Lust:

He was hungry again although it was nothing new. The girl had made some complaint about them not getting enough money from their last impromptu job at the village. Of course she mentioned that destroying several inns and killing some men along the way was not the way to go about earning food and shelter but how was he to explain to her that there was no other way to go about it. To survive, one had to fight in any and all situations – even she had to understand that simple concept.

He yawned and sprawled on his back, ignoring the bugs that crawled beneath and into his red shirt. He scratched at them absently and lowered his lashes, giving one the sense that he was dozing or probably in deep sleep. But he was as alert as ever and although the tree gave him a little shade, the sun still managed to beat mercilessly upon his exposed and rather skinny legs. His trusted sword lay by his side and absently his fingers caressed it – almost lovingly – like say the soft and tender flesh of a willing woman.

…or man…

He rubbed a calloused thumb over the gilded hilt – now worn with years of usage and abuse. He’d really have to get himself a new one…as soon as he made enough money and rid himself of the girl.

…and him…

His thumb began to move a bit faster over the curved tip, a dull heat beginning to crawl from the tips of his toes and towards that sensitive region between his legs. He wasn’t a bit surprised to find himself thinking of such things again. Besides, it’s been so long since he had a woman and the last one had tried to kill him, if memory served him correctly. Of course he had thought of tossing that girl, Fuu, over his shoulder and taking her into a clump of bushes to steal her virginity but he had a feeling that she’d either screech like a harpy or that the other man would come barging in to stop them.

Hnh…that damn meddler.

But he groaned at the thought of that man. His toes curled as he caressed the hilt of his sword even faster, beads of hot sweat dotting his brows and upper lip as he visualized that man’s face contorted into one of irritation or exasperation. It was always a great pleasure to rile that man – to make him show some emotion other than passive disinterest. It was always a delight to see cool, calm and collected Jin angry. Dear gods, but it was enough to make his erection even more evident and rather painful…as it was now.

He knew he was going to experience yet another orgasm and idly wondered if there was a stream nearby to wash away the sticky fluids afterwards. Although his senses were beginning to reel from his self-gratification, he could still sense that he was no longer alone. He stiffened and tried to control his rapid breathing, cursing the unfortunate fool that had dared interrupt him at a time like this.

The footsteps that approached were nearly inaudible and as he clutched his sword even tighter, eyes narrowed in growing awareness…

Slit his fucking throat…how dare he…

…the familiar sight of that dark blue hakama soon came in full view. For a moment, their hot gazes met under the blistering blanket of the sun as the visitor came to a halt. A look of surprise flittered across the visitor’s narrow features for a moment, but it was soon replaced with one of wariness and caution as he eyed his reluctant traveling companion on the ground. He could clearly see that the wild one was in the middle of something important, namely the huge bulge he was making no sign of hiding within his pants.

A rush of heat, so palpable he could taste it, seared through his very being and he took a step backwards, wondering why it ought to affect him so. It wasn’t his business what this man chose to do with his time. He had only come here because Fuu had asked him to look for this one named Mugen. Otherwise, he would have rather spent his time meditating.

“I apologize for interrupting you in the middle of…something,” he finally said and then closed his eyes and spun around to make his way back to normalcy. Something about being around this man either made him want to get into a fight with their swords or to engage in an activity that would leave him in regret for the rest of his life.

Do not think of such things…

“Aren’t you going to compensate me?” came the cheeky dare in that low, gruff voice which seemed to have deepened for some reason. And although his face was turned away, Jin could not stop the heat that suffused his cheeks at the insinuation. If he caved in to this barbarian’s request, it would only make him more aware of the raw sensuality Mugen oozed each time he moved or talked. It was hard enough that he was respecting Fuu’s wishes by not killing Mugen. Things would have been so much easier if he wasn’t around.

“Go fuck yourself,” he finally muttered, slightly shocked at his callous tone, but he couldn’t help it. Being around Mugen did have the tendency to bring out the unrefined points of his upbringing.

The wild one growled at the insult. “You son-of-a-bitch!”

They moved simultaneously – a wild dance, no gifted choreographer could create – and met in an impassioned stalemate. Eyes blazed with repressed emotions of anger, frustration and lust as they strained towards the other. Their joined hands pushed and pulled, legs caught at an awkward angle – Mugen’s between Jin’s – layers and layers of annoying cloth between them – teeth bared, nostrils flared, heartbeats quickening at alarming rates and the heat…dear gods, the heat between them was enough to melt the hardest of steel.

“I’ll kill you,” one of them growled.

“Not if I kill you first,” the other replied.

And then their lips met. Hot, torrid, searing, rough with no need for sweet savoring between them. They bit and tasted blood – sucked on each other’s tongues hard – a duel with their bodies instead of swords and of whom was to take home the prize for today. Mugen smirked as he thrust a thigh, hard and fast between Jin’s, using the samurai’s moment of weakness to push him against the sturdy trunk of a tree.

In the stillness of the forest, hidden from the prying eyes of society or of the young girl who waited for them impatiently at the roadside inn, they knew they would have to consummate this fiery itch between them before it became unbearable.

Mugen took off Jin’s glasses and tossed it to the side, ignoring the small sound of protest the other man made.

“You don’t want it to break, do you?” he teased as he began to push his prey to the ground.

“You don’t think you’re getting to top me, are you?” Jin asked breathlessly.

“That’s the general idea, you fool.”

The humiliation at being taken by this crude product of society was going to be a bit too much to bear but all rational thought at fighting his position was wiped out of his mind as he felt Mugen’s hands making quick work of the restraining item of clothing around his hips. For all his moronic tendencies, Mugen could be useful when time called for it.

Jin felt the cool and then heated fingers tease the tiny and tight entrance and without warning felt them buried as far as they could go into him. He retaliated by wrapping his arms around Mugen’s neck tightly and seizing those already bruised lips in yet another crushing kiss. Jin knew he had a high threshold for pain, so this was nothing as the fingers continued to stretch him – all three of them.

“You like that, don’t you?” Mugen rasped in wonder and wicked pleasure as he watched the gamut of expressions dance across his new lover’s handsome features. How many nights had he dreamed of this happening and now it was finally here. He could feel Jin’s erection pressed tightly between their torsos and the warm drops of his cum which were beginning to stain his shirt. He would have to get that taken care of before that damn girl noticed anything.

“Just shut up and do it already,” Jin replied slightly out of breath and hopelessly aware that he was going to cum in a matter of seconds.

“Say it,” Mugen teased as he withdrew his wet fingers and wrapped an arm around Jin’s waist to hold him steady. He had lowered his pants earlier and was more than proud to reveal his throbbing cock to his opponent’s gaze. He smirked at the look it received and for a moment, played with the swollen tip. “Say it, Jin,” he said again in a husky whisper that sent reluctant shivers of desire down the other’s spine.

“You…” Jin gritted his teeth, unable to believe he was going to have to beg this bastard for completion and satisfaction.

It must be the heat, he deduced with a low groan as he shut his eyes and trembled at the feel of Mugen’s cock rubbing against his. Fucking torture.

“Jin…” Mugen teased again, this time into Jin’s ear – tracing the outline of the sensitive flesh with a hot tongue. “Say it!” he demanded and then bit it gently.

“Fuck me!” Jin finally grated out impatiently and dug his fingers into Mugen’s shoulders to emphasize his need. “Now!”

His sharp cry at Mugen’s brutal thrust into his anus was lost as his mouth was immediately filled with the barbarian’s tongue. No time for foreplay or the mumblings of sweet nothings as their heavy pants and shallow breathing filled the thick afternoon silence. The wet sounds of their coupling became a part of their surrounding and both men – for just one brief moment – felt that they had been transported into another dimension or realm or both.

Together they moved – faster and harder against each other as if hoping to milk the very last essence of this tangible lust between them. A slight shift of positions and Jin felt Mugen strike something so deep and sensitive within him that holding back his cry of pleasure was a lesson in discipline unlike any he had ever suffered through.

“Let it out,” Mugen grunted with each merciless thrust. He wanted to hear this man scream – for once – to hear Jin give in to his desires and to shed that layer of etiquette and tradition that seemed to cover him all the time. “Let me hear you scream.”

No…I can’t…I can’t!

He bit his lower lip so hard to stop himself from giving in to the bubbling scream of ecstasy which churned in the pit of his stomach. His toes curled with undeniable pleasure and he knew that he was going to come soon. He heard Mugen’s low curse and the subsequent swell of that thick organ within his body.

Oh gods…help me…

All too soon, the world became a blinding sea of white and Jin could have sworn that either he or Mugen must have finally made some dreaded but loud sound of satiation. And as he allowed himself to be pushed back to the ground, he idly relished the warm, sticky fluid which pumped into him and trickled down his thighs.

He would make Mugen lick every drop of it…as soon as he woke up from the welcome darkness that overwhelmed him.

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They walked in silence – Mugen with his hands behind his head and a rather smug grin on his features and Jin with thoughtful and more measured steps behind him. Jin had been able to find a small brook nearby and they had washed away all evidence of their coupling as best as they could. Of course it went without saying that Mugen had tried to have his way with Jin again, but still feeling slightly sore and a bit put off at being the bottom, Jin had threatened to take off Mugen’s head with his sword and the matter had been dropped.

After some time, Jin sighed softly. “Fuu…” he began quietly.

“I won’t tell if you don’t,” Mugen replied with a small smirk. They were approaching the clearing now and both could see the girl in the distance arguing with the storekeeper.

They felt something heavy fall to the pit of their stomachs at the sight of pretty female and her ever familiar animated movements and each struggled to hide this unwelcome emotion quickly.

Guilt. It felt like they had been cheating on her.

Because they both loved her…in their own way.

“This never happened,” Jin finally mumbled with a decisive nod as he took the lead and walked towards the rambling hut. “I do not want to see her hurt, understand?”

“Yeah,” Mugen replied with a small smile of understanding. “It never happened.”

It would be a secret between them for now…until the urge to satiate their lust rose again. This time, Mugen would make sure they had their fun with no sense of guilt or shame but most importantly to get Jin to cry out his name again in the throes of wild passion.

This was one afternoon he was never going to forget for as long as he lived.

~The End~