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Atonement	By : twistedgirl Category: Rurouni Kenshin > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2469 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Rurouni Kenshin, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer- I don’t own Rurouni Kenshin or any of the awesome characters, nor do I make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter Two

            Enishi glanced out the doorway of the old shack, scanning the distance for his nemesis. Still, there was no sign of the pint-sized assassin. He muttered his dissatisfaction. He hadn’t even considered the prospect of Battousai not returning. He’d merely assumed the man would show up for the sake of pride if nothing else. He snorted at the man’s apparent cowardice, but decided to wait a little longer in case he did show up.

            Enishi paced the dank, musky-smelling room looking for somewhere to sit. Just when he’d finally decided to sit against the far wall, he noticed a flicker of movement near the doorway. A wicked smile spread across his face when the assassin entered the room. He jumped to his feet, his pulse racing with excitement. His enemy’s forlorn expression brought him instant gratification. He was going to enjoy tormenting this man!

            Kenshin heaved a deep sigh. His return to the shack had been a long walk and given him far too much time to reminisce about the revelations of the previous day. Enishi’s sudden appearance had rocked him to the core. His mind was still on Kaoru and the others, and how last night, beneath the stars, he’d confessed to them the sins of his past. Their long silence when he’d finished attested to their shock. And now, emotionally drained, he was again facing the man who hated him most; a man who had dedicated much of his life planning vengeance.

            From the shadows of the far side of the room, Enishi wasted no time motioning for the man’s sword. Kenshin wordlessly complied. Enishi set the sword aside. However, this time, Enishi didn’t remove his own.

            “Don’t look at me! Turn around!” Enishi ordered. He was surprised when Kenshin didn’t protest and obediently turned his back to Enishi.

            Enishi’s body was electrified with the anticipation of putting his plan into action. He would do Tomoe proud and humiliate this man to tears. He would break him; body and spirit. After all, the monster had asked what he could do to atone. Now he could suffer. And when he couldn’t take any more suffering, he would endure more. No punishment was enough–nothing would bring Tomoe back!

            Kenshin felt Enishi close the distance between them. The hairs stood up on the back of his neck. Filled with dread, Kenshin dared not turn around.

            Enishi’s breathing quickened. He grabbed Kenshin’s long hair, where it was tied at the nape of his neck, and yanked his head back—glaring as he loomed over him. “Do you want to save that girl you live with?” he growled, visibly startling Kenshin with the sudden movement and disruption of silence. When Kenshin tried to nod, Enishi pushed him. “Then take off your clothes!” he commanded.

            “E...Enishi, this won’t solve anything,” Kenshin stammered. “There’s got to be another...”

            “TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES!”

            Kenshin swallowed dryly. This again? Without further objection, he carefully removed his clothing–beginning with his fuchsia kimono and white hakama and piled them neatly at his feet. Naked and vulnerable, he tried to remain calm, but Enishi’s heavy breathing made him uneasy. Obviously their close proximity to one another was agitating the younger man. He could almost feel Enishi’s hatred searing his back.

            Enishi’s lips curled into a snarl as he lifted his hands to the back of Kenshin’s neck. How easy it’d be to rip this man to pieces right then with his bare hands. But Tomoe wanted Battousai to suffer, so Enishi managed to squelch his simmering rage...for now.

            Kenshin’s eyes widened when he heard the unmistakable swoosh of Enishi’s clothing falling to the floor. But he couldn’t ascertain exactly what had been removed. Even worse, there were the soft metallic clinks of the man’s sword being adjusted. What was happening? His stomach fluttered anxiously. Was Enishi planning to...fuck him?

            Enishi deftly unwound the rope from the hilt of his sword. He let the sword drop to the floor beside his cape and orange, long-sleeved Chinese shirt. Wearing only his black, sleeveless undershirt and orange pants, he was ready to begin.

            Kenshin gasped when Enishi jerked his hands behind his back and bound his wrists with the rope. He grimaced as the rope was cinched tight. And still, Enishi said nothing. But Kenshin could hear the man’s excitement in his heavy breaths. A sudden shove sent Kenshin tumbling to the floor, where he landed on his knees and face. He turned his head to the side, his cheek smashed against the cool dirt floor. He tried to ignore the taste of blood now filling his mouth. His cheeks heated with the realization that his naked butt was thrust up in the air and there was nothing he could do about it.

            Kenshin couldn’t see Enishi, but he felt his gaze. He tried to crane his neck to locate the man, but with his hands bound behind his back, there wasn’t much he could do but lie there helpless. Enishi’s silence was unnerving.

            Enishi stared down at the assassin in this shameful position; his knees spread hip-distance wide, ass up, and face down into the dirt floor. This was just as Enishi had imagined, only now he couldn’t move. His body was frozen. His thoughts went immediately to Tomoe. Her smile reassured him.

            Kenshin tried to remain as still as possible which was quite difficult to do with his face ground into the floor in such a way. His body was tense, on high alert for Enishi’s next move. He nearly jumped when he felt fingers touch on the back of his thigh. But they were immediately yanked away–almost as though burned by something hot. He thought he’d heard a faint gasp, too.

            Enishi cradled his hand to his chest, his brow furrowed. He hadn’t expected Battousai’s skin to be so warm and soft, but rather cold and rough as a reptile’s–the way he’d always imagined. He hoped Kenshin hadn’t noticed his clumsy reaction. He didn’t understand why touching this monster’s skin was so difficult. He’d planned this all down to a tee. He was going to force the man to strip and proceed to torment him sexually. Simple. But in reality, the plan was easier said than done. He’d never before touched another person in this manner–out of lust or otherwise. He’d never had time for any such intimacy. Avenging Tomoe’s death had been his only thought; not sex or other pleasures. But regardless, he’d made a promise to Tomoe that he had to keep, no matter how difficult.

            Enishi reached to touch Kenshin, but his trembling hand froze before he could. His lips pursed with suppressed fury as he grew increasingly frustrated with himself and the situation at hand. He wasn’t going to be bested by this piece of shit assassin! With a growl, he snatched the man’s bound wrists and yanked him up to his knees. If he couldn’t touch the man, then he’d force the man to touch him!

            “You want to atone, Battousai?” he bellowed, his voice thick with fury. “Then make me believe it!” He violently spun the man toward him. His eyes burned into Kenshin who was on his knees, now looking up at him with utter shock. Enishi smirked as he untied the sash that held his pants up. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and cruelly speculated what Battousai would do next.

            Kenshin quickly turned his head to the side as his face was met with Enishi’s now-naked lower torso. His heart thumped wildly. What the hell was Enishi doing? No, this wasn’t right.   This isn’t what he’d agreed to. He wriggled his wrists a bit behind his back, but the rope was too tight. He was stuck. He considered simply refusing. He didn’t appreciate being mocked like this. His offer to make amends had been sincere.

            “Changed your mind?” Enishi taunted. “Your friends must not be important to you after all.” His smile broadened when Kenshin looked up at him again, anger burning in his gaze. Enishi chuckled.

            “If I do this....will you leave the others alone? Will you call off your cohorts?” Kenshin asked somberly. “I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, Enishi, but...”

            “I said you had nine days to change my mind!” Enishi snapped impatiently. “And now, after today, you have eight! Time is precious, so you’d better make good use of it, Battousai!”

            Kenshin let his gaze fall to Enishi’s crotch. His cheeks heated. The man’s size was larger than he’d expected. He eyed Enishi’s face and was met with the same look of cruel amusement. With a heavy heart, Kenshin licked his lips and proceeded to take Enishi’s jutting cock into his mouth.

            Enishi’s grin faded with this unfamiliar and unexpected sensation. The wet warmth of Battousai’s mouth was not supposed to feel...pleasant? A shiver ran up his spine. This was supposed to be Battousai’s punishment! Dammit! How was Battousai supposed to feel demeaned when Enishi grew harder by the second in response? Enishi hadn’t even considered how this type of sexual contact would feel. He’d merely assumed that he was impervious to sexual pleasure, just as he was with everything else, save the love for his sister and his immense hatred for the man who killed her. But now his trembling body attested to his mistake.

            “I’m unimpressed, Battousai!” Enishi tried his best to defeat the quiver in his voice. But that was a lie, because never before had he been this aroused. Tomoe... He gritted his teeth as he tried to focus on his sister. Anger was building almost as fast as the need in his groin.

            Kenshin was slightly surprised at how fast the man’s cock had become engorged. Now, it was all he could do to fit it in his mouth. Because his arms were still bound, he clumsily swayed toward the man every so often, forcing more of the man down his throat. He gasped for breath whenever he got the chance. Overwhelming guilt and sadness tugged at his chest. Every moment spent with Enishi was a reminder of not only Tomoe’s death, but the stolen happiness of her brother. If only Enishi would let him explain that this kind of thing wouldn’t ease his pain. Kenshin refused to give up hope.

            Enishi bit his lower lip as he watched the assassin suck him off. His body trembled violently, or at least it felt like it was. He struggled to control his erratic breathing. He should’ve been smug at the realization that his most hated enemy was forced to serve him on his knees. Somehow, he didn’t feel victorious. He tried to concentrate on his hate. But each time the warm smoothness of Kenshin’s mouth enveloped his flesh, he nearly lost himself. How long could he hold back when the man’s every muffled groan on his shaft only intensified the heat in the pit of his stomach?

            Realizing that he was quickly losing control, Enishi began to panic. What could he do? This was his sworn enemy’s mouth! He wasn’t supposed to come in his enemy’s mouth, he told himself—not if he wanted to maintain dominance.   He couldn’t let Battousai know he felt pleasure from this!

            With a fierce growl, Enishi shoved Kenshin back. “That’s enough!” He tried to suppress his heavy breaths, or at least try to pass it off as anger. But his body was on fire. He had to have release! He forced Kenshin onto his stomach and dropped to his knees behind him.

            “Did you touch my sister like this, you filthy piece of shit?” he spat with contempt. His blood boiled, his body ached, and his mind spun all at the same time. His breaths were ragged as he kneed Kenshin’s legs apart.

            “I asked you a question!” Enishi repeated, panting. “Did you touch my sister like this?”

            “No!” Kenshin gasped, his face mashed into the dirt floor. “I never touched Tomoe in anger like this! I loved—”

            “Never touched her in anger?!” Enishi’s voice rose hysterically. His eyes blazed. “You fucking killed her! I saw you do it!” He grabbed the man’s hips, his fingertips digging into the man’s flesh. Had this body taken Tomoe’s innocence? Well then Enishi would take back her purity by fucking this man! He tightened his hold on Kenshin.

            Kenshin winced. Enishi’s grip was painful. He knew what was coming next and he braced himself for the pain. He thought of Tomoe’s sweet smile and soft voice—and the fragrance of plum blossoms. I’m sorry, Tomoe...

            Enishi’s ragged breaths filled his nostrils, but he didn’t move. This was too easy, he stalled. He grabbed Kenshin’s wrists and hastily untied them. He wanted a fight. He wanted Kenshin to know his strength one on one. “Fight me!” he goaded. “Resist!”

            Kenshin refused. He could bear this as long as the others were spared. He must make amends to Tomoe’s brother however he could.

            “Then this is for my sister!” Enishi snarled. He spit into the palm of his hand and spread the saliva onto his rigid cock. He grabbed the man’s hips and thrust into him. Oh God, Tomoe.... He’d finally done it. His breaths quavered as he plunged into the man again. Kenshin made no movements to resist as Enishi had hoped he would.

            A tormented groan escaped Kenshin’s lips each time Enishi moved inside him. His body ached in protest. His fingers clawed into the dirt floor as he cried out his brother-in-law’s name—eyes watering as each thrust jarred his small body. The first sexual contact he’d had in thirteen years, and it was like this? This was all wrong! He was supposed to be helping Enishi, but now things were only going to get worse.

            Enishi was unrelenting as his fury took hold of him. His body burned. The intensity of this unfamiliar tight heat was almost too much to handle. He never thought his hatred for Battousai could translate into the fervent lust he felt at that moment. Already, he knew he was about to come.

            “Does it hurt?” Enishi sneered. “Then beg me to stop!” Enishi wanted to hear the man’s cries of pain, but was denied any such pleas for mercy.

            Enishi lunged forward to press his chest against Kenshin’s back to still him. He hooked his elbows below Kenshin’s armpits so he could grasp the man’s shoulders as he fucked him. With his mouth so close to Kenshin’s ear, he couldn’t resist whispering a few crude taunts. Even after he came, he didn’t want to stop. But in the back of his mind, an unsettling feeling began to stir; a feeling he didn’t recognize.

            He pulled away from Kenshin and looked down at the man with disgust. But his frown dissipated when he noticed the man’s shaking body. His heart skipped a beat. Had he nearly killed Battousai? He’d only desired to torment him, not kill him. He couldn’t suffer if he was dead. He quickly rolled him onto his back to look him over. Besides the moistened dirt near his eyes, he looked okay. But still, Enishi felt like an overexcited child who’d just broken his new toy.

            “Pfftt!” Enishi panted, readjusting his glasses. “I thought you were hurt, Battousai.” I guess he’s not as strong as I thought. There was that unsettling feeling again, gnawing at his gut. And why did he suddenly care if Battousai was injured anyway? The whole point of this was to punish him, right?

            Gasping for breath, Kenshin slowly rolled onto his side, finally managing to sit up. “Of course it hurt, Enishi,” he rasped. “You win. That was insufferable,” he said to appease the man. “Now will you please leave the others out of this?” He struggled to rise to his feet.

            Enishi scowled at Kenshin’s words. Insufferable? “Don’t forget, now you only have eight days!” His jaw tightened as if daring the man to argue. How dare Kenshin say what they’d just done was insufferable? Then he quickly reminded himself that he’d meant to punish Kenshin. But insufferable? He clenched his fists, feeling the urge to pummel his nemesis to the edge of death.

            Kenshin tried to catch his breath as he picked up his clothing. Without a word, he dressed and retrieved his sword. He turned to Enishi and noticed the man appeared to be sulking.

            “Leave!” Enishi growled, his scowl deepening.

            When Kenshin didn’t move, Enishi exploded with rage and impatience. “I said get the fuck out of here NOW!” he pointed to the door.

            Kenshin gazed at him, bewildered, before turning to go.

            “And you’d better show up tomorrow!” Enishi shouted after him.

            The moment Kenshin had gone, Enishi fell to his knees. His head reeled with uncertainty–and hatred. Why had that murderer’s mouth affected him the way it did? How had he lost control like that? This was the first time he’d been shaken like that...since Tomoe’s death. And this uncontrollable feeling infuriated him. He was superior in strength to that weakling! He would repay him tenfold, he assured himself. “Don’t worry, Tomoe. I will tear Battousai to pieces tomorrow.” His beloved sister smiled. Had he fooled her with his feigned confidence?

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            Kenshin adjusted his clothing as he limped back to the Kamiya dojo. Things had gotten way out of hand with Enishi. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. The musky taste of Enishi was still in his mouth.

            Kenshin reflected on the moment Enishi had yanked his hand away when he’d touched him. The man obviously found him extremely detestable. But Kenshin thought he’d seen a flash of compassion after Enishi had finished with him, although it may just have been that Enishi wanted him alive to continue his revenge. But still, there was a moment where it seemed a genuine concern, however brief. Through all of Enishi’s rage, Kenshin still saw an emotionally fragile man beneath the surface. In many ways, he was still the sensitive boy Kenshin had met so many years ago, just bigger and more dangerous. But he was still Tomoe’s little brother. Kenshin decided no matter what, he’d talk to Enishi tomorrow. He had to explain what really happened with Tomoe. He couldn’t give up hope.

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to be continued...

Author’s Note-   Haha! Enishi has NO idea what he’s got himself into! ^_~ Thank you for continuing to hang in there with this story!
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