Brothel Boogaloo

Title: BROTHEL BOOGALOO
Author: Samurai Champloo (c) geneon.
Summary: Takes place middle of episode #3. Jin never revealed his presence, Mugen gave into the cat house...Some details have been changed to prevent spoilers; but there is a slight spoiler for episode #11.
Rating: yaoi/lemon/shonen-ai, NC/Rape. Violence/language.
Pairing(s): Mugen/Jin, OC/Jin
Feedback: desired.
Characters: Usual SC cast. Plus a few characters of my own.
Author’s Notes:
((Plus note to Jin fans: (myself included) Includes scenes of NC/Rape. The first chapter is a little rough on our ronin but it gets better I promise. Enjoy!))
Disclaimer: man on man action...I think we all know I don\'t own any of the characters...except the ones I made up...

CHAPTER ONE: BROTHEL BOOGALOO
30 MAY 2005 8:00AM, MONDAY

//
\"...Go get laid or something.\"
//

The phrase played over in the tan mans brain.
//I can get laid any time, any place. Why do it now, when we could be going after that fucking bodyguard?//
Mugen shook his head in defeat and continued down the wooden hall.

The place was huge and decorative. So many people were walking around. Most were possible John\'s or willing women, but a few had other reasons for being there. Like Mugen did, it was practically crawling with Yakuza.

He growled lightly as he turned what felt like the 50th corner to reveal another identical corridor.

\"Fuck! Oi, you...\" He shouted to an old man on the street.

\"Aehh?\"

\"Where does a guy go to get some ass around here?\"

\"If you mean women, you keep following this...\" He pointed to the hall. \"Should take you to the main office.\" The man smiled, returning to his oogling of the beautiful maidens.

Mugen walked on again, trying to imagine an old guy like that getting some action.
//Crazy old ecchi...//

- - - - -

\"That\'s one huge broad!\" A guardsman remarked.

\"Yeah but yer face is good though. I gots just the job fer \'ya honey.\" Another guard drooled before leading the way.

A little too quickly, the rather tall woman and suspiciously old man followed the two men. At a safe distance away they spoke.

\"You look pretty good in that.\" The \'old man\' whispered.

\"It\'s quite uncomfortable.\" A masculine voice came from painted lips.

\"Just keep it up. When they take you, I\'m gonna try to locate Otsuzu. Just don\'t get caught.\"

\"Shouldn\'t it be the other way around?\"

\"No. I can move around more. Your job is to decoy. Don\'t worry I\'ll find her, come get you, and then we act.\"

\"Don\'t hurt my glasses...\" Was the last thing the \'woman\' said before the four entered a well lit room.

- - - - -

\"What in the hell?!\" Mugen fumed grabbing his hair as he was starting another corner. //Guess pussy isn\'t on the menu tonight...//
He sighed looking out at the crowd.

\"Escuse me...Sir?\" A small voice came from the paper door.

\"Eh?\"

\"You seem lost, welcome...\" Spoke the beautiful, shapely woman in full dress/makeup, who greeted him.

\"That\'s more like it!\" He smiled hungrily, walking through the opened door.

\"Oh, you are the one who came with the Nagatomi. Just one minute.\"

\"Wait, wait, wait...You\'ll do.\"

\"I\'m sorry Sir, I belong to another tonight. I will return with your arrangements.\"

\"Make sure her arrangements look like yours.\" He licked his teeth seductively.

The woman bowed and left the room. He sighed a little and looked around the decorated place. He couldn\'t care less about the room though, an alleyway would be fine right now. After all that walking and all those jiggling women passing him...He was ready for a little brothel boogaloo.

\"Ahh, welcome. Please come this way sir. I\'ve arranged you with our newest girl, she is especially for the Yakuza and their associates.\"

\"She hot?\" He followed the man.

The man in blue clothing bit his lip.
//If you like that sort of lady...//
\"She is a little tall but very lovely.\"

\"So? Tall doesn\'t matter...Just as long as she\'d not dead...But then again if she was hot enough...\"

\"Right here sir.\" The man cut off the swordsman\'s rambling and pointed to the door, beckoning him to enter.

\"Pretty sweet...\" Mugen rubbed his light chin stubble in approval.

- - - - -

The ronin in disguise sat alone in the small room. All though he had his sword hid in the samisen, nervousness crept into his soul. This was no longer about money or needing food, he decided. The boy needed help, as did the cabinet makers daughter who was forced into working here. The Nagatomi were ruining the city slowly; and he was going to help, whether the Kowata were behind him or not. No matter what it took he would wait for word Sousuke had found Otsuzu.

That\'s what bothered him. What all \'no matter what\' entitled. He sure as hell didn\'t want to fight the entire Yakuza with the boy and girl at his side. He knew what he might have to do and that\'s why he sat, chewing the insides of his mouth as the door opened.

- - - - -

//Nani?!//
The black haired ronin kept his reaction hidden.
//H-he has to know it\'s me...What will I do?//

\"Your one ugly chick, no offense.\" Mugen got closer to the confused form.

He couldn\'t talk. What would he say?
//Why the hell is he here?//

\"Wait...Jin?\" A spliced brow raised.

\"Why are you here?\" The familiar calm voice came finally.

\"Eww!\" Mugen jumped back a few feet. \"Are you that hard up for money?! Fuck...\" Disgust was written all over his shocked tan face.

\"I asked my question first.\" He looked away.
//I\'d rather him think ill of me than ruin the boys plan.//

\"None of your crossdressing business...So, that\'s why you never watched those chicks bathing...\" Mugen began laughing, sitting on the floor across from him.

\"Hmh...\" The ronin kept his eyes down.

\"Oh well, I\'m getting some ass tonight.\" Tanned eyelids narrowed seductively. \"Even if it\'s yours...\"

Jin felt himself unable to control his expression. A very shocked look stared back.

\"Why you look so shocked, I am the lowest of the low right? I\'ve fucked dudes before. A hole is a hole, ne?\" Mugen was enjoying the look on the usually cold face.

Somewhere under all the makeup Jin was sure he was blushing. He had briefly thought the Ryu-kyuian to be attractive. Never did he imagine he\'d be in this situation. Clearing his throat he absentmindedly played with the blue beads around his wrist.

\"Do what you want, just be quick about it. You can\'t hold me up all night if I want to make money.\" He lied.

\"You really are sick, samurai boy.\"

\"Someone played well for you to insult me.\"

\"Consider it foreplay...So you gonna suck me off or what?\" Mugen pointed to his shorts.
// This is gonna be so fucking cool...//

Jin tried not to gasp. He knew what was going to happen and fighting him would draw too much attention.
//Why am I doing this?!//
Somehow he made himself crawl over to where Mugen was sitting.

\"Are you going to sit or s-stand.\" He bit his tongue for letting his nervousness show.

\"I think I\'ll s-stand.\" The swordsman stuttered on purpose to annoy Jin. He stood quickly and began untying his shorts.

The ronin looked down, sitting quietly on his knees a few inches away.

\"Oh yeah, I haven\'t bathed in a while, not sure what flavor I am.\" Mugen had to laugh. This was the best night ever.

Jin felt vomit in the back of his throat, but forced himself to remain still.
//Is that boy really worth this? I could kill him now and escape. Never look back...//
As Mugen struggled with his shorts, a million ideas ran through the ronin\'s head. He sat there planning until something warm and sticky brushed against his face.

\"Wait I-\" Before he could finish, Mugen grabbed his head and forced himself into Jin\'s mouth.

\"Shut up...You bite me and I\'ll break your fucking neck right now.\" He placed another hand roughly under the ronin\'s neck, serious.

Jin felt tears threaten to fall from his eyes.
//Run, kill him now!!//
But he couldn\'t, his word to another was a vow his spirit would not let him break. No mater what his mind wanted. He gave up trying to pull away, letting his arms fall to his sides. Closing his eyes, he decided to just let Mugen finish and be done with it.

\"Mmm...Your ugly little mouth is finally good for something...\" The tanned one pushed into the mouth harder, hearing a slight gag.

Despite his wishes to prolong the suffering of the ronin, he knew he was about to climax. It had been a while since the swordsman had seen any action.

//Just don\'t throw up...//
The ronin chanted over and over as the hot organ barreled into his mouth, brushing his tonsils. He was gagging a lot anyway and Mugens manhandling wasn\'t helping.

\"F-fuck...\" Mugen tensed pushing hard, holding a handful of hair. \"Fuck, fuck, fuck!!\" He thrust harder, exploding deep in the ronin\'s mouth.

Jin was choking now but the handful of hair wouldn\'t let him move. He was forced into swallowing some of the warm salty liquid. Then the hand loosened and Jin pulled away quickly. Coughing and spitting violently.

\"Oi, most customers would be offended by that.\" Mugen sneered pulling his shorts back up.

\"G-get out!!\" There was rage and pain in the ronin\'s voice. His make up was smeared and hair was starting to fall over his face. He sat there shaking, wiping his mouth over and over on the maroon sleeve.

\"Escuse me, but weren\'t you paid for a night? I\'m not done yet.\"

\"What?\" Jin\'s fear showed on his countenance this time.

\"Like I said earlier, \'I\'m getting some ass tonight, even if it\'s yours\'.\" A devilish smile appeared on the tanned one\'s face.

The truth of it all made Jin really want to cry. He would never be able to live honorably again knowing what he let Mugen do, but this...

\"Please...No. I beg you...\" The ronin looked away.

\"Huh? You actually begging me?\"

He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, tasting the make up on it. \"Y-yes.\" //Begging is better than being fucked by you.//

\"Sorry...\"

\"What?!\" Jin looked up helpless and angry.

\"I took a damn hour trying to find this place. No fucking way I\'m gonna try to find someone else.\"

\"But...\" He couldn\'t speak.
//Is this really happening?//

\"Why\'d you get this job if no \'fuckie fuckie\'? You\'d think that kinda comes with the territory.\"

//It\'s not a damn job!//
\"Not with you...\"

\"What? So my dick in your ass isn\'t as good as some other guys?\"

//Please...Grant me death...//
\"That\'s right.\" Jin closed his eyes. He didn\'t know what to say or do. All this for a promise to a stranger.

\"Oh that is it! I was gonna go easy on you cause you\'re shaking and all, but fuck that!\"

The tone of his voice made the ronin look up at him.

\"You\'re getting fucked like a whore now!\"

Jin started to back up, trying to get to his feet in the strange clothing.
\"Mugen, calm down...\"

\"Shut up ecchi! My dick\'s just as fucking good as some Yakuza motherfuckers!\"

\"It is. You\'re right.\"
//Calming him is the only way to get away from this.//

\"Why agree with me now? Trying to save yourself the shame of my unworthy dick? Nice try, but I\'m doing this with or without your consent, pal.\"

Jin felt his heart jump.
//He\'s going to rape me?//
His eyes instinctively shot to the samisen.
//I\'ll kill him first.//

\"What are you looking at?\" Mugen began walking to the samisen.

Now his heart really jumped.
\"Get away from that!\" The ronin hopped to his feet, but too late. Now Mugen was holding the sword it hid, smiling.

\"Cautious huh?\" He rolled it in his grip a bit. Jin didn\'t move. If Mugen attacked him now, he couldn\'t defend.

\"Just kill me and get it over with.\"

\"I will eventually. Right now I\'m gonna fuck you though.\" Mugen held the sword out toward Jin who didn\'t move or flinch.

\"Maybe I could cut a little signature on you...\" The tan one traced the swords tip across Jin\'s neck. A small line of blood soon appeared yet he still did not move.

//I hope he kills me...//
The ronin thought hopelessly.

\"Or maybe I could cut your dick off. Then no other unsuspecting guy will reach down and get a handful of balls.\" Mugen couldn\'t hold back the smile as he lowered the sword, making it level with the ronin\'s crotch. Jin continued to stare back, defiant.

\"Do you enjoy this threatening?\" He finally spoke. \"I\'ve already lost any dignity or right to live now. Fuck me or cut me down, just do it.\" He closed his eyes and took an uneven breath.

His eyes shot back open as pain ran through him. Mugen had dug the sword into his right shoulder. Blood soon began to coat the decorative material he wore. A muffled yelp escaped his ruby lips.

\"Like that?\" Mugen smiled not moving the blade.

Jin narrowed his eyes painfully as Mugen began to slide the blade slowly out. Digging it in constantly as he pulled. The ronin bit his tongue hard, he would die before he\'d scream. As soon as he removed the sword, looking closely at the thick blood covering it, Jin grabbed the throbbing wound. The warm blood covered his hand within a few moments.

\"That\'s probably the first time your bloods been on this blade huh?\" Mugen slung it down, blood sheeting into small splatters on the yellow floor.

The ronin did not answer, just stared daggers as he clutched his shoulder.

\"You better stop, I\'m starting to think you look sexy like that...\" The Ryu-kyuian smiled sliding the sword into his waistband, keeping it out of reach. \"Get on all fours.\" The smile disappeared.

\"No.\" Jin said firmly.

\"What did you say?\" Mugen got closer, almost touching noses with the ronin.

\"No.\" He was not intimidated.

\"Wrong answer!\" A tattooed arm wrapped around the ronin\'s neck, quickly pulling him to Mugen. He stood behind him choking him as hard as he could.

Jin tried desperately to claw at the arms tightening around throat. Small bloody scratches were starting to cover the swordsman\'s\' forearms but his grip did not loosen. Gasping for air, he reached his other hand to grab his sword tucked in the other man\'s shorts.

\"I don\'t think so.\" Mugen grabbed the pale hand and twisted it painfully backward, earning a sharp snap.

Jin screamed as best he could being strangled, he was sure his wrist was broke now. He had been prepared forever for his death, he was at peace with himself...But this situation sparked another emotion. Not a well prepared feeling, but fear.

\"Did I break that? Sorry, I must have lost control...I want you to keep your hands...I\'ll kill you any way I can, but I would like to fight you again, sword to sword.\" Mugen\'s voice was husky and he spoke directly into the soft ear by his face. \"All you had to do was get on all fours...Now I\'ll let you go. No stupid shit, you reach for this blade and to hell with our battle. I\'ll gut you like the fish you are...Just sit down and shut up, and do whatever the fuck I say...Got that?!\" He squeezed the wrist tightly again, making the ronin yelp. \"Good...\" He let go.

Jin fell to the ground; crying out again as he, on instinct, used his hands to land. He gritted his teeth as he held the now swelling wrist too his chest. Still trying to breathe.

\"Get on the futon.\" Mugen said watching the ronin closely.

He wanted to scream and go for his sword again, but the pain in his arm and shoulder reminded him not to. Slowly he got up using only his legs, shuffling toward the high futon.

\"Good. Just lay there on your stomach. I\'ll do the rest.\" Mugen walked a few paces behind him.

Slowly and trying very hard not to use his arm, Jin lay on the futon. His face fell ungracefully into the sheet covering it. He stay like that, subconsciously hoping he would suffocate. The feeling of Mugen pulling at the obi and sleeves of his dress didn\'t register. At this point he just wanted his spirit to be as far away from this body as possible. What did register was Mugen grabbing his bad arm tightly.

\"Ahh!\" He screamed as the tanned fingers wrapped tightly around the injury.

Mugen used another pillowcase to tie Jin\'s wrist to the frame of the futon. He was pretty sure he wouldn\'t try anything but didn\'t want to take that chance. He knew how dangerous Jin could be with a blade, broken wrist or not.

Finishing up he made sure both wrists were secured tightly before using another to gag the ronin.

\"If someone hears a man screaming we\'ll both get caught.\" The Ryu-kyuian looked at his handiwork.

Jin lay naked tied to a simple bamboo frame futon. His face was shamefully hidden among the covers. Blood just now starting to dry on the perfectly straight shoulder wound.

\"You\'re not the babe who brought me into this place but you\'ll do.\" He laughed sliding his shorts off, standing behind Jin.

Using both hands, he roughly grabbed the pale hips and lifted him up. Spreading his thin thighs apart with his own knees. Smiling, he gave the pale ass a hard spank. The noise was sharp and loud, a small red mark began to form on the creamy skin.

Jin made no noise. He clenched his eyes shut and bit down on the fabric in his mouth. He wouldn\'t grant Mugen another noise.

The Ryu-kyuian took no pause in sliding his already erect member firmly into the ronin\'s unprepared entrance. Jin bit down as hard as he could, tears spilling over his pressed eyes.

\"Your waaaay too tight to be a whore...Is this your first day or something?\" Mugen made a pained face as he shifted inside the ronin, trying to find a good fit.

Despite himself Jin made a low whimper, it hurt more than anything he\'d ever experienced. No matter what his wandering mind had considered pleasurable in his fantasies, this was not it. All his training and skill and all he could do way lay there shaking and crying.

\"There we go...\" Mugen began at a fast pace, ramming himself into the protesting tightness. Closing his eyes and moaning a little.

//Why?! Why is this happening to me?!//
The ronin\'s mind screamed as his body only moaned in a sad, defeated voice.
//You let this happen!//
He felt more tears burn down, causing the make up to itch his eyes.

\"By...the way. Don\'t expect...a reach around...or anything...I\'m not...gay.\" Mugen didn\'t open his eyes or slow his pace.

Jin didn\'t care what he was muttering.
This was in no way sexual for him. Even if he tried to imagine something sexually exciting, the pain in his arms and hips was too great to let it register.
//He\'s raping you, and you can do nothing!//
He gave up, his mind was right. He let himself go limp against Mugen\'s control. Part of him wanted to pass out, that way he could escape the indignity of the swordsman\'s lame comments afterward.
//Maybe I\'ll bleed to death...//

Mugen was imagining every woman he\'d seen, from the women in the streets to Fu bent over that tea house table. He was sure this was the best fuck he\'d ever had, and he wasn\'t ruining it by seeing Jin\'s boney ass.
//Just... a little more...//

He spanked the small cheeks again, harder than before speeding his thrusting up. The sharp pain pulled the ronin out of his daze, back into the flooding suffering surrounding him.

//Please someone make it stop!//
He cried harder as he felt blood run down his thighs.

\"Oh shit...\" Mugen sighed quietly as he slowly orgasmed deep inside the crying ronin. Jin screamed as he felt himself being filled with the hot liquid. Mugen collapsed on top of the naked back, inadvertently pushing in harder.

Jin sobbed loudly as the added depth and weight pressing onto him pulled at the wrist restraint. They were drawing blood because they tightened as he struggled. Mugen sleepily got up and slid out of the man. Using the obi on the ground to wipe the pink mixture of semen and blood from himself. He threw it at Jin.

\"Hold still...\" The tan hands worked lazily to free the small hands. He jumped back quickly as he let him go, knowing he could attack freely now.

But he couldn\'t attack. He covered his face with his arms and cried, rolling to his side slightly.

\"You\'re even uglier when you cry, you know that?\"

//Here comes the commentary...//
Jin took a shaky hand and pulled the sheet up slowly over his head. He didn\'t want anyone to see him anymore, ever.

\"Well, I\'d say it\'s been fun, but you\'re not. I\'m outta here to eat some crab thingies...Later...\" Mugen walked out the door taking Jin\'s sword with him.

The ronin somehow calmed himself enough to stop crying. His first rational thoughts were what about Sousuke and Otsuzu.

//I don\'t have a weapon...Could I hold it now anyway?//
He tried to sit up and began crying again softly as pain shot up his spine. Somehow he made his legs work and gathered enough of the bloody clothing to appear somewhat presentable. A small mirror in the corner revealed black markings striping both cheeks from crying with makeup on. His neck was very bruised as were his hips and wrists. Not to mention the shoulder wound. If anyone seen him they would surely ask questions...

He shook his head and stiffly sat on his knees, chewing the insides of his mouth. Waiting for Sousuke.

- - - - -

\"Oi...I looked everywhere and Otsuzu isn\'t here! They must have taken her somewhere else, I-\" The \'old man\' stopped and stared at the beaten figure in front of him. \"What happened?!\" His voice went back to that of the child who was under the disguise.

\"Nothing. You...say that...She was not here?\" Jin spoke; not realizing how weak he was from losing so much blood, his eyes barely open.

\"S-she\'s not. Are you okay?\" Sousuke took off the glasses and tucked them in his gi pocket.

\"We should...leave then.\" Jin tried to stand up, but fell back down harshly.

\"Hey! Don\'t move. You\'ve been wounded. Let me help you.\" The boy wrapped a thin cold arm around his shoulders and stood. Jin was suprisingly light, so it wasn\'t too much effort.

\"I\'m fine, really.\"

\"Shhh...I can take you back to my fathers. He\'s never there, so he won\'t know we are. Like you said we need to leave. I overheard some Nagatomi talking about another cat house in the next town over. I know she\'s there. Let\'s go regroup.\"

Before Jin could protest the two made their way out of the small room, through the corridors, and out the main entrance. He wasn\'t sure when he lost consciousness, but the last thing he remembered was a remark about an \'old geezer getting lucky tonight\'.

- - - - -

END CHAPTER ONE

((That\'s where I ended it originally. It also had a bigger opening, but it revealed too much about episode four to put up now. Hope the shorter intro didn\'t ruin the set up. Domo!))