Title: The sweet scent of jasmine reminds me of you…
Author: kira
Rating: T
Characters: Ban/Jak
Genre: fluffy romance
Words: 500
Summary: Everything has its own unique scent and memory…
Warnings: none
Prompt: smell

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Bankotsu picked up the gaudy kimono from the floor. Bringing up to his face, he buried his nose in it, inhaling deeply. The faint smell of jasmine clung to the silken folds, a scent he associated with his paramour. Closing his eyes, he brought to mind the reason for the kimono to have been strewn so carelessly on the floor.

The young leader of the Shichinintai had found a small vial of the scented oil in the marketplace, while roaming the area in search of supplies. Thankfully, Jakotsu had been busy helping Suikotsu pick out a kimono a few stalls over, so the fifteen year old was able to purchase it without him knowing. It had been an easy matter to hide it in the top folds of his kimono; the hard part had been keeping it a secret until after dinner.

Once they were alone and back in the room they shared, Bankotsu present his gift to Jakotsu. The cross-dresser had squealed with delight, and after carefully opening it, he dabbed some on the end of his middle finger. The fifteen year old remembered watching him then take his finger and slowly run it along the side of his neck from behind his ear to his throat, repeating his actions on the other side.

Just thinking about it had the young leader of the Shichinintai growing hard again. He found incredibly alluring whenever Jakotsu did something that was, for all intents and purposes, girly. It was also somewhat funny, in that the cross-dresser hated women with a passion that was matched only by Mukotsu's intense desire for them.

Bankotsu inhaled deeply. He could smell the faint order of stale sex along with jasmine. He chuckled at Jakotsu's special way of "thanking" him for any gift he gave him, big or small. Then again, the young leader had a feeling Jakotsu loved nookying with him so much, that any excuse he could think of was a good one to have a bit of fun with his lil dumpling. Truthfully, Bankotsu was happy to indulge him, hence the vial of scent oil.

Sighing softly, the fifteen year old reluctantly laid the kimono on the stand he had bought Jakotsu for that purpose, not that the cross-dresser ever used it, and striped down to nothing. He laughed as he tossed his clothes on the floor, before picking up his yukata and shrugging into it. Tying it closed, he padded over to the shoji leading outside and slid it back, coming face to face with his paramour.

Jakotsu smiled impishly as Bankotsu stepped back to let him into the room. Crinkling up his nose daintily, the cross-dresser giggled.

"What? I know it's a mess in here, but you're as much to blame as I am."

"Not that, Aniki-chan…" He giggled again.

"What?" Bankotsu asked his curiosity piqued.

"It stinks like a brothel in here."

"Oh..."

"It's okay, Aniki-chan. I like it as it reminds me of the fun we just had."

"Me too…"