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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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*Yunomi - Teacup

”I can scarcely believe that Mochi Hana is your sister,” Mitsu brought up the surprising fact once again while she combed through Horie’s thick wavy hair with her fingers.

Horie shifted his position on the snug futon to face the pretty lady. “Does this please Mitsu-san?”

“Hai, very much so. It will be like having a sister close by. I miss my sister very much, but mother does not want to leave Izu.”

“Hmn,” Horie nodded. “This is why you are pleased with Mochi Hana being a blood connection, I know you certainly are missing a sense of family.”

“Hai,” Mitsu grinned in her excitement over the fact that she was gaining someone special in her life. “It must be fate to have met her, and now find out she is your long lost sister.”

Horie was pleased. His past life was left behind when their village disbanded. When he left his people, he abandoned the memories of it as well. Now the memories seep in through crevasses that Horie refused to dam any longer. Mochi Hana had opened the doors to Horie’s past and he was content to welcome it back in his life, as part of his life.

Horie took Mitsu’s hand from his hair and gently kissed each of her fingers while taking in her beauty as she laid beside him and snuggled close. How he appreciated her form next to him, always so comforting and soothing. Mitsu smiled at Horie as she had done so many times before whenever she sensed the calmness in his spirit.

This is wonderful, Mitsu’s thoughts began to take her mind away from Horie’s tender expressions. But, why do I think of Cho? This man I hardly know, who can barely manage for himself in this life… why is he here in my thoughts? Why now?

Mitsu tried to reject the images that were playing before her of Cho’s body next to hers. One after another, the images of the day before, Cho’s smile, his laughter, the way he made her laugh. She moved her body closer to Horie’s in hopes that his warmth will chase the images from her mind.

“Hold me Hisomu-san,” she whispered, “hold me closer to you.”

Mitsu was immediately taken into Horie’s capable arms. He pressed his body, his skin on hers, and she was glad to feel his warmth radiating against her flesh beneath the bed covers above. Her fingers traced Horie’s spine down to his naked buttocks. Horie sighed, for it meant that his lady was taking the initiative to please him and that seldom took place between them. Horie was almost always the aggressor between the two.

Horie moaned softly when the tiny feminine fingers encircle his awakened flesh that he had been caressing against Mitsu’s thighs. She knew exactly how to handle Horie, firmly but gently, allowing him to move freely in her hand like the gentle sway of the breeze-blown cattails in a field. His moans were confirmation that she was doing what pleases him.

Mitsu closed her eyes and leaned her head into Horie’s chest feeling him respond so readily to her touch between them. It was such a beautiful moment, quiet and intimate the two of them silently, lazily enjoyed each other. They absorbed one another in the mutual giving and receiving that lovers partake.

No! Cho-san! Not now! Mitsu’s shouted at herself within her mind as more images of Cho’s big smile trotted beneath her eyelids as she squeezed them tightly shut. What is happening to me? Why is this happening?

“Hisomu-san, please kiss Mitsu-san!” She closed her fingers around Horie’s fully extended member to gesture her eagerness.

Horie responded quickly, gladly. He slid one knee over her leg and shifted his position over her. She responded to that move and nudged him to mount her willingly offering herself to him. Her fingers still wrapped around him, now guided him to where she needed him to be. Maybe this will send the images of Cho elsewhere, at least for the moment… Maybe, if Horie entered Mitsu, Cho will be forced out. Just a little bit more and then… so close.

Horie held himself at bay to tease her a little since his lover appeared to be anxious.

“Steady Mitsu-san, let us not hurry this,” Horie placed his other leg over hers so that he now settled between her lower grasp, but yet, still held off on the penetration in order to enjoy Mitsu’s desire for him.

“Please Hisomu-san…”

Horie kissed her lips softly, first her top lip, and then lightly sucked her bottom lip into his mouth to play with it with his tongue.

“Please!” Mitsu arched her back pressing herself against Hisomu tugging at his member in attempts to coax it homeward into her anticipating desire for him.

It was Horie’s turn to feel the need to combine himself with his lover. She ushered him to the point of entry and pulled him closer to her with her other arm she had wrapped around his waist. Her eagerness and desire for him had Horie needing this just as badly, if not even more. They both gasped deeply upon penetration and Horie’s energies immediately intensified as if there were no boundaries to limit him.

Mitsu opened her eyes and saw the handsome man above her looking down into her. His stare, this time, was not lustful, but rather wholesome, kind and very sweet. She was right… Cho has left her mind and all that was present was her lover, their union, and the saturating chemistry between them.

Horie lifted most of his weight off of Mitsu to allow her freedom of movement beneath him. “I’ll hold steady right here for you. I want to watch you use me Mitsu-san.” Horie groaned as he noticed how his lover responded to him and quickly took him up on his suggestion.

Taking hold of either of his hips between her hands, she stationed Horie and with her hips she managed a circulated pattern that allowed her to keep Horie from releasing before she was done with him, but yet took full advantage of her freedom of movement beneath him.

Just by the mere sight of Mitsu’s concentration with pleasing herself was enough to send Horie off into a dreamlike state of overwhelming sensation that captivated his entire substance. With each movement she invested to her own steps toward higher ground, the more difficult it was for Horie to remain still. In fact, it became rather too intense to have to refrain from movement.

Luckily for Horie, Mitsu desired Horie’s body against her for the homecoming. Dropping her lower back onto the futon she wrapped her legs around Horie’s hips and pulled his hips into her. No directions needed here for Horie, he obliged Mitsu and released his elbows and permitted his chest to rest gently upon her heaving breasts below him.

The couple both reached the point of no return. There was no playfulness, no more teasing, but only the need to complete their journey together drawing the two close once again. Mitsu was the first to arrive, pulling Horie along with her as both of their bodies quivered and quaked to show the intensity of their coupling.

“Hisomu-sama…” Mitsu whispered against Horie’s neck finding relief in her clear thoughts and images in her mind of the man that rested above her.

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

“Miss Kaoru! What time did you get in last night?” Kenshin asked rather surprised to see her back a day early.

“Oh, don’t get too comfortable with the idea of me cooking for you and Aoshi for a couple of days, I’m just here to pick up a few things because the seminar is extended for another day. The Kosai Dojo decided to participate at the last moment, so the classes are expanded to accommodate Kosai-sensei lessons. I’m doing breakfast up for the both of you right now.”

Kenshin took a deep breath and then exhaled. “Well, don’t worry about us, Aoshi and Saitou already met and we were able to take care of meals here at the dojo alright.”

Kaoru moved closer to Kenshin and tried to curb her excitement in seeing him again. She realized that her excitable behavior made Kenshin anxious at times, so for his sake, she tried to mellow her exhilaration, but it still didn't lessen the fact that she was thrilled to see him.

“I’ve missed you Kenshin,” Kaoru smiled up at him sweetly placing her hand upon his chest.

Kenshin placed his hand upon hers to reassure her, “You have been missed here also, Miss Kaoru.”

“By you? Did you miss me?” Kaoru asked him obvious being playful as she normally was when she returned from being away for any length of time.

Kenshin laughed heartedly at her playfulness.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything here,” Aoshi bowed before entering the main house’s kitchen. “It is good to see you again, Kaoru.”

“Aoshi," Kaoru turned toward him and bowed, “It is good to see you back with us again. How is Misao?”

“She sends her regards and some sweets from Kyoto,” Aoshi smiled.

Kenshin greeted Aoshi as well, “I hope you rested last night. I have tea ready if you are ready for it. Let us go out to the gathering room, you can take the *yunomi and I’ll bring the tea.”

Kaoru agreed, happy to get the men out of her way as she prepared breakfast for them. “Hai, chazuke on the way, just give me a few minutes!”

“I haven’t decided whether I should go back to Kyoto, or have my things sent to me here in Tokyo,” Aoshi said as the two men make their way to the main room of the house.

Kenshin glanced over at Aoshi with interest, “Oh? Will you choose to demand a request from me again?”

“What do you mean?” Aoshi asked.

The both enter the gathering room and found their seats on the silk zabutons. Kenshin poured the ocha into the yunomi.

“You have already sought my plea for you to stay, will you also need my plea for you to decide on this as well?” Kenshin passed the hot ocha to Aoshi with a playful smirk.

“It looks like you learn quickly, Himura.” Aoshi calmly studied Kenshin. “I like to hear you say certain things to me and if I can get you to participate, all the better, wouldn’t you say?”

Kenshin knew only too well that Aoshi desired to control him, and it fanned Kenshin’s desire to partake in more of what Aoshi was offering. Kenshin was finding passion again, not from the taking, or even from the giving, but from Aoshi’s demands of him.

“Perhaps you should go to Kyoto and discuss the matter with Misao. I’m sure she would appreciate your considering her thoughts on this decision.”

Aoshi’s eyes narrowed, “I’m not to happy with that suggestion Himura-san.”

Kenshin’s heartbeat quickened and the air was pulled out from him in a rush at the sound of Aoshi’s voice. Aoshi’s eyes burn hungrily on him and Kenshin felt the heat down inside of him begin to stir. There was no mistaking Aoshi’s forceful glare, and what that look meant. Kenshin experienced it before and enjoyed every second of what was unleashed between them. He felt himself salivate with an intense desire to be in that position with Aoshi again. More than anything else at the moment, Kenshin craved Aoshi.

“Douzo,” Kaoru walked into the room and scattered the mood for the two men, much like a brisk wind that blew across autumn’s fallen leaves. She set the breakfast trays before each of the men. “Enjoy it you two, I’m off to gather my things and make my way back to the seminar.”

Kaoru’s appearance and timing was like a quick freeze on the coldest of winter days. Quickly both men simultaneously glanced down at their laps to make sure nothing could be detected on either of them that would give their lustful indulgence away.

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

“Damn it!” Saitou growled. “Damn them all to hell!”

The police commissioner shook his head, “It may not be worth holding off cornering them. Not if it means more of our men getting themselves killed.”

“That is it exactly! They wouldn’t have gotten killed if they were following orders! They were specifically told to move in, take care of business and immediately move out. They were to leave the scene looking like a rival organization was interfering, but as it was, those idiots not only got themselves killed, but their stupidity uncovered our position as well!”

“Fujita, you need to get some rest. There is no use doing anything now, except keep our men posted and continue to list their connections. See to it that we don’t have a repeat of this incident.”

Saitou nodded, “Sir.”

The commissioner left the office and Saitou peered out the window and scoped the back of the building to make sure no one was near by to see him exit the police station. Saitou’s been at the station all night trying to piece together what had taken place at the site where the lives of the police officers were taken. From meeting with the investigating officers, the crime scene revealed very little, except the dead men’s bodies.

Saitou walked through the building and stepped through the back door into the alley. He made a dash across the narrow lane to the next building and rounded the corner quickly placing distance between him and the station. As careful as he was, he caught a figure in the corner of his eye that ducked quickly between the buildings behind him.

“Damn it!” Saitou released an annoyed breath and wedged his body between a vendor shop around the next corner. He peered down the narrow alley he just came from. At first glance, nothing appeared to be out of the ordinary. Saitou gave it another few seconds and noticed the suspicious figure dash toward the same side of the street that Saitou was concealing himself.

“Only a matter of timing,” Saitou whispered to himself and then caught sight of a fairly young man scurrying low against the wall and passed the very vendor station Saitou was tucked behind. Saitou exited the opposite side, making an appearance directly behind his pursuer.

Saitou clutched the handle of his katana, “Looking for someone?”

The young man jumped and turned completely around in midair. Upon touching ground the man drew his sword and charged Saitou. The sound of steel against steel drew the attention of the people and vendors around them and a crowd gathered to see what the commotion was. Saitou’s katana blocked the man’s thrust.

“Hmmm, I’m assuming you’ll not answer my question.” Saitou lifted his katana above his head with its blade directed toward the man, readying himself for the next move. “You offer me no choice… prepare yourself.”

The man charged at Saitou once again with a downward strike, Saitou struck the man’s katana to deflect its course, stepped to the side and whipped his katana around in the opposite direction making contact to the man’s right arm tearing into his flesh, but the man managed to hold onto his weapon.

“You bought yourself a little time,” Saitou took a defensive stance before the wounded assailant. “Information from you will buy your life, if it is worth anything to you.”

The man remained silent and seemed to be calculating his next move. Saitou calmly kept his eyes on the man’s stance being exceptionally watchful of which foot the man will choose to advance from.

The man grunted from the pain of the gash from Saitou’s blade as he prepared himself to attack again. He muttered in a low guttural voice, “I know who you are working for, and soon, others will know as well.”

“Hmn,” Saitou nodded. “If that is the case, then prepare to die.”

“It is you that will die here today!” The shattering shriek from the furious man echoed throughout the street as he charged at the wolf, aiming for Saitou’s throat with his blade.

Saitou saw the strike coming in high enough for him to duck out of the razor sharpened blade’s way. He threw his momentum forward, thrusting his katana into the man just below his heart. Saitou stood erect with the impaled body on his blade. He looked into the man’s eyes with the side of his eye and realized inevitable death on the eve for the one who wished him dead. Saitou stared deeply into that living soul, and with a twist of his blade and slight upward motion watched the man’s iris release its hold on the black pupil, indicating that life, and the spirit had left the man.

Saitou took a step back, yanked hard to pull his blade from the deceased flesh that held onto his katana, and watched as the man fell to his knees, then down face forward in the alley. The people who gathered to watch the action were hushed. Saitou finally broke his focus from the dead man to look around, spotted a fellow undercover police officer in the crowd and nodded, signaling to the officer that a clean up crew be called in take care of the mess that Saitou proceeded to leave behind.

With a wrist flick snap, the excess blood was thrown from the weapon. He turned, sheathed his katana, and walked away from the scene.

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

“Travel safely, and don’t worry about a thing, Miss Kaoru!” Kenshin exclaimed as he shut the door of the carriage and signaled to the driver.

“Have Sano clean out the bathhouse when he gets back… and make sure you lock the gate if you leave the dojo… secure all the doors at night….” Kaoru shouted out the ‘to do’ agenda as the carriage pulled away from Kenshin who was standing there nodding at each item. Kaoru’s requests were soon muffled by the sound of carriage wheels and horse hooves that dug into the soft ground.

Kenshin chuckled to himself as he slid the gate shut and latched it. A couple days with Aoshi, Kenshin played with the thought and smiled even brighter. The thoughts instantly dissolve when three tapered shinobi knives struck the dojo’s gate simultaneously near the latch next to his fingers. Kenshin, in a flash, dropped to the ground and rolled a few turns, sprung to his feet and faced in the direction the knives were thrown from.

“You!” Kenshin narrowed his eyes at the tall figure standing before him in the pathway ahead.

“Let’s do some practicing to keep in shape,” Aoshi calmly suggested.

Kenshin relaxed his ‘on guard’ stance, “That sounds entertaining, yes it does! I’ll get my sakabatou!” Kenshin excitedly trotted to his room, but as he passed Aoshi he found himself taken by the wrist and ceased.

“You are unarmed at the moment,” Aoshi snickered as he bent Kenshin’s arm behind his back and pulled the smaller man against him until Kenshin’s back was against the front of Aoshi’s body. Aoshi placed his other arm around Kenshin’s neck and pulled the back of Kenshin’s head snug against his chest.

Kenshin gasped, but happily played along with the arrest. He struggled a bit and realized that Aoshi had gotten a good firm hold on him. “Aoshi, what are you planning?” Kenshin was finding it difficult to breathe with Aoshi’s arm around his neck, but noticed deliberate pressure being applied against his backside by Aoshi’s groin. “Aoshi” Kenshin managed to call out the shinobi’s name again.

“Proceed forward to my room and I will show you what it is I want from you,” Aoshi said, then lowered his mouth next to Kenshin’s ear and whispers slowly, “Himuraaaa…”

The heat of Aoshi’s breath against the nape of his neck, the lustful sound of his voice forced anticipation on its way to Kenshin’s groin. Aoshi forced Kenshin forward even though the ex-hitokiri's eagerness shown plainly at the front of his kimono.

The two men enter Aoshi’s room where he ordered Kenshin to sit on the futon that was located against the wall at the far end of the room.

“But first, Himura, it would be a good idea to remove your kimono and hakama.”

“And yourself?” Kenshin questioned the shinobi.

“It all depends if you perform well for me.”

“Aoshi…”

“Hush and do as I tell you, I want to see your body, but leave your fundoshi on,” Aoshi ordered Kenshin as he sat opposite the redhead to capture a better view.

“Aoshi…”

“Tell me you don’t want to do this, Himura-san. You tell me this is something you would rather not indulge in, and we will stop at the moment you object.”

Kenshin’s hesitation was only but a fleeting issue. He did not want to resist, nor did he want to stop, or rebel against Aoshi’s wishes. For once, Kenshin finally felt relief from having to be in control. Aoshi’s orders are welcomed by the ex-hitokiri, gladly, willingly. One by one, the articles of clothing were laid next to Kenshin, revealing more of the small-framed man causing Aoshi to spur on in his lustful control over Kenshin.

“Nice, very nice,” Aoshi wet his lips as if he was able to taste the view of Kenshin’s tantalizing body. “The sight of you causes me to want even more. I don’t think there can be enough of you to satisfy my craving. You see, Himura, this is not a recent matter for me. You were the object of my longing for quite sometime.” Aoshi moved himself closer to Kenshin’s almost bare body. “And now, you are here before me as food for my hunger and nourishment for my soul.”

Aoshi lifted his right hand from his lap, and drew one finger down Kenshin’s nose, over his lips and down his swallowing throat. He played there for a while, outlining the notched edges of the ex-hitokiri's collarbone. When Kenshin’s eyes began to lower, Aoshi trailed his hand slowly down chest, stomach, and groin...and finally settled heavily in the widespread crotch. He slowly, gingerly curled his fingers down over the warm bulge and had his hand engulf the tight bundle completely. Aoshi squeezed once—twice.

Kenshin leaned back on his propped arms and kept his legs crossed before him. He dropped his head back and his full, soft red hair cascaded over his shoulders and fell gracefully creating a puddle of red strands on the futon around him.

“Aoshi…”

“Shhh,” Aoshi whispered as he rubbed at the heated, swelling flesh through the thin fabric of Kenshin’s strained fundoshi. He played his fingers lightly over the shifting bulge, and sexily chuckled at the way Kenshin’s hips lifted off the futon as he tried to increase the pressure from Aoshi's hand.

“Aoshi… this is not easy for me—to just sit here,” Kenshin began to squirm under the shinobi’s seductive caresses. “It would be good if you would take me now, that it would.”

“I haven’t decided how I want you. This is the decision I’m trying to make,” Aoshi said suddenly becoming fascinated by the growing dampness on Kenshin’s fundoshi under his fingertip.

Aoshi danced his finger over it repeatedly, earning a tortured gasp and moan from Kenshin. It pleased Aoshi to watch Kenshin’s teeth clench, and his head tilt back. Aoshi knew that Kenshin was finding sex with him arousing. He found Kenshin’s current state, something of a compliment, and he couldn't resist dragging it out.

Kenshin lifted his head to look at Aoshi who was obviously enjoying himself at Kenshin’s tortured expense. “This feels so good, it is hurting,” Kenshin moaned. “Why don’t we move to the next level? What is it that you wish, Aoshi?”

"There's just so much to choose from. Do I want you on your knees on the floor, begging for it? Or up against the wall?” Aoshi tucked his fingers under Kenshin’s orbs and gave it a squeeze while his own voice drifted off into a lustful sigh. He continued, “...Or flat out on this futon on your stomach, ass in the air...or tied down, spread open, and gagged...?"

Kenshin dropped his head back again as another rough groan from his throat cut into Aoshi’s words. Aoshi grinned as he watched Kenshin bite his lip—hard. The scene fanned Aoshi’s now blazing fire within him and urged him to carry on the verbal torture.

"Do I want you pleading and easy, or struggling and fighting...or lashed down so tight it wouldn't make any difference. How do you want it, Kenshin?" Aoshi whispered, and watched the ex-hitokiri’s eyes fly open, almost in a rage of dire need.

“Aoshi, how you want it doesn't really matter, does it?

Aoshi snickered and pointed down at Kenshin’s wet spot on his fundoshi, "Looks like you want it any way you can get it."

“Aoshi! Tell me what it is that you want!”

“Maybe this is how I want it. Teasing you into crumbling little bits, watching you fight with yourself over how much you want this." Aoshi moved right up against Kenshin and slid his hand over Kenshin’s shoulder and pushed his long hair out of the way. “I think I want you struggling a little. That's fun and gives everything a nice edge." Aoshi then slid his hand down Kenshin’s shoulder, to his wrist, and tighten his grip. He spread his other fingers out over Kenshin’s pulsing erection. "You can give me a little fight, can't you, Kenshin?"

Kenshin glared at Aoshi, flushed and disheveled, hair spiking up and teeth grinding. "I think I can do that," he chewed out, arm working spastically under Aoshi’s hold, eyes a delightful mix of anger and frustration.

"Mmm, good. That's perfect. Doing what you have to do, fighting it every step of the way," Aoshi paused then let his voice drop to a husky, low rumble, "even though you're just dying for it."

Kenshin's head jerked to the side, staring off into the dark room, expression murderous.

"Yes, that's how I want it. I think you can pull it off. Make sure you give it a good edge of just dieing for it, though. That's the best part." He let the amusement creep into his voice. "And doesn't look like it'll be too hard for you to pull off. C'mon Kenshin, it'll be fun." He curled his fingers into the top of Kenshin’s fundoshi and gave it a tug, releasing Kenshin’s wrist at the same time. "Stand up."

"Good boy," Aoshi murmured when Kenshin stood in front of him, just for the fun of watching the blush suffuse that pretty face again. “It’s now time to get rid of this thing,” Aoshi began to unravel Kenshin’s last piece of clothing. “Here, you do this,” Aoshi handed Kenshin the untied end of the fundoshi and then let both of his hands wander to Kenshin’s small tight buttocks. Stroking and squeezing the rounded cheeks, Aoshi grinned as Kenshin’s breath caught. He continued to fondle, pinching occasionally, as Kenshin unraveled his fundoshi off and kicked out of the way, using Aoshi for balance. Aoshi found his own breathing picking up, his erection swelling under his ninja gi. Aoshi Released Kenshin’s butt reluctantly.

Aoshi let a slow smile stretch his lips as he surveyed the body in front of him. "Very nice," he commented as his eyes rested on Kenshin’s erect plaything, dark with blood. He reached out as if to stroke, but at the last moment he dropped his hand and cupped Kenshin’s orbs below. Kenshin’s sharp intake of breath pleased Aoshi, and he spent a few extra moments fondling the swollen sac. "Pretty, pretty Kenshin," he mused. He tightened his fingers until he gripped the sensitive testicles firmly, and then lifted his eyes to meet Kenshin’s.

Kenshin’s flushed face was beautiful. His eyes wide, lips parted and quivering as he tried to breathe without moving. Aoshi loved watching Kenshin’s body respond, and to think that this was the man he so wanted to defeat, but ultimately could not. The thought, the bubbling anger resurfaced and Aoshi felt all the frustrations, all the tension of his never-ending, twisted relationship with this man rise and wash through him like a wave crashing down against the sandy shore.

The urge to restrain Kenshin was suddenly strong. Tie him up then tie him down, gag him, fuck him, Aoshi heard himself suggest in his mind’s ear. His hand squeezed, and his thoughts must be showing on his face because Kenshin’s eyes widened, and a flash of something...something like fear...crossed the pretty face. As if for the first time since he and Aoshi had chosen to take this route, Kenshin realized he might have left himself a little too open, he might have underestimated Aoshi.

Kenshin braced for the worse, but then it is gone, and there was nothing but the arousal, the heat, and the burning lust that was radiating off Aoshi like a furnace. Aoshi continued to massage Kenshin in his grip firmly, leaning in to speak directly into Kenshin’s ear while his captive moaned helplessly.

“This is what I want from you, Kenshin. I want you to need me, to depend on me to give you what you need. I want you to suggest it, ask for it, and even beg for it. If you don’t, I’ll make you plead for it.” Aoshi placed his tongue on Kenshin’s neck and ran it along his jaw line. “Now do you wish to have release?” Aoshi’s hand slowly, lightly played with Kenshin’s erection. “If you want it you must ask me for it.”

Kenshin gasped and desperately tried to push against Aoshi’s hand, but Aoshi refused to supply any friction to Kenshin’s member worth feeling. Kenshin instinctively reached down to his own organ to ease the burning pressure, but Aoshi quickly intercepted, grabbing Kenshin’s wrist again.

“Ah, it looks like the next time we play, I will need to bind you,” Aoshi said as his own erection became uncomfortable, urging him to undo his gi.

“I won’t let you find release that easily, Himura.” Aoshi untied his gi, dropped it to the floor, and stepped out from it, kicking it off to the side. “I’ll go first,” Aoshi said and guided Kenshin to his knees. “I need to trust you not to touch yourself until I say you can.” Aoshi looked down at Kenshin’s sweet looking mouth, so round, soft and so very willing to allow Aoshi the privilege to enter within. Aoshi’s fingers encircled Kenshin’s head and pulled Kenshin’s mouth for a perfect fit around his erection, slowly at first, but then unable to restrain himself, Aoshi forcefully pushed forward to slip past Kenshin’s lips, teeth, and tongue until he made contact with the back of Kenshin’s throat.

Kenshin synchronized his breathing, hungrily taking Aoshi in as deep into his mouth as he possibly could, allowing Aoshi freedom to move in and out as he wished. Kenshin enjoyed this game of control, knowing that this was exactly what Aoshi needed from him, and as strange as it seemed, Kenshin was realizing how much he needed to be able to surrender, if only for a season, long enough for release, it was always what he desired, but never thought an outlet was ever possible.

Aoshi gasped and pushed as deeply into Kenshin’s mouth as room allowed, then with a violent shiver through is entire being Aoshi’s dam bursts and gushed forth covering Kenshin’s throat and tongue with a force so mighty the liquid rushed past the corners of Kenshin’s mouth and ran its course down Kenshin's chin to the floor below.

The shinobi collapsed onto his knees and pushed Kenshin backwards onto the futon, which knocked the wind out of the almost choking redhead. Aoshi’s liquid still dripped from Kenshin’s mouth as Aoshi fells forward on top of Kenshin to face the man who had just taken a mouthful of his seed.

“Ask me Himura…” Aoshi tongued the white liquid on Kenshin’s lips and chin. “…Ask me to release you!” Aoshi’s request sounded more like a demand rather than a request.

“Aoshi… please,” Kenshin gasped and coughed a little in attempt to clear his throat of Aoshi pungent potion. “Please release me,” Kenshin pleaded.

“You’ve done well this time, Himura.” Aoshi slid himself down the length of Kenshin’s body until he was in the position to take Kenshin as the ex-hitokiri had taken him. “Do you want this Himura?”

Kenshin forced his hip forward and screams, “YES!!!!!”

With a few strokes with Aoshi’s mouth, tongue and lips, Kenshin let out a gut-wrenching yell as though he was in the process of slaying the strongest of enemies. His body buckled and folded in half as he held onto Aoshi’s head with both of his hands and released himself in spasm after spasm of pure liquid joy.

“Aoshi… I cannot move! This I cannot do!” Kenshin managed a slight chuckle.

Aoshi returned to Kenshin’s side, kissed the ex-hitokiri deeply and then said, “Let us lay here together and regain our strength. Then we can work out and practice with our swords!”

Exhausted, Kenshin’s eyes popped open wide, “ORO???”
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