[fic] Brothers-In-Arms
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ickaimpWas 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.
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.
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Date: 2006-03-09 08:14 am (UTC)-hence, the cliffhanger of an ending.
-you're free to write Kazuha turning various characters into hash should the plunnies strike you. *chuckles* ^___^
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Date: 2006-03-09 08:39 am (UTC)btw, was Okita anywhere else besides that BRIEF appearance in ep263 (manga 31) ??
Hmm, I have 1sentence pairing I haven't finished that started in Dec and a Meine Liebe story dancing around in my head I'd like to do ... I don't like Kazuha much. Ooh, good solution, she kills Okita, tortures Heiji, Heiji has her arrested for murder, Heiji's free to be with Shinichi. Mettatashi, mettastashi. Or not ... ^^;;
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Date: 2006-03-09 08:14 pm (UTC)So Heiji might have also appeared in Yaiba, off screen.)
Hmm... What about Kazuha and Ran run off, due to their guys being morons and Heiji and Shin'ichi get together? (go HeiShin!) (go yuri!) ^_____^;;
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Date: 2006-03-09 08:26 pm (UTC)There's a Jake doujin (I think) I have that has an omake part of Haibara showing Ran & Kazuha just what H&S had been UP to lately (the main story) and their reactions are priceless.
LIKE the plot idea though ... don't think I could do yuri ... and yaoi so far runs better in my head than transposing to paper ~_~ Always liked Kazuha jealous of Heiji talking to someone on the phone and it was Conan (K3 murder).
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Date: 2006-03-09 09:13 pm (UTC)Basically he started Kid, did a few random shorts, kept up with Kid, did Yaiba, did some more Kid, started Conan, tosses Kid in Conan.
I have pretty much the full run of Yaiba manga (which is staying at Ysabet's house) and if you're used to DC, it takes a lot of getting used to. Gosho apparently started out being very whimsical and has since turned very logical. The stuff he gets away with in Yaiba couldn't happen in Conan. (talking sea cucumber for one, who later shows up in DC as Ran's cellphone charm)
*chuckles* That doujin sounds famliar... Hm...
Yeah, we were having a discussion on chat that it was a lot easier researching guy-sex than it was girl-sex. o_O Eh, go figure.
Both Ran and Kazuha are so jealous, it's almost not funny. But it is! XD
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Date: 2006-03-10 12:47 am (UTC)Was quite awhile after I knew Kid in Conan that Kid existed before Conan ^^
So very glad he got thrown into the series though!
OK, wasn't a JAKE doujin. It's LL by Jinnai Gumi. Was Satou bringing the news to Kazuha & Ran. Hakuba & Kid involved in this story too (a diversion of some kind being used by Haibara). Excellent doujin ^_____^
For once I'd like to see a doujin where the guys (any anime series), have first experience, aren't sex experts.
Yes, it is funny. *evil grin*
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Date: 2006-03-10 01:27 am (UTC)... Yaiba only has 24 volumes, then he blasts off to Mars with Sayaka on the back of Kusanagi.
Think my favourite doujinshi artist is J'z. There seems to be a time line with them, starts out Hei/Shin, turns Kai/Shin then the latest one I was able to find is Saguru/Kaito. (which has some great lines such as Kaito 'doesn't know what is going to come' as Saguru has him pinned up against a tree and they're both loosing clothing.) But Kaito's also musing on something Shin'ichi said as this is going on... ^^;; (I can't translate much)
Um... was commenting to the Prats on chat earlier (Yes, I took Ysabet's dare, the Vegas chapter of TGZ is gonna be lemon-scented) that they're going to be kind of embarrassed cause A: they don't make it horizontall and B: Much less out of their clothing.
-Hakuba's still making me do research for it. *sighs*
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Date: 2006-03-10 02:08 am (UTC)Only J'z I've had was a text only story with illustration at the bottom which got progressively smuttier ... KXS But I have a 7 J'z lot I won that I hope to
droolpour over next monthSeen a couple RanXKazuha and RanXSonoko doujins on YJP over the years.
Maybe even more than HeijiXKazuha ones ^^; To think when I started out looking for DCN doujinshi in 2001, I was only after SXR ... my how the path has veered ^^;;;
Gomen, you're losing me ... Prats? TGZ? So who's the pair in the lemon? The A & B sound good ("be careful what you wish for, you might get it") The C part goes without saying ;)