Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction ❯ Rearranged ❯ Rearranged ( Prologue )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Rearranged
by Kyouji


"You could have died."
"I don't see why it bothers you so."
"I wouldn't care if you got your fool neck slit by some enemy soldier, but Master Arago wouldn't be so happy to lose one of his Masho, I think."
"You're terribly ungrateful toward someone who just saved your hide."
Shuten bristled with indignation. "I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. There was no need for your 'help'," he muttered stiffly. It wasn't entirely the truth -- he had been tumbled off his horse and disarmed, surrounded by a mass of soldiers -- but Anubisu had had no right to charge into the midst of it, abandoning his own post, and drag him away like Shuten was some sort of helpless woman. That smug little smirk had been painted over his features through the whole of it, too. He'd never lost a battle, and though he still maintained that reputation, it was now due in part to Anubisu. He hated feeling as though he owed something.
"You certainly didn't seem capable when I found you," was the biting retort.
"Stick to your assignment next time. I don't need a nursemaid," he growled. He was frustrated. Dealing with the prideful Yami Masho made him want to hit something.
"Can't you just be content that you got out alive? And maybe show a little appreciation for the one who pulled you out of that mess." Arrogant as always. Shuten snarled, grabbing Anubisu by the front of his kimono, dragging the man nose-to-nose with him. His superior height allowed him to loom -- a couple of inches, anyway -- but Anubisu seemed unaffected, in fact flashing him an insolent smile.
"I'm really sick and tired of your attitude. You're a subordinate," Shuten spat, entertaining the thought of punching that constant smirk from his face.
"And I'm really sick and fucking tired of you lording it over the rest of us outside of battle." Anubisu sneered up at him, dark sapphirrine eyes flashing defiance. It was enough to cause Shuten to give in to that welling urge. He lashed out with a fist against Anubisu's cheek, throwing the other man's head to the side. Retaliation came in the form of a punch to Shuten's stomach, which was swiftly deflected. The Oni Masho shoved his burden, and Anubisu, caught unawares, went sprawling to the floor.
"Are we quite finished, yet?" Shuten queried ever so patiently.
"Bastard," was the reply.
The redhead growled, covering the space between them to haul the swordsman up by his robe again. "What the hell do you want, Anubisu?" It wasn't as though he didn't know; Anubisu wanted gratitude for something he shouldn't have done. Shuten wanted to hear it from the man, hear him when he realized how stupid he was acting.
Instead of the expected reaction, his subordinate's lips quirked upward into a nasty little smirk. "Ask me again." Anubisu almost... purred. Shuten blinked, his grip softening. Long fingers wrapped around his wrists, reminding him that he was supposed to be angry.
Slender brows drew down as he repeated his inquiry. "What do you want?"
"Ask again." There was something different about Anubisu's voice, something Shuten strained to recognize even as fingers pried his hands from the other man's collar.
"What do you want?" He snapped it, this time. It was irritating to repeat himself like this, to go unknowing.
"Again," came the now-anticipated order. His wrists were trapped in Anubisu's calloused hands, and he cursed himself for being foolish enough to allow it to happen.
But he was stuck in this little game now; he had to know, and worse, he felt compelled to do as Anubisu demanded. He even found himself becoming a little nervous. Gods, what was Anubisu doing to him? "Wh-- what do you want?" He stuttered? That realization came with another as his back hit a wall: they'd been backing up the entire time.
Epicurean lips drew back in a roguish grin, blue eyes glittering darkly at Shuten. "You." He barely had time to register the word before that lush mouth was upon his, a tongue snaking its way through meager defenses. His mind went numb under the assault. He should have pushed him away, should have protested, should have reprimanded Anubisu for his presumptions -- Master Arago wouldn't tolerate it, and if not that, there were still thousands of excuses to consider this very, very wrong -- should have done a lot of things differently, but he was thinking none too clearly at the moment. He caught himself returning the kiss with a vengeance.
The grasp on his wrists was released for hands to roam his body. One hand slipped inside his robes to grip his thigh as hips ground him against the wall, Anubisu firmly wedged between his legs. Then a thought occured to him. He wrenched away, panting for breath. The little murmur of protest Anubisu gave went straight to his groin, but he managed to speak. "No."
"Don't tell me you don't want this," Anubisu breathed, tracing his tongue along the shell of Shuten's ear. "We both know how big a lie that would be." As if for emphasis, the other man's pelvis dug into his again, sending an arch of delicious sensation through Shuten's body.
He shook his head, more to clear it than to negate Anubisu's words. "No," he repeated in a growl. "I will not be the woman." He met the cobalt gaze with a fierce one of his own. Anubisu's lips twitched, and he gave a short little laugh. His mirth was quickly cut off when Shuten siezed him, forcing a change in positions. He pressed Anubisu face-first into the wall, twisting his arm back behind him when he began to struggle. "Don't tell me you don't want this," he sneered, reiterating Anubisu's words from only a moment ago. He let his free hand drift down to the growing bulge buried under dark brown material, then gave a little squeeze. "We both know how big a lie that would be." He smirked.
He let the man squirm a few minutes before finally releasing his captured arm, both hands sliding to the Yami Masho's waist to loosen the sash, then up his chest to part the front of his kimono. Hands moved back to pull the robe over broad, tanned shoulders. Wet kisses followed the path of the gliding material, oh so slowly down Anubisu's muscular back. The swordsman peeked over his shoulder to watch him uncertainly, and Shuten's mouth stopped at Anubisu's shoulder blade, his lascivious gaze caught with the other's wary one. His lips curved into a coy smile against smooth skin, and with his eyes still locked on his fellow Masho's, he managed to pull the sleeves completely off. Ivory teeth sank deep into dark flesh, until Shuten tasted blood.
Shuten pulled back to examine the branding, allowing himself a satisfied smirk. A crimson streamer wound slowly down soft musculature, from where an incisor had broken the skin. Shuten watched, fascinated, then touched his tongue to the tiny wound. He trailed his tongue up Anubisu's back, laving away the blood. Once more his mouth met the small puncture, as his gaze found his lover's. He bit down again, pressuring more blood out, and began to draw the mellifluous substance into his mouth, suckling on the wound. Anubisu let out a little hiss, and shifted as if to force a stop; to deter such a thing, Shuten's hand crept down to coil fingers around his turgid sex. His captive let out a whimper, catching himself against the wall with one hand.
With his free hand, Shuten undid the belt of his own robe, maneuvering until his own aching member was freed. His lips released Anubisu's tormented flesh, and he pressed himself against the other man. Anubisu shifted uncomfortably at the feel of Shuten's naked erection. He turned his head to glance nervously at him again, eyes fogged with the pleasure of the Oni Masho's ministrations. Shuten could see his question: just how had he lost control of the situation? He gave an inward smirk, then claimed that mouth, tongue slipping between parted tiers without waiting for invitation. Anubisu tried to pull back, obviously repulsed at tasting his own blood, but Shuten's hand caught him behind the neck, keeping him where he was. He pulled back with a smug smirk. Anubisu opened his mouth, most likely to protest his treatment, but Shuten thrust two fingers in before a sound could be emitted, resulting in numerous garbled profanities.
Shuten's lips went to Anubisu's ear. "Don't want this to hurt more than it has to, do you?" He pushed his knee up between the other's legs, and it seemed Anubisu understood, for he closed his mouth around the intruding digits. Shuten suppressed a shiver as his tongue swirled the duo. His other hand released Anubisu's arousal, greedily exploring the rest of his body. He put his lips to the juncture where neck met shoulder, sucking the tender skin there roughly. Too late, he wondered if it would be best to only leave marks where they wouldn't be noticed.
Eager to get on with the process, he pulled his fingers from Anubisu's mouth, immediately moving them down, index finger prying for an opening. Ah, there it was. He heard the breath hitch in the blue-haired man's throat, and he smiled viciously, forcing in the second well before he knew Anubisu to be ready. There was nothing more than a grunt of discomfort from the other man. And Shuten was losing patience quickly. He withdrew both digits, and gripped his paramour's hips. Anubisu braced himself against the wall, jaw set in what seemed grim determination. He was so tense; Shuten trailed a hand down his back in a surprisingly gentle caress. "Relax," he murmured, and felt muscles do just that under his touch. Then, without warning, he positioned himself and pushed in, entering fully in one smooth thrust. Anubisu's entire body stiffened, and he cried out.
Shuten put a hand over the man's mouth, the other clamped on his hip. "Shh... just relax, like I told you," he whispered as soothingly as he could, lips feathering at Anubisu's earlobe. The swordsman's thick lashes were spiked with tears, his breathing coming in little rasps. His body wanted to refuse Shuten accomodation, muscles squeezing intensely from all sides, making it nearly unbearable. Before he knew what he was doing, he was thrusting into Anubisu, drawing out wordless moans that got louder as things progressed. Suddenly, he lurched forward, supporting his weight on the other man as he reached climax, gasping for breath. Surely that loud groan wasn't him?
He felt the Yami Masho convulse beneath him, and Anubisu orgasmed with a pained sob. Dazedly, they both leaned against the wall heavily. After he righted his breathing somewhat, he withdrew, Anubisu whimpering at the feeling. There were gauge marks -- among other things -- marring the wall, from scraping fingernails, Shuten noted groggily. He was so tired. He half-hauled Anubisu to the bed, not bothering to wonder why they hadn't begun there, and they both collapsed wearily atop the covers. Before finally nodding off, Shuten noticed a small abrasion on Anubisu's scarred cheek, from where he'd hit him earlier. He pressed a kiss to the bruise, then let blissful sleep roll up around him.