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There was a solitary cherry tree on the compound. Its long arms stretched out over the little pond and gave shade to a wise looking frog sitting on a rock. He was the only witness…
A long silence stretched out between two men. The sun blanketed the suspended garden, even the trees were still. Marena’s nervous hand was resting on his sword. It felt like his feet were growing roots into to the cool wooden floor. His lips trembled but he forced sound to come out. Little more than a frustrated grunt passed from the dark haired swordsman. His face twisted up with resolve and he raised his practice sword.
Jirozae’s autumn hair swayed in the soft wind that hurried past the two figures. The corners of his lips curved up in a smile. His adversary hesitated a moment but then continued the charge. Jiro drew his weapon to toss it aside. Marena couldn’t halt fast enough and struck him, immediately dropping his sword. He was caught in Jiro’s embrace.
The brunette laughed again and turned loose the dark haired warrior.
He took a step back then paused “No hard feelings Mare-chan. I’ll buy you a drink”
“…?”
“Maybe some girls too, they’ll help you spend your excess energy”
It was a wonderfully cool night in the licensed quarter. A playful breeze danced past the ladies and in and out of their rooms. A welcome breath of fresh air after such a hot day. The Okoe tea house was full of life because of a rumor circling that two distinguished samurai from the Nambu house were coming into town for a night. In her room O Hime quietly finished her make up, holding her luck charm tightly. She desperately wanted to see Marena again.
“Please…please…”
Just as a tear was about to smear her face paint…
“O Hime!”
“…?”
“Hurry and get ready! The samurai are here! It’s Marena-dono and some other man”
“Marena-dono!?”
Quickly the courtesan tucked her charm away and hurried off to greet the esteemed guests. She escorted them to an inner most room and sent a maid servant for tea. O Hime was between joy and disappointment: she had been hoping to see the object of her affection again but alone. A few cups of tea and a few bottles of saké later Jirozae decided it was time to dismiss their company. Reluctantly she stood and shared her worried face with Marena before leaving. The brunette watched her go and when she was out of site, he leapt on his prey.
“--!”
“Mare…an attack for an attack…”he whispered to the dark haired swordsman “It goes back and forth…”
Marena’s heart was beating out of his chest and his eyes were wide, locked in his attacker’s fierce gaze. Never in his wildest dreams…he wanted to yell and protest this “disgrace” but…watching Jirozae at practice, captivated by the unkempt hair, staring at those stern lips during dinner, listening for the sound of his breath during the night…he had secretly wanted this for longer than he could remember.
The brunette righted himself “Ha…you look like a woman in anticipation”
He grabbed his cup and finished the last bit of liquid in it. Still laughing to himself, he sent for O Hime. His instructions to her were simple: take care of Mare.
The woman rushed in and sat by her dear one’s side “Marena-dono…are you alright? Did he hurt you?”
“…”
“Please…do I need to call a doctor…Marena-dono” she touched his hand
“Where is Jirozae-san?”
“He left a short while ago…did something happen?”
“…No…”
The dark haired swordsman stood to go but O Hime grabbed his leg, immediately apologizing.
“Marena-dono…please forgive me…but…”
“…?”
“I’ve been praying for your visit” she released his leg and pulled her luck charm from her kimono “And now…you’re here…must you…leave so soon?”
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It was an equally still night. Tatami mats covered the floor. The warriors were almost shoulder to shoulder in the great hall, but none of them minded, the sun would be up soon, and sleep was sleep. But Marena could not sleep, his flustered breathing was keeping Jirozae awake as well.
“Mare-chan…still excited? I thought O Hime helped you with that…” the brunette whispered
“Shut up…that’s none of your business…”
“You got in later than the rest of us…you know what will happen if Nambu finds out?”
“I…don’t care…”
“You wouldn’t…after all…you’re his favorite”
“Shut up!”
“I didn’t know the pussy was good enough for you to stick your neck out to get it”
“…”
“Next time I might have to pay her a visit alone”
“…Do what you want…”
“So tell me…is she a shy girl? It’s difficult to convince shy girls”
“Shut up…”
“Oh am I making you jealous? Are you in love with her?”
“She’s in love with me…”
“And you…?”
“…”
“Nambu-sama…I forgot”
“Goodnight Jirozae”
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Marena ate quietly seated in his normal spot, watching his rival’s lips move. During the morning exercises, he was replaced, as he knew he would be. Jirozae took the lead in the sparring matches. His clothes swayed effortlessly as he put down comrade after comrade but he didn’t seem to be trying. His eyes didn’t focus on them. They kept wandering to the side to look at Lord Nambu’s new attendant. A thin young thing with soft brown hair long skinny legs and down cast eyes. Submissive, the best kind. He tried to rush the matches so he could catch the little dragonfly alone. Marena noticed and gripped his practice sword. A fellow warrior fell at his feet, it was his turn now. He would have to win, to regain his place at the top, and to keep Jirozae away from the fresh meat.
It was like a painting. Jiro’s wild hair fighting with the wind, his twisted face and feral eyebrows made him the villain. Marena’s stern face framed by stiff hair and cold good looks boosted him as the hero. They stood staring into each other, trying to feel a spark, anticipating, but frozen in the moment. Mare’s foot moved first. The sound of feet hurrying across wood echoed through the hall. The swords crashed against one another. They darted past their rivals trying to show their speed by slicing the wind. The little dragonfly was watching intensely. Jirozae noticed. He let down his guard and allowed his comrade to make first point. Marena stuck him to the ground. Nambu nodded, the dark haired warrior was back in his rightful place. The men filed out to go about their daily business, leaving their fallen comrade behind. The new attendant stayed too.
“Jirozae-dono, are you hurt?”
“…”
“Marena-dono is so fierce! I used to be an assistant to a small country doctor…my grandfather…maybe I could help you. I’ll take you to my room”
“Room?”
The boy blushed
“Marena-dono has been replaced as Nambu-sama’s favorite?”
“No…no it’s nothing like that…my grandfather saved the life of our lord…and his mother. She was in child birth and the both of them almost died…”
“So he’s indebted to your family”
The boy nodded “My room isn’t very big…but it should do…”
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Jirozae was surprised, the room was very small, but he lay back on the boy’s tatami and let him go to work.
“Just a bruise…a very large bruise…”
“I didn’t think he’d hit me so hard”
“I don’t think there’s much I can do…your shoulder’s swelling!”
“It’s dislocated…”
“Oh…I think I have to put it back in…this will hurt”
The swordsman closed his eyes and sighed. It was a sharp pain then a throbbing, just like all the other times.
“Jirozae-dono, I’ll have to bandage it. Could you sit up for me?”
“Only if you’ll give me your name little dragonfly”
“Keiichi” the boy blushed “My names Keiichi…” the little servant fixed up the problem “All done Jirozae-dono”
“Please, call me Jiro-san”
The swordsman grabbed the yutaka of his little nurse and yanked it open.
“Jirozae-dono! Stop I’m a boy!”
“…I know… Jiro-san remember…”
He overpowered the soft thin body. With a white thigh in his grip he buried himself in the narrow quarters.
“Ah…you’re almost as yielding as a woman…”
“…”
“But so…tight…”
“…”
“Lily thighs…just as delicious…”
The dragonfly’s face was tense with pain as the unrelenting erection tore his virginity out of him. He held tight to his better’s sleeves but it was all over just as it was becoming pleasurable. A feeble moan escaped his lips; he’d never been filled before. Jirozae smiled and smoothed the brown mop. He leaned in carefully and gave the boy a deep, tender kiss then prepared to leave.
His back was turned to Keiichi, to save the child embarrassment, “Maybe next time…but Nambu-sama is probably wondering where you are”
“…?--!” the little servant noticed his own excitement
He covered himself with his robe too late, Jiro had seen, smiled, and promised to take care of him later. Keiichi wanted to lay back and rest, so the kiss could soak into his blood, but he remembered Lord Nambu.
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Jirozae wandered out into the garden to keep the shaded frog company. It had been sitting there, waiting for something to happen. He gave an unsatisfied ribbit and cut his eyes sideways at the swordsman.
“What do you know frog” the brunette sneered and brought his sword down in a practice strike.
A pain seized his shoulder as Marena passed by on the veranda.
“I didn’t think I hit you that hard”
“…Ha…you dislocated my shoulder…”
“Really…I could have been more aggressive then…”
The dark haired swordsman joined his comrade under the cherry tree.
“You’re practicing…did you already attend to your--”
“Keiichi-chan fixed it for me”
“Kei--?” Mare closed the gap between him and his rival
Jirozae smelled like sex.
“Keiichi-kun?! Nambu-sama’s new attendant?!”
“Jealous?” the brunette pulled his friend closer
“Don’t touch me!”
“Push me away then…”
Marena hesitated.
Jirozae put his lips close to his captive’s ear “Meet me hear tonight…”
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“Marena-dono…” O Hime paused and smiled to herself “Marena-dono…your hand is shaking…is something wrong?”
“O Hime…I have to tell you something…”
“…” the young woman tried to hide her blushing cheeks “Yes…Marena-san…”
“It’s Jirozae, I have to meet him tonight”
“Is it a battle?”
“I’m not sure if I should”
“I know you will be victorious”
“But I have to tell him”
“…?”
“How I feel about him”
“Feel…?” the woman forced herself to laugh “You are going to give him a piece of your mind?”
Marena fell quiet and stayed that way until the sun set. He had fallen asleep on his admirer’s lap and it was getting very late.
The other warriors had turned in for the night when Jirozae came out of Keiichi’s room to take his place under the trees. He washed up a bit in the stream, and then took a seat on a rock next to the frog sage to wait. From out of the darkness Marena approached.
“Jirozae! I detest you! You beat me then attack me, insult me then let me win. I deserve the right to be the unchallenged leader of you all! Inferior—I shouldn’t look up to you!”
The angry swordsman found himself quieted by his rival’s lips. They collapsed behind the protection of a huge stone. The night wrapped around their half naked bodies and Marena became lost in his lover’s mouth. He kissed and cried, impaling himself. Tears of want and realization, of happy hatred and desperation rested on his embarrassed cheeks. His arms were wrapped tightly around the strong neck and his hips forced the powerful erection deep inside him. The delicate pulses of his lover’s sex and the affectionate tongue caressing his own: Marena craved this feeling of being complete. He was…
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Sun rays crept along the ground and slid a cross the garden. The judicious frog wasn’t seated on his perch and the cherry tree seemed sad it was no longer of use. Morning exercises were about to start, but the group was waiting on three absent members: Lord Nambu, Jirozae and Marena. The two samurai were being scolded for “spending the night in the licensed quarter”. The dark haired swordsman touched his forehead to the floor and promised it wouldn’t happen again.
“You should be more responsible! You are esteemed warriors and in my service, do not disgrace me! If you do not conduct yourself like proper samurai you will find your self Ronin!” Nambu gathered himself and left the room. Keiichi was in tow but Jirozae grabbed his hand to whisper a “thank you”.
“Glad to be of service…” the boy whispered back not stopping
Marena picked up his sword and walked out in his Lord’s shadow “I meant what I said Jiro…”
The brunette sprang up from his spot, capturing his friend in his arms “Whatever you say…” he rested his hand between the nervous thighs and squeezed “But my services are always there…for you…”
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