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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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*Gohan – Rice (cooked)

“What a damn night! I sure as hell am glad that Horie and the gang was too plastered last night to tell that I had blood all over me,” Cho spoke to himself as he set some ocha up for his chazuke breakfast. “I don’t expect them to wake up anytime soon, that’s for sure! That purty-lady, Mitsu, is getting even purtier every time I see her!”

Cho poured the ocha over his gohan, added some tamagoyaki that he had just finished making, and he quietly sat with his thoughts. He continued to talk to himself and said with a mouthful smacking on his breakfast, “I wonder if that purty lady knew what she was doing last night when she pushed up against me when the ole’ boss wasn’t looking.”

Sighing out loud, Cho allowed his thoughts to consume him. Mitsu’s sweet scent still lingered within Cho’s mind and the feelings that he had while feeling her so close to him had him making an adjustment to the way he was sitting.

“Damn this big fellah of mine needs some attention soon, or else I’ll go plum out of my mind!” Cho gave his complaining member an extra firm squeeze just to ease some of the tension he had going on down between his legs. “Maybe I need to take care of this, before I do anything else,” Cho sighed again, this time he decided to let his hand move on his lap.

Cho set down his chawan to loosen the tie on the front of his gi and slipped his right hand down under it to catch the side of his fundoshi with his fingers. He pushed it aside intending to stop the ache that was prompted by Mitsu’s flirting last night.

Of all the time there was in a day, the rap at the door had to, by chance, happen right then. Cho froze in mid-stroke and glared at the door thinking that if he didn't answer, perhaps whoever it was will go away.

“Cho, stop playing with yourself, I know you’re in there, I can hear movement. I need to talk with you,” Saitou’s voice seemingly oozed through the door at Cho.

“Shit,” Cho puffed. He removed his hand quickly and secured the tie up-front on his gi. “Come in, it’s open.”

Saitou slid Cho’s door open and stuck his head in the small apartment. “I need to speak with you before you head out to Horie’s,” said Saitou as he slid off his shoes to step into the room.

“Yeah? Well, you could have picked a better time. I don’t like to work and eat at the same time,” Cho said as he poured a cup of tea for Saitou.

“If what you say is true, then why were you ‘working’ on yourself just now in the middle of your meal?” Saitou narrowed his eyes to look at Cho as he slid the door shut behind him.

“You sly wolf, you think you can get a reaction out of me by accusing me of playin’ around here, huh? Well, I’m not going to bite… no sir! Although I’m not gonna lie either… if I don’t get some soon, I’m gonna lose my mind!” Cho sort of admitted his situation to Saitou.

“I’m not here to check up on your sex life, Cho. There’s been a couple others killed last night, but our guys can’t seem to get any information on the killer. They did tell me that the evidence and information gathered at the scene points to a lone killer, not necessarily opium related this time. Obviously due to the fact that the two victims both still had opium on them. Any ideas?” Saitou walked over, sat across Cho at the chabudai and took up the cup of tea that Cho poured for him.

“Well heck… You’ve come to Mr. Information himself this time. I know who set those two losers free from their miseries alright,” Cho said as he nodded his head, sipped his ocha and added, “that person you’re inquiring of is sitting right before you as we speak!”

“I see,” Saitou sighed then asked, “Hopefully you have it all clearly written in your report?”

“Yesiree,” Cho answered and reached over to a pile of papers beside him. “I did this last night when I got in. Everything’s there, written as clear as a cloudless sky on a summer’s day.”

Cho handed the paperwork over to Saitou. “It’s all there. Robbery— same two dudes that put a hole through the ‘Rooster-Head’. They cut up a poor ole defenseless street vendor, fled and I pursued them. I confronted the two assholes at the Kiku Bridge where they resisted. It’s all in my report, I returned the money to the vendor and the two shit-brains are history.”

“Hmn, good. I’ll add your report to my pile of papers,” Saitou said as he glanced over the notes Cho just handed to him. “Sanosuke will be pleased to know that the criminals that shot him are no longer around to do anymore misdeeds.”

“Speaking of that Rooster-Head, how’s his wound doing?” Cho shrugged his shoulders, “I know he doesn’t like me and all of that crap, but I personally don’t have anything against the guy.”

“Well, I won’t speak for Sanosuke, but I’ll tell him you asked about him,” Saitou said. “Now tell me about Horie and Serizawa’s merge.”

Cho rubbed his hands together and with great focus, he leaned over and began to fill Saitou in on all that he’d seen, and heard since their last meeting.

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

“Sorry about not being able to help you with all of this work, Kenshin,” Sano apologized. “You know I would if I could. If can do any light weight stuff without having to use my side, just let me know.”

Kenshin toted the tatami and laid down the last sheet of it in the corner of the new alcove in the main house at the dojo. He turned to Sano who was sitting in the opposite corner and said, “Don’t worry about this Sano, it’s only been a couple days since they operated on you to take the bone fragments out from your side. You should give yourself a break. Take advantage of this time and rest—that you should!”

“I guess you’re right,” Sano chuckled liking Kenshin’s advice. "Since Saitou had to work today he took me to Dr. Gensai’s at sun-up on his way. The doc said I’m on the mend, and fit to live life as usual as long as I don’t stress out the side for a while. It sure is good to be up and around again. The walk from Gensai’s to the dojo sure felt good!”

“I’m sure Saitou had a lot to do with helping your healing along, that I am,” Kenshin chuckled as he slapped the the tatami into the corner for a perfect fit. He stepped back and smiled at the finished project.

Sano blushed roses on his cheeks, which is his way of confirming that Kenshin had hit the nail on the head once again. “Well, to tell you the truth, I never thought Saitou had a caring side to him, but I guess the wolf has a lot of hidden qualities he rarely lets people see.”

Changing the subject, Sano looked over at Kenshin with a wondering expression on his face. “Hey, when’s Aoshi due back? I keep forgetting to ask you about the situation.”

“Oh, I’m not really sure how that’s going. To be honest with you, all I’ve done is think about the people that would be affected by it all. The more I think about it, the more I fail to justify pursuing anything with Aoshi,” Kenshin answered sort of solemnly. “I’m not sure when Aoshi will be here again, but I am sure we will discuss the matter in depth the next time we see each other.”

“Well, I don’t envy you Kenshin,” Sano said sympathizing with his good friend. “It must be tough to have to figure out something like that in life. It was hard enough for me when I had to deal with my relationship with Saitou. I wondered if I’m some sort of weirdo for loving the guy. But, I’d rather love instead of hate, it just makes more sense.”

Kenshin chuckled, “That it does, Sano, that it does.”

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

“Gaaaaah, Aagh,” Mochi Hana uttered as she held her head with her two hands. “Am I still alive after all that sake? For heaven’s sake, I did it again, didn’t I?”

Serizawa rolled over on the thick bean woven futon and placed his hand on Mochi Hana’s back. “Get more rest Mochi-san and you will feel better.” Serizawa felt the dull throb in his own head as he spoke. “You’re to blame for everyone’s hangover. If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t have had half the amount of toasts to drink through last night.”

“Yes, you are right Noboru-san. I’ll let you blame me just this once, only because I’m too ill to fight with you about it right now,” said Mochi Hana as she set her head back down on the pillow next to Serizawa. “Why do you let me go on like that? You should watch over me and limit my drinks.”

“I can always count on you to be the life of any party, and the beauty of any celebration,” Serizawa said to Mochi Hana in a soft tone and placed his arm across her as she laid still. “I’m willing to bet that you’re not in the mood to…” Serizawa said nothing else, but let his actions speak for him as he slid his hand across Mochi Hana’s breast and captured one of the firm globes.

“Oh… I’m not sure about that,” Mochi Hana hummed and stirred under Serizawa’s arm and firm grip. “I could just lay here and let you…” she giggled, “…play awhile.”

That was all Serizawa needed to hear to spring the other part of his body into action. “Good suggestion, my beauty. I’ll play while you lay, “ he chuckled. He took Mochi Hana’s hand and placed her gentle fingers around his strength below. “Just hold onto me and I’ll do the rest,” his voice, a little more focused, suggested.

Mochi Hana’s slim fingers curl around Serizawa’s able ‘weapon’. That is how she viewed the male’s external sex organ. Heaven only knows how many times she had to fight off attacks because of her beauty. A man is capable of using his penis as a weapon to harm, or for intense pleasure. It all depended on what controlled the man. Driven by either brutal lust, or passionate love, makes all the difference in the character of the man, Mochi Hana believed.

Mochi Hana turned her head to look at her lover who seemed to forge eagerly into his loving ritual. Serizawa was vicious in a fight, but in her bed, he was as passive, and as gentle as a lamb at its mother’s breast. Wild sex was not on Mochi Hana’s agenda anyway, so the soothing body rub Serizawa lavished on her was an agreeable way to start the day after playing so hard the night before.

“A little lower, Noboru-san,” Mochi Hana’s instructions drifted past her lips and were caught by her lover’s ear.

“Your wishes are what I live for,” Serizawa whispered as he fared closer toward his objective with his tongue trailing along the path from her navel.

His wavy soft hair clearly looked so natural running through Mochi Hana’s fingers as she watched Serizawa expertly dance his tongue up and over her feminine mound into her delicate folds.

Mochi Hana sighed in total relaxation. “Noboru-san, I lost you,” she said as she released her grip on Serizawa’s erection because he shifted his position on his way down Mochi Hana’s pleasure trail.

“Nothing to be too concerned about,” Serizawa looked up, smiled and repositioned himself to allow Mochi Hana access between his strong, muscular legs. There was nowhere in the world Serizawa would rather be than with his Mochi Hana. The way the two carried on most of the time, it was unmistakable that love was certainly seated in the core of their relationship.

The high pitched whines emitted from her throat signaled to Serizawa that Mochi Hana was enjoying herself with him. It always pleased Serizawa to know he was capable of keeping her satisfied, and the security in that was fulfilling for him as well. He tended to her deeply, darting his tongue everywhere he knew would urge her onward until they became one, totally blended and melded.

Mochi Hana laid there, body quivering and lost in wave upon wave of pure pleasure. She didn't forget her man—her fingers clutched him snugly within her fist and she felt every inch of his desire that wanted to satisfy her. Serizawa was never selfish, he was never greedy in their love sessions. He would always make sure to minister to Mochi Hana’s needs, and her desires, as though they were his own.

Despite Mochi Hana’s hang over from the night before, she gave into her passionate sensibility. Ebbing its way, slowly at first, her body stiffened... Then, as though she felt completely engulfed in rapturous undulating bursts of involuntary contractions, her body and soul were taken captive... only for a moment but, to Mochi Hana, it seemed like an eternity was going by.

Serizawa smiled contently as he had done so every time Mochi Hana was satisfied, knowing that it was now okay for him to relax and allow her to work her miraculous touch upon him. He watched her fingers fondle him, ever so gently and expertly. He adoringly looked upon her face as she laid there on their shared futon. Her eyes closed, still in a dreamlike state, holding on to her lover’s most ripened fruit. It was time, Serizawa decided.

Mochi Hana sensed Serizawa’s arrival. She opened her eyes and looked directly into his and recognized the familiar flame that he shown brightly for her ever since the very first time they met. Her hand encouraged him to complete his journey.

“Noboru-san, do you want my mouth?” Mochi Hana asked. She wanted to please him the best she could and do as he pleased. It was important for her to have done so. But before she received an answer from her man...

“Aaagh…,” Serizawa panted deeply, his chest heaved the air in and out of his mouth… “it’s…it’sss too late for that, Moooochiiii…”

The force of Serizawa’s climax forced his hot liquid past Mochi Hana’s fingers and found home against her ribcage.

“Good shot, Noboru-san,” Mochi Hana said excitedly. Now if only you could throw your ninja star that well!”

Serizawa let out a hearty laugh and fell back onto the futon with his hand resting on Mochi Hana’s thigh. “Only with you as my strength, Mochi-san. For you, I can accomplish feats beyond my own capabilities.”

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

“First shipment arrived at port just fine” One of Horie’s men bowed and made the announcement in Horie’s office at the storefront. “All thirteen cases inspected and are now ready to be brought here.”

“Excellent!” Horie exclaimed with satisfaction. “We need to stagger the delivery here to avoid suspicion. Let’s bring half the load in today and the other half after sundown.” Have the men ready the storage here, I’ll have Cho drive down to the livery and hire a mover cart. I want him to do the pick up.”

“As you wish,” Horie’s pawn bowed and exited the room to get on with the new orders.

Horie was definitely pleased with the way things were running. No flack from Serizawa’s team, smooth easy shipment, and everything was set in motion to begin receiving shipments from overseas to distribute throughout the surrounding cities in Japan. It was a small beginning, but Horie had his vision set far into success that the task he was attending to do today was only a part of the minor details. In the larger picture, Horie was setting himself up to be the main contact for Japan’s underworld.

Cho walked into the storefront the way he had done everyday since he’d been hired on as one of Horie’s men. And just like any other day, Cho’s heart stepped up a beat or two, anticipating a chance run-in with Mitsu. He understood Saitou’s orders about resisting involvement with the beautiful woman, but the more Cho resisted, the harder the pull was on his heart to imagine the woman as his own.

This time, Cho was met with disappointment, for Mitsu was nowhere in sight. Hmmm, must be all the sake she drank last night, Cho thought. She’s probably still asleep upstairs.

Cho was startled from his thoughts by Horie’s voice at the top of the stairs.

“Let us run, Cho,” Horie tucked his tantou into the front of his kimono and sheaths it into the leather garter he wore beneath his gi to house his weapons. “We have a few errands to attend to. Come, II will fill you in on the way.”

“Hah!” Cho responded quickly, “The carriage is right out front. Where to first?”

“To the livery to swap horse teams temporarily, “ Horie explained briefly.

Without question, Cho about-faced and headed for the carriage outside with Horie. The two men climbed aboard and they were off to the livery. Horie rode up top with Cho to fill him in on the agenda, not in the least bit aware that Cho was taking down extensive notes in his mind to report back to Saitou.

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Saitou pushed the roll of notepapers toward the man who sat in front of him at one of the tables in the Akabeko. “It’s all there,” Saitou said and then sipped down more ocha. “Cho’s report is also included.”

“Hah,” the man quickly took the notes and stashed it into the front of his kimono. “The first shipment of weapons is awaiting pickup at the harbor. Hopefully Cho-san will find out exactly where the items will be delivered. We can start cutting them down one by one then.”

“Hmn,” Saitou agreed, “The more distributions by Horie, the more slugs we can track down and extract. All we have to do is allow the sick to lead us to the diseased.”

“Another thing…” Saitou’s undercover comrade lowered his voice at the same time he scanned the room to make sure no one could over hear them… “The commissioner has already sent summons to Kyoto to have Shinomori present here for the next meeting to determine what to do in his parameter. He should be arriving in the next day or two.”

“Hmmm, that is right, with Horie moving his men here to Tokyo, I’m not sure if Kyoto will be much concern for us. At least our agenda involving Kyoto will have to be re-evaluated and Shinomori can be dismissed from this case, unless we find reason to use his talents here. I have to admit, Shinomori is the best we got for stealth.”

Saitou took out some money and tossed it on the chabudai. “This should cover here. Good work! I will see you here again at our usual appointed time. If anything should arise before then, you know how to contact me.”

“Hai,” the man nodded his head purposely staying behind as Saitou left the restaurant.

“To the Kamiya Dojo,” Saitou said startling the carriage driver from an obvious daydream.

Saitou didn't wait for the driver to open the carriage door for him this time. It was apparent that Saitou had his own thoughts ticking away in his head as he climbed into the carriage and slammed the door behind him.

The carriage darted off leaving a trail of dust behind it.

Hmmm, this should be good news for Himura, Saitou played with the thought in his mind. It is a good enough reason to stop by the dojo and mention it to Himura. It is pleasurable to know Himura will not be able to rest knowing that Shinomori is on his way. deviously.

Saitou snickered and shook his head at himself. Although Saitou had nothing personal against Kenshin, they had been bitter adversaries for so long in the past that he couldn’t help but be pleased every time an opportunity presented itself to watch Kenshin squirm a bit.

A sigh eased its way past Saitou’s lips, which was strong indication that Sano had entered Saitou’s mind by the grin on Saitou’s face. Indeed, Saitou enjoyed Sano’s company while Sano initially gained his strength back after getting himself shot. It does look like Saitou was going to miss Sano being around at his home. Could Sano be the real reason for Saitou’s impulsive sidetrack-excursion out to the Kamiya Dojo right then?

Not a word from Saitou to his driver as he exited the carriage. Saitou was trying to play it cool all right, but the anxiousness he was feeling to get a glimpse of his lover urged him to pick up his step. His narrow eyes scanned the compound as he entered, hoping that Sano could be seen walking about.

“God damn it,” Saitou caught himself and then remembered why he was at the dojo in the first place. “It is Himura I should be looking for,” he mumbled to himself, and then headed for the dojo’s main house that was at the end of the long pathway. Of course, Saitou couldn’t resist glancing down the path that led to Sano’s room, but no sight of Sano had Saitou pushing onward until he was at face with the main house’s door.

A few light taps on the door had Kenshin sliding it open. The ex-hitokiri greeted the tall familiar man. “Saitou! Come to visit with Sano?”

“Perhaps…but first I thought you might want to know that Shinomori will be arriving within the next couple days,” Saitou came right out and passed the information on to Kenshin.

“Oh, I see,” Kenshin’s reaction to the news was indifferent. No readable expressions could be found by Saitou’s observation upon Kenshin’s face. Clearly Kenshin had already made up his mind about Aoshi, and since Kenshin was not exactly jumping up and down with excitement over the announcement, Saitou saw that Kenshin was once again struggling with himself to do the right thing. At least that which was right for Kenshin, even if it meant having to be miserable with his life.

Saitou said to Kenshin, “You know Himura, you don’t have to live the rest of your life miserable. You don’t have to keep punishing yourself and keep trying to make up for the past things that went wrong.”

“Saitou,” Kenshin responded, but still lacking an out-show of emotion, “I cannot ignore the people who are depending on Aoshi and myself. In our case, there are others to be considered.” After saying that, Kenshin’s expression changed. He smiled wide and added, “But I do appreciate your concern, Saitou, that I do.”

Saitou puffed and slightly shook his head, although a grin turned up the corners of his mouth. “You will always be a hitokiri, even if it means having to slay yourself, Himura.”

“Saitou!” The familiar fresh voice of his lover called out to him from behind Kenshin.

Saitou employed his sight just past Kenshin and enjoyably seized Sano’s form walking toward them. Saitou had just left Sano a few hours ago, but he was still glad to see his lover’s bright face once again. Those hours apart, for Saitou, seem to drag on as opposed to usually having the time fly by quickly when they were together.

“Sanosuke,” Saitou greeted the energetic young man whose excitement to see Saitou was as transparent as looking through a windowpane. Saitou also found himself having to exert extra effort not to be too obvious about his exhilaration in seeing Sano.

Nevertheless, Kenshin sighed as he sensed the sudden jump in the spiritual tone between the two men’s encounter. Once again Kenshin felt the pangs of regret for his decision of letting go the idea of extending his relationship with Aoshi into the realms of prohibition. Confusion once again took a hold of him as the battle between his will and his desires awoke in an instant.

“What are you doing here,” Sano asked the wolf as he admired how good he looked standing at the doorway. How difficult it was not to be able to rush right up to Saitou and throw his arms around his neck as he did when the urge snuck up to give him a big ole’ hug.

“I stopped by to give Himura some information about Shinomori,” Saitou answered. He also desired to take Sano up in his arms to feel the young man's warmth against him.

Kenshin ran his eyes across the two men on either side of him and quickly excused himself to get on with his task with the alcove. “Thank you, Saitou for the information. I will be sure to ready Aoshi’s room for him.” Kenshin bowed and retreated leaving the two alone.

Saitou and Sano took a moment just to stand there and admire each other. The both of them realized that they were most content being in one another’s company, and neither of them liked the idea of having to be apart.

“What did the doctor tell you about your wound?” Saitou took a step closer to Sano to close the gap between them without obviously touching.

Sano blushed a bit when he realized Saitou’s concern for him. “Doctor Gensai said that everything’s looking good and I’m healing up pretty fast.” Sano chuckled and winked at Saitou, “I have you to thank for that.”

“Good to hear Sanosuke." A little frustrated with the situation Saitou said, “I should leave now.” Saitou turned his attentions back toward the dojo’s entrance and proceeded to leave.

Sano quickly caught Saitou’s wrists with his hand. “I don’t want you to go, not without a kiss goodbye.”

“Sanosuke, get a hold of yourself. Do you have any idea where we are standing and the possibility of being observed?”

“But I’ve missed you this morning, and shit… you are right here, standing right here! Right HERE! So what if anyone sees. I want to kiss you, there’s nothing wrong with that is there?”

“Oh, so Sanosuke Sagara wants a kiss, does he?” Saitou took a step back and folded his arms across his chest. “And if Sanosuke wants something, I’m assuming he usually gets what he wants?”

“Well, yeah!” Sano answered and shrugged his shoulders at the same time.

“Hmmm, interesting perspective,” Saitou rubbed his chin between his index finger and thumb. “I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I’m not up to making our relationship a public spectacle.”

“But…” Sano stuttered, “…but when will I see you again?”

“Whenever it works out for the both of us,” Saitou said while looking into Sano’s inquiring brown eyes. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be on my way and tend to the rest of the items on my agenda.”

By this time, Saitou saw the desire deep down in Sano’s eyes. Saitou summoned up as much willpower as he possibly could find within himself to keep from giving into Sano’s request. Truth was, Sano’s desire to share affection mirrored his own desires. Since when does a kiss become so complicated?

Kenshin walked over to the alcove and sat on the new tatami he’d just installed. He caught bits and pieces of the conversation Sano was having with Saitou since the alcove is attached to the main greeting room where the two men were standing. A part of Kenshin envied the two men and their dilemma of, ‘to kiss, or not kiss’. If only it were that simple for Kenshin. If only he were free to…

”Aoshi...” Kenshin whispered.
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