Ikemen Sengoku Fic: Of Dragons and Devils, Chapter 1
Summary: Pieces of the lives of Nobunaga and Kenshin after they marry to solidify their treaty.
Ship: Kenshin/Nobunaga
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"Shut up."
With Himetsuru-Ichimonji at his throat, Nobunaga had little choice but to comply. He knew that, despite the blade, he was not in danger of injury-- not in such a boring fashion, at least.
No, Kenshin wanted--needed--to inspect every inch of him and let out some of the frustration he must be feeling: Someone had gone against Nobunaga's orders and told him of the recent attempt on his life.
"Neither of us are strangers to assassins." He had to remind himself to keep in check the "haughty" tone, as Mai called it, which often made Kenshin's mood worsen, like a reminder of their previous animosity.
The dark glint in his eyes already served as warning enough that he was on the brink of a poor decision. "They collapsed a building on you."
Nobunaga raised a brow. "An exaggeration. As you can see, I am unharmed."
The words offered Kenshin no comfort.
"Strip," he ordered, only then putting his sword away.
"No."
Nobunaga gave Kenshin far more allowance than anyone else, had conceded to acting somewhat of a proper spouse after they'd been pressured into a marriage to seal their alliance, but he chafed at such brisk orders.
The glint grew unstable and Nobunaga scowled, not taking off his clothing as demanded, yet not preventing Kenshin from doing so.
Within moments he was bare, the bruises and scrapes his clothing had hidden speeding up Kenshin's breathing. "This is unacceptable," he muttered, and Nobunaga did not think it was to him, "who dares mark what's mine?"
Nobunaga closed his eyes, trying to ignore the way his body wished to respond to the wild possessiveness in Kenshin's words and gaze. He had never known he could find such things attractive until the thawing of their relationship twisted into something like true care.
Not that anyone had dared show such an attitude towards him. Even when he had a favorite among his concubines, they had known he was not theirs.
Kenshin was different, too close to an equal to ignore, their marriage too important to set aside because of inconvenience. Nobunaga had to work with what was available.
Now familiar rough hands moved along the worst of his bruises, pressing hard enough to earn a hiss of breath from him. Lips and tongue followed. Then teeth.
He was hard despite himself, despite the pain, and, so unaccustomed still to being submissive even with a lover, could only stand there and allow whatever Kenshin wanted--which appeared to be to claim every part of Nobunaga's body that had been marked by another's actions, to quell the raging, possessive fire that burned at the heart of Kenshin's feelings by reasserting a claim over his spouse.
Nobunaga's thoughts wondered to that first night, months earlier, when they had battled for dominance. It was only after that unsatisfying attempt that he had begun to piece together what sort of man Kenshin was when he was with someone.
From there, it had not been difficult to maneuver their relationship into one where Kenshin would come to care for him, but Nobunaga had underestimated the obsessiveness that would accompany Kenshin when in love.
Of course he'd known the story of Kenshin's first love, that was necessary intelligence gathering on an enemy, but he, perhaps, had not considered it deeply enough in regards to his own situation.
A particularly deep bite drew a grunt from him and he met Kenshin's eyes again. "Who are you thinking of?"
"You," Nobunaga replied after a manufactured hesitation, as though reluctant to admit such a weakness, "...it's always you." Somehow, it was not a lie.
Gaze narrowing in satisfaction, Kenshin pulled him back towards their futon, pressing him down on his back with little regard to his wounds. They were both warlords, it was obvious that none of the injuries were serious, nor could they worsen into a serious condition from Kenshin's attentions.
Nobunaga's body responded as he had trained it to, playing perfectly to Kenshin's tastes.
Despite the artifice, he truly did enjoy their times together, the focus on him from Kenshin somehow so much more flattering than it had ever been from other lovers. The Dragon of Echigo, a wild beast barely tamed to Nobunaga's control--that thrilled him. Even if it meant he was the one being taken, that his role was sheath instead of sword, there was never a time he regretted it.
In the morning, he awoke with the expected soreness.
Unexpected was the cloth wrapped around one of his ankles--to keep the metal of a shackle from scraping already damaged skin.
"Kenshin."
There was no reply.
He must have waited until an already exhausted Nobunaga passed out, then performed this current act of confinement.
Either he would be freed by Kenshin in a day or two or by picking the lock himself, the result did not change. In truth, he needed the rest and Hideyoshi would handle their work while Kenshin himself tracked down the latest assassins and took out his rage on them.
Nobunaga knew he should not be so accepting of such actions, but after the first few times, it was almost a routine, just another part of twisting Kenshin around his finger.
Though, just to himself, he could admit that perhaps he had not done enough to make sure he was outside of the trap when he sprung it.
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Note:
There interactions always scream sexual tension to me, so while I'm a believer in Kenshin/Sasuke being canon, I can't help liking this ship. I was especially inspired by them competing over literally anything when they meet in the current EN event stories.
These will skip around, first is when they've been established for some time.
Per usual, unbeta'd, largely written quickly on my phone.
