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I, Kagura Fuujinnomai do not own Bankotsu, Jakotsu, Hiten, Suzaku
or any of the other characters associated with the Inuyasha series.
(Although I wish I did own those adorable, wonderful, super kawaii, sexy little sons of...ahem! anyways)
I get nothing from writing my Fanfics.
I am simply a fangirl who wishes to share her passion with the rest of the world.
- sincerely,

Kagura Fuujinnomai

(AN. This is an appetizer. Set in the same AU world as 'Never Again.' Long story short, Bankotsu and Jakotsu are college students. They live in the same house with Bankotsu's best friend; Inuyasha. However Ban/Jak keep their love a secret from Inuyasha.

If you like what you see, please feel free to take a peak at some of my other Ja/Ban works as well. I promise you won't be disappointed. Japanese translations/terminology if needed, is available at the end of the story.

As always, please Read, Review, and most importantly, Enjoy. )

Girls Chapter Two: "I Hate Girls!"

"I hate girls!"

Bankotsu didn't even bother to lift his head from the bed when Inuyasha burst into the room and plopped down beside him, yelling out those ridiculous words. He could already tell his silver-haired companion was in a very foul mood and to make matters worse, he could also detect the strong scent of alcohol from his grumbling, obviously drunk roommate. "I am through with them!" Inuyasha growled, burying his face into the mattress. "I'm through with their big mouths and their stupid whiny voices and their ridiculous obsession with love!" He strained the word love, putting particular emphasis to stress just how much he loathed the very concept of 'love.'

Bankotsu didn't agree at all, but even though he was annoyed at being woken by this loud, nonsensical ranting, he figured he may as well hear Inuyasha out. After all, it wasn't often that Inuyasha grew angry enough to curse women, of all things. Usually girls were among the very few things he would openly admit to liking. 'Girls and food, anyway.'
"Let me guess," Bankotsu began, "you and Kagome are fighting yet again."

"No!" the drunk Inuyasha raged, "we're breaking up forever! I hate her! I hate her and the other girls that ever existed!"

"You're just drunk," Bankotsu sighed, but Inuyasha persisted. "No, I'm serious!"

"Well that's not very fair," the sober male reasoned, "What did those girls ever do to you?"

"I'll tell you just what they did!" The grumpy doglike boy growled. He sat up, preparing to deliver what most drunks would consider a perfectly valid argument. "Girls." he began,
"They strut around all pretty like with their fucking heels longer than their skirts and then when you talk to them they pretend they're all innocent and flirt around instead of just shutting up and coming home with you!"

"Well that's because they have to play hard to get." was Bankotsu's reply. "No one likes sluts."

"Well I do!" Inuyasha snapped. "Seriously, we've been together for like four years! Why the hell does Kagome still have to get all embarrassed just from talking about sex?!"

"Wow." At that Bankotsu sat up, considering just leaving his pissed companion alone to deal with his frustrations… "Um, that isn't my place to say so-"
"You're supposed to be my best friend!" Inuyasha seethed, catching hold of him, "that stupid Kagome goes and blabs all she wants to her stupid girlfriends! Well two can play kiss and tell!"

"Pleas don't," Bankotsu practically begged, but Inuyasha only dragged him back onto the bed and went right ahead spilling his dirty secrets. "Let me tell you about thishh one time!" He began, slurring slightly, but Bankotsu immediately buried his head into the blankets, trying to focus on anything but the filthy words coming out of his best friend's mouth. Suddenly he sincerely wished he too could be smashed. At least then he wouldn't be able to remember any of this the following day!

Despite his efforts to shut Inuyasha out, suggestive words like 'hot' and 'slippery' kept seeping into his mind, planting images of wet, naked Kagomes… 'Ugh! Must think of something else!'
Bankotsu wracked his brain in a frantic search for something, anything to distract him from that disturbing, erotic banter. And then he heard it.

The smart, echoing click of high heels issued from the next room; the bathroom. Jakotsu was awake. Bankotsu looked up just in time to see the light flick on and caught a glimpse of those long red nails as the cross dresser reached over and pulled the door closed. Perhaps he was preparing to take a bath…

'My sweet Aisuru…'
"That faggot."

Bankotsu bristled at hearing such a rude, uncalled for interjection. He meant to reprimand Inuyasha and offer the sharp retort of 'Well at least he has some manners!' but instead wound up choking on his words due to Inuyasha's next debauched tale. "So how 'bout this one time when that bitch was not even wearing anything under her skirt!?"

"Wh- What?!"

"You heard me!" was his dramatic reply, "Nothing! Three inch heels and that tiny red skirt with nothing underneath! Like the bitch was just begging to be bent over and fucked!"

Bankotsu felt his cheeks heat up. His mind had automatically conjured up the most erotic image of his own beautiful partner sporting that exact same attire! That shameless cross dresser would happily bend right over and shake that tight, scandalous ass. Those long, porcelain legs would part just so; begging to be forced open further. Oh, those sweet, supple hips! That tight, tempting entrance! Just the thought was making Bankotsu almost painfully hard...

"We were dancing," Inuyasha continued, completely oblivious to his companion's silent turmoil. "And the whole time she kept backing up on me, the stupid little whore! She knows I like her best from behind!"

'From behind,' Bankotsu's tortured mind echoed. These words digested somewhere deep within his belly, leaving a searing heat in their wake. Waves of immediate, merciless arousal course through him as the cross-dresser in his head danced along to the growl of Inuyasha's voice. Jakotsu gasped and threw his magnificent head back, panting with the intensity of Bankotsu's swift, rhythmic penetration.

'From behind' was the perfect way to dominate that mischievous, sultry minx. Surely his Aisuru would beg for more and Bankotsu would immediately oblige. Oh, that perfect, precious heat. So tight; almost painful…

It was so hot. Had someone turned up the AC? Bankotsu forced his breathing to remain steady as he inched away from his drunk, rambling roommate. The stiff, pleading heat between his legs was just too much. His entire body nearly shook with arousal. His heart was beating so hard, so fast, and his hands were sweaty; longing to join in with that torturous rhythm. Oh, if only Inuyasha would just drop dead so he could give in to the urgent desire to appease his painfully swollen erection! Each of Bankotsu's fingers twitched, positively itching to slide into his pants and offer their assistance…

'Fucking Inuyasha! This is all his fault!'

As if reading his mind and sensing just how much Bankotsu did not want his attention, the silver-haired male slumped right over and landed directly on top of him. Immediately Bankotsu shoved his unconscious companion off and beat a hasty retreat. He could not stand to be in this room for another second!

Instinctively he slammed and locked the bathroom door, practically panting as he pressed his forehead against the wood. Never had he been so grateful to escape his best friend. Everything was finally silent. That erotic rambling was done and Bankotsu could finally take some time to calm down, but unfortunately his body was not quite as willing to 'calm down.' With the silence he could hear his own heavy breathing; humiliating, persistent arousal. The stiff frustration between his legs was just as prominent as ever, and unfortunately the bathroom was already filled with steam. Perhaps his Jakotsu had only just finished his nightly bathing routine.

'My Aisuru…' Again the image of that beautiful cross-dresser flitted through his mind; exacerbating the situation. So finally Bankotsu conceded. At least the bathroom would offer enough privacy. It would only take a few minutes right? Just give into this dirty, despicable lust and then it would be over. No blue balls required…

He leaned up against the door, staring intently at the wood patters as he allowed just one hand to slide down between his legs. Oh, finally his tortured body would feel some kind of stimulation; the pleasure it desperately yearned for. Blue eyes screwed shut as Bankotsu was momentarily overwhelmed by the delicious stroke of his own fingers. 'Just a few moments,' he kept telling himself. Lost out in erotic bliss for just a few moments, and then it would be over… Before long the constricting fabric of his pants became an annoyance and he carelessly unbuttoned them, allowing them to drop to his knees before swiftly regaining his grip.

'Oh, yes…' Bankotsu didn't dare let such humiliating sounds escape his lips, but in his mind it was absolutely essential. The darkness of closed eyes and that delicious-smelling steam provided the perfect atmosphere. He bit back a moan, imagining himself thrusting into his gorgeous Aisuru instead of his waiting palm. 'Harder!' his fantasy lover demanded, and Bankotsu hurriedly obliged. Just a little bit more, a little faster, and it would all be over. But how should dream Jakotsu take the final thrust? From behind or front? Or perhaps between those hungry, bloodred lips? Or better yet, perhaps Bankotsu should just paint his pleasure all over that beautiful face!

'Perfect.' Now Bankotsu forced dream Jakotsu to his knees and yanked on that smooth black hair. Those dark, lust-filled eyes slid closed in preparation and those snake fang tattoos just begged a new, thick white coating. However, just as Bankotsu made to fulfill their wish, a small dripping sound issued from behind him, effectively throwing off his groove. He meant to ignore it, but then a slightly louder 'splash' shattered what was left of his concentration.

'Shit!' Bankotsu finally caught on. He wheeled around, only then realizing that in his hurry to escape Inuyasha, he had completely forgotten to even check that the bathroom was empty!

Sure enough, his real Aisuru sat right behind him; soaking in the bathtub. "Airusu what the fuck!" It wasn't a question, but an expression of his fury. Bankotsu sank to the ground, shielding his exposed lower half as he hissed to the voyeur who had so stealthily concealed himself. "Why didn't you say something to let me know you were in here!?"

The mischievous, snakelike Jakotsu grinned wickedly as he replied. "Why would I ever want to do that? You were putting on such a wonderful show…"

"Fucking pervert." Bankotsu grumbled half-heartedly. The shock and fury were quickly melting into a puddle of simmering humiliation. He wished he could just drop dead. Surely Jakotsu had seen everything! Every single humiliating stroke was now permanently recorded in the mind of that incurably perverted older male!

As if reading his mind, the cross-dresser stood, revealing his own burgeoning erection. "Oh dear," those mischievous red lips fake-gasped, "look what naughty Ban-Chan has done to me…" Jakotsu stepped out of the bathtub, carelessly sloshing bathwater, dripping everywhere as he sashayed over to his lover. "I hope you plan on taking responsibility," he whispered, teasing his fingers along that smooth porcelain length. For some reason Bankotsu couldn't stop his eyes shadowing every movement of those gleaming red nails… "Tell me," those cherry lips begged, "What were you thinking about?" His voice was too sweet; dripping with venomous syrup. Oh, Jakotsu looked so beautiful tonight…

"Nothing," was Bankotsu's stubborn, automatic reply.

"It didn't sound like nothing," Jakotsu teased, "all that hot, dirty breathing and-"
"Shut up!"

Jakotsu only laughed at that rude interruption, or rather, cackled with obvious amusement.
"It's okay, Aisuru," those onyx eyes winked, "you can tell me…."
But Bankotsu dodged, praying his lover would never, ever find out about his sordid fantasies.
Surely no one would ever expect such things to ever spring into his mind. Bankotsu would never do such things anyway. He preferred making love over any kind of 'kinky' sexplay…

"I just miss you," he finally mumbled, refusing to meet those intense onyx eyes. "since we can't sleep together…"

"Me too," Jakotsu replied, smiling a bit more sweetly as he pressed a gentle kiss to his lover's frowning lips. The bath had washed away almost all of his bloodred lipstick, and Bankotsu found himself practically hypnotized by those plump, pink morsels. Oh, why did his Aisuru have to be like this? Naughty and teasing one moment, then sweet and sincere the next… Perhaps love just made people act strange like that. Or maybe Jakotsu was just trying to torture him…

The gentle sway of those perfect hips drew his gaze then as the cross dresser finally let him alone and made to leave. "I'm done teasing you now," he joked as he wrapped a towel around that amazing body. "Goodnight Aisuru."

And with that said Jakotsu ducked right out of the bathroom, into his own bedroom, and closed the door behind himself. It seemed like he'd left so soon. Too soon. Or maybe that was just Bankotsu thinking with his 'little' head…

The formerly humiliated younger male stood then and securely fastened his pants back up where they belonged. The lust was gone now, perhaps killed by the embarrassment, so why was it that he just could not stop staring at Jakotsu's closed bedroom door?

'I shouldn't follow him.' Of course Bankotsu already knew that! Inuyasha had no earthly idea that his best friend was secretly in love with that 'freakish queer.' On the outside they carefully kept up the façade of 'just friends' but inside each knew that label was nowhere near intimate enough. There was something there. Something powerful and undeniable. Each man literally hungered for the other. And now, staring at that cold, unfeeling wood, Bankotsu began to realize that perhaps he had not been merely 'horny' after all. Perhaps his body simply ached with loneliness; desperate to be reunited with that of the one he loved…

This thought was just calming enough, just innocent enough to do the trick. Telling himself that this was just about love, Bankotsu carefully made to follow after the object of his secret desire.
For the sake of courtesy he knocked on the door before opening it and Jakotsu turned, with wide eyes, obviously shocked. "Need something?"

Bankotsu froze, not even daring to take a step into his room. "Um…" 'Well shit.' He hadn't expected to be questioned. In his mind this situation had shaped out like a fairytale reuniting and he'd hoped Jakotsu would just simply smile and welcome him. But that cross dresser wasn't stupid. He knew this was dangerous. If homophobic Inuyasha just happened to stumble in on them doing anything 'suggestive' they'd be in for a very rough night. Bad enough Inuyasha was already drunk and acting very irrational. 'I hate girls.' Bankotsu almost scoffed. What kind of nonsense was that? But he couldn't be bothered to think of Inuyasha anymore. Jakotsu was just too distractingly beautiful. His lovely Aisuru was going on with his nightly routine, brushing out that long, pretty hair and pulling on those tight, form-fitting pajamas. 'Just like a girl.' But not even Bankotsu would have had the balls to admit that…

"You are so beautiful…"
He hadn't meant to say it out loud, and Jakotsu didn't seem to appreciate the sentiment.

"Don't start with me," he snapped, "your real best friend is home tonight remember?"

"Yeah I know that…" But even as Bankotsu said this he stepped into the room and slid the door closed behind him. He knew the risks and he knew just how stupid he was being. But oh, he just wanted to touch his perfect, precious Aisuru. Just for a few moments. Maybe if they could just hold each other….

The clicking of doorlocks sang joy in Jakotsu's ears as he sat down on the bed, but he pretended not to notice. "Just…" Bankotsu seemed to have lost his voice. He crawled up onto the mattress, looking much like a timid but starving puppy.

'Just for a moment. Let me hold you. Let me pretend we can be together…'
Bankotsu tried to be gently encouraging. He cupped that flawlessly beautiful face in both hands, brushing a few tendrils of that wet black hair out of the way as he leaned closer. There was just something so sweet about darkness. His eyes automatically slid shut as he paused and allowed those soft lips to close the remainder of the distance. Somehow the fact that he could not see immediately heightened his senses. The wet heat of their kiss seemed to spread throughout his entire body; gently radiating bliss. His fingers threaded into Jakotsu's still damp hair and pulled him closer as their kiss grew deeper. 'It's just a kiss,' Bankotsu kept telling himself, 'no harm done.' There was nothing wrong about a simple, innocent kiss now was there?

Yet his hands were itching to betray that notion. Oh, how badly they wanted to caress those flawless curves; every deliciously arousing inch of that smooth, heated skin. This was all he wanted in the world. Slightly wet, as if kissed with dew, soft as a blossoming rose and so much more desirable than anything on this earth; Jakotsu's body.

'I love you, I love you,' his heart insisted while his mind screamed in protest. 'Oh, I want you.'
And at that moment Bankotsu's body refused to obey any longer. Before he knew it he'd begun to put pressure on Jakotsu's shoulders and guided him down to lay back on the bed. Their kiss was not broken for even a moment and it was unnecessary to open his eyes. This may as well have been his dream Jakotsu. He could imagine, without even looking, every precious tint of onyx brilliance in those dark, lust-laden eyes…

The first muffled groan of pleasure was Jakotsu's. He had only reluctantly returned Bankotsu's embrace, but once his fingers felt those tight, well-toned abs he suddenly felt desperate. The door was locked anyway right? 'Maybe just a quick, silent fuck…' Would his lover consent to it? The cross-dresser could not be certain, but he made to extend the invitation anyway. It was a bit difficult to work back out of the pajama bottoms with Bankotsu's knees on either side of his waist, straddling him, but he pulled it off. Jakotsu was much more experienced after all. His skilled fingers made quick work of Bankotsu's pants too, and thankfully the younger yet dominant male did not protest.

"Ohh…" 'Fuck.' He hadn't meant to let that slip out. Bankotsu silently berated himself, but at the same time leaned down closer to his lover so those gently stroking fingers could more easily reach between his legs. Oh, Jakotsu knew just how he liked it. Something about the crisp, perfectly clean scent of his heated skin and the gentle, barely present flavor of these plump red lips… Addictive; impossible to refuse. Was his precious lover consenting? Did Jakotsu want to be fucked even half as badly as Bankotsu wanted to fuck him? Without words it was impossible to tell, but without time it was impossible to care.

Those porcelain legs rose up on either side of him and the heat between them beckoned; irresistible. Bankotsu could not kick his pants off fast enough. Finally their kiss was forcibly broken so he could wet his fingers with his mouth. Something about that made it possible to open his eyes again. 'Stupid.' Of course looking down into those intensely aroused bedroom eyes would only make his tortured body feel more rushed. In one split second he'd used those wet fingers to massage between those beautiful legs and shoved himself inside. Jakotsu threw his beautiful head back and those eyes screwed shut with the pain. The hoarse, forcibly silenced scream was lost to the shame of the love they were too terrified to admit. But even as both men refused to voice it, Bankotsu's hips beat their delicious, rhythmic reminder.

Pain and pleasure combined and Jakotsu could hardly think. It was so hard to avoid gripping his lover too tightly. He didn't want to leave marks, but the sensation was so overwhelming and had no way to escape his tortured body. His heart beat so fast that it seemed even louder than the incredibly arousing slap of Bankotsu's rhythm. He bit back what must have been the thousandth moan and pressed his fingers to his lips, tempted to bite down.

Oh, frustrated, delicious pleasure. The heat and pressure seemed to double with every stroke, but Bankotsu focused only on the stifled moans of his precious Aisuru. Soon his beloved would be finished and only then could he allow himself such a selfish luxury. He captured those panting lips with his own, relishing the vibrating sensation of his lover's forcibly silenced voice. 'Harder,' he forced himself deeper and faster, focused on his partner's enjoyment. Jakotsu liked it rough. Bankotsu liked it wet with the slippery satisfaction of cum on his chest…

Jakotsu knew just what his lover was waiting on, but lay back, taking his sweet time in enjoying every precious second of their finally intimate unity. Each thrust shook his senses, pushing him closer to the edge as his body sought to betray his mind. Oh, it felt so incredible. Stubborn Bankotsu was kissing him again, adding the tantalizing flavor of insistent lips to the torturous rhythm of those powerfully crashing hips. If only this sweet moment never had to end. He wanted to keep the satisfaction of being filled with the one who loved him more than life itself, but the final plunge came, sudden yet sweet.

Hot, wet, shuddering pleasure painted his chest and Bankotsu finally allowed himself to join his lover in perfect, mutual orgasm. Their wet kiss swallowed the cries of both; moaned pleasure melting into a gently quivering solace.

Jakotsu was first to move. He had barely caught his breath, and it felt so nice to have Bankotsu's full weight pressing down on his chest; sticky and satisfying. His lips hurt a bit from kissing, but he was glad his Aisuru had been smooth enough to stifle their voices that way.
"I love you," he whispered, now that he was calm enough to keep the volume down.

In response Bankotsu practically whimpered. He clung from his place on top, refusing to move when Jakotsu attempted to get up. "Just a little longer…" That mumbled reply was almost completely inaudible. Bankotsu buried his face into that soft green hair, wishing that stupid bathtub hadn't washed away most of his precious lover's scent. He wanted very much to immortalize this moment…

'Together.' That was the sole sensation now. No more pleading desire or hurried lust…
And somehow it felt better than any orgasm ever could.

If only it were possible without the secrecy and shame. 'I hate girls' the drunken Inuyasha had yelled. But he had no idea of just how lucky he was… to be normal; never having to hide his love.

"I love you too," Bankotsu had to say it, even though it so pained his heart. He sat up, trying not to make a face as he made to clean up the sticky mess they'd made. He'd probably need a shower himself now, to wash away the stale scent of sex. Bankotsu hated this. Time to quickly erase all of the evidence, but he'd had much practice and so went about it with determined expertise.

Gleaming black eyelashes blinked slowly as Jakotsu watched his lover's progress. He felt suddenly sleepy. That was one of the joys of being with such a powerful partner. Bankotsu had enough stamina to wear him out and then clean up afterwards. The effeminate cross-dresser had not once in his life regretted his partner's gender. Society could kiss his tight, porcelain ass. But secrecy made Bankotsu feel more safe, so he went along with it. Those careful, tanned fingers swiped the wetness from his chest, brushing inadvertently against the dark scars that still clearly spelled out 'faggot'. But at times like this, Jakotsu kind of liked the label… Maybe he was abnormal, or deviant or whatever they might call him. But at least he was not alone. At that moment all he wanted was to express his thanks to his lover, just for being… well. For being gay too. But of course he could never say something so embarrassing!

Bankotsu had already stood and begun to get dressed and turned to leave, but Jakotsu suddenly interrupted. "Um! Before you go…"

"Hmm?" Curious blue eyes met with sparkling onyx and Bankotsu noted that gentle, satisfied grin. 'He looks so happy.' At least Bankotsu could take comfort in knowing the two of them could make the most of their time and be truly happy together… Moments like this made reality hurt just a little bit less.

"Just…" Jakotsu's cheeks flushed a cute pink color beneath those sexy blue tattoos, and Bankotsu thought he might die of overwhelming adoration as his perfectly, completely male partner whispered his timid appreciation.

"Thank you for loving me."

Bankotsu sighed, already missing his sweet, affectionate partner.
"Goodnight Aisuru."

fin

Terminology:
1. Aisuru: "to love". It is not proper to call one Aisuru, because it is not truly a noun. But Bankotsu uses it for that very reason. His relationship with Jakotsu is a secret, so he has opted to use a somewhat nonsensical title so that only the two of them will truly be able to appreciate its meaning. The story of the Ja/Ban's very first night together is told in my story entitled 'Aisuru'.

(AN2. Like what you see? Please take a look at my other Ja/Ban works too!

Suzaku and Hiten will take over again next chapter and then Ja/Ban will return for ch. 4!
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