Samurai Champloo Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Truth & Lies In A Name ❯ Surprise ( Chapter 5 )

Finding Truth & Lies In A Name

 

DISC: I do not own Samurai Champloo or it's intriguing characters. They are the property of Director Shinichiro Watanabe and Studio manglove Inc. I am making no monetary profit from the writing of this or any other of my fanfiction. Please don't sue me. I'm very poor.

 

Written as part of several Elemonth Hour challenges. Chapter V is the “Surprise - what your character thought was true really isn't” challenge from week 25.

 

 

 

CHAPTER V

 

He was no longer really thinking - just acting on instinct. All his years of sneaking, spying, thieving, were a part of his very being. In the shadows, silently, he came upon the bath.

 

Her skin glowed in the moonlight as he settled himself off to the side. Obfuscated by the shadows, he still was able to keep her in his direct line of sight. His breath caught as he fully took her in. "Daammmmmn," he breathed softly.

 

Her tiny, delicate fingers... oh my god... was this really happening? As he stared, dumbfounded, he saw them tracing and playing with her breasts. Her nipples, already somewhat erect from the cool night air, hardened further, and he imagined how they'd feel under his tongue.

 

As she sighed, then moaned as her hands tightened their grip, his own hands were fumbling with the ties that would free his now fully extended member, scrambling to relieve the pressure that was threatening to make him explode.

 

Sighing again, she held the weight of her breasts - which he noted readily were perfectly shaped and not too small or too large - then let her head fall backward as she ministrated to them with squeezes and flicks. His eyes about popped out of his head as he saw her hand work it's way down toward her sweet depths, and he had a hard time not moaning aloud when he allowed himself to imagine that it was his own hand tracing and playing in her folds.

 

Both hands were actively working over her firm flesh, and he heard her whisper, "Please," and couldn't help but whisper back, "Please what?" as he thought to himself, 'She's thinking of him. Not me. Him. Never me.'

 

He was surprised at the bitterness he felt at that thought. He'd known for months that she had a thing for Jin. Apparently part of him was still hoping he was mistaken.

 

What's more, her voice softly carried to him: "I've wanted you for so long. I... love you. Please."

 

What was this strange feeling? A tightness in his chest - it actually physically hurt, and his hand stopped its motions, as he felt himself soften. 'Fuck you, Jin,' he thought. He tied his pants shut, to go on a real walk - anywhere but here, so he wouldn't have to see her thrust her fingers in and out of her private heaven. 'Heaven isn't for sinners like me,' he thought as he stood.

 

He wanted to leave. This was the worst torture he'd ever experienced. But his eyes couldn't seem to leave the scene in front of him. Her back was arched, she was flailing under her own ministrations, and he could see her start to tremble as she neared her peak. "Oh, Fuu." His voice was strained with immeasurable sadness at a defeat that was more devastating than any he'd ever encountered.

 

Still he couldn't take his eyes off her.

 

Which is why when those two words echoed out into the night, he literally fell to his knees. Two words that gave him back his heart, his soul. Two words that he actually saw leave her lips as she came: "Oh, Mugen!"

 

On his knees, he continued to watch as she settled back into the water. Then started scrubbing at her head underwater.

 

Unaware of what he was doing, he almost floated toward the bath, his feet betraying his need to stay secret, pulling him to just behind where she was sitting. He kneeled, waiting for her to resurface.

 

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As she came out of the water, her thought was, 'Well, at least I get to keep him around for at least a little longer.' She sighed and leaned back, resting for just another minute before she'd get up and face him again.

 

His breath tickled against her ear as he whispered, "Do you really love me, Fuu?"

 

Part of her mind thought it was still her imagination working out her frustrations, and let her dismiss the tickling at her ear as just the wind blowing - regardless of how warm it felt. She sighed sadly in response, and he could read it clearly: she was saying "yes."

 

"You idiot.” His hand began stroked her hair softly before he continued, "Don't you know that criminals don't get to be loved?" He turned away from the spring and put his head in his hands, elbows on his knees. He wasn't scared of her reaction - pirates don't get scared, right?

 

'Wait. Wait,' her mind screamed alarm. 'Someone's touching my hair. That's Mugen's voice.' Jumping and spinning, and simultaneously crossing her arms over her bare chest, she was fully prepared to scream at him for being a pervert. But the way he was sitting refreshed her mind to the words he had just spoken.

 

"Mugen?" she whispered his name as if afraid he was really there, or afraid he might not be. Or perhaps both.

 

"Sorry," he said. "I interrupted your bath. You even told me not to."

 

She knew then. He really HAD counted her falls. "Since when have you ever listened to anything I tell ya?" her voice held a trace of amusement that did not cover over the awe that he was actually there.

 

He chuckled, and didn't turn to look back at her.

 

"Besides," he could hear her gulping loudly, and through his surprise, imagined as she spoke her next words that she probably turned beet red, "what I TOLD you was not to come join me."

 

He turned back to glance at her, confirmed her flush, and also saw that her eyes were filled with hope. He smirked, "That IS what you said, isn't it?" Her eyes locked to his, she nodded. "And since I don't do what people tell me..." He began to untie his red coat and pulled his white shirt over his head. She let her gaze caress his shoulders and back the way she wanted to let her hands touch him.

 

With an shy smile, he released his pants. His earlier excitement had returned with gusto, and she gasped. Looking into her face, he searched for doubt or derision. All he found was a mix of love, awe, and desire. It made him hesitate.

 

“Are you… sure you want this? 'Cuz if you don't stop me now...”

 

Not trusting her voice, she simply nodded. He stepped into the bath, wading over to her. He stopped in front of her, memorizing each detail of the vision she presented. Hesitantly, she reached one hand toward his face, stopping just short of touching him.

 

“Mu- Mugen. Are- Are you real? Are you just a dream?” He grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing her palm tenderly. He felt her shivers and he continued trailing kisses down her arm, lightly nipping at the inside of her elbow before moving up toward her shoulder, her neck, his arms wrapping around her as he went. He laid little kisses along the line of her chin and then pulled back to look at her.

 

Her eyes were huge, he felt that if he wasn't careful, he could get lost there. Without thought, one finger traced her brow. Grimacing, he spoke softly, so that she might not be able to hear the pain in his words, "You know, a guy like me could ruin a girl like you."

 

She smiled at him, broadly. That same smile, cheerful and completely happy and pure. "You wouldn't. I trust you, Mugen."

 

His heart felt weird. Like it was being constricted. Or like it was going to explode. He wasn't really sure which. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her temple, then just held her as he said, "Don't leave me?"

 

Murmuring, "Mm uh," she kissed his firm shoulder and her hands started tracing down your back. "I won't leave you. I love you, you big idiot."

 

Then, she stopped talking, as he pulled back and said to her, "That's all you needed to say." His hand traced down her front, and he began suckling at one breast while massaging the other. He used a similar technique to what she'd done herself, but with tweaks and bites that were definitely all Mugen.

 

One hand had begun playing with her curls, and as she moaned his name, he thrust his fingers into her hot, wet depths. Every time she moaned his name, he rewarded her with a flick to her clit. As he kissed down to her navel, letting his tongue dive in for a second, he lifted her out of the water with one arm around her waist, so that she was sitting on a rock in front of him. She shrieked his name as he lifted her, and he pressed firmly on her button sending her into a fierce orgasm. Mouth descending on his goal, he began to lick through her curls at the now engorged bud in front of him. There was not a more beautiful sound in the whole world, he decided, than hearing her moan his name again and again.

 

As her third orgasm finished, and her brain became once more somewhat capable of conscious thought, all she could say was, "Please, Mugen."

 

Giving her his trademark smirk - the one that irritated her most, the one that she loved - he lifted her off the rock and pulled her to him, setting her right on the tip of his member. Holding her tightly, his mouth sealed on hers, he thrust through her barrier with one firm movement. He continued kissing her, swallowing her cries, his hands gripping her, holding her so securely that there wasn't the chance she could get away. He held her frame still against his body. Waiting `til he felt her relax against him. Releasing the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, he sighed as she began to thrust her hips at him, taking him deeper.

 

Once her mouth was released, she began moaning his name again, as he continued thrusting in and out. Her legs wrapped around his waist were every bit as strong as he'd imagined, but softer than he'd ever dreamed. And hearing his name chanted like a reverie was bringing him to the edge sooner than he'd thought possible.

 

A shift in angle was needed, so he moved her shoulders a bit away from him. God, she was so light, he could probably set her on his cock and just walk around with her there. His mouth descended on her breast, and he teased it, biting the nipple and pulling on it until she screamed with pleasure. He pushed her shoulders back a little more, and was rewarded. As his thrusts pressed against the secret spot inside her, she screamed his name so loudly that there would be no doubt that everyone in the inn would know she wanted Mugen, not Jin.

 

Walls clamping more tightly on his rod than any he'd ever felt in all his years of womanizing sent him over. There was no time to pull out. Vaguely, he considered this and a brief thought of her with his child flitted through his head and was gone. Consciously, he wouldn't even remember thinking it, but the feeling of bliss unlike any he'd ever felt before would stay with him, and he would reflect on this evening as the moment his life stopped being a complete shit-fest.

 

They collapsed in each other's arms, panting heavily, recuperating from the incredible high.

 

Fingers traced light, loving designs on his back, and she decided to risk voicing her thought. "Mugen?"

 

He pulled back to look at her beautiful face.

 

"Do you... think you'll ever love me?"

 

Dumbfounded was the only word for his expression. He pulled her into his arms and whispered tenderly into her ear, "Idiot."

 

She smiled into the night, and then said, "Mugen? We better get outta here. I'm getting all pruney."

 

He lifted her tiny frame, still holding her tightly to his, and carried her over to the towels. Once they were dry, they dressed in silence, and walked back to the room.

 

 

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'I wonder if he'll go right to the bath or if he'll actually wander around a few minutes first.'

 

About 20 minutes later, he heard, "MUUGENNNNNNNN!" loudly through the paper walls.

 

"Hm," he said with a secretive smile. Life was about to get more interesting.

 

 

 

FIN