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Friends and Lovers	By : Koume Category: Rurouni Kenshin > General Views: 4501 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Rurouni Kenshin, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Note: Oooh, yeah. This fic did not turn out anywhere near the way I had planned. Originally it was going to be a parody. I'd seen the typo "Buttousai" one too many times and I just snapped. I vowed I was going to write a parody called "Buttousai the butt-pirate", and obviously with a title like that it had to be yaoi! However, things in my life rarely go the way I'd like them to and soon this story had turned mostly serious on me. Oh, no worries, it's still PWP, but I think I ended up with more yuri than yaoi.
I'd estimate this story will be about three chapters. They are all written, I just need to edit the other chapters and it might grow. This story is posted at both adult-fanfiction.org and mediaminer.
Friends and Lovers

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Buttousai the butt-pirate: A spamfic in three parts
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"Oro?"
"Baka!" Kaoru's bokken cracked over the top of the hapless rurouni's head.
Swirly-eyed, he lay on the dojo floor collecting his wits. He listened to her angry, stomping footsteps recede, out of the dojo and into the yard, no doubt to vent her frustration on her unsuspecting student.

He had no idea what he'd done to incur her sudden, inexplicable (at least, to him) wrath. He'd been absorbed in his favorite pastime - laundry - when he'd heard her loud "itai!"
Concerned, he'd rushed into the dojo to find her wincing, a hand pressed to her shoulder. At his entrance she'd looked up and immediately flushed a particularly unflattering shade of red. He'd only had time to utter a confused "Oro!" before she'd connected with her usual force.
Rising from his position on the floor, he slowly made his way back to his beloved laundry pile. Too bad she's so violent. For a while there I really had a thing for her. I don't think I could stand it - never knowing when the Bokken O'Doom would renew its acquaintance with this unworthy one's head, he thought.
Settling back to his task he wondered briefly what caused Kaoru's exclamation of pain. After a few moments he decided that from her extreme irritability at breakfast that morning, coupled with her mortified flush when he'd walked in on her, it could only mean one thing - it was that time of the month. The former hitokiri made a mental note to steer well clear of the raven-haired kenjutsu instructor for a few days.
Kenshin was rinsing the last of the laundry - it was one of Kaoru's obi - in his opinion, the gaudiest one, not that he really had any room to be criticising others' fashion choices- and hanging it to dry when he felt a familiar ki nearing the dojo's gates.
He emptied the laundry tub and turned to the gate just as Sanosuke strolled in. The ever-present fishbone dangled from a corner of the former street-fighter's mouth.
"Oi, Kenshin, Jou-chan in?"
Kenshin winced involuntarily. "Ah, perhaps it would not be a good idea to approach Kaoru-dono for a couple of days."
Sano looked at Kenshin, mildly puzzled, just as a crashing sound resonated from behind the house and Yahiko's shout of "busu" echoed.
Both men winced at Kaoru's enraged screech and pressed themselves against the fence as Yahiko streaked by, shouting insults. Kenshin cringed as the words "that time of the month" flew past, eliciting another ear-splitting screech from Kaoru. Sano started to laugh in understanding as Kenshin shot a warning glance in his direction, adding a small shake of his head.
Kenshin sweatdropped and turned to Sanosuke. Sano grinned and said, "Oi, Kenshin. Let's go have a drink and let Jou-chan work off some of her anger."
Kenshin nodded gratefully and the two men left the dojo, heading toward Sanosuke's part of town.
******
Fortunately, Kaoru didn't appear to notice, intent on punishing Yahiko for whatever imagined transgressions he'd committed.

Mou, Kaoru thought to herself. I can't believe Kenshin walking in like that! How embarrassing! She'd finally worked up the nerve to say something to Kenshin about her feelings. She'd done a pretty good job of hiding them - she was pretty sure that neither Kenshin, Yahiko, or Sano had a clue.
She'd heard Yahiko yelling something about "that time of the month" and her face flamed with anger. How dare he? she fumed. If it was that time, I would be even angrier!

Yahiko had escaped from the dojo, probably to go see Tsubame at the Akabeko. Her frustration somewhat abated by the chase, she decided that a nice warm bath would help.
Leaving the house, she looked for Kenshin to heat the water. She could have sworn she'd seen Sano lounging around while Kenshin finished the laundry, but now neither man was there. Sano must have gone drinking and taken Kenshin with him! she thought, irritated.
Determined, she set off in search of the wayward rurouni and his delinqent friend.
******
Kenshin was feeling pleasantly fuzzy. He and Sano had already finished off two jugs of sake between them and were well into their third.
They had mostly spent the time talking about Kaoru and Megumi - well, Sano had, at least - Kenshin refused to say anything about Kaoru that might get back to her.
At the moment Sano was saying something about his friend Tsunan's latest newsletter. Kenshin, somewhat dazed, wasn't really paying attention. The bar they were in was extremely warm, especially for the cool autumn evening. Kenshin's attention was suddenly captured by one solitary bead of sweat. A bead of sweat that was currently sliding down the hard planes of his friend's muscled chest. The redhead's mouth suddenly went dry and his eyes widened slightly as he followed the trail of that one drop as it slid down the chiseled abdomen and disappeared beneath the wrappings at the taller man's waist. He briefly wished he was still watching the drop when he abruptly noticed that Sanosuke was no longer speaking. His gaze flew to his friend's face. Kenshin's heart inexplicably sped up at the strange, unreadable look on the other man's face. Kenshin blinked, wide-eyed, at Sano. He felt his face flush slightly and Sano smiled at the smaller man.
"Let's take this party elsewhere," Sano said as he stood. He held out a hand to help Kenshin up. Kenshin's heart stopped at the sudden jolt of electricity that shot through his body at the younger man's touch. He rose and let his hand linger just a little too long. Sano winked and ordered two more jugs of sake. Hefting the jugs in one hand, he motioned for Kenshin to follow.
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Kaoru was furious. She had already gone to the Akabeko, knowing she probably would not find the men there. She had, however, found Yahiko, who'd quickly ducked into the kitchen as soon as he saw her. She'd have to bathe and change before she searched any further.
Quickly, she washed in the chilled water and rubbed her body vigorously, trying to recover some of the lost warmth.
She dressed in a plain kimono and left the dojo once more. She walked in a different direction, towards the bars she suspected the two had visited.
******
Kenshin and Sano walked in silence. Side by side, they made their way towards the row house where Sano lived. They had silently agreed on the destination even though Sano had never asked and Kenshin had never answered.
As they walked in the deepening twilight, Kenshin was struck by the difference in size between himself and his companion. The other man was unusually tall. He had large, powerful hands and slender , strong fingers. Kenshin "oro"d softly to himself as he realized he'd been wondering how those hands would feel on his own body.
Lost in his own thoughts, he'd not noticed that they'd arrived. Sano slid aside the door and stepped inside. Kenshin inhaled the scent of the room. It smelled undefinably like Sanosuke. Kenshin blinked at the sudden increase in light as Sano lit the lamp. He'd not bothered to fold up his bedding that morning, and consequently his futon took up most of the floor space. A makeshift clothesline was strung across the room.
Sano turned to Kenshin. Kenshin tilted his head to look at the taller man. Sano's hand entered Kenshin's peripheral vision and he involuntarily closed his eyes. He gasped as he felt the ex-gangster's hand on his cheek. The pad of Sano's thumb brushed the lines of the deeply etched cross shaped scar hesitantly, unsure if the former hitokiri would allow the contact. He braced himself for rejection as the rurouni raised his own hand to cover Sano's. He gasped as, instead of pulling his hand away, Kenshin turned his face into Sano's palm and pressed a moist, open-mouthed kiss in the center.
It was as if a fuse had been lit. Suddenly their hands were roaming each other's bodies, caressing and exploring. After that first delirious rush, Kenshin slid his hands up Sanosuke's chest, reaching up to rest his hands on Sano's neck, pulling the much taller man down.
Breathlessly, Sano waited. Kenshin leaned up and captured Sanosuke's lips with his own. The kiss started gently, with a soft exploration of each others' mouths. Sano explored the contours of Kenshin's lips with his tongue. When the redhead gasped involuntarily, Sano took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside the rurouni's mouth, tasting Kenshin's mouth, swirling his tongue alongside the older man's tongue. Sanosuke cradled the rurouni's head in one hand and slipped his hand inside the familiar fuschia gi. Resting a hand at Kenshin's waist, he lowered them both to the waiting futon.

Kenshin broke the kiss, his breath coming in long, shuddering gasps. His violet eyes were lightly glazed with passion. As he watched, Sano shrugged out of his jacket, leaving it draped carelessly atop an old, empty sake jug that was resting in the corner. He reached for the wrappings at his waist, stopping at the touch of Kenshin's hand. His heart leapt into his throat and his stomach dropped in fear that he was about to be denied something he'd wanted for so long.
"Iie," Kenshin breathed, and Sano's world came crashing to a halt as Kenshin removed the hand at the ties of the wrappings, only to replace it with his own. Slowly, torturously, Kenshin unwound the soft, worn linen. Sano could not breathe, biting his lower lip to stifle his impulses every time the soft, warm puffs of Kenshin's breath caressed his bare skin.
Kenshin made a small, annoyed sound at the back of his throat. He'd unwrapped Sano's bindings to a point where he could no longer unwind them. His consternation cleared as he realized that the tie holding Sano's pants on was impeding his progress. Aware of his friend's breathless scrutiny, Kenshin quickly untied the belt and slid the garment over the dark-haired man's slim hips.
Freed from obstacles, Kenshin unwound the rest of the linen from around Sano's abdomen. He placed one hand on the muscles of his torso, tracing the contours of the taut muscle he found there. With each touch, each slide of slender fingers across his chest, Sano's breath hitched.
Suddenly, Sano grasped both of Kenshin's hands in one of his own. Releasing them and placing his hands on Kenshin's shoulders, he gently pushed the rurouni to the futon. Swiftly untying the white hakama, he slid the fuschia gi and its white under kimono off of the older man's slender shoulders. He gasped at the pale skin and reverently lowered his head. Placing light kisses on Kenshin's chest, he made his way to the slim, graceful neck. Sano's breath caressed the column of muscle scant seconds before the younger man's mouth alit on the tendon joining neck to shoulder. Sucking gently, he mentally cheered in satisfaction Ken Kenshin's back arched involuntarily and he gasped. Nipping with gently bites across Kenshin's collarbone, he slid his hands down the lean, muscled torso. Encountering fabric, he quickly divested Kenshin of the remnants of his clothing. Grasping the older man's slender hips firmly, he splayed his hands wide, marveling at the fact that his hands nearly spanned Kenshin's hips completely. He felt Kenshin's fingers plucking at his own remaining garments and quickly helped him. Naked now, the larger man crushed himself to the man on the futon. Reveling in the feel of skin against skin, the two men kissed and caressed each other.
Sanosuke trailed moist kisses down Kenshin's chest and stomach. Splaying his hands wide, he stroked Kenshin's side in long, slow caresses. Reaching the fiery curls at the apex of his thighs, Sano risked a look at his face. The luminous violet eyes were tightly closed, and he could tell from the tense set of his shoulders that he was holding his breath.
Sano turned his attention back to the nest of crinkly curls. Reverently, he looked for the first time at Kenshin's male organ. Erect and proud, it jutted out from his body. Sano drew his breath in with a hiss. Reaching slowly, he hesitantly wrapped his fingers around Kenshin, hurriedly smothering a grin as Kenshin gave a muffled shout and his back arched again.

Sano thought Kenshin's back would surely break when he leaned down and swirled his tongue around the tip of Kenshin's organ. He took the head into his mouth, applying a gently suction as Kenshin's hands fisted in Sano's hair.
Soon the torture became too much and Kenshin pushed Sano's head away. Sitting up, he pushed Sano into a reclining position. Hungrily, he suckled Sano's manhood as the younger man untied the thong holding Kenshin's hair back. Freed, the flame-red locks fell in a shining curtain. Sano held the mass loosely, wanting to savor the sight of Kenshin loving him in ways he'd dreams of. He'd been convinced that the Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu master was in love with Kaoru. He'd never been happier than he was now, with the possible exception of the time when Sagara-taichou had been alive.
Sano reveled in the sensations he was feeling, but soon he wanted more. Gently pushing Kenshin away, he positioned the smaller man on his hands and knees. Caressing the pale twin mounds of his buttocks, he slid one lubricated finger between the globes. Finding the small pucker of Kenshin's entrance, he pressed gently as his friend relaxed. Gently, he slid his finger inside, feeling a sense of pride as Kenshin's moans of pleasure and small cries of delight as he moved his finger in and out.
Wetting his free hand, he began to stroke himself, making sure to coat his shaft thoroughly. Withdrawing his finger, he gently separated the cheeks, revealing the pink pucker. Placing the tip of his organ at the entrance, he carefully entered, gritting his teeth at the incredible sensations rocketing through him.
Kenshin's muffled shout of pleasure echoed through the room before he hastifly buried his face in the pile of their discarded clothing.
Sano began to move slowly, allowing the intense shocks of feeling to build. He lowered himseld until his chest was to Kenshin's sweat-slicked back. Clasping Kenshin's hands with his own, they moved together.
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"Mou!" Kaoru exclaimed. Annoyed, she stalked angrily towards Sanosuke's row house. She'd been to what seemed like every seedy bar and teahouse in Tokyo looking for that baka rooster-head and wandering swordsman. Finally, after what seemed like days but was really only about an hour, one bartender had told her that Sano and "that girly friend of his" had gone, presumably, to Sano's home. Kaoru wished she'd brought her bokken but it was already dark and she wasn't about to go all the way back to the dojo. Grinding her teeth and muttering under her breath, she continued to make her way to Sano's.
Reaching his street, she drew closer to the door of Sano's room. She could hear soft moans and grunts as she came closer, and she instinctively silenced her steps and her eyes grew wide. No way! Is that Megumi in there? I'd have to be an idiot not to know what those sounds mean! She reached the door as the moaning reached a peak. She slid open the screen an inch or so and gasped in shock -
- just as both Sano and Kenshin climaxed with loud shouts -
- she quickly closed the screen, tears filling her eyes -

- and the two men collapsed together, exhausted and completely oblivious to their accidental observer.
Had either man thought to choutsoutside -
- they would have seen nothing -
- but if they had checked ten seconds earlier -
- they would have seen the retreating form of Kamiya Kaoru as she hurried away, shoulders slumped and too upset to care if anyone saw her crying.
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