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kiramaru7Title: In the Moonlight
Author: kira
Rating: M
Characters/Pairings: Bankotsu/Jakotsu, Renkotsu, Suikotsu, Mukotsu, Kyokotsu, & Ginkotsu
Genre: romance
Warnings: yaoi
Word Count: 2316
Summary: Jakotsu always loved an audience…
Author’s note: Special thanks to my beta, Jen, for looking this over for me.
Author’s note 2: Bakama are a type of hakama where the top balloons out over a tightly fitted calf. These are the type of hakama worn by samurai.
Jakotsu always loved an audience and Renkotsu was his favorite to play to. A flirtatious glance, a hidden smile behind a sleeve, a careless touch, an odd turn of phrase, all of designed to elicit a response from the fire-breather as a prelude to his main performance. What made it even more fun was that he had a willing partner in all of this. His beloved Bankotsu would happily go along with him as he loved showing off his prowess in the futon, and the field, and the river bank, and their campsite under the stars. What made Bankotsu the perfect co-star was that he had knew exactly how far his beloved could push Renkotsu, before a fight of epic proportions broke out. When Bankotsu was not around, Suikotsu easily stepped into the role of director, tempering the cross-dresser’s actions with subtle shake of his head, or quiet admonishment, which had Jakotsu acquiescing to his silent plea for peace amongst the ranks.
Tonight was no different. They had spent the day, battling long and hard to take some nameless daimyo’s castle, winning in the end, even though they were vastly outnumbered. As the Shichinintai, such odds were part of the fun and when it was all said and done, and the castle was theirs, they settled back to enjoy the spoils of war. A large cask of sake was opened, and everyone was sitting back, cup in hand, reliving the glories of the day. Jakotsu leaned against Bankotsu, daintily sipping his sake, and occasionally stealing a kiss or two while he waited for the little drama to begin. He knew Renkotsu watching him from the shadows, and he was willing to bet that if he listened hard enough, he could hear the fire-breather muttering something about getting a room. The cross-dresser sipped his sake and smiled. He had a room alright, the one next to Renkotsu’s, but as Jakotsu looked over in the fire-breather’s direction, he changed his mind. Tonight’s performance, he decided, warranted a bigger audience.
Tittering in his sleeve at something Bankotsu had said, Jakotsu gazed coquettishly at him. “My little dumpling,” he cooed, “you were terrific out there on the battlefield! I swear you must have taken out five hundred men with in a single blow! When I saw that, I completely forgot about the cute guy I was cutting up, until he tried to get away.” Jakotsu’s expression darkened. “I made that bastard pay for interrupting me.”
“I’m sure you did,” Renkotsu said as he held out his cup for more sake. And you nearly lost your life because of it… If Sui hadn’t killed that guy, Ban would be crying his eyes out like a baby over you… What the hell he sees in you in anyone’s guess…
Suikotsu picked up the bottle and poured for him. “Please, Ren, don’t start with him,” the claw-bearer said softly. “Hasn’t there been enough fighting for one day?”
Renkotsu let out a long suffering sigh. “Yeah…” He grinned ruefully. “You’re right, Sui,” he said softly in reply.
“You’re damned right I did!” Jakotsu, missing their exchange, replied sulkily. His pout was short-lived, however, as Bankotsu leaned in and kissed him.
“Leave him be, Sweetness, and I’ll make it worth your while,” Bankotsu said softly as he nuzzled his beloved little butterfly’s cheek.
“Yeah?” the cross-dresser purred.
“Yeah… I don’t feel like having an audience tonight, Sweetness. I want you all to myself.”
Jakotsu giggled. Throwing his arms around Bankotsu, he said, “Then let’s go!”
“Now?” Bankotsu frowned.
“Yeah… Why not?” Jakotsu pulled back from him.
“Because I just want to sit here for just a little longer and wait until everyone settles down for the night.” At the look on his paramour’s face, Bankotsu added, “Sweetness, like I just said, it’s not like I mind an audience, but I just want you all to myself tonight. You know, like the old days, when it was just us two.” He cupped Jakotsu face.
Jakotsu turned his face and kissed his beloved’s palm. Smiling impishly at him, he said, “Then you’ll take me under the stars?”
“Yup! And you look so pretty that the moon’ll be so jealous, it’ll hide behind the clouds.”
Jakotsu squealed in delight. Throwing his arms around Bankotsu, he covered his beloved’s face in little kisses.
“Get a room, you two!” Mukotsu groused. He was annoyed the fey cross-dresser had killed the girl he wanted. She had taken her time stripping out of the many layers of kimono she wore and she was young and terrified, just the way Mukotsu liked them. Before he had had a chance to see if she was tearfully telling the truth about being untouched, Jakotsu had lopped off her head with a flick of his wrist, neatly severing it with his Jakotsuto.
Jakotsu giggled. “Are you still mad I got rid of that piece of filth for you?”
Mukotsu downed his sake. “What do you think?”
“Hmmm…” Jakotsu said airily. “I think you’re grateful I did!” He smiled; giggling at the death glare his fellow comrade-in-arms shot his way.
“Sweetness, please?”
“Fine,” Jakotsu huffed. His annoyance was quickly replaced by laughter when Kyokotsu belched loudly and fell over backwards in a drunken stupor. He may have been the largest member of the Shichinintai, but poor Kyokotsu was a relative light-weight when it came to sake. His loud snoring soon had his fellow comrades-in-arms dispersing for the night. Jakotsu watched as Renkotsu and Suikotsu headed towards the east wing of the late daimyo’s castle, Ginkotsu waddling along beside them. His strange metallic laugh could be heard as he laughed at some witticism of Renkotsu’s. Turning his attention to Mukotsu, who was saying goodnight to Bankotsu, the cross-dresser said, “Sleep well, Mu.”
“I intend to,” the diminutive poisoner said. “I’ve decided to go sleep in the women’s quarters. You never know, I might have missed one.” He smirked.
Bankotsu laughed.
Jakotsu rolled his eyes. “I doubt it… but you’re welcome to go look for one.” He waved his hand dismissively. “Just don’t soil the kimono! Ban promised me my pick of them!!”
Mukotsu chuckled as he scurried away for the night, leaving Jakotsu and Bankotsu alone. Jakotsu sighed. “He’s going-”
Bankotsu clamped his hand over his paramour’s mouth. “Sssh… I don’t want to talk about Mu or what’s he’s going to do tonight.” He slowly removed his hand. “I just want tonight to be about us.” Cupping Jakotsu’s cheek, he said, “I nearly lost you today and it scared me.”
“Awe…” Jakotsu could not help smiling. “And I could have lost you too, but we didn’t lose each other, so everything’s good.” He leaned in and kissed him.
“No, it’s not! Well, it is, but need to be more careful, Sweetness! Seriously! While you were busy cutting up that guy, someone else was aiming to get revenge for the death of his friend. If Sui hadn’t come up behind you and taken care of him…” Bankotsu shuddered at the thought.
“Sssh… It’s okay, my little Dumpling, I’m fine. I don’t even have a scratch on me!” Jakotsu eyed his lover seductively. He kissed him again and Bankotsu deepened the kiss. He wrapped his arms around Jakotsu, pulling him close. Their kisses were hungry and heated, the fear of losing the other driving their desire.
Jakotsu closed his eyes as he leaned his head back. His breathing was quick and shallow, and the occasional soft moan escaped his lips, whenever Bankotsu would kiss a particularly sensitive spot on his neck. He was hard with desire, his swollen cock straining the soft cotton of his diaper-like fundoshi. He wished his beloved would touch him there, but Bankotsu seemed more interested in getting Jakotsu out of his kimono than satisfying the cross-dresser’s lust. Moving to straddle his beloved’s hips, Jakotsu rolled his own hips forward, hoping to get a bit of friction going to no avail. He did, however, feel Bankotsu’s hardness and he moaned at the thought of riding him to completion.
Bankotsu let out a moan of his own when his paramour rocked against him. “You wanna? Here?” he murmured against Jakotsu’s lips.
“Okay!” Jakotsu got up off his beloved’s lap. He tugged on his obi, untying the knot, and pulling the long silken length free. Bankotsu watched as his beloved little butterfly shrugged out of his kimono where it puddled behind him in a soft rustle of silk. He stood, moments later, tugging on the ties that held the cross-dresser’s armor together and it was not long, before it was dropped on the low veranda along with Jakotsu’s fundoshi. The cross-dresser stepped closer and set to work, removing his beloved little dumpling’s armor, and tossing it aside to land next to his own. Bankotsu’s armguards were next, Jakotsu having been a bathhouse whore, before meeting up with his best friend and lover, had dressed as well as undressed more samurai than he could count.
Jakotsu tugged the folds of his beloved’s kimono free of the waistband of his bakama. Dropping to his knees, he made short work of the ties wrapping the lower half and his feet. With a bit of help from Bankotsu, they soon had him just as naked as the cross-dresser. They lay back on the floor, kissing, their hands exploring the other’s body. Bankotsu trailed a line of butterfly soft kisses down his paramour’s body, working his way down to Jakotsu’s cock. The cross-dresser moaned softly, his stomach tensing as his beloved’s lips ghosted over his torso. When Bankotsu’s engulf his cock with his mouth, Jakotsu closed his eyes and let out a loud moan. This was the release he was looking for, the men he toyed with on the battlefield nothing more than a prelude to this.
Bankotsu licked and sucked; his mouth and tongue working their magic on his beloved’s cock. While his tastes ran more to girls, there was something about the fey cross-dresser that has his pulse racing whenever he gave Bankotsu that look. It was one that promised so much, from a quick romp in the futon to a night full of pleasure, but it was also a look of love, and he treasured Jakotsu like nothing else. Having almost lost him today on the battlefield, Bankotsu wanted to give him his all and he did. Head bobbing up and down, he could tell by the taste it would not be long before his little butterfly came.
Jakotsu panted, his body tensing as the little waves of pleasure pooled in his cock. Lifting his hips off the floor, he started to cum. Bankotsu sucked harder, as he cupped his beloved’s heavy sac and it was too much for Jakotsu. He came hard, calling Bankotsu’s name, while spewing his hot bitter essence in the warm confines of Bankotsu’s mouth. He shivered as he basked in his sexual high and when he came back to himself enough to hike himself up onto his elbows; Jakotsu chuckled at the smirk Bankotsu gave him.
“My turn,” Bankotsu said.
His beloved little butterfly giggled. “So it is…” he purred. Do you want me lay here or get on my hands and knees?”
Bankotsu moved to sit back on his heels. “Lie there. I want to see you, Sweetness.”
“Then come’re…” Jakotsu held out his arms. Bankotsu did not need to be told twice. He blanketed his paramour, chuckling softly when the cross-dresser wrapped his arms and legs around him.
“Sweetness…”
“Hmm?”
“What’re you doing?”
“Nothing…” Jakotsu ran his heel down the cleft in his beloved’s butt.
“Sweetness.”
Jakotsu sighed as he let go. He lay back, watching as Bankotsu sat up just long enough to cover the head of his cock with a makeshift lube of spit and spent fluids. He winced when his beloved entered him, but it was a good pain as he always said. Bankotsu slowly built his rhythm, not that the cross-dresser minded. He ran his hands over the hard musculature of his beloved’s back and arms as they kissed. In and out and in and out, Bankotsu inched closer to his release.
Unknown to them, they had an audience. An old tom cat, the beloved pet of the late daimyo’s wife, padded softly in the moonlight attracted by the noise they were making. Grey with yellow eyes, he was like a puff of smoke and just as silent. The cat sat there, his tail twitching as he watched the lovers. He had often watched his mistress and her husband in the throes of passion and he longed to rub up against them. Contenting himself with watching, the old tom made himself comfortable on the pile of discarded clothing. A moth, drawn to the lantern that was still burning, briefly paused in its flight to circle the lovers, before continuing on its way.
A pair of tanuki climbed on top of Kyokotsu’s slumbering form to get a better view as crickets chirped in the darkness. The old tom spotting movement in the grass, left to go investigate, leaving the pair of lovers to themselves. Even the tanuki grew bored with them, scavenging crumbs from Kyokotsu’s armor before disappearing into the shadows. It was just as well that their audience had dispersed, Bankotsu finally was reaching his peak, cumming with a deep shuddering moan.
“That was…” Bankotsu said as he rolled over to lie next to his beloved.
“Yeah…” Jakotsu giggled. Growing more serious, he turned his head to look at Bankotsu. “And just what I needed too,” he said.
“Me too… But please, Sweetness, please pay attention to what you’re doing on the battlefield, okay?”
“Okay…” Jakotsu kissed him.
“Come, let’s go find the bathhouse and wash up.”
“Sounds like a plan, my lil Dumpling.”
“It is, now let’s go!”
Jakotsu laughed and gathering their clothes, they made their way, naked, in the moonlight heedless of who was watching them…
Author: kira
Rating: M
Characters/Pairings: Bankotsu/Jakotsu, Renkotsu, Suikotsu, Mukotsu, Kyokotsu, & Ginkotsu
Genre: romance
Warnings: yaoi
Word Count: 2316
Summary: Jakotsu always loved an audience…
Author’s note: Special thanks to my beta, Jen, for looking this over for me.
Author’s note 2: Bakama are a type of hakama where the top balloons out over a tightly fitted calf. These are the type of hakama worn by samurai.
Jakotsu always loved an audience and Renkotsu was his favorite to play to. A flirtatious glance, a hidden smile behind a sleeve, a careless touch, an odd turn of phrase, all of designed to elicit a response from the fire-breather as a prelude to his main performance. What made it even more fun was that he had a willing partner in all of this. His beloved Bankotsu would happily go along with him as he loved showing off his prowess in the futon, and the field, and the river bank, and their campsite under the stars. What made Bankotsu the perfect co-star was that he had knew exactly how far his beloved could push Renkotsu, before a fight of epic proportions broke out. When Bankotsu was not around, Suikotsu easily stepped into the role of director, tempering the cross-dresser’s actions with subtle shake of his head, or quiet admonishment, which had Jakotsu acquiescing to his silent plea for peace amongst the ranks.
Tonight was no different. They had spent the day, battling long and hard to take some nameless daimyo’s castle, winning in the end, even though they were vastly outnumbered. As the Shichinintai, such odds were part of the fun and when it was all said and done, and the castle was theirs, they settled back to enjoy the spoils of war. A large cask of sake was opened, and everyone was sitting back, cup in hand, reliving the glories of the day. Jakotsu leaned against Bankotsu, daintily sipping his sake, and occasionally stealing a kiss or two while he waited for the little drama to begin. He knew Renkotsu watching him from the shadows, and he was willing to bet that if he listened hard enough, he could hear the fire-breather muttering something about getting a room. The cross-dresser sipped his sake and smiled. He had a room alright, the one next to Renkotsu’s, but as Jakotsu looked over in the fire-breather’s direction, he changed his mind. Tonight’s performance, he decided, warranted a bigger audience.
Tittering in his sleeve at something Bankotsu had said, Jakotsu gazed coquettishly at him. “My little dumpling,” he cooed, “you were terrific out there on the battlefield! I swear you must have taken out five hundred men with in a single blow! When I saw that, I completely forgot about the cute guy I was cutting up, until he tried to get away.” Jakotsu’s expression darkened. “I made that bastard pay for interrupting me.”
“I’m sure you did,” Renkotsu said as he held out his cup for more sake. And you nearly lost your life because of it… If Sui hadn’t killed that guy, Ban would be crying his eyes out like a baby over you… What the hell he sees in you in anyone’s guess…
Suikotsu picked up the bottle and poured for him. “Please, Ren, don’t start with him,” the claw-bearer said softly. “Hasn’t there been enough fighting for one day?”
Renkotsu let out a long suffering sigh. “Yeah…” He grinned ruefully. “You’re right, Sui,” he said softly in reply.
“You’re damned right I did!” Jakotsu, missing their exchange, replied sulkily. His pout was short-lived, however, as Bankotsu leaned in and kissed him.
“Leave him be, Sweetness, and I’ll make it worth your while,” Bankotsu said softly as he nuzzled his beloved little butterfly’s cheek.
“Yeah?” the cross-dresser purred.
“Yeah… I don’t feel like having an audience tonight, Sweetness. I want you all to myself.”
Jakotsu giggled. Throwing his arms around Bankotsu, he said, “Then let’s go!”
“Now?” Bankotsu frowned.
“Yeah… Why not?” Jakotsu pulled back from him.
“Because I just want to sit here for just a little longer and wait until everyone settles down for the night.” At the look on his paramour’s face, Bankotsu added, “Sweetness, like I just said, it’s not like I mind an audience, but I just want you all to myself tonight. You know, like the old days, when it was just us two.” He cupped Jakotsu face.
Jakotsu turned his face and kissed his beloved’s palm. Smiling impishly at him, he said, “Then you’ll take me under the stars?”
“Yup! And you look so pretty that the moon’ll be so jealous, it’ll hide behind the clouds.”
Jakotsu squealed in delight. Throwing his arms around Bankotsu, he covered his beloved’s face in little kisses.
“Get a room, you two!” Mukotsu groused. He was annoyed the fey cross-dresser had killed the girl he wanted. She had taken her time stripping out of the many layers of kimono she wore and she was young and terrified, just the way Mukotsu liked them. Before he had had a chance to see if she was tearfully telling the truth about being untouched, Jakotsu had lopped off her head with a flick of his wrist, neatly severing it with his Jakotsuto.
Jakotsu giggled. “Are you still mad I got rid of that piece of filth for you?”
Mukotsu downed his sake. “What do you think?”
“Hmmm…” Jakotsu said airily. “I think you’re grateful I did!” He smiled; giggling at the death glare his fellow comrade-in-arms shot his way.
“Sweetness, please?”
“Fine,” Jakotsu huffed. His annoyance was quickly replaced by laughter when Kyokotsu belched loudly and fell over backwards in a drunken stupor. He may have been the largest member of the Shichinintai, but poor Kyokotsu was a relative light-weight when it came to sake. His loud snoring soon had his fellow comrades-in-arms dispersing for the night. Jakotsu watched as Renkotsu and Suikotsu headed towards the east wing of the late daimyo’s castle, Ginkotsu waddling along beside them. His strange metallic laugh could be heard as he laughed at some witticism of Renkotsu’s. Turning his attention to Mukotsu, who was saying goodnight to Bankotsu, the cross-dresser said, “Sleep well, Mu.”
“I intend to,” the diminutive poisoner said. “I’ve decided to go sleep in the women’s quarters. You never know, I might have missed one.” He smirked.
Bankotsu laughed.
Jakotsu rolled his eyes. “I doubt it… but you’re welcome to go look for one.” He waved his hand dismissively. “Just don’t soil the kimono! Ban promised me my pick of them!!”
Mukotsu chuckled as he scurried away for the night, leaving Jakotsu and Bankotsu alone. Jakotsu sighed. “He’s going-”
Bankotsu clamped his hand over his paramour’s mouth. “Sssh… I don’t want to talk about Mu or what’s he’s going to do tonight.” He slowly removed his hand. “I just want tonight to be about us.” Cupping Jakotsu’s cheek, he said, “I nearly lost you today and it scared me.”
“Awe…” Jakotsu could not help smiling. “And I could have lost you too, but we didn’t lose each other, so everything’s good.” He leaned in and kissed him.
“No, it’s not! Well, it is, but need to be more careful, Sweetness! Seriously! While you were busy cutting up that guy, someone else was aiming to get revenge for the death of his friend. If Sui hadn’t come up behind you and taken care of him…” Bankotsu shuddered at the thought.
“Sssh… It’s okay, my little Dumpling, I’m fine. I don’t even have a scratch on me!” Jakotsu eyed his lover seductively. He kissed him again and Bankotsu deepened the kiss. He wrapped his arms around Jakotsu, pulling him close. Their kisses were hungry and heated, the fear of losing the other driving their desire.
Jakotsu closed his eyes as he leaned his head back. His breathing was quick and shallow, and the occasional soft moan escaped his lips, whenever Bankotsu would kiss a particularly sensitive spot on his neck. He was hard with desire, his swollen cock straining the soft cotton of his diaper-like fundoshi. He wished his beloved would touch him there, but Bankotsu seemed more interested in getting Jakotsu out of his kimono than satisfying the cross-dresser’s lust. Moving to straddle his beloved’s hips, Jakotsu rolled his own hips forward, hoping to get a bit of friction going to no avail. He did, however, feel Bankotsu’s hardness and he moaned at the thought of riding him to completion.
Bankotsu let out a moan of his own when his paramour rocked against him. “You wanna? Here?” he murmured against Jakotsu’s lips.
“Okay!” Jakotsu got up off his beloved’s lap. He tugged on his obi, untying the knot, and pulling the long silken length free. Bankotsu watched as his beloved little butterfly shrugged out of his kimono where it puddled behind him in a soft rustle of silk. He stood, moments later, tugging on the ties that held the cross-dresser’s armor together and it was not long, before it was dropped on the low veranda along with Jakotsu’s fundoshi. The cross-dresser stepped closer and set to work, removing his beloved little dumpling’s armor, and tossing it aside to land next to his own. Bankotsu’s armguards were next, Jakotsu having been a bathhouse whore, before meeting up with his best friend and lover, had dressed as well as undressed more samurai than he could count.
Jakotsu tugged the folds of his beloved’s kimono free of the waistband of his bakama. Dropping to his knees, he made short work of the ties wrapping the lower half and his feet. With a bit of help from Bankotsu, they soon had him just as naked as the cross-dresser. They lay back on the floor, kissing, their hands exploring the other’s body. Bankotsu trailed a line of butterfly soft kisses down his paramour’s body, working his way down to Jakotsu’s cock. The cross-dresser moaned softly, his stomach tensing as his beloved’s lips ghosted over his torso. When Bankotsu’s engulf his cock with his mouth, Jakotsu closed his eyes and let out a loud moan. This was the release he was looking for, the men he toyed with on the battlefield nothing more than a prelude to this.
Bankotsu licked and sucked; his mouth and tongue working their magic on his beloved’s cock. While his tastes ran more to girls, there was something about the fey cross-dresser that has his pulse racing whenever he gave Bankotsu that look. It was one that promised so much, from a quick romp in the futon to a night full of pleasure, but it was also a look of love, and he treasured Jakotsu like nothing else. Having almost lost him today on the battlefield, Bankotsu wanted to give him his all and he did. Head bobbing up and down, he could tell by the taste it would not be long before his little butterfly came.
Jakotsu panted, his body tensing as the little waves of pleasure pooled in his cock. Lifting his hips off the floor, he started to cum. Bankotsu sucked harder, as he cupped his beloved’s heavy sac and it was too much for Jakotsu. He came hard, calling Bankotsu’s name, while spewing his hot bitter essence in the warm confines of Bankotsu’s mouth. He shivered as he basked in his sexual high and when he came back to himself enough to hike himself up onto his elbows; Jakotsu chuckled at the smirk Bankotsu gave him.
“My turn,” Bankotsu said.
His beloved little butterfly giggled. “So it is…” he purred. Do you want me lay here or get on my hands and knees?”
Bankotsu moved to sit back on his heels. “Lie there. I want to see you, Sweetness.”
“Then come’re…” Jakotsu held out his arms. Bankotsu did not need to be told twice. He blanketed his paramour, chuckling softly when the cross-dresser wrapped his arms and legs around him.
“Sweetness…”
“Hmm?”
“What’re you doing?”
“Nothing…” Jakotsu ran his heel down the cleft in his beloved’s butt.
“Sweetness.”
Jakotsu sighed as he let go. He lay back, watching as Bankotsu sat up just long enough to cover the head of his cock with a makeshift lube of spit and spent fluids. He winced when his beloved entered him, but it was a good pain as he always said. Bankotsu slowly built his rhythm, not that the cross-dresser minded. He ran his hands over the hard musculature of his beloved’s back and arms as they kissed. In and out and in and out, Bankotsu inched closer to his release.
Unknown to them, they had an audience. An old tom cat, the beloved pet of the late daimyo’s wife, padded softly in the moonlight attracted by the noise they were making. Grey with yellow eyes, he was like a puff of smoke and just as silent. The cat sat there, his tail twitching as he watched the lovers. He had often watched his mistress and her husband in the throes of passion and he longed to rub up against them. Contenting himself with watching, the old tom made himself comfortable on the pile of discarded clothing. A moth, drawn to the lantern that was still burning, briefly paused in its flight to circle the lovers, before continuing on its way.
A pair of tanuki climbed on top of Kyokotsu’s slumbering form to get a better view as crickets chirped in the darkness. The old tom spotting movement in the grass, left to go investigate, leaving the pair of lovers to themselves. Even the tanuki grew bored with them, scavenging crumbs from Kyokotsu’s armor before disappearing into the shadows. It was just as well that their audience had dispersed, Bankotsu finally was reaching his peak, cumming with a deep shuddering moan.
“That was…” Bankotsu said as he rolled over to lie next to his beloved.
“Yeah…” Jakotsu giggled. Growing more serious, he turned his head to look at Bankotsu. “And just what I needed too,” he said.
“Me too… But please, Sweetness, please pay attention to what you’re doing on the battlefield, okay?”
“Okay…” Jakotsu kissed him.
“Come, let’s go find the bathhouse and wash up.”
“Sounds like a plan, my lil Dumpling.”
“It is, now let’s go!”
Jakotsu laughed and gathering their clothes, they made their way, naked, in the moonlight heedless of who was watching them…
