Special Ingredient

Wow. I really worked hard on this one. It took me about three days to finish to my liking but here it is! It’s a little gross is places but funny I think. I don’t own Yakitate Japan but I really think that there should be more fics about this show. It is great! Well enjoy the bread-errific sex!
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“Hello and welcome to the (insert name here) cup! The next competition is just about to begin!” the clown man announced enthusiastically as effeminate and odd as ever. Kawachi stared ahead with a frown on his face. Could they really do this without Azuma? The poor boy was sick as a dog last night and it took everything that Kawachi had to get him to stay in bed for the day. Still he wasn’t sure who was worse off. Swabura stood next to him exuding his warrior like aura. Me! Kawachi screamed inside his mind. I’m the worse off; this guy is scary!
“For the next competition you can make any bread you like with anything you like, but there are two catches! One: your special ingredient must be unique! Just ordinary butter and flower won’t do. Two: to obtain this ingredient you cannot leave this building! You have just four hours to find your ingredient, bake your bread and submit it for tasting! Good luck representative!” the clown blew the crowd a kiss before suddenly disappearing into thin air.
Kawachi’s face went gray. “Ahh! What are we going to do, Swabura? Without Azuma here to pull out a special ‘Japan’ we…”
“Baldy!” Swabura suddenly spoke up, “don’t underestimate my bread making prowess! I already have an idea, but we don’t have much time. The kitchens will probably be packed with people looking for ingredients so the bathrooms should be empty.”
“Bathrooms? How can we find our ingredient in there?”
Swabura smiled slyly. “You’ll see.”

Swabura was right. As the two of them walked out of the competition hall they could see that the entrance to one of the large kitchens was packed with people pushing and fighting to get in. they, on the other hand, were going in the opposite direction.
Swabura took Kawachi by the hand and pulled him into the empty men’s room, locking the door behind them. “What are we doing here?” Kawachi asked. “There’s no way we can find an ingredient in here!”
“That’s not entirely true,” Swabura said as he stepped closer to the other man. “While I was training in the mountains I read a book on samurai bread making.”
“Is there such a thing?”
“Let me finish! It said that the samurai of old often used something special to add flavor to their breads when they were in isolation.”
“Oh yeah? And what was that?”
“Seamen.”
“Ahhh! What was that??? That’s disgusting! You want to put cum in our bread?? For the judge to like that he would have to be gay…” the image was the clown judge blowing a kiss to the crowd flashed through his head. “Yeah I guess that could work.”
Swabura started to unbutton Kawachi’s shirt just then. “Hey,” Kawachi said growing increasingly uneasy, “can’t you do this by just masturbating?”
“The book said that intercourse was the best,” the other said with a smile on his face as he finished with the shirt and pushed Kawachi up against one of the stalls.
“O…oh. Okay I guess” the other man stammered. He was caught off guard when Swabura suddenly leaned in and kissed him forcefully pushing his tongue passed his teeth to explore his wet mouth.
Kawachi started to push him away and the other man let him loose. “Calm down, Kawachi,” Swabura said, using the other’s name for the first time in a long time. “I’ll take care of you.”
Kawachi shuddered when he felt Swabura’s sizable erection rub against his thigh. “I…I’m doing this for Azuma,” he said. “He would kill me if we didn’t win. You are sure we are going to win right?”
“Knowing that super gay clown there is almost no doubt.” Swabura pushed back in slipping his hands up and down Kawachi’s bear chest choosing to put his mouth on his neck this time. He ran his tongue down his throat in one long lick pausing to nip gently when he felt his pulse. Kawachi let out a low groan which Swabura took as his signal to continue. He swept his left hand down to Kawachi’s pants, unzipped them and stuck his hand inside to stroke his hardening member.
Kawachi sighed just then. “Swabura,” he said just above a whisper, “is it supposed to feel this good?”
“It feels good to a certain percent of the population, but for you? Yes.”
“Are you saying I’m gay?!”
Swabura pumped his cock harder just then and the other man let out a lusty grunt. “Yes I’m saying that!” he then pulled Kawachi’s pants down and turned him around so his back was to him. “Just relax now. I’m going to go in.”
“Hey, I don’t know a lot about this sort of thing but isn’t there supposed to be some kind of lubrication?”
“Don’t worry,” the other said undoing his own pants. “I have this!”
Kawachi looked back and saw a stick of butter is Swabura’s hand. “EH?? You’re going to use that?!”
“I just grabbed what I could. We are making bread after all,” Swabura said and then rubbing the butter on his erection, making sure that it was good and slick. “Get ready, Kawachi!”
The other man cringed in anticipation of the entry. This is going to hurt. This is going to hurt. Ouch! “Hey, Swabura that hurts!” Kawachi looked back at the other man and saw a terrible look of anger on his face. “Ahh! What’s with that scary face?!”
“You are too tight, Kawachi! You have to calm down.”
“How can I calm down with you molesting me back there?”
“Like this!” Swabura said as he grabbed Kawachi’s nipples and started to rub them.
“Ahhh! That feels good!”
“And this will too!” Swabura started pumping the other man’s cock hard in a steady pace with his thrusts.
“Ahh…ahn!” Kawachi panted hard a heavy blush reddening his face. “Sw…Swabura I…I’m going to cum!”
“Hold on, Kawachi,” Swabura said through his own panting. Kawachi felt something over his penis before he came hard into it with a shutter of pleasure. He looked down and saw a large vile over the head of his penis. It was now filled with his cum.
Swabura pulled out and filled the vile with his own contribution before zipping up. Kawachi pulled his own pants up before falling to the floor trying to catch his breath. “Come on, Kawachi, we don’t have that much time left. What’s wrong?”
Kawachi pouted at him. “I…I can’t walk now!”
Swabura smirked down at him. “I guess it can’t be helped,” he said as he picked the other man up and hosted him over his shoulder and went to the door.
the clown judge greeted him on the other side of the door. “Hello Japanese representatives! Do you know how long I have been waiting for the bathroom?”
“Ah…sorry about that,” Swabura stuttered before pushing past the clown into the hall. “Hey, Kawachi.”
“Yeah?”
“I really hate clowns!”
“Me too.”


Kawachi sat in a chair, (carefully!) as Swabura made the bread. He put the seamen in the bread in a swirl like cinnamon. Kawachi thought that if his ass didn’t hurt so badly he would throw up watching this particular bread being made.
The clown judge walked up to their table when they were done. “Well Japanese representatives I’m looking forward to tasting your bread after your earlier odd behavior.”
“Well you won’t have to wait then,” Swabura said as be slammed the bread on the table.
“Oh? Well it looks like any ordinary bread. What is it called?”
“Se…” Kawachi tried to say before Swabura covered his mouth.
“Super Special Samurai bread!”
“Samurai bread huh? Well then ititakimasu!” the judge too a bite and fell silent. A solitary tear ran down his cheek. “This bread,” he said barely above a whisper, “reminds me of the story of my first sexual experience with a man.”
“Hey! We don’t want to hear your stories; just tell us our points!” Kawachi suddenly yelled.
“No wait. I want to hear this,” Swabura said as he took Kawachi’s hand and stuck his own hand down his pants.
“Ahh! Swabura, don’t touch me while you’re doing that!!!”

later

“Feeling better Azuma?”
“Yup, Kawachi! Did we win?”
“We sure did!”
“What bread did you and Swabura make?”
“Su…”
“Su?”
“Super Special Samurai Bread!”
“What’s that?”
scratches head “I’ll tell you when you are older.”
“EH?”
THE END!!!!