disclaimer

I, Kagura Fuujinnomai do not own Bankotsu, Jakotsu, Suzaku, Hiten or any of the other characters associated with the Inuyasha series.

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: While writing this chapter, I came to realize that none of the main characters bothered getting out of bed. Right around page say... 15? Found myself mumbling "Okay, so they're STILL in bed?" So then I had to go back and make some adjustments! XD Then when it was complete I stopped and wondered "okay so they're still naked?" So I went back again, thought about changing that and then... just decided to leave it. :P

It suits the title so whatever! There 's a reason new babies are born in the spring you know!

Ah... Springtime; warm sunlight and newfound love. Baby chicks peeping and new flowers blossoming; alive and renewed with the twittering songs of returning redbirds...

The beginning doesn't quite fit that theme because it was a request I just HAD to fulfill! :P
Warning: Forced sex w/ multiple partners. But if you've read this far you've seen worse anyway. XD

Now, if you please, go and enjoy this strange cocktail of scene changes and constant nudity. Thanks!

Not For All the World

Chapter Thirty-Six: Springtime

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because you deserve it."

It was dark and silent, apart from the sound of clinking handcuffs. His head was pounding, possibly bleeding, and Bankotsu was still very drunk, but was alert enough to realize this situation for the danger it held. He'd underestimated his begrudged companion and foolishly allowed himself be lured into this empty room. Promises of Hiten's amiable company were now revealed to be a lie. His captor had only used it to lure him away from the rest of the partygoers. Now he lay on the ground, feeling metal biting into his wrists as he tried fruitlessly to wrench his hands free of the bedpost they'd been handcuffed to.

"Don't waste my time," his captor scoffed, sounding almost bored. Now a sleek leather belt was wound around his neck and pulled tight. "Behave," that cruel voice instructed, "and I won't have to hurt you." But just as he said this the belt tightened and Bankotsu choked, unable to get his hands near enough to free his neck. "An appetizer," his sadistic captor explained, "be a good boy and you won't feel this again."

The terrifying, pleading darkness seemed to be moving closer. Bankotsu's first instinct was to thrash about like a fish out of water, but he forced himself to be still, hoping this would better sate his master. And he was correct. "Good boy." The low, unfamiliar voice showered him with fake praise and the belt was loosened, allowing for a much-needed gasp of precious, life-giving oxygen.

Now the real fear settled in. Cold, unfamiliar hands tugged at his pants, working the ties loose as the praise continued. "Let's see that good behavior again, ne?"

"No…" Bankotsu practically begged. He sounded ready to cry, but his captor didn't seem to care. "What was that? Do you need another taste of this belt?"

"No…"

"Very good."

The tears stung his eyes, much like the pressure between his legs, but this time Bankotsu didn't dare voice his refusal. The leather still bit into his neck, ready and waiting to tighten and cut off his ability to breathe. Thoughtless fingers probed him roughly, testing the waters and spelling out the abuse that was still to come. "Please…" He found himself begging, "Don't do this."

"Why not?" Those fingers were only shoved deeper. "This is what you did to him, afterall. I'm merely returning the favor."

"No I didn't!"

"Oh, spare me." His captor spat out of pure disdain, but Bankotsu was thankful for every merciful drop of lubrication. The searing pain between his legs only grew more intense. Those fingers parted, trying to stretch the tight entrance as far as possible to limit the pain their master would feel when he chose to force the real penetration.

"Don't. Please…" Bankotsu couldn't even stop his body from shivering in disgusting anticipation. His captor, cruel or not, was very beautiful. Long, feminine fingers stroked languidly between his legs, teasing his treacherously stiffened manhood. "Such a good little whore," came the next taunting whisper. "Let's see if you can take cock half as well…"

"Don't, don't… Oh… fuck. that. Hurts." For all the teeth gnashing and painful hissing, Bankotsu took the next step with little resistance. The lithe, catlike body above his moved with surprisingly smooth finesse. Pale, supple flesh sank deeper until fully sheathed, only to be forced back out and the motions repeated.

"Like that?"

"No."

"Liar." That erotic hiss just dripped with amusement. "Take it," he whispered, forcing ever deeper and harder, but unbeknownst to him, dark chocolate-colored eyes observed from only a few feet away.

Hiten stood frozen, having found himself unable to disturb the two who writhed in both pleasure and pain; moaning as their entangled bodies thrashed about on the ground. At first he thought his eyes deceived him, but there was no mistaking that voice. Not to mention the long, flowing red hair. 'My Su-Chan is… fucking my Ban?' He wanted to be angry, but found himself wrestling between both fury and intense arousal.

Even Bankotsu was already dripping with precum, and he didn't even appreciate how rare it was to catch Suzaku being dominant. That precious porcelain rod slammed into those thick caramel hips again and again. Oh, delicious, erotic perfection! Those baby blues screwed shut in either pain or pleasure, Hiten couldn't tell, but the redhead continued; grinding his vengeance only harder. "I always hated you," Suzaku hissed, speaking between thrusts, "you fucking fake-ass, lying son of a-"

"Hypocrite." That redhead froze immediately, realizing too late to dodge Hiten's arms. But he pulled that heated body into a firm embrace and sank his teeth into that sweet-scented neck, unable to stop his hands wandering those smooth, slightly wet curves. Immediately Suzaku melted back into the familiar, submissive little angel Hiten knew so well. He didn't even resist. It was so easy to bend him over and force those perfect legs apart. Now only Hiten controlled the rhythm. Suzaku let him guide so that each thrust forced the redhead down, deeper inside of Bankotsu. Oh, those hot, pleading gasps. Bankotsu and Suzaku moaned intermittently with their sweet pleasure-filled voices dancing together; an erotic duet. The tight, delicious heat coaxed, demanding his immediate orgasm, but unfortunately Hiten chose that exact moment…

To wake up.
-

"Hiten?"

Suzaku looked around the unfamiliar hotel suite, annoyed at being woken so early in the morning. Hiten was nowhere to be found, but unfortunately his annoying, vibrating cellphone was. "Afterparty just ended! Where were you? Call me when you wake up." he read aloud. 'From Tekkei 4:35am.'

That stupid woman. He hadn't meant to, but immediately tossed the cellphone aside, grimacing when it hit the wall with a foreboding clattering sound. "Oops…"

Pushing the heavy comforters aside, Suzaku sat up on the bed, annoyed that Hiten had once again managed to sneak off without waking him. 'Maybe he's just brushing his teeth?' It certainly sounded like there was someone in the bathroom…

"Shit!" Hiten cursed his life as he climbed out of his cold shower. Unfortunately he had not been able to find any other method of calming his raging erection. Shivering still, he yanked one of the towels his way and only wound up cursing again as he accidentally knocked Suzaku's purse from the bathroom counter.

The little pink bag tumbled to the floor, sending cosmetics and other such nonsense rolling around everywhere. "What the fuck…" Hiten growled, raising an eyebrow as he bent down to retrieve the seventh tube of lipstick "this shit's for women."

'Red?' Yuck. Suzaku's precious pink lips were way too good for this shit. Hiten checked to ensure the door was locked and then promptly tossed each tube into the trash. Only the clear, watermelon-scented lipgloss made it past his inspection. 'Su-Chan always tastes like fruits anyway…'

"And what the hell is this?" He popped open the little bottle of clear liquid and sniffed it, immediately recognizing the scent of strawberries. 'Oh, it's that scented lube Ja-Chan couldn't take on the plane.' He rubbed a little of it between his fingers, noticing that it heated up and smelled very nice, like fresh strawberry pancakes. 'Sweet,' he decided, replacing the little pink bag on the bathroom counter but keeping the lube for himself. Maybe if he set it on the bedside table Su-Chan would be tempted to play with it…

He quietly made to sneak back into the bedroom, but it seemed Suzaku was already awake. "Sorry if I woke you," Hiten whispered, suddenly embarrassed. He hadn't even thought to get dressed. His redheaded lover sat in the exact center of that luxurious Hotel bed, wearing nothing more than a thin white sheet: an angel lounging on a blanket of clouds…

"You didn't." Suzaku replied absently, trying not to be too obvious about checking him out. Vaguely he wondered why Hiten had woken and showered so early. And how come he had not braided his hair since they'd arrived in Japan? Did he know how nice it looked, hanging so smoothly against his handsome, well-toned body?

The redhead automatically crawled closer to accept a kiss and those sharp green eyes also noticed the little bottle he still held. "What's that?" he wondered aloud, speaking between the affectionate nips. He loved how Hiten was so like a cat; his first instinct was to pounce…

"It's that lube you got from Ja-Chan." Hiten answered, almost as an afterthought as he coaxed the delectable redhead onto his back. Suzaku was so perfect in bed. He took submissive positions like this without even thinking. Deeper kisses always caused him to lean further back, and when Hiten took his place atop his adorable lover, Suzaku moved automatically to present those perfect hips. 'You belong inside of me,' this motion reminded, and so it was nearly impossible to refuse. Nevermind the fact that Suzaku was already undressed…

"Want to fuck, Su-Chan?"

"But it's so early…"

Hiten ignored the feeble protests of those delectable wet lips, absently wondering why he'd bothered to ask. "So what?"

"And I haven't taken a bath yet…"

"Good," was Hiten's immediate reply, "won't have to worry about making a mess."
He popped that strawberry lube right back open and watched the shimmering liquid drip onto Suzaku's already stiffening erection. The redhead startled, obviously surprised that Hiten had not opted to coat himself instead. "What Su-Chan? Don't tell me you've never had lube on yours…"

"Um…"

'How cute.' Suzaku blushed furiously and even gasped when Hiten took his now sopping wet, sweet-scented prize in both hands, eliciting further embarrassing sounds from those adorable pink lips. "Don't tell me I was right," he teased.

"Why would I ever need-" Suzaku had to pause to bite back a moan "to put it there?"

"Oh, I get it!" Hiten snickered, "you've never fucked anyone before…"

"Of course I haven't!" the redhead snapped, failing in his attempt to look miffed. He was much too adorable to be taken seriously.

"You've never even been with a woman?" Hiten couldn't help but wonder, and Suzaku shook his head. "Wow…" Now he wondered if anyone but himself had even had the pleasure of touching Suzaku like this. His timid companion certainly reacted just like a virgin…

"Su-Chan…" Oh, it was too embarrassing to even voice what he was contemplating now. Hiten toyed with his very sensitive companion, watching those beautiful, lust-filled eyes resist the urge to screw shut. He just couldn't get the sexy, dominant dream-version of his lover out of his head. Maybe he could frustrate Suzaku to the point of actually wanting to be on top… He backed away whenever Suzaku tried to kiss him, listening with amusement to those sweet little pleasure-filled mewls. Sometimes his body betrayed his more submissive nature. Those delicious hips thrust upward into Hiten's waiting hands, and in response he backed a little further away, coaxing Suzaku into moving more. "Stop," those pouting lips begged, but again Hiten only ignored them. This opportunity was much too sweet to pass up. Considering that his redheaded angel was a virgin in any way proved so deliciously arousing… "Want to try something new, Su-Chan?"

"No," was Suzaku's immediate reply, but he still whimpered when Hiten let up. "Hiten quit torturing me!"

"I'm not torturing you."

"Yes you are." the miffed redhead finally sat up, becoming only further annoyed when Hiten laid right down in his place. "Quit!"

"Quit what?"

"Teasing me! Why'd you ask if I wanted to fuck if you were just gonna keep backing off?"

"What do you mean?"

"Hiten…"

"I don't know what's got your panties all up in a wad…" Hiten leaned back, absently folding his arms behind his head and avoiding those glaring green eyes. Su-Chan certainly was predictable. The more you backed off, the more he'd want to come on. Now if only he could find a way to rile him up just a little more. What would it take to get Suzaku pissed enough to initiate?

This was just another game, perhaps the most challenging Hiten had encountered so far, but that didn't mean he'd ever lose… 'Oh, I've got it.'

Hiten rolled over, onto his stomach, then stood on all fours and stretched out luxuriously, just like a cat. His hair fell out of the way, fully exposing his back. 'Perfect.' This immediately demanded Suzaku's attention.

"What are these?"

"What's what, pet?" Hiten wondered, feigning innocent curiosity.

"Fuck marks…" Suzaku could hardly believe his eyes. The long red scratches perfectly matched his own fingers, yet he knew he had not put them there. How in the seven hells had Hiten even found the time to fuck someone else? "Where'd you get these?"

"Oh, I dunno," was Hiten's lofty response. He sat up then and leaned back, pressing himself against Suzaku's soothing warmth. "Probably from all that hot, rough Ja-Chan sex…"

"What?"

"Yeah. Felt pretty amazing…" Hiten teased himself a little closer, trying to coax Suzaku into climbing up on top of him. God, this redhead was so stubborn! Did he never feel the need to just claim what was his? 'Such a fucking woman…' It wasn't any fun to have to spell it out for him. Suzaku's hot, wet erection was already perfectly positioned between his legs…

"Come here, Su-Chan…"

"I don't think I want to."

Suzaku absently ran his fingers over the gently-textured phoenix tattoo, a little bit stunned. He'd long since caught onto what Hiten wanted, but couldn't bring himself to oblige. 'Hiten belongs to me. I guess I should act like it.' His mind screamed yes, but his body refused to obey. Oh, suddenly his chest hurt too much… "Why'd you…"

Hiten immediately caught the sadness in his voice and turned around. "Hey now, it's nothing to be upset about."

"Did you expect me to be glad?"

"No but- Oh Su-Chan come on," Hiten wanted to roll onto his belly under that harsh glare. Those sharp green eyes suddenly glistened with tears. "You said you wouldn't care if-"

"Don't touch me!" Suzaku slapped his hand before Hiten could catch hold of him and backed off. "Fucking horndog son of a-"

"What the fuck? You said I could! Don't fucking say yes if you mean no!"

"Oh my god…" Suzaku growled, tugging on his hair with a frustrated look that clearly said 'you are so fucking stupid.' "I hate you, Hiten."

"Well fuck you!" was his immediate retort, "you're such a bitch!"

"I'm a bitch?" Suzaku scoffed; indignant. "You're the one trying to get me to fuck you."

"Well I don't want you to anymore."

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

By the time they'd reached this impasse the two were almost nose to nose, growling at each other like a pair of ravenous wolves. "Don't ever touch me again," Suzaku hissed, trying to shove Hiten away. "I am so sick of you!"

This time Hiten's snappy retort got caught in his throat and he almost choked on it. Oh, that stupid infuriating redhead! Anger made those eyes glow with irresistible radiance. His tense body just begged to be dominated; put back in its place. "You cheated Suzaku."

"Nope," those pink lips bragged, and this time it was Suzaku that offered a well-earned cocky grin. "I just won."

Hiten scoffed, yanking that beautiful body and shoving his lover face first into the mattress as he took his rightful place atop his redheaded angel. "I fucking love it when you scream like that."

"Oh, I know," Suzaku smirked.

"Will you at least pull my hair?"

"Nope." Suzaku let his giggles escape as he settled himself up onto his knees, presenting those perfect hips so Hiten could pour some more of that strawberry lube between his legs.

"How do you want it?" his conceding lover sighed, massaging that supple, sensitive flesh with his fingers. Suzaku tensed up, letting his pleasure out with a feral growl before voicing his naughty request. "Show me how you did Ja-Chan…"

"You'd bleed," Hiten chuckled, teasing himself up against that tight virginal entrance.

"Did he?"

"Just a bit."

"Did you really have sex with Hiten?"

Bankotsu paused, in the middle of crawling back up onto the bed with his curious lover. Jakotsu hid beneath the blankets, apparently embarrassed by his own question.

"Why would you ask me something like that…"

Jakotsu scoffed as he stated the obvious. "Because it's gonna drive me nuts until I find out!"

"Wow," Bankotsu tried not to laugh as he pulled his cross-dressing companion onto the bed with him. "Aisuru, you're the jealous type?"

"Shut up!"
Those pretty pink cheeks flushed even deeper with those perfect blue streaks cutting across his adorable blush. "I love you," Bankotsu absently mumbled, pressing kisses to his tattoos. "And anyway, didn't you tell me that sex doesn't count as cheating?"

"You got a tattoo for him!" Jakotsu seethed. "That is so obviously cheating!"

"No it's not," Bankotsu sighed, "I loved Hiten, yeah. But it's not like I was actually sleeping with him behind your back. That would just be… well mean."

"So you didn't have sex with him?"

"Not… real sex.." He replied like it was so simple; so obvious.

"What does that mean?"

"Um…" Bankotsu had his hands on his face, probably trying to cool the embarrassment. "Like… vanilla sex but not actual… sex sex."

Jakotsu tried but failed to hold in his snort of laughter. How was it even possible for Bankotsu to still act so innocent? It was so cute how he got so embarrassed, even though the topic itself was not so cute. Bankotsu had always been like that. He'd always been much more reserved.
Jakotsu however, could talk just as dirty as he liked without the slightest hint of embarrassment.

"Not anal sex you mean?"

Bankotsu pressed his face into the pillow for a moment, apparently overwhelmed by his embarrassment. "Yeah, that's what I mean."

"So no, you didn't let Hiten fuck you."

"No…" His reply was almost inaudible, little more than a murmur against the pillow.

"And you didn't fuck him?

"No."

"Well what about oral sex?"

"Airuruuuuu…" the way Bankotsu said that just dripped with torturous humiliation, but Jakotsu persisted; amused. "Yes or no?"

This time Bankotsu could not speak, but he did manage a weak nod.

"Like sixty-nine?"

"Come on, Aisuru…"

"Yes or no?"

Bankotsu let out a long, suffering sigh, but after a moment of silence he nodded again.

"Oh, really…" That wasn't a question. Jakotsu had only bothered to say that to torture his obviously humiliated lover. "I think you should tell me about that in detail…"

"What? That's not fair," Bankotsu huffed.

"Why not? I'd go into detail for you," he offered, "even though Hiten told me to keep it a secret…" 'Curiosity killed the cat,' his rational mind reminded, but Jakotsu only smiled, letting his mischievous nature shine through. "You should have seen it, Aisuru. Hiten's 'company car' is a freakin' limousine! It's got all these big, cozy leather seats and plenty of space for fucking on the floor…"

"No offense," Bankotsu interrupted, "but I thought you guys hated each other."

"Just kinda," Jakotsu explained, "it was the perfect grudgefuck…"

"Ugh."

"Yeah and afterwards all he wanted to do was blab on about how he loves Su-Chan. Guess he's the type that gets all sentimental after a good fuck." Jakotsu paused in his ramblings then, contemplating. "I guess I feel bad for you, Aisuru. You missed out on some very nice cock," he informed, "I think it's weird Hiten loved you and all but didn't even fuck you…"

"Well I think that's exactly why he didn't want real sex. He didn't want to fuck up my life anymore than he already had…"

"That sounds like Hiten's backwards logic," Jakotsu scoffed, annoyed. "that asshole made it sound like you guys were sneaking around on me!"

"Well did you piss him off?"

"Um, Well…"

"Hiten can be very mean when you piss him off," Bankotsu explained. "but if it makes you feel any better, I did punch him. You missed it…"

"Good." Jakotsu sighed, laying back lazily to allow his lover to cover him in kisses. Finally he could rest easy and stop worrying about the past. "That stupid Hiten."

Suzaku threw his gorgeous head back, gasping Hiten's name for what must have been the hundredth time.

"Don't finish," his master reminded, and Hiten growled his obedience, not even pausing for a moment. "I won't," he promised, picking up the speed so he could hear the quickened panting of those precious pink lips. Suzaku was allowing himself to be taken from behind. He must have been feeling abnormally kinky today…

"Su-Chan-"

"Shut up," he snapped, dodging Hiten's kiss, "Not so deep, and a little slower…"

"Ooh, say that again."

"Shut up!"

"Oh… I love you."

"I know." Suzaku reveled in the feel of those powerful hips riding his own, fully enjoying the titillating pleasure of Hiten's well-aimed, intoxicating fuck. There was just something so satisfying about being literally filled with the one person he truly loved. Maybe this was the exact pleasure Hiten was longing to feel for himself; unrivaled closeness and the comforting sensation of being truly treasured, of belonging to someone…

The comforting haze of orgasm clouded Suzaku's mind then, melting all thought into shuddering gasps, but soon he came down off his high, feeling a little bit guilty. 'I'm so selfish...' Maybe he should have taken a shot at being on top after all. Suddenly he felt a bit cruel for having refused to offer such a precious experience to Hiten. Surely he was not the only one with insecurities. Didn't Hiten also deserve this level of calming comfort? "Okay stop."

Hiten immediately obeyed, but also voiced his confusion. "Why?"

"Because I said so," was Suzaku's dodging reply. He lie down then and refused to speak again, seeming lost in some unpleasant thought.

"I didn't hurt you did I?" Hiten wondered, crawling over to try to get those stubborn green eyes to meet his concerned brown ones. "Su-Chan, what's wrong?"

Suzaku shook his head, refusing to admit. He let Hiten lie down too and snuggled up beside him, absently rolling to stare up at the ceiling. The sweet scent of that strawberry lubricant still hung in the air. As did the steam-like reminder of their early morning, erotic endeavors. Every now and then the voices in his head spoke up, offering a word or two that he could comprehend but didn't care to. And the visual hallucinations continued as well. Flits of color appeared, like fluttering animals before his eyes. They were real to Suzaku, and only Suzaku. Every thought contradicted itself. In his mind Hiten loved him dearly but still wanted to leave. It seemed to make sense. Hiten deserved to be cherished, and at the same time would make such a satisfying victim…

"Ne, Hiten?"

"Yes, Pet?" As always Hiten had jumped on the opportunity to encourage Suzaku to open up. But the redhead only voiced a question that stirred anxiety.

"Are you even… happy?"

"What do you mean?"
Suzaku dodged his gaze once again, seeming a bit sad himself.

"We fight a lot…" he began, but Hiten immediately interjected. "That's not fighting, we were doing. It's just a game. It's fun and totally hot."

"Not like what we did today," Suzaku clarified, "I mean real fighting. I actually made you cry like twice ne? And just in a couple of weeks…"

"Well that's-"

"And you always think you've done something bad to me. It seems like you spend most of your time just trying to understand me and making sure I'm not hurt or upset or… homicidal. It's a wonder you even get a chance to sleep at night…"

"It's not like that, Su-Chan." Hiten pulled his lover into a tight embrace, ignoring the little protesting noise he made. It was difficult to decide what he should say, since Suzaku was so sensitive; he could take the most benign statements and read insults into them… 'Paranoid,' Hiten had to remind himself. Softspoken, calm and concise; the only way to address someone so delicate.

"I want to be with you."

'Perfect.' An irrefutable, neutral response.

"But isn't it hard for you?"

"Well," Hiten paused to think that over as well, "Hard is good. Everything worth having is hard to get. Like a good job or a college degree or something."

"Yeah but at least with those you have something to show for it." Suzaku sighed, "Jobs give you money. Psychos like me only cause trouble."

"But you love me, Su-Chan."

"So?"

"Money can't replace that."

'Score one for me!' Hiten was nearly bursting with joy on the inside. His Suzaku had fallen silent, apparently stunned by his brazen honesty. Admittedly he still didn't understand the whole sappy concept of love or whatever, but he did know that he wanted to stay with Suzaku.

'I guess I could be happier…' He'd never bothered to consider that before. But if they were together, he didn't want to rock the boat by asking for anything more. Thinking back on it, most of his anguish, including the worst times, when he genuinely wanted to cry, was caused by separation anxiety; the fear that he and Suzaku could not or would not be able to stay together.

The infidelity was the worst of it. Maybe due to his past experience with Bankotsu's dishonesty, Hiten found himself especially sensitive to that kind of betrayal. But whatever the case, he'd first have to focus on reestablishing trust, then they could both feel comfortable and happy with their relationship. If only Suzaku were a bit more assertive. It would be so healing to hear him say something like 'you're the one I want.' But for someone so submissive and meek, Hiten knew that was a tall order. It was with that one act of confidence, in giving him that locket, that Suzaku first sparked Hiten's genuine interest. If only he would take the initiative and do something like that again… That locket. It had taken Suzaku what, eleven years to finally admit he loved Hiten? Well he could wait eleven more if need be.
Surely they could work out their differences in time, especially since that formerly stubborn redhead had finally started opening up to him.

"Come on." He stood from the bed, hoping to shake Suzaku out of his melancholy reverie. "Let's take a bath in that hottub you love so much."

"You gonna get that tattoo removed?"

"If you want, I guess," Bankotsu shrugged, pressing a few kisses to the body he'd missed so terribly. "I won't even talk to him again if you don't want me to."

"Nevermind," his queen decided, "Maybe you should make up with him afterall."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah," Jakotsu admitted, "it actually might be hot to see you guys make out."

"Perv." Bankotsu shook his head, amused by his suddenly giggling companion.

"Tattoos are hot anyway…"

"I love your tattoos now."

"I'm glad to hear that," Hiten sighed, leaning back against his curious companion's touch.

Suzaku was transfixed, staring at the tattoo on his lover's back. It really was the perfect gift; extravagant, and breathtaking. For some reason he just couldn't tear his eyes away… This phoenix breathed life into his dearest wish. Years could pass, but he would always have his image immortalized on Hiten's perfect body. In light of that disastrous show-down with Bankotsu, Suzaku just could not stop his heart from fluttering. 'My Hiten.' He traced his fingers over each feather, 'Only mine.'

"Does this mean you'll never, ever leave me?"

Hiten scoffed, offering him a teasing retort. "If I say no, are you going to try to drown me?"

Suzaku tittered, brushing Hiten's wet black hair out of his way so he could press affectionate kisses to the tips of each phoenix feather. "No, I guess that would defeat the point..."

"You guess? You're such a psycho."

That phoenix seemed to smile back as Suzaku fingered those flames and feathers, and absently he slid his hands under the water to wrap them around the only one that mattered to him. "Yeah, I guess I am…" Somehow he didn't feel scared or sad anymore. It was the truth after all. He could be honest for the first time in his life because Hiten didn't pull away or grimace or anything like that. "Schizo, Psycho… Might as well accept it."

"That's not true…" He started, splashing a little as Hiten made to turn around and face him. "You're just my Su-Chan. That's all."

The formerly hated jewels pressed against Suzaku's blank forehead and those hot, strong arms held him close as he let his eyes slide shut to revel in the warmth of their embrace. This was Suzaku's dearest wish come true. If only he'd been brave enough to believe in it without the tattoo… "Hiten…" He kissed those smiling lips, whispering a new promise.
"I will be stronger now. I will trust in you."

At this Hiten was taken slightly aback. "What?" he wondered, half joking, "You didn't trust me before?"

"No." was Suzaku's immediate reply. He didn't sound even slightly amused. "I don't trust anyone."

"Ouch…" There wasn't much else to say to that. Yet it seemed to make sense when Hiten considered the term 'paranoid.' Was this why Suzaku never initiated? Was he so terrified of rejection that it paralyzed him? Well that would explain his docile yet guarded, dishonest nature. 'Let Hiten take the lead, then pretend to be whatever seems to suit his fancy most.' That was the name of the game. But Hiten wasn't interested in this fake, subservient Suzaku. He wanted to know what his lover truly wanted, or more importantly, who his lover was. How could you love someone properly if they hid their true self all the time?

Well Suzaku was obviously not going to offer up the information otherwise, so there was only one way to get the truth out of him; ask. Hiten thought it over, but there were at least a million questions he wanted answered. Maybe just choosing them at random would suffice.

"Su-Chan, you hate the television?"

"Yep."

"Okay, I won't expect you to watch it with me anymore then." Well that was a good start. Maybe he could probe a little deeper while Suzaku seemed so willing to share.

"You don't like to be on top?"

This one riled him up a little more. "It's not that I don't like it…" was his quiet reply. Suzaku seemed embarrassed now, perhaps by the fact that he was already clinging to Hiten from behind. "I've just never done it before and…"

"And you think you wont be any good at it."

"Yeah."

"Well that makes sense." Hiten tried to turn around then, but Suzaku dodged and ducked back behind him. Oh, what a shame. He was probably blushing now, with those adorable pink cheeks. "Ask me more questions," he challenged. Maybe this little game was growing on him…

"Alright let me think…" Hiten fidgeted absently with the bubbles floating around them, trying to think back to times when Suzaku's behavior had just completely confused him. 'Oh, I've got one!' "Remember that one time," he tried to think of the most painfree way to phrase the question, knowing that this one was probably going to hit a sore spot with his lover. "When you asked me if I taste like chocolate?"

"Oh…" Suzaku had caught on, but just as Hiten expected, backed off. "Let's not talk about that."

"Su-Chan-"

"No, seriously, you don't want to know anyway."

"Yes I do."

"No you don't."

"Su-Chan quit." Hiten caught him before Suzaku could climb up, out of the hottub and forced the stubborn redhead to sit still and face him. "It's important," he insisted, "so I can understand you better."

Those stubborn green eyes looked so sad now, like Suzaku genuinely expected Hiten to hate him for whatever thoughts were going on behind them. "You won't like me anymore…"

"Yes I will."

"It's gross."

"Well I asked for it."

"No seriously, you might throw up."

"Suzaku…"

"Hiten…"

"You're stalling."

"No I'm not…"

Those cute green eyes rolled upward but Hiten pulled Suzaku only closer, making it very clear that he was not going to back down. "Explain it to me, Su-Chan. Why were you so upset that night?"

Finally Suzaku conceded and offered the explanation. "Well I was thinking about him."

"Who?"

"…"

"Suzaku?"

"Oto-san."

"…"

"Hiten?"

"On second thought, maybe I will puke after all."

"Sorry."

"No, I set myself up for that one." Hiten waved him off, trying very hard to resist the urge to lean over and start dry heaving. "Okay, well at least it couldn't get any worse."

"Actually that's only half of it…"

"Only half?" Hiten could only stare; dubious. 'What could possibly be worse than incestuous oral sex?' Suzaku apparently read his mind, because he answered, "I was eleven."

This time Hiten really did dry heave. Once he'd collected himself however, he suddenly felt enlightened. "Well no wonder you're so fucked up now…"

"Gee, thanks," was Suzaku's sarcastic reply, but Hiten merely hugged him closer, breathing in the calming scent of his lover. Soon his stomach had settled and he smiled wryly, feeling a little bit masochistic. "Least it makes sense now."

"I really am sorry."

"It's not even your fault," Hiten insisted, "you were just a kid."

"Yeah but I should be over it by now…"

"Says who?" Hiten wondered incredulously. "I think you have license to be just as fucked up as you want."

"But I do need to get over it…"

"Well I guess that'd be nice." Hiten hadn't meant to say that. It just kind of slipped out. His mind had immediately begun to recall memories of his many very pleasant experiences with oral sex. As painful as it was to admit, it was for that very reason that Jakotsu had turned out to be the best mistake he'd ever made…

"What are you thinking about, Hiten?"

The hot, sordid images in his mind popped like bubbles as Hiten snapped back to reality and met those curious green eyes again. "Um… nothing important."

"Feels pretty 'important' to me." Suzaku scoffed, shifting himself on Hiten's lap so that his weight conveniently pressed more painfully against his burgeoning erection. "Who were you thinking of?" he hissed, glaring into his lover's now watery brown eyes.

"I'm sorry master," Hiten whispered, torn between being irked and even more painfully aroused. Ohh, dominant, pissed-off Suzaku… "Say that again."

"My god," Suzaku rolled his eyes, "and you bitched at Sean for being such a horndog."

"No I didn't. I bitched at him for hitting on you."

"Uh huh."

"Hey Su-Chan?"

"What?"

"Can we fuck now?"

"Ugh."

"Please?"

"I hate you." Suzaku reached right down between Hiten's legs and dug his claws into the sensitive flesh there, but apparently this only aroused him further.

"Ooh, I love it when you make that face." Hiten growled, pulling Suzaku closer.

"This face? The one that means I want you dead?"

"Yep." He forced a kiss to those precious pink lips, threading his fingers through that damp red hair. Oh, he didn't miss Jakotsu for even a moment now. None of his past partners held even half of Suzaku's charm… "Mmm, I love you," he mumbled vaguely, trailing wet kisses down that sweet, gently heated neck.

"You never answered my question." Suzaku scoffed; still annoyed.

"Jakotsu," his lover responded immediately now. At least Hiten was obedient when he was turned on. "What about Jakotsu?"

"He's amazing with his mouth."

'So am I!' Suzaku bristled. "That's not fair."

"No, it's okay. It doesn't matter," Hiten waved it off like an irksome fly but Suzaku pulled away then; determined once again to completely destroy every trace of Hiten's past lovers.

"Get up here," he demanded, "out of the water. I'll show you something 'amazing.'"

"Oh, also Aisuru," the cross dresser informed, "I kind of made out with Hiten at the hospital. We were asleep."

Bankotsu blushed, pausing as he tried hard not to picture that in his head.
"Ooh, I bet that turned you on," Jakotsu tittered, reaching down to tease his fingers between those powerful, tan legs. "Ooh, I think it did."

"Quit!" Bankotsu insisted, horribly embarrassed, but his mischievous companion only laughed.

In one split second Jakotsu had reversed their positions. That hot, wet tongue slid into his mouth and the two kissed with sudden desperation. 'Oh, how I missed you.' Neither was aware that they had just thought the same thing at the exact same time, and neither cared. The heat flared up instantly between their tightly joined, sorely deprived bodies. Jakotsu practically panted as he spoke again, eager to continue. "How do you want it?" he teased, stroking carefully so that Bankotsu had to bite back a moan before replying. "Any way," he insisted, desperate to get his Aisuru to just shut up and get on with it.

"Ooh, so impatient," Jakotsu tsked, wagging a finger at him. "I think you need to be punished."
With that said the cross dresser gave his lover's behind a sharp slap and then promptly shoved that same wagging finger inside of him.

"Fuck…"

Hiten closed his eyes, trying not to lose himself to the pretty little lips that had just clamped down between his legs. Apparently Suzaku had very successfully kicked his aversion to sucking him off. Was Suzaku just very good at this or was this new, incredible experience to blame for making him so dizzy with arousal? 'Bad idea, bad idea' he bit back a groan as his eyes slid back open against his better judgment. That beautiful head dipped right back down, taking in the very near entirety of his almost painful erection. Suzaku was only halfway out of the water, while Hiten sat up on the side of the tub, with only his feet beneath the surface. That dark red hair was still dripping wet; almost as erotic as his amazing, heated kisses. "Okay, stop," he panted, not wanting to choke his gorgeous lover. The bitterness of disappointment stung as Suzaku obeyed. Those sparkling emerald eyes turned upward, imploring. "Did you like it?"

Hiten bit his knuckle and nodded at the same time. 'How could anyone possibly be so naïve yet so erotic?' Just looking down at those big green eyes and that adorable pouty face made him want to cum. 'That would be bad.' Shaking off the sudden desire to paint Suzaku's adorable face with the pearly white pleasure it was practically begging for, Hiten stood and none too gently yanked his beautiful companion out of the bath.

"Come on, you'll get dizzy if we stay in there." Suzaku followed obediently, allowing Hiten to wrap one of the large, fluffy hotel bathrobes around him. "How sweet."

"Poor, naïve Su-Chan," Hiten scoffed, kissing those plump pink lips as he shoved his lover up against the wall. "Don't you realize? I'm about to fuck you up."

"Oh no," Suzaku fake whimpered, trying not to laugh. He ducked out of Hiten's grip and ran off into the bedroom, amused by how easily his cat-like companion recaptured him. Hiten hoisted his giggling prey right off those dainty little feet and tossed him down onto the bed, pouncing with playful nips and countless wet kisses.

"Teehee…" Suzaku blushed as that cliché little titter escaped him. 'So incurably adorable!' Hiten nuzzled that beautiful face; nose to nose, heart to heart, dripping wet and just as careless. "I love you," he growled, amused by the immediate, chirping reply of his beloved phoenix.
"I love you more…"

"Oh, I doubt that."

"Oh, I don't know," Suzaku challenged, casting his eyes upward with a playful grin. "Hiten talks so big, but I don't think he could back it up…"

"Cheeky," Hiten tittered, surprised that his mischievous companion could say such things while pinned beneath him. 'Back it up…' He repeated those words in his head, glancing down at their very intimately entwined bodies. He hadn't noticed before, but Suzaku's adorable, dripping pink head was situated right between his legs. Oh, why hadn't he been smart enough to think of this earlier? With Suzaku pinned like this the performance anxiety would be eliminated; Hiten could do all the work himself. For the second time he reached over and poured a generous amount of that strawberry-scented lubricant onto that tempting vanilla rod; wondering what it would feel like inside of him. He moved immediately to find out but Suzaku interrupted; shocked. "What are you doing?"

"Backing it up," Hiten replied simply. He then reached down and carefully stroked Suzaku, coaxing that porcelain rod into it's most firm state before easing it up inside of himself. 'Woah.' This felt weird, and proved to be much more difficult than it looked. But the heated, strawberry scented lube offered more comfortable ease. It was much like diving into a pool of water; the quicker the better. Hiten took almost the entire length in one smooth motion and both lovers had to pause, gasping with the intense pressure. Suzaku panted, conceding. "Oh…" he moaned, thrusting upward to sheathe himself completely in that yielding, delicious heat, "you were right. We'll have to do this more often."

"I'm always right." Hiten offered him a very cocky grin and then pushed himself up onto his palms, only to slide right back down that smooth, stiff length.

Suzaku moaned shamelessly, matching his shuddering, automatic rhythm. The sensation was simply incredible… "Does it hurt?" he couldn't help but wonder.

"Oh yes," Hiten groaned, "It hurts so good."

"Wow," the redhead sighed, "for once you're more gay than me, Hiten."

"Keep talking," he retorted, kissing those sweet pink lips as he forced himself back down. "Payback time will be very very soon…"

"What?"

"Oh nothing." Hiten fought the urge to snicker. 'Su-Chan's gonna hate it when I cum on his stomach…'

"Careful with that thing." Bankotsu protested, shoving his sadistically tittering companion away.
Jakotsu ignored this and continued to rub his new watermelon-flavored lube between those hot caramel thighs. He teased himself right up against that unyielding entrance and kissed his lover with slyly distracting ferocity. Finally Bankotsu relaxed enough to allow for the initial thrust but reflexively threw his head back, panting. The deeper Jakotsu sank into him, the more intense their precious, almost overwhelming connection. "Beg for it," the sadistic snake hissed, sinking his fangs into his lover's neck.

'Wow…' Bankotsu couldn't recall his Aisuru ever being so dominant before. Not since the very first time his more experienced companion first taught him to make love. It was very refreshing; exotic. "Please…" that humiliating, shuddering whisper was all it took. The pressure doubled and the speed quickened immediately. Powerful, precise strokes pumped the pleasure inside with ever increasing intensity. With his eyes screwed shut, Bankotsu guided those smooth, voluptuous hips; encouraging. "Deeper-" The command was met with immediate obedience. Each sweet, desperate pant seemed to echo; reverberating with the shuddering, gasping pleasure. "Aisuru…" Jakotsu moaned. The urgent warning in his voice only increased the fervor. Hungry, wet lips met, nearly mimicking the erotic slapping of flesh. The violent shuddering of climax shook the both of them as Bankotsu swallowed the gasp of his own name into their kiss.

"My turn, now." Bankotsu chuckled, ignoring his partner's groan. He swiftly reversed their positions and pinned those thin, feminine wrists easily in one hand. Jakotsu was still breathing heavily as he pulled his legs up to his chest so that his beautiful body lie in wait; shameless and provocative. The way he gasped and shook with the rush of initial penetration was nothing short of incredible. Wet, sticky, delicious domination. The slick nectar between his own legs went unnoticed as Bankotsu forced himself deeper, faster. There was only the tight, overwhelming ecstasy of that flawless, pulsing perfection. Everything was so loud, so wet, and unbearably hot. Relief crashed down in shuddering waves of erotic release and finally both could rest, whispering their sweet nothings all the while. "So amazing," "So hot," "I love you,"
"My Sweet-" "Aisuru," The words ran together sometimes and were cut off by kisses other times, but neither lover cared. The sweet, watermelon-scented afterglow of their lovemaking flowed like warm, sticky honey.

"See, you can see your phoenix. Isn't this a nice position?"

"Um…" Suzaku blushed, turning red in his embarrassment. His powerful, regal lion was currently leaned on all fours, in front of him; presenting. "Come on, Su-Chan…" Hiten purred, arching his back as he tried to coax his timid lover back up inside of him. "Didn't you say you wanted to get me back for the mess I made on your stomach?" Suzaku shook his beautiful head, much too flustered to take the initiative. "Why so shy?" he teased, "don't you ever want to just claim your territory?" The stubborn redhead was obviously tempted. He tried not to bite down on one of those perfectly manicured nails as he shook his head; refusing.

"So stubborn."

Suzaku almost whimpered, staring down at him. The gorgeous phoenix tattoo seemed to wink back into his matching green eyes. Hiten's long wet hair was draped elegantly over his shoulder, offering a very generous view of his glorious body. But this was just too new. The timid redhead had never considered it before, but his partner was just as eligible a candidate for being taken from behind. Of course however, that didn't make it any easier to accept such a daunting, exotic task. 'Hiten, my master, who can lift my entire body with one hand… wants me to fuck him…' "Nope. I can't do it."

Hiten couldn't help but chuckle when he heard this. But it was just as well. He turned right around and pounced his adorable, stubborn companion, nuzzling that incurably cute face. "Well then Su-Chan," He whispered, kissing those sweet pink lips at least a dozen times before continuing, "I guess you'll have to find another way to claim me for yourself…"

"What do you mean?"

"Well otherwise I might just sneak off, ne? Slip away and never come back…"

"Don't say that!" Suzaku immediately clung to him; wrapping his arms around Hiten's neck.

'Too easy.' Hiten snickered as he snuggled closer into that insistent embrace. He knew just what to say to rile his Su-Chan up the most. It was so refreshing to see Suzaku displaying Hiten's own feelings of vulnerability and possessiveness. They wanted each other over everything and anything else.

"You can't leave me…" those pouty pink lips insisted, "don't even joke about that…"

"But I could…"

"No!" Suzaku held him so much tighter, as if he were trying to force their bodies to just meld together and become one. "Please," he begged, "Never, never…"

"Unless?" Hiten prompted, again trying not to snicker.

Suzaku looked so confused. He fell silent, trying to figure out how to answer that question.
"Umm…" There was no answer. He could think of no possible circumstance that could necessitate their splitting up. "Nothing. You can't ever leave me, Hiten."

"Well what if I die?" Hiten wondered.

"Oh…" He had not considered that, but perhaps it was true afterall. Only death could possibly have the power to separate true lovers… "I guess that would be the only reason."

"What are you trying to say, Su-Chan?" Hiten positively glowed as he smiled down at those adorable green eyes, feigning innocent curiosity. "Something like… Til death do us part?"

Suzaku caught his drift but didn't even dare to speak.

"That's kinda catchy," Hiten fake mused, a finger to his lips, "I think I like the sound of it… And if I remember correctly, that kind of thing is legal back home in America…"

"No way…"

"Yes way."

Suzaku was so shocked that he actually let go. But Hiten merely took advantage of this and trailed kisses all the way down his arm, stopping once he finally reached the naked little finger he wanted to wrap his heart around. "We don't have any plans today. Let's go get my locket fixed like I promised. And then… we can pick out a ring for you…"

"Oh. My. God." Suzaku looked ready to burst with joy, or maybe he'd start to hyperventilate.

"Don't die on me n-" Hiten teased, but suddenly the redhead pounced him, reversing their positions in one split second. "Say it!" those grinning pink lips insisted. Suzaku caught him by the shoulders and shook, ignoring his retort of "you just can't make this easy on me…"

"Say it!"

"Fine," Hiten conceded, wondering just who would die of embarrassment first.
"I'm asking you to marry me."

"Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

"What the fuck?" Jakotsu groaned, shoving his sleepy lover out of the way. His cellphone had been vibrating for at least five minutes now. "6:38am. Raiyuki Hiten" the LCD read. "Figures. That stupid-"

"Ja-Chan!"

Jakotsu startled, recognizing his cellphone-hating best friend's voice. "Su-Chan?"

"Oh my gawwwd, you will not bah-leave what Hiten just said!"

"Do you know what time it is Su-Chan?" Jakotsu raised an eyebrow as Hiten's obviously annoyed voice issued from the other end, trying to persuade his overly enthusiastic companion to give his cellphone back.

"Su-Chan come on it's too early for this shit."
"Shut up! You said I could mess with your phone when I want!"
"Leave the poor Queen alone."
"No!"
"You just can't make this easy…"

Suzaku ignored him; ecstatic. His voice was so high-pitched it was almost impossible to understand. "Hiten just asked me to marry him!"

"What?" Now the cross dresser bolted upright, wide awake. "You're kidding!"

"Nope! I get a ring and everything! Kyaaa!"
"I hate you," Hiten was growling. "I hate all of you freakin' women."

Jakotsu could not speak. He merely turned to regard Bankotsu, who was hanging over his shoulder with a look of pure, speechless shock on his face.

"Sorry we woke you your majesty." Hiten had finally wrestled his cellphone out of Suzaku's hands and pinned him down, but the redhead only giggled uncontrollably, lost somewhere out on cloud nine. "Don't get all excited. I want to wait 'til spring so we can have the ceremony outside."

"Oh my gawwd!" Jakotsu gushed, "You already have plans for the time and place?"

"So?" Poor Hiten was probably wishing he could drop dead right about now. He had a squealing drama queen in both of his ears... "I told you already, back in the limo!"

"I thought you were bullshitting me!"

"Why does everyone think I'm a liar?"

"Wait, wait, wait!" Jakotsu insisted; immediately caught up with his best friend's excitement, "What about the bachelor and bachelorette parties! And the best man! And the bridesmaids!"

"Not until Spring…"

Ignoring this, Jakotsu promptly hung up and hopped right out of bed, much to his equally nude boyfriend's dismay. He burst right into his guest bedroom and gave an ecstatic announcement.
"Guys wake up! Especially Naraku!" He commanded, ignoring the embarrassed squeals of his female party guests. Most everyone else ducked and shielded their eyes, but Naraku just paused his video game and shrugged. "What?"

"Be ready for Spring break!" The queen decreed, "You're comin' with me and Bankotsu to America. We got a bachelorette party to plan and a gay wedding to crash!"

"Okay." GayTony resumed and Jakotsu wandered right back to bed.

"Good news though," Naraku muttered to the others, who were still too terrified to uncover their eyes, "looks like things did get nice and messy with Bankotsu."

"Yeah but we epic-failed," Inuyasha sighed, "they're still going to America."

"Well then we'll go with them!" his girlfriend interjected, "Bachelorette party!"

"Fuck my life," Inuyasha sighed, burying his head back into his sleeping bag. The poor hanyou didn't know it, but he'd fallen right into the shoes of poor Raiyuki Hiten. Being Bankotsu's best friend was very hard work…