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 Seven:


Tatsumi was almost too relieved when he heard from Chihiro four days later, and he readily met the boy at the coffee shop before they returned to his apartment. He was lucky to have made it home for Chihiro's call--he'd been at the Meikyokan all morning, talking with the gathered fighters. And now....

He urged Chihiro into the apartment, though the boy had been rather quiet since they'd met. Once the door was safely shut, he gingerly touched the side of his face. "Are you all right, Chihiro-kun? You're quiet...."

Chihiro started, drawn suddenly from his own thoughts. "Just a little stressed," he said lightly. He took Tatsumi's hand, leading him back through the apartment. "That's all. But I'm glad to be here." I am. Because...he's still mine.

He smiled sympathetically in understanding, steering them towards his small couch. "Then sit down. We'll see if I can't help some." Tatsumi urged the boy down, settling behind him and spreading a firm caress over Chihiro's shoulders and back.

"Ooh! I like that." Chihiro straightened, twisting so that Tatsumi would have an easy time reaching him. And it really did feel good--those hands, strong as always, moving over him. And it occurred to him then that he'd been denied this all his life--the simple, unconditional love of a brother, the steady presence. He had been denied so many things, but now....

Tatsumi smiled in relief as Chihiro gradually relaxed beneath is touch. Good. I don't want him to be upset. After a few moments he leaned in, kissing the side of his young lover's throat. "Lean against me," he whispered, hands sliding around to Chihiro's chest, continuing his massage.

Chihiro obeyed, scooting back so he could press into Tatsumi's chest. He felt just as wonderful as always, and his hands seemed to find every delicate part of him. We're the same. We were raised apart, but…we missed each other, somehow. We were brought together.

Chihiro reached back, twisting his arms behind the elder's neck. I have him now. No one can take him--no one can make us do anything. We can be free, now, both of us. It's what I've always wanted.

Tatsumi turned his face against the boy's throat. "Chihiro...." But he didn't know what he was going to say, and could only chuckle softly, his hands trailing lower over his lover's stomach. "I missed you," he suddenly murmured, and the words made his chest ache.

"Me, too." All my life. And now, never again. "Touch me," he whispered, tilting his chin up. "I want to stay all night tonight, so let's make it count, okay?" He arched his back, trying to push against Tatsumi's hips. "Let's feel good all night."

Though he was surprised and pleased by Chihiro's words, he still couldn't help a hint of worry. "You won't get in trouble, will you?" he asked quietly, hands moving down over thin, firm thighs. "I mean, I want you to, but...."

"I won't," Chihiro assured. It probably wasn't true, but what could his father do to him? Lock him up? As if that worked in a house made of paper screens. He craned his neck as best he could to fumble a few kisses at Tatsumi's jaw. "Don't worry about me, Tatsumi."

He chuckled, pausing in his massage to instead hold the boy tightly against him. "You're asking too much, then," he teased, leaning back enough for a real kiss. "But if you'll be all right, then I'll trust you." Tatsumi spread one hand over the inside of Chihiro's thigh, turning his head to suck at the boy's throat.

"Mmm…." Chihiro squirmed, trying to get into the best position to welcome Tatsumi's lips and hands. "Hey," he said suddenly, even knowing it was probably risky. "Can I ask ya something?"

"As long as it's not to stop," he replied playfully, hand sliding higher to cup Chihiro through his pants. Tatsumi bit lightly as the boy's soft skin and pulled him closer against his chest.

Chihiro gasped softly, lowering a hand to scrape against the back of Tatsumi's palm. He licked his lips. "Do you ever get the feeling that this is...right?" he asked, scratching lightly at Tatsumi's scalp as tiny, pleased sighs fell from him. "Just right."

Tatsumi's breath paused a moment, mind spinning to hear that previously un-nameable ache suddenly given such an accurate description. His lips paused so he could press his face into Chihiro's neck instead, though his hand kept up its movements. "Yes," he whispered, fingers strengthening to call up more of that young voice. That's what this really is. It's...right. We belong together, somehow. He murmured softly. "Yes, Chihiro. It is...."

Chihiro moaned softly, arching his back. Yes. Yes, that's what I wanted to hear. He slipped out of Tatsumi's arms suddenly, turning to face his lover. "Good," he purred, hooking his arms around Tatsumi's neck. "Because that's what I was thinking."

He chuckled, catching Chihiro by the waist of his pants and gradually leaning back. He pulled the boy on top of him, for the moment content with this easy intimacy. "It's...a little weird," he murmured, watching the other intently, eyes half closed. This feeling....

"Weird...?" No. No, it's not. Chihiro leaned into him, spreading tiny kisses over his cheeks, lips, and forehead. "I guess it is pretty sudden, if that's what you mean." He shifted deliberately against Tatsumi's hips. "Mm, but it feels good."

Tatsumi closed his eyes fully to better enjoy Chihiro's attentions. "That's not what I meant," he replied quietly. His hands moved in slow caresses over his lover's hips, sides, and back. He tilted his chin, lips whispering against whatever of Chihiro was within reach at the moment. "I can't remember when I last felt...I belonged anywhere...."

Chihiro paused, those words striking closer to him than he thought they should. He pulled back a little so he could see Tatsumi's face. He looks…so sincere. Smiling faintly, he offered him a slow kiss to the lips. "I know just what you mean."

Chuckling softly, Tatsumi touched the boy's cheek, keeping him close and prolonging the kiss. "I knew you would," he answered. One hand slid down over Chihiro's rear, and he pulled his lover tightly against him as he turned his lips to his ear. "I want to make love to you," he hissed lowly, grinning against soft flesh.

Chihiro whimpered quietly, all but melting against Tatsumi's warm body. "I want you to," he returned, though his voice sounded a little weaker than that of his companion. "All night." He curled his hands over Tatsumi's shoulders, using the bit of leverage to rock against him.

Tatsumi kissed him again. "I'm not sure I'm that strong," he teased. "But I'll try." Reaching between them, he started undoing the ties of Chihiro's pants. I'll be satisfied, if I can just please him. He gradually began to slide the fabric off. "Sit up a minute."

"Okay." Chihiro leaned back, taking it as a cue to start disrobing. He slipped out of his coat and shirt, letting them flutter away. "Do I get to undress you this time?" he asked shyly.

He smiled. "Not yet." Tatsumi shifted down the couch, laying back so his legs hung over the armrest. Fingers tugging at the other's hips, he urged him closer with a grin. "I want to repay you for last time. Crawl on up here."

Chihiro's eyes widened, and with a tiny giggle he edged forward as asked. He braced his hands against the armrest to keep his balance. "Don't bite me," he reminded teasingly, though his voice was already thin with excitement.

Tatsumi snapped his jaw loudly, grinning. He rubbed at the boy's hips in encouragement before gradually pulling him down. At least I can do this all night. I'll make sure he's satisfied. Tatsumi took the boy in slowly, just a bit, sucking on him lightly just to give him an idea of what was to come.

Chihiro's breath caught at the first touch, and he was afraid he was going to lose himself right then. "Ta...." His head fell forward, eyes slipping shut as he concentrated on remaining still. No one had ever done this for him before, and the moist warmth surrounding him was, as far as he was concerned, heavenly.

Tatsumi sighed quietly. Yes, just like that. His fingers tightened as he relaxed his throat, and he slowly began to urge the boy to move. You won't hurt me--come on. He continued to rock the boy against him. Come on.

Chihiro gasped again, hoarsely, startled when he felt his body beginning to follow on its own. "Oh...oh God..." He whimpered brokenly as his fingers tightened against the sofa. Is this what it feels like…? Making love to someone….

Tatsumi let his hands trail down the backs of Chihiro's thighs as the boy began to move on his own, breathing slow so he could stay relaxed and just let Chihiro find his own pleasure. He only added a little suction, the light press of his tongue. He sounds so wonderful. Tatsumi offered his own moan of encouragement.

Chihiro continued to move, but slowly; he was enjoying the calm, gentle pace, allowing him to feel every movement of Tatsumi's mouth, to keep that warmth around him as long as possible. His voice loosened in long, low moans. But it was too much for him to take for long, and he could feel his climax building swiftly. He began to pull back. "Tatsumi--"

His hands immediately rose to keep Chihiro close. Don't stop--keep going. Tatsumi increased his attentions suddenly, sucking hard in time with the boy's thrusts. Come on, Chihiro.

"Ahh--!" Chihiro had been expecting to be released, as he'd let Tatsumi go the other night, so when Tatsumi pulled him back to his mouth he couldn't hold on--he climaxed, crying out weakly as his hips jerked.

Prepared for such a thing, Tatsumi had little problem accepting Chihiro's final thrusts. He swallowed, concentrating, and when the boy at last finished he licked him clean before pushing him gently back. "Chihiro...."

"Tatsumi..." Chihiro sat down heavily on his lover's stomach, breathless and flushed. He managed a smile as he reached down to wipe at Tatsumi's mouth. "Sorry. You wouldn't let me get away."

Tatsumi only smiled, rubbing lightly at Chihiro's thighs. "Of course not," he replied teasingly, licking his lips. "I wanted a little taste, after all."

Chihiro straightened with a blush. "Weirdo." He leaned down for a kiss, but paused at the last moment, diverting his lips to Tatsumi's cheek. "You should brush your teeth."

He chuckled. "All right then." Tatsumi sat up, gently spilling the boy onto the couch as he stood. "I'll be back in a moment," he promised as he headed for the bathroom.

"I'll be he~re." Chihiro stretched out on the sofa, and when Tatsumi was safely in the bathroom he began to move. Hmm…I wonder.... He tried rearranging his limbs and position, trying to find the most provocative pose.

Tatsumi took his time, brushing his teeth until his gums were nearly aching, just to calm his own erection; he needed to keep his strength up, after all. Finally, he stripped out of his clothes, leaving only his boxers on as he turned back to the living room. He chuckled when he saw Chihiro squirming around on the sofa. "What are you up to?"

"Ah!" Chihiro flopped onto his stomach, finally deciding on curling his fists up by his face--the cute routine. He smiled. "Hey," he greeted casually.

Snorting, Tatsumi approached and sat beside the boy. He slowly trailed a finger down Chihiro's spine, his smile almost wistful. Seeing him like that.... "You're beautiful, you know," he murmured.

Chihiro's shoulders crept up as his face reddened. "Yeah...?" And then he paused, lower lip swollen in a pout. "I wanted to undress you this time."

"I've still got my boxers on," he pointed out, stroking the backs of his knuckles over Chihiro's ass. "You're welcomed to take those off, if you really want to." He really is beautiful....

"Well, maybe I will. If I feel like it." Chihiro shivered, but he tried not to squirm. "That tickles," he said coyly, stretching. I've got to get my breath back, before we get into it again.

Tatsumi only smiled. After a moment, he kissed the back of Chihiro's neck. "Let's move," he suggested quietly. "So we can stretch out easier."

"Okay." Chihiro pushed himself up, and before Tatsumi could get away he flopped into his lap. "Carry me?"

Yeah, right. Tatsumi decided to oblige, however, and with a chuckle snatched the boy around the waist, standing and draping him over his own shoulder. "There." He smacked Chihiro's bare flesh as he headed for the bedroom.

"Hey!" Chihiro wasn't sure if he should laugh or protest, so he settled with wiggling a lot as they made their way to the bedroom. "You're gonna let me get my strength back, right?" he asked teasingly. "I don't know if I can let you have me just yet…."

Tatsumi laughed softly before dumping the boy on his bed. "As long as you need," he replied. He sat down, a little further down the mattress, and he grabbed at Chihiro's foot with strong fingers. "I'll just have to pamper you until you're ready," he added as he started massaging the sole of his foot.

Chihiro flinched, but relaxed soon enough, flopping back against the mattress. "Mm…that's nice. I like that." He let his head fall back. "Have I told you how strong you are?"

"A few times," he admitted, working over his lover's skin. "Though I don't mind hearing it again and again." Tatsumi abruptly leaned down to kiss the top of Chihiro's foot.

Chihiro chuckled, rubbing idly at his stomach. I need to get my breath back. Quickly. "So...how should we do it this time?" he asked, closing his eyes.

Tatsumi shrugged. "I have nothing particular in mind, save the chance to take you again." His hands moved higher, up over Chihiro's ankle and calve. "What about you, mister spy? Anything you particularly want?"

Chihiro made his face. "I'm not a spy," he protested. "He knew I was watching." When he realized how that must have sounded, though, he bushed and twisted suddenly onto his stomach. "I dunno. Something fun."

"So unhelpful," he teased, watching the boy with interest. Well, fine then. Guess it's up to me. Dropping Chihiro's foot, he abruptly crawled up over the boy and brought his lips down between his shoulderblades.

Chihiro smiled against the sheets. Nice. He tugged the pillow to his chest. "You going to oil me up first?" He shook his hips. "I wanna be ready."

Tatsumi licked at warm flesh. "Are you really ready for that?" he asked, giving his ass a gentle squeeze. "I thought you wanted to get your breath back."

"Well...yeah...." Chihiro twisted so he could see Tatsumi's face. "Can I take your boxers off now?" he asked eagerly. He licked his lips.

He nodded. "If you want." But when he had a clear shot, he leaned in for a stolen kiss. "Mmm…you taste good." Tatsumi pushed up onto his knees.

Chihiro turned, sitting up on his knees so he could face Tatsumi squarely. He reached out slowly; it was a strange atmosphere, and he caught himself holding his breath as he reached for the lip of Tatsumi's boxers, dragging them down.

Tatsumi moved to better assist him, and once bare he pressed a hand to Chihiro's chest. "On your back," he instructed softly, eyes narrowing excitedly. "I want to see you this time."

"Okay...." Chihiro stretched onto his back, already growing anxious with Tatsumi hovering over him. "Are you..." He grinned mischievously. "You gonna bend my ankles behind your head?"

He snorted. "If you think you're flexible enough," he replied, reaching for his bedside table to remove a bottle of lubricant. His fingers brushed against the package of a condom...and he left it. Tonight, I want to feel him. Really feel him. Tatsumi sat on his ankles as he opened the bottle to cover his fingers.

Chihiro noticed, and though he was pleased he turned his gaze to Tatsumi's face. "Are you clean?" he asked, only half teasing. Just because he knew for a fact Kaun never went without.

"Not when I think about you," he replied, leaning forward for a kiss as he slid a single finger into the boy. Mmm, just as tight as before. God, I want him. I....

Chihiro squirmed, stretching his arms over his head as a soft sigh escaped him. But then he was bending his knee so he could press his foot lightly against Tatsumi's shoulder. He pursed his lips. "No, really."

Adding another finger when he met little resistance, Tatsumi met the other's eyes seriously. "I am," he replied, though a moment later his hand paused. "Would you rather...I wear it?" he asked in return. "I wouldn't mind."

"No, it's okay." Chihiro grinned breathlessly. "Just making sure. I was raised right, you know." He let his foot fall, using it instead to paw at Tatsumi's hip. "Keep going."

Reassured, Tatsumi continued to stretch the boy properly, and after a few moments he again pulled back to cover his waiting desire. "Talk to me, all right?" he said, slipping between the boy's thighs. "If it is too much--it can be an odd position."

Chihiro nodded seriously, already pulling his knees up--he was excited about being able to see Tatsumi's face. "I will. Start easy, okay? Though I am pretty flexible…."

Tatsumi nodded. “Of course I will.” He slowly eased Chihiro’s legs higher so his calves rested on his shoulders. He rubbed the boy’s thighs in encouragement as he shifted closer. He really is beautiful. Finally, Tatsumi brought them together, a low murmur slipping past his lips at the friction he could finally feel.

Chihiro took in a long, hissing breath; it was easier than before, and he shivered as his toes curled, up in the air. It was a strange position but the look on Tatsumi's face, twisted in pleasure, was enough to make him not care. "Tatsumi...." He gripped the pillow beneath his head. "It's...it's good," he murmured thoughtlessly. "Really good."

"Yeah...." Tatsumi's head fell forward as he began to rock. His breath was harsh and thick--it had been a while since he had done it this way, without barriers. It was refreshing and more intimate than he remembered it being. He pressed a hand beneath Chihiro's hip in support. "Good...."

He's…he's wonderful. Chihiro groaned softly, trying to shift a little to bring Tatsumi closer to where his body ached most. "Just...a little..." He drew his knees a little closer towards his chest, and when Tatsumi moved again it struck something hot inside him. His head fell back with a cry. "Yes--Tatsumi--"

Chihiro's voice made his body shudder, and Tatsumi continued with renewed strength. Chihiro was so tight and hot, the feeling of shifting muscle around him making his head spin as he gasped for breath. Chihiro...Chihiro.... He tried to follow the boy's prodding as best he could, though he was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate.

"Tatsu...." Chihiro's voice continued to slip from him, in pleas and whimpers, as his pulse quickened and his breath grew hoarse. I have to hold on. I don't want to disappoint him again. But his attention was caught by a different friction between them; he reached down between them, pressing against his own aching erection so that it rubbed against Tatsumi's stomach with every movement. "Oh God…."

"Shi--" A shudder when through him as Chihiro unintentionally tightened around him. Tatsumi's own head was thrown back as he abruptly climaxed, thrusting hard and quick as he groaned in pleasure.

"Tatsumi--" Chihiro's eyes widened at the sensation of warmth pouring into him, his hand tightening involuntarily around himself--it quickly brought him to his own climax. Panting and whimpering, he tried to pull Tatsumi closer against him with his feet. But his limbs were already weak, and with a sudden, sharp exhalation he flopped back against the mattress.

Sweat chilling across his back finally woke Tatsumi, and he pulled back slowly, freeing himself from his lover. He sat back on his ankles a moment, just feeling the waves of remaining pleasure and light-headedness slowly drain from him. When his senses began to return, he reached for the small towel he'd left out on his nightstand to try and clean them up somewhat. He smiled at the look on Chihiro's face, and as he wiped at his stomach Tatsumi leaned in for a soft kiss. "Chihiro...."

"Mm…." Chihiro's eyes fluttered open as he tried to return Tatsumi's kiss; it came out fumbled. "That was...better than before," he whispered, pawing lightly at Tatsumi's hair.

Tatsumi nodded. "It was." He kissed the boy again before finishing his sketchy clean-up. Though...we're still rather sticky. A small frown pulled his lips when he saw the state of his blanket, but with a sigh he resigned himself to having to get it cleaned again. He tucked the towel beneath Chihiro's hips until they were ready to move--or sleep--and pulled himself up to drop at the boy's side. Feeling all too sentimental, he curled close against his lover's arm, sighing happily as he nuzzled Chihiro's neck and jaw.

Chihiro giggled. "That tickles." By now he was exhausted all over again, though this time he wasn't sure he'd be able to move about any time soon. "Tired...." He twisted so he could kiss Tatsumi's forehead.

"If you think you're going to sleep," he replied, "you might want to get better cleaned. You'll be all sticky in the morning, otherwise." Tatsumi played his lips over the boy's ear, groaning very softly as his still sensitive flesh pressed against Chihiro's thigh.

Chihiro smiled. "I can't move," he reported, brushed the backs of his fingers idly against Tatsumi's stomach. And I don't want to. It'll make everything go faster, and…once I leave, in the morning.... He curled a little closer.

Tatsumi chuckled faintly. "Want me to carry you?" he offered teasingly. "Or maybe just give you a bath right here." His own fingers trailed along the gentle dips and curves of Chihiro's chest and stomach, now and again circling a nipple or his navel.

Chihiro's nose scrunched as he considered those options. "How about you carry me?" he decided at last, rolling onto Tatsumi's stomach. "You gotta take care of me. I'm small."

Tatsumi snorted, but wrapped his arms around the boy all the same. He rolled them both to the edge of the bed, stealing a kiss before hauling them to their feet. "Better hold on tight then, Chihiro-kun."

Chihiro laughed as he twisted his arms around Tatsumi's neck, feet lightly kicking. "Thanks, Tacchan," he giggled. "You're my hero."

"'Tacchan?'" Keeping one arm securely around Chihiro's waist as he walked, his other hand grasped firmly at the boy's ass. "I might just dump you in the bathtub."

Chihiro squeaked, and blushed in embarrassment at the unflattering sound. As soon as they were in the bathroom he wriggled out of Tatsumi's grip. I do feel…pretty sticky. Unlike before. A bath was suddenly sounding very nice. "Maybe I want to be in the bathtub," he retorted smartly.

Tatsumi smiled at his small victory. "Or...we could take a shower," he suggested, and he immediately warmed to the idea. Slipping around his lover, Tatsumi started up the running water, and sent a suggestive look over his shoulder.

Chihiro straightened, the movement reminding him that a familiar ache was beginning to swell in his hips. I guess I'm not all that used to it yet. "Don't get any ideas," he warned. "I'm tired."

He shrugged, facing the shower again as he tested the water. "I can't promise I won't get ideas, but I'll do my best not to act," he replied. Wonder what happened to "all night," though. Not that I could have really gone that long, but.... Tatsumi finally had everything to his liking, and with a last smile he slid the glass door wide enough to let him in. He couldn't help a faint shiver as the steaming water hit his tired body.

Chihiro watched him, and was immediately jealous. He quickly followed, slipping into the shower after him. "Play nice," he reminded as he shut the shower door behind him. That feels nice.

Tatsumi raised his hands, though...he was maybe a bit disappointed. It wasn't fair, having the beautiful boy, naked and wet, standing before him. Once Chihiro was in, he licked his lips and trained his eyes on the boy's. Maybe I can.... He tilted his head. "How about...a kiss?" Tatsumi took a small step closer. "Just one?"

Chihiro grinned shyly. "Okay," he replied, sliding up against Tatsumi's body. It felt wonderful, with the hot water sliding over them.... "Maybe just one."

Tatsumi shuddered, but he obediently kept his hands raised. "Right...one...." Then it'll have to be one hell of a kiss. Tilting his head, Tatsumi let his breath brush over Chihiro before finally bringing their lips together. You said we belonged together, right? He gently coaxed his lover's mouth open, and a low murmur slipped from him at the hot, slow, wet contact. We...like this....

Chihiro shuddered despite himself, curling up against Tatsumi's chest. It feels…so amazing.... The water flowing over them made it a little difficult to breathe, but he was holding his breath anyway. Maybe it's okay, if we…touch each other a little, too. His fingers curled over Tatsumi's shoulders.

Tatsumi internally cheered, though his attention quickly focused back on their moving lips, the feel of Chihiro's hands again him. His own hands he pressed to the sides of the shower, just to keep them out of the way. He sought a deeper kiss, drawing Chihiro's tongue into his own mouth, sucking lightly before letting him go again. "Play nice," he murmured breathlessly, teasing.

Chihiro stuck his tongue out at him, and blushed when it caught Tatsumi's chin. "This is nice," he retorted, leaning back in to kiss Tatsumi's neck. "You feel nice."

"Mmm....You feel better." Tatsumi bent down to bite lightly at Chihiro's shoulder. His body was recovering quickly in the heat of the shower, and he gradually edged closer so his hips could brush against the boy's stomach; a low murmur built in his throat.

Chihiro gasped softly. How can he be ready already? I'm still so tired. But he leaned closer, rubbing gently against him. Maybe I'll be able to catch up. His breath left him in a quiet sigh.

He had been hoping to find his lover in a similar aroused state, and his lips paused a moment when he didn't. Maybe...it really is too much? I only really went one round, so.... Tatsumi pulled back enough for another kiss, maybe a little more reserved than the last. "Feeling clean enough?" he asked between them, eyes closed. "You ready to get out?"

"Just a second," Chihiro whispered, pressing a few lazy kisses to Tatsumi's cheek and jaw. "There's something I wanna do first." He reached his hand down between them, running his fingers along Tatsumi's length.

Tatsumi shivered, eyes opening as his breath caught faintly. Chihiro.... "I thought...you were tired...." His hips pressed forward into the boy's touch hopefully.

"I am," Chihiro replied, curling his hand around him. "But I can still make you feel good, can't I?" He began to stroke him in long, firm motions, teasing his tip.

He sighed around a faint smile, and he nodded. Good. Then I'll be able to rest with him. Tatsumi kissed him back, gradually lowering his hands to run them over Chihiro's smooth back.

"Well, good." Chihiro lowered his second hand as well, picking up speed. "Mm, you feel good," he murmured, feeling a bit mischievous. Even if he wasn't up to another round himself, he could be playful. "I like touching you."

Tatsumi released a low groan, leaning closer to press his forehead against Chihiro's shoulder. He feels really good, even if he's not the most experienced. I think.... His hips started to rock in earnest, breath thick and fingers tightening. "Chi…Chihiro...."

He'd already been so wound up that it didn't take much more to finish him, and he came suddenly. "Ah, God...." He tugged Chihiro up against him.

Chihiro blinked, a little surprised, but he smiled as he leaned into the other. "I guess you liked it, too," he teased as he kissed Tatsumi's ear.

"Mmm...." God, I think I love you. Tatsumi blushed hotly at the thought, but it left something warm and tight in his chest as he gradually called his senses back. He drew Chihiro close, just wanting to feel him. "You're...not too bad to have around."

"Good! 'Cause I'm here all night, remember?" Chihiro kissed him again, then twisted so he could splash the shower water over his stomach. "Now let's get clean so we can go pass out."

Tatsumi started to keep him from pulling away, but he relaxed, setting a hand to the wall again for balance. He really is something. How could he do this to me? He grabbed a washcloth with his free hand to quickly rub himself down, murmuring quietly at the feel of the fabric against his sensitive organ. "Yeah...get some rest...."

Chihiro turned back, borrowing the washcloth for himself. "Yeah, rest. It's good for you." He grinned lazily as he shut off the water and slipped outside, seeking a fresh towel for each of them. It'll be nice, being able to finally sleep with him. Really sleep.

Following, Tatsumi quietly dried himself off, rubbing vigorously at his hair. "You really can stay all night?" he asked. Satisfied with himself, he slid forward to help the other.

"I said I could, didn't I?" Chihiro replied easily, turning so Tatsumi could dry his hair for him. "They won't even notice, and even if they do I'm sure...someone will cover for me." Kaun would, wouldn't he? He must know how important it is for me…even if he doesn't really knows what's going on…or does he?

Chihiro smiled over his shoulder. "If it's okay with you."

Tatsumi snorted. "Of course it is." He leaned in to kiss the boy's shoulder. "So long as you don't snore or anything like that," he added, and pulled back to swat Chihiro's ass with his towel.

"Hey!" Chihiro jumped, and shot him a childish look before starting out of the bathroom. "I don't snore!" he called back as he returned to the bed, promptly removing the sheets.

Tatsumi took another moment, getting himself a drink of water before returning to his room. He smiled to see the other struggling to make his bed. Probably doesn't do it much for himself, if he's got a lot of servants. He helped quietly, though took each opportunity he could to just even brush against the boy. When the bed was finally ready, Tatsumi crawled into it with a heavy sigh. "Well, I guess I really am for some rest."

"Me too." Chihiro climbed into bed as well, immediately curling up next to Tatsumi. It made him blush, the feeling of warm, clean skin wrapped in fresh sheets. "Do you always sleep naked?" he asked curiously.

He smiled faintly, slipping his arm around Chihiro's waist and drawing him closer. "Only if it's really warm outside, usually," he admitted. "Or if in good company."

"Like me?" Chihiro twisted until he was settled comfortable under Tatsumi's chin, enjoying the warmer body against him. It was somehow even more intimate than when they had been making love not long ago, with the room so quiet. He sighed happily. "Maybe I'll run away," he said childishly. "And live with you."

Tatsumi closed his eyes, and he pulled Chihiro tight against him. I wouldn't mind. I wouldn't mind that at all. He buried his face in the boy's thick hair, still damp from the shower. "You might not like it," he replied quietly. "I move around a lot."

"And I never move at all," Chihiro replied. "I could use a change."

Who are you kidding? Chihiro cringed a little as his common sense began to take over. They'd never let you get away. Not unless they had Tatsumi…no, they can't have him. His shoulders crept up a little. He's mine. Mine in every way--I won't let them use him.

He could feel the sudden tension between them, and he reached up to gently run his fingers over the boy's skin. We both know this isn't going to last, don't we. In a few days...who knows where I'll be. If I'll even....

Tatsumi rolled slightly onto his side so he could get both arms around his lover, pulling the blankets up higher. "Chihiro...."

No, I don't want to worry about that. This is our night. "I'm glad I found you, Tatsumi," he said lightly, nuzzling his neck. "You're...wonderful."

Chihiro.... He smiled faintly, resting his cheek against smooth hair. "You're better." Tatsumi finally forced himself to relax again--there was nothing they could do now, save enjoy the rest. "Good night, Chihiro."

"Good night." I love you, Tatsumi. I…won't let anything happen. He gave him a soft kiss before falling still. Somehow, it has to work.

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