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Rurouni Kenshin Fan-Fic - GOJOU	By : KikueMugen Category: Rurouni Kenshin > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10110 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Words you may not know:

*Chawan – Rice bowl; teacup

*Douzo – Please; kindly; by all means

*Otsukaresama – Thank you; much appreciated

*Chotto – Just a minute; short time

“You mustn’t forget where you came from, Mitsu-san,” Horie lifted his teacup to receive the ocha as Mitsu poured him a refill. “If it weren’t for me, you would still be living your life bending over in a rice field, or worse.”

Knowing that Horie spoke the truth of her situation, Mitsu nodded her head and said meekly, “I am not ungrateful Hisomu, if it weren’t for you I wouldn’t be able to support my mother and younger sister in Izu. I know that I am indebted to you and I don’t take anything you do for me for granted.”

“I’d like nothing more than to be able to trust that you will not be tempted to become more involved with our contact, Mr. Fujita, than necessary. Your traveling from Nikko with him was totally uncalled for.” Horie lowered his voice. “Mitsu-san, what were you thinking?”

“Forgive me, Hisomu-sama,” Mitsu pleaded with the irritated syndicate leader, even though she had no regrets about sharing the carriage with Saitou.

“Come, come, enough gloom,” Horie said and attempted to change the mood. He patted Mitsu’s hand reassuringly. “Let’s finish our meal and be on our way.” Horie folded his fingers around Mitsu’s slender digits and squeezed her fingers between his and smiled warmly.

Mitsu tried not to think on what Horie was capable of doing if she displeased him. She was fully aware that, if she should stray from Horie’s preferences for her life, he would quickly end it for her. She wasn't sure if she cared at this point. Life, for Mitsu, was fast becoming more of an existence without meaning. In truth, Mitsu had hoped she would get to Tokyo before Horie and had a little time to spend with Saitou. That was what motivated her to share the carriage with the handsome man. She wasn’t counting on becoming captivated by Saitou, but it developed into that for her anyway.

Horie was usually very kind and gentle with Mitsu, but his moods, like fast changing seasons determined how she was treated from day to day. Horie had an unsatisfying appetite for control. The pawns, in Horie’s outfit, must prove their loyalty to him and only the loyal survive. It was Horie’s decision whether a pawn be promoted to a higher rank within the organization, or discarded. It was Horie that gave the orders to the more faithful pawns to dispose of the weaker.

Horie set his *chawan aside after his hunger appeased and continued his conversation with Mitsu. “I don’t know about Mr. Fujita, but there is something about the man that I don’t trust. Mitsu-san, are you sure Mr. Fujita was cleared through the channels before you met with him in Nikko?” Horie asked Mitsu; the glower on his face apparent.

Mitsu nodded, “Yes, Mr. Fujita’s background was checked thoroughly and posted in our files as being reputable. I studied the file on him before I agreed to meet with him. Our Kyoto contact noted that they had done work with Mr. Fujita in the past with no complications.”

“Well, perhaps I’m just unsure about where you stand working so closely with Mr. Fujita and that is what has me troubled.” Horie leaned over and placed his hand on Mitsu’s knee and looked straight through her. “You do understand that I want you with me when all of this hard work pays off? Isn’t that what you want as well?”

Mitsu wanted to scream out in opposition to the very suggestion. Even the mere thought of what he suggested made her feel chronically diseased with no cure in sight. Contrary to what Mitsu felt, she again bowed in agreement as she had done so many times before because of her obligation to her family in Izu who were depending on her for their very survival.

Horie was pacified for the moment and he smiled and said to Mitsu, “Let us be on our way then.” He retrieved the notes that Saitou gave to him and held it up for Mitsu to see. “I would like to see the other two locations Mr. Fujita suggested before night falls.”

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Saitou chucked his spent cigarette out the carriage window and looked at the young man sitting across from him in the carriage. Although Sano just satisfied Saitou’s cardinal appetite Saitou couldn't halt his need to ingest Sano visually. Saitou enjoyed relishing on Sano’s boy-like appearance that also shown a man-like anatomy. Sano’s innocence and naivety only added to Sano’s attractiveness making it that much more difficult for Saitou to resist.

Sano took his attention from the scenery outside the carriage window and noticed Saitou eyeing him. Sano often wished that he was more in control of his emotions. The last thing that Sano wanted Saitou to notice was how easily Sano blushed. Sano had no idea that his inability to prevent his cheeks from flushing various shades of red was one of the very things about Sano that made him so irresistible to Saitou.

“Sanosuke, are you blushing?” Saitou teased as he grinned at Sano playfully.

“Huh? Uh… No, of course not. I, uh…” Sano began fidgeting in his seat, “…I’m just feeling warm. It must be this brand-new gi that I’m wearing. It’s not broken in yet.” Sano tried to appear nonchalant as he tugged at his gi-top so to appear to be fanning himself while he pulled at the fabric.

“I see,” Saitou said seemingly amused. “Then I take it you are warm often?” Saitou asked as he continued to tease Sano.

“Hell, Saitou, what’s with the quiz? You probably know it bugs the shit out of me to know you’re thinking about something when you look at me that way, but I don’t know what the hell it is you’re thinking!” Sano barked out defensively.

“You know, Ahou, you could always ask me what it is that I might have on my mind at any particular time,” Saitou encouraged Sano.

Sano shrugged his shoulders and asked apprehensively, “Okay, then tell me, what the hell were you thinking about just now when you were looking at me with your narrow wolf eyes?”

Saitou peered directly at Sano and slowly spoke as though he was attempting to get a point across to him. “I was thinking about your appearance being virally impressive, coupled with the fact that you are very naïve. It is a combination male and females find themselves attracted to.”

Sano blushed and asked, “Are you attracted to me, Saitou?”

Saitou shook his head and sighed, "Moron."

“THERE! That is exactly why I DON’T ask you questions. Ten-to-one, you’ll always come back at me with name calling, you freaking narrow-eyed-wolf!’” Sano blurted out in frustration.

“The only time I you’ll hear me call you, Ahou is when you act like one,” Saitou huffed. “Unlike yourself, I don’t allow just anyone to bring me off the way I just allowed you earlier. Doesn’t that tell you anything about my attraction to you?”

“Hey wait a damn minute!” Sano got on the defensive again. “Who says I let just anyone have me? And fuck you for even thinking that way about me, asshole!” Sano sat straight up in his seat and leaned toward Saitou and added, “And… what do you mean you ‘ALLOWED’ me to bring you off? I thought you WANTED me to do you a favor!”

Saitou found Sano to be even more attractive when the young man became angry. It had always been like that between them from the very beginning of their unique relationship. “Ahou, I do not recall asking you for any favors.” Saitou leaned back in his seat and stretched his legs out to straighten his back and purposely positioned his legs between Sano’s legs who had been sitting directly opposite of him. He playfully tapped at Sano’s ankles with his foot.

“Asshole,” Sano said as he let go of his defensive anger and leaned back as well and pushed his legs forward to cradle Saitou’s. Sano appreciated the contact that brought on a sense of security. He never wanted to feel abandoned again. There were way too many people Sano lost during the revolution, and he hated the thought of losing Saitou—again.

“I will have the driver stop to let you off before we reach the town.” Saitou’s voice startled Sano back from his thoughts. “I am still working on a case and it would not be wise to have the people involved see you with me.”

“I was planning on stopping by at the Kamiya Dojo anyway," Sano said. "I need to check with Kaoru about moving into one of the rooms there as Kenshin suggested.” Sano enjoyed the idea of letting Saitou know what he was up to in his life. He desired to feel like it mattered to Saitou, but it didn’t seem as though Saitou was interested in knowing what Sano did, or didn’t do.

Moments later Saitou signaled the carriage driver to stop. Sano didn't want to leave Saitou, but he didn't want to impose either. Although Saitou's different way of viewing things annoyed Sano, the young man still coveted to be connected to the wolf.

The driver opened the carriage door for Sano and stepped to the side. Without a word, Sano exited the carriage and turned to look at Saitou. Saitou eyed Sano standing there and was reminded of how lonely it had been without this young man in his life. Even though Saitou wasn’t known to share his emotions with anyone, Saitou was now willing to allow Sano to see the best part of him.

“Soon, Sanosuke,” Saitou smiled and nodded.

The words Sano just heard from Saitou was enough to put the biggest smile on the ex-fighter-for-hire's face. Sano nodded back and watched the carriage pull away, separating the two men once again. Sano sighed, turned around and headed for the Kamiya Dojo to confirm his first steps out of the city.

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“Well, one out of the four areas seem to fit the criteria. It’s a shame the owner wasn’t available to speak with, but I’ll tend to it early tomorrow morning,“ Horie said as he dipped the bowl of his pipe into his tobacco trough. “Right now, I would very much like to enjoy you, Mitsu-san. Come, sit next to me and we will talk for awhile.”

Mitsu reluctantly moved across the room and sat herself next to Horie on the settee. She knew Horie had more on his mind than what he proposed. Mitsu sensed Horie’s hunger for her since the first day she arrived in Tokyo. She had no hope of escape—only to endure.

Horie watched Mitsu as if she was a delicate butterfly. Her touch was always soft, her taste always sweet, and Horie had anticipated feasting upon her long enough. He was looking forward to a break in their work schedule so he could tend to more personal matters.

Mitsu never knew a life apart from submission, so rejecting Horie’s advances never crossed her mind. For the sake of supporting her mother and sister, Mitsu was willing to do anything. Horie knew that fact and had taken advantage of her situation in the past. This time was no different than any other time in the past.

Horie blew a thin stream of smoke into the air and leaned forward to set his pipe in the tray. He continued to watch Mitsu as she poured the tea and served Horie.

“*Douzo,” Mitsu gently nodded her head and handed Horie his tea.”

“Hmn, ” Horie nodded his head in response and sipped the hot brew.

Mitsu smiled and suggested, “Hisomu-san, would like a massage?”

“Hmn,” Horie nodded again again and suggested in return, “Perhaps Mitsu-san would cater to me by removing her kimono, so that my eyes would find rest on her beauty as well as my body find rest under her touch?”

“Chotto matte kudasai,” Mitsu said and left the room in order to ready herself for the inevitable.’’

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“Hey Kenshin!” Sano called out to his friend announcing his arrival at the dojo, but there was no response.

“Hmmm, I’ll check the main house and see if the little missy is in. I might be lucky and find some food while I’m at it,” Sano mumbled to himself. “Come to think of it, all I’ve eaten today was Saitou!” Sano laughed out loud enjoying the moment of being able to say it out loud like that.

“Sano! You ate what?” Kenshin popped his head out from behind the corner of the dojo’s building.

Sano jumped back a few feet and put up his fists, a natural reaction for the ex-fighter-for-hire.

“God damn it, Kenshin!” Sano shrieked. “You want to give me a heart attack, or something?” Sano dropped his arms and relaxed his on guard stance.

Kenshin grinned and tried to hold back his laugher and said, “I wasn’t sure whom it was that was approaching, but I’m glad to see you, Sano, that I am!”

“Yeah? Well, forget what I was mumbling about. I didn’t think anyone was around. I was on my way to go to the main house to see the little missy about a room here at the dojo.”

“Yes, I’ve already spoken to Miss Kaoru when I got back earlier about the possibility of you staying here at the dojo and helping out with the chores,” Kenshin said smiling as he nodded. “Miss Kaoru seemed excited about it.”

Sano placed his hands in his pockets and shifted his weight and nodded in agreement, “Yeah, I’m sure the little missy was very happy to hear she’ll have someone else to boss around.”

Even before Sano finished his sentence Kaoru turned the corner with two bundles of blankets in her arms. “I don’t boss you around,” Kaoru scolded Sano. “It may seem like I’m bossing you, but that’s only because you’d sleep the day though if I don’t tell you what to do!”

“Well, I agree, there are times when I need a little encouragement", Sano shrugged his shoulders and chuckled.

“I was on my way to prepare the room for you Sanosuke, but since you’re here…” Kaoru walked up to the young man and handed him the blanket rolls, “you can do your own room.”

Sano bent his knees to scoop up the linen from Kaoru’s arms. “Which room?” Sano asked.

Kenshin pointed at the last room at the end of the building, “You can have the last room, next to Yahiko’s old room. I already cleaned it out for you, that I did.”

“Hey, thanks you two, I really appreciate this. The city life wasn’t agreeing with me any more and I felt ready to get serious with life for a change,” Sano said sounding excited about getting started on a new level.

Kaoru took delight in Sano's apparent change, remembering that it wasn't too long ago that she had told Kenshin that she was beginning to worry about Sano. Now, Sano was his old self again and seemed even better. Kaoru wasn't about to take that for granted and was pleased to help.

“It’s getting late and the meal is almost ready. Sano will you stay for dinner tonight?” Kaoru asked hoping that Sano will begin staying at the dojo already.

Kenshin couldn’t resist the opportunity and jumped in to say, “Oh? I over heard Sano talking to himself about having already eaten earlier, that he did!”

“Kenshin!” Sano blurted out and turned a few shades of red. “Well, what I had for lunch was just an appetizer, so I have room for a meal now.” Sano looked over at Kenshin wearing snarl on his face.

Kaoru was used to the underlying messages the two friends constantly communicate to each other with and shook her head. “I’m not going to ask what the two of you are up to this time. By the time Sano sets his room up, the meal should be ready, or close to it.”

“I’m on my way, little missy,” Sano bowed holding the rolls of fabric before him.

“It’s just like old times,” Kenshin smiled showing his familiar eye-squint, “yes it is!”

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Mitsu returned and beside Horie. She was refreshed and wore a loose fitting yukata. She carried with her a towel and a warmed spiced oil vile.

“Ahhh, Mitsu-san, you look radiant and smell of lotus blossoms, my spirit is tranquil in your presence. Come, share yourself with me.”

Mitsu bowed and placed the tray with the oil on the table and then sat next to Horie once again. “Shall I prepare you for your massage now, Hisomu-san?”

Horie reached over and pushed Mitsu’s yukata off her right shoulder and moved in closer to her on the settee. His right hand reached up and slid under the yukata above her left shoulder and freed the upper part of Mitsu’s attire to slide off her shoulders and drop on the inside of her arms.

Horie leaned back against the settee and raided her beauty, first visually, then with his fingertips. Horie sighed as his fingers sauntered, finding its way across her chest to rest lightly upon her bare breast.

“I will let you know when to begin my massage, but first, I must look upon your beauty through the glossiness of the oil you brought with you, don’t you agree?”

Mitsu nodded, pulled her arms free of her yukata sleeves and reached over to the table. She gathered the oil vessel into her hand, and held it in front of her as an offering to Horie.

“Douzo,” Mitsu whispered invitingly.

Horie held his hand out while Mitsu poured the warm oil into his hand. “Ahhh, that already feels very nice,” Horie said as he rubbed his hands together.

Mitsu looked at the man who was about to take her and thought how ideal it would be if she was in love with Horie, or if this moment was happening with Saitou instead. Nevertheless, Mitsu was ready to buy her mother and little sister some assurance and be taken cared of. She did not want to worry about where their next meal was going to come from. Mitsu shut her eyes and appointed herself to Horie’s wishes.

Horie wasted no time and placed his lubricated hands upon Mitsu and began to rub the oil along her the round of her shoulders. His breath quickened, and he obliged his desires and let his hands, palm side down, drift down to her breasts and gently cupped each one.

“Hisomu-san,” Mitsu sighed when she felt Horie’s hands surround each of her breasts and began to massage the oil into her skin. It felt delightfully acceptable and less duty-like now. Mitsu’s enjoyment was obvious by the way she responded to Horie’s touch.

The oil turned very warm under Horie’s touch, which in turn produced an uncontrollable fervor to feel her against him. He needed her more than air itself, it seemed, for he took his hands from her breasts and undid the tie on his hakama. He wasted no time to kick it down to his ankles and then off to the side of the settee.

“Mitsu-san, please…” Horie placed his still greased palms back on Mitsu’s ripened fruits once again and urgently continued and said, “…my fundoshi.”

Mitsu turned her attention to Horie who was partly leaning off the front of the settee to allow her access to the fundoshi tie on his hip. She reached down, untied the knot and unwrapped Horie’s fundoshi until he was finally freed from the restraint.

Once the fundoshi was taken care of, Horie called out for more oil, which Mitsu quickly provided. As she clutched the vile, Horie pushed her back against the settee, straddled her lap with his knees, supporting his weight so not to be a burden to Mitsu’s tiny frame. In that position, Horie dropped his hakama-shita from his shoulders onto the floor behind him. He reached down and untied Mitsu’s yukata and pulled open the front of it until they were both at faced with each other, unclothed, seated on the settee.

Still straddling Mitsu Horie said, “I want you to massage me now, Mitsu-san.” Horie leaned back just enough for Mitsu to see his zealous member between his legs bobbing for her touch.

Mitsu opened the vile, held it over Horie’s eager limb and slowly trickled the lustrous ointment on his swollen organ's head and she hypnotically watched the glossy liquid trickled down the sides of Horie’s pleasure core. He gasped as he felt the warm oil spill over him. He began to ache. His skin was taught and sensitive to every molecule in the ointment, as though little fingers were fluttering down his shaft.

Horie’s head began to swim, the whole room swirled, and all that was left for him at that moment was to flow with his raw desires and surrender to his potent instincts. Horie raised himself on his knees and pushed himself forward until his hardness laid against Mitsu’s soft, but firm orbs. He reached down and pushed her breasts together.

“Mitsu-san, hold me between your bosoms and pleasure me,” Horie requested as he sucked air between his lips and pushed himself slowly between Mitsu’s lubricated cleavage. “Ahggh,” Horie moaned out loud as he was totally lost to the soft skin that embraced him.

Mitsu was also taken up in the sensual frenzy and rode Horie’s gait enthralled in his show of passion and pleasure as a result of what she was doing to him. He was so strong, but during moments such as these, Horie was also so very weak. Mitsu knew she was in control of Horie and it proved most pleasurable for her to be in such a position.

The moment arrived for Horie as he gave one hard, great push against Mitsu’s breast causing his pulsating member to burst forth the salve that had been saved for this apex. He groaned, sending each ripple of climatic pleasure to spill across Mitsu's well oiled orbs.

“Mitsu-san…. Mitsu!” Horie called out not able to express all that was going on inside of him as he was totally consumed by her.

Horie was spent and dropped himself onto the floor beside Mitsu’s feet and rested his shoulders and head upon her lap as he tried to slow his breathing and catch his breath.

Mitsu cradled Horie’s head in her lap and steadied her breathing. When obligation was met, and the task was over, it wasn't too bad. Mitsu knew that it could be worse. For a lot of peasant women, life was hopeless. For Mitsu, she looked forward to a better day, but realized that for now, her life was there, as it was.

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“Little missy, I have to admit that this is the best meal I’ve eaten in a long time! What happened? You’ve been taking cooking lessons?” Sano asked trying his best to sound complimentary.

Kaoru giggled, “As a matter of fact, yes! I’ve been heeding a few of Miss Megumi’s tips. She comes here often, you know, and I think she’s been expecting to see you here Sano.”

“Oh, is that so?” Sano sounded surprised. “I didn’t think that the fox-lady cared whether I existed, or not.”

“Well, I know that Miss Megumi cared for you when Saitou put a hole in your right shoulder. I remember her sitting right by your side until she was sure you were going to be okay, that she did!” Kenshin recalled the fight Saitou and Sano got into the first time the two men met.

“You just wait and see, Sano, I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot more of Miss Megumi when she finds out you’re staying here at the dojo!” Kaoru said as she poured more tea for Kenshin and Sano.

Sano cradled his chin between his index finger and thumb and mumbles beneath his breath, “Hmmm, that will sure complicate things.”

“What was that?” Kaoru questioned and tilted her head her attempt understand Sano’s statement. “What do you mean complicate things?”

Sano was thinking about Saitou when he accidentally mention it. Miss Megumi had interest Sano, but always seemed to be more interested in Kenshin, so eventually, Sano gave up any hope that he and Megumi would ever find a common ground to connect. Not in the way Sano dreamed of anyway.

“Oh, well… it doesn’t matter. I’m just trying to focus on getting off on a good start away from the city and the last thing I need right now are distractions,” Sano explained hoping that it sounded convincing.

Kenshin sensed Sano’s distress and tried to help again by changing the subject. “Sano, are you all settled in your new room? I hope it will meet your needs.” Kenshin smiled as if knowing an underlying joke.

Sano realized Kenshin’s effort to rescue him and nodded with big smile. “Yeah, I’m actually ready to move in. All I have to do is go over to my place and pack my bag and dump some of the old stuff out. I’m certainly ready to do that as soon as possible!” Sano took a second to think, and then added, “I’ll go to my place now and get my stuff cleaned out and packed. I’ll be back tomorrow to settle in here.”

Kaoru held her hand up in front of her lips and giggled, “That’ll be great, Sano! Just in time to mop the dojo!”

Sano rolled his eyes. “I’m not moved in yet and the little missy already has me slaving!”

The sound of laughter echoed throughout the dojo's compound.
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