Get Your Leg Off Me

Author's Note: Based on the prompt "Vampire Loving" at LJ Comm Citrus-Taste.

What Are You Doing Down There, You Cretin?

"Mugen," Jin snapped. There was no response. "Mugen," a bit more urgently. The samurai would not flinch, and he would not raise his voice. "What are you doing down there, you cretin?" There. He'd name-called, but he hadn't moved away from the pain and he hadn't raised his voice. And the creature at last sat up.

Glaring defiantly, Mugen faced his accuser then turned to spit. Drawing his sleeve across his mouth, he wiped away the blood. "Look, asshole, either you want me to get the poison outta that wound, or you don't. I could care less whether you die of snakebite, you stupid prick." A lopsided grin formed and he poked his finger in Jin's pale face. "Only reason I'm doing this is 'cause I'm not gonna sit by and watch Fuu play nurse while you milk it for all the attention you can get."

Jin did not grant his companion any reaction whatsoever. The slender viper had bitten him as he slept by the campfire, on the back of his thigh. True, it was not easy to clean a wound in such a place, but he'd had no opportunity, being overwhelmed by Mugen's special brand of mania. Jin had watched as Mugen skewered and waved the viper aloft, dancing in triumph, while Fuu screamed then obeyed Mugen's command to fetch water from the nearby stream to clean it. Water was unnecessary, Jin had noted calmly, feeling the little punctures begin to throb. Mugen had smiled and said they didn't need a hysterical woman watching while he did what was necessary.

Now Mugen bent to suck and spit more of the venom from Jin's thigh until he tasted nothing but blood. And then he sucked some more. There was a sweet metallic taste, one he enjoyed, often licking his own cuts and scrapes to soothe them. "Almost done," he muttered, pushing Jin onto his belly and lapping at the now poison-free wound as it bled freely.

Jin opened his mouth to complain again at how long Mugen was taking, but something stopped him. The warm softness of that tongue was surprising, pleasant, startlingly so. Who'd have thought the wild animal of a man could tongue-bathe like a skilled whore? He held his breath, dared not speak.

Mugen grunted, tasting salty flesh as the bleeding slowed a bit. His cock grew hard and his hand, seemingly instinctively, reached beneath Jin and into his hakama to learn whether he, too, was aroused. There was no resistance to his curious fingers, no reaction in sound or movement, but Mugen's hand wrapped a satisfyingly erect shaft as he passed his tongue again and again over the injured thigh.

"I'm back!" Fuu exclaimed, suddenly appearing before them, accompanied by the sound of water sloshing in a little wooden pail she'd somehow managed to scrounge away from any village in the dead of night. "Is he all right?"

Mugen cursed under his breath and leapt to his feet. Damn, the little bitch was fast. "Yeah, he'll be fine," he muttered. Turning away to keep Fuu from seeing his erection, he caught Jin's eyes reflected in the firelight, staring intently. He licked his lips and winked. "Look after him, Fuu. I'm goin' down to the river to cool off."