Peace Maker Kurogane Fan Fiction ❯ Secret ❯ Secret ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Secret

Warning: Light Yaoi. Hijikata x Susumu, Susumu x Tatsunosuke.

Susumu stared into space. He had a feeling deep inside of him, tugging at his heart strings, this strange feeling of sadness, loneliness, desperation. Probably the reason why he was lying next to the Shinsengumi fukuchou right now. He didn't know what to think or feel anymore. He sat up, slipping on his robe, casting a glance at the man beside him; he got up and left the room.

He didn't know what brought him to his sister's old room. He had just stood outside and waited, pondering over whether he should enter or not. Then again, it didn't matter anymore, did it?

He slid the door open slowly, stepping in, immediately greeted by the scent of his passed sister.

“She asked me to take care of you!”

Susumu felt a twinge of pain somewhere inside.

“You're not qualified to call her `sister'.”

It hurt so much.
Emotions. Useless possessions that just got in the way of getting things done.
He sat down, slowly, silently. He inhaled deeply, wishing that time would just bring him back to that time when his sister was still his sister, that time when he would just lie on her lap and watch the stars.

***

Hijikata sat up, his arm reaching for that someone that was not there.
“Yamazaki...”

It was an accident. They hadn't meant for this to be.

Hijikata had woken up one night, unclothed in his room, his breath reeking of alcohol and smoke. It was when he tried to move that he realised that he was not alone in his futon.
The slender pale form of Yamazaki Susumu lay beside him; the white expanse of his back exposed to Hijikata's wandering eyes. He forced himself up, his headache not making it any easier. He didn't know what to do, what the others would think if they saw them like this. But he couldn't help but let his eyes travel down that slender figure, down to those gorgeous hips that his blanket barely covered. Before he knew it he had already moved closer to the slumbering being, gently letting his hands trail the spinal cord, before letting it slip under the blanket to feel those tight muscles that lay unseen. This action earned some movement form the sleeping shinobi, a slight shift in position. Hijikata went a bit further, slipping his hand between the teenager's thighs, slowly moving lower and lower. This woke the shinobi up.

***

He had been watching the black haired teenager for so long, yearning to touch that pale flesh and tangle his fingers in that mob of ebony that seemed so soft. He was slightly jealous that his younger brother got to spend so much time with the shinobi, but it was alright. Tetsunosuke was too young to see how desirable the older teen was.

Tatsunosuke sat in his room alone, surrounded by the many books and papers waiting for him to sort out. He wondered where his brother was now, and what he was doing. Maybe he was with Susumu.

***

“Susumu.”

It was barely a whisper, but the shinobi heard it.

“Tetsu.” The shinobi returned, not moving as the boy slid the door open and entered, settling down beside him.
“What are you doing?” It was a good question. Susumu didn't know the answer either.
There was silence for a few seconds.
“I don't know.”

***

Susumu moaned, his fingernails digging into the futon, pushing against the fingers that violated him, his breathing heavy.
“Yamazaki...” Hijikata added another finger, earning a groan from the teenager.
“Aaah.....Deeper......Deeper, Master......Nnnhh......” The shinobi pushed harder against the samurai, his breathing quicker than before.
It was ethereal. Having such a beautiful creature sprawled out before you, granting you every physical desire in existence seemed too good to believe. Hijikata paused, pulling his fingers out of the tight heat, he shoved them in again. Susumu cried out, shutting his eyes tight, he buried his face in the fabric trying to muffle his moans.
He finally removed the fingers, this time pressing something else against the teen's entrance.
“Aaah...!” The pain was burning; this was being impaled, almost as if he was being ripped apart. But then again he had done this so many times before...
Hijikata pushed into the tight heat until he was fully inside, his left hand reaching down and holding Susumu by the stomach.
“Yamazaki...”

***

“Tatsu-n i-chan!” The red-haired youngster called out, startling his elder brother, causing the man to drop his books and heave a depressed sigh. “What is it, Tetsu?” The older brother bent down, gathering the many documents he dropped.
“Do you hate Susumu?” It was an innocent question that sought nothing but an answer.
“No, Tetsu. I don't hate him.”
“Then why have you been staring at him every time he's within sight?” Tetsu reached for the papers too, handing them one by one to his older brother.

***

Susumu sat up, his bottom still aching from the night before; he reached up to brush the hair away from his face. His black robe was slipping off his shoulder, and his muscles were strained from all the activity. He stretched, almost moving his body like that of a cat when a strong arm reached over to him and grabbed him by the thigh.
“Master?” Hijikata said nothing, pulling the teen into his embrace, pressing light kisses upon his cheek and bottom jaw. The teen's hand rested on the older man's chest, feeling the other's breathing.

***

It was a secret. One that no one else must find out.