Chapter 3

The following week was eventful, but at the same time peaceful for the palace. The Shogun was busy with his usual duties and strengthening his borders in case the white men would bring retribution for taking back what was rightfully the Shogun's. Jim spoke English well by then and using that knowledge, he was in correspondence with the Americans. For now no letter or consul came from the American consulate so they would have to wait what would come out of it.

But it didn't mean the Shogun could lean back in this carved chair. There were some smaller internal problems in his realm too and dealing with those kept him busy enough. Even so, whenever his time allowed, he granted that daily one hour to the Captain both to learn from the white culture and to answer his questions about the Japanese one. Captain Beaulieu had some valuable information from which the Shogun could learn so he didn't regret his decision yet that he let the white man live.

The tall samurai had busy days and nights as well, putting in as much hours of sleep as he was allowed. Otherwise he kept an eye on Corey, oversaw the needs of the other samurais too and in the last two days returned to teaching the heir of the Shogun with Corey around. Of course he had to get Shogun Root's approval first, but he had his ways and they both thought that the Captain's suggestion would be beneficial. Both for the little prince and the Captain. Clearly Jim didn't think that Corey would pose a threat to his son and frankly, it was a huge honor that he let the soldier to be in the presence of his heir.

"Don't overthink. Just empty your mind and watch the reactions of the enemy, Yuki-san," Kiichi explained as they were facing and circling each other with their wooden practice katanas. "Feel their next move..." he said taking a sudden step towards the prince, but pulled back right away, startling the boy a bit but then he nodded with a determined expression on his small face and waited out until Kiichi attacked for real while Corey was watching them from nearby.

Corey played the settling in man well in the past week. It was not that hard since he actually enjoyed learning more about the culture and the way of life in the Shogun’s palace. And of course he leaned more about his interesting guards of night and day too. Especially Kiichi, with whom he felt some common spark arise on a daily basis. The Captain also got to know more of the land he was kept in, and he made mental notes of everything around him.

But what he really enjoyed was watching the black-haired samurai with the heir practicing. Kiichi was both focused and strict and fun and easy to understand to the young boy, or for that matter to a foreigner who wanted to learn about the fighting ways of samurais.

It was evident that the young prince had talent with the sword and was also an eager and attentive student. He quickly figured out the fighting patterns, no matter how Kiichi was mixing them up. But then again they've been practicing together ever since the boy was strong enough to hold the wooden katana.

"Very good, Yuki-san," Kiichi nodded with a smile after he blocked the tall man's attacks three times in a row. "We can take a break now," he said to the flushed and slightly out of breath boy.

"No. One more time!" he said determined, making his teacher bow while grinning wide and proud.

"As my Lord wishes," Kiichi added then they continued. This time though the attack ended with the prince having to back away and land on his butt, making both adults chuckle a bit.

With a huff Yuki got up to dust himself off and narrow his hazel eyes on the Captain. "It's your turn now, Corey-san!" he grinned offering the practice sword to the still grinning man. "I wish to see how you fight Kiichi-kun."

Said samurai simply stood there, glimpsing – maybe a bit expectantly – at the sitting Captain to see what he'd do. The air definitely got charged again when their eyes met and Kiichi slightly nodded, letting Corey know that they could do that if he was up to the challenge.

Corey smiled locking eyes with the samurai then stood up with a bow. "As you wish, my lord," he said respectfully to Yuki then took the wooden sword and swung it a few times as if it was a western sword. Making the boy smile at him.

"Don't hold back, Kiichi-kun. I like it wild and rough," he said with a dirty undertone while getting in position.

Needless to say, that comment painted the samurai's cheeks with some color and he cleared his throat, but didn't say anything, just bowed to Corey then took his position.

As he started concentrating on his opponent, he closed out the curious thoughts about how exactly and what the buffer man liked and emptied his mind. It went easy for him with all the years of practice behind him and when the Captain attacked – in a very western manner – he dodged the wooden sword with ease, quickly turning around to lightly hit his own against Corey's back as a sign of where he would've cut him down if it was a real fight.

Corey stepped back and nodded with respect to Kiichi. Using the katana still as his western sword, he struck forward with heavy moves, using his physical power to make the lean samurai step back and dodge his attacks.

Kiichi had to admit that Corey's strikes were strong and at times numbing as he ducked them. While guessing his next moves, his black eyes were also sizing up his possible tactics and noticed the mistakes and weaknesses in his attack and moves.

"If you'll allow me..." Kiichi suddenly said, stopping Corey in his tracks. "Stay like that," he said with the eyes and expression of a teacher as he approached the other man. "Yuki-san... Do you see his mistakes from there?" he asked his student.

"Yes, sensei. His grip is too tight on the hilt and his shoulders are too tense too. He's using too much force in his strikes," the boy chimed in.

"Very good, my lord," Kiichi smiled then looked into the warm brown eyes of his opponent for a long moment. Putting his own sword down Kiichi stepped behind Corey and put his slender hands on his shoulders, stroking them down a couple of times as if he wanted to make the tension go away. "Relax your shoulders," he said on his deep voice then placed an open palm onto the middle of the other man's back and put some pressure on it. "Straight back," he continued and stepped next to Corey to put his hands on his to show the right way to hold the practice sword. "Ease your grip so you can move the sword with less effort. Now let's try again," he said stepping back and after picking up his sword, he got back into position and nodded when he was ready.

Corey kept his curious eyes on the samurai who kept touching him. It was rather pleasant, if anyone asked him… And it only made his breathing heavier and his pulse faster…

The fact that he used his western ways of fencing on purpose was his own secret for the possibility that he might have a chance someday to flee and have to fight Japanese warriors. Playing it dumb was beneficial for him many times before in foreign lands…

But the touch of Kiichi caused a sudden short-circuit in his brain and senses and blood started to flow more into his lower body than to freshen his brain… He could feel the clean scent of wooden oils on the pale skin close to him…

When the taller man nodded he struck on instinct, as his distracted brain instructed his moves after watching the training of the young prince for days.

His long swings from the lower side were elegant and clearly surprised Kiichi as the Captain stepped behind his back with ease on his fast legs, poking the long back with a playful smile.

Yes, the samurai was surprised to say the least. He didn't expect Corey to understand so quickly what he was supposed to do. But then he's been watching him practicing with the prince for days so probably that helped a lot now that he knew the right position.

As Kiichi's back tensed when he was poked, they could hear Yuki's cheering and clapping.

"That was so good, Corey-san! I've never seen anyone manage to do that to sensei!" he said on an amazed voice, coming a bit closer with a huge grin on his small face.

"My Lord is right. Well done," Kiichi shortly glimpsed at Corey over his shoulder then took a step forward to put some distance between their bodies, because the Captain's closeness and clean scent were trying to fill his mind with forbidden thoughts again.

"Yuki-san!" they suddenly heard a middle-aged woman's voice who was hurrying down the path to them. "My Lord, it is time for you to visit your mother. Come along quick! We have to wash you up first!" the woman said waving Yuki towards her then she quickly bowed to the men along with Yuki before ushering the young prince towards the castle.

That left two slightly worked up men to themselves. Which was to Corey's liking, but they were still out in the open before many eyes.

"It was a good fight. Can we go back to eat, maybe?" he asked stepping close to Kiichi again. And shamelessly sniffed long from the scent of the alluring man.

The samurai had to close his eyes for a moment and take a deep breath to calm both his nerves and body. The long-haired stranger definitely had some effect on him, but he had to pull himself together. He was Corey's guard. Nothing more.

"Sure. Let's go," he said taking the practice sword from the buff man's hand and gave it along with his to another samurai that was overseeing some practicing young men.

***

They walked back to Corey's room in silence and not much later their food was served by two servants too. As they were eating quietly while sitting opposite each other, Kiichi stole glances from the other man when he wasn't looking. He was trying to figure out what was it in this western man – at whom he should look as his enemy – that intrigued him so much. What was that has been affecting Kiichi more and more with each passing day?

"Are you liking what you see, Kiichi-kun?" Corey asked low, not even looking up just eating for a few more seconds. Then as he leaned forward to put his bowl down, his shirt loosened again, revealing some of his slightly hairy strong chest.

His warm deep eyes looked into the black ones for longer than necessary. "I know I love what I see… Just would like to know what you’re thinking over in your pretty head while you keep looking at me…" he spoke on a low calm voice, spiced with a little dirtiness.

The chopsticks stopped mid-air after Kiichi pulled them out of his mouth. Luckily he already swallowed his rice when he heard Corey's remark. Otherwise he probably would have choked or something. Like someone who was busted, the black eyes widened a bit and the samurai's cheeks colored again. He hated that reaction, but couldn't help it.

Or the automatic way his eyes dropped down to the strong chest, making Kiichi swallow hard. This wasn't good. He shouldn't think of Corey like that... And he was obviously bad at hiding his thoughts because the Captain could see or sense them too.

Meeting the brown eyes for that long look, he squared his shoulders as an answer to the kinda challenging way the other man talked to him. "I do. But I can't," he answered, deciding that honesty would be the best and cleanest way to put a stop to the... budding feelings that shouldn't be there.

Corey raised a brow to the honest answer, keeping the endless dark eyes with his. "The Shogun, right? I have eyes and knowing males well on this… Tell me..." he spoke low and moved closer to the other man," what would you do if you could...?" he asked only inches away from the handsome face.

Dropping his eyes and looking aside as Corey got closer, Kiichi stayed silent for a long meaningful moment, but didn't move further away as he put his bowl and the chopsticks down onto his tray.

"What does it matter when it's forbidden to me and can never happen?" he asked back, careful with picking his words. As Kiichi looked up from Corey's full lips into his eyes, the black orbs reflected both desire and a deep kind of ever-present sadness that he usually managed to hide behind his tough samurai mask.

Corey has seen that sad shining before in the gorgeous eyes. But noticing the desire there made him not to let the topic go. First he felt like the usual fling of desire was all that was inside him towards the black samurai. But to be honest with himself, he fell badly and deep for this 'forbidden' man and his intellect and grace.

Licking slowly his lips he moved his hand to caress the high cheekbone tenderly as he moved closer. "I'm sorry, I want to make all your wishes come true. Even if it's forbidden…" he whispered and pecked the sensual reddish lips gently, sliding his big hand onto the back of the long neck to caress it.

Kiichi closed his eyes and inhaled sharply from the gentle touch on his cheek and the whispered words. What kind of magic did this man hold? Was he a devil sent from the west to tempt him and test his loyalty? Well... even if he was, that kiss was the sweetest poison he'd ever tasted during his life.

The touch on his neck made Kiichi melt some more and a shiver ran down his spine as his hands fisted on top of his knees to keep himself from touching the other man. Who just granted his wish with that peck on his lips. Kiichi could do nothing else but let the exploring tongue into his mouth as he suddenly felt powerless and weak to the bone.

Feeling his kiss welcomed, Corey deepened it. He felt dizzy and mesmerized like never before. Like a moth drawn to a dangerous flame… He knew how much he was playing with his safety for starting something with the all-mighty Shogun's lover… But he couldn't resist what he felt anymore…

Feeling his tongue meeting Kiichi's, he took hold of the very disciplined and fisted hand and placed it on his chest over his madly banging heart.

The leaner man couldn't really put to words what he was feeling from that deep and overwhelming kiss. But for now there was no real need to do so. It was the time to feel, not think. Or at least for a few more moments.

Because as his hand was placed over the strongly beating heart and Kiichi felt it under the palm of his slender hand, he broke the kiss and breathed fast and slightly shallow on the wet lips as if trying to calm his own feelings and body. "Stop it. There's no use. You can never have me. I belong to another..." he whispered softly and kinda sadly.

Corey couldn't hide the small pain in his eyes from the words of the samurai. He swallowed hard too and squeezed the hand he was still holding to his chest a little.

"You have to be loyal to him… I get it… I'm not…" he started but changing his mind just sighed looking away and let the warm hand go feeling more defeated than in any battle before. He was really losing his heart to this man… Who was too good of a slave than to follow his desires that he clearly had for the Captain.

"I am sorry… I guess…" he whispered inhaling long before looking back at Kiichi with a little sadness in his gentle brown eyes. "I'm not giving up easily…"

Swallowing hard the samurai lifted his hand from over Corey's heart to gracefully put it on the bearded face. He could feel his own heart still beating hard and fast. That kiss seemed to have unleashed more in him than he first thought. Even if it was forbidden. It was as if the breath of a dragon licked across his whole being. And he could see that kind of power in the sad eyes.

Sliding a bit further back so there was enough room between their bodies, he bowed to the ground until his forehead was nearly touching it. "I apologize for unwittingly making you sad. It wasn't my intention," he said then as he sat back up, Kiichi hesitated for a moment before going onto all fours, one hand finding the back of the thick neck as he leaned in for one last stolen kiss before he got up and padded out of the room, sliding the door back to its place. Of course he wouldn't wander far off since it was still just in the afternoon, but he needed some space to breathe and calm the flames in his heart and soul that has never been his in the first place.

Corey was just looking at the closed door for long minutes, trying to gather his mind and emotions. He came to the conclusion that Kiichi wanted him too… Even if not, the Captain wanted to feel that at least for a little while longer. He curled up in his bed and closed his eyes while recalling that last kiss. The samurai kissed him, like a signal… He couldn't give up… This feeling and this man… It felt too special and unique… He sighed stroking his long hair out of his face and slowly dozed off from the memories of those moments.

***

The rustling of the finest silk mixed with the sounds of a soft hairbrush slowly sliding on dark long hair. The room was otherwise silent and half-lit, only some laughter and music could be heard from the distance. The graceful figure was sitting on the floor, leaning over some objects on the ground.

A pale hand reached out for the wide brush and the jar. The scent of the rice powder was just as familiar as the slide of the brush on bare skin, leaving white stripes behind.

The geisha from the figure's old memories would be mesmerizing to any child who could observe such a fine woman getting ready to entertain important and rich men. It was explained to the wide-eyed child who often helped to tie the beautiful kimonos or lined up the tools of her trade so she wouldn't be late and to look as breathtaking as she could.

Now the child was grown and the pale hand was holding a smaller brush the same way as the geisha in the childhood memory. It was cherry red and painted the perfectly shaped lips with that vivid color.

The long dark hair was let down as requested, instead of being put up into an elaborate bun. The figure's mysterious eyes were painted with the same elegant precision, making them more enchanting.

One last look in the mirror before it was time to go. Everything looked perfect. Picking up the red and white fan and the Shamisen (or a three-stringed small-bodied guitar), the geisha was ready to entertain.

***

By the time the Captain woke up he found the red samurai before his door. He was informed that Kiichi was ordered away for the afternoon. And that somehow made Corey's heart sink… And maybe relieved a little too. He was sure he wouldn't be able to fully hold himself back after that lunch kissing. He decided to sort his thoughts out in his room for the rest of the day. The 'making friends with the white man samurai' had to wait a little more.

After a few hours he heard voices from outside, then running away feet… Slightly opening the door Corey saw that the samurai Corey was nowhere…It was early sundown and the opportunity made the Captain take it and wander around in the palace.

The geisha was sitting close to the Shogun, feeling his familiar intense eyes on her, even if her gaze was cast downwards, concentrating on performing the tea ritual as she was taught many years ago. Each move was calculated and graceful and they also brought a sense of peacefulness both to the one preparing the tea and the onlooker.

The geisha knew that the Shogun liked to start their evenings with that then soon after consuming the tea he would request from her to play and sing some songs on her instrument.

"Why don't you play one of your new songs for me?" Shogun Root asked as if on cue.

That made the geisha smile shortly up at him, seeing how his slightly darker eyes were glued to her red, red mouth. "As my Lord wishes. I've finished two new ones. I could perform them."

"Please, do so," Jim murmured, lightly brushing the dark hair out of the long pale neck.

Gracefully nodding, the geisha picked up her instrument and started softly strumming it, her quiet but strong voice soon following as she started singing about dragons and demons and love.

The longer she sang, the closer the Shogun got to her. She kept playing her instrument, but stopped singing and slightly gasped for air when she felt the ruler's hot lips on her neck and his hands starting to slowly untie her obi belt.

Never being inside the inner halls of the palace, Corey just couldn't resist. He knew that the Shogun himself had his private sleeping quarters in that wing too.

As he was sneaking around in the short hallway, the Captain heard some music and singing. It sounded somewhat sad… As he got closer, being allured to the voice, he could make out the song about love and dragons… And it made him stop before the slide door and listen. His heart was filling up with that emotion again toward his guard and those few short but meaningful moments they shared…

Suddenly the singing stopped. And even the playing got a bit out of rhythm… Moving around Corey noticed a small crack between the modules of the wall so he could peek through.

He found the Shogun himself sitting half-way with his back towards him and a geisha was sitting on her heels before the ruler. Corey saw only the side of her painted face, her perfectly shaped red lips drawing in his eyes as she parted them and signed from the way the Shogun was pampering her neck and shoulders.

Jim couldn't get enough of that sweet taste as he kept kissing up on the long neck, not even caring that his face would get white from the powder. His desire for his geisha was evident and he gently but determinedly took the Shamisen from her hands to put it aside. Taking hold of a slender pale hand he got a bit impatient and led it under his clothes to make her touch his throbbing hardness.

"You always drive me crazy, my beautiful geisha..." he said slightly out of breath and moaned as the long fingers closed around his hard flesh, knowing what to do.

"I exist to serve you, my Lord..." she said loud enough for their voyeur to hear it too.

"Yes, you do..." he panted, desire making his expression darken as he was trying to decide how to take the mouthwatering being in front of him. But first... He did a quick job on loosening his own clothes then he pulled the geisha closer to him to claim those sinfully red lips in a rough and demanding kiss, his hand fisting in the long hair. His moves were like an addict's who was getting the rush he has been waiting for all day.

As the lipstick and white powder got smeared around the geisha's mouth, the Shogun pulled the kimono off the goose fleshed shoulders, revealing the elaborate tattoo on the naked back, which continued on the arms too.

"Put those pretty red lips around my flesh..." Jim grunted low, already pushing the geisha's head towards his exposed groin. And then his wish was quickly granted by the eager mouth sucking on him the way he liked the most.

Just when starting to wonder about why and from where those sensual lips seemed familiar to him, Corey's breath skipped as the Shogun pushed the white kimono off the tattooed shoulders.

His thoughts about Jim-san being into males made sense now. As Corey recognized Kiichi in the geisha.

He had to bite his lip watching the man he fell in love with serving the Lord of the land and eagerly working his pretty shaped lips around the hard long meat to please. The Captain felt a pang of jealousy, but also arousal while peeking on the scene. He knew the words of the geisha were true… He was the property of his ruler and Corey felt desperate to change that.

Kiichi knew well how to please his master and he did everything he could to do so. His mouth was taking more and more of the long and hard shaft, slicking it up with his spit while his tongue was playing wildly on its underside, his pale painted hands caressing his ruler's bare upper body until he was pulled off the hard cock by his hair.

He was panting, eyes hazy, make up smeared around his mouth which was attacked by the

Shogun for an all teeth and tongue kiss.

"Did you prepare yourself for me?" he heard the demanding question as his tattooed back arched some more from the firm grip and light tug on his hair.

"Yes, my Lord. As you like it," he panted.

"Good boy. Turn around," he instructed and Kiichi moved right away to obey, letting the Shogun drag down the rest of his clothes as he was standing there on all fours.

He could hear the rustling of silk around and behind him as the ruler got rid of his own clothes too before kneeling behind him then he was pushing that long hard meat into his stretched and oiled up ass. It made him bite on his swollen bottom lip to more or less muffle his cry as he was kept in place with the big hands on his hips, long hair falling into his painted face from the force of the pushes that followed.

Outside the Captain could not decide whether he was outraged about the treatment Kiichi got or more turned on. Probably a little both … The Shogun was using his bigger size. Even if Kiichi was very tall for a Japanese, Jim-san was even taller and strange among the short people. The Shogun towered over his slave and let all his possessive feelings out on him. It was just like all the pent up stress and anger got washed away by fucking the younger man. And it probably worked that way… Kiichi was his addiction he needed to balance his strict life his heritage forced upon him. And Corey – again – saw the similarities between their fates. The only difference was that the Captain ran away from turning into such a being – forcing his love and passion onto someone not in a position to protest, but to serve and be even grateful for it.

Maybe to compensate his raw and rough pushes into Kiichi, the trembling and panting samurai could feel those big hands caressing his tattooed skin all over, but the force of those thrusts forced him down onto his forearms, arching his back for the Shogun in full submission, which earned a throaty groan and a few hard bites on his back and shoulders – as if the Shogun turned into a wild beast.

Kiichi couldn't suppress a loud cry from the bites and the hammering cock that found that magical spot deep in his body. Despite that a few tear drops ran down on his face as his hands turned into fists around the fine silk and he dropped his head low between his shoulders.

"It's an arousing and addictive sight, isn't it?" the Captain suddenly heard a low voice from the left where the short red-haired Corey was standing with his arms folded in front of his chest, watching the peeking man instead of trying to find an opening to see what was going on in the room. "Kiichi has been his favorite boy for long, long years..." he added and thanks to the darkness his slight grimace could be easily missed. "Don't let his reactions fool you. He loves it rough like this. Now let's get going. You're not supposed to be here or see this."

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