Chapter 1: Chapter 1
Authorâs note: The following was inspired by a doujinshi I own, featuring the pairing of Jakotsu and Miroku by the same name. It contains a fanfic (which I canât read as I canât read Japanese) as well as a short comic... If only I knew what they were saying... ^^;
FYI: A shakujou is the staff that Miroku and other religious pilgrims/monks would carry on their travels.
A kesa is the purple stole Miroku wears over his kimono.
Mou is a word used by Jakotsu to add emotion to his statement; it is often used to express exasperation.
Once again heartfelt thanks got out to Jen for all her suggestions. Remind me to pick up some more fic-polish for you too! ;p
Slinging the sake jug over his shoulder, Jakotsu sauntered over to where Bankotsu sat discussing what to do next with Renkotsu. âHey, Aniki-chan!â he called out as he approached. âWanna come and soak in the hot spring with me?â
âNot now, Sweetness, Iâm busy planning our next move with Ren. Why donât you go with Sui? Or if you can wait âtil later, Iâll go.â
The cross-dresser pouted. âPlease? Iâd rather go with you, Aniki-chan,â he whined.
âWe can go over-â Renkotsu started to say.
âNo, this is important and canât wait. How about I meet you there?â
âJust be careful, Sweetness. Inuyasha might still be around,â Bankotsu said, instantly regretting it, when the cross-dresserâs face lit up.
âYeah?â Jakotsu said, smiling happily.
âYeah, so youâd better be careful,â the fire-breather added. âIf youâre soaking, you wonât have your sword handy. And besides, I doubt the hanyou is going to be as impressed with your other sword as much as Oo-Aniki is,â he smirked at his own play on words.
Two sets of eyes glared at him.
âAnyway, OO-Aniki and I have work to do. If youâre so keen on going by yourself, take those damned bugs you,â Renkotsu said, a large bead of sweat dribbling down the side of his face, as Bankotsu nodded.
âRenâs right; take the saimyosho with you. If you need any help, theyâll let us know.â
âFine,â the cross-dresser grumbled. He turned and sauntered away, leaving his lover and the fire-breather to go back to their strategy session.
âBut, Sango, I canât help it! My hand seems to have a mind of its own.â Miroku gave the furious taijiya an ingratiating look, holding up his âcursed handâ as if in explanation.
His look was met with stony silence from Sango.
âTold you not grab her ass when she bent over,â Inuyasha muttered helpfully.
âWhat did you say, Inuyasha?â Kagome said, and there was no mistaking the warning tone in her voice.
âNothing!â he said in a placating manner.
Now three sets of eyes were glaring at the wayward monk and, he was beginning to regret his actions until he realized just how beautiful the taijiya was when angry. Losing himself in a fantasy about her, Miroku stood there with a goofy smile on his face while the others listed his shortcomings.
Sango made a little growl of disgust. âHeâs not even listening. Letâs go, Kagome-chan.â
âOkay,â Kagome huffed. She shot Miroku a withering glance, before turning to join her friend.
They started to walk away and it was several minutes before Miroku realized they were going. âMy darling Sango! Wait!â
Surprisingly they all stopped and turned to face him. âWell?â the taijiya asked, her right hand resting lightly on Hiraikotsuâs strap.
âI was wondering if you wanted to soak in the hot springs with me.â
She stared at him blankly for several long tense minutes. Miroku felt the hope rise within his heart when she started towards him, only to see it dashed when she slapped him across the face. Spinning on her heel, and trotting away, Miroku took comfort in watching her bottom sway enticingly as she hurried off with Kagome.
Jakotsu quickly stripped down to his skin and despite the cool breeze, he took his time sauntering over to the hot spring in case a certain hanyou was nearby, and watching. He slowly slid into the hot confines of the pool, letting its warm ease the tension in his muscles. Just when he had found a comfortable spot to sit in, he realized he had left the sake with his clothes.
âOh hell,â he said softly as he crawled out of the hot spring. âDamn itâs cold!!â he muttered, hurrying over to his clothes, he picked up the jug. As an afterthought he pulled the hair pin from his hair, letting the silky black mass cascade down his back. Aniki-chan likes it when my hairâs down; I wonder if Inuyasha would too...
He turned and dashed back to the onsen, this time the warmth felt even more heavenly than before. Sighing softly in the moonlight, Jakotsu reached for the sake jug. He cursed his luck in forgetting to bring a cup to drink out of as he took a sip. Hmmm... maybe Inuyasha has one, he thought as the dry taste of the sake tickled his taste buds. Lifting the jug, he drank until he was starting to feel a pleasant fuzziness in his head, before setting the jug down.
Letting his thoughts drift, Jakotsu found himself fantasizing about a threesome with Bankotsu and Inuyasha, He sighed contentedly, although he wished he was able to ease the ache in his loins without stirring up the hot water. Several minutes had passed without him noticing that he was not alone.
Miroku despondently made his way to the hot spring by himself. While there was a certain amount of danger in going alone because of the close proximity of the Shichinintai, he did not care. He was tired of sharing his bath time with the hanyou and he deeply lamented his female companionsâ modesty. So it was with great surprise that he noticed the dark haired beauty lounging in the hot spring. Although she had her back to him, Miroku knew it was her.
My dear Sango... You did decide to join me after all! he thought happily.
Leaning his shakujou against a rocky outcrop, Miroku started to undress. He took his time disrobing, his eagerness to join Sango and the resulting fantasies, making his fingers slow and clumsy. The soft rustling of his kimono and kesa elicited a soft feminine giggle from the hot springâs inhabitant. Miroku chuckled softly in reply. My, my... arenât we an eager one tonight?
Free of his clothing, Miroku stepped out from behind rocks and bushes that bordered the hot spring. His soft footsteps brought out more giggles from the dark haired beauty. As she slowly turned around in the hot water, they said in unison, âMy darling/Inuyasha!â
Miroku got the shock of his life when Sango turned out to be none other than the creepiest member of the Shichinintai. Mouth hanging open, he stared at the giggling cross-dresser. âYouâre not Sango!â he said stupidly.
âAnd youâre not Inuyasha,â the cross-dresser purred. âAlthough, youâre much nicer than I expected,â he said sweetly.
Miroku sputtered helplessly for several minutes. He could feel his cheeks heating up under the cross-dresserâs appraising gaze and he quickly moved to cover some of his more exposed bits from view.
Jakotsuâs giggling bordered on laughter
Miroku glared at him in response.
âMou...donât cover the view, monk,â the cross-dresser said testily. He was cupping his chin on his upturned palm, the fingers of his hand neatly curled under his lower lip as he sat chest deep in the water, looking up at the monk, a goofy smile tugging at his lips.
âExcuse me?!â the monk sputtered. He was starting to feel more and more like a shy virgin on her wedding night instead of a wayward monk who was more at home in a brothel than a monastery.
âYouâre excused...â Jakotsu said playfully. âCome, you must be cold and the waterâs hot.â After getting no response, he quickly added. âIâve got sake. Very good sake too.â He winked. âItâs from the daimyoâs private stock.â Jakotsu reached over to grab the jug. He held up it to Miroku, after taking a sip.
âNo thanks.â Miroku took a step backward. Of all the people I had to encounter tonight, whyâd it have to be you?
âOh, come on... I donât bite,â Jakotsu said sweetly. Leering at Miroku, he added saucily, âUnless you want me too!â He giggled at his own witticism.
âThatâs it. Iâm leaving.â Drawing up what little remained of his dignity, Miroku turned to go.
Jakotsu made a tiny sound of disgust. âWhat is it with you monks? You never want to have any fun.â His mood suddenly brightened. âI know! Why donât you walk slower so I can see if you have one too?â
âOne what?â Miroku asked, looking over his shoulder, saw the cross-dresser staring intently at his rear end.
âA stick. All you monks seem to have one shoved up your asses.â Jakotsu hauled himself up out of the hot spring. Squatting down next to the sake jug, he picked it up and drank from it. âAre you sure you donât want any?â He held the jug out invitingly. âNo?â Sighing, he rose unsteadily to his feet and continued his drunken rambling as if he had never interrupted himself, âRen has one too. I keep hoping Suiâll get rid of it for him...â He hiccupped. âBut no...such... luck...â He looked down at the jug, he was holding, as if noticing it for the first time and took a long drink from it. âAaah...â He giggled and swayed unsteadily as he stood and lurched towards the monk. âItâs too bad too, you wasting your life like that and never having any fun. Having fun is a lot of fun...â Jakotsu said seriously. âYou should try it some time...â He smiled. âI keep telling Ren that all the time,â he said, placing a cold wet hand on the monkâs shoulder.
Mirokuâs mouth hung open as he whirled around, coming face to face with Jakotsu. He closed his eyes and backed away from the naked cross-dresser. Quickly regaining his composure, he said, âNo, I donât have a stick up my arse. And I do too know how to have fun.â
âOh really?â Jakotsu said dryly. He let his eyes wander over the monkâs naked form, letting his gaze linger on the more tasty bits that were unfortunately hidden behind Mirokuâs hands. .
The monkâs composure faltered as a dark crimson stain spread across his features. âYeah! Although, I prefer to have my fun in the company of women.â He folded his arms neatly across his chest, instantly regretting it at the hungry look that briefly flitted across the cross-dresserâs face. Must you stare at my crotch?
Hmmm... Too bad heâs wasting all that yumminess on that Sango filth... Frowning, Jakotsu said peevishly, âWhy do you want to waste your time with some stupid woman? Theyâre no fun.â Not even when youâre cutting them up...
âBecause thereâs nothing finer than wrapping your arms around some sweet little thing.â Like my Sango... if only sheâd let me hold her too... He sighed softly.
The cross-dresser giggled. âYeah, it is fun hugging Aniki-chan.â And kissing him, and licking him, and nookying with him... I bet itâd be fun doing that to you too. If youâre good, I wonât even cut you up afterwards.
The monk rolled his eyes. âI was talking about some girl, not your leader,â he said dryly. Sweet Kami-sama is that all he thinks about? Eeww... I wonder if heâs thinking about me and him... Miroku mentally shuddered. Then again... From what I hear, men in the army are always busy satisfying their needs with each other... I wonder... He eyed the cross-dresser briefly, before looking away.
âIf you say so...â Jakotsu said airily. Besides, youâd have better not be fondling my Aniki-chan, or else!! He briefly narrowed his eyes at the monk.
âSo I guess Iâd better being going before someone sees us fraternizing with each other.â
âFritter-what?â Jakotsu stared at him like he had three heads.
âFraternize. You know, spending time with the enemy...â
âOh... So do you want to join me?â
âWhy not?â the cross-dresser whined.
Jakotsu huffed wordlessly as he tried crossing his arms while still holding onto the jug. âYou sure you donât want any?â he asked, before taking another sip. He tittered crazily when he noticed it was empty. âToo late, I drank it all.â He giggled.
âToo bad for me, hunh?â Miroku couldnât help replying.
âWell, Iâd better get going before Inuyasha comes looking for me and-â
âNO!! You canât go!! I want to see Inuyasha again! Whenâs he coming?!â Jakotsu demanded; his expression of mixture of childish delight and sadistic anticipation.
Oh hell! Miroku pinched the bridge of his nose wearily. âI donât know, uh...?â
âJakotsu,â the monk repeated.
âOh...â the cross-dresser groaned disappointedly. âI was hoping to share some sake with him in the hot spring. Want to share it with me instead?â
âNo, because you drank it all.â
âYeah. Now I really must... be... going...â Miroku looked over to his right just as Jakotsu latched onto to him with a vise-like grip. He sighed as he tried prying the cross-dresserâs fingers off his arm. Just once in my life I want a beautiful woman to hold onto me like that and beg me to stay... but what do I get instead? A perverted zombie...
âDonât go! I was having fun frittering with you.â Jakotsu looked up at him, his eyes wet with tears.
âOkay, okay... donât cry...â He tried reaching for his nose again, to pinch away the headache blossoming behind his eyes, only to realize his new companion was still holding on, painfully cutting off the circulation in his arm. âDo you mind?â
âMind what?â Jakotsu blinked owlishly at him.
âOh...â Jakotsu giggled sheepishly and let go.
âYouâre welcome. So ummm...â The cross-dresser smiled impishly and Miroku could feel his cheeks heating up again.
âWhat?â
âI was wondering if youâd bend over so I can see if you have a stick up your ass like Ren...â
âBecause I told you earlier I donât have one!â And if I did have one, Iâd shove it up your ass instead. Oh wait... youâd probably enjoy that...
âYes, Iâm sure,â Miroku said tersely.
Jakotsu eyed him dubiously. âBut I thought all monks have one up there and I really wanted to see if it was true and well, Ren wonât let me look...â he said sweetly.
Miroku blushed deeply. âWhatâs with you and asses? Oh wait... I donât want to know, I didnât mean that the way it sounded... I... uh... ummm...â he quickly amended, noticing the unholy gleam in Jakotsuâs eye.
The cross-dresser leaned on him and giggled drunkenly, further increasing Mirokuâs discomfiture when his hand slid down the monkâs chest as he lost his balance. They both had stumbled when he tried to step away from Jakotsu. The cross-dresser giggled maniacally, throwing his arms around the monkâs neck. When Miroku tried to take another step back, they both went down in a tangled heap.
âHehehe...â Jakotsu tittered as he gazed lovingly into his eyes. âI knew you wanted me!â he said happily.
Miroku turned his face away from the cross-dresserâs sake laden breath, and said, âGet off me.â He tried worming his hands between them in an attempt to push him off to no avail. Damn it! I knew the gods hated me, but this is ridiculous...
âHunh? Donât you like to cuddle first?â
The monk looked sharply at him. âNo!â
âOOH!!â Jakotsu squealed in delight. âYou want to go right to the fun stuff?!â
âThen what...?â the cross-dresser purred, rubbing himself suggestively against the helpless monk.
Sweet Buddha and all the saints, please tell me this isnât happening... Tell me my darling Sango hit me in the head so hard my brains are addled...
âWell?â Jakotsu trilled impatiently.
Much to Mirokuâs horror, Jakotsu had managed to do what he could not; worm his hand between them. And to add to his horror, he was playing with a certain part of Mirokuâs anatomy that had the unmitigated gall to respond accordingly. Because much to the monkâs disgust, he had to admit it felt... good.
âYou like it...?â Jakotsu purred.
âLiar,â he said smugly, the truth of the matter burgeoning in his hand, as he stroked.
Fearing what could happen if he pissed him off, Miroku nodded. âAlright, youâre good at what youâre doing.â
âYeah?!â Jakotsu could not have looked more delighted than if Miroku told him Inuyasha was waiting for him in the hot springs. âOo-Aniki said that to me too, but I just figured he was saying that cuz he likes me...â
âHe does?â Miroku asked, breathing a mental sigh of relief when the assault on his nether region stopped.
Jakotsu smiled. âHe likes me a lot!â He giggled happily like a girl. âHe also likes it when I do... this...â The cross-dresser gently nuzzled the monk with his nose, his breath blowing hot and cold against Mirokuâs cheek.
Miroku tensed when Jakotsu moved his hand upwards between them to cup his chest, rubbing a calloused thumb across the nipple until it hardened. He trailed a line of soft little kisses down the monkâs neck, pausing at the base of his throat. âI bet that filth doesnât kiss you like that...â he murmured softly.
âNo...â the monk groaned as Jakotsu flicked his tongue against the other nipple. It quickly hardened like its mate. The cross-dresser looked up at him and smiled. He went lower; the little nips, licks, and kisses sending shivers down Mirokuâs spine. As much as he did not want to enjoy himself, the monk found he was. Jakotsu was unabashedly doing things that Sango would only do to him in his dreams. Not even the most wayward of village girls were that willing... or able.
The more the cross-dresserâs head bobbed up and down as he serviced Miroku, the more the warmth pooled in the monkâs belly and he knew it was not going to be long before he found his release. And when Miroku did, he prayed to all gods and the Buddha himself that Jakotsu was not going to demand he return the favor.
This time the gods seemed to take pity on him, for Jakotsu merely smiled knowingly at him. Licking his lips, the cross-dresser moved to lie in the crook of Mirokuâs right arm. Reaching out, he took the monkâs left hand and wrapped it around his manhood. Covering Mirokuâs hand with his own, Jakotsu pulled the monkâs hand up and down, stroking the cross-dresser, and inching him closer and closer to spending his own lust. A few minutes later, he did, the hot sticky mess rapidly cooling on their hands.
He watched Jakotsu in fascinated horror, for the cross-dresser took both of their hands, and was carefully licking them clean. When he was finished, he lay back with a self-satisfied sigh, snuggling up against the monk, and Miroku wondered if he was going to fall asleep. If not, the monk worried he was not going to get away without some sort of fight.
âYou know we canât stay here all night.â
âNo?â Jakotsu said disappointedly. He pouted up at the monk and sat up.
Miroku wasted no time in sitting up as well. He also discretely scooted a comfortable distance away from the cross-dresser which had the added bonus of moving him one step closer to his clothes. Placing his hands in his lap, he prayed Jakotsu would not notice his semi-erect state and think he wanted more.
âI think that stick just got a bit smaller,â the cross-dresser said airily.
âYeah?â Miroku chuckled at the thought.
âYeah! Youâre a lot fun, although, not as much fun as Oo-Aniki.â The cross-dresser rambled on, drunkenly reciting Bankotsuâs charms, when he paused and looked over at Miroku as if noticing him for the first time. He frowned. âWhy do I feel like I want Inuyasha when I love Oo-Aniki...?â he said softly to himself.
âNaraku,â Miroku said simply.
âNaraku, you know, the one youâre working for?â the monk prompted.
Jakotsu shook his head. âI have no idea who he is. Iâve never seen him, but Oo-Aniki has.â
They looked up at the sound of buzzing.
âNarakuâs insects...â Jakotsu said softly. âI wonder what theyâre doing here...â He giggled.
âProbably looking for you, as weâve been sitting here for awhile. Iâll tell you what, letâs go and that way no oneâll know we were fraternizing with each other,â Miroku said in what he had hoped was a reasonable tone. It was bad enough he was sitting around naked with cross-dresser, not to mention having just had sex with him, and the last thing he wanted was Jakotsuâs companions finding him like this.
Jakotsu nodded wordlessly. Watching Miroku get up, he said impishly, âI had a lot fun, monk, frittering with you!â
Miroku found himself chuckling. âSame here. I have to admit it was interesting to say the least...â
âYeah? So youâll tell Inuyasha all about me?!â
âHmmm... Iâd rather not make him jealous.â He grinned and Jakotsu laughed. âAnd what about your leader? Wonât he be upset about us?â
Jakotsu thought it over. âWell, you are cute, and he knows I like to spend time with cute men.â He grinned wickedly. âI can always cut you up so heâll know I wasnât thinking about running off with you,â he added and there was no mistaking his serious tone.
âNo thanks... I wouldnât want to have to explain that to the others. Besides, it would make Inuyasha very angry if you did that.â And I hope my darling Sango would be too...
âYeah. And you donât want to piss him off.â
âMou... but heâs so cute when heâs angry!â
Miroku rolled his eyes. âIf you say so...â
The cross-dresser laughed. âYou sound just like Ren!â
âI do?â
âYeah. So I bet there really is a stick up your ass... Too bad I canât find out for sure, hunh?â Jakotsu said impishly, rising drunkenly to his feet.
âYeah...â Miroku said dryly.
The saimyosho buzzed menacingly.
âOh well, Iâd better be going.â And without waiting for a reply, Miroku ran over to where he had left his clothes. Without bothering to get dressed, he gathered them up in a heap and grabbing his shakujou, he sped off into the night.
Jakotsu watched him go. He was a bit upset Miroku had left becasue he was disappointed that Inuyasha would not be coming by to look for the monk. Oh well... At least we had fun. Shrugging, he padded drunkenly over to his clothes and slowly got dressed.
Miroku did not stop running until he made it into their camp. Panting loudly, he doubled over, heedless of his state of dress or undress.
âWhat the hell happened to you, Bouzu?â Inuyasha demanded.
âThen why are you naked and covered in lip paint?â
âYouâre lucky the girls are asleep or Sango would have killed you,â the hanyou smirked.
âYeah...â Miroku chuckled nervously. If she ever finds out what I was doing, Iâll be deader than Jakotsu... He set his shakujou down and started to quickly get dressed.
âShe must have been good, hunh? Youâve been gone for quite awhile...â Inuyasha trailed off and sniffed the air. âYou reek of grave soil. Oh donât tell me...â The look of disgust on his face was unmistakable.
Miroku sighed. âYou donât want to know. Hell, I donât even want to know and I was there...â
Inuyasha smirked. âIdiot!â Youâd think with all your experience youâd know the difference between a boy and a girl... Or maybe your âwill you bear my child?â is just an act?
Miroku glared at him. âIf you donât mind, Iâm going to get some sleep.â
âSweet dreams...â The hanyou chuckled.
Wrapping the remains of his dignity around himself for the second time that night, Miroku lay down and tried to get some sleep.
Jakotsu waltzed into the castleâs courtyard, humming a bawdy tune. A few saimyosho buzzed over his head as if making sure he made his way back safely. He smiled cheerfully when he spotted Bankotsu, sitting on the low veranda, waiting for him. âAniki-chan!â he waved happily.
âSweetness. What took you so long? I was starting to get worried.â
âI was having fun frittering with the monk.â
âHunh?â Bankotsu looked at him like he had three heads.
âFrittering... I think it means helping a monk have fun and make the stick up their ass a lil smaller.â He sat down next to Bankotsu.
Bankotsu snorted in amusement. âDid you cut him up afterwards?â
âNah... I donât know why, but I decided not to when he said Inuyasha wouldnât like it,â he said ruefully. âBut I did make him squirm.â
âYeah...â The cross-dresser giggled. Leaning towards the younger man, he said huskily, âIt all started when he pulled me down on top of him and I did this...â He gently eased Bankotsu onto to his back and nuzzled his neck. âAlthough, it was more fun cuz we were already naked. And then I...â Jakotsu trailed a line of kisses down Bankotsuâs neck.
âAah...â Bankotsu swallowed. âSweetness, ummm...letâs go inside and you can show me the rest...â
âOkay...â He stood up, and holding out his hand, which Bankotsu took, he hauled the younger man to his feet. âAniki-chan...?â They started walking along the other corridor to the room they shared.
âYou think when this is all over; we can go frittering by the hot spring? I know you donât have a stick up your ass...â
âBut it sounds like fun,â Bankotsu finished for him. When the cross-dresser nodded, he added. âSure, why not. Once this jobâs over, weâll have plenty of time to fritter all you want and then some.â He winked at his paramour.
âYeah?â Jakotsu said delightedly.
Throwing an arm around Bankotsu, Jakotsu smiled happily as they entered their room...
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