Claiming

Sanosuke stretched slowly on the small cot. Light was streaming through the cracks in the thin walls of his shack, painting shapes across his bare chest. Ruffian Row had just started to buzz, and it was at least noon. Of course, what else could you expect from such a place?

The young man blinked a moment, the sunshine annoying on his eyelids, and rolled onto his tummy, rubbing his face into the rough fabric of his nearly flat pillow. He moaned as his morning wood pressed into the cheap mattress, the length in cased in the simple linen pants he wore everywhere. He begun to press his hips up and down, moaning in pleasure, but instead of humping the cushion, it felt more like he was pressing his ass up into something invisible behind him.

Sano had always considered himself to be straight, well, mostly. He did appreciate how...attractive...another man could be, but it had never been anything serious. Until last night. He had had one of the craziest dreams possible. It had seemed so real. The smell of tobacco in the air, the feel of hot gloved hands grabbing him, the press of a cock to the apex of his butt cheeks. His ass clenched in remembrance and he groaned. He begun to pump his hips up and down, pressing down onto his small cot, and pressing back onto a phantom dick, need burning through him. The images of the dream played across is his memory, and whimpers left his throat as he felt the pierce of teth in his neck again and the smokey taste of Saitou's lip. The word, no, title, "Bitch" flitted across his name and then his was cumming. The front of his white slacks were coated in it, and for a moment he rested in his mess. The liquid covering his penis and sack.

Sano took a few deep breaths and rolled onto his back, his fingers brushing slick auburn hair away from his face, the strands coated in sweat. He laid there a moment, relishing in the release, trying to push away the confusion and horror at what he had just fantasized about and why. He rubbed his hand down, pushing wiping moisture off of his skin, until he got to his neck. He felt a sting of pain and a gasp left his throat. Slowly, with his finger tips, he begun to feel out the small wound. Just a few puncture marks...in the shape of a set of teeth.

Fuck.

Maybe it wasn't a dream.

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Saitou had spent his morning, and the night before, thinking and jerking himself off in turn. He wanted, desperately, to grab his slut and pummel that Bitch's sweet ass until the boy was seeing stars and couldn't walk. Until those proud eyes were submissive and his ass a gaping hole of cum for his use. Of course, those eyes would only be submissive for him. The cop didn't want a little mouse for a bitch, but a lion. One that would have to be tamed and often. That is what would make the upcoming...chase...more pleasurable

The swordsman wiggled in his chair and sighed. He rarely fidgeted. Fidgeting was a sign of weakness and of a lack of discipline. The Shensemgumi were the complete opposite of that, but it was hard to do tedious paperwork with a hard-on.

Saitou had forced himself to masturbate several times right before coming to work, in the hopes of not having this issue, but every few moments a new image would flash through his mind. Sometimes it was of something that had happened the night before, like the way his Bitch had shook his hips when he learned his new name. The motion, though small, was there and very encouraging. Or it was something that would happen, or at least something that the Wolf was planning on making happen. Like little Sano kneeling between his legs, at this very desk, his face splattered with Saitou's cum, those hazel eyes shinning with tears of humiliation and glowing with need.

The Wolf groaned and looked down. This wouldn't do. He couldn't believe how easily the boy was stealing his concentration, and suddenly he got the urge to go over to the Bitch's house, knock down that flimsy door and pull the youth over his knees. Of course, any such action like that would take time. You don't have a perfect pert bottom presented for spanking and rush through it. No, you take care of it properly, you want the right color distribution, and then there was the thighs and balls. Yes, something like that would last for hours, maybe even days.

Sanosuke didn't deserve being rushed. The boy would have to be broken down slowly and it would take time. Days, weeks, months...Saitou doubted that he could last years, but he would try if it was necessary. He wanted the youth broken, displayed...opened, but just for him. He didn't want a ruined shell of a man, but a wanton slut that would bend over at a word, but still have pride on his face even as he was used. It would be a hard order to fill, but if anyone could be that perfect mix of whore/warrior, it was Sanosuke.

The Wolf licked his lips at the thought and pushed away from the desk, rising fluidly from the wooden, straight back chair. He walked across the small office and pushed the shudder on his lone window open. In a moment, he had a cigarette lit and in his mouth.

He puffed on it a moment, sucking the smoke deep into his lungs before breathing it out. His eye fluttered shut and he relaxed. Soon enough, very soon, the Ahou would be sucking on something and it wouldn't be a cigarette.

He had many plans for his bitch, all of them deliciously sexual and somewhat horrible. The boy's everyday would be a tribulation of pleasure and pain and a struggled of submission. It would be an odyssey and one that was for the Wolf of Mibu's pleasure. Of course, that was why Sanosuke was here. To bring Saitou pleasure, of course the little fool didn't know that yet, but he would.

Saitou watched as the rings of smoke disappeared, his eyes sliding over Tokyo's skyline as he mentally walked down the streets to Ruffian Row.

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Sano had bathed, and bathed alot. After about an hour with the same water, he would change it out, putting scalding water into his bucket. He had hoped the heat would make this process more successful. His skin was turning bright red from heat and the continual scrubbing. He had hoped that he could get the smell of tobacco, the smell of Saitou, of his skin.

Finally, he had realized that this was impossible. No matter what he did, each time he breathed in, the scent of a cigarette would fill his nose and the taste of smoke would be on his lips.

He groaned in frustration and stood. He pulled on his linen shorts roughly, taking his anger out on the white cloth. It did nothing for his mood. He carefully bandaged his hands, feet and chest, a practice he had been doing since he became a street fighter five years before, but something would be different today. Without missing a beat, but with trembling finger, Sano wrapped his neck with a strip of cloth. Today, when he went to Kaoru's, he would say he got in a fight, that he had been drunk and met up with some rowdy guys. It wouldn't seem too unusual, but he doubted that Kenshin would buy it. He could only hope that his best friend would simply respect the fact that he didn't want to talk about it.

After finishing, and feeling somewhat better (putting on clothing was somewhat like putting on armor, he had always felt more protected afterwards, Sanosuke looked into his small mirror. His lips still seemed bruised to him, maybe it was the light... And the bandages around his neck, those were so obvious. Anyone could guess that he got bit by a psycho swordsman...right? Finally, there were his eyes, the word "BITCH" was tattooed into them. He horror filled him at that vision even as his cock hardened.

A bandaged hand slipped into his white pants and he begun to pump his dick, his cheeks wet with tears.

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Ok, so FINALLY a second chapter.

Tell me what you think...and I'm looking for a good beta!