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Bankotsu wakes Sango in the middle of the night, his dick hard and his hunger apparent when he slips under the blankets and pushes her legs apart. He forces her to cum on his lips with a cry, fingers buried in his hair. He rolls her onto her stomach and eats out her ass while he’s at it and by the time he’s done she’s shaking and whimpering, ready for his cock again. He slides up her back and fucks into her hard and fast, gripping her ass and biting into her shoulder as he cums with a hoarse groan.
He wants her again when the sun is coming up. Sunlight shines into the room and over her naked form, brown hair glowing on her head with a red tint. She’s on her side, her back to him and he presses against her, reaching around her hip to slip his fingers between her folds. She wakes up with a whimpered protest and he pulls her back against him, angling his hips and sheathing himself deep into her wet heat. She cums softly around him, a soft mewl coming from between her lips as he gently fucks her through her orgasm. Her quivering pussy walls around his cock pulls him over the edge to join her.
Bankotsu wakes to the feel of Sango slipping out of the bed.
The sun shines brightly in his room, maybe around 10 in the morning. He’s fucking sore and his body feels dirty like maybe he came all over himself instead of inside her. But he feels fucking good, all the way down to his bones, he feels loosed and relaxed. So, he watches with low lidded eyes as she makes her way around the bed. Before letting his eyes follow the long hair spilling down her back to rest on the smooth curve of her ass. Then she makes her way to the dresser, where his three guns are still sitting from yesterday.
He doesn’t move, waiting as she pauses at his dresser. His heart pumps hard in his chest, adrenaline making his fingers tingle. He can flip off the side of the bed in a heartbeat, push his mattress up for cover and grab one of his guns he keeps on his box string. He holds his breath and watches as she lifts a hand slowly and it hovers over his Glock-17 before it goes to the right and she’s picking up her plate of food from last night. Bankotsu sighs, feeling his body relax into the bed as she turns around.
“That probably isn’t any good,” he says as he sits up, digging his palm into his eye. He doesn’t miss the way she jumps, must have been thinking he was still sleeping. Sango brings the plate up to half way cover her breasts while her other hand covers between her legs, all modest even after he fucked her three times and rimmed her like her life fucking depended on it just hours ago.
“I’m hungry,” she whispers and Bankotsu chuckles, eyes wondering up her naked frame, warmth spreading from his gut. The bite marks on her legs have faded light in color now as well as the marks on her neck but the bruises on her ribs are still a bit dark, turning yellow in some areas as it heals.
“I’ll make you breakfast,” he mumbles, pushing the sheet off him and standing from the bed, stretching and groaning as his back pops. He’s semi hard, from it being morning, from her naked body, who fucking knows but he feels it twitch as her eyes wonder over him. She blushes and looks away and he gives his dick a hard tug as he reaches for the plate in her hand. “You wanna come with me? We can shower first.”
“Oh, you’re asking for permission now?” she huffs, crossing her arms over her chest and forcing her breasts to push up. He smirks as he moves passed her, dragging the fingers of his free hand a crossed her chest, watching the way she flusters.
“I do ask permission from time to time, you know,” he chuckles, he puts the plate back on the dresser where she got it, opening the door for her and gesturing towards the hall way. She picks up her shirt from the floor and pulls it back on for the two steps it takes to get to the bathroom. He closes and locks the door behind them, moving around her to turn on the shower. She stands by the door the whole time, arms wrapped around her stomach and eyes glued to him as he grabs them towels before pulling his braid over his shoulder. He undoes the braid with quick fingers, watching her as she’s watching him. When he’s finished he pushes his hair back over his shoulder and pulls the shower curtain further back, gesturing for her again to step forward.
She blushes but tugs her shirt up and over her head before stepping over the lip of the shower and under the spray. She moans softly and Bankotsu can only stare as she runs her hands over her face and through her hair as it grows wet, water running down her body in rivets. She’s gorgeous, body soft and supple already growing flushed from the hot water. He steps in behind her, fingers curling around her hips. His heart pounds in his chest, something he’s beginning to get use to the more he’s around her, his body growing warm as blood thunders in his ears. Sango goes still under his hands, glancing over her shoulder at him.
He smirks, moving her from under the head of the shower so that he can stand under it instead, letting the hot water run over his head and down his shoulders, his muscles immediately relaxing, the tension in his back falling away. He runs his fingers through his hair, feeling another smirk pull at his lips at the sight of Sango staring at him too, arms wrapped around her stomach again, eyes trailing down his chest over his stomach and down to his thickening length.
Desire warms his insides, spreading hot all the way to his toes and he can’t stop himself from reaching for her, pressing her wet body against his. Her hands go to his chest in a weak attempt to keep him at bay but don’t stop him from kissing her, pulling her tongue out against his and biting at her lips. The shower suddenly seems so much hotter as she whimpers against his mouth, her knees suddenly bending, giving out from under her, his arms keeping her up right. Bankotsu pulls away with confusion to look at her.
“The fuck just happened?” he asks, pulling her away enough to look down at her legs, a confused frown tugging at his lips when he doesn’t find anything. He fucked the shit out of her last night but he doesn’t think he hurt her, surely didn’t sound like he was hurting her. “Are you hurt?”
Her eyes are dazed and distant when he looks up at her and she shakes her head, “N-No, my knees…” she blushes hotly, more than just an aroused blush but an embarrassed one and Bankotsu turns her, presses her against the cool tiled wall.
He pushes her wet bangs back, other hand running down her side to grip her hip. He doesn’t know what she’s babbling about but as long as she’s not hurt he really couldn’t give a fuck. He licks water off her neck, sucking her skin between his teeth. She shakes against him and he groans as her leg comes up to hook around his hip.
“Wanna fuck me, Sango?” he mumbles into her flushed flesh, running his hand down her thigh. Her arms wrap around his shoulders, her head moving to the side to give him more room but she doesn’t answer, mewling lowly as he grinds his hard cock between her moist folds. He throbs at the sound, breath coming out harshly. He kisses up her neck suddenly wanting her closer, wanting to feel every inch of her against him. He lifts her other leg, wrapping it around his waist and looks down to see the way he sinks into her.
She cries out, head tilting back and back arching off the slick wall. Bankotsu situates his hands on her ass, holding her up as he spreads his legs into a steady stance. It’s a bit awkward as he pulls out and pushes back in, trying to get a good rhythm. Even as he works to get it right Sango doesn’t seem to mind, arms clinging to his shoulders, hips twitching between him and the wall, moans and sighs like beautiful songs coming from her lips.
He groans when he finds a good tempo, lifting his head up to search for her lips. She tilts her head down to meet him, teeth digging into his bottom lip and Bankotsu almost cums, growling into her mouth as pain pinches in his lip down to his chin and all the way to his dick.
He thrusts a few more times before he slows down to a hard grind, not wanting it to be over yet, enjoying the way she nibbles at his lips at the way her nails dig and drag down his shoulders, her walls clenching and fluttering around him and he thinks she’s probably the best thing that’s ever happened to him, that he would finally be happy and whole if they stayed right here in this shower fucking forever.
“Stay with me,” he growls against her lips and everything stops.
Her nails stop, her mouth pulls off his and Bankotsu groans in frustration, leaning up to kiss her again but she turns her head away from him.
“What did you say?” she whispers, so low he barely hears her over the water. He shifts her in his arms, bending his knees to take some of her weight on his thighs so he can rest his forearm along the wall next to her head.
Her brown eyes are dark with lust but something else flickers in them, regret maybe, he doesn’t fucking know but he knows he wants to cum and he wants her to cum and why aren’t they cumming together right now?
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. Can we…?” He shifts his hips, grinding into her and her eyes flutter but she gets that stubborn clench to her jaw and he sighs because there’s no way in hell they’re going to finish with her looking at him like that. “What?”
“You want me to stay with you?”
Bankotsu sighs, slipping out of her and gently setting her down on the floor, placing his hands on both sides of her head against the wall. “Could we get back to it if I said I was just caught up in the heat of the moment?”
She glares at him and he rolls his eyes, reaching down to give his softening cock a few tugs, it’s pointless though, it does nothing to bring him back to life. He doesn’t like the feel of her looking at him like that, like she can’t believe what she’s hearing. She was kidnapped after all, brought here against her will and now he’s asking her to stay, what the fuck, right? Bankotsu understands why she’s looking at him like that, he would look at him like that too but he also didn’t think he would enjoy her so much.
“Why did you guys take me?” she asks suddenly, this question coming from left field and it occurs to him that they never told her why, that she never asked. She spent days locked in a bedroom not knowing why, not knowing if she would be killed or beaten and raped or if she would ever see her family again. Although he saw her fear at times she never showed how terrified she must have been by her situation, she was always stubborn and defiant, determined to go out with her head held high. The revelations make his dick grow hard all over again , she’s a strong woman, mentally and physically and Bankotsu suddenly wishes she really was his, so intensely that he can’t breathe, heart thundering in his chest.
Her eyes narrow and she pokes him in his chest, bringing him from his thoughts. “Hey, I asked you a question, Bankotsu, why did you guys kidnap me in the first place?”
“Do you know Ginkotsu?” he asks suddenly and she leans back against the wall again, arms wrapping around her middle as her eyes flicker. “He’s one of my brothers and he’s a permanent resident at Hidden Cross Hospital, all thanks to Kaiko Taijiya.”
Sango doesn’t say anything but she doesn’t have to for him to see the sadness brewing in her dark eyes. He smirks, lifting his hand from the wall to brush his fingertips down the side of her face and along her jaw to rest on her chin. “He was on a job for Naraku in the 49th district, I mean honestly he shouldn’t have been alone but he was, all he had to do was move two kilos of cocaine from the warehouse on 5th street to the warehouse on 10th street.”
His body suddenly feels cold despite the water still being hot, despite the fact that Sango’s body is flushed and naked in front of him. He can still remember the night they got the call that Ginkotsu was dying. “They followed my brother for five blocks and jumped him the moment he got out the car. They dragged his lifeless body all the way to the 54th district and to that warehouse on Jacob Street, you know the one,” he says and he knows she does because it’s her father’s base of operation, it’s where he literally does everything. Her eyes flicker with recognition and shame but still she doesn’t say anything, letting him continue. “They took him to Taijiya all the way up on the tenth floor. They beat him and tortured him, your dad pistol whipped him so good and so long that he’ll never be able to see out of his right eye again, and then put that same gun in his mouth,” Bankotsu pauses to press his fingers to Sango’s mouth.
Her lips part without much of a fight and he mimics his hand into a gun, index finger and middle finger pushing under her tongue, his thumb pointing up towards the ceiling. “And then he shot him two times under his tongue and through his chin.”
She has tears in her brown eyes now but it does nothing to sooth the rage brewing hot in Bankotsu’s chest. He pulls his fingers from her mouth to grab her jaw, fingers digging into her cheeks. “We took you, so that he could know how it felt to have a loved one taken from him, so he could understand how it felt to get someone back that is broken beyond repair.”
She’s trembling slightly but her eyes look at him with sadness, with despair and Bankotsu crushes his mouth against hers, anything to get that fucking look off her face. She whines into his mouth but doesn’t fight him, arms wrapping around his shoulders gently even as he bites her lip, fucking his tongue into her mouth and grabbing her ass to pull her tight against him. She still holds him gently and he feels something fall away in his chest, making the weight there feel just a bit more bearable.
Things had gotten too heavy, he didn’t need her looking at him like that; like she was sorry, like it was her fault that Ginkotsu was the way that he was now. They both knew it wasn’t, it was her father but they had chosen her, she would be the one to pay the price for his actions. This was never how things were supposed to go, she wasn’t supposed to enjoy morning showers with him, she wasn’t supposed to enjoy his touch as much as she clearly does and he wasn’t supposed to want her to stay with him.
He’s fucked.
Bankotsu kisses Sango until she’s dazed and breathless, face flushed and eyes far away. The water is beginning to get cold so he puts her under the spray and laughs when she jumps, a shriek ripping out from her throat, before she starts swatting at him. By the time they’re finished the water is ice cold and Bankotsu’s dick is completely soft because of it. He wraps a towel around her trembling form when they get out, rubbing her arms to help warm her up as he walks her back to his room. He gives her a fresh shirt and a pair of his shorts before drying off himself and putting his damp hair back in a lose braid.
“If your plan was to get revenge on my father, then why haven’t you done it yet?” she whispers from the other side of the bed, pulling the string on his pants so they stay on her hips. Bankotsu tugs a shirt over his head before giving her a shrug.
“Naraku wanted to cut a deal with him first. We’ll get to kill him in the end.”
Sango scuffs, “My father doesn’t negotiate with terrorist.”
Bankotsu arches an eyebrow. “Not even for his only daughter?”
She doesn’t answer, instead asking another question of her own. “What if he doesn’t accept the deal?”
He doesn’t know why she would ask that, did family mean nothing to him. Would he let his daughter be murdered for his drug empire? He wasn’t very sure of their relationship; Kaiko did well in keeping his kids out of the line of fire. Well he had, until Bankotsu and Jakotsu got their hands on her.
“Then you die too.”
Sango freezes, bangs falling into her eyes as she stares at him. Bankotsu smirks and makes his way slowly to her, hands coming up to cup her neck. His thumbs press in lightly and she takes his wrists in her small hands, brown eyes shimmering with just the smallest hint of fear but he can already see something else working behind the scenes, gears turning and jaw clenching tight enough that he can feel the tension in her neck. She was scared but she was a fighter and she was ready.
“That’s Naraku’s plan,” he mutters, pulling her just a little bit closer to him. “But not mine.”
And just like that, he feels the tension melt away from under his fingertips. “And what’s your plan?”
He shrugs, dropping his hands from around her to make his way to the door. “Haven’t thought of one yet.”
He leaves the door open and she catches the hint only thirty seconds later, following him down stairs. Suikotsu and Mukotsu are on the couch, Renkotsu coming in through the front door as they make their way down the stairs. Sango sticks close behind him and he can’t help but find it funny that’s she’s sticking close to the most dangerous person in the house. She would probably have a better chance of escape if she actually put distance between them; he won’t let her on to that though. He can clearly see how uncomfortable she is around his brothers, putting a hard front up.
Mukotsu can barely look him in the eye and Bankotsu doesn’t blame him. He grits his teeth, swallowing down his anger from last night. He was going to have a long fucking talk with him later, but not now, while in front of Sango. He pats Suikotsu on the shoulder as he walks by the couch. “I’m going to need that pill, Sui.”
“I’ll have it for you by the end of the day.”
He gives him an appreciative nod before taking a red-faced Sango into the kitchen. He sits her at the same stool as yesterday and pulls eggs and bacon from the refrigerator, feeling his frustration forming as tension knots in his shoulders and back. She covers her face for a second, clearly embarrassed about the pill thing just now before she pulls her hands from her face as he pulls a skillet from the drawer.
“The short one,” Sango starts slowly. “He was outside my door last night, wasn’t he?”
Bankotsu rips open the bacon packet, glancing at her for over his shoulder. Her hands are laced together on the table now chestnut eyes low and dark.
“Yeah,” he mutters, laying the bacon on the skillet once it’s hot enough, the smell makes his stomach grumble. He wonders how she could have known that about Mukotsu, did she hear him?
“What was he doing?”
“He was probably planning to knock you out and then fuck your unconscious body,” he answers honestly.
Sango is silent long enough for Bankotsu to look over his shoulder at her again. She looks ready to vomit, her hand covering her mouth while the other grips the edge of the counter. Her eyes though, they say otherwise. They narrow down, turning cold with a fury that he hasn’t seen since their night in the alleyway. He’s missed that look.
He sighs longingly as he turns back to the bacon, giving a careless shrug to her reaction. “He’s always been like that for as long as I’ve been like this.”
“Messed up?”
“Yeah.”
None of them have ever been considered ‘normal’. Not by a fucking long shot, there would never be any other kind of life for them. He wonders if Sango forgot that she wasn’t safe here, wonders if she felt fear when she heard him outside her door.
“I’m friends with Inuyasha so…I’ve heard about you guys and the things you do,” she says softly.
Bankotsu smirks. “Is that right? What have you heard?”
“That you’re murders, drug dealers, do all of Naraku’s dirty work.”
Bankotsu flips the bacon, they sizzle louder than before. “Sounds about right but Inuyasha is no angel. Don’t you deal in his shit too? Let’s not forget the shit your dad’s in.”
“We don’t just go around murdering people because someone told us to do so,” she says, having the fucking nerve to sound haughty. Bankotsu rolls his eyes and opens his mouth to retort until Sango speaks again voice softer this time. “Why do you do it?”
He blinks, the words falling from his lips easily without much thought. “No reason really, mostly because I’m good at it and really fucking enjoy it.”
“I see,” she mutters, sounding far and distant. He turns around to look at her, finding her eyes down cast, lip poking out in a pout. He actually can’t read her right now, doesn’t know what that face is supposed to mean. He turns the heat down on the stove before making his way around to her. He isn’t exactly sure where in their conversation her mood took a turn. He grips her hips and pushes her to face him on the stool.
“What is it? What’s the problem?”
She looks away from him, fingers balling up into her large white t-shirt. “N-Nothing, it’s nothing, really.”
“Fucking lair,” he mumbles, titling her chin and forcing her to look up at him. Tears shine in her eyes and the sight makes his chest tight yet at the same time his dick stirs and he groans, leaning down to kiss her. He kisses her softly, sucking on her lips and tongue instead of biting, fingers tangling into her hair to pull her closer to him. He never thinks he’ll get enough of her, kissing her, touching her, fucking her; he wants her all the time, his body aching with the need to be closer, craving her. He feels the urge to ask her to stay again on the tip of the tongue she’s sucking on but he swallows it, pushing it deep down.
“Let’s go back to bed,” he groans into her mouth, licking up her breathy sigh.
“Not without eating first,” she sighs, breathless and he chuckles pulling away from her reluctantly with a smile before making his way back to the stove. He fries her up two eggs and three for himself, sitting next to her at the island.
“So why don’t you fight anymore to get away?” he asks, she got to ask her question, he thinks it’s only right that she answers a few of his. He doubts that it was his dick that made her want to stop resisting them so much.
She looks at him from the corner of her eye, crunching on bacon. “I’m waiting for a better opportunity.”
He nods slowly, “What if you don’t get one?”
“Then I’ll make one and literally fight for my life. I won’t make anything easy for you assholes.”
Bankotsu laughs, low and throaty “Damn, girl, you really know how to get a man going.”
She gives him a look, bangs brushing into her eyes and his hand twitches with the urge to brush them away. “You really get turned on by violence, don’t you?”
“Yeah, that and you.”
He enjoys the way she looks away from him, pink spreading up her cheeks and painting the tips of her ears red.
“What turns you on?” he asks after they’ve about half way done. She grows red again, playing with her last piece of bacon and carefully keeping her eyes off him, long lashes brushing against her flushed cheeks.
“I don’t know,” she whispers and he laughs, stuffing his last bite of eggs in his mouth.
“I think you like getting your ass ate, that’s what I think.”
Sango literally chokes on her bacon, hunching forward and pounding on her chest as she coughs harshly, face growing a concerning shade of red. Bankotsu can’t help the way he laughs, doubling over and holding his stomach, her reaction priceless. She’s so easy to get fluttered that it’s almost astonishing to him, he fucking loves it. When he’s composed enough and her coughing has simmered down to harsh grunts and clearing her throat he gets up to get her a glass of orange juice.
“I almost died!” she declares a bit dramatically as she takes the glass from him.
Bankotsu chuckles again, rubbing her back. “Never knew that about yourself, did you?”
“Shut up!” she growls but there’s no venom in her voice, her face and chest matching in a red hue.
Bankotsu smiles, fingers brushing lightly up and down her back. She’s really pretty when she’s embarrassed her brown eyes bright and lip sticking out. He really likes the look on her face and he wonders what other faces she would be willing to show him, would she smile for him, would she cry for him?
“What?” she says softly, pulling him from his thoughts, “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Bankotsu shrugs, dropping his hand from her back he takes her wrist, tugging her off the stool. “Wanna watch some TV?”
“TV?” she mumbles but she lets him lead her into the living room without a fight. “Why are you being so nice to me?”
He arches an eyebrow as he falls onto the bigger couch a crossed from the TV, pulling her down next to him. He doesn’t miss the way her eyes dart towards the front door. He wonders if the entire time she’s been here if at any point did he ever make her forget about escaping, at any point would he be able to make her forget that she was actually here against her will, would he be able to make her want to stay with him?
“I guess you could say I started being nice when you stopped resisting so damn much.”
It’s the truth, since the night he gave her several amazing orgasms, she’s lost a lot of her fight. Though she hasn’t lost any of the light in her eyes, it may dim from time to time but it’s never actually left her. She hasn’t given up yet, he knows she isn’t the type.
Sango huffs, crossing her arms over her chest and bringing her legs up onto the couch, making herself comfortable.
“Who trained you, anyways?” he asks, placing his arm along the back of the couch so he can tangle his fingers in her hair.
“My father started training my brother and me at a fairly young age, I guess it comes with being the children of a kingpin,” she explains. Bankotsu tugs gently at her hair at the mention of her father. He doesn’t understand how a woman like Sango came from a bastard like him. He supposes it doesn’t matter, the man would end up dead soon enough and he would have his daughter all to himself.
“Well, you’re an animal, woman. Not near strong enough to defeat me but you put up one hell of a fight.”
Sango glares at him. “You think I can’t beat you?”
“If you could, you would have already.”
“Fuck you!”
Bankotsu laughs, pulling harder on her hair. “You would like that wouldn’t you?”
She hisses through clenched teeth and actually slaps him in his chest, it has no force behind it but he lets her hair go, threading his fingers through the thickness of it to massage her scalp. Her face turns the lightest shade of pink and she looks away from him, crossing her arms back a crossed her chest.
Bankotsu stares at her for a second longer, enjoying how easy it is to get her flushed, before actually turning on the TV. She immediately gets sucked in and he thinks when she’s not training her ass off that she’s probably a couch potato like himself. Maybe it’s because she’s gone without TV for a week or so or maybe she really does enjoy it as much as he does. They’re watching an episode of Family Feud and she seems completely entertained, calling out answers and letting the families on the TV know when they’ve called out something completely stupid.
He finds watching her far more amusing than watching anything the TV could give him.
One boy on the TV reminds her of her little brother.
“His name is Kohaku. He’s probably worried sick about me. We’ve always been really close, Dad isn’t around much and our mom is a drunk. We’ve always looked out for each other,” she says. He doesn’t know why she’s suddenly telling him this but he doesn’t stop her, listening quietly, watching the way his fingers tangle in her hair. “He was never as strong as me so Dad was always harder on him, to cheer him up I would take him out for ice cream. The day after the club, we were supposed to go to the movies. He’s old enough to take care of himself now, but we’ve always done those things together. I can’t imagine what he’s feeling right now.”
Her brown eyes shimmer, long lashes suddenly wet with tears, fingers busy tugging on a lose thread of her shirt. He can’t say that he doesn’t feel bad because he does. His intention was never to hurt her brother, he was unfortunately collateral damage. If he told her as much she would probably try and claw his tongue out. There’s nothing he can say right now to make her feel better, it’s amazing that he even wants to but something pulls tight in his stomach at the look on her face. He wonders if she would ever make that face while thinking about him.
“He’ll see you soon enough.”
The words slip out of him without permission from his brain and Sango looks up at him so suddenly that a tear slips out her eye, running smoothly down her pale cheek. Bankotsu brushes it away with his thumb, her hair still tangled in between his fingers.
He feels a small smile pull at his lips. “What? I told you I wouldn’t let Naraku kill you.”
She stares at him and he lets her, meeting her eyes head on until she either finds what she’s looking for or can’t stand it any longer. She turns her gaze away from him, her lips pulling up gently as she gives out a small disbelieving laugh. She wipes her face, pushing his hand away in the process.
“Look at us, we sound like friends or something,” she whispers, trying to lighten the tension that is suddenly surrounding them, clearly uncomfortable. She combs her fingers through her hair and again he wonders who she’s trying to look good for, when he realizes with a hard thump of his heart that it’s him, she’s trying to look good for him.
If only she fucking knew.
Bankotsu can’t stop the way he leans towards her, lifting his hand to cup her cheek and angle her face back to him. “Friends don’t do what we do,” he mumbles lowly before pressing his lips against hers.
She lets out a surprised noise against his lips, small hands coming up to press lightly against his chest. He cups the back of her neck with his other hand and leans harder against her, pulling her bottom lip into his mouth and sucking softly until she’s opening up for him on a whimper. He licks into her mouth, coaxing her tongue to move with his, wet and slow and deep, sending fire down his spine to rest heavy and low in his stomach. He groans, drinking up every drop of her that she’s willing to give him.
Bankotsu let’s himself get completely lost in her, falling deep and drowning in the taste of her, in the smell of her. She’s completely surrounded him; he doesn’t know how he would even find his way out of her, if he even wanted too. He doesn’t want to; he wants to stay like this, lost in her forever.
Seriously. He’s fucked.
He kisses her for as long as she’ll let him, which is actually a pretty long time. Family Feud is off, replaced by some other gaming show and Bankotsu is pretty surprised none of his brothers have made an appearance yet. He’s really fucking grateful. Her lips and cheeks are pink when they pull away, even her chin is a bit pink, chocolate brown eyes glazed over and dazed and Bankotsu can’t help the smug pride that fills his chest at making her that way. He brushes his fingers through her hair.
“Can I ask you for something?” she asks suddenly, voice soft.
“Hmm?”
“Can we go outside?”
Bankotsu arches a thin eyebrow at her and Sango shies away from his gaze, glancing over his shoulder at the large living room window behind him.
Letting her outside would be fucking stupid. She has lean strong legs that could probably carry her far, very fast. There’s no doubt in his mind that she wouldn’t be easy to catch if she were to get out on him. He would like to think that they’ve come to some sort of understanding in the short amount of time that they’ve been together, that she wouldn’t try any shit like that on him. It wouldn’t matter though, she’s still being held hostage, she’s still looking for an opening, for an opportunity, he doesn’t want to give it to her on a silver platter.
Bankotsu leans back into the couch with a dramatic sigh and roll of his eyes, “I don’t know, Sango. That seems a bit risky.”
Sango huffs, crossing her arms like she always does when she’s irritated. “You think I’ll try and run away.”
“You’re saying you won’t?”
“I don’t want a bullet in my back.”
Bankotsu blinks, he hadn’t even thought about shooting her in her back if she tried to run away. Well he might have entertained the idea a few days ago but not now, it hadn’t even crossed his mind. He doesn’t even have his gun. “Okay, sounds good. You don’t try and run away and I won’t gun you down.”
Sango rolls her eyes as if she wasn’t the one to bring it up just now. “Whatever.”
He takes her through the house and to the back door. They have a nice size yard, almost a perfect square with an old run down fence he knows Sango would have no issue jumping over. But in the back yard there was less of a chance for her to be seen. The grass is a little long with wild weeds growing in random spots, spring is in full bloom but Bankotsu is sure Kyokotsu has only cut the grass twice, it’s not really at the top of his priority list. There’s a few lawn chairs on the small rectangle of a pouch they have that runs the length of the house.
Sango smiles before he pulls the door open for her, cheeks flushed and eyes bright, shining even brighter from the rays of the sun. She doesn’t take a seat in one of the lawn chairs, instead stepping off the pouch and into the over grown grass with just her bare feet. You would have thought she had been locked in a dungeon for years with the way that she holds her arms out and twirls, enjoying the sun on her skin.
Bankotsu watches her, the way her thick dark hair flows around her, her eyes closed and her smile bright. For a minute it’s hard for him to breathe. Even in a shirt and shorts too big for her, even with her hair tangled, faint bruises on her thighs, scabbed over knuckles, every flaw and imperfection is breathtaking. She’s stunning.
As promised, she doesn’t try to run away. She walks around and picks wild flowers, she tries to catch a fucking butterfly and glares at him when he laughs at her, she finds an ant hole and somehow catches a garden snake before she comes back to the porch. Her feet are fucking filthy but she’s smiling, looking more refreshed than she had when they stepped out of the bathroom that morning.
“Would you like another shower?”
Sango smiles at him.