Of Sword and Sheath
Disclaimer: they respectfully belong to Kamijyo-sensei.
Credit: words of gratitude for Jouhaiichi for proof-reading this fic and for simply nudging me to write in the first place.
Love is a verb
Love is a doing word
Teardrop; Massive Attack
Chapter 1 of 3
"You didn't come to the ceremony."
It was a traditional custom for a samurai son to bear his own sword as soon as he was having his genpuku ritual.
Sometimes, Sarutobi Sasuke couldn't help but think Sanada Daisuke bore a heavier sword more than other common samurai son did.
"Sasuke," Yukimura called his name gently. "Daisuke will be the next heir of Sanada House. It's quite impolite not to attend his genpuku ceremony."
"Like I care."
When Yukimura smiled, his smile was even gentler. Taking a seat beside the young man, he leaned back onto the tree. The Sanada House's garden was more beautiful when it was full moon night like now. He used to enjoy the moon viewing with his subordinates, his Ten Guardians, with cups of sake and laughter all the night. Yet tonight none of them was with him, due to their main duty, safe for the youngest of the Ten.
"The more the merrier, Sasuke. I was lonely because you weren't there."
"You're always reckless, Yukimura."
"You always know me the best."
Sasuke frowned at the words his master had used. He didn't like it even a bit.
Late at night, soft moans and garbled pants elicited from an almost dark room. Quickened breath mixed with quiet murmur of names and begs and strangled cries. One heated moment belonged only to the two occupants of the room.
Of all things Sasuke knew about his master, Yukimura was dangerous. As Genjirou, he was a party animal, flirt-teaser, and such a goddamn sweet-tongued playboy. Yet, he was even more dangerous when he was being himself, the Sanada Saemonnosuke Yukimura.
Just like now.
The older man rolled aside to gave the smaller body beneath his a space. Tossing one leg over Sasuke's thigh, he gulped a big amount of air. The warm body that belonged to Sasuke was still trembling lightly, and Yukimura thought no better way to soothe him but hug his subordinate.
"You're heavy," Sasuke mumbled quietly. "Get off."
Yukimura chuckled. "You didn't say it before even when I was inside you."
Something he couldn't describe in Sasuke's face appeared to freeze for an endearing moment before the usual scowl was placed back.
"You know, Sasuke," Yukimura began as he trailed his palm over the bumps on Sasuke's lean arm. "At the first time we met in that forest, I've never thought that later we would do this."
"Stupid," he mocked. "Haven't you done this so many times?"
"But there's only one you."
Liar. You have another 'Sasuke' before me.
"Don't think too much, Sasuke." Yukimura chided gently as he saw the small up-turn at a corner of Sasuke's lips.
The finger threading through his hair felt so good he almost wanted to close his eyes and just sleep, but he couldn't. Every moment with Yukimura was endearingly, sophisticatedly bittersweet, and he wouldn't let go any of it.
"You look older when you have this," Smiling, Yukimura rubbed gently at the furrow between Sasuke's brows.
"I'm not a kid."
"Not anymore, but you used to."
Sasuke moved to take Yukimura's hand off of his temple and brought it to his lips. Kissing the palm, his tongue carefully caressed the lines of the calloused palm. Dragging his wet, loving tongue over Yukimura's thumb, he took it into his mouth and suckled.
"You and your wicked mouth," Yukimura groaned. "Stop it."
Biting the tip of the thumb none too gently, Sasuke reluctantly released the thumb from his mouth. "Why?"
"Don't you want it?"
"I said stop."
Yukimura regretted it the moment he said that. The flash of hurt crossing the brilliant eyes of his subordinate was more than enough to prove how foolish he had been. Sighing, he caressed Sasuke's cheek with the thumb the younger man had adored before.
"Don't give me that kind of face. You'll only make me want you again."
"Why don't you?" Do want me. Want me selfishly. Want me possessively.
He pulled back a little to see his youngest Guardian. "You're not serious."
"I am, Yukimura."
"There's no need to prove anything. I believe you."
"No, you don't. You don't believe me enough. That's why you wa—"
"We're not going to talk about it anymore."
Daisuke's genpuku, he realized with a pang in his heart, was the obstacle between his so-called relations with his master. As soon as the new head of the Sanada House was decided, the Ten would be deprived from the previous head's side. Fully knowing that he was the strongest, the best of the Ten, Sasuke realized Yukimura would place him on his son's side.
Yukimura would do everything, anything, to make sure that the people he loved were all safe and sound.
Sasuke would do everything, anything, to maintain his place.
From the very beginning, from that time in the dark, terrible forest, he had realized that his place was beside Yukimura's side. Since that unforgettable moment, he had prepared to become an important permanent part of Yukimura's life.
By Yukimura's side was where he chose to be.
And he was glad that Yukimura showed the other side of his only to him.
He was given the privilege to see the sleek, lean body beneath the smooth clothes, the pleasure written on his master face when they were together in bed, the sated face when his master reached the peak, and most of all, one that he would never, ever traded with anything, the smile meant only for him.
The achingly beautiful, loving smile.
It was none of the usual gentle smile his master always donned. The smile was different in its own special way. The smile was his.
"Your Ten will do anything for you."
"Then send me out."
What was important to Yukimura was also important to him. He wanted to eliminate the Tokugawa regime because Yukimura wanted to. Yukimura's dream was his, too. No one could understand his master as he could. Even the younger Sanada or the other nine Guardians didn't understand Yukimura as he did. No one.
"I can kill the fox (1)."
"I know you can."
"But you don't send me."
Though the hidden base at Mount Kudo was still impenetrable yet, it didn't mean the Sanada clan was any safer. The fucking Tokugawa troops were around them. Even Daisuke's mother (2) was one of them. What he didn't understand was why Yukimura had not given any command to annihilate those foes.
"Never question my tactics, Sasuke."
"Tactics? Was that woman also a part of your tactics?"
Yukimura's eyes narrowed dangerously. "I know you hold a grudge against her, but at least you should respect her as Daisuke's mother."
"A Tokugawa's foe has a son from a Tokugawa's fellow. What a perfect tactic."
"Is that why you haven't sent us the Ten out to attack them?" Is that why you make the boy your heir so he would be the one to fulfil your dream?
That traitorous woman gave a birth to Yukimura's heir. That innocent-seeming boy gave Yukimura the wonderful feeling of being a father. He, on the other hand, had not given Yukimura anything valuable enough despite that the man had always been there when the younger man needed him.
So he gave all of him he could offer selflessly. But as time grew, Sasuke knew that his selfless offer was his own selfish excuse to stay by Yukimura's side.
He wanted Yukimura's heart.
"Your sword," he stated calmly. His voice tinted with a glint of desperate realization and emotions even he couldn't tell what. "Your sword will kill Tokugawa."
There were dutiful obligations and passionate desires, and there were ways to show his love for his master.
"I will be your sword."
(1) Ieyasu Tokugawa's nickname
(2) Since Tokugawa Ieyasu was a very scheming and cunning man, some believe that Yukimura's wife was a spy who later committed a suicide in shame, but I'm not so sure whether it's just a tale or not.