Chapter 8

Four days later Kiichi woke up near the break of dawn in Corey's arms. He couldn't sleep much during the night, but this time not because he would be summoned by the Shogun or getting intimate with his lover. No, it was because all was prepared for the battle. Later that morning, after breakfast the warriors – including the Captain and the Shogun himself – will depart to march to a battle field that the two Shoguns have picked to settle this once and for all.

The weather promised to be clear and cold that day. A thin layer of fresh snow made everything look innocent outside, but the lean samurai, standing naked by the cracked slide door knew it was going to be a rough day and soon the white would turn into red. He had dreamed with the color of red during the night.

As he closed the sliding door and quietly padded to the corner where his armor and weapons were laid out, he knelt down and checked through everything to make sure nothing was missing he would need that day. He wanted to give his man some more rest before they start preparing.

Needless to say, Kiichi was tense and a bit worried, not knowing who would pass with a glorious death and who would come back alive that day. In the past, before his handsome Captain entered his life, he had little to lose and rarely thought or worried about such things. But now... now everything's changed. He was in love and the promise of a maybe little less restricted future was a nice thought Kiichi didn't want to lose with one or both of them dying. Although he knew that even if they did and couldn't be together in this lifetime, they would probably meet in the next – maybe in a less complicated situation. That put a small smile on his face as he brushed his hair behind a big ear, soon sensing the ruffling of the cover behind his naked back.

The first thing Corey saw when he opened his eyes was a kneeling Kiichi all naked with his back towards him. His tattooed long back and also inked small ass moving slightly as if the demons and dragons came alive on the soft skin. 

The battle was within a few hours and the samurai was kneeling before the armor and the other weapons, including the sniper gun's case, and Corey needed just that gorgeous sight to ease his worried heart. 

Getting up also naked, he moved to hug the mesmerizing creature strong from behind, kissing into the long wavy hair covered neck as a morning greeting.

Kiichi melted from that kiss and the closeness of the strong body behind him. He also felt some tension bleed out of his muscles as he leaned a bit back into that hug and placed a hand on the arm around his naked middle.

"Good morning, my love. Did I wake you?" he asked softly, turning his head to the side to be able to look at his man and peck his cheek while his long fingers kept slowly caressing Corey's forearm. It was so nice to be this close to his pair and for now Kiichi let himself simply enjoy the moment without tainting it with thinking that maybe it was the last time.

"Good morning, my beautiful samurai. It's the best waking up I ever had," Corey whispered to Kiichi's ear and his big hands softly and slowly caressed the naked chest and belly. "I want to wake up with you like this for the rest of my life…" he added and pressed his more and more awaking body closer to the painted backside.

"Sounds very good to me. But maybe waking up in each other's arms in bed would be even better," Kiichi chuckled shortly, feeling already lighter in his head as his skin broke out in goose bumps and his nipples hardened from the gentle caresses on his smooth skin.

Reaching back with a hand he caressed Corey's side and thigh, even going as far as sliding a bit closer to him and pushing his tattooed ass against the warm groin as that certain fire started shimmering deep inside him. With his big black eyes half-way closed and a bit getting hazy, he looked at his man, the small red lips parting invitingly.

Corey outright growled to the friction of the small butt brushing against his filling cock. Looking deep into the desire-filled eyes he leaned down without a word and kissed the cute shaped sweet lips. His arms pulled back Kiichi to him and his hips were grinding against his. The fire inside him for the lean man turned into growing flames as his hand found its way to the long hard dick and long thighs, stroking the warming up body all over.

Kiichi waited just until their lips met. He kissed Corey back with a wave of strong need and maybe some desperation too. He gasped and moaned into the kiss from all the touches, feeling his cock and thighs being caressed.

Breaking the kiss to be able to wet two of his fingers, he reached between them and angled his ass a bit to be able to start rubbing and opening himself up for his man. 

"Want you so much back in me, my dragon. I want to bask in our flames before the battle...." he panted as he pushed his long middle finger inside, which made him lightly buck against the fist around his quickly hardening cock. "Will you give your thick shaft to me? Will you impale me on it again?" he asked even if he knew the answers, but today Kiichi needed to hear that he was needed by this gorgeous man behind him.

Corey's brain started to already fry from the words and actions of his man. He was speechless, to say the least… Jerking the hard cock more in his hand, he looked down between them, breathing heavily from the sight already as his needy lover was working his tattooed ass open just for him. 

"Anything you want, my love… I want to feel you too before the fight… You are so amazing and gorgeous…" he breathed taking hold of Kiichi's hand and pushed the second finger inside and moved the slender hand while his other never stopped pulling on the hard shaft.

"Thank you... You are too..." he whispered slightly out of breath and moaned a bit as his hand was moved the way his lover wanted and a shiver ran down his spine from the strong hand on his already leaking cock.

Needless to say, it didn't take long for Kiichi's body to open up for the taking and when he deemed himself ready for the thick cock, he pushed against Corey's hand to let his fingers slide out. Gently taking hold of the hard shaft behind him, he positioned its tip against his hole and nodded to his man over his shoulder, dark eyes hazy with lust as he lightly pressed back against the wide tip, putting his hands on the wall in front of him for support.

Corey – already trembling to take his man – locked his burning eyes on the endless black ones and gripping onto the lean sides thrust forward and entered the hot body. 

Moving slowly but hard he slid deeper and deeper while kissing and chewing on the long neck, moaning and huffing like a real wild dragon holding back his passion.

"Yes!" Kiichi gasped, letting his head fall back to expose his neck more to his lover, loving how those hot puffs on the wet skin made shivers run down his spine. But what he loved even more was that wonderful cock as it kept pushing deeper and deeper with each thrust until Corey bottomed out.

Reaching back with one hand, Kiichi grabbed the Captain's side to stop him from moving and biting his own bottom lip, he began slowly circling his ass both to let the slight burning ebb down and turn into pleasure and to make more room for that massive cock. He knew well how to handle big sizes. Focusing on his breathing he closed his eyes again and slowly began accelerating his speed and also making his hips roll back and forth, practically fucking himself on his man's hard meat.

"So good... Can't... get enough..." he whispered a bit brokenly as his instincts were taking over.

Corey was just watching his samurai taking what he needed from him. But with Kiichi getting more into the action his own instincts took over too. 

He grabbed onto the tattooed wrists and pulled his man's arms over his head and pressed them against the wall. Making Kiichi stretch and lean against the bamboo wall even more. Stroking down adoringly on the long arms, he leaned down to softly bite the exposed shoulder and thrust hard into his samurai. Picking up a hard and wild pace in this new angle, hitting hard the inside pleasure spots of his own gorgeous dragon.

The samurai gladly melted under the bigger man's control and moved his limbs and arched his colorful back as Corey wanted. Dropping his head forward from the soft lips on his shoulder and the contrasting rough ramming into his ass, Kiichi was panting for air.

It was perfect. So raw and hot, yet gentle and loving. He had no idea how Corey could pull that all off at once, but it was beyond this world as his fierce pair was taking him. If this was their last time together, he wanted to remember these perfect and intense moments for the rest of his life. He'd treasure and take this pleasure with him to the afterlife too.

And as if on cue, the forceful massaging against his prostate gave him his first smaller orgasm, slicking Corey's fingers and palms up as the trembling warrior was trying to hold his moans back.

"Let go for me, my samurai dragon… Melt into one flame with me…" Corey moaned enjoying the tight pulsing around his cock while his man was riding out his pleasure. Slowing down only till that. Then pulling almost fully out, with a deep groan he rammed back into the shaking body roughly as they both needed it while his kisses were pampering the warrior's back and spine.

Kiichi arched his back again from that forceful thrust against his sensitive insides and this time he couldn't hold a louder moan back while Corey's urging words were echoing in his mind like an ancient spell that would help him release his fire.

And while his fingers flexed on the bamboo wall and his seed started squirting from his cock, his ass tightened even more. He completely lost control over his squirming and bucking body while feeling his whole being melting in the wild and high pleasures.

Trying to give all he got to his man, Corey tightened his grip on Kiichi and let himself completely loose on the beloved body.

Feeling the tight walls pulling him deeper and making him orgasm too with a grumble muffled into the samurai's back, he shot his sperm deep into the contracting heat, feeling their fire burning them alive but also making them freer and one soul.

Panting for air while slowing down, Kiichi felt still light-headed, but also as happy as he could in the given circumstances. He turned his head to the side and placed a hand onto Corey's, asking for a kiss which he got, of course.

"I love you with all my being," he whispered looking deep into the brown eyes that seemed to be still glowing with their shared fire. "I wish these moments would last longer."

"I wish that too. I love you so much like I never imagined I could someone…" Corey said nuzzling Kiichi's face and gently slipped out of him, placing soft kisses along his spine.

Smiling wide the samurai sighed content, although already missing his man filling him out so well. "I love it when you do that," he murmured, feeling his spine covered in goose bumps.

Then after enjoying that for a few more moments, Kiichi's thoughts were starting to turn back to the tasks of the day. "We should clean up and get ready before eating," he moved to turn around, ignoring his slightly protesting knees. But instead of moving away, he slid between Corey's thighs to place a graceful hand on the bearded face and kiss him.

"You know... we can't die today for another reason too," he whispered with a little playfulness in his voice and seeing the questioning look his smile widened. "You didn't even properly meet the geisha yet..."

"Hmm... You like being the geisha?" the Captain asked wrapping his love in his big strong arms and caressed his back lovingly. "But either way we won't die ‘cause I have so many things to do with you…" he added with a bit dirty undertone.

"I kinda do. It's... completely different from what I have to do in my everyday life. I mean... it's like a different persona, maybe. It's also kinda a beautiful thing to slip into that self. The traditions, the clothes, the make up..." he mused. "It's the first time I ever talked about this. He never asked if I wanted to do it. He just ordered it as he's always loved geishas," Kiichi let himself get lost in that nice warm hug, inhaling his man's by then familiar scent.

"I'm the son of a geisha, so I've been around this stuff ever since I was little. I often helped my mother to get ready and has always been fascinated by her world. Even if she was often strict and kinda mean to me, I adored her for what she was doing and of course her beauty and grace..." he paused at the end, swallowing hard as he too wrapped his long arms around his man. 

"She never really wanted me as she thought she had to waste her best years on raising me. So I tried to stay out of her way or help her as much as I could to change her opinion. I had learned quite early how to take care of myself and our home while she was either sleeping or out with clients," the samurai added with a slightly bitter tone from the memories. He had no idea why these came to him right now, but he just couldn't stop the words pouring out of his mouth.

"Then one day when I was around 14, my mother brought me to the palace and had left me here without anyone I'd know. So... you are the first person who truly wanted me during my life and for that I'm more grateful than I can tell."

Corey listened closely and kept stroking his love's back to comfort him.

"You don't have to be grateful for that. You are amazing and wise and a very skilled samurai. Very caring and generous. I love you for all what you are. I saw the geisha once and you are very graceful and beautiful like that too. It will be my honor to meet her too, my love," Corey said giving small kisses to the small lips. 

"Let me clean you and dress you up. I know some traditions…"

After letting Corey peck his lips, Kiichi smiled bright at him and stopped himself from thanking Corey again. But he couldn't help himself and felt deeply grateful to this man who gave him his heart and unconditional love. "Your acceptance means a lot to me too," he stroked Corey's hair with a soft expression. "And I can't wait you to do all those things to me and maybe some to the geisha too," he winked at his man.

"Alright, do as you wish, my love," Kiichi once again gave free reign over his body. "You know that... the Shogun letting you dress me is a huge thing, right? I don't know how you managed to get him to agree to that."

"Maybe he just wants us to have a good start at the fight," Corey said smiling. Keeping the thoughts to himself that maybe the Shogun knew something about them and will get them busted after a while…

"I see my Captain uniform there too. You can dress me up as well," he kissed the inviting lips one last time and let his man go to prepare the oil scented water and wash cloth to ritually clean up the samurai.

"Yes, maybe," he mumbled but his darker thoughts were wiped away from Corey's offer and in the end Kiichi smiled. "It'd be my honor to dress you," he added then waited for Corey to get ready.

Moving next to him he stood there naked, waiting for his man to start the old ritual. It always warmed Kiichi's heart a bit when he saw how much the Captain loved to learn about and get involved in their culture.

Being nervous a little to not mess up such an important ritual, Corey lit the incense sticks and placed them on each side of the standing warrior to let the swirling smoke cover his body and connect his being with the ancients.

He wetted the cloth and started to slowly wash Kiichi from his face down in small circles of his hand, smearing the oils on his skin during the process.

When he was done with the whole body, he reached for the rolled up soft textile and started to wrap the long body and shoulders first, then with the more narrow ones the upper arms to prevent the hard armor breaking up the skin.

The warrior just smiled a bit on the intense concentration he saw on his love's handsome face. He stood there with a straight back and squared shoulders, inhaling the smoke and letting the silence engulf them as his whole being was starting to relax and focus at the same time, slipping into a different, more peaceful and meditative state. It was also a kind of preparation of the soul for the battle ahead.

And while taking deep even breaths, his black eyes staring into the distance, he had to admit that this ritual was much better when his love was preparing him. He loved every caring and clearly adoring touches of the other man.

Corey brought the parts of the full body armor and started to adjust them to his samurai from his legs. Going upward on his body with the chest and back parts then the bracers on the forearms. He left only the helmet and the mask for Kiichi to put on before going out. Corey stepped back a bit and looked over his warrior then going behind his back he made the long hair into a bun. Ready.

Continuing his previous thought while Corey kept working on dressing him into the pitch black armor, Kiichi found this ritual much more intimate now – and he's been dressed by servants countless of times. But this was Corey and it definitely added something more to the well-known ritual.

Once they were done, Kiichi checked every part of the armor, adjusting it a bit only at a couple of places. "Thank you. It's perfect. Where did you learn this?" he asked facing the slightly shorter and still very naked man, letting his dark eyes feast on the sight for a little while longer before they moved closer to Corey's uniform.

"The Shogun let me learn the culture. And so I could talk with the servants about how some basic things are," Corey shrugged with a little blush and was very happy that he could do it all correctly and make this all special for Kiichi. "My clothes are not that special, though… Just showing my rank and are decorated more," he chuckled.

"I see. Well, you learned it very well," Kiichi smiled as he started washing Corey down too in a similar manner, even if it wasn't custom among white men. But Corey was in between the two worlds already.

"And I think you're wrong. Your uniform is just as special in a way and your ranks and decorations tell a story about your achievements too," Kiichi said while finishing up cleaning Corey and helping him into his underwear then shirt. While buttoning that down with measured yet graceful movements, Kiichi looked up at him with a small smile. "And you look dashing in it, I have to admit. Although I never understood why you don't have some kind of armor that would give you more protection during the fights."

"Because white men rarely fight face to face anymore. Even in the World War we only had helmets on as protection. But then most of the time only our heads were out of the ditches," Corey laughed a little looking proudly at his warrior in his full glory and reached for the Captain hat.

"I see. But I understand it with such weapons and tactics, even if I disagree with them," the samurai said, picking up his katana and shorter sword called wakizashi to put them in place on his side.

Then he looked at his man in the uniform, melting a bit from the sight. "You know... this uniform suits you so well too," he smiled a bit, stepping to Corey to stroke down on his chest and peck his lips. "I wish we had more time..." Kiichi added with a playful fire in his eyes. "But we have to eat then go. Come on, today breakfast is served for us in the throne room," he said, taking Corey's hand but instead of pulling him towards the door, Kiichi changed his mind and hugged his man, kissing his lips passionately and desperately too. "May the dragons' fire be with you and keep you safe today, my love."

The Captain straightened himself from that praising and held the samurai close to him. 
This was a huge thing to let a white man so deeply join a Shogunate and fight alongside the samurais. Corey was still afraid that all these were just temporary favors from the Shogun and only to use his help in battle. Even though they became almost like friends… the fact that he was messing around with the Shogun’s personal property made Corey extra careful. 

But then Corey just smiled up into the loving black eyes and kissed his man back reassuringly. "May the dragons be with you, my love. Let's eat that ritual food and be worthy to the ancients’ honor."

In a few minutes they were sitting by long low tables that were put into the throne room. Servants were hurrying to serve the starving warriors – even if they didn't touch the food before the tea ceremony. Some were laughing and joking quietly, others stayed in silence, mentally preparing for the battle too.

In front of the Shogun's dais there was a shorter table. The ruler was now sitting by its middle in his red and black armor, looking over the long room. His first two samurais – Corey-chan in his new red armor and Kiichi – were sitting on his two sides while the Captain next to his black-armored warrior.

The moment the monks entered, the whole room fell silent. Jim nodded to the high priest as a signal that he can start the ceremony.

The Captain just smiled at the new pretty red armor Corey-chan had on. Clearly a precious gift from his Lord… Even better for him and Kiichi… 

The high priest and the monks set up a ritual fire in the middle and started a low chanting as the smoke got swirling and they called the ancients to unite and help the warriors in the battle. Then they started a tea ceremony and blessing the food before them.

The meaning of the new armor wasn't a secret in front of Kiichi either, but he didn't comment on it and nothing could be seen on his face as he was sitting there with a straight back, watching the ceremonies with his intense dark eyes.

The whole atmosphere of the hall changed as the smoke swirled around the samurais ready for battle. It definitely got quite spiritual and in a way peaceful, knowing that the ancients would be on their side whether they lived or died that day.

The Shogun rose and said some encouraging words to his men. Talking about the new weapons and praising those warriors that mastered the use of them so quickly and well. He mentioned the honor of the clan that Kato has been trying to hurt. 

In a way it was very similar to how Corey would and did speak to his legion before a battle. And the familiarity felt good for the Captain.

After the monks blessing the food and they ate in silence, everyone was served sake and stood up for some battle yells towards the gods to favor them in the fight. After that there was nothing more than to get on the horses and take their position on the field. 

It was on. Corey Beaulieu can prove himself as a soldier once again...

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