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 Six:

"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.

Frowning faintly, Tatsumi continued his movements a moment more with a bit of apprehension. Did...I really hurt him after all? He leaned closer to try and see the boy's face, but the pillow hid his expression. Tatsumi's hand slowed. "Chihiro-kun? Are you...all right?"

When Chihiro was finally able to make out the real concern in Tatsumi's voice he had to chuckle. He turned his head so he could smile up at the older boy. "I'm fine," he assured, curling his hands up near his face. "I'm just a little tired. But good." More than a little tired. But he doesn't have to know that.

Tatsumi smiled faintly in relief, and he leaned in to offer a soft kiss. "Here--let me get rid of this blanket." Standing again, he eased the dirtied cloth out from beneath Chihiro before joining him again. "Mmm...." He flopped down at the boy's side, slipping an arm beneath his waist and tugging him closer so Tatsumi could nibble playfully at his ear. "You were good," he complimented softly.

"Was I?" Chihiro smiled shyly as he wriggled up against his lover. My…lover. "I...didn't last long enough. Sorry 'bout that." He drew his fingertips idly over Tatsumi's chest.

He chuckled. "You were fine," he replied, sighing faintly. I'm glad he's all right. It was just because of the condom that I.... But he wasn't about to tell Chihiro that. "You just need to build up some stamina."

Chihiro brightened. "I guess that means I have to practice," he giggled, tilting his head up to nibble at Tatsumi's lips. "Again and again and…ah, I'm tired."

Tatsumi laughed again, strangely charmed by Chihiro's innocent affections. He really is good. Chihiro.... He abruptly wrapped his arms around Chihiro's waist, tugging the boy on top of him so he was cradled against his chest. "Hmm, there you are."

Chihiro giggled happily. "I'm going to sleep," he declared, nestling against Tatsumi's chest. "Wake me up in an hour? I should be all right by then." He wriggled forward to give Tatsumi a lazy kiss. "I wanna do it again."

Tatsumi smiled between their lips. "Will you have enough time?" he asked quietly, not wanting to send the boy away, but...fearing not being able to see him again more. He slid a hand through thick hair, and his chest tightened with what seemed like too much emotion for one round of passion.

"I can managed a few hours," Chihiro assured as he settled himself. He was already falling quickly asleep. "They...won't do anything. I'm the master's son...." He sighed quietly as his breath deepened in slumber.

His smile softened. "Go ahead then. Get some rest." Tatsumi trailed a gentle finger down the boy's spine, to the curve of his tailbone and back up. He is so soft.... I'm not sure...I've been around someone like this before. Tilting his head, he touched a kiss to the top of Chihiro's head, continuing to stroke warm skin.

Chihiro was awoken an hour later, as promised, by Tatsumi's gentle touch against his back. He smiled to himself. "Tatsumi...?" He stretched, and was about to offer a kiss when he was interrupted by a slight wince. Ah...I am sore. "Hey."

Tatsumi easily felt the flinch, and in sympathy he moved his hands to Chihiro's hips in a gentle massage. "Good morning," he teased lightly, eyes still closed. "I'm sorry...I hurt you." He arched his back slightly.

"It's not bad," Chihiro assured, knowing it was no use pretending he was perfectly fine. He guided Tatsumi's hand to the muscles that were complaining the most. "I'm just not used to it yet. But that's nice. That feels nice."

He kissed Chihiro's forehead softly. "Then I won't stop." What's wrong with me? Tatsumi shook his head, wondering what was coming over him. He was enjoying the feel of Chihiro against him more than he should have, was occasionally holding his breath just to feel the other's better. His strength was returning, but...he wasn't sure he was ready for another go just yet. How...unlike me.

"You sound quiet," Chihiro murmured, nuzzling Tatsumi's neck. "Are you okay?" He whimpered quietly when Tatsumi's fingers worked into a particularly sore stretch of flesh.

Tatsumi smiled--he wasn't about to tell all his thoughts, despite his easy state. "It's just been a while," he admitted truthfully, "since I've had a lover stay like this." He spread his legs slightly, welcoming Chihiro closer and shivering faintly at the press of his smaller body against his hips.

Chihiro's eyelids fluttered faintly, giving Tatsumi's hips a gentle squeeze with his thighs. "Poor thing," he purred, lowering his head to nibble lightly at Tatsumi's chest. "Your dojo must be pretty strict."

Chuckling faintly, Tatsumi shook his head. "The one I was raised in, yes. I've been to many since then." He stared up at the ceiling, sinking the fingers of one hand into thick, soft hair. "It's strange, being back.... Though the company is much improved," he added.

"It had better be." Feeling playful Chihiro tilted his chin, pushing himself slightly up so he could draw his tongue over Tatsumi's right nipple. "What's that dojo like? The one that you were raised in."

Tatsumi hissed softly, stretching his chest into the attentions. Good.... His fingers tightened faintly in Chihiro's hair. Though...I can't tell him everything. "There is...much honor in that dojo. Much pride--it was almost suffocating, sometimes. Though perhaps not so much for me as some of the others."

"Sounds like it's pretty old." There aren't too many dojos like that around here. He was curious, and he figured keeping Tatsumi distracted might allow him to spill some secrets. "Somewhere nearby?" He lowered his head again, sucking gently.

One of his legs shifted, bending to press up between Chihiro's as his breath deepened. "Fairly near," he replied, eyes narrowing to slits. "I didn't want to be too close...after all...." Chihiro, you....

Mm, that feels good. It was thrilling to think that he could coax reactions like that from a man, after all he'd seen, waiting on the outskirts. He wet his lips. "So why'd you come back? Gonna teach or something?" Chihiro continued to distract him with tiny movements of his tongue.

Tatsumi finally couldn't help a faint murmur. "No.... They asked me for...help...." Damn little-- He rolled suddenly, chuckling lowly as he pressed the boy down into the mattress. "You little imp. Trying to turn me on?"

Chihiro giggled. "Maybe." Though something in Tatsumi's words struck an odd chord in him, something familiar. For help? What does a dojo need help with, other than teaching...especially from someone as strong as Tatsumi. There was a tiny thread of discontent in him, but he was still grinning as he wrapped his arms around Tatsumi's neck. "What kind of help?" he asked, almost teasingly. "Like you're helping me?" He snickered. "Or are you gonna fight for them?"

"Enough of your silly questions," he admonished playfully, even as his chest tightened faintly in warning. He also learns from a dojo in the area--I don't want him to be involved in this. Tatsumi tickled the boy's sides in hopes of an interesting reaction. "I thought you said you wanted another go."

"Ah--! Ah, that tickles!" Chihiro squirmed, pushing at Tatsumi with his hands and feet to get him off. He's…dodging, isn't he? He's hiding.... "You're gonna make me pee!" he said suddenly, trying to crawl out from under him. "I gotta pee!"

Tatsumi broke out laughing, and he rolled off Chihiro again, clutching his stomach. "Pee? How old are you--five?" Chihiro's words had taken him too much by surprise, and he gasped around his laughter as tears stung his eyes.

"Piss--whatever!" Chihiro scrambled off the bed, laughing as he skipped to the bathroom. "Don't go anywhere!" he called over his shoulder as he shut the door behind him.

It…can't be, can it? Chihiro frowned slightly as he moved to take care of his business. Raised in a dojo, called back to "help"…and he can't tell me where or why. There are only two dojos around here like that. His frowned deepened. And one of them is mine.

Tatsumi still needed some time to catch his breath back, but he calmed enough to stare up at the ceiling. I haven't laughed like that in…well, in a long time, anyway. He ran a hand though his hair, sighing heavily. Chihiro...what are you?

Chihiro took a bit longer than he should have, masking his hesitation by letting the water run. He must be. There's no other explanation for why he's so strong--he's Narukagami. The realization sent a chill through him. If he knew who I was.... Licking his lips, he turned off the water and started for the door.

He lost his mother when he was young.

Chihiro stopped with his hand on the knob. He.... He fingers clenched numbly. His mother died…he was raised…in a dojo…possibly the Meikyokan. His eyes widened. No. No, that's…not possible.

Tatsumi was lost to his thoughts for a long while, and when he finally came back to himself he realized the bathroom had been silent for far too long. "Chihiro?" He pushed himself up onto his elbows. "Are you all right in there?"

Chihiro jumped at the sound of his voice. Tatsumi…? He tried to collect himself, but his hands were suddenly shaking. I have to go out. He'll…worry, or suspect. Slowly, he opened the door, fighting to keep a smile in tact as he faced Tatsumi on the bed. "Hey."

He may not have been around Chihiro long, but he knew anxiety and fear well enough, and the presence of such expressions in the boy's face disturbed him. Losing the last of his humor, Tatsumi sat up completely. "Are you all right?" he asked again, concerned. "You weren't sick or anything, were you?"

"No--no, I'm okay." Chihiro came forward slowly, his eyes not leaving Tatsumi's face. We…do look alike, his mind kept echoing back to him. When we sparred, we moved the same. He was raised in the Meikyokan. He's fighting against you.

Chihiro shook his head. "I was just..." He gaze finally lowered as he stopped just before the bed. "Can I...ask you something?"

I don't like this. Tatsumi sat up and turned, pulling a corner of the blanket over himself discretely. What...just happened? Chihiro.... He nodded, watching the other warily. "Sure...."

"Are you...." But Chihiro's throat closed off before he could finish, and he clamped his jaw shut to keep any sound from escaping him. Tatsumi…is it even possible? "I mean," he tried again, "do you remember your father?"

His frown turned more severe--what did this have to do with anything? "I never knew my father," he replied bluntly. "My mother told me once that he was dead, but otherwise never spoke of him. Chihiro--" Tatsumi met his eyes, reaching out to take the boy's hand. "What's this all about, so suddenly? What's wrong?" Please, I...I don't like this.

Chihiro shook his head. Stop it! You're wrong, and you're upsetting him!

"It's nothing," Chihiro blurted out, nearly gasped. His features broke in a shaky grin, and all of a sudden he jumped onto the bed, turning about so he could draw himself against Tatsumi's back. "Stuff at home. I'm sorry--I'm fine. I just...wish I didn't have to go back."

Tatsumi wasn't convinced, and somehow the whole affair left his stomach feeling twisted. Chihiro.... He leaned back into the boy's arms, wishing he could see his face.... "Chihiro, I...." Reaching back, he touched the boy's hair.

Tatsumi…I'm sorry. Chihiro twisted his arms around Tatsumi's shoulders. "It's not you," he assured quietly. "I'm sorry, I can't tell you. But it's not because of you, okay? I'm so glad I came tonight."

He relaxed, if only a bit. "All right--if you say so." He can't tell me, huh? Tatsumi closed his eyes a moment. I suppose it's fair, since...I haven't told him everything. Tatsumi pulled away enough to turn around, and he gently lay Chihiro back down on the mattress. "I'm glad you came," he replied, offering a light kiss, almost apologetic. "Are you still sore?"

"A little," Chihiro confessed. "But it's not bad." He stretched, touching Tatsumi's face to draw him closer. He offered his own apologetic smile. "Sorry for ruining the mood."

Not much to be done now.... But they still had time, and he didn't want to end it in such a way. Leaning close, Tatsumi turned lips and tongue against the boy's throat. "I think...we might be able to get some of it back, hmm?"

"Hmm…maybe." Relieved, Chihiro welcomed the other against him, tilting his head back. "I like you," he said abruptly, hoping the sentiments would wake him from this mood of his. Even if he is Narukagami, I don't care. I've never felt like this with anyone. And if he's…

Chihiro took in a deep breath. No. "Can I...I mean, would you like me to..." He blushed. "...suck you?"

Tatsumi snorted ungracefully against Chihiro's neck, pulling back with an amused look. "Suck me?" He ruffled the boy's hair affectionately. He must be kidding. Though the offer was tempting, he wasn't sure he...quite trusted his inexperienced lover just yet. "You really want to, Chihiro-kun?"

Chihiro's grin widened in embarrassment, though his eyes were gleaming excitedly. "I do! Because, well…." He trailed his fingers over Tatsumi's shoulders, drawing them down over his chest, down his stomach and lower. "I don't think I can go another round and still make it home, but I can still take care of you." He giggled. "I owe you one, right?"

"Owe me?" Again amused, he could think of no better response than to lean in for a slow, breath-stealing kiss. He pulled back with a quiet laugh. "I don't like thinking that way." Tatsumi ran his own hand down along Chihiro's hip and over his ass. "I think we should just...take care of each other, hmm?"

Chihiro tried to pout, but his breath was already catching. "No fair. I wanted to suck you." He reached down to play his fingers over Tatsumi's length. "It seems like fun."

Tatsumi sighed, though...the idea was already helping to quicken his pulse. He...won't really learn, otherwise.... He pulled Chihiro into a kiss. "I suppose...if you really want to," he teased softly, rolling more onto his side. "So long as I get to return the favor," he added with a grin.

"I told you, I won't be able to walk home," Chihiro laughed, pushing himself up so he could force Tatsumi's shoulders against the bed. "But...maybe...." He was a little nervous--glancing down gave him his first good view of Tatsumi, and it was definitely impressive. But he was determined; Kaun made it look easy, after all. That's right…he always does it like this....

Chihiro leaned down, kissing Tatsumi's chest. "Mm. I'll try not to bite you," he giggled as he made his way down Tatsumi's stomach, enjoying the slight taste of sweat.

Tatsumi caught Chihiro's chin, halting his progress. "Seriously." He licked his lips. "Take your time, all right? Biting would definitely not be good." Trailing his fingers over the boy's cheek, he tried to convey his seriousness in a look.

Chihiro held his gaze for a moment, then burst out in giggles. "Don't worry! I wouldn't. I kind of like the big fella." Still snickering he reached down to spread Tatsumi's thighs so he could move around between them. "I'll be careful." He reached down with both hands, coaxing Tatsumi to harden beneath his fingers so that he'd know exactly what he was dealing with.

Tatsumi's breath couldn't help catching at Chihiro's insistence, and though he'd meant to keep an eye on the boy he found his head falling back. It really...has been too long.... His lips parted, but he didn't give up much noise yet. Instead, he ran his fingers through Chihiro's hair in encouragement. I hope...he really does know what to do....

Chihiro took a deep breath. Just go slow, he reminded himself, licking his lips. He'll sound wonderful if I do it right. Pleased by that thought he leaned down, careful to roll his lips over his teeth as he slowly took Tatsumi into his mouth.

Tatsumi murmured softly, letting go of Chihiro's hair to instead grip the sheets beneath him. Maybe he'll...be a natural at this, too.... He spread his legs further, knees bending. "No biting," he reminded in a hiss.

Chihiro wanted to smile, but then he reminded himself that he was supposed to be concentrating. It's not that bad. Even if he is pretty big. Taking in a long breath through his nose he leaned closer, taking Tatsumi gradually deeper--he found it was easier if he swallowed. Is this all right? I hope he likes it....

It wasn't anything like what he was used to receiving--all his previous partners had been more experienced, had been much...harsher. Chihiro was almost too soft, slow...tender, even. It was nice, though...he wasn't sure he could take it much longer if he didn't.... "Chihiro...."

He sounds like he likes it. Feeling a little more confident he tried to take more, lowering his hand to gently stroke the rest. Maybe if I...but he'd better warn me. He sucked faster, trying to move his tongue against him at the same time.

Tatsumi's voice rose in a thick groan, back arching to try and bring himself closer. He stopped before he could actually thrust against Chihiro's mouth, though it took more willpower than he thought it would. "More," he growled, knees bending further. "Just...."

Chihiro shivered excitedly; he braced his free hand against Tatsumi's hip to keep him from surprising him with a sudden movement, and was eager to do as he'd asked. He was starting to follow a rhythm the more he got the hang of it. It's making me hard, too.

A few more moments were enough, and he reached down to try and tug Chihiro away. "Wait...." Tatsumi moaned thickly, curling forward. "Chihiro--stop...."

Chihiro knew better than to protest; he pulled back with a long gasp and a grin. "Mm, you like that?" He continued stroking with his fingers, just to finish him off.

Tatsumi grinned, reaching over the edge of the bed to grab up what turned out to be his shirt, dropping it over himself; no use getting the bed messier. "Yeah--I do." The muscles of his stomach abruptly tensed, and he groaned at his sudden release. "Shit--"

Chihiro licked his lips; he hadn't been able to see Tatsumi's face before, and it made his insides curl. He laughed. "What a face!" he teased anyway, bending down to kiss Tatsumi's bent knee. "That good, huh?"

Slapping at him weakly, Tatsumi flopped back onto the mattress and tossed his dirtied shirt aside. "Don't get full of yourself," he shot back, and he couldn't help a grateful sigh that their good mood had been restored. He gestured for Chihiro to come closer.

Chihiro slid up next to him, tugging Tatsumi's arm around him. "Don't you mean full of you?" he retorted with a giggle. He guided Tatsumi's hand down to his ass. "Though it did feel good, you know. Having you...." He blushed.

Tatsumi easily obliged, turning onto his side so he could get both hands on the boy's soft flesh. "I'm glad," he said just before kissing him. "How else would I get you to do it again, otherwise?" Though, if he was serious about not being able to make it home...this might have to stop here.

Chihiro turned his face shyly into Tatsumi's neck; he sighed happily with the feeling of Tatsumi's hands on him. "You really are strong," he murmured idly, pressing up against him. Can't I just stay here? Letting him touch me like this…?

Tatsumi closed his eyes. He's so.... He kept one hand low, the other skating up behind the boy's shoulderblades. "When do you think...you can come back?" he asked softly. "I want to see you again. Soon."

Chihiro felt his spirits melt. Can I come back? He licked his lips, pressing a little closer. I'll have to do some research of my own. I have to know for sure.

"It might be a while," Chihiro offered at last, whispering his lips over Tatsumi's collar. "Things at home...are really screwed up right now. But I'll try. A few days."

Tatsumi held him closer. He knew he was being foolish--one night, only a few days of knowing him, but.... There's something about him. I.... Pulling back, he tilted up Chihiro's chin for a firm kiss. He couldn't even properly describe the tightening in his chest, the dull ache behind his ribs that made his pulse throb in his ears. "Call me then," he whispered. "If you can, if you can't come." Just...so I can hear you....

"Okay." Chihiro turned his head away with a chuckle. "My mouth tastes funny," he laughed, and before they could get carried away he sat up. "So. Now that you've had me, can you at least drive me back to the coffee shop?"

He smiled faintly, though he was still feeling oddly off balance. I'm just tired. I need some sleep. "Of course." Tatsumi pushed to his feet and offered Chihiro a hand. "You might want to use my shower first," he added with a brighter grin.

"I think I will," Chihiro declared, and with a grin he slipped off the bed and darted for the bathroom again. "I won't take long," he promised as he slipped inside. He's wonderful. I don't care who he is! He's mine, and no one is going to take that from me.

Tatsumi hunted around his closet for an extra towel, wetting it in the kitchen before slipping back to his bedroom for his own quick clean-up. He dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, listening to the sounds of Chihiro in his shower. Somehow...it was comforting, and the ache in his lungs faded somewhat.

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The next day Chihiro was somewhat sore again, but he did his best to ignore it--there were more important things requiring his attention. As soon as he'd gone through his morning meal and exercises he sought out the most trusted of his dojo companions. Thankfully, he was alone.

"Kaun-san!" Chihiro ran up to him as the man, who was reclining on a bench near the gardens. "Kaun-san, I need to speak to you."

Kaun glanced up from his book, looking over the boy. His expression struck something, and he slid his bookmark between the pages. "Have a seat, Chihiro-sama," he offered.

Chihiro did so, trying to keep his expression even. "Has there been any news of...from Father?" he asked first, though he was somewhat dreading the answer. He licked his lips. "About the issue?"

Kaun was sure he knew which of the many issues they had been discussing was the one Chihiro was asking after, and he regarded his young master carefully. Still.... He should know. "We have heard from our informants, if that is what you mean," he replied in low tones, glancing idly around the gardens.

"Yes, that's what I mean," Chihiro hissed impatiently. It wasn't like him, but he couldn't help it--it was all that mattered to him now. "Have they told you anything? Any proof?" His voice lowered. "I must know."

Kaun continued to let his eyes drift, seemingly unconcerned, though he really was watching to be sure there were no spying ears. "We were given a name," he said quietly. His fingers curled ever so slightly around his book. "I confirmed there was such a man two days ago, and we believe the information was correct."

A name…? Chihiro's eyes widened, and he was sure that, in that moment, his heart had stopped. When his breath came again, it was hesitant. "And?" he asked in little more than a whisper. "What is it?"

The elder fighter met Chihiro's eyes a long moment. "Are you sure you wish to know, Chihiro-sama?" he asked, tone implying that he wanted a well thought out answer but wasn't expecting one.

"Tell me," Chihiro said firmly, his gaze unwavering. If I don't know it will drive me mad anyway--one way or the other, I can't waste time in uncertainty! "I will know eventually, if you tell me or not. Wouldn't you like to be the one?" He lifted an eyebrow, though even he could tell his face must have looked desperate.

He snorted. "Do you believe such words will persuade me?" Kaun raised a hand, though, to stop any protests. "I will tell you," he continued, tone serious. "But you must swear to not act on this, Chihiro-sama. Your Father is making plans that you must not interfere with, understand?" His eyes hardened. "You must swear."

"I swear," Chihiro said instantly. "Father wishes him to return, does he not? To save him from...an unworthy heir." He glanced away only briefly. "I would not jeopardize that. Just tell me, so that I may greet him by his name when he arrives."

Kaun waited a moment more, feeling the tension that was nearly vibrating the air around Chihiro--there was more going on than he knew. But he finally nodded. "His given name is Tatsumi, though now he goes by the surname Takeshina. Takeshina Tatsumi."

Did…did he say it? Chihiro had been holding his breath, his attention so drawn tight that at first he wasn't sure if Kaun had really spoken the name. He was stunned, and his eyes were wide and blank as he leaned back, just barely, on the bench. "I...see."

For once, Kaun wasn't able to completely interpret the boy's expression, though.... He almost looked like he recognized the name. "Chihiro-sama?"

And then...he was calm. He wasn't sure how it had happened, but he no longer seemed to feel anything at all. He turned to Kaun, and smiled, very softly. "Thank you, Kaun-san. For telling me." He pushed to his feet. "I'll be going back to my room now."

Kaun caught his arm before the boy could barely get upright, and he pulled him back down gently but firmly. "Chihiro-sama." That is not like him. "Something concerns you," he stated, waiting for the boy to elaborate--he always did.

"Yes. Yes, it does." Chihiro turned to face him, slowly beginning to relax. "I...have a brother. Is that not enough to be concerned with?"

That's not it. Kaun didn't let him go, though now he wasn't sure what to say. "It is much," he agreed, giving Chihiro a measuring look. Finally, he let the boy go and picked up his book once more. "I will be here all day," he offered casually, looking away, "should you need me."

"All I need from you," Chihiro replied evenly, "is not to tell anyone that you told me." Chihiro stood this time, brushing himself off. "I'm sure Father would lecture me silly over it. Though again, thank you."

Kaun nodded absently, though he took the request with all seriousness. "You know you have my silence. In all matters," was all he said.

Chihiro chuckled despite himself. I would like to tell him that I.... He licked his lips, wondering if there was a way without compromising himself. He glanced briefly around, just to make sure no one was looking, before dipping his head. He gave Kaun a quick peck on the cheek. "Thanks for everything."

He snorted, though his lip might have twitched. "I will see you after dinner," he replied. "It has been some time since you and I have practiced together."

"I'm looking forward to it. Just go easy on me, all right?" I'm still sore. Only a brief flicker of discontent pass his face, and then he'd turned, moving away once more. "Enjoy your reading!"

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