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01 October 2012 @ 08:35 pm
You won't believe it's not more procrastination!!  

For cherrytruck, LORD OF THE BIRDS. /bricked

I'm sorry, my dear, that this was supposed to be done by your birthday and now it's kind of nearer the actual Sekigahara anniversary. Well, sometimes DAHT'S LIEF, HAAAUGH? I hope it's worth the wait I put you through.

Originally, I thought I'd write something about Mitsuhide and Nobunaga for this occasion, but 1) the idea I had with them was depressing and somewhat creepy so not the best birthday gift (but I'll still write it another time), and 2) Che then joined me on the Mitsunari/Sakon bandwagon, so that's what this fic is. And it's going to be ridiculously upbeat, because what's the point of creating historical time paradoxes when you can't even give your favourites a happy ending? :P

Title: Beyond the Fog
Characters: Ishida Mitsunari/Shima Sakon; other cameos
Rating: Slightly NSFW, no specific warnings
Word Count: ~2,600
Summary: Mitsunari and Sakon make themselves at home in Ieyasu's fallen stronghold.
Context Notes: Based almost exclusively on SW2 canon, which, as anyone who has played the game as Mitsunari or Sakon can attest, means alternate history. The change: Mitsunari's Western Army wins the battle of Sekigahara, then proceeds to run the Tokugawa out of Edo castle (which is where this fic is set when it's all over). Also, Sakon's gun injury is treated, so they both survive. I have nothing against poor Ieyasu but I just like Mitsunari and his unbelievable horde of ~romantic friendships~ despite his apparent unpopularity among most others better. And I just feel so bad that the main reason he lost was because half his allies in that battle were either flakes or holding grudges. My favourite part of SW2 is messing with that part of history and making these guys win instead. XD
Stages serving as the background to this fic: Yukimura's Dream (because it includes both the victory at Sekigahara and Sakon's gun accident), Mitsunari's Dream (contains the siege of Edo and his unique fan). Well, I had to add Sakon to the latter level here. I never let him die at Sekigahara in the game (once it happened and I got so furious I replayed the level immediately TO MAKE IT GO RIGHT), and I assume he survives in such a case and Koei was just being careful about putting him in a later level in case the player doesn't salvage him. The environment and weather conditions in the fic are lifted from SW2 as well.
Other Notes: My first completed fic after months mostly taken up by academic writing. If it shows, blame that blasted degree I had to prevail over.
Disclaimer: The Samurai Warriors series belongs to Koei.

“So, what do you plan to do now you've won it all? Not give yourself up to pleasure and lose all sense of direction, I hope.”

“Coming from the man I had to bribe into abandoning just that kind of lifestyle”—Mitsunari smirked, aligning himself more closely with the other man, catching his breath—“that is quite the bold statement to make, Sakon.”

“Was that just bribery to you? I'd consider it an arrangement that has resulted in benefit on both sides. A sound strategical decision.”

Mmm.” Being so close to Sakon was enjoyable, but also utilitarian—snow had blanketed the castle, in places still tarnished with the debris of battle: broken arrows, gunpowder, blood. Of this last element there had been entirely too much until now, as they'd fought to ram home the victory that, by all estimates, should never have been theirs to take.

Mitsunari closed his eyes, still seeing the treacherous faces that had come to the forefront during the past years whenever he wasn't expressly focused on something in the corporeal world. And yet, the darkness let him feel out his own vital signs in a way visual stimuli only detracted from. Then he concentrated on the wind howling muffled around the castle, his own heartbeat, and lastly on the expanse of patched-up skin of Sakon's torso. Mitsunari ran his hand over it, blindly yet carefully.

“My lord, you're dreaming again.”

“Shut up,” Mitsunari countered benevolently, snuggling up closer, not opening his eyes as he pressed the side of his face to Sakon's cheek. He wasn't wearing his headpiece now, of course; the fact that Sakon's hair was still tied back in his customary style made Mitsunari feel more exposed by comparison than he would necessarily have liked. He ran his hands up Sakon's back, up to his hair to loosen it, threading through the strands as soon as they fell free.

Sakon sighed, leaning into the touch. “Charming as always. And there I thought you'd be celebrating tonight.”

“Aren't I?” Mitsunari's tone was just a touch dangerous in that way only his friends had really learned to decode.

Mitsunari pulled away, looking properly now. “This is a celebration by my standards. I apologize for the lack of drink and music girls.”

He rather suspected that Sakon shared his tastes this time, only wouldn't give him the gratification of making that conjecture fact. Like it or not, the man was still recuperating, and when Kanetsugu and Yukimura had both declared they would spend the night feasting on any provisions available—Kanetsugu making a teary-eyed mention of Lord Kenshin and how much he would have enjoyed the wine, Yukimura promptly joining in with lofty salutations to Lord Shingen—Mitsunari gave each of them a genuinely-felt embrace and pleaded tiredness. It hadn't been a lie, not quite. He hadn't specified whose tiredness it was that needed attending to.

As soon as he had excused himself, he'd found Sakon sitting on a flat tree stump with the persistent snow covering dusted off, looking every bit as exhausted as Mitsunari had claimed to be himself.

“Sorry,” Sakon had said without preamble. “Fighting's not quite the same after you take a bullet to the gut.”

So they were celebrating on what amounted to a sick bed, adamant though Sakon was about calling it anything but. He'd helped Mitsunari undress with a kind of reverence that he only permitted himself to show when he thought Mitsunari would not notice once they had made it to a private chamber in Edo castle's main keep, and refused when Mitsunari made to do the same for him. Some kisses and a benign struggle later, they were finally holed up under some hastily-found covers on the fancy tatami. Compared to their earlier sojourns in the much less ornate rooms of Sawayama castle, this was undeniable luxury, even though they had no idea where anything was and couldn't be bothered to find out before dawn.

With a covert smile, Mitsunari pondered the idea of luxury not being limited just to decoration.

Sakon thought similarly, it seemed. “So what now? Are you going to give me this castle?”

“You mean you've changed your mind about rewards? Oh, just give it to someone else,” Mitsunari intoned, as Sakon gave a chuckle, “like something as unimaginative as a castle was all I planned to give you when I said that. I'm glad you were misunderstanding—well. You better have been.”

“Oh, Mitsunari, I'm sure the whole land is dying for your kisses. They taste like acid and overdone ambition.”

“Sakon!” Mitsunari restrained himself from jabbing the smug bastard in the ribs, suddenly hating long-forgotten Kuroda for depriving him of that satisfaction for all these bickerings to come when he fired those rifles Sakon's way and left him with a chronic ailment. But what was done was done, and so he settled for a well-placed smack on the head. It wasn't like he was endangering anything in there.

“Hey, hey.” Sakon caught his hand, pulling it to the side. “My apologies.”

You're lucky I think you're worth more in one piece.” Mitsunari remembered the day Lord Hideyoshi had used a similar rhetoric of benevolence—affected or genuine, it was ever hard to tell with him—to accept a surrender that would benefit them in the long run. That was strategy, but Mitsunari could hardly dismiss his continued affection for Sakon as just that. Hideyoshi hadn't been such a fool. “You know the saying, after all,” he continued, stroking Sakon's hair, “about the two things greater than Mitsunari himself. The castle I could do without, but you, Sakon—”

“Actually,” Sakon trailed his hands up and down Mitsunari's spine, “the real saying concerns the two things Mitsunari doesn't deserve.”

Mitsunari's hand stilled. “You never quit playing around, do you.”

“On my honour,” Sakon declared, sounding like a poorly-executed parody of Kanetsugu but no less earnest than the real deal, “it's just that I never corrected your misapprehension when we were still struggling for power. You know where your head would have gone if I'd told you then. But now we've come out on top, it's time for you to learn the truth. My lord,” he added hastily, though failed to conceal the smugness in his voice.

Mitsunari fixed him with a stare that could have dispelled what little warmth they had in the room altogether, wondering where on earth Sakon had learned to turn his voice subtly derisive just so. Not to mention why he hadn't set a bomb on his blasted face yet. There was only so much patience a man with a temper could exercise. “And you tell me this now so I know I've won a land that laughs the moment our backs are turned?”

“Well, my lord”—Sakon smiled this time, pressing the palms of his hands against Mitsunari's shoulder blades as if anything so understated could soothe that burning passion—“it seems you'll have your work cut out for you. Prove to them we're both where we belong.”

“That may be difficult,” Mitsunari replied without missing a beat, climbing on top of Sakon as he spoke. “How do I prove someone as headstrong and arrogant as you belongs under anyone else?”

“Why, someone so headstrong and arrogant could only belong under someone who blows his own rudeness and arrogance out of the water.”

“You enjoy pushing your luck, strategist.”

It's what got you this far, my lord.” They both laughed. Further exertion was not worth it for now, but Mitsunari would be damned if he didn't make the best of whatever he still had the energy for after this endless day. So much he'd brought about by sheer force of will. He closed his eyes and actually managed to relax this time as Sakon returned a kiss, the verbal ripostes momentarily forgotten. There were more indulgent ways to settle a score.

And it would have been worth it, after all. No one else would have been so uncompromising about having Sakon saved after he had been shot half-dead at Sekigahara. No stranger to going to extreme lengths, Mitsunari had begun his reign straight away; having won that decisive battle, there were no doctors he couldn't talk, intimidate, or bribe into devoting the care they would otherwise have not bothered to give to his indispensable strategist.

He propped himself up on his elbows so as not rest his whole weight on the other man, letting their lower bodies align in a smooth slide of skin and cloth. Another kiss and both were panting a little, though it was nothing compared to being winded from running outside in command of an army. Mitsunari looked up just at the right angle to appreciate his last spoil of war: beside Sakon's head, with stray wisps of hair softening its edges, lay a gilded fan so beautifully crafted that he had wasted no time jumping into the heat of battle for it, just to be able to carry it out of the castle in victory. He reached out and ran his fingers along its contours; this object was truly marvellous.

Sakon's hushed voice drifted into his ears. “Careful.”

“Think it's too good for me?” Mitsunari returned wryly, snapping the fan open just next to Sakon's head; the fine metal made a sound as it singing. Sakon's eyes met his over the cool edges that were perfection, before Mitsunari laid the weapon down beside Sakon's head on the mat. He surveyed both, his eyes sliding half-shut, smiling a little again despite himself.

Willpower and reward. He had salvaged his luxuries, where no one else would have been so stubborn.

Sakon's stare on him was tangible as the man replied, altogether too calmly, “No. I was just worried for a moment I have outlived my usefulness.”

Idiot,” was all Mitsunari could spare, more hissing than saying the word as he braced himself above Sakon more securely, hands and knees planted firmly on either side. He was encouraged when Sakon took the cue to begin caressing him, up and down, and soon Mitsunari was lowering his posture further, using his elbows for support as his hands slid into Sakon's hair, under his head to lift it slightly into another kiss. A little longer and he'd be drunk on that. He started rocking back and forth, unable to keep himself from resting more and more of his weight on Sakon's body directly, and he wondered how much of his dignity it would cost in light of their previous bickering if he asked Sakon to just flip them over. To compromise—for once—he shifted on to his side next to Sakon, pulling the other man over to face him. The haphazard covers they had heaped on themselves before were beyond hopelessly dislodged by the time their legs tangled together instead.

The heat they were generating themselves was enough to be glad for. Mitsunari took up the fan again and folded it, then pushed it farther away from their spot on the floor. He almost didn't snort when Sakon looked up and asked in a conversational tone, “Precautions?”

“You'd smudge it up,” Mitsunari quipped without explaining how.

“With my hair? Come on, it's not that awful yet.”

“What about that smell of gunpowder, grease and gore?” And now of Mitsunari's fingers as well, retaining, under all the grime, the barest hint of a whiff of tea.

“At least it's poetic.”

Mitsunari ignored the comment in favour of Sakon's neck. He kissed it, followed by a light bite, all the while balancing himself precariously on one side, though he was sure that sooner or later, Sakon would tell him off for being so fussy. He gave up briefly to use one had to smooth the much-criticized hair back from Sakon's face and focus his gaze there.

He'd never asked about that scar before, and wasn't going to now. Instead of a finger, he traced it with his lips. Between him and the floor, he could discern slight tremors.

“We all need our secrets, I suppose,” Mitsunari said then, as though extracting a conclusion.

Sakon shook his head. “Aw, there's nothing much to tell.”

Mitsunari's fingers dug into his side slightly as he spoke, “I shall trust you to be the judge of that.” Hey, he'd never claimed he wasn't possessive. The only reason Sakon's habit of flirting around failed to bother him was the fact that Sakon turned into a babbling fool who could hardly hold any of his unfortunate victims' attention for five minutes whenever he launched one of his ludicrous pick-up lines. So Mitsunari let him indulge without reproach, secure in the knowledge that Sakon's ability to pick up women was far inferior to his ability to fascinate him.

What that said about himself, Mitsunari scarcely wanted to ponder. This same man was a strategist he'd been willing to give up half his stipend for. Not to mention he was one of the few people in whose company Mitsunari delighted. (He wasn't going to say delighted the most, because the number of those he felt any delight with could be counted on the fingers of one hand, in itself enough of a distinction.) Whether Sakon was even truly trying when it came to his ostentatious but almost uniformly fruitless flirting was a question well on its way towards puzzling Mitsunari for the rest of his life.

They kissed again, gliding together slowly. Sakon was the one to speak up next in a hushed voice, “Well, look at you. Turning me away from a life of indulgence to a life of early rest and tea. My lord, sometimes you make me wonder.”

Mitsunari chuckled, felt rather than heard his own voice crack with pleasure. “We can have a tea ceremony in the morning.”

“That's what you call a—”

“You have a problem with my idea of a good time?” Mitsunari supported that with a long shove of his hips against Sakon's, riding the ambiguity. He'd never say out loud how amazing it felt to be able to do that without an immediate danger looming over them; maybe it didn't need to be pointed out at all, anyway. He was closer to finishing than Sakon, that he could tell, but there was no way he'd hold back from anything—not tonight, not anymore. Lifting himself on one elbow to relieve his weight a little, he kept grinding, pressing closer until even his face was nuzzled into Sakon's neck. At least no one else was ever seeing him like that.

He came gasping, and before he knew it he was taking advantage of his position to kiss everywhere he could reach without moving, not to mention lending his free hand to Sakon, as it were. Mitsunari slipped to the side, keeping only one of his legs draped over Sakon's thighs; it may have been uncomfortable to remain twisted in such a way, but now he wouldn't abandon that post for the world. Good thing Sakon's body language was so straightforward. He listened to the way Sakon's breath grew ragged as his own hand picked up its pace and, for a while, that was enough.

This was enough.

Lying together moments later, both lulled into a state of exhausted insomnia that should not have been as comfortable as it was, Mitsunari allowed himself a remark that didn't cross his lips often.


“My lord.”

“I owe you my thanks.”

And the land around them slept.

Cherry: Angeal - Honorcherrytruck on October 1st, 2012 07:21 pm (UTC)
I have no icons of Tsunari or Sakon SO I HOPE THIS ANGEAL ONE SUFFICES. How many months has it been since my birthday? Two? >:|

But I suppose it's better late than never, and it's not the $$ of the gift that counts but the thought that goes into it! COUGHNOTREALLY I see you put a lot of thought into this though, and I understand after uni stuff you must have felt creatively drained, so even if I did constantly bug you about it everyday, I do appreciate the late fic! about time you posted it

I like how the first thing they decide to do after like, hypothetically winning over Japan, is to GET LAID. But I suppose that's normal for any warlord to do to reward themselves right? Do you think Ieyasu got laid after uniting real Japan?

Tsunari and Sakon's dialogue is nice, you really made them in-character and I could hear them in their SW2 voices while reading. I also like the cameos of he others, especially Kanyetsugu. Hey omg YOU SHOULD HAVE MADE HIM INTERRUPT MITSUNARI AND SAKON IN THE MIDDLE OF THEIR MAKEOUT SESSION AND MAKE HIM GO "MITSUNARI, I'M REALLY HAPPY FOR YOU AND IMMA LET YOU FINISH, BUT KENSHIN WAS THE BEST LORD OF ALL TIME."

Their PERVY SESSION is very cute and hot at the same time, and I suppose I would have liked to see more explicit sex but then again I suppose Mitsunari wanted to take it easy on Sakon since he had already been PENETRATED by the bullet. HA HA OH BOY AREN'T I HORRIBLE

I think the title should have been called "Beyond the FAg" because LOLOLOLOLOL GET IT HA HA HA HA HA HA HAHAHAHAHAHA

But no seriously, I really enjoyed the fic and the wait was worth it, so thanks for taking the time to write it and consider yourself free from my nagging! UNTIL NEXT YEAR.
Cherry: Genesischerrytruck on October 1st, 2012 07:34 pm (UTC)
See you later, instigator: Oda Nobunaga (SW) - rainoudeteron on October 1st, 2012 08:24 pm (UTC)

Angeal is good. He represents my real-life money status, OHHH BUUURN.

Anyway, seriously, I am most glad you enjoyed the fic despite my ridiculous delay! Uni was very draining, yeah, and I couldn't get into the fic groove immediately after finishing. ;_; But you deserved something good!

Do you think Ieyasu got laid after uniting real Japan?

I could hear them in their SW2 voices while reading.
That is such a great compliment :333

...as for KANYETSUGU, you are writing this. Or making a gif of it. SOMETHING. BECAUSE OMG HE WOULD, HOW DID I NOT THINK OF THAT XDDDDD

Aww, at first I didn't have any detail on the PERVY SESSION at all, and then I figured it would be nice to add some but at the same time, I didn't want it to steal the show in this fic. Has all the porn we've had not been enough by now?! XDD I just found it interesting to deal with Sakon's injury aftermath, or however you prefer to put it, LOL. Poor guy.


Ahaha, until next year! It was a pleasure to write. <333
Cherry: Odacherrytruck on October 1st, 2012 09:12 pm (UTC)
That's how most women survive OLOLOLOLOL

Well UH I guess at least Angeal becomes rich eventually?! I HOPE THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS WITH YOU TOO

I haven't been in the drawing groove myself since uni exams ended ;_; But I think once all my other exams and application things have been sorted out, I'll go back to it.

And duh, don't you know that all slashfic has GETTING LAID as the core of all events?


A slash fic without porn? WHAT KIND OF YAOI LEMON IS THIS?? There is never enough porn with us. And this is a new shipping of yours after all so hey, it would never hurt to make porn for them! WHAT ARE YOU, BEING A FANFIC NUN?

...and fff no, it's been so long since I looked at the SW2 movie gallery that I don't even remember they had titles to them! WELL LOL WHOOPS
See you later, instigator: Assassin's Creed - high jumpoudeteron on October 1st, 2012 09:53 pm (UTC)
...I cannot judge that but WHATEVER.


I can imagine that all too well ;_; On the other hand, if you need a kick towards inspiration, you know you only need ask... :3



No, I'm being a fanfic monk, mwahaha! Naaah, really, if I come up with a scenario that feels BETTER with some more explicit sexing, I'll include it there. I honestly only judge it like any other event: DOES IT FIT INTO MY SCHEME FOR THIS? XD

Nooo, I don't mean title of the movie, I mean that Mitsunari SAYS "somewhere beyond the fog." And actually I lied, it's in his storyline, not Sakon's. MAKE YOUR MEMORY JOKES NOW PLS.
Cherry: Gacktcherrytruck on October 2nd, 2012 09:24 am (UTC)

Seeing how he eventually becomes a 1st Class SOLDIER I assumed he was no longer super poor, but HEY MAYBE HE ROMANCE SCAMMED GENESIS TO GET THE JOB AND THAT EXPLAINS WHY GENESIS TURNS INTO A DICK AFTERWARDS?!



That would be arranged if I had a Kanetsugu cosplay outfit and lived nearer to where you live. If you want that to become a possibility, please send a payment cheque of $5000 via Western Union, including $1000 for the outfit, $2000 for a return ticket and accommodation, and the remaining $2000 for food, clothes, general maintenance and passport fees. Details have been sent to your LJ inbox. Please make the payment as soon as possible.

PFFF I thought to say nun because for some reason I get the impression they're more strict - I mean after all, you did tell me about how monks were technically only obliged to be half abstinent. xD I wonder if that also applies to Buddhist nuns? Anyway, every scenario is appropriate for EXPL!C!T sexing. Ever heard of a thing called porn?

Oh UH WHOOPS. It's been so long since I looked at the SW2 movie gallery that I don't even remember they had titles to them! WELL LOL WHOOPS
See you later, instigator: Gackt - Tono to Isshooudeteron on October 2nd, 2012 09:37 pm (UTC)

LOOOOOOOOL yes I second this theory

Ahaha, not bombard, but I could nag about pairings/stuff I want to see. :3


Hmm, okay, you have a point. XD I actually have no idea if there was a similar possibility of leeway for nuns. I know they had more numerous "general" rules of conduct, which I read was because of the perception of safety at the time. Honestly, I'd be surprised if anyone bothered to think about the possibility of covert lesbian sexing, aside from those engaging in it... And lol I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE. Well, my porn has a minimum standard for set-up. XD

Cherry: Odacherrytruck on October 3rd, 2012 09:19 am (UTC)
You mean...METHODOS?

In before this idea also becomes a fic sdjkfh

I think I already have a good idea of the things you want - heck, I've already thought ahead about what I should give you for your birthday, and hopefully not only give you the presents like, AFTER CHRISTMAS. Depending on how life goes I can't guarantee it but I think I already have some ideas. :3

NOPE KANETSUGU IS NOT CHEAP. WHERE DO YOU THINK HE GOT THE HAT FROM? Please make the urgent payment within 3 days or I may have to retract my previous statements and be forced to cut off contact with you as I cannot afford my internet bills.

I think I've seen a porno like that once. NAUGHTY NUNZ?

See you later, instigator: Johnny Weir - black and goldoudeteron on October 7th, 2012 10:33 pm (UTC)

Well, that is up to you. You're the EGGSPURT on this universe between us! XD

...you are too good to me :333

KJSDHFJKH AHAHAHA but but Kanetsugu not everyone is a kept man retainer like you ;__;

LOOL THIS JOKE. At least that title alliterates. And isn't My First Time with My Commander.

Cherry: Genesischerrytruck on October 13th, 2012 04:26 pm (UTC)
I had a lecture called "Lab methods" which I named LAB METHODOS.


Ehehe [insert immodest face here]

I am still awaiting the money to be transferred through Western Union. Please do not delay further. Any further delays will mean I will have to lose contact because I am running out of money through internet bills. Please help me. My best friend just broke their leg and I am having to pay for their hospital bills. My mum just lost a horseracing bet and we are bankrupt. And my brother's bank account got stolen and we are being charged in order to claim it back. Oh woe is my life!


See you later, instigator: Assassin's Creed - high jumpoudeteron on October 17th, 2012 07:58 pm (UTC)
LOOOL AWESOME. Just please don't use bald rats ;_;

...as for the rest of this comment. I've just realized that our jargon and inside jokes and memes must have become incomprehensible to the world at large, and no else who ever looks at this post is going to have the slightest clue what we're even on about.

Cherrycherrytruck on October 18th, 2012 08:17 am (UTC)
Oh God I could never experiment on animals ;_; NOT EVEN FLIES

Pff oh dear. Is this entry public? ...OH GOD IT IS. Well uh. UH I HOPE THESE COMMENTS DON'T EMBARRASS YOU LOL

Do they have an Eastern and Northern and Southern Union too?
See you later, instigator: Gigaville - coffeeoudeteron on October 19th, 2012 08:51 pm (UTC)
GOOD ;_;

Ahaha, why wouldn't I make my fics public? It's one of the FEW THINGS that are still public in this journal! I just hope YOU are not feeling embarrassed by ALL THIS RANDOMNESS XD

...good question. Also is the Eastern one run by Ieyasu?