FIC: Redheads and Body Heat
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chachingTitle: Redheads and Body Heat
Fandom: PoT
Pairing: Jackal/Marui, *cough*
Warning: Incest.
Rating: Near smutty. ;)
Notes: Wrote this in half an hour. It's for Tan to tease her about her hiatus. Briefly glanced over for editting. My apologies in advance.
Jackal shook his head. “Your parents are home.”
Bunta pouted, “But it’s been so long. . . .”
“You can manage,” Jackal said, tossing Bunta a pair of pajama pants. “We aren’t sleeping naked with your parents here. We’ll be too tempted and they’d freak out anyway.”
Bunta stripped down and changed. “Some boyfriend you are. You’re supposed to tempt me into trouble. Not keep me out of it.”
“You find trouble well enough all on your own,” Jackal said, climbing into Bunta’s bed. “Just be glad your parents agreed to the sleep over.”
Bunta slid into bed next to him and snuggled up. He sighed and tried to fall asleep and almost succeeded when there was a knock on his door.
“We aren’t doing anything, Mom! I swear!” Bunta shouted.
“Good to hear,” Kenji said, opening the door. Kenji’s twin brother pushed him into the room and the two of them stood, wearing their own pajama pants and reminding Jackal of Bunta when he was in junior high. It seemed like forever ago, though it was only a few years.
“What do you guys want?” Bunta said, trying to act mean.
“The heater in our room is broken,” Kenta complained. “It is freezing in there.”
“And?” Bunta asked, snuggling against Jackal’s shoulder.
“We want to sleep in here with you,” Kenji said. “The combined body warmth should be enough.”
The twins nodded in unison and started to climb onto the bed. Bunta sat up. “Woah, I don’t think so!”
“Why? It’s not like you’re getting sex anyway,” Kenji said, planting himself on Bunta’s otherside and Kenta cuddled up next to Jackal, trying his best to look cute and innocent.
Bunta muttered, “I definitely won’t now.” Bunta snuggled back into place.
Jackal blinked. It seemed the twins had won and Bunta wasn’t going to put up much of a fight. He’d learned to deal with the whimsy of the Marui brothers a long time ago, so it wasn’t all that hard to brush this off as another eccentric moment. Besides, he’d be able to say he slept with three sexy redheads over the weekend and Bunta wouldn’t be able to get mad.
Jackal opened his eyes when he felt the rocking motion. At first he thought he’d been having a very pleasant dream, but he glanced down to see Bunta’s head on his chest and could feel the other rubbing himself against him.
Jackal flushed. The twins were right there and Bunta couldn’t even behave! “Bunta!” Jackal said in a harsh whisper. “Bunta, stop!”
But Bunta didn’t stop. Instead Bunta made a small noise and pressed his face against Jackal’s chest. It was at that moment that Jackal noted that two pairs of eyes were watching his face. The twins were awake.
“It’s late, Jackal-san,” Kenta, or at least he thought it was Kenta, purred up at him. “You should go back to sleep.”
Jackal stared at him a moment, dumbfounded. He heard an identical purr from his other side. “This is just a dream, Jackal-san. Just close your eyes and feel it.”
Jackal arched his neck to see past Bunta’s head and discovered that there were hands on Bunta’s rear. Hands that belonged to the twins. They were rocking Bunta against him. Bunta himself was still asleep!
The twins exchanged a look and then pressed themselves against Jackal’s outer thighs. “Just relax, Jackal-san,” Kenji prodded, nuzzling Jackal’s shoulder.
Jackal flushed, the rocking of Bunta’s hips against his was building up pressure in his groin. “Stop it, both of you. Do you have-" And then one of them covered his mouth.
“Quiet down, you’ll wake Niisan up,” the other one said. Jackal couldn’t keep track anymore, he tried to wiggle his arms free but the twins were lying on them.
Bunta made another one of his small, whimper-like noises that Jackal always had trouble ignoring. The twins both smirked and Jackal watched them squeeze Bunta’s rear, helping him move.
And Jackal hated the part of himself that was very, very turned on by what was happening, but the twins were very hot when they were being evil, and were too much like Bunta for him to honestly say he didn’t think they were sexy.
“That’s it, Jackal-san,” one of them purred into his ear. “Just give in. It’ll be really good.”
And then the two of them were sucking on his ear lobes in what must have been a choreographed maneuver and Jackal moaned softly himself. He could feel the twins smirk.
But it was late and Jackal had had a long day and was tired and didn’t really want to fight them off, and the feeling of the two of them, pressing against him, rubbing against him, just like Bunta was, was more than his brain could handle and he wrote the whole incident off as a dream as the movement picked up speed and Jackal found himself pressing back, and it felt good. . . .
Jackal’s eyes opened again much later to the sound of frantic whispers that reminded him of the time Bunta and Kirihara spilt Gatorade all over Yukimura’s bag and were trying to figure out how to explain it so they wouldn’t get maimed by Sanada.
Except there were three voices, all similar to each other that Jackal thought Bunta might have been talking to himself, but glancing in their direction he found himself alone in the bed and spotted Bunta and the twins talking in hushed tones that involved Bunta pulling on everyone’s hair. But in unison they glanced over at him, and they all three smiled and Jackal decided that it had definitely been a dream.
Until he sat up and started to shift and realized he was rather sticky. His eyes widen and the twins were snickering, and Bunta shoved the two of them out of his room with the speed that Kamio from Fudomine would be envious of.
Bunta smiled again at Jackal and made his way back to the bed, sitting on the edge and pushing part of his hair behind his ear. A useless gesture as the hair just fell right back into place.
“So. . . you, uh. . . slept well, I take it,” Bunta said, looking at the floor.
And Jackal was horrified, because that meant it had been a dream, a wet dream and the twins knew he’d had it and Bunta must be disgusted and embarrassed. . . .
Bunta reached out and touched his shoulder. “We’ll just forget this ever happened and I’ll make the twins wash our pants. It’s all their fault anyway.”
Jackal nodded as Bunta rose and left the room. He then paused half-way off the bed and replayed that in his head again. Our pants? The twins were at fault? But? Does that mean that?
Jackal closed his eyes and held his head. Somedays he thought he’d would have been saner if he’d dated Kirihara instead.
Fandom: PoT
Pairing: Jackal/Marui, *cough*
Warning: Incest.
Rating: Near smutty. ;)
Notes: Wrote this in half an hour. It's for Tan to tease her about her hiatus. Briefly glanced over for editting. My apologies in advance.
Jackal shook his head. “Your parents are home.”
Bunta pouted, “But it’s been so long. . . .”
“You can manage,” Jackal said, tossing Bunta a pair of pajama pants. “We aren’t sleeping naked with your parents here. We’ll be too tempted and they’d freak out anyway.”
Bunta stripped down and changed. “Some boyfriend you are. You’re supposed to tempt me into trouble. Not keep me out of it.”
“You find trouble well enough all on your own,” Jackal said, climbing into Bunta’s bed. “Just be glad your parents agreed to the sleep over.”
Bunta slid into bed next to him and snuggled up. He sighed and tried to fall asleep and almost succeeded when there was a knock on his door.
“We aren’t doing anything, Mom! I swear!” Bunta shouted.
“Good to hear,” Kenji said, opening the door. Kenji’s twin brother pushed him into the room and the two of them stood, wearing their own pajama pants and reminding Jackal of Bunta when he was in junior high. It seemed like forever ago, though it was only a few years.
“What do you guys want?” Bunta said, trying to act mean.
“The heater in our room is broken,” Kenta complained. “It is freezing in there.”
“And?” Bunta asked, snuggling against Jackal’s shoulder.
“We want to sleep in here with you,” Kenji said. “The combined body warmth should be enough.”
The twins nodded in unison and started to climb onto the bed. Bunta sat up. “Woah, I don’t think so!”
“Why? It’s not like you’re getting sex anyway,” Kenji said, planting himself on Bunta’s otherside and Kenta cuddled up next to Jackal, trying his best to look cute and innocent.
Bunta muttered, “I definitely won’t now.” Bunta snuggled back into place.
Jackal blinked. It seemed the twins had won and Bunta wasn’t going to put up much of a fight. He’d learned to deal with the whimsy of the Marui brothers a long time ago, so it wasn’t all that hard to brush this off as another eccentric moment. Besides, he’d be able to say he slept with three sexy redheads over the weekend and Bunta wouldn’t be able to get mad.
Jackal opened his eyes when he felt the rocking motion. At first he thought he’d been having a very pleasant dream, but he glanced down to see Bunta’s head on his chest and could feel the other rubbing himself against him.
Jackal flushed. The twins were right there and Bunta couldn’t even behave! “Bunta!” Jackal said in a harsh whisper. “Bunta, stop!”
But Bunta didn’t stop. Instead Bunta made a small noise and pressed his face against Jackal’s chest. It was at that moment that Jackal noted that two pairs of eyes were watching his face. The twins were awake.
“It’s late, Jackal-san,” Kenta, or at least he thought it was Kenta, purred up at him. “You should go back to sleep.”
Jackal stared at him a moment, dumbfounded. He heard an identical purr from his other side. “This is just a dream, Jackal-san. Just close your eyes and feel it.”
Jackal arched his neck to see past Bunta’s head and discovered that there were hands on Bunta’s rear. Hands that belonged to the twins. They were rocking Bunta against him. Bunta himself was still asleep!
The twins exchanged a look and then pressed themselves against Jackal’s outer thighs. “Just relax, Jackal-san,” Kenji prodded, nuzzling Jackal’s shoulder.
Jackal flushed, the rocking of Bunta’s hips against his was building up pressure in his groin. “Stop it, both of you. Do you have-" And then one of them covered his mouth.
“Quiet down, you’ll wake Niisan up,” the other one said. Jackal couldn’t keep track anymore, he tried to wiggle his arms free but the twins were lying on them.
Bunta made another one of his small, whimper-like noises that Jackal always had trouble ignoring. The twins both smirked and Jackal watched them squeeze Bunta’s rear, helping him move.
And Jackal hated the part of himself that was very, very turned on by what was happening, but the twins were very hot when they were being evil, and were too much like Bunta for him to honestly say he didn’t think they were sexy.
“That’s it, Jackal-san,” one of them purred into his ear. “Just give in. It’ll be really good.”
And then the two of them were sucking on his ear lobes in what must have been a choreographed maneuver and Jackal moaned softly himself. He could feel the twins smirk.
But it was late and Jackal had had a long day and was tired and didn’t really want to fight them off, and the feeling of the two of them, pressing against him, rubbing against him, just like Bunta was, was more than his brain could handle and he wrote the whole incident off as a dream as the movement picked up speed and Jackal found himself pressing back, and it felt good. . . .
Jackal’s eyes opened again much later to the sound of frantic whispers that reminded him of the time Bunta and Kirihara spilt Gatorade all over Yukimura’s bag and were trying to figure out how to explain it so they wouldn’t get maimed by Sanada.
Except there were three voices, all similar to each other that Jackal thought Bunta might have been talking to himself, but glancing in their direction he found himself alone in the bed and spotted Bunta and the twins talking in hushed tones that involved Bunta pulling on everyone’s hair. But in unison they glanced over at him, and they all three smiled and Jackal decided that it had definitely been a dream.
Until he sat up and started to shift and realized he was rather sticky. His eyes widen and the twins were snickering, and Bunta shoved the two of them out of his room with the speed that Kamio from Fudomine would be envious of.
Bunta smiled again at Jackal and made his way back to the bed, sitting on the edge and pushing part of his hair behind his ear. A useless gesture as the hair just fell right back into place.
“So. . . you, uh. . . slept well, I take it,” Bunta said, looking at the floor.
And Jackal was horrified, because that meant it had been a dream, a wet dream and the twins knew he’d had it and Bunta must be disgusted and embarrassed. . . .
Bunta reached out and touched his shoulder. “We’ll just forget this ever happened and I’ll make the twins wash our pants. It’s all their fault anyway.”
Jackal nodded as Bunta rose and left the room. He then paused half-way off the bed and replayed that in his head again. Our pants? The twins were at fault? But? Does that mean that?
Jackal closed his eyes and held his head. Somedays he thought he’d would have been saner if he’d dated Kirihara instead.
