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Clutch Control	By : Bloodysyren Category: +S to Z > Samurai Champloo Views: 4000 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The day, and now the night had been very uneventful. I hadn’t had a woman in a few weeks and I was really getting tired of playing with myself. I was thinking to myself that this was the absolute worst: trudging through the rain trying to search for a place that was open at this late, dreary hour. On top of that, I was with Mr. Mysterious, not saying a word between us. At least strike up some form of conversation.

We weren’t having any luck and starting to get to the edge of town. I really wasn’t in the mood for going all the way back to the hotel, in the pouring rain. I have never really liked the rain all that much. I suppose it brings back repressed memories or some shit like that. Taking shelter underneath the eaves of a house, I leaned against the door which slid in and I yelped, trying to steady myself. I couldn’t do it in time and feared the worst but a strong hand grabbed my arm and pulled me back upright.

“Thanks, man.” I replied breathless to a stoic face. He only nodded, looking at me as if he was going to say something, but also that he begrudged me at the same time. I hated that look sometimes. He was so straight-laced, it was ridiculous. All the same, though he had a look of contempt towards me most of the time, I have to confess, I have always loved his eyes. He could be staring me down in anger and I would still feel that twinge of lust spark in my stomach. I feel really embarrassed to say it, but he has always held this kind of sexiness that I find more appealing than any scantily-clad woman.

He pushed open the door that I nearly fell through and walked quickly but determinedly under the eaves of the inner courtyard. This house was nothing like I had ever seen. Standing in the rain, I glanced around me: dirty cobblestones, covered in decomposing leaves. The stairs were well worn and looked rotten to me. He sat on the steps, as composed as ever and they creaked beneath his weight. His smooth, husky voice brought me back to reality:

“Get out of the rain, Mugen, you’re drenched.”

“Oh, didn’t realize.” I stammered.

“You didn’t realize that you were getting poured on? What a simple minded fool.”

“Hey, I may be simple-minded, but I can beat your ass any day, Jin.” I spat the last word out harshly and immediately regretted it.

“It looks like this house has been deserted for some time.” He stated, changing the subject thankfully. Standing, he turned and knocked on the door, out of politeness, I suppose, though there was obviously no one home. I stood up and crossed the distance between us, pushing the door open and walking inside. I could see that my lack of manners or decency flustered him a little and I smirked in spite of myself. Following me, we explored the old run down shack of a house.

As hard as I might, though I hit squeaky floorboards left and right, his feet made no din, in fact, I could hear nothing except for the rain splattering on the roof. Despite the cold air outside and the frigid rain falling, it was fairly comfortable inside the deserted place. I walked into a bedroom and flopped down on the floor, tossing my sword to the side and kicking my shoes off to land where they pleased. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him slip off his shoes daintily and sit against the wall, placing his sword next to him in a protective gesture.

I turned towards him, not really expecting anything but he was looking at me intensely, as if he wanted to see right inside of my soul. Even in the dimly lit room by streams of moonlight, I could still see the steely grey glint in his eyes. I got embarrassed, looked away.

“Do you really think that you can beat me, Mugen?” He said in a questioning, matter of fact tone.

“Why? You don’t think I can?” I replied.

“No. I just believe that with the different ways that we fight that I simply have the upper hand.”

My hand stretched out to grope for my sword as I replied:

“We should test this little theory of yours then. I’m curious now.” I said as I smirked and my fingers touched the hilt of my sword.

He stood slowly and replaced his sword in his hakama, thumbing out his blade. I stood up to look at him as I twirled my sword in my hand, smirking devilishly. It started out as all of our fights do, rushing feet quick to move, heavy breathing under the passion of the fight, flashing eyes intent on demise. Our swords sparked and clashed, breaking the silence of the forgotten house. We flew apart and stared at each other before it started again. The whistling of steel and the scrape of our feet along the tatami mats. I thought that I had matched him, but his quick skill forced me backwards against the wall and I could hear my sword clatter to the floor as he held his blade to my throat. Heavy breathing and my heart beating deafening in my ears, I locked eyes with him. We stood there a moment, eyes locked, gasping for breath. The rush of battle had gotten to me again. There was something erotic about having power over another man, there was an even more erotic feeling of being dominated by another man, especially one as powerful and mysterious as him.

His sword still bit into my neck a little and he released it’s cold edge from my throat, but still held it there. His eyes bored into me like his blade had and I could feel a stirring in my stomach and between my legs. My embarrassment was not enough to back down from the fight so easily, whether it was fuelled by rage or lust. I stared at him intently, gripping his blade between my fingers.

“If you are going to hold a sword to my throat, you might as well cut me a little.” I said as I dragged the edge along my neck for a second. Yes, it hurt, but the pain caused my throat to go dry, my palms to sweat, a shiver of pleasure course through my body. I still locked gazes with him and as I inflicted the injury, his eyes went wide, a look of shock crossing his face for a second. It was replaced with almost a hungry look, he seemed like he would actually cut my throat for real. This time, true fear passed through my mind, thinking that he might actually break the promise we had made with the girl and kill me now, with no remorse. I shut my eyes and expected the worst.

Instead of a searing pain at my throat from the impending decapitation, a surge of pleasure took me under as I heard his sword clatter on the floor and he grabbed me around the waist, his hot tongue sliding over the wound that I had made. I moaned headily, taken by surprise and leaned my head back, mouth open and gasping. He pressed his body to mine and I could feel the heat of his hands through my shirt. He bit down a little into the wound and I hissed in pain, but secretly loving the sadistic pleasure he was inflicting on me. I gasped again when he reached between my legs to squeeze tightly my already hard erection. I panted, melting into his embrace. I slid my arms around his neck and pulled out the tie holding his hair up. He ran his tongue along my collarbone and I shivered again, burying my hands in his black silk hair.

He then wrenched me off of the wall and twisted around, slamming me to the floor, and he fell on top of me. The wind was knocked out of me briefly but it was quickly replaced with a throaty moan torn from me when his body weight pressed firmly against my aching cock. I tossed my head back and clutched at his hair, yanking a little to emphasize my enjoyment.

He slid his lips along my collarbone again, nipping with his teeth and making me squirm. Tearing my shirt open, exposing my chest and stomach, his curious hands explored endlessly, pinching and twisting my sensitive nipples, making me buck my hips against him, wanting to find release in his powerful embrace. I could feel him smiling against my heated skin and I pressed my hips up against him. His hands blazed a trail again down to my groin and I panted, pressing up into his palm.

He fumbled around for a moment and found my sword. I felt the unfortunate shift of weight as he got up, placing a foot on my chest. I thought once again that he might kill me with my own sword raised above his head and I very noticeably flinched and squeaked in fear as he drove my sword into the mats right above my head. I cracked open my eyes and he was untying his hakama, sliding a strap out and leaning over me again. I could feel my wrists being tied to my sword and I knew that the way he was doing it: if I try and cut the binds free, I would have to cut through my own wrists in order to escape. I could do nothing except smirk evilly and look up at him with challenge in my eyes.

Standing before me, I craned my neck to see the pale Ronin holding his hakama loosely and my eyes went wide as he dropped them to the floor and stepped out of them. I saw him bend down, and his slender fingers nudged my back up as he slid his pants underneath me, giving me some padding from the hard floor. As I gazed up at him, he looked down at me and smiled evilly. He kneeled between my legs and once again pressed his hand to my crotch, pulling me free from my pants, he squeezed and pumped my cock in his fist hard. I thrashed and bucked my hips up, wanting more. As I screwed my eyes shut, I could feel instantly the wet, hot cavern of his mouth, smooth and tight around me. My eyes shot open and I let out a strangled groan, moaning in time with his fist moving up and down on me. I saw him reaching inside his own pants to stroke himself in time with his ministrations on me.

I simply couldn’t take it anymore. He was working his hand faster on me, when all of a sudden his mouth was no longer around my hard flesh, but sucking and biting hard on my nipple, already sensitive from such intense stimulation. I felt my whole body being inflamed with lust and I spilled my seed over his hand, my whole body tensing and my mouth chanting his name. He slowed down his pace, still sucking on my nipple and licked a trickle of cum off of his finger. I felt my pants being tugged down and raised my hips to help him. Not knowing what was going to come next, I closed my eyes and waited patiently. I flinched when I felt a slick finger prod my ass. I knew that it was the same hand that I had spilled into and smiled a little, that cheeky bastard.

He pressed his finger into me slowly and swirled it around in slow circles, making me hard all over again, making me nearly beg for him to be inside me. I twisted and squeezed around his finger, it felt so good. He slid that finger in and out of me, using another one to gently massage me, finally sliding both within my hot ass. I could feel his fingers pressing for that spot that he secretly knows make me scream. A few more seconds and he has me panting heavily, hearing his own heavy breathing at the sight before him. I can sense his desire to take me, it is almost as strong as my desire to be filled by his aching cock. He brushes over a bundle of nerves inside me and I thrash my head, nearly crying from the pleasure. He tries to find it again but in vain, calming me down a little. I am still breathing hard when he discovers my hot spot again and I gasp forcefully, pressing my ass into his fingers, urging him to press in further.

He pulls out slowly, knowing how much I love it, but hunting after something else. I strain my neck again to see his eyes close lustfully as he strokes himself and I feel myself getting harder, if that is even possible at this point. His head falls back as a trickle of pre cum drips out of the head of his cock. I feel weight again as he moves up my body, steadying himself with my sword. I crane my neck and take his cock into my mouth, taking in all I comfortably can. Gazing up at him, his eyes are closed, his face a mask of pure focus as I swirl my tongue over the tip and the underside of his weeping cock. I bob my head as best I can, knowing that is something I like having done to me. He almost loses control, then remembers the real reason for this encounter.

He slides back down my body, a line of saliva dripping over my chin, trying to get him as wet as possible. He lifts my legs up, angling my hips against his body. I squeeze my eyes shut for a third time expecting to be hurt in some way. I feel the press of his cock at my ass as I expand to admit this new intruder. He gently pushes back the first ring of unrelenting muscles and tears come to my eyes. Pausing so I can get used to it, he gently starts up again and his cock brushes against the nerve bundle again, causing me to buck my hips violently. He grits his teeth and cries out, tossing his head back and thrusting into me harder. I tense my body against the sensation and rock my hips again, moaning deeply and straining my head to see his eyes flutter closed while his cock slides in and out of me.

“Uhh, fuck me.” I manage to choke out. His pace increases and I smile happily, his cock pulsing inside of me, making me pant with every thrust. He is groaning like an animal now, completely undone by my body. I squeeze my ass tighter and his eyes flutter closed and his moans go up in pitch. He is now lost all control and is pounding into me as if to get to the other side. I gasp and match his rhythm, his hands tightening on my ankles, pressing my legs to my chest. He bites his lip and with one hand squeezes and pumps my cock with an iron fist. I groan loudly and buck my hips harder, wanting to feel him come inside me. As we rock into each other, he is grasping my cock so tight I think I just might come before he does. With a particularly rough thrust, he is spilling into my eager body and I am once again spilling into his hands, covering my chest and stomach. He releases my ankles and lets them drop gently to the floor. He stretches his neck down, still feeling his cock pulse inside me to lick up some of my spilled seed.

He pulls out of me slowly and wipes himself off with my shirt! I start to protest as he unties me and gently cleans me off, making sure that I am still alright, that nothing was cut or reopened. Placing his hakama back on, he helps me up and kisses me affectionately. I pull up my pants, slightly regretting the loss of my shirt, but not hearing the rain anymore, which is a good sign. I go to try and pull my sword out of the floor, but it is lodged fast. He comes over and places an arm around my waist, leading me out of the deserted bedroom. As we are walking out of the abandoned house, I feel naked not only because of the loss of my shirt, but also the loss of my sword.

“I can’t believe you made it stick so firmly in the floor. I suppose I really should accept defeat and say that you are stronger than me. But, what am I supposed to do without a weapon? What will I do to defend myself in the future? How am I supposed to protect myself against you now?”

“Well, Mugen, “ he said, pushing me up against a wall and bending down to brush his lips against the cut on my neck, getting me all excited again, “We can always come back for it tomorrow.”
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