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Of Swords and Men New Oct. 21	By : LindaSims Category: Rurouni Kenshin > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3524 -:- 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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Another Yaoi offering...my first is on Inuyasha, titled 'Brothers'. It seems to be doing alright so I thought I'd try it again. Now, out of all the yaoi pairings for this anime that I have come across, this is one of the ones that is least embraced. I am not certain why because I think these two are damn sexy; whether it's together or seperately. So, I decided to try my hand at what it would be like to throw them into the mix together. Both with such scarred souls and heavy pangs of guilt left from the Bakumatsa...but guilt for different reasons. One regrets the lives he took while the other regrets the lives he lost. Both are drenched in the blood of the innocent and neither have yet to find the true path to redemption. One walks the path of a wandering savior while the other tries to purify his soul before the Gods. Who is more worthy of forgiveness? Do any of us really know?

If this story/one shot is well recieved, I will consider turning it into a full fledged epic. Best regards... AikouKiba (LovesFang)

All Standard Disclaimers Apply. I do not own the Rurouni Kenshin Characters, nor do I recieve monotary gain from this work. This is an original concept based on the anime characters owned by Watsuki Nabuhiro.
Of Swords and Men

            Enemies, allies, friends-- which were they? Neither knew, yet how often had they
wondered? How many times had their blades crossed in bloody battle only to be lowered as
peace spread between them? Too many? Too few? It was an uneasy partnership. One that was
confusing yet perfectly logical. Today they met on neutral ground to discuss pleasantries over a
cup of tea, one laced with sake’, the other plain.

            “Have you noticed the sakura trees bloomed late this year?”

            “Hmm, I had not. Why do you suppose that is?”

            “It has been colder than usual and not as much rain.”

            “Hai, that it has. There seem to be less bees as well.”

            “Hmm, a poor Spring to be certain.”

            “That it is. There will be less vegetables for the market to sell.”

            “Perhaps, do you think it will affect the fishing?”

            “That is possible. The Government may have to increase imports this year to make up the
difference.”

            “That could be costly.”

            “Hai, that it could.”

            They paused and the taller, dark-haired man replenished their cups, adding a generous
amount of sake’ to his red-headed companion’s. The aroma of hot green tea filled the small room
despite the open window, but it was not an unpleasant smell. Both men drank in silence,
watching each other carefully.

            “Have you given any further consideration to marrying the Kamiya girl?”

            “Iie. I am too old for her. She should have someone closer to her own age.”

            “Do you have someone specific in mind?”

            “Perhaps, but I have not approached him.”

            “Your reasons?”

            “I don’t know if he would be receptive to marrying her. He could be interested in another
young woman.”

            “I see.” Ice blue eyes lowered in thoughtful consideration. “You really should take care of
the situation, Himura. The girl is quite in love with you. It is unkind to let her continue to believe
there is a chance you may yet take her for your wife.”

            “Hai, I know. It is... difficult.”

            “Do you love her?”

            “Iie, but I care about her. She is important to me, that she is. I want her to be happy.”

            “I understand. Who is the man you are considering?”

            “A young police officer who works for Saitou here in Kyoto. That is why I am here, to
speak with him.”

            “I see. If I can be of assistance, I will be honored to help you.”

            “Arigato, Aoshi. I am grateful for that. It really is time she was settled.”

            “Indeed.”

            Once more, they fell silent, each looking into his cup, his thoughts quiet. The warm odor
of Kenshin’s sake’ floating on the gentle breeze as he blew on his tea, trying to cool it.

            “What of yourself? Do you have plans to settle at the dojo?”

            “I don’t know. Once I find a husband for Kaoru-dono, I am not sure it would be prudent
for me to stay there.” His violet eyes darkened as he sought out the gaze of the man across from
him. “If it were you, would you stay?”

            “If it were me, Himura, I would not have gotten into the situation in the beginning.”
Aoshi offered a rare smile and sipped his tea. “But, as for you, iie, I would not stay.”

            Kenshin smiled behind his cup as he sipped his tea. “Then I suppose I am homeless
again.”

            “Homeless? I don’t understand?”

            “Once I leave the dojo, there is nowhere for me to go, Aoshi. I will be a wanderer again.”
Kenshin sighed and placed his cup on the tray between them. “Strange, there was a time when all
I wanted to do was wander and not be committed to any one thing or individual, and now; now I
find that the thought of being without roots again is quite daunting. Ironic, isn’t it?”

            “Ironic?” Aoshi set his cup on the tray across from Kenshin’s and looked at the smaller
man. “I am not certain I would call it ‘ironic’, Himura. It would seem that you have learned an
important lesson since living at the dojo.”

            “And that would be?”

            “You have become human again, my friend. You have discovered the need of other
people in your life as well as having a home to call your own. I would not call that ironic. I
would call that enlightenment.”

            “Hmm, I had not thought of it in those terms. That I had not.” He looked at his hands
and became silent for a time. “Still, one thing continues to elude me, and it is the one I will
probably never find.” He sounded sad and almost discouraged.

            “Nani? If you have found the means to need others and the want for a home, what could
still be missing?”

            “Love... Kaoru-dono may love me, Aoshi, but I cannot seem to love her in return.” His
eyes became distant and he stared at the cups on the tray. “I may have found that I need people in
my life, but I may never be able to love them–not truly love them. So, despite my enlightenment, I
am still alone.”

            Aoshi fell silent, stood and walked to the open window where he gazed out across the
lower courtyard of the Aoiya. Foolish, he hadn’t thought of that when he spoke. It was true
about men like himself and Himura. They had seen so many atrocities and been the cause of too
many others themselves that their emotions were so badly scarred they might never know the joys
of loving someone. There were those around them who declared a love for them, but they
couldn’t seem to return it. No matter how hard they tried, it just seemed beyond them. Those
softer emotions were dead inside their hearts. Dead with all the lives they’d taken.

            He knew how the Samurai felt and his heart ached for that. It wasn’t fair. Not to either
of them. They should have a chance to love someone. It shouldn’t be denied them, but would
anyone understand how damaged they were inside? Anyone but themselves? Or each other?

            He turned and looked back to see Kenshin leaning over, his hands folded calmly in his lap,
the long swathe of his bangs hanging loosely over his face obscuring his fine features. He looked
alone and somehow lost. Aoshi felt a pain stab through his belly and the next moment his feet
were carrying him back across the floor.

            “Himura,” his voice was like liquid silk as he sank to his knees and reached out to brush
the wayward red hair out of Kenshin’s face. “You are not homeless, my friend, and you are not
alone.” The bottomless violet eyes widened as they took in the gentle look on his face, and the
soft, almost feminine lips parted in surprise. “You have a home here... with me. I will take you
in.”

            “Aoshi?” A lonely heart skipped a beat and then rose to a thundering pace as Kenshin’s
hands cupped the Ninja’s flawless face. “You would let me stay here...with you?”

            “Hai, with me.” The mouth was tempting and he wanted it. Wanted it more than any
woman he ever held. “We can face the difficulties of the world together, as one. I understand
your heart, and you mine. Perhaps neither of us will ever be able to take wives. It would be
difficult for them to understand our needs–or our faults, but together...together we can face the
loneliness of the future. We don’t have to be alone.”

            “Hai, together...” Their mouths met, soft and tender like long lost lovers, molding and
savoring ever nuance and texture of flesh. Low moans mingled with the breath they shared and
the kiss deepened as their jaws dropped and Aoshi pulled Kenshin into his lap, holding the smaller
man as close as the hard planes of their bodies would allow. His tongue gently probed the
moistness of the mouth he held prisoner and felt the teeth part, letting him in. Delving deeply,
Aoshi pushed inside and began massaging the surging muscle that rose to meet him. It was the
most erotic kiss he ever experienced and the blood rushing to his cock left it painfully stiff and
aching for relief.

            Kenshin’s legs wrapped around Aoshi’s waist and his own engorged cock pressed hungrily
into the Ninja’s taunt stomach. It was many years for both men since either knew the satisfaction
of another man, not that either would ever admit to the deviance, but this level of desire was
unknown to both. This beast that gnawed through their vitals was an entity unto itself and they
were both powerless to stop it now that it was begun. Hands trembling with emotion clawed at
each others gi’s and then hakama’s. The room became filled with hissing sighs, growling moans,
and the sounds of endless kisses and bodies sliding across the floor. Possession and submission
was imminent, and the bonding of hearts and souls inevitable.

            Aoshi rolled Kenshin beneath him, watching as the now unbound glory of his flaming hair
spread out around his head like a blazing halo of crimson light. Once sparkling violet eyes gazed
up at him with burning amber passion and he caught his breath. So much beauty in one small
face. Not even the scar that marred the perfection of the alabaster cheek could detract from the
vision he beheld.

            “Magnificent,” he whispered in awe as he bent and trailed his lips down the sharp edge of
the Samurai’s jawbone. “You are perfection, Himura, in its wildest an most untamed form. I am
honored you have chosen me.” His hands moved over the firm, muscled flesh of Kenshin’s
stomach as he rolled to the side and pulled the smaller man with him until they lay facing each
other. Then, with deliberate care, Aoshi lifted the iron bar of Kenshin’s leg and draped it over his
hip, caressing the smoothness of his thigh and buttock while pressing their lower bodies closer
together. “Yours is a spirit that must never be tamed, the great Oodora that rides the winds of
Hinokagutsuchi, and I will cherish you for as long as you will allow me.”

            “Aoshi-sama,” a tender hand rose to trace the line of the usually arrogant and stone faced
Ninja’s brow, then it dropped and followed the arch of his cheekbone before sliding into the deep
silk of his dark hair. “I have had dreams of you, great one. Dreams I dared not speak of, to even
myself, they were so wrong. You were my enemy–a man to be respected, honored, perhaps even
feared, but never loved or desired the way I saw you in my mind.” Gentle lips nuzzled the corded
muscles of a strong throat while a nose smelled the scent of sandalwood and incense that would
forever be a part of this enigmatic man. “The day I fought you at Shishio’s stronghold, I feared I
killed you, and deep within my soul I screamed. You were one my sword was never meant to slay
and I knew I would never forgive myself for your death.”

            “But I am not dead, Saiai, and what you taught me that day was priceless beyond all
treasure or knowledge that has come to me before or since.” Aoshi’s hand caressed the fading
scar on Kenshin’s cheek. “It is time you freed your soul, Himura. It is time to let the pain of your
heart die with the past. You have found the place where you belong... there is no need to wander
the paths of retribution any longer.”

            “Do you really believe I have been forgiven?” Soft lips brushed across the hard muscles of
Aoshi’s chest, making him shiver. “Has Kami-sama finally released me?”

            “Hai, my beautiful tiger. You are free... and you belong here... with me.”

            “Then tell me what you wish of me, Saiai-Aoshi, and I will give you whatever you desire.”

            “I want you, Himura, wrapped around my body like a sheath of armor that is mine and
mine alone.” Icy blue eyes met and locked with boiling amber and the hand in Aoshi’s hair fisted
tight. “I want to kiss you until you moan and whimper like a virgin,” he whispered, rolling the
pliant red-head beneath him once more. “And I want to fuck you until we are both so lost to this
world, nothing else matters until we cum inside each others arms and sleep the exhaustion of
lovers content and fulfilled.”

            “Aoshi...”

            “That is what I wish of you, Anata.” The sound of the odd placed endearment sent
Kenshin into quivering spasms of hunger, his mouth open and panting as he gazed up into Aoshi’s
smoldering eyes. “Will you give this to me, my beautiful tiger? Before Kami-sama and both our
ravaged souls, will you give this to me?”

            “Hai, and what will I gain in return, Saiai? Will you offer me the same?” His arms slipped
freely around the Ninja’s waist, his hands sliding up the supple back, curling over the shoulders.
“Will I find you as my sheath if I desire? Will you come to me as the simpering virgin and lay in
my arms for me to ravish and please as I wish? Will you also be my ‘Anata’?”

            “Hai...” The reply wafted across Kenshin’s lips as Aoshi bent down to him and pressed
their foreheads together. Eyes closed, arms tightened, and lips met in a slow, wet open-mouthed
kiss that sent shudders coursing through both men. “I will be whatever you wish me to be,
beautiful Himura. We are equals in all other things–this will be no different. I am yours in any
way you wish.”

            “Then have me, great one, for I have never wanted anything more in my life.”

            “Neither have I.” Once more, their lips locked, tongues wrapping around each other as
Aoshi’s hands slid down the sinuous frame beneath him. When he reached Kenshin’s hips, he
urged them open, then spread them wide with his knees, dropping his own hips snugly between.

            Kenshin moaned and broke the kiss to arch his neck as a wave of pleasure rushed through
him. The pressure of Aoshi’s erection pressing against his swollen balls was exquisite and a
spasm of need quaked through him. Instinct began to take over as he raised his legs and wrapped
them around the man above him, locking his ankles behind his back and pulling him closer. A
hoarse growl greeted his response and once more, his mouth was captured in a searing kiss that
left him breathless and whimpering, wanting and needing more. He felt a hand beneath his ass,
fingers probing gently at his opening and he shivered. It had been years.

            “Ao-shi,” he moaned, searching for the mouth he desired so badly. “I... oh God....” His
back arched sharply as his lover deftly inserted a finger and bit down on the juncture of his neck
and shoulder at the same time. Heat pooled in Kenshin’s vitals and the air in his lungs hissed out
between his clenched teeth. Nothing had ever felt like this. Nothing was ever like this...
“Aosh...” Another gut-wrenching groan of hunger clawed its way out of his throat as a second
finger found its way inside of him, and he bucked wildly, his body desperately searching for
something he’d never known. “Kuuso!”

            “You are ready for me?” Gentle words spoken in a strained voice.

            “H-hai...onegai...”

            “I don’t want to hurt you...”

            “You won’t...onegai, I-I need...”

            Another kiss–long, wet, voracious in its need and hunger, and then the sound of clattering
china, a muffled curse, and Kenshin felt wet fingers spread him open. The tea. Aoshi had tried to
ease his passage with the tea. A ghost of a smile played across his swollen lips as his hooded
amber eyes watched in hungry fascination his lover reaching between them to guide his cock
home. Anticipation was more painful than any penetration–Kenshin growled.

            “Patience is a virtue, Saiai.” Aoshi pressed against the partially relaxed opening of
Kenshin’s ass. “It is one I thought you were familiar with.”

            “Hai... I am. But you waste precious time, koishii. Get on with it.” The husky mirth in
his voice brought a rare, answering smile from the stoic Ninja who locked eyes with him and
obliged. “Nnnaayyahh!” Kenshin arched back sharply as Aoshi entered his body in one swift
thrust. Pain and pleasure erupted inside of him simultaneously and he froze, shaking violently, his
breath coming in short shallow gasps. Aoshi remained completely still, moving his knees to flank
Kenshin’s hips, and then lowering himself on top of the panting man.

            “Now you are truly mine, Himura.” He said tenderly, nuzzling the stiff cords standing out
in Kenshin’s neck. “I will never let you go, and when I am finished, you will never want to
leave.”

            “Th-then finish what you started, Saiai, before I lose what is left of my mind.”

            Aoshi gazed lovingly into liquid gold eyes and smiled. “You are beautiful,” he said,
licking Kenshin’s lips. “You have ruined me for women forever.”

            “Should I apologize?” A wicked twinkle appeared in those eyes as he locked his arms and
legs around the Ninja again.

            “Iie. Perhaps it is better this way, ne?” He hovered above the mouth and caught his breath
when he felt Kenshin flex the muscles of his ass around his cock. “I had a sensai once who told
me a mans best lover is another man.”

            “And do you believe that?”

            “I do now.” He grinned in an uncharacteristic fashion and before Kenshin could reply
further, began thrusting in and out of his hungry ass. It took him only a moment before he found
that special spot inside that sent the smaller man into spasms of mindless, sobbing ecstasy. He
knew it the moment he touched it, and meticulously kept that precise angle and depth while
watching the powerful Samurai disintegrate into an armful of quaking muscles and tendons.
Aoshi would remember ever detail and he memorized the location inside Kenshin’s body for
future reference, noting it was deeper than most men. Interesting.

            Aoshi buried his face in the crook of his sobbing lovers neck, giving into his own needs as
the climax of his hunger built to a fever pitch, sending his control to a far and distant place.
Kenshin was covered in a sheen of sweat, making each thrust slicker, deeper, and more satisfying
than the last. It was only a matter of time now until the friction did its job. Aoshi shuddered,
gathering the smaller man’s buttocks up in his hands and pushing even deeper inside. This wrung
yet another strangled cry from the writhing Samurai, whose face was covered in tears and hands
clenched in fists over his head.

            “Cum, Kenshin...” Asohi grated between his teeth. He’d never used the man’s given name
before, but it tumbled from his lips now as he found himself the dominator of the coupling.
“Cum... I don’t want to cum without you, so cum, Saiai. Cum with me...”

            Misao and Okina walked across the yard talking in quiet voices. It was odd for Himura to
come to Kyoto alone and neither were sure what he was doing there. He arrived three days ago
and the only thing he did so far was sit and drink tea with Lord Aoshi. What could the two of
them be talking about for three days? It was completely unlike him to show up without a reason,
and to show up without his usual ‘family group’, but it was out of the question to ask him his
business until he was finished speaking with Lord Aoshi. They would just have to wait.

            Misao cast a worried look up toward Lord Aoshi’s private rooms. How much tea could
two men drink? “I hope everything is alright in Tokyo.” She said, looking at Okina. “Himura
never shows up unless something is wrong, or he needs help, or something.”

            “We’ll just have to wait, Misao. He and Lord Aoshi will let us know what is going on
when the time comes. Until then, YOU have to be patient and leave them alone.”

            “I know, Gramps, but what could they be talking about for so long?”

            “I don’t know. I expect we’ll find out soon enough. Come on now, we have other things
to attend to.” Misao nodded and reluctantly followed Okina as he headed for the main rooms.
Suddenly a sound much like the calling of a hawk or perhaps a sparrow drifted across the yard. It
hung in the air for an endless moment and then was gone.

            “Did you hear that, Gramps?”

            “Hai.” Okina looked up at the sky, his white brow furrowed in confusion. “It was very
odd sounding.”

            “Then you don’t know what it was either?”

            “Iie, I can’t say that I do. It almost sounded like... well, like...” He tugged on his beard as
he struggled to find a similar sound in his head. “Like a bird, perhaps. Hai, a wounded bird. But
I don’t see anything, do you?”

            “Iie.” Misao scanned the sky but saw nothing. “That was really strange.”

            “Hai. Ah well, the world is filled with strange things, Misao. Come, we have work to
do.”

            “Right.”

            “We should have closed the window, Aoshi.” Kenshin murmured as he dropped his head
back on the floor, his chest heaving with the exertion of his climax. “Someone will have heard
us.”

            “Perhaps, but will they know what they heard?” Devilment danced in his eyes as he
looked down into the flushed face and smiled. “I’m not sure I’ve ever heard anything like that
before myself, dear Himura. What’s to say anyone else has?”

            “It was your doing, Lord Ninja. You said you wanted to fuck me mindless... you did
that.”

            “Did I?” Aoshi leaned down and gently kissed his lover, sucking his tongue into his
mouth while he massaged the firm cheeks of his ass with tender hands. “Then I pleased you, ne?”

            “Hai, Saiai, you pleased me.” Kenshin burrowed into the Ninja’s neck, breathing in the
scent of him as he wrapped strong arms around the warm muscled body. “Did I please you?”

            “More than I can find the words to say.” Aoshi rolled onto his back, pulling Kenshin with
him so he could drape the smaller man across his chest and hold him. “Will you stay and sleep
with me for a time?”

            “Do we need to worry about anyone coming to check on us?” Kenshin sounded amused
although there was a tinge of concern in his voice.

            “Iie. No one will invade my privacy, no matter how curious they may be. We are quite
safe.”

            “Then I will stay.”

            “You will get used to it, ne?”

            “Used to it?” Kenshin raised up and looked down into the elegant face. “Why do you say
this?”

            “You belong with me, Kenshin. We both know that now. Will you be ashamed to let
others see it?”

            “I...” He rested his chin on the broad chest, tracing the line of the long scar he’d left with
his sakou battou. “What will the others think? You know Misao-dono is as in love with you and
Kaoru-dono is with me?”

            “Hai,” Aoshi sighed and stroked Kenshin’s hair. “But the same as you, I cannot return her
feelings nor can I help hers. What is, is–I cannot, nor do I wish to change it. Do you?”

            “Iie, that I do not.”

            “Then, will we hide, or will we be free? It is not unheard of.”

            “Iie, it is not unheard of.” Kenshin leaned into the stoking hand and closed his eyes. It
seemed this was what he wanted, was it so wrong to finally take something for himself? He had
given so much to the world–his innocence, his soul, his sanity. Was this the only way he could be
happy? “You would not be ashamed?” He asked, looking deep into the icey blue eyes.

            “I would not be ashamed.”

            “Then... neither shall I be. That I will not.”

            “We will pick our time, Saiai. It does not have to be now. All things come when they are
meant to. Just as this did today. Hai?”

            “Hai.”

            “Then sleep, my Anata, and we will look at the world with different eyes when we wake
up.” A tender kiss, a rubbing of foreheads, and the lovers snuggled together and fell asleep. The
aromas of green tea and sake’ slowly faded from the room, but the scents of sex and sweat rose to
take their place.

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