36 Erotic Ban/Jak Tales: Tale 2: Love of my life

Author: kira
Title: Tale 2: Love of my life

Theme: Love
Pairing: Bankotsu/Jakotsu

Rating: Mature
Genre: Romance

Word Count: 2,429
WARNINGS: The following contains yaoi, implied oral sex, implied sex with what in modern times would be considered a minor, implied anal sex, a “hand job” and prostitution in general.
Summary: Bankotsu and Jakotsu realize they really do love each other...
A/N: This one is self-betaed, so any mistakes found therein are purely my own. ;p

Jakotsu stood there, leaning dejectedly against the post that held up the low veranda’s roof. He was facing the main gate leading to their home base’s main courtyard, anxiously waiting for Bankotsu’s return. The young leader of the Shichinintai had gone into the village earlier that evening after a fight with the cross-dresser. Jakotsu had the horrible feeling he was busy whoring it up at the local brothel and he found it hard not to dash into town and drag him home. So he stood rooted to the spot, occasionally wiping away the tears that trickled down his cheeks.

His emotions had run the gamut from angry to sad to numb to anxiety over his young lover’s safety. Damn it!! I hate you!! he thought bitterly. No, I don’t! I would die if something happened to you, Aniki-chan... Please come home... Jakotsu, closing his eyes, hugged himself tightly.

The cross-dresser, who was lost in his sorrow, never heard the floorboards sing as the claw-bearer approached. He jumped, startled out of his reverie, and turned to face him. “Sui...?”

“Oo-Aniki’s fine, Jak.” Suikotsu said, correctly guessing the reason for the cross-dresser’s distress. “He’ll be back soon, you’ll see, and everything will be like it never happened.”

“He loves you very much,” Suikotsu said as he sat down on the veranda near the eighteen year old’s feet.

The cross-dresser shrugged as he continued to stare off into space.

“Listen to your ‘Chichi-ue’ and sit,” the gentle healer said.

A smile twitched the corners of Jakotsu’s mouth briefly upwards. “When you put it that way...” he said softly, jumping down from the veranda, he sat next to his friend.

The silence stretched between them as Suikotsu put his arm around the younger man and Jakotsu leaned into him.

“No, he doesn’t! He told me he hated me and then-” Jakotsu voice broke as he choked back the overwhelming sadness he felt, “he left,” finished in a small voice.

“No, he didn’t and you know that,” Suikotsu said patiently. “He’s still a boy, Jak, and unsure of himself in matters of the heart, but I can tell just by looking at you two just how much he loves you.” And you him...

“If he loved me so much, he wouldn’t be out whoring,” Jakotsu said peevishly.

Suikotsu sighed. “Fair enough, but don’t you think you should give him the benefit of the doubt?”

“Yeah... But that doesn’t mean he’s not whoring. He always does that when we have a fight,” the younger man said sadly.

“Oo-Aniki is still a boy and he’s probably scared you don’t love him any more, that’s why he’s there.”

Surprise was written all over the younger man’s face. “But I would never stop loving him! He knows that!”

Suikotsu nodded. “His heart knows that, and his head too, but he’s upset and not thinking straight. When he comes home, I’m sure you’ll see just how much he loves you.”

“Yeah...?” Jakotsu’s heart reached out and held onto that little ray hope.

The older man smiled. “In fact, I think he’s here now. See that lantern swinging in the darkness?”

Jakotsu held his hand up to his forehead and squinted into the shadows across the courtyard. “Are you sure that’s not a firefly?”

“Oh...” Jakotsu laughed sheepishly as the swinging light drew closer. “I’m just stupid, eh?”

“No, not stupid; just cute as Oo-Aniki would say.” He smiled at his friend and stood up. “Good night, Jak.”

The gentle healer nodded, before heading back to his room, leaving Jakotsu alone to greet their leader.

An awkward silence briefly settled between them before Bankotsu broke it.

“I know,” Bankotsu said dismissively as he looked everywhere but at his paramour, “and I shouldn’t have got mad you, but I just didn’t feel like having you fussing over me like that.” It reminded me too much of my mother and sisters, and it made me miss home...

“Yeah...” Bankotsu looked away and back. “Can you forgive me too, Sweetness...?” he said softly.

Jakotsu threw his arms around the younger boy. “What do you think?”

Bankotsu grinned. “I think someone wants some nookie,” he said huskily as the older boy giggled. “Come on, let’s go.”

Bankotsu watched as his paramour slowly removed his arm guards, before carefully placing them on the low table in their room next to his shoulder guard. The rest of the fifteen year old’s armor soon followed, leaving him clad in his tattsuke-bakama and kimono.

Jakotsu knelt in front of him, sitting back on his heels like a woman. Picking up the younger boy’s leg, he set it on his knee so that he could he untie the lacings around the lower half of his bakama and remove the bindings on his foot. After finishing the one leg, he quietly moved onto the next and it was not long before he had removed Bankotsu’s bakama and foot bindings. Giggling, he stuck his hand under his lover’s kimono and fondled the growing bulge in his fundoshi.

“What?” the cross-dresser replied impishly. “I thought you wanted to nookie... or at least part of you does,” he said saucily.

“I do...” the fifteen year old said huskily as he pushed Jakotsu’s sleeping yukata down off his shoulders. Leaning towards him, and taking his face in his hands, Bankotsu kissed him. The older boy deepened it as he continued to fondle his young lover. Breaking the kiss, the fifteen year old tugged on his fundoshi, and taking the hint, Jakotsu helped him out of it.

The cross-dresser engulfed the younger boy’s growing erection in mouth and was pleasantly surprised to find that he did not reek of spent lust or taste like it for that matter. Jakotsu paused in his ministrations and looked up at his young lover.

The eighteen year old, looked away, embarrassed. “Yeah...” he admitted.

Bankotsu nodded. “But then I realized I didn’t want to, so I wandered around for a bit.”

It was Jakotsu’s turn to nod as he sighed in relief. “Are you sure you’re not sick or something? Maybe I should go get Sui,” he said as he let go of his lover’s budding erection.

“I’m fine, Sweetness. I just...” the younger boy trailed off helplessly.

“You love me...” Jakotsu’s face lit up as the realization hit him. Sweet Kami-sama!! Sui was right!!

The younger boy’s cheeks heated up as he murmured something unintelligible.

“And you didn’t want to hurt me...” Jakotsu said softly. He snaked his arms around his lover’s waist, resting his head against Bankotsu’s stomach, and continued in the same quiet tones, “There’s no one, Aniki-chan, who warms my heart the way you do...”

Sighing contentedly, the eighteen year old let go of his young lover and stood up. Kissing his finger tips, Jakotsu placed them on Bankotsu’s lips. “Stay here...” he said, before going to blow out the single candle lighting their room. He waited a few minutes for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, when they did; he walked back over to his young lover and took his hand. Bringing it to his lips, Jakotsu kissed the younger boy’s palm.

The cross-dresser kissed his palm again, sending little shivers down Bankotsu’s spine. “Come,” Jakotsu whispered into the darkness as he led his lover over to their futon. Holding the younger boy’s face in his hands, the eighteen year old kissed him lightly on the lips. “Lie down,” he murmured softly, giggling when his young lover eagerly complied. Taking his time, Jakotsu slowly sank to the floor next to him. He sat with his legs folded to the side, resting his weight on one hand, the other reaching out to open his lover’s kimono.

He ran his hand lightly down his young lover’s torso, loving the soft, yet hard, feel to the younger boy’s flesh. Bankotsu was perfection in his eyes and if the cross-dresser could have his way, he would have the younger boy parading around naked all day long for him. From his jet black hair to his bright blue eyes to his milk tea colored skin to the little scars he had that dotted his body from all the fights he had been in, Jakotsu loved it all. And he never tired of looking at him.

Bankotsu ran his hand up his paramour’s arm when the older boy paused to place a hand over a recent scar on his hip. “It doesn’t hurt any more if that’s what you’re thinking...”

Jakotsu giggled. He could just see the blush spilling over the younger boy’s cheek in the soft moonlight that lit their room. “You’re very beautiful to me, Aniki-chan. And I get afraid...” the cross-dresser trailed off softly.

“That I’ll wake up and it’ll all be a dream and I’ll be stuck in the bathhouse until I grow old and die.”

“Sssh... It’s okay.” He leaned in and kissed him and as he did so, Bankotsu reached up and pulled him close. “Let me go...Please, Aniki-chan.”

The younger boy reluctantly let go and the cross-dresser sat up, before shifting so that he could lie comfortably next to him.

“That’s better...” Jakotsu said as he rolled onto his side, bringing his arm up, and propping his head on his upturned palm.

A companionable silence settled between them as they lay there, holding each other. After a while, Jakotsu pushed his young lover onto his back. He teased his young lover, running his fingertips lightly over his supple skin, going lower and lower as he let his hand wander. He playfully brushed against the dark thatch of curls, giggling when his young lover’s penis sprang to life. The more the eighteen year old teased, the harder it grew. Jakotsu finally wrapped his hand around it, Bankotsu’s breath hitching in his throat as he did so. The cross-dresser lovingly stroked the younger boy’s swollen member.

Bankotsu close his eyes. It felt so good, having Jakotsu pleasure him this way. It was different from the way they normally nookied, with him either sheathing himself inside the eighteen year old or Jakotsu sucking him off. This time the little waves of pleasure pooled more rapidly in his belly and the fifteen year old started to moan softly.

Instead of speeding up, Jakotsu slowed down, occasionally adding a quick flick across the top of the younger boy’s penis with his thumb. The cross-dresser smiled as he felt the hot sticky precursor to his young lover’s orgasm. He knew wouldn’t be long now, if the expression on Bankotsu’s face was anything to go by.

The younger boy had screwed his eye shut and his mouth hung open as he panted and moaned. He could feel his stomach and butt muscles tightening as the little waves of pleasure came closer and closer together in one big wave. Minutes later, he felt himself pumping into nothingness as he spent his lust, the hot sticky mess rapidly cooling on his belly. Bankotsu gradually opened his eyes as reality slowly spiraled back into his awareness. He looked to his right and saw Jakotsu smiling impishly at him.

“Good, cuz I wanted to do something special, you know, try something different, because I ummm...” Because I love you so much, I could die...

The younger boy nodded. “Me too...” he said softly, having correctly guessed what the older boy left unsaid, as he reached up to cup his paramour’s cheek.

Jakotsu was about to cover Bankotsu’s hand with his own when he noticed a bit of the younger boy’s spent lust clinging to it. Licking it off gave him an idea, and after kissing his lover long and hard, Jakotsu trailed a line of kisses down his lover’s body. Reaching Bankotsu’s stomach, he licked him clean despite the younger boy’s protests and complaints that he was tickling him.

“Sweetness, you didn’t have to do that...” Bankotsu said softly as he stroked his paramour’s hair.

The older boy looked up at him, a content little half smile tugging at his lips. “But I wanted too.” Because I love you and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you...

“Aniki-chan, I swallow it when I suck you off, so letting it cool first and licking it off you is nothing.”

“You sure?” As much as I love you, I don’t know if I could do that for you... The fifteen year old tried not to make a face.

“Yeah...” Jakotsu yawned. “I’m tired. Can we go to sleep now?” He sat up, and reaching behind himself, he untied the small knot in his yukata’s obi, pulling the thin strip of fabric from his waist.

“Sure.” Bankotsu had also sat up and shrugged out of his kimono, tossing it to the side.

Jakotsu’s sleeping yukata landed on it in a heap of well worn cotton as the cross-dresser stood up to go get the light cotton quilt they slept under. He hurried back, and after throwing it at his young lover, he crawled in the futon and lay down next to him. Bankotsu adjusted the quilt to cover them. He was glad they had gotten over their earlier fight as the thought of sleeping alone was not a pleasant one. The nights were so much better in his humble opinion with Jakotsu cuddled up next to him...