Fire and Ice: Jin\'s Plan

This one is a bit short, but the next chapter a lemon.
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Disclaimer: not mine world, I just play here.

Jin considered himself a man of intelligence, years of training in the art of the sword at the Mujushin-ken dojo had made him a powerful samurai, and chance had made him beautiful. At the moment however, his beauty, strength and intelligence were being crushed under the sprawled and snoring form of his current lover. The man slept as if he were in the midst of a battle, fighting and thrashing for blankets and space. With a sigh Jin rose and began to complete his morning ritual of bathing and blade exercise. It gave him time to think about the previous night. Mugen was likely not going to be overwhelmingly delighted with the change in their relationship, at least not since he had sobered up, in addition he was likely to be hung over.
Jin wondered if Mugen would attempt to kill him, based on past experience it seemed likely. Repressing a strange feeling of pain in his chest at the though Jin continued his blade movements smoothly. Perhaps it would be prudent to move Mugens sword out of his immediate reach before he woke up. After all, they didn\'t have much money to pay the innkeeper if something got broken.
Completing his morning activities, Jin dressed and after moving Mugens sword away from the bed seated himself by the door to meditate. Jin had been seated no more than a moment when he realized that his choice of location put him in the best possible position to be seen by Mugen when he awoke. Jin sighed to himself, thinking that training will tell, closing his eyes he let the memories of his past carry him away.

He had been so young, broken and grieving from the pain of his master’s death. A death he had caused. A ronin now, a masterless samurai, a sell sword, he was swept up on the doorstep of a women called the Lady. A courtesan of the highest order, a free women who somehow, someway, owned and ran one of the most prestigious bordellos in the city, and she needed a bodyguard.
The Lady taught him about power.
\"Lust is a weapon, a sword of great power, a sword that in the hands of a master, cuts as deep as your katana. You have a master, the blade you wield, and you will never have another, yet I can teach you of the weapon you were born with, your beauty, and another weapon you may wield, lust...\"
The time he spent with the Lady was a strange and fragmented memory now, the lovers he took fading into darkness behind the faces of the men he killed. Yet, something remained, and so the ronin used his beauty his skill, to get what he wanted. The tanned swordsmen, Mugen.

\"\"Shit. Shit. Shit.\" Mugens head was about to explode. A careful shift in his body sent pain racketing through his head, among other locations. \"Ouch, damn it.\"
A soft voice answered him, \"There is a medicinal drink next to you, Mugen, and it will help calm your head.\"
\"Oh no.\" Moaned Mugen to himself, memories of the night before flickered in his head. \"What was I thinking!\'
You weren\'t think much at the time boyo. An inner voice responded.
\"Yeah,\" thought Mugen, opening his eyes and focusing, somewhat painfully on the samurai sitting a few feet away from him, \"oh well, damn the pale bastard was hot! What the fuck, insanity has its rewards, wonder if I can get him to blow me again, hmmmm.\"
You could ask.
Before Mugen could act on that thought he had to deal with his raging headache. Cautiously he sipped the drink, wincing at the unpleasant taste.

\"Okay, so far so good\" thought Jin, carefully keeping his face impassive, \"he hasn’t tried to kill me yet.\" Watching Mugen carefully, as if he was an unpredictable wild animal, he could see the emotions’ flashing across the other mans face. Pain, realizing, dawning horror that shifted to lecherous intent. Which was how Mugen was eyeing him now.
\"Now this\" considered the pale samurai, \"was an unexpected development.\" Mugen\'s obvious desire for him was unexpected, and oddly the samurai felt a knot in his stomach that he hadn\'t even known was there dissolve. Yet, Jin was a well-trained master of the blade, and student of the sexual arts. Both sets of training reminded him that there were times when a strategic withdrawal was just the thing to draw his opponent...closer.

With a graceful movement, Jin rose to his feet and said politely to the tanned swordsman \"Now that you are awake, I will be going to see if I can find us some food.\"
Seconds later, Mugen found himself in an empty room with only his semi-erect cock for company. The shock lasted only a moment, \"WHAT THE FUCK!\" The son of a bitch had acted like, like, as if, as if Mugen was some whore!
Well, that not exactly true, he acted as if nothing at all had happened.
The thought didn\'t comfort Mugen as he dressed, and stormed out of the room.

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Jin was not worried, not at all. Mugen had been gone all day but that was nothing new, he himself would have spent part of the day away from the room, except the sword cut on his back was a bit more... uncomfortable than he was used to, and had started bleeding repeatedly during the day. Jin had intended to request Mugens assistance with the bandaging but he needed to have it bandaged soon to keep it from breaking open whenever he moved. Besides the swordsman knew how to take care of himself.
What if he just left you, after this morning?
Jin ignored the thought and went to find the innkeeper to see if he could get someone to bandage his back.

Mugen was sore, oh yeah, really sore. He had spent most of the day in town center, taking on opponent after opponent, in no holds barred combat. His opponent from the previous day had offered to act as his handler as he set up the impromptu fights. He had made a lot of gold, which was good. However, he couldn\'t stop thinking about Jin, which was very very bad.
\"Stupid, fucker, I am not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me think about It.\" his glower and muttering cleared the street ahead of him as he headed into the inn.