Chapter 4

The more than a week since the Captain saw Kiichi with the Shogun went by with both men trying to hold back their feelings. 

The outside world seemed to sense the tension between the walls. There were more and more smaller and bigger attacks of the other lands surrounding Shogun Root's realm. 

That ended up in more tension piling up in the ruler and he sent for Kiichi more often during the daytime or made the two guards switch duty time. 

That night a week ago when the red samurai found the Captain was a turning point in many ways. For example, how the red-haired man started to talk was only the beginning…

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"You said 'his favorite boy'. That means he has more boys?" Corey-san asked the short man as they got out of the palace walls.

"Our Lord favors males more than females. Like you do. I have eyes for that. I am the same," the red samurai Corey-chan said while he kept leading the Captain back to his room. "Only Kiichi-kun and I am Jim-san's property among the samurai." 

That is some interesting information, the long-haired man mused to himself while walking along and tried to process all that he saw and learned…

"You two… Have no families then…" he started to what the short red-haired man turned his almost glowing eyes at him and got closer so he could speak low only for them to hear.

"I am a few years older. I was saved by the Shogun when my parents got killed. He took me in and raised and trained me. One day a beautiful geisha came into the palace with a tall boy around fourteen years old. The geisha gave him to the Shogun. With the family dragon sword. As Kiichi-kun started training, the Lord ordered him to be his guard more often. And soon it was him to be sent for at evenings, not me..." That was all Corey-chan said before opening the door to the Captain's room.

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Ever since that night the two Coreys spoke more. And the long-haired soldier got sure that the pale samurai was and is still in love with the Shogun. 

On the other hand the time he spent with Kiichi made him see how much the taller young man left his eyes on Corey-san. He could feel the longing in the samurai and the red Corey saw it even how much his warrior mate was changing, and warmed the Captain about the fact that others had eyes as well. And even if the servants and peasants in the palace were trained to be blind and deaf to what the people above them were doing. Somehow maybe some try to get into better positions by talking into certain ears… 

So the brown-haired man tried to keep the subtle touches and glances only between them.

At times he saw Kiichi dress up again, or at early dawn the messed up geisha going into his private court with a bath and servants preparing him the tub with hot water and scented oils.

Kiichi waited until the servants left him near the break of daylight in the bath. He was tired to the bone and now that his make up was washed down, it showed in the dark circles under his sad eyes. He hissed a bit as he descended into the hot scented water, but he knew from experience that it was good for his exhausted bones and muscles and the here and there bruised or bitten tattooed skin.

He let the water reach up to his chin then dipped under it to wet his long hair too. Afterwards he leaned back, resting his head on a folded towel on the edge of the bath.

The last two weeks were exhausting on many levels. Kiichi grew more worried about the attacks outside the palace and even more from the fact that the Shogun was tenser about that too. Kiichi wasn't just someone with whom Jim shared his bed, but he was also his confidant. He told the samurai more than to most of his advisers.

Rivalry between neighboring Shoguns wasn't uncommon and these attacks were probably fuelled by the fact that Shogun Root let the white men use his territories for nearly a year more than it was originally planned. To some it was a sign of weakness and weakness always brought problems and fights. The more aggressive attacks on their territory were a sign of that. And Kiichi was worried a bit that soon they would have to venture out of the palace in a greater number to keep up the order.

Not that keeping up peace like that would be new to him, but he... was tired and confused and that was never a good mindset for fighting. The main reason for his confusion was of course the long-haired handsome Captain whom Kiichi couldn't stop thinking of, despite everything. He treasured those subtle and secret little touches. Corey was true to his words and he kept trying with a less straightforward approach. And it seemed to work, because the lean samurai couldn't find it in him to pull away from those touches and gestures. He was getting under Kiichi's skin a bit more with every passing day. It was a very dangerous thing what they were doing so Kiichi tried to steel himself and put on his neutral warrior mask whenever they weren't alone.

Probably the Shogun could sense something too or maybe it was just because of the tension outside (and inside) of the walls of the palace. The more he sent for Kiichi, the more time they spent together so it was obvious that such a good observer like their ruler sensed the slow changes in Kiichi – even if he didn't know the exact reasons. Maybe it was in his subconscious, but either way the Shogun started giving gifts to Kiichi again. A few new and expensive kimonos, jewelry and a new armor. Other times he expressed his appreciation with more gentle touches and being less rough and demanding with his lover.

Not tonight though. Now the Shogun was wild and frustrated again. There was a dark side to their Lord which he liked to live out on his samurai. Kiichi's wrists and neck were still red and throbbing from the chains that were used to tie out his geisha persona. Having such an elaborate tattoo that covered most of his body had its perks too though, because such marks weren't as obvious on his skin.

His half-asleep reverie was disturbed when a rush of the cool near-dawn air came into the steamy bath, making the samurai sit up and look around, cursing on the inside that his katana wasn't with him. "Who's there?" he asked on a calm deep voice, fully awake now.

"It's only me… Don't worry, no one saw me coming here," Corey said low, taking off his shirt and pants but leaving his underwear on as he picked up a washcloth and stepped into the water. He locked eyes with the drained samurai as he got closer to him without a word and started washing the beloved face gently, like Kiichi was the most precious being he wanted to worship. And maybe that was exactly the case…

Kiichi stayed silent after recognizing Corey's voice then familiar form. His black eyes watched as he got more or less naked and let him join him in the warm water. As the steam was making the whole scene like a dream, he sighed and closed his eyes as he felt the light touches of the soft washcloth on his face. Each move made him relax some more in the silence of the bath.

"You shouldn't be here..." he finally whispered, opening his eyes, not caring about his nakedness under the water. His voice was deep and soft, like someone's who didn't really mind – or maybe even needed – the caring company of the other.

"I don't care," Corey simply said and washed down Kiichi more, wiping the remains of the geisha mask and the blood from a bite over his shoulder. Like cleansing the samurai in a ritual. He kept tenderly caressing the soft skin with his fingertips.

The lean man's skin broke out in goose bumps both from the continuing touches and Corey's words. The chemistry was still working between them. That ever-present pull was there and surrounded by the quiet sounds of the water, Kiichi found himself sliding closer to the Captain until his long tattooed arms were around his neck, his legs straddling him under the water.

Without words he was offering himself up to the taking. After all that was probably what the soldier wanted from him. What did it matter if he was taken once more during the night? He was too weak and tired now to protest and keep himself from his fate. Too used by another, the mindset of a slave still strong in him. For now he didn't think of the consequences. He was born to serve others. He could serve this man too to sate his needs. He had no family, no name aside from the one that was given to him as a samurai. He was just a warrior and a tool. Now he couldn't serve Corey with his fighting skills, but he could serve him with his body.

That's why – as a sign of what he couldn't word – a slender hand stroked down on the slightly hairy chest to touch him through his undergarment while Kiichi stayed dead silent, doing these things automatically, because that was expected of him.

Corey had to close his eyes and sigh wobbly from the touch of those fingers on his groin. It was like fire of the sweetest kind burning him.

But he was not there to take advantage or get his share of the samurai. So gathering his strength he took hold of the bruised wrist, realizing the wounds there, and lifted the hand to his lips. He gently kissed the bruises and the fingertips, then stroked along the tattooed arm with tenderness.

"You mean more to me. Your being is what I love, Kiichi-kun not only your body," Corey whispered searching the dark tired eyes with his, caressing the wavy long hair.

Kiichi swallowed back a painful hiss as he felt the hold on his tender wrist, but let Corey lift and kiss it. His lips pressed into a thin line. The way the other man talked to him didn't make Kiichi feel rejected. On the contrary. He felt honored by the Captain for not doing what any other man would have.

That realization struck a chord deep in his heart and he took a wobbly breath, his tired eyes watering up, his face leaning into the caressing hand. The first silent tears slid down on his face as he nodded. It felt as if a dam broke through him – behind which he's been hiding his real feelings and it manifested in more tears and a few quiet sobs.

Corey felt his heart broken from the tears in the deep black eyes. He pulled the lean body closer to his and hugged the sobbing man to his big warm body, trying to hide him from the world. Maybe even from the Shogun. 

"I can't act like I don't feel for you anymore. When no one is around, I will always be here for you…" Corey whispered feeling a little desperate to make sure he loved and cared for the broken man. His big hand rubbed small gentle circles on the samurai’s inked back.

Showing such... weakness to Corey was a first for Kiichi. He'd never done this in front of anyone during his life. He was a strong and proud warrior and a loyal servant to his master. It was very unlike him to do something like this, but he simply couldn't hold his feelings and tears back anymore. And for once, he didn't mind.

"Thank you, Corey," he said, intentionally not putting the 'san' after it to express that he felt more close and intimate to the man into whose thick neck he hid his face as he was falling apart in the strong arms. But he knew deep down that Corey would hold him together and protect him from the outside world and maybe even from himself.

"Forgive me..." he whispered after his crying died down and he lifted his head, but avoided the searching gaze. "And thank you. If I could..." he sighed bitterly, finally looking up with his broken expression. "I... I think I'm in love with you despite all... despite being His..." he finally confessed what has been on his mind and heart for weeks now.

"I love him differently. He gave me a life. At some point I was probably in love with him too, but that had faded long before your arrival... Now I feel... conflicted. Because I want something I can never have," he whispered while reaching up to stroke the long hair out of the soldier's handsome face. All his longing was there in that single move and the expression on his face.

The Captain knew very well what big meaning using his simple name had. He felt his heart speed up from it all and the confession of the samurai.

He closed his eyes enjoying the touch on his face, leaning into the caressing hand. "I love you, Kiichi. I really meant it that I want to make all your whishes come true. No matter what they might be…" Corey said back with opening his adoring warm eyes at the taller man. The deep sad eyes made him swallow and pull Kiichi closer to his body again and kiss the vivid bite mark over the collar bone, kissing his way to the lips he just felt hypnotized by. The beautiful shape and color of that mouth always watered his own lips with the longing to kiss it. And he did so, gently at first, not wanting the shocked up man to misunderstand his moves for anything else but tender love.

"You... I can't even dare to believe what you're saying..." he confessed. Maybe he didn't even dare to do so as it was so alien in the world Kiichi knew. "But I know you mean it... And I thank you for that," he whispered onto the full lips after that sweet kiss. It felt so good that there was no demanding force behind it. He got soft kisses before but there's always been that possessive and demanding undertone in them. This was different and new.

"You're so different from him..." he voiced his thought and this time it was Kiichi who kissed the other man, kinda shyly exploring the soft lips and then the wet tongue that was welcoming his in a sensual dance which meant more to the lean man than he dared to admit even to himself.

"That is wonderful to hear from you…" Corey said with a little smile. He wanted to be different from the Shogun. And he enjoyed very much how Kiichi was leading their kiss as he was giving the man on his lap full control and loving what he got from him. He even slid a little lower so the samurai got physically over him too as he was half-lying in the hot water.

The subtle signs of that surrendering to him didn't skip Kiichi's attention and as shocking and new it was to him, it was also a nice and liberating feeling. He's never been given such power or a choice of any kind.

Ever since his geisha mother had told him to follow her and left him in the palace as a young and naive boy, his free will was taken from him and his life placed into the strong hands of the Shogun. He's been an obedient soldier and servant ever since. But now this man from the west brought something new into his life, making Kiichi's very soul awaken deep inside. That spark that Corey had put there was growing more with each passing day, changing the fierce warrior into something else... something new.

And as they were kissing deeply yet lazily in the water, he could feel that even stronger. As much as Corey made him weak, he also made him somehow stronger.

Then after a few minutes he slowed and eventually broke their kiss to rest his head on a strong shoulder, holding onto the other man in the cooling water while simply enjoying his presence and the silence that fell on them. He wasn't sure if he was going to be able to stay awake long enough to walk back into his room to change. "My duty to guard will start very soon..." he mumbled with his eyes closed as exhaustion was taking over every bone in his body. Now Corey knew why he was often so tired and sleepy during the times he was to guard him, but now Kiichi didn't mind that.

Corey kept caressing the wet long hair spread over his shoulder as Kiichi was resting in his arms. "It's still dark. I'll take you to your room," he said kissing his love's head and gently moved to make them sit up again with the tired man over his lap. He was already thinking about how he could make the warrior rest a little more during the day they will share. 

But for now he peeled the long arms off his body and climbed out of the tub. He took his cold and wet underwear off and quickly rubbed his body with the brought towel. He picked up the other one and reached his hand to help Kiichi get out and dry as well.

The samurai was watching the drying off man shamelessly. He was beautiful in his eyes. Then Kiichi let Corey help him out of the water and dried himself off too. Putting on the clothes that were waiting for him neatly folded took only a minute then the tired warrior – ignoring the fact that Corey-chan should have been around to guard Corey, let the Captain walk him back to his room for a couple of hours of more sleep.

Kiichi dreamed with their last kiss before they parted ways. It was warming his heart and soul and although he was still tired when he woke up, he was smiling to himself.

***

Soon he found himself slipping into the Captain's room and he couldn't stop himself from kneeling next to the sleeping man to stroke the long hair out of the relaxed face, tracing the lines of his features.

Corey fell asleep the minute his head hit the ground. His whole body was tingling with the joy of how close he could hold the samurai and the kisses they shared probably burned into him for the rest of his life. 

And the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes again was that beautiful face smiling at him and the long fingers caressing his face.

"Good morning, Kiichi," he said low and sat up to peck the pretty lips with love. This man made his heart skip every time he smiled at him. And made the Captain forget everything that ever worried him. "Could you rest some?"

Even rested some, Kiichi couldn't deny the sitting man from that sweet peck on his lips. It was crazy how Corey could make the samurai go against everything that was rooted so deep in his very being. How he could make his heart beat faster whenever he looked at him or was close to Corey.

"Yes, a bit," he said softly on his deep voice as he let a hand get lost in the long hair then he moved to lay next to the other man. It was still early in the morning so they didn't have to be worried of someone disturbing them. "Did you?" he asked back, pecking the bearded face, his slender hand caressing the thick neck and strong shoulder.

Laying back down Corey couldn't help himself and smiled from the emotions Kiichi was showing towards him. He put his hand on the strong side and stroked it slowly as he was enjoying the touches on his bare upper body.

"I slept, yes. Maybe you can rest a bit after lunch too. I will guard your sleep and wake you if anyone is looking for you. They would only think we are talking inside here…" he said what was on his mind as he wanted to help the samurai in anything he could.

Sliding closer as he laid on his side facing Kiichi, he inhaled the scent of the other man, his hand moving up on the tattooed shirt-covered back.

"You're too kind to me," Kiichi said half-serious, although he smiled and couldn't stop himself from pushing closer to the other body, inhaling its scent just like Corey did. "Though some more rest sounds nice. But don't tell anyone I said that," he whispered, kissing into the thick neck as he let his hand starting to discover the bare warm chest, his fingers catching on a hardening nipple.

Venturing into such forbidden territories was so wrong but at the same time with this man easy. Getting lost in Corey was like closing out the outside world – which was a dangerous thing, but by then Kiichi couldn't help himself. Or the way his mouth found its way up to the Captain's lips while his hand was caressing him lower, tracing every muscle and playing with the dark hairs on his chest and stomach.

"I want to touch you... Can I?" he breathed between the sweet lips, his own groin starting to come alive. It was as if he was getting under some kind of spell, but he didn't mind at all.

"Anything you wish…" Corey breathed. He liked the role of the bottom and submissive as well as the dominant one. And he felt powerless from the touches of the long fingers. 

"I would never give out any words shared between us. I swear on my life," he added looking deeply into the black eyes, commenting on the resting topic. But the way they got closer with this man in his arms distracted his senses again… He would gladly offer his body and being to whatever Kiichi wanted to do with it…

"I know you wouldn't... You're a man of honor. That's one of the things I love in you, Corey," Kiichi confessed returning that look with some blushing. Then maybe to mask it, he slid his lips down to a nipple while his curious hand found its way to Corey's groin, stroking along the filling thick shaft gently.

From there it didn't take long for Kiichi to take it into his wet palm to pull on the pulsing flesh. Corey was the first man aside the Shogun whom he touched like this and he couldn't stop himself from comparing the two in his head. The Shogun was longer, but Corey compensated that with his thickness and for a brief moment the samurai let himself imagine how that would feel in him...

Moaning from the image, he put a leg over Corey's strong thigh so he could slowly rub his now fully erect hardness against it, his lips sucking and licking the erect nipple harder.

Corey muffled a cry by biting his lip. He ached for that touch ever since he saw the beautiful face of the black armored samurai.

Now feeling those small cute lips around his nipple and those slender fingers jerking his throbbing meat blew his mind. He just let Kiichi take what he needed from him and kept caressing the soft hair of his lover… 

His big hand over the lean body slid lower and grabbed the narrow hip when he felt the poking hardness against his thigh. It made him come back a little from his pleasures and focus on Kiichi more again.

"Can I touch you too? You feel so amazing… I want to make you feel good too…" he breathed panting.

"Wanted to touch you like this for so long," the warrior whispered his secret desire, twisting his palm on Corey's tip then shivered from the touches on his body and also from hearing the praising words and the promise of pleasure in them.

"Yes... yes you can," he breathed his permission – which wasn't really his to give, but he simply couldn't keep himself to the strict rules according to which he had to live his life. Not this time. Not with this rule. Now he was going to break it some more, because he couldn't hold his desires for this man back anymore.

Rolling onto his back next to Corey, he stretched out his long body and while looking at the captain, he loosened his belt to open his clothes, exposing more of his goose fleshed skin which here and there had a few old battle scars and healing bruises and bite marks on it.

Corey saw the harsh marks and it both made his heart twist and his cock throb some more. The duality made him feel dizzy… Not to mention that porcelain pale skin what looked like the finest silk and felt like that as well…

"I wanted to get close to you ever since you raised your mask and I could look into your black eyes…" Corey whispered sitting up to get his own naked body fully uncovered from the blanket in the weak light of dawn. 

His fingers gently touched the taut belly with pure amazement. Slowly stroking it lower as the pants got loose on the other man. The lack of hair and pubes made his breathing hitch as he freed the long hard meat.

"You are so gorgeous…" he breathed and forgetting to ask for permission he leaned down and kissed the glistening tip moaning then nipped along the length between his plump wet lips.

The quiet confession made the lean man's cheeks flush some more. It still felt unbelievable that someone might feel like that towards him and it was not easy for him to process and accept that this white man really meant what he was saying. But it was in the warm desire-filled eyes that looked at Kiichi as if he was the most valuable being on Earth. That look only made the warrior swallow hard and he even licked his small lips watching that gorgeous body getting fully revealed in front of him.

His long fingers were itching to touch the broad chest again, but instead he stayed motionless, only watching that big hand touch him. The muscles in his belly tightened and he gasped for air as his cock was touched and freed. Needless to say, the tattooed back lightly arched and Kiichi bit down on a moan the second the full lips began pampering him down where aside from the Shogun no one else should go.

Kiichi himself didn't know how his hand ended up in Corey's long hair and what he wanted to do: push him closer to his aching member or pull him away. In the end his hand and body simply continued lightly trembling from the intense pleasure Corey was already giving him.

Taking the fisting hands in his hair as encouragement, the Captain took the already leaking meat into his mouth and sucked lightly on it while his long tongue lapped around the velvety skin, slurping loud on the length to hear the soft faint moans of the samurai some more.

Kiichi's dark eyes rolled back into his head as he let it fall back on the blanket. His bottom lip was throbbing from the force he was biting down on it to keep silent, but it was getting harder and harder with each passing moment those skilled lips and tongue were pleasuring him. It felt so damn good, he felt like starting to lose his mind and control. He knew that if Corey kept this up, soon Kiichi would allow him to do with him whatever he wanted. And the samurai wasn't sure he was ready for that. Or if he would dare to allow Corey to take full possession of the body that wasn't Kiichi’s own.

These conflicting feelings along with the growing need for release were what made Kiichi grab Corey's attention and pull him on top of his exposed lean body. Moaning when he felt the buffer body's weight on him, he licked his palm again and reached down between them to line their cocks up and wrap his long fingers around them, lightly bucking up against Corey. His other hand reached up to pull the bearded man down for a needy and nearly desperate kiss. "Please... It's burning me... Please make me..." he panted in between kisses as he was falling apart already.

Corey couldn't form any coherent words just let Kiichi do as he needed with him. Wrapping him in his strong arms Corey kissed the sweet lips with all his desire. Bucking and circling his hips to rub harder his cock to the other one. He was watching the messed up man between the more and more wild kisses with adoration and lust. 

He took hold of the hand over their hardness and squeezed it a bit tighter to increase the friction for both of them. Feeling on the edge of his orgasm as well as he tried to do all he could to give pleasure to his love.

The stronger friction on his heavily leaking shaft and the way it was sliding against the thicker one made Kiichi moan into the lustful kisses. This was even better than how he imagined it. And the full attention Corey was giving to his needs was melting the remaining ice around the warrior's heart and soul. He's been feeling empty for such a long time, but now everything has changed.

With that thought his lean and strong body tensed and bucked against Corey harder, his teeth biting Corey's bottom lip to muffle his pleasure-filled moan while his seed shot out of his pulsing cock, pulling Corey with him.

The Captain couldn't take it anymore, and when he felt that bite on his lip and the adored body orgasm between his arms he growled deep and shot his own seed too into their hands trembling from the pleasures he could share with Kiichi. Feeling high and dizzy he dropped his head against the long neck to pant for air and absently kiss the sweaty skin with love.

After a few minutes they cleaned up and Kiichi's clothes were fixed as they were lying next to each other in the bed on the floor, facing each other.

"You want me as your equal," the samurai stated with wonderment in his deep voice. It was an unknown concept to him but also intriguing as he was trying to comprehend just how much different Corey was from the Shogun.

"Yeah… In my world we want who we love as our partner. Well… usually not in marriage but there are many thinking like that too. I love you Kiichi. And I never thought about having a partner for myself, as my culture despises male on male relationships and sex. But… I can't even imagine being without you around me anymore," Corey said low and smiled a little, showing his dimples and blushed bright. 

His hand lightly held the lean waistline, just enjoying the feeling of being so close in every way to the samurai.

"It seems then that here people aren't that... opposing to such a concept... or many more. You call these 'taboos' I believe?" he mused, letting his fingertips trace Corey's red and slightly swollen lips, smiling sweetly when they were gently kissed before Kiichi slid them along the strong jaw line.

"Of course here marriage and producing heirs is very important too. It's our duty. I mean to those who are allowed to marry. I guess I could too if I asked the Shogun and had a woman whom I would want to start a family with, but I don't... And I'm still his despite... despite what we feel for each other and what we just did..." he said, his smile fading as the darker thoughts of never being able to fully or openly be with Corey returned. "I'm sorry. Our love is doomed from the start."

"Yes. Taboos. Or sins if you ask some… Like our doomed love," Corey said still smiling. "It's still ours. And even better hidden away. It's more precious…" he said lifting his head to peck the alluring lips. 

"I am not fond of rules. Despite being a soldier. I also should have married a woman and produce heirs at home. My family is going back for centuries of being a long line of soldiers and lords… I wanted freedom from that. To follow my heart and how I like to live my life. Going where the river takes me, I guess. And it brought me to you... But the Shogun, he seems to suffer from all the responsibilities of the life similar to what I ran away from.. But that all doesn't mean I will give up on the most precious being I finally found... "

"It must be nice to be able to live your life like that," Kiichi whispered then smiled a bit sadly. "But still you ended up as a captive. Restrained from that free kind of life. Even if you found me in the process. For me and my people rules are important parts of our life. I had learned to accept my place and follow those rules that are set for us to live a useful life," he hummed, his dark eyes following his fingertips as they traced one of Corey's dimples.

"Everything has its price. The better things cost more. The freer life meant the army and losing friends and not really having anyone to belong to. And now being with you cost my free life, and I'm happy to pay that price," Corey said searching Kiichi's dark eyes, as he didn't comment anything about the way Corey spoke about the Shogun.

"You know… I studied your culture before too. And especially the old tales …" Corey started as he stroked up on the sleeve of the shirt on the tattooed arm, remembering clearly where there was a goldfish against the stream over the pale skin. "The Koi can become a dragon too in the end of its journey," he said taking hold of the hand on his face and kissed into the palm. 

The tale he mentioned kept coming back to his mind. The Koi is a symbol of strength and not giving up against all the odds. It keeps learning and overcoming obstacles grows the spirit and results in upgrading in the next life till one becomes the most highest and powerful magical creature, a dragon who has no restrains and lives in total freedom in sync with nature and the universe among the gods.

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