Title: Wanna nookie?
Author: kira
Rating: Adult (more like older teen)
Characters: Bankotsu, Jakotsu
Genre, AU/Canon, etc.: Romance, Pre-canon
Words: 500
Summary: Jakotsu wants a bit of fun in the futon. The question is, does Bankotsu?
Warnings: None…
Author's note: Special thanks as always to my beta, Jen, for polishing this fic until it shone.
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Jakotsu, leaning over to rest his head against Bankotsu's, whispered, "Wanna nookie?"
"No…" the fifteen year old replied tiredly. When his paramour snaked an arm around him, he settled comfortably in the older boy's embrace.
"No?" Jakotsu repeated. He reached over to gently turn Bankotsu's face towards his. The cross-dresser stared into his eyes for several minutes, his smile growing more and more impish. "Your lips say 'no,' my lil dumpling, but your eyes say, 'yes,'" he murmured huskily. Tilting his head to the side, Jakotsu kissed him, pulling away when Bankotsu did not respond. Narrowing his eyes at the fifteen year old, he demanded, "Who is she?"
"No one."
"You expect me to believe that?" Jakotsu huffed. He sat there, hands stuffed into his sleeves as he glared at the younger boy.
"Sweetness…" Bankotsu said. "I'm bone tired and sore all over from killing that youkai." He grinned. "You know, there's not a girl in the village I feel like nookying even if she danced naked in front of me right now and you restrained yourself from cutting her up."
That brought a tiny smile to the cross-dresser's lips. "No?"
"Nope…"
"What if I got up and danced naked in front of you?" Jakotsu said as he rose to his feet. Smiling sweetly, he tugged on his obi, pulling the bow undone. Letting go of one end, he whipped the long length of silk forward, draping it around his lover's neck. He hopped gracefully on one foot, kicking the other slightly behind him, as he held up his hands near his face.
Bankotsu chuckled and his paramour, pleased with the reaction, continued his little dance. Dropping his left arm to the side, Jakotsu smiled as his kimono slipped down it with a soft rustle of silk. He repeated his movements with his right arm, and the kimono fell off, leaving him clad in his diaper-like fundoshi. Humming a bawdy tune, Jakotsu continued his little dance much to Bankotsu's delight. Tired and sore as he was, the younger boy enjoyed the sight of his practically naked paramour prancing around in front of him.
The fifteen year old laced his fingers behind his head and leaned back, stretching, as he stifled a yawn. Giving in to the urge to lay down, he did so while his paramour continued to dance in front of him. Eyes drooping shut, only to snap open when Bankotsu jolted himself awake, he watched as Jakotsu removed the last bit of his clothing. Fortunately for the exhausted warrior, the cross-dresser was completely oblivious to the younger boy's struggle to stay awake. Bankotsu was soon sprawled out on the floor, fast asleep.
Jakotsu paused when he heard it; the faint rasp of his young lover's snoring. He whirled around, annoyed, his expression softening when he saw how cute Bankotsu looked. Picking up his kimono, the cross-dresser shrugged into it and walked over to him. Kneeling next to him, he leaned in and kissed Bankotsu's cheek. "Sweet dreams, my lil dumpling…"