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+S to Z › Samurai Champloo
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
18
Views:
6,136
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Don't own SAMURAI CHAMPLOO OR ITS CHARACTERS; don't make money from WRITING FANFIC ABOUT IT.
That's Mugen's Little Devil
Author's Note: Citrus-taste had the prompt "To Touch the Devil." I couldn't resist.
That's Mugen's Little Devil
I see Jin leave the room, sliding the door closed as he goes. I've been up awhile, watching the sunrise, determined as ever but lonely too. Jin stretches and nods as he heads off, perhaps to relieve himself, maybe to find something to eat or drink Jin's always so quiet. But I know he'll be back, and that's what matters.
Mugen, by contrast, is not so quiet. Oddly, now, I hear him begin to speak. Now, when he is alone…or at least I think he is alone. I hear him call someone "naughty." I hear him moan. Then, "You crave my touch, don't you, little devil," he says. Someone else must have bedded with the two last night.
Images flood my mind as I try to swat them away:
Mugen's mouth between a whore's pale thighs, her head in Jin's lap.
Mugen sweating, thrusting into her.
Jin taking his turn next.
I whimper and squeeze my eyes shut tight until I see spots. Mugen's guttural, "Ohhhh yeahhh…" rouses me from my tortured imagination, and I jump up to peek through the crack of the door.
Inside, I see only Mugen, leaning against the far wall, fisting his erection as it spews over his bare flat belly and drips over his hand. "That's Mugen's little devil," he murmurs, and begins to lick his fingers clean.
I feel a sudden need to wash.
That's Mugen's Little Devil
I see Jin leave the room, sliding the door closed as he goes. I've been up awhile, watching the sunrise, determined as ever but lonely too. Jin stretches and nods as he heads off, perhaps to relieve himself, maybe to find something to eat or drink Jin's always so quiet. But I know he'll be back, and that's what matters.
Mugen, by contrast, is not so quiet. Oddly, now, I hear him begin to speak. Now, when he is alone…or at least I think he is alone. I hear him call someone "naughty." I hear him moan. Then, "You crave my touch, don't you, little devil," he says. Someone else must have bedded with the two last night.
Images flood my mind as I try to swat them away:
Mugen's mouth between a whore's pale thighs, her head in Jin's lap.
Mugen sweating, thrusting into her.
Jin taking his turn next.
I whimper and squeeze my eyes shut tight until I see spots. Mugen's guttural, "Ohhhh yeahhh…" rouses me from my tortured imagination, and I jump up to peek through the crack of the door.
Inside, I see only Mugen, leaning against the far wall, fisting his erection as it spews over his bare flat belly and drips over his hand. "That's Mugen's little devil," he murmurs, and begins to lick his fingers clean.
I feel a sudden need to wash.