ickaimp | [fic] Brothers-In-Arms

Was asked to post this so everyone to read it. Still horribly ashamed of myself for it. >_<

Warnings for Yaoi. Lemon rating. Okita and Heiji pairing. Please don't kill me.

Okita asked Heiji what he thought of hand-jobs.

Heiji paused, glancing over at his ponytailed friend. Kendo practise was over for the day and neither had any place to go to for several hours. So they were wasting some time in Okita's favourite past time... laying on a grassy hill staring at the sky, occasionally making comments about what ever came to mind.

He gave the question a moment's consideration, then shrugged. Not something he'd spent much time pondering. Usually he spent his time pondering cases, kendo and the latest weirdness that was following Kudo. He was sure they were wonderful things, but they weren't high on his list of priorities.

Okita looked thoughtful, then agreed. The conversation shifted to other things, as conversations do.

Heiji didn't give the question much thought afterwards. Okita came up with all sorts of crazy topics after kendo meets. One time they had discussed whether Martians really were green or grey and why weren't they bright blue with polka dots or something interesting like that. Or if the pink Nova donkey wasn't really an alien. It would explain so much.

They didn't meet again for several weeks, which was normal for them. Kendo meets, murder mysteries, distance and the usual time crush generally prevented them from hanging out.

Heiji had won their latest bout and he was feeling pretty good about it. Okita made the obligatory comments about beating him next time and that was just fine. Didn't matter who won or lost with them, just so long as they fought, fought well and fought hard.

Besides, the grumbling after a fight was fun too.

They talked about stuff that had happened since the last time they'd met, murder cases and what his father was finding disproval with now for Heiji, kendo practise and what his Grandfather was finding disapproval with now for Okita.

They'd been debating baseball, Heiji was a die-hard Hanshin Tigers fan while Okita tended to favour the Orix Buffaloes, which Heiji thought was completely traitorous of the Kyoto-bred swordsman, when Okita had rolled next to him. That had been enough to distract Heiji from the argument, this was new and kind of different.

But not quite as new and different as when Okita put his hand on Heiji's crotch.

He'd been slightly hard while talking, coming down off the adrenaline rush from the fight; one of those pleasantly mildly buzzed ones, not even worth adjusting his pants for.

It didn't stay that way for long, with the warmth and the pressure of Okita's hand on him. There was a brief thought about possibly punching the other boy for groping him like that, but it quickly passed in favour of 'Mm. Good. More'. Besides, he and Okita had been swinging swords at each other for years now and they still hadn't killed each other; chances weren't likely that Okita would take this as an opportunity to so.

After that things got a little blurry and he remembered Okita pressing a kiss on Heiji's temple and muttering about 'Kyoto' and 'Train' before disappearing.

When Heiji's brain finally finished rebooting, he was highly aware that he'd made a mess of his pants. More specifically, in his pants, and at eighteen years of age, that was just highly embarrassing. And uncomfortable. And he still had to get home.

He spilled water from a nearby drinking fountain all over his chest and front of his jeans, then tied his jacket around his waist, just in case. The walk home was strange; it felt like he was silently broadcasting that he'd gotten a hand job from one of his closest friends to everyone who walked by. As it was, he got a lot of strange looks.

It was another several weeks before he saw Okita again, for a match at school. He'd been expecting it to be weird, but Okita was his usual strange self and Heiji relaxed. They fought, they bantered and when the match finished up, they ended up stretched out on the grassy hill overlooking a river again, staring at the clouds.

This time Heiji rolled over and put his hand on Okita's crotch. And, much to his personal satisfaction, he made it -inside- Okita's pants. And had the grace to offer Okita a spare handkerchief to clean himself up with before riding back home.

This started a new pattern. They'd meet up like they usually did, fight, both with words and swords, find someplace quiet and preferably sunny and grassy and grope around a bit. Or at least they groped around a bit until someone figured they could use mouths and by gods that was the Greatest Thing Ever.

... at least until they figured out fucking. The internet was helpful. Buying condoms was a bit embarrassing, but he managed it, especially after reading about some stuff that could happen if they didn't. Okita got them too.

Once they made out in the dojo. They both felt sort of guilty for it afterwards and never did it there again. The dojo was a sacred place for learning swordsmanship, not playing with each other's swords.

Instead, they discovered the showers. Showers were wonderful things. For one thing, you were already naked to begin with. It also made everything much faster and easier to clean up.

It wasn't that they were 'in love' or a romantic couple. Okita was the sixth Okita Soushi, great-great-grandson of the famous First captain of the Shinsengumi. And as such he was expected to uphold the family's traditions and values, in some cases whether he wanted to or not. Heiji was the son of the 'Oni Heizo', the Director General of the Osaka Prefecture, and as such he had his own family's history and expectations to uphold.

They were also the strongest fighters in their schools. This didn't mean the -strongest-, Onimaru Takashi and Kurogane Yaiba from Ekoda could still hand both of them their asses on a plate, so could Heiji's Okan and Okita's Grandfather.

But the others didn't -get- it. They were fighters, they were warriors and there was no enemy to face at the point of their swords. Okita understood the battle hunger, the fire in his belly that raged to come out. Solving murders helped, it soothed the ache for a while, gave him an opponent to battle. Murders were great for the brain, but not the body.

They weren't just fuck buddies, they were friends, more than friends, but it wasn't like they were dating. They were Brothers in Arms. They understood each other on a basic level. They -got- it. Sex was just an extension to that. They kissed, they fought, they fucked and they laughed with each other. Heiji teased Okita that he looked like a girl with his hair down. Okita suggested what Heiji could do with that spike of hair that stuck out from the side of his head.

It was good. Heiji didn't question it, it just worked.

At least he didn't question it until Kazuha walked in on them in the shower, Okita halfway in Heiji. Everyone froze, staring at each other.

Then Okita grinned and invited Kazuha to join them.

-fin-

Was trying to avoid the whole 'friends with benifits' cliche, dunno if we completely avoided it. ^^;;

*sighs* found out we made a mistake with the heist list, is 'Red Tear', not 'Lead Tear'. >_< Geh. Oops. Will correct.