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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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“I enjoyed my evening with the two of you,” Kaoru said as she picked up the last empty dish that held the sweets Misao sent over with Aoshi. “Please thank Misao for the sweets when you see her again Aoshi-san.”

“Hmn,” Aoshi nodded, “She will be pleased that it was enjoyed. I will let her know.”

“Now if you two will excuse me, I'll turn in for the night. I had a long day, but I’ll be up first thing to serve breakfast!” Kaoru said as she walked through the door and exited the gathering room.

“Aoshi glanced over at Kenshin and asked, “Himura-san, will you not be turning in with Kaoru-san?”

Kenshin laughed out loud with squinted eyes in the shape of half moons and said; “I guess you could say, as you and Misao are at the present, so I am with Miss Kaoru. We’ve only lightly spoken on the topic of a future together, but we have not set anything in stone as of yet.” Kenshin’s brimming smile suddenly left his face when he recalled his past. “I too have loved and had to overcome loss.”

Aoshi looked up at Kenshin and realized that Kenshin’s compassion about Aoshi’s situation was heartfelt. Aoshi began trusting Kenshin as a friend soon after the confrontation with Shishio, and since then Aoshi truly felt that he made the right decision in allowing Kenshin into his life. Although Aoshi was only four years younger than Kenshin, Aoshi felt that Kenshin was seasoned in his understanding about life because of his experience as an assassin and hardship during the close of the Tokugawa.

Aoshi was never much on words; in fact, he was usually very serious and appeared to have no emotions at all sometimes. Kenshin’s mastership in Hiten Mitsurugi ryu enabled Kenshin to sense one’s spirit as he did so with Aoshi. Kenshin became aware of Aoshi’s willingness to dismiss most of his defenses, at least for the time being.

Kenshin and Aoshi sat in silence for several minutes. Both of them were contemplating on what to do next. That wasn't an easy decision for either of them. The two men, because of their martial art backgrounds and training, seldom made a move without consideration, contemplation and calculation.

Kenshin arched his back, stretched his arms over his head and suggested, “If you are ready to turn in for the night my room is on the same side of the dojo dorms as yours; I can see you to your room, if you would like to turn in now.”

“Yes, I am ready to retire for the night, shall we go then?” Aoshi got up from the zabuton and stretched his lower back as he stood in front of Kenshin.

Kenshin stood and faced Aoshi for a few seconds and hesitated from exiting right away.

“Himura-san would you rather we walk separately?” Aoshi asked sensing Kenshin’s inner turmoil.

Kenshin snapped out of his trance and looked up at Aoshi. “No, I was just in thought, that I was.” Kenshin turned and led the way out of the main house and then down the pebbled walkway toward the dojo dorms. On their way, Kenshin glanced down to the other side of the dorms opposite of Kenshin’s room and he noticed that Sano’s room had no light.

“It doesn’t look like Sano’s back yet,” Kenshin mentioned with a grin on his face.

“Hmn,” Aoshi nodded in agreement. “Saitou was anxious to leave the meeting earlier and when I stepped out of the main house for some fresh air, I noticed that Sanosuke left the compound right behind Saitou. Soon after that a carriage pulled away. I’m assuming that Sano is part of the reason why Saitou seemed to be more…” Aoshi paused to find the right word, “… more human.”

Kenshin chuckled at that and said, “Saitou and Sano have been in better spirits lately and for that, I am glad for the both of them.”

The two men arrived at Aoshi’s room and face each other. After a moment of silence between the two Kenshin spoke. “Aoshi, if you should need anything please don’t hesitate to let me know. My room is just a few rooms further.”

Aoshi glanced down the row of rooms to see where Kenshin was referring to and then looked back at Kenshin. “Himura-san, I will be leaving the day after tomorrow. Perhaps if we give it some thought?”

“You are right, Aoshi. Thought can only do us good at this point.”

Kenshin couldn't resist the urge to connect with Aoshi by locking onto his inviting ice blue eyes. Kenshin notice how calm his spirit was and how hesitant Aoshi was about going into his room. Kenshin wondered if Aoshi was stalling to give Kenshin the initiative, or was the shinobi just being polite in waiting for Kenshin to leave before retiring.

Kenshin turned to leave and took a couple of steps toward the direction of his room.

“Himura-san?” Aoshi called out.

Kenshin stopped in his tracks, but didn't turn to look at Aoshi, nor did he say anything. Kenshin just stood there.

“Restful night to you, Himura-san,” Aoshi said, and turned to enter his room.

Kenshin, still standing there with his back facing Aoshi, waited to hear Aoshi’s door to his room slide shut. He thought briefly about Saitou and Sano and the decision they made for themselves. And he thought of the decision he and Aoshi were now faced with. The sound of Aoshi’s door sliding shut prompted Kenshin to continue his short trek to his room.

“I will give it some thought,” Kenshin said out loud to himself as he slid his room’s door open and stepped inside, “...that I will.”

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“Ahou!” Saitou complained as he yanked the futon that Sano somehow accomplished to wrap around himself during their first night’s attempt at sleeping together.

Sano groggily flipped over and automatically yanked the futon back. “What the fuck is going on?” Sano barked.

Sleep fled to the wayside, and it became clear to Sano that he wasn't alone.

“What is going on is the fact that you have it in your mind that the futon is strictly your property!” Saitou yanked at the futon again, practically in vain. “That is what is going on, you moron!

“Oh…” Sano sat up and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. “It’s you Saitou. I forgot that I fell asleep here with you.”

“I can see that you haven’t had much practice in sleeping with anyone but yourself,” Saitou said sarcastically finally winning some of the futon over to cover himself.

“Oh, and you have?” Immediately after the words left his mouth Sano felt like an idiot for asking, knowing very well that Saitou had been married before. Sano was usually careful not to ask too many questions about Saitou’s past, but as possessive as Sano was beginning to feel about Saitou, what he just said was more of a reflex comment than an actual question.

Sano quickly laid back down and maneuvered himself closer to Saitou. Saitou had already turned his back toward Sano securing the futon within his arms to make sure that Sano would not cause him any more discomfort. That didn’t hinder Sano from nestling right up against Saitou’s warm build. Sano slid his left arm though the indent of Saitou’s hip and ran his hand up against Saitou’s chest through the tangled nest Saitou made with the futon in his clutch.

“Well?” Sano caressed the back of Saitou’s neck with his whisper.

Saitou stirred scarcely and mumbled, “Well what Sanosuke?”

“Well, beside your ex-wife, was there many other…um…” Sano didn’t quite know how to state his question. “You know…um.”

“The word you are looking for is, men," Saitou said. “You want to know if there were any men who I shared my bed with other than yourself? Am I not correct in assuming that is what you’re inquiring?”

“Yeah, I guess you already knew I was going to ask that sooner, or later.” Sano said feeling a little foolish.

“Would it matter either way, Sanosuke?” Saitou asked.

“No, of course not,” Sano quickly answered.

“Then, allow the past to remain in the past, shall we?” Saitou suggested.

Sano knew better than to demand answers from Saitou. Part of the reason why Sano was attracted to the wolf in the first place was because of Saitou’s mysterious aura. Saitou never volunteered information about himself, and Sano wasn't expecting Saitou to make any changes to his character on Sano’s behalf.

Now that Sano was fully awake, his senses became aware of the fact that Saitou’s naked body was in full contact with his own. The thought alone was enough to excite another part of his body, but with the reality of having Saitou in his arms, he couldn't contain the urges it stirred within him.

Saitou felt Sano begin to move against him with brushing motions. Although Saitou knew that they will be short on restful sleep, he allowed Sano to bestir his sensual appetite. Saitou spent too many lonely nights in that bed and Sano's disturbance was too good to pass up. Saitou wasn't about to complain about being the center of Sano’s sexual focus.

“Saitou,” Sano moved himself against Saitou’s backside. “Saitou, I want to fuck you, just like you did me.”

Sano’s confession about his desire for Saitou caused instant heated pressure to surge over the wolf's lower region and a low groan escaped his lips. Saitou relinquished his hold on the futon and reached for his awakened member that stirs for attention.

“Do you even know what you are doing?” Saitou asked Sano as he tilted his head toward the eager young man behind him.

“If you’re assuming I’m a virgin at fucking, let me show you that your assumption about that is wrong,” Sano stated his challenge, willing to make a good show of it.

Saitou moaned softly as Sano found the warm, narrow pocket between Saitou’s upper thighs and slid his stiffened member directly under and between Saitou’s buttocks. Saitou held his rigid flesh a bit tighter and moved along with Sano’s movements as Sano rubbed himself against Saitou’s hindquarters.

“Mmm, you know Saitou,” Sano said between his panting breath at the back of the wolf's neck, “I can ride you this way forever.”

“Do you mean you can do this for at least a few more minutes without spilling your seed?” Saitou chuckled.

“Ok big boy… you’re just asking for it, huh?” Sano reached over to the table and picked up the ointment vile that Saitou gave to him earlier. He and applied it to himself first, then poured some on Saitou’s curved fissure that's been tempting Sano from the moment he felt Saitou’s flesh against his own.

Sano wanted it to be good for Saitou and that made him a little nervous. He didn't want to fumble and do something stupid. Sano wondered what was so different about Saitou and himself. What made Saitou seem to fluently handle situations, and Sano usually ended up feeling like a klutz. Whoops, Sano caught himself thinking down the wrong road again. Why now? Sano brushed off the negative thoughts and doubts about himself and pushed forward, quite literally.

“Saitou, here’s some of the lubricant on my hand for your…”

Before Sano could complete his sentence, Saitou took the young man's hand and places it on his eager erection and clasped Sano’s fingers around to mold it to Saitou’s shape.

“You're wasting time,” Saitou huffed and held Sano’s hand in place as he positioned himself face down and use Sano’s lubricated hand to aim his thrusts. “Anytime you’re ready,” Saitou again urged Sano to be more aggressive. He then arched his back to allow Sano easy entry.

Sano, felt very awkward, but he tried to move confidently and steadied himself directly behind Saitou. He tried to concentrate on Saitou as well and could feel the wolf's stiffness in his hand. It wasn't as easy as he thought it would be. Saitou made their earlier love session seem so free and fluent and gave Sano the freedom to relax and enjoy. Now, Sano was feeling overwhelmed; thinking that he was in need of more practice to keep a man like Saitou satisfied.

“How the hell am I suppose to spear you when your ass is bobbing up and down the way it is, damn it?” Sano blurted out in his frustration.

“I don’t believe this,” Saitou sighed his complaint and steadied himself.

“Give me a break, this is my first time doing this back entry stuff,” Sano pleaded his excuse.

“Humph, virgin,” Saitou grumbled under his breath.

A split second after Saitou voiced his impatience, a tearing, piercing pain shot right through Saitou that caused him to throw his head back and let out a blaring roar. “GOD DAMN IT!”

Sano failed to take into consideration that most men prefer preliminary conditioning before being mounted and thrust at, or at least take the preparatory steps slow—very slow.

“Ahou! Don’t move! Not just yet,” Saitou ordered and bit his lower lip as he waited for the stabbing pain to subside.

Sano didn’t mean to ruin the moment, but it always seemed to happen anyway. He felt awkward, but strangely, he also felt a sense of power dawn throughout his being. A smile broke out at the corners of his mouth as he looked at Saitou pinned to the bed by Sano’s deliberate spear. The sight of Saitou in such a vulnerable position excited Sano and he could not refrain from moving his hips.

Saitou distressingly sipped air between his teeth when Sano began to move inside of him. “Saitou, why is this so damn good?” Sano asked as he felt himself drift away in immense pleasure. “I never dreamed…it…. sooo…” Sano lost his senses in an overwhelming whirlpool of pleasure, yet at the same time, he realized the closeness he and Saitou was experiencing.

Feeling more relaxed as the discomfort diminished, Saitou began to lose himself as well. The pain turned into incredible pleasure that made it impossible to keep from joining Sano in the sensually erotic dance reserved for the two of them to enjoy.

Saitou reached for his yukata and quickly spread it out between he and the futon then fell upon it resting his weight on Sano’s hand still clutching onto Saitou’s laboring member. Sano was forced forward when Saitou relieved his support which caused Sano to come against Saitou’s backside harder. Saitou gasped and used the momentum as a spur to quicken his movement.

Sano noticed Saitou’s change of pace and knew right away that Saitou was now in total enjoyment. Sano still couldn't believe that someone like Saitou would give him the time of day, let alone, share such intimate moments with him. This was indeed a time to savor, and Sano soaked in every detail of what the two men were experiencing. Sano slipped further away into a dreamlike state of mind, drowning in repeated pleasures of lust and love until the very core of him desired to scream out in ecstasy.

“Saitou, don’t leave me,“ Sano pleaded in his passionate state as he thrust and pulled. “I don’t want you to ever leave me like the others did. Don’t leave me again, Saitou, please!” Sano was totally engulfed in Saitou, barely aware of anything tangible that was outside of their copulation.

Although Saitou was, indeed, just as caught up in the moment as Sano, he did take note of Sano’s appeal. It was not the first time Saitou heard such words from the young man who was fast becoming an integral part of Saitou.

On that thought Saitou felt the urgent compression of Sano’s hand that held Saitou’s distended unit, followed by a strident cry of Saitou’s name from Sano. It was the signal that Saitou was waiting for that announced Sano’s proclamation of reaching his destination, and it was not too soon for Saitou. The wolf had been holding steady for this moment to arrive and now that the moment is upon them, Saitou let go to complete the journey with Sano. Both men, surely, could be heard in the parameter of Saitou’s garden, but neither of them cared whether anyone was close by to hear them. They were beyond caring until the climatic episode ran its full course.

Saitou and Sano collapsed and took a moment to recover and catch their breath. Sano’s hand was still wrapped around Saitou’s deflating extension. Sano eased his grip, but Saitou reacted, still l sensitive to stimulation. Saitou rolled a bit to allow Sano room to withdraw his hand, but with Sano’s dead-weight on top of him, made that a difficult task, especially when Saitou’s essence had just been drained.

“Ahou, it would help the situation if you dismount, or have you not thought that far yet?” Saitou stirred once again under Sano.

“Oh yeah…” Sano chuckled and rolled over and released his grasp on Saitou.

Saitou rolled over as well and found relief to get out from under Sano’s heavy frame. “Sanosuke, have you thought about letting go of your past?”

“Huh?” Sano propped himself up on his elbow and shared the yukata to remove Saitou’s dew that was left in Sano’s hand. Saitou removed his spent substance from his now exhausted member as well.

Saitou looked over at Sano with that special expression that Sano recognized, as it only becomes apparent few and far between. Whenever Sano saw that expression on Saitou’s face, it caused Sano to feel guarded and very secure. It was the feeling Sano experienced only a few times, but suffered the loss of those few he loved.

“Whatever it is that is in your past that causes you to fear that I will someday leave, you must let it go, so that you will be able to live your life without fear,” Saitou advised Sano.

“Oh that,” Sano sighed. “Hey, I didn’t mean to make you feel weird about anything. Forget I mentioned during our, uh, moment,” Sano said as he got up and headed out the bedroom’s door. “Be back in a few minutes, I’m going to clean up.”

“Hmn,” Saitou acknowledged and got out of bed as well. “I need a smoke.”

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“I know you are aware that it is I,” Aoshi spoke softly as he stepped into Kenshin’s room and slid the door shut behind him.

“Aoshi,” Kenshin spoke quietly as well. “Yes, I knew that it was you approaching by your gait. Is there something bothering you?”

“No,” Aoshi replied, “do not bother to get up Himura-san, but please allow me to lay with you for only a brief time,” Aoshi requested as he knelt on the tatami next to Kenshin’s futon.

Kenshin hesitated just for a few seconds, and without saying a word, he moved over to allow Aoshi to slip between Kenshin’s futon. Kenshin surprised himself at how easily he made room for Aoshi. It only confirmed to himself that he had been attracted to Aoshi from the very beginning and was willing to cross over the line without question, even before now.

“Aoshi?” Kenshin turned his head to look over at the warm and inviting figure now laying very close to him in the dark. Kenshin could barely make out the outline of Aoshi’s features, but from what little Kenshin could see pulled his breath from him. “Are you sure about this?”

Aoshi lifted himself on his elbow and ran his fingers through Kenshin’s healthy, thick hair as Kenshin lied on his back. He gazed into Kenshin’s eyes and was amazed at how wonderful they are to look at, like violet orbs reflecting what faint light there was in the dark room. “I’m very sure, Himura-san. I was sure that day of our confrontation. You are the one responsible for turning my life around and I will forever be grateful.”

“Is this how you choose to show your gratitude?” Kenshin asked seeking to understand Aoshi’s motive.

“No, Himura-san, it is not because of gratitude I am here. To be honest, I am not quite sure why I am experiencing such a draw toward you. After the ‘Shishio occurrence’ I took some time to sort things out and it all kept coming back to you, Himura-san.”

Aoshi leaned closer to Kenshin and lowered his head to meet Kenshin’s lips with his own. Kenshin, realized what was about to happen eagerly parted his lips to receive Aoshi’s expression of affection, or was it lust?

Out from nowhere, it seemed, Kenshin’s door slid open and caused the men to react quickly. Kenshin instinctively reached for his sakabatou and unsheathed it.

“KENSHIN!” Kaoru screamed as she discovered the two men together as they were just seconds before she opened the door.

“Miss Kaoru?” Kenshin cried out.

Kenshin’s own words spoken out loud jarred him awake to find himself sitting erect in his bed, breathing hard, but alone. He blinked his eyes in his dark room, looked up at the door and saw that it is shut.

“A dream,” Kenshin said out loud. “It was just a dream!”

Kenshin ran his fingers through his long red hair and rests his fingertips against his lips. “The dream… Aoshi… it was so vivid.”

Kenshin laid his back against the futon and closed his eyes. He ran his hand down to adjust his erection and sighed, “Aoshi.”
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