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The Seven: Wanted Dead or Alive	By : Hairann Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2712 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Adjoining Rooms

Author: Hairann

Prompt: Discarded

Rating: M must be 18+ to read!

Genre: Action/Adventure, Romance, Western, Yaoi.

Word count: 1584

Warnings: Nudity.

Characters: Bankotsu and Jakotsu.

Summary: Part 4 of The Seven: Wanted Dead or Alive which is an AU story set in the 1800s of how the Band of Seven, the notorious outlaws, came together.

Prompt Summary: While waiting for his targets to meet, Bankotsu has some downtime.

As Bankotsu watched the man on the stool before him, wondering why he was dressed and acting like a woman, the man's dark eyes seemed to sparkle with amusement; apparently noticing he had realized his true gender. “Not interested in a good time? Is there perhaps something else I can offer then, Sugar? A hot meal or a room for the night?” he continued, apparently deciding to completely ignore the fact that his cover was blown.

About to dismiss him, figuring that since the conversation was over there was no reason to understand his strange behavior, Bankotsu stopped himself just short of voicing his decision to leave when he heard one of the saloon girls calling out over the sound of drunken laughter and piano music, “Your room's this way, Mr. Kumo.” Bankotsu turned his complete attention to the man she was referring to, taking in his height and estimated weight and decided he fit the description he was given of the man he was looking for; Kumo Gashira.

Keeping his eyes trained on the man being led upstairs by the saloon girl, Bankotsu instructed the man beside him, “I will take a room for the night. The one next to him.” If he found the request strange, the fake woman kept it to himself as he rose to his feet and disappeared for a moment. When he returned, he was holding a key and gesturing for Bankotsu to follow him. Doing so, he ignored the strange look he was getting from the barkeep and a few of the patrons; apparently they too knew the man's real gender.

As they made their way upstairs and down the hallway, Bankotsu noticed Kumo had entered his room just a moment before they arrived and the woman glanced up at him just before closing the door. Turning his attention back to his guide, Bankotsu watched as he was led to the next door and shown into the room. “This is one of our more expensive rooms since it has its own adjoining bathing room, however, it is the only possible room to have if you wish to be next to him.

“The rate is five dollars a night,” he continued, causing Bankotsu to turn to him in shock at the serious overcharge. “Like I said, it's one of our expensive rooms. Most rooms are only a dollar a night, but this one comes with the bathing room and full service from me. Since you aren't looking for a good time, that means preparing the bath, seeing to your meal and helping with any other daily necessities you might have. Unless of course, you would like to request someone else,” he suggested when he noticed the strange look Bankotsu was giving him.

Honestly he was a bit worried he was going to be turned away and replaced for another girl; as it usually happened when a patron realized he wasn't quite as female as he looked. As it was, he was barely scrapping by, making most of his money by doing odd jobs around the saloon rather than his actual job. It was very rare for a man to keep him around once he realized he was in fact the same gender.

He was supposed to make a dime off of each patron, though usually he was lucky if he managed to make that a day, but this one had ordered a five dollar room. Which meant, if he could hold onto him, he would make 50 cents easy. “Man or woman doesn't really matter since I'm only interested in your basic services. Just keep your hands to yourself,” Bankotsu warned before making his way into the bathing room and pressing his ear up against the wall.

He could just barely make out the giggles from the saloon girl on the other side. “If you do as I ask and not mention my presence or interest in the man in the next room, you will be paid well. Now, is there any way to hear what's going on in that room any better?” he inquired as he gestured toward the wall that separated them over his shoulder as he turned back to him.

“Provided they have a fire going, then yes,” he began as he moved over to the small fireplace in the room and began piling wood into it. “They use the same space to let smoke out so if his is open, their voices will carry into here. Just be warned, it works both ways so they will be able to hear you as well if they are in the bathing room. You'll need to whisper to avoid being overheard.”

“Very well. Start heating up the bath and then prepare a meal for both of us. We're going to be waiting for a while,” Bankotsu warned before making his way back out into the bedroom and taking a closer look around. To the left of him was the door leading back out into the hallway. To the right was a rather large bed and a door leading out onto a balcony. Ignoring the sounds of a fire starting in the other room, he headed over to the second door and tested it.

Unlocking it, he stepped outside to find himself right above the hitching post he had left his horse tied to. “Perfect,” he whispered, quickly working out an escape plan before making his way back inside and locking the door behind him. Heading back into the bathing room, and finding it empty, he tested the water and found it was slightly warm. Apparently he had already had the chance to add a pot of boiling water to the half full tub.

For a moment, he wondered how he had time to do so when Bankotsu hadn't been in the other room all that long, but soon decided it didn't matter. Removing his rawhide vest, Bankotsu hung it on the back of a nearby chair, no doubt placed there for that very reason, before unbuttoning his long sleeved shirt and repeating the process. Leaning against the edge of the tub, he pulled off his boots and socks; setting them next to the chair.

Lastly he removed his rawhide pants, pulling them down his hips to reveal the proof of his gender to the empty room. Ignoring the bead of sweat that slid down his chiseled and well tanned chest, Bankotsu added his pants to the pile and stepped into the tub; just managing to submerge his lower half as the saloon 'girl' made his way back into the room. “I left the meal in the other room,” he explained as he made his way over to the fireplace to remove the pan of heated water and carefully poured it into the tub without burning him.

Refilling the pot from water already in use, he set the pan back over the fire before noticing his pile of discarded clothes on the chair. Making his way over to them, he began to carefully fold them before putting them back and turning his attention to the man that was bathing. “Would you like me to wash your back?” he questioned as he grabbed a cloth from the pile on a nearby shelf and held it up for him to see.

“As long as it's just my back,” Bankotsu warned even as he leaned forward to give him access to his broad shoulders and well muscled back. Ignoring his appraising comment, he made sure not to make a sound, as the wet cloth was gently dragged across his back, trying to hear every sound coming from the room next door. Though he couldn't pick up much, since they remained in the bedroom instead of the bathing room which was the one that shared a wall with him, he could hear enough to figure out it was just the saloon girl and Kumo in there.

The man he was expecting him to meet would no doubt show up later after she was gone. Bankotsu was so focused on straining to hear that he didn't realize his braid was being undone until nimble fingers were already massaging soap into his scalp. Deciding it felt too good to care, he tilted his head back and allowed a moan of pleasure to escape his lips. Behind him, his massager smirked arrogantly before applying more pressure with his fingertips.

As the sounds of his appreciation began to rise in volume, the saloon 'girl' decided it was best to end things before his client became aware of the effect his moans had on his body. Rinsing the soap out of the long, silky strands, he wrung them out as best he could with his slender hands before draping them over the back of the tub and rising to his feet. Removing the pan from the fire, he carefully added the hot water to the tube before making his way back to his previous spot.

Lowering himself to the floor, he began to wring out more of the water with a towel before gently gliding a comb from root to tip. It was not long before he had him purring at the sensation his ministrations caused and he smirked to himself once more in self satisfaction. But his enjoyment was short lived as a noise was heard from the other room and Bankotsu pulled away from him as he strained to hear.
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