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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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Mitsu had the men working hard at getting the shop front back to what it was before it was ransacked by Serizawa’s men. She strove on perfection, yet knew how to take advantage of enjoying even the simple things that life presented to her along the way. It had always been a good balance, one that kept Mitsu sane, even though she lived in a world that was far from normal.

The room for Horie’s men above the storefront was large enough to accommodate them comfortably. Besides that one room, there were three other rooms that were somewhat smaller. They were set up for their purposes as well. Mitsu and Horie will be occupying rooms separately leaving one room to use as an office.

Mitsu knew her living there was only temporary. All she could do was dream of a normal life, but she was still grateful for Horie for taking her in even though she didn't agree with Horie’s profession. The fact remained, if it weren’t for Horie’s support, she would not be able to care for her mother and sister. Deep down, the haunting within her remained. She was not in love with Horie, but only wished she were, for life would then have meaning, instead of how she lived each day, driven by obligation.

If only Hisomu-san could be more like Cho, Mitsu thought and then caught herself again. There she was, thinking on someone other than Horie. She felt a little guilty for doing so, after all, Horie supported Mitsu. She knew that it wouldn’t be possible to have a comfortable life apart from him. Nonetheless, Mitsu kept her eyes keen for an opportunity to leave it all behind and escape with someone whom she could love and sincerely share, not only her life, but also her heart.

Those thoughts, for Mitsu, were only dreams and fantasies. There could never be a way to escape Horie’s possessive nature and remain alive. Perhaps, that was what it will take for Mitsu. She believed that there was no harm in hoping for that special day when a samurai in shining armor will come and rescue her from the life she was now so unhappy living.

“You seem to be in deep thought, Mitsu-san,” Horie said startling the fair beauty who was obviously miles away in a daydream from where she stood.

“My goodness, Hisomu-san! You caused my heart to skip beat just now. You are back so quickly,” said Mitsu with a forced smile on her lips.

“Hmn,” Horie nodded, "I left Serizawa to think on a few things. It should keep him quiet for a few days and the streets calm enough to travel on without wondering if war will break out at any moment.” Horie chuckled and said, “It will either be war, or Serizawa will decide to joins us.” Horie laughed loudly, with a hint of wickedness this time, and added, “I’m hoping he’ll choose war! I’ve been a bit bored as things stand here in Tokyo.”

A chill ran across Mitsu’s flesh, for she recognized the sinister look on Horie’s face. She had seen it too often in the past when Horie’s lust to control and swallow up lives became an obsession. She thought of him as a brush fire in an open field. When it reached the thick forest it ignited even the most resistant trees—hopping from one to the other, uncontrollable. Until all that was alive were consumed.

“Come to me,” Horie held out his hand toward Mitsu. “Mitsu-san, come and let me feel your warmth against me.”

Mitsu obeyed Horie’s summon and immediately responded pressing her body against his. She knew Horie and understood the reason for his request. Horie’s excursion to see Serizawa roused not only Horie’s lust for battle, but also his need for release. For Horie, the two are jointly related.

“Hisomu-san, the men in the other rooms, they will suspect…” Mitsu was cut short by Horie’s mouth suddenly pressing against hers.

“Shhh,” Horie heatedly whispered against her lips. “The door is shut, nobody will disturb us, remember how I’ve trained them? Now, silence from you as well. Allow me to quench my hunger.”

With that said, Horie pulled Mitsu even closer to him, slid his hand to feel the cross section of Mitsu heavenly thighs and the treasure mound that topped them off. “This is what I want, but being that we are here, instead of alone…”

Horie quickly shifts his hakama and parted his kimono beneath it. “Mitsu-san,” he nodded and looked down at his fundoshi. “Come Mitsu-san, take me out.”

As obedient as a well-trained pet, Mitsu complied, reached low between their bodies and shifted Horie’s fundoshi aside and released his yearning limb. Her tiny fingers knew their course and gently, but firmly took a hold of him. A rush of air escaped Horie’s lungs. His head fell back in response to the pleasure of Mitsu’s expert touch.

“Ahhh Mitsu-san, Horie amorously murmured. He held Mitsu’s face with his one hand, lowered his thick, pouting lips and pressed it against her mouth in a lengthy passionate kiss.

Mitsu kissed Horie in return, not wanting to deny him pleasure, but rather desiring to fulfill his need to bring his encounter with Serizawa full circle and quench the possibility of him becoming frustrated. She knew that Horie needed to spend his energy that was built up within him. It was better for him to release it there, with her, than to harbor it and have the stress build and erupt in some other way.

“Kneel Mitsu-san,” Horie ordered almost as a command rather than a request. He watched her lower herself as if to worship him, and her obedience only heightened his heated lust even more. He admired her full rounded lips that were still moist from their shared kiss. The sight was too irresistible for Horie to spend much time gazing upon. Besides, they were in a building full of people. There was still a possibility someone might interrupt.

Yes, there was no doubt that Horie was in control. He didn't allow Mitsu to move, but held her head on either side and push his pulsating arousal past her willing lips, until he could push no further. He continued to watch her lips, but now, he was a part of the lustful picture before him. Horie admired his own movements as he has admired his art of swordsmanship in the past. The both brought out the same kind of passion from within him—a passion that only differed in the end when one way killed, and the other, if the timing was right, brought forth life through conception.

Since Mitsu was kept from moving, or participating in one way, she reached up and tucked her hand between Horie’s legs until she found her target and gave him a gentle squeeze to quicken him. She was aware that anyone could walk through the door, and she didn’t want to have to face whomever it could be in such a way. Mitsu knew exactly how to hurry her man along.

Horie gasped and quickened his short thrusts. No longer able to focus on what Mitsu was doing to him visually, he closed his eyes, bit down on his bottom lip and strained to keep his climatic whimper silent. Horie’s release drains him of the tension he felt earlier with Serizawa. A release that was very necessary, so that Horie would continue to feel in control.

As Horie poured forth his hot flow into Mitsu’s mouth he grasped her jaw and softly, but firmly gave her orders. “Do not swallow! Mitsu-san, don’t do it.”

Mitsu obeyed and restrained from drinking Horie’s essence down.

Horie poured the last drop into her mouth, and then he withdrew. Without hesitation, helped her up from her kneeling position and drew her close to him.

“I’m still hungry, Mitsu-san,” Horie bend over and licked her lips tasting himself upon her. “Mmmm, delicious…” Horie inserted his tongue to get to the nectar that he placed in her just moments ago. “Give it to me,” Horie whispered and then placed his mouth over hers and drove his tongue into the liquid Mitsu harvested from him. She willingly returned what was Horie’s to begin with. He drank.

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

“Well, is he all right?” Kaoru questioned Kenshin in a panic.

“Miss Kaoru, you haven’t let me finish telling you, that you have not,” Kenshin said as he tried to calm her by holding her two arms to her side with each of his hands.

“But… but Sanosuke!”

“Sano is fine, Dr. Gensai and Miss Megumi made sure that Sano will see a long life. Furthermore, the wound was not as serious as it could have been.” Kenshin looked into Kaoru eyes to see if she understood him.

“That might be so, but I want to see for myself. Please, Kenshin, take me to Dr. Gensai’s. I must see if Sanosuke will be all right. I won’t be able to rest if I don’t,” Kaoru pleaded.

Kenshin knew it was useless to argue with Kaoru, so he gave in without a fight. “I still have the flatbed out in front, I’ll take you to look in on Sano before it gets dark. I will also take him a change of clothes as well.”

“Thank you, for taking me to see Sanosuke, Kenshin. I honestly wouldn’t be able to function if I am left to wonder about his condition.”

“I’m sure Sano will be glad to see you and you will be able to see for yourself that it will take more than a bullet to stop Sano! “That it will!”

Kenshin helped Kaoru onto the flatbed and headed toward Dr. Gensai’s. On the way, Kenshin filled Kaoru in on more of the details of what took place to have caused Sano to wind up with a bullet in him.

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

“I see no reason why we need to keep you here, Sanosuke-san,” Dr. Gensai said as he checked Sano’s vitals once more.”

“Yes,” Megumi agreed, “the wound isn’t at all threatening, but we do have to watch for infection. Rest will replenish your strength, and I do mean rest! Do you understand what I’m saying, numbskull?” Megumi playfully slapped the top of Sano’s unruly hair.

Sano cringed play acting like he was afraid of being whacked by Megumi and said, “Well, I don’t exactly feel like I want to run in a race, or anything close to that right now.”

“Do not concern yourselves with Sanosuke’s wellbeing. I can guarantee that he will be getting plenty of rest,” Saitou said as he gave Sano a stern look.

“That reminds me,” Megumi said. “Kenshin will be here shortly and he could probably give you two a ride. If I don’t see you before you leave, I packed dressing, along with some medicine to apply to the wound when the bandages are changed. Either Dr. Gensai, or I will have to take a look at you in a couple of days to see how you’re healing up.” Megumi giggled and added, “You must have the routine memorized by now being that you’ve both been in here too many times to count.”

“I know the routine,” Sano nodded his head, “more than I’d like to admit.”

Megumi looked at Saitou and then over at Sano and smiled. They seem happy together, who would ever imagine the two of them in this way, she thought. Megumi once believed that Sano would always be there for her, just in case she’d ever decide to put time aside for an intimate relationship with him. But, from the looks of things between Saitou and Sano, Megumi knew it is time to abandon the idea that there could be anything beyond a friendship between Sano and herself.

“Take care you numbskull,” Megumi pinched Sano’s big toe and stood up to leave the room. “Dr. Gensai and I have the rest of the patients to see.”

Dr. Gensai bowed, “Hmn, that is right, we can’t keep them waiting too long.”

The doctor and his assistant, Megumi, bowed once more before walking through the door to carry forward their mission in caring for the injured and sick.

Once again alone in the room, Sano turned his head and looked up at Saitou who was still seated by Sano’s side on the tatami. Sano was happy to be going to Saitou’s place to recover. It was almost worth getting shot for. The thought of the wolf caring for him certainly made Sano’s day. If only Sano didn’t feel so weak, he’d have his arms wrapped around Saitou's neck right about then to show his appreciation.

Kaoru didn’t wait for Kenshin to help her off of the flatbed carriage. She hopped right down and quickly ran into the building.

“Miss Megumi!” Kaoru interrupted the doctor’s assistant from taking information from a walk-in patient. “Is Sano all right?”

“No need to worry your little head off your shoulders, Sano is fine! All he needs is some rest. Go right into the first room to the left and you can see him,” Megumi said, pointing to the direction of Sano’s room.

“Arigarou gosaimasu,” Kaoru bowed and scurried along to find Sano.

In the meantime, Kenshin hitches the horses and then proceeded to where he left Sano and Saitou earlier in the day. Kenshin and Kaoru both arrived at Sano’s room at the same time.

“Sano!” Kaoru shouted and ran into the room and was instantly by Sano’s side facing Saitou. “Again you worry us! Are you all right?”

“Sano, still a bit groggy from the medication weakly tried to focus on Kaoru to speak, “I’m fine, Lil’Missy, no need to worry about me, you should know that by now.”

“That’s true,” Kenshin caught up to Kaoru and entered the room. “Sano had a way of bouncing back quickly, that he does.”

“Kenshin, thanks for getting me over here quickly,” Sano said. “I can’t remember if I thanked you earlier, I was pretty out of it.”

“Don’t worry about that Sano,” Kenshin said. “Just concern yourself with getting your strength back.”

“Hey, since we’re on the subject of regaining my strength, would it be too much to ask if you’d give Saitou and I a lift to his place?” Sano asked. “Both Dr. Gensai and the Fox-lady said I can recoup there.”

Kaoru looked at Sano and then at Saitou. Kenshin could already read Kaoru’s thoughts when she looked over at him with those big eyes filled with silent questions. Kenshin foresaw Kaoru’s demands for some answers about Saitou and Sano.

“That will be no problem, no problem at all,” Kenshin smiled. “I’ll unhitch the horses and bring the flatbed around.”

“Missy, can you let Miss Megumi know we’re leaving?” Sano struggled to sit up. Saitou was quick to help prop Sano up. “There is a bag of supplies that Megumi prepared. I need to take that with me. Could you please get that from her.”

“I’m on my way, just try not to strain yourself.” Kaoru set off through the door.

Saitou knelt and practically lifted Sano up off the floor and held him steady for a moment to see how well Sano fended off the dizziness at knee level. Observing that Sano was handling it pretty well, Saitou stood and prepared Sano to get up on his feet.

“You are doing just fine, Sanosuke,” Saitou encouraged.

“Yeah, well I know I wouldn’t be as steady if you weren’t here for me. Just proves the fact that I do much better with you than without you.” Sano tried to ignore the pain that began to creep up his side and throb.

“Another step up and you’ll be on your feet,” Saitou said and hoisted Sano up to a stand. Saitou saw and felt Sano’s weariness. Saitou pulled Sano’s arm over his shoulder and supported the weight of the injured young man. “Let’s do this,” Saitou said as he practically carried Sano out of the room and out to the flatbed where Kenshin and Kaoru are both waiting for them.

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

“So, it is settled, we will join Horie’s organization and put an end to the fighting before either side’s loss is greater than our investments,” Serizawa said filling in his mate, Mochi Hana. “I know it will take adjustment and it will not be easy for you in the beginning, but we must avoid dispute with Horie’s men, so it is in our best interest to join them.”

The pretty, dark-haired, athletic woman looked over at her mate with her big coal colored eyes and saw his concern for her comfort. “You are a darling for caring, but it doesn’t mean I’ll sit this one out. I had a feeling things were going to start changing around here when Furisaka-san and Okori-san were killed at the shop. We’ve never had to compete for territory before,” Mochi Hana smiled, “this should get interesting!”

“Calm down, my pet,“ Serizawa said laughingly, “you were always too excitable when it came down to a fight. I’m trying to avoid bloodshed, but you seem to thrive on it.”

Mochi Hana laughed and showed off her straight white teeth. “Well, you can’t blame a girl for wanting some action after being so bored, can you? This city has been boring the day I arrived! There’s nothing like a competitive kill. I certainly miss that after I left the clan. You and your handsome, strong face, just had to come along and lure me away from it all, huh?”

“Perhaps life will pick up its pace for you, we’ll just have to wait and see how things work out between our team and Horie’s." Serizawa walked over to the window, stared out and continued. “Let’s just take this one step at a time and see where it leads without the bloodshed.”

Mochi Hana joined Serizawa at the window and gazed out as well. “You know? I thought we’d rule this city by this time, but now you’re telling me that we have to step aside and let someone else run the show. You are right, that will not be easy for me to do. Who is this Horie person that caused you to back down so readily?”

“Don’t you go off thinking that way, my pet. I’m not giving in as quickly as you think. I’m trying to avoid spilling blood so easily, that is all. Grant it, Horie’s organization is big and his control is from north of Nikko to south of Kyoto. Rumor has it that Horie’s interests goes beyond dealing opium. If that is true, then it wouldn’t hurt to get in and see what is really going on.

“As you wish, but I am not planning on taking an idle role. I can slide in quicker and be less suspected than anyone else, Mochi Hana crossed her arms in front of her and glance up at Serizawa from the side of her cat-like eyes. “Now, doesn’t this remind you of how fun it used to be back in the warring days between our clans? It might just be good enough to ‘un-bore’ me. Ahahaha!”

“Oh you are the wicked one!” Serizawa laughed along with his lady.

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

Saitou helped Sano in to his gathering room and laid him on a pile of zabutons. "Stay right here and don’t move. I’ll get some ocha brewing for us."

“Hey, wait a minute,“ Sano wheezed. “How come I don’t get to lay in your soft western style bed?”

“Because, Sanosuke…” Saitou looked down at the broken young man on the tatami propped up by the zabutons around him, “…You are a mess, my bed is where I sleep and it is clean. I want to keep it that way, understand?”

“You know, Saitou,” Sano cringed from the pain the make-shift bed was causing him. “You never cease to amaze me how sensitive you really are. Here I lay, the person you confessed to love and need in your life, just thrown on your floor and…”

“Give it up, Ahou.” Saitou didn’t stay to hear another word, but instead, he left Sano to lay there and make do, while he went to the next room to boil water.

Sano tried to make himself comfortable, but no matter what he tried, nothing seemed to be helping. It didn't really matter to Him. Sano’s been in worse condition and pain than this before. What did matter was Saitou’s confession. Needless to say, Sano waited for so long to hear Saitou fess up to what was going on inside of him. Getting information out from the wolf was like digging from Japan to England with a chopstick. Although Sano resented the bullet finding its way to one of his ribs, it was worth bearing some of the pain if it meant knowing a little of what Saitou’s feelings are for him.

“Sanosuke,” Saitou called from the other room. “Remove your clothing, I will see that it gets cleaned by the morning.”

Sano looked around the room and tried to move. Just looking around was painful. “Shit! What do you think I am, super human?” Sano tried to sit himself up, but it was as though all of his pain-sensors were connected to that one wound. Just taking a breath was difficult. Of course, if Sano were on his own he would do just fine fending for himself. But having Saitou so near to him, certainly brought out the more vulnerable side of Sano.

Saitou really didn't mind all the fuss Sano made, for he had learned his lessons very well. Life is fleeting and moments of intimate sharing are very brief and far between the many sorrows during its course. It was time to take a breath of fresh air, before breathing was no longer possible. Sano was fast becoming Saitou’s breath.

“I see you are still dressed, Sanosuke,” Saitou said as he carried a pot of steaming water into the room along with a couple of towels.

“It’s not like I didn’t try, you know,” Sano snapped.

Saitou set the pot down next to Sano and knelt beside the young man’s hurting body.

Sano had a difficult time viewing Saitou’s attention as being a tender, heartfelt gesture. But it didn't prevent Sano to look on in amazement.

Saitou carefully pulled at Sano’s top revealing Sano’s bandaged chest and the outer parameter of the bruises that were apparent beyond the covering of the body wrap. Saitou proceeded to give Sano a cleaning. He soaked the cloth in the mild soapy water and wrung it out.

Sano closed his eyes in order to capture the feeling and the images of Saitou to set in his memory bank to keep with him forever. The warm water on the cloth that cleansed his face and neck felt like heaven reaching down to touch him. How long had it been since Sano felt the touch of love?

“I can get used to this,” Sano sighed as his skin reacted to the warm sensations displaying goose bumps. “You do this even better than Miyoko-san down at the furoya!”

Saitou pulled the tie holding his gi bottom secure and loosens it. He then scoots down to Sano’s lower half and pulls down his pants. Sano struggled to lift his buttocks up off the zabuton a bit to free the pants, but the pain shot through him due to the pressure he exerted on his upper body. Sano let out a little whine.

“Don’t do anything,” Saitou scolded Sano in a gentle tone. “Allow me do it for you.”

Saitou tried hard not to pay attention to his own body’s response to the visual and physical caresses he was administering to Sano’s strong firm muscles that were wrapped in its tight caramel colored skin. But as much as he tried, he could not curb the awakening of his own temptation, to cross the line of genuine care, and lustfully enjoy the flesh that laid under his fingertips.

Sano reacted immediately when Saitou mopped his groin with the warm cloth. The breath Sano suddenly drew in between his teeth didn’t go unnoticed by Saitou. Sano’s response to Saitou’s touch only made it more difficult for Saitou to stay on track, tend to Sano’s bath, and not pursue anything further than that.

“Would you rather do this segment yourself, Sanosuke?” Saitou asked in order to avoid exciting the both of them beyond their capability to resist.

Sano looked down at the handsome wolf that was now hovering over him. Sano recognized the hunger in Saitou’s eyes and couldn't help but want to feed him.

“Why do you have to be so damned self-controlled?” Sano blustered. “I know you’re turned on, I can see it in your eyes, and not to miss mentioning, notice the bulge growing between your legs.”

“We do not always have to give in to our fleshly desires, Sanosuke.” Saitou sat upright and raised his brow to state facts. “I do not deny the fact that I would enjoy taking you in some way right now, but may I remind you that the doctor advised rest.”

“Well, what if I rest here while you take my mind off of this pain I’m in,” Sano suggests. If you can manage to divert my attention somehow, I’m sure it’ll help me get the rest I need.”

Saitou looked down at Sano and realized the young man’s desire and energy to ‘play’ in spite of the circumstance being less than ideal. This was so different from Saitou's life. He had almost forgotten all about ‘play’ with having gone through so much of life’s hardships pressing in on him through the wars, and the battles he managed to survive.

Saitou rinsed the cloth once again and finished Sano’s bottom half, his legs and then his feet lastly. He stood and took the water into the other room and replaced it with fresh water for rinsing. Steaming hot, with new washcloths in hand as well. Saitou knelt beside Sano once again to finish the job.

“It will not take too long to get the soap off,” Saitou said as he began the rinse.

Sano happily chuckled and said, “I’m sure you’ve removed my dirt covering, because now I’m freaking cold!”

Saitou reached for another cloth, dipped it in the hot steaming water and wrung it out. “Here, this will keep you warm,” Saitou said, and tossed a steaming cloth over Sano’s groin.

“Yeeeahhow!” Sano yelped. “What the fuck is it that you trying to do, COOK IT?”

Saitou grinned, but didn't bother to answer him and continued to wipe the soap off of Sano’s body. This time, Saitou lowered his head close to Sano’s skin and gently kissed the area he wiped. One area after another, Saitou applied himself to a wipe with a gentle kiss.

Sano was speechless as disbelief warred against reality at what was actually taking place. No one would ever believe Saitou’s behavior, even if they did see it for themselves. The tender regard Saitou was displaying for Sano was no less than incredible. Far beyond what Sano ever-imagined Saitou was capable of showing outwardly.

By the time Saitou rinsed and kissed his way down to the one covered area on Sano’s body, Saitou found that the cloth no longer rested flat against Sano’s body. Instead, Sano naturally suspended the cloth off of his body like a flagpole wavering a message of surrender. Saitou found humor by Sano’s demonstration and laughed, delighted.

Sano joined Saitou in laughter until Saitou began rinsing the soap off of Sano’s erected ‘flagpole’ with the cloth that rested upon it. Sano gasped, inhaled deeply and exhaled Saitou’s name.

“Saitou, don’t stop now, you can’t stop. Saitou… damn don’t stop.”

“Stop what?” Saitou asked. “I’m just wiping off the soap.”

“Well, whatever the hell is that you’re doing, don’t stop doing it,” Sano moaned.

“Rest Sanosuke, if we go any further, you may start bleeding again. It will just aggravate your wound.”

“Wound? What the fuck is up with that? The wound isn’t throbbing half as much as the throb between my legs!” Sano shouted, “And it all your fault!”

“Now you’re acting childish, you must learn discipline, and take control of yourself,” Saitou advised Sano.

Saitou denied his own desire to take Sano up on the passionate request and gathered the soiled towels and rinse container and left the room once again. Saitou tossed the water out the back door off the kitchen and threw the towels into the wash bin that held Sano’s dirty clothes. He then poured hot water into the wash bin to soak everything to ready it for washing.

“Ahou, I can hear you standing behind me,” Saitou said without turning around.

“I can’t rest…” Sano spoke softly and critically, “…this hurts too much.

Saitou set the hot water container down and turned around to look at Sano standing at the kitchen door pointing at his erection.

“Oh, I see,” Saitou nodded his head speaking calmly. “Perhaps it would be for the for the best if we take care of that ‘bother’, so you will be able to get some rest, hmmm?”

Sano nodded and smiled from ear to ear.

“Come, let us see what can be done in the bedroom, shall we?”

Saitou walked over to Sano, raised Sano’s arm up and over his shoulder and helped Sano to the bed.

Without saying a word, Saitou removed his clothing and laid it down neatly on the foot of the bed. Saitou stood there and enjoyed the sight of Sano’s body sprawled out before him on his large bed. Sano was looking so eager and desirous, it excited Saitou, and he instinctively took himself into his hand and applied friction against his stiffened flesh.

“Come and get it,” Sano teased the hungry wolf as he flexed his extended muscle between his legs. “I am wanting you more than ever!”

Saitou continued to stroke himself as he peered down at Sano, savoring every rounded muscle on the young man's body. How many times had Saitou played this scene in his mind? There were many lonely nights in this very room when Saitou tried to fight off these very images that were unfolding in reality before him now. Saitou’s excitement mounted and the desire to take Sano surpassed any good intention he had for Sano to rest. Saitou got on the bed between Sano’s legs.

“Don’t move Sanosuke, I’m warning you. If you move, I will stop and it will be the end even before this session ends. Is that clear?”

“The only thing I’m moving is the muscle above my balls, see?” Sano teased again and flexed himself in a prideful manner showing off what he knew Saitou had in his sights to devour.

“You moron!” Saitou shook his head and sighed hotly. “You are exceedingly capable of getting on my nerve, despite being disabled at the moment.” Saitou grazed over Sano’s body by sight and ran his tongue across his lips like a hungry wolf. “I must admit; I do appreciate what I see.”

“Yeah, you’d appreciate a meal,” Sano said as he observed Saitou’s unfolding need to feed. “You do want this, don’t you? Don't you?”

When Sano raised his voice in his excitement he felt a quick shot of pain at his side. There was no way he was going to let on about his pain to Saitou. Sano doesn’t want Saitou to stop. Instead of letting his pain be apparent, Sano took short shallow breaths and tried to speak again.

“If I could move freely, I wouldn’t let you go hungry. Hell, I would drive this piece of mine right into your hungry mouth and give you what you want,” Sano spoke quietly instead of shouting. “You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

Saitou continued to move his hand over his rigid-ness and was getting into Sano’s lustful play. Saitou gave in and made his move between Sano’s legs. He first took a hold of Sano’s pride and then Saitou lowered his head, released his tongue and quickly lapped up Sano’s excitement bead. The salty taste along with the sounds of Sano’s sudden gasp proclaiming his pleasure instantly shot a rush of intoxicating sensations directly to Saitou’s straining member as he also worked on himself.

“Sanosuke, do not move, you will hurt yourself if you do!” Saitou reminded Sano and then with one quick movement, Saitou engulfed Sano entirely with his mouth.

“Oooh damn! Shit! This is torture! good torture! Saitou… I love good torture!” Sano spoke out with each shallow breath. Saitou was literally taking Sano’s breath away with each passing trip over Sano’s consumed member. Sano found it incredibly difficult having to stay still, but in its own way, the restriction caused Sano to feel even the smallest detail of Saitou’s mouth. “Saitou, I feel you! Oooh yea, Baby!”

Saitou stopped and withdrew Sano from his mouth to speak. “Sanosuke, I would appreciate it very much if you refrain from using the term, ‘Baby,’ in the heat of your passion when you refer to me.”

“Ahggh! What the hell? Saitou, I cannot believe you sometimes! You stop in the middle of a passionate moment like this to scold me? Why the fuck couldn’t you wait till afterwards?” Sano grumbled.

“I am not scolding you,” Saitou explained, “I am simply making a request.”

“Alright, alright, I won’t call you, ‘Baby’, just … hell, can we just get on with what we were doing before we have to start all over again?”

Saitou resumed his position and once again consumed Sano entirely while at the same time continue to slide his hand over his own member. The passion was regained between the two and sensations intensified.

“Oh shit I want to fuck your mouth so bad,” Sano shouted and tried his best not to move. “Saitou, you are driving me crazy, what the hell are you doing to me down there?”

Sano tried his best not to move, but Saitou was manipulating Sano in such a way that forced Sano to arch his back and thrust his hip forward to move himself in and out of Saitou’s mouth. Saitou expertly did a succession of head bows moving his mouth on Sano with short quick thrusts.

“Okay, ahggh… Saiiiitoooou,” Sano gasped causing the pain to shoot across his chest. Sano slammed his palms against the futon on the bed and seized it firmly with his fingers. “Gaaah, I, I… can’t hold on,” Sano shouted.

Saitou was too far into the passionate sensations that engulf him at that moment, and he couldn't bring himself to make an issue about Sano’s insistent movements in and out of his mouth. He knew that Sano would not be moving around like that for too long, not by judgment of Sano’s increasing hardness with each of the young man's thrusts that passed through his lips. Saitou felt his own urgency and building pressure that was in need of release as well.

Sano arched his back and within the same movement he thrust himself upward into Saitou’s mouth and warned, “Here’s chow you big wolf!!!” Sano caught a deep breath and let go of himself into Saitou's welcoming mouth.

Saitou received the warning, but knew beforehand that Sano was on his way. He felt Sano’s involuntary contractions even before Sano’s actual burst that soon coated the back of his throat. At the same time, Saitou deposited his hot passion, exploding it into his other hand in pulsating, draining spurts. Saitou took his time in drinking down Sano’s gift, and made sure not a drop went to waste.

“Damn it Saitou, take it easy down there… stay away from my head,” Sano said in his exhaustion. “Saitou! You damn wolf! You’re going to make me move and it hurts when I do!”

Saitou finally lets Sano fall from his mouth and glanced up over Sano’s belly and chest, “You didn’t seem to mind the pain just a minute ago when you plunged in and out of my mouth. You seem to have forgotten that I told you to lay still, Ahou!”

Saitou resumed his mouth-hold on Sano’s now flaccid extension and purposefully swirled his tongue around its crown along with a few quick sucks and more tongue swirls.

“Aaaaaah! You bastard! Aaaaaaggggh! HELP!” Sano screamed as loud as his bruised lung could cry. “Help, someone… ANYone!!!”
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Rurouni Kenshin Fan-Fic - GOJOU