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“Hey, Kanesada, why is Mikazuki watching you?” Yamatonokami whispered loudly enough for the table of shinsengumis to hear

 

Izuminokami didn’t mind that Mikazuki was weird. The only thing about Mikazuki just often made him feel awkward and that he did care about. Just a little.  

 

It wasn't lost on him that he was the youngest among the swords, someone who didn't have centuries of war stories and experience. Up against the beautiful, great sword Mikazuki? Izuminokami was humbled. He did know he was as useful as anybody else. Both beautiful and practical, he was an amazing sword. Izuminokami didn't feel overshadowed by Mikazuki. Not that.  But him and Mikazuki were very different in very stark ways. That was awkward. Talking to him made him feel like a child and he hated to feel that way. As odd as he was, Mikazuki was intelligent and sometimes it seemed like he knew things that Izuminokami wasn't sure he'd ever know or could know. That Izuminokami did mind.

 

But Yamatonokami wasn’t the only one who noticed Mikazuki watched him. Izuminokami had noticed quite a few times. It didn't matter what he was doing because Miakazuki’s eyes followed. As if there was nowhere else his gaze belonged. Izuminokami had seen him watch him help Horikawa hang up laundry, when he took a break to play with the tantous, and even when he was just eating.  When Izuminokami stared back, Mikazuki just smiled and waved. He was so odd, but Izuminokami also didn't think being watched was so bad. He liked the attention and it just proved a point that obviously it was impossible for anybody not to be amazed by him.

 

“Eh, he's charmed by me,” Izuminokami mumbled as he stuffed his mouth. It wasn't really wrong, was it? He heard Kashuu chuckle and he glared. “What the hell's so funny about that, Kiyomitsu?”

 

“Just sounds like someone's getting overconfident is all,” Kashuu replied, shrugging.

 

“Hey, I could charm anybody! Especially Mikazuki.” 

 

“You know, Kane-san, I did notice he has been watching you a lot lately...” Horikawa piped up, looking troubled. Of course he'd notice. A fly could buzz by just a little off course and Horikawa would stop it and make it go back and try again. That was the kind of guy he was. “Did you bother him?” His voice took on that sort of disappointed tone he tended to pick up when he was about to nag. “What have I told you about manners?”

 

“Hey, I'm not some child!” 

 

Yamatonokami and Kashuu both snickered at this but before Izuminokami could challenge them to anything, Nagasone interrupted.

 

“Calm down, Kanesada. No need to get so hot and bothered at the start of the day. But whatever the reason for Mikazuki's interest in you, be careful.” Then with a smile, added: “And mind your manners.”

 

Among his yells and the rest of his comrades' teasing, Izuminokami noticed Mikazuki's smile at him and he tried to ignore how that made him feel. He did the charming, not the other way around.

 

- - - - 

 

It was a surprise to see their training hall empty. Usually there were always some groups here, but the saniwa had bought some new gadget. Technology always fascinated everybody and Izuminokami often didn't care.

 

He usually wasn't too big a fan of being by himself, but these moments of solitude weren't so bad. It left you to your thoughts and it did help him focus on his technique better. For a few moments he thought he was doing better than usual, faster and more accurate in his swings. Impressed with himself, he kind of wished there was an audience to appreciate how great he was doing. 

 

But at the sound of someone clapping, the audience he had just been craving, he immediately swung his blade to the source.

 

“Mikazuki?!”

 

There he was, standing and just watching him. As he was always doing. “Haha, seems I frightened you. My apologies, Izuminokami. But you deserved the applause.” He didn't flinch, not even a little twitch at having a sword turned on him.

 

At the compliment, Izuminokami stood straighter. Good posture was everything. The right pose could help a lot. “Like what you see?” Okay maybe that was a little rude to someone like Mikazuki, but the other sword just laughed so maybe it was fine. 

 

“I do.” He walked off to the side and came back with his tea, sitting down and beginning to pour it. Now that was weird.

 

“Are you drinking tea here? In the training hall?” This kind of setting didn't make much sense to him because this was the last place you chose to sit with your tea. 

 

“You need a change of scenery once in a while. Do you have a problem with my choice?”

 

“Uh, no. I mean, if that's what you want I guess I can't really complain?” And if it was just him then he could be careful.

 

“Ah! Splendid then. Go back to your training and don't let an old man get in the way of your youthful vigor.”

 

It wasn't really his place to tell him no and it didn't get in his way. If Mikazuki wanted to drink his tea in a training hall then he could. Izuminokami just stared for a second before deciding what the hell, he had just been thinking he wanted someone to see how well he was doing. Mikazuki seemed to be full of compliments already and so Izuminokami would just work harder to get more.

 

The audience did help him or maybe it was because it was Mikazuki. Not once did Izuminokami feel his eyes stray. Only a little unsettling, Izuminokami found this did improve his morale.  He was so amazing that Mikazuki couldn't look away from him. If he could charm even the famous Mikazuki Munechika then nobody was really susceptible to him. That was something to boast about alright and when he felt like he was done, he went over to get his water bottle to eagerly gulp it down.

 

“My, you're thirsty.”

 

Izuminokami coughed on his water and embarrassingly spit some up. Face red he tried to cover up just how uncool that was and ignore Mikazuki's laughter. “I was working really hard so you know. Sure, yeah.”

 

“I saw. It was an exciting show.”

 

He was exciting! With a grin, he shrugged. “I guess you could call it that, huh?”

 

Mikazuki smiled and patted the space on the floor next to him. Izuminokami felt a small thrill go through him and instantly followed direction. Usually the discomfort he felt around the other wasn't here. He felt too good about himself to care. Who needed to feel awkward when someone thought you were this wonderful?  Mikazuki poured another cup and offered it to Izuminokami. “Thank you for letting me watch you. I don't think I've seen something that made me feel so exhilarated before.”

 

“Yeah? You're welcome. Glad I could give you something good like that.”

 

“I think you could give me more than just that.” Mikazuki took a sip of his tea and nodded, continuing before Izuminokami could even ask what he meant. “You really are quite beautiful. Your blade is brilliant, but in a human body? Hmm, what would the word be used to describe you? Gorgeous? Breath-taking? Exquisite?” Mikazuki came closer after he set his cup down, taking Izuminokami's tea that he hadn't even drank yet. His face felt hot and it was embarrassing to admit he was probably blushing. It only got worse as Mikazuki's hand went to his cheek to stroke the skin there and then into his hair, fingers brushing through the soft tresses. “Would you be so kind as to show me more of yourself?”

 

It was like a spell, how wound up in Mikazuki he was that he didn't notice his back was to the floor now with Mikazuki over him. When had that happened?  Gloved hands were moving apart cloth to get to his undershirt with a lazy smile. Izuminokami hadn't even said yes, but perhaps how he wasn't stopping Mikazuki was enough of an answer. He didn't want to say no anyway and he was certain the older sword knew that. Perhaps this was the kind of experience someone Mikazuki’s age had over him?

 

“You cover too much of yourself,” was murmured softly into the otherwise silent room.

 

“So do you,” Izuminokami replied stupidly, not sure what else to say as he felt Mikazuki's hand dip down lower.

 

For a brief second Mikazuki paused, just momentarily surprised, before a light laugh came from him. “You're right. I do, hmm?” Then his fingers grabbed the hem so his hand could slip inside and Izuminokami gasped at the feeling of fingers brushing over his stomach. He was at Mikazuki's mercy and he didn't think he minded too much. “I might just have a solution for our problem.”

 

“Solution? For what?

 

“For our clothing problem. There’s only one way to fix that and it’s that we take everything off.”

 

His mind was hazy when Mikazuki's fingers ghosted over his nipples, a small moan slipping out of him. He was about to agree and then when he opened his eyes and saw where they were, he paled. “In the training hall? People train here!”

 

“Oh? I suppose they do and I assume you don’t want others to see you like this. I can’t say I do either. Is that selfish of me? Or maybe you only want this scene for my eyes? Would my room suffice? I'd suggest yours but that Horikawa of yours would probably interrupt us.”

 

If Horikawa caught him when he was just sneaking off to read manga then he'd definitely catch him doing this and there was no way he wanted to be found like this with Mikazuki. “Yeah, your room is probably better.” 

 

They left the tea and a voice that sounded a lot like Horikawa's reprimanded him about how rude that was to do. But really it was Mikazuki's fault and he had brought the tea anyway. Someone would clean it up and it wasn't his responsibility.

 

There were no other swords they passed by and Izuminokami was grateful. Everybody in the citadel was always curious and he knew there would be questions if they were seen. Izuminokami didn't think he wanted to answer those questions and he wasn’t sure he could.

 

Mikazuki had a room to himself. Most of them shared with someone, but not Mikazuki. Maybe when the other great swords came to the citadel then he would share but for right now Izuminokami was grateful. When the door slid closed behind them, Mikazuki was behind him. His hands drifting through his hair to untie the ribbon letting the black tresses cascade down. Izuminokami felt his blood grow hotter as that single hand began to untie his belt. It was unexpected when the hand quickly moved to his ass and Izuminokami squawked.

 

“The fuck?!”

 

“Hmm, not as plump as fantasies would have made me believe. But oh well. It doesn't do much at all to  deter from the whole gift.” He probably should have protested more but then Mikazuki was in front of him. Giving him that smile. Izuminokami thought he could forgive the insult towards his ass.

 

It was probably Mikazuki who was supposed to be in charge but Izuminokami wasn't one for just waiting around so it was him that rushed forward to press his lips over Mikazuki's. He couldn't boast of great experience, but he wasn't stupid. Hijikata had taken enough people to his rooms. Mikazuki had taken him here for one purpose and what reason was there to turn down someone such as Mikazuki Munechika? None came to mind.

 

For someone who called themselves an old man and moved so slow throughout the citadel, he sure as hell didn't kiss like an elderly person. Izuminokami had kissed him first, but Mikazuki had taken over. He kissed him greedily, like he wanted to claim him and Izuminokami wouldn't deny him the opportunity. It was exciting how Mikazuki's lips felt against his own and he was moaning from just that which wasn't as embarrassing as one would think. There was too much to distract him from thinking about that. 

 

When Izuminokami found himself on top, he wasn't sure what the other wanted. “You should take your clothes off and then mine,” Mikazuki explained, smiling patiently.

 

Shouldn't you help? Is what Izuminokami wanted to say, but found it hard to argue when those gloved fingers brushed against his chin and neck. It wasn't such a problem, not really. So Izuminokami did as he was told, removing his clothes. If there was some special way to do this, Mikazuki didn’t correct him. 

 

Naked now, with his cock hard, Izuminokami felt shy. Nobody had seen him quite like this. It felt vulnerable and it was difficult to keep eye contact, but he didn’t want to be seen as weak. As if he wasn’t confident in his choices and so he didn’t look away. All of this was happening so quickly and he hadn’t had time to process it very well, but he did know what he wanted. The attention of Mikazuki meant a lot and Izuminokami wasn’t going to say no. Thinking about how lucky he was, not caring if he wasn’t Mikazuki’s first or even tenth, he grinned and let the other take him in. 

 

Mikazuki hummed as he looked at the length, appraising it as if he was just looking at a nice painting. “On second thought before you worry about my clothes I think you should touch yourself.”

 

“I should?” 

 

“Haven't you done so before?” Izuminokami scowled, eyes looking away. That was all the answer Mikazuki needed. “Haha, don't be ashamed. All of us have experienced this and who could resist themselves if they looked like you? Yes, you should let me see this. You should show yourself to me, let me see this beautiful sword in action.”

 

If he was going to put it that way, Izuminokami could agree he had a point. So he began, fingers wrapping themselves around his cock as he began to slowly pump. At first it was awkward to have an audience but Mikazuki licked his lips, telling him how lovely he looked like this, and suddenly it wasn't so awkward anymore. Not if it meant hearing those things and being told how beautiful he was. He was easy to please, but that wasn't a bad thing. Eyes closed with his head tipped back, hisses and gasps slipping tumbled carelessly from his lips as he pleasured himself. Compliments about how he should be painted like this, how any of the other swords couldn't resist him if they saw him, made him eager to put on more of a show for Mikazuki. He thrusted into his hand, wondering what he looked like right now and if he was doing a good job.

 

Touching himself like this had always been a very private thing he had only engaged in a few times before. 

 

When that wave of ecstasy was about to overcome him, one he had only felt a few times before, Mikazuki stopped him with his hand moving over his. Izuminokami whined. “Patience is hard to hold onto when you have someone like you're self on display. If you could help me with my clothes now, I think I would appreciate that.”

 

As beautiful as he is, he thinks Mikazuki easily rivals him. Maybe not by much, but his pale skin is flawless. The perfect amount of lean muscle and Izuminokami stared. They're both perfectly suited for one another and when he saw his cock, red with desire, it astounded him how much he could actually want something. But he wanted Mikazuki, all to himself. What was the last thing he had wanted this badly before?. However, when Izuminokami tried to take off his gloves, Mikazuki wouldn't let him. Weird, but again, he couldn't really deny him anything. If that was how he wanted it then what use was there in complaining?

 

In Mikazuki's hands there was a jar of oil he handed over. Izuminokami knew what it was for and he stared at it.  Something about it hits him hard. Mikazuki, the most powerful sword in this citadel, is going to have sex with him. Izuminokami held no illusion in imagining he'd be inside him and that very idea seemed wrong. It shouldn't be that way and he couldn't say he was disappointed by the thought of Mikazuki's cock inside of him. The more he thinks about it, the more appealing it is to imagine getting fucked by Mikazuki Munechika.

 

“You'll have to torture me some more and prepare yourself for me.”

 

Izuminokami frowned. “What will you do?” It hasn't seemed like Mikazuki has done much of anything but watch and kiss him. 

 

“I will hold myself back from my desires to take you now. It's not so easy a task as it seems so if you would start?”

 

Part of Izuminokami knows Mikazuki is just saying this to get him to do it, but he also knows this isn't a lie. It would be hard and so he shouldn't deprive him. He moves off of Mikazuki and dipping his fingers into the oil, he gets into a comfortable position before putting one inside.