Tales of the Shichinintai

Tale 1: Rude Awakening

By kira

Author's note: These are series of stories set in the canon timeline, featuring various members of the Shichinintai. They're based off of prompts given to me by you. All you have to do is leave me one in a review. It can be as simple as one word or as complex as a short sentence. The prompt will serve as the title of each piece. Also please try not to give me something anachronistic. (Example: "My cell phone's ringing" or "anime")

For Notoes-chan, who was kind enough to start this off.

Prompt: Rude Awakening

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Bankotsu woke up with a pounding headache and his mouth felt as dry and course as sand. He tried rolling over, but there was a pleasant weight resting on his chest. Cracking an eye open, he looked down as best as he could and saw a mass of soft, dark hair. It was several minutes later, that he realized that that silkiness was partially what he was holding in his right hand, along with the girl's shoulder. He gave it a gentle squeeze and the girl sighed softly in her sleep. Suddenly the headache did not feel so bad and Bankotsu was sure that a quick drink of water would have him ready for some "good morning" nookie.

The sixteen year old let his right hand wander as far as it could down the girl's back. His finger tips brushing against her ribs, he idly noted that she was skinner than he normally liked to have fun with. Not that it mattered, as long as she willing, he was more than able to oblige her. So as his hand wandered, his imagination went wild as he tried to recall the hazy details of the night before. Unfortunately, all he could remember as his head throbbed again was that there had been sake… in fact, a lot of sake. So his hungover mind simply filled in the rest…

They were celebrating their victory over some daimyo whose name Bankotsu had forgotten by raiding his sake supply, including the claw-bearer who normally did not drink. Apparently his more violent side was awake as he and Jakotsu were sitting around, laughing about everyone they had cut up, while securing the place. Bankotsu noted that the fire-breather and Ginkotsu appeared to be playing some sort of drinking game, while Kyokotsu was already passed out and snoring loudly in the courtyard. Mukotsu, meanwhile, was trying to flirt with one of the few women left alive, a poor terrified little thing who looked to be more girl than woman.

Bankotsu held out his empty cup to the pretty girl, who had been flirting with him, much to the cross-dresser's annoyance. Every so often, the sixteen year old would look up to see Jakotsu glaring daggers at her. After a quick frown from him, Jakotsu stopped and turned his attention to Suikotsu, who patiently ignored the flirting. Not that Bankotsu cared; he had better things to do like enticing this sloe-eyed beauty into the futon.

As the night wore on, the Shichinintai dispersed, some to sleep off the effects of too much sake on top of too much battling, while the lucky few found a pretty face, who was willing to share a futon with them in exchange for her life. Like the girl who was busy helping Bankotsu lurch to feet. The sixteen year old noted wryly that she giggled as much as Jakotsu did and it was not long before those wry thoughts became amusing ones. Bankotsu laughed out loud and the girl tittered along with him. The more she giggled, the more it reminded the sixteen year old of the cross-dresser and the more he sniggered along with her. What he found even funnier, now that they were staggering down the palace's corridors looking for a room, was that the girl seemed to get taller than she was when she had helped him to his feet. In fact, she got taller after bumping into Jakotsu, and crashing to the floor. Bankotsu could not believe his luck when the cross-dresser went away after the sixteen year old told him to leave them alone. No whining, no carrying on, and no pouting, and Bankotsu wondered if Suikotsu finally gave into Jakotsu's flirtations and decided to have some fun with him after all.

After stumbling around for what felt like forever, Bankotsu dragged the girl to the first room he saw on the left. Sliding the shoji back with a resounding thwack, he stepped into the dark interior, pulling the girl in behind him. Turning away, Bankotsu closed it as he did not want the cross-dresser finding them and causing trouble. Reeling back, the sixteen year old saw the girl was busy looking for a futon. He stumbled towards her, his head spinning as the full force of the sake hit him. He tripped and falling towards her, she turned in time to catch him before he landed face first on the floor.

The girl kissed him, chastely at first before deepening it, as she fumbled with his armor. Bankotsu clumsily helped her amid much giggling on her part. Kiss, giggle, kiss, his one arm guard came off followed by the other one and it was not long before his chest armor joined them on the floor. The sixteen year old watched as she moved them out of the way and slowly unrolled the futon in their place.

Pulling him into a warm embrace, the girl kissed him again as they sank to the floor. As they sat there, Bankotsu pushed her kimono down off her shoulders, exposing her breasts. They were firm and high, and smaller than Bankotsu would have liked, but her nipples hardened under his touch the same as they would on a much bigger pair. And she did moan softly when he leaned forward to suckle one as he tried easing her onto her back. Instead, the girl remained upright, easing him onto his back. Blanketing him, Bankotsu realized she was naked and as she whispered sweet little words of love in his ear, he played with the deep cleft of her buttocks. The more he stroked her there, the more she ground her hips into his.

Bankotsu, feeling a familiar stirring in his loins, rolled out from under her. She hit the futon with a soft oomph followed by a giggle. The sixteen year old grinned wickedly as he tugged on his hakama ties. Loosening them, he tried kicking them off, only to get tangled up in them. Thankfully the girl was able to free him as he lay back, his head spinning uncomfortably in the darkness. Sitting up quickly, and nearly regretting it as he shrugged out of his kimono, Bankotsu pushed her down onto her stomach and mounted her from behind. Blanketing her, he thrust blindly, trying to find the sweet spot. He found it, and she was tight, almost virginal, and she felt so good. He went in and out, developing his rhythm and she moan softly in response. All too soon he spent his lust and they remained joined as one for several minutes. Pulling out of her, he rolled over onto his back as everything faded to black…

Curiosity getting the better of him, Bankotsu tried to gently tilt the girl's face up so that he could see her. She grumbled in her sleep and there was something familiar about the way she did it that made him pause. His mind racing frantically over the hazy details of last night, the sixteen year old came to one horrifying conclusion. Lifting his left hand to his aching forehead, Bankotsu groaned. Life would not, could not be that unfair. Jakotsu finally succeeded in seducing the claw-bearer, leaving him free to be with a pretty girl and it turned out the girl was really the cross-dresser. The only saving grace in the whole sorry affair was that could not actually remember the details of the night before.

Bankotsu groaned again in frustration. His once chance to sleep with someone other than Jakotsu was foiled again. Just once the sixteen year old wanted to know what it was like to have a pretty girl waking up beside him. Not that waking up with the cross-dresser was bad, but it was not the same. His anger getting the better of him, Bankotsu looked down again with the intent of roughly shoving Jakotsu off his chest when the cross-dresser rolled over to face him and opened his eyes.

"Good morning, Aniki-chan," he said softly, courteously keeping his voice down in deference to their mutual hangovers, and turning his head away to keep his morning breath away from his lover, when Bankotsu got another rude awakening as he realized he would rather have this than anything else…