title: the loneliness and the sorrow
author: infamouslastwords ( u/1511143)
genre: romance
pairing: Jin/Mugen
rating: M
warnings: sexual relations between two men
summary: character study; jin x mugen.
comments: revamped! P.S. I'm now accepting requests for fan fiction! Got a favorite slash pairing? PM me!

Mugen can feel the loneliness in Jin like he can feel the waves over his toes and the soggy sand between. He studies it as a dragonfly studies the air with its wings and can relate it back to the ronin easily. The loneliness is everywhere on Jin, so the loneliness is, in turn, everywhere on Mugen.

There is something pleasantly heavy about the loneliness, a comfort in it that comes from Jin's arms around his body each morning after Fuu nags them to earn pocket change; some strange belonging that carries through their shares, square room and permeates everything around. It signifies their loneliness, and the thing that makes them stay when both have a phobia of dormancy.

Mugen opens himself up to the loneliness, fills himself up with it; fills himself with Jin. They stare, skin touching, fingers brushing, lips hushing- sounds muffled, groans punctured. There is something so subtly arousing about the loneliness that Mugen lets down all his walls to get his perfect fit. He opens up as it slips into him, deeper and darker and more intimate than any other thing he's opened himself to. He is found out by this illuminating feeling; and Jin does not say anything.

Jin can feel the sorrow in Mugen like he can feel the cold steel of his blade. He can smell it like the strong wind of the ocean and relate it back to the vagrant easily. The sorrow is everywhere on Mugen, so the sorrow is, in turn, everywhere on Jin.

There is something bittersweet about the sorrow, a comfort in it that comes from Mugen lying in his arms each morning after Fuu nags them to earn pocket change; some strange silence that carries through their shared, square room and permeates everything around. It signifies their sorrow, and the thing that makes them stay when both have a phobia of dormancy.

Jin digs himself in to the sorrow, loses himself in it; loses himself in Mugen. They stare, skin touching, fingers brushing, lips hushing- sounds muffled, groans punctured. There is something so subtly arousing about the sorrow that Jin dives in headfirst to get a stronger taste. He reaches for it as it slips away, deep down, never getting his fill. He chases it and chases it; and Mugen does not say anything.