Samurai Champloo [Jin/Mugen] - The Horse's Mouth
Title: The Horse's Mouth
Words: 2,400 approx (unbeta'd again; I only wrote it this afternoon ^^; yay for holidays)
Author: Devera
Fandom: Samurai Champloo
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Jin/Mugen
Prompt: After episode 15 (the brothel and the ninja girl/spy). Mugen's still horny and Jin's... back is sore. [Note: Don't care who's on top, and prefer men to ukes and semes.] Requested by hibem
Author's Notes & warnings:
Not sure if what Mugen does is uke, nor what Jin says is seme (err, not techincally speaking I mean), so I hope I met that part of challenge ok, Hibem? I don't think I've actually ever written for SC before, so they might be out of character. Sorry!
Major warnings for: implied m/f smut, over-use of the f word, bad language, name-calling, hair pulling (okay, not, but almost ^^) and reference to certain women professionals (whom I personally have nothing against) that might offend. Trivia: the F word (or variations thereof) appears here precisely 61 times. That's gotta be some new record, right?
"You're a fucking pansy liar," Mugen declared almost amiably as soon as he eased into the bath. What little money they had left over after last night had been laundered quickly (damn, Fuu was actually useful for something) and they'd found themselves a quiet, shabby little inn to stay in and keep their heads down until the heat was off. Fine with him, not that there was anything much left of the local cartel after that bitch of a shogunate spy had tricked him into kicking their lily-white asses, but he supposed that was beside the point; there might have been a few stragglers around and they could do without the added attention. It was a cheap, shitty inn, with almost no one in it, but the bathhouse was good, cleaner than most and he could smell some fancy herbs or shit in the water that he supposed was probably supposed to be good for them or something. Apparently when Fuu had talked to the innkeeper that had been the deciding factor. Because Jin's back was sore.
Mugen grunted at that, and found his mouth opening to say it again.
"D'you hear me? You're a fucking liar."
Jin just sat there, his eyes closed and his hair twisted up in some girly knot with a few stray, dripping tendrils plastering the sides of his throat, and ignored him. He could have been asleep, for all anyone knew, except that Mugen knew when the bastard was sleeping and when he wasn't.
"There's no way," he continued, undeterred by the silence, "that your stupid fag ass had even one of those hags, let alone all of them. I don't believe it."
Oh yeah, that was why they were having this little stopover, because Jin had a sore back; because Jin, the thin streak of bird shit he was, had spent all fucking night fucking. Not just one of those broads, but all of them. While he, Mugen, the much more virile and handsome of the two, was being led around town by the nose by some Shogun bitch spy, and not getting any. The fact that those hounds he'd so happily left Jin with had put out, when his little honey hadn't, well, it was fucking lies. Maybe one of them had done him, fine, sucked him off or whatever. But the idea that he'd had them all, more than once; it was impossible, laughable. And he refused to believe it.
"And there's nothing wrong with your damn back!"
Jin cracked an eye open at that accusation, proving Mugen had been right, damn him.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were jealous," he murmured and even though he wouldn't have looked it to anyone else who didn't know the bastard, Mugen knew smug when he saw it.
"Of you?" Mugen scoffed, and he'd perfected that level of disdain on this stupid road trip. "Not a fucking chance. I just think you're a liar, is all. Trying to get attention and show me up, just because I busted a bunch a bad guys' heads. Trying to make sure neither of us peg you for the prissy boy-buggerer you actually are."
Jin closed his eyes again, in that way he had that drove Mugen up the wall that said; your words are pointless, because I don't care what you think, and leaned back in the bath. Mugen glared at him as a flash of discomfort darkened his pale face.
"Now why would I care to disavow you of that opinion?" he sighed, clearly disinterested, and settled back against the wall behind him without even bothering to look at Mugen. "I meant jealous of them."
Mugen opened his mouth to scoff - he'd known he was right - when his brain ran that second part by him again.
"What??! What the fuck???"
Jin opened his eyes again, and actually fucking smirked at him.
"Well, obviously, since you keep mentioning it, you're curious. It's only natural, with your poor level of skills and experience. I suppose I could show you one or two things, if you ask."
That was it.
Mugen launched himself across the span of the bath; hands enough of a fucking weapon that he could wrap them around Jin's pale, scrawny neck and strangle the bastard. They could find his fucking corpse floating here in the morning and assume he'd fucking drowned or something and-
But the bastard was as slippery as an eel when he wanted to be, and as quick as a striking snake. There was no transition between moving and not moving with him; he just was or wasn't and before Mugen's fingers could wrap around Jin's throat, the other man was grinding the bones of each wrist together in his grip, his fingers bruising the marks that stained his skin.
"You fucking homo bitch!" Mugen snarled. "I'll fucking kill you, you-"
"Well now, Mugen," Jin said quietly and he wasn't just smirking now, he was smiling, and that was just wrong in so many ways Mugen did a double take, and suddenly realised where he was - spread across Jin's naked lap, his hands caught, staring down into Jin's face and-
"All you needed to do was ask."
Jin tugged and Mugen tipped toward him and then Jin's mouth was on his and his tongue speared past his lips and between his teeth, slick and lithe, stabbing rhythmically. Mugen sat still almost from the shock alone, but it was more that, because for a split second his brain (in denial, obviously) forgot it was Jin, and it was fucking good...
When he realised that, when his body thought it for him and the decision committee of balls and cock thrummed violently with the unanimous vote of fuck, yeah he panicked. He actually fucking panicked and tried to twist out of Jin's hold. Jin released his mouth, but not his hands, and he was smirking again, the goddamn fucking prick, as he peered up into his face.
"You bastard, you-" But fucking hell, was that his voice, sounding all girly and panting? No way. Jin was the fucking girl around here and-
"Ah. I apologise." But Jin didn't sound sorry, and it was pretty damn obvious he wasn't a girl either, from the hardness rising into the cleft of Mugen's ass under the water. "I was under the impression you were left frustrated after last night."
"Fuck you," Mugen blustered, only now aware that Jin had since let his hands go and had instead snaked his arms around his back, cool flesh against his wet, heated skin. "Of course I'm fucking horny; I didn't get laid, and if there's any fucking to be done, I'm gonna be the one to-"
"Is that so," Jin murmured into his abrupt silence, because words wouldn't come suddenly, because one of Jin's hands was around his cock between their bodies and his brain had shut off under the onslaught of unanticipated sensation.
And then started up again under the feeling of that hand firmly stroking down, right down the shaft to the thatch of hair at its base.
"Fuuuuck..." he heard himself say, and it didn't sound like a complaint even to him, and fuck it he was never going to live that down. "Fucking...stop it. Lemme go." Oh fuck. Pig's piss. He didn't mean it; he already knew he didn't mean it.
"Tell me it's good," Jin suggested, stretching up against him, trapping his hand and Mugen's hard-on between them, and his voice was dark, darker than Mugen had ever heard it and it sent some kind of weird frission racing straight down his spine. "Tell me how good it is and I'll think about it."
"No," Mugen growled as Jin's hand stroked up and his thumb curled into the slit as his fingers circled the head and squeezed and oh fuck it was good it was so good fucking hell...
"Thrust into my hand," Jin ordered, as if he hadn't even spoken. "And I'll tell you what I did with those ladies, how they moaned with my fingers inside them, how they might not have been pretty, but their pussies tasted sweet, and each one gripped me so hard I thought every time that I was going to die..."
"Uhn. Fuck." He wanted to block out the words, didn't want to hear them, they were fucking lies, but Jin's hand kept him anchored, gripped him as tight as those whores he was talking about and his body, consumed with the need to fuck, to come, ever since last night, was making serious moves to mutiny. His hands were on Jin's shoulders and they were gripping, nowhere near his fucking neck, and his hips were moving, pushing himself into Jin's grip. He could feel Jin's hard cock sliding between his ass cheeks as he moved, fucking hard and so hot, and he was tipping his fucking head to the side to let Jin press a fucking kiss there, like he was some goddamn woman and fuck it was so fucking good...
"I can't fuck you the way I fucked them this time," Jin said, and to Mugen's mind he was not Jin at all right now, because Jin did not use those words, didn't fucking sound like he was made of fire and wanted to burn, to devour Mugen in hunger and heat and need. Jin was cool, remote, Jin was the glassy surface of a lake, reflecting everything, undisturbed except by ripples. This Jin, when he spoke, made Mugen want claw his way closer, draw blood and suck it up, made him want Jin's tongue in his mouth again and-
"Hn!"
"But I can still show you. All you have to do is tell me you want it."
Want it? What 'it'? With Jin's fucking fingers pushing into his ass, he couldn't even think, let alone tell him whatever the fuck it was he wanted to hear. The feeling, the push and curl and stretch going on in his asshole, sent something spiralling up into his brain that obliterated everything, that turned his spine to nothing, and Jin was saying something, his voice low and rhythmic in his ear, but Mugen didn't know, didn't care, was clutching tightly to the other man, pushing up into his still stroking fist and then down onto his fingers. Every time he did, what ever it was burst like knives behind his eyes and he couldn't seem to get enough air or he had too much because his lips were moving, but it took fucking forever to work out what it was he was actually saying.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck me. Come on. Show me, you fucker. Fuck. Come on. Fuck me. Fuck me..."
"Yes," Jin breathed and the shuddering loss of those fingers slipping out of him was suddenly swamped by the shock of something bigger, hotter, and there was one large hand on his hip, manhandling him into place and then Jin looked straight up at him, stared right into him and said; "Go on Mugen. Fuck me back."
Mugen didn't think, possibly couldn't think, just sank, let himself down onto Jin's cock, let himself be filled with it, the panic, the burn, the animal desire to get away because this wasn't right after all oh fucking God it was so good he couldn't breathe and Jin was stroking still, his fingers splayed firm around him, his mouth seeking his.
One of them moved, or maybe both of them, but by then they were fucking; Jin was fucking him and they were kissing and it was the best thing in the fucking world and Mugen gasped and snarled and moaned and bit and Jin fucked him so hard, thrusting up off the bench into him, that thought that maybe he could strangle him after all, just by holding on. They were grunting with each push now and he could hear the way the bath water splashed in rhythmic, man-made waves away from them and over the far side.
"Ah, you feel good," Jin moaned into his mouth and Mugen's toes inexplicably curled. "So...tight. Why don't you...come, Mugen. Come while I'm...in you like...mmm... like those whores did, while my cock's in you and I'm fucking you."
No longer master, not over himself or his body. He could feel it coming from his toes, rolling up and spreading into him like a fireball, tightening his balls, drawing them up and God just a little more harder deeper fuck. Jin's other hand curled up his back and over his shoulder and pulled him down, burying himself in him almost to the base and he groaned into his collarbone, high and helpless. Then Mugen could feel the pulse, and the only thing about Jin that was moving, his cock spurting inside him and his hand on his shaft and it felt-
Blinding, raging brilliance that felt like it wanted to tear him into pieces, to shake him to pieces, over and over, heat and rolling bliss and Jin's voice groaning hoarsely in his ear and his own gasping breath.
And when, after the bathroom and being spread open over Jin's lap and the feel of his cock softening inside him and the way his fingers kept soothing his hair down in indolent, gentle strokes, had returned to his awareness, he shrugged the hand off, clambered off and slumped onto the bench opposite again, and he absolutely did not see the surprised rise, and then fall, of Jin's eyebrows.
"Fuck," he said, just because really, it was all that he could say.
Jin had the grace not to smile, although that blank fucking face was probably hiding a laugh at his expense.
"Better?" Jin asked magnanimously, moving lazily to rinse come off his chest, white on white. Mugen just grunted.
"You know," he muttered. "You owe me three hundred yen, right? For, whatta they call it? Services Rendered."
Jin just smiled faintly, and leaned back against the wall again, in almost exactly the same position he'd been reclining in before, although this time the movement didn't seem to cause as much pain.
"Didn't I tell you?" he murmured, closing his eyes again and he didn't even look like he'd been fucking anymore, except for the teeth-marks, about the size of Mugen's mouth, flaring an angry red against the pale skin stretched across his right shoulder.
"Didn't you tell me what, asshole?"
"That in the end, they were the ones paying me."
Mugen grunted again.
"You fucking pansy liar," he said. Because he bloody well was.
Words: 2,400 approx (unbeta'd again; I only wrote it this afternoon ^^; yay for holidays)
Author: Devera
Fandom: Samurai Champloo
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Jin/Mugen
Prompt: After episode 15 (the brothel and the ninja girl/spy). Mugen's still horny and Jin's... back is sore. [Note: Don't care who's on top, and prefer men to ukes and semes.] Requested by hibem
Author's Notes & warnings:
Not sure if what Mugen does is uke, nor what Jin says is seme (err, not techincally speaking I mean), so I hope I met that part of challenge ok, Hibem? I don't think I've actually ever written for SC before, so they might be out of character. Sorry!
Major warnings for: implied m/f smut, over-use of the f word, bad language, name-calling, hair pulling (okay, not, but almost ^^) and reference to certain women professionals (whom I personally have nothing against) that might offend. Trivia: the F word (or variations thereof) appears here precisely 61 times. That's gotta be some new record, right?
"You're a fucking pansy liar," Mugen declared almost amiably as soon as he eased into the bath. What little money they had left over after last night had been laundered quickly (damn, Fuu was actually useful for something) and they'd found themselves a quiet, shabby little inn to stay in and keep their heads down until the heat was off. Fine with him, not that there was anything much left of the local cartel after that bitch of a shogunate spy had tricked him into kicking their lily-white asses, but he supposed that was beside the point; there might have been a few stragglers around and they could do without the added attention. It was a cheap, shitty inn, with almost no one in it, but the bathhouse was good, cleaner than most and he could smell some fancy herbs or shit in the water that he supposed was probably supposed to be good for them or something. Apparently when Fuu had talked to the innkeeper that had been the deciding factor. Because Jin's back was sore.
Mugen grunted at that, and found his mouth opening to say it again.
"D'you hear me? You're a fucking liar."
Jin just sat there, his eyes closed and his hair twisted up in some girly knot with a few stray, dripping tendrils plastering the sides of his throat, and ignored him. He could have been asleep, for all anyone knew, except that Mugen knew when the bastard was sleeping and when he wasn't.
"There's no way," he continued, undeterred by the silence, "that your stupid fag ass had even one of those hags, let alone all of them. I don't believe it."
Oh yeah, that was why they were having this little stopover, because Jin had a sore back; because Jin, the thin streak of bird shit he was, had spent all fucking night fucking. Not just one of those broads, but all of them. While he, Mugen, the much more virile and handsome of the two, was being led around town by the nose by some Shogun bitch spy, and not getting any. The fact that those hounds he'd so happily left Jin with had put out, when his little honey hadn't, well, it was fucking lies. Maybe one of them had done him, fine, sucked him off or whatever. But the idea that he'd had them all, more than once; it was impossible, laughable. And he refused to believe it.
"And there's nothing wrong with your damn back!"
Jin cracked an eye open at that accusation, proving Mugen had been right, damn him.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were jealous," he murmured and even though he wouldn't have looked it to anyone else who didn't know the bastard, Mugen knew smug when he saw it.
"Of you?" Mugen scoffed, and he'd perfected that level of disdain on this stupid road trip. "Not a fucking chance. I just think you're a liar, is all. Trying to get attention and show me up, just because I busted a bunch a bad guys' heads. Trying to make sure neither of us peg you for the prissy boy-buggerer you actually are."
Jin closed his eyes again, in that way he had that drove Mugen up the wall that said; your words are pointless, because I don't care what you think, and leaned back in the bath. Mugen glared at him as a flash of discomfort darkened his pale face.
"Now why would I care to disavow you of that opinion?" he sighed, clearly disinterested, and settled back against the wall behind him without even bothering to look at Mugen. "I meant jealous of them."
Mugen opened his mouth to scoff - he'd known he was right - when his brain ran that second part by him again.
"What??! What the fuck???"
Jin opened his eyes again, and actually fucking smirked at him.
"Well, obviously, since you keep mentioning it, you're curious. It's only natural, with your poor level of skills and experience. I suppose I could show you one or two things, if you ask."
That was it.
Mugen launched himself across the span of the bath; hands enough of a fucking weapon that he could wrap them around Jin's pale, scrawny neck and strangle the bastard. They could find his fucking corpse floating here in the morning and assume he'd fucking drowned or something and-
But the bastard was as slippery as an eel when he wanted to be, and as quick as a striking snake. There was no transition between moving and not moving with him; he just was or wasn't and before Mugen's fingers could wrap around Jin's throat, the other man was grinding the bones of each wrist together in his grip, his fingers bruising the marks that stained his skin.
"You fucking homo bitch!" Mugen snarled. "I'll fucking kill you, you-"
"Well now, Mugen," Jin said quietly and he wasn't just smirking now, he was smiling, and that was just wrong in so many ways Mugen did a double take, and suddenly realised where he was - spread across Jin's naked lap, his hands caught, staring down into Jin's face and-
"All you needed to do was ask."
Jin tugged and Mugen tipped toward him and then Jin's mouth was on his and his tongue speared past his lips and between his teeth, slick and lithe, stabbing rhythmically. Mugen sat still almost from the shock alone, but it was more that, because for a split second his brain (in denial, obviously) forgot it was Jin, and it was fucking good...
When he realised that, when his body thought it for him and the decision committee of balls and cock thrummed violently with the unanimous vote of fuck, yeah he panicked. He actually fucking panicked and tried to twist out of Jin's hold. Jin released his mouth, but not his hands, and he was smirking again, the goddamn fucking prick, as he peered up into his face.
"You bastard, you-" But fucking hell, was that his voice, sounding all girly and panting? No way. Jin was the fucking girl around here and-
"Ah. I apologise." But Jin didn't sound sorry, and it was pretty damn obvious he wasn't a girl either, from the hardness rising into the cleft of Mugen's ass under the water. "I was under the impression you were left frustrated after last night."
"Fuck you," Mugen blustered, only now aware that Jin had since let his hands go and had instead snaked his arms around his back, cool flesh against his wet, heated skin. "Of course I'm fucking horny; I didn't get laid, and if there's any fucking to be done, I'm gonna be the one to-"
"Is that so," Jin murmured into his abrupt silence, because words wouldn't come suddenly, because one of Jin's hands was around his cock between their bodies and his brain had shut off under the onslaught of unanticipated sensation.
And then started up again under the feeling of that hand firmly stroking down, right down the shaft to the thatch of hair at its base.
"Fuuuuck..." he heard himself say, and it didn't sound like a complaint even to him, and fuck it he was never going to live that down. "Fucking...stop it. Lemme go." Oh fuck. Pig's piss. He didn't mean it; he already knew he didn't mean it.
"Tell me it's good," Jin suggested, stretching up against him, trapping his hand and Mugen's hard-on between them, and his voice was dark, darker than Mugen had ever heard it and it sent some kind of weird frission racing straight down his spine. "Tell me how good it is and I'll think about it."
"No," Mugen growled as Jin's hand stroked up and his thumb curled into the slit as his fingers circled the head and squeezed and oh fuck it was good it was so good fucking hell...
"Thrust into my hand," Jin ordered, as if he hadn't even spoken. "And I'll tell you what I did with those ladies, how they moaned with my fingers inside them, how they might not have been pretty, but their pussies tasted sweet, and each one gripped me so hard I thought every time that I was going to die..."
"Uhn. Fuck." He wanted to block out the words, didn't want to hear them, they were fucking lies, but Jin's hand kept him anchored, gripped him as tight as those whores he was talking about and his body, consumed with the need to fuck, to come, ever since last night, was making serious moves to mutiny. His hands were on Jin's shoulders and they were gripping, nowhere near his fucking neck, and his hips were moving, pushing himself into Jin's grip. He could feel Jin's hard cock sliding between his ass cheeks as he moved, fucking hard and so hot, and he was tipping his fucking head to the side to let Jin press a fucking kiss there, like he was some goddamn woman and fuck it was so fucking good...
"I can't fuck you the way I fucked them this time," Jin said, and to Mugen's mind he was not Jin at all right now, because Jin did not use those words, didn't fucking sound like he was made of fire and wanted to burn, to devour Mugen in hunger and heat and need. Jin was cool, remote, Jin was the glassy surface of a lake, reflecting everything, undisturbed except by ripples. This Jin, when he spoke, made Mugen want claw his way closer, draw blood and suck it up, made him want Jin's tongue in his mouth again and-
"Hn!"
"But I can still show you. All you have to do is tell me you want it."
Want it? What 'it'? With Jin's fucking fingers pushing into his ass, he couldn't even think, let alone tell him whatever the fuck it was he wanted to hear. The feeling, the push and curl and stretch going on in his asshole, sent something spiralling up into his brain that obliterated everything, that turned his spine to nothing, and Jin was saying something, his voice low and rhythmic in his ear, but Mugen didn't know, didn't care, was clutching tightly to the other man, pushing up into his still stroking fist and then down onto his fingers. Every time he did, what ever it was burst like knives behind his eyes and he couldn't seem to get enough air or he had too much because his lips were moving, but it took fucking forever to work out what it was he was actually saying.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck me. Come on. Show me, you fucker. Fuck. Come on. Fuck me. Fuck me..."
"Yes," Jin breathed and the shuddering loss of those fingers slipping out of him was suddenly swamped by the shock of something bigger, hotter, and there was one large hand on his hip, manhandling him into place and then Jin looked straight up at him, stared right into him and said; "Go on Mugen. Fuck me back."
Mugen didn't think, possibly couldn't think, just sank, let himself down onto Jin's cock, let himself be filled with it, the panic, the burn, the animal desire to get away because this wasn't right after all oh fucking God it was so good he couldn't breathe and Jin was stroking still, his fingers splayed firm around him, his mouth seeking his.
One of them moved, or maybe both of them, but by then they were fucking; Jin was fucking him and they were kissing and it was the best thing in the fucking world and Mugen gasped and snarled and moaned and bit and Jin fucked him so hard, thrusting up off the bench into him, that thought that maybe he could strangle him after all, just by holding on. They were grunting with each push now and he could hear the way the bath water splashed in rhythmic, man-made waves away from them and over the far side.
"Ah, you feel good," Jin moaned into his mouth and Mugen's toes inexplicably curled. "So...tight. Why don't you...come, Mugen. Come while I'm...in you like...mmm... like those whores did, while my cock's in you and I'm fucking you."
No longer master, not over himself or his body. He could feel it coming from his toes, rolling up and spreading into him like a fireball, tightening his balls, drawing them up and God just a little more harder deeper fuck. Jin's other hand curled up his back and over his shoulder and pulled him down, burying himself in him almost to the base and he groaned into his collarbone, high and helpless. Then Mugen could feel the pulse, and the only thing about Jin that was moving, his cock spurting inside him and his hand on his shaft and it felt-
Blinding, raging brilliance that felt like it wanted to tear him into pieces, to shake him to pieces, over and over, heat and rolling bliss and Jin's voice groaning hoarsely in his ear and his own gasping breath.
And when, after the bathroom and being spread open over Jin's lap and the feel of his cock softening inside him and the way his fingers kept soothing his hair down in indolent, gentle strokes, had returned to his awareness, he shrugged the hand off, clambered off and slumped onto the bench opposite again, and he absolutely did not see the surprised rise, and then fall, of Jin's eyebrows.
"Fuck," he said, just because really, it was all that he could say.
Jin had the grace not to smile, although that blank fucking face was probably hiding a laugh at his expense.
"Better?" Jin asked magnanimously, moving lazily to rinse come off his chest, white on white. Mugen just grunted.
"You know," he muttered. "You owe me three hundred yen, right? For, whatta they call it? Services Rendered."
Jin just smiled faintly, and leaned back against the wall again, in almost exactly the same position he'd been reclining in before, although this time the movement didn't seem to cause as much pain.
"Didn't I tell you?" he murmured, closing his eyes again and he didn't even look like he'd been fucking anymore, except for the teeth-marks, about the size of Mugen's mouth, flaring an angry red against the pale skin stretched across his right shoulder.
"Didn't you tell me what, asshole?"
"That in the end, they were the ones paying me."
Mugen grunted again.
"You fucking pansy liar," he said. Because he bloody well was.