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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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Words you may not know

*Gomen nasai – Pardon me; excuse me

*Gumi – Group, Team

*Manriki Gusari – Ninja weighted chain weapon*

“May I sit with you awhile?” Kenshin asked Sano.

“My porch is your porch,” Sano smiled at his good friend and slapped the space on the porch next to him for Kenshin to join him.

“You don’t have to tell me any thing specifically Sano, but it has been a while since I’ve seen you in this condition,” Kenshin stated his concern.

“Heck, you can say whatever is on your mind, you know that by now, I don’t mind.” Sano fidgeted a bit and added, “shit, I’d be concerned about you if you didn’t check up on me as you normally do.”

Kenshin felt better about intruding in on Sano’s life. He always cared for the young man ever since he first met Sano, as ‘Zanza, the fighter for hire’.

“Saitou and I sort of got into it,” Sano hung his head low to keep Kenshin from seeing the sadness in his eyes. “I screwed up big time after seeing Saitou alone with a woman, Cho and I went off and had a few too many to drink.”

Kenshin sighed predicting which way Sano’s story was leading.

“I got pissed and apparently Cho did too because he’s in love with that woman Saitou was with, so we both got dead ass drunk.”

“That doesn’t surprise me,” Kenshin said.

Sano looked over at Kenshin’s wondering eyes. “But that’s not all. You see, what happened this morning, well, I… Cho.” Sano stuttered, not knowing how to put his blunder into words. Sano took a deep breath to start over.

“Saitou found Cho and I in bed together and we were practically naked.”

“Oro?”

“We had too fucken much to drink so we both passed out. I guess I crawled into bed with Cho sometime during the night, shit I don’t remember how it went down,” Sano explained. He felt even more stupid hearing the words exit his mouth, especially having to tell Kenshin about it.

Kenshin put his hand on the young man’s shoulder, “You mean… You and Cho?”

“Fuck NO!!! It wasn’t like that! Nothing happened!” Sano said loudly and then calmed the volume in his voice down. “But you can just imagine Saitou actually finding us asleep together in the same bed? He didn’t say anything, but you know how Saitou is. No one really knows what goes on in that wolf’s mind, but I sure as hell sensed he was pissed.”

“I see,” Kenshin hung his head low along with Sano at the situation.

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

“Hai Horie-sama, I understand,” Cho raised himself vertical after a bow. “I have the carriage out front and am ready whenever Mitsu is.”

“I sure appreciate it, Cho. She’s awfully anxious to move out of the storefront, but is not quite sure where she would feel more comfortable. I left that up to her. I would tag along, but I need show Serizawa our connection route with our regular ‘candy’ customers.”

“It would be my pleasure to escort the purty lady to wherever it is she is needing to go, sir,” Cho politely bowed. Cho could hardly believe his luck. His heart began to pound at just the thought of being able to spend time with the beautiful woman.

“Ha! There is Serizawa now,” Horie peered out the noren and stepped through its divider. He stuck his head back inside the shop. “Please tell Mitsu-san not to wait for me, but to go ahead and fetch a meal while she is out. This will be a long day for Serizawa and myself.”

“Hai,” Cho replied and watched Horie join Serizawa in the carriage.

A day with Mitsu, Cho couldn't believe it and felt as though he should pinch himself to check if he was dreaming, or not. Did he die and just found himself in heaven? Cho hurried up the stairs to the second level, taking two steps at a time in his stride, and he ran all the way up to the top of the landing.

A ‘yelp’ issued from Cho due to surprise. He expected to see Mitsu, but not just right there at the very top of the landing. He was still soaring from the thought of spending time with the beautiful lady and then he practically ran her over in his haste up the stairs.

“*Gomen, gomen nasai,” Cho said repeatedly after bumping into Mitsu, which caused her to lose her balance and stagger backward. Cho quickly caught the pretty woman in his arms to prevent her from stumbling to the ground.

An instant shiver moved rapidly through Cho’s body. It was a desirable shiver, not one that caused a chill, but rather, warmth that grew intense as it sped through his extremities. Paralyzing as it was to Cho, he tried to shake the temptation to hold on to her. For that short, brief moment in time, Cho’s heart exploded inside of him, sending even more sensations that would be difficult to explain if he held Mitsu against himself for any longer than that.

“It’s okay Cho-san, I’m okay. Just a little off balance.” She looked up at him and actually found herself welcoming the warmth of his body against her own. She intentionally moved in closer until she was able to feel Cho’s manly desire between them.

Cho recalled Saitou’s words about Horie’s possessiveness of Mitsu, but all he was able to do at the moment, was savor it. Cho fought with his arms, as their desire was to draw her even closer to him. He battled with his pelvis, as its desire was to leap ahead of him and make contact with the beautiful woman he was holding in his arms.

“I have the carriage ready and waiting out front,” Cho eventually forced a mention of it in a low, almost seductive masculine tone. Everything inside of him was against taking his arms from around Mitsu, but he couldn't risk his life. If Horie didn't kill him for stumbling over the boundary, Saitou certainly would, for disobeying orders.

“As you wish Cho-san,” Mitsu giggled noticing Cho’s struggle with himself to let go of her. “Would Cho-san much rather stay here awhile longer?” She pushed up against him suggestively.

Both of Cho’s eyes snapped open as wide as a surprised expression could ever be. He trembled a little when he realized the young lady was actually responding to him in a sensual way. Her gesture certainly was unexpected, and Cho wasn't quite sure how to react. Where was the suave, charismatic man that he thought he was? Cho was stunned and unable to move.

“Mitsu, you are making it impossible for me to walk away from you. If I had my way, I would sweep you off your petite, beautiful feet, but I can’t do it purty-lady.”

“Then allow me to help you,” Mitsu smiled and took a step away from Cho causing him to release his hold on her. “Let us now be on our way,” she whispered and bowed.

Cho didn’t know what hit him, but whatever it was, the impact stupefied him. All of what just happened between Cho and Mitsu had taken only a few minutes in time, but yet, to Cho, it all seemed to have taken hours.

Damn… did that just happen? Cho silently questioned the incident as he watched Mitsu slowly ascend down the stairs. His heart was still pounding and the pressure still prominent between his legs. “Damn,” he whispered again and made his way toward the stairs as well.

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“You have the options, Shinomori, think about it and let me know. We can use your skills here in Tokyo and since Horie seems to be abandoning Kyoto as his headquarters, more of the action will be happening in the north,” Saitou said to Aoshi in conclusion to the debriefing.

“Hai, perhaps my *gumi could be temporarily relocated near Tokyo to concentrate on this,” Aoshi nodded.

Saitou imagined what could be going through Aoshi’s mind, how complicated it all must seem to the shinobi. He rose to his feet, but before he left the room he thought he’d end the meeting on a more personal note.

“Feel free to discuss this with Himura,” Saitou said and then left Aoshi to think about it.

Once outside, Saitou sets his cigarette between his lips and lit it. He inhaled deeply, exhaled and headed on out toward the gate. He knew that the early morning incident with Sano needed to be cleared up and discussed between them, but Saitou did not what to have to deal with Sano’s ranting at that moment.

Saitou approached the junction where the paths of the dormitories crossed the path he was on. He glanced toward the left to where Sano’s room was located and saw the two men sitting on the porch. Saitou decided to walk straight ahead to avoid a run in with Sano, but to no avail.

“Saitou!” Sano shouted out as he ran toward the wolf. “Saitou, wait up! Please!”

Kenshin was left sitting on the porch observing how dedicated his good friend had become upon the very person Sano outwardly had a difficult time getting along from the very start. Sano had his moments, but over all, since Saitou entered the young man’s life, Sano had made definite improvements to his lifestyle. Kenshin couldn't help but feel a little envy due to the fact that Sano and Saitou had chosen a life together, whereas, Kenshin remained idle in his situation with Aoshi.

“Why are you being such a shit-head?” Sano demanded to know as he caught up with Saitou near the dojo’s gate.

“I have a lot on my mind, Sanosuke, I don’t need this right now,” Saitou said to the miffed young man calmly.

“Look, I didn’t know you were working last night. I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions.” Sano calmed his voice almost to a whisper and further said, “I didn’t sleep with Cho, if you’re wondering about that.”

“Who you sleep with is none of my concern, Ahou.”

“What the fuck? Are you telling me that you don’t care if I sleep around and sleep with others beside you?”

“You heard me.”

Saitou’s words, or lack of, stunned Sano. “How can we have anything special if you’re willing to allow just anyone to fuck around with me?”

“It is not for me to decide who you share yourself with, Sanosuke, that is for you decide. I do not own you. You are free to do as you wish.”

“Shit, I don’t get it,” Sano said in confusion. “Don’t you fucken care? So, does this mean you can go out and fuck with whomever you please?” Sano asked not being able to contain that question within.

Saitou frowned at that point.

“What the hell are you going on about, Ahou? Get a hold of yourself and grow up!”

“Well, what if I did sleep with Cho last night? Wouldn’t you give a shit if I did?”

“As much as I saw this morning, you did wake up in Cho’s bed, which means you were asleep with him before I arrived, so as far as I’m concerned, you did sleep with Cho. You were probably too intoxicated to remember what happened anyway.”

“Huh?” Sano got even more confused.

“Sanosuke, It is none of my business who you choose to sleep with,” Saitou said wanting to leave it at that and make his exit.

Saitou turned his back on Sano and proceeded to unlatch the gate.

“Where you going?” Sano quickly asked before Saitou slipped away from him.

“I’m going home and wait for Cho to bring by the reports on a case we’re working on.”

“Care for some company? Sano asked timidly and blushed.

Saitou unlatched the gate and stepped through, paused on the other side and tilted his head toward the young man who seemed obviously on the verge of falling apart from the poison of the night before and the stresses of the day’s morning.

“The carriage is out front, latch the gate behind you,” Saitou said to Sano and made his way to the carriage.

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

Kenshin noticed that Sano hadn’t returned through the gate after Saitou’s carriage pulled away. He smiled to himself as his thoughts could rest in the fact that Sano will be okay. Kenshin stood up from sitting on the porch and took a long lazy stretch before returning to the dojo.

Aoshi rounded the corner and stood at the end of the row of dorms and peered down the corridor at Kenshin. Kenshin felt a rush in his gut, much like the feeling he got just before a swordfight. The two men both knew that the sooner they discuss the matters that concern their future, the better. Kenshin took the first few steps toward Aoshi, and then Aoshi did the same in Kenshin’s direction.

How Kenshin wished that things could be different for he and Aoshi, but having a relationship like that wouldn’t be an easy task to pull off. The days of pages and servants had long gone by, and even the idea of men catering to each other were kept locked away behind bolted doors that no one dared to admit, let alone open for anyone else.

Even well knowing of how people frown on such relationships, Kenshin was still drawn to the man who wore the figure that approached him. Tall and sturdy, whose cladding reminded him of Master Hiko. Kenshin's master who had taken Kenshin in at a young age and trained Kenshin in the Hiten Mitsurugi ryu style of swordsmanship, Aoshi’s abilities as a ninja had caught Kenshin’s attention and admiration from the very beginning.

The two men met, under the awning of an unoccupied dorm room. They both said nothing, but their eyes spoke for their lack of audible words. Kenshin reached for Aoshi’s arm and greeted the young man with a friendly touch. Aoshi returned the greeting on Kenshin’s arm with a stronger hold and a squeeze.

“It is good to see you Aoshi-kun.”

“Hah!” Aoshi bowed, “We have much to discuss. Saitou just told me that Horie is moving all of his men out from Kyoto and relocating them around the area in Tokyo to concentrate distribution. Because of this shift in location, Saitou is asking me to consider moving here to Tokyo."

Kenshin eyes widened. He didn’t quite know how to react to the news. Part of him felt like rejoicing, the other part of him paniced. What to do now? Kenshin thought.

“For how long?” Kenshin asked.

Aoshi looked into Kenshin’s violets. “For as long as it takes. Months, even years, perhaps.”

“We should sit and discuss this matter,” Kenshin suggested.

“Hai, let us go to my room, it is closer,” Aoshi said pointing at the very next dorm room.

Kenshin’s uneasiness about Aoshi was not dissipating, instead it seemed as though the feeling was increasing as they approach Aoshi’s room. Kenshin sensed battle ahead of him, but he was not quite sure what it was that was arousing such an intuition.

“After you,” Aoshi bowed and waited for Kenshin to enter and then Aoshi stepped into the room and slid the door shut behind him.

Kenshin noticed the futon on the floor and asked, “Were you planning on retiring early?

“I thought I would get everything ready to relax. I was planning an early night since I had not gotten much rest on the train.”

“I see,” Kenshin glanced down and noticed a strange object on top of the futon.

Aoshi noticed Kenshin’s curiosity about the object. “*Manriki gusari,” Aoshi nodded over to it.

“Oro?” Kenshin questioned and sat on the futon next to the object and picked it up in his hands.

“A shinobi weapon, used for multiple tasks.” Aoshi sat next to Kenshin and took the weapon from Kenshin’s hands. “Here, let me show you. I have been manipulating this weapon to not only to be used to fight with, but to also do captive tasks.”

“Oro?”

“Hmn,” Aoshi nodded and positioned himself just behind the smaller man. He took Kenshin’s arms up from behind and slipped the Manriki gusari over Kenshin’s wrists. “You see, I have adjusted this weapon thusly to take captives, or at least render their arms useless. It comes in very handy for interrogating purposes.”

“Hai,” Kenshin said realizing that it was a very useful weapon indeed, but also realized that Aoshi had planned this particular ‘capture’ from the beginning, and it just proved Kenshin’s warning intuition he felt earlier as reliable. “It does seem like I am very much captured by you— that it does.”

“Saitou told me that I would get nowhere with you if I kept a passive stance,” Aoshi confessed.

Kenshin frowned, “Saitou!”

“Hai, Saitou suggested that I take a more aggressive route, because you would always waver in making a decision about us.” Aoshi moved closer to Kenshin.

Kenshin tested the shinobi’s wrist restraints. Indeed, the ex-hitokiri couldn't free his hands from behind his back. Not that he desired to do so, but he couldn't help but feel somewhat vulnerable under the new circumstances.

Aoshi moved forward and leaned on Kenshin’s smooth skin, he slid his arm around the smaller man and his other hand slipped between the front of Kenshin’s kimono folds as he pushed Kenshin down on the futon to lie next to him. "Don't tell me you're surprised. We practically caused a brush fire earlier when we saw each other. Or didn't you notice?"

"No, I was too busy noticing this," Kenshin replied, by positioning himself closer to Aoshi until their bodies met. He lifted his hips up and pressed his groin against Aoshi’s. Then, Kenshin lifted his knee to wrap his leg around Aoshi’s, pressing his knee up against Aoshi’s left buttock.

"*Oi,” Aoshi whispered reverently. His left hand skimmed a path down Kenshin’s torso, and then closed around one hip. "Show me, Himura-san. Let me feel how much you want me—and I will show you how much I want you."

With a gasp, Kenshin arched his hips upwards and tightened the leg he'd wrapped around Aoshi. "Oro!" he moaned, as their bulges ground against each other through their hakama and gi. "Want you...always wanted you," Kenshin mumbled as he reached up with his tongue to investigate the taste of Aoshi’s neck. "Mmm," he hummed happily. "Ssss good, Aoshi—so good."

Aoshi grabbed a fistful of Kenshin’s red hair and pulled Kenshin's head back. the ex-hitokiri whimpered his disapproval and Aoshi simply smiled down at him. "Kiss me," he demanded, and then groaned his satisfaction as his instruction was carried out with gratifying enthusiasm.

The kiss grew ever more heated and their groins continued to move against each other with increasing force. The need for oxygen made them break off the kiss for a time. Aoshi looked down at Kenshin, catching his breath at the look in the ex-hitokiri’s eyes.

The trust, the need, and the desire—all reflected back at him. And now hope, too, shining out at him as Kenshin stared back up at him, nearly panting from the heat between them. Yeah, he wanted it. Kenshin wanted it bad.

Aoshi grinned. And tightened his hold on Kenshin’s arms. He allowed his weight to pin the smaller man against him, unmoving. "You know something, Kenshin? There's one word I haven't heard you use. I would really like to hear it coming from that pretty mouth of yours if you want me to release you from the manriki gusari."

Kenshin swallowed hard, caught his breath and obviously thought what it was that Aoshi wanted to hear from him. No matter, Kenshin was enjoying the game and forgot about his inhibitions altogether.

"Hai, alright. Aoshi, I want you. Please." Kenshin paused and looked back up into Aoshi’s eyes, meaningfully. "Please," Kenshin repeated, in a softer tone. It was almost a whisper, but the sincere and urgent longing that laced that one word, in the way that Kenshin said it, made it sound like it is as though Kenshin was begging for a lot more than just this game and the fooling around that accompanied the play.

It grabbed Aoshi by the gut. Aoshi expressed his excitement with a low, and deep groan in his throat. Once certain that Kenshin was his captive, with or without the restraint, Aoshi leaned into Kenshin, reached behind the eager red head and released the ex-hitokiri from the shinobi’s weapon.

As soon as Kenshin felt the chain slip off from around his wrists, he gratefully sighed, for it meant his hands were free to roam upon the young man above him. Quickly Kenshin untied the front of Aoshi’s gi bottom and managed to pull it from Aoshi, freeing the stiffened, throbbing member to fall upon his belly.

At the same time, Aoshi quickly undressed Kenshin from the waist down as well. Both were very eager to feel flesh upon flesh in the heat of their passion.

Fully exposed from the waist down, Aoshi felt his orbs drawing up tight and close between his legs. He wondered if Kenshin would let him enter him, but he thought it may be too soon. He began to move and rocked against Kenshin. He slid against that lovely manhood and pale skin of Kenshin’s lower belly with his own terribly excited organ.

Kenshin caught the shinobi's lower lip between his teeth and emitted a muffled whimper and reflexively bucked up against him. The feeling of brushing the silky, wet tips of their erections against each other was delightfully arousing, even darn right overpowering.

The sensation trickled throughout Aoshi’s insides and made him want to drive himself into Kenshin, but continue to hold off the urge to do so. Aoshi decided to make do with what they found together for the moment. He risked an awful lot by taking Saitou’s suggestion to the test, but as a result, he finally had this tentative and skittish creature into their current position. Aoshi didn't want to lose it all now by pushing Kenshin too far. Besides, Aoshi was so close to losing his control that it wouldn't take much more of the hot, wet friction of Kenshin's erection to make him reach the immediate goal. He closed eyes and bit his lower lip as he concentrated on holding back his orgasm for just—one—more—minute—

With a shout, Kenshin wrapped both legs and arms around Aoshi, clinging tightly as his body convulsed in release.

It was too much—the shout, the desperate hold, and the warmth that spilled between them..."Oh damn!" Aoshi practically yelled as his own orgasm poured from him in pulse after pulse of hot liquid.

He collapsed on Kenshin, unable to move aside, despite the knowledge that his weight must be uncomfortable for the smaller man. "Give me a second," Aoshi groaned. "Seem to be paralyzed right now. Soon as my muscles start listening to my brain, I'll get off of you."

"No!" Kenshin held onto him with desperate force. "Stay here. I am fine."

Aoshi was doubtful, but it felt so good and he was comfortably tired. "As you wish," he agreed. "Just for a minute." Eyes closed, he nuzzled Kenshin’s neck.

They both slid off into sleep.
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