Haruka's Fanfiction

This fic was written to be part of a dojinshi going on sale at an official Fuuma no Kojiro event in Japan November 2008 (it will be translated into Japanese for the DJ.) The theme of the DJ is ‘Mibu as uke.’ Be warned that there is graphic male/male intercourse within.


Words of Wisdom (Fuuma no Kojiro)

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

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Mibu was beyond frustrated. Nothing was going right for him. His sister didn’t value his abilities, the other generals didn’t respect his authority, and worst of all, he kept losing to Kojiro of the Fuuma.

He ground his teeth as he watched the generals banter among themselves. Some were definitely more personable than others, and he knew that he himself was one of the ‘others.’ The situation was too serious for him to want to waste time with idle chatter, let alone the ridiculous flirting some of them indulged in.

It finally became too much for him and he shoved away from the table impatiently.

“Mibu, where are you going?” Musashi asked.

“Training,” he answered curtly.

“What’s wrong with him?” Byakko asked Shien, who shrugged.

“I could ask who pissed in his corn flakes,” Yousui remarked, glancing down at his bowl dubiously, “but around here, maybe someone really did.”

The other generals all pushed away from the table as one.

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From the shadows of the trees, Kagero watched Mibu swing his sword over and over at an invisible target. He admired the grim set to the younger boy’s jaw, the fiercely determined glint in his eyes, and the furious twitch of a muscle in his cheek.

Oh, and the curve of his full lips in that pretty pout was nice, too.

He knew exactly what was bothering Mibu, and decided to offer some assistance. He moved as if to approach, only to find the point of Mibu’s sword poised at his throat.

“What do you want, Kagero?” the teenager growled. “I’m busy.”

“I can see that.” Kagero carefully redirected the sword away from his neck, using his closed fan, then flipped it open and began fanning himself languidly. “Actually, I know what your problem is, Mibu, and I’d like to help.” He moved around the other boy in a circle as he spoke. “You get no respect. Your sister does not acknowledge your abilities or accomplishments, and the other generals are all too ambitious to care about your orders or strategies. It’s as if you’re alone in this fight against Kojiro of the Fuuma.”

“I AM alone,” Mibu retorted, and turned away to continue his practice.

“Not entirely,” Kagero drawled. “I’m loyal enough to Yasha to want to see you succeed, even if it means no personal glory.”

Mibu didn’t reply, so Kagero slipped up behind him and whispered over his shoulder, “I know how you can win.”

He felt the shift in Mibu’s stance, the tensing of his muscles. “What are you up to?”

“Nothing except sharing my desire,” Kagero said and tapped Mibu’s shoulder with the fan. “To see you victorious.” He turned away. “With this information, there is no possible way for you to lose.”

“All right,” Mibu turned toward him, scepticism obvious in his handsome features. “Tell me.”

Kagero chuckled and shook his head. “It’s not THAT easy, I’m afraid. Every man has his price, and this advice is so valuable that any of the other generals would gladly pay to obtain it.”

“What do you want?” Mibu asked in irritation. Kagero moved in close and murmured in his ear.

“Your body.”

“What?!” Mibu backed away, staring at him incredulously. “You’re crazy!”

Kagero batted innocent eyes at him. “Is it not right that if I have exclusive information that is guaranteed to bring you to the pinnacle of the Yasha empire that I should require a high price for it?”

Mibu’s dilemma played out on his face in a way that Kagero found endearing. Especially the way he pursed his lips when he was thinking.

“If I don’t accept your terms, you’re taking your advice to one of the other generals?”

“Well, it would be a shame to waste it,” Kagero drawled thoughtfully. “Byakko is both ambitious and beautiful – he might be a fitting recipient for my words.”

Mibu scowled. Byakko was dedicated enough to Yasha that he very well might accept Kagero’s terms – so long as Shien wasn’t around to stop him. Everything inside Mibu told him he should stop listening to Kagero now, but the tiny area of doubt remained. He really needed any advantage he could get.

Damn it all.

“All right,” he said resignedly.

A lascivious smile spread across Kagero’s face. It made Mibu’s skin crawl.

“A wise decision,” Kagero said, reaching out to drift his fingers through Mibu’s long straight hair. He was going to enjoy this. “Let’s get comfortable.”

Mibu was anything BUT comfortable as Kagero drew him down onto the forest floor and covered his mouth with his own.

“Mmmph!” the General’s young leader protested, but didn’t struggle. When Kagero drew back, Mibu had to resist the urge to spit in his smirking face.

“You DO have lovely lips,” Kagero said, running a finger over Mibu’s mouth. “But there is so much more of you that I want to touch.”

The other boy held his tongue, pressing his lips together tightly to keep silent as his tormenter slid his hands inside his long tunic and along the rim of his pants.

Kagero took his time undressing Mibu. At first his intended uke wondered if he planned to leave his tunic on, giving him a false sense of security and dignity, but as soon as he had been divested of everything from the waist down, the other boy unfastened the tunic as well, tossing it aside. Now completely naked, Mibu kept a steady glare on Kagero’s face. He would rot in hell before averting his eyes or giving any sign of outward embarrassment.

“What a bold boy you are,” Kagero purred, stroking Mibu’s cheek. “Does nothing phase you?”

“Get on with it,” Mibu growled.

Kagero laughed lightly. “As you wish, Uke-chan.” He took a few reverent moments to trail his fingertips down Mibu’s bare chest, lingering over the nipples just long enough to harden them. “See?” he said softly. “This doesn’t have to be unpleasant for you.”

Mibu didn’t respond. Perhaps he couldn’t control the involuntary reactions of his body, but he would never vocalize more than contempt for this detestable cretin.

After bending down to plant a kiss on each of Mibu’s nipples, Kagero placed his hands on his shoulders and urged him to turn around, at the same time pushing him forward. Mibu’s self-control battled with his will – Kagero wanted him face-down and he would have to comply.

The vision of Mibu’s nude body laid out on the ground for his exclusive usage was a heady thing for Kagero. He couldn’t resist pressing his palms against the muscular shoulder blades, running them down his back, to where he paused at the buttocks. Utterly perfect, he decided, tight and firm, but round enough to be spankable. He giggled internally as he landed a sharp swat to the right cheek.

THAT got a reaction. “HEY!” Mibu yelled, half-turning to glare indignantly at the other young man. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

“Whatever I want,” Kagero retorted. “The deal was your body, was it not? I didn’t specify what I would do to it.” He spanked the other cheek smartly and revelled in the flush of colour that accompanied it, both on the buttock and in Mibu’s face.

“You bastard!” Mibu snapped, turning his face away sharply. Kagero pouted that he was being denied the other boy’s expression and gave him a stinging swat for that offence as well.

As much fun as it would be to see if he could spank Mibu to tears, the noise might start to draw attention and he certainly did not want to be interrupted before he could finish with him. He ran both hands over the rise of Mibu’s bottom and slowly parted the cheeks.

He felt resistance in the muscles instantly, and enjoyed it. If Mibu was going to make things difficult for himself, so be it. He would have fun either way. His own body was already hard just from the enticing sight of Mibu nude and having the chance to touch him. Now things were about to get really interesting.

Mibu refused to look back at Kagero again lest his expression give anything away. He felt the other boy’s hands leave him briefly, and from the sound of it, he was getting undressed. It’s not too late, he thought. I could stop this, and maybe cut Kagero’s head off just for fun. Both of them.

No, he told himself. Remember why you’re doing this. What he has to tell you could mean the difference between winning and losing against Kojiro. No sacrifice was too great for that.

His thoughts froze as the hands returned to spread his cheeks once more. A finger pressed against his anus and pushed to gain entrance. Mibu tightened again.

“Relax, my boy,” Kagero advised, using his other hand to rub his lower back, “this is the easy part.”

I know that, Mibu thought. But it’s still YOU, and my body knows it.

Kagero sighed audibly. Although he couldn’t read Mibu’s thoughts, the insistent tightening said it all. “And here I am, trying to be generous to prepare your delicate, virginal opening for me –“ He stopped abruptly as two startling things happened at once. Mibu had snorted derisively, and Kagero’s probing finger had made a discovery that told him why.

“You’re no virgin,” he said coldly.

“I never said I was,” Mibu retorted and looked back with a smirk of his own. “Disappointed, are you?”

“Who was it?” Kagero demanded. “It was Musashi, wasn’t it? Don’t lie – I’ve seen how you look at each other!”

“Think what you like,” Mibu answered and laid his head down on his folded arms. “I’ve no intention of telling you one way or the other.”

All of Kagero’s benevolent thoughts of taking things slowly and enjoying every moment of the act disappeared. He would have Mibu’s body, even if he wasn’t the first, and he would still make it memorable. If he happened to ruin Mibu’s enjoyment of sex at the same time, so much the better. The finger withdrew and he gripped both of Mibu’s hips roughly drawing them up into a better position, then drove into him without warning.

It had been a few days since Mibu had last been with Musashi, and he was no longer stretched enough inside that Kagero’s action would have no effect. The pain was excruciating, and if he hadn’t already had his jaw set, he’d have surely screamed. As it was, he bit his lip to bleeding and fought with himself to relax and not cause himself more suffering than would already occur.

Kagero wouldn’t give him a chance. Despite the pain he himself must have felt at the unlubricated entrance and ferocity of his thrust, he began to move inside Mibu with determination. He pulled back a bit and shoved in even harder, doing it repeatedly until he got a rhythm going. In spite of himself, pain forced tears from Mibu’s eyes, but he managed not to make any outward sounds until near the end. Kagero was climaxing, thrusting with wild intensity, tearing Mibu up inside and ensuring that sex would not be appealing for a long time to come. The final burst of Kagero emptying his seed into his superior officer drew a cry of searing agony from Mibu that almost blacked him out.

When Kagero withdrew, Mibu couldn’t suppress a groan. He hurt more than he would have thought possible, both physically and mentally. Why had he done this? He’d betrayed Musashi, thrown away his dignity, and humbled himself before Kagero and for what?

Oh yes – the critical information, advice that would ensure his victory over Kojiro. If he succeeded in beating the Fuuma clan, it would still be worth it.

Kagero had gotten dressed in silence, and reached down to tap Mibu’s naked bottom with his fan. “That was most enjoyable, Uke-chan” he said and turned to leave.

Mibu didn’t care about the insult, but no way was Kagero walking away like this. He grabbed his ankle and held fast.

“We had a deal,” he reminded him, his voice strained.

“So we did,” Kagero opened the fan and began waving it languidly. “I was going to give you precious information that will make you successful in this battle against the Fuuma, and indeed, your entire life.” He bent down near Mibu’s ear and whispered into it.

“Don’t … trust … anyone.”

Mibu watched Kagero leave him used and abandoned on the forest floor, too stunned to respond. He had been completely fooled, and in taking Kagero at his word, had given up something he could never get back.

As he slowly and painfully dressed himself, however, Kagero’s words and the lesson that accompanied them began to sink in. This was a war, and even those on the same side had their own agenda, their own ambitions. To trust anyone fully was to set yourself up to fail. From now on, he would believe only in himself and his own abilities.

And the certainty that he would be the one to kill Kagero in the end.

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(2008)

Fuuma no Kojiro belongs to Kurumada Masami.

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