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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:

*Onmitsu – Spy, detective, secrecy

“Cho-san, who is this man?” Mitsu clung to the lapels of Cho’s gi.

“Awww purty lady, this guy’s harmless,” Cho reassured the frightened lady.

Aoshi cracked a smile across his lips. “If I may have a word with you outside? It is important.”

Cho took the chin of Mitsu in his palm and lifted her face to look into her eyes. “Don’t worry about this, I’ll just go and see what the purty boy wants.”

Cho made his way outside to meet with Aoshi who was waiting for him at the far corner of the building.

He chuckled to himself as a thought crossed his mind. If I weren’t so straight, this Shinamori guy is mighty good to look at. Purty, but still in a masculine way. Cho took a gander at Aoshi’s proud stance and noticed that Aoshi was close to looking like an immortal, with his cloak blowing behind him in the wind, and his collar turned up encircling his neck like one of those mysterious characters in a *onmitsu novel.

“Cho-san, I could have been one of Horie’s men. If that were so, you would be dead at this moment,” Aoshi warned the man from Kyoto in a low threatening voice.

“Yeah, yeah, but hell, that purty lady is such a temptin’ morsel… I can barely stand it,” Cho sighed. “Besides, it’s too late for warnings, I’ve fallen madly in love with her and she’s taking a liking to me like a honey bee to a honey comb. Mighty Sweeeeet!”

Aoshi, not wanting to meddle…“It is your blood Cho. It is up to you how you choose to spill it.”

“I don’t need to ask you how you found me way out here, being you’re a shinobi and all, but I’m curious about your reason for tracking me down. I take it, Saitou sent you?”

“Hai, Saitou is having to lay low,” Aoshi sighed, turned and stepped away a few feet from Cho in order to get a feel of that which was unseen around the bend of the building. Aoshi continued, “Saitou had to dispose two of Sugimura’s men today, thus making it unwise to be in contact with anyone of us openly. Allow me fill you in…”

While Cho was outside being briefed by Aoshi, Mitsu’s mind, as well as her heart, was full of Cho. What will she decide to do with all that was beginning to happen between she and the happy-go-lucky man with the broom-like hair? He seemed to be sincere with all that he says to her, but Mitsu’s fear of Horie made it all so complicated. Her heart was telling her that Cho was much more than what he outwardly appeared to be and, that was what had her so interested in him. He treated her special and made her feel good about herself, which was a rare experience for Mitsu.

“Why not be honest with myself,” Mitsu whispered. “I fervently want out of this situation that I am in with Horie! I know I should be honest with Cho-san about it, but I don’t want him to think that is all I want from him. I need out, but… do I want to stoop so low as to use a man like Cho-san? Or, could it be that I am sincere in my feelings for him and I’m actually falling in

love?”

Thoughts bombard Mitsu’s mind, one after another, placing her on a seesaw ride of emotions. Cho’s approaching footsteps beaconed her attention.

“I’m sorry about that purty lady, but he’s a friends of mine who just couldn’t wait to hook up,” Cho said as he tried to avoid questions from Mitsu by attempting to explain the incident to her before she had the chance to interrogate him. “He’s a shinobi and we used to hang out together in Kyoto, he is one of the very few of my friends in Kyoto whom I let know that I was moving to Tokyo, so he looked me up.”

“Oh, that explains how he found you here. It is said that the shinobi understands the world of the hidden so there is nothing hid from them.”

“You got that right, but it just goes to show you that it could have been one of Horie’s men; Serizawa, or even Mochi Hana. They’re both capable of sneaking up on us like that. Shoot, that can put an end to our lives really quick!”

“You are right Cho-san, It all seems so hopeless, doesn’t it?”

“Nah… Don’t you let yourself give up hope,” Cho placed a hand gently upon her shoulder to reassure the pretty woman. “Love can find a way, if it is indeed true love.” Cho looked around at the mess still about them. “We better get some work done here, so we’ll have something to show Horie when he arrives.”

“Hai Cho-san, let us begin with this box here.” Mitsu pointed at a tall container stacked with collectables. Mitsu found the pretty, relaxed smile she wore earlier and set it back on her face.

Glad to see the change in her spirit, Cho placed his hands on his hips and shook his head in disbelief. Looking at the size of the container he bent with laughter. “My word lil’lady! This here will take us all night to unpack! But listen here, I don’t mind spending a life time doing this sort of thing, as long as I get to do it with you.”

Mitsu giggled.

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

Saitou shook the rain mist off his kimono upon entering Sano’s room and the Kamiya Dojo. The strength of the storm proceeded to get worse, and the lightening and thunder more frequent.

“I doubt if we’ll be seeing Himura or Shinamori tonight in this weather. I’m sure they’ll seek shelter in the city for the night instead of traveling the roadways.” Saitou pulled his kimono off himself to dry on the hanger. “The rain is coming down in buckets outside, it was difficult not to get wet as I relieved myself.”

“Oh,” Sano chuckled, “I thought you peed on yourself.”

“Ahou.”

Saitou tucked himself back between the covers and made himself comfortable once again. Sano certainly was enjoying the company having Saitou over at his place for a change. Although a humble place, it was where Sano had all his worldly possessions. It was home, at least for now, and Sano felt good to be able to share it with Saitou, for it didn't happen too often.

Sano propped himself up on his elbow and threw one leg over the wolf’s legs. “You must have been a lady-killer back in the Shinsengumi days, huh?”

“Are you trying to pry again, Sanosuke?”

“No, I know you don’t like talking about it, but damn if I’m not curious,” Sano confessed and played with a dangling strand of hair in front of Saitou’s face to torture him a bit.

“There weren’t many that held my interest to be quite honest.” Saitou tried to pacify the playful side of Sano, yet he got annoyed with the strand of hair Sano tried to stick in Saitou’s ear.

“You’re trying to underplay it all, aren’t you Saitou? One of the well-known items about the Shinsengumi was the fact that you guys were all playboys, spending most of your free time down in Shimabara at the red-light district.”

Saitou frowned and became agitated. “If you believe rumors, then you don’t deserve to know the truth.”

“Shit, why do you think I’m asking you? I want to know the truth. You weren’t exactly the shyest guy when you seduced me in your garden that first time! I just wanted to know what the hell type of guy you were during your connection with the Shinsengumi. In the garden, with me that first time, you seemed… well… You seemed forward, to say the least. It always made me think that you were a lady-killer, or even a man-killer during your earlier days, sexually speaking.”

Saitou set his hand upon Sano’s shoulder and realized Sano’s sincere need to know. “A lot of the men went to Shimabara to blow off steam. There were a lot of things going on that had the men on edge. A lot of internal struggle and tension between them giving each man their own reason for the need to find whatever relief they could in Shimabara.”

“And what about you, Saitou? Did you have need of that sort of retreat?”

“Every man has needs, but my reasons for going to Shimabara, I believe, were justified. At first, I was coaxed to keep an eye out on Okita. The Vice Commander was responsible for Okita’s wellbeing and had me accompany him. Besides, we weren’t allowed to do any travel alone, and we always traveled in pairs for safety reasons, along with the fact that it was more difficult to defect when there was someone you were accountable to.”

“So? Did you sleep with many women when you did go?” Sano asked becoming more and more intrigued.

Saitou closed his eyes for a second, as if trying to stir up the old memories he had tucked away in safe keeping. He then smiled.

“There was one woman whom I got to know fondly. Many times we sat for hours just drinking tea together and, I would listen to the sound of her voice. It was soothing to me and she quickly became my way to retreat for a season from all the turmoil going on around me. There were other occasions when we said not a word, but enjoyed nights of passion together. Either way, I made sure that my time in Shimabara was spent with her.”

Sano sighed a breath of relief. Saitou wasn’t a whoremonger after all. He seemed to have been interested in just one woman. Sano was touched instead of what he head expected to feel… threatened.

“So…what happened? You obviously fell in love with the woman.”

“Hmn,” Saitou nodded. “I was on assignment when things went from bad to worse for the Shinsengumi. I was doing undercover work gathering information on another member of the Shinsengumi who arranged to separate from the group. Since I confirmed that their intentions were against the Shinsengumi, the time came to advance in the assignment and get back to the Shinsengumi with my findings. I knew it would be very dangerous for her to continue to meet with me, so I obtained some money, redeemed her, and sent her from Shimabara to Gion where she’d at least have a chance at a better way of life.”

“Wow! You did something like that? And here I thought… Well, I thought what most people think about you Wolves of Mibu.”

Sano was amazed. The more he got to know Saitou, the more he found that Saitou had values, and they were set. What amazed Sano most of all was the fact that Saitou was taking Sano seriously in his life. But why would such a man bother with the likes of an ex-fighter for hire? Sano's thoughts kept him wondering.

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“At least the driver was able to get those horses to shelter at the livery! This storm is a bad one and not one to be out traveling in,” Aoshi said while he stripped off the wet clothes from his chilled body and stretched it out on a drying line the inn keeper set up for the men.”

“Not to mention giving us a good reason to spend the night out, away from the dojo,” Kenshin smiled brightly and noticed how good Aoshi looked with just his fundoshi for covering.”

“Enjoying yourself, Kenshin?”

“Oh! I, uh…” Kenshin blushed when he realized that Aoshi noticed his lustful stare. “You know Aoshi, I have never noticed how far your nipples stand out from your chest when you’re cold, until now.”

Aoshi snickered, “And you have not touched them in this condition before, have you Himura-san?”

A knock at the door interrupted the two from their sensual, flirty conversation.

“Ho!” Aoshi responded.

“Douzo, ocha!” The young inn attendant slid the door to the room open and placed a tray with a snack and ocha down just past the threshold, and then quickly slid the door shut again leaving the two alone for the night.

“Ahhh, we shall lose our chill in no time drinking this.” Kenshin poured Aoshi and himself a spot.

“I can think of better ways to lose a chill,” said Aoshi. He made his way over to the ex-hitokiri who was seated down on one of the futons and sat himself down directly in front of Kenshin. Their legs crossed before them, and their knees touched slightly.

Kenshin openly laughed and said, “You know Aoshi, I can see your motives coming a mile away. It is unlike a shinobi to be so blatant.”

“I’ve never claimed to be shinobi. An *onmitsu, yes and once a part of the Oniwabanshu, but my techniques are very different from that of the shinobi.”

“Hmn, I did find that to be true during our confrontation in Kyoto, and such a masterful opponent you were at the time. I’m glad we shall never cross swords in battle again.”

“Perhaps not swords of steel,” Aoshi snickered, leaned forward and placed his fingers around Kenshin’s neck. “I’m sure we’ll be crossing our swords of flesh.” Aoshi drew closer to Kenshin and placed his lips against Kenshin’s neck and kissed it gently.”

Kenshin gasped at the thrill of Aoshi’s hot breath against his cool skin. The contrast of chill and heat pricked his skin sharply, as though Aoshi had given Kenshin a nip with his teeth instead of a gentle peck with his lips.

“You seem to like being kissed here,” Aoshi pressed another succulent kiss even more intensely on the same spot. “I can feel your skin respond to me Kenshin. And, your nipples tell me that your skin is enjoying it. I also hear them calling out for my attention. Isn’t that so?” Aoshi licked the nape of Kenshin’s neck slowly as he spoke to the ex-hitokiri.

“Uh huh…” Kenshin managed to sigh while he fell backward pulling Aoshi over himself like a blanket on a cold winter night.

“It is most obvious that you can’t wait for this,” the shinobi said while positioning himself between Kenshin’s legs. “And it certainly feels like you can’t wait for it either Himura-san, you are hard as a rock under me.”

“Aoshi, stop toying with me… In the kitchen today, you had me beg you for it, but you only teased me. Then later you held some stranger still so that Saitou could work on him. Your muscles, your expressions, I was hard for you even then.” Kenshin moaned deeply feeling Aoshi’s fingers twist his tender nipples sending sensation, after sensation straight down between his legs. “Can you not sense my need for you to complete what you’ve started earlier?”

Aoshi dismounted Kenshin and sat cross-legged beside the panting redhead. “So I did see lust in your eyes as Saitou and I interrogated Sugimura’s onmitsu.”

Kenshin sat up as well. “Oro? What do you mean?”

“You had the same look in your eyes when you saw me bending that guys arms back as you do when I pin you down and have my way with you. I see the heat in your eyes as though flakes of amber flicker off the reflection of your irises. That’s how I can tell you’re in heat Kenshin and I enjoy very much getting you there.”

Aoshi crawled a few feet and rested himself upon the futon. “If you want more…” Aoshi slapped his hand forcefully on the futon sounding off a dull, but loud rap. “…Come sit with me.”

Obediently, Kenshin repositioned himself on the futon, full of desire for Aoshi. The skilled shinobi had been teasing Kenshin all day, tempting him, taunting him with lustful invitations and suggestions. Kenshin couldn’t rid himself of the enormous erection even if he’d wanted to, or needed to. There was only one way to ease the pulsating pressure that had been building between his legs all day long.

“Aoshi, you are doing things to me I never thought could possibly be done to make me feel the way I do.”

Aoshi pulled Kenshin by his arm and held the smaller man’s body close to his own as they both sat side by side on the sprawled out futon.

“Did you not say you were in need of passion in your life? Is this not what you feel being awakened inside of you now?” Aoshi spoke calmly and softly while moving his fingers across Kenshin’s chest and then trailed his fingertip gently down to the white fundoshi that pinned Kenshin’s erection firmly against the excited, heated man. “This… is in need of my touch, isn’t it?” Aoshi traced his finger over the hard head of Kenshin’s lust as it presses itself against the material that pinned it down.”

“Aoshi let me remove my fundoshi. I cannot think with it constricting me the way it is, the harder I’m getting the more it is suffocating me, that it is!”

“Mmmm, not until you convince me you can’t live without it. Convince me that you’ll not tire of what is happening between us, and what is taking place inside of us.”

Aoshi lightly outlined the edges of Kenshin’s stressed member against his fundoshi, as if drawing a picture of what was fighting below the fabric to free itself. “Convince me Kenshin, that you’ll need my touch always.”

Biting his lower lip, Kenshin fell backward on the futon and arched his back, pushing against Aoshi’s touch. Aoshi lifted his hand until the gap between Kenshin’s lower back and the futon became obvious as Kenshin struggled to reach Aoshi’s hand. The shinobi teased Kenshin, barely allowing enough friction against the sensitive part of his erection, but allowing contact along the sides of the hardened shaft.

“Suck me Kenshin, and if you do it well, I will allow you to remove your fundoshi, but first you must show me you deserve to be set free.”

Aoshi leaned back on his straightened arms, and stretched his legs out before him. The very sight of the ex-hitokiri obeying his words had turned Aoshi rock hard, and eager to feel him engulfed by Kenshin.

“You’ll have to convince me that you want this…”

Aoshi was moved to an immediate state of blaring thrill as Kenshin flipped himself over and crawled to place his face into Aoshi’s lap. It didn't take but a few seconds for Aoshi to feel himself entering Kenshin’s mouth and felt himself being sucked hard into the cavity through Kenshin’s quivering lips.

“Good! Very good! You surprise me at how well you know how to do this. Perhaps you’ve been used in this way before?”

Kenshin moaned and tried desperately to apply pressure to his groin by rubbing it against Aoshi’s leg as he devoured the shinobi to the hilt and back. Aoshi, pleased with Kenshin’s performance thus far, reached down, while allowing Kenshin to continue to pleasure him. The shinobi managed to uncoil Kenshin’s fundoshi. He was delighted to see the overly ripened fruit fall from the front of Kenshin’s body, wet with anticipation and trailing evidence of it against Aoshi’s leg.

Aoshi took a handful of Kenshin’s hair behind his managed the right rhythm by manipulating Kenshin’s mouth, moving his hips to suit himself while taking in the entire sight from above. The longer Aoshi controlled the situation in this way, the shorter his staying power became. It was time for Aoshi to turn his attention to releasing Kenshin, thus finding the release Aoshi needed as well.

Kenshin’s lips made a smacking sound when Aoshi pulled the ex-hitokiri’s mouth from his ready organ. He leaned forward to kiss Kenshin hard inserting his tongue as deep as his tongue could possibly go. The heat of Kenshin’s mouth prompted Aoshi to kiss him deeper and harder, driving into him like there was no tomorrow. Instinctively, Aoshi felt another part of himself being driven.

“Since you want this so bad this time, I will give it to you this way.”

Aoshi pushed Kenshin backwards onto the futon. He knelt between Kenshin’s legs then warned the redhead, “Keep your hands away from yourself, do you understand?”

“Hai,” Kenshin gasped when he felt Aoshi’s firm grip behind his knees forcing his legs up against his chest causing Kenshin’s wind to be forced out abruptly from his lungs.

Aoshi positioned himself accordingly and placed Kenshin’s legs over his shoulders, one at a time, all the while searching Kenshin’s eyes with his own.

“I’ve already given you a sample of this in your kitchen at the dojo, haven’t I? Now, I will finish what I’ve started. Aren’t you glad we waited until now? Do you not want this even more now than earlier today?”

Kenshin groaned loudly full of desire for what he waited for all day. “Do it Aoshi, I’ve been anticipating this.”

“Hmmm,” Aoshi hummed in amusement. “You haven’t been prepared properly, but yet you want this?”

“Aoshi,” Kenshin huffed at the controlling shinobi. “This is exactly how I want it. I have no need of preparations.”

“So ka... So you enjoy being pierced? This is interesting and very pleasurable for me, because it is just how I enjoy it too…” Aoshi made sure that he was lined up to his target, and then thrust his hip straightforward.

Kenshin’s response sent the two men soaring in the realm of heathenize passion and pleasure; he gasped, and then let out a muffled scream. Kenshin involuntarily dug into Aoshi’s arms with his fingernails. The two shudder together during the initial penetration. Aoshi plainly saw the expression of pain on Kenshin’s face. There was a look about Kenshin that captivated Aoshi… It was the look in Kenshin’s eyes... The very look of the hitokiri, the man that Aoshi once sought to kill.

“Look at me Himura-san,” Aoshi requested while holding completely still inside of Kenshin.

Kenshin opened his eyes wider and lustfully gave the man above him his attention. “Don’t stop Aoshi-san,” Kenshin whispered. “I don’t want you to stop now as you had done earlier today.”

“You must tell me first, Kenshin…” Aoshi leaned forward, closer to the man below him in order that he could look deeper into Kenshin’s eyes. “Will you need this passion forever? Will you always allow me to deliver it to you?”

Kenshin trembled, despite of trying hard to keep his body from quaking.

“I need passion to survive Aoshi, that I do know… and I also know that the passion I receive must come from you. In this way, you shall remain a part of my life, for as long as you have the passion within yourself to give tome.” Kenshin lifted his back off the ground by pressing the heels of his feet onto the futon. “…Aoshi please… continue!”

The ex-hitokiri’s answer pleased Aoshi and urged the shinobi to compliment his partner by satisfying the need that had been burning within him all day. Aoshi pushed forward again, harder this time, making his way through the resistance that held them apart.

Again, Kenshin’s body shook, this time more intensely as he lost himself in pure, erotic ecstasy.

Aoshi, unable to keep the orgasm at bay, reached down and grasped Kenshin’s erection tightly in his hand as he drove his own erection’s journey to completion. Aoshi’s climatic groan triggered Kenshin’s release as well, both partaking in the passion’s conclusion that had been shared and toyed with all day between the two.

“Extremely powerful,” Aoshi said between gasping for air to replenish his supply after expelling it all upon his climax.

“That it was,” Kenshin huffed while pulling in the oxygen he needed to find the clarity of mind while returning to his senses. “Such passion… is not possible with just anybody.” The redhead turned to look at his panting partner beside him. “Aoshi, what is this that we have stumbled upon?”

“Each other,” Aoshi sighed finally having his breath back again. “I believe we have found ourselves in each other.”

“Hmn… that we have,” Kenshin sighed as well, “…that we have.”
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