Jin did see it coming, but while he spun around after the initial contact, he made no move to fend off the assault. In an instant, the tip of Mugen's sword was touching him, the blade's shiny, pointed end braced against the curve of his neck. Mugen kept his distance, however, not standing near enough for Jin to grab at him. If he had wanted to.

Both stood their ground; Jin's slightest movement was to clutch at the loose bundle of branches in his arm. The woods remained silent all the while that, the two times he blinked, Jin thought he could hear the rapid closing and opening of his eyes. When he finally looked away from the leaves and slid his gaze up to Mugen's, Mugen bristled and scraped his wooden sandal against the gritty soil. He still didn't move his sword an inch.

Then finally Mugen said something, and his words sounded as defensive as his stance appeared to be offensive. "Can't seduce me that easily, uh-uh."

Jin had not heard a more obtuse claim/accusation out of Mugen, but he could see where this was coming from -- and leading to -- when his eyes happened to drop to Mugen's crotch. On impulse, he thought he felt the beginning of heat. However, "I was not," Jin merely came back. He found that it did not matter whether or not Mugen would believe that, in any case.

"The hell you weren't," Mugen shot back, and a smirk flickered across his face. It seemed off-kilter, however, if that should be seriousness hardening his eyes. Nonetheless, he yanked his sword down and away now.

Apparently, that did not mean Mugen was through with Jin, for he then stepped a foot back and began to regard him up and down with just a bit of intrusiveness. Mugen's eyes poked through every fold and gather of Jin's clothes, as though there lay something out of grasp, while his free hand kneaded the shoulder of his opposite arm.

Mugen met Jin's gaze again when he spoke again. "So you're homo, aren't ya." He sounded furious, yet quite not.

Still Jin chose to take that as a question rather than a determination, even though things could only be fairly clear to a half-wit after what had happened between them the night before. He replied with a question of his own. "As you?"

"The hell -- me?" Mugen sniffed. "I'm not homo. ...But, I don't... guess I don't mind doing that homo thing again's long as I'm horny and no one else's around to fuck. Ya know. I hell wouldn't want us fucking everyday, though. Not like that. Like I told you, I'm no homo. But yeah. I need ta get off right now and obviously ya're the only one here with me--"

"Then perhaps you should be undressing now," Jin cut off Mugen's sputtering, "before she finds we're taking too long and follows us." He set his branches down -- he had forgotten about them for a bit, somehow -- on top of the shrub from which he had snapped them off earlier.

It seemed this set Mugen going, as he stuck his sword downward in the same shrub and began to shrug his arms off his red shirt. Right away, he was left with nothing on but his drab, unclean shirt and his blue earrings. The eagerness hardly surprised Jin, as did Mugen's next remark. "And she'll see us? -- what the hell're ya talking about, that's not a crap idea. Huh."

At the moment, at least, Jin had neither enough interest nor purpose to indulge any such scenario, and so he proceeded to join Mugen in his half-nakedness by, first, pulling off his swords and slipping his fingers through the stiff knot of the strap around his waist.

Apparently, Jin's lack of response only served to widen the smirk Mugen was flashing him. "I bet ya got even slimier thoughts 'bout her, filthy bastard."

The smile that passed his lips was, Jin supposed, sardonic at best. "You're forgetting I'm homo."

Mugen looked about to burst into a cackle, but he stopped before he could, perhaps realizing at the last moment that he'd only be laughing at his own expense. Instead, he jerked his head eastward where they had come from. "Well anyways she's stupid to make us get firewood," he rattled off. "We could just split and never come back. Stupid ass."

Jin glanced in the same direction and folded his pants he'd just taken off lengthwise. "Yes. She is rather stupid to trust you."

"Ch'."

Then, the woods were silent again but for the faint rustling of Jin's robe and the bark of the tree snagging at Mugen's shirt as Jin made his first thrusts into him.

+

Fuu was out of the abandoned shack just minutes after Mugen and Jin had gone. She had had hunches before, but this one she'd kill to be proven wrong. That if anything, it was nothing more than her own dumb eyes deceiving her when she caught Jin and Mugen trade looks before stepping out the door.

Shaking off any more thoughts, Fuu took the single pathway that snaked into the woods.

+

Mugen eyed the spread of their clothes and swords over the shrubs and figured what if someone just leapt out from the trees and attempted to stab them right there. Just the thought made him want to piss himself laughing.

"You're tryin' to get me killed, aren't ya," he snorted into Jin's hair, "sneaky bitch," and seized tighter hold of the robe over Jin's shoulders.

Jin said something under his breath, or he could've just moaned or muttered or grunted -- whatever; anyway, Mugen could barely figure out anything else by that point the harder Jin pressed his hands down on his hips and the faster Jin moved against his body and the deeper Jin shoved his cock into him. He had the presence of mind, though, to slide his leg up from below Jin's hip when it slipped off from his wriggling and twisting and grinding. Some pain was nagging at him somewhere, maybe from the tree bark chafing up and down his lower back, but Mugen wasn't going to bitch about it anyhow.

In the pleasurable haze of hotness and sweat, somewhere in the back of his mind popped up the drunken words of some pirate he'd met in a random plunder. Hell I ain't gonna wanna get fuckt up the butt 'cos hell, men, I mite just goddang looove it!.

'Fucking pirates know every goddamn thing,' Mugen huffed to himself.

But he still didn't know where to start with the million things his hands hungered to do all at once. One second he had them gripping Jin's collarbones, the next he was clawing down Jin's back, then he was driving his fists into Jin's shoulders, but in the end he settled with how he'd started, one hand closed tight around his cock, rubbing it and beating it almost, and the other hand muffling the noises out of his mouth, teeth digging into the abused bones of his knuckles. Jin was making noises himself, just they're more contained of course, and that, probably more than anything else Jin was doing to him, made Mugen come sooner than he'd have fancied. Even then, Mugen was still coming by the time Jin did a little later -- or he probably just came again immediately after.

Coming twice in a matter of minutes. Mugen grazed his hand down his shirt and smirked. No goddamn wonder he was drenched.

Jin sank to his knees and, panting, they slumped down together to the ground, Mugen scrunched against him. Mugen didn't move away from Jin's lap or unwind his legs around Jin's waist if just because Jin's cock was still deep within the sticky heat of his ass and it didn't bother him ultimately. Mugen started to prop his elbow on Jin's shoulder but his head drooped to lean on it instead. The woods turned dead silent again that Mugen thought he could count Jin's heartbeat over their heavy breathing.

With his nose, Mugen tried to push aside Jin's robe, but when he got impatient with his own sloppiness he just gave the blue cloth a swift tug. It slipped from the straight bony line of Jin's shoulders down to coil around his sharp elbows. Mugen's hands roved about, fingers stretching, palms pressing, nails scraping, and he found it funny how they looked like soot against Jin's chest. It was like touching ivory or white silk it was ridiculous.

"The sun make you cry or something?" Mugen scoffed, lifting his head to face Jin.

When he did so, Jin had just put his glasses back on and was fixing him with a stare. Mugen's teeth clicked. He didn't like the way Jin looked at him, how those thin quiet eyes made him feel. Like some trapped animal or something. And desperate. Especially after Jin had just --

"What," Mugen scowled, "are we suppose'ta kiss like homos now?"

"Of course not," Jin said, dry like always -- but something about the way he spoke, this time, made Mugen's thigh twitch and shiver against Jin's hip.

When Jin's eyes flicked down to Mugen's thigh in reaction, Mugen made a grab for Jin's ponytail and tilted his face at an angle to seize his mouth with his own mouth.

Their lips met with more force than passion, at least at first, and since they'd hardly caught their breath completely they had to suck in more air between licking, tasting, and biting. Mugen supposed, after much resistance and plenty of mess the night before, that locking lips with Jin wasn't any worse than lapping at his belly or sucking his big toe, and as a matter of fact he could feel his dick -- and Jin's dick -- getting hard all over again. Jin wasn't half-bad at all at kissing that Mugen could just eat his mouth out. Maybe later Jin could suck him off, too.

Later. Of course there'd be a later. Mugen wasn't homo, shit hell no, but goddamn if he wouldn't fuck Jin again later.

+

From where she could hardly be made out amidst the twigs and leaves, Fuu stood by a tree and watched Jin and Mugen.

By the time Mugen made to put his sword down eventually, Fuu was shaking her head at them, perhaps at herself as well, and turning to head back to the cold shack -- which would be warm upon her companions' return. There never was anything to worry about. Jin and Mugen intended to stay.

END