An SLBP Tokugawa Ieyasu/MC fic
“May I remind you that I do share,” Ieyasu said sweetly.
She would never understand the relationship these two fearsome warlords share. This strange, not-quite friendship, awfully competitive alliance with so many layers of polite posturing, goading and backhanded compliments. Like their relationship was a series of dare, and one was always trying to outdo the other.
Nobunaga downed another cup of sake, “Maybe later I can give her a taste of swordplay instead, hm? See if she likes it better than an arrow?” he smirked, his cheeks were tinged – she couldn’t tell from the alcohol or their banter.
She was startled when Ieyasu put an arm around her shoulder and squeezed. His fingers are so, so cold.
“We could compare rapports later,” Ieyasu’s smile never faltered. “Though If I have to give you taste of Tokugawa’s hospitality, I prefer to serve you something less… provincial. My taste runs rather plain for you I’m afraid.”
“I will hold you to that, Tanuki,” Nobunaga waved his hand dismissively. “Now go before your balls burst.”