The night they spent in Toba, Hanbei was completely relaxed. He didn't want to wake up from the smell of the sea, the warm arms wrapped around him, and the soft even breathing of Chosokabe. But of course it was inevitable. Hanbei woke up cradled in the sea captain's arms. As much as he wanted to stay in this peaceful moment, he sat up moving slowly.

Carefully, he maneuvered his way out of the sea devil's grasp and readied himself for the day. He walked out to the fountain with the fish from the day before. A servant stood across the way dropping pellets to the flocking creatures.

Looking towards the front doors, Hanbei walked cautiously forward. He was debating with himself. If he could get away from here, perhaps even gain access to a horse then maybe...

The front doors swung open just as Hanbei reached out to them. Outside, the rain poured down, thunder rumbled across the dreary sky, the humidity sinking into every pore of Hanbei's fragile skin.

"Aye! There's Takenaka! You wouldn' know wer' th' Cap'n 'ould be, wo'ja?"

Hanbei opened his mouth to speak, but the shipmate glanced past the tactician and his smile grew.

"Ther'e is!" He rushed right past Hanbei.

He looked back seeing Motochika yawn, his crew member jabbering to him, more than likely about the ship than anything else.

Hanbei's eyes met with Motochika's, the pirate giving him a concerned look. The man soon waddled back outside into the rain care free.

Hanbei glanced back feeling Motochika's presence.

"I was afraid you'd left me." His hand came to rest at Hanbei' shoulder, his words causing a small blush to form on his cheeks.

"Ah...no." Hanbei bit his lip glancing back out the front door.

"You're thinkin' bout leavin', goin' out on yer own, aren't you?" The captain's voice became more grave.

"Well, I can't say it hasn't crossed my mind." Hanbei's eyes drifted to the ground.

"Don't leave me." Motochika barely said in a whisper. Hanbei's heart leaped hearing the slight pain that laced his words. His warm hand was gone now.

"The ship is almost ready." His footsteps were heavy upon the floor. He stopped just past the opened door glancing back.

"Are you comin'?" In his voice there was hope.

"Hn." Hanbei nodded curtly and followed Motochika out into the rain.

"There they are..." Mitsunari hissed. He crouched down behind a large boulder, the tropical trees only slightly covering the two men from the warm deluge of water from above.

"Well? Is it him?" Gyobu asked.

"Silence!" Mitsunari snapped at Yoshitsugu and glared back at the pirate ship. "This wretched weather..I can't see a thing!"

"Ah, well...it certainly is a shame." Yoshitsugu said sarcastically.

Mitsunari stood up quickly, rain droplets dampening his hair causing it to cling to his face.

"We'll follow them." Mitsunari took one look down at the pirate ship deciding to use the rain to his advantage.

"Come again?"

"Come on, Gyobu! Time is wasting..."

Once they were back out on the waves, Motochika stayed with Hanbei in his private quarters. Most of the crew were worn out from the attack the day before, and from staying up well through the night to fix the ship, so they rested up while the rain still poured outside.

Motochika sat at a small table tinkering with odds and ends to a pistol. He told Hanbei he was going to make it ' the best damn gun ever'.

A sturdy lamp sat in the corner providing some light for Motochika to work.

Hanbei grew tired and bored of sitting in the corner watching the pirate's back. He sighed and walked over watching him more closely for a moment admiring Motochika's other small projects laying about the room.

"You're very good with your hands." Hanbei picked up a small object shaped like a shark.

"Careful with that." Motochika took it from Hanbei's slender hands and smirked pressing a small lever on the object. The shark's mouth opened revealing a sharp blade.

He turned way from Hanbei scrounging around in a box. "You wouldn't want to end up lookin' like me."

Hanbei's gaze softened. "There's nothing wrong with the way you look."

He heard the other chuckle and watched as he shook his head turning to face Hanbei. "In case ya haven't noticed, I don't have both my eyes. There's a reason I kepp half a' my face covered."

The captain's eye widened feeling the weight of Hanbei's body atop his own, his pale legs parted, his eyes the deepest pools of lavender he'd ever seen.

"Let me see you." Hanbei's hands immediately grabbed for the other man's eye patch.

Out of reflex, his hands flew up grabbing Hanbei's wrists.

"Don't."

"It's alright. I promise." Hanbei managed to take hold of the piece of material and pulled it off past Motochika's white hair.

Hanbei stared quietly at the demon's scarred eye, his good eye timidly glancing to Hanbei and back down nervously.

Hanbei tilted his head admiring the sea fair's strength. He reached up with one hand softly caressing the left side of his face edging closer towards the uncovered area. Motochika's breath caught in his throat, his eye looking right into Hanbei's own. Hanbei's hand gently touched the scarred flesh. He felt Motochika shiver beneath him, a side of the devil he had never seen before, and so he whispered these words.

"You're beautiful."

"...How can you look at me like that? Your hands..." Motochika leaned into the others warm touch upon his face, his hand covering Hanbei's as he spoke. "Hanbei..how..."

Hanbei couldn't stop himself. He kissed Motochika passionately, their lips fitting together in a foreign rhythm that was their own, their bodies following soon after.

"M-Motochika...I..." Hanbei laid atop the other man. He felt Motochika's hands pushing down his pants, the demon's eye never leaving his.

Hanbei's cheeks heated up suddenly feeling nervous about being naked in front of the other. Even though he had seen the tactician's body before, this time it was special, more sincere, not filled with drunken lust or odd orders to take whatever was handed.

Motochika's palm rubbed the soft cheeks of Hanbei's rear. He bit into his lip grinning and arched his own hips up to Hanbei's bare stomach enjoying the small cry he let out as he did so.

Hot breath wafted over Hanbei's ear sending a shiver down his spine.

"Ah...!"

Motochika cursed feeling Hanbei rock back against him.

"If you keep making such cute sounds..I'm gonna cum before we even get started."

Their lips met again, this time Hanbei took initiative pushing Mochika's pants down just enough for his length to spring free.

Hanbei looked up at Motochika, his snow white hair covering one of his eyes. He took Motochika into one hand giving him a few strokes watching the pirate's expression change.

The pirate's half-lidded eyes, his sultry expression, the way he moaned out Hanbei's name- it was enough to make Hanbei's body freeze, his eyes raking in each new part of Chosokabe.

Motochika turned the tables on the stunned man, giving him a hot kiss, his hands eager to prepare Hanbei.

" It doesn't hurt, does it?" Chosokabe asked in a low voice, his fingers working at stretching Hanbei's body.

"Ngh..ahh!" Nails dug deep into Motochika's back, the sea devil running his tongue around a soft pink pert nipple.

Small whimpers escaped Hanbei's lips each time Motochika's fingers moved inside him.

His one eye followed the arch in Hanbei's back, his body sucking in the sturdy digits thrusting in and out.

A trail of saliva left Hanbei's agape mouth, his focus solely on feeling. He gazed upon the grinning devil, their bodies pressed closer together.

Motochika gave no warning. He looked down at Hanbei and entered the young man who gave a shout of surprise.

Hanbei held his eyes closed tight. He couldn't breathe, couldn't move. Chosokabe's rough hands mapped out the plain of his back, dipping over his hips, across his stomach, heating Hanbei's flesh alight with a rekindled flame. His body relaxed, Motochika withdrawing only to the tip and slamming himself back inside Hanbei's warmth.

Hot pants and lustful sighs filled Motochika's room. Hanbei's hands held tight to the silver hair on Motochika's head, practically ravaging his mouth, the pirate drowning in wave after wave of whines and groans from the other man.

"Mo-Moto-chika! I can't hold it in...!" Hanbei panted out between each of Motochika's thrusts.

"Me..ngh, me too...ah!" His breath hitched burying himself inside of Hanbei filling his insides up with his cum. Motochika took Hanbei's leaking shaft into his hand working his flesh in one rough hand, his hips still thrusting into Hanbei letting him release into his palm, Hanbei's insides quaking and milking Motochika of every last drop.

"Haaa...!" A pleased sigh left Hanbei as he came down from his high. Chosokabe laid next to him, a big smile on his face.

Hanbei turned onto his side getting swept away into Motochika's tidal wave of tight embraces and soft kisses.

That was the day Hanbei truly fell into the deep sea.