Take Me 'Til It Hurts

A/N I owed a oneshot to SakuraAshes at y-gal, and now I have paid. A Bankotsu/Jakotsu fic. My first, and likely my last, because I will tell you truly - I SUCK at these two characters. I love the crazy, psychotic, emotional, super gay-ness of Jakotsu, and Bankotsu is a crazy, honorable, psycho hottie as well. But I just can't make them live in my head very well. I apologize to everyone for even putting this up: but what the hell, huh? It's PWP, how good does it really have to be? :-D

Warnings: anal, oral, SM, and the blood play is like, nothing, but might be enough to squick a person here or there, so I mention it.


Take Me ‘Til It Hurts

Bankotsu sat on the futon, resting his elbows on splayed legs. His long braid hung down his back and slithered over his clothed backside as sighed. He looked out the door into the courtyard, sighing again as the rain continued to fall like a gray curtain blocking the light. The still bodies scattered outside made little impact. “You shouldn’t have killed the women.”

“But they were disgusting, big brother! Sickly, pale sows.” Jakotsu shuddered, the marks on his cheeks shifting as his face twisted in disgust. He kicked out in a sulking stretch and almost knocked over their weapons where they leaned against the wall. His head ducked in apology.

“I haven’t had a woman in three weeks now. You can’t keep killing every female we come across. At least leave me one to warm the sake! ” Bankotsu drank from a small, wide cup with a grimace.

Jakotsu plopped down next to him on the futon, pouting. “There’s been no one for me, either. The men around here are so plain, and they give up so quickly. They hardly even scream.”

Grumbling, Bankotsu took another quick drink of cold sake. He glanced over and straightened slowly as his eyes took in Jakotsu’s body. His effeminate companion lay on his back, his hands behind his head. The brightly flowered kimono slid up his slim, muscled thighs as he planted his feet on the mattress to keep them protected from the cold floor.

Bankotsu turned his head fully and focused on the pale thighs as he finished his glass. His eyes narrowed. “You miss the sound of men screaming, don’t you?”

Jakotsu blinked up at him. “Of course. Why, have you seen someone?” Jakotsu’s entire body sparkled as he smiled hopefully.

“No.” Jakotsu’s face fell back into an almost belligerent pout. “But I can think of a way for you to make up for the women, and someone WILL be screaming.”

“Really, big brother?” A shadow fell across Jakotsu’s eager face as Bankotsu tossed his sake cup to the floor and crawled over the slim, supine body. “Big brother? Big brother, what’s going on?”

“You took away all the women, so…you be the woman, Jakotsu.”

Jakotsu’s eyes widened until they took up half his face. “Eh….a-are you sure? I usually like to be on top…” His voice trailed off.

Bankotsu smiled broadly, his face rosy and flushed from the alcohol he’d consumed. “Maybe I want to see why you like it so much.”

“But…”

“Shut up.” Bankotsu brought his lips down and kissed him, watching his wide, confused eyes. He bit down on his lip, drawing blood, and finally felt Jakotsu’s body startle. Jakotsu’s cock grew and a small, hard arousal pushed against his groin. Pulling back, he stood and watched as Jakotsu brought up his hand to touch his abused lip. The young man’s hair was coming down around his face as he stared up at Bankotsu. With his flushed cheeks and colorful, disheveled clothing, he looked like a woman who’d just been ravaged.

Bankotsu planned to make that a reality as soon as possible

“Bank…”

“Be quiet. Your big brother has something for you to do.” Bankotsu’s clothing was peeled off quickly with a wicked smile and dexterous fingers. His companion pushed up, elbows supporting him as he watched. With a small admiring gasp, Jakotsu squirmed on the futon as Bankotsu’s tanned body stood in front of him. He stared at Bankotsu’s erection and licked his lips.

Bankotsu smiled, body and braid swaying a little from the alcohol, and gestured. “Come here. I want you to use your mouth first.”

Jakotsu pushed up slowly and came over to kneel in front of the cock that was taking up all of his attention. It was rather mesmerizing, and large. It was quite, quite large. His soft features were wary as he looked up at him. “Big brother, you’re…impressive. “ Jakotsu licked his lips again, yelping as Bankotsu suddenly grabbed his hair in his hand, pulling his head back.

“Don’t forget I’m not one of your toys, Jakotsu. Don’t make me bleed.”

Swallowing, Jakotsu murmured a quiet, ‘yes’ and nodded once Bankotsu’s grip loosened to merely rest on his head.

“Nice and slow, little brother. I’m in the mood to make it last right now.” He pet Jakotsu’s head once, encouraging, and after one more worried swallow, Jakotsu brought his face close to the dark brown cock in front of it. His eyes looked up Bankotsu’s body as he took it in his mouth. His lips were soft, almost tentative, until fingers tightened in his hair and pushed his face forward. Jakotsu’s mouth was instantly filled with musky flesh shoved so deep that he choked. His fingers scrabbled over slim hips and quivered there, holding on, but he didn’t push away. He didn’t fight. Big brother had asked him to do this. He couldn’t refuse to do something big brother asked.

Bankotsu barely noticed, his mind in an alcoholic haze as he began to thrust himself into the wet heat he held in his hands. He pulled back on Jakotsu’s head until the tip of his member was barely kissed and plunged back, slamming himself to the back of Jakotsu’s throat. The slight sting of teeth scraping over his cock made it a little sweeter as he did it again, moaning and gripping the silky strands of hair that were falling over his fingers.

He could feel clever, slender fingers as they dug into his ass along with an odd vibration as Jakotsu grunted every time his mouth was violated. His balls felt heavy and tight, urging him to take the mouth in front of him violently. Jakotsu’s eyes were still gazing up at him, shocked and pleading and glazed. His lips were bright, bruised berries, and seeing them open as the thick length thrust in made Bankotsu’s entire body shiver in pleasure. He slowed down to better enjoy the sight of his slick flesh sliding in. He went in deeply, noting that Jakotsu was beginning to calm.

“You’re a hell of a lot better at this that I would have thought,” he said hoarsely, his hips moving in a slow, languorous rhythm as he deliberately began to slow himself further, prolonging the feeling of lips around him. “Barely even gagged, did you?”

Jakotsu looked up at him, unable to speak with his mouth open and filled. He moved his tongue along the underside of Bankotsu’s cock, however, and was rewarded with a loud groan. Bankotsu closed his eyes as it happened again. His ass tightened as he thrust, wanting more. “Do it again,” he ordered.

“Yesssss, just like that. Damn but you’re better than a whore.” His body jerked while he clutched convulsively at Jakotsu’s hair. When strong lips clamped down around the head of his cock and a long flexible tongue played with the foreskin, pushing at the opening, Bankotsu cried out and slammed into him again with a coarse yell.

He shuddered, on the verge of coming until he opened his eyes and looked down. He’d wanted to see himself sliding into Jakotsu’s mouth again. The idea of watching Jakotsu’s eyes as he struggled to breath, with something thick and dark in between his choking lips, was viscerally erotic. But the look on Jakotsu’s face was anything but desperate. He was aroused, staring at Bankotsu’s chest and abdomen covetously, and his eyes sparkled with a familiar sadistic lust.

Bankotsu’s hands tightened and he stopped moving. “Think you’ve found a way to torment me without any blood, eh?” Jakotsu’s eyes widened and he whimpered as Bankotsu pulled all the way out and held him away.

“Big brother!” Jakotsu protested, pulling at Bankotsu’s hips to try and bring him back. “You haven’t finished yet. Let me…”

“Who’s in charge, Jakotsu?” His voice was deep. Stone hard and just as cold.

“You are.”

“So don’t argue with me. I’m done with this.” Jakotsu wilted, his bottom settling back onto his heels and his face taking on the desperate look Bankotsu had wanted to see while he was fucking his mouth.

“All right, big brother,” Jakotsu said quietly. Large and sad, his eyes finally made Bankotsu smile.

“So get onto the bed. And take off those clothes; I want to see if your backside can do as good a job as your mouth.”

A huge grin split Jakotsu’s face and he jumped to his feet. “Really?!”

“Yeah.” Bankotsu smiled as Jakotsu’s hands pulled his feminine garb off so quickly it tore. He wondered what the man would have done without him. He had such a fantastic bloodthirsty outlook on life, but he could be so easily excited by the smallest pleasures. He likely would have ended up as some warlord’s whore, Bankotsu thought with a chuckle, until he got overexcited one night and sliced the idiot up.

Now he had Bankotsu to look after him and make sure he didn’t get too lost in the blood and gore and let himself get killed. And Bankotsu was looking forward to taking care of him in an entirely new way, although he’d have to take precautions.

He wasn’t an idiot, and he wasn’t going to let himself sliced up.

“Toss the knife off the bed, Jakotsu,” he ordered with a shake of his head.

“Well that’s not very fun,” Jakotsu muttered sullenly, his eyes dimming as he tossed the large knife he’d secreted in his right hand across the room.

“And the one you keep in the mattress, as well.”

Jakotsu’s shoulders hunched and his bruised lips pouted, but he slid his hand into the torn seam along the side of the futon and pulled out an even bigger knife to toss it away as well.

“Good. Now turn onto your stomach.”

“Are you sure?” Jakotsu asked, his lower lip jutting out so much that Bankotsu wanted to bite it again. “I can’t do anything for you that way. I could –“

“I don’t want you doing anything. None of your tricks and playing, so turn over.”

Jakotsu rolled over with a sigh, leaning his chin on the mattress while legs kicked up at the knees to sway back and forth. His body was pale and slender and his dark hair was completely down, draping over his shoulders and off his back in a pool of darkness that made Bankotsu think of blood in the moonlight. His bottom was a soft swell of icy whiteness against the dingy gray of the mattress. Thighs flexing, his calves swung back and forth in the air. He had amazingly delicate feet, Bankotsu suddenly noticed. Long slender toes and softly arched in the middle, very elegant.

He really would have made a fantastic courtesan, if he hadn’t made such a good butcher that he’d caught Bankotsu’s eye. His loyalty was unshakable. And he looked like he might be absolutely amazing to screw, if his mouth was anything to go by.

“Get on your knees now.”

Jakotsu looked back over his shoulder at him, a pose that had Bankotsu swallow with anticipation, and his feet settled back onto the mattress. The slender legs dragged against the futon as Jakotsu carefully pulled his knees under him and arched his body, keeping his head on the mattress while his back curved seductively. The cheeks of his bottom were parted slightly as he continued to look back at Bankotsu with a slow smile.

“Like this?” he asked smoothly, his pout gone, and Bankotsu didn’t bother to answer. He got on the bed and grabbed Jakotsu’s hips so quickly that the slimmer man startled. Allowing himself a moment, he stared at the small spot where Jakotsu’s milky flesh darkened to a rosy, wrinkled dimple. With a fierce, feral bearing of teeth, he slammed himself into Jakotsu’s body with no warning, relishing the small, surprised scream from the man under him.

Jakotsu’s body rippled around his cock as the man trembled. His hands clenched at the futon and he arched his body back against Bankotsu. “Aaaah!”

“Your body is so tight! No wonder you love this – ” Bankotsu didn’t want to leave the body clenching around his, but there was no more room to thrust. He pulled out and thrust in with all his strength. Jakotsu screamed again as his body was opened wide.

“It hurts, brother,” Jakotsu whimpered as he writhed. His ass clutched at Bankotsu’s cock so tightly it made it hard to think.

“Yeah?” He took a deep breath to say more and was interrupted by the deep, body shaking groan from Jakotsu.

“Gods, do it again!”

More aroused than ever, Bankotsu pulled out and snapped his hips forward for a quick, hard penetration. Without even the slightest lubrication, his cock’s foreskin pulled back as he thrust, leaving his hypersensitive head exposed to Jakotsu’s inner muscles. It was too tight. His heavy girth had to force its way in so roughly that he felt raw as he thrust hard. The pressure grew unbearably as Jakotsu’s body clamped around him like a python. It was so damn tight it hurt. It burned the head of his cock like fire and acid and it gripped him in a chokehold.

It was heaven.

He forced his way through the dry passage again. Jakotsu screamed. He did it again, and Jakotsu’s scream was followed by more pleas to take him harder, more, faster. Bankotsu would have laughed if all his air weren’t used for trying to breath with the all-consuming fire sweeping through his belly and loins. His hands were leaving bruises along Jakotsu’s hips and buttocks as he gripped him hard and opened him wide. His orgasm was coming too fast. He wanted this to last, but Jakotsu’s body was too fucking good: tight and hot and a little bloody where his fingernails had dug into his lover’s skin.

He couldn’t stop moving, his hips pumping forward faster and faster. Closing his eyes to make it last backfired and instead his body’s focus narrowed down to his cock and the tight world it was invading. He was going to come too soon. He didn’t even fucking know if Jakotsu’s moans and pleas meant he was going to come soon or not, but Bankotsu couldn’t last. His heart was racing, his breath was barely able to keep him conscious, and Jakotsu’s body suddenly twisted slightly and tightened on his cock completely. He came as he felt Jakotsu’s shuddering cry and felt the rhythmic clenching of orgasm around his aching member.

Panting, Bankotsu smiled to himself. Jakotsu’s body was so fantastic; he was so willing to be taken. He wasn’t going to forget this. Jakotsu could kill all the women he wanted from now on, as long as he didn’t lose his perfect, hot ass. He let himself lie over Jakotsu’s body and frowned as his limp arms flopped onto the futon and encountered something hot, damp, and slick on the sheets. With a frown, he opened one eye and stared curiously at the dead body laying on the futon with them.

“So that’s why you came so easily,” he muttered, wiping his hand absently on the hair of the soldier with the slit throat. Jakotsu was too consumed with after shudders from his climax to answer.

Bankotsu stared again at the bloody wound and his head whipped down to see Jakotsu’s hand clutching both the futon and a bloody knife.

“Where did that come from?”

Gasping, Jakotsu still tried to respond. “I, aaah, keep one under the pillow as well.” He wriggled, clenching himself around Bankotsu’s cock again.

“He tried to come when we did.” Jakotsu laughed hoarsely, turning his head to lick blood from the knife like a sweet. “Didn’t scream though.”

“You did that enough for both of us,” Bankotsu said, staring at him. He suddenly reached around and hugged Jakotsu’s waist. “You had that knife all this time, and you never once tried to cut me. You are so sweet.”

Jakotsu looked back over his shoulder, confused. His eyes were large and liquid as he licked at the crimson covering his lips. “You told me not to, big brother.”

Smiling, Bankotsu hugged him tighter, punching forward as best he could with his hips to give a little more pain so his lover would know how much he was appreciated. “You will always be my favorite, Jakotsu.”

Jakotsu’s face lit and he bubbled. “Really?”

“I just said so, didn’t I? Give me a minute and I’ll prove it to you. Unless you’d rather not scream some more?” He felt himself getting hard again as Jakotsu tried to convince him that continuing was exactly what he wanted to do next.

Another reason he liked Jakotsu: he always knew what he wanted.