Battle
Sakura
by Laura Bryannan
The pit sailed
through the air, landing to join its comrades on the ronin's body.
Mugen's aim was flawless.
They were flopped about the tree,
sleepy and happy after their first full meal in days—luscious,
ripe cherries—all they could eat! Jin and Fuu had long since
finished, but the pirate was still busy filling his hollow leg.
Jin, stretched out on his back, refused to open his eyes or
respond in any manner as the cherry pits landed one by one on his
chest and stomach. The pile was quite impressive at this point, even
though Mugen was some feet away. The air was filled with the softs
sounds of birds singing, buzzing insects and
Ptui...thud
Fuu
suppressed a giggle, certain Jin would arise at any moment and take
his vengeance. But he did not, even though she was sure he wasn't
really sleeping. When no entertainment was forthcoming, she sighed
inwardly. Jin was no fun at all.
Mugen decided the same.
Fucker. His full stomach felt satisfied, the day was warm and the
cicadas were lulling him to sleep. He gave up the fight, feeling
frustrated, but too lazy to continue for the moment. Maybe after his
nap he'd come up with a better plan.
Thus is was that neither
companion noticed Jin sit up and gather the offensive items. He
walked over to the snoring pain in the ass and pulled the waistband
of his shorts away from his tanned belly. Depositing the pile of
sticky, wet, cherry stones in a choice place, he patted them tenderly
to insure they were all safely nestled in their new home.
Jin
fell asleep with a smile on his face. He was startled awake, much
later, by a shriek of laughter. Fuu was doubled over, giggling
uncontrollably, and he could hear Mugen growling and swearing up a
storm somewhere behind him. He steeled his expression and turned to
the pirate.
Like so many burrs on a sheepdog, Mugen's pubic
hair was decorated with nettles of his own creation. The sticky
cherry pits had dried, clinging, unwilling to let go of their new
lover. His pants were at shamelessly at his feet as he picked each
pit off, dancing in pain at each pluck and cursing all the while.
Jin burst out laughing. Mugen's pubic hair was rather long
and bushy, so the way the things dangled and swayed as he hopped
about...god, it was too hilarious! He couldn't remember when he'd
laughed so hard. It felt wonderful.
“Oh my!”
giggled Fuu, trying to catch her breath. “I'm gonna pee
myself.”
“Shut up, it ain't funny!” came
the reply. “Ow! Shit! Jin, I'm gonna totally kick your ass for
this....ow, ow, ow!”
Down to the last few and so
focused on his task, Mugen didn't notice the body standing before him
until one strong hand grabbed his hair and another encircled his
waist.
“Oh yeah?” challenged Jin, pulling Mugen's
hips into his. Mugen responded immediately, melting his body into his
lover's and grinding himself in just the right way.
“Yeah.”
The kiss went on for a while, and Fuu enjoyed watching it, as she
usually did. But sometimes enough was enough. She didn't feel like
spending the afternoon under the tree waiting for them, as there was
a town not too far along the road, which meant bath and
food.
Gathering a handful of cherries, she began to pelt them
both.
“Oh, for god's sake, give it a rest, will ya?”
They broke their kiss and turned to her, then back to each
other. Some wordless communication passed between them, and a
decision made. They smiled and returned their gaze to her, looking
hungry, Fuu nervously noted.
She realized too late that it's
not wise to draw attention to oneself, especially when two horny,
half-naked men are involved.
end