Title: Lunar Liplock
Author: Sun
Rating: Adult
Genre: Canon, Smut, slight Comedy
Word Count: 250
Summary: Fuu was tipsy; Mugen, of course, planned to take full advantage.
A/N: My first SamCham fic; concrit would be kickass.
He would never admit it, but he liked listening to them both in the dead of the night. Fuu had been working to improve her sake tolerance for the past few weeks, and, on this pitch black night, she was more than a little tipsy.
That vagrant Mugen, of course, planned to take full advantage.
Jin sighed silently when her soft grunt reached his ears. He never moved his head, but his eyes darted in their direction, to his left. Without his glasses, all he could see were dark, blurred shapes moving against one another. The dog obviously thought that he was asleep – or he just didn't care. Either way, Jin couldn't see them, but he could hear every tiny sound they made. He listened closely as she groaned, a beautiful noise in and of itself. Soon the entire shack reeked of not only sake but sex as well, and Jin suppressed a shudder at Mugen's heady whisper: "C'mon, show me what ya got, baby." The hound moaned loudly. "Show me what you fuckin' got!"
Jin's hakamas were suddenly uncomfortably tight; he made no move to fix himself. He remained stock still, only allowing his chest to move as he breathed in and out.
In the corner, across the single room of the shack, Fuu snored in a most unfeminine fashion.
"Like the show, four-eyes?" Mugen asked as he made his whore moan once more.
Jin rolled over, still and silent; Mugen barked out a laugh and continued his lay.