Simultaneous Spontaneity

Title: SIMULTANEOUS SPONTANEITY
Author: Samurai Champloo (c) geneon.
Summary: The mysterious monk decides Jin is working too hard on dojo chores. Mugen and Shoryu meet up accidentally a short while after their first encounter.
Rating: R, yaoi/lemon/Language/SM/Bondage/Dom/Spank
Pairing(s): Monk/Jin, Shoryu/Mugen
Feedback: desired.
Characters: Usual SC cast from episode #10.
Author’s Notes:
((Hope it flows as well in written form as it does in my head, heh. ^_^U Obviously major episode #10 spoilers, but it comes on tonight so it should be okay. Enjoy!))
Disclaimer: ...I think we all know I don\'t own any of the characters.

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\"Thanks again for letting us stay.\" Fu smiled, attempting to fix the paper doors.

\"It is nice to have some help around here for a while.\" The bald monk, with smiling eyes bowed to her.

A little ways up the road, the starving trio ran into a mysterious monk. He was asking for donations when Jin revealed the three had no money. Almost instantly the monk agreed to take them in, if they would pitch in around the temple.

//Like I\'d leave THAT out in the cold...//
The monk shifted his eyes to the pale ronin, scrubbing the floors.

As soon as the former dojo master laid eyes on the slender samurai, he knew he couldn\'t resist the temptation set before him.
//The way his graceful legs arch his back end high up as he does the floors. He\'s definitely been involved with dojo work before...//

The girl in pink was still talking, that snapped the monk out of his trance.
\"Yes, that\'s just fine, keep going like that.\" He smiled before going inside to check on the other one.

- - - - -

//What\'s with all these damn chores anyway?!//
\"Bald son-of-a-\"

\"Mugen!\" Fu slapped a hand over his angry mouth.

Somehow in the shuffle after the monk left, Mugen ended up knocking the large Buddha statue over and through even more of the paper walls.

Outside, Jin looked up from his scrubbing annoyed, as the statue narrowly missed him.
//Could they be more destructive?!//
Sighing, the pale one continued on, knowing he would probably end up fixing that too.

- - - - -

Fu had returned with more paper to fix the doors. Upon coming back she informed every one of a so called \'Street Killer\', who had a somewhat large bounty on his head. Immediately Mugen jumped to his feet, relishing the chance to get away from this place.

\"Hold on, I\'m coming too! Jin finish this stuff for us...\" She called out briefly before catching up with the Ryu-kyu native.

\"Wait...\" Jin turned to protest but they were all ready gone. \"Yari, yari...\" He hung his head low, continuing carving the wood for the door panels.

- - - - -

The girl and erratic swordsman had been asking around town all day. Mugen decided that he would find the guy on his own time, leaving Fu to wander on her own. While walking aimlessly he seen a small group of men rushing past him.

\"Monster! That guys a monster!!\" One of the bloody, terrified men ran by; just missing Mugen.

His eyes quickly noticed a form in black crossing the blood stained bridge.

//Cool...//

- - - - -

Warm eyes smiled as the older man watched the ronin. As elegant as he had seemed all day, now he appeared to be out of his element. Splitting the wood in sporadic chops; his aim was perfect, maneuvering such a heavy ax was the problem.

Not that the warrior gazing upon him cared. He enjoyed greatly the way the pale face would frown as he swung. The focus and intensity of that gaze gave the monk chills.
//He\'s so lovely when determined to do something.//

\"That should be enough for today, I think.\" The monk spoke walking into view, startling the ronin somewhat.

\"All right, I\'ll finish up here then...\" Jin\'s voice was flat, reflecting his fatigue.

\"Would you help me prepare dinner? I doubt your friends will be back any time soon.\"

\"As you wish.\" The ronin nodded and followed the stocky man inside.

- - - - -

\"Sake...\" Mugen sighed slapping down a way too little amount of money.

\"Eh, what the hell...\" The bar keep poured the strange one a glass anyway.

As the bar keep continued to talk to Mugen, the swordsman was content on not listening.

\"More...\" He tilted the empty glass.

\"I\'m sorry sir...\"

\"Here, allow me...\" The figure in black sitting next to him spoke. \"I have had too much it would seem, you may take it.\" He held the pot out, dropping it \'accidentally\'.

Mugen quickly caught it before it hit the ground, drinking straight from the jug.

\"I\'m sorry, how clumsy of me.\" The form smiled lightly.
//He\'s very exotic...//

The two continued to talk about the \'Street Killer\', Mugen eventually following the man outside. Walking over the still blood stained bridge, Mugen knew in his soul this man was the guy he was looking for.

As the two turned to part ways Mugen drew his sword to the man.
\"You\'re him, aren\'t you?...\" A smile hinted his words.

The battle was quick. Mugen felt completely overwhelmed, and for the first time, scared. The man in black took a final stroke, Mugen having to lean back almost to the ground to dodge it. His eyes opened wide as he shook, waiting for the man\'s next move.

\"I\'m impressed you were able to dodge that...\"
//So flexible...//

Frightened eyes quickly turned to a death glare as the sound of a police whistle broke their silence. Mugen stood up shakily as the man withdrew his blade.

\"Meet me here again on the night of the next full moon. We\'ll finish this...\" In seconds the form was gone.

\"Ahh...\" The tan one gasped in pain, looking down at his sore palms.

Both hands had deep gashes on them from the impact on his sword.

\"What the fuck?...\"

- - - - -

\"Oh it is so hot in here. Whenever using oil the heat stays in this room, don\'t you think?\"

\"This is the first time I\'ve experienced it, I really cannot say.\"

\"I think I\'ll remove my gi...\" The monk sighed, quickly loosing the article of clothing.

He revealed a very toned abdomen, and chiseled arms. The body of someone who was once a great warrior. Although he tried not to, the ronin could not deny a small glance. He tried to keep his assumptions of the mans intentions hidden from thought.

\"Don\'t burn yourself.\" Jin said, turing back to slicing the eggplant\'s.

\"Heh, wouldn\'t be the first time. What about you, wouldn\'t you be more comfortable without your top?\"

\"I\'m more comfortable like this, thank you.\" Pale features tensed as he swallowed hard.

\"Suit yourself.\" The monk busied himself with frying the tempura pieces. \"You seem to know your way around this place, have you ever lived in a dojo?\"

Jin felt cold sweat begin again. \"Yes. I\'d rather not speak of that though.\"

\"Granted. I only ask because you seemed to be most efficient. I\'m sure you made your master very proud.\"

\"Please.\" Jin sat the knife down. \"I wish to leave now. I\'m sorry.\" He turned toward the exit.

\"Wait. Forgive me, I did not mean to upset you...don\'t leave. It is so lonely here, you are the first I\'ve spoke with in years...Please?\"

Jin wasn\'t sure what about the man\'s voice prompted him to stay, but he quietly went back to the vegetables. Keeping his gaze low and focused on his hands.

\"Your girlfriend said she wanted to stay here a few days, to regroup.\"

\"If you\'re referring to Fu, she is not my woman. I am in debt to her, as is Mugen. Our relationship is nothing more than business.\"

\"Oh, I see. Forgive me again.\"
//Wonderful news...//

\"These are finished.\" The ronin turned to offer the plate.

The strange monk took it, placing his hands over top of Jin\'s. Staring in a very suggestive manner.

\"Time to go...\" He released the plate into the mans hands and almost ran for the door. He would have made it if a tight hand wasn\'t holding his sleeve.

\"You are much too jumpy...Do you not find me attractive at all? Is it the bald thing?\"

Jin bit his tongue. \"It\'s everything...release me.\"

\"I can see it in your eyes, you want this more than you know.\"

\"You\'re insane monk. Let me go.\" Jin pulled at his sleeve to no avail. The mans grip was like steel.

\"So stubborn, that you are.\" The monk swifted in with surpassing speed and placed his lips to the pale ones.

Jin froze wanting to push the man away, but unable to move. Slowly the monk began swishing his tongue back and forth across the delicate flesh, sliding his leg firmly between the ronins.

A small gasp was all he needed to slip his eager tongue into the wet palace. Expecting the ronin to bite him he was cautious, but smiled as he was met with no resistance.
//Very nice...//

Millions of emotions were swirling inside the pale one, the most frequent being what are you doing? But the very amazing feeling of the mans skillful kiss was too much to resist. No matter what his mind and spirit told him.

The monk withdrew. \"Stay?\"

Jin nodded, not fully knowing why.

\"Very good. You\'ve worked too hard today anyway, allow me to help you relax.\" The hot mouth found a different spot this time, the samurai\'s ear.

Jin bit his lip to fight the sigh in his throat. The mans breath on his ear made his entire body want to scream. He felt tiny sparks dance up and down his spine, as the lips began nipping on the soft lobe.

\"You\'re so lovely...You wandered right up to me...\" The monks lips began tracing a trail across the defined collarbone, sliding the gi open a little at a time.

\"Hnhh...\" Jin whimpered as the monk began sucking slightly on his small nipple. Immediately biting down on his fist to keep silent.

\"You can make all the noise you want...\" The former master switched nipples, lingering a kiss to the middle of the blushing chest.

//No!//
His mind told him not to give into such a vulgar thing, but his body had no control over it, as another soft moan escaped.

\"Now...how about a little role playing, ne?\"

Jin bit his lip again, looking wary at the man smiling at him.

- - - - -

//What the hell was that?//
Mugen continued to walk the streets, dazed and looking at his hands. Never in his life had he felt so defenseless in a fight. He imagined it was how people usually felt when fighting him.
//How could this have happened?//
Nothing his mind could think of made sense. He had only reached a draw with Jin as well, but even on his best day Jin never overwhelmed him like that. The Ryu-kyuian was so drawn up in his own thought he didn\'t notice the person he slammed in to.

\"Fuck!\" He shouted as he used his bleeding hands to catch himself, the dirt road grinding into the wounds.

\"How foolish of m- It\'s you...\"
//The exotic one from the bridge.//

Mugen growled looking up, then froze. For some reason his body froze in fear, despite his mental screaming.

\"Don\'t worry. You and I shall face off on the designated night. You\'re of no true value in a fight right now.\" The man smiled awkwardly, as if it was the first time he did so.

Mugen snapped himself out of his shock and jumped to his feet, stumbling back a little. \"Fuck you, I\'ll kill you right now!\"

\"You can barely get on your feet...Why don\'t you come to my lodging, allow me to treat your wounds.\"

\"Say what now?\" Mugen raised an eyebrow.
//He can\'t be serious, this is a trap.//

\"I wish to battle you as much as you wish to do so with me. It is in my best interest that you recover. Follow me if you wish...\"

Mugen wasn\'t sure what about the man\'s voice drew him in, but he followed a good distance behind.

- - - - -

He wasn\'t sure when it happened, but somewhere between washing and wrapping his palms, the two began kissing. Shoryu making the first move. Any other time in his life Mugen would have gutted the man right there, but the fear he felt of the man mingled with the softness of his lips. He found himself unable to pull away from this lethal lunacy.

\"Maybe I can give you something more to remember me by...\" Shoryu stood, letting his tightly bound hair fall around his shoulders.

Mugen stared in complete confusion. His eyes shook as he watched the man slowly disrobe. The totally defined muscles were unlike anything the tan man had ever seen. It showed a dedication to physical training he could never know, and may never see again. Subconsciously he licked his lips, adverting his face harshly.

\"You are unlike anything I\'ve seen before in my traveling. I must say I am intrigued.\" The dark haired martial artist approached.

Before Mugen could say anything his lips were held captive by the other mans. Shoryu\'s lips kissed rough and soft at the same time, leaving the Ryu-kyuian breathless. He made a strangled peep as pale hands began removing his clothing.

\"I think it\'s clear tonight I was the alpha-male...You will serve me accordingly.\"

The swordsman wanted to scream fuck you, but a hand sliding down his shorts silenced him.

- - - - -

\"Oh!\" Jin yelped as the wooden board swatted his pale flesh again.

\"Such a bad little student! You need to learn some manners...\" The monk almost moaned himself as he spanked the ronin again.

Jin was on all fours with his wrists bound. When agreeing to role play with the other man, he never imagined this...Or that he would like it so much.

\"Again!\" He sighed loud, letting his hair fall messily around his face.

\"Ah, ah, ah. You don\'t get to make the demands. I\'m the master. Now, beg...\"

\"Please...\"

The monk brushed the thin plank over the hot pink flesh.

\"Please!\" Jin shouted.

As the board connected again, he knew he would regret this in the morning. The burning need between his legs however, let him know this act was not regrettable tonight.

- - - - -

\"Ahhh!\" Mugen gasped as the whip broke the flesh.

\"My apologies, I was a little over board with that one.\"

The Ryu-kyuian wanted to agree but moaned again softly instead. He was standing in the middle of a room, his hands tied over his head. The positioning was so he was leaning forward slightly, yet still having to stand on his own strength.

\"Soon your ass will resemble your palms if I\'m not careful.\" The smile became wicked as he snapped the short whip again.

Mugen tried not to yelp as it stung his backside mercilessly, but was unable to. It was intense and to him, anything that took his breath away was worth the pain.

\"You enjoying this?\" He forced his voice to work.

\"Very much. You\'re quite the uke, but we\'ve only just begun.\"

Mugen felt himself gasp again as the other mans hands wandered his hips and thigh.

- - - - -

\"Gods!\" Jin cried as the monk began thrusting.

\"So lovely...\" Smiling eyes closed in bliss as he started his journey to completion. \"Such a wonderful pupil...\"

\"Uhn...m-monk...\"

\"No, not monk. I\'m your master right now, remember that.\" The monks firm hand swatting the near raw flesh earned another moan.

\"M-master...\" Jin was completely lost in the overwhelming feeling of it all.

He had wondered a few times about taking a male lover, never imagining it would feel this intense. Plus the idea of being a pupil fucked by his master excited him a little more than he\'d like.
//Ecchi...//
What was left of his mind was against him.

\"Did you do all your chores?\" The monk made a thrust with every word.

\"Yes!\" The last one hit a spot deep inside the ronin that made him feel faint.

\"Good...After this, you...will...prepare my bath, yes?\" His climax was approaching.

\"Yes, y-your bath..uh...\"

A firm hand wrapping tightly around his weeping core made the ronin shiver. He knew he was dangerously close to the end, and couldn\'t find the will to hang on.

\"Master!\" He screamed loudly as he bust into the sliding hand, only making it glide more evenly.

The monk exhaled in what sounded like a hiss as he came deep inside the shivering body. A few more strokes for good measure and he fell ungracefully onto the pale one.

He recovered quickly, remembering the other mans hands were still bound. Pulling out, he heard Jin whimper again, as he tried to regain his breath.

\"Amazing performance.\" The monk smiled, easily unwrapping the bonds.

\"Yeah...\" Jin sat up stiffly, rubbing his wrists.

\"Now, how about that bath? Heh...\"

- - - - -

\"Son of a bitch!\" Mugen wailed as one of the man\'s deep thrusts sent his senses reeling.

\"No, you\'re the bitch...\" Shoryu bit his shoulder possessively as he barreled in and out of the tight orifice.

The ropes were making a soft thumping sound as they continued this dance. Mugen feeling like he would fall if not for the man\'s bruising grip on his hips.

\"Uh...\"There were no comebacks, no angry words...Just deep seeded pleasure filling up every molecule of his being.
//I can\'t believe I like this!//

\"I\'m so glad I didn\'t kill you yet, you\'re so deliciously tight, beggar.\"

\"F-fuck you...\" Mugen tried to defend himself.

\"No, I\'m fucking you...Bitch...\"

The feeling of the man calling him bitch, combined with the madness of his thrusts was enough to drive Mugen over the edge. He hated himself for it, but he liked it, he liked being the bitch right now.

\"Fuck...Harder then...\" He laughed a little, clenching his eyes as the man obliged.

\"You will learn to obey me, bitch.\"

\"Harder then...\"

Speech became non-existent, as did air after his last statement. All he could do was stare with his mouth open slightly.

\"Ohhh...\" He moaned against his will.

\"That\'s it, what did you say? Harder?\" Shoryu lifted the thin tan leg to get better leverage.

\"Fuck! No...\" He yelped as he was entered deeper still.

\"That\'s what I thought.\" Shoryu began his first, now seemingly slow, pace.

//I\'m going to die!//
Was the only coherent thought in the Ryu-kyuian\'s head. Each movement was like a thousand points of light blinding him.

\"Say it, tell me you\'re my bitch...\" Shoryu hurried his pace, feeling the end quickly approaching.

\"N-no...\" Mugen growled behind clenched teeth, feeling his own need about to deliver.

\"Now!\" Shoryu growled, lifting the other leg.

Mugen blinked a few times before realizing what happened. Shoryu had both his legs held up and he was lowered completely onto the other mans length.

\"Fuck, ahh...\" He began panting as the thrusts became too much to bear.

\"Say it!!\" He slapped the blood trickled flesh of the tan ass.

\"Bitch! I\'m your bitch!\" Mugen screamed dramatically as the man began digging his nails into the heated flesh.

Shoryu came with a growl, Mugen screaming out as the mans seed pushed him over the edge. He released the legs and Mugen slumped forward, string pulling tight around his writs.

Shoryu quickly put on his pants and released the withering man, who fell harshly to the ground.

\"I am going to prepare tea. You have five minutes to leave or you die, dog.\" Shoryu spat with a face of malice onto Mugen\'s back.

Shakily the Ryu-kyuian stood up and replaced his clothing, wanting to kill himself as he felt the mans seed dripping from him.
//Bastard.//

He walked out of the small room onto the cool brisk street. Wondering how the hell he could make the strange swordsman suffer the most for his moment of weakness.

- - - - -

\"What a beautiful moon. I love watching it from here, it\'s so relaxing.\" The monk spoke from his spot in the tub. Jin sat, stiffly on his knees facing him. Blowing the fire back to life every so often.

\"I\'m back!\" Fu jumped into the room, blushing when she realized the man was taking a bath. She ducked behind the wall. \"Forgive me, I\'m so sorry.\"

He only laughed. \"It\'s all right, come in, say what you were saying...\"

She continued to tell them all she had learned of the \'Street Killer\', when Mugen\'s form came into view. He stared awkwardly at Jin, then the man bathing, shaking his head.

\"Hey, your hands bleeding.\" Jin stood, noticing the tan ones state.

\"No big deal, it\'s just a few cuts...\" He sighed playing it off.

\"No big deal?! How did you get cut up like that?\" Fu was outraged at his nonchalance attitude.

\"You ran into that \'Street Killer\' didn\'t you?\" Jin knew.

\"Yeah...\" Mugen went on to explain the battle.

He left a rather large part of the story out, obviously.

- - - - -

That night as Fu and the monk slept, Mugen walked outside to find Jin sitting on the porch as well.

\"Oi..\" He took a seat on his knees a few spaces away.

Jin noticed that, Mugen never sat like that.
\"What do you want?\" He closed his eyes.

\"Nothing...\" Mugen sighed looking up at the crescent moon.

Jin knew that was something else the unruly one didn\'t do.

\"What is wrong with you? You seem different.\"

\"What\'s wrong with you, you\'re shaking?\" Mugen turned to challenge the pale one.

Both sighed looking forward nervously.

\"Nothing.\"

\"Yep, nothing.\"

- - - - -

END

((I decided that I would put this one up. I wrote it some time in June, but was waiting for it to air first. Hope you found it as good as I did. Domo!))