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Tell Me That You Love Me (Even if it's Fake)
Getting out of one's armour after a battle was always a pain in the ass. It wasn't that Mori Nagayoshi didn't get the point of it all—despite his tendency to charge into battle with only victory on his mind, he did know the value of protecting his vital organs in case his foe got lucky. It was that he felt smaller without it. Naked, almost. He could have just dissolved it into spirit form, but the process made him feel better once it was all off. Looking at each piece of his armour, set in proper order along the wall of his room in the castle, he also saw one of the other issues. His armour, caked in grime and dripping in the blood of his foes, was quickly dirtying the floor of his room. Boss was going to be pissed when she saw it, but he'd never given it much thought beyond keeping her happy. He liked to leave the blood on every piece of armour, clothing and weaponry as a reminder to his enemies that he was to be their killer. Still, he wondered if he could get some of the mini-boss-things to clean it for him. Maybe if he threatened to cut them into ribbons and wear them in his hair.
Mori had already stripped down to his shitagi, leaving the rest of his clothes in a pile in the corner. It was hot in the castle at night, and tea didn't make that better. He looked down at his hands, his legs, his feet. His shitagi was clean, hidden by his armour until these quiet moments alone in his room, but his hands were not. Even with the gloves, his fingers always wound up red. He'd need a bath if it didn't rain tonight. If it did, he'd let that take care of the problem of washing himself clean. Nothing really could, but Master seemed to like it better when he wasn't covered in blood, his yellow eyes flashing, and his pointed teeth bared in a savage grin.
Master. That made Mori's breath hitch.
Mori couldn't name many good qualities he had off the battlefield, but he knew himself to be loyal. Damn loyal. Boss said Ritsuka was her master now, and therefore his too. Not even the emperor could make boss yield, and this skinny little man had her at his beck and call? Shit, that had to mean something. The kid had saved him, got him out of that awful stifling armour, so that seemed fair at the time. Mori Nagayoshi, servant of Ritsuka Fujimara of Chaldea. It had a nice ring to it. It had only been a few days, but he liked being a servant, more than he ever thought he would. He did a good job. Master told him so. Sure, Master also told him not to cut apart some of the punks that joined up with him, but that was just who Master was. Mori didn't get why Master let them talk to him like that, like they were so familiar with him, like they were friends, like...
Like he wanted to. Damn it all. He wanted Master to joke around with him like that, to tell people not to hurt him, to introduce him as his companion. He wasn't jealous of the others. Mori Nagayoshi didn't get jealous. He was unparalleled in skill and brutality. That Irish asshat should be jealous of him, not the other way around.
Damn. He had it bad, didn't he? He couldn't let boss find out. She'd never let him hear the end of it.
Tomorrow, he'd tell Master a joke. He'd help him cross a stream with his cleanest hand, and he'd make sure Master ate first at every meal. It wasn't much, and it probably wasn't all that romantic, but just the thought of touching Master made Mori's heart ache...and his loins stir.
“Mori?” Ritsuka's voice came from behind the door. “It's....it's Ritsuka.”
Shit! Mori stood up, pulled his shitagi down so it didn't show his fundoshi, and walked to the door. What the hell is he doing here? He should be asleep! He slid the door open and looked down at the young man before him. Ritsuka was dressed in a very simple robe, carrying a bowl of water and swaying on his feet, with two towels slung over his arm. Ritsuka looked up at him, completely unafraid. His pupils were a little black, a little wide, but Mori realized that Master had never seen him without armour before. “Master.” Mori greeted. “What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to help you clean yourself off,” Ritsuka explained, holding up the bowl. “You've still got blood all over your face. Nobunaga figured you wouldn't have cleaned it since supper and she says she doesn't want you getting blood on her good fabric.”
Too little too late, boss, Mori thought. He'd already been sitting on her cushions and her rugs to get out of his damn armour.
“I can go if you want me to,” Ritsuka said, looking away. “I just thought...”
“No, no. That's really sweet of you to do. And typical of boss to be concerned about.” Mori stepped aside, letting Ritsuka into his room. “I'll get you some tea. It's the least I can do.”
“I'd love that, thanks.” Ritsuka glanced around for a cushion to sit on. “I haven't had any of your famous tea yet. Hijikata drank it all earlier.”
If Mori'd known Master wanted some, he'd have snatched the cup out of that fancy bastard's hands and given it to Master, no questions asked. Instead, he just grunted and grabbed the pot, pouring Ritsuka some lukewarm tea and bringing it to him. Ritsuka smiled at him after the first sip. “This is good. Thanks, Mori.”
“Yeah, sure. It's nothing.” Mori cleared his throat. “I'll make you some fresh stuff if you want.”
“No, no. Don't trouble yourself.” Master started to dip the towels in the water, wringing them out with his elegant hands. Mori found himself transfixed by the movement, at how something as simple as that could be so....pretty. Master set his tea down and walked on his knees over to Mori. “I'm here to help you.”
“I'm your servant, shouldn't that be the other way around?”
“I guess,” Ritsuka hesitantly reached for Mori's face, the threads of the clothing just brushing lightly over his suddenly warm and flushed cheeks. “But I think of being a master as more of a partnership. I rely on you all for so much, it doesn't sit right to me to do anything but help where I can.”
He pressed the cloth to Mori's face, rubbing in circular motions, working off the dried blood. Mori was still, not even breathing (not that he needed to do that anymore, but habits were hard to break), his bright eyes watching Ritsuka. The water was tepid, not warm nor cold, but still cleansing. Ritsuka stopped, wringing out some of the blood and then getting more water, the clear liquid slowly becoming red. “I ain't complaining.”
Ritsuka laughed and Mori felt something stir. “Good, because I'm washing this away whether you like it or not.”
“It's not so bad, but I see boss's point.”
“Do you like it, or are you used to it?” Ritsuka asked quietly.
“When it hits my face, I like it. I can feel my whole spirit roar. After....it's just there. I leave it because it reminds me I won, but if boss asks me to wash myself up because I'm scaring the other men, I do it. Or when I have someone eager to be helpful around.”
“Hmm. Good to know.”
Mori looked away. This was a mistake. Ritsuka was kind, gentle, not like him. He should have been content to just watch from afar and take in the radiance that is his master, but he wasn't. He was tainted, ugly, stained, and he'd take Master down with him if this kept up. “I ain't a good guy, Master. You've gotta know that.”
“Good is relative. Lots of people in my time aren't sure if Nobu was good or not.”
Mori growled. “Who's been talking shit about boss?”
“Historians, mostly.” Ritsuka pulled back to wash off the towel again. The water was almost completely red. “I'm just saying. Good depends on who you ask. I've made contracts with a lot of people that historians remember as irredeemable. There's a little good in everyone. I think there's a lot of good in you, more than you realize.”
“I'm a monster.”
“Once you come with me to Chaldea, you'll meet so many people just as bloodthirsty as you. And they all have something in common.”
“Nasty dispositions and bad teeth?”
“I like your teeth. They're like little shark teeth.” Ritsuka paused in his washing. “They're my friends, is what they have in common.”
“We're....friends?”
“Course we are,” Ritsuka said happily, switching to his second towel. “Don't you think so?”
“I don't know,” Mori answered honestly. He didn't know how else to answer, and he hoped he hadn't just sunk his chances of actually being in some sort of affectionate bond with his Master. This shit was why boss never took him anywhere but battles. He just couldn't bullshit to save his life, and everyone knew what he thought of them at any given time. Boss thought it was refreshing, but the other daimyos and the fancy rich people didn't.
“That's fair,” Ritsuka said, a little sadly.
“It's not like that!” Mori added quickly. “I don't have many friends, that's all! I don't really know how to tell who's a friend. I just know who's an enemy and who's not worth the time to kill. This is all new!”
Ritsuka sighed. “Yeah, I should have thought of it like that.”
“I'd like to be your friend.” Mori clarified. “Can't say I'll be very good at it, but I'll try.”
“Trying is half the battle,” Ritsuka said, looking a little happier.
Battle? That was one way to think of it. Mori Nagayoshi could do battles.
“There.” Master sat back, looking him over. “All clean.”
Mori ran a hand over his face. Sure enough, he was damp, but he couldn't feel the tell-tale dry-yet-sticky feeling of blood anymore. He felt cleaner. “Thanks.”
“You're welcome.” Ritsuka didn't move.
Mori watched his master's eyes travel up and down his body. He felt itchy, almost, self-conscious of every movement he made. “What?!” He finally barked.
Ritsuka blinked, snapping out of his apparent daze. “I'm sorry. You just....you look different without all your armour.”
“Most people do.” Mori crossed his arms.
“In a good way. It's interesting seeing what the armour adds and accentuates. I'm always looking for new mystic code designs.” Ritsuka said, starting more intently. “You're....broad.”
“What?”
“Your shoulders. You have broad shoulders and a broad chest. I thought that was just the armour, but....that's you.”
“Sure is.” Mori pinched his hand and tried not to squirm.
“I like it.”
Mori's eyes snapped open like he was awoken from a nightmare, wide and taking in everything. Ritsuka crawled forward, not taking his eyes off of Mori until he was in the redhead's lap. Mori could see a small sliver of skin where the robe was starting to slip off Ritsuka's shoulders. It looked so soft and so very biteable. His master slowly lifted himself upwards, and Mori took a moment to appreciate his eyes, blue as a summer stream, bright and beautiful like a jewel. Then, Master slowly lifted himself up and pressed his soft lips to Mori's wind-bitten, chapped ones, letting out a little moan as he did.
Mori's instincts took control and he pushed Ritsuka off, panting. Ritsuka looked like Mori had grabbed his sword and run him through with it. “What the hell?!” Mori snapped. “What are you thinking, Master!?”
“I...did I read this whole thing wrong?” Ritsuka's voice was almost a whimper. “I thought you wanted me.”
“How in the hell did you figure that?”
“I just....you're possessive, you look at me when you think I'm not looking at you, you....maybe I just hoped you want me.” Ritsuka's hands balled into fists in his robes. “Do you?”
Mori couldn't bullshit, so he said nothing, and just stood up and walked to the window. “You should go, Master.”
“Yeah, okay.” Ritsuka stood, trying to grab the bowl and only succeeding in getting splashes of bloody water all over the floor, some getting onto boss's precious good bedding. Mori winced at that, at the same time Ritsuka did. Ritsuka picked up the towels, forgetting one and doubling back for it before finally leaving the room entirely, shutting the door a little too hard on the way out.
As soon as Master was gone, Mori let out a blood-curdling scream. He was so stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid! He'd had what he wanted, literally right in his lap, and he'd blown it. He'd gone and....he'd fucked it up, just like he did half of boss's plans. Like he did almost everything. Master was his for the taking, and his first instinct was to push him away, and he'd just gone with it! Why?!
Mori took a look at the armour on the wall, and the clothes in the corner. That was why. He was a monster and not an innocent one like some of Master's pals. He was a brutal, bloodthirsty killer and he deserved exactly what he'd gotten; the chance to kill for good, and nothing else.
Mori sighed and walked over to the adjoining washing room. He needed a bath something awful, and also a bit of time to think.
#
Upon getting out of the bath, Mori came to two conclusions. One; he was many things, but he wasn't the sort of retainer who hurt his lord. Ever. Two, he'd hurt his lord, and he needed to apologize. Immediately. He couldn't let this wait until morning. He was already ashamed of how he'd left his lord to languish for so long already. He'd apologize so Ritsuka could sleep, and then he'd go back to his room and try not to think about sinking his teeth into his lord's shoulder.
He found himself at Ritsuka's door, but he couldn't knock. He could only breathe, try to wrestle himself into something resembling composure, and consider just writing him a note and slipping it under the frame for Ritsuka to find.
The door opened before he had the chance to turn around. Ritsuka stood before him, slightly red in the eyes, his robe only just hanging off his shoulders and open all the way down to his fancy Western underwear. “What is it, Mori? Did I leave something behind?”
“Uh, no. Could I come in?”
Ritsuka sighed and stepped aside without any hesitation. Mori walked in, noting how much plainer his master's room was in comparison to his. He'd have to see if they could switch. His master deserved only the best. He sat down on a patch of floor and tried to find a comfortable way to sit that didn't show too much under the shitagi. He waited for Ritsuka to close the door and join him, sitting on his futon. Once his master was comfortably seated, Mori took a deep breath and began. “Master, I...I know I messed up. I'm sorry. I probably hurt your feelings something awful.”
“You did.” Ritsuka wouldn't meet his eyes.
“Yeah. I know.” That was about as far as Mori had gotten in his head. He'd said sorry, he'd managed not to look at the way Ritsuka's western underwear hugged his thighs and a subtle bulge, and he'd also managed to not notice the way that Ritsuka stared at his hair, flowing across his shoulders. “I don't know what else to say, Master. I just didn't want you to go to sleep thinking you weren't good or something.”
Ritsuka narrowed his eyes. “Can you tell me something honestly?”
Mori sighed. “Yeah, of course Master. Anything.”
“What signal did I misread?” Ritsuka asked. “Can you tell me what I saw as flirtation that you clearly didn't see the same way? I'd rather not make this mistake again. And, if you lie to me, I'll use a command spell to make you tell me the truth.”
Mori chuckled to himself. Just when he thought he'd seen it all, here was Master in his leader mode, threatening him into getting his way. This was a side he liked. It was like boss, but hotter. The smile and mirth fled as soon as he realized that, one way or another, he was going to have to tell the truth. “None of them.”
Ritsuka blinked. “I'm sorry, what?”
“All the things you said earlier...those are things I was doing to be...you know, discreet. About wanting you. But I can't stand the way those bastards look at you. You're my master, and you're too good for 'em, you know it, I know it, everyone but them knows it...”'
“Stop,” Ritsuka ordered. No command spell, no threat, and Mori listened right away. “Don't bad mouth my friends. I wouldn't let them talk about you like that.”
Mori growled. “Fine. But you're mine.”
“Am I?”
Mori threw his head back. This was why he channelled all his energy into fighting. Fighting was easy. You sliced the other guy into little pieces and you won. People were really, really hard. “I ain't good at this shit, Master.”
“No, you're not. Why did you push me away earlier, if this is how you felt? I don't understand.”
“I do want you.”
“Yeah, I gathered.”
“But we shouldn't act on that.”
Ritsuka snorted. “Why not?”
“Because I ain't a good guy, Master! I was trying to tell you that earlier, but you're being so damn stubborn!” Mori snarled, rocking forward to glare Master down. “You deserve someone better than me, who doesn't leave blood on their armour, and who doesn't need to be reminded to act like a goddamn person.”
That just got his Master madder, Mori realized, because Ritsuka was suddenly in his face. “Don't tell me what I do and don't deserve! You don't know what I've been through, what I've had to do to stay alive, what I've seen! I lost one of my best friends, one of the only people who ever believed in me, I almost lost Mash, and you don't get to tell me that I'm wrong for wanting someone strong, who I don't have to worry about losing, who believes in me, who I believe in, and if you tell me one more time that you can't be with me for any reason other than that you don't want me, you can just leave!” Ritsuka leaned back, panting, running a hand through his thick black hair. “I'm sorry. I don't know where that came from.”
“I do.” Mori reached out, tentatively, and grabbed Master's hand. “You're a stubborn asshole, just like me. The more people tell you what you can't do, the more you try to show 'em what you can,” Mori looked into Master's eyes. “I'm sorry about your friend. He sounds great, like boss.”
“Yeah,” Ritsuka said, his wavering voice a brief window into his broken heart, “he was.”
“I can't be that for you.”
“I don't need you to be. I want you to be you, Mori Nagayoshi, Demon Musashi, honest and stubborn and loyal.” Ritsuka's cheeks blushed a deep red. “And really, really hot.”
“I don't know about that. I ain't pretty like Hijikata or nothing.” Mori grinned. “But if you like it, I guess I can't say much, can I?”
“No,” Ritsuka said, grinning. “You can't. Why don't I show you?”
“Show me what?”
“Show you that I like it.” Ritsuka shuffled closer, just as he'd done in Mori's room. But, instead of being slow and seductive, he grabbed the collar of Mori's shitaga and pulled him in, kissing him on the mouth and holding him there, forcing him to take it. Mori could stop him at any time, but shit, if that wasn't hot as hell. He reached up and grabbed a handful of Master's hair, pulling him into his lap and letting Ritsuka straddle him, their kiss only breaking for a moment when their teeth clacked together. Ritsuka was moaning, his legs tight around Mori's hips, his mouth and tongue and teeth poking and prodding until he was granted entrance. Once their tongues were entwined Mori was gone. He'd do anything for the boy in his lap, no matter how dangerous or stupid it was.
Ritsuka finally broke their liplock when Mori pulled him off to bite and suck at his master's neck. “Do you see it now?”
“Fuck yeah 'suka, I see it,” Mori growled, determined to mark his Master's neck so much that everyone would know who he belonged to. Or rather, that Mori belonged to him. “Do you see how much I like you?”
“We could have been doing this an hour ago if you weren't so damn bull-headed.” Ritsuka panted in his ear. “I see it, Mori.”
Mori licked the shell of Ritsuka's ear. “Call me Katsuzo.”
“Katsuzo?”
“It's my childhood name. Don't think they do childhood names and all that in your time, but call me Katsuzo. Please.” Mori explained. “Only you and boss get to call me that. Because boss is boss, and you're my master.”
“Katsuzo. Suits you.” Ritsuka nuzzled their noses together. “Katsuzo.”
“'Suka.”
“You really like calling me that,” Ritsuka laughed softly, “don't you?”
“I want my own.”
“Your own...”
“I want my own name that only I get to call you by.” Mori explained with a huff. “So 'suka it is.”
Ritsuka leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Mori's shoulders in a surprisingly tender hug. “Thank you. For being mine.”
Mori hugged Master close until he could hear him struggling to breathe. “What do you want me to do to you, 'suka? Tell me. Whatever it is, I'll do it.”
“Just kiss me.”
“That's a problem.”
“Is it, Katsuzo?” Ritsuka asked teasingly.
“Yeah, it is. Because if I keep kissing you, I'm going to want to tear off all your clothes and fuck you real good. But if you don't want that, we'd better stop.”
“No, I want you to,” Ritsuka whined. “Please.”
“You could fuck me if you wanted to. I'd let you do anything you want, 'suka. Anything at all. You can use my ass if you want. I'll suck you off. Whatever it is.” Mori said, picking them both up and carrying them to the futon. He set Master down gently, peeling the robe off with shaking hands. Master tugged at his shitagi, and Mori obeyed, taking it off and throwing it somewhere. He'd worry about that later. “Tell me, baby. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to bite me.”
“And then what?”
“I want you to touch my cock.”
“Yeah, and then...?”
“Katsuzo,” Ritsuka laugh-whined, “I'm not good at dirty talk. Just...let me touch you. Touch me. We'll figure the rest out.”
“If you say so, 'suka.”
Mori did pretty well when he just went off on his own. He didn't see why this would be any different. He was still handling a sword, though he hated his mind for making that joke and then making his body chuckled at it. He'd make Master feel good, so good that he'd never want to leave him. He reached down and pawed at Ritsuka's nipples, biting at his shoulders and neck, leaving deep bites. Ritsuka shook his head, which was fair. Not everyone liked that shit, especially guys. He took one of Ritsuka's hands and put it on his nipple, signalling that was what he liked. Ritsuka ran his thumb over the bud, rolling it and pinching at it as Mori's hands moved lower, touching those sinful thighs and brushing over a twitching bulge. There was already a wet spot right above the tip, and goddamn did Mori want to see what that tasted like. “Hey, 'suka.”
“Yeah, Katsuzo?”
“Can I suck your dick?”
Ritsuka nodded enthusiastically but stopped to add something. “Just watch your teeth.”
Mori snorted in mock offence. “Watch his teeth, he says. I thought you liked my teeth.” He started to shift down Ritsuka's body, kissing every bit of skin he could see, leaving so many love bites it looked like his master had been attacked by an animal. He'd been called worse.
“I do, but they look really sharp.”
“They are, but I'll only bite you if you want it.” Mori hovered over the bulge, trying to work the elastic waist off. Ritsuka lifted his hips and let Mori undress him. This time, Mori put the underwear on the floor nearby rather than tossing it.
He licked at the tip of Ritsuka's cock, already wet and leaking. It wasn't a flavour Mori would seek out on his own, but because it was Ritsuka it was perfect. Amazing. Delicious. He eased the foreskin down with his tongue, lapping at the head, licking up everything his master had to offer. Ritsuka was moaning, trying not to arch his hips off the futon and failing. Mori put one large hand on his stomach and held him down. This seemed to make Master harder, wetter, and Mori knew he had to get to the big show soon. He sheathed his teeth and lowered himself down, hollowing his cheeks and letting his tongue dart up to lick what he didn't have in his mouth yet. He figured he could go all the way down, even though Ritsuka was a lot bigger than what he'd been packing led Mori to believe. He sucked as hard as he could, bobbing his head as he went down, down, down. Ritsuka bit his fist to keep from screaming with one hand and wove the other one into Mori's hair, pulling and petting him, encouraging him. The fingers tugging at his crimson strands hurt, but Mori couldn't find it in him to complain. So Master liked pulling hair and being held down. He could work with that.
When Mori was all the way down he looked back up at his Ritsuka. Master's face was red, his lips wet, and his blue eyes were wide and hazy with lust. He was staring at Mori like there was nowhere else he'd rather be, and with another emotion Mori wasn't sure he wanted to process. He breathed in through his nose and sucked, working tongue and jaw in tandem. Ritsuka moaned, panting so hard it sounded like he couldn't breathe. “Katsuzo, don't.”
Mori pulled off sadly. “Why the hell not?”
“Because I don't want to cum yet.” Ritsuka tried to say. “I don't want this to be over so quickly.”
“It won't be. But the next part'll be a lot easier if I finish you off.” Mori kitten licked the tip of his cock, relishing in the shiver that went through Ritsuka's whole body. “I'm not small.”
“I figured. The rest of you is built like a tank, why would that be any different.” Ritsuka laughed softly. “Can I see it?”
“Depends. You gonna let me finish you first, 'suka?” Mori's yellow eyes narrowed, letting his mouth hang open as he panted with an open mouth, letting his tongue hang out.
Ritsuka let out a wheeze. “You're going to kill me, Katsuzo.”
“No one's going to kill you. Not when I'm around.” Mori pulled back, reaching his hands behind his back and undoing his fundoshi. Ritsuka's view was blocked by his position on his knees, and his eyes widened when he held up the garment, tossing it just like his shitagi. Mori was on his knees, completely nude in front of his master, and he was looking up at his precious Ritsuka. His Master was flushed, hard, and starting to drool. “Trust me, master.”
“I...uh....”
“I'll stop if you really don't want me to.”
Ritsuka took in a shuddering breath. “No, I want you to. Will I be able to....get it up again?”
“Should be, if I do my job right.” He'd heard some of the men talking about this back when he was alive and in the army. He'd never bothered to do it himself, content to skip the foreplay and just get onto the main event, but that wasn't how he wanted to treat his 'suka. His master deserved the best, and he'd give it to 'em.
“Okay.” Ritsuka nodded. “I trust you, Mori.”
No one but boss had ever told Mori that before, and damn if it didn't make his heart hurt. He'd make Ritsuka cum so hard he'd see white. He bent back over, diving right back down, swallowing Ritsuka's cock in one gulp and pressing his pointed nose into the wiry but soft hair at the base of the delicious cock in his mouth. He started sucking, bobbing his head up and down as he tried to keep calm, not let his teeth slip through, and get Ritsuka off so he could taste even more of him. Ritsuka's hips bucked, and Mori let go of his stomach and held on tight, squeezing what he could reach of Ritsuka's plump little ass. He relaxed as much as he could, like he was trying to chug sake to prove a point to some infantryman and needed his throat open, and let Ritsuka control the pace. The hand in his hair let his master tell Mori exactly how much he liked this. Ritsuka stammered out a warning before cumming, screaming into it, filling Mori's waiting mouth with his essence. When Ritsuka started to wince Mori pulled off, making eye contact with him as he swallowed the cum in his mouth. Not bad, not bad. It wasn't the best thing he'd ever had, but because it was from 'suka? It was better than the heartiest meal. “Thanks for letting me do that to ya, 'suka.”
“Um, you're welcome?” Ritsuka laughed. “I still can't see straight. I should be the one thanking you.”
“I won't pretend that I don't like it when you do that.” Mori grinned, pushing back onto his ankles and standing up, towering over Master, looking down at him through a mess of tangled red hair and soft gold eyes. Ritsuka pushed himself up to his elbows, looking Mori's fully exposed body over. “See something you like, 'suka?”
“Yeah, you.” His master blurted, his big blue eyes zeroing in on Mori's extremely erect dick, standing up away from his body. “You're beautiful.”
Mori found himself blushing at that. He'd never been called that before, not in life and not in death. It felt nice. “You ain't so bad yourself.”
“Good to know the carpet matches the drapes.”
Mori raised an eyebrow. “What does the decoration have to do with...”
“It's an expression from my time, that's all. It means that the hair on your head is the same colour as your pubic hair.”
Mori grunted. He'd never really given it much thought, but he guessed that was true. His pubic hair was probably a bit darker from never seeing the sun, but it was still a shade of fire red. Judging from how Ritsuka was licking his lips at the sight, his master liked that.
Ritsuka looked at him coyly. “Are you just going to stand there all night, or....”
Mori dropped to his knees in front of Ritsuka. In his flesh and blood body, that would have hurt like hell. But in his servant body, it was just an annoyance, an obstacle keeping him from kissing and nipping at Ritsuka's perfect little body. Once his legs hit the wood Mori scrambled forward and pinned Ritsuka down, biting his pretty neck again and grinding their cocks together. He could tell his master was a little sore so he slowed down until Ritsuka pushed him off with his legs, looking up at Mori and licking his lips. Mori grinned and brushed some impossibly soft strands of hair out of Ritsuka's face, letting his hand just sit there and feel it, letting hands that knew not but death feel something soft and sweet. Ritsuka leaned into the touch. “Master. My 'suka. I want to fuck you so bad, but I don't want to hurt you.”
“My robe pocket.” Ritsuka rolled over and grabbed it from said pocket, letting Mori watch all his muscles move. He passed his servant a small vial of a thick liquid.
“You brought this into my room, didn't you? When you came to help me.”
“I knew you wanted me. I knew I wanted you. Why not try, you know?”
“I like that.” Mori uncapped the liquid, trying very, very hard not to spill any. It was thicker than it looked, probably made by that lady Ritsuka mentioned, the one who helped him all the time who was some scientist or mage or something, and probably enchanted if the faint magical energy coming from his fingers was any indication. Mori coated one finger in it and walked it down Ritsuka's chest, all the way down his rapidly hardening cock, and then shoved it in without any warning. Ritsuka gasped, his back arching off the futon, scrambling to grab something of Mori to hold onto. He settled for his servant's shoulders, his blunt nails digging little crescent-moon marks into his shoulder. Mori started thrusting in and out, briefly lubing up the rest of his hand and sliding another finger in. He needed this. Ritsuka was so hot inside that he was almost burning, and his muscles clenched so hard that Mori's fingers dragged when he pulled them in and out. He needed to be inside this man, make him cum again, make them one, just sink into the tight heat and take what they both want....his thrusts turned erratic, devoid of rhythm as he lost conscious control of his body.
And his voice, apparently. “What's wrong, Katsuzo?” Ritsuka asked. “You're growling.”
“I want you, and I need to get you ready, or else I'm going to hurt you and I never, ever hurt my lord. But 'suka, you're so beautiful. You're going to be mine.”
“Yes,” Ritsuka cried out as Mori roughly jabbed a spongy spot inside of him, his cock dribbling again. “I'm yours.”
Mori started attacking that spot. He knew he'd be able to get his master going again if he found it, and he wasn't disappointed. He wondered if he could get Ritsuka to cum again from his fingers and then from his cock, but once Ritsuka was a little less tight, a little less tense, he couldn't wait anymore. He poured half of the rest of the oil out onto his cock, hitched Ritsuka's legs over his shoulder and thrust in.
Ritsuka flinched and tightened as he went literally heels over head. “Ow, Katsuzo. I think you scraped my back up!”
“Sorry, Master, but I wasn't waiting anymore.” Mori nuzzled his nose into Ritsuka's hair, watching his lover's chest rise and fall as he tried to get used to the feeling of being split open. His cock had only gotten harder from it all. Shit, Master really did like it rough. “You good for me to move?”
Ritsuka let out a deep breath and relaxed, nodding into Mori's neck. “Fuck me.”
Mori didn't need to be told twice.
He leaned back enough to give himself room to work and started thrusting as hard as he could, sending the futon moving across the floor with every movement of his hips. Ritsuka was moaning, screaming his pleasure, locking his ankles behind Mori's head and gripping his biceps for deal life. Mori leaned down to bite and suck at Ritsuka's chest and collarbone. Ritsuka returned the favour by moving his hands off his biceps to play with Mori's nipples, twisting them roughly when Mori finally landed a direct hit on his prostate. Mori grinned and pulled Master's hair, biting at his lips hard enough to break skin and moaning when Ritsuka's blood touched his tongue. He tried to give his master the good old reach around, but Ritsuka hissed in pain when he did. Mori went back to licking, suckling, biting, tasting, just trying to make Ritsuka scream louder, moan louder, tighten even more until he couldn't hold back and grabbed Master's hips and started thrusting so hard he could hear the floorboards start to creak. Master wailed, allowing himself to be bent in half, cumming with a startled shout and splattering them both. Mori wasn't long after him, using Master's body for his own pleasure and holding him still as he finished inside him. Some of his cum was starting to leak out around his dick and Mori couldn't remember the last time he'd ever cum that hard, living or in this new-fangled afterlife of servanthood.
Mori panted, basking in the afterglow. Ritsuka groaned. Mori realized that he was still inside Master, Master was still bent in half, and he was probably starting to hurt. The samurai pulled out and ran to the washing room, grabbing a clean towel and dipping it into a (hopefully fresh, because he didn't have any other options) bowl of water. He ran back into the bedroom. Ritsuka was still panting, still coming down, and Mori took the time to properly clean him off, make sure he was comfortable. He was relieved to see that Master's ass was still intact, that he hadn't bled with how rough their love-making was. That's what it was, wasn't it? It wasn't just fucking. He didn't take care of the people he fucked. He even went to the closet and grabbed fresh blankets for the futon, throwing Master over his shoulder with a small protest before setting him back down in the soft, warm bed. Mori laid down next to Master, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him into a hug. “Hey, 'suka.”
“Yeah, Katsuzo?” Master's voice was wrecked, thrashed, coming out as a rasp instead of anything authoritative.
“Did I make you feel good?”
“You made me feel amazing,” Ritsuka laughed. “I'm glad I formed a contract with you. That was the best sex I've ever had.”
Mori frowned. His ease at it all should have clued Mori into the fact that Ritsuka definitely wasn't a virgin, but he hated the thought of anyone else having Master before him. Especially not that prick Sentata. He pet Master's sweaty locks, trying to soothe him into breathing normally.
Ritsuka seemed to sense his discomfort. “It wasn't one of the servants. You wouldn't know them. The last time I had sex was....before Chaldea, probably. While I was at school. Shit. I barely remember it.”
“Shit is right,” Mori said, his hand tightening. “They were probably shit.”
“Probably. Not like you.” Ritsuka rolled over and looked into Mori's eyes. “We need to work on your jealousy if you come back to Chaldea with me. You can't threaten everyone who talks to me, especially some of the girls. They're a bit obsessed and they'd take it as a challenge.”
“Good. I'll beat 'em all up, I don't give a shit that they're girls.” Mori growled. “You're mine. You said that. If they try to mess with that, then I'll cut them down.”
“And I meant it.” Ritsuka shuffled closer. “This contract is going to be permanent. You're already mine. I want to do this again, and I can think of worse things to be than yours, Katsuzo.”
Mori smiled and crushed Ritsuka to his chest. “You barely know me, Master.”
“If you're going to start with your self-deprecation again, I'm not interested.” Ritsuka yawned, looking up at Mori with sleep-heavy sweet eyes. “I'm going to get to know you better. We have time.”
Mori chuckled. “You're the boss, Master.”
“I'll tell Nobunaga that I got the linens dirty. She can't get mad at me.”
“And if she does....I'll tell her off good.” Mori decided. Boss was boss, but Master was Master. Master made him feel like he could be a good guy if he tried hard enough, where boss was happy to let him be bad as long as she could use that, content to let the stains that Master tried to wash away stay. The other servants were his friends, but Mori was the one nestled in Master's bed, keeping him safe while he drifted off, snoring gently into his chest.
#
“What did you do to Senpai?”
Mori jumped, walking back to the castle from a morning hunt. He wanted to make Master some roasted duck with wild rice for breakfast, but he'd found no ducks and they'd have to settle for roasted venison and some fresh-picked root vegetables. He'd left at the ass-crack of dawn, wanting to surprise Master when he woke up. He'd been alone when he left, but upon his return Mash was waiting for him, her arms crossed, glaring him down. If he told her to fuck off or smacked her 'suka would be pissed. He grit his teeth. “Good morning, retainer Mash.”
“Good morning,” Mash greeted, bowing slightly, the picture of politeness. The glare returned. “I ask again; what did you do to Senpai?”
“I didn't hurt him if that's what you're asking,” Mori said carefully, trying not to glare back like he did with everyone who wasn't boss.
“I went to check on him this morning because I'd heard him scream last night. I feared he had a nightmare, and I found him tired and sore with marks all over his neck and chest. He said you were with him all night. What did you do to him?”
Mori wasn't sure how to answer. He was an honest guy, but he was also sure that Mash's noble phantasm could bring him a world of hurt. “We spent the night together.”
“I know that. What. Did. You. Do.” Mash crossed her arms. “Did you get into a fight?”
“Look, I didn't hurt him or anything. We didn't fight. We, uh....we had sex.”
Mash blinked. She gave him a once-over. “That explains the magical energy I can feel within you. Looks like I owe Senpai a steamed bun.”
“....what?”
“He said he was going to try to get into your pants or something like that. I kindly explained that you do not wear pants in the Western sense, but I thought you'd tell him no. Thus, we bet on it. I owe Senpai a steamed bun when we go back to Chaldea because I lost.”
“Ah.” That was a bit of a relief. Mori saw how attached Mash and Ritsuka were to each other. He was worried she was going to kick him in the balls or trap him in Camelot or however that shit worked out of jealousy and anger. Maybe he could get Master to share his bun with him.
“Senpai never does this. He's had many chances, but he's a man of virtue. He doesn't see it, but I do. I think you do too, Mori-San.”
“I do,” Mori answered. “He's a good boss.”
“So if he's decided to break his celibacy to be with you, then that is an honour.” Mash looked up at him with shining eyes. There was a little bit of jealousy there, but not enough to make him worry. She trusted Ritsuka's judgment, like a good friend. She wouldn't mess with their relationship, he could tell. “And if you hurt him, I'll show you pain like you've never known.”
“I won't ever hurt my lord. I might be vicious and brutal and cruel, but not to my lord. I've never raised even my voice at boss, and I'll never do that to Master, either.” Mori made sure to hold her gaze, make it clear how serious he was. “I don't know if I'm in love. It hasn't been that long. But I still ain't the kind of guy to hurt someone who cares about me. If I ever do, I'd destroy my spirit origin and commit seppuku.”
Mash held his gaze before laughing. “You're so serious, Mori-San. I've never seen you like that before. It's a little funny.”
Mori groaned. “I know, right? Serious is more boss's thing. I ain't good at it.”
“That's fine. I'm glad to know that you don't want Senpai for his body, or for one night only.” She eyed the deer on his shoulder. “Do you want help with that? I can cook the vegetables for you. I already started the rice for our morning meal.”
“Sure.” Mori handed her the bundle of veggies in his hands. She couldn't hold all of them in her much smaller hands, but she made up for it by stuffing them in her pockets. “So, he's already up? Shit. I wanted to wake him up with breakfast in bed.”
“I ordered him to go back to sleep. He...doesn't always listen, but if you made love vigorously all night, he might.” Mash blushed at that. “Goodness. Perhaps this will be what finally gets Senpai to start sleeping more.”
“I'm more than happy to help with that,” Mori said, his mind suddenly full of visions of taking Ritsuka in a Western-style bed, or in the advanced bathrooms he told him about, or about waiting for Ritsuka in his room, already prepped to be taken. Oh, Chaldea was going to be a lot of fun.
“And I asked the Nobbus to clean your armour for you.” Mash piped up. “If you want Senpai, you get me too. Not...carnally, but we're best friends. What helps you helps Senpai, and I thought perhaps avoiding a lecture from Lady Nobunaga was in both of your best interests.”
Oh, yes. Chaldea was going to be wonderful.