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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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Chapter List
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Words you may not know

*Shinobi shizoku – Black ninja outfit

*Kunai – ninja throwing knives.

“Miss Kaoru!” Kenshin greeted the tired looking young lady as he walked through the main house’s kitchen door. “I thought you had another day at the demonstration? Maybe I was mistaken.” Kenshin braced himself, seeing how glad Kaoru was to see him, and feared that she was about to run him over with hugs.

“Kenshin!” Kaoru threw her arms around his neck, “Kenshin, I was so worried about you! I arrived early this morning and had been thinking about the storm we had last night, I expected the worst. I looked all over for you and you weren’t here!” Even though Kaoru was a tiny young lady, her strength far outweighed her size.

Kenshin chuckled nervously as he tried to calm her down, pulling her arms from around his neck before she strangled him. “Everything is fine, Miss Kaoru,” Kenshin reassured her. “I ran an errand with Aoshi late yesterday, but the storm had us find shelter in town for the night.”

“Yes, I know, Sanosuke filled me in about that this morning.”

Kaoru pulled herself away from Kenshin with a puzzling look on her face. “Speaking of which… I saw Saitou in Sano’s room too. He was just sitting on Sano’s futon, half dressed.” Kaoru’s eye looked glazed over with curiosity.

“Now, now, Miss Kaoru, what Sano does in his room should be of none of our concern,” Kenshin advised.

Kaoru nodded. “Yes, I guess you’re right, but I would be lying if I said that I am not curious how they…”

“Oro?” Kenshin’s eyes widened.

Kaoru giggled like a little girl, feeling giddy and happy that Kenshin was safe. She sighed a breath of relief and was grateful for having Kenshin near again.

“Kenshin?”

“Yes Miss Kaoru?”

“Did you miss me at all while I was away?”

Kenshin’s heart sank into his chest. He tried hard to keep from showing any signs of discomfort in his expression. He surprised himself at his ability to smile when he had every reason not to.

“Of course you were missed around here, even Sano had been asking about you too.”

Kaoru, a little disappointed in Kenshin’s reply moved closer to him and set her hand on Kenshin’s kimono lapel, looked into his violet eyes and said, “You know, Kenshin, I’ve been thinking while I was away at that conference. There is something missing between us, I mean, something that most couples have that we don’t seem to be close to having.”

The redhead swallowed hard, anticipating a standoff and feeling the need to run from it. Kenshin had faced a lot of battles in his life, most of which he walked away without a scratch, but this—was different. He realized that, if handled the wrong way, either one of them could be wounded deeply. He took a deep long breath.

“Aren’t you going to ask me what it is?” Kaoru becoming more disappointed with Kenshin’s avoidance to discuss the topic, sighed deeply, and in her frustration with Kenshin she blurted, “Oh, never mind!”

Hating the fact that Kaoru had become miffed at him, Kenshin couldn't deny a breeze of relief that blew his way. How long will he be able to avoid future discussions? If only he knew, but since he realized that this was one of many more to come, Kenshin began to feel more ill at ease about the relationship that was currently developing between he and Aoshi.

“Hey! What’s for breakfast?” Sano asked walking in on the strained couple as he towel dried his hair.

“Get it yourself,” Kaoru snapped, and then walked out of the kitchen in a huff, leaving the men to stare at one another.

“Guess I came at a bad time, huh?” Sano pulled the towel from his damp hair to look at Kenshin.

The red-haired battousai forced a grin at the corners of his mouth and said in a low tone, “I’m grateful that you arrived when you did, Sano.”

“Oh, I get it… Things heating up between you and the missy, huh?”

“Hmn, unfortunately, my situation has just begun to become complicated.” Kenshin sighed and shrugged his shoulders, as if trying to shake the unseen burden that had attached itself there.

“Hey ya’ll,” Cho stuck his head just beyond the door into the kitchen. “The purty Miss Kaoru told me I’d find everyone here, but I can’t seem to locate Saitou and Aoshi. We’re supposed to have one of dem meetings.”

Sano narrowed his eyes to see Cho so early in the day. “Yeah, last I saw they’re getting settled in the gathering room.” Sano noticed that Cho wasn't quite his bouncy self, but decided not to mention it. There were too many things going on around him that didn't seem to be going smoothly. Sano was afraid that, perhaps some of it will rub off on him if he allowed himself to fool with it.

“Thank you sirs,” Cho bowed and headed back to look for the gathering room trying desperately to muffle out the echoing replay of what had taken place between Horie and Mitsu earlier. The knife that pierced his heart earlier was still imbedded deeply and had Cho in a very dark and depressed state.

He heard Saitou’s voice in the forward room, obviously sounding agitated. Cho stopped, not wanting to barge in right away, but waited for a lull in the conversation to make his appearance. From the sound of the Saitou’s voice, Cho realized he wasn't the only one having a bad day. Aoshi apparently, under Saitou’s fire, for who knows what, was seemingly having to defend himself. Cho waited out in the hall.

“I was not accusing you of neglecting your job Shinomori, but as defensive as you’ve become lately, I’m beginning to wonder if your preoccupation with Kenshin is interfering your focus on this case,” Saitou clarified in his attempt to ease the tension between he and shinobi.

“This is no different than you and Sanosuke,” Aoshi snapped back at Saitou not moving an inch from making it known that he was capable of keeping work and pleasure separated.

Saitou, sensing that the conversation was not going anywhere from its current state, decided to drop it for the time being. He turned his attention to the entry and took a deep breath to relieve the tension.

“Cho, are you going to keep us waiting all day?”

Cho jumped and stood at attention out in the hall, then quickly entered the room where Saitou and Aoshi had been waiting for him to begin the meeting.

“I wasn’t sure if I should have interrupted you two from your discussion. It didn’t sound like you wanted to be disturbed.” Cho made an effort to explain why he had been standing out in the hall eavesdropping.

Hmmm, Kenshin and Shinomori… Futon mates? Cho tried to keep from grinning at the thought.

As Saitou read off the agenda for the meeting, Kenshin entered with a tray of ocha and mochi. He poured the hot liquid into the men’s receptacles, and judged by the length of the agenda that Saitou was reading off, that they will be there for sometime. Kenshin decided to prepare more ocha and left the men to their conference.

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Mochi Hana gently placed her hand on the sleeping man’s face. How she adored Serizawa’s strong features and gallant way about him. She was honored to have him in her life and cherished him dearly. She felt terribly responsible to have caused him so much concern, but even when she was being careful, she realized then, that she was careless to have allowed herself to get injured.

Serizawa stirred from his brief doze, “Mochi-san!” He propped himself up on his elbow to get a clearer view of his soul mate. “You are awake? Why didn’t you waken me?”

“You seem to be so at peace Noboru-san, I wanted to take pleasure in watching you rest. I haven’t been awake for very long.”

“How are you feeling, my precious?” Serizawa placed a warm kiss upon her forehead. “You know, I count myself the luckiest man alive, because you are here with me. Mochi-san, I had hoped that this incident would have you change your mind about being deeply involved in our current endeavor.”

Mochi Hana chortled at the very thought of taking a passive role. “You know Noboru-san, I would rather die than stand on the sidelines and be an observer. I was not raised, nor had I gone through a lifetime of training to take a passive role in this life. I was bred and born for what I do now.”

Serizawa knew that Mochi Hana was speaking the truth about herself. She was never one to back down when there was a fight. Seldom did she give in, whether if it was verbal battle, or a physical one. She was tough and bullheaded. Serizawa realized that it was his selfishness that held onto the hope that she could someday be content with a slower pace.

“Hai, my precious, I love and accept you for who you are. Please be patient with me, for I worry about you and that is a part of me that I cannot readily abandon.”

Serizawa leaned forward to place another kiss on Mochi Hana’s forehead, but she quickly exchanged her position and caught the kiss with her lips.

She giggled, “If it wasn’t for the fact that we’re in someone else’s residence, I would eat you up right now.”

Serizawa chuckled low and with much interest his voice carried a hit of sex in his tone, “Hmmm, it is odd how we seem to always think along the same lines. I too wouldn’t mind ravishing you at this very moment, but as you say, it would be best that we refrain from doing so, at least, until we are sure we will not be disturbed.”

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[Later that day…]

Cho stretched his back and yelled out from the driver’s chair as he steered the carriage back into the city to pick up the evening meal at the restaurant before heading back to Horie’s residence.

“WhoooooWeeeee, that was a damn long ass meeting!”

Everything looked tranquil for the early evening scurry. Vendors closing shop, people getting ready to sit down to their meal, and Cho, dreading the idea of having to go back and face Horie, knowing that he had his hands all over the woman he adored.

Damn stinkin’ bastard!

Cho again found himself having to fight off the images and sounds of Hori and Mitsu’s sexual visit together. Feeling terribly shortchanged, Cho hopped down off the carriage and proceeded to the restaurant on foot, taking the narrow walkway between the many buildings closely situated together.

From the time he left the carriage, placed his order for the evening meal, and walk back to the carriage the way he came, his mind continued to buzz away at the very same thoughts he started out with. In fact, while in the meeting with Saitou and Aoshi earlier that day, he could barely keep his attention on what was being discussed.

What the hell am I going to do? I am one hell of an idiot to think I could play with a little fire and not get burned! Cho scolded himself in his mind as he stepped in-between his unending thoughts to try and get them to quit.

He tucked the food into the carriage and shut the door. He proceeded to set his foot on the side step to climb aboard. Suddenly, Cho heard someone approaching him from behind. He reached for his katana that he kept tucked at the footboard of the carriage and kicked off from the side of the carriage and quickly turned and face the stranger.

“You!” A tall man stood before him dressed in *shinobi shozuku. “You are the one who killed Tokura and Susomi! Prepare for your death!”

Cho assumed that the shinobi was there to get back at him him for taking the lives of the two men Sugimura sent in front of Horie’s storefront. He pulled his katana from the sheath, and readied himself.

“Thank you for the warning, but I’m not aiming to have my life end here— Nope, not this way so—If anyone needs preparation to die, it’ll be you!”

Cho lunged forward, not hesitating in the least. He marked his strike and swung his katana with great force and blurring speed, testing the shinobi's skill and agility.

The shinobi made his escape by falling to the ground and tumbling, avoiding Cho’s fast swinging blade.

Cho turned quickly and pulled his sword directly in front of him, intercepting three incoming *kunai the shinobi released while rolling on the ground while he dodged Cho’s blade.

The two battling men took their stance again for their next move. A crowd collected a fair distance away, so to avoid any possible stray weapons the shinobi may release in his next attack.

This time the shinobi decided to move first, but Cho quickly sidestepped and threw the assailant off track. Cho defended himself from an oncoming swipe that missed him, and was quick to counter and managed to disarm the shinobi, striking and severely cutting the man’s elbow.

The shinobi landed on his feet after the blow, obviously in pain as he grasped his arm and held it tightly at his side. He looked into Cho’s eyes and threatened, “It is not over yet. It will not be over until you die!”

The shinobi turned, ran into the crowd and quickly disappeared.

Cho kept his stance for a few seconds to make sure that his assailant was indeed gone. He took a deep breath and relaxed. He thought that the action was a whole lot better than having his idle mind think about Horie and Mitsu. The winded man with the Kyoto accent sheathed his sword and made tracks to the carriage.

“If that don’t beat all,” Cho muttered to himself as he climbed up into the driver’s seat. “Now I’m hungry!”

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“Don’t tell me you are changing your mind Himura-san,” Aoshi, sounding irritated at the hesitant man who stood before him. “It would be as though we went through everything so far, for nothing!”

Kenshin hung his head to stare at the ground blankly and listened to Aoshi’s annoyance. Kenshin wondered how he could have let this go so far? He knew very well that he would have to face Kaoru and her demands. Kenshin shook his head as he felt the brunt of Aoshi’s confrontation.

“I have not thought this through as I should have, that I have not."

“What does that mean?” Aoshi demanded taking his redheaded treasure by the shoulders and gave him a shake. “Tell me, what do you plan to do now that Kaoru is back?”

“Please calm down, Aoshi. I haven’t made any plans as you think.”

Aoshi let go of Kenshin’s shoulders and walked over to his room’s door and slid it open to let some air in. His temper was rising and Aoshi didn't want to lose control, but at the same time, he became furious at Kenshin for telling him that they both needed to rethink their decision about pursuing an intimate relationship.

Staring out into the scenery’s distance, Aoshi asked, “Do you love her?”

Kenshin was stunned by Aoshi’s question. If he loved Kaoru, what was he doing with Aoshi? Certainly he couldn't be in love with another person, so what–specifically, was Kenshin’s motive?

Aoshi slid the door shut again, feeling confident he had gained control of his anger.

“Well? I am curious about your hesitation in answering the question. I think it was a simple question, either you have got an answer, or you don’t.”

The tall Shinobi walked over to Kenshin and placed his arms around him and pulled the battousai close. “Are you not sure of the answer because I am making it difficult for you to fully commit your love to her? Do you even want to give your love to her, Kenshin Himura? Or…” Aoshi pulled Kenshin’s chin up by his index finger to look into his violet optics, “…are you falling in love with me?”

The shock of Aoshi’s question struck Kenshin dumbfounded. Had Kenshin not even considered the possibility of falling in love with Aoshi? Apparently not, and it was obvious that Kenshin had only been viewing Aoshi as an exciting mint to enjoy on the pathway of life. Certainly there couldn't be more than that between he and another man. Could there be?

“Aoshi…”

Aoshi cut off his words with his lips ruggedly pressing against Kenshin’s mouth. His tongue separated the battousai’s lips—searching. Kenshin was powerless to resist Aoshi’s sensual mode of accessing his emotional state. Kenshin was being kissed deeply, strongly― the way he liked to be kissed. The way, only Aoshi kissed him.

Kenshin closed his eyes and gave in to the heated moment between he and the shinobi. He slid his arms around Aoshi’s waist and drew Aoshi against his body. The feeling of Aoshi against his loins kindled a fire that no one else would be capable of igniting within Kenshin.

“It does not seem possible for me to let you go,” Kenshin whispered during one of the brief breaks from a series of passionate kisses.

“Is that what you have been thinking of doing Himura-san? Are you thinking of letting me go?” Aoshi grabbed a handful of hair behind Kenshin’s head and pulled the ex-hitokiri away from his lips and looked directly into the violet eyes. “Would you leave me Himura?”

Kenshin’s breath ripped from his lungs as his head was pulled back in such a manner that exposed his throat to Aoshi like a captured animal, much like being prepared as a sacrifice for his capturer’s sustenance.

“Aoshi… I,” Kenshin gasped as he felt Aoshi’s tongue running up the side of Kenshin’s throat. The shinobi hungrily tasted him—sampling his meal.

“Can you leave this Kenshin? Can you honestly tell me that Kaoru can make you feel—as I make you feel?”

Aoshi pulled Kenshin’s body even closer to his, released the hold on his hair and then moved his hand slowly along the side of Kenshin’s body, past his waist, and then along the front of Kenshin until he reached the battousai’s organ. He gave the swollen member a few firm, but sensual caresses. “This here,” Aoshi gave him a sure, firm squeeze. “Tells me that you enjoy what I do to you.”

Kenshin summoned enough will power to halt Aoshi before there would be no turning back. He grabbed the shinobi by the wrist. “Aoshi, we must stop here and discuss this matter before we go on. It is difficult for me to think while my body is in want.”

Aoshi released Kenshin, but not without first making his frustration apparent. “I should leave and stay at the inn. It is obvious that you are not sure of what it is that you want for yourself.” He watched for Kenshin’s response, those unspoken words, that only a trained eye was able to pick up.

Kenshin took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Not wanting Aoshi to leave, yet desiring things to be less complicated. No… Kenshin would rather have things settled quickly than to have to deal with bits and pieces scattered about.

“Don’t do that, Aoshi. Stay here with me and let us work it out―Together.”

The shinobi breathed a breath of relief. “Do you mean that Kenshin?”

“Hai,” Kenshin nodded. “I have not figured out all the reasons for wanting you in my life, but I do know that I would much rather live a life of solitude than live without you.”

“Then Kaoru? Misao? What place do they have in our lives?” Aoshi moved toward Kenshin, feeling drawn to his treasure in spite of the problems they were to having to work through. The fact that Kenshin mentioned working things out together was all the affirmation Aoshi needed to remain confident that Kenshin was still wanting Aoshi to be a part of his life.

Kenshin locked onto Aoshi’s ice blue eyes and shrugs his shoulders, “That, I do not know as of yet, but what I am certain of is desiring you to remain in my life and work with me on this. It is obvious we both have people who depend on us. We cannot possibly abandon them in our pressing need to be mated. If we do, how will we produce the heirs to please our ancestors?”

“Agreed,” Aoshi nodded making sense of what Kenshin was suggesting. “I have not thought that deeply into our situation. I suppose it is possible to love more than one person, for different reasons.” While he spoke to Kenshin the enticing view of the redhead stirred Aoshi’s primal needs, and once again his growing member confirmed the shinobi’s lust. “But right now Kenshin, I need to feel you.”

“Oro?”

Before Kenshin was able to say anything else, Aoshi scooped the redhead in his arms and untied the front of Kenshin’s hakama.

“Aoshi, it is the middle of the day!”

Aoshi chuckled… “Haven’t you given yourself over to your lusts during the day? Don’t tell me you’re strictly a night lover.” Aoshi teased, his voice full of sex. “If I don’t touch you, I will go mad, do as I say and give yourself over to me now.”

Kenshin had no resistance when it came to Aoshi’s demands, in fact, it was Aoshi’s demanding manner, which made the shinobi so successful in seducing Kenshin, disenabling all of Kenshin’s defenses, and evoking the battousai’s deepest lusts.

The hakama slipped onto the floor at Kenshin’s feet, which made it easy for Aoshi to slip his eager hands under Kenshin’s hakama-shita. “Yes, I prefer you with less on,” Aoshi whispered, his earlier frustrations giving way to the onrush of desire swelling within him. “You feel very nice under my fingers, yes, very nice…”

Aoshi explored every inch of Kenshin’s chest and back. He moved his hands slowly, gliding them over curves, valleys and fleshy plateaus, building on his own need to make Kenshin surrender to him—totally.

“Ahhh… Aoshi,” Kenshin purred, feeling like he was riding down a rapid river that twisted and turned with great long liquid hills that sent his pulse racing with excitement. Kenshin anticipated Aoshi’s every move and his body responded in ways that only provoked the shinobi to examine even more of the battousai’s small frame. He tucked fingers between Kenshin’s legs just under his testicles, which had Kenshin release whining moans that the ex-hitokiri tried very hard not to let escape from him too loudly.

“Take off your hakama-shita, I want to see more of you,” Aoshi requested as he stepped back, and released Kenshin from his searching hands and got undressed as well. “There is something about seeing you without clothes that makes me want to hold on to you forever. I’ve never been so attracted to anyone as I am to you,” Aoshi said while he his tongue over his top lip.

Kenshin removed the remaining clothes he had on, including the fundoshi, gladly doing so, for his swollen erection was crying out for independence from the confinement of his garment. He was caught up in the visual stimulation Aoshi was causing him to experience.

Aoshi’s tall, lean body, so sleek and eager to perform for Kenshin, was creating a hunger so strong, as though Kenshin had been starving for a length of time. When Aoshi dropped his kimono to the floor and exposed the blatant scars from past battles like trophies all across his torso, Kenshin immediately felt himself advance to the next level of lechery.

Aoshi detected Kenshin’s interest in his battle marked body and observed Kenshin’s eyes ignite with burning lust. The shinobi knew that only a man, such as the ex-hitokiri battousai could be attracted to such permanent reminders of bloody battles once fought in life and death situations. Usually, Aoshi would feel uncomfortable to bear his scars in front of a bedmate, but in this case, he was proud to expose himself to Kenshin.

“Would you like to kiss them, Himura?” Aoshi searched Kenshin’s reaction to his question and was pleased to see the prurient expression wash over the battousai’s face. Aoshi chuckled. “I had a feeling you wanted to do so for sometime.”

Aoshi walked over to the futon and sat with Kenshin eagerly following, anticipating the taste of Aoshi’s tattered skin against his lips, and under his tongue. Just the thought of it caused Kenshin to salivate even more than he had already done so since the beginning of their love course.

“Lay for me, Aoshi,” Kenshin oddly took the lead this time. “I don’t know why this is so exciting to me,” Kenshin confessed shyly. “The very thought of your wounds, how you received them in your past, and how much pain you endured, has me stimulated.”

Without saying another word, Kenshin moved toward Aoshi, pushed him onto his back on the futon, and thirstily began to stroke Aoshi’s tattered skin with his tongue. He slid his tongue in and around the fissures where cold steel had cut the shinobi through, and took bits and pieces of him, but sparing his life for that very moment. Kenshin licked and then gently placed his lips to pull at Aoshi’s flesh in small passionate bites as he traveled across and down the shinobi’s chest.

“Ken… shinnn…” Aoshi bit down on his lower lip to keep from calling out to his treasure without restraint. “Yes, eat me, I want to feel you eat me exactly as you are.” Aoshi’s tone was demanding, but almost pleading for Kenshin to devour him even more. “Oh gods, yessss!” Aoshi began to whimper, trembling under Kenshin’s lustful feeding.

Tongue trailing its way down even further, Kenshin made sure not to neglect any wound in passing, but gave special effort to run his tongue, tasting each one, as if to study them orally, like one would do so in an attempt to memorize a map.

Not able to withstand anymore, Aoshi reached for Kenshin’s head and guided his mouth to his intensely worked up sex. “In your mouth, Kenshin, take me, in your mouth,” he painfully instructed Kenshin, barely able to speak the words past his lips without moaning incoherently.

“No,” Kenshin jerked his head back from Aoshi’s grasp. “This time, I will take you as I wish.” Kenshin knelt between Aoshi’s legs and tilted the shinobi’s slender hips toward him, so to take a long look at what he take for himself.

Aoshi didn't not resist. He was way past the need to be in control. His body ached for release, but at the same time he was taken over by Kenshin’s indulgence, witnessing Kenshin behavior that way for the first time had Aoshi mesmerized.

“Spread your legs, Aoshi, allow me the pleasure of readying you for myself.”

Aoshi did as Kenshin requested, feeling himself quickly being penetrated by one of Kenshin’s fingers, then another. Then suddenly, Aoshi felt the head of his own organ being sucked into the battousai’s mouth. Aoshi groaned as the sensation struck through Aoshi’s body like a lightening bolt. It was electric. Aoshi arched his back and gasped, while he took it all in, as much as Kenshin had for him.

This was the first time Aoshi had allowed anyone to take control over him. It even surprised the shinobi, and very pleasantly so, to know how submissive he was being in allowing Kenshin to have this honor. At the same time, he couldn't deny such grand feelings and total ecstasy that enveloped him by doing so.

Kenshin was on fire from the passion he was feeling on the inside. He wanted Aoshi as he had never wanted anyone as passionately before. His body screamed release, but his mind and soul wanted everything to last—forever.

Kenshin pulled his mouth from Aoshi’s shaft, but at the same time he kept stroking Aoshi with his hand. “I shall seal the bond between us now.” Kenshin smiled at Aoshi while he positioned himself at Aoshi’s entrance. As he guided his ripened fruit up into the shinobi, he fixes his eyes onto Aoshi’s face to take in his expressions.

Aoshi gasped deeply as Kenshin penetrated, then he let out short bursts of quiet moans and groans, making vocal the mixture of pain and pleasure working together that took Aoshi even higher into the pleasures of submission that he was just a few minutes ago.

This excited Kenshin beyond words as he watched Aoshi’s face contort with heightened pleasure. “How is this so perfect?” Kenshin kept himself still for a few moments, but still kept stroking Aoshi, so that his entry would not be so uncomfortable for the shinobi.

“Kenshin, I am ready… take me as you please,” Aoshi groaned with a quiver woven into his words.

Kenshin couldn't resist any longer and began to move his hips slowly, moving deeper into Aoshi, but restraining himself from driving himself into the Shinobi the way his body was urging him to do. Kenshin kept his eyes on Aoshi who laid before him in a way that had Kenshin viewing Aoshi as an extension of himself as he climbed higher in his passionate state.

The shinobi opened his eyes to look at the redhead and realized his every move was being watched, studied, as he was being totally engulfed in their sexual frenzy. “Himura-san, you are mine now, can you feel it? We are one!” Aoshi’s tone now sounded urgent, as he reached the peak of his pleasure. “Let us look at one another as we arrive… Yes, arrive… arriving NOW!”

Kenshin felt Aoshi’s contractions strangle his shaft in quickened spasms, and at the same time, he watched the hot liquid from Aoshi’s exploding organ spray across Aoshi’s chest from Kenshin’s firm stroking grasp.

The visual was intense. Kenshin could not keep his own seed from spilling into Aoshi. As the shinobi’s hot liquid dripped from Kenshin’s fingers, Kenshin’s climax sent wave, upon wave of built up passion into Aoshi that joined the two as one.

Kenshin withdrew and fell forward onto Aoshi. He felt the shinobi’s breathing under him as they both tried to catch their breaths. Aoshi’s fallen seed, the evidence of their union's bond, was slick between their bodies. Then the two partook in a long sensuous, bonding kiss between them.

Kenshin propped himself up on the palm of his hands on either side of Aoshi’s head. He smiled and gazed into the shinobi’s ice blue eyes and realized that his feelings for the young man had changed. For Kenshin, their physical union was much more than just a sexual romp. It was much, much deeper than that.

“What’s wrong, Himura?”

“Nothing is wrong,” Kenshin relaxed his arms and laid beside Aoshi and propped himself up by his elbow. “I was just thinking how different this time was for me.”

“How so, besides the obvious?”

Kenshin chuckled, “Yes, beside my being in you this time, my feelings for you was more intense, more…” Kenshin hesitated.

“More loving?” Aoshi suggested the use of the word Kenshin was looking for.

“Hmn,” Kenshin nodded. “That would be the word to use.” Kenshin leaned over to kiss the shinobi on the lips and enjoyed Aoshi’s taste and ‘after-sex’ scent. “You see, up until this point, I denied myself to believe that love could be possible between us, because of Kaoru and Misao."

“And now, Himura-san?”

“I just discovered —you now possess my heart.”

Aoshi was overwhelmed. He excitedly took Kenshin into his arms and pulled the ex-hitokiri close. “I shall always guard your heart, even to the death, Himura.”

The two kissed deeply…
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