Bankotsu x Jakotsu Regrets
The tombstones were waiting, they were half-engraved; they knew it was over, just didn't know the date
And I cast a spell over the west to make you think of me the same way I think of you
This is a love song in my own way: happily ever after below the waist
Best friends, ex-friends till the end- better off as lovers and not the other way around
- Fall Out Boy
Perhaps it was a premonition, but Jakotsu had always known that they weren't going to die old and accomplished. He was happy it was going to go that way, though, because he always knew he'd prefer to die young and beautiful. To go out in a blaze of glory and blood and the flash of swords, that was the right death for him. He knew that it would only be fantastic if it involved all the fire and brilliance of a perfect fight. If he could swing his sword and get it wet, then he would be fine.
As long as the person who took him out was worth it, was a strong fighter, then he would be proud to die.
But he knew that if he died without doing one thing, he would always regret it.
This became the most evident thing the first time he died.
The only thought that had ran through his mind as he'd fallen was the fact that he'd never told his leader how he felt about him.
He'd always meant to, but figured that it had never been the right time. He'd waited and rehearsed, but in the end had just… run out of time. Death had taken his chance away from him. Death had a habit of taking people by surprise. It was a bitch like that.
So, when he was given a second chance at life, he decided that he was not going to die again with the same regret. And he knew he was going to die again, because even though he was resurrected, he knew instinctively that he wouldn't last even as long as he did the last time.
So, after the initial bout of bloodshed and oh so delicious violence, he made Bankotsu sit down with him. They spoke and Jakotsu tried to imply all his feelings, but he knew it wasn't getting through. He pushed the notion, but Bankotsu didn't start to think of Jakotsu the same way as Jakotsu thought of him. In the end, he knew what he had to do.
Next time Bankotsu and he were together, alone, he sat very close to him, and watched with delight the results that followed: his friend swallowed nervously, his eyes fluttering to the left and right, but he didn't move any further apart. Jakotsu ghosted his fingers across the top of Bankotsu hand, and the other swallowed again, and his breathing increased and became a little more heavy.
"Jakotsu? What are you doing?"
Jakotsu smiled flirtatiously at him, and edged a little closer.
"Nothing at all. What do you think I am doing?"
"Ah, errm… never mind."
Jakotsu leant against the other, putting a hand on Bankotsu leg.
"Remember our old life? Remember the fun we used to have?"
"Yeah, it was a good time."
He moved his hand slowly, further towards the inside of Bankotsu's thigh. Bankotsu glanced down at the hand, and then back up at the other's face.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Why do you think?"
They exchanged a look, and there was nothing in either ones eyes except hope and a little bit of worry. Jakotsu leant inwards then, and kissed him, hard and pressing, on the mouth. Placing his hands on the others shoulders, he pushed him backwards against the floor, letting Bankotsu dominate the kiss, trying frantically to rid them both of their clothes. The broke apart for a second as they fumbled with clothes, and Bankotsu rolled them over, so he was leaning over the other.
"I don't know why."
Jakotsu stared at him, before smiling and kissing the underside of his jaw.
"No regrets."