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Yamanbagiri Chougi had long envied the newly and not-so-newly formed Kiwame toudanshi. It isn’t as if he didn’t have power to spare, physically and spiritually, unlike a certain fake.
Wait. Who was he talking about?
Anyway, positively enamored, when given the opportunity to increase his already magnificent power, he took it. His fantasies of grandiose improvement would be realized. Naturally, he’ll continue to go over and beyond when stealing the thunder, striking so bright a certain fake would never be seen again.
To be clear, his impatience had nothing to do with the fact that Yamanbagiri Kunihiro has been completely insufferable after his training, having come back shed of his raggedy coat that has suited him so long. He was patronizing, condescending, answering Chougi’s taunts with a dismissive air, although he pretended to continue to enjoy Chougi’s company, but then would say that only the captain’s opinion mattered! How could a fake think his original so unimportant?
It was then Chougi snuck into the Lord Cousin’s room and read the fake’s letters.
He was the fake? The fake was mistaken. That was the only reason possible. Not everyone came back perfect, some were a little corrupted and worked hard to realize their shortcomings. The fake had to be the same. There was no way he was telling the truth in those letters. If he was, the new saniwa, even with his many faults, would have told him! They just had to be lying. Had to be…
Chougi would prove him wrong after his training. The fake would steal his thunder for a little while longer. Wait until he returned!
At least, that was what he envisioned.
The reality was a disaster.
While the fake had talked to townspeople, Chougi followed a previous owner, an owner who heard tale of a marvelous sword much alike to his own, a sword that cut down a yamanba.
The owner’s honor tinged with the rumor, and sought out the fake, and he, with Chougi nearby, came close to the sword, felt it, a fake, a mere shadow, glowing with spiritual energy.
The owner returned to what he was born to do throughout history, including naming his sword Yamanbagiri Chougi. Or, rather, he renamed it, unable to take the blow to pride. Rumors spread how he stole the name, but they were stifled by his higher position, and the human belief that copies are never as good as the originals.
All in all, nothing really changed for Chougi. All he had to do was write lies in his letters, come back just as arrogant as ever with his lies at his side.
He planned to do just that. He did just that, asking to be returned momentarily. The Lord Saniwa was there. Literally there in that small hut, thousands of years too early to his existence.
“Do you really want to leave?” the Lord Saniwa had asked.
“Of course. My training is done.” Chougi felt his stomach churn, but thought at the time, the pain of his treachery would lessen. “Did you ask others this?”
Surprisingly, the Lord Sanwia had nodded. “Some weren’t ready to return. They were too corrupted.”
“Well, I’m not corrupted at all.”
“No, you’re not. That’s not the problem.”
“So what is?”
“You’ve not gotten stronger.”
The awful feeling in his stomach intensified.
“From what I can see, you’ve actually gotten weaker. No.” The Lord Saniwa walked around Chougi, looking him up and down, and the toudanshi wondered if the saniwa could see his sweat. “It’s like a corruption, but instead of making you something like an enemy, you’ll simply disappear. Do you know why that might be?”
“I can’t think of anything,” Chougi had lied, right to his face.
Lord Saniwa seemed to know, as he shrugged, and replied, “I can only send one toudanshi out for Kiwame at a time, and only when the government says I can. It might be years until you can get another chance at this, if even ever given another chance.”
Chougi swallowed.
“Would you like to return?”
A repentant silence passed between them before Chougi finally said, “No. I don’t.”
His captain had nodded, setting up the spell to return himself, just as the era began to gnaw at his flesh. As the light shone from his skin, he had said, “I’m already proud of you.” Then he was gone.
“Why?” Chougi asked the empty room.
It took him two weeks to come to terms with his new reality, nestled right up against the old one, constantly grinding and scraping and cracking against each other until, finally, he cried like a child. No wonder swords went through this ordeal alone. He would die if anyone saw him.
He begged the saniwa not to reveal his letters. The new ones that told the truth, or the old ones that, Chougi assumed, his master always knew were full of lies.
He had written how much he hated his new reality in the first new letter.
How should he act, how should he be, how should he view himself going forward in the second.
Promising to rely on others for help, even that of a certain… Yamanbagiri that wasn’t himself, in the third, which itself took two days to write and three days to hold his nose and send.
Two days after coming to terms with the new world, he felt the difference. His power, a power that dwarfed whatever he had possessed before, dwarfed even his imagination. Within him was also an ache, which Chougi was sure many others had shared before. Actually, he had it easy. He was still an amazing sword with owners who long cherished him.
Yet, to acknowledge this meant acknowledging that a certain other sword had always been amazing.
And now Chougi understood why this new proud sword felt only the need of his master’s approval. It really was all that mattered now.
Still, when Chougi returned, instead of sharing their newfound look on life, or apologizing, or even talking to him, Chougi had returned to his room to hide- no, sulk- no! He was just glad to be home and wanted to spend some time… alone?
He managed to avoid ‘him’ for an entire week!
Because a week later, Yamanbagiri Chougi and Yamanbagiri Kunihiro were assigned to the same team.
To help in the stables.
Usually Chougi would think such work beneath him, but he couldn’t even concentrate to feel anything but embarrassment.
They worked in relative silence for some time, Chougi looking at Yamanbagiri and trying to find meaning on why he was wearing his raggedy coat again. Maybe filthy work suited the damn thing, that’s why he wore it only in times like these. But he wore it around the citadel as well, but never to hide his face. Never did he hide his face anymore.
“Yamanbagiri-”
Chougi had answered reflexively, “Don’t call me that!”
Chougi looked into the greener blues of his replica, or was he the original?
He hated this!
Yamanbagiri raised his blond eyebrows. “I heard from others that you were telling people to stop calling you Yamanbagiri. After so long of saying you were the real one…”
“Are you taunting me? Does it make you feel so much better?”
He had shaken his head slowly, and Chougi was hit with the realization that, damn it, it wasn’t condescension, but an inward understanding, and patience. Gross things that only a powerful leader would have…
“I merely was going to tell you I was going to empty the wagon.”
“Oh. Right. You don’t need to tell me that. Just go.”
“You seemed lost in thought. I didn’t want to leave and make you believe I had shirked my duties.”
“Okay, okay, I get it! Just go!”
Chougi said those words and yet still his rival stood, looking out into space. Why was he thinking so damn much?!
“You know that many in the citadel are having sex, right?”
“W-What? Where did that come from?” Chougi’s eyes narrowed. “Why are you asking?”
Yamanbagiri tugged on his coat.
Was he… nervous?
“Some have asked me to their beds. But I have… No experience. I was wondering if… You could teach me.”
The ludicrous request coming from absolutely nowhere made Chougi simply go still, freeze on the spot.
“Just… The basics will be fine.”
“Why…”
“I understand if you don’t want to. You view me as a replica still, although that has not changed, I supposed.”
Chougi puffed up his chest. “What happened to all that grandstanding about ‘more important things’?”
Placing hands on his hips, the reticence left his posture at once.
“There are more important things. It is simply a fact that I am your replica.” With a sigh, he picked up the arms of the wheelbarrow, saying, “Nevermind. It was silly of me to ask you, even if I had believed you have changed.”
Chougi had wanted to say something, anything, but the way he had said that, the way he had such a look of disappointment, made Chougi realize just how foolish he had been. So he let him… Let Yamanbagiri get away, shoving the wheelbarrow full of excess to compost. The short while he was away, Chougi managed to look within himself to accept this call for help. That was what all that time away was for, right?
If it wasn’t, then what would it be for, then?
Yamanbagiri returned, and they worked in silence. Chougi hoped that he would bring it up again, but he didn’t, forcing Chougi’s hand.
Damn it.
“Why are you asking me?”
As if the conversation never ended, his replica answered, “Because you would know.”
“Why… do you think I know?” Like hell Chougi was going to say that he didn’t.
A small blush spread over the tip of Yamanbagiri’s nose and cheeks. “Because. If anyone asked for me, then surely someone has asked for you.”
Chougi had never felt so guilty in his entire godsdamned life.
“No, I, no, I never-”
“My apologies. I did assume that you had said yes. I don’t think you’re that kind of person.”
“Just let me finish! No one’s ever asked me!” Chougi stabbed his shovel into the last of the grime, muttering, “Except for you. So, if you’re looking for experience, you’ll have to look elsewhere.”
“I thought so.”
Chougi dropped the shovel. “What the hell? Then why did you ask?”
Yamanbagiri placed his shovel with the other tools, answering, “I only thought of it when I just left. If you had experience, you would have rejected me outright.”
“I would not have!”
Now, why did he say that?
He was once again playing with the tatters of his coat. “Really?”
No taking it back now. “Yea, really. It’s been… hard to come to terms with realizing… What you meant all this time. And, accepting it helped me grow. Taking me two and a half weeks…”
“What? You were gone four days.”
“I guess time got messed up while I was gone.”
Yamanbagiri put a finger to his lips in contemplation. “How long was I gone?”
“Four days, like everyone else.” Chougi crossed his arms. “Everyone except me.”
“I see now. I was not gone four days. I was gone two months.”
“Two?” Chougi paused. “Months? But history has changed for the better for you! You’re the real Yamanbagiri! Have pride in that, damn it!”
They stared at one another for a bit, and Chougi realized he was a lot more heated than he should have been. What was the point of all these childish antics? Had he really grown at all?
“If history changed again, and you were the original once more, would you have pride with the name Yamanbagiri?”
“What a ludicrous question.” Chougi turned away, snatching up his shovel to return as well.
“Would you?”
Not trying to answer anytime soon, Chougi shot back, “That’s not going to happen, unless there is something after Kiwame?” He blew a breath of exasperation. “So why did it take you so long?”
That faraway look came back to the greenish eyes. “I did feel proud for a long time. That I was the real one.”
“Of course,” Chougi muttered.
“I felt so good about it that I asked to come back.”
“And now you’re here?”
“No. That was only after a couple days. Captain came out to me.” He closed his eyes with disgust. “I hadn’t grown in power at all. I couldn’t understand it. It wasn’t until someone, a smith I started working with. He told me Yamanbagiri Chougi was a fake.”
Even thousands of years in the future, Chougi stiffened at the words. “I bet that made you feel happy.”
“No. I told him… You were the original. That has not changed.” He opened his eyes, eyes now so bright and honest, when before trying to make eye contact was like trying to catch a fish in water. “He told me then that there was nothing great about you, and I said that you were still an amazing sword. A name… is just a name. If it wasn’t, then you would be the fake, subpar, worthless.”
“How kind of you.”
He shook his head. “I think I’m being selfish. For if everything was in the name… Then before our training… I would have been worthless and subpar. A fake.”
They shared a moment, as Chougi realized that Yamanbagiri simply came to the same realization as he did, in the end. With that, it’s not as if they switched places. They were, finally, even in each other’s eyes, on equal grounds.
As they’ve always been.
Smiling, Chougi told him, “A replica is not the same as a fake, right?”
Yamanbagiri smiled back.
“Also.” Chougi scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. “You can… Call yourself Yamanbagiri. I didn’t do it so… I’ll just go by Chougi. Alright? I don’t think it’s that important, but I don’t want to be called a lie.”
“If that’s what you want.”
“Yes.” Chougi nodded, decided. “That’s what I want.”
They left the horse stables together. Wondering if the earlier offer was on the table, Chougi asked, “So who asked you?”
“Mikazuki long asked me, before my training, but it’s hard to take him seriously, but at the same time, he’s very intimidating. Tsurumaru, too.”
“Understandable.”
“Higekiri and Hizamaru both asked together. But I was nervous to have two people at once when I haven’t even had one.”
Chougi kicked a rock out of the path to the citadel. “Are any of them under the impression that you’re experienced?” He had to stop just as Yamanbagiri paused on the path. “Did you really assume that they all believed you weren’t a virgin?” As the similar face reddened with embarrassment, Chougi bent down to look him in the face. “Yamanbagiri?”
His eyes widened. “You called me…”
“Yamanbagiri? Did you think I was lying to you before?”
“No… It’s just… I didn’t really… think…”
He covered his face with the hood.
~~~
“You’ve looked so much more elegant after your training, and you say you only stayed a couple months? I was there for years! I suppose that’s the difference between having one master or many.”
Yamanbagiri looked himself in the mirror. He knew he didn’t look any different, not really, but even he couldn’t imagine the sword he was now. And also, Chougi, who he had long dreaded, and then long hoped would come to have a more worthy opinion of him, now was changed. Again, he looked the same, but when he no longer looked at him like he was a pile of horse dung, he might as well be a totally different person.
“Yamanbagiri, though, has always been elegant.”
“Call me Chougi.”
“What? That doesn’t sound nearly as elegant. Why the change?”
“Because that is how history changed for us. Please respect our wishes.”
Our wishes. It didn’t matter to Yamanbagiri nearly as much now, but reality was reality- or rather, truth was truth.
“Thank you again Kasen-san, for helping us. Yamanbagiri, stop procrastinating by the mirror.”
Kasen Kanesada, just like Yamanbagiri and Chougi, sat freshly showered in short yukatas which could be easily removed. When Yamanbagiri finished telling him about those who wouldn’t mind having him in his bed, Chougi singled out Kasen, as he was beautiful and cool, and that he really liked his butterfly cape.
Well, he did ask Chougi, but Kasen would not have been his first choice, or second, or third…
He realized he felt inferior to the sword, especially as Kasen was adamant on cleaning his ‘wretched cape’ whenever he was within three feet of it, and often advocated on getting rid of it altogether. That didn’t happen. It’ll never happen. But the two Yamanbagiris did heed Kasen’s request to bathe and wear freshly laundered yukatas.
Nervously, Yamanbagiri turned around from Kasen’s mirror, feeling simply naked in such small attire. Sure, they would eventually get naked, but that moment wasn’t just then. Weren’t there steps to this whole ordeal?
“It is I who should be thanking you, as I was the one to ask at first.” Kasen boldly took Yamanbagiri’s hand to pull him forward. “My, my, it is quite obvious this is your first time. Have you kissed anyone?”
Yamanbagiri nodded.
Chougi snapped, “You have? Who?”
“Horikawa… We spoke about him and Izuminokami-san and he offered, and I took it.”
“How did you like it?”
“I… liked it.” Yamanbagiri didn’t know just how much he should explain. Should he say the feeling of someone else’s fleshy tongue moving against his was a sensation unlike anything he’s ever felt? Along with his first fight in his human body, eating his first meal, falling to sleep, it was among the most amazing of experiences.
Also, Kasen’s hand was surprisingly course with calluses. Still felt good though.
Kasen turned to Chougi, saying with a soft smile, “I take it you’ve never kissed anyone.”
Now Chougi turned to the mirror.
“I’ll take that as a yes. One more question. Have either of you masturbated at all?”
“Of course,” Chougi answered, obviously trying to make up for not saying anything earlier. “Right, Yamanbagiri?”
The blond nodded, pushing back his hair behind an ear.
“Good! That is a fantastic place to start then. How about the two of you kiss and stroke each other to completion?”
“What?” both Yamanbagiris answered with completely unconcealed shock.
Kasen swirled a lock of purple, saying, “This was not your plan?” He raised his eyebrows. “Or did you expect the three of us to do something together? That wouldn’t be elegant at all! If one of you has enough energy after this, perhaps you can continue with me, singularly.”
Yamanbagiri asked him, “Would you be fine watching?”
Kasen smiled. “We will see. Now, you should start, Yamanbagiri, since you know what you’re doing.”
“I wouldn’t say that,” he told Kasen. Still, he followed the orders, turning to Chougi, who looked him in the eye, completely unlike Horikawa, who basically had his eyes closed the entire time. Not like Yamanbagiri, who had his eyes halfway opened.
Not this time. He could keep his eyes open and meet this scenario with eyes wide.
As soon as their lips touched, both of them closed his eyes, freezing up as the heat from their breaths touched.
This hadn’t happened with Horikawa.
“Your lips are soft,” whispered Chougi, already pushing a tongue through. Not wanting to be left in the wind, Yamanbagiri opened his mouth to allow Chougi full access. Their open mouths smashed together as they both attempted to not hesitate. Yamangiri’s cock stiffened at once.
Softly, Kasen said, “You’re engorged already, Yamanbagiri-kun. Have you been looking forward to this?”
He didn’t even think of this as a possibility until this afternoon! Perhaps, deep inside, he’s always wanted more…
Chougi’s thigh shivered as soon as he touched it, and the small space between his thighs and the robe was still full of the murky humidity from the bath. He used both hands, feeling his stomach flutter at the feeling of Chougi’s testicles nestled against his thumbs. The skinned tightened, the ridges firming up.
“The two of you make a beautiful picture. And the fact that the two of you have such an intertwined history makes this scene pregnant with meaning.”
Chougi’s face was red as he protested, “You’re exaggerating. Yamanbagiri! Don’t touch my erection, yet. Holy crap.” He rested his head against Yamanbagiri’s shoulder. “I’m shaking so much.”
“Are you nervous? Do you want to stop?”
“No! To both! I just… need to take a breather.”
“Alright, then, I’ll just take this off.”
Chougi let him pull off his robe, and left it to Yamanbagiri to pull off his own. He chanced a look at Kasen, who held a brush in one hand for some reason. What was the real reason he said yes to helping the two of them? Surely nothing worthwhile for the arts.
Now, they were naked.
They couldn’t look each other in the other, their hands resting uselessly on their thighs.
“Pauses like this are nice as well,” Kasen praised.
It was as if he was their own little cheering squad. It was kind of cute. Kasen didn’t much appreciate being called cute, calling it malformed elegance, a statement which Yamanbagiri couldn’t even begin to unravel the meaning of.
Luckily, his words were just what was needed for them to touch each other, both reaching with their left hand, then both rose on their knees to get better purchase.
“You’re almost like twins. Your shafts are the same size as well. If only your colors were more complementary, then the two of you would be like wings of a butterfly.”
“Now I’m starting to understand why you’re so comfortable with watching us,” Chougi muttered. “But I must admit, I already see the appeal of this whole sex thing. It’s like throwing myself into the heat of battle, but instead of fighting-” Excitedly, he pushed their bodies into each other, and thus their members were trapped between them. “-it’s just our bodies. I’m lucky enough to have you here. I don’t think I would have been able to ever do this with anyone on my own.”
“I think you would have, eventually,” Yamanbagiri murmured, reaching for the edge of his coat that definitely was not there. His cock began to pulse.
“No. I don’t think so. I don’t have that inviting personality, much like Ookanehira.”
“Bleh,” Kasen spat. “You’re not nearly as bad as him.”
“But not so good as Yamanbagiri, apparently.”
“It’s just that he’s so adorable.”
Yamanbagiri pressed his lips into Chougi’s already slightly sweaty neck, kissing, lips wriggling.
“That tickles! Don’t just nibble- hii!”
Yamanbagiri bit down, his cock bobbing in excitement, licking across the small dents.
“That actually felt good. How did you know it would?”
“I… didn’t…”
“Aren’t I lucky, then, you pervert.”
Yamanbagiri froze. “Per…Pervert?”
Kasen chided, “Be nice, Chougi. He takes things seriously. He’s honest like that.”
Chougi chuckled. “Sorry, I don’t truly think you’re a pervert. Or, if you were, so am I then. It felt amazing. Is there anything else you want to try?”
Without saying anything, Yamanbagiri took the opportunity at once, bending slightly forward to suck up a pink nipple.
“Mmn! That’s nice. Kind of intense for something so small. Wait, not the other one, yet!”
Ignoring the half-hearted request, Yamanbagiri trapped Chougi’s already tightened nipple between his knuckles. He pulled with his lips and his fingers.
“Yamanba-, wait, Yamanbagiri.” Chougi grabbed him by the cock. “Damn it. I’m not going to let you just control everything.”
Yamanbagiri wanted to take his hand off, not wanting to finish too soon, but even he had his own pride to not back down from any sensations. At the same time, he didn’t want to copy Chougi just to get ahead, so he instead, although quite nervous by the tiny nub between his hard teeth, bit down.
Chougi… squealed.
“How inelegant.”
“Instead of complaining, can you share your oil? My hand is so rough and I don’t-”
Yamanbagiri protested immediately, “I don’t mind. I like the feeling of rough hands.”
Chougi raised his eyebrows. “Even on your dick?”
Kasen gasped. “None of that language here!”
“We’re having sex, not writing poetry.”
“Anything able to be done is able to be put into words.” Kasen crossed his arms. “And ‘dick’ is an inelegant word.”
“Then leave it out.” He turned his attention back to Yamanbagiri. “The other one too?”
Kasen finally let it go with a sigh, as Yamanbagiri suckled the other nipple, shivering as Chougi lightly handled him across his cock, unknowingly driving the blond sword mad by rubbing the course edges of his palm over the head. Over and over.
Chougi goaded him, “You’ve stopped. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Just, you’re rubbing my…penis… after all.”
“Rub mine, then.”
Kasen whispered, “Yes! Mirror each other.”
Luckily, Kasen indeed was helping move things along. There was nothing they couldn’t do if Kasen was always saying that they should do more- and Yamanbagiri indeed took Chougi’s cock in hand, hot, soft and hard at the same time. The skin moved right over where the organ was stiff. The feeling was just so thrilling. He stroked with vigor, until he heard Chougi whimper.
Kasen was beside them, handing Yamanbagiri a beautiful glass bottle full of oil, which Yamanbagiri took gratefully and shook a few drops into his hand. Assuming it was like sword oil, he rubbed together the few drops and felt the viscous ooze spread completely over his palm. With that, he grabbed Chougi once more, and as he started to move, he realized the laughable ease of speed as he pumped him.
“Oh. Fuck…”
“If you must use such language, can you at least look lovely? Kiss. Touch each other.” They did so, kissing with much more force, and tongues curiously and energetically tangling with one another. “Can you look each other in the eyes?”
Like opposing ends of magnets, their lines of sight bounced away from each other, but their hands continued to move more and more frantically to compensate, and when Chougi mustered a flustered, “I’m gonna come,” Yamanbagiri looked him in the face then. Chougi looked back with eyes scrunched from holding back. That face screamed he was feeling so much pleasure, and barely hanging on, and Yamanbagiri was surprised to feel a pump in his body, making him jerk Chougi’s tip.
Yamanbagiri sucked in a breath as his orgasm attacked. The force, piercing as a stab, nearly stopped him from any movement, but it was as if he was possessed to keep his hand stroking, even as pumps of ejaculate spurted between them. Chougi followed soon after, turned to stone but for his twitching cock.
“Stop… Yamanbagiri, it’s like you’re pulling me from the root!” Chougi gasped. Yamanbagiri finally let go. Again, they rested on one another’s shoulders, letting the pleasurable glow move through them.
As they rested, already Yamanbagiri already felt the pulse of another erection, rampant lust rising in him. He turned to Kasen, and the purple head was down as the sword apparently needed to write something.
“A phallus from the root. What an exquisite phrase. Physical root? Spiritual? A mix of both?”
“Kasen-san?” Chougi questioned.
Kasen looked up. “Hm? Do you wish to continue? To be honest, I feel that we are not yet done, but I will not encourage you to do anything you’re not ready to do.”
“I’m... fine. Yamanbagiri?”
The blond head nodded once.
“Good. So, I know what happens next. Do you want to be the one to put it in?”
The blond head shook his head, then nodded, then shook his head again.
Chougi sighed, “Which is it? I’m under the impression that no matter who does what, it’ll feel good, right?”
Kasen raised his brush, interjecting, “It’s not like you know in the beginning what you like or don’t like. But the chances are, if you do dislike any part of it, you’ll dislike being entered more than the other way around.”
Yamanbagiri nodded.
Chougi shrugged. “If I don’t like it, Yamanbagiri will just stop, right?”
“Yes,” was the immediate answer, and whatever anxiety he had unrolled from the pit of his belly. “We can then switch places.”
“That’s a deal.”
Kasen clapped his hands together. “If that’s how it will be, then come closer to the futon. Lay your head here, and put this pillow underneath your hips. This is so you’ll be more on level with Yamanbagiri’s groin, and not forcing him to push down nearly as much. Now, of course, the oil. You will need to stretch him plenty. Despite popular fantasies, when you enter him, it should not be painful. It’s exactly what the stretching is for.”
“That… makes sense,” Chougi whispered as he followed Kasen’s every order, while Yamanbagiri poured more oil onto his hands.
Things had taken a turn for the best. Although what they were doing was, at the most, playing around, much like anything done with his fellow toudanshi, it held the spirit of comradery, as if he joined something special.
In other words, Yamanbagiri was having fun. It only made things better that Kasen and Chougi seemed to be enjoying themselves as well, although the latter held a fair amount of nervousness.
“Does… Does it hurt during the stretching?”
Kasen shook his head, sliding up close to Yamanbagiri. “Go slow, feel the resistance and move forward oh-so-gently.” Kasen’s breath tickled his ear as he whispered, “Enjoy the resistance. This is as deep inside him as you could ever be, the very depths of his heat, his flesh.”
Literally speaking, Kasen was speaking the truth, but the truth wasn’t any less tantalizing. Brushing up against his restraint seemed to be Kasen’s aim, for he chuckled while making Yamanbagiri hand into a fist with a single finger pointed to Chougi’s heat.
“What are you so nervous about, Yamanbagiri?” Chougi said, as if his own voice wasn’t shaking.
“It’s so odd to hear you call him that after all this time,” Kasen whispered.
“I have a feeling I will be hearing that for a long time to come. C’mon, I can’t take this waiting.”
Yamanbagiri honored his request, pushing his single finger up against the pucker, and it twitched, and he felt pure power shoot up his arm.
Kasen teased, “You’re quite the tease, aren’t you, Yamanbagiri?”
“I’m not…trying…” Yamanbagiri finally put some oomph into his hand, pushing a finger all the way to the knuckle. “It’s so hot inside. You don’t have a fever, right?”
“It’s normal. Your core temperature is normally around thirty-six degrees.”
Yamanbagiri blushed. “That’s right. Of course.” Which is why fevers were in the high thirties. “Does it hurt, Chougi?”
He had his eyes closed as if it did, but still he shook his head.
Yamanbagiri nodded to no one in particular and moved his finger. The resistance, as Kasen so aptly put it, felt just as good as Kasen insinuated. The thought that his penis would eventually replace his finger sounded like a threat. He couldn’t possibly be able to take it.
“You can add another finger, I think,” Kasen prompted.
Yamanbagiri did so, and Chougi gasped, his insides quivering. Yamanbagiri slowed down, but as Chougi lifted his hips to wantonly chase down his fingers, he started moving faster, deeper. He knew when to push his fingers apart as Chougi moved his body. A move downward meant more, a twitch upwards slow down, to the side what was that? Before he knew it, he was thrusting three fingers inside and out. He knew there was something right there, quite deep, a bump…
“If you keep mashing his prostate, he wouldn’t be able to continue.”
“Prostate?”
Kasen raised a thick eyebrow. “Yes? Let’s just say it’s something that helps with making semen, along with the testicles and other body parts.”
“Why is it… here?” Yamanbagiri pressed against Chougi’s prostate.
He protested immediately, breathlessly, “Yamanbagiri! Kasen-san’s right. Just, hold off on that part for now.”
“Sorry.”
“I believe you can try putting yourself in now, anyway. Here, let me help.”
To both of the swords’ great surprise, ‘help’ meant that Kasen would grab Yamanbagiri’s erection with an already well-oiled hand, and spread the excess all the way up and down, quickly, lightly, as if he knew just the right amount of movement that could keep him well away from the edge, but still feeling amazing.
“Now. Put yourself inside Chougi. Slowly. So that he can feel every centimeter as it goes in. Look at his face.” Yamanbagiri did so, and Chougi covered his face immediately. “Oh, now, now. That won’t do.”
Kasen left his side to sit above Chougi’s head, where he took Chougi’s wrists to pin them to the floor. For some reason, that sparked a fire inside Yamanbagiri, a perverted inner voice saying with relish that this, this was perfect.
He pushed the tip of his cock in, all the while looking at the incredibly alluring face of a mortified Chougi. Yamanbagiri’s never seen such a face on him, and it was all because of his training… And their past, the new one, and the old. Nothing else would have culminated into this face except for what exactly has transpired in the past, and their past personalities, their past grudges.
And the promise of a brighter future.
“Chougi.”
He was so very hot. Or was it just Yamanbagiri?
“Chougi.”
“You’re already all the way inside,” Kasen said with a bit of awe. “You’re both on the same wavelength, as if you have been making love forever.”
“Making love?!” Chougi again covered his face- tried to anyway, until Kasen caught him. “We’re just… having sex.”
“It’s all the same. It’s not like there is no love between the two of you, right?”
Neither answered, which was an answer all on its own.
“Now, move. Move as one.”
Yamanbagiri did so, still very embarrassed by Kasen’s intensity, and so moved slowly. So much tighter and wetter than Chougi’s hand, it was nonetheless harder to keep himself under control, to not move like a dog rutting.
It was made infinitely better as Chougi clicked his teeth. He sat up a bit to hold himself up and used the newish position to move his hips better, so that they were meeting each other halfway with a slam.
“Ah!” Chougi fell back again.
“It seems there is a good spot,” Kasen whispered.
Yamanbagiri aimed for ‘that spot’ as best he could, and Chougi gasped out loud in return. There didn’t seem to be any pain whatsoever, which, despite Kasen’s care, Yamanbagiri didn’t believe would be absent.
“Yamanbagiri… Keep going. Even just staying still like this is making me get close.”
“Alright, Yamanba- Chougi.”
“Hm… Even you can’t escape your history.” Kasen’s eyes narrowed. “Or do you wish to go back to as you were before? Seen as an inferior fake?”
Yamanbagiri was unable to answer.
Chougi was more than able to answer, “Hey! Enough of that. It’ll just take some getting used to.”
“My apologies. I didn’t mean to antagonize. Let us continue, Yamanbagiri.”
Yamanbagiri gratefully nodded to Chougi, pushing forward, until he was deep inside. This was what it was like. He’s done it. The only experience he’ll have after this is being broken. This pleasure was… unfathomable.
Apparently, it was only one-sided, as Chougi whispered, “Move! I… I need more…”
Need? He…needed him…
He straightened, finding a tempo quickly, putting his own pleasure to the back of his mind the best he could. Chougi’s face was scrunched, eyebrows knotted. Was this enough? Maybe he needed someone to touch his erection?
Yamanbagiri grabbed him with this good intention only to have Chougi come immediately.
“Gah! Why… Why!” Chougi cried out. “Damn it!”
“S-S-Sorr…” Yamanbagiri choked on his words, as the tightness encapsulated his most sensitive part and pulled him from himself. Pulled from his root was the exact feeling.
The two of them were sensitive to the point of pain; Chougi looked like he might pass out at any moment.
And Kasen pulled himself from his robe and jerked quickly at the sight of them. “Beautiful. So sweet.” With only a small sigh, he came, licking his lips as his cum joined Chougi’s on his belly.
“Not very elegant,” Chougi muttered, letting his fingers trail through the small puddles. “I came as soon as you touched me. How lame.”
“It’s not lame…” Yamanbagiri’s eyes rolled as he set himself free.
“You’ve become so nice. It’s gross.”
He joined Chougi, lying down next to the futon. “I’ll treat you mean then, from now on.”
Chougi’s eyes widened. “Well, that’ll be interesting.” He stretched, turning to Kasen as he stared down at them with affection. “Are you alright Kasen-san? Is there anything we can do?”
“Do not mind me. I’m just happy you two… Are fine now. Individually, and together.”
They didn’t need to know how much everyone worried over them, over Yamanbagiri as he wrestled with his self-confidence, or when he came back embroiling Chougi with his new sage outlook, or when Chougi came back and avoided him like consumption. They didn’t know how the invitations to bed were a way to get Yamanbagiri with more confidence in himself, and for Chougi to see how much he gave to the group.
Apparently, it was only something one could give the other. No one else could replace either one.
The two swords on the floor turned to each other. A mirrored smile passed between them, as they saw each other for what the other was.
For what they’ve always been.