#tsuusa

Too bad that it didn’t take long for their peace to be interrupted, Usami’s temples twitched as they were cornered down a back road by three burly foreigners. Men from Tsurumi’s past, if Usami had to guess. They were spitting Russian at the First Lieutenant, Usami knew that much. Maybe they were just looking to settle a score from the war, so Usami sneered when one of them tried to step closer to Tsurumi.

Not that it mattered.

When the gunshot rang out it was like Usami’s restraints were lifted, springing forward as fast as lightning.

Before the man Tsurumi killed had even hit the ground, Usami’s fist connected with the next closest face. No words needed to be exchanged between him and the First Lieutenant. They had spent the whole night together in silence, why break it now? There was trust in complete silence and that spurred Usami on more than any order would.

His fist came back bloodied where it had connected with the man's glasses, but the russian had clearly gotten it much worse, as he fell to the ground, clutching at his now bloodied eyes and nose with a low groan.

The last man remaining standing, now seemingly over the shock of his comrades' death, jolted when he caught a glimpse of the pure, shameless joy on Usami’s face. Scrambling to pull his poorly concealed weapon out of his sleeve, the man took an overconfident step forward.

From where Tsurumi stood, pistol held by his side, he had an amused look on his face. He watched, and after a moment, it was clear Usami didn’t need any assistance, so Tsurumi holstered his weapon and lit up a cigarette.

What a good dog.

Bounding at the man, Usami was able to block the first swing of the farrier’s hammer he brandished, by hitting the inside of the other's elbow with his own. Then, grabbing the man’s collar, he headbutted him without any hesitation.

Taking in a deep lungful of the cool night air, Usami shook off the hit to his head quickly. He reached for the bayonet on his hip but suddenly found himself falling backwards.

Tsurumi had watched as Usami’s leg got grabbed by the bleeding man on the ground and tripped. The First Lieutenant only tilted his head slightly as the man still standing kicked Usami in the ribs. Hard.

Even with the wind knocked out of him, Usami used the momentum of the kick to roll to the side and with a small grunt of effort, hopped back to his feet, teeth bared, and a wild look in his eyes.

 As he watched Usami shrug off his uniform jacket, Tsurumi thought to himself, ‘Now they’ve done it.’ before taking another drag of his cigarette.

Fists up, shoulders loose and agile. It was a sight to see. Usami laughed, light and unnervingly gleeful as he spat some blood to the ground.

It was simple really, he had done it countless times before. His legs did most of the work for him, a kick connecting with the side of the man’s knee, an audible crunch felt beneath his heel. When the other staggered mid hammer swing, Usami kept the momentum of the first kick, his other leg popping up, and his knee connected with the man’s groin. The moment his grip loosened, Usami dug his nails into the russian's hand by the base of the hammer and ripped the weapon free.

The hammer in Usami’s left hand was tossed to his injured right, then it came crashing down with a wet “thunk” before the russian could even react. The man twitched when Usami pulled the claw end of the hammer out of his skull and collapsed to his knees in a heap.

Tsurumi gave a little nod in approval as he put the butt of his cigarette out under his heel. He had seen Usami wield plenty of weapons in plenty of fights, but something heavy like a hammer or wrench usually left a particularly gruesome scene. The weight of them always went unnoticed in Usami’s skilled hands and was used to shatter bone and gristle with frightening ease.

The man that used to have glasses had managed to stagger to his feet behind Usami, who was readying to bring the hammer down again. Pulling out a pocket knife, the man wiped the blood out of his vision as best as he could and grit his teeth.

Seeing this, Tsurumi whistled, and Usami’s whole body perked up. Not even turning to see who was behind him before he spun on one heel, Usami’s other leg came up to strike the man directly in the ribs. The wet coughing sound the injured man made was not pleasant, but he had enough effort left in him to bring the small knife down into Usami’s raised leg. It caught him on the outside of his thigh, not burying itself in the muscle but cutting deep enough to make Usami falter.

Falling back, Usami’s hammer clattered out of his grasp and not a moment later, he was kicked in his injured side once again. Usami powered through it, not wanting to disappoint Tsurumi, and grabbed the back of the man's knee and pulled, making the man lose balance mid-second kick. It connected, but with barely any weight, so Usami kept pulling, and the man above him fell back with the movement, head hitting the hard-packed earth with an audible crack.

Usami pushed up to his feet slowly, dragging his hammer along with him. He spat more blood on the ground, then knelt on the chest of the man before him, the enraged look on Usami’s face now splattered with blood as he made sure the one who had stabbed him would not be able to get up again.

There was little left of him to identify the man by the time Tsurumi stepped in and put his hand on the back of Usami’s head.

“Alright, that’s good, that’s enough.” He called, watching Usami’s shoulders sag and shudder with the effort to catch his breath. “You’ve done well, Tokishige.” Tsurumi’s voice was a balm on the soldier's frantic mind and Usami just nodded, dropping the blood-soaked hammer.

Standing a moment later, Usami’s expression was shockingly neutral, but the gleam in his eyes was still frantic and bright. Making the other soldiers who had finally arrived in the alley take a step back out of genuine fear.

The pain and adrenaline had Usami's ears ringing as he looked down at the bodies around him. Then sluggishly, he looked up at Tsurumi, his cold expression becoming sickeningly sweet and the smile on his face wide and genuine. His pronounced cupid's bow made his expression look soft and innocent despite the gore he was soaked in.

“Are you alright, First Lieutenant Tsurumi?” He asked, voice unnervingly even as he picked his uniform jacket off the ground, and folded it over his cleanest arm. His white shirt was bloodied and sweat-soaked, and his pants were not much better, but at least the dark blue did better to hide the blood seeping out of his wounded leg.

“Of course, thank you.” Tsurumi offered a smile, trusting his other officers to deal with the bodies without having to instruct them.

As he followed Tsurumi, Usami’s eyes became less and less focused as the pain started to overtake his adrenaline. He staggered as they approached the car there to take them back to the barracks. Tsurumi put a hand on the small of Usami’s back. “Let’s have you taken care of, hmm?” His voice was quiet and just for Usami before he opened the door.  

Tsurumi got in and sat down, then nodded towards Usami, who climbed a little less gracefully into the cabin and knew better than to sit in the seats when he was filthy like this, so he knelt by Tsurumi’s feet and took a laboured breath.

It was only once they started moving did Tsurumi address him again, gloved hand resting on the top of Usami’s head. “You were excellent.” He praised, and Usami’s eyes shut as he enjoyed the caress, forehead resting on Tsurumi’s knee.

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Usami followed Tsurumi back to the First Lieutenant’s private quarters back at the barracks. In the small bathroom at the back, Usami knelt on the smooth wooden planks that kept him off the cold stone floor. He had undressed and had been told to stay still while Tsurumi ran some hot water for him. Nursing his already bruising side, Usami did as he was told, waiting for Tsurumi to turn his attention to him.

He was really being spoiled tonight, Usami thought to himself, not even considering his wounds. The First Lieutenant would never do this for anyone else, Usami knew that. No one else got to see Tsurumi so casually dressed, with a steamy bucket of water by his feet, and his beautiful hands holding a soft washcloth meant just for Usami.

Something so simple as the promise of care that was that washcloth made Usami's guts twist around in ecstasy.

“Lie back, you’re straining your ribs like this.” Tsurumi gestured, moving the bucket closer to Usami now that it was hot enough, the air already warm from the fire in the other room, but Usami still was visibly trying to hold back his shivers as he moved to lie back, staring at the LIeutenant patiently.

Tsurumi rolled up his sleeves and knelt down next to Usami. Who else was able to make the Lieutenant kneel without even asking? Usami’s chest filled with butterflies at the thought, lips trembling just slightly. A flush took over Usami’s face as he watched Tsurumi dunk the washcloth in the bucket and saw the flex of his forearm as he squeezed out the excess.

“You’re a mess, even without those ruined clothes.” Tsurumi shook his head, wrinkling his nose at the half-dried, sticky blood on Usami’s skin. “Do I have to tell you not to go overboard every time?” With another low sigh that barely hid his amused tone, Tsurumi began cleaning.

When Tsurumi’s hand passed over his injured ribs, Usami jolted and his hand lifted to try and stop the cloth purely out of instinct. Before he could grab Tsurumi’s hand, the older man caught Usami’s hand and pushed it back down to the wooden planks.

“Now now. You know better than that.” His voice was low and smooth and Usami felt it relax the muscles in his arm. He just needed to be still. That’s right, Tsurumi would take care of everything else. What a thrill, Usami felt his insides squirm again, heat pooling between his legs without any shame of being caught.

Tsurumi’s hands were steady and so warm from the water he dipped the washcloth in. With each swipe, Usami preened and whined, keeping his own sore hands to the side like he was told. No matter how much he wanted to reach out, Usami told himself to behave.

“Hmm~ There’s a good boy.” Tsurumi’s voice curved and caressed the same way his hands did. It was almost unbearable, Usami felt like he was melting from the inside and sought relief but everywhere around him was hot and slick and he didn’t even realize he was drooling until Tsurumi casually wiped the washcloth across his lower lip.

No, Usami took it back, it was completely unbearable to be touched like this.

He was hard, so painfully hard. But the way Usami was laid back on the smooth wooden slats meant even when his hips thrust or stuttered on their own his erection just bobbed in the air pathetically.

Tsurumi lifted Usami’s injured hand into his own and looked it over. Usami’s fingers flexed and separated dutifully, letting the washcloth scrub between them. When it passed over his broken knuckles, Usami whimpered and sucked in a rough breath.

“Oh~? Still hurts?” The playful tone in Tsurumi's voice made Usami’s cock twitch.

“N-No sir.” The words came out in a rush, and he whined when his knuckles were pressed on again deliberately. The sharp pain is almost enough to break him out of the haze flooding his mind, but then the pain is gone and he’s right back into that heat.

Tsurumi slid a hand down and pressed on Usami’s darkly bruised ribs. “Here?”

It was teasing and cruel but Usami’s breaths were quickening as he was toyed with. When it nearly reached that peak of being too much, Usami groaned, his back arching in an instinctive attempt to move away from the pain.

“Now now…” Tsurumi cooed and the pressure let up as his hand went back to washing the last of the blood and sweat off Usami’s porcelain skin. It was methodical to the point of putting Usami back in that heady trance again, even when the wound on his leg was cleaned and dressed in a simple bandage.

“Come here.” Tsurumi addressed Usami with a low, caring tone. “Sit up. Careful now, let me see you.”

It took some effort, but eventually, Usami was once again kneeling, shivering as the water cooled and rolled down his skin.

Tsurumi wiped behind Usami’s ears and down the back of his neck, cleaning away the last of the dirt and sweat. “Feeling better?”

Usami stared unblinking, up at Tsurumi, piety in his eyes that was unshaken, even as the older man dug his nails into the back of Usami’s neck. It wasn’t painful and didn’t break the skin, but it pulled an answer out of him. “Yes sir.” Usami’s voice was heavy and he swallowed down the drool pooling behind his teeth, lips parting a moment later to add a weak; “Thank you.” He felt incredible, even if he was still uncomfortably hard.

“You’re very welcome.” The washcloth fell to the side back into the bucket of warm water and then both of Tsurumi’s warm, rough hands slid over Usami’s throat and up to his jaw.

Usami did not need to try and figure out what Tsurumi was thinking as he explored Usami’s skin, only letting himself indulge in the feeling of a broad thumb passing over one of Usami’s moles. Honestly, Usami probably could have cum just from this feeling alone if he didn’t think that would get him scolded.

“Can I… see it?” Usami asked after a minute or so, voice trembling and breathy. With stars in his eyes from how close they were, his gaze flickered up further to stare at the smooth porcelain enamel plate Tsurumi wore.

Tsurumi laughed softly, then nodded. “Be careful then. Don’t drop it.” He spoke and tilted his head down just a little, a curious but amused look in his eyes.

Usami reached up with eager hands and ignored the pain in his knuckles as he followed the sturdy leather straps to the back of Tsurumi’s head and loosened the buckle just enough that he could pull the porcelain shield free.

He held the curved plate close to his chest with one hand, breathing heavily. Who else had seen Tsurumi like this? Usami would kill them if he found out. Was it that brute Tsukishima? The thought made Usami bite down on his lip in sudden jealousy. Or had Tsurumi let the rich brat see him like this? Surely not. Koito wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut, not like Usami could. No one would ever know the Lieutenant held him like this. That he was allowed to touch and admire all he wanted. An honour like that was Usami’s and Usami’s alone.

Usami whined, tracing fingertips across Tsurumi’s cheek, then followed the curve of the scar up into the man's ruined and uneven hairline. Usami’s fingers itching to get closer to the soft dip there, in Tsurumi’s forehead but knew that was off limits. Instead, he threaded his fingers through Tsurumi’s hair and simply basked in the joy of seeing the man above him.

“You’re so handsome.” Usami didn’t even mean to say it out loud, so it sounded airy and distant. No matter how many times Usami was given any kind of reward like this, he was as awestruck as ever, as if seeing Tsurumi for the first time.

With a shift, one of Tsurumi’s hands moved lower and Usami’s eyes rolled back in his head when it wrapped around his length without warning. Usami’s fingers flexed and for a brief moment he gripped the Lieutenant’s hair, but Usami knew better and dropped his hand to Tsurumi’s sturdy chest to brace himself, soaking a damp handprint into the fabric.

“You’re doing so well. Do you like it like this, Tokishige?” Tsurumi whispered, using the dialect from their shared homeland, something he never did in public. It was just for Usami, all for Usami. The words poured into him and filled him up to the point of boiling over.

Usami didn’t last 2 more strokes, his body folding over on itself, guttural sounds being pulled from his throat as he came, streaking white onto the wooden slats between his thighs, directed by Tsurumi’s firm grasp. Gasping, Usami’s nails dug a little into Tsurumi’s shirt, desperate to ground himself.

Tsurumi’s hand on him kept moving, and he watched Usami twitch and convulse. With a soft hum, it was clear he had no intention of stopping even when Tsurumi felt Usami had started to go soft in his hand.

 Usami’s grip slipped down off Tsurumi’s chest and he braced himself on the ground, still moaning, the sound coming out strained and needy. Still, he clutched the porcelain in his other hand, desperate not to drop it even when his eyes rolled back and he started to cry out. “Thank you- thank you- ah~!” Usami said with a shrill voice as another orgasm was pulled out of him, dry, making Usami choke on his own ragged breaths.

Seemingly satisfied, Tsurumi pulled his hand back, lifting it to cup Usami’s jaw and forcing him to look up.

When his vision cleared after a minute, Usami blinked his long lashes and then tilted his head to clean off Tsurumi’s hand. Usami’s breathing was still uneven and hard to control, his teeth weakly scraping at Tsurumi’s fingers once his tongue had swiped away what it could.

After a moment of just watching, Tsurumi gave in and pushed his thumb between Usami’s teeth and held down the other man's tongue with steady pressure.

With his chin being held like this, Usami let his eyes shut and focused on steadying his breathing and just coming back down to earth. Even then, his head was still spinning.

After he was satisfied with how pacified Usami was, Tsurumi grinned and rinsed the rest of his hand off before gently coaxing his headpiece out of Usami’s white-knuckled grip. He fixed the straps back around his head and pushed up to his feet.

“Make sure to clean up before coming to bed.” Tsurumi hummed, caressing Usami’s cheek one more time before turning to leave.

Usami nodded lazily and muttered a soft “yes sir” as he blinked open his eyes to watch Tsurumi walk away.

It took a long time for him to be able to stand, knees aching and his injuries throbbing from where they had been played with. Still, he diligently washed down the mess he had made and wrung out the washcloth before leaving.

Usami wandered into the room and collapsed onto the bed, feeling high as a kite. Once his body temperature returned to normal and he no longer had spots in his vision, he rolled over and grabbed the sleeping robe that had been left for him.

Curling up on his good side on top of the sheets, Usami quickly fell asleep. He doesn’t know if Tsurumi returned during the night, but Usami got plenty of rest, without any dreams.