Kojuro suddenly jolted awake in his futon. He rubbed his head panting lightly. It had been only a few days since his encounter with the Toyotomi strategist. Soon after, he escaped from that place and was now safe and back with his lord and their soldiers.

Lately Kojuro had a guilty heart. He wanted his lord more than anything, and yet he succumbed to that slender man named Hanbei. Images of that lewd tryst still played in his mind.

He got up and decided to walk about outside. His mind was working too much for him to sleep. Glancing over, he saw a light on in the tent he and Masamune used for creating strategies before a battle.

Sighing heavily, he walked over opening the flap at the entrance. He could see Masamune's back was to him. He seemed to be studying something intently.

"Kojuro." Masamune's deep raspy voice sounded so delicious when saying his name.

"I am sorry for disturbing my lord at such a late hour. Though I am a bit curious as to what you yourself are doing up." Kojuro approached calmly. Masamune rubbed his chin in thought and looked over at his right eye standing there in his night yukata. He himself was in his night robes as well.

Masamune turned in his seat to face Kojuro. He could see that something was not the same in his partner.

"I could not sleep. Something seemed off about a few of these positions." He motioned to the layout of all the current warring states laid out on the table.

"Ah.I see. Should we discuss it more, my lord?" Kojuro offered dutifully.

"Nah. It's too late for tactful thinking." Masamune dismissed the idea. He looked more closely at his partner and stood.

"It is good to have you back home, Kojuro." He grinned big and laid a firm hand on his shoulder. Kojuro couldn't help but smile and feel a little embarrassed. Masamune let his eyes wonder as Kojuro mumbled some excuse as to how it was not a big deal. His eyes widened. On his subject's neck were tons of dark marks all along his chest even dipping into his yukata. He moved his hand along the line of the bone there. Kojuro's breath caught in his throat. His lord was openly touching him.

"What is all of this, Kojuro?" Masamune asked with brow furrowed.

Kojuro suddenly remembered the marks Hanbei had left. He shifted his yukata closed.

"It is nothing, my lord." Kojuro averted his gaze.

Masamune glared at him." Huhhhh?" He was becoming frustrated with Kojuro. This man had never tried to hide anything from him before. Masamune was becoming more curious.

"Kojuro. Let me see. If it's nothing it shouldn't be a problem."

Kojuro sighed reluctantly. "Alright.." Regretfully, he loosened his yukata enough that the shoulders fell off, exposing down to his navel. He kept his eyes closed as Masamune stared at all the marks littering his body. Some of them looked like nail markings. Masamune could make a joke about him being with some harlot from a brothel…but he had been a hostage of Toyotomi Hideyoshi for a while now.

"Just what…are those from?" Masamune hoped for some logical explanation.

"I cannot say." He was defensive about it. He lord was never supposed to find out.

Masamune frowned. "You are my right eye. And as my right eye, you are part of me. I have to know, Kojuro."

He stood there, silent.

"Will you not answer me?"

"..My lord I-"

"If you will not answer me as your lord, then answer me as your trusted friend." That made Kojuro meet his gaze. Masamune looked irate, but he could tell he was indeed concerned.

"It is..Dishonorable, Masamune." Again, Kojuro looked away.

Enraged, Masamune grabbed his right eye, tackling him to the ground. Two strong hands wrapped around Kojuro's neck cutting off his air.

"Kojurooooo!"He glared at his partner.

"I-it was….Ta-ke…naka." Kojuro managed to get out. That relented Masamune's attack on his throat. Kojuro huffed. To think his lord would go that far to get information out of him…

The look in Masamune's eyes caught his attention. He stared at him in disbelief.

"Takenaka..Hanbei?"

Kojuro nodded."Yes, my lord." Masamune visibly tensed, his hands balling up in fists.

His lord remained quiet as he sat atop his right eye, all the while Kojuro enjoying the position, but fearful of what might happen next.

Those two warm hands touched his exposed chest again. "Kojuro…how could you allow him to touch you." He looked his partner dead in the eye. His hands wandered down to the pink crescent shaped scratches on his torso, just now realizing the implications from where he was sitting atop Kojuro. His hand twitched.

"Just what did you two do?" Masamune ground out through his clenched teeth.

"Masamune-sama…" Kojuro looked at him with eyes full of lament. "I have done something regretful that has shamed your very name. Please, allow for me to repent in any way you see fit." Kojuro spoke honestly.

"Kojuro..!" Masamune glared down at him, holding the two ends of the opened yukata in his shaking hands. He bowed his head, his long hair tickling Kojuro's stomach. "Don't you know you belong to me?" He suddenly shouted out.

Kojuro lay there dumb struck.

Masamune shook on top of Kojuro.

"My lord..?" Kojuro's heart leapt into his throat when Masamune raised his head with tears in his eye.

"M-Masamune-sama!" Kojuro sat up and hugged his general. "Forgive me for upsetting you."

Fingers dug into his back, and unlike Hanbei's, he welcomed his lord's piercing touch. "To think…you were with someone else…!" Masamune pulled back to glare at his partner again.

They stared intensely at one another a moment. "Forgive me." Kojuro asked.

Masamune pressed his lips to Kojuro's in a hot, blood-boiling kiss. Kojuro lost himself in the kiss, holding Masamune as close as he could to himself. Masamune let out a small moan as they parted. Kojuro simply stared at his lord a moment.

"Masamune-sama….you don't know how long I've been wanting to do that." He smiled.

Masamune hugged his loyal partner. "Kojuro.." The way he said his name, it was different this time. Kojuro shifted his lord in his lap, about to ask what was wrong when he felt something hot and hard there against his own his lord was not completely unaffected.

Hot breath ran across his ear. "You said you wanted to repent." Masamune 's nose and lips brushed his neck and it was all over for Kojuro."You can start by making it up to me right now." Masamune said smoothly, rolling up on Kojuro's lap, rubbing himself on Kojuro's stomach.

Kojuro didn't need to be told twice.