Title: Stranger Stars
Author: Eleanor K.
Fandom: Blade of the Immortal
Posted: 7 Nov 2003
Spoilers: for Secrets
Series/Sequel: part of the Honor Bound universe
Disclaimer: The boys belong to Hiroaki Samura and, sadly, not in
any way to me.
Notes: Major, huge, megasaurus-sized thanks to Chrissy, without
whom this would not even have been thought of, let alone written.
She dictated all the action, and several of the best lines are hers
as well. I still think she should have co-author credit, but she
wishes to be credited as logistical engineer, and she beta'd, too.
There you go, Chrissy. Nub you, sensei.
Check out what she calls her "innocent suggestions" here.
Anotsu walks through the forest, rain-wet branches slapping against
his legs. The weight of his axe is a sharp ache in his shoulder,
muted only by the ache of his feet. He has been walking most of
He could stop anywhere, but something has kept him going this past
hour. Now he sees the light of a campfire in front of him, flickering
through the pine-scented gloom.
He hears a familiar voice.
"I cooked. I'm not cleaning up."
"It's your pan."
"Yeah, and I carried it all the way from Edo and made dinner in
it, so you can take your lazy butt down to the stream and wash it."
"Hey, I'm doing you a favor here, pal. Playing escort all the way
"Playing bait, more like, and I don't need an--" Sigh. "Just wash
the damn pan, all right?"
Anotsu hesitates at the edge of the circle of light, and then steps
forward. He does not know the other voice, but Magatsu seems to
consider him...well, perhaps not a friend, but no worse than an
Magatsu glances up almost immediately and stares for a long moment.
"As you see."
Magatsu shakes his head and lets out a breathless half-laugh. "Thought
I was seeing your ghost there for a second."
"Anotsu?" The other man turns toward him. "Anotsu Kagehisa?"
His hand now lies casually across the hilt of his sword. Anotsu
takes in the scars and the missing eye. He smiles.
"The very same. And you, of course, are Manji. I've waited so long
to meet you."
The man drums his fingers on the sheath of his sword. "Well. The
master himself. You lookin' for me, pal?"
Anotsu sees the uncertain look Magatsu is giving him and catches
his eye. Don't interfere, he tells him silently. Magatsu will obey,
though clearly he isn't happy about it.
"If I had been looking, I would have found you long ago. You hardly
bothered to hide yourself."
"Would it have done any good? Everywhere I go, I've got your guys
on my tail. The mask-maker said no one was following me, but I've
got to say it's been a hell of a coincidental few months if that's
"The mask-maker. Is Araya dead too, then?"
"Yeah. You didn't hear?"
"I did not. So. Another of my number falls to your sword. How many
is that now?"
Manji shrugs. "I lost count."
"I doubt that. Enough, anyhow. More than enough. High time we met."
All Anotsu has to do is brush the hilt of his own sword with his
fingertips, and Manji is on his feet, blade out and ready. Anotsu
smiles at him, declining to draw just yet.
"Kuroi was my first, you know. And yours. My first follower, your
first victim. A shame. You wouldn't have taken him so easily if
he'd known your little secret."
"Huh. Not so secret any more, is it?"
"No. It's not."
Now Anotsu draws. Even as he does, he debates the wisdom of fighting
when so wearied, but it is too late for doubt. The battle is joined.
They circle each other, moving around the small fire with their
swords just touching. Anotsu unslings his axe and hands it to Magatsu.
He won't need it.
The rasp of metal on metal rings clear against the crackle of the
fire. Anotsu can feel the vibration of Manji's sword against his,
sliding so smoothly, both honed to an edge sharp enough to cut air.
The barest trace of oil lingers, doing away with friction, making
the slide so easy that Anotsu finds himself already closer than
he meant to get.
Manji grins at him. As one, they step away from the fire.
Magatsu's hands strangle the hilt of Anotsu's axe. He watches the
men, outlined by the fire. Every step is precise; every blow falls
as if choreographed and is blocked just as neatly.
He knew Manji was better than him. He didn't know how much better.
He has never seen anyone hold up against Anotsu this long, and Manji
isn't just holding up. He is making Anotsu work.
Swing and flash and glitter, metal and reflected firelight, and
every second Magatsu expects a cry of pain, a fountain of blood.
His grip on the axe tightens and relaxes, tightens and relaxes.
Tension grips his stomach and squeezes down. He can only hope Manji
loses. Manji will heal. Anotsu won't.
Won't heal. Could die, in fact. Right here. Magatsu swallows hard.
He's not used to being afraid for Anotsu.
He looks down at the axe cradled in his lap and finds he has unraveled
half the cloth wrapping without noticing.
Clash of metal, hiss of breath. He looks up. Manji's sleeve is sliced
open to the shoulder. Anotsu's kimono has a slash across the front,
the edges of which are flooded with crimson.
He is on his feet without thinking.
The fire has burned low. Magatsu clears it easily and lands between
them. Anotsu's axe is in his hand, the weight of it straining his
"Enough. Stop it."
He glances between the two of them. Manji looks amused as always.
Anotsu looks almost shocked, though it's debatable whether that's
because of Magatsu's interruption, or the fact that Manji has actually
managed to cut him.
"Just stop. Not tonight. All right?"
Manji grins at him. "Sit down, kid. You're out of your league."
Magatsu turns his back on him, presses his hand to Anotsu's chest.
The blood has slowed to a trickle that oozes over the back of his
"He'll stop if you will. There will be other times for this." He
steps in closer and lowers his voice. "You could have had him if
Asano's daughter hadn't gotten him first. You might still. Talk
to him. You know he's good."
Anotsu's mouth curves in something close to a smile. He traces the
slash in his kimono, running light fingers over the back of Magatsu's
hand along the way.
"I do indeed. As for *having* him... I think it was you who got
to him first."
"You know that's not what I meant," Magatsu mumbles.
"And yet I don't hear you denying it."
Magatsu looks up, startled, to meet Anotsu's eyes. "I'm denying
Anotsu reaches out and smoothes a thumb across Magatsu's cheek.
Its path is sticky and slightly warm. Magatsu touches it, and his
fingers come away stained. Marked with Anotsu's blood.
Anotsu smiles a tilted smile at him. "All right. Now deny you want
to have him."
Pause. Deep breath. "You first."
He has just time to catch Anotsu's widened eyes before a hand lands
on his shoulder and turns him around.
Manji takes his jaw in one hard hand and turns his face to catch
"Nice makeup. Araya'd appreciate it. Are you two done now, or do
you want some privacy?"
Magatsu pulls away, horribly close to blushing, and walks heavily
around the fire to resume his former seat. Should have stayed out
of it. Let them kill each other if that's what they wanted.
It is the silence that makes him look up, finally.
Manji and Anotsu are standing quite still, weapons hanging at their
sides. Both of them are looking at him.
Manji starts laughing, and Anotsu smiles at him with such real warmth
that it steals his breath. He has to look away, and he occupies
himself with pulling the rest of the wrapping from Anotsu's axe.
The curve of it is painted red with firelight, a warmer shade than
blood. He runs one finger around the base of the hilt. The angles
come together, front and back, in a way that feels almost organic.
He has never held it before, and the fascination of it is enough
to let him forget his discomposure. It is delicately made for such
a barbaric thing. His hands wander along the length and breadth
of it. He remembers touching Anotsu like this, as if he could absorb
some understanding of the man--or the weapon--through his skin.
Something, some slight noise, makes him look up. Anotsu is watching
him. Eyes fixed, lips parted. Magatsu has never seen him so unaware
of a weapon as he seems to be of the naked blade now hanging forgotten
in his hand.
Manji is surely watching both of them, as he watches everything,
but--with Anotsu looking at him like that, Magatsu simply does not
He looks up at Anotsu with half-lidded eyes and runs his finger
slowly along the blade of the axe. Circling the base again, up along
the curve. Slowly, slowly. Flirting with the edge, sliding up over
He sees Anotsu's mouth forming words too quiet to hear, sees him
His finger slips a fraction off course, and the razor edge of the
blade cuts him open. He holds Anotsu's eyes as he sucks the blood
Anotsu takes one stiff step forward, looking almost unwilling. Then,
with one of those lethal flashes of speed, he is on his knees beside
Magatsu. He looks as if he wants to speak, but remains silent. He
grasps Magatsu's wrist.
Magatsu lets his wounded finger be pulled from his mouth. The cool
air numbs it, but in a second it is engulfed once more in heat.
Anotsu's tongue finds the cut and delves into it.
Magatsu can feel the skin pulled apart along the split, the rough
warmth penetrating, cleaning away the blood. It stings, but he finds
himself pushing into the pain, wanting more. He closes his eyes
and tries not to moan.
"Damn," Manji mutters to himself.
If there was anything he wasn't expecting out of his first meeting
with the leader of the Itto-ryu...this is it, right here. Not that
he's about to complain.
The way Magatsu talks about Anotsu--when he does, which isn't often--Manji
would never have guessed that they were fucking. But this clearly
isn't the first time.
They make quite a picture. Manji props the tip of his sword in the
dirt and leans against it, taking a moment just to watch. By the
look on Magatsu's face, Anotsu might as well be giving him a blow
job. And Anotsu, on his knees, going at Magatsu's cut like there's
nothing else in the world he'd rather be doing. Certainly not like
he was fighting for his life about two minutes earlier.
And still, the man has his sword pointed at Manji as if to skewer
him in place. The position must be a strain, but the arm held straight
out behind him does not waver.
Manji wonders how much of that steadiness is attention and how much
simply muscle memory.
He watches a few seconds longer, but he was never much for watching
when he could be doing. He finds his hand moving with purpose down
between his legs and decides that he's watched long enough.
He makes deliberate noise as he takes the first step, sees Anotsu
stiffen, and stops. The next step is as silent as he can make it,
as is the jump that puts him close enough to whip the sword out
of Anotsu's hand.
He didn't have a plan when he started this, but he has one now.
He grins as Anotsu turns toward him. One vertical slice, precisely
judged, and then two horizontal, and Anotsu's clothes fall in shreds
around him. Manji lets his grin turn a little smug. Not only did
he do that left-handed without drawing a drop of blood, but he did
it with Anotsu's own sword. He has reason to be smug.
Anotsu stands and takes a step toward Manji. The pure arrogance
on his face doesn't falter as Manji looks him up and down. His lips
are wet and shining, and he licks them as Manji watches.
No anger, no attempt to regain his weapon or his clothes. This isn't
going quite how Manji pictured it. Anotsu simply stalks toward him
with such intent in his eyes that he's hard pressed not to back
Anotsu doesn't stop until he is close enough that Manji can feel
breath against his face. A half-smile creeps onto Anotsu's lips
as he pulls first one sword and then the other from Manji's loosened
grasp and lets them fall to the ground. One eyebrow lifts in inquiry,
and Manji is torn between laughter and irritation.
It is, he tells himself, solely in an attempt to wipe the that arrogance
from Anotsu's face that he falls to his knees and takes Anotsu's
cock in his mouth.
Magatsu can do no more than stare. And want.
His eyes follow the clean line of Anotsu's back to where it is broken
by Manji's hand, moving to squeeze his ass. They are turned enough
toward him that he can see where Anotsu's cock disappears into Manji's
This is not what Magatsu wanted.
Manji's hands hold Anotsu's body in place, forcing this pleasure
on him, and Anotsu has given himself up to it. His neck arches,
and his hands are buried in Manji's hair. His eyes are closed. He
knows nothing but this.
It is all too clear. Manji is giving Anotsu what he needs. They
are evenly matched, even in this, and Magatsu feels the ache of
jealousy in his bones, in his heart, in his cock. He is hard, despite
everything--or because of it--and getting harder every second he
He closes his eyes. This time, he cannot break them up. He wants
to leave. Just walk off into the forest, forget about both of them.
Continue on the road to Kaga on his own. Find Shira. Slaughter him.
Images of blood and destruction play on his closed eyelids, far
more attractive than he'd like them to be. His hands tighten again
on Anotsu's axe, and the image of Manji and Anotsu bleeding into
a carpet of pine needles is vivid and terribly real. He wonders
if Manji would die if he cut off his head.
He wonders if he could go on without Anotsu in the world. Long enough
to take care of Shira, anyway. That's what matters.
A hand closes over him through his clothes, and he looks up, startled.
He never heard them approach. It's Manji's hand, but it's Anotsu's
eyes he stares into.
He hears Manji's rough chuckle as the hand rubs at his hardness.
"Feeling a little left out?"
The question barely registers. Anotsu's eyes are gentle, and his
knuckles stroke Magatsu's cheek. He cups the back of his head and
draws him close. Their lips touch lightly at first, then harder,
deeper, and Magatsu can't help the sounds he's making as he opens
to Anotsu's searching tongue.
Anotsu opens Magatsu's robes, pressing him to the ground and laying
him bare for Manji. Shirt stripped off over his head, trapping his
arms for a moment while Anotsu sucks at his neck. Then the shirt
is gone, but he is reluctant to move for no reason he can name.
His arms lie heavily on the ground at his sides, as if bound there.
Anotsu is above him, blocking the world from his sight, but he can
feel a hand moving idly up and down his leaking shaft that is far
too large to be Anotsu's, even if Anotsu's hands were not already
He tries to sit up, but Anotsu presses him back down immediately,
one hand hot on his chest, the other in his hair, kissing him hard.
The pressure of his lips is brutal and unyielding, no room for argument,
and the nip at Magatsu's lower lip is serious. Almost enough to
break the skin, to make him bleed again. As if this night hasn't
made him bleed enough already.
Anotsu watches him as if waiting for something, but Magatsu cannot
move, or think of anything beyond this second. Past and future seem
equally dangerous and uncertain. He feels that any action will shatter
both and leave him with nothing.
He tenses, and his hands curl into fists at his sides. Anotsu takes
hold of his wrists and places Magatsu's hands where he wants them--on
Paralysis broken, Magatsu finds himself able to take what he has
been given. Anotsu's skin is fine, smooth, and pale. Magatsu's hands
remember, though it has been so long, the shoulders, the chest,
the corded muscle of his arms. He reaches around to Anotsu's back,
bumping over the ridge of each vertabra. Halfway down, Anotsu tries
to stop him and pull back, but he won't let that happen. He needs
to erase Manji's touch somehow, if that's even possible any more.
He remembers the exact curve of Anotsu's lower back. As he slides
his hands lower, Anotsu gives up trying to stop him and pulls him
up into his arms for another vicious kiss.
Falling into the kiss, he reaches down to get his hands under Anotsu's
ass and pull him closer--and freezes.
Another hand is in his path. Not covering Anotsu's ass, but moving
against it in a slow rhythm. Not against it, he finds with a second
hesitant touch, but in it. And the rhythm is one Magatsu recognizes
from the hand slowly jerking his own cock.
He opens his eyes, pulls away from Anotsu's mouth, and stares. Manji
is grinning at him over Anotsu's shoulder.
He looks back to Anotsu, not even sure what he's looking for, not
sure what he wants from this, because at this point he can't honestly
say he wants to stop--whatever the outcome.
He finds his answer in the stillness of Anotsu's body and the question
in his eyes. Anotsu is waiting for his permission.
His permission. He could stop all this now, with a word, with a
look. Anotsu would obey. He can see it in those eyes, that expression.
Raw and open, deliberately exposed. For him. All for him.
He closes his eyes for one second, and then kisses Anotsu hard.
Gives him the answer he wants. Puts his hand on Anotsu's cock and
jerks once, almost roughly, before stopping to spread slickness
from the leaking tip up its length.
Anotsu nearly cries out at that first harsh tug, nearly comes right
there. Manji's fingers are working viciously inside him, and it
was hell to hold himself still when every movement hit just right,
when every thrust was a pleasure almost too intense to bear. Manji
was doing it on purpose, of course. Trying to get a reaction out
of him. Trying to win this game they're playing--only now Magatsu
is in it, and with Magatsu it is never a game.
But that look of trust, that permission granted and sanction given
is so much what he needs. He can't imagine stopping now, and Magatsu's
hand on him is driving him closer to the edge every second.
He feels Manji shift behind him, though the fucking he is getting
from those two strong fingers doesn't falter. There is a rustle
of fabric, and then he feels the heat of Manji's chest pressed flush
against his back. Manji's mouth, open and sucking on his shoulder
blade. Manji licks upward, across his shoulder, up to kiss his neck,
his jaw. Manji's other hand starts to turn his head so their lips
Magatsu stops it. Wrenches the hand away and stares hard over Anotsu's
shoulder at Manji. His face is fierce and set, and the expression
is plain enough for anyone to read: Mine.
Anotsu shivers and can't look away. Doesn't want to look away. Magatsu's
free hand cups his face, expression unchanged. He touches Anotsu's
jaw where Manji's mouth was. His fingers stop at Anotsu's lips and
Anotsu takes them in, sucking as he did before, tongue pressed against
that cut for the last trace of blood. Magatsu leans forward and
kisses him around his fingers, licking at his lips. Then he draws
back and sets up a gentle rhythm, thrusting shallowly into Anotsu's
mouth as he works his cock.
Anotsu moans. Can't hold it in any more. Two fingers fucking his
ass, three in his mouth, and he can't pretend for a second he doesn't
wish it was Magatsu's cock instead. He grips Magatsu's upper arms
desperately and gives himself up to it.
He rocks back and forth, caught and incapable of escaping even for
a second the sensations filling his body, his mind, all of him.
Out of control for maybe the first time in his life, held by these
two men, he can feel himself slipping away. His moans are louder
now, broken and needy. In the small corner of his mind still available
for thought, he knows how he sounds, and knows he will be ashamed
later, because he sounds, oh god--wanton. But for now, there is
His eyes are closed again, and he only realizes it when he hears
Magatsu telling him to open them. He does, and that same look of
possession still blazes on Magatsu's face.
It is too much. Another rough thrust from behind, another slide
of Magatsu's fist over the length of his aching cock, and he comes.
His body is rigid as pleasure washes through him, so sharp it almost
hurts. Magatsu and Manji work him till the last, till he slumps
forward, panting and spent.
Magatsu slides his fingers out of Anotsu's mouth and tips his head
up until their eyes meet. The possessiveness is still there, but
softened, tinged with something that looks almost like awe.
"Beautiful," Magatsu murmurs to him. "So beautiful."
He is panting, heart slowly coming down from a wild pace that makes
him feel he has run for miles. A film of sweat covers his body,
sticking against Manji's chest. Manji's breath is hot against his
ear. He feels himself sway forward and tightens his grip on Magatsu's
He catches himself for a moment, but his grip doesn't hold for long.
He looks in Magatsu's eyes and lets himself fall. It is exhaustion,
he tells himself. Walking all day, the fight, then this--exhaustion.
That's why he is shaking ever so slightly. That's why he has no
thought of resistance as Magatsu pulls him closer, into his arms,
into his lap.
He twists his fingers into Magatsu's hair and buries his face against
the salt-sweet skin of his neck. Magatsu strokes his hair, his face,
his back, speaking softly in his ear all the while. Telling him
he's beautiful. Telling him so much more. And exhaustion is a good
enough excuse for the tears he has to blink away.
His breath catches in his throat, almost a sob, and Magatsu kisses
his hair and lays them both down. Rolls them over until Anotsu is
under him, cradled in his arms and happy to stay there. Magatsu
brushes his lips over Anotsu's jaw to the corner of his mouth. He
pauses there for a moment, and Anotsu turns his head into the kiss.
It's a feeling of sinking when he opens his mouth to Magatsu. Sinking
into warm water, or his own bed. The comfort of a perfect fit. It
is a slow kiss, but there is no hesitation as Magatsu's tongue slips
past his lips and slides wetly against his own.
For long moments, he is aware of nothing but how their mouths move
together, how Magatsu tastes, how it feels to be held so close.
Then he feels Magatsu's hardness pressing against his hip. His first
touch gets him a low hiss, and he wants to hear more.
Manji sighs. That's it. Time to give up and take care of himself.
Those two wouldn't notice if an entire sword school held practice
five feet away. They sure as hell aren't going to notice one horny
kenshi. Or care if they did.
He's not really upset. He sort of feels like he *should* be--it's
a hell of a thing to do to a guy, get him all worked up and leave
him hanging. And he won't try and deny that that little scene got
him worked up. Anotsu between them, moving like something wild,
just the way he fought--unbelievable. No restraint, no limits.
So maybe he should be upset. But he looks at the two of them, and
it's so goddamn obvious what they are to each other. So obvious
this is way more than just sex to them. So he can't really resent
He could be jealous...but no, not even really that. Love isn't all
it's cracked up to be.
They can have their privacy--and it might be better to get going
before Anotsu remembers that the original plan was to cut him into
little pieces. The guy is fucking amazing with that katana. And
Manji can't help noting that the sheer weight of that axe could
shatter almost any weapon he's got.
Not that he couldn't take Anotsu if he had to. He just doesn't want
to spend another two weeks on his back healing from the fight. He's
got things to do.
He stands and starts off down toward the stream, but gets only a
few steps. As he walks past them, he feels something catch at the
hem of his kimono. Still hanging open, it slides back, baring his
shoulders. He looks down.
Two hands, Magatsu's and Anotsu's, are holding him in place. They
are still wrapped up in each other, not even looking at him. But
it's an invitation, from both of them.
He thinks briefly of the alternative--his own hand, a cold walk
until dawn. Fuck that.
He lies down carefully beside them. Not quite touching, but closer
than he's comfortable with. Anotsu doesn't seem to have the fight
on his mind, but Manji still feels wary. Most people don't switch
gears that completely. Maybe Anotsu's one of those people, but maybe
he's just a tricky bastard.
Anotsu watches Manji watching him. There's a suspicion there that
Manji doesn't need tonight. Not any more.
Something changed when Manji got up to leave. Some slight stiffness
in Magatsu's body that wasn't there before. It's gone now, and Magatsu
thrusts into his hand for the first time as Manji lies down beside
them. Anotsu sees the turn of his head toward Manji, hears his soft
intake of breath. He looks unsure, but he is growing steadily harder.
Anotsu shifts his weight and rolls them over until they are on their
sides, facing each other. Magatsu is between them now. He's not
meeting Anotsu's eyes, but Anotsu feels his reaction as his shoulder
touches Manji's body.
Manji is stroking himself slowly, watching Anotsu with caution and
an affected disinterest that is less than convincing.
Anotsu isn't entirely sure that he wants Manji anywhere near Magatsu,
but...they look good together. And he likes Magatsu's half-concealed
shivers at the brush of Manji's skin on his. And he can't do what
he has in mind himself; he is too drained. And...maybe the idea
of watching as Magatsu is taken is hotter than he'd like it to be.
He looks at Manji over Magatsu's shoulder.
"You want to touch him. Don't you?"
There is a small noise of protest from Magatsu. He ignores it.
"Yeah." Manji's voice is rough.
"Do it. Put your hands on him."
Manji hesitates, one hand hovering less than an inch above Magatsu's
Magatsu breathes out softly at the first touch of the broad hand
on his shoulder, and Anotsu smiles. Magatsu needs this. The reason
doesn't matter. Anotsu wants him to have it.
He looks down to find Magatsu looking back at him, expression torn
between uncertainty and longing. Anotsu kisses him gently--gentle
as the kisses Magatsu has been giving him--and then moves down his
neck, tasting sweat and desire.
He slides down Magatsu's body, mouth on the flat plane of his chest,
licking over his nipples, teasing with the tip of his tongue until
they harden. Magatsu arches toward him, hissing between his teeth.
Manji shifts closer, pressing Magatsu between them. His touch is
more sure now, and he pinches Magatsu's nipple between thumb and
forefinger just as Anotsu leaves and slides lower.
He presses wet, open-mouthed kisses against the soft skin of Magatsu's
stomach. Manji works on already-sensitized nipples until Magatsu
is squirming between them. Anotsu knows exactly how he feels--moving
away for some relief from too much pleasure and finding only more,
no matter which way he turns.
There must be an end eventually, and Anotsu knows how he wants this
to end. He works his way across heated skin and kisses Magatsu's
hip just as Manji's hand finds its way there.
Manji freezes, eyes shadowed with wariness, and Anotsu smiles to
himself. The man who killed Kuroi Sabato and Araya Kawakami is afraid
of him. Well. That adds a certain edge to all this, doesn't it?
He brushes his lips over Manji's knuckles and licks up the length
of his forefinger before taking it into his mouth. He holds Manji's
eyes as he sucks steadily and flicks his gaze to Magatsu.
By the surprise in Manji's eyes, he gets the message, and Anotsu
lets the finger slide out of his mouth, thoroughly wet.
Magatsu saw that exchange between them. He knows what's coming,
but it's still a shock when it happens.
Manji's finger rubs over his entrance for a brief second and pushes
in, just as Anotsu swallows his cock in one long slide.
He pushes forward automatically. He can't think with them doing
this to him. Anotsu by himself can drive him half out of his mind,
but that finger pushing softly and insistently into him is sending
him over the edge and out of control.
Anotsu's mouth sucks greedily at him, and long fingers play with
his balls, stroking, tickling. He can't help or even temper his
thrusts any more. Forward into wet heat, backward into brief flares
of pleasure. He opens his mouth to ask for more, but can't get the
Still, Manji seems to read his intent. There is another finger at
his entrance now, but it's too much, stretches him too much, and
the friction is verging on painful. He doesn't want them to stop,
Anotsu's hand shoots over to grab Manji's wrist. He pulls off Magatsu's
cock, and even with lips red and swollen, the look on his face is
a warning Magatsu can't imagine anyone ignoring. Manji stops.
Anotsu slides up until he and Magatsu are face to face. His voice
is pitched low, for Magatsu's ears only.
"I should have asked you."
He shakes his head. "No. It's okay."
"It's not. Do you want this? Do you want him?"
"I can't... Not like this." He can feel himself blushing, unsure
whether in embarrassment at the conversation, or in shame for not
being able to take the pain. "It hurts. You know."
"Do you have anything?"
And that just makes it worse, because of course he does. He's been
carrying around a bottle of cream that O-Ren gave him, ostensibly
for sunburn, for months now. Since long before he and Anotsu parted.
He fumbles through the folds of his discarded clothing and presses
the bottle into Anotsu's hand. Finds he can't do this with no explanation.
He pulls Anotsu close and kisses him.
"For you," he whispers. "It was--"
"I know. Hush."
Anotsu opens the bottle and simply waits, looking over Magatsu's
shoulder, until Manji holds his hand out. Anotsu smiles briefly
and takes it, kissing the back before spreading the cream over his
A second later, Magatsu shuts his eyes at the feel of those cool
fingers stretching him and Anotsu's lips on his.
Anotsu eases back down, not taking him in fully this time, but licking
at his cock, distracting him from the near-pain as he is opened.
"You all right?" Manji asks quietly. He can only nod. "You got to
relax, okay? It'll go easier if you relax."
"Relax?" He could almost laugh at that. "You two are killing me."
Manji chuckles in his ear. "You want me to stop?"
"Didn't think so. At least try. It'll make a difference. Promise."
So he does try, letting himself go limp and leaning back against
Manji's solid heat. And abruptly, it is easier. Two fingers slide
in, and he gasps at the feeling.
He can hear the grin in Manji's voice and resists the urge to send
an elbow back into his ribs. It's not as if he enjoys taking instruction
from him at the best of times. He didn't think it would be so painfully
obvious that he's never done this before. He wonders if Anotsu knows.
Probably. He expected this to feel wrong, simply because it isn't
Anotsu--taking him. He wonders what it means that it doesn't.
"One more," Manji tells him.
It's not much warning. He has no time to worry. Three fingers inside
him now, pushing in and leaving him gasping for air as they hit
that spot, sharp and hard. His hips jerk forward and then back.
"Enough!" His voice is too loud, and he doesn't care. "Enough. Just
Manji twists his fingers. "Impatient?"
"I can reach that axe from here," Magatsu growls. "Just so you know."
Manji laughs. "I can take a hint when you beat me over the head
with it. Hang on."
The fingers are withdrawn, and Magatsu can't stop the sound he makes
at the loss.
Anotsu's mouth leaves him at the same time. Anotsu moves up and
takes Magatsu's face in his hands, holding his eyes as he feels
the head of Manji's cock push into him.
He bends his leg at the knee, trying to accommodate this new invasion,
but it's not enough. He throws his leg over Anotsu's hip, and Manji
slides home in one long thrust that steals Magatsu's breath and
makes his heart hammer.
Manji is still now, waiting. Magatsu reads the question in Anotsu's
eyes and nods jerkily. He's as ready as he's likely to get.
Manji figures he can stand not moving for about ten more seconds.
He's holding his breath and holding on too hard to Magatsu's arm,
trying for patience. His patience is likely to leave bruises.
Anotsu's hand touches his hip and slides to cup his ass, pulling
him forward, urging him to move, finally. He does.
He watches as Anotsu takes Magatsu's face in both hands again, expression
rapt and unwavering. Manji finds himself watching Anotsu just as
hard as he bends himself around Magatsu's body, searching for leverage,
trying to get deeper. Finally, he has to look away, curling his
head down and pressing his forehead against Magatsu's back, straining
for *more* and unable to get it.
He reaches out blindly and finds Anotsu's shoulder, pushing back,
hoping he hasn't gone too far because it would kill him to stop
now. Anotsu rolls willingly onto his back, taking Magatsu with him.
Manji braces his hands on either side of them and slides in deep.
Feels like he's been hard forever, needing exactly this. He draws
out and pushes in again, opening his eyes to watch the play of muscles
in Magatsu's back.
The position is hard to maintain, but it seems somehow necessary.
And having Anotsu laid out under both of them is a point in favor
of it. Magatsu is propped up on his elbows, forearms braced on the
ground on either side of Anotsu's head.
Anotsu must see something in his eyes because he pulls Magatsu's
head down for a kiss, roughly. Manji moves steadily over them, and
when Magatsu pulls back, panting, his lips slide over Anotsu's cheek
with the force of Manji's next thrust.
Manji almost forgets what he's doing, stilling for a moment as Anotsu's
eyes close and his neck arches back. He comes back to himself with
his hand slipping on the fabric of Magatsu's discarded robe. He
shifts back onto his knees, pulling out, and hesitates.
Magatsu has bent his head until his cheek rests against Anotsu's.
Once again, Manji might as well be a thousand miles away.
He takes Magatsu's hips and pulls him back sharply until he is forced
up onto his knees. His body is still straining down toward Anotsu,
but the second Manji gets his cock pressed up against his ass, Magatsu
moans quietly and pushes back. Manji lightens his grip and lets
Magatsu move, lets him push back onto his cock and move on it. Fucking
himself deep, deeper than Manji would have dared this soon.
It's been so goddamn long, and as Magatsu thrusts back again, body
taking Manji's cock in a tight, hot grip, Manji finds himself biting
his lip. Not just to keep quiet, but hard. Until he tastes blood.
Looking for pain, for some way to keep himself from coming too soon.
Because if it was up to him, this would go on forever.
Anotsu smiles as Magatsu's thrusts grow more and more wild. He leans
up and catches his mouth for a quick kiss. Rests a hand on the back
of his neck. Slides his mouth over the hard angle of Magatsu's jaw
to his neck. He pauses there, sucking, tasting faint salt, running
his tongue in circles and relearning the fine texture of Magatsu's
skin. If he leans up just a little further, he can catch one earlobe
between his teeth and nibble. He can't help smiling at Magatsu's
"Is this what you wanted?" He pauses to kiss Magatsu's cheek. "Is
it? For your first time? Or did you want it to be me taking you?
Pushing into you. Opening you up one inch at a time. I know you've
thought about it. How did you see it? You face down on the bed,
naked and waiting for me?"
Magatsu moans. His eyes are scrunched shut, and his head twists
towards Anotsu's lips.
"Or on your back, legs spread. Stroking yourself as I work my way
up the inside of your thigh. I'd go so slowly, taste every inch
of you. Mark you every step of the way."
"Oh god, stop, you have to-- I'm going to--"
"Or maybe this is exactly how you wanted it. He could break you
without half trying, you know. Take you so hard you'd feel it for
days, remember the feel of him inside you with every step. Is that
what you want?"
Magatsu is shoving himself back onto Manji's cock now, rough and
hard. His hands are bruisingly tight on Anotsu's shoulders. His
breath comes in sobs and gasps.
"I think so," Anotsu murmurs. "I think that's exactly what you want.
So easy to let him overwhelm you, yes? So strong, so rough. You
look perfect like this. Fucking yourself on his cock. Beautiful."
Magatsu opens his eyes, and the look in them makes Anotsu catch
his breath. He can't say any more.
Everything Magatsu feels for him, everything that Anotsu has tried
so hard in the past not to acknowledge, is right there. Magatsu's
eyes are on fire with it--and with need. Pleading with him to finish
this. Anotsu can only stare for a moment, wondering what Magatsu
sees in him that puts that look in his eyes.
He breaks away from that hot gaze and catches Manji's eye. Not difficult
to do. Manji's been staring at him all night. Fear, wariness, or
simple desire, he doesn't know which, but he wouldn't have expected
this man, Kuroi's killer, to be so...malleable. Manji will take
his slightest cue.
Manji holds his gaze for a second longer. Then he lays a hand flat
on Magatsu's back, pressing him down, holding him down. His face
is against Anotsu's chest, hips raised, legs spread. Manji's hands
tighten on his hips, pulling him back to meet each thrust.
Anotsu looks now to the man pressed against him and cradles Magatsu's
head with one arm. The other he works between their bodies, sliding
easily across sweat-slicked skin, until he finds Magatsu's cock.
Hard, hot, and leaking, he takes it in his hand. He wants to taste
it again, but there is no time for that.
Magatsu whimpers softly at the touch. Behind him, Manji moves faster,
hips snapping forward with enough force that Magatsu's body is shaken
by it. Anotsu doesn't need to move his hand so much as squeeze as
Magatsu's cock is pushed into it over and over.
Magatsu presses his face hard into Anotsu's chest. Each breath is
a sob. He is keening now, high and steady, punctuated by gasps as
each thrust drives home. The sound wavers and disintegrates, and
Magatsu is pleading and swearing, voice broken and ragged, eyes
Anotsu slides down and cups Magatsu's cheek, lifting his face. Magatsu
opens his eyes.
"Please," he says. "Oh god please, you have to-- I need--"
Magatsu is looking at him as if he can neither see nor imagine anything
or anyone else in the world.
Anotsu kisses him and speaks against his lips, words he thinks he
may regret later, but cannot regret now. "You are my heart, Magatsu
Taito. My heart and my soul. Come for me. Now."
Magatsu stares at him, no breath, no sound. So still, just for a
second. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. Then he is shaking
with the force of his climax, spilling over Anotsu's hand. His eyes
close for a moment, and one tear falls to land hot on Anotsu's cheek.
Magatsu's lips shape words that Anotsu cannot hear, but as breath
returns, he hears his own name whispered again and again like a
Manji is nearly still for a moment, and Magatsu is grateful for
that. He has no room for anything in his world but Anotsu and what
Anotsu has just said to him. He feels himself shaking, and it has
nothing to do with the echoes of pleasure still ringing through
He doesn't know how long it is before Manji starts moving again.
He expected it to hurt, now that his own pleasure is over, but it
is an almost calming feeling. Not gentle, but it is a good feeling
to be rocked between these two, held and safe and warm. Each long
stroke inside him heats his body, but there is no urgency as there
Still, he can feel Manji straining and desperate above him, and
he pushes back into each thrust, squeezes his body around Manji's
cock. There is pain from that, but it is distant and unimportant.
Manji's forehead is pressed to his back, and he can feel every harsh
breath against his skin. Then, Manji is jerking forward and filling
him, hips pumping in short thrusts that seem to get him ever deeper,
until he slumps against Magatsu's body with a long sigh.
There is a pause, then. A moment of stillness. Magatsu can hear
all three of them breathing in the near-silence of the night. Somewhere
far off, a cicada drones. A breeze stirs the trees overhead. One
leaf falls nearby, a herald of the coming autumn.
Manji pulls out of him without a sound, hands moving soothingly
over his lower back. Magatsu shifts, meaning to sit up, but Anotsu
holds him still until Manji returns with a cloth to clean him. He'd
rather not be touched there again right now. Too sensitized. But
Anotsu's hands on him are insistent, and he submits.
Manji sets the cloth aside. He kneels, hands resting on his thighs.
He's trying to clear his head, to make some sense of what just happened,
but it's not going well. It happened so goddamn fast.
Yesterday--just a few hours ago--things were simple. Magatsu was
a kid who reminded him a bit of himself long ago, and he was doing
a good deed helping him out and following Rin's trail at the same
And he was not, definitely not, abso-fucking-lutely *not* thinking
of him...like this. He's got no business thinking of him--of either
of them--like this. He watches Anotsu's hand moving steadily over
Magatsu's hair. No business at all. Especially not now, seeing what
He looks at Magatsu's back and sees the shadows of bruises forming
where his fingers were a minute ago.
He blinks. Picks up the cloth and pushes it into Magatsu's hand.
He needs to be away. Now.
He stands, aware now of an ache in his legs, in his arms, in his
hands where he was holding Magatsu so tightly. He puts the fire
between them, needing even that small separation. He spreads his
blankets on the ground and all but falls onto them. He curls on
his side, facing away from them. That lasts maybe a minute. He turns
over, not wanting to, but feeling compelled to watch.
Magatsu is wiping away come from his stomach and Anotsu's hand,
looking into Anotsu's eyes the whole time. Anotsu pulls him down,
and they lie tangled together, exchanging kisses, touches, words
that Manji cannot hear. He doesn't want to hear. Anotsu looks at
him suddenly over Magatsu's shoulder, eyes sharp and clear and knowing,
and damned if Manji can't hold his gaze for more than about two
He turns away again, staring into the dark.
He gets no warning, no perception of movement. Anotsu is simply
there, standing beside him, looking down at him. Not smiling, but
his expression is softer than...than usual, if Manji can make that
judgement after only one night. He thinks he can.
Anotsu spreads out his blanket beside Manji and lies down on his
side, facing him. Manji turns his head at a slight noise and finds
Magatsu has done the same on the other side. Magatsu is smiling
at him crookedly, looking almost shy. He lays a hand on Manji's
cheek to keep him from turning away and kisses him, slowly, savoringly.
Manji turns toward him and pulls him down, arms wrapped tight around
him. He has a vague idea of keeping him here, not letting him go.
Magatsu breaks the kiss at last and lies warmly against Manji's
side, head tucked under his chin. His breathing is already evening
out into the rhythms of sleep.
Manji looks over to Anotsu, almost unwillingly. He can't imagine
there's anything in Anotsu's eyes that he wants to see right now.
In fact, there is nothing at all in Anotsu's eyes. Nothing that
he can read, anyway. Only that unaccustomed softness. After a moment
of watching him, Anotsu smiles and gives a little shrug. He curls
against Manji's side and lays his head on his chest.
Manji looks down at the top of his head in surprise, but Anotsu
doesn't seem to be going anywhere. After another long moment of
listening to the nights sounds, the rush of water over rocks, he
unwraps one arm from around Magatsu and pulls Anotsu closer to him.
Anotsu murmurs something unintelligible and stretches up briefly
to kiss Manji's jaw. He takes Manji's hand in his, pulling the arm
tighter around him, and brushes a kiss over Manji's knuckles. By
chance, perhaps, their joined hands settle over Manji's heart.
The stars are just visible through a rift in the darkness shrouding
the sky. Manji lies perfectly still and watches as wisps torn from
the clouds cover and reveal them. He listens to the two men beside
him breathe. Magatsu's hair, moved by a brush of air, tickles his
He smiles at the stars and lets his eyes close.