Fanfic: Fate
Title: Fate
Fandom: Inuyasha
Pairing/Character: Jakotsu/Bankotsu
GiftFic: Written at special request
Word Count: 1158 words
Chapters: oneshot
Rating: MA
Genre: Romance, Gender-bender
disclaimer: The characters and world of InuYasha are not mine, they are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Warnings: Yaoi, explicit sex
Story Description: Some lovers meet and part like butterflies; fleeting unions with beauty but no depth. Other lovers, they are fated to meet, life after life after life...
Fate
By Sarga
“You ever wonder what it would be like if we had met in another life?”
At first glance, the brunette who spoke appeared to be female. With all the trappings of a chic modern woman - a fine designer dress, the 'almost natural' make-up, a penchant for beautiful scarves - the petite Jack “Jackie” Rhodesburgh played the part well.
“Nah. You know I don't believe in that crap about reincarnation.”
Ben “Bank” (for the keen business sense that made him 'as rich as a bank') Thompson was quite the opposite from his paramour. With short black hair, a well-built upper body, and a rugged but boyish look about him, Bank was the typical all-American “Man's Man”. Even his blatant homosexuality - frowned upon in 'polite' society (those snobs who owned the businesses Bank made money for) - was tolerated if not accepted; Jackie was good eye-candy, as well as an integral part of the community of women surrounding the 'upper crust'.
“Oh, come on!” Jackie teased as he snuggled close to his lover on their designer couch. “You must have thought about it as a kid... What it would have been like to be Lois Lane, Mary Jane Watson, or Diana Prince...” Jackie lost himself in nostalgia for his childhood fantasies.
“Jackie, honey, you do realize they're all comic book characters, don't you? They never really existed.” Bank was a little sceptical. His normally intelligent lover had his moments of flighty fantasy, but even this was a bit unusual.
“I know that silly,” the cross-dresser slapped his lover's arm playfully. “I didn't when I was a kid, though. Seriously though, the way we just meshed together... it was like, I don't know, fate or something. It was like we already knew that we fit together,” Jackie wrinkled his pretty nose as he tried to think of the right way to describe how he felt about Bank. “As soon as I met you I knew, without a doubt, that you would be there for me. And you have to admit, that's a little odd for me.”
Bank nodded slowly, mulling the idea around. Sure, he didn't believe in fate, reincarnation or destiny - he believed that one shot is all he would get so he had to make the most of it by grabbing what he could and holding tight - but that didn't mean he wouldn't indulge his beloved.
“I think I must have protected you,” Bank offered, hoping he wouldn't be laughed at for speaking such ridiculous thoughts. “If we met in the past, you would have been the most important person in my life, my one true love.”
Jackie sighed, playing with the button on Bank's shirt.
“Why do you think that, sweetie?” Jackie asked softly, undoing the top two buttons stealthily.
“Because that's how I felt about you when we met, like I had to grab onto you and hold you tight, like if I let you go, I'd regret it forever.” Bank breathed in sharply as Jackie's fingers pinched a nipple under his soft cotton shirt. Reaching for his lover, Bank grabbed him by the hips and hoisted the petite male onto his lap until he was straddling the larger man's straining bulge. Jackie's flowing skirt pooled to either side of the couple, leaving only three layers of cotton between both of their excited manhood's.
“I felt a connection with you,” Jackie moaned as he pulsed languidly against his clothed lover. “I've always felt...”
Bank cut Jackie off with a kiss, his lips pressing urgently against his lover's. He knew, without a doubt, that Jackie was his without reservation, just like he knew he would love Jackie and Jackie alone until his dying breath.
“Let me make love to you,” Bank murmured into his lover's mouth, the sweet words only hinting at a fraction of what he felt for the man in his arms. “Right here, right now.”
“Mmm,” Jackie's assent was moaned into Bank's mouth as the larger man worked his hands between them, caressing the sensitive flesh through his thin cotton boxer-briefs.
The only thing Jackie wore that was 'manly' was that undergarment. It helped him keep his girlish figure even when his less-than-girlish parts were trying to break the illusion - like now, for instance.
Standing briefly, Jackie leaned in to kiss his lover and smirked coquettishly before dashing to the bedroom for some much-needed lubricant. Sparing a moment to hitch his thumbs into the band of his undergarment, Jackie rid himself of the unwanted barrier.
Now commando, Jackie slid back onto the living room and onto Bank's lap, his now-bare excited flesh pressing insistently into the larger man's freed length.
With adept fingers, Bank's lube-slicked fingers prodded Jackie's back entrance, preparing him for their union. With tongue on tongue, he let his lover ride his hand until the petite male was moaning for more. After three fingers were accepted comfortably, he once again reached for the lube, coating his erection with the stuff.
“You ready, sweetie?” Bank gasped, his forehead against his lover's in an intimate reprieve.
“Always,” Jackie responded with a sigh, his hips angling obediently to allow his lover the best access. One of the things that Jackie always loved about their unions was how Bank never took him from behind like some cheap whore. Face to face, he could ride his lover's rigid length to completion.
Jackie loved it!
Just like he loved Bank.
Pressing into his lover, Bank guided the smaller man down until he was fully seated inside. With the feel of Jackie's wriggling hips, he began a deep, sensual rhythm that he knew would rub his lover the right way. Sliding his hand under Jackie's skirt, Bank lifted the fabric out of the way to display his lover's sex before them. The black-haired male held his lover's admiring gaze as he began to fist the other man in time with his broad strokes from within.
Building toward their ultimate goal, Bank held back just enough to make sure it was simultaneous. When he felt himself draw closer to the erotic precipice, Bank hurried his motions, drawing out urgent wordless cries from his lover.
They were both... so... close...
“Bankotsu!”
“Jakotsu!”
The pair cried their release in unison, neither realizing that the names they called were of their souls' predecessors. Panting together, the pair kissed and nuzzled each other until their heartbeats calmed and they could move of their own accord. As soon as they made it to the bedroom, sleep would be quick in coming...
In lives past the couple had been fated to love one another, just as they were fated in this life...
And every life thereafter.
Fandom: Inuyasha
Pairing/Character: Jakotsu/Bankotsu
GiftFic: Written at special request
Word Count: 1158 words
Chapters: oneshot
Rating: MA
Genre: Romance, Gender-bender
disclaimer: The characters and world of InuYasha are not mine, they are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Warnings: Yaoi, explicit sex
Story Description: Some lovers meet and part like butterflies; fleeting unions with beauty but no depth. Other lovers, they are fated to meet, life after life after life...
Fate
By Sarga
“You ever wonder what it would be like if we had met in another life?”
At first glance, the brunette who spoke appeared to be female. With all the trappings of a chic modern woman - a fine designer dress, the 'almost natural' make-up, a penchant for beautiful scarves - the petite Jack “Jackie” Rhodesburgh played the part well.
“Nah. You know I don't believe in that crap about reincarnation.”
Ben “Bank” (for the keen business sense that made him 'as rich as a bank') Thompson was quite the opposite from his paramour. With short black hair, a well-built upper body, and a rugged but boyish look about him, Bank was the typical all-American “Man's Man”. Even his blatant homosexuality - frowned upon in 'polite' society (those snobs who owned the businesses Bank made money for) - was tolerated if not accepted; Jackie was good eye-candy, as well as an integral part of the community of women surrounding the 'upper crust'.
“Oh, come on!” Jackie teased as he snuggled close to his lover on their designer couch. “You must have thought about it as a kid... What it would have been like to be Lois Lane, Mary Jane Watson, or Diana Prince...” Jackie lost himself in nostalgia for his childhood fantasies.
“Jackie, honey, you do realize they're all comic book characters, don't you? They never really existed.” Bank was a little sceptical. His normally intelligent lover had his moments of flighty fantasy, but even this was a bit unusual.
“I know that silly,” the cross-dresser slapped his lover's arm playfully. “I didn't when I was a kid, though. Seriously though, the way we just meshed together... it was like, I don't know, fate or something. It was like we already knew that we fit together,” Jackie wrinkled his pretty nose as he tried to think of the right way to describe how he felt about Bank. “As soon as I met you I knew, without a doubt, that you would be there for me. And you have to admit, that's a little odd for me.”
Bank nodded slowly, mulling the idea around. Sure, he didn't believe in fate, reincarnation or destiny - he believed that one shot is all he would get so he had to make the most of it by grabbing what he could and holding tight - but that didn't mean he wouldn't indulge his beloved.
“I think I must have protected you,” Bank offered, hoping he wouldn't be laughed at for speaking such ridiculous thoughts. “If we met in the past, you would have been the most important person in my life, my one true love.”
Jackie sighed, playing with the button on Bank's shirt.
“Why do you think that, sweetie?” Jackie asked softly, undoing the top two buttons stealthily.
“Because that's how I felt about you when we met, like I had to grab onto you and hold you tight, like if I let you go, I'd regret it forever.” Bank breathed in sharply as Jackie's fingers pinched a nipple under his soft cotton shirt. Reaching for his lover, Bank grabbed him by the hips and hoisted the petite male onto his lap until he was straddling the larger man's straining bulge. Jackie's flowing skirt pooled to either side of the couple, leaving only three layers of cotton between both of their excited manhood's.
“I felt a connection with you,” Jackie moaned as he pulsed languidly against his clothed lover. “I've always felt...”
Bank cut Jackie off with a kiss, his lips pressing urgently against his lover's. He knew, without a doubt, that Jackie was his without reservation, just like he knew he would love Jackie and Jackie alone until his dying breath.
“Let me make love to you,” Bank murmured into his lover's mouth, the sweet words only hinting at a fraction of what he felt for the man in his arms. “Right here, right now.”
“Mmm,” Jackie's assent was moaned into Bank's mouth as the larger man worked his hands between them, caressing the sensitive flesh through his thin cotton boxer-briefs.
The only thing Jackie wore that was 'manly' was that undergarment. It helped him keep his girlish figure even when his less-than-girlish parts were trying to break the illusion - like now, for instance.
Standing briefly, Jackie leaned in to kiss his lover and smirked coquettishly before dashing to the bedroom for some much-needed lubricant. Sparing a moment to hitch his thumbs into the band of his undergarment, Jackie rid himself of the unwanted barrier.
Now commando, Jackie slid back onto the living room and onto Bank's lap, his now-bare excited flesh pressing insistently into the larger man's freed length.
With adept fingers, Bank's lube-slicked fingers prodded Jackie's back entrance, preparing him for their union. With tongue on tongue, he let his lover ride his hand until the petite male was moaning for more. After three fingers were accepted comfortably, he once again reached for the lube, coating his erection with the stuff.
“You ready, sweetie?” Bank gasped, his forehead against his lover's in an intimate reprieve.
“Always,” Jackie responded with a sigh, his hips angling obediently to allow his lover the best access. One of the things that Jackie always loved about their unions was how Bank never took him from behind like some cheap whore. Face to face, he could ride his lover's rigid length to completion.
Jackie loved it!
Just like he loved Bank.
Pressing into his lover, Bank guided the smaller man down until he was fully seated inside. With the feel of Jackie's wriggling hips, he began a deep, sensual rhythm that he knew would rub his lover the right way. Sliding his hand under Jackie's skirt, Bank lifted the fabric out of the way to display his lover's sex before them. The black-haired male held his lover's admiring gaze as he began to fist the other man in time with his broad strokes from within.
Building toward their ultimate goal, Bank held back just enough to make sure it was simultaneous. When he felt himself draw closer to the erotic precipice, Bank hurried his motions, drawing out urgent wordless cries from his lover.
They were both... so... close...
“Bankotsu!”
“Jakotsu!”
The pair cried their release in unison, neither realizing that the names they called were of their souls' predecessors. Panting together, the pair kissed and nuzzled each other until their heartbeats calmed and they could move of their own accord. As soon as they made it to the bedroom, sleep would be quick in coming...
In lives past the couple had been fated to love one another, just as they were fated in this life...
And every life thereafter.