think over what K said. "I stand by my resolution to imprison any one that dares to work against me," he said firmly. "I will not go easy on even the influential residents of this region." Then Hiroshi had a dire thought, his grey eyes rounded with worry. "What if they try to assassinate me?"

K barked out a laugh.

"Dare they not," he said. "That's what I'm here for. I sleep with my mind's eye open."

Hiroshi gave K a phlegmatic look. "I see. And is that how you stopped my dagger?"

"But of course. I felt your presence... I have great instincts. I listen to them."

"Hmm... and what do they tell you right now?"

"That you're going to become a great leader of this region. The people will respect and admire you. You're name will go down in history," K told him.

Hiroshi was blushing now. "Me 'a great leader', that sounds so strange, but I'll take it."

K was chuckling again. "I told you, you will win their hearts."

"And what about your name...?"

"It will be remembered as your loyal bodyguard, your captain, and the man that knows where your ticklish spot is," K mentioned with a wink of his eye.

Hiroshi gaped at his lover, but it soon turned into a grin. He laughed loudly. "You just couldn't resist that, could you?"

"Not one bit." K answered smugly.

It took a few weeks and many meetings in the grand hall with the head family members, military leaders, advisors and council—people that founded the Sugawara clan and controlled the government—to come to terms and understanding that they now served the Emperor.

And Hiroshi did not falter, not even once. He stuck to his resolution to make them understand. Eventually they did.

Eventually they saw Hiroshi's potential and wisdom. This young man was more intelligent than they expected. The new head of the Sugawara clan was also very charming and handsome. It was as if Sadato held back a splendid secret.

The secret: Harbouring an even stronger heir in their midst the entire time. Or so the people began to say.

However, the one quandary everyone had was Claude K Winchester. The man that killed both Sadato and Hachijō was now the Captain of the Sugawara Imperial Army. It seemed preposterous! To them it was just another example of the Imperial's imposing might being forced down their throats like soured wine. Yet, Lord Hiroshi urged them that this was not the case and that because of his father's tyranny, he had asked K to follow him to his homeland.

Once the maddening government issues settled down, Hiroshi settled down next to K on his raised bed, swathed with red silks and cool linen blankets. They both just finished bathing, their hair still half-damp, bodies clothed in light robes. The night was peaceful and quiet now, the servants were shooed from the room and told not to return until morning.

There was a cool breeze sailing in from an open window inside the enormous bedroom belonging to Lord Hiroshi. Fortunately, for Hiroshi, K's sleeping quarters was only down the hall. The Sugawara heir insisted on giving K a nice room, allowing him to live inside the castle, he deserved nothing but the finest as long as he lived and worked with him.

"It's unfortunate that we have to dwell in different rooms," Hiroshi mentioned as he turned on his side to face K, elbow on the pillow and his hand holding up his head.

K faced him in the same fashion, his robe opening a little more at his chest and a tantalizing show of mid thigh peaking from the cloth. "It isn't that unfortunate because I dwell in your room most of the time anyways. Either way, it would be unsightly to those in the castle and—"

"—unprofessional. I know." Hiroshi finished for him with a sigh. "I don't know why I'm complaining. I should be happy to have you here at all—happy that our love did not have to separate in Tokyo. It's almost over whelming to have so much. I'm not worthy."

"Psh! You're not worthy." K repeated with distain. "You mustn't speak that way, Hiroshi. You suffered long enough. Don't you think it's fair that you get a little piece of that happiness now?"

As Hiro thought about it, he realized he really ought to stop over thinking everything. "I suppose so." He closed his eyes and inhaled. "Mmm, you smell good."

K reached over and drew the back of his finger along Hiroshi's cheek. "As do you, my sweet. And I bet you taste even better."

He could not resist. Hiroshi's fingers slipped under K's robe, smoothed over his chest, over hard pectorals and around to his back.

K sighed.

"Your skin is so warm even though it is cool in this room," Hiroshi said while his fingers trailed over K's skin.

"Shall I close that window? Are you cold?"

"No, it's alright. Soon, you will have me feeling very heated," Hiroshi replied, his tone roguish.

K leaned in, capturing Hiroshi's lips with his own. Warmly and delicately, they kissed. He murmured over gentle kisses. "You will definitely stay warm, I will see to it."

"Is that so?"

"How shall I start? Tell me Hiroshi if there is something delicious I can do for you. Don't be shy now." K urged, his blue eyes twinkling with desire.

Hiroshi pulled his head back a bit. He did smile somewhat shyly. "Come now. Let's just make love, I enjoy everything little thing that you do to me."

But K was not satisfied by only that. "Tsk! Surely your mind has thought up something naughty that I haven't had a chance to explore."

"Or exploit."

"There's that, too." K answered whimsically.

Hiroshi laughed. "You're ridiculous. Everything we do is amazing—you're making me impatient."

K gave a deep chuckle as he moved in to sample the flesh under Hirohsi's chin.

Soon Hiroshi was sighing with languish, his body growing weak against the assault of K's tantalizing kisses. Over his skin goose bumps sprang up, chills of desire running rampant over his body. Underneath Hiroshi's robe, his cock twitched tightly.

"I love that you are here with me," Hiroshi whispered. "I can't believe I get to taste your kisses so freely."

"You may taste anything you wish, Hiroshi." K offered sweetly. "You can indulge in me anytime you like. Just snap your fingers and I'm all yours."

Listening to K's subservient chatter, how the man simply handed himself over, made Hiroshi even hotter. Hiroshi gave a low groan. A man that he once feared, a man he once tried to assassinate, this strong leader of men, was now yielding all for the sake of his pleasure, his love...

"You should be careful what you say, because, I just might take you up on that."

With lips feathering across Hiroshi's shoulder, K replied rebelliously. "I dare you to."

Hiroshi could not restrain himself; he reached out and ran his hand over K's hip, then down and over his erection beneath the light cloth. K was already hard and solid, his arousal hot in Hiro's grip.

"I think I will indulge after all," Hiro murmured and shifted down. He moved aside the soft robe hiding K's thick cock and brought his lips to it.

On contact, K groaned. His eyebrows sprang up in surprise. Hiroshi never did this to him before. K was mesmerized as Hiroshi's wet lips went around his length and sucked, his head moving up and down, his tongue wriggling.

K's flesh tasted sweet and fresh, and the smoky look in his eyes when Hiroshi gazed up, fueled his longing. I love this man and I love the desire we have together. Hiroshi treated K to a copious amount of fondling and wet pleasure with his mouth.

The robe K was wearing had somehow found itself spread open, his naked body lay atop the garment, his hands swathed in Hiroshi's red locks. "You're so good at that," he whispered.

"I want to taste all of you," was the reply.

K let the redhead explore his body. He shivered as Hiro's tongue laved along his inner thigh, teeth nibbling gently on the soft skin between his legs. He felt wet trails begin to cool when Hiro's tongue moved along his navel and slid further up along his chest. And when Hiro finally arrived, face to face, K opened his mouth to invite him in for a delicious kiss.

The new Sugawara lord met K's tongue, pressing gently, earnestly sharing his soul through the kiss.

K blindly felt over the garment until his hands were underneath Hiro's robe. His fingers relished in the skin that felt so smooth and warm on his fingertips. Every part of Hiroshi sent K into a heated frenzy, his succulent lips, his long red hair, those cool grey eyes, and of course, his beautiful body.

In one swift motion, K tugged the robe from Hiroshi's body revealing his fresh nakedness. He grabbed Hiro's rear in his hands, pressing the younger man's erection against his own. His desire felt more demanding now. As he shared wet kisses, he pumped his hips up, grinding their cocks together. The sensation was almost painful and both of them moaned a little more loudly.

However, Hiroshi's yearning had him pumping his hips against K's body. He was just as horny as his counterpart beneath him was.

"My sweet, Hiroshi," K said with a throaty voice. "How you undo me, how crazy you make me feel." K wrapped his arms around his lover and turned them over on the bed, pinning Hiro beneath him.

Lost in his lover's embrace, Hiroshi repeated K's true name over and over. He closed his eyes as his blonde lover suckled at his neck and with his hand fondled his cock, fingertips playing over his entrance. His body hummed with desire, tingled with delight as K's lips feathered over his skin, his tongue trailing wet circles around his nipples.

Hiroshi let out a gasp as teeth nipped his flesh, yet his arousal throbbed even harder.

Smirking at his lover's response, K reached over and dipped his fingers into a small pot filled with scented oil. He brought his slick fingers back to Hiroshi's entrance and slipped a finger inside of him.

Hiroshi let out another gasp.

K gave a lusty chuckle as Hiro clasped the remains of his bathrobe in two fists beside him on the bed. Gently, at first, he penetrated Hiroshi only with his fingers, petting him sweetly, enjoying the way the younger man's length jerked as he aroused him further. He listened as Hiroshi's breathing became more rapid, and when those steely grey eyes met his, K was lost in their trance.

"Put yourself inside of me," Hiroshi pleaded in a whisper. "I need to feel you."

K teased. "Mmm... how should I enter you, slow and sweet or hard and fast?" The mere suggestion of these actions could almost send a man over the edge.

"Deeply..." Hiro assured.

Once again, K chuckled softly. The look Hiroshi gave him, capricious cool grey eyes. "Oh yes, I will glide it in slowly—until there is nothing left of me." Half the fun was the verbal foreplay. "You—squeezing my cock inside that tight little ass of yours..."

Hiroshi groaned low in his throat.

Fingers squished back and forth, as K fingered Hiroshi a little harder. The redhead's lips now parted and his brows stitched together in wicked pleasure.

"You're going to make me come, Claude." Hiroshi didn't want to release so soon and wriggled his ass free of those strumming fingers. Not such a weakling, he caught K by surprise and forced him back down to the bed.

"You little devil." K mused. He didn't put up much of a fight, however.

Hiroshi climbed over top of his lover, lips twisted with a sly smirk. He placed both his feet on either side of K's hips and raised himself up a bit, reaching underneath him for K's cock. "I said that I needed to feel you—don't make me wait."

Hiroshi mounted K's cock. It entered him slowly, but deeply.

The redhead sighed with finality, happy to get what he wanted, happy to have that full, pulsing feeling deep inside his body.

"I do believe you took my dare seriously," K said, his voice strained by the perfect feeling of being wrapped up in Hiroshi's heat.

"A lord should be more assertive, he should be able to remind others that he's the boss." Hiroshi's teasing smile had K grinning in return.

"And so you would jump their cocks and ride them till your needs are fulfilled? I do hope I'm the only one that receives this kind of reminder." K knew how to play this game. He pretended to be hard done by.

"I'm only jumping you, no other cock will do," Hiroshi promised. He placed his hands flat against K's abdomen and began to move the flesh inside of him. With a tight voice he offered, "Mmm... uhn... a perfect cock for a lord."

"Little devil," K repeated breathlessly as Hiro began to ride him.

Words fell silent as Hiroshi took control and rode K harder; his eyes squeezed shut as he focused on the sweet strumming. With each thrust, he moaned softly. Beneath him, K was sighing and watching him with lust-fogged eyes, the blue iris a shade darker with need. His lover filled him perfectly, he felt so good and Hiroshi knew he would not last too long.

He fucked K hard, skin smacking skin. Hiro was willing to give in first, because it was right there, the seal that needed tearing open.

And K looked on as Hiroshi's swollen organ stood extremely rigid. Placing his hands flat against the bed, K thrust up into Hiro knowing that the man was close. He wanted to give Hiro an explosive orgasm, and he wanted to witness the explosion front row and center.

Hiroshi came with a shuddering cry, tossing his head back and semen jetting across K's stomach. The show had K enthralled. He stared on with his mouth agape, eyes unblinking and he felt a jolt of his own oncoming orgasm.

Without delay, K sat up and without removing his length, pushed the other man back, putting Hiroshi underneath him once again. He thrust into his lover with fast, deep thrusts. Hiroshi clung to him, arms around his neck, legs hugging his middle and cried out with every stroke. Panting with effort, K felt droplets of sweat slide down along his temples, along the bridge of his nose.

"So close, my sweet, so close." He stammered as he gave Hiro a serious pounding.

"Claude..."

Hiroshi floated on the aftermath of his climax and the shattering sensations flooding his body. His mind was in bliss, his body aflame. When K gave a beautiful whimper of defeat, Hiroshi looked up into his tormented face. He smiled in victory to see such euphoria there.

"Your climax was beautiful," Hiroshi said, panting softly.

K gave a huffy laugh as he caught his breath and pulled himself out of Hiroshi's body. "Thanks, so was yours."

They lay side by side as the world began to spin more normally again. It took a few moments.

"Have I fulfilled your requests, my Lord?" K questioned spryly.

"Yes, for now." Hiroshi answered lazily.

They both began to laugh.

Hiroshi gave a huge sigh of contentment. "To feel this great—I never thought I could feel such happiness in this life. Not after all that has happened."

K scoffed gently. "After all these years, neither did I." He turned to lie on his side again so he could face Hiroshi. "When I'm with you I don't suffer from nightmares anymore. You're my salvation."

Hiro smiled and glanced over at K. "Let our demons diminish into the past, we have started anew. Neither of us will suffer from nightmares ever again."

"Promise...?"

Hiroshi leaned over and kissed K softly. "I promise."

Fin

A/N: Finally! I was able to finish this fic! Yayz! It took a bit longer cause it's a long chapter with an extra juicy lemon XD! Anyways, there is always something special about K and Hiro. I dunno if I will ever get tired of writing about them. It's always sad to have a fic come to an end. Thanks to all that waited patiently for me to work and post this fic. I hope you enjoy!

Until next time!