Inexplicable

It may not have been a good idea, but then again, Mugen was not known for thinking ahead much, except to the next meal. That was, perhaps, why he was straddling Jin's lap in the baths.

"Get. Off."

Somehow, Jin looked even more like a cranky old woman without his glasses on, but even Mugen knew it wouldn't be the best thing to be saying at the moment. The flicker of fear passing through usually-covered eyes was enough encouragement to risk certain bits of one's anatomy that crushed easily, however.

"Come on Jin. You haven't so much as looked at a woman in months. You imust/i be interested."

Jin's jaw remained resolutely clenched and Mugen could feel the body under him taunt and almost shaking with the effort of holding itself in place. Sword and hardship-calloused hands ran over perfectly toned muscles under the steaming water of the bath; no change, except a small growl added to Jin's voice.

"Get off, Mugen. Now."

Leaning in untill the samaurai couldn't lean back any more to get away from him, decidedly unchaste lips pressed against decidedly stony ones. It took a daring rock of the hips for Jin's jaw to slacked in surprise enough for Mugen to slide his tounge into his mouth. What came out could have been either "I'm going to kill you" or just a very strangled moan of pleasure. Decided to take the riskier guess with the bigger dividends, the man on top started rocking rhythmically against the growing lump under his ass.

It soon became clear that they had passed some sort of barrier. when they broke apart from their fumbling and messy kiss, a desperate moan slipped past Jin's guarded lips and his eyes looked dazed and blurred.

"Mugen..."

And the object of his attentions was realizing that he was not inclined to stop. And that was how they eneded up sloshing water over the edge of the tub as Mugen bit down on Jin's shoulder as if to prove how little he was enjoying this whole thing as sighs echoed in his ears and his cock rubbed excruciatingly against Jin's feather-soft stomach.

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"I don't like people thinking that just because I look like a woman I'd rather sleep with men."

Mugen was startled when the usually stoic samaurai spoke and looked at him cuttingly. However, Jin didn't say anything more and when he was done rubbing his hair dry and tying it back up he left the room in silence.

Collapsing onto a bench, Mugen draped a towel over his head and rested his forearms against his knees, defeated. Needless to say, he had cum. With a man. With a man he wanted to kill. He wanted to hold a sword to Jin's throat and ask him one question: "What the hell is happening here!"