Sheer Insanity by Cosmic Castaway
Chapter 3
"Hmm, where are you, ramen....this one? Eww, that's rotted! Yuck! Wait...All right! This is it for sure!"
After several moments of rummaging through the brightly-lit fridge, Inuyasha had found what he'd been searching for. Putting the tupperware bowl to his lips and grabbing a pair of utensils in his right hand, he sipped the yellow liquid noisily. Then comically, he pulled back from it, eyes shut tight and teeth clenched, his grip on his chopsticks trembling.
"C...coooold! Ke, I should have realized...this thing needs heating up! Especially at this time of year..."
The black-haired young man got to his feet, bumping his head on the shed's low ceiling in the process. "Gya! Fuck! Stupid shed!" Inuyasha swore, and turned to kick at the offending building. As he swerved around to do so, however, his face was met with the silhouette of a scantily-clad figure in the doorway. For a moment he lost his breath, completely startled.
Then he caught sight of the stripes on the figure's cheeks.
Inuyasha chuckled sheepishly. "Oi, Jakotsu...just you. Wow, you didn't see that, did you? The shed started it...heh..."
Jakotsu didn't respond. He ran his tongue across his lips, grinning oddly. Stepping into the pale, gray light, his eyes seemed different than usual. He giggled eerily to himself, seeming to stare the other man down as if he were prey to a hungry wolf.
Inuyasha swallowed. "Uh...what are you doing?"
Jakotsu reached out to grab the shorter man by the collar of his costume, staring daggers into the other's dark brown eyes. "No one will hear you, Inuyasha. No one will come for you."
"What?! I'm not exactly clear on what you're getting at here." Inuyasha stated, his voice sounding small and confused. He reached out to pull Jakotsu's hand from him, but the taller man shoved him to the ground.
"Fine. Let me show you then."
Jakotsu poised himself above Inuyasha, straddling his body. Fumbling around beneath the long-haired man, he found the zipper on the costume and pulled it down. Placing his hands on the other's now-bared chest, he leaned down over Inuyasha, forcefully kissing him.
"Mmmf! Mmmf!"
"Have something to say, Inuyasha?" Jakotsu teased, pulling away.
Inuyasha looked back up at him, looking shocked and betrayed all at once. "You wouldn't..."
Jakotsu trailed his hands down the other's side, snaking around to his bottom, playing with his entrance there. Inuyasha arched his back, groaning loudly. "Please...don't..."
The one above him, however, moved his hand away again. He brought it up to stroke at Inuyasha's angry, blushing face. "Mmm...let me come inside of you. I'll make you forget aaall about Kagome-chan...."
"No..." Inuyasha growled. "I don't like you that way! I don't want that!"
Jakotsu flinched at the statement. His features looked hurt, and angry. "Why not?! I could have loved you so much more than her!!" Fiercely he pressed his lips on Inuyasha's, shoving his tongue in the other's mouth. Snaking a hand down to fondle the other's crotch, Jakotsu felt a flood of triumph as the tongue against his began to move. Inuyasha, to his horror, was responding to the kiss.
"Nn!"
"Yesss...that's it! You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?"
Inuyasha glared back at the other man, though his heavy breathing betrayed how his body was feeling. "Jakotsu, I will never forgive you if you go through with this! Kagome will never forgive you! And...you will lose Bankotsu, too."
Jakotsu paused for a moment, thinking on this. But his eyes became narrowed again. "No I won't. Because I always get whatever I want. And you...you won't tell them."
Inuyasha became seriously scared at this statement. Jakotsu had once been the part of a street gang...but was he capable of killing him? It was only a bunch of orphans, right?
"H-how will you m-make me not tell?" Inuyasha stammered softly.
Jakotsu laughed at the tone in his desired one's voice. "Baka...you think I would murder you? You are...all the same. You all think I'm some maniac!"
"Huh," Inuyasha muttered, "I wonder why."
"Shut up! You asshole..." Jakotsu snarled, "You won't tell because you're too damn prideful! You wouldn't want any of your friends to know that the big, tough Inuyasha was finally held down and fucked out of his mind by that psycho fag he always hangs out with. You'd be outcasted, Inuyasha...outcasted just like me."
Inuyasha bit his lip. Jakotsu was right. "You perverted bastard..."
"Hehehe...say all you want, Inuyasha. You are mine now."
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"All right, hand 'em over!" Bankotsu demanded, trying his best not to laugh.
Miroku drooped his head, sighing in defeat. "W...why me?"
"Ke! It's not my fault you're such a loser! I did warn you, manwhore."
"Fine. Take them! Take them ALL!" Miroku shoved the pile of different-colored panties into his opponent's arms, tearlines streaking down his face. "It's not like they MEAN anything!"
Bankotsu took the items graciously. He himself had betted Jakotsu...what the married man would have done with him, he had no desire to either think about or know. Lucky for him, however, Miroku was likely to be the worst shogi player he had ever encountered. "Well...Jakotsu should have fun with these..."
At that point, the door to the bedroom slammed open. Both men nearly wet their pants at the sound and the expression on the one responsible's face.
"HOUSHI!!" Sango growled, her body seemingly enveloped in flame, "Why are you betting MY UNDERWEAR off to OUR GUESTS?!"
"Gya! Anou...well, Sango, dear....you don't have to use my title...!" Miroku stammered, moving to hide behind Bankotsu. "Sa...save me!"
"Hey, I won it fairly. You're on your own on this one, Miroku." Bankotsu told him. The last thing he needed to deal with was an angry woman...it was a fate, quite often, worse than death.
Sango walked over to Miroku and bopped him on the head with her fist, softly enough not to hurt him, but hard enough to get her point across. "You are UNBELIEVABLE! Why didn't you bet off your own clothing?!"
Miroku rubbed his head, peeking out at his wife through one eye. "Sango-chan, I don't think Bankotsu would have wanted my underwear..."
Sango paused for a moment, looking between the two of them with disbelieving eyes. "Miroku....he's GAY!"
"Hey now, lady, that doesn't mean I..." Bankotsu tried to reply, but Miroku slapped a hand over the braided man's face.
"He didn't mean it, sweetie. He's CRAZY about my underwear!" Miroku fished around in an open drawer, placing a pair of Ninja Turtle briefs on Bankotsu's head. "See? He loves them! Here, let me trade them for you..."
Bankotsu elbowed Miroku in the stomach and flung the garment off his head. "Disgusting!! And what are you, four?!"
Miroku twiched on the bed, rubbing the spots where he'd been hit and jabbed in a span of ten seconds' time. "The paaain...I feel so abused..."
Sango sighed. It was often very difficult to stay seriously angry at Miroku...especially when his ridiculous collection of cartoon-print undergarments were involved. "Eh...just give me back my stuff, and we'll call it even."
Bankotsu pouted. "But...I won them!"
"Okay, then," Sango deliberated. "Bankotsu, is it? Do you like...candy, perhaps?"
Miroku raised up his hand in protest. "No, not THAT! Anything but that..."
Bankotsu nodded slowly. "I...do enjoy the occasional treat..."
Sango grinned. "Do you enjoy the occasional treat while you're, say....in bed?"
"....Yeah." Bankotsu blinked.
"Well...you wait right here and we'll call it an even trade, ne?"
"Don't do it, Sango!" Miroku beat his fist on the end-table, only succeeding in injuring himself further.
Shuffling around in the closet, Sango returned with a large, dark-red box of -
"Not the CHOCOLATE HANDCUFFS! My hopes, Sango! My DREAMS!" Miroku buried his face in his arms, pretending to sob.
Sango placed her foot on his head. "Oh stop it. It's not like I'd ever let you use them on me, you perv."
Bankotsu grinned. "I think I could take you up on that offer. Here, the panties are yours!"
Sango gratefully took back her pile, placing them neatly back in her drawer. Miroku continued to mope as he went to put up his shogi set. "And Mushin used to say I did so well..."
Bankotsu tucked the box into his costume, smiling at what Jakotsu's reaction would be to his win. His boyfriend wasn't big on sweets, but was certainly big on kink, and handcuffs you could eat, well, that would be something he'd jump all over. "Well, these will be gone by tomorrow...and if Jakotsu's not in the mood, well, I'm eating them anyways."
Sango had pulled Miroku onto her lap and was petting his hair, comforting him. "Well, have fun with them. But you should probably put them in the cooler or something, or they'll melt before you get them home."
"Yeah, you're probably right," Bankotsu replied. "And Miroku! Anytime you want to play shogi again, I'm ready for it! Next time we'll play for cash!"
Miroku groaned and buried his face into Sango's legs. She flicked the top of his head, eyes wary.
"Ecchi...don't be enjoying this too much!"
"But Sango!"
Shaking his head, Bankotsu got himself up and left the room. Those two...they were some couple! Amusing, but seemed to be very much in love. He wondered - were he and Jakotsu very much the same way? Smiling fondly, he realized, the answer was yes.
"Hey, you," Bankotsu asked the nearest person. It was a clueless-looking boy with honey-brown hair, who appeared to be dressed as a pilgrim of sorts. "Do you know where I can find a cooler or a fridge?"
"Oh, hi!" The boy greeted cheerfully. "I'm Houjou!" His face seemed to grow concerned, confusing Bankotsu. "You know, there's decaffienated soda in the fridge outside...alcohol, you see, is not very good for you! I myself avoid it, you know, except in small doses for traditional holidays."
Bankotsu blinked. "Uh...good for you. I'm not looking for a drink, though...just a place to put some chocolate I won in a game of shogi."
The boy's eyes lit up. "Oh, that's wonderful! Chocolate (when eaten responsibly, of course) releases endorphins in the brain. It creates the feeling of being in love...especially for women! Very useful for calming nerves!"
"Um, okay. That's very interesting," Bankotsu replied, completely taken aback by the unusual man. "But can you please tell me a place I can put it?"
"Oh," Hojou replied, thinking on this. "If I were you, I'd put it in the fridge outside in the shed. Someone could eat it if you just put it in the kitchen one, or in the cooler with the drinks. Yeah, safest bet would be that one!"
Bankotsu nodded. "Thanks." As he turned to leave, he heard the man continue to call to him.
"Be careful, though. That's Miroku's personal fridge...there's a high possibility of your encountering a food item that isn't conductive to one's health!"
"What an oddball..." Bankotsu muttered, but he couldn't help smiling.
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Hugging his shoulders, Bankotsu felt a cold shiver run down his back. "Damn it's cold..." he commented to himself. "I could just leave the handcuffs out here and they'd be fine! Really...Jakotsu probably froze to death out here."
Smiling with relief, Bankotsu spotted the shed in a shadowy corner of the yard. "Creepy lookin' thing..."
As he got closer, he thought he heard breathing. Heavy breathing, and moans. Bankotsu's heart began to hammer. "Ghosts? N...no...impossible. That's silly. It just the wierd atmosphere, because it's almost Halloween." The braided man nodded. "Yeah. I'm being an ass. Ghosts? Heh, yeah right."
Bankotsu took a deep breath, standing outside the door. The wind rustled through the trees, chilling his skin, flushing his cheeks. Brittle fallen leaves brushed against his ankles and rolled away into darkness. He could still hear the strange noises as well. "Stupid chocolate. Maybe I'll give it back to Miroku. He seemed to really want them. I...gya! This is ridiculous! I'm going in!" Jaw set, Bankotsu flung open the door.
Jakotsu looked up at him, skin beaded with sweat, barely dressed. Inuyasha was pinned beneath him, his eyes searching desparately. Though wild with anger at first, the effeminate man's eyes slowly softened, and he glanced forth pitifully as he recognized the intruder. "Aniki...!"
Mouth agape, Bankotsu lifted a hand to his lips to feel if he was still breathing. This shouldn't...couldn't...absoluntely was not happening. No...not to him. It felt like Ginkotsu's steel fist had punched him in the stomach. Wetness and heat filling his eyes, he gripped the frame of the door, falling to his knees. "Jakotsu...how could you...?"
"Bankotsu! He tried to rape me!" Inuyasha managed to choke out.
Jakotsu felt gripped by the cold white hand of fear; A fear of losing the one he loved most in the world. The black-haired youth beneath him wasn't worth it. "Bankotsu, no -"
But it was too late for the both of them. Bankotsu was gone.
Chapter 3
"Hmm, where are you, ramen....this one? Eww, that's rotted! Yuck! Wait...All right! This is it for sure!"
After several moments of rummaging through the brightly-lit fridge, Inuyasha had found what he'd been searching for. Putting the tupperware bowl to his lips and grabbing a pair of utensils in his right hand, he sipped the yellow liquid noisily. Then comically, he pulled back from it, eyes shut tight and teeth clenched, his grip on his chopsticks trembling.
"C...coooold! Ke, I should have realized...this thing needs heating up! Especially at this time of year..."
The black-haired young man got to his feet, bumping his head on the shed's low ceiling in the process. "Gya! Fuck! Stupid shed!" Inuyasha swore, and turned to kick at the offending building. As he swerved around to do so, however, his face was met with the silhouette of a scantily-clad figure in the doorway. For a moment he lost his breath, completely startled.
Then he caught sight of the stripes on the figure's cheeks.
Inuyasha chuckled sheepishly. "Oi, Jakotsu...just you. Wow, you didn't see that, did you? The shed started it...heh..."
Jakotsu didn't respond. He ran his tongue across his lips, grinning oddly. Stepping into the pale, gray light, his eyes seemed different than usual. He giggled eerily to himself, seeming to stare the other man down as if he were prey to a hungry wolf.
Inuyasha swallowed. "Uh...what are you doing?"
Jakotsu reached out to grab the shorter man by the collar of his costume, staring daggers into the other's dark brown eyes. "No one will hear you, Inuyasha. No one will come for you."
"What?! I'm not exactly clear on what you're getting at here." Inuyasha stated, his voice sounding small and confused. He reached out to pull Jakotsu's hand from him, but the taller man shoved him to the ground.
"Fine. Let me show you then."
Jakotsu poised himself above Inuyasha, straddling his body. Fumbling around beneath the long-haired man, he found the zipper on the costume and pulled it down. Placing his hands on the other's now-bared chest, he leaned down over Inuyasha, forcefully kissing him.
"Mmmf! Mmmf!"
"Have something to say, Inuyasha?" Jakotsu teased, pulling away.
Inuyasha looked back up at him, looking shocked and betrayed all at once. "You wouldn't..."
Jakotsu trailed his hands down the other's side, snaking around to his bottom, playing with his entrance there. Inuyasha arched his back, groaning loudly. "Please...don't..."
The one above him, however, moved his hand away again. He brought it up to stroke at Inuyasha's angry, blushing face. "Mmm...let me come inside of you. I'll make you forget aaall about Kagome-chan...."
"No..." Inuyasha growled. "I don't like you that way! I don't want that!"
Jakotsu flinched at the statement. His features looked hurt, and angry. "Why not?! I could have loved you so much more than her!!" Fiercely he pressed his lips on Inuyasha's, shoving his tongue in the other's mouth. Snaking a hand down to fondle the other's crotch, Jakotsu felt a flood of triumph as the tongue against his began to move. Inuyasha, to his horror, was responding to the kiss.
"Nn!"
"Yesss...that's it! You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?"
Inuyasha glared back at the other man, though his heavy breathing betrayed how his body was feeling. "Jakotsu, I will never forgive you if you go through with this! Kagome will never forgive you! And...you will lose Bankotsu, too."
Jakotsu paused for a moment, thinking on this. But his eyes became narrowed again. "No I won't. Because I always get whatever I want. And you...you won't tell them."
Inuyasha became seriously scared at this statement. Jakotsu had once been the part of a street gang...but was he capable of killing him? It was only a bunch of orphans, right?
"H-how will you m-make me not tell?" Inuyasha stammered softly.
Jakotsu laughed at the tone in his desired one's voice. "Baka...you think I would murder you? You are...all the same. You all think I'm some maniac!"
"Huh," Inuyasha muttered, "I wonder why."
"Shut up! You asshole..." Jakotsu snarled, "You won't tell because you're too damn prideful! You wouldn't want any of your friends to know that the big, tough Inuyasha was finally held down and fucked out of his mind by that psycho fag he always hangs out with. You'd be outcasted, Inuyasha...outcasted just like me."
Inuyasha bit his lip. Jakotsu was right. "You perverted bastard..."
"Hehehe...say all you want, Inuyasha. You are mine now."
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"All right, hand 'em over!" Bankotsu demanded, trying his best not to laugh.
Miroku drooped his head, sighing in defeat. "W...why me?"
"Ke! It's not my fault you're such a loser! I did warn you, manwhore."
"Fine. Take them! Take them ALL!" Miroku shoved the pile of different-colored panties into his opponent's arms, tearlines streaking down his face. "It's not like they MEAN anything!"
Bankotsu took the items graciously. He himself had betted Jakotsu...what the married man would have done with him, he had no desire to either think about or know. Lucky for him, however, Miroku was likely to be the worst shogi player he had ever encountered. "Well...Jakotsu should have fun with these..."
At that point, the door to the bedroom slammed open. Both men nearly wet their pants at the sound and the expression on the one responsible's face.
"HOUSHI!!" Sango growled, her body seemingly enveloped in flame, "Why are you betting MY UNDERWEAR off to OUR GUESTS?!"
"Gya! Anou...well, Sango, dear....you don't have to use my title...!" Miroku stammered, moving to hide behind Bankotsu. "Sa...save me!"
"Hey, I won it fairly. You're on your own on this one, Miroku." Bankotsu told him. The last thing he needed to deal with was an angry woman...it was a fate, quite often, worse than death.
Sango walked over to Miroku and bopped him on the head with her fist, softly enough not to hurt him, but hard enough to get her point across. "You are UNBELIEVABLE! Why didn't you bet off your own clothing?!"
Miroku rubbed his head, peeking out at his wife through one eye. "Sango-chan, I don't think Bankotsu would have wanted my underwear..."
Sango paused for a moment, looking between the two of them with disbelieving eyes. "Miroku....he's GAY!"
"Hey now, lady, that doesn't mean I..." Bankotsu tried to reply, but Miroku slapped a hand over the braided man's face.
"He didn't mean it, sweetie. He's CRAZY about my underwear!" Miroku fished around in an open drawer, placing a pair of Ninja Turtle briefs on Bankotsu's head. "See? He loves them! Here, let me trade them for you..."
Bankotsu elbowed Miroku in the stomach and flung the garment off his head. "Disgusting!! And what are you, four?!"
Miroku twiched on the bed, rubbing the spots where he'd been hit and jabbed in a span of ten seconds' time. "The paaain...I feel so abused..."
Sango sighed. It was often very difficult to stay seriously angry at Miroku...especially when his ridiculous collection of cartoon-print undergarments were involved. "Eh...just give me back my stuff, and we'll call it even."
Bankotsu pouted. "But...I won them!"
"Okay, then," Sango deliberated. "Bankotsu, is it? Do you like...candy, perhaps?"
Miroku raised up his hand in protest. "No, not THAT! Anything but that..."
Bankotsu nodded slowly. "I...do enjoy the occasional treat..."
Sango grinned. "Do you enjoy the occasional treat while you're, say....in bed?"
"....Yeah." Bankotsu blinked.
"Well...you wait right here and we'll call it an even trade, ne?"
"Don't do it, Sango!" Miroku beat his fist on the end-table, only succeeding in injuring himself further.
Shuffling around in the closet, Sango returned with a large, dark-red box of -
"Not the CHOCOLATE HANDCUFFS! My hopes, Sango! My DREAMS!" Miroku buried his face in his arms, pretending to sob.
Sango placed her foot on his head. "Oh stop it. It's not like I'd ever let you use them on me, you perv."
Bankotsu grinned. "I think I could take you up on that offer. Here, the panties are yours!"
Sango gratefully took back her pile, placing them neatly back in her drawer. Miroku continued to mope as he went to put up his shogi set. "And Mushin used to say I did so well..."
Bankotsu tucked the box into his costume, smiling at what Jakotsu's reaction would be to his win. His boyfriend wasn't big on sweets, but was certainly big on kink, and handcuffs you could eat, well, that would be something he'd jump all over. "Well, these will be gone by tomorrow...and if Jakotsu's not in the mood, well, I'm eating them anyways."
Sango had pulled Miroku onto her lap and was petting his hair, comforting him. "Well, have fun with them. But you should probably put them in the cooler or something, or they'll melt before you get them home."
"Yeah, you're probably right," Bankotsu replied. "And Miroku! Anytime you want to play shogi again, I'm ready for it! Next time we'll play for cash!"
Miroku groaned and buried his face into Sango's legs. She flicked the top of his head, eyes wary.
"Ecchi...don't be enjoying this too much!"
"But Sango!"
Shaking his head, Bankotsu got himself up and left the room. Those two...they were some couple! Amusing, but seemed to be very much in love. He wondered - were he and Jakotsu very much the same way? Smiling fondly, he realized, the answer was yes.
"Hey, you," Bankotsu asked the nearest person. It was a clueless-looking boy with honey-brown hair, who appeared to be dressed as a pilgrim of sorts. "Do you know where I can find a cooler or a fridge?"
"Oh, hi!" The boy greeted cheerfully. "I'm Houjou!" His face seemed to grow concerned, confusing Bankotsu. "You know, there's decaffienated soda in the fridge outside...alcohol, you see, is not very good for you! I myself avoid it, you know, except in small doses for traditional holidays."
Bankotsu blinked. "Uh...good for you. I'm not looking for a drink, though...just a place to put some chocolate I won in a game of shogi."
The boy's eyes lit up. "Oh, that's wonderful! Chocolate (when eaten responsibly, of course) releases endorphins in the brain. It creates the feeling of being in love...especially for women! Very useful for calming nerves!"
"Um, okay. That's very interesting," Bankotsu replied, completely taken aback by the unusual man. "But can you please tell me a place I can put it?"
"Oh," Hojou replied, thinking on this. "If I were you, I'd put it in the fridge outside in the shed. Someone could eat it if you just put it in the kitchen one, or in the cooler with the drinks. Yeah, safest bet would be that one!"
Bankotsu nodded. "Thanks." As he turned to leave, he heard the man continue to call to him.
"Be careful, though. That's Miroku's personal fridge...there's a high possibility of your encountering a food item that isn't conductive to one's health!"
"What an oddball..." Bankotsu muttered, but he couldn't help smiling.
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Hugging his shoulders, Bankotsu felt a cold shiver run down his back. "Damn it's cold..." he commented to himself. "I could just leave the handcuffs out here and they'd be fine! Really...Jakotsu probably froze to death out here."
Smiling with relief, Bankotsu spotted the shed in a shadowy corner of the yard. "Creepy lookin' thing..."
As he got closer, he thought he heard breathing. Heavy breathing, and moans. Bankotsu's heart began to hammer. "Ghosts? N...no...impossible. That's silly. It just the wierd atmosphere, because it's almost Halloween." The braided man nodded. "Yeah. I'm being an ass. Ghosts? Heh, yeah right."
Bankotsu took a deep breath, standing outside the door. The wind rustled through the trees, chilling his skin, flushing his cheeks. Brittle fallen leaves brushed against his ankles and rolled away into darkness. He could still hear the strange noises as well. "Stupid chocolate. Maybe I'll give it back to Miroku. He seemed to really want them. I...gya! This is ridiculous! I'm going in!" Jaw set, Bankotsu flung open the door.
Jakotsu looked up at him, skin beaded with sweat, barely dressed. Inuyasha was pinned beneath him, his eyes searching desparately. Though wild with anger at first, the effeminate man's eyes slowly softened, and he glanced forth pitifully as he recognized the intruder. "Aniki...!"
Mouth agape, Bankotsu lifted a hand to his lips to feel if he was still breathing. This shouldn't...couldn't...absoluntely was not happening. No...not to him. It felt like Ginkotsu's steel fist had punched him in the stomach. Wetness and heat filling his eyes, he gripped the frame of the door, falling to his knees. "Jakotsu...how could you...?"
"Bankotsu! He tried to rape me!" Inuyasha managed to choke out.
Jakotsu felt gripped by the cold white hand of fear; A fear of losing the one he loved most in the world. The black-haired youth beneath him wasn't worth it. "Bankotsu, no -"
But it was too late for the both of them. Bankotsu was gone.