𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗡𝗦

an out of context - edo period Atsuhina ficlet focused on a conversation between Atsumu a samurai and Shoyo a geisha

#atsuhina #samurai #malegeisha #triggerwarning #slightnsfw #nsfw #angst #mildangst

The world of a geisha could not have been more different than the one of a samurai and yet they could not have been more similar. Didn’t a geisha hide their face behind white paint, powdering her cheeks? Didn’t a samurai hide his face underneath a mask?

a geisha performs and a samurai fights. Both are dancing, following the steps they had been taught, a ball of art and honour. red lips and red hands. yes their worlds cannot be more different and yet they are not.

Shoyo didn’t know back then, 3 moons ago, the extent of his visitant when he first stepped into the room at a generals soiree held in honour of his two son’s victory, drawing in everyone’s attention and the eldest son’s in particular.

The fleeting moment when their eyes met, their breathes stopped and their hearts beat as one, had been enough to tie the thread of their love. A forbidden and painful love but, love. A geisha didn’t have the freedom to love and a samurai didn’t have the will to share.

Bound to their worlds, they should not have never gone against their fate, but could you leave a love, so pure, so full of passion and desire when your heart told you to stay? Could you go? Could you? No. Neither could they.

Stealing away to meet in secret. Spending just a minute of the day together long enough to let their love grow more and more, and more. Small gestures. Hands, brushing the fabric of their gowns. Shoulders, sticking together maybe just a second too long. Lips, drawing closer.

A kiss, kindling what their bodies had been yearning for until their lust took over their reason. One night, two, three. One morning, two, three. As the days increased as they met, the crueler had become their evocation when they had to be torn apart by destiny.

Atsumu had to follow his fathers orders to join him on the battlefield and Shoyo who had denied his duties as he became Atsumu’s, could no longer afford to avoid them.

Knowledge and reason could be seeds of the same fruit, but it seemed that neither was capable of either in the matter of love.

Atsumu wasn’t raised to beg for something, but just once did he want to swallow his pride & beg. Gritting his teeth he stood in the bed room of the abandoned house on the outskirts of the town, their private & secret hideout.

“I am not used to beg, but please. don’t go to him.”

Shoyo wasn’t in a position to choose. Too long had he ignored his profession as a geisha, had avoided to see other men, had given his body, heart and soul to only one man, a samurai. A man who would leave his side by the next ray of sunshine of the following day, Atsumu.

The man, who had to leave with his brother, following his father’s orders to join him on the battlefield. A warrior who had killed countless men, had scars covering his skin as a reminder of his past & as a warning towards his future.

Shoyo had followed the lines with his fingertips. Had caressed the evidences of Atsumu’s strength & his will to survive, and this same man, full of pride and power told him to be his, told him to neglect his occupation when their future was as uncertain as the next day.

“If you brought me here on our last night together just to tell me this, then I don’t want to listen!” His long sleek ginger hair which he tied to a loose bun, fell into his face as he turned is face away, avoiding his lovers gaze. “I can’t Atsumu...I...”

The silky, green patterned kimono slid from his shoulder, exposing the slender nearly fragil looking skin of Shoyo’s beautiful body. Fragil, was he fragil? No, Atsumu was certain Shoyo was more capable to bear great strains than any warrior he had ever met.

Atsumu knew his demands were irrational, but in his dreams, in a world far from the city and their duties, Atsumu had already imagined his life with Shoyo. A small house, a garden, both old & grey, happy & together as they were still so much in love, like the first time they met.

In a future they might never have. A future that would be crushed by a single sword thrust into Atsumu’s heart on the battle field. “Shoyo, I beg you, let me go knowing you will wait for me. Knowing you love me! Knowing you are mine!”

“But I am yours!” The distance between them gone, Shoyo rushes to grab Atsumu’s hand. Guiding it to his chest, pressing on top of his heart, tears running down his face. “I am yours! Atsumu! I belong to you. But you can’t...you can’t ask this of me.”

Clutching his palms on his face, brushing away his tears, caressing the warmth of his body, the smoothness of his cheeks. Atsumu’s breath halted.

“Then let me leave knowing you won’t see him. Won’t let someone else touch you. Let the marks I leave on your skin tonight be a sign that your mine.” Shaking his head Shoyo bit his lips. “Then promise me you come back to me?” It was only a whisper.

“Promise me, and I shall be yours completely. I won’t let myself be touched by hands that aren’t yours.” Grabbing Atsumu’s wrists, he moved them down to his hips, past the bands of his gown. “No man will ever see the places meant only for the eyes of my lover.”

Shoyo held his breath, feeling Atsumu’s hands untying the ribbons of his kimono. “Tell me you will come back alive. Tell me Atsumu...please...tell me.”

Shoyo’s voice gave out when Atsumu pulled him into a kiss as the cool and soft material of his clothes fell from his skin.

“I will come back to you, so please, be mine...let me imprint myself into your body that will remain mine alone while I’m gone, and let us not think of tomorrow. Tomorrow is still so far away. We are here now.”

Shoyo could feel his body trembling as his hands began to undress Atsumu pushing him down on the futon. Shoyo the only person who was capable to push him down.

Something no other had ever managed on the battlefield and which gave Shoyo hope, that he would return to his side.

Panting against his lips, Shoyo crawled on top of him.

“Yes we are here now. Now I am yours. Atsumu.”
Rushing his hands below to Shoyo’s spine, adjusting their position to let him sink down on his member, Atsumu gasped. “Yes.”

Moaning out, they let their bodies speak the words of their love. The love of their last time together.

- the end of this thread