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kiramaru7Title: Two of Us
Fandom: Inuyasha
Author: kira
Chars/Pairs: Bankotsu/Jakotsu
Genres: dark
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1413
Summary: Before the Shichinintai, there was just Bankotsu and Jakotsu…
Author’s note: The amount of rice a samurai would eat in a day; used as payment.
For Blown wish…
Bankotsu searched the battlefield for his friend and lover, Jakotsu, fear griping his heart that he would find him amongst the dead and dying. They had become separated during the battle and now that it was over, he separately needed to find him. “Jakotsu!!” he shouted until his throat was raw, his only answer the cries and moans of the wounded and the dying. The grey, overcast sky soon gave way to a gentle autumn rain, which began to fall, its chilling dampness washing away the stench along with the blood and gore. He had no idea how long or how far he had wandered until he found him. “Jakotsu!!”
The fey cross-dressing mercenary paused and looked up, thinking he had heard someone call his name. He waited several heartbeats, increasing the terror of the young samurai he was busy sodomizing as the rain turned the ground around them to mud. Jakotsu blinked and shook his head, scattering raindrops, as he ran the back of hand across his eyes to clear them. He purred, “I’m going to have my way with you and then I’m going to cut you up and watch you bleed.” He chuckled softly to himself. “What was that, my pet?” the fey mercenary said when the terrified man murmured incoherently beneath him. The poor thing was little older than his friend Bankotsu, and almost as pretty in Jakotsu’s humble opinion.
“Bakemono…”
Jakotsu’s lips curled in a nasty smile while he paused, angry at being called a monster. “Bakemono, hunh?!” Reaching for the young samurai’s short sword, he unsheathed it, carving a thin line on the man’s back. “Oooh… how prettily you bleed,” he panted. Sticking the sword in the ground, he grabbed the samurai’s hips and began pounding away at him again. He moaned as he rushed headlong towards his release, visions of the battered and bloody samurai, he had carved up, dancing in his head. He thrust hard a few times, before he could not hold back any longer and he came hard. Grabbing the sword, he plunged it in the man’s back as he basked in his sexual high, the young samurai’s screams of pain adding to his pleasure.
“Jakotsu!!”
“Aniki-chan?” Jakotsu looked up, a delighted smile, at seeing his best friend and lover, curving his lips upwards.
Bankotsu did his best to keep the fear and loathing he felt at his friend’s darker side off his face, preferring the sweet and lovable side he saw whenever they had fun in the futon. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he rubbed tiredly between his eyes. “Let’s go, Sweetness.” Bankotsu felt far older than his sixteen years and all he wanted to do was to collect his payment and leave.
Jakotsu nodded. He pulled out of the young samurai and leaning forward, he whispered in the dying man’s ear, “That was fun.” Grabbing his topknot, Jakotsu pulled the samurai’s head back, slitting his throat. Tucking himself back in, he got up. “We get paid yet?”
“No. Let’s go see about that and then we can leave.”
“Oh… can we get some sake before we go?” Jakotsu smiled. “I’m thirsty.”
Bankotsu found himself laughing. “If you must.”
They trekked across the battlefield, looking for the daimyo in charge. Bankotsu tried to speak with him, but wound up talking to some adjunct instead. At least they got paid, which made him happy. So armed with a jug of sake and a masu of rice for each of them, they set off down the road in search of the next village. They had hoped to find more work there or at the very least, a warm place to stay as sleeping out under the stars was getting tiresome.
It took the two of them three days of walking through forested terrain, before they stumbled upon a little hut that was normally used by traveling monks as they wandered from village to village. Bankotsu climbed the two steps and looked inside. He was pleased to find it not only empty, but that it contained a futon as well what looked like some small stores of food, no doubt gleaned from the small shrine that stood off to one side.
Jakotsu came up behind him. “What’s the matter? Someone there?” He peered over his best friend’s shoulder. “It looks empty.”
“I think it is.”
They walked inside and made themselves at home. Even though the hut was not that big, it was shelter from the unpredictable autumn weather, which ran the gamut from hot and dry to cold and wet. It didn’t take Bankotsu long to get a fire going in the fire pit.
Meanwhile, Jakotsu was outside, enjoying the rain, even if did leave him feeling chilled to the bone. He shivered as he walked over to the small spring that bubbled up out of the ground, and dipping the bucket in the water that they found in the hut, he got water to cook some rice in. It would be a meager dinner, but it was better than nothing. Bringing it inside, they poured some in a pot Bankotsu had found and set it to boil. While the water was heating up, Jakotsu huddled near the fire pit, trying to warm up.
Bankotsu came over and sat next to him. Jakotsu leaned on his friend and when he turned his head to smile at him, Bankotsu stole a kiss. The fey cross-dresser giggled, resting his forehead against his best friend’s. Bankotsu smiled, and tilting his head to side, he stole another kiss.
“I’m still cold, Aniki-chan.”
“I can warm you up, Sweetness.”
“I bet you can,” Jakotsu purred. He watched as Bankotsu got up and went to unroll the futon. He reached for the pot hook and moved the pot away. He had a feeling he knew what his friend had in mind and there was no way either of them wanted to worry about the water in the pot. Satisfied that it was out of the way, he got up and moved closer to him, shedding his kimono on the way. Needing help removing his armor, Jakotsu waited until Bankotsu could help him. His friend made short work of it and when he was finished, Jakotsu returned the favor and it was not long before the two of them were both naked.
Leaving their clothes in a tangled heap with their armor, they crawled onto the futon. Jakotsu reached down and stroked himself. Bankotsu settled between his legs and watched. Growing impatient, he teased Jakotsu’s hole with his finger.
Jakotsu moaned softly. He loved the feeling of having Bankotsu inside him, and just imaging that, spurred him closer to his release. “Aniki…” he moaned softly.
Bankotsu licked his finger, pushing it past the tight ring of muscle as he moved to engulf Jakotsu’s cock with his mouth. He sucked and licked his friend’s shaft as he moved his finger in and out, stretching him. Pleasuring Jakotsu orally, Bankotsu added another finger and then another. Jakotsu fisted the futon as he came, spewing his hot bitter essence into the warm confines of his best friend’s mouth. Bankotsu pulled back with a loud slurp, swallowing. He moved up Jakotsu’s body until he was in position, and spitting a mixture of saliva and spent fluids on his hand, he coated the head of his cock with it, before pushing inside. Jakotsu moaned as his friend developed his rhythm. It was quick and rough the way it had been the night before the battle.
In and out, and in and out, Bankotsu closed his eyes and hurried towards his release. He grunted in time with his rhythm, pounding hard whenever Jakotsu let out a little cry of pleasure. A former bathhouse whore, the fey cross-dresser was used to things getting rough and he found it rather endearing when his friend tried exerting his dominance. A few more thrusts and Bankotsu climaxed hard. He panted as he came back to himself and when he opened his eyes, Jakotsu was smiling at him. Rolling his eyes, Bankotsu pulled out. Instead of lying next to his friend, he hunted around for something to clean himself off with. Once he was clean, he got back in bed with Jakotsu. The fey cross-dresser held him close as they were all they had in this world. Bankotsu had promised one day they would have more, but for now, they were content to have each other.
Fandom: Inuyasha
Author: kira
Chars/Pairs: Bankotsu/Jakotsu
Genres: dark
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1413
Summary: Before the Shichinintai, there was just Bankotsu and Jakotsu…
Author’s note: The amount of rice a samurai would eat in a day; used as payment.
For Blown wish…
Bankotsu searched the battlefield for his friend and lover, Jakotsu, fear griping his heart that he would find him amongst the dead and dying. They had become separated during the battle and now that it was over, he separately needed to find him. “Jakotsu!!” he shouted until his throat was raw, his only answer the cries and moans of the wounded and the dying. The grey, overcast sky soon gave way to a gentle autumn rain, which began to fall, its chilling dampness washing away the stench along with the blood and gore. He had no idea how long or how far he had wandered until he found him. “Jakotsu!!”
The fey cross-dressing mercenary paused and looked up, thinking he had heard someone call his name. He waited several heartbeats, increasing the terror of the young samurai he was busy sodomizing as the rain turned the ground around them to mud. Jakotsu blinked and shook his head, scattering raindrops, as he ran the back of hand across his eyes to clear them. He purred, “I’m going to have my way with you and then I’m going to cut you up and watch you bleed.” He chuckled softly to himself. “What was that, my pet?” the fey mercenary said when the terrified man murmured incoherently beneath him. The poor thing was little older than his friend Bankotsu, and almost as pretty in Jakotsu’s humble opinion.
“Bakemono…”
Jakotsu’s lips curled in a nasty smile while he paused, angry at being called a monster. “Bakemono, hunh?!” Reaching for the young samurai’s short sword, he unsheathed it, carving a thin line on the man’s back. “Oooh… how prettily you bleed,” he panted. Sticking the sword in the ground, he grabbed the samurai’s hips and began pounding away at him again. He moaned as he rushed headlong towards his release, visions of the battered and bloody samurai, he had carved up, dancing in his head. He thrust hard a few times, before he could not hold back any longer and he came hard. Grabbing the sword, he plunged it in the man’s back as he basked in his sexual high, the young samurai’s screams of pain adding to his pleasure.
“Jakotsu!!”
“Aniki-chan?” Jakotsu looked up, a delighted smile, at seeing his best friend and lover, curving his lips upwards.
Bankotsu did his best to keep the fear and loathing he felt at his friend’s darker side off his face, preferring the sweet and lovable side he saw whenever they had fun in the futon. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he rubbed tiredly between his eyes. “Let’s go, Sweetness.” Bankotsu felt far older than his sixteen years and all he wanted to do was to collect his payment and leave.
Jakotsu nodded. He pulled out of the young samurai and leaning forward, he whispered in the dying man’s ear, “That was fun.” Grabbing his topknot, Jakotsu pulled the samurai’s head back, slitting his throat. Tucking himself back in, he got up. “We get paid yet?”
“No. Let’s go see about that and then we can leave.”
“Oh… can we get some sake before we go?” Jakotsu smiled. “I’m thirsty.”
Bankotsu found himself laughing. “If you must.”
They trekked across the battlefield, looking for the daimyo in charge. Bankotsu tried to speak with him, but wound up talking to some adjunct instead. At least they got paid, which made him happy. So armed with a jug of sake and a masu of rice for each of them, they set off down the road in search of the next village. They had hoped to find more work there or at the very least, a warm place to stay as sleeping out under the stars was getting tiresome.
It took the two of them three days of walking through forested terrain, before they stumbled upon a little hut that was normally used by traveling monks as they wandered from village to village. Bankotsu climbed the two steps and looked inside. He was pleased to find it not only empty, but that it contained a futon as well what looked like some small stores of food, no doubt gleaned from the small shrine that stood off to one side.
Jakotsu came up behind him. “What’s the matter? Someone there?” He peered over his best friend’s shoulder. “It looks empty.”
“I think it is.”
They walked inside and made themselves at home. Even though the hut was not that big, it was shelter from the unpredictable autumn weather, which ran the gamut from hot and dry to cold and wet. It didn’t take Bankotsu long to get a fire going in the fire pit.
Meanwhile, Jakotsu was outside, enjoying the rain, even if did leave him feeling chilled to the bone. He shivered as he walked over to the small spring that bubbled up out of the ground, and dipping the bucket in the water that they found in the hut, he got water to cook some rice in. It would be a meager dinner, but it was better than nothing. Bringing it inside, they poured some in a pot Bankotsu had found and set it to boil. While the water was heating up, Jakotsu huddled near the fire pit, trying to warm up.
Bankotsu came over and sat next to him. Jakotsu leaned on his friend and when he turned his head to smile at him, Bankotsu stole a kiss. The fey cross-dresser giggled, resting his forehead against his best friend’s. Bankotsu smiled, and tilting his head to side, he stole another kiss.
“I’m still cold, Aniki-chan.”
“I can warm you up, Sweetness.”
“I bet you can,” Jakotsu purred. He watched as Bankotsu got up and went to unroll the futon. He reached for the pot hook and moved the pot away. He had a feeling he knew what his friend had in mind and there was no way either of them wanted to worry about the water in the pot. Satisfied that it was out of the way, he got up and moved closer to him, shedding his kimono on the way. Needing help removing his armor, Jakotsu waited until Bankotsu could help him. His friend made short work of it and when he was finished, Jakotsu returned the favor and it was not long before the two of them were both naked.
Leaving their clothes in a tangled heap with their armor, they crawled onto the futon. Jakotsu reached down and stroked himself. Bankotsu settled between his legs and watched. Growing impatient, he teased Jakotsu’s hole with his finger.
Jakotsu moaned softly. He loved the feeling of having Bankotsu inside him, and just imaging that, spurred him closer to his release. “Aniki…” he moaned softly.
Bankotsu licked his finger, pushing it past the tight ring of muscle as he moved to engulf Jakotsu’s cock with his mouth. He sucked and licked his friend’s shaft as he moved his finger in and out, stretching him. Pleasuring Jakotsu orally, Bankotsu added another finger and then another. Jakotsu fisted the futon as he came, spewing his hot bitter essence into the warm confines of his best friend’s mouth. Bankotsu pulled back with a loud slurp, swallowing. He moved up Jakotsu’s body until he was in position, and spitting a mixture of saliva and spent fluids on his hand, he coated the head of his cock with it, before pushing inside. Jakotsu moaned as his friend developed his rhythm. It was quick and rough the way it had been the night before the battle.
In and out, and in and out, Bankotsu closed his eyes and hurried towards his release. He grunted in time with his rhythm, pounding hard whenever Jakotsu let out a little cry of pleasure. A former bathhouse whore, the fey cross-dresser was used to things getting rough and he found it rather endearing when his friend tried exerting his dominance. A few more thrusts and Bankotsu climaxed hard. He panted as he came back to himself and when he opened his eyes, Jakotsu was smiling at him. Rolling his eyes, Bankotsu pulled out. Instead of lying next to his friend, he hunted around for something to clean himself off with. Once he was clean, he got back in bed with Jakotsu. The fey cross-dresser held him close as they were all they had in this world. Bankotsu had promised one day they would have more, but for now, they were content to have each other.
