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.

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