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It's a calm spring afternoon that finds you sitting on the engawa, enjoying the soft rustling of bright green leaves as the breeze courses through the garden's trees. The peace of the honmaru is only broken as one of the teams reappears in the courtyard, returning from a surveying mission. Your heart skips a beat, but not because of the sudden noise. It's always hard to repress that sweet shudder that runs down your spine when you lock eyes with him. You watch as he strides over to you, confident and assured in his movements. He only breaks eye contact to nod at his teammates as they scatter to attend to their own affairs. By the time the tall Osafune tachi stands before you, the two of you are alone in the courtyard, with only the birds and the bees as witnesses.
"I'm back," he simply says, that enticing smile dancing on his lips.
You feel frozen in place as you look up at him, half-blinded by the bright spring sun. Or perhaps by the light reflected off his golden eye piece, you couldn't say for certain. "...So you are," you manage to blurt out somewhat awkwardly. Somehow, even after all this time, Daihannya's wine red eyes and his mere presence manage to fluster you. Although you take great pains to hide that fact from him, he never fails to recognize the state of mind he puts you in. And there seems to be no end to the deliciously excruciating teasing.
"Aren't you going to show me your appreciation?" His low chuckle stirs something deep in your stomach and you fight back as best you can.
"What about your report? The survey went well?" It's a small miracle you managed to say that without spluttering. Your questions seem to have backfired on you, though. Daihannya's smirk widens into a full grin. "In your office then?"
Nothing more needs to be said as you stand on the engawa and patiently wait for him to remove his shoes. For a moment, you tower over him, but that quickly passes, leaving you under no illusion that you have the upper hand. As the two of you move away from the courtyard, walking side by side, you deliberately keep your gaze straight ahead, unsuccessfully trying to focus on the task at hand.
"I hope you didn't feel lonely while I was gone." The man is not helping. You refuse to answer, but that doesn't stop him. "I suppose I'll have to make it up to you." Gathering by the palpable amusement in his voice, he knows exactly how. And you do too.
The second your office door slides closed behind you, Daihannya's arms pull you into his embrace and his lips crash into yours. In the foggy haze of your mind as you respond in kind, you vaguely notice that he waited for privacy before kissing you. He's not usually shy about being demonstrative, which can only mean one thing. You nearly tremble at the thought of what he plans to do to you.
"I... I have work to do!!!" Your feeble attempts to protest seem to amuse him and the low chuckle sends out a rumble in his chest that spreads to yours as he holds you tighter still.
"I see, I see. I understand very well now." He bends slightly, nibbling and sucking at your neck, and you barely suppress a squeal at the pleasant sensation. The tachi's voice is muffled but with him this close, it isn't hard to make out his tantalizing words. "You only want to hear my report, but I want to hear that sweet voice of yours cry out my name."
"Daihannya!" You try to appear shocked but his name comes out more like plea than you intended. He gently but smoothly turns you around, wrapping a hand around your waist. His breath is hot in your ear. "Hmm. This should do, I suppose." As he holds you tighter and presses up against your back, you can feel just how eager he is now and you somehow find yourself trapped between him and your desk. "Perhaps you can write your report now? It shouldn't take that long."
You seriously doubt you'll be able to focus on anything else but the feel of his hands running along your sides in tender caresses, but you still look for the tools of your trade... which are on the other side of the desk. As you reach for them, the white-haired Osafune starts massaging your back and effectively bending you over the desk as he grinds his hips into yours. You're not sure how much more of this you can take.
"Daihannya Nagamitsu, what do you think you're doing?" You don't sound annoyed, angry or surprised. You sound winded, needy and desperate.
"Admiring and romancing that which is beautiful is a perfectly proper thing to do." How does he manage to sound so... cool and collected. It would be infuriating if you weren't so turned on by the sound of his voice and the feel of his gloved hands on you. There's nothing for it. That report will have to wait and you both know it. As best you can, you roll over.
From your spot sprawled out on your back on the desk, you look up and it's a most breathtaking view. Daihannya's long white hair is unbound, the pink ribbon gliding down to the floor, and he's slipped off his eye piece. You can't tell for sure in the shade of the cool room, but he seems a bit flushed. Time to fight back. You stretch your arms above your head, peering at him with a tantalizing smile. "Wait, have you been drinking?"
"Maybe I'm just drunk on you," he replies, all hint of teasing vanished. And just like that, you have the certainty that you were not the only lonely one while he was away. It seems so easy for him to disarm you completely, and any retort you could've shot back dies on your lips as they meet his again. The embers smoldering in your stomach erupt into a fiery blaze. Both your movements are now hurried as you pull at each other's clothing in a clamorous need for skin to skin contact. When the Osafune puts his hand to your chest, he draws a thready moan. You need more. And he knows it.
Kneeling before the desk, the tachi keeps one hand where it lies, but the other... the other starts exploring that part of you that wants his touch the most. And his tongue soon joins his long, slender fingers. You lose all track of time as waves of pleasure hit one after the other, leaving you boneless and pleading for him to go faster, softer, deeper, slower, harder. Whatever you want, he matches your pace.
Until you bolt upright, sitting even closer to the edge of the desk and wrapping your arms around his neck as Daihannya stands up. You're both panting hard as you look at each other for a moment. His wine red eyes would make you weak in the knees if the rest hadn't already. And then, he covers your own eyes with one hand, the other cradling your lower back as he eases forward. You moan softly at the sweet sensation, the feel of him filling you exquisite and intense. You hold on to him, bucking your hips against him, pulling him closer, taking as much of him in as you can. You don't need your sight to find him, knowing every inch of his body as well as you do. As your chests crash into each other, you dig your nails into the tachi's back, basking in the sweet sensation of his skin on yours, of taking him inside you and wrapping your legs around him.
Once again, time stands still, and you could stay like this forever. Until he drops his hand and starts to rock back and forth, slowly at first, drawing a mewling gasp from you. Daihannya freezes and whispers teasingly into your hair, "want me to stop?"
"Don't you dare!" You command him to resume and he complies, the touken danshi obeying his mistress. As he adjusts his pace to meet your demands, his hands dancing all over you in the most maddening fashion, your hips, your waist, your neck, your breasts... It feels like he's everywhere at once, lips and fingers setting you on fire, driving you out of your senses, driving you ever closer to the edge. You dig your nails into him, clutching to whatever shreds of sanity remain. If he feels any pain, he never shows it. The two of you are locked in a kiss when one firm thrust from his hips finally tips you over, and the wave that hits you is so intense that you end up nipping at Daihannya's lower lip. This time, he shudders and grunts, which only fans the flames within you. As you throw your head back, eyes closed and awash in the sweet ecstasy, he wastes no time in sinking his pointed canines into the skin over your collarbone. Clinging to each other, the two of you wait until your breathing evens out.
Finally, the Osafune tachi breathes a sigh as he rests his forehead where he bit you. "I fear that might leave a mark." Mildly annoyed, you tsk and draw him closer, burying your nose in his hair and inhaling his scent deeply. "You know I would've said something if I wasn't alright." The two of you had agreed on a safeword a while ago, and neither had used it, as he often needed to be reminded. His soft expression as he pulls back and brushes your hair back makes your heart ache. "I suppose I have nothing left to teach you."
Bending down to retrieve his red shirt, the Osafune tenderly places it on your shoulders before tickling your forehead with a light kiss. "Don't move," he whispers tenderly. You don't think you could. As you hold the shirt around you, it feels like a piece of him is still with you, which helps with the loss of having him so near. As he walks away, you can't help but admire the view, his long white hair tumbling down his naked back, making you ache for more. Maybe later. Kneeling down where your office futon is stored, he rolls it out and readies it for the two of you. When he returns to you, as he always does, there's that teasing glint in his eyes again. "Isn't it time for your afternoon nap, anyway?"
"I haven't gotten any work done, thanks to you," you snort only half-heartedly. Truth be told, you don't care that much, and don't challenge him as he takes you in his arms and carries you over the futon. Nothing more is said as he tucks you in and joins you, pulling you close to him, your back flush up against his chest. He nips lightly at your neck before kissing those same spots, over and over. Sighing contentedly, you close your eyes, whispering as sleep claims you. "Welcome home, Daihannya."