|Forever Trusting Who We Are
Author: Salome Sensei PM
A collection of BanJak oneshots, all assuming an intimate relationship amidst the bloodlust. Adults only.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Adventure - Bankotsu & Jakotsu - Chapters: 4 - Words: 2,998 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 08-19-10 - Published: 07-29-09 - id: 5258542
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
Warnings: Yaoiliciousness. Adults only.
Author's Note: A little backstory morning fic for Kira, who loves BanJak so good.
Jakotsu awoke and stretched his long limbs. He'd been fucked so good and so hard by his young warrior lover--just the way he loved it, even when it left him a bit achy in the morning. Well, perhaps because it left him achy, in just the right places.
Bankotsu groaned and turned onto his other side as Jakotsu sat up, yawning. The sun was just rising and it was far too early for him to consider wakefulness. The battle had been long and strenuous; the fucking had been the perfect ending to a triumphant day. And now it was time to sleep, for much longer than Jakotsu apparently desired. The crossdresser pressed a kiss to his ear and Bankotsu swatted him away.
Jakotsu giggled. "Grumpy thing," he trilled. Everything about the fierce young leader pleased Jakotsu. There was trust and understanding between them as mercenaries. There was camaraderie as brothers in bloodlust. And there was unparalleled heat between them as lovers. No other had won the young heart as had his beautiful companion. Jakotsu adored his "barbarian" as Bankotsu treasured his "little snake."
Rising and slipping on his favorite pink kimono, Jakotsu giggled again thinking of that term of endearment. Neither of their "snakes" was little, and Jakotsu liked nothing more than to have his lover's fist wrapped tight around his ample girth while he was filled with Bankotsu's length. "The snake that devours my snake," Bankotsu had whispered in his ear only hours ago as he fucked him until he cried out in pleasure and pain. And Jakotsu knew the truth of it. He took his leader's shaft as he took his commands and his companionship: always obediently, always wanting more.
Tying his obi loosely, piling his hair up with a comb, and slinging his sword over his shoulder, Jakotsu padded off to the nearby stream to wash. It was good to spend the night wrapped in Bankotsu's musk, to sleep sticky with his come between his legs and his own ejaculate splashed on his belly. But when morning came, he preferred to feel clean again. It was the same with combat: he adored being bathed in the blood of his vanquished opponents, but once the thrill of battle wore off, he wanted to be clean. Bankotsu laughed at what he felt was excessive concern for hygiene, but when Jakotsu pouted and asked him with a finger stroked down his chest whether he didn't prefer him all soft and shiny, the warrior's pink cheeks and fast-growing erection answered in the affirmative for him.
After a few steps, Jakotsu turned back with a sigh. His lover needed to bathe too. If Jakotsu was a mite too fastidious, Bankotsu was a mite too given to clean garments over unwashed flesh. His strong body odor suited him as a mercenary, he said. And while Jakotsu could not but admit that no one smelled quite as beautifully manly as his lover, he felt as if he truly could smell his "manliness" from five strides away. Time to act.
A sparkle in his eye, the pink-clad teen cleared his throat and spoke. "Oh my, look at those handsome young men bathing in the stream," he said, overly loudly and more forced than he intended. No actor was Jakotsu, even if he did have a pretty and strategically useful giggle. "Perhaps I should join them!" he added with a flourish.
Bankotsu eyes snapped open and he was up and yanking on his blood-stained hakama with a growl. "The hell you will, you snake!" he snapped, eyes blazing.
Jakotsu smiled from ear to ear and held out a hand to his very much awake lover. They would bathe together now and enjoy the day with the gold they had taken from the soldiers they had ambushed the night before. And his little stratagem had brought the delicious bonus of seeing his Bankotsu sprout jealousy like a beautiful new branch on a rare and exotic tree. What could be nicer? Sunshine, ample coin, and the handsomest warrior beside him that anyone could desire. Love was most certainly in the air.