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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

*Noren - A curtain, usually seen outside shops and restaurants

*Hai – Yes

*Arigato gozaimasu – Thank you very much.

*Tantou – Short sword; dagger

*Baka – Fool; idiot; trivial matter; folly.

Cho acquainted himself with the carriage and horses. He had always gotten along with animals, so Cho thought that this part of the assignment was a big treat.

Now all I need to do is keep my eye on the lookout for anything that needs to be reported to Saitou. That should be easy enough. Sure beats sitting around that damn police station filing paperwork, Cho thought and patted one of the horse’s necks already feeling a bond beginning between he and his new four-legged friends.

Cho walked over to the storefront and tried to peer through the curtain that separated the shop from the outside walkway. Being that it was much brighter outside the store it was difficult to make out anything past the *noren in the darkness beyond. That didn’t stop Cho from trying to get a glimpse of Mitsu. He knew that he was attracted to her and had taken an interest in Mitsu the first day he met her. After that very first meeting Cho allowed Mitsu to linger on the borders of his mind, and recalled her beauty every time he was met with a quiet moment.

The delivery was complete and the hired men left the store after they packed up the loose ends before they departed. Since Horie and Mitsu were on their own right now having to set things up in the store and storage rooms that are above the store’s front. Cho thought it would be a good time to go in and offer assistance to the two storeowners. Cho secured the horses and made his way to the front of the store.

“Here, let me give you a hand with that,” Cho took hold of a heavy box that Mitsu was attempting to lift. “You know, a fragile person like yourself shouldn’t ought to have to exert herself in such a way when there are strong fellers like me around.”

“*Arigato gozaimasu, Cho-san.” Mitsu pointed toward the stairs in offering Cho directions, “The box goes upstairs in the last room at the very end of the hall.” Mitsu tried not to laugh at Cho’s funny accent, but she let out a giggle anyway.

“You are always so full of sunshine! You make my day Mitsu, I want you to know that,” Cho said very kindly, and gave Mitsu a wink. He headed for the stairs with the box in hand happy that he had the opportunity to have helped the beautiful woman.

Cho met Horie in the back room. Obviously, Horie was expecting Mitsu by the look of surprise on his face, when instead, Cho entered the room.

“Ah Cho!” Horie straightened his back after dropping a large box to the floor. “You are making yourself useful, I see. Very much appreciated! I hadn’t thought of using you to do a little heavy work around here. A couple of my men were suppose to be here by now and should already be pulling the slack,” Horie explained with a frown across his face.

“No problem at all, Horie-sir. Hauling heavy weights help me fit and strong. I don’t want to lose my physique because of laziness! I’m glad to help out.”

“Help? You do no such thing!” Horie corrected Cho, but in a friendly tone since the syndicate leader took a liking to Cho straight off. “You’re hired help… Let it be known that you’re one of my men now, and I’ll make sure that when pay time comes around, you will be paid accordingly.”

Cho immediately bowed and said, “I love my job, I love my job, I love my job.”

Horie let out a rolling belly-laugh and slapped Cho on the shoulder.

The men’s conversation was cut short when two men, unfamiliar to Cho, entered the room carrying boxes as well.

“Mitsu told us you were up here setting up, Horie-sama,” one of the men said as they drop their boxes in the far corner of the room.

“It is about time!” Horie snapped. “I want the two of you to set up a gathering room on this floor at the other end of the hall. We shall meet with the other men in there tonight. I wish for it to be in position by then.”

“*Hai!” The two men responded to Horie simultaneously.

Horie motioned to the two men, ordering them to turn and face Cho. “This is Cho, he’s our hired driver, among doing other things as well,” Horie introduced Cho.

“Cho,” Horie held his hand out, palm up toward the two men to introduce them to him. “These two gentlemen are my right-hand and my left-hand, Ito-san and Habu-san. I expect nothing but respect between you men so as to honor me. Anything less than that, I will deal with immediately… Do we have an understanding?”

The two of Horie’s men bowed, “hai!”

Of course Cho, being who he was, had to ease his inquiring mind. “Forgive me for asking, but since I’m new to this group, I’m not sure if I understand what you meat by, ‘deal with immediately.’ Could you…”

Before Cho could finish his question Horie snapped the answer out to Cho. “Put an end to whatever, or whomever it is that chooses to cause disharmony!” Horie exclaimed sternly, instantly produced a *tantou in his hand, and then he twirled it between his fingers, as if to admire the light reflecting off from it’s razor sharp edge. “Discord is never tolerated in this organization.”

“If that’s what you meant, then you got my understanding full on!”

Cho took a step back to admire the tantou’s blade in Horie’s hand. After examining it Cho excitedly burst forth and said, “Horie-sir, I have a tantou just like that, but mine has two dragons displayed on its handle instead of one.”

Horie stopped flipping his blade around and looked at Cho with surprise. Cho was almost sure he saw the drool collecting at the corner of Horie’s mouth. With much interest, Horie asked, “Are you telling me that you have the double-dragon gold tantou? There were only 3 of its kind made.”

“Well, you’ll be glad to be corrected, because one of the three bit the dust. I have the one of two rare blades in existence!” Cho exclaimed proudly as he puffed up his chest.

Horie looked over and sneered at the other two men standing idle. “What are you waiting for? I could have sworn I’ve given you your orders!”

The men shouted, “Hai!” in unison and scurried off to see their command through, before Horie lost his patience with them.

“*Baka!” Horie shook his head, but then eagerly looked back at Cho and asked, “So tell me, Cho-san, how did you find out such information about the tantou?”

“Well, I’m so glad you asked this feller that question.” Cho rubbed his hands together trying hard to contain his excitement. “I’ll have you know that before all the dispute, and discord that Japan had recently been through, I spent most of my time searching out rare and valuable swords.”

Horie had been a sword collector for a long while, and Cho was turning out to be a big breath of fresh air, as well as a source of refreshment, for Horie. He felt himself being drawn to Cho’s stories of adventure in sword collecting, which almost caused Him to forget about the tasks that surround them.

Horie briefly interrupted and said, “Come. Let us unpack these boxes and I will listen… Go on.”

The two men took on the task of getting the room set up, as Cho went on with the telling of his experiences while Horie listened with interest.

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Saitou grinned as he took down the last of the ocha and smacked smacked his lips. “At least that Ahou can make a good pot of ocha.

“It is obvious that the both of you are very happy together,” Aoshi said as he noticed the way Saitou took pleasure in even the smallest detail. Even such as, who had made the ocha and how it was made.

“What makes you think he’s with me?” Saitou looked at Aoshi from the corner of his eyes and raised an eyebrow.

“I know, because I am shinobi.” Aoshi paused for a second and added, “But I must be truthful… even if I were not a spy I would have assume the same.”

“Hmn,” Saitou nodded. “I’m assuming it is because you and Himura are headed in the same direction and that makes you aware of those around you who are in similar situations?”

There was no response from Aoshi at Saitou’s comment. He lifted the teacup to his lips and took in the last of it.

“It is obvious to me that it is on your mind just by the way you look at Himura,” Saitou prodded Aoshi for a reaction.

Aoshi listened to Saitou, but still, there was no reaction.

“Aoshi, you will never get anywhere with Himura if you remain passive. Himura is presently living his life, not as an aggressor, so it is very unlikely that Himura will initiate anything between the two of you even if he did wish it for himself,” Saitou said as he sensed that Aoshi needed a bit of encouragement.

Saitou readied himself to leave, and then, he knelt before Aoshi who was still sitting with his legs crossed on the tatami. “Whatever goes on in your personal life, I wish you well. Keep me posted on the development in Kyoto.” Saitou raised himself to his feet, bowed and walked slowly through the main house to leave the dojo.

Aoshi sat there, his thoughts ran through and over what Saitou said to him about Kenshin. Aoshi was torn, not knowing whether to make advances according to his desires, or deny all that was within him.

Meanwhile Saitou took a deep breath of fresh air and looked over to the dojo to see if Sano was doing his tasks that were assigned to him for the day. Saitou was pleased to see the change in Sano; after all, Sano was a street brawler, and a fighter for hire before Kenshin encouraged Sano to set his energies to doing more constructive things.

“Sano is in the bathhouse,” Kenshin called out to Saitou from the back of the main house as he carried a couple of empty bamboo buckets he used to haul water to wash the bath out with. “I’m taking these to get a refill, but maybe I’ll just take a break.” This time Kenshin gave Saitou a big smile, then chuckled and said, “I’m sure Sano would appreciate a break right about now too. Could you please do me a favor and let him know?”

Saitou turned toward the small-framed, red-haired man as he passed him hauling buckets, “Himura!”

Kenshin stopped and tilted his head toward Saitou, giving the wolf his attention.

“Aoshi is rather troubled. I think you should know that we need him to focus on this assignment. It may soon get rough in Kyoto when we start to apply pressure on Horie’s organization,” Saitou cautioned Kenshin.

Kenshin dropped his head in thought. A sudden seriousness washed the smile off his face. “I understand, and I appreciate the insight.” Kenshin proceeded to the main house, obviously with much to think about.

Saitou watched Kenshin until the ex-hitokiri took a sharp left and left his sight around the corner of the main house.

“Saitou!” Sano called out from the bathhouse’s porch as he waved an excited greeting at him. If that wasn't enough, Sano began to jump up and down wailing his arms in the air in a ‘come here, come now’ gesture.

Saitou turned around and with widen eyes took a gander at Sano standing at a short distance from him, barely dressed. Water droplets dripped from Sano’s hair onto his strong shoulders, and continued trickling their journey over his broad athletic chest, past his abdomen and finally gathered into his fundoshi’s fabric around Sano’s waist.

Saitou sighed out loud the ‘ahou’ word and then he walked toward the jumping young man. “If you don’t contain yourself, I will be forced to cut the spring out of your jump with my katana, Ahou.”

Saitou stopped just short of the steps that lead up to the porch. He found himself at eye level with Sano’s soaking wet fundoshi. Saitou took a long silent pause and stared at Sano standing in front of him, shimmering with the basking sunlight that shown through the droplets of water on his body. The effect made Sano’s body appear to glisten all over. What a sight for Saitou to savor. Utterly delicious! So much so, that Saitou ran his tongue across his teeth and lips as if Sano was a hearty meal set before the ravenous wolf.

Sano didn’t miss seeing the gleam in Saitou’s eyes. He knew right away that Saitou desired him. It sent a rush right through him. Sano tried his best not to blush as the wolf looked directly into Sano’s big brown eyes, locked on for a moment, and his released his stare, only to pan down to the obvious stirring under Sano’s fundoshi.

The water had soaked through the fabric to Sano’s skin, and made most of what the fundoshi was covering on Sano transparent.

“Sanosuke,” Saitou finally spoke after visually feasting on Sano’s form. “Himura mentioned to me that he was taking a break, and he asked me to let you know that it would be a good time for you to do the same,” Saitou said as he stepped up onto the porch. "Shall we go into the bathhouse before you catch a chill?”

Sano took Saitou’s suggestion as an order and followed Saitou into the bathhouse. Saitou stopped abruptly, which caused Sano to collide right into Saitou’s backside.

“Ahou, you are wet!” Saitou scolded the young eager man as he brushed off the dampness from his hakama before the moisture set into the fabric.

“You can say that again,” Sano teased. “It happens every time I’m around you.”

Saitou folded his arms in front of himself and raised his index finger to his lips as though contemplating an issue. “I see,” Saitou summarized. “Perhaps you need to be dried off?”

“That’s a thought…a GOOD thought.” Sano immediately unraveled his fundoshi. “I don’t like wearing these damn things anyway. I put this one on to do the scrubbing in here,” Sano said as he hurriedly unwrapped himself.

Saitou walked over to the open window and slid it half way shut. He stood with his back against it and took advantage of the sight before him. There, in front of him Sano was, in all his glory. Saitou lapped every inch of Sano with his eyes. From Sano’s wet hair, to his warm inviting brown eyes, sexy pouting lips, and perfectly shaped shoulders— all the way down to his bare feet, and wiggling toes that announced Sano’s anticipation of what was about to happen next.

“Sanosuke, time is not abundant,” Saitou said in a low gentle tone. “I want you to take yourself in your hand and ready yourself for me.”

Sano looked over at Saitou who stood in the glare of the sunlight that was coming in through the vertical slats in the window. “Shit, Saitou,” Sano said as he blushed. “I feel damn awkward doing that, and you know it!”

“Knowing you Sanosuke, I am sure you have had a lot of practice. You’re wasting time, either you get yourself ready, or we just forget this and not attempt anything like it again,” Saitou said as he glanced out the window to make sure no one was approaching.

Sano knew he needed to overcome his embarrassment in order to keep Saitou interested. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and placed his fist around his erection. Sano’s lips parted as he let out the breath that gave him the courage to proceed.

The sound of Sano’s breath escaping from between the young man's lips sent a surge through Saitou that quickened his own breathing. The more Saitou watched Sano, the more intense his hunger for Sano grew. A few minutes into it and Saitou wanted Sano in the worst way. The wolf was hungry and he knew exactly what it was that would quench his appetite.

“Sano… come,” Saitou spoke softly.

Sano eagerly stepped up to face the wolf, still holding onto his now throbbing member. “This is so hot, I can barely stand it, Saitou,” Sano cooed.

“Keep your eyes out the window in case someone wanders out here, and let us see how much heat you can withstand, shall we?” Saitou squatted down and leaned against the wall behind him just under the window. He his lips to moisten them as he grasped Sano’s buttocks in both hands, pulled Sano closer to him, and then placed himself in the position to receive Sano into his mouth.

“This is even wilder! I get to fuck your mouth?” Sano cooed even louder this time. In his mounting pleasure Sano placed his free hand on Saitou’s head to steady him. Sano pushed his straining organ toward Saitou’s hungry mouth. Sano moan quite loudly when he felt Saitou’s hot wind eager to taste him.

Sano leaned his erection forward and slowly pushed the head of his shaft past Saitou’s lips moistened lips. Intense pleasure ripped the strength from the young man's knees forcing him to catch himself by grasping the window slats that was before him. Sano almost forgot too look out the window, but then, he remembered and glanced up quickly to see if coast was still clear.

It is as though Saitou had been starving as he works on Sano’s strong erection. He wanted all of Sano and he tried to get as much of him into his mouth without gagging himself. The taste of Sano was purely lustful, like the honeycomb set before a bear; it motivated Saitou to get at the liquid essence within Sano’s storage.

Sano crouched forward and held onto the wood window slats and he tried desperately to secure himself from slipping as his legs continued to drain its strength. He gasped, moaned and embraced the back of Saitou’s head with his free hand. Sano’s climax was getting closer to the springboard, and all that was needed to jump off was a few strokes. Sano took care of that thrust his hip back and forth, working his straining cock in and out of Saitou’s mouth until he reached the point of no return.

Saitou received the payload at the same time he heard an agonizing muffled scream from Sano’s throat. The drink was passionate, as well as intoxicating, and Saitou made sure every last drop was devoured.

“SHIT!” Sano shouted… “My pants! Where the fuck did I put it? Quick, it’s Kenshin, he’s here!” Sano jumped back and staggered a bit.

Saitou, still a little groggy from his tasty drink stood up and arched his back to stretch it out from hunching over for as long as he had. He calmly walked over to the corner of the bathhouse, moved a small barrel out of the way and grabbed Sano’s gi bottom from behind it.

“Is this what you’re in a panic over?” Saitou lifted the gi before him.

“SHIT!” Sano dives for the article and quickly pulled one leg through, and hopped around to catch his balance to prevent himself from falling over.

Saitou shook his head and quietly said, “Ahou.” He then turned and walked outside, the same way he’d entered through earlier.

Saitou met with Kenshin at the top of the porch outside in order to give Sano sometime to get his pants on inside the bathhouse.

Kenshin stepped up the short steps and looked at Saitou with a half grin on his lips. “Saitou!”

“Himura,” Saitou nodded, and at the same time he wiped the corner of his lips with his forefinger’s knuckle, as if he’d just finished drinking some sake.

“Uh… Saitou, I’ll see you to the gate!” Sano stepped through the door of the bathhouse, seemingly out of breath wearing the rosiest color on his cheeks.

Kenshin looked at Sano, then at Saitou, and then back at Sano and said, “It appears to me that the break could have been a little longer, that it does!” Kenshin laughed with squinted arched eyes.

Saitou smirked and pulls out his cigarette pouch, lit one, and inhaled the smoke deeply. “All of this is probably making you very hungry by now, Himura,” Saitou said as he exhaled the rest of the smoke that was left in his lungs. The wolf took a breath of air and added, “Perhaps Aoshi Shinomori?”

“Huh?” Sano looked over at Saitou in wonder. “Kenshin… Aoshi?”

“Sanosuke,” Saitou spoke directly at Sano. “If you choose to be so intently focused on a single person, place, or thing in your life, you are bound to miss other details around you, as you have already missed the fact that your friend here has much to consider.”

Sano’s breathing calmed down a good bit, but he was a bit dumbfounded, but managed to chuckle nervously, “Yeah well, I guess you got me there Saitou, I have been caught up in my own world lately.”

Sano walked closer to Kenshin. “Hey buddy, if you need to talk about it, I’ll be around now, you know?”

“I appreciate that Sano and it looks like nothing gets past Saitou, I do have a lot to consider, that I do,” Kenshin sighed. “In my case, there are others whom I need to consider as well. They could be affected by all of this.”

Sano sighed as well. “I understand what you mean. I don’t even want to imagine what would happen if Kaoru, or Misao were to somehow catch wind of it.”

“Hmn,” Saitou nodded in agreement. “I think it would be better for Kenshin, and Aoshi to face the likes of five Shishios, rather than two angered women.”

The three men looked at one another and laughed heartedly together at the thought.
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