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Requiem of Destruction (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

Tachi pulled Mitsunari into another kiss, making a soft, content noise.

The next day went as normal, Mitsunari was sent off to try to "persuade" Daihachi into joining, while Tachi went about the other duties Mitsunari usually did, trying to give him a break. Filing paper work was tedious, but it had to be done, their men needed payment after all. It was lonely work, stuck in a bleak office room with nothing but stacks of papers.
 
Tachi glanced up and scowled instantly. "The paperwork is going smoothly, if that's what you're asking." He said shortly, looking back down to his work.
 
"He appreciates being able to sleep and not spend the entire night doing paperwork, yes." He refused to look up at her, focused on his work.
 
"Yes, sleep is an important thing for humans." He seemed to be getting irritated by her incessant questioning. "I feel as though you're here for more than just the progress on my paper work."
 
"Mitsunari could be killed if anyone found out about his relationship with you." She said nonchalantly, "A noose would be a kindness, really."
 
His pen stopped at Mitsunari's name, and they very serious threat that came attached. He turned his gaze on Akihime, his scowl deepening. "He is my master, and I do not appreciate you threatening him over something so blantly made up."
 
He set his pen down and stood up. "What is it you want?" He hissed lowly. "Some sort of confession?"
 
"I don't need you to confess to something I already know, darling little odachi~" She said with honeyed venom, "But if you don't want Ishida executed for his sexual preferences, you'll meet me at the training grounds in an hour." She ran her finger under his chin slowly before heading out.
 
He trembled slightly in rage, letting out a tense breath before returning to his paper work. Just like Akihime had requested, within the hour on the dot, he arrived at the training grounds, hands in his sleeves.
 
"Oh, I'm so glad you decided to show up." Akihime greeted. Behind her were new recruits, young men he had never seen before. "So, I figure since you love cock so much and you care so deeply for your lord, you would entertain these fine new additions to our army until he returned~" She was very careful not to say exactly who owned Tachi, which she knew would make him even more willing to cooperate.
 
His eyes widened in disgust and rage, and his feathers fluffed up. "You're testing you're boundaries, girl." He snarled, appalled by her words, by the mere thought of him even being with anyone but Mitsunari.
 
"Wait!" Tachi's strained voice was choked out immediately, fists clenched and shaking. "Fine." He said quietly, moving forward, passed Akihime and toward the group of men. He wouldn't touch them first however, they'd have to make the first move, he wouldn't betray Mitsunari like that. He calmed himself the best that he could, knowing if he felt an emotion too strongly, Mitsunari would feel it as well. He didn't need to know of this, he didn't need to see or even feel his shame.
 
Akihime smirked sinisterly behind her sleeve as she moved away to make sure Tachi didn't try to bolt or kill any of them. The young men stripped him easily and quickly, eager for a toy to ease the stress of joining Otani's army. They made him pleasure them one by one with his mouth, a couple even penetrating him without proper preparation. They didn't care, and neither did Akihime.
 
Tachi didn't care either, at first. He wasn't human, he was a weapon, there was no humanity to take from him, but the torment didn't seem to end. There were only about a dozen men, yet they never seemed saisfied. The penetration hurt the most, they weren't gentle at all, nearly choking him as they pleasured themselves with his mouth. It was only when he was pinned down and clothes were forced on him did he come back to reality. Women's clothing. They had put a kimono on him, and as he was looking at the clothes in shock, he felt something smear against his lips. They had put lipstick on him - not very good, but it was make up all the same. Tears filled his eyes as another man climbed on top of him, forcing himself inside of him, called him a her. His chest ached and he stared with dead eyes at Akihime, his emotions boiling over.
 
There was a cruelness in her gaze, a sort of petty victory that she now held over him. The torment seemed like it was going on for an eternity before a sudden purple streak of light sang through the air and the heads of the recruits fell from their shoulders. Tachi felt arms around him, holding him, protecting him. It was Mitsunari, shielding him from Akihime's gaze.
"Please forgive my lateness." His voice was shaking, he was beyond angry, "Are you hurt?"
 
Tachi felt hot tears roll down his cheeks as he registered he was looking up at Mitsunari, and not some recruit. He was filthy, covered in other men's seed and dirt. He shook his head and did his best to wipe off the lipstick from his mouth as he could. "I-I'm fine, Mitsunari-sama." He said quietly, and without realizing it, he was clutching Mitsunari so hard his knuckles turned white.
 
"Here, Tachi-kun, you don't want to forget your spectacles." Akihime said, holding up the frames as she moved over. She gasped as she dropped them and the lenses shattered. Mitsunaari's eyes widened as he slowly looked up at her. She was hiding another smirk. "Oops~ I'm so clumsy~"
"You...!" Mitsunari's voice shook harder as he struggled to contain himself, "You selfish whore...! I'LL KILL YOU!!" Mitsunari shot up, unsheathing the temporary blade he used when he could not use Tachi.
 
A hand closed around his ankle, stopping Mitsunari from moving any closer to Akihime, Mitsunari's sword inches from her throat. "Mitsunari-sama." It was Tachi, his calming voice almost putting a spell over Mitsunari. "They're only glasses, I can get new ones." He said softly. When Mitsunari turned his gaze back on Tachi, he would find another crouching behind him- Amaya -a blade pressed against his throat, but only concern would be found in Tachi's eyes. Concern for Mitsunari's safety.
 
"You would be wise to sheathe your blade and get your whore out of my sight." Akihime ordered coldly. Mitsunari was still shaking, so willing to just cut her throat right there. But then Tachi...
He snarled and sheathed his blade, standing down.
 
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