Chapter 11

Note: This chapter contains triggering topics (death, dubious consent)! Consider yourself warned!

It was indeed good to simply enjoy their love that day. They only got out of bed to eat and fell asleep late at night in each others’ arms, bodies and mind sated from all their lovemakings.

But just only a few hours into his sleep, Kiichi was woken up by a hand on his shoulder. Jerking awake he realized it was the red Corey, whispering something to him that made him fully wake up and worry deeply right away.

Not caring that his fellow samurai now had hard proof of what's been going on between him and the Captain, he quietly and quickly got dressed and left his lover to rest some more.

In a few hours dawn found him, the other Corey and the Shogun kneeling around the pale and motionless body of the young prince. The Shogun used a small cloth to moisten the lifeless lips of the boy as it was custom while Kiichi was lighting up the incense sticks on the small table next to the bed full of flowers and a candle.

A deep sorrow was etched onto his face as he looked up at Corey questioningly. Earlier he was sent to tell the servants to close the shrines and cover them with white paper to keep the bad spirits away. With a nod the blue-eyed samurai reported that it was done. With a nod of his own, Kiichi looked back at the small lifeless body of Yuki being prepared by his father for the wake while he was murmuring some prayers to the gods to ask for a safe passage for the boy.

After waking up alone on Kiichi's futon, the Captain got dressed and went over into his own residence before peeking out at the hurrying servants. Then he spotted all the white papers patched against all holy statues and he knew that the young prince had died. 

Not sure about what he should do, he decided to go over to the main residence of the palace to look for the Shogun. Corey felt sad for the boy, especially because he was suffering so long before death taking him. He was a smart, full of life kid and Corey grew to love him too during the fighting lessons. 

Walking up to the guarded room he asked permission to enter, and waited till the warrior returned with the Shogun’s answer. After he was granted permission, the Captain then walked into the silent room with the red Corey kneeling on the edge of a tatami closer to the bed and the Shogun, as if he wanted to console him a bit with his presence.

Their leader's face was closed off, no tears, just deep lines of sorrow and pain in the hazel eyes could be seen. He did look much older than his actual age.

Opposite him Kiichi was still murmuring quiet prayers with his head bent forward and eyes closed, his whole demeanor tense in an attempt to hold his feelings back.

The Captain stayed at the edge of the tatami and kneeled then bowed deep with his forehead touching the floor, showing his deep respect and after raising again to sit on his heels, he folded his hands in a way the monks taught him to open Chakras for free communication with the worlds and spirits and chanted the cleansing words low and barely audible to support the boy’s travel and to keep him safe.

After a while Jim finished his own prayer and looked at the Captain, nodding to him as a thank you for showing his respect and sharing their grief.

Then the Shogun looked opposite him where Kiichi opened his eyes and met the sad hazel ones. "I'll leave you with the funeral preparations."

"As you wish, my Lord," Kiichi bowed to the ground in a similar fashion like the Captain did before.

“I'd like to stay alone with my son for a while." That's all he said afterwards before the others left, only the two guards staying outside the door.

***

The day was long. The night too. As the heir of a shogunate, they couldn't do the wake in private. Almost all the people from the land came and brought their offerings. 

Corey was told to dress black and Kiichi explained how things will be. The Captain tried to be with his new friends, or more like family, and help out. Usually the oldest son organized the funeral and everything, but Kiichi was closest to the Shogun in such a meaning. 

After the Buddhist high priest finished the reading of the sutra for the passing soul and the staying guests got their thanking gifts after everything, lighting their own incense sticks, only the close relatives stayed. Meaning the Shogun, his wife and Kiichi chanting prayers. 

The Captain couldn't just leave, so sat all night outside the main hall where before the family altar they prayed for the young Yuki-san all night. He woke up to Kiichi holding his shoulder and told him to go have a short nap before the funeral the next day. 

Honestly it was all shocking and very moving for the western man. After a few hours of restless sleep in each other's arms they were up again to prepare the body for the ceremony at the nearby temple. 

The small bonfire set up just made Corey's heart squeeze painfully again. Such a small body… Such a young life… 

All the flowers brought in the middle of winter surprised him at first, but later he saw that many were gorgeous handmade ones crafted from fine silk. The whole village has shown their respect to the prince and the Shogun’s family. 

After the prayers were said and the priest read from the sutra again, Yuki got a new Buddha name. Corey learned that it is necessary to prevent anyone from calling the dead back into this world by using their names. The spirit world would not know that new name and won’t send back the soul. 

The body was finally put on the fire and they all prayed during the two hours while it was cremated. Then the small family held chopsticks and started to look for bones in the ashes. Picking up a few and putting them in a simple urn. 

The Shogun, his wife and the others from the palace walked back to the family crypt. There was a big black granite obelisk-like stone with a few names on it. Some were black – those were the Root family’s dead members – and some in red, the alive members who will one day join their elders. 

The urn was placed down by the Shogun then everyone put a handful of ground back to bury it. And then the Shogun washed the red paint off the name Yukino. 

It was all done.

***

After all the singing and praying as night was starting to fall, the palace became eerily quiet. Kiichi's mind was still thinking about the happenings of this very hard day. His eyes were a bit red from some tears he'd silently shed during and after the funeral. He was resting his head on Corey's shoulder as they were soaking in their shared bath, holding onto each other.

"Thank you for all the support you showed today for the family. I'm sure the Shogun appreciates it too," he said quietly. It was the first time in like half an hour that he said anything. His mind and heart were heavy with grief, but having such a great man on his side with the love and support Corey has been showing all day warmed his aching heart.

"Of course, my love. I loved the boy also and feel with the family…" Corey said rubbing his man's shoulder and back slowly and comfortingly. "You are very close to them. And I'm very close to you, so I want to be there for all of you in need," he added.

Sighing Kiichi held his man closer, clearly in need of some caring and understanding at the moment. Of course there were some unsaid things between them, but listening to Corey's breathing and the sounds of the water was much nicer at the moment.

"I don't know what will happen now," Kiichi said after a few more minutes spent in silence. "Kato or others might use the vulnerability of this house now that the news of the prince's death spread. Such news always travels fast on the wind. It would be an attack on the mind too, not just on our physical bodies."

"They would really do that at such a time? Jim-san messaged the emperor about Kato allying with the Americans, no?" Corey asked with a frown. An attack was possible from what he knew already, but still he would respect the grief of the Shogun at such a time.

"I wouldn't be surprised if that traitor did something like that. He acts like a mad man," he buried his face into Corey's nice-smelling thick neck. "Besides, the letter takes some time to get to the Emperor even with the fastest horses we have," he shrugged lightly.

He wanted to say something else too, but there was a light knocking on the frame of the door.

That made the samurai sigh and reluctantly pull back from his man to simply sit next to him as if they were just sharing a bath and talking like friends. "You may enter."

To that a servant girl slid the door open and bowed but didn't come in. "Excuse my intrusion, Kiichi-kun, but the Shogun wants to see you in his private quarters."

Not now... I can't now. That's what first ran through his mind as he tried to keep a neutral mask on his face, but his slightly widened eyes showed his true emotions. Clearing his throat he nodded. "Very well. Thank you. I'll be there shortly."

To that the girl bowed again and left. Kiichi took a deep breath and quietly stood without looking at Corey. "I'm sorry. I have to go," he mumbled as he got out of the water to dry himself off and put his clothes on.

"I'm sorry, my love…" Corey whispered not sure if Kiichi could hear it and sighed deeply. It was no surprise, really… The Shogun was in a deep emotional mess and Corey-chan was still healing up and not fully recovered enough for such rough things the Lord needed. 

Still Corey had some bad feelings as he lowered himself underwater for a few seconds before getting out and going to his own place to try and rest until his samurai would be back.

***

The tall samurai stopped in his room shortly to prepare himself with the usual oils just in case it was going to be needed. But he felt so very tired and devastated and he only wanted to hug his man to him and hide away in Corey's broad chest.

Instead he quietly padded on the wooden floorboards towards the well-known bedroom. With a deep breath he forced himself to calm a bit his mind and emotions as he asked for permission to enter. As soon as he heard the Shogun's faint – and kinda drunk – voice, he did just that.

Like he suspected, Jim was drinking his umpteenth sake while sitting cross-legged on his bed, his clothes loosened at the top as well as his bun. Swallowing hard Kiichi approached him and knelt down by the edge of the futon bed.

The Shogun poured another for himself then drank it before looking at Kiichi. "My beautiful boy..." he mumbled more to himself under his mustache. Then poured again, but this time for Kiichi too. "Drink up then undress."

Bowing the samurai drowned the sake and stood to undress slowly. Like his Lord loved it. He put on a small show too. Turning around when he pulled the pants off his butt to show it as he bent down. Also using the pose to shut his eyes tight and try to gather strength to lock the aching for the Captain out of his mind and every pore and fulfill his duty to the Shogun. Turning back he had a small smile on his face again as he sat on his heels waiting for more orders.

As the bigger man was watching that show with his tipsy mind, he soon felt the effect of it on him. Sliding a hand under his pants he kept slowly stroking himself while letting his hungry eyes feast on the young male's tattooed skin and curves, even moaning approvingly and low a couple of times.

"Crawl closer and pour me another," he grunted, his hand squeezing himself a bit firmer, cheeks flushing and eyes darkening some more as he watched Kiichi do exactly what he was told.

"Such a good boy..." the Shogun murmured then drank what his samurai handed him. "Now undress my upper body. Slowly," he instructed on his dominant voice that wouldn't take any objections.

"Yes, my Lord," Kiichi said low and obediently. Crawling closer and kneeling before the sitting man he slowly stroked the wide shoulder and the half-open shirt off it too. Doing that with the other shoulder too, he leaned close to the Shogun’s face while he did it. He pulled the edge of the cloth out of the pants and one by one pulled the long sleeves off the arms, caressing along the appearing tattooed skin as he was taught.

The hazel eyes were following the long-haired man's every move and soon he leaned in to kiss and suck then bite along Kiichi's long neck or shoulder, slightly panting onto the warm and freshly washed skin. He thought that his samurai took a bath thinking that he might be needed only fueled the bearded man's lust for him.

Getting drunk and horny felt so nice at the moment and his control was starting to slip on his needs. His sucking and bites were getting harder and sharper, leaving his marks on the smooth skin while he let himself go and grabbed one of the samurai's hands to lead it onto his already wet and rock-hard cock.

Kiichi pressed his lips together to bear the sharp bites without a sound. Even with his strong focus on himself, in such a mental state it was harder for him to not long for his dragon and some rest.

But he knew he had to do this, so he took the steel hard member and stroked it with long moves from the base, as the Lord liked it, smearing the wetness along the shaft. 

Jim was way too lost in enjoying the boy he ordered to his bed so long ago. His drunken and disturbed mind on a run, his strong arms pulled the lean body closer to feast on the tasty flesh. His bites got more crazed and possessive as he was consuming up the fine man in his grip. His nails were leaving deep marks on the white skin of Kiichi's chest and belly, only focusing on the need of his mind, as usual...

It was nothing new, but still the emotions it awoke in the samurai were all new. The passionate way he was defending the Shogun and his ways a few months ago, telling his Captain about how he serves the Lord with honor for giving him a life came back into his thoughts. Because he suddenly realized that in fact the western dragon was the one who filled him with life, and what he felt for the Shogun now was nowhere from the obedient slave he was before.

Kiichi was suffering under the grip and teeth and he couldn't make his body stop shaking or stiffening up from the unwanted touch anymore. When the big man pushed him forward and bit his neck breaking the skin he, by instinct, pulled away with a painful hiss and even slightly pushed the Shogun's body away.

Whose anger was triggered instantly. From the split second of shock it flooded his mind and his face contorted with it. Without thinking he slapped Kiichi across the face with the back of his hand, some of his rings leaving a few bruising and bleeding marks on it from its force.

"How dare you pull away from me?!?!" the Shogun bellowed, staring down at the samurai who fell onto the floor from Jim’s next push. "You ungrateful bastard!" he continued, gripping a handful of the long hair to tug on it painfully hard and drag Kiichi onto all fours. "Stay like that for your punishment if you want to see your precious Captain again!" he growled, his anger scorching in his veins as he got up to get a wooden practice sword.

"Outrageous! I raised you, fed and clothed you. I taught and trained you to become more than just a pleasure slave! And THIS is how you repay me? Rejecting me! ME! Your ruler and owner?!" the Shogun yelled as he delivered the first strikes of the wooden sword onto Kiichi's sides and back. It wasn't the first time that he was punished like this with such a practice sword, but it didn't happen often.

"I even let you be with that white man! I let you fall in love with him and love him freely! Something I can never have in my fucking life. All because I thought you deserved it and I could give you such a precious gift..." he spit as the wood found Matt's arms, thighs and ass too. The strokes weren't gentle either.

Kiichi bent his head down and his tears washed down on his face. More from the words of the Shogun than the physical pain. All the words of the ruler were true and what he told about letting him be in love and with the Captain shocked him even more.

"You are nothing without me! I gave you life! You were just an unwanted mongrel. A brat whom even his mother despised, but I gave you honor. From an illegitimate son I made you a man of honor who is loved by our people," he raged on, hitting the back of a leg, watching the skin under all the ink already starting to bruise and swell. Of course the Shogun had noticed the marks he didn't put there, but now he was in the middle of marking the ungrateful boy with his own marks to show Kiichi his place.

"It's not enough that I'm constantly attacked by that fucking coward Kato, which annoys me to no end... Now I'm losing my Shogun powers thanks to the Emperor and his desire to modernize Japan! Soon I'll have nothing and my son's death won't mean anything to anyone!!!" he spit quite literally and tossed the sword aside to kneel behind the trembling Kiichi, but he couldn't stop. The Shogun was too gone as everything that he's been more or less suppressing without an outlet (because of Corey being still too injured), was now pouring out of him unstoppable and unfortunately Kiichi found himself on the receiving end of that.

And with that he mercilessly rammed into the loose and wet hole that was prepared for him earlier and which he planned on taking so differently... But life was changing so fast around the Shogun that it made his head spin and unable to accept it and adapt to it fast enough. His whole world, everything he knew was falling apart around the grieving ruler. So in a futile attempt he tried to ease that pressure inside.

Moaning he pressed his eyes shut as the familiar heat finally enveloped him, even if he had to force his way in and out until Kiichi's body accepted him enough to move easier. When that happened, his anger and words started to slowly ebb down as he concentrated on fucking the abused ass with the swellings and bruises on it.

Then after a while he pressed his burning eyes shut and leaned over the wildly shaking body to hug Kiichi's chest and bury his head between his shoulder-blades, panting and trying to collect himself a bit.

"And next to everything that I've lost or I'm going to..." he panted onto the tattooed skin, pressing his forehead against it "... now I'll have to lose you too..." Jim finished then straightened up and took a hold of Kiichi's hips in a bruising grip, pulling him onto his mercilessly pounding cock.

Trying to focus more on the painful words rather than the abuse of his body, Kiichi took it all with only a few short hisses or accidental cries that he couldn't suppress fast enough. His Lord, who indeed gave him life… a good kind of life of a respected warrior living in comfort and being fed well, was in huge pain from all his losses. 

Even though his rational mind could understand that, his more free will and the aching in his violated body couldn't. He was falling apart fast as bitter anger rose in him too. He also lost the boy he loved like a brother, and he served his Lord without a word or objection through all these years. The Shogun decided he deserved to have love and the Captain in his life. He said it himself that he knew and let it. After all these years of being the addiction of the Shogun that could ease his troubled mind, Kiichi felt it all unfair and just wanted Jim to finish. To all to end and get away from this all. Maybe even the palace.

Even in these circumstances the Shogun's desperate need for Kiichi was there. It was so twisted and dark, but he couldn't resist and soon he was right there, shooting his load into the boy's ass with loud and hoarse groans.

But this time he didn't kiss or cuddle Kiichi. Jim simply slid out of him and plopped back onto his ass with a bitter expression. "Go. Now. I don't want to see you right now," he said dryly, holding onto the remains of his sanity and control.

To that Kiichi – gritting his teeth together – made an attempt to get onto his trembling and aching legs, but it took a moment or two to be able to start stumbling towards the door.

Of course all the yelling of the Shogun alerted the short red samurai too and having a bad feeling he quickly ran to fetch the Captain. They got there in time to catch some of what was going on.

The Captain looked pale and horrified from the way his love looked. Clearly beaten badly and taken roughly… The red Corey woke him up with saying Kiichi might be in need of them and he was so right. The Captain saw red and debated between going to help Kiichi or dash in and punch the Lord of all in the land right in the face. 

But he felt the red samurai grab his forearm and looked at him meaningfully. "No. I will handle the Lord. Take Kiichi-kun away and take care of him," the blue-eyed man said nodding towards the inside of the room and what they saw in the half-opened door. 

With that Corey-chan marched in unstoppable and waved with his hand for the Captain. The short samurai helped Kiichi up more and walked him to Corey-san then nodding at them he almost ran towards the bed where a very broken Shogun was drinking sake directly from the jug and only looked up when the red-haired warrior touched his tattooed shoulder. 

The Captain noted that information to himself and held his lover, walking him back a few steps until they were out from the room, getting a glimpse of how the big man was falling apart while crying and howling, grabbing onto the small red samurai. 

Closing the door, Corey picked Kiichi up like a bride and without a word took him to his soft bed to clean him up and look at his injuries.

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