Bound by Blood

This is a fic taking place before the events of Bushido Blade two. Tatsumi returns to the Meikyokan after spending years away, honing his skills. Chihiro wants a little fresh air from the confines of his family’s dojo. Rated for sex and some violence. We are poor! Do not sue us! XD

Italics for thoughts

Just a little side note: My coauthor and I do not condone incest in any way, shape or form IRL. For the sake of an interesting fiction, though, we felt the situation of the characters was such that this pairing would be believable.

Please read and enjoy!


Bound by Blood
Chapter Five:

Chihiro smirked against his collar. I want to be good for him. His fingers curled against Tatsumi's chest as he pressed more tightly against him, rising up on his toes so their hips brushed. "Can't you tell?"

Tatsumi sighed heavily into Chihiro's ear. I wonder...how innocent he really is. It's hard to tell. He freed his hand from Chihiro's wrist to instead wrap his arm around his waist. "At least I don't have to wonder what you want to do, hmm?" Though...will he let me go that far?

Chihiro gulped, despite himself. I...can feel him. He managed only a quiet, murmured response as he shifted. A shiver ran through him--this was what another man felt like. His hands curled stiffly around Tatsumi's shoulders as he tried to pull himself up a bit, the coarse material of Tatsumi's jeans making for wonderful friction against him. "Let's...go inside...."

Nodding, Tatsumi all but dragged Chihiro out of the elevator once the doors opened. Either way, I'll take care of him. Good care of him. He finally got the boy into his apartment, locking the door behind him before tossing the helmets into the closet and slipping out of his shoes. I hope he won't back out on me. Tatsumi grinned at the flushed look on Chihiro's face.

Chihiro licked his lips as he faced the elder. He looks beautiful. I want to please him. His eyes gleamed brightly. I want him to sound…as wonderful as Kaun's lovers always sound.

Chihiro advanced on him suddenly. It took only a short hop and he'd wrapped his arms around Tatsumi's shoulders, legs around his hips. "You got a bed?" he whispered in his ear.

Tatsumi laughed, easily holding Chihiro up with one arm beneath his rear. "Quick, aren't you?" He still wasn't sure how to interpret all of Chihiro's actions, but he was slowly not caring. It'll be all right. He carried Chihiro down the hall to his small bedroom.

"I have to be." I just might wake up at any time. Chihiro kissed him firmly as if to prove it; already he realized how much he'd been hoping for this opportunity, these lips. He's better than just a dream.

Returning the affections eagerly, Tatsumi gradually lowered them to his bed, and he easily rested his weight against Chihiro's smaller body. He kept one hand on the boy's hip, the other rising to run through thick hair. "Not now," he murmured thickly, meeting his eyes before kissing him again.

Chihiro murmured thinly between them, arms and legs tightening thoughtlessly. It made his entire body begin to heat with excited quivers. "Tatsumi..." He gasped quietly when his mouth was released. "You're heavy."

He chuckled quietly, smoothing back his bangs. "Want me to back off?" he asked, mostly teasing. Tatsumi's other hand slid down along Chihiro's hip, groping at his ass as he pressed slightly down into him.

Chihiro gasped quietly as he squirmed. Even after everything, he hadn't expected that actually feeling Tatsumi's hands on him would make him so anxious, make him feel so surrounded and smothered and burning. His fingers curled fitfully in Tatsumi's T-shirt. "No. No, don't."

"All right." Good--I'm not sure I want to stop now. Tatsumi brought his head down, bringing their lips together in a slow kiss, gradually coaxing Chihiro's mouth open. I'll take care of you, Chihiro.

Chihiro allowed and did his best to reciprocate all of Tatsumi's advances; he wasn't sure he could have done otherwise. And when he realized that this was real--that Tatsumi really wanted him--he finally felt the return of his confidence. With a moan he rubbed his thighs against Tatsumi's hips, encouraging. "More," he gasped between them. "Tatsumi…."

I know.... Tatsumi continued the kiss for some time, trying to decide what he was going to do. Chihiro seemed all too anxious, and though Tatsumi was just as eager, he knew he could go on for a while. Maybe I'll take care of him now, slow it down a bit. He smiled between them, and gradually worked his hand higher again to rub between them, over Chihiro's stomach.

Chihiro wriggled. I wonder what we look like. He suddenly wished he could see, and he forced himself to keep his eyes open. Tatsumi was flushed and breathless, just as he was, and it only heightened his excitement. He's touching me. Which means he's going to go lower--they always do. He gasped quietly at the sudden anticipation. Touch me.

Tatsumi decided not to bother wasting time, tugging at the ties on Chihiro's pants so they loosened. He was enjoying the way Chihiro squirmed beneath him, all his little gasps and murmurs. Pulling back slightly, he met the boy's eyes, holding them as he slipped his hand between fabric and skin until he could circle hot, firm flesh.

"Ta--" Chihiro groaned as he trembled on the bed, already pushing up insistently against Tatsumi's wide, rough palm. It's so different...when he does it.... "Tatsumi...feels good...." And though his head was falling back he still fought to watch Tatsumi's face, to catch every shift of expression.

He grinned. "I know--it's supposed to, silly." Tatsumi continued to stroke him, slowly, hoping to draw out more of the boy's voice. Kissing him once, he shifted sideways a bit to better press his own groin against the sharp bone of Chihiro's hip.

When Tatsumi shifted out of range Chihiro didn't try to restrain himself any longer. His head fell back as he panted; his hips were moving in tiny, involuntary movements in time with Tatsumi's hand. "Faster," he groaned, parting his thighs a little wider. "Please, do it...do it faster…."

God, he sounds good. Tatsumi leaned closer, sucking at Chihiro's earlobe playfully. He did as requested, rubbing the tips of his fingers along the underside of his desire, his palm over the boy's tip. Come on, kid. You can't last forever.

Chihiro whimpered, heels pushing against the mattress until his strength seemed to cave in all at once; he cried out, sparing none of his voice as he reached his climax with a shudder.

Tatsumi sighed, relieved, and gradually slowed his hand. When it seemed like Chihiro was finally finished he pulled himself free from the boy's pants, wiping his hand off on the blanket. He looks...really good. Almost beautiful, even. He pushed up on his elbow to offer a slow, soft kiss.

Chihiro tried to return it, but his lips felt suddenly numb and clumsy; he whimpered softly as he edged closer to the body at his side. "Tatsumi...." He hadn't expected that it would be so...tiring, having not done anything.

"Just rest a moment," he said, welcoming Chihiro against him. He really must be new, for something like that.... Chuckling, he rubbed at the boy's hip, gradually covering his face with soft kisses. "Get your strength back...."

Chihiro sighed gratefully, even as he muttered, "I'm fine." He turned his face into Tatsumi's neck to hide his shy smile. I like that. A lot. It was good.... Licking his lips, his fingertips toyed with the waist of Tatsumi's jeans. "Do you...want me too...?"

Tatsumi kissed him gently. "I'd rather save it for now," he teased, pulling Chihiro tighter against his hip. "You can stay longer, right? We've got time...." I hope. Damnit, if he has to leave....

"We've got time," Chihiro assured. "Father doesn't even know I'm gone." He giggled suddenly as he reached up to tug at Tatsumi's hair. "That sounds bad, doesn't it? You don't think I'm too much of a kid, do you?"

He smiled in assurance, kissing him. "I was about your age when I had my first," he murmured. "Maybe a bit younger, even. But then, I was a bad kid." Tatsumi's fingers curled around Chihiro's ass, massaging, hoping to awaken the boy's voice again.

Chihiro murmured quietly against Tatsumi's throat. "How do you know it's my first?" he asked, but he was teasing more than anything. He'd probably given himself away a long time ago.

Tatsumi tilted his head to suck at a space of flesh just below Chihiro's ear. "I was just as eager as you are...my first time," he answered. I jumped into it, too. Just like this.... He shivered faintly at the memory. His hand tightened, gradually working lower between Chihiro's thighs.

Chihiro hissed quietly. "I'm still tired," he protested, even if he was turning to make it easier for him. "But...don't stop." He sighed, enjoying the feeling of strong fingers. "Who..." He blushed. "Who was your first?"

"Another student, at the first dojo I went to after leaving here." Tatsumi took a deep breath of Chihiro's hair before focusing on his neck once more. It was starting to get more difficult to concentrate on what he was saying, feeling Chihiro rubbing slightly against him. I...want him.... "He was...really strong...really insistent...."

"Yeah...?" Chihiro craned his neck back, his breath beginning to catch again. Slowly, he could feel his strength returning; his body was desperate for it. "Mmm, sounds like I would have liked him."

You might have. Tatsumi gradually lay back down on his side, wanting to get both hands on the boy and pull him closer. "I hope you'll be happy enough with me, Chihiro-kun," he murmured thickly.

"So far I haven't been disappointed," Chihiro replied in kind. He edged closer, and suddenly pushed himself up, grabbing Tatsumi by the shoulders and pushing him onto his back so he could straddle his abdomen. He giggled. "You look good from up here." He began to tug Tatsumi's shirt off.

Tatsumi's breath caught a little--he hadn't expected such a move from Chihiro, but already he was smiling in excitement. "Glad you like it." He raised his arms easily, allowing his shirt to be removed. He didn't waste any time, however, getting his hands back on Chihiro's thighs.

Chihiro bit his lip around a quiet gasp; his thighs flexed against strong fingers. "You're strong," he murmured, eyes bright as he reached up to begin sliding his haori off his shoulders. He did it slowly, shivering a little at the touch of air against his bare skin.

Tatsumi watched him with interest, appreciative of the young, firm muscles and smooth skin. He was starting to really like all of Chihiro's talk--many of his previous lovers had preferred quiet. "For being your first time, you seem awfully familiar with all of this. Or at least, not as nervous as most virgins."

Chihiro blushed and ducked his head coyly. "Well...." There didn't seem to be any reason to hide it now, so he explained as he drew his hands up and down Tatsumi's chest. "I'm kind of familiar with it. There are a few people that work for Father who are...pretty open, and sometimes...." His toes wiggled. "...I get to see. Curiosity and all."

"Ah, you like to watch," he laughed. Tatsumi worked his thumbs along the inside of Chihiro's thighs in encouragement. "Why am I not surprised." His grin widened slightly. "So, what have you seen that you'd like to try, Chihiro-kun?"

"I...." Chihiro's breath caught, thighs spreading as he pressed more of his weight against Tatsumi's chest. "I...want you to fuck me," he whispered, his own words making him shiver. I've just watched for so long...I want him. Trying to remember Kaun's tricks, he pushed himself back, rubbing against Tatsumi's hips. "Mmm...I want to know what it's like, to...." His eyes slipped shut. "To feel someone...inside me...."

Tatsumi's eyes widened. He must have heard someone say that. His hands slipped higher, deciding to let it go for now. "It's going to hurt, at first," he said softly, tone growing more serious.

"I know...." Chihiro bit his lip; he was worried, a little, because he'd seen the faces of some of Kaun's younger partners. But he was already too intoxicated by the feeling of Tatsumi's hands against him. He pressed his palms flat against his chest, pushing back so they rubbed together. He moaned. "You...you have something, right?"

"Of course." Well, if we're really going to do it.... Tatsumi sat up to steal a kiss. I'll take care of him. His hands slid up over Chihiro's hips. "Lie down," he whispered, kissing him again.

"Okay...." Chihiro slipped off of him, but when they were separated...he started to realize how real this was. It was going to hurt. He licked his lips, and in a sudden bout of forced confidence rolled across the mattress. "Like this?" he sang, flopping onto his back. He then rolled onto his stomach. "Or like this?"

Stomach will be easier for him, though.... He sighed and shook his head. Another time, I'll get to watch him. Tatsumi rubbed at the boy's back, leaning in to kiss between his shoulderblades. "This is fine--it'll be easier on you. Being your first time." Reaching down, he started to pull Chihiro's pants away.

Chihiro pushed himself up slightly so that it would be easier to remove the clothing--shivering some more. It was a little intimidating, not being able to see him. "You'll have to take care of me," he said, twisting enough so he could catch a glimpse of Tatsumi's face. It was enough to reassure him. "I'm spoiled, after all."

"Don't worry." Tatsumi leaned in, twisting enough for a kiss. "I'll be extra careful with you." He continued to bring their lips together as he slid out of his own pants. Once bare, Tatsumi pulled back to retrieve a few supplies from his bedside drawer. Setting aside all but a thick tube, he opened it to spread some thick gel over one finger. Tatsumi leaned into Chihiro's side for another kiss. "Just relax," he murmured, gently rubbing at his opening, not yet entering him. "I'll take care of you."

Chihiro gasped, back arching. "Mmm…." He'd been afraid that his nerves wouldn't hold out this far, but Tatsumi was...taking care of him. Gathering heat in his stomach and hips with little more than a touch. "I'm all right," he assured, fingers curling in the sheets. "Please...?"

He shook his head. "Be patient," he said lowly. "I gotta go slow so I won't hurt you." Tatsumi grinned, nibbling at Chihiro's neck. "Or did you not watch that part?" Reminding himself to be careful, he gradually eased his finger slowly within his young partner.

Chihiro took in a slow breath, reminding himself to relax, as he felt Tatsumi begin to stretch him. "Ta…." He pressed his forehead into his pillow; it felt strange, nothing like he'd imagined, but he knew he could expect it to get better.

Tatsumi watched him carefully, wanting to catch any sign of pain on his companion's face. He seems okay, right now. He eased his finger in deeper. "Are you all right?"

Chihiro nodded breathlessly. "Yes...I'm all right." He shifted his legs a little wider. "It's just...really weird." But getting better.

"Good." Tatsumi licked his lips--the feel of hot, clenching muscle was making him anxious, and it was getting more and more difficult to keep from just thrusting into the boy. Just a bit longer--he'll be okay. "I'm going to add another," he warned, covering a second finger in more gel before pressing inside Chihiro again.

Chihiro moaned softly, shoulders creeping up, but it wasn't as bad this time--he was starting to get used to it, and the deeper Tatsumi pressed, the more heat spread through him. "Yes," he whispered, shifting back against Tatsumi's hand. "Yes, it's a lot better."

Tatsumi sighed in relief, kissing Chihiro's cheek. "One more then," he murmured, already preparing a third finger. "Just to be sure...." He eased the digits in, twisting his wrist faintly. If he could just find that one spot, could press just a bit deeper....

That...hurt, just a little, but Chihiro swallowed the slight wince. Soon enough, though, he'd forgotten that, as Tatsumi's stroked something inside him that made his toes curl. "Ah--! Tatsumi, that...!" So…so that's how it feels....

Though the brief flash of pain concerned him, he relaxed at Chihiro's words. Good--that will help. Just a bit more, then, to get him going again. Now that he knew what to aim for, Tatsumi slowly started to move his fingers in and out, gently pressing into hot muscle with each stroke. "Chihiro...."

Chihiro whimpered plaintively, his concerns forgotten as Tatsumi continued to spread shivers all through him. "More," he gasped, shifting as if trying to get his knees beneath him--to push himself higher, further back, against Tatsumi's warm fingers. "Mm, Tatsumi, please...!"

Yes, please.... Tatsumi couldn't help a murmur of his own, and he licked his lips. "All right...." He pulled back, wiping his hand briefly before reaching for the rest of his supplies. God, I want him. Sitting up a bit, he fumbled with the condom wrapper, fighting to get it off.

Chihiro twisted so he could see what he was doing, and seeing Tatsumi's plight, he had to laugh. "Having trouble?" he sang, kicking his feet lightly against the mattress. He was actually a little glad for the time to prepare. It's going to be fine. He's taking good care of me.

He snorted, casting him a glare. "The blood's not exactly flowing in the right direction, you know." Still, Tatsumi finally managed to open the difficult packaging, and with a shiver worked the condom on. Better be extra careful, though.... Though he hated being away from Chihiro for so long, he spread some more of the thick gel over himself before rolling over to crawl between his companion's thighs. "Ready, Chihiro? I'll go slow," he added.

Chihiro nodded, taking a deep breath. "I'm ready." This is it. My first time. He closed his eyes and reminded himself to stay calm. I wonder what Kaun would say…? Smirking, he pushed himself slightly off the mattress. "Be nice to me."

Chuckling, Tatsumi leaned in to kiss and nibble at Chihiro's shoulders, hoping to reassure his companion. "I will. Just...let me know if it's too much." He took a deep breath. Okay.... Reaching down, he guided them together. He entered Chihiro slowly--painfully slowly--and his breath hissed at how tight the boy still was. His fingers curled against the blankets. "God...."

Chihiro's breath and voice caught in his throat; Tatsumi was larger than he'd expected, and it hurt as his body tried to adapt. Shivering, he forced himself to take a breath, and released it as quiet sob. It'll get better. Relax. Relax. "Ta...tsumi...." Gradually, he began to feel his body calming.

Tatsumi continued his slow intrusion, knowing better than to stop. He tried to aim as best he could, hoping to again brush against that spot that had made Chihiro quiver before. "It's okay," he murmured. His hand managed to relax enough to press gently into the small of Chihiro's back to better calm him. Finally, he was fully buried, and he groaned.

Chihiro choked on a moan of his own, trying to draw his knees up beside him to make it easier--his heart was pounding, stomach flipping as he felt his pulse echoing through his hips. "Tatsumi...please...." A little more. Keep going, and…and it'll start feeling good. "I'm all right," he gasped. "So please, keep...keep going...?"

Tatsumi wrapped his right arm around Chihiro's waist, holding them locked together as he pushed himself better onto his knees. He leaned close, lips whispering over the boy's ear, trying to keep his breathing slow and deep. "Chihiro...." God...I want him.... Pulling back, Tatsumi thrust against his companion with a bit more strength--his patience wouldn't hold for long, not against Chihiro's hot, tense muscles.

Chihiro cried out again--that had been better, even if he could feel the ache spreading further through him as well. "Please," he groaned, clawing at the bed sheets. I know he's stronger than this. I want to feel more of him! "Tatsumi...Tatsumi!"

Moaning thickly, Tatsumi couldn't help following the boy's high voice, thrusting harder. "Chihiro...fuck--" He pressed his forehead briefly against the boy's back before leaning away, one hand on Chihiro's shoulder, the other pawing at his hip.

"Ah--! God, Tatsumi...!" Chihiro shook his head, bits of his hair sticking to the sweat covering his face and neck. He tried to lean back more, to meet each of Tatsumi's movements, loosening his voice with deeper, pleading moans. It's still so strange. But I want more. "Tatsumi, more...."

His fingers tightened. He's...better than I thought he'd be.... Tatsumi grinned breathlessly as his pace strengthened, grunting with each hard thrust. To bad...I had to wear the rubber--I'd love to feel him....

Chihiro gasped, and all of a sudden his strength fled--heat swept through his body, tightening him around Tatsumi's flesh as pleasure pulsed through him. He groaned as he thrust himself backwards, trying to keep Tatsumi inside him a moment longer.

Tatsumi shuddered, but.... Just a little more.... He leaned close again, breathing hard against Chihiro's neck. "Chihiro-kun...please...." Rocking gently, he groaned. "Just...a little more...."

Chihiro whimpered, but he clenched his fists against the sheets and managed to keep his knees beneath him. "Then keep going," he gasped out, letting his head droop. "Go on...."

I shouldn't. I'll.... He groaned. I'll only hurt him, but.... Tatsumi leaned back, knowing he should pull out, but already his hips were moving again. His eyes fluttered shut, breath hissing through tense lips as he continued to move within his young lover.

Chihiro licked his lips and remained still, taking deep breaths as Tatsumi went on. I'm all right. I want to please him. He knew it sometimes happened this way--that Kaun always continued until he was finished. It…wasn't even that bad. Still warm, even if the ending of his own pleasure allowed him to realize how strange it felt to have another person inside him.

Tatsumi thankfully reached his own climax quickly, and he pulled away with a thin groan. "Chihiro...." A slow smile curled his lips, grateful that the other had been so understanding, and he reached out to rub at the boy's back. "That was good.... Are you all right?"

"Mm…." Chihiro wasn't sure how to describe it yet--he was grateful that Tatsumi had pulled back at last, and with quiet sigh he dropped to the bed. He stretched his legs weakly. "Tired..."

Tatsumi crawled out of the bed, removing the condom and throwing it away. He'll be sore.... Returning, he licked his lips and sat beside the boy. "You can rest here for a while," he murmured, gently massaging the small of Chihiro's back.

"Mm, thanks." He made a face--the sheets were damp beneath him, and he wriggled until he was out of the way. That's better. Sighing, Chihiro turned his face in to the pillow. I…really did it. My first time. He blushed down to his ears as his shoulders crept up, and was glad that Tatsumi couldn't see his childish smile.

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