Harbor (One-shot)
Title: Harbor
Chapters: N/A
Author: konicoffee
Genre: Romance, Smut, Historical
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story.
Warnings: Smut, war, character death
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Saga/Shou
Band: Alice Nine
Synopsis: But things were different that cold October night in 1944. As I removed his flight suit with his nametag and his rank insignia still stuck to it, I knew that tonight, he wasn’t one of my soldiers.
Comments: This was set in World War II. I had no idea military-themed stories were so hard to write! But I did do my best. I hope you like this one.
“Winter came early this year, Lieutenant Sakamoto.”
His name was Kohara Kazamasa. After graduating from university, he received his Aviation Reserve flight training. Once he completed that, he joined the navy. Appointed Naval Aviator Ensign, he became a Zero pilot for the navy’s 306th Fighter Squadron, the same naval squadron I commanded.
But things were different that cold October night in 1944. As I removed his flight suit with his nametag and his rank insignia still stuck to it, I knew that tonight, he wasn’t one of my soldiers.
In my arms he was, in my quarters in the aircraft carrier, while the sky covered the ship’s deck in vast white. The warmth of our bodies against each other distracted us from the chilly air assaulting our naked flesh. He wrapped his arms around me like he had waited for me for ages, like I was someone worth waiting for. The warmth of his embrace permeated through every cell of my body, and his kiss melted the shards of ice around the heart I kept forgetting I had.
Straddling me, Kazamasa continued setting off sparks underneath my skin. He withdrew his lips from mine and latched them onto my throat, and only after a few breaths later did I realize that he was setting his lips on the scars of my body. He gently kissed the gash on my collarbone, and then he sent his lips traveling, stopping on a small cut just over my heart. He planted kisses on all of my scars, regardless of whether or not they were from life-threatening episodes. But the one he spent the most time on was the scar from a gunshot wound on my stomach. He sent kiss after kiss on the wound, as though it needed to heal more. But I knew he did that to heal his scar as he remembered the time I took that bullet for him.
Drawing in a breath as his lips traveled even lower down my body, I smiled sadly. We both knew that we would have gladly taken bullets for each other, but neither of us understood why couldn’t save each other from this desperation. We felt the need to hold each other like there was no tomorrow, terrified for when tomorrow would stop coming.
“Kohara, I- ah!”
The penalty of not having my thoughts on him at the moment came in a warm, massaging wetness around the tip of my arousal. I rolled my head back and moaned into the cold air while his welcoming mouth took me in, wrapping his lips at the base and locking them tighter when he slid back up. “Mmmhh…” As soon as I remembered how to use my hands, I sent them digging through his hair while he slowly bobbed his head up and down, sucking gently on sensitive skin and stroking it with his tongue as he moved his head.
“So good.” Sweat trickled down my skin, and I curled my body up to see Kazamasa and the sorcery he was performing, only to drop back onto the mattress after only a few seconds of watching him. Sh…oh God. Yes. Screwing my eyes shut, I desperately held on to the image of his perfect lips dragging up and down my hardened flesh, and I felt myself burn. When one hand slid up my tensing stomach and another massaged the base of my erection in rhythm with Kazamasa’s sucking, I couldn’t stop myself from lifting my hips, thrusting slightly into the warmth around me. With each movement, the pleasure that ran through my bloodstream blazed. Soon it grew too hot for my body to contain as it escaped me and gushed into Kazamasa’s mouth. “K-Ko…Kazamasa.” And as his lips tightened while he swallowed, my grip on his hair loosened, and I struggled to keep my consciousness from falling apart.
His kisses backtracking their way up my torso did nothing to help me collect myself. But when I finally did come back to my senses, he was looking over me once more, and I could have sworn the dim light that filtered from behind him formed a halo on his head. I touched him, the closest thing to Heaven that I could reach, and pulled him down for another kiss. Letting his taste, my taste, swirl in my mouth, I turned us over, switching our positions.
When one of us found the will to pull away from the kiss, I saw him underneath me. And when I dipped my fingers into his mouth and felt the warm moisture of his tongue and soft sucking of lips, my breath left me in a wordless rush. I ran my lips and my tongue down his torso, feeling his skin raise on the lines my mouth traced. Moments later, I drew my fingers out of his mouth. With my heart beat, beat, beat-beat-beat-beating, I pushed a slick finger through his entrance.
“Sir- mmmhh!” I felt his muscles clench my finger, his hands tighten on my shoulders, his moan buzz against my neck, and my length hardening again already. I stroked him slowly, sliding my finger in deeper and crooking it. It didn’t take too long for a second finger to follow, prompting Kazamasa to make small pleading noises and to strengthen his grip on my shoulders. And when I slipped a third finger in and curled all of them against his tight heat, his cries grew breathier and the look on his face spoke of tremendous need.
He let out a whimper as I pulled my fingers out. With the very little light we were afforded, I looked at his flushed face while I spread his knees apart. Holding his legs up and lifting his hips off my sheets, I ducked my head down.
“Lieutenant?”
I wanted to make sure I wouldn’t hurt him. “It’s Takashi,” came my soft response before I moved my hands to his hips and pushed my tongue into him. My eyes kept trained onto his face; not that I could get a good look at it while he twisted his head to the side. He looked like he was frantically trying to keep his mind from shutting down.
“Oh God, S-Sir…Lieu…Lieuten...T-Takashi.”
His fingers tightened around my sheets while I continued probing him, curling my tongue and flicking and sucking. He writhed when my teeth grazed the rim of his entrance, and with that, I could restrain myself no more. And if the look on his face and how his muscles tensed were any indication, neither could he.
I lifted my head and crawled over him, and a warm embrace immediately greeted me. I wanted to feel him with all that I had and with everything I was. And with nothing but my skin covering my being, I pushed into his sweltering tightness. It was hard to keep my eyes open as my mind whirled at the heat that clamped down on me. The heat continued to engulf me, and breathless moans from both of us filled the air. At an unhurried, sensual pace, I moved inside him, fully intending to enjoy this for as long as I could.
“Kazamasa…God, you feel amazing.”
Needy cries and the slamming of skin splintered through the darkness. As I continued thrusting slowly, Kazamasa coiled his legs around me and wrapped his arms around my back. He rocked his hips to meet my thrusts, and we both gasped every time I drove into him deeper as our hips collided. I breathed deeply at his tightness and at the look on his face as I slid in and out of him, letting the lust scorching me inside rip through me.
“Don’t stop,” he pleaded between gasps. “Please. I don’t…I don’t want…”
I didn’t want to stop as well, and I would have suffered a thousand deaths for this moment to last forever. “I know,” I murmured. “I know.”
He pulled me down and caught my lips in a deep kiss. His hands clutching my back, he moaned into the kiss every time I plunged in. It almost hurt to pull away from the kiss, but I wanted to look at him. Locked in an embrace while continuing our slow, steady movements, we stared into each other’s eyes.
Squeezing his muscles tighter, he moaned breathlessly toward the ceiling, into the nothingness in the air. Sheer rapture wrapped him while he fell into spark after spark of climax, his release coating our stomachs and filling his vision with stars. Lowering myself for a kiss, I groaned into his mouth as I surged inside him. Watching my orgasm drip out of him, I let out a shuddery breath as I pulled out.
We lay beside each other, both of us tired, having just enough energy to shove off my soiled sheets.
Still breathing heavily, he started talking. “When you looked into my eyes, what did you see?”
With one hand buried in his hair and the other drifting up and down the expanse of his back, I held him, as it was too painful to part with him. I whispered to him whatever thought I managed to gather, unable to tell if my answer made any sense before we both fell asleep.
It happened the next morning, on a beautiful, clear day, on a gulf by a tropic isle south of Japan. The Imperial Japanese Navy carried out the first phase of Operation Sho-Go.
Flying through clear skies, I watched Kazamasa rapidly sweep his Zero down the US escort carrier St. Lo before dropping a 550-lb bomb onto the ship’s flight deck. He then crashed his plane onto the deck and destroyed every fighter plane parked there. The bomb and his crash set off several explosions of gasoline fire. St. Lo suffered heavy damage. Kazamasa, my Kazamasa, suffered certain death.
What did you see?
Oddly, though I was sure I was incoherent, I remembered my answer to him.
I saw the harbor that calls to me when I’m lost, the light that guides me home.
Crying out his name one last time, I headed right for the fire Kazamasa set. I dropped my bomb and flew my plane right into the hangar deck, prompting another huge explosion and reducing my fighter plane into nothing but ember. But that didn't matter to me. I closed my eyes in sheer bliss as the flames burned Kazamasa and myself into one and the same.
From then on, we never parted. And we were no longer afraid.
Chapters: N/A
Author: konicoffee
Genre: Romance, Smut, Historical
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story.
Warnings: Smut, war, character death
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Saga/Shou
Band: Alice Nine
Synopsis: But things were different that cold October night in 1944. As I removed his flight suit with his nametag and his rank insignia still stuck to it, I knew that tonight, he wasn’t one of my soldiers.
Comments: This was set in World War II. I had no idea military-themed stories were so hard to write! But I did do my best. I hope you like this one.
“Winter came early this year, Lieutenant Sakamoto.”
His name was Kohara Kazamasa. After graduating from university, he received his Aviation Reserve flight training. Once he completed that, he joined the navy. Appointed Naval Aviator Ensign, he became a Zero pilot for the navy’s 306th Fighter Squadron, the same naval squadron I commanded.
But things were different that cold October night in 1944. As I removed his flight suit with his nametag and his rank insignia still stuck to it, I knew that tonight, he wasn’t one of my soldiers.
In my arms he was, in my quarters in the aircraft carrier, while the sky covered the ship’s deck in vast white. The warmth of our bodies against each other distracted us from the chilly air assaulting our naked flesh. He wrapped his arms around me like he had waited for me for ages, like I was someone worth waiting for. The warmth of his embrace permeated through every cell of my body, and his kiss melted the shards of ice around the heart I kept forgetting I had.
Straddling me, Kazamasa continued setting off sparks underneath my skin. He withdrew his lips from mine and latched them onto my throat, and only after a few breaths later did I realize that he was setting his lips on the scars of my body. He gently kissed the gash on my collarbone, and then he sent his lips traveling, stopping on a small cut just over my heart. He planted kisses on all of my scars, regardless of whether or not they were from life-threatening episodes. But the one he spent the most time on was the scar from a gunshot wound on my stomach. He sent kiss after kiss on the wound, as though it needed to heal more. But I knew he did that to heal his scar as he remembered the time I took that bullet for him.
Drawing in a breath as his lips traveled even lower down my body, I smiled sadly. We both knew that we would have gladly taken bullets for each other, but neither of us understood why couldn’t save each other from this desperation. We felt the need to hold each other like there was no tomorrow, terrified for when tomorrow would stop coming.
“Kohara, I- ah!”
The penalty of not having my thoughts on him at the moment came in a warm, massaging wetness around the tip of my arousal. I rolled my head back and moaned into the cold air while his welcoming mouth took me in, wrapping his lips at the base and locking them tighter when he slid back up. “Mmmhh…” As soon as I remembered how to use my hands, I sent them digging through his hair while he slowly bobbed his head up and down, sucking gently on sensitive skin and stroking it with his tongue as he moved his head.
“So good.” Sweat trickled down my skin, and I curled my body up to see Kazamasa and the sorcery he was performing, only to drop back onto the mattress after only a few seconds of watching him. Sh…oh God. Yes. Screwing my eyes shut, I desperately held on to the image of his perfect lips dragging up and down my hardened flesh, and I felt myself burn. When one hand slid up my tensing stomach and another massaged the base of my erection in rhythm with Kazamasa’s sucking, I couldn’t stop myself from lifting my hips, thrusting slightly into the warmth around me. With each movement, the pleasure that ran through my bloodstream blazed. Soon it grew too hot for my body to contain as it escaped me and gushed into Kazamasa’s mouth. “K-Ko…Kazamasa.” And as his lips tightened while he swallowed, my grip on his hair loosened, and I struggled to keep my consciousness from falling apart.
His kisses backtracking their way up my torso did nothing to help me collect myself. But when I finally did come back to my senses, he was looking over me once more, and I could have sworn the dim light that filtered from behind him formed a halo on his head. I touched him, the closest thing to Heaven that I could reach, and pulled him down for another kiss. Letting his taste, my taste, swirl in my mouth, I turned us over, switching our positions.
When one of us found the will to pull away from the kiss, I saw him underneath me. And when I dipped my fingers into his mouth and felt the warm moisture of his tongue and soft sucking of lips, my breath left me in a wordless rush. I ran my lips and my tongue down his torso, feeling his skin raise on the lines my mouth traced. Moments later, I drew my fingers out of his mouth. With my heart beat, beat, beat-beat-beat-beating, I pushed a slick finger through his entrance.
“Sir- mmmhh!” I felt his muscles clench my finger, his hands tighten on my shoulders, his moan buzz against my neck, and my length hardening again already. I stroked him slowly, sliding my finger in deeper and crooking it. It didn’t take too long for a second finger to follow, prompting Kazamasa to make small pleading noises and to strengthen his grip on my shoulders. And when I slipped a third finger in and curled all of them against his tight heat, his cries grew breathier and the look on his face spoke of tremendous need.
He let out a whimper as I pulled my fingers out. With the very little light we were afforded, I looked at his flushed face while I spread his knees apart. Holding his legs up and lifting his hips off my sheets, I ducked my head down.
“Lieutenant?”
I wanted to make sure I wouldn’t hurt him. “It’s Takashi,” came my soft response before I moved my hands to his hips and pushed my tongue into him. My eyes kept trained onto his face; not that I could get a good look at it while he twisted his head to the side. He looked like he was frantically trying to keep his mind from shutting down.
“Oh God, S-Sir…Lieu…Lieuten...T-Takashi.”
His fingers tightened around my sheets while I continued probing him, curling my tongue and flicking and sucking. He writhed when my teeth grazed the rim of his entrance, and with that, I could restrain myself no more. And if the look on his face and how his muscles tensed were any indication, neither could he.
I lifted my head and crawled over him, and a warm embrace immediately greeted me. I wanted to feel him with all that I had and with everything I was. And with nothing but my skin covering my being, I pushed into his sweltering tightness. It was hard to keep my eyes open as my mind whirled at the heat that clamped down on me. The heat continued to engulf me, and breathless moans from both of us filled the air. At an unhurried, sensual pace, I moved inside him, fully intending to enjoy this for as long as I could.
“Kazamasa…God, you feel amazing.”
Needy cries and the slamming of skin splintered through the darkness. As I continued thrusting slowly, Kazamasa coiled his legs around me and wrapped his arms around my back. He rocked his hips to meet my thrusts, and we both gasped every time I drove into him deeper as our hips collided. I breathed deeply at his tightness and at the look on his face as I slid in and out of him, letting the lust scorching me inside rip through me.
“Don’t stop,” he pleaded between gasps. “Please. I don’t…I don’t want…”
I didn’t want to stop as well, and I would have suffered a thousand deaths for this moment to last forever. “I know,” I murmured. “I know.”
He pulled me down and caught my lips in a deep kiss. His hands clutching my back, he moaned into the kiss every time I plunged in. It almost hurt to pull away from the kiss, but I wanted to look at him. Locked in an embrace while continuing our slow, steady movements, we stared into each other’s eyes.
Squeezing his muscles tighter, he moaned breathlessly toward the ceiling, into the nothingness in the air. Sheer rapture wrapped him while he fell into spark after spark of climax, his release coating our stomachs and filling his vision with stars. Lowering myself for a kiss, I groaned into his mouth as I surged inside him. Watching my orgasm drip out of him, I let out a shuddery breath as I pulled out.
We lay beside each other, both of us tired, having just enough energy to shove off my soiled sheets.
Still breathing heavily, he started talking. “When you looked into my eyes, what did you see?”
With one hand buried in his hair and the other drifting up and down the expanse of his back, I held him, as it was too painful to part with him. I whispered to him whatever thought I managed to gather, unable to tell if my answer made any sense before we both fell asleep.
It happened the next morning, on a beautiful, clear day, on a gulf by a tropic isle south of Japan. The Imperial Japanese Navy carried out the first phase of Operation Sho-Go.
Flying through clear skies, I watched Kazamasa rapidly sweep his Zero down the US escort carrier St. Lo before dropping a 550-lb bomb onto the ship’s flight deck. He then crashed his plane onto the deck and destroyed every fighter plane parked there. The bomb and his crash set off several explosions of gasoline fire. St. Lo suffered heavy damage. Kazamasa, my Kazamasa, suffered certain death.
What did you see?
Oddly, though I was sure I was incoherent, I remembered my answer to him.
I saw the harbor that calls to me when I’m lost, the light that guides me home.
Crying out his name one last time, I headed right for the fire Kazamasa set. I dropped my bomb and flew my plane right into the hangar deck, prompting another huge explosion and reducing my fighter plane into nothing but ember. But that didn't matter to me. I closed my eyes in sheer bliss as the flames burned Kazamasa and myself into one and the same.
From then on, we never parted. And we were no longer afraid.