Samurai Times

Chapter 6


A/N…. Ok, it’s going to be for real this time, not a dream!!!


As the door closed behind Tohma, Shuichi got very nervous. He started squirming in his chair and his eyes darted all around the room, as if looking for a way to escape the ensuing discussion. When he realized that there was no avoiding the samurai, he finally turned his eyes toward the warrior and spoke. "Eiri-san, I'm sorry. I never meant to cause you pain."

Eiri watched the sensei's discomforted actions. He too was feeling a bit anxious at how this talk was going to progress. When he heard Shuichi apologize, he put a hand up, almost placing his fingertips directly on Shuichi's quivering lips. Keeping his voice and tone very low-keyed he decided to speak. "Shuichi, you haven't caused me pain. That I did to myself. All you have done is tried to be nice to me." He studied the features on Shuichi's face. The shape of his face, eyes, nose, mouth: all of them so familiar and yet so very different. "I owe you an apology. Seguchi-sama was right. I have been trying to avoid you. At first, I was upset that I had to go get you, but when I saw you..." He couldn't go on as a tears reformed in his eyes.

Shuichi saw the pain in Eiri's eyes, he knew what it was. "When you saw me, you saw your Ryuichi, right?"

Eiri's eyes flew open wide and his mouth gaped momentarily. Half from shock and half in anger, he bolted out of his chair, slammed his fists on the table and demanded, "How do you know about Ryuichi!?"

Violet eyes blinked rapidly, the question coming as an attack from the warrior. Shuichi jumped up and ran to the other room, threw himself on his futon and started to cry. This was not what he wanted. He never meant to anger Eiri, now he just made matters worse. At this rate, not only would they not be able to work out their existing problems, he had just created another. He emotionally kicked himself over and over at making the statement and infuriating Eiri even more.

He kept his silent berating of himself going until he heard footsteps walking towards his room and then felt the mattress of his futon sag as Eiri came in and sat beside him. Then a calm hand started to gently stroke the back of his head and down his neck. “You’re so much like him. It couldn’t be coincidence.”

Shuichi raised his head slightly, but not enough to dislodge the hand on his head. He felt somewhat comforted and relieved that Eiri didn’t seem angry now. He turned his head and looked up at the face that was looking down at him, moist golden eyes meeting tear-filled violet eyes. Knowing he had to disclose all he knew, he finally got up, swung his feet over the side of the futon and sat next to Eiri. Clasping his hands in his lap and staring down at them, he made the confession. “It’s not a coincidence. This was all planned by Seguchi-sama and Lady Mika. They brought me here for you.”

Eiri’s hand fell from the back of Shuichi’s head when he sat up and made the confession about the warlord’s plot. He wasn’t angered, just sad. “It should have dawned on me earlier. They have been after me for some time to find someone to replace Ryuichi. I just wasn’t ready. But how did they find you?”

Shuichi told him all he knew: the search for a new teacher and then finding him at the school, the correspondence and finally his talks with Tatsuha and Lady Mika confirming everything. He told it all and then he told of his plan to make Eiri notice him through the kendo lessons.

Eiri listened to it all without interruption. When Shuichi was done, he haughtily asked, “And your feelings towards me- are they your true feelings or are they also being paid for?”

A gasp escaped the young sensei. If Eiri thought that the only reason he reacted like this was because he was paid to woo Eiri, then all would be lost. He needed to clarify things more. “NO! They brought me here and I thought it was to teach... Nobody paid me to fall in love with you. I did that on my own…” His hands flew up to his mouth and eyes as if to cover over the words that he just had spoken and hide from the samurai. He started to shake uncontrollably and thought, ‘Oh no, I said it. I didn’t mean to. Now I’m dead.’

Eiri too was shocked at the revelation springing forth from Shuichi’s lips. Still, somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that he was telling the truth. As he watched renewed tears stream down Shuichi’s face and seep between slender fingers, he mellowed. He wrapped his arm around Shuichi’s upper arm and pulled him closer, allowing Shuichi to cry on his shoulder. He hadn’t noticed that he was also crying at the words that sprang forth from the pink-haired man. Somehow, he didn’t know why or how, he had taken a liking to Shuichi and he felt guilty. With a shaky voice, he nuzzled Shuichi’s neck and made his own confession. “I didn’t want to like you. I knew when I first saw you that there was something about you that I liked. Every time we were forced together, I saw the look on your face. Each time, it became clearer to me that you were attracted to me, really attracted. I’m the one who’s sorry. I didn’t want to be attracted to you.”

He tried to sniff back his tears and regain his composure. He placed a hand under Shuichi’s chin and lifted it up so they could see each other’s faces. When Shuichi’s eyes quit flowing like an unbridled stream, he continued. “I thought that I was disrespecting the feelings I still carried for Ryuichi. I felt that if I ever looked at another the way I had looked at him, I would be betraying the love we shared. I was wrong.” He scanned Shuichi’s face to see if he was making any sense. When a smile started on two quivering lips, he knew he was making headway. “I don’t know how or why, but slowly you broke through the barrier I had put up around my heart. I knew that day in the courtyard, when you were being so pathetically inept with your kendo, that I had fallen for you. I just didn’t want it, not again. The idea of being with someone and then losing him scared me.”

He smiled and gave a little laugh. “Looking back at the kendo lesson now, I knew you were faking your inabilities. I saw you out of the corner of my eye when I was helping the children. You would use proper form but as soon as I would come towards you, you broke form. You wanted me to correct you, touch you. That’s why I told you to do it right or I wouldn’t allow you to stay. I liked what you were doing, the way you wanted me and I wanted you. I just couldn’t admit it to myself, so I got angry with you instead.”

Shuichi smiled back as his tears completely dried up from his eyes. Still, he didn’t know if he could ever break all the way into Eiri’s heart with the memories of Ryuichi living there. “I knew from the moment I saw you that I wanted to be with you. I didn’t learn of the plan to get us together until sometime after I got here. You have to believe me. I really do love you.”

While one arm held onto Shuichi’s back, the other came up to pull Shuichi’s head back down onto Eiri’s shoulder so he could nuzzle his neck again. Keeping a firm but gentle touch, he turned his cheek to rub it against the side of Shuichi’s head. Sighing he said, “I know you do, and I think I am in love with you too. The only question is what can we do about it? I’m still afraid of letting anyone back into my life, not the way I did with Ryu.”

Shuichi let Eiri cuddle against him. He delighted in the caress on his head, the warm breath on his neck. He closed his eyes and gave his own sigh. He didn’t know how to respond. Ryuichi had been the love of his life, and here he was looking so much like the man that was forever inscribed on Eiri’s soul and heart. Words escaped him, and finally, he knew what he had to do. He pulled back from the warm embrace, wrapped his arms around Eiri’s neck and reached up and gave him a passionate kiss.

Eiri closed his eyes when those soft lips made contact with his own. He took pleasure in the feel of passion and of being wanted again. He pulled Shuichi up until he was sitting on his lap, never breaking the kiss. He allowed Shuichi to press harder against him and he finally gave way to his pent up feelings. He deepened the kiss, and gingerly parted his lips and allowed his tongue to glide out and brush against Shuichi’s lips. When Shuichi parted his lips, Eiri took the invitation and entered, savoring the sweetness of Shuichi’s mouth as their tongues began playing a little game swirling and twirling around one another. The game came to a heady halt when Eiri inhaled and was able to suck on Shuichi’s tongue, extracting not only more of his sweet taste but a loving moan.

Shuichi melted against Eiri, He allowed his mouth to be dominated by the samurai and he wove his fingers into dark blond hair as he pulled Eiri’s head as close to his as possible. His mind was absorbed in the sensations that Eiri was giving him. When the need to breathe became too great, he finally had to break from the kiss gasping for air. As he pulled back, he peered into Eiri’s eyes. Instead of the disdain he had seen before, now there was reflective love. The sunlight that came in through the window danced in those golden orbs creating the effect of diamonds on a golden sea.

After the two were able to catch a breath their lips locked again and Eiri shifted on the futon. He leaned back until he was lying on his back, head resting on a silken pillow. Shuichi was pulled with him until he was lying on top of Eiri. As the kiss continued, Eiri’s hands were able to roam over Shuichi’s back and sides and after several minutes, those strong but gentle hands were working their way under Shuichi’s haori. He caressed the soft skin on Shuichi’s back as he moved his kisses from tender lips along a cheek and jaw and then onto his neck. He lingered at the pulse line momentarily, which extracted a throaty moan from the young sensei.

Shuichi was swooning as Eiri’s warm breath bathed his neck, and when he felt those lips start to suck gently at his pulse, he became completely undone. He moaned and turned his head to the side, allowing Eiri free access to do with him as he pleased.

Eiri loved to hear the noises Shuichi was making, letting him know how he enjoyed every little touch. He got lost in the melodic tone of Shuichi’s moaning. This only spurred him on, wanting to give as much pleasure to the other man as possible. He slowly started to roll onto his side, holding onto Shuichi so he couldn’t fall too quickly. When the two were lying side by side, he was able to free up one of his hands and move it between their chests and down to their waists. As he kissed along the crook of Shuichi’s neck and shoulder, he took little time in untying both of the sashes to their haoris.

When undone, he was able to slip a hand inside the gap that Shuichi’s untied top created. Once that barrier was breached, he ran his fingers gingerly over soft flesh, searching and then finding a slightly erect nub. He gave great pleasure as he teased the little nipple with his fingertips of one hand as the other hand reached around to start sliding the shoulder and sleeve of the top off. Once one shoulder and arm were freed, the other side was quickly taken care of until the only thing still covering the young teacher was his hakama. He was rewarded for his actions when Shuichi shuddered as he was played like a Biwa (stringed instrument).

While Shuichi was being carefully fondled by Eiri, he too was exploring the toned body of the samurai. The feeling of their two bared abdomen rubbing together as the haoris were opened gave Shuichi shivers of delight. As experienced fingers played with him, Shuichi was able to take one of his hands and slide it along Eiri’s side and onto his back. He marveled at the softness of the skin over firmly toned muscles. He was about to explore other parts of Eiri’s body when he felt a jolt of electricity run though him and down to his groin. Eiri had dipped his head down and replaced his fingers with his warm tongue, glancing over and around his left nipple.

Soon, Shuichi was being guided down onto his back and Eiri took position on top. Eiri maneuvered his hands until they had extracted Shuichi’s from his back and their fingers were intertwined. Next, he moved their clasped hands so that they were stretching just above Shuichi’s head, all the while keeping up his oral assault on Shuichi’s nipples. He continued his kisses and tongue actions on the smaller man’s chest and started inching his body downward, leaving a trail of tongued kisses from Shuichi’s chest to his navel. A quick swirl of his tongue as it dipped into the navel brought a gasp from Shuichi as the young man arched up closer to Eiri. Shuichi was getting more aroused with every action that Eiri did. When his navel was attacked by that warm, wet tongue, he felt shocks go straight from his belly to his now growing erection.

Eiri loved the way Shuichi responded to his every move and when he felt something hard and long press against his own abdomen, he became surer that what he was doing was appreciated. As he started to move farther down, he momentarily removed his grip on Shuichi’s hands and used his own to dip into the waistband on the hakama. After untying the fabric belting that held them on, he sat up and leaned against his own ankles. Shuichi lifted his hips off the bed and allowed the samurai to slide the fabric pants off and, moving just enough to allow total removal of the pants, extracted them and leaving Shuichi totally naked. Eiri took a moment to stare down at the nude body before him and smiled. Shuichi was better toned than his baggy clothes indicated and as his eyes explored further he found the young man to be more endowed than he would have thought. There, surrounded by dark curls was a shaft no less than six inches in length. He smiled and gave a little laugh as he noticed that the natural color of the curls was not pink. “So, you dye your hair. I wondered how it was possible to have dark pink hair. Looks like you’re a brunet.”

Shuichi’s face turned every shade of pink from pale to bright magenta at the observed comment. His hands instinctively went from their place on the bed to cover his face in his embarrassment. A shy “Hai” was all he could say.

Eiri felt bad. He didn’t mean to embarrass his new love; it was just that he really had been curious. He took Shuichi’s hands and pulled them away from his face. “I apologize, Shu-chan. I didn’t mean to make you feel self conscious.” He then leaned down and gave Shuichi a deep kiss. That worked when the kiss was met with as much enthusiasm as it was given. Soon, the little comment was forgotten.

Shuichi decided that he wanted to do some of his own exploring. As Eiri sat back up, their fingers again interwoven, he sat up too. He looked Eiri in his lust-filled eyes and said, “My turn.” He then guided Eiri so he was lying down on his back, Shuichi ending up on top again. He released his hold on Eiri’s hands and moved them to undo the restraining tie on the other’s hakama and gave a firm tug, forcing Eiri to lift his hips so the confining material could be easily removed. Shuichi’s eyes grew wide when the hakama was thrown to the side and there before him, standing straight and tall, was Eiri’s own manhood, all ten inches of it. He gasped at the sight and kept staring at it. “You’re big,” was the awed response to such magnificence.

It was Eiri’s turn to blush, although he didn’t know he was doing so. He reached for Shuichi’s hands and once he took hold of them, pulled Shuichi down onto his chest. “You said something about your turn. What do you have in mind?”

Shuichi needed no further encouragement. He leaned down and kissed Eiri again, and then started his own trail of kisses from lips to nose and forehead. Eiri closed his eyes as Shuichi stroked his blond hair with one hand and took the other hand to caress his cheek. He admired the softness of the flesh as well as the look of contentment on the warrior’s face. When he leaned closer and placed a delicate kiss on a closed eyelid, Eiri moaned. He smiled and sat up slightly, resting his bum right on Eiri’s throbbing erection. Feeling the twitching cock against his creviced ass got Shuichi more excited than he already was. He quickly slid backwards off Eiri’s erection, rubbing his own manhood against the samurai’s. Both men moaned with the friction that enhanced their arousals.

Shuichi knew that neither could last much longer and he didn’t want to disappoint his warrior lover the first time they were together. He slid further down Eiri’s body leaving a trail of kisses on his chest and abdomen. He finally stopped moving his body and just used his mouth as he extended his tongue and ran it the entire length of Eiri’s shaft from base to tip.

Eiri was floating in a lust-filled ecstasy. When Shuichi’s tongue glanced across the top of his erection, he shuddered and reached up to weave his fingers in soft pink hair. He used his hands to encourage the young sensei to continue his actions. The use of that talented tongue was both torturous and delightful as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through his body. With a little more pressure on that pink-haired head, Shuichi switched from just using his tongue, and as he started his downward motion, opened his mouth and engulfed almost all of those wonderful ten inches. He slowly moved his head up and down, sucking gently at first then used a bit more suction with each upward movement towards the tip. He continued his actions and then as he reached the apex of the heated length, dipped his tongue in the eyelet slit at the top which was dripping with precum. He lapped up the slightly bittersweet fluid and licked his lips. “You taste wonderful,” was the only thing he could say as he ran his tongue one more time up and down the underside vein that was protruding and pulsating. When Shuichi stopped the oral attack on his shaft to speak, Eiri groaned in protest. He opened his eyes just to see violet eyes staring at him. “Why did you stop? I was enjoying it.”

Shuichi only smiled and crept seductively closer to Eiri’s face and whispered, “I think there’s something else we would both enjoy far more.”

Eiri shuddered at the implication. The samurai nodded once and waited until Shuichi repositioned his body back over this aching, very needy erection. He watched as the young teacher rose to his knees, took one hand and gently guided Eiri’s shaft against his pink puckered entrance.

Once he was positioned properly, Shuichi very slowly lowered his body allowing just the tip of the shaft to press firmly against and then enter past the tight sphincter. He let out a slight groan in pain as he continued to allow the girth and length of the samurai to penetrate him deeper.

Eiri used all his willpower to not try and force himself to move. He saw the pained look on the younger man’s face and knew that this had to be done at his own pace. Still, he marveled at the sensations that tightness evoked in him. Shuichi allowed more of his shaft to go deeper inside the warm cavern. When he was almost completely sheathed, Eiri bucked his hips instinctively, burying the rest of himself in Shuichi, deep inside that delicious feeling.

Shuichi felt that forced entry as Eiri thrust into him and he shot upright, all but dislodging Eiri from within him and gasped out “STOP!” He leaned forward, placing his hands on Eiri’s chest to keep from falling over. When the warrior quit moving, he wriggled his hips and found a position that was not painful. He panted for breath waiting for the pain to subside. Once the discomfort was eased, he slowed his breathing and slid back down, again sheathing Eiri’s length deep inside him.

Eiri waited patiently for Shuichi to adjust to the sensation of being filled so completely by his better than average shaft. He placed his hands on Shuichi’s hips, caressing them to help soothe the pain away. When Shuichi was once again fully penetrated he looked at the sweaty face of his new lover. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to hurt you. You tell me when you want me to move.”

A smile crossed Shuichi’s face when he heard this lover whisper words to comfort him. After a little more adjusting of his hips, Shuichi nodded. “It’s alright now.”

That was all the samurai needed to hear as he helped guide Shuichi up and down along his shaft and he gingerly started his thrusting. He maintained a slow pace being sure that the smaller man was not too uncomfortable with this new feeling of something so large inside him.

Shuichi used his hands to get proper leverage and also to indicate to Eiri how fast he should or shouldn’t move. As he became more accustomed to the feel of Eiri deep inside him, he eased his pressure on the other’s chest. He slowly started to meet the rhythm that Eiri was setting with his inward thrusts and as he got more used to it, was able to speed up his own motions. Eiri was pumping into Shuichi and on one inward push brushed up against the young sensei’s prostate, sending shivers of delight through Shuichi’s body. Over and over he would thrust and on almost every push, would rub that sensitive area so deep within his lover. Soon blinding whiteness overtook Shuichi and he closed his eyes as he got lost in the pleasure he was getting.

The two set a faster pace with Shuichi slamming his bum down against Eiri’s groin as Eiri thrust up into him. Both men were panting and their passion overtook them completely. Eiri would buck his hips high as Shuichi came down on his shaft. The pace became almost too much for Eiri as he wanted his release. Shuichi too was coming close to his climax. They both wanted the other to be as fulfilled with the experience, but were too absorbed in their lovemaking to say anything. Knowing that he would not hold out much longer, Eiri took a hand from Shuichi’s hip and wrapped it around Shuichi’s bouncing cock. He moved his hand in time with his thrusts, allowing his thumb to glide up and rub over the sensitive tip.

Shuichi relished the feel of Eiri’s hand on him, stroking and pumping him in time with their thrusting. It didn’t take more than a dozen strokes when Shuichi cried out “Eir-i!” and came. His hot white essence streamed out over Eiri’s hand and onto both of their chests and abdomens. When he was spent, he collapsed against Eiri’s chest, heaving for breaths. The force of Shuichi’s orgasm caused the already tightness of Shuichi’s tunnel to spasm, creating a vice-like grip on Eiri’s erection. That was all that was needed to send Eiri over the edge and he too came, calling out Shuichi’s name at the top of his lungs. His hot cum spew forth, filling and burning the sensitive tissues deep within that tightness. The two men rode out their orgasms clutched in each other’s arms, panting for air and feeling absolutely and totally satisfied.

Several minutes later, both men were breathing more normally. Still wrapped in each other’s embrace, Eiri grabbed the end of a blanket on the bed and threw it over the two of them. He stroked Shuichi’s back and as exhaustion overtook them, they fell asleep.