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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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”I’m not quite sure if he was the only one stalking me, nor am I sure whether or not word got back to Horie about my involvement with his man’s death.” Saitou said to Aoshi as they stood before the shinobi's dorm room. Saitou took a long drag from his cigarette. The white paper of the tobacco-wrap stood out between his bloodstained fingers. “I’m hoping it was a lone stalker that spotted me exiting the police station, but we must make certain about it. Right now, it would not be wise for me to try to contact Cho, so it’s up to you to fill him in.”

Saitou briefed Aoshi in on the details of his run-in with Horie’s man when suddenly he was was distracted by Kenshin who walked out of Aoshi’s room.

“Sounds like the situation is heating up, that it does,” Kenshin said as he continued to walk toward the two men. He fumbled with his loose hair in his attempt to bind the red flowing strands behind his head. “I heard talk in town that a lot of robberies were occurring because of the opium problems.”

Saitou broke out his classic smirk, flashing it across his face, and he snickered at the two men before him. “I know I look a sight covered in blood due to my rumble with one of Horie’s men, but I probably look in better shape than the you two of you do right now.” Saitou took the last draw from his cigarette and dropped the spent butt to the ground and ground it into the dirt underfoot. “It is obvious that you two have decided to move on, to the next level.”

Aoshi and Kenshin were not surprised that Saitou saw the coupling between the two. The fact that Aoshi was not preoccupied with trying to possess Kenshin eased Saitou’s mind. Aoshi would be able to think clearly about the case from here on, without being so distracted with winning Kenshin’s attentions. Yes, it looked like smoother sailing ahead, for all concerned.

The men stopped their conversation abruptly when the gate to the dojo rattled, obviously from someone attempting to enter. The latch gave and the gate slid open.

“Sano!” Kenshin shouted, along with a wave in greeting.

The firm build of Sano had all three of the men appreciating the young man's accents of youth. Although Sano had been venturing in adulthood for sometime, he still displayed the boyish taint that made his appearance very attractive to many.

“Hey guys!” Sano waved to the group, secured the gate once again and trotted over to join in on the conversation. Even before saying a word Sano realized Saitou’s condition.

“Shit! What happened to you?” Sano blurted out in concern for his companion. “Are you all right?” There was no missing the sight of the splattered blood on Saitou’s wear. The crimson color turned rusty-brown, and the blood-clots are noticeable on, and throughout Saitou’s raven hair.

“Hmn,” Saitou nodded, “Just a day out in the field. One of Horie’s assholes needed to be put down before he clued his buddies in about my cover.”

“Saitou-kun, you are welcome to clean up in the bathhouse,” Kenshin suggested. “The water was heated just recently and it should be perfect to soak in. Aoshi and I were on our way to fix a meal anyway. Sake and a meal is a good thing to share among friends, is it not?”

“Hey! Good idea!” Sano shouted, barely able to contain his excitement about the suggestion. “I’ll even join you, Saitou!”

Everyone in the group froze and looked at one another and then… Laughter.

“Ahou,” Saitou said and then shook his head.

Sano shrugged his shoulders, “We’re among friends here, they all know that we…uh, that we occasionally bathe together?”

Saitou didn't try to hide his disapproval in Sano’s lack of self-control, but he turned his glare from Sano toward Kenshin and relaxed his frown. “I suppose it will allow Aoshi and I to go over his agenda after the meal, and I do need to get this blood off of me,” Saitou agreed, giving in to the invitation. The truth be known, Saitou desired to unwind after the run-in with Horie’s man, and Sano had already proved himself to be the perfect assistant in helping him do so.

“Great!” Sano ran off toward his room, but before getting too far from shouting distance he turned while he trotted backwards and said, “I’ll go get that kimono you let me borrow. I was meaning to return it.”

The three men, minus Sano made their way on the path that led to the main house. The wind gusted against their bodies, signaling that a storm front was fast moving in. Saitou took the upper path that led to the bathhouse located behind the main house.

“Hey Saitou!” Sano called from behind.

Saitou glanced behind him and saw the young man approaching with the kimono in his hand at a trot’s pace, but Saitou continued on the path until he stepped up on the bathhouse porch. He stopped, turned toward his exhilarated young companion, and took a brief moment to appreciate Sano’s excitement, along with the delicious sight of the strong wind that pressed the gi-fabric against Sano’s body, which outlined his youthful muscles beneath.

“I have your kimono,” Sano raised the bundle above his head and waved it. “And a fresh gi for me too!”

“That I can see,” Saitou replied not able to hold his approving grin from showing brightly at the corners of his mouth. Saitou nodded approvingly and turned to enter the bathhouse with Sano at his heels.

“Saitou,” Sano huffed as he caught his breath from his anticipating sprint to the bathhouse. He tossed the fresh laundry on the dressing bench and rushed over to the tall blood splattered man. “Saitou…” Sano’s eyes scanned Saitou’s condition, searching for any wounds, making sure Saitou wasn't concealing any injuries. “Are you really okay?”

Without delay, Saitou grasped Sano by the nape of the neck and drew him against his body. Saitou’s hold on Sano was urgent and forceful, conveying Saitou’s need for Sano in a nonverbal manner. Saitou held Sano still in his arms, and let out a big sigh. The wolf continued to embrace him tightly, as close to his body as possible.

“Hmn, I’m okay, Sanosuke,” Saitou said softly, and pulled apart from Sano’s returned embrace. Without another word, Saitou forcefully pressed his lips against Sano’s, driving his tongue deep into the young man’s willing mouth. Then as suddenly as the kiss was applied, Saitou broke the kiss and looked into Sano’s eyes. “I need to drink you in, Sanosuke. Since you've entered my life I view living differently now, “Saitou whispered and then drove his tongue deep within Sano's parted lips once again.

Sano sensed that Saitou’s frame of mind was different this time. Saitou seemed to be troubled. The way he embraced Sano, kissed him, it was all so different than usual. Sano wasn't quite sure how to handle Saitou’s need, but this was an opportunity for Sano to at least try.

“Here, let me help you get out of this stuff! You’re kimono is as stiff as a board.” Sano helped the wolf remove the blood-crusted garment that hung heavily on Saitou’s shoulders. “The smell… death,” Sano said as he dumped the soiled kimono next to the wall behind him, along with the hakama and the under garments. “Here,” Sano moved the sitting-crate next to the steaming bath bin. “Come, sit and let me wash this shit off of you.”

Saitou eased himself down onto the crate and watched Sano as he removed his own clothes, dropped them atop of the existing pile of soiled garments on the floor, and return to the bath bin with the bamboo bucket in hand. Saitou closed his eyes as the steaming water was poured over his head rinsing off the caked-on blood that matted his hair, and crimson-paint that tarnishes his skin.

Hardly a word passed between the two men. Saitou remained still as Sano applied the care and attention Sano believed the wolf deserved. With each application of the cleansing soap, Sano massaged the tenseness from Saitou’s muscles. Sano’s fingered the soap into Saitou’s skin, not only to remove the blood of the dead man, but to rejuvenate Saitou’s body with energetic life with his touch.

Sano poured the rinse water over Saitou’s head. The two men watch the stained soap suds pull the remaining blood from Saitou’s skin and hair, spilling to the floor. Saitou’s hair hung in front of his face in long strands but the wolf still watched his mate minister life back into him.

“Tilt your head back,” Sano used his fingers to guide Saitou’s head back by lifting his chin. Sano poured the water through Saitou’s hair to set it back, and away from his face. Sano bent over to place a kiss on Saitou’s forehead, down the bridge of his nose and finally, Saitou’s waiting lips.

Saitou grasped Sano’s wrist and tugged, “Come Sanosuke, kneel before me.”

Sano obeyed with pleasure and knelt directly in front of Saitou. It is Sano’s turn for a scrub down. Saitou scooped water from behind him with the bamboo bucket and wet Sano’s body down. Sano shrugged his shoulders as the water splashed against his head and ran down his neck, and then onto the rest of his body. Saitou chuckled at the way Sano’s nipples perked with goose bumps, as the steamy water brought them to life.

Saitou rubbed the soap through his fingers and apply it liberally to Sano’s neck and chest, more water, then more soap to his hair until Sano’s body glistened with the appearance of white and flesh tones, slick and appetizing to the wolf.

“You can stand now,” Saitou directed Sano as he pulled the young mans body between his bent knees. Saitou applied more water and soap, and slid his palms over Sano’s buttocks feeling the muscles respond under his touch. He cupped the rounded mounds tightly and slid his fingertips between Sano’s two firm cushions. More soap and water, this time Saitou applied the mixture to Sano’s distension.

Sano let out a moan that emanated from under his quickened breath. “Yes, Saitou!”

Saitou dropped one hand between his own legs to adjust his swollen member, but continued to soap Sano’s erection with his other hand. Saitou’s moan caught Sano’s in the air between them exhibiting the mounting pleasure the two men were finding in the midst of.

“Saitou, I wanted to be the one to bring pleasure to you this time. It looked like you really need the special attention,” Sano said as his breathing increased in strength and quantity.

“Don’t be concerned with that Sanosuke, I shall receive from you what I need,” Saitou said as he leaned his back against the steaming bath bin behind him, forced Sano's legs apart with his knees and pulled Sano closer over him until Sano’s testicles were just about laying on Saitou’s chest. “Rinse yourself off Sanosuke, just right here,” Saitou nodded toward Sano’s erection, “…here, in front of me.”

Sano bent over to pick up the half full pail of water and poured it over his eager swollen self. When the last of the soap was rinsed off, Saitou’s grip on Sano’s buttocks guided the young man’s member to his lips. Saitou open his mouth to receive all of Sano.

“OH Damn!” Sano bit down on his lower lip and pushed his hip forward to feel the back of Saitou’s throat. “So hot, Saitou! Too damn hot, I don’t know how long…”

Sano stopped in mid-sentence when he felt Saitou’s finger enter him from behind, then two fingers. Sano gasped and let out an agonizing purr of pleasure as Saitou prepared to take Sano as his medicinal stress reliever.

Saitou’s other hand positioned his own ready erection below them, “Sit, Sanosuke.” He extracted his fingers from Sano and placed his hand on Sano’s hip to guide him over his waiting organ. “Sit right here,” Saitou guided the young man down until he was sure the alignment was right then pulled Sano onto him as if pulling a glove onto his fingers.

Sano expelled an unmistakable agonizing pleasure-scream as Saitou entered him. Saitou forced his hip upward with a thrust and Sano screamed for the second time.

Meanwhile at the main house…

Aoshi and Kenshin add the last ingredient to the dish and covered it to simmer on the fire.

“Oro?” Kenshin turned his attention to the faint scream originating from the bathhouse.

Kenshin’s attention to Sano’s yelp was soon distracted as Aoshi pressed himself against Kenshin’s back from behind. “You hear that Himura?” Aoshi enveloped Kenshin in his arms from behind. “It sounds like they’ll be busy for at least a little while longer, but the feeling in the air has me wanting you as well.”

Kenshin already knew that Aoshi was heading toward the second round of lustful rutting by the way Aoshi hinted at it while they were preparing the meal for cooking. Sano’s passion-filled scream of agony was what triggered Aoshi to move on Kenshin again. Kenshin had no reason to reject Aoshi’s advancement; in fact Kenshin eagerly welcomed Aoshi’s lustfulness happily. It truly had Kenshin feeling good about not having to initiate any of it. That in itself had Kenshin’s passion kindled after being quenched for so long.

Aoshi reached into Kenshin’s kimono and ran his fingertips across perked nipples. Kenshin sipped air between his teeth in want for more.

“Aoshi…” Kenshin breathed out. “Again?”

“Hmn, hai, I must.” Aoshi bent a little and place his mouth against Kenshin’s ear, “Have you learned anything Himura-san? Have you learned how I desire you?”

“Hah,” Kenshin pushed his ear against Aoshi’s parted lips. “You desire me to tell you… to ask you…”

“That is correct Himura-san, you are learning quickly. Now tell me…”

“Tell you that… I want you to…” Kenshin squirmed in the shinobi’s hold when he felt pressure on either side of his nipples increasing until the prickly pain rushed downward, propelling an obvious growth between Kenshin’s legs. Gritting his teeth Kenshin moaned forth, “I want you inside of me. I want you that way again Aoshi-chan.”

Aoshi’s breath quickened as Kenshin began to shiver in his arms. “This is what I want to feel when I hold you Himura. I am feeling your desire for me, and I feel you under my control as well. I have you now and I’ll not let you go."

Aoshi dropped his hand down to Kenshin’s bulge that was unquestionably fighting within his fundoshi to be released. Kenshin quickly parted the front of his kimono to allow Aoshi’s fingers to find their way through the restraining fundoshi. Once in Aoshi’s hand, Kenshin lost himself once again in the passion he thought was gone forever.

“Time is on your side Himura-san, otherwise I would make you beg for this.”

“I thought I was already begging for it.”

“Not even close to begging yet, Himura.” Aoshi pushed Kenshin to the wall on the other side of the cooking fire in the kitchen, lifted Kenshin’s kimono and hakama to expose the redhead’s perfectly taut rear. “Is this what you want?”

“Hai,” Kenshin began to shudder in excitement and anticipation. “I want you in me, that I do, just like earlier.”

Aoshi parted his kimono and reached past his fundoshi to release his aching organ and then teased Kenshin at the entrance. “Like this?”

“But you’re not lubed and ready for me, do you still want this the hard way?” Aoshi teased rimming Kenshin, rubbing the moisture from the tip of his wet, eager cock onto Kenshin’s entrance.

“I do not care… that I do not!” Kenshin pushed back against Aoshi and cried out loudly in pain.

Aoshi quickly pulled back preventing Kenshin from completely taking Aoshi into him. “No… I will have you wait until later for this. It depends on how badly you want this,” Aoshi said as he tucked himself back into his fundoshi and dropped Kenshin’s hakama and kimono to conceal the ex-hitokiri’s shapely buttocks once again.

“Oro???”

Back at the bathhouse…

“What the fuck? Was that Kenshin?” Sano sat still to listen if any more screams were to follow what he had just heard.

“Ahou, focus on what you are doing, you’re smashing my testicles! Damn it!” Saitou gasped and squirmed under Sano’s weight.

“OH! Yeah… sorry about that,” Sano apologized and took the weight off of Saitou’s lap and allowed Saitou to have full range of motion once again. Sano leaned forward, knees bent below him and atop the crate to support his weight above Saitou’s lap.

Back into a workable position, Saitou easily took up the rhythm Sano interrupted when they heard Kenshin’s howl. The wolf closed his eyes and leaned his head back to shut every thing else out from his mind, he then engrossed himself in each other’s pleasure.

Sano reached down between them and took himself in his hand and applied the same rhythm to his blood tumescent flesh. “I can’t hold on much longer,” Sano managed to moan through his lips.

Saitou opened his eyes to capture the look on Sano’s face above him. The expression of pleasure and desire was not only evident upon his face, but also in Sano’s movements throughout his entire body. It was as though Saitou was being sucked into the young man. The wolf was taken deeper, and deeper into Sano by each thrust performed.

Saitou placed both of his hands on Sano's hips to keep the young man steady, then thrust hard into him with force that was evident by the slapping sound of flesh upon flesh. Saitou could no longer restrain from driving harder into Sano as he watched Sano’s chest heave to take in more oxygen to support his racing heart.

“I can't!! I have to…” Sano sat back fully atop Saitou’s lap arching his back and pushing his organ straight forward to release his nectar with a splattering force, painting Saitou’s chest with translucent white.

Saitou’s nails dugs into the sides of Sano’s hips in response to Sano’s drenching climax, sending his erupting phallus deeply into his companion and delivered the rest of himself into Sano.

Saitou tried to catch his breath, “Ahou, my testicles!”

“OH!”

“Damn it!”

“Sorry.”

“Hey Saitou?”

“Hmn?”

“I like that color on you much better than the blood red you were wearing earlier.”

Saitou looked down at the dripping liquid upon his chest as it snaked its way to his ribs and abdomen. The wolf smiled, “I must agree with you this time.” He reached up and tucked his fingers around Sano’s neck once again and pulled his mate in for a deep kiss, but before doing so Saitou whispered, “I thank you for the life you restore in me.”

Sano’s eyelids snapped wide open, exposing the full round orbs of his brown eyes in surprise. The shock of hearing such words from the wolf restricted Sano’s speech to incomprehensible utterances. All Sano was capable of responding with was a sigh and a kiss.

“Saitou…”

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

Horie slammed his hand down on the chabudai in front of him. “What the hell is happening? That was one more man we have lost, and without information on who is responsible? This is NOT acceptable! I won’t have this!”

The two men knelt before Horie in humble posture braced themselves. “Give us orders and we shall follow it to the death!”

“Find out who is responsible! I want some answers!”

“Ha!” Both men sounded off together, still in humbled position.

“Well? GO!”

“Hai!”

Mitsu tried to calm Horie, but it seemed it was an impossible task, for the moment. “Hisomu-sama, please calm down, you know I don’t like seeing you this way,” she pleaded.

“I don’t like the idea that there maybe infiltrators in our territory! The worst of it is the fact that we haven’t a clue as to what outfit it is that is responsible. For all we know, there might be an informant among us!”

“But Hisomu-san, our force is from Kyoto, who would betray us?”

“Anyone is capable of being bought and turn their alliance over to the enemy. The convincing factor in that kind of situation, for anybody, would be the amount of the payoff.” Horie stood to his feet and walked to the sliding door. “No one is to be trusted until we find out who we are dealing with.”

“Cho!” Horie shouted down the hall. “CHO!”

The sound of running feet hitting the wooden floor conveyed to Horie that Cho was on his way.

“Horie-sama!” Cho bowed, “I’m ready and willing!”

“Change of plans Cho. I’m meeting with Serizawa, so I want you to drive Mitsu home and help her with the unpacking until I finish business. I don’t want her to be alone, not until we find out who is trying to muzzle into our affairs.”

“Understood Horie-sama,” Cho responded as he tried to hide his rising expression of excitement upon his face.

“But Hisomu-san,” Mitsu whined, “can’t this wait until the new residence is…”

Horie cut into Mitsu’s words abruptly, “Woman! I have given you direction and you are expected to follow it. Need you always question me?”

The firmness of Horie’s voice was a warning to Mitsu that he was in no mood to have to explain himself.

“Hai…” Mitsu humbly nodded.

“Cho, keep Mitsu in your view at all time. I will catch up with the two of you after Serizawa and I discuss strategy.

“Hai…”

Horie left the room, and then the building, to meet with Serizawa. He glanced up to the threatening sky, brushed his wind blown hair off of his face and muttered to himself, “Looks like a storm, I better hurry.”

Cho could feel the tension diminish when Horie left the room. The syndicate leader had a way with changing the aura around him, affecting even the strongest of persons. Charismatic when need be, but deathly threatening when angered, or frustrated.

“Is that how Horie-sama is when the heat is on?” Cho tried to lighten the mood between he and Mitsu.

“Unfortunately, yes. One must be aware of Hisomu-san’s ever changing moods. Now would not be the time to cross him.”

“I kind of picked that up for myself, “Cho chuckled. “Well, I’m finding the bright side of all of this… I have the pleasure in escorting this purty lady to her new home, and then help her do some fixin’ as well!”

Mitsu draped her tiny feminine fingers over her mouth while expelling a playful giggle. “I can always count on you Cho-san, to chase away any taunting gloom.

Cho placed one hand on his hip and thumbed up with the other hand while he nodded his head. “I’m sure glad you see me that way, because I plan on making that purty smile across your face stay put for the rest of the evening.” Cho walked to the door and slid the half open door fully against the door stop, “After you,” bowed Cho.

Mitsu giggled and exited the room, but not without first lightly brushing the side of her body against Cho purposefully, and seemingly innocently, on the way past him.

Delighted, Cho grinned, straightened his gi’s collar and danced his eyebrows upward and downward, and then followed Mitsu out.
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