Infinite Infatuation

With This Ring


A chill intruded into Jin’s dream. He rolled towards Mugen to drive it off, wishing to return to his dreaming. But his lover was not in the futon with him. Still muzzily reaching for the lover who was no longer there, he glanced around through bleary eyes.

Mugen was seated naked in front of the chest. The lid was open and a small pile of coins and other items that the bandits had felt were worth something were strewn around. Mugen had a ring in his hand, staring at it with a bemused expression on his face. He was muttering under his breath and didn’t even look up at Jin’s unusually awkward movements.

Jin wrapped the blanket around himself and went to see what Mugen was looking so intently at. It was a shiny loop of metal, an incomplete ring. He knew where he had seen another just like it. Its twin still rested inside the chest. He reached into the chest and removed the second open ring. It felt cool in his grasp as he examined it. There was a small ball on it near one end that he didn’t remember seeing the day before on the one the bandit had been wearing. He pinched it and it closed with a little snap, then refused to open again. Having watched Jin’s handling of the ring, Mugen carefully placed his ring back in the chest without closing the circle.

He lowered the lid and pushed the chest to the side. Mugen ran his fingers through the second pile of odds and ends. Some earrings, buttons, and even a few kanzashi, the little weapons had done nothing to protect the girls wearing them in their hair. Mugen picked up one of the hairsticks and tucked it into Jin’s hair over his protests. It didn’t stay there long, as Jin wrenched it out and nicked himself with the sharp end of it.

“What do you think you’re doing?! I’m not one of those girls to be accepting such gifts from you!”

A drop of blood welled up on his finger. Mugen reached over and brought Jin’s finger to his mouth. As he carefully licked the drop from Jin’s finger, Jin felt the annoyance melt away. It had been a very long time since anyone had done something so simple and full of meaning for him. When Mugen sucked the finger into his mouth, Jin’s eyes slid shut with a sigh.

Mugen ran his tongue around Jin’s finger and sucked on it lightly before drawing another finger into his mouth. The soft warm slickness playing around his fingers made Jin glad he was already seated. A low moan escaped him as Mugen continued his ministrations.

Mugen leaned into Jin pressing him back down against the floor. Jin let the blanket fall open, exposing himself to Mugen, the slight chill of Mugen’s skin in sharp contrast against his warmth. Jin wrapped his arms and the blanket around Mugen and sought his lips to distract the rogue further from his new fascination with the ring.

Mugen seemed willing to be distracted, returning the kiss and beginning to slide his erection against Jin’s. Jin wrapped his legs around Mugen’s and thrust against his lover, the crown of his cock grazing Mugen’s and suddenly Mugen was very focused on him. Both the kisses and the thrusting became more immediate. Mugen withdrew his mouth and leaned forward, breathing heavily into Jin’s ear. The soft grunts became more husky and ragged. Jin’s fingers dug into Mugen’s shoulders more forcefully than he had intended. But once again this only seemed to spur Mugen on. He thrust faster and faster until they both coated their bellies with their seed.

Mugen lay there gasping for a while before rolling off of Jin and sitting up. Jin grabbed a towel and wiped himself off, before tossing it to Mugen and getting dressed. He was tying his kimono in place when Mugen finished with his own wardrobe.

With one last glance thrown over his shoulder at the ring in its box, Mugen left the room. Jin sighed in his wake, remembering just how fixated he could become.

When they got to the common room, they found the girl they had rescued from the bandits the day before with her family prostrated on the floor. Jin politely accepted their thanks and the small gift that they had brought. When the family’s honor had been satisfied, they left the inn.

“Hey thanks, man. Didn’t know what to do.”

“It was easy enough just to accept it for their honor’s sake,” Jin avowed.

The next few days were filled with constant requests for the retelling of “their adventures,” as the locals were beginning to call it. Mugen was more than willing to tell the story, embellishing it a little more each time as the patrons kept the sake coming. Jin just watched it all with a weariness that Mugen didn’t understand. Eventually the ring made it into the late night retellings when the townswomen weren’t present. The shocked voices of the patrons only added more fuel to Mugen’s interest.

At odd moments, Jin would catch Mugen staring at the chest muttering under his breath with a strange look in his eyes. After a few days of this it was beginning to set Jin's teeth on edge. So it was with no little trepidation, that Jin found himself honing the little hairstick until it was as sharp as he could make it. And asking himself just what did he think he was doing? Giving in to the inevitable was his only reply.

Jin had just returned from selling the weapons and other odds and ends from the bandits’ cave, when he saw Mugen sitting at his table with a stranger. Mugen motioned him over and introduced the official.

“He’s brought our reward. Now he just wants us to sign for it.” Mugen waved airily at a document on the table.

Jin knew that he was waiting to see where to sign it, so he picked up the brush and put his name in the correct place. Then pointed to the left of his signature for Mugen to make his mark. The infinity symbol confused the official, but Jin patiently explained to him that it was a very obscure kanji that was almost never seen these days. Mugen grimaced, but didn’t want to have to explain any further.

The official took the document and put a purse of coins on the table before leaving. Jin opened the purse and counted the coins. He was almost relieved to see that officials were still corrupt. This one, being no exception, had left them only part of the reward money, no doubt keeping the rest for his troubles. But Jin knew better than mention this to Mugen. He didn’t want to become an outlaw over some coins.

Jin was drawn out of his thoughts, by Mugen’s announcement that it was party time. He just looked blankly at Mugen for a moment as he shifted gears.

“What’s wrong with you? It’s party time!”

Jin nodded and decided to go with it. Maybe this would get Mugen past his strange obsession with the ring, although Jin really had very little hope that would happen.

In very short order the sake was flowing like water. All the patrons took turns buying rounds as the party got louder and louder. When Mugen once more launched into his tale, Jin got up and left the room for a little bit. He came back just in time to hear the exclamations of disbelief as Mugen began detailing the ring they had found in the bandit.

Jin slid onto the bench next to Mugen with a sigh. When Mugen finally drew the tale to a close, Jin immediately suggested that they play pin-pon-pan. Everyone refilled their sake cups and the drinking game began with cheers from the participants. After several rounds of the game, the atmosphere in the room had gotten decidedly festive.

The more Mugen drank the more hands on he got with Jin. At first Jin didn’t mind too much. The villagers were well aware of their relationship and weren’t unduly troubled by it. And they hadn’t bothered trying to hide that they only needed one futon in what was now their room.

But when Mugen grabbed him and pulled him into his lap, Jin had had enough. He came back up out of Mugen’s lap like his ass was on fire. And maybe it was, but enough was enough!

“You have had enough!”

Jin grabbed Mugen’s hand and pulled him up from the bench. Mugen went with him without protest. Jin should have been prepared, but still jumped when Mugen squeezed his ass. The room erupted in cat calls and some very graphic suggestions. Jin pretended not to hear them, but Mugen turned and gave the room at large a very toothy leer and a resounding “Hell yeah!”

This was met with a roar of laughter from everyone in the room. Jin discovered to his dismay that he had not consumed enough sake to keep the furious blush from heating his entire body. He had to settle for leaving the common room with as much dignity as he could scrape together.

Mugen was a little unsteady on his feet as they went to their room. Jin slid the door open and followed Mugen in. He slid the door shut and turned to see Mugen staring at what he had laid out earlier. On a towel were a bottle of sake and a cup, the vial of oil and the one of poppy extract, the sharpened hairstick and the open ring.

Mugen looked at it and then at him with an undecipherable look in his eye. Jin couldn’t decide what he was thinking, until an entirely maniacal yet completely Mugen grin lit his face. He had been reading the situation correctly after all and this was exactly what Mugen wanted. He had been worried that he was getting the cues wrong, but now he knew better.

Mugen shimmied out of his clothing so fast that Jin was surprised that he didn’t fall down. Then Mugen seated himself cross legged next to the towel and its array of items. Jin came over and knelt in front of him. He looked at the twitching and rapidly filling dick in Mugen’s lap.
Jin reached for the poppy extract, only to have Mugen push his hand away.

“Are you sure?”

“Just do it!”

Jin poured sake into the cup and cleaned the hairstick, ring and the crown of Mugen’s cock with it. Then with hands that wanted to tremble, he picked up the hairstick and cupped his lover’s half hard cock in the other hand. He glanced one more time at the fierce almost exultant gleam in Mugen’s eyes, before he put the hairstick in the slit on top of Mugen’s cock and thrust it out under the edge of the crown.

Mugen’s groan was deep and sultry, not at all what Jin had expected. He picked up the ring and pushed the hairstick back out through the tunnel it had made with the ring. Once the ring was in place Jin squeezed it closed with a snap.

Then he just stared at it numbly. Its bright metallic gleam in stark contrast to the deep purple of Mugen’s fully engorged cock. A small trickle of blood ran down from it. It was so much better than Jin had feared that he was almost giddy with relief. Without thinking, Jin leaned forward to lick the blood from Mugen.

Mugen’s body convulsed wildly and he made an inarticulate sound half growl and half scream, before blowing his load all over Jin’s glasses and stunned face. As the aftershocks tore through his body, Mugen fell back laughing weakly as his body continued to shudder with wave after wave of intense orgasm.

With a disgruntled look on his face, Jin removed his glasses and cleaned them and his face, before looking once more at Mugen. The look of euphoria on Mugen’s face made everything better. He had obviously made the right choice for his lover’s happiness, although he still wasn’t sure how he felt about the whole thing.

With that thought, Jin’s eyes were once more drawn to Mugen’s cock. It was still fully engorged and there was no trace of further bleeding much to his surprise. Just as with the first ring, Jin could not pull his eyes away. Then he reached out and touched the ring, tugging on it lightly. Mugen groaned hoarsely and once again his body was wracked with shudders.

“If you keep doing that, you’ll have to follow through.”

Jin tugged again and realized that Mugen had not subsided. He was still as hard as he was after the piercing.

“You really like this?”

“Uh huh,” the rogue moaned. “Just keep tugging on that and you’ll see how much!”

Curiosity overriding his concern, Jin leaned forward and took the head of Mugen’s cock into his mouth. The novel sensation of the metal ring on his tongue and the way Mugen arched up into him made him want to play with the ring. He used his tongue to move it around slightly. Mugen immediately began panting and gasping like he never had before. The husky grunts and groans were practically torn from him.

“Ohhhh… Yeahhh…”

The way that Mugen was starting to thrust into his mouth made Jin worried that the rogue would harm himself. So reluctantly he pulled away from Mugen. With a cry, Mugen grabbed for his hair but only managed to remove the tie holding it back, and Jin’s hair cascaded through his fingers as Jin escaped Mugen’s grasp.

“I told you, you’d better be ready to follow through,” Mugen growled, grabbing Jin’s hair and pulling him back for a kiss. “We… are… not… done!”

“Understood.” And Jin dove back into the kiss, his hair falling in a curtain around their faces, cutting them off from the rest of the world in a place that was just for them.

Mugen was even wilder than he normally was, all but ripping Jin’s clothing off, and this inspired Jin to attempt to keep pace with him. The kisses were needy and demanding, raw with desire, stealing their breath away. Jin was panting almost as heavily as Mugen was. He tried propping himself up to keep his weight off of Mugen’s piercing. But Mugen was having none of that. He was rubbing the head of his cock against Jin’s belly and urging him to do more. Finally Mugen handed the little vial of oil to Jin.

“Don’t make me wait…”

Jin poured a pool of oil into his hand and let it warm before anointing himself. He ran his finger tips down Mugen’s shaft and over his balls searching ever lower. Mugen spread his legs wide and shifted his hips forward to give him easier access. When Jin’s fingers found the bud that they were searching for Mugen gave a contented sigh and relaxed into his touch. The fingers slid in easily and Mugen went to great pains to see that Jin knew just how much he was enjoying it.

Mugen reached down and took Jin’s other hand and guided it to the ring. Jin touched it as carefully as he could and Mugen gasped and pushed up against him. “I won’t break!” Mugen panted out between gasps.

“What am I going to do with you?”Jin asked, the affection in his voice difficult to hide.

“Fuck me! Now!”

Jin entered his lover carefully. When he would have taken his hand away from the ring, Mugen held it in place and urged him to tug on it. Jin tugged lightly with great care. Mugen responded by pushing down onto Jin, his passage clenching rhythmically. Jin enjoyed the results of his stimulation, but couldn't focus on moving while trying not to hurt his partner. Once Mugen realized this, he relented and allowed Jin to release the ring.

Mugen played almost idly with the ring while Jin started to move. But Jin wasn’t fooled; he could feel the affect this was having on Mugen in the way his entire body seemed to throb with every motion Mugen’s fingers made. The throbbing and clenching on his own cock was beginning to push Jin towards his own orgasm.

“Yeah… Fuck yeah… Fuck!”

The cum poured in waves from Mugen as his body thrashed uncontrollably under Jin. Jin just held still and rode Mugen’s orgasm until he came violently, too.

"Mugen...!"

Then he moved to the side until he only half lay on Mugen. Their breathing harsh in his ears. He looked down the length of Mugen to see the pierced shaft only just now slowly going soft. And most amazing of all, there was still no blood.

“We’re going to have to clean that,” Jin motioned to the piercing.

“I’ll just put it in the sake.” And he proceeded to do just that, dipping it into the little cup then offering the cup to Jin after first taking a sip from it. Jin was nonplussed for a moment, but then he drank the rest of the sake down with a little flourish.

“The rest of the wedding feast will have to wait, I need my sleep.”

When Jin burrowed into the futon next to Mugen, he could feel his heart swell. He had done something for his lover that only he could do. Something that Mugen had wanted obsessively. Something that had made them both happy in the end.

Mugen gathered him into his arms and Jin carefully settled himself half on Mugen. This time before Mugen fell asleep, Jin said quietly, “I like you.”

Mugen’s arms tightened around him, “Me, too.”