Infinite Infatuation
Jin was overjoyed to step into the humble little inn. It was a piece of civilization after two days spent escorting several farmers and their assorted livestock. Said livestock made the evenings both fragrant and musical. Finally he would get to sleep under a roof, and if he was lucky the small amount of money they had managed to scrape together to pay him would more than cover a bath before he had to contemplate the return trip. Whereupon the remainder of his fee could be collected.
His eyes wondered professionally over the people gathered in the common room. The usual mix of farmers, laborers and the girls serving them. Nothing to be concerned about here. Jin began to move toward the inn keeper, when a flash of red compelled him to place his hand on his daishō as he spun to face...Mugen?
Mugen's wild nearly maniacal grin met his surprised gaze, as they both lowered their hands from their respective daishō. Jin returned his gloating leer with an almost apologetic shrug of his shoulders. "Fancy meeting you here."
"What brings you to our fine establishment?"
If possible, Jin now felt even more surprised. Mugen wasn't exactly merchant material.
"I know it's hard to believe," Mugen explained, "but it's my job to keep the peace here. It's not a bad gig, and it keeps me fed. Plenty of excitement on the side." He nodded at the room in general, but it seemed kind of quiet. "You?"
"I'm here for a day or two, before I have to escort some farmers back home. I don't image this place offers baths?" he inquired with hopeful optimism.
"Yeah, around back. Just ask Eiji-san." Mugen led him to his table in the corner and motioned the inn keeper over.
Mugen got up and went to quite some men who were beginning to get loud over a game of Chō-Han at the back of the room. When he finally returned, Jin set down his chop sticks and pushed back from the table. "It would seem that all the rooms have been let for the night. I'll see what -"
"Hey, man, I have a room here. I'll just have them set out another futon. Eiji-san won't mind."
Jin gave him a searching stare before nodding. "I'll just go have that bath now, then." He got up from the table and went out the door that the inn keeper had indicated earlier.
How peculiar of Mugen, Jin mused as he slid the yukata on after his bath. He had washed his clothing along with himself, since he was never assured of being able to do so. He would have to hang his clothing to dry in Mugen's room so that it would be ready to be worn in the morning.
He began to see what was keeping Mugen's interest in this inn once he returned from his bath. The common room had become rather boisterous, men arguing over Chō-Han and the women plying their trade. And Mugen was in the center of it all, just as loud and brazen as always. He didn't even have to place his hand on the hilt of his daishō to get them to back down. He only got to watch briefly, before one of the women offered to show him to Mugen's room.
After hanging his clothing to dry and turning the woman's offer down, Jin returned to the common room. It was only marginally less rowdy than when he had left earlier. He found Mugen back at his table, drinking sake.
"So, tell me, what are you doing here?"
Jin found himself recounting the minor jobs that he had taken along the way, and listening to Mugen's accounts of his fights here until he discovered that most of the patrons had left and they were both a little drunk. It was comfortable once again to be with someone that he could pretty much trust. They weren't exactly brothers, but brothers-at-arms. Mugen would cover his back, even if it was only so he could be the one to kill him, as he so often said, but never acted upon.
They stumbled back to Mugen's room, only to find that the women had never put out a second futon. They stared nonplussed at the single futon in the room. Then Mugen, never the most stable at times, roared with laughter. Jin wasn't sure that he found anything funny in the situation.
"They must think you are my woman," Mugen gasped out between ridiculous guffaws. He slumped to the futon and waved his hand feebly in the air. "Must be the hair!"
Jin looked haughty and sniffed, "As I recall, the last time we were in a place like this. I satisfied four women and you didn't manage one."
"What?!" Mugen roared.
He swung one leg out and swept Jin's feet out from underneath him. Even drunk, Jin managed to land gracefully on the other end of the futon just out of Mugen's reach.
"I can go longer than you any day of the week," Mugen insisted.
"Care to prove it?"
Mugen looked disconcerted for a moment, then shot back with, "All the women are taken at the moment. It's just you and me."
If he had thought that would end the argument, he had sadly underestimated their long standing pissing contest as well as the will of his opponent. With an inflexible look on his face, Jin said, "You're on!"
Mugen nearly panicked at that point. His mind looped on "But we're both men!" while his body froze in place for a moment too long. Jin was on him and reaching into his pants, before he could do anything. Then the rivalry set in and he helped himself to what Jin was sporting under his yukata.
Both men gasped as their hands closed around each other. The mutual stunned looks would have been comical under different circumstances, but now they both found themselves growing hard in each others' grasp. Mugen was the first to recover, and with a hell bent look he began to pump Jin's growing erection. Not one to allow Mugen the upper hand, Jin promptly returned the favor.
In very short order, both swordsmen were moaning and panting for breath, as hands moved seductively over heated flesh. At first, they were somewhat awkward in their movements. But soon they had found a rhythm that promised dark pleasure that neither had experienced before. The friction of Jin's fingers on his shaft was beginning to make Mugen desperate in more ways than one. His balls drew up close and he knew that it wouldn't be long at this rate. He had to cum, but if he did, he would lose. He had never found himself in this kind of quandary before and knew he had to do something. And do it fast!
He settled on leaning in and kissing Jin, knocking his glasses off in the effort. The initial shock of this took the edge off for both of them. Mugen could actually see the goose bumps standing up on Jin. He didn't know if he should feel gratified or disgruntled by this. But at least, he was no longer in danger of blowing and could take the time to focus on what they were doing.
He began to implement some of his favorite moves, as first his hand slid up and down, before running his thumb over the swollen edge of the crown and into the indention on top of the head. Jin shuddered and let out an amazing groan as Mugen began to smear his precum over the head of his cock. His yukata fell open, allowing Mugen to watch in fascination as he worked his rod. The cock in his hand was, if possible, even larger than his own with a deep red head and surrounded by remarkably little body hair. He stared enthralled at the drops leaking down its length, as it pulsed and Jin began to thrust into his hand.
He must have smirked in anticipation of his victory, because suddenly Jin's hips stilled and he found himself on his back under Jin. He was just gathering himself to throw Jin off, when something intensely hot and wet covered the head of his cock. He just lay there trying to breathe and get the strength back into his limbs, as Jin sucked lightly on the crown. A velvety tongue caressed him, flicking around the edge of the crown and into the dip on top. His body began to tremble and he knew that he wouldn't, couldn't stop it this time. The mouth holding him prisoner began to do amazing things, the likes of which he had never experienced before. He began to think that maybe, just maybe, he had been rash in taking the prettiest girl that time and leaving all the others to Jin. They had obviously known their trade!
Jin grimaced at the taste in his mouth. Why had those women behaved as if it were something to be sought after? It was bitter, but he had to admit not as bitter as losing to Mugen would be. So he gathered his resolve and tried to remember some of the tricks that had been used on him.
At first, he just sucked on the head, but soon Mugen was thrusting and making him gag, so he wrapped his hand around the cock in his mouth and let Mugen do as he wanted. It sure made things a lot easier for him and was guaranteed to see that Mugen lost it and the bet. Once he got use to it and his eyes quit tearing, he began to run his fingers over the balls that had once again pulled up tight to the other man's body. The panting and gasping immediately took on a more urgent note. Encouraged by these developments, his fingers further explored the body under him, stroking the soft skin behind the sac. And Mugen began to buck in earnest.
Mugen could feel the lust coiled in his belly slowly unraveling. He pushed up on one elbow to watch himself sliding in and out of Jin's mouth. That mouth would fill with him on his up thrust, and hollow out as Jin sucked hard on his downward motion. Saliva glinted wetly down his length. He had never seen anything that turned him on as much as this did! With this completely unexpected realization, he lost control and thrust raggedly several times before he came in a shuddering rush as deep into Jin's mouth as he could force himself.
Jin chocked, then coughed and gagged, as he spit as much of Mugen's seed out of his mouth as he could. He had won, but just what had he won? He was still hard and unsatisfied, while Mugen lay there boneless with the most ridiculous sated grin on his face that Jin had ever seen.
"I win! Now to claim my prize."
Mugen just lay there, blinking blankly as he watched without comprehension as Jin gathered as much of his seed as he could and began to rub it on his erection. Had he been capable of coherent thought at that point, he might have tried to get his lax joints to take him out of harm's way. But he was too busy enjoying his delicious orgasm to think of anything else or notice that his pants had been removed.
He did however, notice when Jin pushed his legs further apart and something firm pressed against his entrance. He tried to sit up and push Jin off him, but he was still finding it difficult to move even if his brain had been jolted awake. The other man pinned him down and pushed firmly in. Mugen felt himself stretched and gasped half in pain, half in... Surely not pleasure?
"You're taking that busido thing too far," he gritted through his clenched teeth.
Jin gave a breathless half laugh, "Not busido, I told you I was claiming my prize." He continued to press his way in, even as he pinned Mugen's hands to either side of his face. "I won," he panted. "Now let me..."
Mugen had no intention of allowing him to do anything, but the combination of almost pleasure and the discomfort of trying to fight in this compromising position had him powerless to stop whatever Jin intended to do to him. Mugen sighed with relief when the shaft sinking into him stopped. He could feel the ronin's hips against his ass and every shudder and twitch within his walls. The stretch was uncomfortable, but a little pain could be good. And this was nothing compared to the pain that had come with the tattoos on his wrists and ankles. He was a bit of an endorphin junkie anyway, so he was pretty sure that the rush he was likely to get from this would be good. And with that thought in mind he decided to just go with it.
When Mugen's body relaxed, Jin wasn't quite sure what to make of it. Was he just trying to catch him off guard and turn the tables on him, or did the other guy actually like this? Jin tried experimentally relaxing his grip. When nothing happened, he relaxed a little more. As Mugen continued to lie there, relaxed and somewhat expectant, Jin released him and began to move.
As the cock inside him pulled back, Mugen noticed a strange almost ticklish sensation left in its wake as the pressure receded. He wriggled in response. The effect this had on them both was staggering. Two of the most wanton moans either of them had ever heard escaped their lips. They stared dumbfounded at one another, until Mugen's eyes drifted shut in the sexiest expression Jin had ever seen.
He immediately thrust back in. He felt himself move over something inside as Mugen's walls clamped down on him with the best grip he had ever felt. Those women had been good; they even had some amazing tricks, but nothing to rival this. This was the heaven that he had been looking for and to judge by Mugen's reaction, he wasn't the only one who thought so.
He settled down to a steady rhythm as Mugen wrapped his legs around his waist. Which of the women here had he learned that from? The steady in and out seemed to have quite an effect on the man under him. Every thrust was met with a groan and an answering upward swing of hips. Every retreat with a breathless sigh and another clenching of that wondrous wet heat encasing him. Drop after pearly drop trickled down Mugen's straining, trembling cock, to pool in the hair encircling it. The reddened tip flaring with every clench of his passage.
He ran one hand up under the shirt covering the chest straining beneath him, fingers gliding over one taunt nipple. The gasp and clenching were even stronger. He shoved the shirt up, exposing both pink buds, and began to rub, pinch and tug on them. This continued to have an amazing effect on the man under him.
"I... I can't... Oh, fuck!" Mugen reached down and began to jerk himself off. He was too close to wait any longer. He had to cum. And he had to cum, NOW! He couldn't understand how Jin could stand to just keep going like that.
Watching Mugen jerk himself off was just too hot. Now even he was beginning to really feel the urgency of it all as his hips began to slam into the other man. His balls pulled up tight and he could feel it building, getting ready to explode out of him in a delirious rush.
Under him, Mugen came, spattering his own belly with more of his seed. "Fuck yeah!" His hand kept moving for several more strokes as he continued to pump his essence onto himself. His passage clenched with every pump, milking the orgasm finally out of Jin. Who, with an inarticulate cry, thrust rapidly several times before stilling.
Head hanging, gasping rapidly like one who would never get his breath back, Jin lowered his forehead to Mugen's before slumping limply onto him. He tried several times to roll to the side, but was unsuccessful. When the man under him finally unwound his legs from around his hips and eased them both over onto their sides, he slipped out of him with a groan. Once again the other's groan rose to meet his.
They lay there, half on each other, trying to calm their breathing. They were both so relaxed that they couldn't have moved away from one another even if that had been their intent. Their clothing in complete disarray on a futon that had been torn apart by their throes. Finally Jin gave up trying to regain some semblance of order; he opened his yukata and spread it over them both. Mugen hardly acknowledged it in his drowsy state. And they both sank into sleep.