Forever Trusting Who We Are

Salome Wilde 07/08

Author's Note: Originally written for the LJ community "inusongfics" (took first place, also third place at IYFG, third quarter 2008 awards). I don't seem able to write a songfic that isn't filthy and full of vicious kink. But with Bankotsu and Jakotsu, who would want to do otherwise? Lyrics in italics are (c) Metallica.

Forever Trusting Who We Are

So close no matter how far
Couldn’t be much more from the heart

Lithe and catlike, Jakotsu stretches his limbs and turns onto his side, where he is greeted by the sight of his big brother, asleep. He yawns, thinking about how tender Bankotsu’s features are at rest. Tongue-tip poking out from a corner of his rosebud mouth, he reaches a delicate finger to trace the mark upon the forehead before him. Before he can even make contact, his wrist is imprisoned in a viselike grip and he sees his brother’s eyes flash open to reveal he is not asleep after all. Jakotsu winces and Bankotsu smiles: such perfect balance in the giving and receiving of pain.

Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters

With fluid power, Bankotsu rises above the kimono-clad form of his brother and straddles him. Jakotsu whimpers and his wide-eyed gaze pours forth fear and desire as Bankotsu leans forward and pins him, hard. “Shall big brother inspire your fury before we resume the hunt?” he coaxes, bending forward to trace his teeth along Jakotsu’s slender jaw.

Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way

They know their quarry is only a few hours distant and will have relaxed their guard after the night attack they expected did not occur. The brothers-in-predation share a love of such play and of sleeping with the knowledge that their prey spends its final hours in panic and restlessness before they die, painfully, at the Band of Seven’s ruthless, skilled hands. But first things first.

“Please, big brother,” Jakotsu whimpers, powerfully aroused by Bankotsu’s ability to draw forth and relish his submission and by the way it will stir his need to unleash his pent up ferocity thereafter. In return, Bankotsu enjoys the pleasure of abusing his comrade and then watching him taunt and torture their victims in consequence.

All these words I don’t just say
And nothing else matters

Bankotsu releases one of Jakotsu’s arms so he can open his hakama and release the bulk of his thick, half-erect cock. Jakotsu licks his lips, capturing Bankotsu’s attention just long enough to reach his arm up to slash across his brother’s chest and through his thick garments with sharp, manicured nails. His laughter is a light trill as he watches the blood blossom through the torn cloth.

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new

Bankotsu grins and seems to ignore the attack, moving his hand to shove Jakotsu’s kimono up over his thighs. Little brother wears nothing beneath it, and big brother cherishes the ease of access and the feel of his firm, pale flesh. Slapping his slender, hard cock and receiving a high-pitched howl for his efforts, he rises onto his knees and permits Jakotsu the limited freedom of movement he needs to spread his legs and hoist them onto his brother’s strong shoulders.

Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters

Hungry for the pain of the merciless dry fuck he expects, Jakotsu holds his breath and watches Bankotsu stroke himself to rigid perfection. No one but big brother fucks Jakotsu, and the rest of the Band makes sport of their relationship.

Never cared for what they say

Instead of the fuck, Jakotsu smiles with delighted surprised when Bankotsu reaches a hand up to wipe across his bloodied chest, then brings it down to coat his cock. The mating dances of others are so pale and pointless next to big brother’s love.

Never cared for games they play
Never cared for what they do

“Big brother is so generous,” Jakotsu titters, knowing blood is worthless as a lubricant but lovely as a decoration for Bankotsu’s huge shaft. “Big brother is so beautiful,” he effuses as he feels the wet cockhead pressed to his tight entrance.

Never cared for what they know

He speaks loudly enough to wake the five others, sleeping across the cold campfire. Let them be reminded that he is Bankotsu’s favorite, that he alone receives such precious misuse.

And I know

“I know,” Bankotsu growls, and thrusts home. Jakotsu screams with delight and abandons himself to big brother’s fuck: nothing else matters.

So close no matter how far
Couldn’t be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
No nothing else matters