Title: Temptations
Rating: PG-13
Content warnings: Injuries, hematolagnia, mentions of death and violence
Characters/Pairings: Bankotsu, Jakotsu, JakotsuxBankotsu
Genres: Romance, Humor
Word count: 761 words
Author's notes: Past timeline fic.
Please note that I go by manga canon in all of my fics unless otherwise stated.
He couldn't look away if he tried.
Bankotsu says it's nothing. It's just one little cut on his cheek, a scratch really. He's seen him in far worse states. He's also seen men die from less once the rot sets in.
This is going to be brutal.
Bankotsu parks himself on the mat and fixes him with a stare. A challenge. As if he could refuse. He can't sit there and wait for Renkotsu and Mukotsu to clean up the trash.
Besides, it's no good asking Suikotsu to play doctor.
Bankotsu almost manages to sit still for once. His foot drums against the mat while Jakotsu's heartbeat drums away the seconds. His pulse races as crimson seeps into the cloth. So tempting. So dangerous. Sweat creeps down his spine while the minutes stretch into an eternity.
And that's just the easy part.
He reaches for a fresh cloth. His breath quickens as he brings it up to caress his cheek. Bankotsu doesn't flinch. Not even when he takes him under the chin and leans in close enough to kiss. Every moment is ripe with possibilities.
It's torture.
The next bit's simple enough. Just dry the wound, take the plaster and stick it on his face. There's barely a drop of blood left. His heart still skips a beat.
Bankotsu doesn't budge an inch.
It's done. He lets out a sigh and sits back to admire his handiwork. All clean, except for one stray smudge on his neck.
Well, one little lick won't hurt.
Bankotsu recoils and shoves him away. It only takes one hand to knock him flat. He crashes to the floor.
He stares at the ceiling, half-dazed. Should've seen that one coming.
Bankotsu lays a hand on his shoulder. "You okay there?"
Jakotsu blinks. He shakes the giddiness away. "I'll live." He hauls himself into a sitting position. "How about you?"
Bankotsu raises an eyebrow. "Me?"
"You just jumped out of your skin. You hurt your neck back there?"
He shakes his head. "Nope."
Jakotsu purses his lips. "Come on, you'd think I just took a chunk out of you." He suppresses a sigh. "Guess this is still a little rough for you, huh?"
"Wha- no. No." A faint flush blooms on his cheeks. "I mean, you've seen a lot worse."
Jakotsu's frown relaxes. His eyes widen a touch. "Wait... you like it?"
"No!" Bankotsu's cheeks turn from pink to scarlet. He clears his throat. "It's just-"
"Oh?" A smirk creeps across his face. Figures. There's only one thing that makes him squirm like that.
He flicks out a finger and tickles him under the chin.
Bankotsu shies away. "Jakotsu!"
His smirk widens into a grin. "Feeling a little sensitive, are we?"
He makes a grab for his braid. Bankotsu dodges his hand.
"Knock it off!" He still can't help blushing.
It's so adorable he can't resist another try. Bankotsu slips aside. He slams into Jakotsu and tackles him to the floor. He goes down in a flurry of limbs.
Jakotsu's flat on his face in no time at all. Bankotsu pounces on his back. He pins his arms before he can even raise his head.
He flashes him a grin that sends shivers down his spine.
"Okay. You asked for it."
He goes straight for the ribs. Jakotsu's squealing in seconds. He's merciless. Still, it's a small price to pay for discovering Bankotsu's biggest weakness.
It's almost enough to make the next few minutes bearable.
By the time Bankotsu's finished with him there isn't a breath left in his lungs. His chest heaves while Bankotsu sits astride him, satisfaction plastered all over his face.
"You give up?"
Jakotsu forces out a sound. "Mmm."
Bankotsu leans closer. "Oh?"
"Well..."
"Well?" Bankotsu leans closer still.
Jakotsu cringes. "Aniki!"
Bankotsu's grin widens as he looms over him. He blows a little puff onto Jakotsu's neck and waits for him to crumple.
Jakotsu returns the grin.
His neck's wide open. Jakotsu has him squirming in seconds. He's got just enough time to wriggle an arm free. Which gives him more than enough time to silence him with a kiss.
Jakotsu's right on top of him by the time they break apart. Bankotsu glares up at him, his cheeks brighter than ever.
"Cheat."
Jakotsu taps him on the nose. "Takes one to know one."
Bankotsu sighs. "You don't even know when to give up." He grabs his collar and pulls him down for another kiss. That keeps him quiet.
Until the door slides open and they're met with Renkotsu's complete lack of surprise.
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