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Only Between Us

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Part Four

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The third time that Bankotsu had met Jakotsu, it was on a more personal level…a more uncertain level.

They had just finished eliminating a rival lord along with his servants, samurai, and other various occupants of the castle, and were currently digging through mountain-load after mountain-load of rare treasures, delicate silks and fabrics, ancient documents, and a few hidden cases of gold. The large sitting quarters that they were in stunk heavily of metallic blood, which coated thickly on the walls, through the floors, and even splattered against the ceiling high above. However, this didn't bother the two men, just like how the numerous decapitated bodies surrounding the area didn't bother them either.

It was like those things didn't even exist right then. They were immune to it all.

"Bankotsu-no-ooaniki?"

"Hn?"

"Do you think that this is valuable?" He held up a delicate-looking Noh mask made entirely of the semi-precious jade, its bland green mixed with camouflaged hues of gold provided a nice and rare contrast.

"Erm…it looks good. Just put it in with the pile over there." He pointed distractedly towards the large and stuffed green sack in the corner, which was currently being filled to the brim with goods that were to be sold in the nearest market.

"How much do you think we can get for it, ooaniki?"

"I don't know…" Bankotsu mumbled absent-mindedly, digging through his own elaborate chest of mysterious items. "Hey, look what I found!" Large hands cradled a small rust-coloured clay jar, its thick cork having been thrown aside carelessly by the mercenary leader as he lowered his head and breathed in the heavenly scent.

"Sake?"

"Good sake at that!"

"Ooh! Gimme some."

Bankotsu nodded merrily as he abruptly tilted the opening of the jar towards his lips, taking in a small, tentative sip. "Mmm…" Jakotsu slid over to sit beside the younger boy, giggling slightly as he took a swig from the jar himself, his mind buzzing faintly already from the rice wine.

The two men drank and laughed, not realizing just how strong the sake really was… The air around them was filled with mindless chatter and boisterous laughter, and over time, they inched closer and closer towards each other, filling in the already small gap between them until the tops of their knees touched. Bankotsu lazily swung an arm over Jakotsu's slender shoulders, both hands gesturing somewhat wildly as he explained one of his adventurous "escapades" on his previous missions. The Jakotsuto-weilder leaned into the contact unconsciously, humming and grunting in response every once in a while to ensure his ooaniki that he was listening.

They shared the addicting and spicy beverage until the last quarter of it was dumped unnecessarily onto Jakotsu's head by the long-haired man, who laughed and eyed him playfully, an arrogant smirk splayed across his full lips. Jakotsu squeaked and cursed, flinging the Banyru owner's arm off his shoulder in defiance.

"What the fuck, ooaniki?" Jakotsu scowled darkly as he looked down at his now soiled yellow and red female yukata. "This was my favourite one!"

Bankotsu merely shrugged nonchalantly and placed the jar down beside him.

"Now I've gotta find a new one," whined the man clad in snakeskin. His delicate red lips pursed in displeasure as he shrugged off the top part of his attire, arms peeling from their cotton constraints as they stuck to his skin like a damp washcloth. "I'll be right back."

"…don't…"

"Eh? Did you say something?"

Bankotsu held onto Jakotsu's arm tightly, pulling the older man closer as he whispered with hooded and twinkling navy-blue eyes, "I said don't."

"O-ooaniki…?"

"Shhh…" Bankotsu leaned just a little closer, while Jakotsu leaned backwards in response, his onyx eyes wide with anticipation and curiosity. "You always talk too much, Jakotsu."

"!?"

With a staggering and agonizingly slow descent, the blue-eyed male gently pressed his lips heavily against that of Jakotsu's, eliciting a small gasp of surprise from the older man. Bankotsu's eyes closed contentedly before taking full advantage the snake warrior's shocked state, pushing in his probing tongue into the warm and wet cavern of tongue, cheek, and teeth.

Bankotsu pressed more urgently, left hand coming up and resting at the nape of Jakotsu's neck, holding him in place while pushing him in closer. His right hand began to work on the clasps and all the other damn stuff that the man wore, eager and almost desperate to feel the creamy, pale delicate skin underneath his rough and calloused palm. Jakotsu squirmed under Bankotsu's forwardness, his mind screaming at him to break away and run out of the room, hoping that his leader would return back to his senses…while his more illogical and selfish side wanted to respond to his rough kisses, the burning feel of his hand on his upper torso, leaving a scorching trail of fire in its wake as it travelled lower and lower towards his abs…

Bankotsu scowled into the kiss, his dark eyebrows knitting together in frustration and confusion. Why wasn't he kissing him back? Up until this point, the young mercenary had been doing all the work, all the undressing, all the roaming, all the damn friggin' work! He pushed his tongue against Jakotsu's still and placid one more eagerly, demanding him to do something before he got impatient.

Jakotsu got the message and was awakened from his stupor; his tongue shyly rose to life, meeting Bankotsu stroke for stroke. The seventeen-year-old hummed in approval, before deepening the kiss and working his right hand on the knots and ties of his yukata, groaning with impatience when it refused to become undone.

The both parted for breath before clashing against each other again, teeth bumping, tongues searching and struggling for dominance between their mouths. It was when Bankotsu had finally undid the sash of his feminine attire and lightly squeezed his hard-on from underneath the snake skin armour did Jakotsu realize what was really happening.

This cannot be happening! This shouldn't be happening! Bankotsu was his ooaniki, his best friend, his companion, his only family. Not some man-whore down in a brothel whom Jakotsu could screw till the morning light without a second thought. The black-eyed man knew that if this went any further, they'd broth regret it when they became sober the next day.

Gasp. "Bankotsu-no-oonaniki!" Jakotsu's words were lost and muffled by the mixing of lips and tongue and saliva, and his mumblings soon became incoherent as Bankotsu tightened his grip on Jakotsu's clothed shaft, causing the red-lipped man to arch shamelessly into his touch. Bankotsu smirked slightly when they both released each other for the annoying need of oxygen, Jakotsu's quivering head resting atop Bankotsu's shoulder as he panted and breathed heavily, body arching and thrusting as Bankotsu stroked him harder, the rough and scaly material of his snake armour only adding to the much-needed friction.

"A-anikiiiii…"

"Yes, Jakotsu-kun?"

"S-stoooop…mmm…"

"Why?" Bankotsu stubbornly flipped his armour over his lap and grabbed Jakotsu's hot and pulsing cock, the smooth and silky texture of it only adding to the Banyru's master growing arousal. He pumped him harder, thumb occasionally circling the head as he spread his precum slowly. Jakotsu cried out and grinded himself harsher – with more vigour – into Bankotsu's hand.

"Aagh!" He panted, he grunted, he moaned. "'C-cause…" pant pant "aaanikiii…you're drunk…and I'm not just s-some guy you can fuck, god damnit!" Much to Bankotsu's delight, Jakotsu is very vocal.

Bankotsu never stopped.

"BANKOTSU!!" Jakotsu jerked up suddenly and pushed him away, chest heaving abnormally as he fought to catch his breath, his cock still standing erect, quivering and twitching slightly.

The aforementioned man's eyes darkened in displeasure. "What?!"

"Fuck! STOP IT!" It had been too close…too sudden – he had almost lost control. "You're drunk, for Kami's sake. We can't do this, okay, ooaniki?" This was said in a much quieter tone – a more submissive tone.

Bankotsu scowled and muttered a short "fine".

The next thing Jakotsu knew, his leader stood up and walked out of the blood-splattered room, leaving him.

And suddenly, the silence echoing off the four walls seemed almost unbearable…

X – Next Morning – X

The first thing that Bankotsu had noticed when he had woken up from the cheerful chirping of the morning birds was the warm and thick quilt that was laid over him sometime throughout the night. He smiled slightly, appreciating the fact that Jakotsu had provided him this small luxury despite the bastard-like way that he had behaved just a few hours ago.

The duo soon left the enormous castle with all their stolen booty, the atmosphere around them at first awkward, but soon melted away with the morning breeze as it gave way to ease and regular routine. Both Jakotsu and Bankotsu avoided the topic of the previous happenings of the night before, and instead, focussed their time and attention on new assassinations and enjoying themselves with the company of whores in run-down or classy brothels.

Bankotsu had never told his companion that he definitely wasn't drunk that night.

In fact, he was completely sober and knew exactly what he was doing.

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The End

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