Break

Break

A/N: * grins * Decided that since Kouji doesn’t get very much I’d give him some… well, Tasuki’ll give him some. * hentai smirk *

Warnings: Bandit love, yaoi, PWP, m/m, lemon, and fun.

Rating: MA


He’d been hiding from his friend for three days. Not an easy feat, but he was a bandit with a secret, one that could cost him a friendship and his place as second in command.

He had been getting dressed in his room at the break of day in order to continue his self-imposed exile from his friend. Kouji had been bent over, looking in his trunk for a shirt when he felt eyes on his skin. He tensed and was glad that he was facing away from his visitor when he stood, hiding his lack of bodily control behind the shirt he pulled from his trunk.

He knew before he turned that Genrou had found him and that his leader wasn’t going to leave until he had the answer to whatever question he had come to ask.

“Hey Genrou, how’s things?” He asked with false cheer as he turned to his friend, his best smile stretching across his lips.

Golden eyes narrowed as he stepped fully into the room, closing and locking the door behind him.

Kouji gulped and stepped back from the dangerous look shining in those amber eyes; eyes that had haunted him even in his sleep.

“What’s a matter?” he asked, taking another cautious step back. “There somethin’ wrong?”

He had no more than blinked when he found himself in a punishing grip, large hands clasped him by the arms and shook him briefly before pulling him close enough to almost lean against the warm chest of his best friend.

Kouji blew out a harsh breath and looked up in to his leader’s face. The pain in those eyes caused him to gasp and attempt to step back but his friend’s grip tightened, not allowing him to move away.

“Why?”

It was a simple question with a very complicated answer.

Kouji closed his eyes and dropped his head, “Why- what? I don’t understand the question.”

He was shaken again with enough force to cause his head to snap back and the shirt to flutter out of his grasp. “Answer me, damnit! You know exactly what th’ fuck I’m askin’. What th’ hell did I do t’make ya hate me? Why won’t ya look at me, am I really that damn bad? Y’ve been hidin’ fer three fuckin’ days an’ now I wanna know why.”

The scarred bandit turned his face away and tried to shrug out of the painful hold. “I can’t tell ya, y’d send me away. I’ll deal with it, don’t worry, just gimme a few more days t’figure it out.”

One hand released his arm only to clasp his chin and force him to look in to burning eyes. “No. Tell me fuckin’ now. I ain’t waitin’ anymore.” Genrou paused, tightening his grip on Kouji’s jaw. “Did ya finally figure it out? Is that th’ problem? D-did ya hear me askin’ ‘Chiri about it an’ decide ya hated me because of it?”

Kouji frowned in confusion, “What th’ hell are ya goin’ on about?”

Genrou sighed, closing his eyes for a moment and returning his grip to Kouji’s arm. When his amber eyes opened again, Kouji was astounded by what he saw. Heat and longing blazed in those eyes; a look that he had only ever dreamed of seeing directed at him but never dared hope for.

His tongue darted out to wet lips that had suddenly gone dry only to gasp as those watchful eyes followed the movement with something akin to pain flashing in those amber orbs.

The knowledge that his leader, his friend, wanted him caused the slowly burning flame in his gut to explode. With a sigh he leaned up and pressed his lips gently to his captor’s, dragging his tongue slowly over the seam of that warm mouth.

He froze when no answering kiss was felt and pulled back abruptly. “Damnit Genrou, I’m sorry. I-“

His apology was silenced as a hot mouth claimed his own and a forceful tongue parted his lips. Being kissed by Genrou was a lesson in animal passion; sharp fangs abraded his lower lip as it was suckled into the volcanic heat of his best friend’s mouth.

Hands were everywhere at once griping, molding, and pulling him in to the heat of his lover’s body. Kouji’s arms rose to wrap around the taller bandit’s neck, hands moving to clench in flame colored hair, pulling him closer.

Genrou ground his hips into the willing body of his long time friend and broke the kiss to nip and suckle the skin of Kouji’s neck and jaw line as the older bandit tossed his head back with a groan, pushing an answering hardness against his new lover’s body.

Kouji’s hands tore at the linen shirt that kept warm, supple skin from his own. Jerking the newly shredded material from broad shoulders, Kouji ran appreciative hands over the silken skin of his lover’s back.

Soon mere touching wasn’t nearly enough for the red haired bandit and he quickly untied the strings holding the older man’s pants closed, the dark colored breeches falling to his feet. Large, callused hands cupped Kouji’s now naked backside, jerking his hips forward to press against the cloth covered hardness as Genrou’s mouth devoured the column of the dark haired bandit’s throat.

A growl broke from Genrou’s lips as he pushed his lover back on the bed and dropped his own pants to the floor, climbing over top of his prize.

“This is yer last chance t’stop this, take it if’n yer not sure.” Genrou’s voice had dropped to a deep, sexy rumble and he gently stroked the smooth skin of his lover’s chest, trailing slowly down the washboard abdominal muscles to stop just above the quivering flesh of his lover’s desire.

Kouji loosed a growl of his own, “Ya stop now an’ I’ll fuckin’ kill ya.”

A pleasured groan escaped him as Genrou’s long fingers closed over his aching gender, stroking slowly from root to tip. His hips bucked in to that caress, aching for further contact.

“Yer fuckin’ killin’ me!” His breathing quickened as that talented hand stroked him with increasing vigor.

After having spent the past few days in a state of constant arousal, the stimulation he was now receiving was too much for him to bear. His hips lifting of their own volition in counterpoint to the stroking hand, Kouji lost it. Thrusting wildly up in to that firm grip he came hard, crying out his friend’s name as ecstasy claimed him.

As the last of the tremors faded, Kouji found that he had been flipped over on to his stomach and that there were two fingers nestled inside his body. Those fingers moved slowly, scissoring and stretching the tight virgin passage, preparing him for further invasion.

Fingers brushed something inside, something that caused fireworks to explode behind his eyes and fire to trail along his newly reawakened arousal. He cried out and lifted his hips to gain that feeling again, a quiet chuckle behind him caught his attention but was quickly forgotten as that something was bumped with more force causing him to scream in pleasure.

The pleasurable fingers withdrew and Kouji moaned at the loss, lifting his hips in obvious invitation. Something hot and large pressed against him, pushing inside slowly, filling him so completely that Kouji had a hard time keeping his pleasure filled moans in check. It wouldn’t do to let his lover know he had no control over his passion, it would just set him up for future teasing.

Only when Genrou was fully seated did he stop, his breathing harsh as he tried to control himself, to keep from fucking the man below him in to their futon. Kouji grunted and shifted his hips, pushing against the larger bandit.

“Fuck me if’n yer gonna, don’t fuckin’ sit there!”

That seemed to be the breaking point and with a growl, Genrou pulled almost completely out of his lover and slammed back inside. His hips worked furiously, mercilessly pounding into the man beneath him, changing angles with every thrust and searching for that bundle of nerves that would send his lover into oblivion.

Cries and moans tore from him with every forward thrust driving him nearly insane with pleasure and before he knew what was happening, his lover slammed against that something with enough force to make him cum immediately. His howl of completion echoing off of the thick stone walls.

Genrou slowed his pace, intending to prolong his enjoyment but that idea was quickly stymied as Kouji groaned his name and his inner muscles clamed down around his aching length like a silken vice. The bandit seishi growled and resumed his frantic thrusting in to the welcoming heat of his lover’s body; a roar ripped its way passed his lips as he crashed over the edge of ecstasy.

He slumped over Kouji’s back, resting against him and trying to catch his breath.

With a groan he pulled out of his lover’s body and collapsed to the bed at his side, pulling the blue haired bandit on to his arms and dropping a soft kiss against his temple.

“Don’t ever pull that shit again, Kouji. Let this be a lesson to ya; even bandit leader’s got a point where they break an’ fuck ya senseless.” He grinned into the hair at Kouji’s temple.

Kouji laughed tiredly, snuggling in to the warm embrace. “Yeah, yeah. Maybe I need’a make ya break more often can’t say I’m complainin’ ‘bout it, ya know.”

The new lovers laughed and as they settled in to sleep until later, a loud clapping was heard from the hallway followed by a chorus of cheering.

A soft knock sounded at the door and when it opened, Chichiri leaned inside with a huge grin plastered on his unmasked face. “Got it together, no da? Good! Now the two of you will stop moping around like a couple of love sick teenagers, no da!”

Two pillows smacked in to the monk’s face as he started laughing in earnest.

“GET OUT!”


~o~

So… how’s that for my first yaoi FY fic? ^_^

LOVE!

V.M.