The Tattoo chapter twenty

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WARNING: Slight NON-CON



Nino and Masaki sat in the far corner of the dojo watching as the two lords faced each other and gave a half bow with their katanas raised up in front of their faces. There was a stiffness in both their stances which told the assassin that neither of the two men trusted the other to stick to the rules of combat and he could feel his breath sticking in his throat as he dug his nails into his knee hoping for a clean and fair fight.
"It has been a long time since we have faced each other like this, Sho" Ohno said with his now easily recognisable smirk on his face as he rose up from the bow keeping his eyes fixed on Sakurai whose head jerked with a stiff nod of acknowledgement at the words "I look forward to seeing how you have improved on what I taught you..."

"My skill surpassed the tricks that you taught long ago..." Sakurai replied falling into the stance that Nino knew so well. His feet were firmly grounded and apart comfortably centring his sense of gravity. It was a sturdy stance but not one that was readily adaptable to a change in styles. Ohno's though was different his posture was altogether more relaxed his upper body was loose and, although he had given up on stability, his legs were spread only a little allowing for a greater shift should the need arise. It was because of that that Nino knew who would be victorious before even the first strike was made.

Sakurai moved first he let out a loud shout and lunged his attack was fluid and straight but the prince easily dodged it moving aside and batting away the attack like he was waving away an annoying bug. His face became focused his eyes narrowed and jaw set into a thin line that caused his lips to tighten and lose some over their colour. Nino had always seen his lord’s movements as being beautiful when they sparred but they had nothing on the movements Ohno could make his body do. It was like watching a skilled dancer moving around the stage as the prince moved dodging and countering the attacks that came from all sides.

“Are you to spend the whole time dancing, Satoshi? Or are you here to fight?” Sakurai growled out as he thrust forward the wooden katana slicing through the air and smacking against the bare chest of the prince. Nino almost winced on his behalf as he saw the bright red welt form on Ohno’s chest. The prince just gave a smile and spun around while dropping to the floor his leg darted out and for a moment it looked like Sakurai was about to fall like a felled tree.

“You criticise my technique but you are still much too rash…” Ohno smiled as the lord only just managed to right himself swinging broadly and almost hitting the prince’s neck. Ohno’s hand came up protecting himself from the attack and then swooping down and moving out of the way in one graceful action. His sword sang as his arm arched and he hit him square in the stomach causing him to let out a grunt of pain. Using his elbow Ohno hit Sakurai in the eye making him stagger backwards “You should have been able to dodge that move, Sho…I thought you said you have improved?”

“I have…But as always you fight dirty…” Sakurai snarled his katana swinging around in graceful arches as the two men circled each other their movements matching like they were an imperfect mirror image. This time it was Ohno that moved forward his the katana high one moment and then low as it was brought down over the lord’s chest before swinging back around and slicing him in arched rapid moments that Nino could barely keep track of. Sakurai could do little more than counter some while taking the most on various parts of his body. Once the prince seemed tired of his onslaught he dropped down and kicked out his leg tripping him over by the ankles. There was no time for him to react this time and Sakurai fell backwards with a low moan of pain while Ohno stayed on his feet standing over him.

“The match is mine…” Ohno purred with a smirk spread over his face as he rested the blunt edge of the wooden katana against Sakurai’s throat and pressed deep. “Your skill as much improved but you still have your fatal flaw Sho…”

“And what is that?” Sakurai hissed and Nino had to admit that he was curious to until today he had never seen his lord beaten in any match but Ohno had reduced his lord, the man that caused many to tremble at just his name, to look no better skilled than a child.

“You have no heart in your movement or attack…” Ohno stated and Nino blinked in surprise, he had always viewed emotion as a weakness “…You view feeling as a failing when it is a strength you can never understand…Though perhaps I am wrong…I believe I would have gotten a much more interesting fight from you if I were to challenge you for your Masaki…But if that had been the case I would have let you win, your boy is beautiful but the tiger is much more my type…”

“It is for one night only…” Sakurai told him breathlessly his cheeks going a funny purple colour as the wooden katana was pressed even deeper.

“A man would do much for one night of paradise…” Ohno smiled withdrawing his sword and reaching out his hand to help the fallen lord to his feet. Sakurai ignored the hand and pushed himself up snapping angrily and Nino hung his head trying to pretend that he hadn’t been listening to their conversation. “I will go and freshen up…Tiger, I will expect you in my rooms after you have been to your boy…”

“Y-yes…Lord Ohno…” Nino whispered not looking up, he could feel the glare that Sakurai was giving him and it was enough to send a shiver down his spine. He didn’t look up until he had heard the prince leave and the door close and when he did he wasn’t surprised to see Sakurai’s face close to his or to suddenly feel his hand wrapping around his throat thumb pressing in his Adam’s apple

“You are mine, spider, remember that…I own you…I could have left you to die that day…But I brought you here and made you what you are…If you think to betray me I will kill your boy and you will never have the revenge on the one that killed your family…Do you understand?”

“Y-es…Yes…” Nino gagged using the oxygen that he had managed to draw into his lungs to say the word.

“Good boy…” Sakurai growled pulling him forward and crushed their mouths together in a painful kiss that felt more like a punishment than anything else. Teeth nipped at his lips so hard they broke the skin and he could taste the bitter tang of blood running over his tongue. The hand didn’t lessen around his throat and black spots began to form in front his eyes. A tingle broke out over his skin and there was a rush of wind against his ears before he was released and pushed backwards onto the mat. His clothes were pushed aside and his legs spread by a knee. He was barely aware of Sakurai laying his body over him but he felt it as the dry penis pressed inside of him tugging his skin and causing him to burn. The lord moved roughly, his hips pounding as he held him down into the mat his mouth over the pulse point on his neck. Nino laid as still as he could taking the pain that his lord was giving him until at last with a loud animalistic grunt Sakurai came filling his passage with his seed his body shaking with his climax. “There…Now go to him…As you are…With my seed deep inside of you…Show him that you are mine…”

“Y-yes…My lord…”

TBC
A/N: I’m sorry for my pitiful attempt to write a fight scene >.<