36 Erotic Ban/Jak Tales: Tale 5: The ring

Author: kira
Title: Tale 5: The ring

Theme: Ring/jewelry
Pairing: Bankotsu/Jakotsu

Rating: Mature
Genre: Romance

Word Count: 3,788
WARNINGS: The following contains yaoi, implied sex with what in modern times would be considered a minor, implied anal sex, mention of prostitution as well as a sex toy.
Summary: Bankotsu buys Jakotsu a sex toy more suited to a woman which starts a huge fight between the lovers.
A/N: Thanks to my beta, Jen, who helped me tweak this puppy in spots!  Any other mistakes are purely my own.

Bankotsu stepped out of the House of the Blue Lotus, an iron ring in his hand. He tucked it in the top of his kimono for safe keeping, the words Azami had told him echoing in his head. If you really want to pleasure your sweetheart, then wear this... He made his way quickly out to the main road of the pleasure district, intent on hurrying home to try out his new toy on Jakotsu. The fifteen year was sure his paramour would love it as much as Azami had when she showed him exactly how to use it. He grinned at the memory and Bankotsu was glad he had worn his armor into town today as it helped cover up the uncomfortable bulge in his hakama. Plus it also kept his surprise right next to his skin, warming the cool metal for later.

Before he knew it, Bankotsu was home. He sauntered jauntily through the main gates of their mansion and into the courtyard. A couple of quick paces and he was up on the low veranda, and taking the longer outer way to their rooms, the fifteen year old made a beeline to his paramour. He was glad the others were no where in sight, as the last thing he wanted was some stupid delay over possible work that could wait for later. Rounding the corner, Bankotsu hurried the last few paces to their room.

“Sweetness? You there?” Please be here and not with Sui... Or Ren... the last I want to do is go over some stupid weapon designs. The fifteen year old slid the shoji to the side and entered the room. As luck would have it, his paramour was sound asleep on the futon and he hurried over to him. Shaking Jakotsu gently awake, Bankotsu whispered, “Sweetness...”

The eighteen year old mumbled something incoherent in his sleep.

Bankotsu shook him again, a bit harder this time. “Wake up, Sweetness!”

“Whaaaat...?” Jakotsu whined as he rolled over onto his back.

“I got something I want to show you and maybe we can have a lil fun with it...” The fifteen year old grinned wickedly at his sleepy lover.

The cross-dresser’s eyes flew open as he sat up. “You got me that really big ivory cock?” he said happily.

“This!” Bankotsu reached into the top of his kimono and pulled out a metal ring with a slight bump on it. He held it out to his paramour.

“Oh...” the eighteen year old said flatly. He refused to touch it.

“Don’t you know what it is?”

Jakotsu sighed. “Of course I know what that is,” he said irritably.

“Then you know how much fun it’ll be for you,” Bankotsu said, hoping to appease the older boy.

“Aniki-chan, unless I’m hiding a bitch crack under my balls the only fun I’m going to get from it is when you stop pounding into me.”

“I don’t know what those whores told you, but I do know I don’t want that thing near me.” What the hell were you thinking? He mentally snorted. Probably weren’t thinking much beyond Aoi’s tits!

“Yeah... Now if you want to nookie, we can but that thing stays over there. Besides, it’s not a total waste. I’m sure the next lil bitch you sweet talk into the futon will enjoy it a lot,” Jakotsu said tartly.

“Yeah, well, uh... You know what? I don’t feel like nookying now.” Bankotsu glared at his paramour.

“Neither do I!” the older boy huffed as he lay back down on the futon.

The fifteen year old got up and wordlessly stormed out of their room. He strode towards the main area of their home base, taking the outer corridors, hurt and upset that his gift was so soundly rebuffed. It’s not like I got you a woman, Sweetness...

As he rounded a corner, Bankotsu ran straight into the fire-breather, dropping the ring. It hit the floorboards with a soft clanging sound, before rolling towards the fire-breather, who bent to pick it up. The fifteen year old started to go around him.

“You dropped this, Oo-Aniki,” Renkotsu said, halting Bankotsu in his tracks.

“Don’t want it any more...” the younger boy mumbled sullenly.

“No... Jak told me to save it for the next bitch I entice into the futon.”

Renkotsu took a closer look at the object in his hand, his cheeks heating up as he realized what he was holding onto. “Oh...”

They refused to look each other in the eye, especially since Bankotsu was also blushing.

The fire-breather thought it over and against his better judgment, he said, “I could melt it down into something Jak would like better. Like maybe a hairpin... or something.”

“I could try... Maybe make a little cage for it, like you do with a pearl. But it’s not going to be perfect, Oo-Aniki, I’m not a jewelry-smith.”

“Or better yet, maybe I can melt this down and cast a little butterfly for him that I can attach to a simple hairpin. I’m not really sure how pure this metal is, but I think I can get a decent enough bronze out of it.”

“Thanks, Ren...”

“You’re welcome, Oo-Aniki, now, if you have some free time, I have some new weapon designs I’d like to so you.”

Bankotsu sighed. Oh hell... not that shit again! He mentally groaned. However, the fifteen year old readily agreed to see them. He figured he owed it to the fire-breather for helping him salvage the mess he found himself in.

Several days passed as an uneasy silence settled over the young lovers. Their mounting annoyance with each other grew steadily after the fight and the resulting lack of intimate moments between them. Things got really bad at night as it was difficult sharing a futon while stubbornly refusing to snuggle up against one another. What made matters even worse was that both missed the other terribly, yet neither one was willing to give in and forgive the other. And as the long nights turned into longer days their frustrations built until they were ready to explode.

It started out with little things, like Jakotsu leaving his voluminous, soiled kimono all over the place to even the score after Bankotsu forgot to wake him up one morning in time for breakfast. Their room looked like a colorful mess with bits of gaudy silk and cotton strewn all over the floor. Bankotsu felt hurt as they were all gifts he had given his older lover after various missions they had gone on together.

Jakotsu also started leaving his makeup scattered about the low table in their room that the fifteen year old used when studying for a mission. The younger boy retaliated by throwing some of the makeup into the cesspit. The cross-dresser watched in horror as Bankotsu chucked his favorite pot of lip paint into the muck, where it landed it landed with a loud squelching splash. That was followed by his eye shadow and the little pot of soot he used to darken his lashes. Jakotsu breathed a small sigh of relief that his young lover had left his pot of purple paint that he used to paint his fangs on, as well as the small star on the fifteen year old’s forehead when they went into battle, alone. That was short-lived when the younger boy threw the small bottle of jasmine perfume, that the cross-dresser was fond of wearing, into the cesspit. Jakotsu unable to watch any more, burst into tears.

As mad as he was at Jakotsu, Bankotsu could not bear to see him crying any more than he was over losing his favorite possessions. And yet, he could not shake the smoldering anger he felt over the older boy’s stubbornness. All Bankotsu felt he was guilty of was giving the ungrateful wretch the wrong present. Besides, it never seemed to matter before if he gave the cross-dresser an inappropriate gift. And yet when he looked over at him, the younger boy felt his heart clench as he slowly walked away.

Bankotsu found him in their room a few minutes later, sitting on the floor, and looking so miserable, that he found it hard not to go marching into the village to replace the makeup he so casually threw away. The fifteen year old came over and sat across from his lover, intending to apologize. He felt terrible about the way Jakotsu sat there and stared at him with red-rimmed eyes.

When the younger boy threw away his makeup, it reminded the eighteen year old of his days in the bathhouse, where possessions belonged to the owner and a chosen few. Everything from the clothes on his back to food in his belly to the floor he slept on at night belonged to his “boss” just like everything he now had came from his young lover. Now all the anger he felt was replaced by a deep fear that Bankotsu was planning on leaving him, and possibly selling him to an eel house. The thought of going back to that life after his brief taste of freedom, shook the former bathhouse whore to the core.

The longer Jakotsu stared at him, the more Bankotsu felt bad about upsetting him. He wanted to go over to him and beg for forgiveness, but then the memory of the eighteen year old’s reaction to the cock ring surfaced and he found it easier to ignore him. Serves him right for being an ass about it! How the hell was I supposed to know that was only for pleasuring women? Azami said it was the best thing for pleasuring your sweetie... Oh hell! He mentally winced. She must have thought “my sweetie” was a girl... Well, he is girly...Bankotsu smiled warmly at his lover.

The older boy frowned. Shit! He is sending me to an eel house!! His eyes going wide as he panicked, Jakotsu slowly scooted on his behind towards the shoji leading outside. He was afraid to take his eyes off his former lover and it was by dumb luck that he reached the door without trouble. Once there, he stood up and left.

Bankotsu watched him as his smile melted into a puzzled frown. He was so taken aback by the cross-dresser’s strange behavior that he sat there, rooted to the spot, and it was only when Jakotsu’s retreating footsteps finally penetrated his head that he moved. By then it was too late. Bankotsu had no idea which direction the older boy had taken.

“Sui, you’ve got to help me!” Jakotsu sobbed. “He’s... he’s... he’s gonna sell me to an eel house!!” the eighteen year old wailed as he clung to the older man.

“Who’s going to what?” Renkotsu said, from where he sat at the low desk he shared with the claw bearer, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice and failing miserably.

Suikotsu shook his head at the fire-breather, forestalling any further questioning. He simply let the upset cross-dresser cry himself out as he made soft comforting noises. After a few minutes, he held Jakotsu at arm’s length. “Feeling better now?” he said calmly.

“Good. Now explain that again, but calmly this time so I can understand you.”

Jakotsu took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “The other day, Aniki-chan came back from the pleasure district with a cock ring because the stupid bitch whore told him it was the perfect gift for us.” He took another deep breath and blew it out, a look of disgust on his face. “I told exactly how I felt about it and he got mad and then we stopped talking to each other and then things got ummm... stupid, cuz ummm... well, um... he forgot to wake me up for breakfast and then Kyo ate it all and I had nothing and I was hungry...  and ummm...I left our room a mess with my kimono all over the floor and then he got mad when I left my makeup on the table... but he didn’t have to be so mean and throw it in the cesspit!” Jakotsu said peevishly. “That’s when I knew he was going to get rid of me...” he finished softly.

Renkotsu looked up from the low table he was sitting at, polishing the hairpin Bankotsu had asked him to make. “Oh for Kami-sama’s sake!” he swore. “You’re such an asshole!”

“I’m sorry, Sui, but this crap has gone on long enough.” Renkotsu held up the hairpin. “See this? Well, that used to be that stupid cock ring. Ban asked me to melt it down and make something you’d like better out of it. I had some copper lying around, that I used to turn it into bronze so it wouldn’t rust on you and besides, it looks prettier that way, if I say so myself. So now that I’m finished with it, I’m going to go find Ban and give it to him.” He stood up to leave. “And you’re going to pretend you never saw this when he gives it to you later on, or I’ll sell you to an eel house myself,” he said, muttering “whatever the hell that is...” under his breath as he left.

Bankotsu searched everywhere he could think of and was just about to head into to town when it hit him. His lover always went running to Suikotsu whenever he was upset. Spinning neatly on his heel, he headed back in the direction of the sleeping quarters. The fifteen year old took the long way around; using the outer corridors of the mansion they called their “home base,” instead of the inner more direct route.

“Yeah...Your woman’s in our room, crying his eyes out like a little girl,” the fire-breather said dryly. “By the way, what the hell is an eel-house?”

The fifteen year old shrugged. “Hell if I know... I thought it was a fish vendor, but I think Jak said it was a whore house full of boys and that the clientele is mostly women...”

“And we all know how Jak feels about women,” Ren started to say.

“She’s some whore who up and died on him when he was little...” Bankotsu shrugged again.

“Aaah... another dead woman to add to his harem,” the fire-breather chuckled.

“Oh, before I forget,” Renkotsu said as he reached into the top of his kimono. “I finished it.” He handed the hairpin to his leader. “I mixed some copper with it and got a rather nice looking bronze. I think Jak’ll love this.”

“Don’t mention it.” Just get his sorry ass out of our room so Sui and I can have a lil peace...

Without a backwards glance, the younger boy hurried towards the room in question.

Bankotsu stood just outside the room Renkotsu shared with the claw-bearer. He had paused to listen to the muted conversation coming from within. He sighed for Jakotsu had just repeated “I’m such an idiot” for the umpteenth time and he felt it was time to rescue Suikotsu from the cross-dresser’s ceaseless babbling. The fifteen year old knocked loudly on the shoji’s frame. “Sui, can I come in?”

The young leader of the Shichinintai entered in time to see his paramour hastily wiping his face. He nodded at older man, and sauntering over to his paramour, he said, “There you are. You know, I’ve been looking all over for you, Sweetness.”

“Yeah. I have something for you... I’m... uh...” the fifteen year old trailed off; he suddenly felt uncomfortable with the idea of apologizing to his lover in front of Suikotsu.

Bankotsu nodded as he sat down across from him. “Here,” he said as he held out the hairpin.

The old boy took it reverently as if it were a precious jewel instead of a piece of bronze. “For me...?” He took his old hair pin out, replacing it with the one Renkotsu made.

“Thank you so much!” Jakotsu said, launching himself at his young lover, and pulling him close. “I love it!!” It’s so much better than that stupid cock ring!!

“Sweetness!” the fifteen year old cried as his lover covered his face in little kisses.

“What...?” the cross-dresser murmured, while nuzzling his young lover’s cheek.

“Sui-” Bankotsu mumbled when Jakotsu started to fondle his crotch.

“Sui can join in if he want to...” the cross-dresser said, the last part of his statement directed at both males.

“No, that’s okay, Jak. What Oo-Aniki is trying to say is you’re in my room,” Suikotsu said, a touch of amusement heard in his voice.

Jakotsu’s eyes went wide as he let go of lover and turned his attention to his father figure. “Oh...”

“Yeah. Now go.” The claw-bearer waved them away with his hand. “I have work to do, if you don’t mind.”

Jakotsu giggled. “Okay.” He stood up to leave. Leaning over, he held his hand out to his lover. “Come, Aniki-chan,” he said as the younger boy took it. Hauling Bankotsu to his feet, the eighteen year old giggled again. “Bye, Sui!”

They walked along the inner corridors, pausing every so often to steal a kiss as they searched for a room to have a bit of fun in, instead of simply going back to their room. Jakotsu found the possibly of being caught in the act a bit of an aphrodisiac and Bankotsu did not mind indulging him on occasion. Several kisses later, they found a room that had potential.

Sliding the shoji back with a resounding thwack, Jakotsu stepped inside, pulling Bankotsu in behind him. As he turned to kiss the younger boy, he reached out and gently nudged the shoji closed with his hand.

“Leave that...”Bankotsu said. Worming his hand between them, he tugged on Jakotsu’s obi.

“Okay...” Jakotsu murmured between kisses. Stepping back as far as he could while still remaining lip-locked with the younger boy, Jakotsu helped him loosen the knot. It soon fluttered onto the floor followed by his kimono.

Bankotsu let his hands wander over his paramour’s nude form. He loved how soft the eighteen year’s skin was as well as the hardness of his musculature underneath. Lean and wiry, Jakotsu was also very beautiful, despite being a boy, and Bankotsu was totally smitten with him. For some reason he could not understand, the eighteen year old’s maleness made no difference to him. All Bankotsu knew was that out of all the girls he had ever bedded, as well as all the men he had ever known, none had ever made him feel the way he did when he was with the cross-dresser.

Sinking to the floor, the fifteen year old gently eased his lover onto his back. Reaching up, Jakotsu wrapped his arms around him, pulling the younger boys close. They kissed, their tongues dancing with each other, as they explored the moist inner confines of the other’s mouth. Grinding their hips together, all the pent up frustrations of the previous days seem to melt away, leaving a pleasant warmth that was beginning to pool in their bellies. The older boy sighed contentedly. It was Bankotsu’s signal to move lower and he did so, trailing a line of soft butterfly kisses down Jakotsu’s neck.

The cross-dresser moaned quietly, his breath coming out in quick little pants as the fifteen year old paused to flick his tongue playfully across Jakotsu’s left nipple. It quickly hardened just like its twin did as the younger boy lazily rubbed his thumb across it. Bankotsu went lower and lower, sliding his body down the older boy’s, the rough cotton texture of his clothing teasing Jakotsu’s burgeoning erection. It twitched as it slowly hardened in anticipation of the warm mouth that would soon engulf it.

Bankotsu carefully eased himself between his paramour’s legs as the last thing he wanted was to bump his delicate sack with a misplaced knee, causing immeasurable pain to his paramour. Jakotsu may have been adventurous in the futon, and willing to try just about anything the younger boy wanted, but he had his limits, and giving or taking unnecessary pain was one of them, unless he was toying with one of his victims on the battlefield. So the fifteen year old carefully wrapped his hand around his lover’s erection, and throwing caution to the wind, he engulfed it in his mouth. He could tell the older boy was nearing his climax by the taste, and he did his best to pleasure him orally. It was something new they had been trying with mixed results, and Bankotsu really wanted things to go smoothly this time. So he focused totally on the task at hand, shutting out the soft scratching noises Jakotsu made with his fingernails on the tatami mat as he tried to fist it. Bobbing his head up and down, Bankotsu was on the upstroke when the cross-dresser climaxed. Carefully keeping his mouth open as wide as he dared, Bankotsu pulled away and swallowed as Jakotsu cried out in ecstasy.

“Aaah... Aaah... Aaah...niiii... kiiiii...chaaaaaannnn...” The eighteen year old panted, thoroughly spent.

“You like...?” Bankotsu asked, a cocky grin spreading across his lips.

What neither one had realized, was that they had an unexpected visitor. It was only when the floor boards creaked loudly as he took a step backwards that they noticed him. Looking up in surprise, the three of them stared at each other for several long tense minutes until Jakotsu laughed.

“Stop acting like a koi out of water, Ren, if you wanted to join us, all you had to do was say so,” he said impishly.

The fire-breather, whose face was just as flushed as Bankotsu’s, sputtered wordlessly for several minutes before he stepped far enough away to slide the shoji shut. The pair of young lovers laughed loudly as his retreating footsteps grew farther and farther away...