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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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*Kudasai – Please

The storm that tore through Tokyo left in its wake some damage, but nothing unexpected for that time of year. Storms, if severe, usually forced residence and shop owners to an early start the following day to attend to necessary clean up and repair. That morning was no exception.

Horie had been busy at work since dawn reorganizing the storefront’s upper level. Since Mitsu moved her belongings to the new residence, there was more than enough room to spread things out between the rooms upstairs. The cumbersome work seemed like a routine task to Horie and his men, as they’ve relocated many times in the past, for various reasons.

One of Horie’s watch guards rushed into the storefront obviously out of breath. He called out urgently to Horie from the bottom of the stairs below. “In the back of the shop… Horie-sama! Come quickly *kudasai.”

Horie heard the critical beckoning and immediately dropped the various articles he was in the process of transporting from one room to the next. Without question, Horie headed straight through the storefront rear exit that lead out into the back alley. A crowd was gathered directly outside. Horie pushed his way through the mass until he arrived in the center of the public’s stare. For one brief moment, anger gripped Horie’s throat like a chokehold that squeezed out the possibility of drinking in the air needed to sustain his life. It was as though his heart spun in one quick leap and set itself still as the scene before him met his eyes.

“Mochi-san!!! Mochi Hana!” Horie fell to his knees, tucked his arms around the seemingly lifeless form below him and cradled her drenched, tattered form against his body. “NO! Mochi-san…” Horie could see that she was injured badly, but still breathing.”

“The doctor is on the way,” said one of the bystanders who was watching with concern.

“Hold on Mochi-san, hold on. You cannot leave me now. Sister, hold on!” Horie’s requests turn into to pleas reluctant to let go of his sibling, fearing that death was close by waiting for just the right moment to snatch her away from him.

Horie hailed another one of his men, so to dole orders. “Get Serizawa-sama here right away!”

“Hai!” The messenger turned an about-face, and made his way through the thickening crowd.

“Such a pity,” a bystander said to another while gazing upon the critically injured young lady.

Another observer agreed, “Indeed a pity, such a beautiful thing too.”

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

“Achoo!”

“If you would be so considerate and sneeze in the other direction, I would appreciate it,” Saitou said frowningly after he felt a cold puff of humid air blow against his back.

“Oh, sorry about that. I think I’m coming down with something,” Sano tried to hold back another sneeze, but caused his eyes to fill with tears from the sting of his sinus.

“You’re awake, I hear.” Saitou redirected his sitting position in order to face his stirring partner. “You should take better care of yourself, Sanosuke.” Saitou took the sight of the ‘early morning’ Sanosuke he had come to appreciate. This was the time of day, upon Sano’s morning wakening, that Sano was the closest to looking most childlike. Saitou fought with his desire to take the young man in his arms and let him know how much he appreciated looking at him and how much he would love to touch him at that moment.

“Well, you didn’t seem to care either way last night out in the rain, did you?” Sano sleepily looked at the ex-Shinsengumi Captain sitting before him with contentment written all over his handsome face. Sano liked waking to find his lover near him in that way, and the smile on his face conveyed his gladness openly.

Saitou smirked, “I do admit, I was rather preoccupied as I remember correctly.” The wolf smiled back at the handsome young man who looked even more inviting awake, laying there beneath the covers, than when he was lifeless and asleep a few minutes ago. Saitou, unable to put off his temptation to initiate intimacy with his mate before having to get started on the day’s agenda, touched the smile on Sano’s face with his fingertips sensually.

“I’d say you were. The damn steam was coming off your back in the rain! You were hot!” Sano laughed, “Heck, you were so hot you practically cooked my dick well done as soon as I entered you."

Saitou let out a quiet grunt posing as being annoyed at what Sano implied. Though deep down, the wolf felt good, very good, in being able to keep up with Sano, but he wasn't about to admit it. After all, he did have a head start on the young man in years. Nevertheless, Saitou’s performance had him proud this morning, and the mere thought of last night in the rain urged the familiar dawning of another arousal. As much as Saitou wanted to conceal the fact, the prominent outline at the front of his fundoshi was a dead giveaway.

“I can adjust that for you, if you’d like,” Sano’s said with his eyes glued onto Saitou’s growing arousal, at the same time feeling his own flesh between his legs stirring with life.

“I don’t mind you doing so, but I must attend to readying myself for work. With such a storm as the one we endured last night, I’m sure there is much to tend to.”

Sano pouted and flashed his ‘puppy-eyed’ look at the wolf knowing full well that the behavior usually hits Saitou’s soft spot. Feeling his own urge filling in between his legs at the sight of his mate’s arousal, Sano thought fast to coax the wolf and lure him into another sensual romp. “But I didn’t hear Kenshin, or Aoshi come in. You’re stuck here till they return with the carriage, aren’t you?”

“Hmn,” Saitou nodded. “You have a point.”

“Shit, it wasn’t hard at all to change your mind, you hungry, narrow-eyed wolf. Not long at all. I can see the drool in your eyes.”

“Wouldn’t you rather taste it on my lips?” Saitou lowered himself to close the gap between he and Sano, eager to take on the young man's lusty invite. Saitou stopped just short of Sano’s lips and extended his tongue to playfully lick Sano’s top lip first, and then the bottom. Saitou enjoyed the taste of his lover’s lips, and teasing him had become a habitual occurrence of their intimate relationship.

Sano sighed deeply, “What is it about you that takes my breath away?” He found himself being drawn into the narrow eyes that stared deeply into his own. “Why does my heart stop when you do these things to me?” Sano’s heart beat faster knowing that he had the wolf’s full attention. There was no other place that Sano found this kind of satisfaction, except with the handsome man whose breath he felt against his lips.

Saitou took his partner’s hand and placed Sano’s palm against his distended organ that laid beneath the folds of his fundoshi. “Does my doing this also take your breath Sanosuke? Is this what makes you feel as though you are a part of me?”

Sano gasped as his innate reflex had his eyelids draw to a close when his hand made contact with Saitou’s strong desire that was under the thin fabric for the taking. The feeling of Saitou’s strong erection straining to be freed from its restraint triggered Sano’s own member to awaken fully. Another deep breath and then…

“Sanosuke? Are you in there? Sano?”

“Huh? Uh… Little Missy! I uh…” Sano’s fought to regain his clear thinking, eyes wide open now, startled out of what could have been a blissful moment together with his lover. Sano bolted from his futon and staggered to the door desperately adjusting his now awkward erection, so to enable him to take the needed steps to the door. Sano took a deep breath before sliding his door open just enough to stick his head through to see the young lady standing just inches from him on the other side.

“I left the presentation early to get back here and see if the dojo survived the storm last night,” Kaoru said as she tried hard to sneak a peek around Sano to catch a glimpse of who the other voice belonged to that she heard before she knocked.

Sano, with only his head visible to Kaoru stuck out from between the sliding door, tried to act as normal as possible. “Everything’s fine here Missy. I was here when the rains started yesterday and held down the fort until the storm ended. Nothing, absolutely nothing, except for a few branches and leaves from the trees, blew away.”

Kaoru’s features on her face shown stress and worry. “Well, I wouldn’t have bothered you so early, but I notice that Kenshin isn’t here. I thought something may have happened, and… well I sort of panicked.”

“OH… Don’t worry about Kenshin. He left yesterday evening with Aoshi to run an errand. I think Kenshin didn’t want Aoshi to travel in the storm alone so he went with him. The storm worsened after they left, so I’m sure that they both took shelter in town instead of trying to get back here at night in that weather.”

“Ah, I see.” The tiny-framed young lady nodded her head repeatedly. “That explains that. I’m glad the storm didn’t get the best of the dojo. The town was a mess when I passed through earlier to get here. If you’ll be around today I’m sure you won’t mind tidying up a bit?”

“Sure, uh… I’ll get to all of that a little later,” Sano chuckled nervously still trying to block Kaoru’s view from Saitou who sat half naked on Sano’s futon.

Kaoru grinned devilishly. “Good then, I’ll see you a little later. I’ll put tea on and set out enough breakfast biscuits for you and Saitou.”

“Huh?” Sano obviously surprised, blushed. “Oh, yeah… thanks little missy!”

Sano slid the door shut and turned to see Saitou still sitting where he left him, but now, instead of lust in Saitou’s eyes, annoyance was the prominent expression the wolf wore. Sano found the wolf irresistible and the muscle between his legs resumed its tautness just by the sight of the man he hungered for.

“Any chance of getting back to where we left off?” Sano sat close to the wolf; any closer, Sano would be sitting on Saitou’s lap.

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

In the dim room of Dr. Gensai’s hospital unit, Mochi Hana began to regain consciousness and weakly called out for Serizawa.

“I’m right here Mochi-san. Do not exert yourself, stay calm, you are safe now in the hospital,” said Serizawa worriedly.

Horie moved forward from the front of the futon where she laid. “Sister? Can you tell us who did this to you?”

A frown appeared on Mochi Hana’s face as she remembered being attacked in the alleyway behind the storefront. “I was on my way back to meet with you two, to warn you.”

“Warn us?” Horie questioned. He walked over to Mochi Hana's side and looked across at Serizawa who was holding onto Mochi Hana’s hand seated opposite Horie. Looking back at Mochi Hana he asked, “Is it Sugimura?”

A small moan escaped Mochi Hana’s lips as she tried to move. “Hai, I went to Sugimura’s compound before the storm broke loose last night. I overheard them discussing the fact that we raided their compound and killed their men. They want revenge.” Mochi Hana tried to lift herself up off the futon.

“Mochi-san, stay and rest,” said Serizawa as he placed his hand on her shoulder to calm her. “We need you to recover fully, but in the mean time, do not be concerned with Sugimura, we will see to it that they be put out of business.”

The door to the recovery room slid over and in walked Megumi. “Okay you two, it’s time we allow Mochi Hana time to rest and gain some of her strength back. She will be just fine. Why don’t you two come back later, she should be in better condition then.”

Horie and Serizawa reluctantly left the room, but not before assuring Mochi Hana that they will return for her after she rested up a bit. Both men seething with anger made their way to the carriage Cho had waiting for them outside. It was a planned hit, a strike, more than likely a ‘warning’ blow from Sugimura’s side that cannot be ignored. Obviously, Saitou’s plan in planting Sugimura’s dead man behind Horie’s storefront accomplished its purpose in throwing any suspicion off himself.

The sun finally peeked through the remaining storm clouds, but as long as Mochi Hana remained immobile, it didn't seem like the sky was clearing for Horie’s group.

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

“Tell me again, Himura-san. Before you go back to the dojo, and I, back to what is expected of me. I need to hear you speak those words again to me.” Aoshi whispered the request into Kenshin’s ear while pinning the redhead down beneath his weight on their bedding where they spent the night together. “If you don’t reassure me, it will torment me.”

“Aoshi, I do not wish to keep you a prisoner to your thoughts. If things were different, if it weren’t for other people who would be affected by what was happening between us, I would be able to tell you very simply. But with Kaoru and Misao to consider, I’m afraid it is more complicated.”

Kenshin plainly saw that Aoshi desperately was trying to keep what the two men had stumbled on between them. Without having to battle with denial this time, Kenshin’s heart was screaming out the same thing, and he desired to tell Aoshi about the feelings that were boiling within him. The doubts, the fear of being found out, it would be overwhelming if it weren’t for Kenshin’s past experience with having to keep stress at bay.

“Tell me…” The tone of Aoshi’s voice changed, becoming more demanding, “…tell me that we shall keep what we have, and not let it slip away.” He placed his mouth upon Kenshin’s ear and took the earlobe between his teeth sending a quick surge of electricity down Kenshin’s neck.

“Aoshi…” Kenshin sipped air between his teeth and without thinking, automatically arched his back pressing his groin against the man above him. “Let us work together and find a way. I too am not willing to give up what we have mutually found together. The passion that I had been missing, the passion that was ripped from me a long time ago, has now returned life worth living to me… through you.”

“Mmn,” Aoshi moaned. “I feel you getting hard for me again, is this not so?” Aoshi took advantage of Kenshin’s lustful state of mind and wedged his hand between them and fondled Kenshin’s most sensual spot. “You do know that you are irresistible when you are in heat?” All I can think of when I feel you like this is getting myself inside of you. Deep inside of you.”

“Aoshi, the innkeeper… he should be here to collect payment for our use of this room very soon. Aoshi…”

Kenshin’s words were cut short by Aoshi’s mouth upon his, ending any conversation in regard to leaving just yet.

“We are not leaving until I have you,” said Aoshi after breaking his captivating kiss upon Kenshin’s mouth. “Turn over and pleasure me quickly, before I go insane with this lust inside of me.”

Kenshin’s desire was much stronger than his common sense, and he could not reject Aoshi’s demands. Not when it involved feeling Aoshi’s burning desire inside of him again. It was becoming a flaming need within Kenshin, an awakening energy that was not easily quenchable. It was as though the hitokiri was being resurrected within himself, igniting passion from the inside, out. Kenshin’s heart pounded against his chest, and before he realized what he was doing, found himself kneeling on all fours before Aoshi, feeling himself being prepared by the shinobi once again.

Sudden pain, not too bad this time, but Kenshin still clenched his teeth together as he tried to keep his moans from being too audible.

“I can feel you are getting used to this.” Aoshi, taking pleasure seeing the redhead in such a vulnerable position, hesitated no more, and slowly entered the ex-hitokiri. “Doing you like this makes me want to possess more of you.” He gasped as the pleasurable sensations swallow him and became too intense for Aoshi to control. All that registered in his mind at the moment was how Kenshin was pulling him in, not just physically, but emotionally as well. “I am sorry if I am hurting you, but I must…”

Aoshi lost his senses and rammed into Kenshin causing the redhead’s face to distort with pain. Kenshin’s jaw dropped open, but only a deep throaty gurgle escaped as blinding pain shot through his body. Aoshi continued to thrust into Kenshin’s parted flesh, taking Kenshin by the small of his hips and pulled the smaller man against his thrusts, totally focused on balancing on the fine, thin line of pre-orgasmic sustain.

“Aoshi…” Kenshin gasped.

Aoshi heard Kenshin’s voice reaching him through the fog of lustful passion and was reminded that his partner was in need of release as well. “Kenshin, I am close, move with me now.” Aoshi tucked his arm around Kenshin’s abdomen to hold him firmly in place as he sat back on his heels to allow the both of them to sit upright. Aoshi still deep inside of Kenshin bit the side of Kenshin’s neck and down along his shoulders as he rocked Kenshin expertly on his lap, guiding his organ toward the sanctum of completion. The shinobi’s hand found Kenshin’s flower ready to seed and stroked it firmly, but gently. At the same time the force of his thrusts into Kenshin lunged Kenshin’s organ rhythmically into his fist.

Kenshin’s head fell back upon Aoshi’s shoulder, a signal that Kenshin was completely surrendered to Aoshi’s whim. Aoshi, sensing another episode of overpowering Kenshin, was not able to stand much more than this.

“This is how…” Aoshi grunted in between thrusting himself into Kenshin. “This is how I want to feel all the time with you. With you Himura-san, I want to feel this way only with you. Just like… THISSSSSSS!” One final, deep insertion and Aoshi sent his seed deep into Kenshin surrendering chamber.

Kenshin placed his hand at the crown of his manhood as Aoshi took him over the edge as well, catching his own hot liquid in the palm of his hand to prevent having to clean up the mess, being that they had only a short time before they need to pay their tab and depart from the inn.

The two men spent, Aoshi pulled himself from Kenshin and sat the redhead beside himself. He glanced down at Kenshin’s hand. “What do you have here?” Aoshi took Kenshin’s closed fist into his hands and unfolded Kenshin’s clutching fingers. “Ahhh,” said Aoshi as he viewed the lusty potion collecting in Kenshin’s palm as the sticky liquid slid down the fingers. “Isn’t this you Kenshin?”

“Oro?”

“Hmn,” Aoshi smiled and added, “This here, this is from our passion together.” Aoshi took Kenshin’s finger and inserted it into his mouth. He did the same to the other fingers and ingests Kenshin’s offering. Aoshi stopped just briefly to look into Kenshin’s eyes and while still locked onto Kenshin’s stare, Aoshi placed his tongue in the center of Kenshin’s palm and swirled the semen around as though stirring a meal in preparation to dine.

Kenshin was hypnotized and unable to break his stare from Aoshi’s sensual ritual. No one had ever taken him so totally before as Aoshi continued to do so, even after having reached orgasm. The sight of the shinobi’s tongue, the sensations that it created in the palm of Kenshin’s hand was erotically stimulating. Amazement overwhelmed Kenshin as Aoshi’s actions caused Kenshin’s organ to stir again, even so soon after his climax.

“Aoshi, I…” The words choke in Kenshin’s throat, froze. Undoubtedly speechless as he witnessed Aoshi scooping up the fluid with his lips from Kenshin’s palm and drink it down like a savory cocktail, relishing every glistening drop.

“I’m not satisfied. I’m still hungry,” said the shinobi as he licked up the residue from his drenched l lips. “I want more of you.”

“Oro? Aoshi, what are you saying? I don’t think…”

“Don’t worry, I have a feeling you’ll not take too long. I can see it in your eyes.”

Kenshin couldn't deny wanting to experience another orgasm so close to his previous one. That seldom happened. He remembered experiencing such times when he was a youngster. When his Master, Hiko, took care of errands, leaving Kenshin to his practicing, the young Kenshin would indulge in masturbation. Occasions as such were rare, but when the situation was right, Kenshin often enjoyed relieving himself several times before his master would return.

Aoshi pushed Kenshin onto his back and leaned over him. With expert fingers he worked Kenshin’s organ magnificently until it stood fully erect once again.

“Perfect Aoshi. You are perfect in most every way,” Kenshin sighed out, making it obvious to Aoshi that the ex-hitokiri was still well able to spring into action. Once again, the intense feeling of oncoming rapture approached, much to Kenshin’s surprise. He arched his back as soon as he felt Aoshi repositioning himself. Kenshin didn't hold back from the fact that he wanted Aoshi’s hot mouth sucking down on his erection. In fact, if Aoshi had taken any longer to move his mouth in position to take Kenshin orally, Kenshin would have undoubtedly begged Aoshi to do so.

“I need this Kenshin, so feed me quickly and feed me hard!”

Aoshi engulfed Kenshin totally, all at once, to the hilt. Kenshin gasped, drawing wind into his lungs at full capacity and held it…

“ORO!!?? I do not believe…” Kenshin grabbed hold of Aoshi’s head and repeatedly thrust his swollen-self between Aoshi’s wet lips several times and then let out an uninhibited squall that was a mixture of pleasure, passion and agony. He arched his back then drew his knees up behind Aoshi’s head, wedging the shinobi between his groin and upper thighs. Kenshin convulsed.

Aoshi made sure every drop of essence was swallowed before he broke away to look at the now exhausted warrior that performed exquisitely for him. Aoshi smiled.

“I am thoroughly satisfied now.”

“I am content as well.” Kenshin wiped the sweat beads from his forehead not wanting to move. He realized that Aoshi was staring at him, anticipating affirmation. Kenshin smiled, “I also do not want to have anything come in the way of what we both share.”

Aoshi eyes widen, “Do you mean that?”

“Hai, more than you can imagine.” Kenshin sighed, and pulled his lover closer for a warm, reassuring kiss, but before doing so, Kenshin added, “We want the same thing, you and I.” Kenshin pressed his lips against Aoshi’s.

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

“What the…” Cho brought the carriage to an abrupt halt in front of the storefront. Before conscious thought, or planning he pulled his katana from below the carriage’s footboard where he kept it in case of a situation such as this would arise. Cho lept as far and as quickly as possible from the driver’s seat of the carriage toward the scene before him.

“Cho, I’ll take care of this one, you can have the other,” Horie’s watch-guard shouted seeing Cho arrive to help relieve the situation.

“It’ll be my pleasure!” Cho let out a sort of gleeful, evil laugh as he lunged toward his opponent with no regard whatsoever and with intentions on plowing into the assailant with his able katana.

Horie and Serizawa also dismount the carriage, but Horie motioned to Serizawa to stand steady. “This is the first time I am seeing Cho in action. There are only two men from Sugimura’s side. If more arrive, then we shall step in, but for now, I would like to observe.”

Horie and Serizawa weren’t the only two watching. By now, a crowd collected to take in the action of the four men in the desperate engagement.

Sugimura’s man blocked Cho’s advances quickly and expertly. Cho used a combination, but his opponent seemed to be too fast on his feet for Cho’s present strategy. It was time to rethink. Cho stalled, calculating the man’s movements and focused on the man’s center of energy. If Cho could find that center, then half the battle was won.

The man struck with a combination to Cho’s upper-body. Cho blocked each oncoming strike and he returned a few strikes of his own along with his counter-strikes. The energy displayed by the discharging sparks from the clashing steel dazzle the surrounding crowd.

Another set of repeated strikes from his opponent finally revealed to Cho that the man’s focus was on Cho’s right shoulder. Cho took a deep breath and grinned. The newly gained insight of his opponent’s focus was all that Cho needed to know how to plan his next strategic move.

The four dueling men took up most of the street forcing the crowd to widen their theater positions. It had been awhile since the people heard, or seen such a commotion out in the open streets. It was indeed exciting for some folk that gathered to watch, but for the majority, the fear of more hostility ahead was dreaded.

Cho thought out his next move. He took a quick step back, switched his offensive stance and does a counter-clocked spin taking his katana from his right hand into his left knowing that his right shoulder was being watched. The switch was hidden from the assailant’s view. Upon completing the spin, Cho released his elbow sending his blade through the man’s midsection.

The man was stunned, pain coursing through his body and then going numb instantly from the waste down. He blankly stared at Cho for a moment—his last moment. Then he fell to the ground and mumbled unrecognizable words before ceasing to take another life sustaining breath.

Cho looked over his shoulder and nodded at Horie and Serizawa who appeared to be pleased with Cho's tactical performance. They offered Cho a nod and he accepted by returning the gesture, snapping his head up high relishing the victory.

Another quick strike to the right with his weapon mortally wounds the second man, who, unfortunately for the man, had chosen to back step just a slice throw from Cho while trying to escape Horie’s man’s assault.

“Whoowhee! Wasn’t that a kick in the hakama?!” Cho let out a big chuckle to ease the residue of exhilaration along with a sigh of relief. “You okay, partner?” He called out to Horie’s man who fought beside him. The man nodded.

“This was Sugimura’s calling card,” Horie said to Serizawa. “It looks like we need to address this situation before more men are lost.”

Horie ordered his men to clean up the ‘mess’ in front of the storefront. “Cho, you come with Serizawa and I.” Horie set his hand upon Cho’s shoulder as a grin turned the corners of Horie’s mouth. “I’m impressed, Cho-kun. Perhaps we can use you in a more suitable way from now on.”

“You can count on me, sir. This is definitely my kind of work!” At that moment, Cho stepped into Horie’s inner circle and was looking forward to letting Saitou know that he was finally where Saitou wanted him to be—on the inside. He was feeling accomplished as one of Tokyo’s finest undercover agents. His grin turned into a full on sparkling smile. It took all of Cho’s restraining power not to let out his usual expression, but it was still audible in Cho’s mind…

‘Whoowhee!’ The word echoed in Cho's mind. ‘Whoohee Do!’
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