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Of Swords and Men New Oct. 21	By : LindaSims Category: Rurouni Kenshin > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3524 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Of Swords and Men
- 2-Chapter Two
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This is somewhat PWP... but what the hell... I just like the pairing. Look for a new One-shot
coming soon called ‘The Color of Lavender’. Also, PWP. Just waff and sex—and lots of love. It
will be AK... of course. I only do AK and IS. God love you all.

AikuoKiba

Chapter Two

            “Good-morning, Himura. This is a... questionable surprise.” Saitou looked up from the pile
of reports on his desk, gazing with mild interest at the red-haired man standing in his doorway.
“What brings you to Kyoto this time?”

            “I wish to approach one of your officers, Saitou.” Kenshin walked into the room and nodded
toward the vacant chair in front of Saitou’s desk. “May I sit?”

            “Of course,” Saitou waved the Samurai toward the chair and pulled the thin, silver cigarette
case out of his breast pocket. Extracting a cigarette, he put it in his mouth and struck a match to
light it. “Which of my officers has caught your eye?” A wicked twinkle danced in the golden eyes,
and he smiled with satisfaction when the other man blushed.

            “I have not come on my own behalf, Saitou. I wish to speak to one of your men about
Kamiya-dono.”

            “The Kamiya girl? What about?”

            “I wish to inquire about his thoughts concerning a marriage between the two of them.”

            “Marriage?” Saitou was surprised. “I always thought you were going to marry the girl
yourself.”

            “Iie,” Kenshin shook his head, shifting on the seat of the chair. “It is not something I see
happening, as much as she and everyone else seem to believe it will. I do not love her in that sense.
She is more of a... well, she’s more of a family responsibility than a romantic interest for me. I feel
the need to help see her settled in her life. I am just not the one she can settle with. I care for her
deeply, as a friend and as family, but those are not the sort of feelings one should base a marriage
on.” He shrugged noncommital. “I do not foresee my feelings for her ever changing.”

            “I must admit this is a bit shocking.” Saitou flicked the ash off the end of his cigarette. “I
was sure you and she...” He shook his head and took a drag. “I suppose I can understand how you
feel, but what is this choice of yours going to mean to her?”

            “It will be difficult for her to understand in the beginning, I’m sure, but she will eventually
see that it is for the best.” Kenshin folded his hands in his lap. “I could never be a husband to her, at
least, not the kind of husband she deserves.”

            “I see.” The cigarette was dropped on the floor and stubbed out with his boot. “Who is the
young man you want to see?”

            “His name is Nakatari Hoji. I believe he is one of your young Lieutenants.”

            “Hai, he is, and one of the better I have on the force.” Saitou nodded, his fingers rubbing his
chin. “A good choice, I must agree. Have you spoken to him at all yet?”

            “Iie, this will be my first contact with him other than on a professional basis.” Kenshin
turned and looked out the window, his face a blank mask. “I have had the privilege of working with
him on several of the cases you’ve sent to me. He is quite honorable and he has aspirations of
following you up the ladder of promotion.”

            “Really? I had no idea the boy was so ambitious.”

            “Indeed, he wishes to become a detective or chief inspector. I think he has many of the base
qualities needed to make him successful in either capacity. However,” Lavender eyes turned to lock
with amber. “He is still quite young and you and I both know that life is never certain. He may yet
decide on something else, but I still feel he is more than stable enough to provide Kaoru-dono with
everything she needs, including a fine bed partner.” The last was said with just the hint of a smile
and Saitou nodded.

            “It would seem you’ve done your homework, Himura. I have no qualms about your
speaking to the boy. As far as I know, there are no other offers on the table in front of him, so he
should be reasonably receptive to you.” Saitou returned Kenshin’s half smile. “After all, Kamiya is
a very beautiful woman.”

            “Hai, that she is, but a stubborn one. It will take a man with exceptional patience and
passion to live with her.”

            “Hmm, I agree.”

            “Young Hoji appears to have both of these qualities, ne?”

            “Hai. He is indeed patient. As for passionate, all I can go on is his zeal for his work, and his
ability to charm his way into or out of just about anything.” Saitou grinned. “Perhaps I will
consider him for the detectives.”

            “I think you would be pleased with his performance, Saitou. The boy has great insight.”

            “He must to have impressed you this much. I will give him a look over.”

            “Arigato,” Kenshin stood and bowed. “Do you know where I might find him?”

            “Try the red-light district. I sent him and his squad down there to check out reports of a
disturbance this morning.”

            “Prostitution problems?” Kenshin chuckled and stood up. “I suppose there are worse things
to check into than beautiful, painted women.” Saitou smiled and pulled out another cigarette.
“Arigato, Saitou. I will try to speak to him another time... when he isn’t quite so involved in his
work.” Kenshin bowed respectfully to the smirking policeman and left the building. It had been
awhile since he’d been to the red-light quarter. He decided it might be an interesting change of
scenery, but perhaps one better left for another day.

            “Did you speak with young Nakatari, Himura?” Aoshi looked up from his position on the
floor of the temple, noting the contemplative look on his new lovers face.

            “Iie, he wasn’t at the precinct when I arrived, but I did speak with Saitou.”

            “Indeed, and what did Saitou have to say?” Aoshi shifted his position, making room for the
Samurai next to him.

            “He felt it was a reasonable match the same as I did.” Kenshin sat down, placing his sakou
battou on the floor beside him. “Interestingly enough, he felt the same way as most everyone.”

            “Meaning?”

            “He thought I was going to marry Kaoru-dono myself. He was quite surprised when I asked
him about approaching Hoji.” Kenshin looked at his hands for a moment and then turned to gaze
into Aoshi’s patient face. “How is it so obvious to others that we should be together and it still be
the farthest things from my mind? I don’t want to marry Kaoru... I don’t...” He sighed and leaned
his head on Aoshi’s shoulder. “Tell me what I should do, Saiai. I’m not sure I know anymore.”

            “What is it you want me to tell you, Kenshin?” Aoshi wrapped a comforting arm around the
smaller man, resting his chin against the silky red hair on his brow. “You must do what you must
do, and if that is to try and find Kaoru an honorable husband so you know she is taken care of, then
do it. Why are you questioning yourself?”

            “I don’t know. Perhaps it is just that there are so many who believe I should marry her,
but...”

            “But?”

            “I do not wish it.”

            “She is a beautiful woman, koishii...”

            “Hai, but I do not see her in that way.” Kenshin nuzzled into Aoshi’s throat, rubbing his nose
into the warm flesh. “I see her as someone I respect and care about deeply, but I have no wish to
bind my life to hers... not as a husband.” One feathery kiss and Kenshin felt the Ninja’s heart rate
double in the pulse point on his neck. “I still feel responsible for her welfare, and I feel I am the one
to make inquiries on her behalf, but I also do not want to see her hurt.”

            “That is unavoidable, koishii.” Aoshi pulled the willing Samurai into his lap, letting Kenshin
wrap his legs about his hips and then lay his head on his shoulder. “She loves you, and I am sure it
is you she dreams of being with, but...” The deep, throbbing voice trailed into silence as Aoshi
buried his face in the silken mass of red laying across Kenshin’s nape.

            “But, what?” Kenshin shivered and tightened his legs, pulling Aoshi more firmly against his
chest. His hands began a sensual caress upon and down the hard muscles of his lover’s back, and he
reveled in the low, moaning growl that escaped Aoshi’s throat. “What were you about to say?” He
asked, pulling back so he could look into the glittering, ice blue gaze. “But, what?”

            “She cannot have you, Kenshin.” Aoshi’s face was serious, his mouth hovering close to
Kenshin’s. “You belong to me now, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to give you up... for any
reason. Not even for a woman who loves you.”

            “You want me so much?” Kenshin asked, his features filling with wonder. “You would lay
such a claim to me as that?”

            “Hai, I want you that much.” A tender kiss, and Aoshi gently licked Kenshin’s bottom lip.
“I want you that much and more, koishii. Since holding you in my arms these last days, I cannot
imagine my life without you in it, and I am beginning to feel a certain possessiveness as well.”

            “Indeed,” Kenshin licked back, pressing his hardening cock into his lover’s belly. “You
won’t share me...”

            “Iie!” Aoshi growled again, grabbing a handful of the satiny red hair and pulling Kenshin’s
head back, baring his throat. “I will not. You belong to me, my beautiful tiger. I will not share.”
Aoshi lunged forward and covered the bounding pulse in Kenshin’s throat, sucking against it until
the other man whimpered. “Do you concede you are mine?”

            “Hai... I concede.” Kenshin dropped his head back, fisting his hands in Aoshi’s thick, black
hair, he pulled the man into the curve of his neck and shoulder, urging him to continue. Once more
he felt the surge of excitement and passion flood his body as Aoshi’s mouth roved over his skin, his
tongue and teeth creating little volcanic eruptions everywhere they touched. “I am yours... body and
soul, my saiai... for as long as you’ll have me.”

            “Then that will be forever, my amon. Will you stay with me so long?”

            “Hai... that will do.” Kenshin lifted his head and gazed at Aoshi with smoldering amber
eyes. “You are becoming ‘home’ to me.”

            Asohi moaned low in his throat and gathered Kenshin against his chest, covering the open,
willing mouth with his own. Deep and wet–Kenshin’s mouth was a bottomless cavern of sweetness
and Aoshi plundered as far as his tongue would reach, stroking the velvety sides, the smooth teeth,
and dueling with the tongue that rose to meet his every thrust. Kissing Kenshin was like holding
heaven in his hands and his cock jerked almost painfully, wanting to know the joys of the delicious
body rocking against it again.

            “I want... Dear Kami...” Aoshi lifted the smaller man up, untying his hakama and moving
them out of the way so he could caress the smooth, taut buttocks.

            Kenshin moaned and ground his cock against the bare flesh of Aoshi’s mid-drift where it was
exposed at the bottom of his open gi, and then he was pulling the garment open and pushing it off the
broad shoulders. “You are beautiful...” he whispered, pressing his mouth against Aoshi’s throat and
collarbones. “I want...”

            “Nani?” Aoshi shrugged out of his gi, letting the garment fall to the floor. “Tell me what
you want, koishii? Tell me, and I will give it to you.” He said, meeting the smoldering amber gaze
that caressed his face.

            “I... I want to feel you inside of me again, Saiai.” Kenshin’s voice dropped to a low, raspy
tone as he slid his tongue inside Aoshi’s lower lip. “I want to be a part of your soul as I was before...
will you take me again?” He asked, wrapping his arms around the Ninja’s shoulders, stroking the
smooth skin.

            “Hai, I will.” Aoshi crushed the tender lips beneath his and rolled so that Kenshin lay
beneath him, his legs still wrapped firmly around his waist. It was relatively easy for him to remove
the Samurai’s gi, exposing the pale, muscular flesh to his hands and mouth. “You will always be so
beautiful to me...” he said, licking the hard, pink nipples on Kenshin’s chest, making him moan and
thrash under him. “You have stolen my heart, little tiger, and I am lost to you.”

            “As I am lost to you, Saiai.” Kenshin arched up into the press of his lovers mouth, his body
trembling with desire and need. “I... I love you...” he stammered, pulling at the tie of Aoshi’s
hakama and pushing the garment out of the way. “You are my heart as no other has ever been.”

            “Himura,” Aoshi’s tone was anguished, filled with remember pain and loneliness. “You
have given me everything, koishii.” he whispered raggedly. “So much more, it seems than I have
given you...” He raised up and rubbed his mouth against his lovers willing lips, their tongues
touching and tasting. “You are the light of my soul.” Kenshin shuddered against him and he
cupped the exquisite face in his hands, ravishing the mouth until the Samurai was a quaking mass of
incoherent whimpers in his arms.

            With deliberate care, Aoshi reached beneath his lover and cupped his buttocks, lifting him
up so he grind their swollen erections together; the hot, engorged flesh sliding erotically against each
other. Then he purposefully moved down Kenshin’s body so he could pull the magnificence of his
swollen cock deep inside of his mouth, caressing the length of it with his tongue, dipping the tip into
the orifice on the end.

            “Aooshii!” Kenshin bucked and rocked under the pressure of the Ninja’s mouth, feeling like
he was going to explode from the sensations. “Kami... stop,” he begged, his hand half-heartedly
pulling Aoshi away from his manhood. “If you don’t, I’ll cum in your mouth, Saiai.”

            “And that would be bad?” Aoshi smiled, kissing Kenshin’s trembling lips as he cupped the
throbbing penis, stroking it in his calloused palm. “I have a mind to taste you, little tiger... and then
I will satisfy our other needs. Do you really object to that?”

            “Iie, Saiai, that I do not.”

            “I hoped you would not, koishii.” Aoshi watched, breathless, as Kenshin’s eyes turned
liquid. “Aishiteru...”he whispered, gathering the pliant Samurai into his arms for another deep, wet
kiss. “Aishiteru, my amon.” Then he slid back down the quivering flesh and leaned over the
twitching engorgement of his lovers soul and took it back into the moist reaches of his mouth,
sucking and stroking the silky flesh, his eyes closed in pleasure.

            “Dear God...” Kenshin arched, his knees pulling up to flank Aoshi’s shoulders. The breath
hissed in and out between his clenched teeth and his eyes were clamped shut as his body strained
against the rising need for release boiling in his balls. Of their own will, his hands buried themselves
deep inside the thick mane of Aoshi’s hair, holding him close while his hips thrust upward into the
extraordinary glory of that warm, moist mouth. His body was on fire and his mind empty of rational
thought. The only world he knew was between his thighs, and in one shattering moment he felt the
surge of his seed erupting, spilling down his lovers throat. “Naaayaahh!” His hips bucked and he
writhed like a serpent caught in a trap. “Aooshii!” He sobbed. “Aoshi-saiai...”

            Aoshi moaned heavy, a harsh sound deep in his chest, and then he roughly rolled Kenshin
over onto his stomach, lifting his slender hips high into the air, forcing him to support his wobbling
weight on his hands and knees. Growling with a primitive hunger that drove his control to the back
of his mind, Aoshi grabbed his lover by the waist and pulled him back, thrusting his cock deep and
hard into the vulnerable ring of his ass. Kenshin’s neck arched back sharply and he cried out a high-pitched sound of pleasure and pain combined that pierced Aoshi’s soul to the core. Bracing himself
on the smooth, hard wood floor, he spread the Samurai’s legs farther apart with his knees, and then
began a rough, almost violent pace in and out of his flesh.

            It was magnificence itself. Passion, wild as the stormy seas flooded over Kenshin as his
lover slammed into the most tender reaches of his body. White and golden lights exploded in front
of his eyes and he howled, shoving himself back onto the pounding rod that continued to claim his
flesh. Never in his life had he felt so fulfilled or so connected... the very fabric of his soul was
unraveling and reweaving itself into a harmonious fusion with Aoshi’s... a bonding of hearts, souls,
and their very ki’s unwrapped around them and fused them into one entity.

            One sword, one man... one life.

            The wandering Rurouni was home, and the solitary Ninja was no longer alone.
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