Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha.
A/N: YAY! A little bit of Bankotsu/Renkotsu stuff here…just to add to the tension and mess o' a plot. XD
Note: Smut. Kind of graphic. Don't read if this disturbs you.
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Only Between Us
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Part Six
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It's been two months.
Two months since the assassination mission the band of three were assigned, since the day that they had met the fire expertise.
Two months since that fateful night in the castle.
Two months since Bankotsu had tasted Jakotsu.
Strangely, the taste still lingered upon his tongue, teasing his tastebuds and forcing his mind to remember. Bankotsu remembered that it had held a certain exotic substance, wet, slippery, and completely addicting. Jakotsu was so sweet, the sounds eliciting from his throat erotically alluring, and the smoothness of his skin, the softness of his lips, the masculine curves of his body – they all drew Bankotsu into him.
But the kisses with Renkotsu were different. They were rough and wet and sloppy, causing thin trails of saliva to drip from their chins as their teeth clashed and tongues wrestled and caressed every hidden cavern of their mouths. Renkotsu's kisses never left red paint marks upon his lips or clothing or face, only leaving a wet substance behind in their wake. Renkotsu never hesitated like Jakotsu had, waiting almost shyly and then responding to the firm and persistent probing of Bankotsu's tongue. Instead, Renkotsu reacted with equal vigour, suckling and pulling his bottom lip, pricking his tongue on one of younger boy's canines, sucking the spit and breath out of his body.
The skin on Renkotsu's body was bumped and uneven due to the result of many battle scars, which Bankotsu discovers as he hastily rips the material from the muscular man. He tore the cloth into many shredded pieces in his impatience, desperate for some skin-on-skin contact. But Bankotsu doesn't mind, even though the fire-user's skin does not possess the same heavenly silkiness of Jakotsu's skin. The Banyru master worships each individual blemish with his lips and tongue, trailing over each slowly before moving onto the next one. Bankotsu remembers bandaging a few of these wounds, particularly the large gash on Renkotsu's left upper thigh. To this scar, he had paid extra close attention. Renkotsu seemed to appreciate the act.
Bankotsu also notices that the smell is different as he moved up and caught a nipple between his teeth, biting down harshly before licking it soothingly in apology. Renkotsu cried out as Bankotsu's rough tongue swirled around his sensitive flesh, tugging slightly before doing the exact same thing to its twin. Jakotsu smelled of light lavender and summer's rain, which Bankotsu remembers from the night at the castle. Renkotsu, however, smells like something masculine, something musky. And sweat and the air around them only intensified the scent, much to Bankotsu's delight.
It wasn't unpleasant. Just different.
He lapped up Renkotsu's chest like he would a girl, occasionally nipping the skin and planting gentle, butterfly kisses along the way. Renkostu also tasted different, Bankotsu muses. Jakotsu had a honey-like flavour, whereas Renkotsu possessed a salty one, hot and dusty and scorching the tastebuds along his tongue. But Bankotsu doesn't mind. He figures that it was a nice contrast.
Bankotsu latched himself onto the slowly accelerating pulse right underneath the older man's jaw, sucking hard as he felt Renkotsu's eager hands trying to rid him of his white hakama. The Banyru user could feel the smooth material slide off his shoulders and hang bunched around his waist, barely brushing against Renkotsu's erection which caused him to hiss at the contact. Bankotsu realizes how the fire-master seemed to grunt and hiss and cry out, while Jakotsu moaned and panted and whispered his name over and over again.
For some reason, Bankotsu wanted Renkotsu to moan and scream and pant and cry out his name like Jakotsu had. But he was just so damn stubborn…
Bankotsu pinned the other male down, grunting at him to "stay still" before proceeding. Renkotsu closed his eyes and breathed heavily, complying quickly. The seventeen-year-old smirked at his submission and made his way down to his prize, licking his lips in anticipation and excitement as he eyed it lustfully. Then, delicately, he kissed the tip lovingly, the precum wetting his lips slightly.
A hiss.
He scowled as he held Renkotsu's hips in place before taking him fully into his mouth. Renkotsu grunted at the sudden warmth, and his hips jerked up in want. Bankotsu hummed in amusement as he slurped his way up his cock, tongue pressing at the underside of his erection as he worked the muscles in his throat.
A moan.
He released his cock with a wet pop, and used his tongue to swirl around the dripping head. Renkotsu began muttering incoherent things, head gleaming with sweat as he panted heavily. Bankotsu licked from the base up, biting down on the tip lightly before taking him fully into his mouth again.
A cry.
Bankotsu moved his head up and down, purposely letting his teeth scrape against the delicate flesh "accidently". Renkotsu bucked off the ground wildly, moaning loudly now, as he held Bankotsu's head prisoner between his spread thighs.
Is this how Jakotsu would react if he sucked him off? Would he beg like Renkotsu was now? Would he spread his legs openly on all fours as he invited him in? Would he give Bankotsu a pleading look with his mouth forming the word please over and over and over again? Would he scream as he stretched him with his fingers, curving it slightly as it hit the prostate again and again? And would he fall onto his elbows when he slammed into his ass, all the way to the hilt?
"FUCK!" Renkotsu cried as he tried to raise himself up on his arms again, failing miserably.
"Sh-shit…so fucking tight…" hissed the seme, head lowered onto his partner's sweaty back as he supported him by the hips. "Oooh, Renkotsu…" he moaned as he shifted slightly, causing the man in front of him to cry out in response. Bankotsu pulled out and then pushed back in, slowly as he drawled out the building pleasure. He wanted to remember this, he wanted to memorize every hidden spot within Renkotsu.
Was this how it would feel? Fucking Jakotsu? Loving Jakotsu?
But, for some reason, no matter how amazing it had felt that time with Renkotsu, Bankotsu just somehow knew that it would have been more different had it been with Jakotsu.
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The End
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Quote: One mile to every inch of; Your skin like porcelain; One pair of candy lips and; Your bubblegum tongue.