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A/N: Third chapter to Only Between Us! Thanks for staying with me. Please remember to review.
Note: Um…brothel, anyone?
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Only Between Us
By: Artemisia Moon
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Part Three
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"Ooh…aren't you a cutie?"
Bankotsu rolled his eyes towards the ceiling, annoyed, and let them linger there. The delicate and "perfected-by-age" sake that he swished in his mouth suddenly tasted unusually stale, causing an unwanted aftertaste to cling and stick onto his taste buds and throat.
It had been a month since the small bicker with the mercenary women (it was rumoured that the daimyo that had hired them was now paranoid for his life), and Jakotsu and Bankotsu had both decided to stick together and work together – kind of like a "team" (although Bankotsu personally wouldn't admit it). The two men are now known for their quick and "evidence-less" kills throughout Musashi, which had triggered many interests from many powerful rulers and lords. Bankotsu and Jakotsu are both feared and admired, and in all honesty, they loved the attention.
But, they loved the money even more.
It was because of the money that they could now afford luxuries like being in the company of geishas.
Beautiful, female geishas.
And God forbid, gay and very male geishas as well…from the request of Jakotsu, of course.
The twenty-year-old male beside him giggled and swatted at the male geisha playfully, grinning his drunken face off. Bankotsu snorted at the ridiculous act of flirting that seemed to flash like lightening between the duo, and nearly chocked on his sake when Jakotsu suddenly swooped down and captured the geisha's lips with his own.
Soon enough, one thing led to another, and Jakotsu staggered towards a more "private" room, half-pushing and half-dragging his male companion behind him.
Bankotsu has never hated money as much as he does now. He had never hated money before. Period.
"Bankotsu-sama, I see that your friend has taken a liking to Kiyoshi-kun!" the brunette caterer dressed in the three-layer pink and green kimono murmured, delicate hands roaming absently over the Banyru owner's upper torso, one hand sneaking into the folded part of the hakama and onto the skin beneath the cloth. Two other beautiful women cooed beside him, pouring the young assassin bowl after bowl of the foul and addicting liquid.
Strangely, the sake tasted horrid and bland that day. Bankotsu grimaced after a sip.
"Bankotsu-sama, you know…we also provide "other" services here," giggled the second geisha, whose long, flowing hair was dyed a startling red. The seventeen-year-old smirked slightly; he knew that already. After all, he had his fair share of history with places such as these. "You interested?"
"Damn right I am!" All three women giggled feverishly, sleeve-covered hands covering their painted mouths in an act of innocent demureness.
Someone blew out the candles. Loud rustling of cloth indicated that the girls were stripping.
Usually, usually foursomes would have excited such a testosterone-driven man like Bankotsu. Usually, usually Bankotsu would have been the one to undress first, not the other way around. And normally, the young mercenary would have pounced and molested the girls first…not vice versa.
This, alone, frightened the man.
However, what frightened him more was how he could practically hear the moans and grunts and screams coming from the other "occupied" room in his head…nevermind that it was about three doors down from the hall…
As the quartet continued their rutting session, Bankotsu just couldn't stop thinking about a certain red-lipped, pale skinned, and deadly powerful man. And for the love of him, he just didn't know why.
Oh my God. I am not gay. He pushed himself harshly into the redhead, hissing at the tightness and causing her to scream at the sudden intrusion, just for emphasis and personal clarification on this statement.
Yes, Jakotsu meant nothing to him. Nothing more than a friend. Nothing…
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The End
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