As I promised, here's more Asura x Mifune. Now with more affection and a lot of dialog at the end.

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He didn't understand the samurai, or the weird fluttering feeling he got every time their hands brushed together, or when the other man leaned in to speak to him, pale hair brushing against his shoulder and sending the smell of cinnamon and something tropical his way.

He didn't understand the way his heart beat faster whenever he managed to make Mifune laugh, or the way the smallest contact had him blushing like an immature school girl with a crush.

The samurai was with him now, leaning against Asura's crossed legs and focusing on the book in his hands. He wondered, briefly, what this book was about - the last one had been a crime novel - and peered over the blond's shoulder to read along with him.

"As anyone ever told you that you're very distracting." Mifune turned his sharp gaze up to look into red eyes, the faintest glimmer of amusement evident there in the pale brown of his eyes. Goddamn it, there his heart went, beating wildly away in his chest. Mifune smiled up at Asura before turning his attention back to his book, long hair falling around his face and effectively hiding those sharp brown eyes.

The kishin frowned, hand coming up before he could think about it to gently tuck that sinfully soft hair behind one ear, leaning so close and unable to tear his gaze away from the startled samurai's wide eyes.

"Asura I..."

He didn't know who leaned in first, whether it was him or Mifune, but the moment the blond's lips brushed over his he completely forgot his train of thought. He tasted like candy, with the barest hint of something soft and indescribable; he wanted more, more of soft, smooth lips and that almost innocent gasp the samurai released when Asura bit down on his bottom lip, not quite hard enough to make him bleed, but more than enough.

They pulled apart, breathing heavily and just staring at each other.

"I've never been kissed like that before."

"I've never kissed anyone before."

His own response surprised him, and he leaned back, worried how Mifune would react once he gathered his wits about himself. After all, he had just kissed a kishin, a being who radiated madness, and wasn't he against kishins in the first place?

Asura never thought that the samurai would lean forward and kiss him again, this time a far more gentle kiss, one that had him gasping at how sweet and warm it was, and he leaned into it. They parted slower this time, more reluctant to separate than before.

"...can we try that again? I wasn't ready."

He swore his heart skipped a beat when Mifune laughed, and pulled him in for another breathtaking kiss that left his head spinning and his hands tangled in pale, straw colored hair. Asura giggled, hiding his face in the other man's shoulder, breathing in the scent of cinnamon and something tropical - he almost smelled like a rain forest, if that was even possible - and tentatively wrapped his arms around him.

Mifune shifted, and then brought his hands up to rest them lightly against Asura's back, turning his head to press his cheek to black and white hair. Asura hummed, snatching up the samurai's forgotten book and dangling it in front of him.

"...what is this? Is this...are you reading Romoe and Juliet?"

"...no...yes...it's a classic!"

"If you start reciting lines I'm leaving."

"Fair enough. Angela hates it too. She thinks it's sappy."

"She has a point."

"Oh be quiet."