FWA~ I thought I would never finish this. I had to go read yaoi manga at 3 in the morning just to get in the mood to write this. Pft. Writing makes me feel like such a coma, and, and as whore. I use them way too much. –sobs-

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A few days had already passed since Sanada Yukimura had been cooped up in bed due to illness. He was already revived to exceptional health, but Date Masamune kept him in bed with threats of it coming back if he didn't get enough rest. Having to stay immobile for so long was starting to bore the spearman. Even though Date sat by his side and kept a conversation going, there was nothing more Yukimura wanted than to run outside and have a duel, or at least just wave his spears around a bit. Lazing around inside was becoming rather frustrating.

Although boredom was one of the biggest problems Yukimura was having, the fact that he was still extremely nervous around the samurai next to him remained. He was jumpy and his heart beat faster whenever any part of Date moved closer towards him. With his short glances towards the companion he was starting to notice this feeling of wanting to touch those pink lips, run his fingers through every shiny strand of soft, brown hair, and feel those calloused hands against his body again.

He unintentionally shook his head to wave those thoughts from his mind.

"You okay?"

Yukimura looked over at the subject of those thrown away thoughts and forced a faint smile and a nod. He inwardly cringed when he received an annoyed glare in return. Then a hand reached out to him and he tried to move away, but it followed his maneuvers of escape and landed lightly on his forehead. "You feel kind of hot. Are you sure you're fine?"

Of course his skin was burning, he was blushing like mad. Not only that, but his heart was racing and he was starting to feel faint. His whole body was beginning to smolder and tremble from the pressure. He couldn't take it anymore.

"Yukimura?" Date's eye widened and he instinctively moved back slightly as a pair of hands traveled towards him. They wrapped around his face, hot and sweaty, and the two in the room stared at each other for a moment. Yukimura then sat up on his knees, leaned forward and slowly, almost as if entranced, pressed his lips to Date Masamune's.

Though Yukimura took the initiative, Date was quick to turn the tables, twisting his own fingers into Yukimura's hair and pressing his tongue past chapped lips as the hands around his face slid down to his shoulders. Those hands then lightly grabbed at the edges of Date's collar and started to slip the cloth off, causing the dragon to back out of the kiss, confounded by the motion.

A pair of brown eyes stared back at him for a moment, before the young tiger looked down at the floor and began to pull off his own covering. He pulled the white kimono down his shoulders before freezing in his actions as Date spoke up, "Sanada Yukimura," the one-eyed dragon paused to smirk, "Are you trying to seduce me?"

"If you wanted me to fuck you," the older rival leaned in closely over Yukimura, almost making him fall backwards onto the floor, "you only had to ask."

The two sat in this position as minutes passed, the inexperienced young tiger's eyes intently fixed on Date's devilish expression. When he finally looked away due to the awkwardness of the silent, unmoving scene, the one-eyed dragon stood up and turned as if to leave. "Well, if you aren't going to ask, I'll be leaving now before I lose my cool."

He started to walk off, but was stopped when a hand vigorously grabbed at his wrist. Date looked back at the spearman behind him. Though his grip was like death, Yukimura had the other hand shaking against the ground in front of him and his eyes were having a staring contest with the floor. He almost looked pathetic.

"I… I want," his eyes began to sort of dart around and his body grew stiff, "want you to… will you…"

"What?" Date knelt down in front of him and tilted his own head a bit to try and make eye contact, but the uneasy young tiger wouldn't have it. The grip around the dragon's wrist tightened when the elbow attached to that grip met the wooded floor.

"Masamune-dono," his name was said quite clearly, but then Yukimura tightly shut his eyes, closed even more of the distance between his face and the floor, and he continued in a nearly inaudible whisper, "Would you please fuck me?"

"Damn, you're too fucking sexy!" were the only words to leave Date's mouth before he had Yukimura laid out on the floor and their lips mashed together. His fingers were entangling themselves in a mass of soft, brown hair, but he soon moved them down Yukimura's face and neck only to slip the rest of the kimono's sleeves down Yukimura's arms. Yukimura moaned into Date's mouth, his tongue easily being conquered as hands swept down his arms and chest.

Date's shoulders were then harshly pushed against and caused a break in their long make-out session, "Ma-Masamune-dono… I can't breathe."

"Che, that's all right," the samurai licked up a trail of saliva that was running down the flushed Yukimura's chin. Then he possessively latched onto his neck, hungrily sucking at the skin, before lovingly placing a trail of light kisses from the ear to his collar bone. A short cry escaped Yukimura's lips when his chest was suddenly ravished, a wet tongue washing over his nipple before teeth nibbled at the nub. The assaulted quivered and whimpered quietly from the touches.

A hand briskly sliding along his leg, pushing the cloth up the skin with ease, caused the spearman to jolt and exhale excitedly. Masamune smugly looked down on the flustered face and kissed the edge of those trembling lips. "Aah!" Yukimura shook again as his erection was finally taken notice of.
He bit his lip, bent on keeping his voice down, as fingers glided up the shaft.

Both combatants started at the sound of the door behind them sliding open. Masamune quickly broke out of his shock though and pressed himself against Yukimura, in an attempt to cover him. He ruthlessly kept pumping his hand along the length however even as the intruder spoke up, "Masa… mune-sama?"

"Damnit, Kojurou, get your ass out of here!" he shouted out before stiffening for a moment at the feel of teeth sinking into his shoulder. He looked down to find Yukimura biting into him, trying to keep himself from moaning. The agitated face he was making made Date sadistically quicken the pace he had set.

"My, my apologies, Masamune-sama," the retainer stuttered out as he covered his eyes and turned around. "But I must mention that I hope you're not forcing yourself onto the poor young man again."

"He started it, now fuck off already!" Masamune was becoming angered that his retainer had yet to leave, but he relaxed when he finally heard the door slide shut. He sat up and turned to look if he was really gone. A loud groan brought his attention back to what he had been doing and he smiled as he leant back over, pressing his lips to the hot organ he held in his hands.

"Ma-Masa—aahn!" the young tiger was cut off with a quiver of pleasure as Masamune took him in his mouth. The dragon grinned at the educed moans and worked his tongue, his lips, and his teeth around the appendage until he was sucking down a warm, white liquid. He sat up on his hands, licking his lips. Yukimura peered at him from behind one of his hands, but covered his reddening face when Date moved forward. The dragon took his lover's hand and pulled it to his lips, "Don't think you can hide from me."

"But it's, it's so embarrassing," he cried, a hand leisurely gliding up and down the inside of his thigh. Only a chuckle could be heard in response to this and Yukimura tensed as a finger slid into his entrance. Date gleefully watched Yukimura's face as he moaned and whimpered from only fingers moving inside of him.

When the one-eyed dragon had his fill of gasping breaths, tightening eyelids, and wimpy cries of his name, he took away his fingers and grabbed Yukimura by the arm. The young tiger was bewildered by suddenly being pulled up from the floor and thrown onto his stomach. He sat up on his elbows and turned his head in question, "What are you doing!?"

Date Masamune leaned over Sanada Yukimura with a devilish grin decorating his features, pulling up his prey's ass as he slid along the tiger's back. He wrapped his fingers around the spearman's quivering chin and kissed the back of his neck. Then he chuckled against his ear before pushing into him. Yukimura was surprised by the sudden attack and he dug his fingers into the floor as he tried to silence his unintentional yell. He shook all over and his back arched, almost pushing his stomach into the sheets. The quiet groans that breathed over his ear actually aroused him and the red in his face deepened as his hips began to move of their own accord.

Sweat dripped off his body and his hair stuck to his face and fell down his shoulders. Hot breath against his neck gave him goosebumps. The hands wandering his skin made him shiver. Yukimura turned his head and bit into his fist as he moaned. Just as Date spilled inside of him, Yukimura let go of his bruising flesh, gasping as he came as well.

The one-eyed dragon slumped over on top of his young tiger. His arms hung limply over Yukimura's sides and he laid his cheek against his back. The spearmen, who had been trying to get up, jolted towards the ground, but somehow managed to steady himself, "Hey, get off of me! You're heavy, you jerk!"

"Oh, shut up," the dragon growled before wrapping his arms around the unstable body beneath him and rolling over onto his back, holding Sanada Yukimura closely to his chest.

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I don't really like how I ended it, but, bleh, I couldn't think of anything else. Also, I didn't want Yukimura to be crushed under Date's heavy man body, but him being able to even barely hold him up just makes it seem like Date didn't do a very good job. xD Aaanyway. This is totally the last chapter. I've actually started two other Basara fics, but, so far, they don't seem to be going anywhere. That's probably because there's no smut in them so far and I'm not sure what to do. It's so overwhelming! So, we'll just have to wait and see if I can get enough written to where I think it'd be okay to post up. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS CRAPPY SMUT FIC THAT OOZED OUT OF MY FINGERS.