The chromatic glimmer of the dazzling show lights lingered in the mind's eye, and the booming sounds of various genres of music set to escort theatrical combatants into the squared circle echoed in the thoughts of one Oda Kippoushi as he sat in the passenger seat of a humble white car driving along the home stretch towards the shared dwelling of the 'master and servant' duo whose train of their master/servant relationship had long since left the station, and arrived at the ultimate destination many moons prior. Kippoushi had been rattling on and on in his usual excited and enthusiastic demeanor the whole way home ever since leaving the event.
Several weeks prior, Nobunaga had changed her spirit origin into the male Kippoushi on a whim, and stuck with it. Of course, there wasn't too much that ultimately changed with such trade-outs, at least as far as her 'normal' manifestation to her Fool of Owari form were concerned. Yet all the same, the minor changes were noticeable to those familiar with the Oda daimyo, chiefly in the fun-loving attitude that was only really ever seen when the great unifier changed into her Berserker origin.
In the car, Kippoushi finished glorifying the amazing maneuvers of the fellow Japanese and popular women's wrestling star, Iyo. He leaned closer to Gregory as he drove down the road, steadily making progress on the road home. The sheer admiration of the theatrical storytelling mixed with the athletic skill needed to perform painted bright upon the Oda legend's face."So that guy Dom, right? He still wants to beat down his father? And his whole little gang is okay with that too? Jeez! I mean, I wasn't exactly respectful to my old man... but at least I felt bad about it! And worked my ass off to make up for it!" Kippoushi spoke with contempt, absorbed into the story that was continually woven weekly through the shows. "And the announcer guys were talking about how Rey Misterio is a big deal!"
Kippoushi flopped back in his seat, his mind occupied as he considered the different tales being told by the performers, completely enthralled by the spectacle. He put one booted foot up over his other knee in the confined space, and leaned back. "That's insane. Talk about an ungrateful kid." Kippoushi quipped, thinking over the two sides and their feud. "But still, he's a good bad guy. Really makes you want to see him get his butt kicked, you know?"
"Hahaha, yeah. He definitely inherited his dad's flair for showmanship." Gregory answered, equally as invested in the aftermath of the fun, and letting the relaxing vibe of the evening settle in as they made their way back. The car slowly settled into a parking area, and was subsequently turned off. Gregory and Kippoushi got out of the car, still talking about the event and the prospective future matches and storylines that might be told in the months to come. Somehow, Gregory knew that Kippoushi would absolutely love and attach to the world of professional wrestling.
"Heel, by the way."
"Eh?" Kippoushi questioned with a short sound.
"Bad guys. In the wrestling world, we call them 'heels'."
The two made their way slowly into the home, and sealed up the door behind them. Gregory and Kippoushi both kicked off their shoes and boots, and settled in over at the couch, flopping down upon it side by side, and looking over at the television, sitting cold and off. Both felt like doing something else to add on to the entertainment of the night, but as the hour had gotten quite late, nothing easily doable could come to mind.
"You know, I actually took training classes for that."
"What?"
"For the wrestling, Kip." Gregory elaborated. It wasn't very long, but I actually trained at a pro wrestling school nearby. It was private training, and not one of the lengthy classes, but it was pretty awesome. My push-up game kind of sucks, but they said my squats were actually impressive compared to most of their other student." Kippoushi's face was excited and intently listening, displaying looks of impressed interest, up until the comments about the push-ups and squats. "OH?" The Oda boy questioned, a clever look on his face. "So what you're saying is that you can't lift for s-"
"HEY." Gregory interjected quickly.
"Hahahahaha!"
"I can do just fine lifting, thank you." Gregory tacked on with an air of feigned offense.
"Wait! You didn't let me finish, Gregory. I was going to say that you can't lift for shit, but your ass is where it's at."
Gregory's face dropped to a thoroughly embarrassed and yet almost as equally pleased expression clear to see. Kippoushi seemed to be rather proud of his accomplishment in this regard, as he lid closer to Gregory on the couch, replicating the hooked leg position he hand in the car, but scooting over until his hip bumped against Gregory's. His arm hooked up and over around his master's neck, and and pulled him close. "Say, since you're a pro in your own right, what do you say you teach me about this western wrestling style? The night's still young, and we got nothing else to do. And now I'm ready to go!"
Gregory, whose face was much closer to Kippoushi's own grew warmer as the Oda slowly and confidently encroached upon Gregory's personal space. Kippoushi made a sly and quiet quip about how their relationship had been quite intimate for years now, and that there was nothing to be so shy about, but it did little to avert the suddenly submissive and more timid demeanor being displayed by Gregory. Kippoushi lifted the slender arm which was not hooked around Gregory's shoulder, and drew Gregory's long black hair behind his neck, bringing his own face quite close. "Come on, I took you to the Sumo matches down in Little Tokyo. Isn't this the least you could do the repay me?"
Brown eyes slowly moved to meet the ruby irises from Kippoushi's face, the heat between the two growing and becoming quite electric in the air. Gregory swallowed and glanced down, eyes meeting the exposed abs on display thanks to the midriff-revealing attire which Kippoushi seemed to enjoy favoring. Looking back up to the lean-framed Oda, Gregory spoke quietly.
"You want a private lesson?"
Kippoushi nodded slowly, and grinned seductively with those irresistible half-lidded eyes, adding a tint of shadow to the sparkling red beneath, giving the Oda boy a seemingly enchanted gaze. Gregory leaned closer to his currently masculine-bodied Nobunaga, and put his own hands around Kippoushi in kind. His left arm wrapped up and under Kippoushi's right arm to rest on the Oda's shoulder, gently pulling the two into a face to face position, while Gregory's right hand snaked gingerly around Kip's arm which had been draped over.
"Are you sure you're ready for it? It's usually pretty hard at first..." Gregory teased with a hushed and breathy tone, whispered nearly directly into Kippoushi's ear.
Kippoushi smiled, enticed by the sudden initiative.
"Alright... in that case..."
Suddenly, Gregory's grip tightened, and locked Kippoushi in place. An audible gasp escaped from Kippoushi's lips, as Gregory used the position to leverage the lithe Oda man's body, wrenching it to the side, and bringing the slender partner's body abruptly onto the couch's cushions with a snap uranage maneuver. Kippoushi's gasp at the impact was so unexpected that even Gregory couldn't help but smile. Kippoushi looked up at Gregory who hung over him, the Oda's face wreathed in an aura of pleasant surprise. Within seconds, however, the expression turned from impressed surprise to a devilish grin.
"... uh oh."
"Uh oh is right."
Kippoushi was not intimately familiar with western wrestling, but he was a fan of it from the televised matches they had watched together, and had listened with honest interest whenever Gregory had explained the moves and how to safely execute such techniques and moves. Kippoushi grabbed Gregory from his position below, and while grabbing him by the shoulders, Kip pressed Gregory's thighs with his feet. Launched in a front flip over the Oda boy, Gregory flopped on the other side and off the couch, fumbling onto the floor with a sudden thumping sound.
"Oh shit." Kip spoke plainly, temporarily forgetting that his strength outranked Gregory by a notable margin, given the nature of their respective existences. However, slowly a thumbs up rose from behind the arm at the end of the couch, to which Kippoushi could not help but laugh, and the feeling of concern was slowly alleviated as he could hear Gregory's own brief laugh emerge from behind the furniture as well. "You're okay, then?" He added, asking with real interest.
"I'm good. Here, come give me a hand." Gregory asked, which encouraged Kippoushi to stand, and move around the couch to help. Looking down, Gregory's long strands of black hair were spilled all over the floor around him as he lay on his back. Kippoushi extended a hand, helping Gregory back up. "You know, the bed would be a better place if you're interested in roughhousing, Gregory." Even with the comedic break from the unexpected fall, the adrenaline and energy from the night remained coursing through their veins. Kippoushi took Gregory by the hand, and nearly dragged him into their bedroom with haste.
Behind the bedroom door, the dynamic of equal opponents faded, and Kippoushi took Gregory and shoved him towards the bed, bumping against the mattress. Kippoushi pressed up against his body, feeling Gregory's hands rise and grip Kip's exposed midriff, tracing the abdominal muscles before tightening around his back. Bare fingers holding tight to the warm skin of Kip's lower back. Kippoushi grinned down, and added a final thought.
"Aren't we a little overdressed for this?" He said, lips centimeters from Gregory's own. "Let's get into more appropriate attire..."
Slowly, Kip undressed the pair, starting with Gregory's long sleeved red shirt, followed by his pants, and undergarments; ultimately ending with his own disrobing. Standing before Gregory from a position elevated above and before him as Gregory sat on the bed's edge, the master looked up at the servant. The irony of the dynamic being fundamentally opposite to their relationship didn't matter, and both knew this. Kippoushi glanced between the two, recognizing that both of them were more than ready, given the not-so-subtle body language of their nethers.
Kippoushi slowly climbed atop Gregory, pinning his shoulders down upon the cool sheets of the mattress. Kippoushi's long ponytail hung over his shoulder, falling beside their heads and grazing gently over Gregory's own locks. Looking up at Kip, the confident and energetic hunger in his eyes was on full display, and he knew that there was no resisting it nor changing the positions here. With Nobunaga's other forms, he was happy to switch between playing the dominant or submissive depending on mood. Kippoushi, however, had a knack for instantly drawing out the submissive side.
Kippoushi slowly lowered his body down, their rigid lengths grazing gently upon one another's skin, the hot skin of their sensitive areas painting distinct warmth against the other. Slowly the two met, and proceeded to rub against one another as if a mutual, erotic massage. Gregory's breath hitched, and Kippoushi instantly fell forward, bringing their lips together. Gregory exhaled sharply through his nose as his mouth's airway was cut off by the onslaught of Kippoushi's aggressive tongue.
Kippoushi's mounted position shifted, he drew back from the forceful kiss, and his body slowly sliding upward along Gregory's chest with his personal 'rifle' inching progressively forward. Gregory's eyes wandered down from Kip's lusty face, and lowered down to the rigid member which his partner slowly brought closer rand closer. He needn't say anything. Gregory knew what Kippoushi wanted, because he wanted it as well. Once Kippoushi had arrived, Gregory moved his shoulders, letting Kip's legs loop underneath, bringing his nethers directly in front of his face with nowhere else to go.
With no hesitation, and a hand on Gregory's cheek, Kippoushi slowly pressed the tip against Gregory's lips. Gregory offered no resistance, and with a welcoming hum he accepted the thing inside his mouth. The hot skin resting on his tongue, with a slow and steady drip of their excitement already dripping free from the tip of Kippoushi's 'rifle'. It created a delicious and intoxicating slickness of Kip's personal flavor inside his mouth, making a perfect lubricant as the Fool of Owari began to rock his hips forward and back gently, turning Gregory mouth into a welcome toy for pleasure.
Of course, they both knew it was more than that, but at the moment there was no denying the intense sensations being caused by their mutual lust. Gregory continued to accept the thrusting into his mouth, the end piercing just into the throat, interrupted only by a short periodic gagging sound despite having working to train himself on his partner for these moments, when Nobu let Kippoushi out to play. They continued in this slow and steady, rhythmic rocking until Kippoushi was nearing his limit.
When this growing pressure had begun to build, Kip stopped, and pulled himself out of Gregory's lips, leaving a long and thick string of his precursory juices from tongue to tip. Gregory heaved his breath, staring up lovingly and with intense desire in his eyes at Kippoushi's own still half-lidded ruby circles.
"You ready, Gregory?" Kippoushi asked through long and hot breaths. "Let me try this finishing move... and we'll see how those squats of yours treated your body..."
Kippoushi slid off of Gregory, and grabbed him aggressively, hauling him backwards to the edge of the bed again. He knelt down before his human partner, and wrapped a hand around one leg, with the other upon Gregory' length. He began to stroke the erect member of his partner which was slick with its own leaking fluid. Kippoushi's slender fingers were wrapped tightly, but not too tightly around the thick of the thing. Systematic and consistent motions prompted a throbbing and encouraging response in the organ, which Kip gazed upon with an equal lust as that which Gregory had given to him.
Lowering his head, Kippoushi began to engulf his partner's member into his own mouth, but with a dominating confidence that was strikingly opposite to the softer and receptive way in which Gregory had taken in Kip's. The Oda lower down and took it in completely. Sliding his mouth forward and back, Gregory took hold of Kip's long ponytail and used it to held guide and keep the motion, though Kip hardly needed the help. It was obvious who was in control, and Gregory was more than happy to let Kip command the battlefield that was their bedroom.
Gregory could feel it building up inside. It was ready to burst at any moment, and the twitching and throbbing in his body below reverberated throughout his veins. Feeling this, and recognizing it for what it was, Kippoushi withdrew, leaving a similar trail of saliva and fluid from his own lips. Gregory heaved heavily and stared down at Kippoushi with pleading eyes.
Kippoushi grinned deviously, and instead rose, slowly approaching Gregory' face, before planting another deep kiss upon his lips. Their flavors blended together between their tongues, the two tasting themselves and one another within the sexual cocktail they blended in this heated kiss. Once more, Kip cut the moment short, stand up and leaving another trail which was quick to break in the sudden motion. In the dim lighting of the room, the hardly lit silhouette of Kippoushi made a powerful, arousing, and commanding presence.
"Get up." He said simply. The words weren't harsh, and yet they were so simple and to the point, that it may as well have been a militaristic order. Gregory instantly rose to his feet and stood before his beloved, the two sharing a moment born of their love, burning skin, and boiling desire. Kippoushi pressed himself against Gregory, their lengths brushing and rubbing again, before turning him around slowly, and pressing him over against the foot-board of the bed. "Together... okay?"
As if he even had to say it, Gregory was so absorbed into the moment, that he was confident that it would have happened even without having been told such. Kippoushi gripped him by the hips and dripped a small amount of liquid from a bottle on the adjacent nightstand, and pressed slowly against his back entrance. Encouraged even further by the natural lubricants that had been added by their bedroom endeavors, Kippoushi slowly pushed inside.
At first it was subtle and slow, but once Kippoushi had locked in an angle and positioning, he immediately gripped Gregory's hips tighter, and thrust in with a shocking force. Gregory gasped with a suddenness so abrupt, even he hadn't expected it. Together, their voices hummed out moans of raw pleasure, as the well trained legs and rear muscles of Gregory did well to grip and constrict Kippoushi's thick length. It was one thing while in his mouth, the width of Kippoushi's rifle was quite powerful, but taking it this way gave him a completely different understanding of its dimensions.
On Gregory's side, that thickness coupled with a delightful length filled him completely. His mind both raced and shut down simultaneously. It wasn't often that he felt this sort of experience. The vast majority of the time, Nobunaga was in her various female body incarnations, but he appreciated the difference in encounter when she felt like changing into her Kippoushi form. Clearly, Nobunaga – Kippoushi – also appreciated this kind of encounter too. His hips rocked harder and hard, faster and faster, forcing more grunts and moans of unbridled pleasure to erupt from both of them. Gregory exhaled very abruptly with a startled groan as Kippoushi released one hand from Gregory's hip, and took hold of the long locks hanging from Gregory's head and yanked backwards.
Having his head and torso forced back and arched via the hair pull sent shivers down his body which were quickly suppressed by the continual backdoor assault from Kippoushi's wide, pulsing member. Rocking back and forth, the bed frame creaked with each rocking motion, Gregory feeling the sensation growing stronger and stronger between them both. The heavy and labored breathing from Kippoushi behind his ears coming faster and faster, in perfect tempo to the ravishing pleasure being thrust as deep as possible from behind.
Soon, he could hear that Kippoushi's breathing was beginning to hitch, and the intense heat from his cock inside pulsed harder in significantly quicker beats. Gregory could feel it too. Perhaps it was their connection, the bond they shared on a level deeper than many would know, but the timing coincided in the dark of the bedroom. Together, they both moaned out, as Kippoushi unleashed. Gregory could feel the torrent of Oda seed blasting out into his body from behind. Kippoushi's hips slammed hard with each unleashing thrust, their skin pressed as tight as possible, with Kippoushi unhanding Gregory's hair and wrapping his arms around the waist to lock them both together with unbreakable pressure.
With each thrust, the hot and thick liquid filled him in ways he rarely had ever known. Simultaneously, Gregory too released, his own thick shots firing out upon the foot-board of the bed upon which he was draped over. After numerous shots – notably more than either of them had expected – the two slowly pulled back. Still connected from Kippoushi's member inside Gregory, they stood upright, with Kip's arms wrapped lovingly around Gregory in a tight but comforting embrace as Gregory's remaining fluid dripped to the floor below.
Kippoushi slowly began to soften after a few moments of the two simply standing back to chest, held in a lover's embrace in the midnight shadows. When released from the plug that was Kippoushi's length, some of the contents of his efforts began to trickle out, leaving its presence on the floor; the Oda liquid meeting with that of Gregory's own in a sort of poetic and yet erotic representation of their bond. A few moments had passed, with the two collapsing onto the bed for a moment, before looking to one another with a lazy, but deeply connected gaze of love.
"So... who's gonna clean up our mess?" Gregory asked, a heavy breath breaking up his words.
Doing a double take, Gregory looked past the shadows in the dark, and saw a female laying beside him. As sure as his eyes could see, Lord Kippoushi had already reverted to the base and original Oda Nobunaga. Her beautiful red eyes staring with deep affection at him through the shadowed room, her hands gripping Gregory's with gentle and caring support. She leaned forward, and planted a deeply romantic and gentle kiss upon his lips which was promptly returned in kind, though he was still confused by the appearance of his normal Nobu.
"What do you mean 'our' mess, Gregory? I only just got here."
'Of course.' Gregory thought as he gazed back with bemused and exasperated endearment. 'She is making me handle all of the cleaning on a technicality.'
Gregory breathed one last exhale, releasing the remnants of the sexual tension, as his perfect Nobu stared back with a sweet and yet oh-so-aware-of-her-own-machinations smile.
"Thanks, Nobu."