Infinite Infatuation

Wolf’s Head

Jin woke to find Mugen sprawled across him. He moved experimentally and when there was no answering rush of pain, he eased out from under the sleeping man and sat up. The bruise was several different shades, ranging from yellowish green at the edges and shading into a bluish purple oblong in the center. It was still a little tender to the touch, but had not stiffened and was no longer hampering his movements.

“Still something else, isn’t it?”

Without looking up, Jin nodded. “But it isn’t a problem anymore.”

To prove it, he stood and went effortlessly through a series of stretches and defensive postures. Mugen watched appreciatively.

“We’ll get what we need today, and go after them tomorrow. Some of the villagers think they know where they are hiding. If they’re right, we can get there, take care of things and return in one day.”

“When did you find all that out?” Jin looked impressed.

“While you were sleeping.”

They spent the day gathering supplies, sharpening their weapons, and talking with the local hunters about where the bandits were most likely camped. One had even gone so far as to track the man who had run away from the fight. He offered to guide them part of the way. Everyone wanted to clear the bandits out the forest.

That evening they went to bed early, with the promise of a predawn breakfast with their guide.

Jin burrowed down into the futon next to Mugen. He felt something hard press against his back. Mugen wrapped his arms around him and snugged him up close. No longer able to ignore the rogue’s cock pressing into his back, Jin sighed and said, “Shouldn’t we be saving our energy for tomorrow?”

“You really think I can just go to sleep like this?”

Jin considered insisting on it, but decided that maybe he would no longer be able to either, as the other’s hands wandered up and down him. “I guess if I am to have any sleep at all tonight, we had better get on with it.”

“That’s the spirit,” Mugen commented wryly.

However he didn’t waste any time in turning Jin to face him. Mugen took Jin’s hand and slid it down his stomach and onto his cock, before doing the same to Jin. Once they had each other in hand, Mugen set the pace, sliding his hand in long slow strokes up and down Jin’s shaft. Jin matched his movements. Every time Mugen sped up, so did Jin, until their hands were practically flying. They both pumped their hips into the other’s hand. In very short order their moans filled the air as their hips stuttered to a halt.

“Fuck yeah…!”

“Mugen…!”

They were up before the crack of dawn. Mugen was not impressed, dark was for sleeping as far as he was concerned. But Jin didn’t seem bothered by it. He just moved around the room with an air of quiet efficiency, dressing and gathering what he needed. He turned to Mugen and wordlessly handed him his clothing and weapons.

Muttering darkly under his breath the whole time, Mugen stood and got dressed. He slung his daishō on its baldric over his shoulder and adjusted its heft at his waist. Couldn’t Jin see that he felt like all the village livestock had taken their morning constitutional on him?

They met their guide in the common room. He looked happier about it than Mugen felt. Hell, Jin looked happier about it than Mugen felt. Was the whole damn world made up of eager beaver morning people?! And people wondered why he was the way he was… They were just lucky he hadn’t killed someone yet. That usually made him feel better.

Jin took the lead in asking the guide what he knew about where the bandits were and their surroundings. He didn’t want there to be any surprises once they got there and could no longer talk freely. It turned out to be surprisingly simple. There was a clearing about a mile deep into the forest that had both a spring and an overhang. The man who had fled the fight had gone in that direction. The guide had gotten fairly close to make sure he had not changed direction at the last moment. But the man had never wavered in his course, homing in on the clearing that the guide knew to be there.

“I’ll take you close enough that you will not be able to miss it, but I won’t stay for the fighting. I’m no warrior.”

“Fair enough. We’ll take it from there.” Jin nodded at Mugen.

Mugen flashed him a wolfish grin, finally someone to get even with for being awake at this ridiculous hour of the morning.

They made better time on the trail than Jin had managed the last time he had traveled it. The sun hadn’t been up long before their guide was leading them off the trail and towards the clearing. He showed them both how to minimize the amount of sound their steps made. At first, Mugen just blew him off, but when he saw how silently Jin was moving, he applied himself to learning, too. He was even managing to do a pretty good job of it in his geta, when the guide motioned them to stop.

“This is where I leave you. Just go straight ahead about another quarter mile and you won’t be able to miss it.” Then he faded back into the woods, leaving behind nothing but birdsong in his wake.

Jin loosened his daishō in its scabbard, and saw Mugen doing the same. They moved away from each other, so they could come from different directions, before once more moving forward.

Jin smelled the campfire before he saw it. He practiced his newfound stealth in edging closer to the clearing. Two men lounged around the fire, while a third with a bucket presumably went to the spring. The third was wandering in Mugen’s direction, and Jin didn’t really expect him to return. That only left whoever was behind the cloth wall draping the front of the overhang.

While Jin was trying to decide how to let Mugen know he was ready, a woman’s scream rang out from behind the cloth wall. Jin sprang into action straight at the two men near the fire. Both barely had time to register surprise before they would not be registering anything again. He saw a blur of red dash behind the cloth. Another scream followed by gasping sobs came from the direction Mugen had taken.

Jin looked cautiously around the clearing to make sure there were no further opponents. He didn’t see any motion and the only sounds were the feminine sobs coming from behind the cloth covering the mouth of the overhang. When it became clear that there were no more bandits, Jin went in search of Mugen.

He pushed the fabric aside and stepped into the enclosed area. Sunlight streamed in through the cloth and illuminated a strange tableau. Mugen was standing over a naked corpse wiping the blood off his daishō with what might have been the guy’s shirt. A half naked girl crouched as far away from Mugen as she could get, finger shaped bruises livid against the pale skin of her thighs and her hands still bound behind her back. Apparently they had caught the bandit with his pants down.

Jin picked up a discarded blanket and slowly walked towards the girl. Her eyes opened wide with apprehension and the hiccupping sobs got louder. She edged away until her back was against the rock wall.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said as he settled the blanket over her. “Here. Cover yourself.”

"Huh... Would you look at that?"


Jin looked over his shoulder to see what he was talking about. Mugen had his geta on the remains of the bandit, he gave the body a nudge with his foot and Jin saw a startling metallic flash. He rose and moved closer to get a better look at what was now holding his attention as well as Mugen's.


His stunned look drew a snort from the other man. "Yeah, that's what I thought, too."


His unbelieving eyes beheld a ring of metal piercing the dead man's penis. It looped out through the slit on top and back in just under the crown. He found it strangely difficult to look away from that unnatural thing.


"I wonder if that hurt?"


He gave Mugen an incredulous look of pure disbelief. Mugen had been on the receiving end of the look enough times before to know it when it was turned on him. With a shrug, he touched the piercings in his ears and said, "These didn't hurt." Jin's look didn't change, if anything it intensified. "Well, they didn't..."


"I wonder..." Mugen muttered under his breath.


Jin turned away, shaking his head. Sometimes he just didn't understand what that man could be thinking.


To get that image out of his head, he turned to the girl and removed her bonds. Then told her to get herself presentable and gather anything that was hers in preparation to leave.


When he turned once more, Mugen was ransacking the overhang for anything that looked like it might be worth something. It wasn't much, a few weapons, some food and sake, and a small chest with a lock. The key was found on the chain around the corpse's neck. They each made a pack with blankets and set off on their way.

Jin wasn’t sure the girl would be able to keep up with them in her state. But she seemed to want to get away from there as badly as they did. She still hadn’t spoken, but she was no longer sobbing. At least she didn’t seem to regret the bandit’s death.

The trek back to the inn took longer now that the adrenaline had worn off. Even Mugen wasn’t as pumped as he had been this morning. But they still made it back to the village before evening. Soon after they entered the village the girl turned down a side street and walked off as if she were familiar with her surroundings. A moment later an older woman rushed up to her and swept her into an embrace. Jin just nodded to her and followed Mugen the rest of the way to the inn.

They were instantly the center of everyone’s attention when they entered the inn. A pleased murmur rippled through the patrons, and the village head man came up to them with a grin.

“The bandits?”

“Won’t be bothering anyone again,” Mugen announced to the room. This time the ripple of conversation was louder and took longer to subside.

“I’ll let the officials know that the bandits have been dealt with. They should bring the reward as soon as I contact them.”

Mugen nodded before heading to his room to drop off their bundles. He put his bundle in the corner of the room and reached for Jin’s.

“Now, let’s celebrate.”

“Celebrate? What is there to celebrate?”

“They’re dead and we aren’t. In my book, that’s reason to celebrate!”

The food they had eaten on the way back hadn’t been enough and now he wanted something hot for dinner and some sake to wash it down. He needn’t have worried about their meal. When they returned to the common room, food was spread out on his table and the patrons vied for the chance to buy them sake.

All Mugen had to do was regale them with the story of their brave attack on the bandits. Jin wasn’t sure that he recognized most of the story that Mugen was telling, but felt that it was perhaps wisest not to interrupt with his version of events. Instead he focused on what Mugen was telling in case he needed to repeat something in the future.

By the time Mugen was done embellishing the story, they were both pleasantly drunk and the patrons were beginning to wander home. He grabbed the last bottle of sake and their cups, then wobbled on his way to his room. Jin followed close on his heels.

They sat on the futon and drank the last of the sake before Mugen reached for Jin. “Think you have the same reaction again?”

Jin’s eyes swept involuntarily down to his waist. He hadn’t really needed to look to know the answer to that. With a blush, he pulled his eyes away from his erection and glanced at Mugen’s. “Looks like I’m not alone in that,” he replied.

“Well… What’s say we take care of that?”

Mugen wriggled out of his clothing much faster than Jin would have thought possible in his inebriated state. Then he reached to help Jin, who had only just removed his glasses and set them safely on the table across the room. His arms went around Jin’s legs and toppled him to the futon. When they untangled their limbs, Jin found himself faced with Mugen’s rampant cock while Mugen made short work of his hakama.

Mugen’s tongue lapped up the drop of nectar on Jin’s cock as he bumped his own cock against Jin’s lips. Jin extended his tongue and licked Mugen’s crown, dipping down into the slit to collect the precum welling up. For a little while Jin just licked the crown, while Mugen sucked the head of his partner’s cock in and out of his mouth. But soon Mugen was bored with that and put his hand on the back of Jin’s head and pushed him forward. His cock slid into Jin’s mouth and came to rest at the back of Jin’s throat.

Jin tried to pull back, but Mugen kept his hand steady and he couldn’t move away. Mugen gave a little series of short thrusts into his mouth and muttered, “Nice…” before swallowing his lover’s cock to the root. Jin wasn’t able to keep himself from arching up into it and groaning around the shaft in his mouth.

“Do that again!” Mugen demanded breathlessly. He took Jin back into his mouth and demonstrated. The vibrations moving down the length of him had Jin’s full attention. He couldn’t believe how good it felt. He gave an experimental groan that was answered by another one from his lover.

Mugen rolled Jin onto his back and straddled his face. He slid his shaft back inside Jin’s mouth and lowered his own mouth to take his lover’s cock. Jin sucked the cock in his mouth, humming around it as he ran his tongue around the crown. But that wasn’t enough for Mugen. He started thrusting in and out of that hot mouth. Jin struggled to continue licking and sucking the head as it slipped between his lips. Mugen bobbed up and down on Jin’s cock while fucking his face.

Mugen set a fast pace and there wasn’t much Jin could do about it except try to hang on for the ride. He did the best he could while reaching up to play with Mugen’s balls. He stroked them and rolled them in his fingers. Mugen seemed to enjoy this and redoubled his efforts, humming and sucking on Jin like a man possessed. His thrusts became even deeper, nearly choking Jin. With a final deep thrust, he buried himself in Jin’s throat and pumped cum down his throat. He sucked and moaned on Jin with every pulse, milking a matching orgasm from him.

Mugen flopped down next to him on the futon and chuckled wearily. “Now that was something!” Jin nodded weakly. He lay there just breathing, listening to Mugen’s breathing even out until he was quietly snoring. Then he moved the pillows and blanket to cover Mugen and settled in beside him.