Gintama Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet Sixteen ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: amarielah 
In which Gintoki shops for condoms, and meets a bunch of people he'd really rather avoid.
Anime/Manga: Gintama Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.26.2009 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.8K | Visits: 610 | Status: Completed
In which Gintoki shops for condoms, and meets a bunch of people he'd really rather avoid.
Anime/Manga: Gintama Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.26.2009 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.8K | Visits: 610 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do not own Gintama.
Warnings: Explicit sex, language.
A/N: I’ve taken some liberties with Kagura’s physiology, seeing as she’s not human, and incredibly active. Namely, I’ve decided to make her first time more enjoyable than is typical. I would just like to explain that this is not due to ignorance, but due to a conscious decision on my part. If you really want to hear my reasoning behind this (which is really clinical and kind of ruins the mood that I’m trying to create), I will be happy to oblige.
The bell on the pharmacy door was a particularly obnoxious addition to an already obnoxious day, and Gintoki had half a mind to reach up and yank it off. Luckily, he still had enough good sense to resist that particular impulse; the last thing he needed was to give the Shinsengumi another excuse to bother him, especially over such trivial property damage.
The aisles weren't labeled. He cursed internally as he walked over to the cashier, an elderly man with thick glasses.
"Excuse me," he said, leaning in close. "Where can I find the condoms?"
The cashier blinked up at him owlishly. "Heh?" he said, putting a hand to his ear and leaning in closer himself.
Raising his voice a little, Gintoki asked, "Where can I find the condoms?"
"Heh?" the cashier said, wrinkled face scrunching up in consternation.
"Where can I find the condoms?" Gintoki asked again, louder still.
The cashier's hand was shaking from the effort of holding it up so long. "Heh?" he said.
Gintoki, already on edge from the events of that morning, reached the end of patience. "WHERE CAN I FIND THE CONDOMS, YOU DEAF OLD GEEZER?!" His voice echoed around the entire store, and almost seemed to make the walls shake with its sheer volume.
"Oh," said the cashier, using his other hand to pick his nose. His mouth opened slightly as he lapsed into deep thought. "Aisle five."
Fuming, Gintoki headed over to aisle five, trying his best to ignore the disapproving glare he received from some middle aged lady who had been standing in line to pay. And, lo and behold, he ran into a familiar face. A very unwelcome familiar face.
"You," he said.
Dark eyes narrowed. "It's not 'you'; it's Katsura."
"What the hell are you doing here?"
Katsura huffed. "I'm here looking for the materials necessary to construct explosive devices with which I can overthrow the corrupt Shogunate, and drive the Amanto out of Edo once and for all."
"Bullshit," said Gintoki.
They glared at each other for several moments, until Katsura decided to relent. "Fine," he said, crossing his arms. "Elizabeth has been experiencing some...problems, recently, and I am here in an attempt to alleviate her distress."
Gintoki glanced furtively at the items that Katsura had been perusing; they were all medicated creams for fungal infections and, particularly, athlete's foot. "Ah," he said.
Both men felt a wave of awkwardness, and turned back to the shelf at the same time. Whose bright idea was it to put condoms next to fungal creams, anyway?
"So, Gintoki," said Katsura, reaching for a brightly-coloured box. "I couldn't help but overhear that you are looking for condoms."
"Perhaps," said Gintoki, reaching for a box of medium-sized condoms with a picture of a scantily clad woman on the front. 'Ribbed for her pleasure,' it read.
"Water-balloon fight?" asked Katsura, putting the box back and pulling out another one.
"Yeah," said Gintoki, doing the same. "That's right; I'm using these for a water-balloon fight."
"You know," said Katsura, ostensibly examining the ingredients on his most recent acquisition. "I'm certain that penis-shaped water balloons would be a very effective revolutionary tool."
Gintoki gave him a sidelong glance. "No."
"I'm serious," said Katsura. "Men these days are intent on establishing their heterosexuality. Undoubtedly, they would be thrown into a panic if phallic objects filled with liquid were launched at them from above, thus making them vulnerable to attacks from more conventional weapons."
"I know that you're serious," replied Gintoki. "That's what makes it disturbing." Deciding that the box he currently had in his hand was good enough, he made his way back to the cashier without bothering to add anything further.
The bell rang obnoxiously as he exited the pharmacy.
___
Gintoki hummed in satisfaction, sweetness melting languidly on his tongue. There was nothing quite like a parfait on a summer’s day; he felt better already.
“You should stop making those noises; people could get the wrong idea.”
Gintoki opened his eyes to see a bored-looking Hijikata sitting across from him. “This is my booth,” he said. “Get your own, mayo-freak.”
“We got a report about an hour ago,” said Hijikata, taking a drag on his cigarette. “Some lady insisted that you were disturbing the peace.”
Gintoki suppressed the urge to groan. “You guys must be bored, or something. Is your caseload really that light?”
“As if that matters, you ass. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t arrest you right now.”
Gintoki took another spoonful of his parfait, pretending to think. “If you arrest me,” he said, after swallowing, “then you’ll have to deal with a crazed and hormonal alien brat who just happens to have super strength.”
“That a threat?”
“No,” said Gintoki. “It’s a fact; and one that I’m not particularly happy about, myself.” It was only a half-lie. “So, why are you really here?”
“…We need your help with a case.”
“Not interested.”
Hijikata’s eyebrows twitched, as if he was trying to restrain himself. “We’ll pay you,” he said.
That caught Gintoki’s attention, except…
“Normally, this is the part where I say that I’d be willing to do it for money. But, you see, that crazed and hormonal alien is still going to be a factor in this equation. When exactly does this case of yours require my services?”
“Now, you idiot.”
“And does it involve anybody in immediate mortal or spiritual peril?”
Hijikata glared. “No.”
“Sorry,” said Gintoki, not really meaning it. “No can do. I already have plans. Good luck with that, though.” He scoffed down the rest of his parfait, which had partially melted, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “If you don’t have it sorted out by tomorrow, and you’re still willing to pay me…well, then we can talk.”
Before Hijikata had a chance to respond, Gintoki sprinted out of the booth, leaving the other man scowling darkly through the window at his steadily retreating form.
___
“Bastard,” Hijikata growled, but didn’t move to reach for his sword, no matter how tempting it was.
“Ne, Hijikata-san,” said an impassive voice from behind him.
“Gah!” exclaimed Hijikata, jumping a little in his seat. “Don’t just show up out of nowhere, Okita.”
Okita ignored him. “Boss was talking about a ‘crazed and hormonal alien with super strength’. It sounds dangerous; we should investigate.”
Hijikata snorted. “He was probably just talking about that alien girl he lives with. Kagome, or whatever.”
“Kagura,” said Okita. “And you may be right, but I don’t think that we should take a chance. Do you want to wait until we’re bogged down with reports on the property damage?”
Hijikata turned around, giving Okita a look of suspicion. “You’re up to something,” he said. “I don’t know what it is, or why, but you’re definitely up to something.”
Okita smiled. “Whatever gave you that idea? I’m simply acting in the Shinsengumi’s best interests.”
“We still haven’t dealt with this most recent slew of underwear thefts.”
“…Property damage, Hijikata-san.”
Hijikata stood up. “Fine,” he said. “Investigate, if you want. It’s not like I can stop you, anyway.”
He didn’t bother to look back as he left the diner. If he had, he would have seen a very peculiar expression on Okita’s face.
___
Gintoki arrived back at the Yorozuya to find it empty save for Sadaharu, who was napping quietly in Gintoki’s bedroom. Making his way over to his desk, Gintoki slumped down into his chair and reached into his yukata, pulling out a small plastic bag. He put it down in front of him to examine (as if it could give him the answers to life, the universe, and why the hell this was happening). The box that sat inside of the innocuous layer of white plastic almost seemed to emanate a sense of finality. It was absurd, he realized, to feel this way about a box of condoms. But he couldn’t help it.
He was nervous.
He sat there for a few minutes, tapping his foot against the floor. Eventually he tired of this, and decided to go through some of the bills that had piled up over the last few months; bills that were probably never going to be paid.
Eventually the front shouji slid open, and Gintoki’s head snapped up from the invoice that he had not really been reading.
“I’m home,” said Kagura, looking at him with an almost frightening intensity. Her clothes were torn and muddy, and there were scratches - light, but still noticeable - on both of her arms.
“Hey,” said Gintoki, his eyes moving up and down her figure with something entirely different from lust. “What the hell happened to you?”
“Nothing,” she said, walking around the two couches in the middle of the room, until she was right in front of Gintoki’s desk. “I just ran into some idiots who were asking for a beating.”
“That so?” he asked.
Kagura didn’t reply as she sat down on the desk and slid herself over so that she was just inches away from Gintoki, almost face to face. She licked her lips and pushed herself forward, forcing Gintoki to move his chair back in order to make room. She then sat herself down in his lap, straddling him securely as she wound her arms around his neck.
Gintoki felt his body reacting to the closeness, and his heart rate accelerated. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, feeling her breath ghosting against his lips.
“You already know the answer to that,” she said, pressing herself even more intimately against him as she buried her head into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent.
He found himself looking up at the light on the ceiling, unsure of what to do with his hands. He wanted to return her embrace, but he also wanted to dig his fingers into the armrests of his chair. In the end, he found a comfortable middle ground: doing nothing. Growing frustrated at his own uncertainty, he said, “If you’re expecting me to be good at this…”
She tightened her arms a little, her grip becoming just short of painful. “Don’t care,” she said, voice slightly muffled by the fabric of his yukata. She then raised her head and removed her arms from their death-grip around his neck, reaching up to cup his face with both of her hands.
The feel of those hands, calloused and warm, was like a spark igniting a fire. It was like a dam had burst inside of him, and all of the pent-up worry and frustration and need came bubbling to the surface. Suddenly, he found that he didn’t really care anymore; not about awkwardness, or about judgment, or about Sadaharu overhearing them. He found that he couldn’t stop himself as his arms wound around her waist, couldn’t stop the way that his lips met hers with almost embarrassing eagerness.
Kagura moaned into his mouth, deepening the kiss with a passion that was even more intense than his, more desperate. She broke the kiss when she lowered her hands from his face, maneuvering one of them to pull down the already loose sleeve of his yukata, while she braced the other against his shoulder.
“Move your arm,” she said, tugging meaningfully at his sleeve once she realized that it wouldn’t come off.
“Oh,” said Gintoki, too distracted to be embarrassed, and he released his arms from around her waist. She didn’t hesitate, making quick work of the yukata, and then starting on the buttons of his black shirt. Before Gintoki had time to gather his wits, he was already bare-chested.
Kagura began to trace his muscular abdomen with the tips of her fingers, stopping every so often to pay special attention to one of his many scars.
“Gin-chan…” she said, her expression softening. “Gin-chan has been hurt way too much.”
Thrown off kilter by the sudden change in her demeanor, Gintoki didn’t reply.
Kagura didn’t seem to be waiting for one, though, and she leaned forward, placing her lips upon one of the more prominent scars, just above his heart. She lingered there for a moment, her lips warm and soft against his skin, and Gintoki felt a swell of affection that made his mouth run dry. Gently, he placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her upright, leaning in for another kiss.
It was slower this time, more tender, but no less intense. Gintoki allowed his hands to wander up and down Kagura’s back, to trace the gentle curve of her hips. He wanted this, he realized, as her tongue moved hot and slick and wet against his own. He wanted it very, very much.
It was once again Kagura who broke off the kiss. Her eyes were glazed and fevered as she pushed herself up onto her feet, undoing the clasps of her shirt with slightly trembling hands. After her shirt was discarded, her pants quickly followed, and she was soon left completely naked.
Gintoki’s eyebrows shot up, even as other parts of his body had a similar reaction. “You aren’t…” he said, eyes fixated on her exposed chest. “…You aren’t wearing any underwear.”
Kagura’s smirked. “I wanted to be ready,” she said. “Just in case you decided to be stupid again.” Her hand trailed down her stomach, settling in-between her legs. She used her index finger to stroke herself, tracing damp red curls and the enticing promise of damper flesh. “I’m glad that you finally came to your senses,” she said, and settled herself back onto his lap.
He could feel the warmth of her arousal through his pants, and his cock throbbed in sympathy.
“Am I pretty, Gin-chan?” she asked, taking his right hand and placing it over one of her breasts. “Do you want me?” she asked, as he began to run his thumb lightly over her nipple.
“Don’t ask stupid questions,” he said, using his other hand to draw her closer so that he could take the other nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. He may not have had much hands-on experience, but he had been exposed to his fair share of porn over the years.
And, if Kagura’s gasps were any indication, he was doing something right.
She ground herself against Gintoki’s groin, causing him to release a groan of his own.
“Please, Gin-chan,” she said, grinding down again as she tangled her fingers in his hair. “I need it. Please!”
Gintoki moved the hand that had been playing with her nipple lower, to the junction where her pelvis was pressed against his cloth-covered cock. He rubbed between her curls, fingers exploring flesh that was hot and wet to the touch.
“No,” she said, even as she bucked into his fingers. “I want you to fuck me, Gin-chan. I want you inside of me.”
A part of him was excited by those words, but a part of him found them disturbing. Had she done something like this before?
He jerked his head back, panting, and considered asking her. But then he caught sight of her flushed cheeks, of the way her lithe body was straining against him, and he found that, honestly, he didn’t care. Maybe later he would, once his mind was clear and Kagura wasn’t naked. But now…now he wanted nothing more than to give in to her every whim and desire.
But he had to at least pretend to put up a fight.
“Ask nicely,” he said. “Like you did before. You can’t just get your way without some manners.”
Her hands were still tangled in his hair, and she used them to draw his ear right next to her mouth. “Fuck me,” she commanded, voice no louder than a whisper. “Now.”
“Alright,” said Gintoki. “Just…not here. Somewhere that I can touch you properly.”
Kagura smirked slightly and let go of his hair. She then got off of his lap, giving him a glimpse of her pussy in the process, and walked to a clear patch of floor next to Gintoki’s desk, where she proceeded to lay down on her back.
“Hurry up,” she demanded, bending her knees and spreading them wide. Gintoki could see how wet she was, even from two meters away.
Wordlessly, he stood up and reached for the plastic bag atop his desk, opening the box inside of it to retrieve a square, silver package. He ripped it open using his teeth, and made quick work of putting the condom onto his aching erection.
He walked over to where Kagura lay (she had began to touch herself again, the fingers of her right hand dipping inside of her pussy, while her left hand played with the nub of flesh above it) and kneeled down, positioning himself between her legs and bracing his arms on either side of her. She stopped playing with herself so that she could grab a hold of Gintoki’s cock, guiding it to her entrance.
He pushed in slowly, and was vaguely surprised when he encountered no resistance, just soft, yielding warmth. Kagura thrust her hips upwards, drawing him completely inside. “Don’t take so long,” she said. “Fuck me already!”
He kissed her as he began to thrust into her wetness. All he wanted to do was touch. He could feel her - alive, eager, vibrant Kagura - writhing beneath him, meeting him thrusts for thrust, and he moaned into her mouth, breaking the kiss so that he could get a good look at her face.
“Gin-chan!” she yelled, her lips swollen. “I’m close, I’m so close!”
“Kagura…” he whispered, thrusting in harder. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he put his mouth by her ear as the heat in his belly intensified. “I want you to come for me.”
"Yes, Gin-chan,” she said. He could feel the walls of her pussy beginning to contract. “Just…kiss me. Please.”
So he did, long and hard and deep, and Kagura clamped down on him as her body convulsed.
It was enough to send him over the edge, as well, the heat in his abdomen becoming nearly unbearable. He groaned at the way his entire body tingled with sensation, and he felt the world melt away into bliss. The only thing he was still vaguely aware of was how amazing Kagura looked when she came.
And then it was over, the two of them collapsing in a heap of overheated skin and heaving chests.
Using what little was left of his coherent brain, Gintoki reached hold the condom in place as he pulled out of her. All he wanted to do was curl up and sleep, but he couldn’t just leave the soiled latex lying on the floor. He slipped it off and, with a herculean effort, pushed himself onto his feet, somehow managing to stumble over to the garbage can in the corner of the room.
When he came back, Kagura was sleeping soundly on the floor. A small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, he bent down and scooped her into his arms.
She stirred as he opened the shouji leading into his bedroom. “Thank you, Gin-chan,” she mumbled sleepily, leaning her head against his chest.
“Don’t be stupid,” he said, glad that she couldn’t see the slight blush on his cheeks. “It’s not like I didn’t enjoy it, too.”
Kagura just hummed and snuggled in closer, and Gintoki couldn’t help the way that his smile widened.
He reached his futon, laying her carefully upon it, and heard a sound that made his heart freeze in his chest. A sound that was suspiciously similar to a ‘yiff’.
He looked up, only to find Sadaharu looking at him knowingly (as knowingly as a dog could, anyway), his tail wagging.
“Oi,” said Gintoki. “This is a bad time.”
Sadaharu cocked his head to side and gave another ‘yiff’. Then, he got up and padded his way out of the room, using his nose to slide the shouji shut.
Gintoki allowed himself to collapse beside Kagura, giving into the fatigue that he no longer had the will to fight. Without really thinking about it, he reached for the sleeping girl and pulled her close. She unconsciously curled in closer, and Gintoki pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, running his fingers through her hair.
He fell asleep with a fond smile on his face.
Warnings: Explicit sex, language.
A/N: I’ve taken some liberties with Kagura’s physiology, seeing as she’s not human, and incredibly active. Namely, I’ve decided to make her first time more enjoyable than is typical. I would just like to explain that this is not due to ignorance, but due to a conscious decision on my part. If you really want to hear my reasoning behind this (which is really clinical and kind of ruins the mood that I’m trying to create), I will be happy to oblige.
The bell on the pharmacy door was a particularly obnoxious addition to an already obnoxious day, and Gintoki had half a mind to reach up and yank it off. Luckily, he still had enough good sense to resist that particular impulse; the last thing he needed was to give the Shinsengumi another excuse to bother him, especially over such trivial property damage.
The aisles weren't labeled. He cursed internally as he walked over to the cashier, an elderly man with thick glasses.
"Excuse me," he said, leaning in close. "Where can I find the condoms?"
The cashier blinked up at him owlishly. "Heh?" he said, putting a hand to his ear and leaning in closer himself.
Raising his voice a little, Gintoki asked, "Where can I find the condoms?"
"Heh?" the cashier said, wrinkled face scrunching up in consternation.
"Where can I find the condoms?" Gintoki asked again, louder still.
The cashier's hand was shaking from the effort of holding it up so long. "Heh?" he said.
Gintoki, already on edge from the events of that morning, reached the end of patience. "WHERE CAN I FIND THE CONDOMS, YOU DEAF OLD GEEZER?!" His voice echoed around the entire store, and almost seemed to make the walls shake with its sheer volume.
"Oh," said the cashier, using his other hand to pick his nose. His mouth opened slightly as he lapsed into deep thought. "Aisle five."
Fuming, Gintoki headed over to aisle five, trying his best to ignore the disapproving glare he received from some middle aged lady who had been standing in line to pay. And, lo and behold, he ran into a familiar face. A very unwelcome familiar face.
"You," he said.
Dark eyes narrowed. "It's not 'you'; it's Katsura."
"What the hell are you doing here?"
Katsura huffed. "I'm here looking for the materials necessary to construct explosive devices with which I can overthrow the corrupt Shogunate, and drive the Amanto out of Edo once and for all."
"Bullshit," said Gintoki.
They glared at each other for several moments, until Katsura decided to relent. "Fine," he said, crossing his arms. "Elizabeth has been experiencing some...problems, recently, and I am here in an attempt to alleviate her distress."
Gintoki glanced furtively at the items that Katsura had been perusing; they were all medicated creams for fungal infections and, particularly, athlete's foot. "Ah," he said.
Both men felt a wave of awkwardness, and turned back to the shelf at the same time. Whose bright idea was it to put condoms next to fungal creams, anyway?
"So, Gintoki," said Katsura, reaching for a brightly-coloured box. "I couldn't help but overhear that you are looking for condoms."
"Perhaps," said Gintoki, reaching for a box of medium-sized condoms with a picture of a scantily clad woman on the front. 'Ribbed for her pleasure,' it read.
"Water-balloon fight?" asked Katsura, putting the box back and pulling out another one.
"Yeah," said Gintoki, doing the same. "That's right; I'm using these for a water-balloon fight."
"You know," said Katsura, ostensibly examining the ingredients on his most recent acquisition. "I'm certain that penis-shaped water balloons would be a very effective revolutionary tool."
Gintoki gave him a sidelong glance. "No."
"I'm serious," said Katsura. "Men these days are intent on establishing their heterosexuality. Undoubtedly, they would be thrown into a panic if phallic objects filled with liquid were launched at them from above, thus making them vulnerable to attacks from more conventional weapons."
"I know that you're serious," replied Gintoki. "That's what makes it disturbing." Deciding that the box he currently had in his hand was good enough, he made his way back to the cashier without bothering to add anything further.
The bell rang obnoxiously as he exited the pharmacy.
___
Gintoki hummed in satisfaction, sweetness melting languidly on his tongue. There was nothing quite like a parfait on a summer’s day; he felt better already.
“You should stop making those noises; people could get the wrong idea.”
Gintoki opened his eyes to see a bored-looking Hijikata sitting across from him. “This is my booth,” he said. “Get your own, mayo-freak.”
“We got a report about an hour ago,” said Hijikata, taking a drag on his cigarette. “Some lady insisted that you were disturbing the peace.”
Gintoki suppressed the urge to groan. “You guys must be bored, or something. Is your caseload really that light?”
“As if that matters, you ass. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t arrest you right now.”
Gintoki took another spoonful of his parfait, pretending to think. “If you arrest me,” he said, after swallowing, “then you’ll have to deal with a crazed and hormonal alien brat who just happens to have super strength.”
“That a threat?”
“No,” said Gintoki. “It’s a fact; and one that I’m not particularly happy about, myself.” It was only a half-lie. “So, why are you really here?”
“…We need your help with a case.”
“Not interested.”
Hijikata’s eyebrows twitched, as if he was trying to restrain himself. “We’ll pay you,” he said.
That caught Gintoki’s attention, except…
“Normally, this is the part where I say that I’d be willing to do it for money. But, you see, that crazed and hormonal alien is still going to be a factor in this equation. When exactly does this case of yours require my services?”
“Now, you idiot.”
“And does it involve anybody in immediate mortal or spiritual peril?”
Hijikata glared. “No.”
“Sorry,” said Gintoki, not really meaning it. “No can do. I already have plans. Good luck with that, though.” He scoffed down the rest of his parfait, which had partially melted, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “If you don’t have it sorted out by tomorrow, and you’re still willing to pay me…well, then we can talk.”
Before Hijikata had a chance to respond, Gintoki sprinted out of the booth, leaving the other man scowling darkly through the window at his steadily retreating form.
___
“Bastard,” Hijikata growled, but didn’t move to reach for his sword, no matter how tempting it was.
“Ne, Hijikata-san,” said an impassive voice from behind him.
“Gah!” exclaimed Hijikata, jumping a little in his seat. “Don’t just show up out of nowhere, Okita.”
Okita ignored him. “Boss was talking about a ‘crazed and hormonal alien with super strength’. It sounds dangerous; we should investigate.”
Hijikata snorted. “He was probably just talking about that alien girl he lives with. Kagome, or whatever.”
“Kagura,” said Okita. “And you may be right, but I don’t think that we should take a chance. Do you want to wait until we’re bogged down with reports on the property damage?”
Hijikata turned around, giving Okita a look of suspicion. “You’re up to something,” he said. “I don’t know what it is, or why, but you’re definitely up to something.”
Okita smiled. “Whatever gave you that idea? I’m simply acting in the Shinsengumi’s best interests.”
“We still haven’t dealt with this most recent slew of underwear thefts.”
“…Property damage, Hijikata-san.”
Hijikata stood up. “Fine,” he said. “Investigate, if you want. It’s not like I can stop you, anyway.”
He didn’t bother to look back as he left the diner. If he had, he would have seen a very peculiar expression on Okita’s face.
___
Gintoki arrived back at the Yorozuya to find it empty save for Sadaharu, who was napping quietly in Gintoki’s bedroom. Making his way over to his desk, Gintoki slumped down into his chair and reached into his yukata, pulling out a small plastic bag. He put it down in front of him to examine (as if it could give him the answers to life, the universe, and why the hell this was happening). The box that sat inside of the innocuous layer of white plastic almost seemed to emanate a sense of finality. It was absurd, he realized, to feel this way about a box of condoms. But he couldn’t help it.
He was nervous.
He sat there for a few minutes, tapping his foot against the floor. Eventually he tired of this, and decided to go through some of the bills that had piled up over the last few months; bills that were probably never going to be paid.
Eventually the front shouji slid open, and Gintoki’s head snapped up from the invoice that he had not really been reading.
“I’m home,” said Kagura, looking at him with an almost frightening intensity. Her clothes were torn and muddy, and there were scratches - light, but still noticeable - on both of her arms.
“Hey,” said Gintoki, his eyes moving up and down her figure with something entirely different from lust. “What the hell happened to you?”
“Nothing,” she said, walking around the two couches in the middle of the room, until she was right in front of Gintoki’s desk. “I just ran into some idiots who were asking for a beating.”
“That so?” he asked.
Kagura didn’t reply as she sat down on the desk and slid herself over so that she was just inches away from Gintoki, almost face to face. She licked her lips and pushed herself forward, forcing Gintoki to move his chair back in order to make room. She then sat herself down in his lap, straddling him securely as she wound her arms around his neck.
Gintoki felt his body reacting to the closeness, and his heart rate accelerated. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, feeling her breath ghosting against his lips.
“You already know the answer to that,” she said, pressing herself even more intimately against him as she buried her head into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent.
He found himself looking up at the light on the ceiling, unsure of what to do with his hands. He wanted to return her embrace, but he also wanted to dig his fingers into the armrests of his chair. In the end, he found a comfortable middle ground: doing nothing. Growing frustrated at his own uncertainty, he said, “If you’re expecting me to be good at this…”
She tightened her arms a little, her grip becoming just short of painful. “Don’t care,” she said, voice slightly muffled by the fabric of his yukata. She then raised her head and removed her arms from their death-grip around his neck, reaching up to cup his face with both of her hands.
The feel of those hands, calloused and warm, was like a spark igniting a fire. It was like a dam had burst inside of him, and all of the pent-up worry and frustration and need came bubbling to the surface. Suddenly, he found that he didn’t really care anymore; not about awkwardness, or about judgment, or about Sadaharu overhearing them. He found that he couldn’t stop himself as his arms wound around her waist, couldn’t stop the way that his lips met hers with almost embarrassing eagerness.
Kagura moaned into his mouth, deepening the kiss with a passion that was even more intense than his, more desperate. She broke the kiss when she lowered her hands from his face, maneuvering one of them to pull down the already loose sleeve of his yukata, while she braced the other against his shoulder.
“Move your arm,” she said, tugging meaningfully at his sleeve once she realized that it wouldn’t come off.
“Oh,” said Gintoki, too distracted to be embarrassed, and he released his arms from around her waist. She didn’t hesitate, making quick work of the yukata, and then starting on the buttons of his black shirt. Before Gintoki had time to gather his wits, he was already bare-chested.
Kagura began to trace his muscular abdomen with the tips of her fingers, stopping every so often to pay special attention to one of his many scars.
“Gin-chan…” she said, her expression softening. “Gin-chan has been hurt way too much.”
Thrown off kilter by the sudden change in her demeanor, Gintoki didn’t reply.
Kagura didn’t seem to be waiting for one, though, and she leaned forward, placing her lips upon one of the more prominent scars, just above his heart. She lingered there for a moment, her lips warm and soft against his skin, and Gintoki felt a swell of affection that made his mouth run dry. Gently, he placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her upright, leaning in for another kiss.
It was slower this time, more tender, but no less intense. Gintoki allowed his hands to wander up and down Kagura’s back, to trace the gentle curve of her hips. He wanted this, he realized, as her tongue moved hot and slick and wet against his own. He wanted it very, very much.
It was once again Kagura who broke off the kiss. Her eyes were glazed and fevered as she pushed herself up onto her feet, undoing the clasps of her shirt with slightly trembling hands. After her shirt was discarded, her pants quickly followed, and she was soon left completely naked.
Gintoki’s eyebrows shot up, even as other parts of his body had a similar reaction. “You aren’t…” he said, eyes fixated on her exposed chest. “…You aren’t wearing any underwear.”
Kagura’s smirked. “I wanted to be ready,” she said. “Just in case you decided to be stupid again.” Her hand trailed down her stomach, settling in-between her legs. She used her index finger to stroke herself, tracing damp red curls and the enticing promise of damper flesh. “I’m glad that you finally came to your senses,” she said, and settled herself back onto his lap.
He could feel the warmth of her arousal through his pants, and his cock throbbed in sympathy.
“Am I pretty, Gin-chan?” she asked, taking his right hand and placing it over one of her breasts. “Do you want me?” she asked, as he began to run his thumb lightly over her nipple.
“Don’t ask stupid questions,” he said, using his other hand to draw her closer so that he could take the other nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. He may not have had much hands-on experience, but he had been exposed to his fair share of porn over the years.
And, if Kagura’s gasps were any indication, he was doing something right.
She ground herself against Gintoki’s groin, causing him to release a groan of his own.
“Please, Gin-chan,” she said, grinding down again as she tangled her fingers in his hair. “I need it. Please!”
Gintoki moved the hand that had been playing with her nipple lower, to the junction where her pelvis was pressed against his cloth-covered cock. He rubbed between her curls, fingers exploring flesh that was hot and wet to the touch.
“No,” she said, even as she bucked into his fingers. “I want you to fuck me, Gin-chan. I want you inside of me.”
A part of him was excited by those words, but a part of him found them disturbing. Had she done something like this before?
He jerked his head back, panting, and considered asking her. But then he caught sight of her flushed cheeks, of the way her lithe body was straining against him, and he found that, honestly, he didn’t care. Maybe later he would, once his mind was clear and Kagura wasn’t naked. But now…now he wanted nothing more than to give in to her every whim and desire.
But he had to at least pretend to put up a fight.
“Ask nicely,” he said. “Like you did before. You can’t just get your way without some manners.”
Her hands were still tangled in his hair, and she used them to draw his ear right next to her mouth. “Fuck me,” she commanded, voice no louder than a whisper. “Now.”
“Alright,” said Gintoki. “Just…not here. Somewhere that I can touch you properly.”
Kagura smirked slightly and let go of his hair. She then got off of his lap, giving him a glimpse of her pussy in the process, and walked to a clear patch of floor next to Gintoki’s desk, where she proceeded to lay down on her back.
“Hurry up,” she demanded, bending her knees and spreading them wide. Gintoki could see how wet she was, even from two meters away.
Wordlessly, he stood up and reached for the plastic bag atop his desk, opening the box inside of it to retrieve a square, silver package. He ripped it open using his teeth, and made quick work of putting the condom onto his aching erection.
He walked over to where Kagura lay (she had began to touch herself again, the fingers of her right hand dipping inside of her pussy, while her left hand played with the nub of flesh above it) and kneeled down, positioning himself between her legs and bracing his arms on either side of her. She stopped playing with herself so that she could grab a hold of Gintoki’s cock, guiding it to her entrance.
He pushed in slowly, and was vaguely surprised when he encountered no resistance, just soft, yielding warmth. Kagura thrust her hips upwards, drawing him completely inside. “Don’t take so long,” she said. “Fuck me already!”
He kissed her as he began to thrust into her wetness. All he wanted to do was touch. He could feel her - alive, eager, vibrant Kagura - writhing beneath him, meeting him thrusts for thrust, and he moaned into her mouth, breaking the kiss so that he could get a good look at her face.
“Gin-chan!” she yelled, her lips swollen. “I’m close, I’m so close!”
“Kagura…” he whispered, thrusting in harder. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he put his mouth by her ear as the heat in his belly intensified. “I want you to come for me.”
"Yes, Gin-chan,” she said. He could feel the walls of her pussy beginning to contract. “Just…kiss me. Please.”
So he did, long and hard and deep, and Kagura clamped down on him as her body convulsed.
It was enough to send him over the edge, as well, the heat in his abdomen becoming nearly unbearable. He groaned at the way his entire body tingled with sensation, and he felt the world melt away into bliss. The only thing he was still vaguely aware of was how amazing Kagura looked when she came.
And then it was over, the two of them collapsing in a heap of overheated skin and heaving chests.
Using what little was left of his coherent brain, Gintoki reached hold the condom in place as he pulled out of her. All he wanted to do was curl up and sleep, but he couldn’t just leave the soiled latex lying on the floor. He slipped it off and, with a herculean effort, pushed himself onto his feet, somehow managing to stumble over to the garbage can in the corner of the room.
When he came back, Kagura was sleeping soundly on the floor. A small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, he bent down and scooped her into his arms.
She stirred as he opened the shouji leading into his bedroom. “Thank you, Gin-chan,” she mumbled sleepily, leaning her head against his chest.
“Don’t be stupid,” he said, glad that she couldn’t see the slight blush on his cheeks. “It’s not like I didn’t enjoy it, too.”
Kagura just hummed and snuggled in closer, and Gintoki couldn’t help the way that his smile widened.
He reached his futon, laying her carefully upon it, and heard a sound that made his heart freeze in his chest. A sound that was suspiciously similar to a ‘yiff’.
He looked up, only to find Sadaharu looking at him knowingly (as knowingly as a dog could, anyway), his tail wagging.
“Oi,” said Gintoki. “This is a bad time.”
Sadaharu cocked his head to side and gave another ‘yiff’. Then, he got up and padded his way out of the room, using his nose to slide the shouji shut.
Gintoki allowed himself to collapse beside Kagura, giving into the fatigue that he no longer had the will to fight. Without really thinking about it, he reached for the sleeping girl and pulled her close. She unconsciously curled in closer, and Gintoki pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, running his fingers through her hair.
He fell asleep with a fond smile on his face.