Author's note: Gintama belongs to Sorachi H. This story is unbetaed. Reviews are greatly encouraged and appreciated. PLEASE VOTE IN THE POLL (check my ffnet profile)! This story is fun to write. And I realized recently that I'm thinking of the live action Gin and Sacchan when I write my fics. (Shun + Natsuna) *hearts*.
Chapter 4: Don't Think
The mountain recess is covered in snow at this time of the year. Gintoki hates this place. He has been here before, inside this abandoned old house with its spooky landlady and the terrifying spirits. He tries to keep himself composed despite the shaking.
Men have to keep up appearances especially in front of potential clients… and friends.
"An old man covered in blood while taking a dip in the hot springs?" Zenzou points at the sign. "What a weird logo. Creepy even."
"Creepy? I find it hilarious." Good cover, Gin-san.
Oiwa waves from the window and gestures for them to enter. There is an impish expression on her face. "Welcome back, samurai." She nods at Zenzou. "Ninja."
"Where's Rei?" Gintoki scans the room.
She gives him a tight smile. "Accompanying our guest."
"Where?" Zenzou suddenly speaks. "Is this guest a woman with long purple hair and glasses?"
"Why, yes."
"No tricks, old bat," Gintoki narrows his eyes at her.
She points them towards the hot springs.
"This is the LAKE? The LAKE is a hot spring in the middle of nowhere? In a house that used to be a spirit limbo?"
The ninja scratches his butt and sniffs the air. "What are you blabbering about? What lake?"
Gintoki shakes his head and then immediately spots Sacchan half-submerged in the water. Rei is floating next to her and waving at him. He rushes to them, Zenzou right behind him.
"You've been here all this time?" Both he and Zenzou scream at her. She is unfazed and not the least embarrassed that she is stark-naked. Gintoki notices the coin necklace.
"Yes, minding my business." Sacchan glares at them. "Why are you here?"
None of them answer. Gintoki vows to pull out Zenzou's hemorrhoids so far out that it will take him weeks to shove them back inside.
"Well?"
"Gintoki here was worried that something has happened to you." Zenzou has won this round.
Gintoki retaliates. "Zenzou was troubled that you were out of contact for 6 days."
"Gintoki was peeping on another gal because you left him in the cold."
"Zenzou's butt was itching and soaking so badly that he wanted to find you to scratch and wipe it."
"Gintoki dragged my bleeding ass all the way here because he was too scared to face you alone."
"Zenzou cried like a baby all the way here because I took his JUMP and he had nothing but a menstrual tush."
"Gintoki-"
Two kunai barely miss each of their heads by millimeters.
"Can you two leave? I'm busy." She turns to Rei. "Take them away. These idiots bothering your guest."
"Do you and Gin-san know each other?" The ghost rubs her chin, looking to and fro.
"Yes."
"Not really."
"Hey, Sacchan! What do you mean no?" After all those kisses and touches, she forsakes him? Is he truly such a failure with women?
Rei laughs. "Oh, I see, you are having some kind of lovers' quarrel?"
Zenzou also snorts with amusement. "Well, well, I set you two up to work together but you end up in some bad romance?" He falls back unconscious when the handle of a kunai thumps on his forehead.
"You killed him!"
"He is merely unconscious."
"Let me take him to the Eastern Room to recover." Rei winks at Gintoki and enters Zenzou's body. His face transforms - white with purple marks around his mouth - and he walks back inside the complex, with Rei in control of his body.
"It was a mistake for you to come here," she reprimands.
"I wouldn't say that." He is loving the sight of her bare body. "But you could have asked me to come along."
"I think… I'm calling you off this mission."
"Hey, that's not allowed!"
"I'll pay you for the hours you've worked."
"That is awesome but I don't care about that at all!"
She rolls her eyes at him. "Zenzou told me of your money issues. You don't have to pretend."
"Pretend, huh? Let's talk about pretend. That night you were in my room when you showed me the powerful object, was that all pretend?"
She bites her lip and turns away.
"You played me?" He can't believe that he is saying these words.
"I made a huge mistake of letting things get that far."
"We didn't even get that far!"
"Go home, Gintoki Sakata."
He sighs heavily. "Oh, now you call me by my full name? Last I heard, you were gasping so much Gin-sans."
"Remember I was pretending?"
"I doubt that very much." He ignores that tightness in his chest. "But I'm in the mood to pretend right now, if you insist."
She shuts her eyes. "I don't mix business with pleasure."
"Don't worry, we're just pretending." Gintoki shrugs off his clothes and joins her in the hot water. He takes the coin in his palm, brushing his fingers on the top of her breasts. "In the meantime, let's get rid of this thing."
"I'm in the process."
"What do you mean?"
"Keep it submerged." She closes her hand over his.
Sacchan's body is stiff under his gaze but Gintoki lets his eyes linger. She appears vulnerable under the daylight but he knows her capabilities. He feels her vigor every single time he is with her. A woman has never held his attention like this before. He is not simply going to leave her hanging here because she is calling off their plans.
Like in a battlefield, he assembles every drop of courage inside him and draws her body close. Her back is to him but she falls in his arms readily. Gintoki sniffs her hair, savoring the scent and her presence. The sweetness is greater than that of his strawberry parfaits and chocolates.
He rakes back the curtain of her hair to expose her neck and trail kisses from there, all the way up to her ear.
"I can't stop thinking about you," he whispers.
"You should though," is her curt reply.
He chuckles, lips still close to her ear. "You're driving me insane, Sacchan."
"Which is why we should stop this."
"Why go the opposite direction?"
"It's easier."
"But… Do you really want that? I know I want you." He is never ever this forward. Well, once, but that was also with her.
She cranes her neck to stare him in the eye. "Don't say such things."
"At least let me help you to see this through to the end." He swallows the lump in his throat. "I'll do it for free."
"That's absurd."
"You're the absurd one. Am I a bad kisser?" He has started vomiting inappropriate sentences.
Sacchan blinks once, twice, thrice and licks her lips. "I- You-"
"I am?" His ego is flattened like Shinpachi's sister's chest.
"Does it matter? Let's focus on dismantling this object." She turns away from him but Gintoki catches her by the chin.
"It matters," he mumbles prior to meeting her lips with his.
He is drunk with her possession and her lips are things that he never wants to stop tasting. He moans with conflict - she fills his every need but he has yet to be satisfied. Her butt cheeks are silky against his balls as he grinds into her.
But they are still kissing and he knows for sure that he is not bad at it when she leans on his chest. She starts to rub at him too with her bottom.
Gintoki has officially lost it.
She wants him too. Her body proclaims it to him.
No words, just the most passionate touches one can ever imagine.
He cups her breasts and polishes her nipples with his thumbs. She chants his name to his lips. Gintoki relishes the triumph.
"You're ruining everything," she gasps and faces away from him. Their bodies are still entwined.
He licks a point on her neck. The smirk on his face is priceless as she mewls.
Sacchan retaliates by sticking out her bum further as she rubs against his balls. "You should be punished," she gasps.
He is about to answer her when that crazy sensation from his groin signals that he is ready to burst. He wants more of her but demanding that could make her pull back from him. There is no way that he is going to let that happen.
Gintoki grabs her by the hips and pushes himself just outside her opening. He won't… Not until she truly wants him to.
"Gin-san," she pleads in a rush of motion.
"May I?" He hates being polite at a time like this but he has to ask. Assuming can ruin a perfectly good thing. Opportune moments wasted in the blink of an eye.
They are interrupted by the brightness of the mirror's light and the subsequent rumble of the earth.
The sealing is complete.
Author's end note: Soft-chewy cookies mode.