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WARNING: Yaoi is boyxboy stuff, if you are not interested then please do not read it, thx^^


This topic is 4 all Koei warriors girls (and maybe some boys^^) who like Yaoi

You can post your fav couples here or write some DW, SW and WO Yaoi fanfiction.
Posted 6/15/08
ok Ill do mine later but prez should join
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Sima Yi x Zhang he

Sima Yi sighed. He was once again finished yet another day of hard work. Since he and Zhang He had moved out of their apartment and into a cozy little love nest, his life had become all work work and more work with a little bit of work harder on the side. It had been a whole month since he’d actually spent any time at all with Zhang He, and he was starting to feel that his pretty lover was feeling a bit useless. Zhang He could cook, he hated cleaning, had a fear of driving, he preferred to stay indoors and claimed to be too fragile to do any job that was placed before him. Zhang He though it was his fault and offered to get a job at a fast food place or something, but Sima Yi had protested the very idea and winced at the memory of all those over weight fast food people.

He walked down the hall, dropping his jacket on the floor along with his tie when suddenly he caught sight of…

“What are you wearing?” He yelled in shock.

Zhang He turned away from his important task of trying not to burn their quick-make easy-bake dinner and gasped. “Oh! You’re home early today!” He cheered, running towards his boyfriend happily.

Sima Yi felt immediacy aroused by his lover and due to his amazing self control, that wasn’t normal. “W-w-w-w-what are you w-w-w-wearing!” repeated glancing down at the boy’s outfit.

Zhang He was in fact wearing a strange article of woman’s clothing. Sima Yi had always know his boyfriend was a bit eccentric but he never though he was a cross dresser! “It’s… It’s…” He stuttered. “It’s a… a… a maid’s outfit… and… you’re not wearing anything underneath… are you?”

Zhang He did a twirl in his silky purple and white maid outfit. It was pretty much just a too short frilly skanky dress and an apron, a nice apron to say the least. “I saw it online! I though I would be super duper to buy it since we are a bit like newly weds!” He giggled.

Sima Yi found himself staring at thee boy’s lips. “Ah… huh…” He mumbled.

“Yes! And I made dinner! We’re having spaghetti!”

“Ah… huh…”

“With meat ball!”

“Ah… huh…”

Zhang He ducked his head down so he could look into Sima Yi’s eyes. “Hello? Earth to Mr. Business man?” He waved a hand in front of the other boy’s face.

Siam Yi jumped. “Don’t do that.”

“Sorry!” Zhang He sang. “Let’s eat dinner! And then we’re going to watch this movie I just rented!” He shrieked, holding up the movie.

Sima Yi’s eyes widened. “My… sexual harassment?” (I’ve never actually seen it don’t worry XD)

“Zhen Ji said it was great!”

The older boy ran his fingers through his hair. “Zhang He… this is a sex video.” He stated.

The long haired boy pouted. “Of course it’s not! They just gave it a title like that to make perverted people want to buy it more… that’s what Zhen Ji said!”

“Zhang He… That… is a sex video.”

“No it’s not! Cause look! It’s so non-sexual that it’s completely unrated!”

“THAT’S BECAUSE IT’S A SEX VIDEO!” Sima Yi yelled, the sexual frustration that had build up over the past month was finally driving him mad.

His little lover pouted. “Fine! Then you can just go to sleep after dinner and I’ll watch it by myself!”

The other boy sighed. “Zhang… Zhang HE… I’ll watch it with you okay.”

“And it’s not a sex video.”

“What ever you say.”

Zhang He rolled his eyes. “Fine fine. Let’s eat before dinner gets cold.”

-o--o--o-(O)-o--o--o-

They eat their dinner quickly, well Sima Yi did. He sat and waited for Zhang He to finish his plate, watching his lover eat gracefully like he did everything else.

Dinner ended quickly. Zhang He skipped around the kitchen, cleaning up their dishes. It was so great that Sima Yi had finally come home from work early. They’d hardly spent anytime together at all since they moved into their new house and he was feeling a bit depressed about it.

Still facing the since, washing the dishes, Zhang he asked, “So Sima Yi, what do you want to-Meep!”

“Are you wearing… lacy panties.” Sima Yi swallowed, not removing his hand from it’s place; up Zhang He’s maid uniform dress on his perfect perky butt.

The long haired boy blushed looking down at the ground. “I can take them off if you want.”

There was a moment f silence, it didn’t last long.

Sima Yi lunged at his smaller lover. Wrapping his arms around the boy and placing his hands on his ass. Zhang He gasped. “Oh my-” he was cut off when the older boy’s lips pressed against his with a bruising force.

The little kitchen was soon filled with the sounds of moaning and heavy breathing. Zhang he began to pant; he felt Sima Yi’s rock hard erection pressing against his stomach. He thrust his hips forward, grinding against Sima Yi’s muscular thigh. “Haa…”

The older boy lifted his lover onto the kitchen counter that seemed to be just the right height for their current activities. He settled himself between Zhang He’s legs and started to grind his hardness against his lovers.

Zhang He gasped. Siam Yi’s hards moved away from his lover’s ass and to his shirt. He fondled the boy’s chest through the black and white fabric of his apron. “Ah… Zhang He, you tits are so hard.” He growled.

“Sima Yi… Don’t… ah… say things like that!” The other boy gasped.

Sima Yi slipped the sleeves of the outfit off his lovers shoulders and pushed the top half down so it gathered around his waist area.

He leaned forward and began flicking Zhang He’s nipples with his tongue. The other boy gasped. “Oh it feels so good!”

Sima Yi backed off Zhang He to remove his panties. “I love this part.” He chuckled.

His lover spread his legs wide as they could go on the counter. “I told you not to talk like that.”

“Hmm…”

Sima Yi ran a lubed finger around his Zhang He’s entrance loosening it, he began thrusting the finger in and out. Zhang He ran his fingers down the older boy’s arms. “Wait… wait… what are you using.”

Sima Yi smirked. “Something.” He mumbled, thrusting a second finger in scissoring them and finally finishing, Zhang He let out a moan of protest as the removed his fingers. “Ahh…”

The older lover raised Zhang he’s frilly dress and thrust in hard and fast.

Zhang He gasped. “Oh…”

Sima Yi grinded his teeth together. “Oh god… you’re so tight.” He groaned, not moving for a minute in order to regain his composure.

Zhang He whined. “Sima Yiiiii…”

The older boy pulled out a ways and then thrust back in causing his lover to gasp. “Wait a minute, love…”

“Ahhh haa…” the other boy moaned, clawing his lovers arms. “Hurry…”

Sima Yi sighed, he could feel Zhang He raising his ass in the air trying to make him move. He rolled his hips slowly. Zhang He panted, he could feel the very tip of his lovers cock rubbing gently against his pleasure spot.

“Sima Yi,” Zhang He screamed, “I can’t take it anymore! Fuck me!”

“Such dirty words…” Sima Yi pulled out almost all the way and pushed back in. Shang He pushed against him, driving his cock deeper. The long haired boy groaned. The combination of finally having sex after such a long time and having said sex with the single most gorgeous guy on the planet made him shiver. “More, please, harder.”

Sima yi growled his control snapping. “Hold on…” he started to pound into his lovers willing body. Each thrust deeper and harder then the last. The exquisite sounds of Zhang He’s moaning egged him on. He clutched Zhang He’s waist under the lace dress, each time he entered it felt better. He gained speed.

Zhang He gasped, he wanted this to go on forever but another part of him wanted release so badly he though he’d die from pleasure. His hand moved down to stroke his cock. “Sima Yi, I’m going to…”

The older boy looked down to see his lover stroking him self. That was the last straw. He suddenly lost his careful Rhythm and began driving into the other boy as hard as he could.

The extra force from Sima Yi and his own took Zhang He over the edge. He came long and hard crying out his lover’s name. His cock pulsed longer then he’d ever though possible and not a second later he felt Sima Yi release inside of him.

Sima Yi let out a low moan as Zhang He tightened around him. He growled as he came, filling his lover and then collapsing in the aftermath of ecstasy.

The post-orgasm wore off. Sima Yi ran his hands over Zhang He possessively.

His long haired lover beamed. “I should buy outfits like this more often!” Zhang He exclaimed.

“Please do.”

Zhang He giggled. “Wanna go watch my movie now?”

The End

source: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3146701/1/The_DW_Yaoi_Collection
Posted 6/16/08
o this was good X3 i luv the story but it make sima yi sounds more muscular lol so in the story sima yi was like a whole different person to me
Posted 6/16/08
The Closet

XOXOXOX

Gan Ning’s just sitting there smiling like an idiot. “SURE! Come on Lu Xun.”

He stood up grabbed Lu Xun by the hand and pulled the younger boy off into a closet in the hall.

XOXOXOX

Lu Xun found himself being forcefully pulled into a closet down the hall from the tiny living room.

“Ahh… Gan Ning! I don’t want to be in here! Let me out!” Lu Xun screamed, another blush painting his cheeks a lovely red color.

Gan Ning smirked. “Well you should have said something earlier.”

“Wah…?”

“The door knob’s no the outside.” Gan Ning chuckled. “Guess you’re stuck with me huh?”

“But… but I… I…”

Gan Ning pushed Lu Xun up against a wall inside the not-surprisingly empty closet. “Come on Lu Xun,” he whispered, pushing the younger boy’s lags apart with his own and pressing a muscled thigh against Lu Xun’s groin, “We could be stuck in here for; God knows how long… you don’t want to die a virgin do you.”

Lu Xun gasped. “But… I… We can’t… we can’t, we’re in Zhang He’s closet!”

“So… he can cheer us on.”

“But we…”

Gan Ning stopped his protests by pressing his leg harder against Lu Xun.

“Ahh… Gan Ning, please.”

Gan Ning’s hands moved under Lu Xun’s shirt. “Please what Lu Xun? Tell me… I want to hear dirty words come out of that innocent mouth of yours.”

“I… I don’t know…”

Gan Ning grunted and pulled Lu Xun’s shirt off over the younger boy’s head.

“GAN NING?”

The older boy leaned forward and pressed a quick innocent kiss against Lu Xun’s lips. The younger boy had no idea how to respond. When the kiss broke off he stood staring at Gan Ning obliviously. “I like that.”

That made Gan Ning smile. “Thought you would.”

“Do it again.”

“Ask nicely.”

Lu Xun pouted. “Please do it again.”

Gan Ning made like he was actually thinking about it. “No…”

Lu Xun whimpered, “But…”

Gan Ning hoisted the younger boy onto one of the many odd crates in the closet. (-read note-) Not missing the opportunity to run his fingers down the cleft of the boys ass through the thin fabric pants he was wearing.

Lu Xun closed his eyes during the physical intrusion.

Almost gone mad with desire, Gan Ning bent his head and kissed one of Lu Xun’s tiny pink nibbles.

The younger boy giggled. “It tickles…”

Gan Ning smiled between his kisses. "Just wait, you will feel something far from being ticklish."

Lu Xun’s eyes widened when he felt something warm and wet surrounding one of his nipples, cruelly suckling, biting, kissing, licking, twisting and kneading. He couldn't stand the ache in his groin. He put his hand on it. “Gan Ning.”

The older boy kissed him one last time before coming off and looking up at him. “Yes, love?”

“It hurts.”

Gan Ning chuckled again. “Need me to do something about it?”

“Touch me there.”

Gan Ning stood up, he was still taller then Lu Xun even when the younger boy was sitting on the box. He brushed Lu Xun’s hand away and replaced it with his own. “Where… here.” He gave the younger boys cock a light ‘getting-to-know-you’ squeeze through his pants.

Lu Xun thrust his hips up into the strong hand. “YES!”

Gan Ning smirked. He brought his fingers up to Lu Xun zipper and quickly devastated the boy of his pants and underwear. He moved between Lu Xun's legs, spreading them further apart. His arousal pulsed, desire radiating from it as he looked at his lover, naked before him. The boy's huge eyes were glazed with need; his face was flushed and he licked his full lips unconsciously.

“Gan Ning…” Lu Xun moaned desperately, as the older boy pushed his legs apart as wide as they would go, then let his thumbs brush the tender skin near his entrance.

Gan Ning lowered his head and swept his tongue up the length of Lu Xun’s arousal, making the boy gasp. "Oh..." the younger boy had never felt such pleasure. He was sure his cock was going to explode. Out of his control, his hands buried themselves in Gan Ning's soft brown hair, trying to get more contact.

Gan Ning licked again, this time pausing at the tip to swirl his tongue over the end, tasting Lu Xun's essence.

This time the younger boy arched up off the crate, driving his cock into Gan Ning’s mouth. The older boy took it easily, sucking harder, drawing the hot length into his mouth.

Lu Xun screamed then, a strangled sound that surely sounded as if he were dying. Gan Ning put one hand on Lu Xun's hip to hold him still, and used the other to wrap around the base of the younger boy's arousal. Up and down he bobbed his head, taking all of the boy's hot cock in his mouth. He loved the sounds Lu Xun made; cries of pleasure were music to his ears.

“Try to be quiet babe or else every one’s gonna hear.”

Lu Xun moaned once more before absorbing what Gan Ning had just said. He was so close it didn’t really matter how much he…

Gan Ning’s tongue dipped into the slit at the tip of his cock and it was all over. He screamed as he climaxed hard. Gan Ning swallowed all of it. Nothing had ever felt so good. Lu Xun lay down on the box. “So… good.”

Gan Ning frowned leaning over the small naked body. “Just ‘good’?”

“Yes…”

The older boy mock pouted. “You owe me.”

“Have they let us out yet?”

“No.”

“Well then I have plenty of time to pay you back don’t I?”

THE END OF THE CLOSET SCENE


TERRORIZED

-o--o--o-(O)-o--o--o-

Spanky Lemon (Waahhh! What else can I call it!)

-o--o--o-(O)-o--o--o-

It was Monday after school, just a time to relax and thank the gods that school was, in fact, over for the day. Lu Xun sat on the bed he and Gan Ning shared, wondering where said boyfriend was. He sighed, running his fingers though his reddish-brown hair. He and Gan Ning hadn’t walked home together that day but now it was nearing 6:00 and Gan Ning still hadn’t arrived home. Lu Xun was beginning to worry.

-o--o--o-(O)-o--o--o-

Gan Ning got back to his house at about 6:30. He took off his boots and brought the bags he’d been carrying into he and Lu Xun’s room. He’d expected the younger boy to be there, but what he did not expect was for said boy to jump on to him as soon as he entered the room.

Lu Xun smothered his boyfriend with kisses until Gan Ning lost balance and fell over. “Where were you! I was so worried I was about to call Zhao Yun’s but you finally came home and… what’s that?” The boy leaned over towards the bag, trying to grab it.

“Um… It’s a surprise.” Gan Ning murmured, standing up and bringing the bag with him.

Lu Xun kneeled on the floor in front of him. The auburn haired boy pulled on the hem of Gan Ning’s long baggy shorts. “Is it for me?”

“Oh yes…”

The boy on the ground didn’t seem to notice the elder’s smirking face. He beamed happily. “When do I get it?”

“Right now if you want, it’s a movie.” Gan Ning pulled out the box. It was blank.

“YAY! SECRET MOVIE!

-o--o--o-(O)-o--o--o-

(-M’yes that’s right little boy, step into his trap MWAHAHAHAHA (-slap!-) uh… on with the story-)

-o--o--o-(O)-o--o--o-

Gan Ning was just finished making himself comfortable on the couch when his little lover came and sat down on his lap. “Movie! Movie! Movie!” The boy chanted repeatedly.

Gan Ning chuckled. “You’re going to have to get off me; I can put it in other wise.” He lifted the boy off his lap and placed him on the couch next to him before standing up and heading towards the DVD player to insert the movie.

Lu Xun clapped his hands together as it started. “It didn’t even go to the menu screen!” He giggled leaning against Gan Ning, the boy also noticed that the movie had no credits.

Gan Ning laughed. “Yeah, it’s not that kind of movie.” He wrapped his arm around Lu Xun.

-o--o--o-(O)-o--o--o-

The movie started out with a young prince looking boy walking through the forest, Lu Xun actually had to do a double take, but when the boy turned around he could defiantly tell, because of the slightly brood shoulders, zero hips and flat chest that could be seen through his fancy beige tight spandex type shirt and pants.

It seemed to be getting darker and colder, the boy shivered and looked around. Lu Xun guessed that he was probably lost. Upon reaching a clearing the boy had wrapped his coat around his small frame, he looked tired and almost collapsed in the middle of the forest.

-o--o--o-(O)-o--o--o-

Lu Xun looked at Gan Ning, who was looking anxiously at the Television. “Gan Ning?”

The older boy grunted.

“Is that boy going to find his way home?”

“Oh trust me, he finds more then that.”

Lu Xun turned back to the TV.

-o--o--o-(O)-o--o--o-

The boy continued his walk though he was crying now and is was extremely dark. There was a growling noise. The boy looked up, his cherry blond hair falling into one eye. A huge monster came upon him. Jumping down from a tree. It hissed and growled.

The boys wide green eyes were filled with fear. He turned quickly, running away from the beast. But another one was immediately upon him. The ghoulish beasts approached from both sides, growling and attempting to claw at him.

The boy backed himself up against a tree. The monster took its chance and lunged at the boy.

He screamed for help. Just as he though all hope was lost, an arrow struck the beast while it was in mid-air. The boy gasped. The other beast looked around.

A man jumped from the trees, slicing the second beasts head clean off. The blond boy covered his mouth as the creature’s oozed black liquid onto the forest floor. The raven haired man who’d just saved him turned to the boy, slapped him across the face. The boy looked guiltily at the ground, his cherry blond hair falling into his eyes.

The red eyed man demanded to know where he’d been and things like that. The boy sobbed, whispering ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry’ over and over again. The man sighed whispering, ‘Don’t ever run away from me again,’ and then taking the boy into his arms and kissing him deeply.

-o--o--o-(O)-o--o--o-

Lu Xun twitched. What kind of movie is this?

-o--o--o-(O)-o--o--o-

The older man placed both his hands on the young boy’s ass, fondling him until he began to moan into their kiss. The man proceeded to set the boy down on the ground, pull his pants down and give him a mind rocking blow job.

-o--o--o-(O)-o--o--o-

This is a porno movie! Lu Xun blushed. “Gan Ning?” He was going to turn and glare at his boyfriend but the things that were going on on the screen of the television were turning him on immensely.

And Gan Ning knew.

The older boy wrapped his arm around Lu Xun’s small body, gently messaging his cock through the boy’s thin shorts. “So naughty, Lu Xun,” He whispered into the boy’s ear, “You’re so hard from watching this, hmm?”

“Gan Ning! Don’t touch it, I-I…” The boy’s sentence ended with a loud whimper. “Gan Ning!”

“Such a bad, bad boy.” He whispered.

“Nnn… Ah!” Gan Ning smiled; delighted with the way Lu Xun was humping against his hand.

“You need to be spanked.”

“Anything! Please just…” Lu Xun’s eyes widened as the boy in the movie spread his legs to allow the older man to enter him. “Gan Ning, I want…”

The older boy bent him over his knee. “You want, you need, to be spanked.”

Lu Xun continued rocking against his leg, trying to rub his arousal against Gan Ning’s muscular thigh. “I don’t care anymore, just let me come.”

Gan Ning brought his hand down, non-too-gently, on his young lover’s thighs. The boy squeaked, Gan Ning’s cock twitched in anticipation. “You like that?” He whispered, while pulling down the boy’s loose sweat pants.

Lu Xun made a ‘nnn…’ noise as he was slowly exposed. He head Gan Ning chuckle. “No underwear, Lu Xun?”

“What’s the point when you-HAH!” Gan Ning brought his hand down over the boy’s rear, “Always take it off, when you get home?”

“But still, it’s very naughty.” SLAP! “And naughty boys deserve spankings.” SLAP!

“Okay! I’m done playing now.” Lu Xun noted, but when he tried to get up his lover pressed him back down. “Wha… Gan Ning! I said I…” SLAP! “STOP IT!”

The older boy raised an eyebrow. “Make me.” SLAP! Lu Xun gasped.

Gan Ning brought his hand down upon various parts of Lu Xun's ass and upper thighs. He never hit the same spot twice, but it was difficult not to overlap since he was using his hand. He watched Lu Xun carefully, and gradually increased the intensity of the blows until his skin was glowing almost pink.

We felt like his task was done and brought the nearly sobbing boy up to sit on his lap. To his surprise and joy, Lu Xun was still hard as a rock. The brunette gave him a needy look. “Gan Ning…”

The older boy was now achingly hard, his cheeks were flush and, even through his shorts; you could tell that his cock was wet. He removed his lover’s shirt leaving the boy completely naked. “Hmm…”

Lu Xun rub up against him. “Gan Ning, why are you wearing so many clothes?” He pouted.

Gan Ning pressed the boy into the couch, running his hands up the boy’s body until he could massage his nipples. Lu Xun moaned. “Ah…”

Gan Ning straddled the boy’s hips then sat up to take off his shirt. He admired the slim form beneath him for a moment before leaning towards Lu Xun. “You little punk. Getting to hard off of a spanking.”

The boy grabbed his neck, pulling him down into a searing kiss. Gan Ning lightly teased Lu Xun’s lips with his tongue. He moans and eagerly opens his mouth. Gan Ning thrust his tongue in and explore the boy’s mouth as well as he could with the other battling for dominance.

They broke the kiss. Lu Xun spread his legs so Gan Ning could fit more comfortably between them. The older boy pushed his shorts down to about mid thigh, his glazed eyes staring lustfully at his young lover.

“Ohh!” Gan Ning slipped a finger into the boy as he gasped, thrashing about. “Feels so…” The tip bumped the boy’s prostate making him scream. The boy arched his hips giving better access as Gan Ning slipped another in.

As their lips came together once again, Gan Ning jerked his hips, pushing into his lover. Just a little deeper and he hits that same spot that made Lu Xun scream the first time. The boy began to move his hips with each thrust, he cried out, “Fuck me damnit!”

Gan Ning let out a half-laugh-half-pant as he continued thrusting into his young lover. He slides out a little, then shoves back in roughly. He did it again and again, each time pulling out more and more. But soon his strokes became shorter and quicker.

“Oh yes!”

Panting and sweating, Gan Ning rubs against his prostate repeatedly and Lu Xun could only gasp and moan in pleasure. The boy felt the heat building in his body. Gan Ning could feel the exquisite pleasure grip his brain.

Lu Xun cried out his lovers name as he released all over Gan Ning’s stomach.

A few moments later, Gan Ning released his seed deep into his lover, then collapses. Lu Xun wrapped his arms around him and just lay there with a goofy grin on his face.

As the after affects of the orgasm wore off, Lu Xun idly wondered if they should take a shower and go to bed. He was about to get up when he heard a noise from his lover. “Gan Ning?”

“Hey...”

“Yeah?”

The older boy looked up at him, “So… you know it’s my birthday coming up…”

-o--o--o-(O)-o--o--o-

THE END!



source: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3146701/1/The_DW_Yaoi_Collection
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Lu Xun is the best uke in DW, the story was good, i liked it^^
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Zhen Ji’s Book (For Hard Core Yaoi Fangirls)


Zhou Yu sat on the couch in his apartment’s living room, it’s his apartment and Sun Ce just lives there. He looked up as Sun Ce walked out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee.

“Damn, Zhou Yu, you make good coffee.” Sun Ce smirked taking a sip, “I love you, will you marry me and bear my children.”

“Only if you wear the dress.” Zhou Yu scoffed turning back to his book and attempting to ignore any furthur comments.

Sun Ce licked his lips, “What if I were to suck you off right now?” He placed his coffee cup down on a table and stalked towards Zhou Yu.

“I still wouldn’t wear the dress.” Zhou Yu replied pulling his knees up to his chest. “And don’t even think about it, I’m trying to read.”

Sun Ce sat next to him on the couch. “Watcha reading?”

“Why do you need to know?”

Sun Ce shrugged and moved closer to Zhou Yu, trying to see the title of the book. “Hardcore… Yaoi? What’s that?”

Zhou Yu jumped; he hadn’t noticed Sun Ce getting so close. “Go away I’m trying to read!”

Sun Ce beamed; he grabbed Zhou Yu’s ankles and pulled his leg’s away from his chest. “Just pretend like I’m not here.”

Zhou Yu jerked away from him. “But I’m…”

“Easy pretty boy… You know what I think...?”

Zhou Yu sighed, placing his book down on the coffee table. “What do you ‘think’ Sun Ce?”

“I think we should have sex.”

Zhou Yu scoffed. “Thank you for putting it so bluntly!”

Sun Ce pouted. “No seriously, we haven’t done it since Zhang He’s party.”

“You know why?”

“No… Why?”

“Because I’m pregnant.”

Sun Ce twitched. “Really?”

Zhou Yu sighed. “No.”

Realization dawned and Sun CE smiled, “OH! Heh… good one… now let’s do it.”

“But…” Zhou Yu suddenly felt himself being pressed into the couch by a much larger body, “RAPE! RAPE!”

“Shut up, I haven’t even gotten your panties off yet.”

Zhou Yu whimpered as he felt Sun Ce’s hands deviling under his shirt. “I just… wanted to read my…” Sun Ce silenced him, catching his lips in a heated kiss.

Zhou Yu, half hard and rising fast, started noticing the hands that were running along his back had continued down and were massaging his ass, which wasn’t that bad off a feeling actually.

He found himself ‘unwillingly’ moaning into Sun Ce’s mouth.

One of Sun Ce’s hands moved up to lightly tweak one of Zhou Yu’s nipples. The other boy melted against the couch, he was already panting. Yes… Sun Ce was just that good.

Just as suddenly as he’d started ‘rapeing’ Zhou Yu, he stopped.

Zhou Yu screamed. “Damn you, bastard.”

Sun Ce took his shirt off; revealing all that rock hard Sun Ce muscle everyone knew was there. “Hey! What happened to, ‘RAPE! RAPE!’?”

Zhou Yu shivered, but it wasn’t because he was cold. “Please just…”

“Fuck you?”

Zhou Yu would have glared if he wasn’t so horny. “You put it so bluntly.” he whined.

Sun Ce leaned forward and nibbled on Zhou Yu’s ear. “Knew you couldn’t resist me.”

Zhou Yu whimpered. “Yes, you’re a sex god now just fuck me!”

Sun Ce smirked. “Where’s the…”

Zhou Yu started shuffling around and reaching in between the cushions. “Lube, here.” Zhou Yu handed him a small tube.

Sun Ce snatched it from him; an odd look crossed his face. He smirked. “Get up and strip.”

Zhou Yu gasped, this wasn’t something he normal would agree to doing, but this wasn’t a normal case scenario… and besides… He was damn horny. He wanted to stand naked in the middle his living room in front of his sex god. He was now rock hard and the thought of striping for Sun Ce really turned him on.

So he slipped off his pants and underwear, takeing his time to do so and putting on a bit of a show by bending down far more then nessisary, Sun Ce did the same and began stroking his massive erection. Zhou Yu slipped off his shirt and crawled back to the couch. “Reward me.”

Sun Ce looked Zhou Yu over carefully. His young body was all smooth planes and ridges of lean muscle, slim hips, tight ass and rock hard cock standing straight up. Sun Ce smirked. “You’re exceptional, I suppose.” he said with mock arrogance.

Zhou Yu scoffed. “Oh please.”

“Now come here.”

“You know… I don’t think I will.”

“Zhou Yu!”

“Just kidding.”

Zhou Yu sat sideways on Sun Ce’s lap; he leaned forwards and planted a hot wet kiss on Sun Ce’s lips. The kiss soon deepened as Sun Ce thrust his tongue into Zhou Yu’s mouth. Sun Ce's hands were running all over Zhou Yu's silky body, worshipping the boy with his mouth. He felt Zhou Yu arch up underneath him as he sucked on a nipple. Sun Ce reached over to the table where he’d put the lube, and squeezed some out into his hand. Softly, he stroked the inside of Zhou Yu's thighs, spreading them apart more.

Zhou Yu ran his hands over the chiseled muscles of Sun Ce' back, gasping at the attention the older boy's mouth was giving him. When he felt the first finger slip inside him, he moaned at the feeling. It was unfamiliar, but as Sun Ce moved it in and out, he involuntarily lifted his hips, wanting more. Sun Ce gave it to him, sliding in a second finger and then a third, searching for Zhou Yu's pleasure spot. He knew when he found it; the younger boy arched up off the bed and gave a strangled cry. Faster and faster, he moved his fingers in and out of Zhou Yu's body, until the boy was sobbing. "Sun Ce! Please!"

Sun Ce wanted to tease Zhou Yu more; but his own desire was impossible to ignore any longer. So he removed his fingers and waited until he had Zhou Yu's attention once again. The longhaired boy whimpered as he watched Sun Ce smooth more of the lube on his hard length. He wanted it so badly; then Sun Ce was pressing just the tip against Zhou Yu's entrance and he forgot all else but the need to be filled once again. The pressure drove him insane, and the sight of the beautiful man holding his legs apart and preparing to enter him was too much. "Do it," Zhou Yu squeaked desperately. "Take me, Sun Ce."

There was a limit to even Sun Ce' self-control, and that was it; whispering the boy's name, he pushed inside, past the tight ring of muscle. He knew Zhou Yu would be tight, this was incredible; Zhou Yu's body gripped him, trying to keep him out, while Zhou Yu himself begged for more.

Zhou Yu gasped for breath; the pleasure-pain filled him as he was invaded. Then Sun Ce started to thrust shallowly inside him, and the cock inside him brushed against that spot again. Suddenly, all was pleasure, all was perfect; he craved every thrust. Every time Sun Ce filled him, he rode higher, until all he could think about was the next wave of ecstasy. Mindless, he cried Sun Ce' name, and thrashed below him. He felt the man's hand wrap around his cock; Sun Ce stroked him and pounded him until Zhou Yu was sure he would die.

Building up to a throbbing crescendo of passion, the two moved together; Sun Ce lost in the tight responsiveness of his lover and Zhou Yu wondering if anything was allowed to feel this good. The end was near, and Zhou Yu was first, pumping out his hot seed all over them, screaming at the top of his lungs. Sun Ce quickly followed, burying himself one more time in the tight heat that drew from him the most intense climax of his life. Both boys stilled, savoring the final moments of completion; Zhou Yu clung to Sun Ce' arms, and the others back was arched, his head flung back.

Sun Ce leaned over Zhou Yu satiated body and grabbed his book off the coffee table. “Hey Zhou Yu… Where’d you get this?”

Zhou Yu’s cheeks turned pink, he cleared his throat. “Zhen Ji gave it to me.”

Sun Ce nodded slowly, “And who, exactly, are you going to try this on?”

Zhou Yu blushed miserably. “She didn’t say, she just told me I might enjoy reading it.”

Sun Ce raised an eyebrow, “And do you?”

“Yes…”

Sun Ce grinned and shook his head. "Perverts." Tossing the book onto the floor, he leaned down and plastered a wet, smacking kiss on his protesting lover. “So… Have you gotten to chapter three yet?”

“Sun Ce!”

The End
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Chapter One: A Cold Winter’s Night

It was a brisk night in Japan during the Sengoku period with wars raging all around the country for power. On this particular night, it was snowing rather hard and many people were walking quickly to their homes to get out of the cold and inside where sake was awaiting them.

Out in this weather, was a young teen walking with a slightly older man, the teen carrying numerous and various bundles in his arms. He was scarcely covered, but the man ahead of him didn’t seem to notice or care. “Ranmaru – Kun, keep up now; we are almost at Azuchi,” said the man. Ranmaru looked at the man ahead of him with half-closed eyes and nodded only once as he shivered violently, his body numb with cold.

“Yes, Nobunaga – Sama…” Ranmaru said, jogging a bit to keep up as they entered the castle and went up several floors to Nobunaga’s quarters. Once there, Ranmaru felt a sneeze coming on and fought hard to keep it at bay as he waited for his lord to sit and motion for him to put down the bundles and join him.

“Close the door, Ranmaru – Kun…” Nobunaga said tiredly as he sat down before a low table and a servant rushed to him with a bottle of sake and several small sake cups, pouring it swiftly and carefully so as not to anger Nobunaga. “When you see fit, you may put those packages on the floor next to the bookcase and sit with me here.”

“Thank you, Nobunaga – Sa – aaaaaaCHOOO!” Ranmaru couldn’t hold it any longer and he sneezed on suddenly, causing him to drop the bundles and cover his nose and mouth with his hands so as not to dirty the said items. Nobunaga watched as he continued to sneeze two…three…four…five times in succession, each more forceful and louder than the one that came before it.

After a moment of ensuring that he was finished, Ranmaru dropped to the floor in a bow and said, “Forgive me, Nobunaga – Sama; it caught me off guard.”

Nobunaga waved it off. “It was an accident; I will overlook it as long as the packages did not get dirty. Now, come and drink sake with me. I long for company and Lady Noh is not here to abate it.”

“Yes, Nobunaga – Sama,” Ranmaru said, sitting hurridly across from Nobunaga as he was poured a cup of sake and began to reach for it when Nobunaga reached out and stopped his hand with a gentle motion.

“Nai, not over there; sit here, close to me,” Nobunaga said, patting the place next to him. Not willing to disobey, Ranmaru stood and sat next to his master, his head lowered as he accepted his sake and began to sip it carefully, not doing so unless his lord drank.

“Ranmaru – Kun, do you have any plans for the next few days?” Nobunaga asked after a long silence.

“Nothing, my Lord, except serve you. I live for nothing else.” Nobunaga smiled as he lifted the cup to his lips and sipped.

“Is that so…?” he asked, though not loud enough for Ranmaru to hear him. It was little known knowledge in the castle – or anywhere for that matter – that Nobunaga loved his servant Ranmaru. He was so pretty and feminine, his large eyes and full lips similar to those of a woman’s, and his voice was smooth and soothing. The shogun often found himself being drawn close to his servant’s side and looking at him intently, as though surveying a fine item he wished to purchase but could not afford.

“Please, stay with me tonight.”

“Nobunaga – Sama, don’t you wish for me to sleep with the other servants? I am not worthy of such an offer…”

“Please, Ranmaru…I insist on it,” Nobunaga said softly, taking Ranmaru’s chin in his hand.

“If my Lord commands it…” Ranmaru said finally, avoiding Nobunaga’s eyes.

“I do…” Nobunaga said, reaching for the neck of Ranmaru’s top to pull it open.

“Nobunaga – Sama - -!” Ranmaru said breathlessly in shock, stopping himself from pulling the shogun’s hands off of his clothes. He looked up at his lord with frightened brown eyes, his lips quivering. At that moment, Nobunaga was sure that he wanted Ranmaru.

“Do you trust me?” Nobunaga asked sensually, pulling back and gazing deeply into Ranmaru’s eyes, searching for any signs of resistance.

“Of course, Nobunaga – Sama…” Ranmaru answered. Following his answer, Nobunaga carefully pulled open his top and leaned in to nip at the younger male’s ear and neck as his hands felt around Ranmaru’s slender torso for his sensitive pink nipples.

“You are so beautiful, Ranmaru – Kun…” Nobunaga said, his lips moving down to Ranmaru’s collarbone where he bit and drew blood, causing the teenager to cry out.

“N-Nobunaga – Sama…!” he panted, a deep blush coming to his cheeks as the shogun callously clawed and pinched his white flesh. Before he could say anything else, Nobunaga had pushed him down onto the floor and towered over him on all fours, holding him by the wrists and waist so he couldn’t escape. Tears welled in his eyes and he tried to blink them away so Nobunaga wouldn’t see them before they fell. Too late; the shogun noticed and bent down to lick them away, his goatee brushing Ranmaru’s cheek and making him shiver.

Ranmaru closed his eyes and relaxed though he still shivered, biting his lip to try and stay silent so as not to alert the guards outside the room. He felt Nobunaga lean down and lick his ear before saying quietly, “If the cuckoo does not sing…kill it.” It was a simple line of eight words but it had the desired effect. It forced Ranmaru to cease his silence and at least act like he was enjoying the proceedings.

After he let a few soft moans escape his lips, Nobunaga pulled Ranmaru up to his feet and led him to his bedroom next door. He shoved Ranmaru’s slender form down onto the bed roll and straddled him, holding the younger male’s hands above his head and roughly kissed him as Ranmaru started to quietly protest.

“N-Nobunaga – Sama…please…I-I-I…” he started when the shogun slid his hand down over Ranmaru’s stomach and down between his legs, making his eyes go wide with fear. “I-I-I-I-I…ah, Nobunaga – Sama – aa!” Nobunaga stopped a moment to place a hand over his mouth.

“Shh…shh…quiet now…you don’t want to wake the other servants, do you?” he asked in a low tone. Ranmaru panted and looked at him fearfully with his large doe eyes a moment before cautiously shaking his head. “I thought not…now, be a good boy…” He replaced his hand where it had been before and lowered his head to kiss the teenager’s neck.

“Nobunaga – Sama…wh – what will Lady Noh say if she finds out?” Ranmaru asked in a whisper, his cheeks growing warm and his eyelid heavy.

“Lady Noh doesn’t have to know…just relax now…” Nobunaga said, his tone becoming sterner as his hand flexed, causing to Ranmaru whimper and throw his head back against the floor.

“Aah…Nobu…Nobunaga – Sama…please…it – it…you…you’re…you’re hurting me…! Nobunaga – Sama, don’t, please!!”

The next morning, Ranmaru woke up on his stomach with sunlight streaming peskily into his face, his clothes discarded in a neat folded pile next to him and Nobunaga nowhere to be found in the lavishly furnished room. The covers and bed roll were made from the highest quality of silk, the walls were bare, but around them were tables with painted vases and chests of drawers made from bamboo and dark woods, a collection of swords and spears decorating the walls over several decorative changing screens.

Rising from the covers, Ranmaru got onto his hands and knees and stretched, reaching for his clothes when sharp pain rode up his back like a cavalry of horses, forcing him to still until the pain subsided. The next time he tried, he did so much more slowly and carefully so as not to aggravate his backside. Pulling on his meager garments and searching for his tunic, he found instead an expensive silk winter kimono in its place. Lifting his onto his lap, he looked at it in awe as his fingers rolled over the slightly raised patterns. It was purple of course, but not quite, almost maroon or wine colored with a red collar and adorned with sakura designs. He was wondering if it was for him as he had seen the shogun wear it before and was readying to put it away when the door slid open and Nobunaga said, “Yes, it is for you to wear, Ranmaru – Kun…”

Ranmaru jumped and held it to his bare and pale chest, looking in his lord’s direction to see who it was before relaxing. “Oh, Nobunaga – Sama…I cannot accept this…I’m just a servant - -”

“But I want you to wear it; I picked it out especially for you. I’ll never wear it again as the color doesn’t look as good on me as it will on you.”

“But, Nobunaga – Sama - - !” Ranmaru said as Nobunaga swept over to him and stood him up, taking the kimono to put it on him and lifting the obi after fitting it on just perfect.

“There, see? It does look better on you. Now, come along outside; my officers and I are planning an attack.”

“Where? What attack, my Lord?”

“You will not be participating in the battle, Ranmaru, but you may listen in as long as you stay silent and do not speak.”

“Yes, Nobunaga – Sama; I will do as you ask of me,” Ranmaru said, bowing. “And thank you for you for the clothes. I will wear them all the time.”
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These are quite interesting.
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Chapter Two: Lord of Mino

Ranmaru was running errands a few days after the incident with Nobunaga for the castle out in the city by himself, a basket full of items slung over his arm as he walked. He was wearing the beautiful kimono that Nobunaga had given him with pride – though digging about in it for his purse of yen – as he walked and accidentally bumped into a group of four noblemen talking in a group, being knocked back onto his rump and his basket being flung from his hand as one of them retaliated angrily.

“Watch where you’re going, servant boy! Next time you’ll suffer much worse than a knock down!” he hissed. Ranmaru looked up at him with fearful puppy eyes and scurried into a low bow at his feet, begging for his forgiveness.

A little ways away, several other noblemen heard the commotion and turned or walked over to see what was going on. The men from the original group started chortling as they surrounded Ranmaru, one of them reaching down and grabbing him by his ponytail, forcing his head up and back painfully as he bit back a cry of agony, biting his lip.

“Look at him, he looks like a woman!”

“Awful pretty for a servant boy. Whose are you?” one sneered in his ear.

“I – I – I am a servant of Nobunaga – Sama! Please, let me go!” Ranmaru pleaded.

A few stands down, a tall man with waist-length black hair and purple and silver armor walked out into the street, hearing the commotion. He looked down in the direction of the ever growing crowd and placed a hand on his scabbard as he narrowed his eyes, walking over. “What is going on? What’s all the noise about?” he asked, worming his way into mob.

Ranmaru looked at the man in the purple out of the corner of his eyes as he tried to remain composed in his predicament. “Please, help me…!”

“Don’t you talk to the Lord of Mino like - -!” said one of the noblemen when a katana was placed under his chin, forcing him to look at the man in purple.

“Let him go. Now, before I slit your throat and get your blood all over Lord Nobunaga’s nice clean streets.”

The noblemen swiftly released Ranmaru and shoved him so that he fell face first onto the ground at the samurai’s feet, awaiting a punishment that was sure to come…

But instead, his hand was touched and he was slowly helped up by the stranger, Ranmaru being careful to avoid his eyes as he bowed low. “T-Thank you, sir. I cannot express how grateful I am!”

The man in purple merely chuckled, a warm, melodious sound. “No need to thank me; I saw you were in trouble and I did what I thought was right. I’m just glad you’re not hurt. What’s you’re name?”

Ranmaru felt his cheeks burn in the cool winter air and he tried to keep his eyes down. “M-Mori Ranmaru, sir. I serve the Oda…”

“I am Akechi Mitsuhide, Lord of Mino. I’ve come to speak with your master, Oda Nobunaga.”

Ranmaru said Mitsuhide’s name in his head over and over again, touching his lips lightly as he did so. It was a good name…and it had a nice ring to it when he said it.

“Yes, of course, Mitsuhide – Sama. I can show you the way to the castle if you wish…” Ranmaru said after he had picked up all of the items that had fallen out of his basket and replaced it on his arm. Mitsuhide smiled.

“I would be honored if you would,” he said as he fell into step with Ranmaru. The teenager was ecstatic; since the nobleman was walking with him, it gave him more time to look over his savior.

His hair was long, dark and silky-looking, catching the sunlight and shimmering like dark water as it waved behind him slightly in the soft breeze. His face was smooth and rounded with a slightly pointed chin, his features refined and almost perfect. His dark eyes were soulful and warm, like his kind voice. He was nicely built, thin yet muscled, and taller than the average man of the times.

He didn’t walk quite like a man of status, but also not like a commoner, almost as though he had found a way to fit in comfortably with his surroundings. Had Ranmaru not known that Mitsuhide was a nobleman, he would’ve thought he was just a skilled samurai.

After leading Mitsuhide into the castle, they parted ways: Ranmaru had chores to finish with the other servants, and Mitsuhide was accompanied by another servant to Nobunaga’s quarters. Shortly after unloading his basket, he was summoned to have tea with the two.

Nobunaga, who was looking rather sour, immediately brightened once Ranmaru entered the room, motioning for him to sit down next to him and across from Mitsuhide. The nobleman blinked at his presence, then nodded his head once in greeting as Ranmaru bowed his.

“So, Mitsuhide – Sama, what can I do for the Lord of Mino?” Nobunaga asked loftily as Ranmaru poured the tea.

“I’ve noted that you want to start a revolution, correct?” Mitsuhide asked carefully. Nobunaga nodded a few times.

“Correct.”

“I was hoping I could join you, if I may.” Nobunaga tilted his head back and thought for a moment, as though weighing his possibilities. After a tense moment, the answer came.

“I could use another good warrior, I suppose. I see no immediate threat. Welcome to the Oda Army, Mitsuhide – Sama. Now, let us discuss our plans…”

As the two talked over the battle plans, Ranmaru continued to gaze across the low table at the nobleman almost obsessively. Before long, though, Nobunaga was ushering him into his bedroom and sliding the door closed, leaving him by himself in the bedroom.

He settled down next to the bedroll and continued to think about Mitsuhide as he slowly drifted off to sleep.
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Zhou Yu and Lu Xun

Zhao Yun and Ma Chao

Zhang He and Sima Yi

Liu Bei and Zhuge Liang

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yay pics XD
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Sun Ce & Zhou Yu

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Mitsunari & Sakon

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KOOL X3 more pics yay ^^ they should make one with gan ning and umm hmmm someone ^^
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Chapter 1- All is fair in love.

Mitsunari Ishida ruled Japan. After a stunning and seemingly hopeless victory at Sekigahara, he had defeated Ieyasu Tokugawa and seized control of the land. The whole land was his and he had his loyal friends to thank.

Yukimura Sanada. A sweet young man who never gave up hope in him.

Kanetsugu Naoe. His best friend since the start and a hopelessly devoted man of honor.

Kejji Maeda. Japans wildest and perhaps craziest warrior.

And……

Sakon Shima.

A man devoted to peace and hated injustice. He was handsome and brave. Wise and caring. He was a man that Mitsunari would immediately relax when around. Usually only Kanetsugu had that luxury.

What Mitsunari felt for Sakon was different than what he felt for Kanetsugu, however.

He loved Kanetsugu. He was his best friend in the whole world. He would do anything for him and Kanetsugu would do the same. They shared secrets and confided in each other countless times. No one knew Mitsunari, like Kanetsugu did. They were the best of friends.

But that was it.

They were JUST best friends.

They had once, almost, been lovers. But he remembers what Kanetsugu told him that day.

“I do love you, Mitsunari. But this love…..is not romantic. You are my best friend and you are like a brother to me. I want to see you happy. Truly happy with some one who will take perfect care of you.”

“But you take perfect care of me!!” Mitsunari remembered himself pleading.

“Mitsunari. I will always look after you, but I do not deserve to be the one in your heart…. Hahahaha! Silly! Don’t cry!”

To this day, Mitsunari still denied that he cried. Kanetsugu was right. The love they shared was not romantic. He had to move on and forget about his gold-eyed best friend.

Then, Sakon Shima had come into his life. His eyes were not as gold as Kanetsugu’s. They were an almost muted gold. His eyes were not as big, either. Sakon was manlier and well build. His face was incredibly handsome and he had a simply barbaric, yet interesting personality.

Despite all of Mitsunari’s growing resentment to the feeling he was being to develop, he could help but fall for him. Every time he’d see the strategist that helped him win the battle of Sekigahara, he couldn’t help but get butterflies in his stomach. He couldn’t help but fall for the man who had fought so fiercely beside him, the man who could woo with a smile and the man that could always make him laugh.

He had two problems.

The first one was, that he had no idea how Sakon felt about him. He knew that Sakon and he were friends. Did Sakon have interest in him as well?

Problem two. Kanetsugu.

Would Kanetsugu approve? He valued Kanetsugu’s opinion above everyone else’s. What if he disapproved? Kanetsugu had a habit of being protective.

Mitsunari figured that it would be easier to talk to Kanetsugu first. They WERE best friends after all. So Mitsunari gathered up his courage and went off to find his companion.

Kanetsugu blinked in confusion. He’d been watching Kejji drink the young Yukimura under the table and could fathom how the young Sanada was still conscious.

Yukimura eventually slammed his head down on the table in defeat and Kejji let out a hoot of victory.

“WOOHOO!! ALRIGHT!! IM THE MAN!!”

Kanetsugu sighed. What a long night. It wasn’t even half-way over yet.

“AW! What’s wrong Kanetsugu??” Kejji bellowed. “Do you need a hug?”

Kanetsugu’s eyes widened slightly and a delicate blush crossed his face. Kejji took it as a yes and charged at him. Kanetsugu, however was a step ahead, and placed up a split second barrier with his cards…. Which Kejji ran strait into with a thud. Kejji recovered and tried pounding on it. Alas, it was as strong as a brick wall.

It was at this point, that Mitsunari entered and surveyed the scene. He decided not to ask and walked over to his friend.

“Kanetsugu. Can we talk?”

Kanetsugu smiled sweetly up at Mitsunari and nodded. “Of course, my friend. Here or alone?”

Mitsunari blushed instantly. “Alone, please.”

Kanetsugu nodded in understanding and got to his feet.

“Kanetsugu!” Kejji whined behind the barrier. “Let me hug you!”

Kanetsugu laughed. “No thanks. You’d crush me.”

Kejji tried to pout and failed miserably. “Come on, Kanetsugu! I’ll be gentle! I promise!”

Kanetsugu shook his head and began to follow Mitsunari out. “Sorry Kejji. I think you’re just too much man for me.”

The comment had left Kejji speechless and sputtering. Kanetsugu laughed and went outside with Mitsunari.

“A tease, like always.” Mitsunari smirked.

Kanetsugu smiled back and leaned against a wall. “I am not.”

“Are too.”

Kanetsugu smirked. “I’m not getting into that childish argument.”

Mitsunari sighed. “Are you incapable of having a relationship?”

Kanetsugu blinked for a moment. “Kejji is a nice man. A bit over zealous, but a nice man. We are polar opposites. It wouldn’t work out.”

“Thank you, for proving my point.”

Kanetsugu gave him a play full shove. “Is that what you came here to tell me?”

Mitsunari suddenly felt a lump in his throat. “N-no….. It’s….. About Sakon.”

Kanetsugu paused and looked concerned. “Mitsunari….. Did he do something?”

“No! Not at all! It’s about….me. I guess… You see, I think I may….. Like him….like that.”

Kanetsugu got a blank expression that Mitsunari couldn’t read. Damnit! He hated that expression!

Moments of silence ebbed over them and just when Mitsunari felt he would explode in frustration, Kanetsugu spoke up.

“Are you happy?”

“Hun?”

Kanetsugu’s face was still un-readable. “Are you happy with the thought of him?”

“I- well……yes.”

Then Kanetsugu smiled. “Then I approve. As long as he treats you well that is.”

“Really?!”

“Yes, really. But if he hurts you….not even heaven will save him from me.”

Mitsunari hugged Kanetsugu tightly. “Thank you so much, Kanetsugu! This means so much to me!”

Kanetsugu let go of him. “I know it does. Go for him, Mitsunari. I will be cheering for you. Like I always have.”

Mitsunari smiled, full of determination. He set off to find Sakon and figure out if that man, liked him too!

Kanetsugu watched his friend go. Sakon better not harm him. He’d pay dearly if he did.

“There you are! Now come get a HUG!!”

“Eeep!”

End of chapter 1
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