by Sessha Batto
“But—” The interrogator tried to protest, only to have a piece of cake shoved in his mouth as soon as it opened. “Brat,” he mumbled around the obstruction. “Serve you right if this kills me.”
“It won't kill you,” Yoshi snorted. “Honestly, you are too paranoid sometimes. Just feed me a piece of cake already so we can go.”
“Yes, dear.” Makoto shoved a giant piece of cake in his husband's mouth, chuckling when his reprimand resulted in nothing more than a shower of cake crumbs.
“I'd like to take this opportunity to thank all of you for coming today and supporting us. It means a lot to have friends here. I hope everyone continues to enjoy themselves. We, however, are out of here. See you all in two weeks.” With that the interrogator pulled Yoshi into a deep kiss, tracing the kanj behind his back to transport them to their destination.
When the shadow wolf opened his eyes he let out a startled gasp. Instead of the interior of their bedroom as he had expected, he found himself staring at an unfamiliar cabin next to a mossy cliff. A small waterfall murmured soothingly as it spilled into a pond nestled up against the rustic shelter. The engawa cantilevered over the rippling surface gave the impression of walking out onto the water.
“Where are we?” Yoshi asked. “This is beautiful.”
“I found this place by accident years ago. It was so restful I bought it and built the cabin. I haven't taken the time to come here in several years,” Makoto explained. “I hope you don't mind. I kept thinking of places we could go, but I was afraid of doing anything that brought up bad memories. Here no one will bother us. If that's okay?”
“It's a wonderful idea. All I want is you.”
The interrogator gently threaded his fingers into soft silky strands, pulling that tempting mouth to his so he could ravish it, delicately licking plump lips, teasing them open before diving inside to taste. Yoshi sighed as he let his husband control the kiss, clinging to broad shoulders as he melted against the larger form. The whimper he let out when the kiss broke went straight to Makoto's groin.
The interrogator easily lifted the pliant man, striding past the pool and into the cabin, gently laying the lanky figure on the bed before stretching out over him and recapturing his mouth. “Nice bed,” the shadow wolf gasped when the aggressive kiss broke. Makoto didn't bother to respond, turning his attentions, instead, to a long pale neck, alternating sharp nips with soothing strokes of his tongue. He laved a prominent collarbone before dipping into the hollow of his lover's throat, reveling in the growling moan it produced.
“This is what I love most about you in a kimono,” the interrogator rumbled as he slowly began to unwrap the rich, heavily embroidered garment, enjoying the play of emotions on his new husband's face as the thick silk slid over his sensitive skin. He lifted an elegant, long fingered hand, suckling and nipping at the digits before traveling up, over Yoshi's pulse point to the crook of his elbow and on to his tender inner arms. “You taste so good.” Makoto suckled a pert nipple while he pinched and rubbed its twin. “Just thinking about being inside you is making me crazy.”
The shadow wolf let out another husky groan, unable to summon words to respond in the face of so much erotic stimulation. “Oh yes,” he finally managed when his husband turned his attentions to a long shapely leg, nuzzling his inner thigh before nipping his ankle. Makoto then swiped a wet path up the arch before avidly sucking and nipping at Yoshi's toes, eliciting frenzied thrashing and a throaty call for more.
“You're still wearing far too many clothes.” Yoshi twisted around to try and strip the larger man of his somber formal attire. The haori and kimono fell almost instantly under his ministrations, but the hakama proved to be more daunting. “Damn knots.” The elite grabbed a kunai and sliced through the tangled straps, finally pushing the pleated pants down and off long legs.
Time to move this along. Makoto flipped open the lube and slicked his fingers, carefully sliding one inside Yoshi's entrance as he huskily whispered how beautiful his lover was and how much he treasured him, pledging his devotion and loyalty.
He added a second finger, pushing them in as far as he could, stretching and slicking the tight muscle and occasionally brushing his husband's prostate, sending shivers racing through his frame. When Makoto added a third finger he could feel the tension vibrating through Yoshi's frame and he stroked a hand up and down his side as he whispered soothing phrases.
When he finally deemed his lover ready the interrogator removed his fingers. “I can't believe you're finally mine, sweetheart.” He liberally coated his erection with lube, stroking himself as he waited for pale legs to wrap around his waist. “I was so afraid this day would never come.”
Both men held their breath as the broad head of Makoto's cock breached the shadow wolf's entrance. Tears rose to Yoshi's eyes as the substantial length slid further inside. Makoto paused when he was halfway in, stroking and petting the man beneath him. “Just relax. You know I would never hurt you. We’re almost there. That's it. Gods you look so good with my cock in your ass.”
The interrogator fought to keep from coming with every millimeter he pushed into the furnace of his lover's body. “You’re so tight and hot. It's all I can do not to just pound you into unconsciousness.”
“It's my wedding night,” Yoshi ground out. “I want to be ravished. Now move.” At that harsh command Makoto could no longer hold back. He pulled out until only the head remained before sliding smoothly back inside. Yoshi thrashed as his prostate was stimulated, torn between pain and pleasure and only able to communicate through broken moans and breathless whimpers.
A few more strokes and the pain melted away in the face of the rising tide of pleasure. The shadow wolf began pushing back to meet Makoto's thrusts, responding frantically when his mouth was captured, moaning and clawing at the broad scarred back. When a hand slipped between them to stroke his dripping length he wailed his approval.
The shadow wolf shuddered with each plunge into his body, the tremors spurring Makoto on until Yoshi froze, every muscle rock hard and straining as he came hard between them with a strangled shriek.
The sight alone was enough to send Makoto over the edge and he came with a roar, gasping as the convulsions of the elite's passage milked him dry. He collapsed to the side, pulling Yoshi with him and into a deep kiss. “So good, so, so good. I may never let you out of this bed.”
“I thought the name of our game was reciprocity,” the shadow wolf teased. “It's my turn now.”
“As much as I'm looking forward to it, sweetheart, I'm not a kid anymore. I need to rest a minute.” Makoto's eyes fluttered warningly and then slid shut.
“Are you going to sleep? I thought you were excited about tonight.”
“I am excited about tonight. I thought you were tired.”
“I was tired of the party. I never get tired of you.” The shadow wolf's nimble fingers danced across the scarred torso. “We at least need to get cleaned up.”
“Alright, I'm up.” Makoto swung his legs off the bed, scooping up the slighter man and rising shakily, adjusting his grip before striding out onto the engawa. He skirted the pond until he reached the furo sunk into the far end. “How's this?”
“Heaven. You know I love to soak. The view just makes it all the more enjoyable.”
“It is beautiful here this time of year.”
“I meant you,” Yoshi chuckled. “And you say I can't take a compliment.”
“You should be used to them by now,” the interrogator retorted. “It's a good thing you still keep to yourself most of the time or you'd be mobbed.”
“I hope not. I thought I'd abandon that habit now that I'm a married man. I want everyone to see how happy you make me.”
“Are you sure?” Makoto asked, tilting his husband's head to watch his eyes. “I know you don't like being looked at.”
“I like it now,” Yoshi insisted. “I'm proud to be your husband.”
“Thank you. I never thought I'd hear someone say those words to me.
”
“Well, then I guess I'll just have to show you how I feel,” Yoshi said. “I did promise to pound that fine ass of yours.”
“You did,” came the nervous reply. “I imagine you want to do that now.”
“Not if you don't want me to,” the shadow wolf said with a frown. “I'm not going to force you. Please talk to me.”
“I'm just a little—” Makoto trailed off, unsure of how to express his misgivings.
“A little what?” Yoshi asked as he snuggled against his husband's broad chest. “Just tell me, I won't be upset.”
“I haven't... it's been... I'm scared, okay? I haven't been on the receiving end of sex since the torture chambers at Iwagashi shuudan. I know you won't hurt me like that—”
“But you're still afraid,” Yoshi finished. “It's alright. We don't have to if you don't want it. I'm fine with things the way they are.”
“But I'm not,” Makoto retorted, “I want this with you. Just do it already.”
“Not like that I won't. Relax. We'll start slowly, shall we. How about this?” The shadow wolf leaned forward and captured thin lips in a soft, searching kiss, coaxing the interrogator to deepen it until their tongues were battling passionately, slick muscles sliding together in an erotic dance that left them both breathless.
“Why don't we take this back inside where we'll be more comfortable.” Yoshi pulled himself out of the water and turned to offer a hand to his husband. When the interrogator took it he easily pulled him up and into his arms, scooping the much larger man up, bridal style, and heading back inside.
“Put me down, I can walk,” Makoto protested as he attempted to free himself from the confining hold.
“I know that. I'm pampering you.” Yoshi slipped back into the bedroom and deposited his captive on the rumpled bed covers. “After all, I want you to relax.”
I’d forgotten how strong he really is, Makoto mused as he was placed gently on the bed. He abandoned all thought when an insistent mouth descended on his, letting Yoshi take control as calloused fingers pinched and rolled his nipples.
The elite continued to work his way down the scarred torso, nuzzling the interrogator's muscular abdomen before taking his cock deep in his throat. A talented tongue tickled the ridge as Yoshi began to hum, bringing a hand up to gently massage his husband's perineum.
The torture master tried to concentrate on why he had thought this was a bad idea, he couldn’t deny the fact that he wanted it. More than want, his mind supplied as Yoshi's wicked tongue made him hiss his pleasure. I can do this, I can do this. Makoto's world spun and he found himself naked on his hands and knees on the bed, the shadow wolf's lean form pressed tightly against him for a long moment before pulling away.
“This makes me so hot.” Yoshi traced the kanji tattooed on his husband's muscular cheek, bending to suck the inked skin hard, drawing a low rumbling growl from the usually quiet interrogator.
Makoto let out a surprised “Ahhh” when he felt a calloused finger stroke his puckered entrance. When that finger slowly dipped inside he had to fight the urge to throw the smaller man off. Relax, relax, he chanted like a protective mantra. It's just Yoshi. He won't hurt me. Still, it was impossible to prevent the tension that overtook him, his entire body going rigid as it attempted to push out the intrusion.
“Easy baby,” Yoshi urged. “I know it feels weird, just give me a chance.”
One finger became two, two became three, and Makoto writhed and moaned as he pushed back against them. “Now, please.” He groaned when the fingers retreated, only to gasp as he felt something much larger push against the softened muscle.
“I want to see you,” the elite decided, flipping his lover and kneeling over him. Yoshi absently stroked a scarred cheek as he studied wide onyx eyes. “Promise you’ll tell me if you want to stop? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I promise. Now move.” Makoto thrust his hips up, startling them both and dragging a ragged moan from the shadow wolf as their hard cocks slid against each other.
Burly legs were coaxed to wrap around a slender waist as Yoshi carefully drizzled more lube over his aching erection before positioning himself and slowly gliding into Makoto's body, moaning when he was enveloped in molten heat. “No such thing as too much lube,” he muttered before recapturing the interrogator's mouth in a searing kiss.
“Fuck,” was all he could manage to utter when he was finally sheathed to the hilt, shivers rippling through his frame as velvety walls relentlessly clutched his rigid length. Yoshi fought for control as he struggled not to move, tenderly stroking his husband's chest as he waited for him to adjust.
Finally the almost painful pressure eased and the shadow wolf slowly pulled out until just the head remained inside Makoto's quivering ring. He carefully drizzled more lube over his cock, jerking when the cool liquid hit heated flesh. He took a deep breath and slowly slid back in to the hilt, drawing a deep growl from the interrogator.
When Makoto began writhing beneath him he slowly pulled his hips back until just the head remained inside and waited.
“God damn it. Are you going to fuck me or not?” the interrogator grumbled, ending in a gasp when lean hips snapped forward, striking his prostate dead on.
“Let me enjoy this Makoto,” the elite husked. “I want to drive you crazy.” He began rolling his hips, rubbing the interrogator's sweet spot, making him squirm and pant. “Please, let me love you like you love me.” He grinned rakishly down at his husband as he continued to swirl his hips, bending to capture thin lips in a deep erotic kiss.
Makoto thought about everything the younger man meant to him, and the answer was easy. “Please love me. I want to be yours.”
“Oh, you’re mine all right, Ma-ko-to,” his husband crooned as he thrust, striking the interrogator's prostate, causing him to cry out wantonly. “That's right, let me know how much you want me.” He continued to pant words of encouragement as he set a lazy pace, wanting to make the heady sensation last.
“'Shi-san,” the interrogator whined. “So close.”
“Well, then I need to slow this down. I want to make it last.” Yoshi stilled his movements, pulling out until only the head remained and swirling the tip as he very gently began to stroke his husband's purpling length.
“No, don’t stop.” Makoto tried to thrust back against the hard length piercing him. “Please, I need you.”
“And I need you too. I’m still here. Just relax, let me take care of you.” Yoshi bent to capture tempting lips again as he slowly began to thrust, carefully avoiding his husband's prostate, gradually building the pace until they were both teetering on the brink. Unable to hold out any longer, he began to speed up, no longer able to maintain his composure after so much stimulation. “Kami, you feel so good around me.” He reached between them and wrapped calloused fingers around the interrogator's weeping erection.
Makoto tossed his head back and wailed when the shadow wolf began to stroke his throbbing cock in time with his thrusts. He vaguely noted the absence of the pain he had anticipated, totally lost to the rising pleasure. Yoshi growled in arousal and nipped at a scarred ear and the interrogator let out a shriek as he came, spraying his seed across his chest, blind and deaf to anything but the overwhelming tide of sensation sweeping through him.
Yoshi could hold out no longer, the convulsions of Makoto's passage sweeping him over the edge, efficiently milking him of his orgasm. He groaned at the sensation, swaying slightly before dropping heavily on his husband's chest. “Are you okay?” He forced his eyes open to study the face inches from his own.
“I’m wonderful,” Makoto decided. “You’re wonderful, but now I need to rest.”
“Just a quick nap,” Yoshi declared sleepily. “I'm not done with you yet.” He watched with a smile as hazy onyx eyes slipped shut. The shadow wolf fought the sleepiness sweeping through his system, wanting to savor this moment for as long as possible. Eventually he gave up, whispering a tentative “I love you,” in Makoto's ear before succu
mbing to sleep, leaving the moon to keep watch over their peaceful forms.
GLOSSARY/CHARACTER KEY
Shinobi is set in contemporary Japan, and utilizes certain phrases and conventions that do not have an exact correlate in English. One key example is the honorifics used after names which indicate subtle relations between the characters. In order to help readers unfamiliar with Japanese the following glossary and character outline should cover any unfamiliar terms as well as reveal the deeper meaning behind the characters' names.
Just what is a ninja, anyway? The word itself derives from the Japanese Shinobi-no-mono, which is written with two kanji characters that can also be pronounced as nin-sha, if the Chinese pronunciation is used instead. The first character, nin, suggests concealment, while the second, sha, means person. Thus we get ninja, a person who hides his presence. In Japanese, the word is applied to a person who does covert, military operations. Sometimes shortened to simply 'nin' when referring to an individual.
Please note that this is a work of fiction, and does not refer to any actual person, living or dead. All the characters and locations contained within are fictional, and exist only in the author's mind.
All names are written as they would appear in Japan, surname first, given name second. Honorifics are applied to either the given or family name.
-san — standard honorific
-sama — used with someone of a much higher status than yourself
-chan — diminutive used for girls
-kun — diminutive used for boys
The less formal the honorific, the closer the relationship. No honorific is used only with your closest companions. The use of no honorific or a derogatory one outside of this is considered extremely insulting.
A few other terms that need explanation:
no — of ie: Kai no Shuhan is the leader of the Kai.
kotatsu — a low table with a skirted edge and a heater built in, in winter it is particularly nice to lounge around.
