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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
- 12
- 13
- 14
Words you may not know:

*Tatami – Traditional woven floor mat

*Hitokiri – Manslayer; butcher

*Soba – Thin buckwheat noodles.

*Zabuton –Cushion for sitting or kneeling.

“Good work, Shinomori.” Saitou complimented Aoshi, finished the last of his tea in his cup and set it down. “So, if Horie Hisomu is Kanryuu Takeda’s successor, then Horie is following in Takeda’s footsteps and setting up here in Tokyo not just to traffic drugs…”

“Your insight is correct,” Aoshi interjected. “Horie has set up connections to black market weapons from the west directly into Tokyo Bay. It looks like it's turning out to be his main objective here. The drug operation in Tokyo is secondary. I have Misao Makimachi, and the rest of the Oniwaban group watching and reporting on Horie’s operation in Kyoto.”

“I see, then there is not much to do for the time being except to keep watch until Horie and his men settles in and begin their import operations. In the mean time, I will continue to make myself available to assist Horie, keep an eye on the development in here in Tokyo and keep the government informed.”

“Hmn,” Aoshi nodded, “I shall do the same in Kyoto.

Saitou nodded and placed his hands on his knees as a sign of wrapping the up the discussion. “Fruitful meeting; would you not you say, Shinomori?”

“I agree. I will investigate and confirm how many workers Horie has coming in tomorrow from Kyoto. Misao has a count on how many workers departed Kyoto, so we shall see if all are accounted for when they get here.” Aoshi finished off the last sip of tea, as well. “If all goes well, I will depart to Kyoto the day after tomorrow and be back here in Tokyo two weeks following.”

“Hmn,” Saitou affirmed, stood up and exited the gathering room. He proceeded to walk out into the main room of the house and met Kaoru on her way into the gathering room with more tea.

“Oh! You’re done?” Kaoru bowed. “I was just finishing with preparing dinner. Saitou, please say you’ll join us.”

“Thank you, but I must leave now. Please tell Himura that I will speak to him soon.” Saitou bowed, exited the main house and makes his way to the front gate.

Saitou glanced down to the left of the dojo’s rooms and saw Sano jogging toward him. Saitou chuckled to himself when he realized that Sano sat out in front of his room and waited for Saitou to exit the front gate.

“So, any particular reason why you waited all this time to see me to the gate, Sanosuke?” Saitou asked with a knowing smirk on his face.

Sano was a little short on air from running across the dojo dorms. “I want to see what you got going for the rest of the evening, that's all,” Sano answered as he tried to catch his breath. “Was hoping that you might want to get a bite to eat, or something…Maybe?” Sano felt awkward in his attempt to ask Saitou out.

“Hmmm,” Saitou gave a moment of thought to Sano’s proposal. He reached into his pocket to pull out his smoke pouch, took a cigarette out, placed it between his lips and lit it. After taking a couple long puffs he looked over at Sano and said, “First, get a change of clothes. You could use a bath. We’ll stop off at the furoya on the way to my place,” Saitou charged.

Sano’s eye’s lit up. “Got you!” Sano did a ‘thumbs up’ gesture and set off running back to his room to bag a change of clothes.

Saitou slid the front gate open and signaled his driver. By the time the carriage pulled around and Saitou got in, Sano arrived at the front gate, secured it shut, and joined the wolf in the carriage. The two were off to the furoya.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Kenshin leisurely walked toward the dojo after going to town to purchase some tofu for Kaoru. The path was usually quiet, so Kenshin used it often to meditate during his errands to town and back. A bridge connected the path to the main roadway where Kenshin approached and saw a horse driven carriage coming his way.

“Saitou and Aoshi must be finished with their meeting,” Kenshin muttered as he looked up to see if Saitou was in the cab as the carriage passed. Kenshin chuckled out loud when he saw the top half of Sano’s body hanging out of the cab’s window, Sano’s arms vigorously waving to get Kenshin’s attention as the carriage passed. Kenshin shot up his arm to return the gesture. “I see Sano is being taking out by ‘his dinner’ tonight,” Kenshin said as he laughed to himself.

Kenshin’s mind had been on Aoshi during his walk to town and back. He was thinking how it was to see Aoshi without a dark cloud over his head this time. After the death of his close comrades, Aoshi had suffered a time of withdrawal, and he kept to himself in deep thought for quite awhile.

Aoshi and his group, the Oniwaban, protected the generals of the Shogunate in Edo at the close of the Tokugawa. After the revolution Aoshi and his group had a difficult time trying to adapt to the new revolution in the Meiji era. Thanks to Kenshin, Aoshi had moved on and worked for the government by lending his ninja skills to better Japan.

Kenshin expected Aoshi to be in his room resting before dinner, but when Kenshin arrived at the dojo’s main house, Aoshi was still sitting in the gathering room where Kenshin left Saitou and Aoshi earlier that day. Kenshin wasn’t sure if Aoshi desired company, but he thought he’d ask Aoshi if he cares more tea.

Aoshi nodded as Kenshin enters the room.

“Would you care for more tea, Aoshi?” Kenshin asked as he kneeled on the *Tatami cater-cornered to Aoshi.

“I had my fill of tea, thank you Battousai,” Aoshi said as he held his hand over his cup to signal a pass on the offer.

“If you don’t mind, I would like to request that you not refer to me as ‘Battousai’. I have left all of that in the past and I hope that you will too?” Kenshin asked hoping not to offend Aoshi.

“As you wish Himura-san. It is good to leave the past where it belongs. You gave me much to think about the last time we met. Some of which I still think deeply upon.”

“How is Misao? It is unfortunate she wasn’t able to accompany you and visit with us this time,” Kenshin inquired.

“She did ask me to give all of you her regards. She packed some sweets in a basket and had me carry them here for you to enjoy. Unfortunately, she is assisting me on this current case and she is needed in Kyoto to track the organization’s progress. She could not accompany me this time,” Aoshi reported.

“You know, Aoshi, Misao’s feelings for you are obvious. In fact, I met Misao when she was searching for you in the woods. Have you had the chance to talk with her about any of that?”

“Hmn,” Aoshi nodded. "As it turned out, we have come to an understanding.” Aoshi lowered his head as he continued. “At this point in time, Himura-san, I am not sure if there will be a future for Misao and myself. Yes, I do care for her, and want her to have the best, but…” Aoshi hesitated.

Kenshin could see Aoshi struggling for the right words. Perhaps Aoshi was ready to explain his period of exclusiveness after the Shishio incident.

Aoshi let out a big sigh and looked up at Kenshin. He decided to tell Kenshin what laid heavily on his heart. “You see, Himura-san, when I lost my men, I not only lost a great part of the Oniwanban-shu, but I also lost the one I deeply loved.”

Kenshin’s eyes opened wide with surprise, then with concern he said, “Aoshi, I had no idea.” Kenshin recalled the names of the four men from the Oniwaban group that were killed and announced them out loud. “Beshimi, Hanya, Hyottoko and Shikijo. They were all very faithful to the Oniwanban-shu and died protecting your life.”

“Yes, Aoshi agreed, but there was one that had given his life to me, even before that day.

Kenshin thought back on that day. The memories of Aoshi’s men confronting Sano, Yahiko and himself came flooding back to him, and then Kenshin remembered Hanya’s face under the devil shaped mask was terribly deformed, with no nose; no lips and Hanya’s eyes...

Kenshin flashed back and vividly remembered Hanya’s words when Hanya and Kenshin were face to face in battle. Hanya said, “I am a spy. My primary duties are not fighting, but gathering information. I can disguise my face in any way. I burned off my lips. Cut off my ears and nose. Smashed my cheekbones…I don’t know where you’re from, but in the region where I was born there are a lot of poor villagers. In villages like that parents sometimes kill their children if they can’t afford to feed them. It’s still a custom today. Where I come from, it’s called, ‘returning the child.’ Even though they were almost starving, my family couldn’t do it. If I had been ‘returned’ then, my life would have ended. Instead, I could only hang around like a dog, kill or steal like a lone wolf.”

Kenshin raised his head and looked at Aoshi and said to him, “I know whom it is you are speaking of…” Kenshin trailed off and remembered the rest of what Hanya had said and voices it out loud to Aoshi… “Hanya...told me that you picked him up when he was a lone wolf and raised him to be the finest spy!’” Kenshin nodded and said, “Hanya also said that he would do anything for you, Aoshi. Even die for you!”

Aoshi looked away from Kenshin and closed his eyes as if the pain of it all was freshly upon Aoshi’s heart again. “He did indeed, Himura-san.” Aoshi took in a deep breath, held it for a second, and sighed, “Hanya did die…for me.”

“It is all clear to me now,” Kenshin said. “It was Hanya you mourned for and your grief over that fact caused you to go into seclusion after we brought down Shishio. He wasn’t just one of your men, he was your life?”

“Yes, he was a big part of my life and I didn’t want him to die without knowing that we were the best as a group. That is why I challenged you, the infamous *Hitokiri Battousai. I am grateful to you for reaching me in my foolishness and made me listen to your words of wisdom. Thanks to you, Kenshin, I was able to let Hanya go and move forward. It is fate that our paths crossed when it did,” Aoshi wore an expression of gratefulness as he looked into Kenshin’s violet eyes.

Kenshin felt compassion for Aoshi. In fact, as Kenshin sat there next to Aoshi he felt as though he wanted to reach out and embrace him; perhaps somehow comfort him. Kenshin, at the moment, was questioning himself as to why he was being compelled to do such a thing. Perhaps one of the reasons was because Aoshi reminded Kenshin of himself, some ten years ago, when he started to see things differently after taking on the vow never to kill again. Kenshin could relate to Aoshi, and he wanted to share the strength he found with him.

“Do you not judge me for loving a man?” Aoshi curiously asked Kenshin.

“No I do not, Aoshi,” Kenshin answered shaking his head with all honesty. “How can I judge a man for loving another, when I had taken many men’s lives from their loved ones because of hate? Which is better? To live and love, or to hate and kill?”

The moment was intense; the two men were being drawn together by a power that neither could define. Both learned by experience how quickly one person can pass from life to death. Both men lost someone they inordinately loved. It was a meeting of the minds for Kenshin and Aoshi, and perhaps a stroke to the heart for the both of them.

Aoshi felt the same as Kenshin and wondered what do men do when caught in an intimate moment such as this? Should he deny his feelings and let it pass and maybe miss a part of life that may never come his way again? Or, should he capture the moment and hope that Kenshin was willing to meet him on the same plain.

“Aoshi, I do not think that either of us need to assume what the other is thinking. We both had our share of having to read our adversaries moves and predict what the other is planning.” Kenshin sat on his heels and turned to face Aoshi. He and spoke in a low quiet voice and said, “I sense what you are saying, even without words spoken.”

“Hmn,” Aoshi nodded and replied, “I too hear your words that are unspoken and will wait on a better time to act on them.”

At that moment, Kaoru entered the room with Aoshi’s dinner and placed it in front of him, “I’m sorry it took me awhile,” Kaoru giggled, “but I had a difficult time cutting up the fish to get it just right.”

“It’s okay, Miss Kaoru,” Kenshin said with smile across his face. “Aoshi and I discussed some interesting things, that we did.”

“I’ll be right back with your dinner, Kenshin, and more tea!” Kaoru left the two men alone once again.

“Aoshi, shall we continue our discussion at a later time?” Kenshin smiled over at his guest.

“Hmn,” Aoshi nodded, “I would consider that an honor, Himura-san.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Gentlemen, more sake?” Miyoko asked Saitou and Sano as they soaked in their steaming bath at the furoya.

“Don’t mind if I do, Miyoko-chan,” Sano leaned up against the side of the bath bin and raised his sake receptacle. “Ahhh, this must be the better part of life, huh?” Sano saluted Miyoko and slurped down the hot sake.

The very well-endowed service woman poured Sano another drink then walked to Saitou’s side and refilled his sake as well. She left the container of sake in the warmer and exited the bath stall to ready more sake for the other customers.

Saitou took advantage of the placement and admired Sano who sat there before him as perfect as a virginal bride before their wedding night event. Saitou knew exactly what he was doing and enjoyed every minute of pampering Sano. Sano, of course, enjoyed the attention, especially when it was Saitou who is doing the catering.

Sano leaned back in the bath bin and playfully slid his foot across the bottom of the bin to find Saitou’s foot, and then he slowly continued to slide his toes up Saitou’s shin, knee and then the inside of Saitou’s thigh.

Saitou couldn’t resist Sano’s playfulness and participated. Saitou caught Sano’s exploring foot between his thighs and held it captive for a few seconds. Long enough to reach his hands around Sano’s foot to secure a good hold on it. Saitou smirked as he looked directly into Sano’s eyes to make Sano think that it was his turn to tease.

“Ahou,” Saitou addressed Sano, and with a sudden jerk Saitou had Sano’s foot up above the water and caught Sano completely off guard. Sano quickly slid off his seat and found his head under the water. Saitou let out a loud roar of a laughter that Sano heard even while his head was submerged under the water.

“You asshole!” Sano shouted, “Why the hell did you do that?” Sano barked after surfacing from his surprising submersion. He sat back on his side of the bath bin and shook the water from his hair.

“I like looking at you all wet,” Saitou said in a hushed tone while he watched the beads of water slide over Sano’s athletic shoulders and chest.

Sano looked at the wolf's narrow eyed smirk on his face. He let his dark brown orbs drape over Saitou’s strong, solid body that seem to have every muscle perfectly in place and well defined. Sano began to grow warm and yearning and he hoped that Saitou was, at least, feeling a little of what Sano was.

After awhile of horseplay, *soba and sake, the two men flag Miyoko down for towels. She hurried to assist them both out of the bath bin to dry off.

“Massage for the both of you this evening?” Miyoko asked the two men.

Sano looked at Miyoko with a big ear-to-ear grin and said, “Not this time, Miyoko-chan,” Sano glanced over to Saitou, “he will have the honor of doing me tonight.”

Miyoko giggled, “Ahhh, so this is why Sanosuke-san was always very ‘tight-legged’ when he came to visit with Miyoko?”

“Don’t listen to him, Miyoko-san. Sano had too much sake, and I think the hot steam from the bath went straight to his head,” Saitou huffed as he reached for his clothes to dress.

“Moron,” Saitou shook his head at Sano as he slipped his kimono on.

It didn't take Saitou and Sano long to get to Saitou’s home. The carriage pulled up to the garden’s gate. Sano ran to the gate, eager to let himself in, anticipating the night ahead with Saitou. The wolf, on the other hand, wasn't in a rush, but took his time talking with the carriage driver about the travel agenda for the following day.

Saitou shook his head slowly from side to side when he noticed the garden gate opened and Sano nowhere in sight. Sano was anxiously waiting for Saitou at the front door to the house—much like how a little puppy dog would wait at the door when play time with his master was over and a meal was ahead of him.

Saitou secured the garden gate and checked the lantern that hung out near the front entrance where he expected to find a message from Cho.

“Ahhh,” Saitou exclaimed. “Cho’s note is very informative. He might make a good police officer some day if he keeps enthusiasm for it.”

“Awww shit, Saitou,” Sano whined, “you don’t want to stand here wasting time talking about that ugly Broom-head do you? Come on! Let’s go in already!”

“Do I detect a bit of jealousy, Sanosuke?” Saitou inquired.

“You have to be fucken crazy if you think I’m jealous over that shit-sweeping-broom-head! I just don’t want to stand out here all night discussing such a pitiful topic, that’s all,” Sano answered defensively.

Saitou unlatched the door and invited Sano in. “I’ll be right back, make yourself comfortable. There is sake or tea in the storage bin.”

Sano found the sake and sat it down at the chabudai. He flashed back on how Cho interrupted a good thing going on between he and Saitou the last time he sat at the chabudai. “What an asshole Cho is,” Sano murmured below his breath.

“Who is an asshole?” Saitou asked as he over heard Sano grumbling to himself. “Are you ranting about Cho again? I know you’re jealous, why do you not admit it, so that you would be able to overcome,” Saitou suggested with the intent to set Sano on the edge again.

“Fuck you! I’m not jealous,” Sano snapped. This time with a little more intensity.

“Then why so touchy every time you either run into the guy, or if his name is brought up in a conversation?” Saitou asked sincerely wanting to know.

“Look I am not jealous, so can’t we just drop it and…” Sano poured some sake and pushed it across the chabudai toward Saitou, “…enjoy the evening. After all, you invited me here and I’m curious to find out why.”

“Ahou, think back to the conversation we had earlier at the dojo. As you recall, it was you who proposed we, ‘get a bite to eat, or something,’ as you struggled to put into words. I simply stepped in to catch you before you fell flat on your face in your attempt to ask me out tonight,” Saitou said.

“Oh, is that so?” Sano was reminded how he hated most everything about Saitou and this moment was no exception. “Damn it, Saitou! Why the hell do I let you get on my nerves? I don’t even know why the fuck I’m here in the first place!”

“Humph,” is all that Saitou said in regards to Sano’s complaints. Saitou set down his sake receptacle, stood up from the chabudai and walked out to the main room. He pulled out a zabuton, tossed it on the floor and sat.

A few minutes ticked by and Sano realized that the wolf was not going to return to continue their conversation, so he got up to find Saitou sitting in the main room faced the alcove. Without a word Sano knelt behind Saitou and placed his hands on the wolf's shoulders. The young man began to massage Saitou's shoulders and neck muscles. The kneading seemed to drain Saitou of the tension that was present a few minutes before.

“Saitou, you were right. I am…” Sano hesitated, thinking to himself that he was at risk of being called a moron again, but he decided to finish his sentence to keep peace between the two of them. “…I am jealous of Cho, but only because he spends a lot of time with you and I have to sit off to the side like an outsider.”

Saitou didn't respond. He just sat there on the zabuton staring off into the alcove. This, of course, irritated Sano. Sano stopped the massage, sat back on his knees and shrugged his shoulders, not knowing what to do next.

Saitou stood up from the zabuton and looked down at Sano. “I hope you’ll not sit there all night feeling sorry for yourself.”

Sano jumped to his feet and faced Saitou, “I’m not feeling sorry for myself.” Sano lowered his chin to his chest and then attempted to rub the tension out from the back of his neck. “Shit Saitou, why do I feel like such a klutz when I’m around you, but yet, I feel so fucken lost when I’m not around you.”

“Follow me Sanosuke,” Saitou said as he turned and walked to another room, slid the door open and stepped into the room.

Sano followed the wolf and was very surprised at how big Saitou’s house was. “Hmmm, the government must be paying you well by the looks of your house and all the fancy shit you have!” Sano complemented Saitou as he stepped into the next room.

Saitou slid the door shut and went over to the far end of the room. The darkness fled from the dark corner when Saitou lit the white candle lantern. Saitou did the same to the other side and stopped at his large western style bed.

The young man didn’t have to be told what to do next. Not this time. He immediately walked over to Saitou and looked at the man. Sano couldn't believe how good the wolf looked in the flickering candle light. Sano had no idea how he could be attracted to a man, but Saitou wasn't just a man to Sano, he was a living legend. And right then, Sano realized he had the legend standing right in front of him to touch, to feel, and make love to.

Saitou ran his hands on Sano’s chest and up and over his shoulders, pushing Sano’s gi top off and onto the floor. Saitou let his own kimono drop to the floor as well. Surprisingly to Sano, Saitou wasn’t wearing a fundoshi this time. Perhaps that was the reason Saitou excused himself upon first entering the house. That was when Saitou must have removed his fundoshi, in preparation for this.

The thought of Saitou's premeditate seduction excited Sano. He focused his eyes on the wolf and noticed how hungry the man looked. He knew that Saitou was going to satisfy himself tonight and Sano was willing to help the wolf feed. In fact, Sano had dreams about this very moment, but then, it was actually happening. Sano’s heart started to beat faster at the thought of actually feeding on one of the legendary wolves of Mibu.

“You know Saitou, I’ve never been on a western bed before,” Sano said not able to contain his excitement about it. His almond shaped eyes was intensely expressive. His emotional, as well as his physical arousal was evident on the young man's outward appearance.

“It seems that there were a few "first-times" for you today, and another one awaits for you just ahead,” Saitou said as he took Sano by the shoulder and pulled the young man against himself and held him close. The wolf ran his hands down over the shoulder blades and pulled Sano closer against himself by the waist.

"Oh shit", Sano sighed with a quiet moan when he felt Saitou’s masculine muscle rub up against him. Saitou was obviously eager, and so was Sano, for he couldn’t wait another moment to feel Saitou’s body completely naked against his own bare flesh. Sano hurriedly untied his gi bottom and let it join the rest of the clothes on the floor.

The two men stood there in an embrace that was flesh against flesh and loin against loin. Both were in awe of the incredible sensations they were experiencing simultaneously. The event stole their breath away and sent excitement coursing through their entireties.

Saitou held Sano’s face steady until he found the young man's lips with his own. He released his breath out slowly, calmly, and drove his tongue eager tongue into Sano’s moist parted lips. He felt Sano tremble in his arms in response to his searching tongue and spurred him to get into Sano even deeper than his tongue allowed. Urgently, he pulled Sano closer against him and pushed his pelvis against Sano's well endowed flesh.

There was no haste that time, no need to hurry. Their senses touched, and searched one another as though they were beginning a journey, exploring a brand new terrain together. They stood there awhile together in their embrace and fiery contact and enjoyed the moment that they anticipated all day.

“Sanosuke, do you not want to try out the western bed?” Saitou broke the kiss briefly to direct the young man's attention to the bed, and then kisses Sano again. Not quite as deeply that time, but tenderly.

Sano opened his eyes and noticed a box wrapped in silk at the head of the bed. “Hey!” Sano shouted, “What’s in the box?”

Saitou took the lead and laid on his left side on the bed. "Sanosuke," Saitou smiled and patted the bed in front of him. Sano quickly obeyed, hopped on the bed and moved close to the wolf. "Mmmn, good boy," he said approvingly as he glanced at the young man's attractive body next to him for the taking.

The wolf was nowhere near being in the mood for small talk, and set that fact clear to Sano by pressing his aching hard-on up against the equally aroused young man. He kissed Sano and he moved his hand down Sano’s neck and then passed his hand over Sano’s stiffened flesh.

"Oh man, Saitou, your hand!" Sano exclaimed and instantly responded by arching his back and pulled air between their lips as they kissed again. Saitou gently took hold of Sano in his hand, which caused Sano to groan from his throat, for Saitou's lips upon his mouth muffled Sano's vocal expressions of the pleasure he was obviously enjoying.

“It’s not going to take me long, Saitou! This is too damn good,” Sano warns Saitou desiring it to go on for as long as it possibly can.

“Sanosuke, listen to me…” Saitou spoke softly into Sano’s ear sending chills through the young man. “…Sanosuke, I know you are a virgin as far as being with a man. I will make this good and enjoyable for you if you listen to me.”

“Saitou, just help me last. I feel like I’m going to fucken pop any time. My balls are overloaded and... Shit." The young man pressed his head back into the pillow and gasped. "Shit! Ahhh, Saitou, you're way too much for me. Hell, I’m already so fucken high by just your touching me like this."

"All right then," Saitou said. "Let us take it slow from here on. Take a little time to catch your breath. The box, Sanosuke, is for you.”

"Huh?" Sano questioned. "Oh man, I forgot about that thing and it was right here next to my pillow," The young man laughed. He repositioned his body and reached over and pick up the satin covered box.

Saitou quickly moved up against Sano's back and pressed his eager member against the young man's firm smooth buttocks. "Open it," the wolf whispered into Sano's ear.

Sano supported himself on his left elbow and placed the box in front of him. He felt Saitou’s erection pressing up against his buttocks behind him. The whole mood was so intense as Sano untied the knots at the top of the box and let the silk fall from it. The box was made out of wood and the top part of it allowed Sano to lift it up and gain access.

Sano’s eyes became as round as two jewel orbs when Sano realized what is in the box. "I’m guessing that this is the moment I’ve been waiting and asking for?” Sano asked as he leaned up against Saitou and seemed to melt right into Saitou’s arms.”

“Yes, Sanosuke, this is my gift to you and yours to me,” Saitou held Sano’s body against his own and slid his right hand down over Sano’s right hip and outer thigh then caressed the young man lightly. Again, Saitou placed his hand upon Sano’s tight-skinned shaft and held him still for a moment. He tightened his grip around Sano and pulled his foreskin back tautly.

Sano lost himself in Saitou. So many sensations at once engulfed him, coupled with the excitement of becoming a part of Saitou he never thought possible. Everything together pulled the young man up higher to another level of attachment with the wolf.

“Listen to me Sanosuke, I am going to take you now,” Saitou said as he reached into the wooden box and took out an ointment vessel, uncapped it and poured a little of the smooth clear liquid onto his fingers. “Sanosuke, concentrate on relaxing initially… just hold steady and relax.”

Sano nodded, closed his eyes and eagerly surrendered to Saitou. He desired most of all to give himself to Saitou's wishes, desiring to unite with the Mibu Wolf and join their souls as one.

Saitou slid his lubricated hand between Sano’s buttocks, distributed the ointment liberally, and then slid his hand over his own ready member. Saitou took Sano’s leg at the knee, parted Sano's legs and positioned himself for entry. Bringing his hand in the front of Sano again, he took hold of Sano’s flesh and rubbed the remaining lubricant into the young man's foreskin.

Sano gasped and felt the lubrication on Saitou’s hand smooth over his extremely excited shaft. The experience was almost too much to withstand when Saitou’s fingers around Sano’s manhood tightened.

“Saitou, I can’t hold on!” Sano shouted. He panted in short breaths to keep himself from falling over the edge of no return. “Saiiiiitttou!”

Saitou felt Sano against his body and knew that timing had to be right for Sano’s first time. Saitou had Sano teetering on the edge and knew that it had to be now, or Saitou was going to lose Sano before Saitou could make Sano’s first time easier on him.

Saitou held himself against Sano’s very tight, virginal portal and pushed forward knowing that the height of passion that Sano was at that moment would mask the discomfort and ease the pain of giving up his virginity to him.

Sano gasped. The young man didn't realize that the pain would be as intense as it was. Actually, despite Sano's high tolerance to pain, it still hurt him severely. “Damn it! Fuck the pain!” Sano panted and gasped again.

“Steady Sanosuke, relax and let me in.” Saitou pushed against Sano and felt himself slide deep within Sano's hot grasp slowly, until Saitou could push no further. Saitou had entered Sano completely and held motionless until he was sure Sano relaxed.

“Mmm Sanosuke…” Saitou lowered his head to Sano’s ear, his hot moist breath whispered wistfully into his lover's ear, “…I’m finally inside of you; do you like it?” Saitou ran his tongue around Sano’s ear, down his neck, and back up to his ear. “Tell me Sanosuke, tell me how it feels to have me take you like this?”

Sano began to move against Saitou, totally surrendering to the man inside of him. Sano turned his head so that he was able to look at Saitou’s golden eyes as he spoke. “Hell, Saitou, I don’t just like this— I love you for taking me like this! I can always fuck and be fucked, but this is more than that. Saitou, I love you!”

Saitou was stunned. Sano’s words pull the breath right out of the wolf and he didn't know how to respond. All Saitou was able to do was touch Sano’s lips with his fingertips as if he was lightly kissing him.

“Saitou, I can’t hold on much longer… it hurts too damn good…it hurts GREAT!” Sano moaned between his heavy breaths.

Saitou could barely stand the incredible sensations as well. Every time Sano moved against Saitou it was another step closer to totality for him. It was a feeling that Saitou’s never experienced before, certainly not with another man. Saitou felt as though he too, was a virgin and Sano was taking a part of him that he had never given to anyone before.

“Sanosuke, I know of a place, let us go there together now,” Saitou said as he slid his hand down and grasped Sano firmly in his hand and skillfully worked Sano at the same time he worked himself in and out of Sano's backside.

“Yeah! Saitou! Now, I want you to take me there… now, pleeeeease!” Sano reached down and placed his hand on Saitou’s hand as the wolf stroked him in rhythm to the 'to-and-fro' movements of Saitou’s hips. Each thrust was bringing the two men closer, and closer to experiencing the culmination of their physical union.

Sano couldn’t escape the inevitable any longer. His body stiffened and his grasp around Saitou’s hand tightened forcing Saitou to increase his grip around Sano’s explosive member. “Saitou!” Sano cried out in unmistakable agonizing pleasure.

“Sanosuke, I’m with you, I have you!” Saitou moaned as he struggled to hold on until he felt Sano’s hot eruption in his hand, as well as the pulsating rhythm that surrounded Saitou’s projection inside of Sano. It was the signal that assured Saitou that it was the right time to step over the edge with his lover. It was the moment of no return for the both of them.

Saitou joined Sano in their passion duet. They were entangled together in a climatic rapture, so powerful, so intense that the two never experienced anything even close to what they found that evening. Nothing else mattered to them, for the two became one.

Both men laid there together catching their breath. Not a word passed between them for a few minutes. As their breathing slowed, Saitou was the first to stir and propped himself up on his elbow and withdrew his tired member from Sano. He then pulled Sano back to lay him on his back, and covered Sano's lips with his own in a deep sensual kiss. Sano embraced Saitou, being careful not to get any of Sano’s nectar from his hand on the wolf as he pulled Saitou closer to him.

“There is heated water in the other room. Let us wash,” Saitou suggested as he hoisted himself up and over Sano who didn't seem to want to move from that spot.

Eventually Sano found enough energy to roll out from the bed to follow Saitou to the next room. He felt unsteady on his feet, yet totally overwhelmed with what just took place. Sano felt taken, and at the same time, he felt like he belonged. He finally knew where he wanted to be.

The two men took their time freshening up at the wash bin. Saitou got done first, slipped on his yukata and went outside to have a smoke. He stood in his garden under the night’s sky and felt a little uneasy about his feelings for Sano. Saitou wondered how he allowed himself to get to this point. Sometimes it seemed that he wasn't able to control his actions and he was so very preoccupied with Sano all the time. The wolf wasn't sure what it meant, but he didn't think it was something he needed to avoid. Before Saitou concluded his train of thought, Sano stuck his head out the front door.

“Hey Saitou?” Sano softly called out. “Do you want me to leave now?”

Saitou took a puff off his cigarette, flicked it up in the air, off to the side and watched it hit the ground leaving a trail of smoldering ash behind it. He turned, blowed the smoke out from between his lips and shook his head. “Only an Ahou would ask such a question.”

Saitou walks passed Sano through the doorway. “It is late, latch the door when you shut it,” Saitou said as he continued to walk the bedroom.

By the time Sano entered into the bedroom, Saitou was already in bed. Sano disrobed quickly and slid between the covers next to Saitou.

“One thing I do know,” Sano said.

“Hmn, and what might that be?”

“I know for a fact that I love western beds!” Sano chuckled.

Saitou turned to lie on his side to face Sano. “You moron,” Saitou teased as he draped his arm over Sano’s chest.

Sano turned his head slightly and snuggled into Saitou’s chest.

The two fell silent together in slumber.
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