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/Kotaro's POV/

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Enemy of my Enemy - Chapter 04

I woke early. The sunlight was just peeking over the rooftops and the town still had a good hour of sleep left to it. I quietly climbed off my futon and cast a glance at the sleeping figure leaning up against the wall. His gun was propped against his shoulder, his cheek leaning against the metal in an affectionate way that made me pause. Would someone who served Nobunaga sleep so soundly? I crept over to him, which really wasn't the smartest thing to do, but my curiosity overrode all of my sense. I approached him as quietly as I could, making sure to watch for signs that he was waking. His light snoring never faltered, his head still cradling the barrel of his rifle. I crouched down in front of him, not really looking for anything particular but still unable to resist my desire to look at him. He was only about ten or so years older than me, but I could see from this close up that he showed the years clearly. Many light scars riddled his bare arms and his fingers were burnt from the gunpowder he used to make his bullets. Would I look like him when I got to be his age? I noticed that not one scratch marred his face, which was more than could be said for mine. I suppose bladed weapons had their drawbacks as they allowed enemies to get in close. The scar I carried, however, was a gift from my master from years earlier when I'd gone against his orders. One simple cut across my cheek that I would have forever to remind me of my foolishness. That was years ago and here I was being foolish again. I quickly stood, intending to go downstairs to find some breakfast and get away before I was caught. I moved to leave but a hand on my leg stopped me.

I looked down in surprise to see Magoichi looking up at me with those cold, hard eyes that he'd had the night before. I twisted in a vain attempt to get away from him, but he held me tightly, tripping me to the ground as I tried to escape. I was on my back and shifted to roll away, swatting at him ineffectively as he climbed on top of me. His weight settled on me and my struggles seemed to have little effect; his strength was so much more than mine that I could not break the grip he had on me. He stilled my legs with his knees and held my hands together against my chest, putting most of his weight against me to keep me still beneath him. I stopped struggling, instead saving my strength for an opening where I could escape from him.

"I thought I told you last night to stop spying on me," he growled, his breath hot on my face as he loomed over me. "Do I have to teach you a lesson?"

I struggled again, trying to escape as panic raced through me. He was definitely an enemy if he threatened me for such a little thing! I wrenched my hands apart, freeing my right and reaching for the knife he kept at his belt. If I could just free it from its sheath then I would be able to escape and kill him before he killed me. His gun was lying forgotten on the ground beyond his reach and I was more skilled with a blade than him.

His left hand quickly caught my right, inches before my fingers closed around the handle of his blade. I heard him curse under his breath as he roughly forced my hands together above my head, holding them in place with one hand while he struck me across the cheek. I stopped, stunned for a moment at the force he put behind his blow. He seemed to relax after a moment and shifted his weight so that his knees weren't hurting my legs as much. "Like I was saying," he started in his usual rough tone. "If you don't stop spying on me, then I'm going to have to teach you a lesson." I looked up to his eyes in defiance, his dark orbs never betraying his thoughts to me as his free hand trailed down my face. His expression softened for a moment, "Unless, it was something else you wanted from me, Kotaro?"

I shook my head, closing my eyes against his changing gaze. "No!" I shouted, weakly trying to pull my arms free, but making no real effort. He had me where he wanted me and at that time there was nothing I could do. He lowered his body against mine, stretching his legs out to hold mine in place and pressing the full length of his body against me, still holding me down with his weight, but in a far more comfortable way. "Just tell me what you want," I ground out through my teeth as his face drew closer to mine. He smelled of tobacco and gunpowder; the combination of the two was entirely Magoichi and I tried to ignore the feelings he was stirring deep within me.

"It looks like you are the one who wants something, Kotaro," he purred, pressing his hips harder against mine, causing me to bite back a groan.

My hips arched against his involuntarily, my heartbeat racing and I felt my cock stiffen against the pressure of his body. "No!" I growled, lunging forward with all my strength to clamp my teeth onto some part of his face and make him lose his grip on me. He was so close to me, looming over me with that amused expression. It was humiliating and something that I should have been able to escape with all of my agility and speed. His strength should not have been able to hold me there, but it wasn't only his strength that kept me pinned under him. My body betrayed my will and relished the feel of him pressed against me. It buzzed with excitement and did little to resist when he captured my biting mouth in a brutal kiss.

For a split second I let him into me. His tongue forced its way inside my mouth and it was the best thing I'd ever felt in my life. For only that split second.

I couldn't let him do this to me. With my body craving his touch and my senses reeling I bit down, hard. He grunted into my mouth but I didn't let go of that slippery muscle that I held tightly between my teeth.

I think I caught him by surprise, which was a good thing, because it gave me my chance to free one of my arms. I released my bite and pulled my arm back to hit him with all of my strength. My fist connected with his jaw, knocking him off of me with a loud crack. I scrambled to my feet, drawing my kunai and crouching into an attack stance a few feet from where he'd pinned me to the ground. My legs were weak and I wasn't sure that I could handle a full-out fight right then, but I wouldn't let him get me into a compromising position like that again. "Tell me the truth!" I said as he climbed to his feet, not looking very angry by what I'd done to him. "Are you here to serve Nobunaga?"

He stood with his back to me, casually leaning down to pick up his rifle and propping the weapon against his shoulder before turning to face me. "Does it matter?" His mouth was smiling, but his eyes still carried that hard look that caused me to keep my kunai at a defensive level. He shook his head, almost laughing, "You confuse me, kid. You wanted that," he said, indicating our situation moments before. My body trembled at the memory of his body pressed against mine but I did not trust my voice enough to speak. "Well, whatever," he said, shrugging and turning from me. "Spy on me if you want. Things are starting to heat up with Jubei and Nobunaga, though, so you might want to focus on your mission a bit more." He turned and headed down the stairs before I had a chance to say anything.

Once I was sure he'd gone I relaxed my body, lowering my blade to my side. What just happened? I'd been watching him sleep one moment, and the next he'd been on top of me. The thing that bothered me the most, as I stood there shaking, was that I'd actually enjoyed it. The complete helplessness that I'd felt as he held me down, the feel of his tongue as it had invaded my mouth. I'd never experienced anything like it. Of course, I'd never had a chance to, since I'd been given the responsibility of leading the Fuma clan at such a young age. When he'd first held me down I'd panicked, never really having felt that helpless beneath another man, but thinking back on it, it had been such a relief that now all I wanted was to feel it again. To let someone else take over, if only for a little while. Even though I wanted him, I did not regret forcing him off of me. There had been something dangerous in his eyes. Not something I wanted to look up into while I let him have complete control over me.

I sheathed my weapons and paced angrily to the other side of the room. Ninjas don't let themselves be bothered by such little things. They would go to the mines and watch Jubei's progression or they would be down at the marketplace investigating that strange woman who showed up looking for Jubei. Other ninjas would not be focusing all of their attention on someone like Magoichi and letting themselves be subdued so easily. I shivered, my groin still aching from the memory of his body pressed against mine. He'd known exactly what he was doing and I wondered what would have happened if I hadn't pushed him away; his rough hands keeping me under their strong grip, muscled body pressing into mine. I shook my head, ignoring my need and climbed off the balcony. I didn't have time to finish off what he'd started. It was true, there were things that I had to do and for all the time I'd had to complain about, I was now running short of it.

~End chapter four~