wonder_wombat (wonder_wombat) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-11-13 01:07:00 |
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Samurai Champloo - Shot in the Dark
Title: Shot in the Dark
Author: wonder_wombat
Word Count: 480 words - just a little scene
Fandom: Samurai Champloo
Pairing: Mugen --> Jin
Prompt: Cross dressing; Jin is almost a woman, so there is in shame in it.
Rating: NC-17/R
Author's Notes: Sorry this is late! Crazy time of year for me, applying for grad school, finishing senior year, all that fun stuff. Hope whoever requested this enjoys it ^_^; I've been out of the fan fic game for a while.
Jin looked like a woman. Mugen grumbled and rolled onto his back; he glanced to the left, the samurai was sleeping. At least he looked like he was sleeping. Even if he wasn't sleeping, he definitely looked like a woman. Mugen hadn't seen it happen, but apparently Jin's hair wasn't in a perma-ponytail. Whatever it was they called that damn tail on their heads. It was down now, like a black puddle in the grass.
Fuu said he dressed like a woman to get in that brothel with the stupid kid. What an idiot. I would've paid to see that shit, he mused, chuckling. What the fuck man, I wouldn't be caught dead looking like that. Maybe he is a fruit. All that shudo crap.
He looked at Jin again, then rolled onto his right side. Man he was hard up... what a fucking bastard. All that fighting and no follow through. Mugen grabbed between his legs, adjusting his half-hard cock. He wondered what Jin looked like. As a woman. Mugen closed his eyes. He was skinny, probably looked pretty hot all tied up in a kimono. Heh... tied up. That'd be hot too. If he was a woman. He sighed and thumbed a bit of precum from the tip, imagining the fine features all painted up. Glasses? No... no glasses. Wait, yeah. On a woman it'd look kind of vulnerable. Weak. And all that hair... up? Or down? Up, Mugen decided. Up so I can take it down. He could just imagine yanking it free, bending Jin in half backwards to devour his mouth.
Mugen clenched his jaw and tugged a little harder while he stroked himself, heart pounding out of his chest. He swallowed, panted, didn't want to choke on it.
The kimono all undone, tied up with the damn obi... No, fallen on the ground, kimono pushed up, parted like a flower.. pried open.
"Uugh fuck," he groaned and pushed his face against the balled-up cloth he'd stuck beneath his head. Half twisting his body, he imagined Jin's eyes shut, mouth open, and pale skin flushed. He imagined his own sun-darkened skin, how it would look, his hands clutching Jin's pale wrists. Holding them down.
Mugen's body lurched and he sighed, feeling the warm wetness on his hand, sticky as it spilled to the ground. He imagined Jin, panting like him, half curled up... maybe a little smile on his face. It was hard to picture, he couldn't recall ever really seeing the samurai smile. Mugen rolled onto his back and stared up at the stars while his body calmed back down, quieting. His skin tingled, prickled, and he glanced to the left again. Jin's eyes were open, and on him.
"What are you looking at? Homo." Mugen rolled his eyes, then shut them. Whatever, there was no shame in it. Jin was almost a woman anyway.