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prussiastronk · 2 months

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their Auras are always paired because…. (A Honda x Hanzo smut fic) *Might be OOC*

“Hey Musclehead.”

“Musclehead….”

“Shitty ninja.”

Honda gasped as he started to grind against the dark-haired brunette. Dark rows of teeth marks sprouted along his partner’s neck, slowly matching his own.

They had found themselves in this strange situation before a death tournament.

Honda did not know where Hanzo had been for the past two decades, but he showed up as cheerful as always, even if he was a bit worn-looking. The crow’s feet and forehead lines that dotted his face could not dampen the air of youthful vigor that the ninja radiated. Since Hanzo in his youth was a stern person, it was almost if he was aging backwards.

After dinner that night, they had started off chatting until the topic had gone to the Tonbokiri.

"You unearthed it after all these years?"

"It's like an old friend come back to life." Honda leaned back and stretched.

Somehow their noses had been inching closer and closer.

"You should show it to me."

Honda didn't know if it had been his pre-tournament nerves, some newfound reckless courage from the rebirth into the Nioh(perhaps even both) but he found his lips shoving into the other party's. His face burned from the friction of stubble (Did Hanzo always have this much?).

My lord is going to scold me for this....

Deft fingers worked at stripping off Honda's top garment. Hanzo was careful, as it wasn't right for a diamond to look grimy for his first fight in years. It wasn't easy for Honda to do the same. Apart from brushing off his robe had to also yank off a layer of chainmail. After a few clumsy tries, he finally tossed the armor aside to plant kisses across Hanzo's collarbone. Hanzo squirmed, and, in retaliation, shoved his partner lightly before planting a hard bite on his left pec. His mouthing softened and Honda felt a sudden heat shooting through his body. Hanzo's tongue was devilishly toying with his left nipple.

"F-Fuck....you shitty-" As if instinctively, he grabbed onto the ninja's ass, his left hand sliding down to feel surprisingly supple thighs under fabric. Hanzo paused as he felt himself buck against Honda's growing heat, allowing the other to hook his fingers into his pant slits and tug them down.

Taking advantage of the pause, Honda shoved him against the wall, with one hand clasping his partner's and the other undoing his own trousers to let out his own Tonbokiri, equally aching and hot.

It was like this that these two indomitable forces on the battlefield were left red, slobbering and defenseless against each other.

Their fingers melted together as the two kissed without concern about coming up for air. Hanzo was the first to untangle his left hand (after several tries) in order to lubricate Honda's index and middle finger.

"Do not tell me you're entering without a plan?" Despite Hanzo's attempt to sound critical, a mushy smile plastered itself across his face.

"Pah, what do you take me for, some bonehead?" (he indeed was about to enter without a plan).

Honda's fingers inched their way into the hole, slowly parting the walls as to not hurt the other party. The two kept pressed together so that either was able to feel the other's heartbeat pound through their chest cavities. After a half-lidded nod from Hanzo, Honda retracted his fingers and entered his partner. He propped up Hanzo's right thigh with one hand while interlacing Hanzo's left hand with the other. Despite his appearance and mannerisms, Honda kept his thrusting gentle, although he occasionally could not help piercing his Tonbokiri a bit too vigorously into his partner. Fortunately, Hanzo's sudden back arches were more out of pleasure than pain. Honda was no sadist-pleasure was exactly what he prided himself in giving. Seeing Hanzo give way underneath him gave him the appetite to resume kisses along his throat and collarbone, marking porcelain skin with petals of purple and magenta.

There came a time when Honda grew bored of Hanzo's incoherent moaning (like why does he scream "NIN" at times like these?) and decided to playfully torment the other man.

"Hey, Hattori...do you truly want to be mine for tonight?"

"W-what doth thou mean?" Hanzo gasped in between breaths, frustrated that Honda slowed down right before their climax.

"I want you-" Honda grunted before pausing his movements. "To show me."

"Hanngh.....wretched muscle head...thou art unfair...." Hanzo mewled underneath him, aching from the burning of kisses planted on his neck and fingers straddling his thighs.

"We have all night." Honda whistled, feigning indifference.

"Nnnngh...." the usually prickly Shinobi now had a face full of tears and red as a beet. Honda couldn't help but think he looked awfully beautiful underneath him as his jet black hair scattered across their snowy white sheets, a mosaic of purple and red dotting his wiry but well-sculpted frame, and warm brown eyes glistening with tears of both pain and pleasure.

"Tadakatsu...."

"That's more like it." Honda leaned down to whisper into his partner's ear as he started to thrust into him again, immediately reviving Hanzo's member.

"Nnnngh....Tadakatsu.....Tadakatsu...." Hanzo gritted his teeth as as Honda pounded into him, the larger man's rigid abdominal muscles rubbing against his rock hard cock. It was too hot in that room.

"Masanari....."

Honda appeared almost like a divine being to his partner, his pink hair haloed against the dying candlelight of the room, his body gleaming with sweat as if he was a mineral. His eyes were always a deep red, deep like blood or the sunset, or like the eyes of a Nioh in the midst of judgement. Hanzo tangled the crook of his arm around the other man's slicked neck and his fingers twisted around strands of hair, while his other hand hung onto Honda's for dear life.

"Tadakatsu...."

Hanzo would never admit it, but there was nothing he wouldn't do to satisfy this man. Honda could be fucking him into mud and choking him to near-unconsciousness and he would be happy. But deep down, Hanzo knew there would be no need to go to such lengths to prove his love to Honda-the man he devoted himself to glowed warm and radiant, just like on the day they met.

"Tadakatsu....Tadakatsu..."

However, as great of lengths as he would go to please his lover, Hanzo could not muster out the words "Tadakatsu, I love you". Even when they were locked in fervent coitus, it felt vulgar.

Tadakatsu, don't you know? I survived because we had a dream together.

Honda gave one last thrust, causing both parties to finish at the same time.

Aftercare was curt, with both parties cleaning themselves off in the backyard bath.

Hanzo made a beeline for his garments before being yanked back under the covers by Honda, who insisted that it was unfair for competition reasons that only one of them to have a decent sleep that night. Hanzo protested, his feelings of warmth now turning into a nagging pain after he was enveloped tenderly by a pair of strong arms. Alas, our Shinobi friend had almost limitless stamina in most situations, but even that failed and he eventually dozed off.

Honda awoke to see the other party fast asleep under the covers. Honda could see flecks of sunlight dancing on Hanzo's jet black locks, dotting them with amber.

"Tadakatsu...." A voice sleepily crooned to him.

"What was that?"

"Nothing." Hanzo scrunched his nose before burrowing into his pillow. "Don't tell me your hearing hath gone shot too, Musclehead."

He was surprised to feel a peck on his head, before being turned over for another love bite. As hard as he might, Hanzo could not hide a sigh of contentment upon feeling the hot pricks of affection.

"I never know what you're thinking, you shitty ninja." Honda crooned into his nape. "It's dangerous."

They stayed that way until a faraway gong announced that the first round was nearing.

"I will see you at your fight, Musclehead." Hanzo kissed his hand before getting up to dress.

Honda smirked.

"You will see me win."

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cafeinthemoon · 2 months

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Feral Heart - Chapter III

Chapter 3/?

Wordcount 2,6k

Title Morning Lessons

Fandom Tenkaichi: Nihon Saikyo Bugeisha Ketteisen

Previous chapters

Prologue . 1 . 2

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ 🖤

Warnings: none except that Yagyu tries to keep the inner shinigami quiet

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N. A.: So I'm really self-conscious about this chapter bc though I've had it in mind for a long time, it ended up looking like a joke that was only funny in my head, mostly bc I struggled to describe y/n-san's strike without knowing the exact word for it, I mean how do you English speakers call it when someone clenches their hand and hits other person's head? I've found some expressions like "noogies" and my friend who's also an English teacher sais it's "deck" (a word she claimed to love btw), but tell me what do you think...

Anyways I hope you enjoy this one :)

The morning when you should gather at the training area to watch Yagyu-sama give you a glimpse of what swordsmanship meant was awaited with great expectation by most of the young women, and they couldn’t refrain their tongues to speak about it the night before. At first, since you had no particular interest in the path of the sword, you only hoped that it didn’t leave you as bored as the day of the first presentations, but as time passed you started to think of it seriously, to the point you allowed yourself some curiosity – after all, an opportunity to see the Peerless Swordsman in action didn’t come every day, and deep inside you were willing to see if he was worthy of such esteem.

When the day came at last, you and the others were led by a palace servant to the designated place, where your master was already waiting for you with his usual, composed manners. You glanced as his hand’s height and noticed two katana… made of wood. Of course, real weapons wouldn’t be used against inexperienced students, but somehow you felt relieved with their sight. You raised your eyes again and suddenly startled when they met with his; overcoming you in self-control, he gave you a gentle smile, which you didn’t reciprocate and looked away. You observed the other girls, but they were too focused on their master to pay attention to anything else. You glanced at him again, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw that the smile disappeared from his lips as he interacted with the others; you hated the warmth that reached your cheeks with the realization.

The air around you were full of whispers and excited chattering, but they ceased once Yagyu raised his hand. You weren’t surprised with that: he would never have a hard time managing the girls’ reactions once he was already popular among them.

His first words were less formal than you expected, yet they emphasized the seriousness of the occasion.

– Good morning, girls. I’ve heard you’ve been expecting this moment with great enthusiasm, so let me say that the same goes for me.

The girls cheered up at those words. He walked toward the center of the area, his hands hidden behind his back.

The lesson started with no ceremonies.

– Developing or sharping your skills with the sword is not the only task that will be assigned to you as Nobunaga-sama’s living weapons, but neither it is less important, and that’s why you will be practicing by this hour everyday from now on.

The word “everyday” was followed by a wave of murmurs that echoed or added exclamations of surprise to it. You were looking directly at his face and saw the grin with which he made the announcement, and it was hard not to twist your lips in response.

Of course, he’s enjoying all of this.

– Some might think that wielding a sword is an act restricted to the physical – Yagyu continued – But this is because they only look at things from the outside. You cannot commit such foolishness, my girls. The path of the sword is a mental, even spiritual one. It can reveal things about yourselves that you’ve never imagined to be there, as well as teach you how to read the secrets of your opponent.

From your spot, you were still able to see him, and that’s how you saw the moment he approached the first row. Tension spread around when he offered his hand to a short girl who didn’t seem to be older than you.

– Now, would you mind serving as my volunteer? – and, when the poor girl accepted the invitation with an unintelligible murmur, – What is your name?

– Akemi… Yagyu-sama.

He nodded and took the girl to the center of the area with him. Letting go of her hand, he took one of the wood swords from his belt and offered it to her.

– Do you know how to hold it?

The girl shook her head in a positive answer and held the sword with reasonable balance, even though it was a bit long for her.

– Very well – Yagyu held his own weapon and started walking around the student as he spoke – Let’s see how many secrets we can unveil.

You saw Akemi’s hands tighten their grip around the sword.

– W-what’s going to happen, Yagyu-sama?

His response was to giggle and to poke both her elbows with the tip of his katana, making her raise them a little.

– Nothing you need to be afraid of. After all – he glanced at the girls – Each of your friends have their own secrets as well.

You lowered your eyes at those words, so that there wouldn’t be a chance for another look exchange between you.

– You might have noticed the little correction I made in Akemi’s posture right now – he continued as if nothing happened – Here we had our first revelation. Nervousness, perhaps from lack of confidence, even when it’s clear that she knows how to hold the weapon – he used his sword to touch hers underneath, making her hold it higher – Another one: uncertainty about the strength necessary to hold it properly – he poked each of her feet in their inner side with the sword, separating them from each other – And, finally, not knowing exactly how to occupy the space around her, in order to stay in the right position.

Silence was still lingering as the girls heard the explanations. Now that Akemi was apparently prepared to whatever might happen now, no one knew exactly what to expect, not even herself. Yagyu raised his sword… and put it back on the belt. The girl, still waiting for a response, didn’t move until he approached her.

– As you can see, all of the imperfections on our friend’s performance were fixed once they were identified – he said to all the presents – This is what you are going to learn. Spotting failures in your adversary’s posture while concealing your own weaknesses is the key to a good result. As you can easily suppose, this lesson applies to many fields apart from swordsmanship, but keep in mind that in this specific case, this will mean the difference between your life and your death.

It didn’t escape you the grin growing on his thin lips as the word death crossed it. But, before its shadow lingered on the minds of the students, Yagyu suddenly softened his manners, turning to Akemi and taking back the katana.

– You made an excellent job, Akemi-san – he patted her hair – You were very brave.

The girl agreed with visible relief, then was sent back to her place among the others. No one dared looking at her direction, even less chattering or mocking her. You looked away, scratching the back of your neck. Part of you was relieved for Akemi, while another one was even happier for not being you in her place...

Such happiness didn’t last long, however.

– Reading your adversary, figuring out their weaknesses and using them to your advantage… – he continued his explanation – All of this seems easy when we speak, but reality always brings surprises. This is your second lesson, and to demonstrate it I’m going to need help from another one of you.

Another murmur spread among the girls, the expectation of being the chosen one passing from heart to heart. You just stood quiet, hoping he didn’t extend this for any longer. And, well, he didn’t… but not like you were imagining.

– Y/n-san, can you come forth?

Yagyu’s voice, though soft, entered your ears and shook everything inside like a thunder. You looked ahead, to make sure you weren’t hearing things, but the quietness with which the other girls opened the way for you, as well as the teacher’s eyes glued on your figure, waiting, wouldn’t let you be deceived. You bit your lip and started walking toward the spot where Akemi once was.

You stopped in front of the group and waited. Yagyu approached and offered you the sword used by the previous girl; you observed it for a moment before extending your hand to grab its base: you somehow were aware of the possibility of your hand touching his, and wanted to avoid it. Then, being successful in this, you nodded and murmured a “Thank you”, but your attempt to keeping a formal distance were frustrated when he dismissed it with that soft, clever smile of his, as well as a verbal provocation.

– Too bad that I’ve already learned your name, isn’t it?

Your eyes widened at those words, but you didn’t say anything in response. He just continued the lesson.

– Please, get in position – he asked while doing that very thing.

You obeyed and posed yourself the same way as Akemi. Fortunately for you, he didn’t need to correct anything… Or perhaps he did, but had no intention of doing it, for the gaps in your guard were going to serve as a precious lesson to the students, as suggested by his next command.

– Now, use what you just learned and show us your defense, y/n-san!

And, before you could think of what was going on, his sword came to clash with yours from all possible sides, and you were forced to follow his movements to not stay behind. Indeed, you weren’t experienced with swords or any weapon that surpassed the size of your arm, but you did your best, not wanting to know what would happen if you were hit with a wooden stick. At the same time, you were able to notice the fluid, free way in which he would wield his weapon, almost like a dance. And you sort of admired that.

He moves around with such balance and grace. No wonder I thought he was a woman.

At some point, you stood face to face, your swords pressed against each other. While you held your breath to contain the fatigue, he showed no signs of struggling. The smile he gave you was tender, but you saw the cunning expression in his eyes.

– Tell me, dear – he whispered – What would you do if I was about to kill you?

It was when you understood it. The lesson about surprises – he was expecting you do to something that the girls couldn’t predict. But what could it be? A sudden change in your fighting style? A low blow? A sign of surrender?

You glanced down at your feet and had an idea.

With your left heel, you hit the inner side of his ankle in an attempt to interfere in his balance: supposing that the probability of him being right-handed were higher than the opposite, he might never expect a strike from the left, which would give you a second to move away from his katana’s reach. In your mind, that was an excellent thing to try… but you hadn’t the necessary experience to make it work, and once he understood your tactic he wouldn’t miss the chance to use it against yourself: moving his foot away from yours, he increased the pressure of his sword and, at the same time, stroke your leg on the spot behind your knee. His superiority in speed and strength resulted in you dropping your sword and falling on your back, your breath suddenly pushed out of your lungs.

If only that was all, you could deal with it, but Yagyu seemed to find it insufficient for the lesson: pressing the “blade” of his sword on your neck, he bent down in front of you, leaning on one knee and giving you no space to move or to escape.

– So, now you’re without your sword, immobilized and at your adversary’s mercy – he commented – Breathe heavier and this might be the last time you do it. What are you planning to do now, y/n-san?

You didn’t say anything in response: your mind was everything but concerned about the task of choosing words when you had him closer than he has ever been.

The strands of his hair are spreading around, tickling my cheeks, and I can hear his breath and the clink of his earring.

Those few seconds you stood like this felt like an entire hour, during which neither of you spoke. You thought of moving one of your feet, but you wouldn’t manage to lift it without being stopped by him; then you considered striking him with your knee, but his own was already being used to trap yours; you even thought of headbutting him, but that would be too painful.

You glanced at your right hand and noticed it was free. You clenched and moved it before anything else...

And hit him on his forehead.

You two stood there, silently staring at each other until the a wave of laughter and mockery raised among the entire group of students. Their fragmented voices reached your ears with comments that would go from mild observations such as “I can’t decide if she’s insane or just incredibly funny!” to not so gentle ones, like “What a stupid thing to do! Doesn’t she take the lessons seriously?!” However, you had neither the time or the energy to give them attention, for what you had in front of you made you totally absorbed: Yagyu didn’t deflect or made anything to stop your hand, and you were surprised to see that it was less because he didn’t see it coming than because of his capacity of doing it; his eyes, widened a bit as much as his lips, let that clear.

He wasn’t expecting this. I really caught him off guard.

Perhaps he sensed this realization from your part, for soon after this thought crossed your mind he acted as if nothing happened: leaning the sword on his shoulder, he moved away and stood up, freeing you from his grip and offering his hand to help you leave the ground. You avoided his gaze while you did, then cleaned your clothes and grabbed your sword, forgotten near your feet. The voices of the girls were a constant murmur by now.

Yagyu was the first to speak.

– It seems that y/n-san has a peculiar concept of self-defense – the girls giggled at that comment; he turned to you, scrubbing his forehead on the spot you hit him – But I don’t think she did that as a joke. So, can you explain to your partners what you meant with that… strike?

Part of you was relieved that he took you seriously, but you were a bit annoyed by the way he touched his forehead as if you’ve put all your strength in that move.

You offered the presents an honest explanation.

– I clenched my hand because I had nothing to hold on to in order to make the strike realistic – you pointed at your own forehead – Of course I wouldn’t hurt you on purpose, Yagyu-sama, and that’s probably why you didn’t stop me, but what I imagined was hitting you with a rock or a small knife that I might’ve hidden in my sleeve.

A strange glimmer appeared in his eyes when he heard that, but it was gone as fast as it came, so that you wondered if you just imagined it.

I’m not really sure if he sensed any hostility from me, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he did. Maybe he was just a bit shocked that I had the nerve to simulate what I had in mind. Most of the other girls wouldn’t go so far.

The laughter of the said girls turned into whispers of “Ah, now I get it!” and “That makes sense!” and your master seemed satisfied with that. Since the lesson was well assimilated by all of the students, he decided to continue the classes. With a bright smile, he took your sword and sent you back to the group, where you were surrounded by cheerful girls, excited with the possibility of being his next volunteer.

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