AfterShock

Mugen grunted as he was shoved violently onto the bed seconds before Jin covered him to devour his mouth. After the battle at Aftershock Jin had dragged him downstairs to check on everyone. His need to make sure all his co-workers and friends were alive and well rode him hard. After every person was accounted for, Inuyasha left to check on his father and brother. With their leader gone, everyone had begun to disperse. Heading to their homes, or places where they could take in the reality of what had just occurred. The senior Yokai members were handling the police as they began the clean up of the aftermath of battle It was then that Jin asked Mugen to come home with him. Of course Mugen had agreed. His body was on fire from the heady afterglow of the fight. They got into Jin's car and began the short drive to Jin's home. Mugen rested his head against the back of the seat, trying to look calm and relaxed even though his body was singing with liquid fire. He wanted to jump Jin, but after such an event, Mugen thought he would give the samurai some time to recover. This night had been physically and emotionally trying on everyone. What he hadn't expected was to be shoved into the wall of Jin's home while his dark-haired samurai assaulted his mouth and body. Jin's hands were everywhere, pulling the cloths off him, pinching, and stroking his sensitive body. Every time Mugen tried to turn the tables, Jin would pin his arms above his head while plundering his mouth. It didn't take him long to realize what Jin was after and when his samurai lover crouched between his legs, mouth ready to take is cock in, Mugen felt Jin's thumb rub over his hole. Brushing Jin's hair from his face Mugen wrapped his fingers tightly in black locks to pull the head away. The wrestling match that ensued left them both painting, hard, and ready for more. Mugen was pinned on his stomach with Jin's hand gripping his neck to hold him down. Mugen stared back at Jin, "Are you sure this is what you want?" Mugen felt Jin's body tense behind him, but his samurai would not look up. The hand on his neck relaxed, then left him. Mugen turned slightly to look up at Jin. Then man's arms were braced on the bed, bracketing him. "Jin." "I won't force you." Jin whispered. "That's not what I asked." Mugen was relieved when Jin's eyes met his, "Do you want me this way?" Mugen almost missed Jin's quiet response but the slight nod spoke volumes. Rolling back to his stomach he snarled, "Don't you start expecting me to willingly submit." Jin smiled, "I won't." Mugen tensed up when he felt Jin move behind him. "Is this your first time Mugen?" "Yes." Mugen hissed as his cheeks heated up. He gasped in surprise when Jin's hands parted his cheeks. He wanted to growl a reminder that even at his most brutal he had taken his time to prepare Jin's ass, but he ground his teeth together to keep quiet. His eyes widened when he felt something wet sweep across his hole. Turning, Mugen's eyes met Jin's laughing ones as his samurai lapped at his ass. Jin's tongue swirled around his hole and gently prodded at it. Leaning back Jin told Mugen where he kept his bottle of lube then went back to playing with the wild man. He smirked when Mugen hissed while reaching into the bedside stand. Stroking Mugen's cock, Jin licked the twitching entrance again, enjoying the way it twitched and tensed with every touch. Jin had been so lost in his lust before bringing Mugen home that he wasn't thinking straight. Had it not been for Mugen's question, Jin was sure he would have hurt this man in his haste. Now with some of the aggression gone, he planned to completely destroy Mugen with passion. Knowing this was Mugen's first experience strengthened his desire to drown Mugen in lust. Mugen dropped the bottle on the bed by his legs as Jin jerked him up to his knees. He couldn't say he enjoyed this position but the tingling in his body from Jin's tongue helped calm him. It felt good and Mugen knew he would be treating Jin to a similar experience in the near future. Jin's hand slowly drifted from his ass cheek to slide beneath him rolling his balls in his hand. Long fingers slid along his skin sending a shiver through his body. Before long he was breathing heavily through his clinched teeth while gripping the sheets in a vicious hold. He refused to moan, to make any sound that he was enjoying Jin's tongue on his hole. Then the agile appendage slid into him drawing a hiss from his lips as he fought pushing back onto Jin's tongue. Jin's thumb rubbed his gouch, sending shudders of pleasure along his nerves. "You seem to know what you're doing." Mugen tried to keep his voice calm and even but Jin pressed harder on his gouch making Mugen growl out the last few words. Jin leaned back, "I've done this before." Mugen snarled as he turned his eyes to his samurai. "Who?!" Jin smiled lightly at Mugen's murderous look, "When I was a teenager and experimenting. The who doesn't matter because I have not seen him since." Mugen's tense body relaxed slightly, but the fury in his eyes stayed. Jin was sure if he remembered the boys name Mugen would hunt him down and beat him senseless. Using Mugen's distracting rage, Jin slowly spread the lube on his fingers. When his slick finger met Mugen's entrance, the wild man's eyes widened as the anger drained out of those beautiful eyes, "Does it hurt?" Mugen looked away, his cheeks rosy, "It's just weird. Don't know why you enjoy this." Jin smirked as he pumped his finger into Mugen. He was truly grateful Mugen was allowing him the chance to top him. Before long he added a second finger as he stroked Mugen's cock. The wild man may not be making any noise, but Jin knew Mugen felt good. With every push into his wild man, Mugen would marginally push back. Twisting his hand and scissoring his fingers Jin Kept stretching Mugen slowly. He wanted to let out a victorious laugh when Mugen's body twitched and he let out a breathy gasp. Brown eyes met his with both surprise and question. Jin began to brutalize that spot, wanting Mugen to be a complexly destroyed mess on the sheets. Mugen couldn't control his voice anymore under Jin's onslaught. He both hated and loved the sensations rolling through his body. It felt really good, but his loss of control was a hard thing for him to accept. He desperately wanted to turn the tables on Jin, to have more control over this, but this moment was Jin's. When Jin's fingers left his body Mugen sent a silent prayer up to the gods for the break. "How do you want to do this?" Jin's voice was soft as his samurai gently ran his hand up Mugen's back. "This is good." Mugen answered. He didn't want Jin to see his face through this. He couldn't control himself and was absolutely sure it showed. A soft chuckle sounded behind him as Mugen buried his face in Jin's pillows. He tried to keep himself from tensing when he felt Jin press against him. It didn't hurt like he thought it would, but having Jin fill him felt strange. Jin held his breath as Mugen's body swallowed him. His hands were tight on Mugen's hips as he pressed deep. He wanted to say something, anything, but his throat was closed tight from the mind numbing pleasure of being inside Mugen's tight ass. "Get on with it. You're not gonna break me." Jin leaned down and rested his forehead against Mugen's back, "No, but I might." Mugen pushed back against him, drawing a hoarse groan from Jin's throat. "That good, huh?" Jin didn't have to see Mugen's face to know the wild man was grinning wide. Jin pulled from Mugen then thrust back hard. The resulting groan was a welcome response. Mugen felt embarrassed about the noises exiting his mouth from Jin's powerful thrusts. Every jarring motion sent liquid fire rolling through his veins. Gripping the sheets tighter, Mugen pushed back to meet every thrust. He had not expected such an mind numbing feeling to overtake him. Jin's hand slid into his hair, gripping a handful and pulling his head back. The powerful sensations of being manhandled were more than Mugen could take. He turned his head and met Jin's mouth with a passionate kiss. The change in position allowed Jin to slam into that sensitive spot inside him drawing yet another embarrassing sound from his throat. Reaching out, Mugen gripped the headboard tightly as his other hand went to his cock. There was no way he was going to last. Jin released Mugen's mouth and bit down on his shoulder. He was close. Reaching down, Jin wrapped his hand around Mugen's to aid in stroking the wild man's shaft. Picking up his pace, Jin held Mugen close as he lost it, filling his wild man with his release as Mugen's body tightened around him from his own release. He slid from Mugen's body and dropped to the bed on his back. Mugen rolled onto his while he panted. Jin turned to look at his lover as he lay on the bed, eyes closed, chest heaving. He wanted to reassure himself that Mugen had enjoyed it, but he couldn't form the words. "Well, that was different." Mugen's dark eyes opened to look at Jin, "Didja enjoy it?" Jin laughed as he covered his face with his hand and nodded. Leave it to Mugen to ask what he couldn't. "Don't be thinking this will be happening frequently." Jin dropped his hand to look at Mugen, "So it could happen again?" Mugen looked up at the ceiling, "I didn't hate it." That was as close of a yes as Jin was going to get. Then he started in surprise as Mugen burst into motion. His wild man was above him, "Now for payback." Jin squeaked as Mugen gripped his thighs and pushed them up until his knees touched his shoulders. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you're gonna cum without any touch to your cock." Jin gasped as Mugen's mouth covered his ass. True to his word, Mugen had tormented him. Every time he reached for his aching member, Mugen would pin his hand either above his head or at his sides and fuck him all the harder. By the end Jin had sprayed them both as he hoarsely screamed out through his orgasm. They lay on the bed completely exhausted, bodies completely wreaked. "At least I won't be the only one with a sore ass in the morning." Jin laughed at Mugen's true statement. Then strong arms surrounded him, pulling him close as Mugen buried his nose in Jin's hair. Jin tried to turn to look at Mugen, but the arms around him tightened. Then he felt something wet run across his skin. His hand clasped Mugen's as he began to worry. "Thank you." Mugen whispered. It was clear that his powerful lover was crying, "Thank you for not dying." Jin closed his eyes tightly as tears prickled his eyes. "Anytime." They lay there holding tightly to each other until sleep finally washed over them. *************************************************************************************************** How Sasuke had arrived at the Aftershock he couldn't say. He couldn't remember anything from leaving the warehouse to this moment. Everyone was celebrating their victory, and though they had every right, Sasuke felt bitter about it. This victory had come because his brother had been killed. Sure Itachi had been consumed by the evil that had filled his heart, but in the end he was still Sasuke's older brother. A brother he had loved so very much growing up. Looking down at his hands, he could still see the blood that seeped from Itachi's body. He wanted to scream at them, to tell them what this victory had cost them, had cost him, but his throat was too tight. A body spread his arms and wrapped around him. Pink hair filled his vision as another body pressed against his back. "Let's go home." A deep voice vibrated through him from behind. He was gently led from the building. All the while he was held by one person or the other until they entered their home. Sasuke looked around, not realizing what was going on. He felt hands on him, felt warm air surrounding him, and then warm water was flowing over his skin. The hands were rubbing cloth over his body slowly washing the evidence of what he had done from his pale skin. Before long he began to come to, pulling from his haze of shock. Sakura was standing in front of him as she finished washing him. Turning he met Gin's blue eyes as the man wrapped his arms around him. He didn't speak, words were not needed. Sakura wrapped her arms around him and this time he returned her embrace. He heard sobbing and was socked when he realized it was coming from him. He tried to fight it but his body only shook harder. "Just let it out." Gin said from behind him. He did. He cried while they dried him, while they dressed him and as they laid him in bed surrounding him with their love. When Sakura had seen Sasuke enter the building covered in blood she had been afraid. Fearful he had been injured, but the dull look in his eyes as he looked around spoke of a different type of wound. She knew then Sasuke had been the one to take Itachi's life. As he lifted his hands to look at them Gin and Sakura had surrounded him. They knew he needed comfort, needed to be reminded of what was here, who was here. He was so cold as she held him, her worried eyes had went to Gin, but there was only a quiet understanding there. It was as if Gin understood this kind of reaction. He had quietly led them home and instructed Sakura on what they should do. Now they lay in bed holding Sasuke's sleeping form between them. There were still tears rolling down his face but at least the sobbing had stopped. A hand gently caressed her cheek. Looking up into Gin's haunted eyes Sakura smiled, "He'll be okay. I promise." She nodded as Gin wrapped his arms around both Sasuke and her. *************************************************************************************************** Sesshomaru sat in the waiting room with his family and friends. His father, Sephiroth, and Kimimaro were currently in surgery, leaving their family in varying states of worry. Tsunade decided to personally oversee Kimimaro's surgery. Even though everyone's injuries were life threatening, Kimimaro had the added weight of holding Inutaicho's life in his hands. Being human put his injuries at the top of the list. That being said, Tsunade had personally picked the two working on Inutaicho and Sephiroth. Byakuya sat at his side with Yazoo's head in his lap. The poor boy had finally passed out after the torturous waiting. Kadaj sat near the door of the waiting room chewing on his thumb nail and Loz sat on the floor near Kadaj's feet. Even Inukimi looked rough as she sat rocking Mai while she slept. The waiting was killing him. He wanted to get up and start pacing but he knew that would just add to the tension of the room. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to look at his best friend. However, Byakuya was not looking at him. Following Byakuya's eyes to the door, Sesshomaru saw the three surgeons approaching. He was on his feet in an instant drawing the attention of everyone in the waiting room. Most of them were on their feet as Tsunade entered the room. "They have all pulled through. I will be keeping Kimimaro in an ICU room with Inutaicho for observation. The bullet went through Kimimaro's lung, tearing a good chunk out, but he will make a full recovery do to Inutaicho's demonic influence. Inutaicho was lucky. The bullet that left Kimimaro missed his heart by a hair's breath, but he has already begun to heal." The heavy air around them lightened only marginally. Tsunade's eyes rested on Sesshomaru. "Sephiroth had two knife wounds and was lucky they didn't do more damage. His recovery will be a long one." Her eyes stayed on his, he knew she was glossing over the details because Sephiroth's brothers were in the room. Looking around Sesshomaru asked, "Can we visit them tonight?" "Yes. I have already set up rooms." Turning to the triplets, she said, "The nurse will take you to your brother's room. He will be there shortly." As everyone began filing out, Sesshomaru stepped back to wait. Once everyone had left, Tsunade turned to him once again. "I know I don't have to tell you what happened." Sesshomaru shook his head. "No. I could smell it on the enemy and Sephiroth." She nodded, "Sesshomaru, that man really did some serious damage. Sephiroth can not leave for a while and when he does he will still need extensive care. This goes without saying, but you will be unable to mate with him until his insides completely heal." Sesshomaru already knew that. Even his inner demon was in agreement. They would not harm their mate. "May I go to his room now?" Tsunade nodded and turned to lead the way. When he entered the room the boys were already huddled around their brother. He looked so pale. "How long before he wakes?" Yazoo asked. "He is responsive. So, whenever he is ready he will wake." "Thank you." Sesshomaru whispered through his tightening throat.