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Battle Lust (Samurai Deeper Kyo, Onime no Kyo/Yukimura)

Title: Battle Lust
Fandom: Samurai Deeper Kyo
Pairing/Character: Onime no Kyo/Sanada Yukimura
Author: Karanis
Recipient: Velveeta de Lune
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex!
Prompt: Yukimura is no stranger to cross-dressing, but he's also a kick-ass swordsman. There's something about that strange combination that fascinates Kyo, despite himself...
Sex, as always, is very welcome, as is a hot fight.
Summary: On the night before the tournament finals, some are having trouble sleeping, and find distraction in their own ways. I'm afraid I didn't really get much fighting in, as they weren't cooperating, but there's definitely sex and crossdressing. I hope you enjoy it Velveeta de Lune!


Kyo sat on the patio just outside his room, leaning against the wall and looking up at the star-speckled sky with a faint frown on his face. It was the night before the last day of the tournament, a 'do or die' day if there ever was one, though Onime no Kyo wouldn't be caught dead worrying that he might die at the hands of another man.

Even Mibu Kyoshiro hadn't stood a chance, by his way of thinking. Sanada Yukimura was going to be a cinch, assuming he even made it through the semi-finals.

It was a beautiful night, early summer and warm enough to be comfortable even hours after the sun had gone down. His sword was a comfortable weight against his shoulder. A slight breeze stirred the leaves of the trees and his short dark hair, a refreshing touch that kept the lingering heat from becoming oppressive.

It should have been a perfect night for a deep, restful sleep, but Kyo found himself unable to close his eyes and rest.

It wasn't nervousness, but perhaps it was anticipation. Kyo ran his battle with Benitora through his mind a few times, but his mind kept drifting back to that determined look in Yukimura's eyes. They'd each have one battle to fight, and then he'd be able to face that glow of battle lust directly.

The very thought made him hard, and it wasn't just because Sanada Yukimura looked quite fetching in a kimono.

He wondered what Yukimura was doing right about now, his red eyes turning downward slightly and contemplating a small owl who was sitting on a branch and blinking its lamp-like eyes at him.

He was probably sleeping like a baby. The bastard.

Onime no Kyo shifted and rose to his feet with a soft grunt. Well he wasn't getting any more sleep by sitting around outside contemplating the scenery. Maybe if he tried laying back down again he'd do better...

As he slid the rice paper door open, his ears caught the sound of music floating through the night air. He paused, his head cocked faintly, listening.

It was definitely the distinctive, melodious twang of a koto, and the strings were obviously being plucked by a talented musician. The music started off slow, drifting through the air like a summer breeze, but even as Kyo listened, the pace was starting to pick up.

He closed the door again and leaped over the balcony onto the stone pathway below, securing his sword on his belt and starting in the direction the music was coming from. Curiosity drove him, but it was tempered with a healthy dose of caution.

With the number of demons who'd been pursuing him, especially lately, he wouldn't be surprised if the mysterious midnight player was just trying to lure people out to kill them. He imagined another spider demon, nested in some den and plucking the strings of a spider web in the hopes of drawing anyone who heard to their deaths.

But the haunting music led him not to some dank cave, but to another building in the inn. He paused below, looking up at a dark-haired beauty wearing a blue and white sleeping kimono draped around her body, and plucking the strings deftly. The music was spiralling upwards, her fingers almost a blur. She seemed almost not to be playing, but to be trying to keep up with the music, as if it had a life of its own and pulled her on helplessly towards the end of the piece.

As the music came to its climax, crested, and then slowed for a more subdued finish, Kyo leaped upwards, caught the balcony and swung himself up next to the woman. His feet thudded to the wooden floor just next to the large musical instrument, but she didn't miss a beat, glancing up at him with calm blue eyes.

"Not asleep, Onime no Kyo?" the woman murmured as the last strains drifted on the night air and then went silent.

Kyo recognized the voice and started in shock, staring down at the woman - well, what he'd thought was a woman until she opened her mouth. "Yukimura," he murmured, his eyes narrowing.

He'd recognized him in woman's clothing during the day, because it had been the right setting. Clothing couldn't hide Yukimura's confident stance, not to mention the quality of his sword, which was almost as famous as Kyo's. Clothing couldn't hide that Yukimura was a warrior among warriors.

But in the dark, as he played like a geisha, wrapped in silks and with his long hair unbound, he had fooled even Kyo.

Yukimura laughed softly, pulling the metal picks off of his fingers and rolling them in his deceptively small hand. "You didn't know it was me? Then why did you come?"

"Because I didn't know it was you," Kyo snorted, his tone wry. "We have an appointment for tomorrow, or have you forgotten?"

He hadn't thought for a minute that Yukimura would forget, but he'd said those words to evoke a very specific reaction, and he was rewarded as the other man's eyes glowed faintly with anticipation. "Oh no, I haven't forgotten," he assured Kyo.

Kyo grunted and crouched down, looking over the other man in his feminine silks and the exquisite harp. "You really are a freak," he remarked, almost thoughtfully.

Yukimura laughed at that, pressing a hand to his stomach and throwing his head back. Even his laughter was feminine, his tone climbing a bit higher and reinstating the illusion that had been shattered by his rather masculine speaking voice.

"No more of one than you are, Kyo," he managed when the laughter petered off, cocking a head to one side.

Kyo smirked. "Oh really?" he countered. He shifted onto his knees and leaned over the harp, catching Yukimura's chin between calloused fingers. "And exactly why are you dressed up like a girl now? It made some weird kind of sense at the tournament, but now no one can see you but me."

"You and the birds in the trees," Yukimura replied with a faint smirk, and Kyo belatedly remembered that ninja who seemed to follow him around everywhere. Saizo.

"Ah..." Kyo purred, lowering his voice. "So it's for Saizo that you dress up, is it? Does he steal through the window at night and fuck you while you cry like a woman?"

He heard a choking sound in the bushes below and smirked.

"Now Kyo," Yukimura replied in an even, pleasant voice. "Don't tease so harshly. You'll embarrass my friend." Despite the tone, his eyes narrowed with anger, and Kyo knew he'd hit a sore point.

Saizo was obviously a prude, and Yukimura was mad at him for making his nose bleed. Cute.

"If you don't want me to embarrass your 'friend'," Kyo purred in response, his thumb lifting up to run along Yukimura's lower lip. He was sad to see that the other man had neglected makeup. It would have completed the picture. "Maybe you should tell him to go somewhere else and entertain himself for a while."

Yukimura laughed softly, pulling back to break the hold Kyo had on him. "Now why would I do that, Onime no Kyo?"

Kyo laughed harshly. "Are you afraid of what I might do, Yukimura?"

The effeminate man closed his mouth, looking up at Kyo speculatively. The red-eyed man was leaning far over the koto, in Yukimura's face, though the other man had drawn back a bit.

"Not afraid," Yukimura said finally, and Kyo saw the truth of that in his blue eyes. "But cautious. You're a dangerous man, Kyo."

"And here I thought you were a dangerous man, Sanada Yukimura," Kyo responded with naked sarcasm in his tone. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you while your ninja is away. I just don't like it when people watch me and jerk off in the bushes."

He didn't hear the approach, but suddenly Saizo landed silently on the balcony, bent in a crouch and glaring heatedly at Kyo. "Is there a problem, Sanada-sama?" he asked pointedly.

Kyo saw with satisfaction that there was a trace of a flush on the man's cheeks.

Yukimura brushed a lock of hair out of his face as he turned to look at Saizo. "No, Saizo, no problem," he said in a reassuring tone. He hesitated, his eyes cutting to Kyo for a moment. "If you would, please go check on Yuya-san for a moment. I'm concerned for her safety."

Saizo's eyes narrowed, but he bowed. "As you will, Sanada-sama," he muttered, then leaped straight up and vanished into the trees.

Kyo eyed Yukimura. There was every chance that Yukimura had somehow communicated a pre-arranged code, telling Saizo to ignore the order, and that the ninja would still be hiding and watching them. But he supposed if things did get out of hand, he'd find out in a hurry.

"Better?" Yukimura asked with a demure smile. "Now what did you wish to speak to me about that required such privacy?"

"Who says I wanted to talk to you?" Kyo asked, shifting back and running this fingers lightly over the strings of the koto. He had no clue how to play the darn thing, but it let out a pleasing arpeggio regardless. "I just came to hear you play."

Yukimura's eyes widened for a moment, and then he smiled. "Very well. I didn't know you were a music enthusiast, Kyo."

"I'm not," Kyo replied. He shifted, turning to sit kitty-corner to Yukimura, at the head of the koto instead of directly opposite him, and pulled his sword from his belt, laying it gently on the polished wood floor. He crossed his legs and rested his arms on his knees, looking at Yukimura expectantly.

The other man hesitated, searching Kyo's expression. He seemed almost nervous, like he was unused to having an audience. But he gamely placed the picks on his fingers again and began to play a melody that Kyo recognized after only a few notes.

It was a soft, soothing lullaby, a lilting melody with majestic undertones that wrapped around them and calmed the soul. Kyo smirked faintly at the choice, which was a stark contrast to the complex and spirited melody he had played before.

Music to soothe the savage beast, perhaps? he thought.

Well, he had no particular intention of being soothed.

As the strains of the song spiralled through the air, the night seemed to press close and cover them like a warm blanket. Kyo shifted, sliding in behind Yukimura and winding his arms around the other man.

Yukimura seemed preoccupied and didn't look up when Kyo moved, but he did stiffen visibly when Kyo put his arms around him. The red-eyed man smiled with satisfaction as the music stuttered to a halt for a beat before resuming.

He felt the tension in Yukimura's body, the thrum of energy held in check that couldn't be seen by the eye, only felt.

"Did I disturb you?" Kyo whispered, his lips brushing Yukimura's ear. Strands of his hair tickled Kyo's nose and he lifted his hands, gathering the mass and moving it to cascade down in front of Yukimura's shoulder.

The other man shook his head. "Of course not, Kyo," he whispered back, his voice scarcely louder than the lullaby.

"Did your fingers slip, then?" Kyo murmured with a smirk.

Yukimura didn't respond for a few moments, bringing the song to a close and transitioning seamlessly to another. This one was a more upbeat melody, but not by much. Perhaps Yukimura was still trying to soothe him.

"What do you want from me, Kyo?" Yukimura whispered, turning his head to try to meet Kyo's feral eyes without losing rhythm.

"Hush," Kyo purred, sliding a hand under the silk of the man's kimono. His chest was flat, of course, and his palm slid over it pleasingly. For all that Yukimura looked slender and willowy, there was muscle and sinew under the fine clothing. He looked like a woman, but his hands knew a warrior's body when they felt one.

"I will not 'hush'," Yukimura replied irritably. He rolled his eyes and the music stopped abruptly as he shifted to try to face the red-eyed man. "Kyo, I am not--"

Kyo shut him up with a kiss.

Because really, Yukimura talked way too much.

He slid his hands deeper under that silk kimono, loving the watery feel of it slipping over the backs of his hands as his fingers slid over the smooth unmarked skin. Yukimura stiffened up in his grasp as their lips met, but Kyo didn't let that bother him at all. The man tasted sweet, of fruit and honey, and Kyo shifted with the intention of bearing him down to the polished wood.

Yukimura twisted under his hands, breaking the kiss with a sound of protest, and Kyo saw his eyes narrow an instant before he felt the heel of Yukimura's hand impact with his jaw.

That was no womanly slap. Kyo was laid out flat on his back by a textbook-perfect open-hand strike and as he blinked up at the branches of a cherry tree moving against the round orb of the moon, he realized that he was lucky he hadn't been knocked out.

His jaw throbbed, and he grinned. This was getting interesting.

Then suddenly he felt weight settle on his chest and a curtain of hair obscured his vision. Yukimura gathered his hair up and over one shoulder, then smiled smugly down at him. "Well now," he said. "It seems you need a bit of a lesson, Kyo. I might be wearing silks, but I'm not a woman."

Anger flickered in Kyo's heart for a moment, but he brought a smirk to his lips. He'd let Yukimura pin him down for now, if it made him feel better. He slid his fingers up the other man's leg, feeling the downy hairs under his palm as he drew his hands up his calves and over his knees, then delved higher on his thighs.

"I'm very well aware of that," he replied, allowing lust to hang thick in his voice. What did he care if Yukimura was a man or a woman? He was beautiful, and strong, and Kyo had to admit a growing fascination for the man.

Especially now that he knew he wore women's clothing on his off-time, not just when he was trying to hide from the eyes of his enemies.

"I thought you had your sights set on Yuya-san," Yukimura said.

Kyo scoffed, cinching his hands up a little higher on Yukimura's smooth, but muscled thighs. "First of all, that's Kyoshiro, not me. Secondly, what's your point?"

Yukimura chuckled softly, bending closer. His hair blotted out what little light there was "And what makes you think that I'd be interested in you, Kyo? Or does that not matter, either?"

"Do I look like I'm planning on raping you?" Kyo asked, raising his hands innocently. Of course, before the silk of the kimono fluttered back down, he received a very enticing view.

"I wonder," Yukimura replied with a wry twist of his lips.

"Of course," Kyo purred, sliding his hands up Yukimura's thighs again, but this time over the silk, so that it rode up and revealed silky tanned skin. "You could submit, and then it wouldn't be rape."

Yukimura laughed aloud, bending down so that their foreheads touched. "Or you could submit, and it wouldn't be rape," he teased. "What a silly word for you to use, Kyo. Do you really think I'd submit? Comply, certainly. Participate. But submit? One almost thinks you want me to fight."

Kyo's grin widened, baring his teeth. His thumbs brushed the inside of Yukimura's thigh, touching his shaft through the thin silk. "You've found me out. It's more fun when they struggle."

"Well, you'll get little struggling from me," Yukimura said. "But you may get more than a bit of fun."

"Unfortunate," Kyo whispered, pressing harder on that organ he could feel under his thumbs. It twitched and began to swell even as he stroked over the slippery fabric, and Yukimura caught his breath audibly. "About the struggling, I mean."

"You're...a very bad man...Kyo," Yukimura whispered, then dropped down another inch, sealing their lips together. The kiss was full of passion and fire, and Kyo drew in a gasp of his own. He hadn't suspected how...controlled Yukimura was.

After taking a moment to recover from the initial shock, Kyo returned the kiss with equal passion, sliding a hand between the folds of the loose kimono until his fingers touched heated flesh directly. He felt as much as heard Yukimura gasp into his mouth, giving a shudder.

He rocked his own hips upwards, but it did no good. Yukimura was sitting too far forward and he encountered nothing but air, instead of the friction he sought. The cotton of his pants seemed far too rough now, compared to the watery silk Yukimura was wearing. It chafed as his skin grew more sensitive and his fundoshi seemed downright restrictive.

Maybe that's why Yukimura dresses like a woman, he thought, and rumbled a laugh deep in his throat.

Yukimura's lips drifted, suckling lightly at Kyo's throat and jaw line and heading towards his ear. "What's so funny?" he whispered.

"Nothing," Kyo murmured back. "So are we just going to kiss all night?" he added with a smirk, rolling his hips upwards again.

Yukimura tut-tutted. "So impatient. You're like a spoiled child sometimes Kyo."

His hand moved back and closed over Kyo's cock, giving it a squeeze that pulled a heartfelt groan from Kyo's throat.

"That's better," the red-eyed man growled, though his voice was still touched with good humour. "But not good enough."

He shifted once, then suddenly rolled, spilling Yukimura to the floor in a flutter of silk and long black hair. Kyo wound up on top, his body sliding between Yukimura's legs until their hips met. The other man smiled up at Kyo and this time he didn't struggle.

"Yes, yes, always needing to exert your dominance," Yukimura teased in an artificially bored tone, running his hands up and down Kyo's back. He rolled his eyes. "Men."

"Very funny," Kyo replied, rocking hard against the firm shaft he felt between Yukimura's legs. "You still seem to be a man under all these trappings. But there is one way you definitely seem like a woman to me," he added, nibbling roughly at Yukimura's throat.

Yukimura tilted his head back with a gasp.

"How's that?"

"You talk too much," Kyo replied, and silenced the answering burst of laughter with another fierce kiss.

Yukimura rocked his hips upwards against him as the kiss drew out, rubbing their cocks together through the confining cotton and making them both gasp at the roughness of the fabric. The red-eyed man undid the belt of Yukimura's kimono, spreading the silk aside and baring the man's body completely, then raised his head and allowed his gaze to linger over the sight.

Well, he certainly didn't look much like a woman now, but with his kiss-bruised lips and flushed skin he looked very, very fuckable.

Yukimura looked up at him through mussed hair, his lips curving in a smirk as he arched his back and displayed his body shamelessly. "Enjoying the sight?" he murmured.

"You talk too much, remember?" Kyo replied, sliding a hand over the planes of Yukimura's chest and stomach. His skin was soft, but slipped over the hardness of toned muscle. Such contrast.

"Oh yes, how could I forget?" Yukimura chuckled. Kyo felt the other man's hands tugging at his waist and undoing the ties that kept his hakama closed. A moment later they loosened and the cotton slipped down.

Then Yukimura slid a hand over his fundoshi, cupping the bulge in the fabric, and Kyo groaned at the wave of pleasure that shuddered through his body. "Faster," was all he said, reaching down himself and curling his fingers around Yukimura's cock.

A shudder wracked Yukimura's frame and he tugged sharply at the fabric of Kyo's fundoshi, which unravelled easily and fell away. He cast it aside and ran hungry fingers over Kyo's member. "Kyo..." he whispered, his voice thick with lust.

"Better," Kyo murmured, bending to give Yukimura another searing kiss.

The two rocked together for long moments, stroking and caressing each other's heated flesh and bringing their bodies together in a fevered parody of coupling. Finally Kyo tired of the game and slid his hand down further, probing at Yukimura's entrance and eliciting a groan.

"Kyo, gods--" Yukimura gasped, rocking his hips upwards and spreading his legs even further apart. His hand stroked faster, rubbing his thumb over the head of Kyo's cock and sending sparks of ecstasy through him with each stroke.

Kyo smirked and slid his finger deeper into the other man's body, joining it almost immediately with a second one. Yukimura's breathing was loud in his ear, hitching as his body tried to accommodate the fingers and then evening out as he grew used to the sensations.

"Not long now," Kyo whispered, biting at the shell of Yukimura's ear as he reassured him. He drew his fingers from the man's body, positioning himself between his legs and pressing the head of his member to his entrance. The other man shook his head, panting for breath, and drew his hand away from Kyo's cock.

"No...not long," he whispered back, and then shifted suddenly.

Kyo found himself flat on his back again, with Yukimura straddling him. He growled, thinking for a moment that Yukimura intended to turn the tables on him, but the sound was cut off by a cry as the other man pressed down onto his cock.

"Hush," Yukimura gasped, throwing his head back and letting out a breath as he lowered himself into Kyo's lap. Kyo bit off another cry, digging his teeth harshly into his lower lip as Yukimura's body squeezed his cock so tightly it was almost painful.

Finally Yukimura was seated flush against Kyo and paused, soft whimpers sounding in the back of his throat as his body adjusted to the red-eyed man's girth. Kyo felt his impatience rising with his pleasure, but before he could try to turn the tables again and give in to the desire to pound into Yukimura's body, the other man began to move.

It started with a slow rocking, but quickly built in intensity. Kyo bit off another cry and drove his hips upwards grimly into each down stroke. Yukimura curled fingers around Kyo's arms, digging in with sharp nails as if the anchor was the only thing that could prevent him from losing control completely. From the blank look of pure pleasure on his face, Kyo was certain he wanted to scream his ecstasy to the night sky.

But the last thing either of them wanted at this point was to be interrupted.

They rocked faster and faster, driving themselves on as the sensations mounted inside them. Finally Kyo felt his body convulse under Yukimura's weight, and Yukimura dug his fingers into Kyo's arms so deeply he drew blood.

They both hit their climax at the same moment, Kyo biting deeply into his lower lip to repress his cry as Yukimura shuddered with pleasure above him. Thick spatters marked Kyo's black tunic before the other man dropped down over him, resting his head against Kyo's chest and panting for breath.

Kyo let his eyes slip closed as he struggled to catch his own breath. His entire body tingled from the aftermath of the intense orgasm. He felt like Yukimura had played his body with as much facility as he played the koto earlier in the evening, and he certainly wasn't about to complain about it.

Yukimura stirred after a few minutes, curling his fingers into Kyo's hair and pressing a light kiss to the underside of his jaw. "Will you stay until sunrise?" he whispered. It sounded like nothing more than a request for information, as if he didn't care one way or another, but just wanted to know.

Kyo opened his eyes and looked up at the moon, which was starting to sink behind the buildings, as he considered the question. "Fine," he said finally, letting his eyes slip closed. "My bed's cold, anyway."

He felt Yukimura's smile against his throat. "Mmm, so will mine be without you in it," he murmured.

A laugh bubbled up in Kyo's throat and he turned his head slightly to nuzzle Yukimura's hair, inhaling the scent of flowers and soap. "You're such a woman, Yukimura."

Yukimura chuckled softly in response. "I know. And you're such a man."

Comments

(Anonymous)

Dear Karanis,
How much do I love you right now? I've been after this pairing for some time, and always without reward. But you've written a terrificly hot and entertaining story here, and it's for ME ME ME!!!
I love your characterizations of Yukimura and Kyo -- I can easily imagine their conversation being exactly like this. And why shouldn't Yukimura dress as a woman when he's "off-duty?" I love that idea, and the picture you paint is beautiful indeed.

Thank you from the bottom of my squeeing heart.

Velveeta

(Anonymous)

*squees in return* I'm so pleased that you enjoyed it! I've never written a fic quite like this and for a while there it wasn't going the way I wanted. I had to scrap a big section and go from there, and of course I was feeling time pressure.

So yes, given all that, I'm ecstatic that it lived up to your expectations! It makes the bit of struggle more than worthwhile XDDD

--Karanis
You do rock, seriously. And now I know who you are, and shall stalk you shamelessly.
Thanks again.
Yay, more stalkers! \o/
I really enjoyed this!
Thank you! ^___________^

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