Author's Note: A first crack at Jin/Mugen. Tame but leading into temptation...
Get Your Leg Off of Me
Mugen stretched, and let his legs spread and sprawl on the rocky dirt floor of the stable. He was so tired there was no question of not falling asleep, but a cushion or a blanket would have been nice. Hell, he even envied the horses their hay. Stupid animals weren't even lying down in it. They were, however, shitting in it, he discovered upon grabbing an armful of it and quickly opting to throw it back down. He yawned, sighed. Fuu would make a nice cushion, even if she was flat as a board. But she had figured out his plan as he inched toward her as the night wore on, and was now sleeping in the stall with the mule. "He smells better than you!" was her parting remark.
"Get your leg off of me," Jin said in that deep, quiet, toneless voice that never varied, whether he was ordering soup, issuing a challenge, or commenting on the weather. And the last of these, along with any other kind of normal human banter, of course, he never did. The man held words like they were made of coin. A miser in every fucking way. Mugen moved his leg. The jerk was even bonier than Fuu anyway.
Even after Jin rolled away onto his side, his breathing calm and even, Mugen was riled. Though he was the one who started up, the arrogant bastard's uptight response felt like a dare. And Mugen never could resist a dare. His heart raced, and he wouldn't get back to sleep if he didn't let out a little energy. He scooched over behind Jin and felt his cock jump, hard like it always was when he was annoyed. It certainly wasn't hard for Jin. "Hey, why don't you stop pretending you're asleep and suck me off," he whispered into the samurai's ear.
Jin's face flushed in the darkness and he turned, whirled into a crouch and had his sword unsheathed and aimed at his companion's throat in the blink of an eye. Mugen was ready, having grabbed his own sword the moment Jin moved to block his advance.
Mugen smiled into Jin's eyes, triumphant. So easy to find a weak spot on a guy like him. "Let's get it on," he said, licking his lips and rising. They'd both sleep better for a good fight.
"Hey you idiots!" snapped Fuu. "Remember your promise—and let me get some sleep!"
Mugen's smile wilted and the glimmer went out of Jin's eyes. They both shrugged, put down their weapons, and lay down in the dirt. "Tightass," Mugen scoffed. Jin didn't reply.