Flipside Fantasy

Title: FLIPSIDE FANTASY
Author: Samurai Champloo (c) geneon.
Summary: Set any place/any time, during the Samurai Champloo series. Mugen and Jin have already began experimenting with one another, *has to laugh wickedly* hence the A/U thingy.
Rating: R, yaoi/lemon/shonen-ai/spank
Pairing(s): Mugen/Jin
Feedback: desired.
Characters: Usual SC cast.
Author’s Notes:
((Not too much of a plot here people...Enjoy!))
Disclaimer: ...I think we all know I don\'t own any of the characters.


29 JUNE 2005, 8:48PM, WEDS.

\"Use...your...tounge...more.\" The tanned one grabbed onto the loose raven locks.

Reluctantly, the ronin on his knees in front of him obliged.

\"That\'s right...Like that...\" He moaned, jerking his hips up.

It had been about a month since the two wandering warriors began this journey. On a hot night by a cool river, temptations spilled over and the two gave in. It was an unspoken act for a while, but the familiar craving appeared again, and again.

Usually it was the wild haired one who instigated. But rarely, on occasion the quiet ronin would hint around. He never made the first move, but he would let the other know it wouldn\'t be rejected.

Mugen liked this quality. He expected the man to be defiant, always challenging for control. Instead he was met with unsure eyes and much restraint.

\"Fuck, don\'t stop!\" A gruff voice demanded.

The ronin increased his suction and tongue tracing. Even if most would say it was Mugen who was in control now, Jin knew better. With a simple movement of his mouth he could bring the passionate man to babbling. This was a true control over Mugen to Jin.

As a shaking hand grabbed hard onto the hair it held, the ronin began to feel the salty fluid fill his mouth. He had a little more practice at this now; swallowing almost all of it, as a little ran down his chin to his slender neck.

\"Shit!\" Mugen half laughed, with one final thrust of completion.

The pale one withdrew his mouth and took a deep breath.
//Always so vocal. He could wake the dead...//
\"Are we finished now?\" Jin wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

\"You in a rush ta leave or somethin\'?\" Mugen slid down the wall slowly, sitting in an unnatural position.

\"I am tired, yes.\" Jin lied.
In reality he wanted completion as bad as Mugen did, but he could never ask. //Especially not about that...//

\"Nani? How the hell could you be tired right now? I\'m still horny.\"

Jin fought the blush that wanted to cover his face deeper than it was.
//He talks of it as if it were a casual thing.//
\"That\'s nothing new.\"

\"C\'mon the little bitch isn\'t here and we can be as loud as we want.\" Mugen sat more upright, staring a challenge to the ronin.

\"You\'re the only loud one.\" Jin looked away, he couldn\'t take much of that kind of stare.

\"Oh I forgot, you\'re a sexual mute. Like jerking off a tree...\" The brunette began laughing, making lewd gestures as Jin stared angrily.

\"Maybe it\'s because you\'re not capable of giving me what I need to make noise?\" The ronin raised an eyebrow at the Ryu-kyuian\'s confused look. He was not very good at this kind of lying. Mugen gave him more than enough to make noise, it was the ronin who wouldn\'t allow it.

\"Maybe I could if you told me once and a while. I only know to do what I like, but you and I are definitely not the same. So, what makes you hot, Jin?\" Mugen rolled the name purposely off his tongue.

Jin swallowed hard. Suddenly it felt like his throat was shutting off.
//How did I end up in this conversation?!/
\"I not going to discus that with you.\"

\"Nani? If not me, then who? We\'ve been doing this for a while now, and you\'ve never asked for anything. You\'re not my whore Jin. This isn\'t some one time thing we have here.\" Mugen tried to sound sincere. He had come to care greatly for the ronin. All the pleasure he had been shown by him, and the tan one couldn\'t get a peep out of Jin in bed.

\"I know.\"

\"Then come on, tell me already! Is your ear a hot spot? Maybe you\'d like a toe sucking?\" Mugen was having too much fun with this now.

\"Be serious. I have no preferences, what we do is fine.\"

\"Nope, if it was you\'d be a little louder than silent. Some people would take offense, y\'know?\"

\"What do you wish for me to do Mugen? Scream?\"

\"Oi, a guy can dream, ne?\"

Jin sighed in frustration.
//Why is this such a big deal to him?//

\"So there\'s not one thing in this world that you\'d like sexually?\" Mugen was beginning to think this was hopeless.
//Uptight son of a bitch...//

\"I\'m not saying that...There isn\'t any one thing I can think of.\" Jin looked down at his blue bracelet. His mind knew something he was curious about.
//Don\'t think about things like that!//

\"Hmm...\" Mugen rubbed his chin, then smiled evilly. \"What about spanking?\"

Jin almost gasped.

It was more emotion than he\'d ever seen on the pale face.
//I hit a nerve, huh?//
\"You want it, don\'t you?\"

\"W-what are you talking about?\"

\"See, you stuttered! Just admit it, damnit!\" Mugen crawled closer to the blushing form.

\"I will not. You\'re insane.\"

\"Mmm, I\'ll spank that ass. I can see it turning red now.\" He placed a hand on the small shoulder, advancing.

Jin bit his tongue. Just hearing it aloud from those roguish lips made him want to scream. \"You don\'t find it strange?\" He could barely believe he asked.

\"Hell no, anything involving your ass is good to me.\"

A surging heat rose through the samurai. So many nights he had fantasized about this. About Mugen\'s long tan hands, swatting him sharp and precise. The blush deepened until he felt like his face was on fire.

So conserved, so composed...Always in control...
And now he wanted so badly to be in the control of the man pressing his body to his.

\"Would you really do it?\" Jin found a voice somewhere.

\"I\'d do anything you asked for. Nothings off limits here...\" Mugen started to trail lusty kisses up the pale neck.

//He\'s an asshole, all he will do is throw it up to you whenever he\'s mad...Don\'t degrade yourself this way...But...//
Jin battled with himself as Mugen now had the gi open and was aiming for a soft pink nipple.

The swordsman felt the body jerk, but not even a breath was heard. Mugen wasn\'t sure what about this annoyed him so much. Maybe it was because all the ronin had to do to get him wailing was open his mouth. No matter what he did he couldn\'t get the same response. Almost as frustrating as trying to beat the man in a sword fight.

\"How you want to do this?\" Mugen breathed heavy into the pale ear.

\"I don\'t know...\" The ronin was a little out of breath.

\"You\'re such good help you know that? Looks like I\'ll take the lead, okay?\"

Jin nodded, still not sure about this, but willing to indulge himself a little.

Mugen smiled and crawled to the futon laying next to them, motioning Jin to follow.

\"Lay across my lap.\"

\"Escuse me?\" Jin twitched an eyebrow.
//How forward...//

\"You heard me, lay on my damn lap. Ass up...C\'mon.\"

Jin wasn\'t sure what made him do it, but he slowly crawled into place. Feeling awkward, as the tan ones knees were under his stomach.

//You know you\'re turned on...//
The ronin\'s mind was against him too now it seemed.

Mugen wrestled with the hakama belt for a while, before loosening it enough to pull the pants down. Jin felt his face once again heat up as the cold night air hit his bare ass.

The swordsman ran his calloused hand over the smooth pale mounds.
\"This is such a nice position. Could become my favorite.\" He smiled lazily.

Ronin eyes clenched shut trying to prepare for Mugen\'s first shot, but all the tan one was doing was slowly caressing him. The moment he began to relax a jolt of electricity shot through his whole body.

*SMACK!*

Jin\'s eyes were wide. It stung instantly, but the feeling right before that left him breathless.

Mugen raised an eyebrow looking carefully.
//Still not a sound.//
Granted, he didn\'t smack that hard, but he expected something.

*SMACK!*

The pale one inhaled sharply, that time was harder. He was completely baffled by how this act could feel so indescribable.

*SMACK, SMACK!*

\"Hh..\" Jin made a small sound.

Despite all his efforts he could not hold back the barely audible noise. Mugen however, was near tears in an unseen victory celebration.

*SMACK!*

\"Uhh..\" That was a full fledged moan. The ronin bit his tongue in an attempt to compose himself. It was very difficult at the moment, because he was now harder than he had ever been.

Mugen could feel the growing need pressing into his thigh.
\"You\'re really getting off on this aren\'t you?\"

*SMACK, SMACK!*

\"Ahh!...Shut up!\" Jin closed his eyes.

The fact the unruly one was taking a smug pleasure in this, made him angry. And the fact he was angry and still being spanked by him, made him harder.

*SMACK!*

\"Fuck!\" The ronin panted, his skin was starting to feel very tender back there. It seemed like Mugen was doing it harder each time.

\"Gods, this is hot...\" The Ryu-kyuian almost moaned. He had never heard the samurai say that word before.

The pale ass was covered in dark red hand prints, crisscrossed in many directions.
//My hand prints...//
Mugen tried to relish every second of Jin panting under his touch.

*SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!!*

\"Mugen...\" Jin sighed the name, not of his own will. It wanted to roll off his lips over and over, as his stomach tightened.

The tan one began to feel a slight wetness on his thigh.

*SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!!*

\"Oh, I\'m gonna cum...\"

Hearing the smooth calm voice practically shout those words made Mugen want to die. The pale features were tensed up in a look of pure pleasure and want.

\"Tell me you want it...\" Mugen softly stroked the heated flesh.

\"I can\'t...\" Jin sighed.
//Gods yes you can!//

\"Then I guess you want to stop...\"

\"No! Please...\"

\"Please what?\" Tan fingers grabbed the pale cheek hard.

\"Uh...Damnit, spank me...\" He forced the words through clenched teeth.

\"Louder.\"

\"Spank me!\" The ronin shouted, hoping that would satisfy him. A quick, sharp snap was his answer. \"Uh, yes...\"

*SMACK, SMACK!*

\"Harder...\"

*SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!!*

\"Gods!\"

*SMACK!*

\"Mugen!\" Jin gasped as he came all over himself and the Ryu-kyuian\'s legs.

Long tan arms grabbed the shaking body, pulling it up into a fiery kiss. Jin was swooning, still in the aftermath of orgasm.

\"You are so fucking hot.\" Mugen kissed with almost bruising force.

\"I\'ve never felt like that before...\"

\"Me either.\"

A soft wince of pain alerted Mugen to the fact his leg was now pressing against the near raw flesh. \"Sorry...\" He tried not to laugh.

Jin only smiled slightly. \"Don\'t worry, it was worth it.\" He stiffly began to get up, attempting to fix his clothing. \"I\'ll have to wash this out before Fu returns tomorrow...And yours too it would seem. My apologies.\"

\"Whatever.\" Mugen sighed as he lay back on the futon. His eyes drifted shut slightly as he heard Jin moving around, eventually leaving the small room.

//I made you scream. You screamed my name. You begged...//
The previous moments events played over and over. The stern and upright man, squirming and panting like a drunk girl. After all that time of searching, he got off so much at being controlled and disciplined. Mugen\'s mind drifted a little farther, and he thought about taking care of the rising urgency in his shorts.

He would have, if his hand wasn\'t so numb.

- - - - -

Jin sighed contentedly as he began washing the hakama. He was now wearing just his white gi, as the rest was stained as well.

//He will never let me live that down...//
Despite his dark thoughts he continued to smile dumbly.
//But now that means what we did could become a routine thing...//

Millions of possibilities flashed behind the onyx eyes.

Part of him wanted to wait till morning to finish the clothes; just go and sit somewhere, to look at the stars.

He would have, if his ass wasn\'t so sore.

- - - - -

END

((Wow, that shameful huh? I had a thought in my head all day and ran with it. What do you think? Hope it wasn\'t a complete waste of your time. Domo!))