Too Much

Title: TOO MUCH
Author: Samurai Champloo (c) geneon.
Summary: I was bored and a little drunk off Gekkeikan Sake. This was the result...Takes place any time after episode # 8, but before episode #11.
Rating: R, yaoi/lemon/shonen-ai/language
Pairing(s): Mugen/Jin
Feedback: desired.
Characters: Usual SC cast.
Disclaimer: ...I think we all know I don\'t own any of the characters.

7/8/05, 5:15PM, FRI.

\"Damnit where the fuck is everyone?!\" The tan one scratched his head in confusion.

He stood in the middle of an empty room at the Inn the trio were staying at.
Fu was walking around town, asking about the samurai who smells of sunflowers. The Ryu-kyuian figured this much...It was someone else who bothered him, actually.

Jin.
The quiet, conserved ronin.

//You\'d think he\'d be here, all meditating or some shit...//
Mugen sighed in frustration, walking out of the room.

- - - - -

As Mugen walked, he tried to think of a reason as to why he was looking for the man in question. He assumed he\'d tell him some bullshit story about Fu wanting him. Truth be told, the tan one didn\'t know why either. Only that he had been on the road waaay too long, and certain needs were arising.

Fu was beautiful in her own way, but Mugen didn\'t want her. Or any of the numerous women he encountered. It seemed ever since that fateful day he saw Jin bathing, the swordsman had a one track mind.
//He\'s clueless about it...//
Mugen\'s mind ran quickly through many possibilities; stopping on one of Jin glaring at him, sword drawn.
//Shit...Like he\'d ever agree to it, he\'s got that stick so far up his ass there\'s no room for me.//

A wicked smile passed the tan lips.
//Never know until you try...//

- - - - -

//I don\'t care anymore.//
Jin pulled his knees to his chest, resting his head between them.
//I should just off myself now and save everyone the trouble...//
His lidded eyes drifted to the pair of swords laying next to him.

Emotions have a strange way of peaking up when least expected. Since the time the ronin had left the Mujushin-ken school, he had held all feelings down deep inside. It was his own doing, and no one else\'s problem. Today however, old feelings crept up making him feel like there was no escape. Pain, guilt, betrayal, and a million other feelings took over his once calm psyche.

The only relief he could find in sight was wrapped in string, about half full sitting to his other side.

During the hustle at the pawn shop, he had managed to keep some money to himself. He felt a little guilty for keeping it from the others, but he assumed they had stashes as well. After Fu went out he left; buying the biggest, strongest bottle of sake he could afford.

Cheeks tinted in pink, he stared vacantly at the dancing grasses. He could feel he was drunk, maybe a little more, but that didn\'t matter. They were staying at the Inn for a few days and he could afford to stay out as long as he wanted. The spot he had chosen was a secluded field about a mile from town.
//I could kill myself here and no one would find me for days...//

His mind came to an image of a crying Fu and pissed off Mugen.
//Like they\'d care anyway...//
Lowering a shaky hand to the large bottle he took another long swig, feeling it burn all the way down.
//I don\'t want to think, I don\'t want to feel...//

Without his permission, silvery tears began to silently trail his heated face.
//Stop that you pathetic dog!//

No matter how much he swallowed of the bitter liquid, the feeling of no escape continued to tail him. Knowing there was nothing he could do; he gave in and cried in loud sobs, hating himself all the more.

Unknowingly being watched from afar.

- - - - -

//What the hell?!//
Mugen was hiding in the tall grasses about 20 or so feet away. He was amazed the ronin couldn\'t sense him, and even more amazed at what he saw.
//Is he crying? No, Jin wouldn\'t do that, he\'s too much of a hard-ass.//

Tan features began to smile as his eyes undressed the pale one. He could make out the outline of the small back, that long ponytail the Ryu-kyuian dreamed of messing up.
//I\'m making my move, now or never...//

- - - - -

//I don\'t know what to do anymore! How can I keep going on like this?!//
Jin felt about to vomit, not sure if it was from the alcohol or his nerves. He lay back on the grass, the entire world began to spin from the sudden change of position. Opening his eyes, he almost jumped at the sight of two tattooed legs.

\"Mugen?!\" He sat up immediately, trying to appear composed.

\"Laying in the middle of a strange field at night isn\'t a good thing, you know?\" The eyes of a wild dog stared back.

\"My apologies. I did not realize how late it had become.\" Onyx eyes drifted to the ground.

The Ryu-kyuian seen the still wet cheeks and puffy eyes. \"You got some sort of problem or something?\" He also noticed the nearly empty sake bottle. \"No way, are you drinking out here?\"
//Where\'d you get money huh?//

\"It\'s none of your concern....\"

\"Maybe I\'m making it my concern.\" Mugen sat, across from Jin on the ground.

\"Please, I do not beg, but I beg you to leave me alone.\"
//I do not want to fight right now, but then again, maybe he will kill me. He hates me, he should be happy to do it.//

\"You don\'t beg but you just did. You\'re too fucking complicated sometimes. Anyway, Fu was worried. She sent me to look for you.\"

\"Sorry...\"

\"Jin, why were you crying?\" Mugen was dead serious. He tried to tell himself it was because he wanted to fuck the ronin, but another feeling was mixed in.

Jin made a horrified face, wiping his eyes quickly. \"Don\'tworryaboutit...If you came here to fight, know that I am morethanready.\"

Mugen picked up on more than one slur in that sentence. \"Are you drunk? You smell like a hooker...\" He smiled.

\"I\'vehada little too much to drink, yes.\"
//Smell like a hooker?//

\"So you\'re hiding from everyone, getting drunk, and crying. You say nothings wrong.\" A split brow raised.

Liquor had his defenses down and a small laugh escaped. \"When you say it like that...\"

The Ryu-kyuian felt his heart pound wildly, never had he seen the ronin laugh before. It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.
//Interesting.//
\"Feel like talking?\"
//Can\'t believe I said that!//

Jin shook his head no. Talking seemed too much effort at the moment. Honestly; all he wanted to do was cry, scream, and knock himself out somehow. It felt like his body was a jar, and his emotions were filling it over capacity. There was no way for the overflow to escape. Chanting, meditation, training...none of it worked.
//You\'re going to lose your mind...//
His stomach churned again.

Mugen could see the tension of the other man a mile away in the rain. This gave him an idea...
Taking a chance that the alcohol may let down some of his guard, the tan one shifted to sitting close behind the ronin.

\"What are you-?\"

\"Relax. Ya look like you\'re about to snap...\" Mugen took his slender hands and began rubbing the pale ones shoulders.

Jin\'s mind momentarily told him to kill Mugen, but his hands were taking the edge off his suffering. No one was around, so he decided to allow it. \"Thank you.\" He said in a small voice, shutting his eyes.
//Why is he acting like he cares?//

Mugen took a breath. Even if it was over clothing, he was still touching the body that haunted his thoughts for weeks. The nimble shoulders were wracked with tension, even the hardest kneading didn\'t seem to be helping much.
\"You are way too tense...Ya need to get laid or something.\"

Jin froze.
\"What?\"

Mugen froze at the reaction.
\"Nothing, I mean...You look like you need a little release. Always helps me.\"
//Please say I didn\'t scare him off yet!//

\"Oh...\"
//Sex never entered my mind. Would it really help?//

\"You probably go for classy bitches, right? With their hair all done up traditional style.\" Mugen continued his massaging.

Jin laughed again. \"No.\"

\"Eh? Then what?\"

He sighed, opening his eyes to stare blankly.
\"Idon\'tknow...I\'ve never been with anyone before.\"

\"What?!\" Mugen let go, moving around to face the slightly suprised, very drunk ronin.

\"It\'snotlike I had free time oranything...\"
//Or an interest in women, but he doesn\'t need more dirt on you.//

\"Then fuck, I\'m amazed you haven\'t flipped out by now! Two months almost and I\'m like a dog in heat. You must be wound up tighter than that bottle.\"

Jin felt himself blush, not from the alcohol either. Mugen was correct.
//Is that why I feel this way?!//

\"You know...We could help each other out...If you\'re into that sorta thing...\" Mugen tried to remain calm, but was ready to block whatever sword thrust was coming.

Jin stared, mouth open a little. \"Youmean us? Together?\"

Mugen laughed at the chaste response. \"No, you and the tree, me and the field. Of course us!\"

\"Fine then, let\'s get started.\" Jin swallowed hard. He had no idea what he was doing or getting himself into.
//Does Mugen like guys too?//

\"You won\'t be disappointed. I\'ve got a pretty good record when it comes to this sorta thing. You\'re in good hands...\" Mugen immediately leaned over and crushed the ronin to him, kissing the shocked lips.

Tiny sparks of electric shot down Jin\'s spine, and a small moan forced its way out. No one could know how many late nights the pale one had fantasized about being with the Ryu-kyuian. About him smiling in that cocky way, mouth trailing down farther and farther...

Mugen took advantage of the situation and slid his eager tongue into the wet cavern. It was hot and tasted too much like sake. He smiled into the kiss, feeling Jin remain as still as a stone Buddha
//This is definitely his first kiss...//
The tan one ran his fingers up the slender neck, and undid the ponytail. Pulling back from the kiss to see the shiny locks frame the pale face.
\"You look so different with your hair down.\"

\"Uh huh.\" Jin was lost in the untamable eyes.

They seemed to peer deep into his soul and burn him alive with new sensations. It felt like an eternity before he felt Mugen\'s bruising kiss again. This time the tan one suckled slowly on the ronin\'s tongue.

//Gods!//
\"Mmmpp..\"

//I can\'t take this slow shit...It\'s been too long!//
Mugen used a a little more force and pressed Jin onto his back, crawling on top of him.
\"Here\'s the deal...I suck you off, and you do me, ne? No passing out or falling asleep shit, all right?\"

\"H-hai...\"
//He\'s going to do that?! I thought he wanted to...//

Mugen shifted positions to hovering over Jin\'s stomach. Quickly untying his hakama belt and pulling the blue material down. Jin couldn\'t help but feel embarrassed about his current situation. If anyone seen them...

Then his mind disappeared into a second of blinding light.

\"Ahhh...\" He yelped, as Mugen took most of him into a more than willing mouth. \"M-mugen, what...\"

The swordsman only increased his tongue spinning, loving the way the ronin said his name.

Jin closed his eyes, sighing deeply. He was certain this was the most calm and serene yet intensely furious feeling he had ever felt. It made his whole soul explode over and over again into puddles of rippling water. Constantly rocking with the flow of the tan ones mouth. It was a million times more amazing than any fantasy he had dreamed of.

He lay back farther on the grass, body beginning to feel more like rocking water too as Mugen began kneading his balls.
\"Mugen...\" His breath came out in the form of the mans name as he shifted under the embrace.

//Good, he\'s still alive...//
The Ryu-kyuian laughed mentally. For a few moments there Jin had become still, not even twitching.
Mugen smiled and began to hum softly, increasing the stimulation.

\"Mugen!\" Jin reached his hand down to grab the rough hair tightly. He felt like he was dying, his soul was on fire, something was building up, and then...

\"Mugen-san, uhnn, ari-arigatou...g-goza...\" The rest of his sentence faded into a whisper, while he came fast and hot into the still teasing mouth.

Knowing this was the most calm he had ever witnessed the ronin, Mugen continued to lick softly, cleaning up what evidence remained of the man\'s years of pent up tension. Each bad thought, each moment of self loathing was flowing freely from him, as a deep seeded peace overtook it\'s place. Even if only for a few seconds.

\"Okay, my turn...\" Mugen sat up wiping his mouth, turning to look at his would be lover.

\"Uh...yeah..\" Jin closed his eyes, trying to regain some coherent thought.

\"Don\'t worry, won\'t take much...Hell, I\'ve been stalking you for days...Fu doesn\'t even know where we\'re at.\" The tan hands worked quickly to free himself of his black shorts. \"You\'ll have to come over here for this.\" He motioned towards his now visible, aching erection.

Jin gasped slightly as he sat up. As much as he had imagined Mugen going down on him, the idea of doing it himself was more exciting somehow. Timidly, he crawled over, feeling Mugen\'s hand guide his head into position.

\"Just do what feels right...I\'m not picky.\" He managed a small laugh, but was practically crazy with need.

\"All right...\" Jin felt very nervous and very turned on, as he let his tongue dip down and touch the tip.
//It\'s salty...//

\"Shit...Please use your whole mouth...I\'m fuckin\' dying here.\" Mugen twitched his leg, whimpering.

\"If you\'re going to beg...\" Jin smiled a little as he slid a small amount of Mugen into his mouth.

\"Ohh, that\'s it...\" Mugen closed his eyes, falling back onto his elbows. Face hinted in rose.

//He\'s so large...//
The ronin mentally remarked, following the swordsman\'s rocking hips with his bobbing.

\"Keep going....uhh..\" He held his hand on Jin\'s head, guiding the unsure samurai more.

Jin gagged a little but recovered quickly. Mugen was beginning to tense up and he knew he must be feeling that same blissful moment.
//For freeing me I shall free you.//
He reached his hand up to coddle the sac, as Mugen had done to him.

\"Oh fuck...Jin...\" Mugen sighed, arching his back.

His voice caught in his throat as he began to cum. Jin was a little startled by the sudden eruption and jumped back, only to be shot in the face by the sporadic liquid.

\"Mugen!\" He yelped, shutting his eyes, pulling back.

\"Huh?\" He opened a heavy eyelid to see his seed all over the ronin\'s face and hair. \"Oh shit...\" Guilt began to chase the end of his orgasmic fall to earth. Mugen sat up quickly, removing and offering Jin his white shirt.

\"It was my fault, I pulled back...\" Jin said almost humorously, wiping his embarrassed face carefully.

\"No, I wasn\'t thinking...We should clean up in the river a little before we go back...\"

\"In a little while, I\'m fine for now.\" He handed the stained shirt back to it\'s owner, replacing his glasses.

\"Yeah me too...\" Tan legs squirmed into his shorts.

The two lay on their backs, not touching, looking up at the sky.

\"You know, you should get drunk more often.\" Mugen laughed breaking the comfortable silence.

\"No, I should get you to do that with your mouth more often. Feeling what I did tonight, I may never need sake again.\"

\"Yeah, me either.\"

THE END

((Ahh, sake anyone? O_^ Domo!))