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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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“Shit, shit—Gaw-Dang!” Cho, in a foul mood, tried to make his way into his dark apartment, but lost a battle with the chabudai on his way to the lamp across the room. Cho’s bare toe caught the brunt of the impact, which didn't help his current emotional condition. Steaming with frustration, and tired from the long day, the forlorn sword collector continued to feel his way around the dark apartment to seek out his lamp.

“First, I was forced to listen to the woman I adore sker-woo someone else. Then, when I finally get away from all their slobber, WHAM! Damn crazy shinobi attacked me in an attempt to end my life. Now this? Damn!”

The troubled Cho dropped his body down onto a zabuton and sat there for a long while in the dark. His mind churning through countless fragmented conceptions with no escape in sight. He thought about Saitou’s past warnings against him getting involved with Mitsu. Cho knew that it was impossible to keep from falling for the beautiful woman, but he took no heed in Saitou’s warnings. He was powerless, and she captivated his very soul in such a short time. Cho couldn't feel anything right then, except his overwhelming foolishness of allowing himself to be so vulnerable. He wondered… If he had heeded the wolf’s warning, would he be elsewhere right now instead of feeling like the world was closing in on him?

How was Cho to resist such an attractive woman like Mitsu? Before she came along Cho’s interests were totally given over to collecting swords and studying the art of using them. He didn’t have time to indulge himself in chasing after the opposite sex. Cho was wide open at the time. He was the perfect position for a woman like Mitsu to come along and steal his heart.

Even in Cho’s depressed state, his body responded to the vivid mental picture of Mitsu. He exhaled audibly with a low whine, regretting the fact that he was weary because of the foolishness of his choice. Even now, when he felt totally decimated by what had taken place at Horie’s earlier, overhearing the couple in heated passion, his mind and body ached for the woman.

Haunted by the visions pressing to the forefront of his mind, Cho gave in and focused on the tantalizing image of Mitsu’s closeness he had the pleasure of experiencing. Her body felt so perfect, even though it seemed like miles of garment that separated he from her bare flesh. Cho could still remember how intense that brief moment in time was for him. He wanted nothing else, than to take the beauty in his arms and explore every curve of her body. Perhaps he should have taken the initiative back then, but the risk of being found out by Horie would definitely put Mitsu’s life at risk.

Feeling a bit awkward, Cho untied the front of his trousers and eased his hand to grasp his arousal. It ached from neglect and abstinence. He wasn't surprised in the least to find a sizable amount of dew that topped his erection since it had been awhile. He ritually smoothed the natural lotion across and around the head of his shaft, then began to stroke himself slowly, allowing his mind to carry on with the inviting imageries, and ignoring the fact that he was to quell his desires in this fashion, instead of being able to have Mitsu quench his hunger and bring him to fulfillment.

“Mitsu-san,” Cho whispered out loud hearing his own words echo in the still of the night. The steady movement of his hand beneath is gi was magnified, along with the quickening of his breath. How he wished that the woman would whisper back to him. Cho would give anything to experience the warmth of her body, the curvature of her figure fitting perfectly against him, and her arms desperately clinging around his neck with a desire to become one with him.

The vivid scene of Mitsu transcended all of Cho’s disappointment and all the ill feelings of the moment. The memory that hurt him earlier was being buried under the pleasurable images he summoned forth. Cho’s mind filled the quietness of his surrounding with his lover’s moans of pleasure, and his hand transformed into the woman’s touch, releasing the sensations needed to promote even more saturated visions.

“Ahhhh Mitsu-san, I want to touch you…” Cho’s voice quivered as he fell into the passions of his mind imagining touching, feeling and breathing in Mitsu. His stroke now long and steady, he quietly moaned, feeling the sensations grow more intense.

Cho stop manipulating his organ long enough to pull his gi down to allow his hand freedom with less restriction. Making himself comfortable on the futon, he resumed caressing his organ, slowly at first, until the object of his evocation was firmly planted before him once again. He accelerated to higher elevations in his lustful state of mind, and his enthusiasm to release was recognizable if one were to pass by his door. Cho was not one to put effort at being trying to be quiet, and it was no different in his moments of bliss.

If only Cho wasn’t such a gentleman that day Mitsu stood against his yearning body. He regretted having to stop from stepping over the line to the next level in his relationship with her. But Horie was not one anyone wanted to cross, and the chances of him finding out something like that happening between Cho and Mitsu are more likely to happen, than not. But still, for right then, as Cho summoned the feelings and sensations he had with her that day, it was natural for him to replay the scenes in his mind and pleasure himself with them.

Cho began to move his hips, envisioning the woman’s fingers around his proud stiff member, as he held her tightly in his arms. “Yes, Mitsu-san… You do that so nice, so perfect… So damn perfect for this boy who adores you.” Again, Cho shuddered as heightened pleasure surged through his shaft and body announcing that Cho was about to exceed his limit of self-pleasure and reap his release.

“Darlin’ lady, this is for you… Mitsu-sannnnn…” Cho proclaimed loudly not caring who, if anybody, was close enough to his apartment to possibly overhear his cry of deliverance. “Mighty good! Hooooo! WEE!” Cho enjoyed the moment of sensual splendor pouring his essence into his hand. He took a minute to calm, and then he opens his eyes. He smiled, happy to have images to recall and he made up his mind not to let anything, or anyone stop him from having the woman he loves.

“It’s just a matter of time,” Cho chuckled in a giddy tone. “Now to clean up! I don’t know why us guys have to make a big mess whenever we shoot off our weapons.”

Not really needing to do so until now, Cho lit his lamp and headed off into the other room to wash. After lighting another lamp Cho prepared the bath bin, daydreaming about the possibility of slipping away from life’s realities and escape with Mitsu on his arm to some far away place to raise a family and grow old together.

Freshly dressed, Cho would be ready to turn in for the night after he tidied the mess and empty the bath bin so not to have much to do early in the morning. If there was one thing Cho didn't like, was having to get up to the morning’s call. If he got most of his chores done in the evening, he would have more time to spend catching up on sleep in the morning. He steadied the bath-bin in one hand while he slid the door open with the other hand.

“Out with the old,” Cho called out, and then tossed the bath water onto the narrow alley. Suddenly, without warning, he received a blow to the head that caused him to lose his balance and fall out onto the walkway.

“Ugh,” Cho immediately placed his hand across the side of his head to relieve the pain from the hammering blow that momentarily stunned him. “What the…” Before realizing what was happening, two men position themselves behind Cho, each restraining an arm.

Ominous laughter broke out behind Cho, preventing him from seeing who it was that threatened him, but Cho was sure he recognized that voice.

“Ya’ll here to avenge the two men?” Cho asked as he squinted his eyes from the blaring pain.

“I would have taken care of you myself, but since you rendered my arm useless for a time, I thought it wise to bring along some extra help.”

“Ahhh, and here I was figurin’ that you brought them extra arms because you’re a chicken-shit-asshole to face me alone,” Cho mocked. “How flattering! So, what can I do for you Tokyo bitches?”

The shinobi let out another ominous laugh and walked toward Cho to face him. The man struck Cho in the gut, which caused Cho’s knees to buckle. If the two men had not supported Cho, he would have fallen to the ground.

“That is for calling me a chicken. And this…” The shinobi struck Cho across the face hard, “is for calling my men bitches.”

Cho shook the stun from his head caused by the man’s strike. “You got an anger problem, old man?” Cho mocked. “If you’re planning to kill this sweet boy, why don’t you just hurry and do it. I hate wastin’ time like this."

“A spider seldom eats his meal at the moment of capture, but finds that the morsel is much more flavorful to the to the taste when tenderized within its web for awhile.”

“You shit-ass ninjas are all alike, talkin’ senseless riddles that include bugs. It’s like ya’ll got some kind of buggy-fetish!””

The shinobi eyed the Kyoto man narrowly, and wished that his recent order included death for the irritating man with the starchy patch of hair on his head. This time, his orders were clear. He stepped up to Cho and took out a small club from hiding.

“We shall settle this when you wake.” The man struck Cho for the second time on the side of the head rendering him unconscious.

“You know where to take him,” The shinobi nodded, directing his two subordinates to carry out their mission.

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The figure attired in black sleekly scaled up the sidewall as easily as trotting down the street. Inconspicuous, graceful and if need be, invisible to the untrained eye. Aoshi, one of Japan’s finest ninjas, now an independent shinobi, was out working tonight, collecting information to report back to Saitou.

During the meeting earlier in the day, Aoshi was assigned to find out if Sugimura is still duped into thinking that it was Horie’s organization that upset Sugimura’s compound and killed several of his Sugimura’s. Saitou needed confirmation that Sugimura’s focus was still on Horie and not on Saitou, or his men. It was a simple task for someone such as Aoshi.

Aoshi silently landed on his feet on the other side of the wall and was off in an instant locating the area where Sugimura’s men may be carrying on a conversation. He found his way to the crawlspace beneath the compound and silently blended into the darkness.

The people in the rooms above were going on with their business. Nothing reportable so far, and Aoshi took advantage of the lull time and take a breather with Kenshin on his mind. Being honest with himself, Aoshi had been concerned with Kaoru being around Kenshin all the time. He knew that Kenshin had not thought out the details of their relationship and that was causing him to be weary of Kaoru’s influence over Kenshin.

Aoshi spent a considerable amount of time wandering around beneath the floors of Sugimura’s compound listening to various conversations, but nothing. A few of the members were already retiring for the evening which had Aoshi consider making his way back to the Kamiya Dojo and do more stakeout duty the following night. He eased though the bottom structures, weaving in and out of what seem to be a maze of building material, along with various stored items under the large dwelling place. Aoshi stopped in his tracks just short of the location he entered in.

He stalls from leaving just yet and viewed a bit of commotion out front. A horse drawn carriage had arrived and out from the cab a couple of men are hurrying through the gates apparently carrying something. Because of the darkness of the night, Aoshi couldn't make out what it was that the two men had in tow. He waited until they approach closer.

“Put the man in the east room,” the lead man instructed as they ran past Aoshi without noticing him crouching below the bottom of the steps that led up to the building’s porch.

The men stepped into the light of the building as they passed Aoshi giving him a clear glimpse of the person the two men was toting between them. Aoshi’s eyes narrowed and he whispered beneath his breath, “Cho…”

Aoshi threw out the thought about getting back to the dojo anytime soon. Instead, he made his way back through the crawlspace to pinpoint Cho’s location and see if there be any information he could use to remedy Cho’s situation.

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“Come on Saitou… don’t leave! Stay the night! It’s not like you have to go home.”

Saitou had been sitting in Sano’s room since just after the meeting he had earlier in the day with Aoshi and Cho. There he still sat listening to Sano’s imploration about Saitou staying the night with him. Sano especially enjoyed the wolf’s visits to his humble home, even though there aren’t as much comforts to offer Saitou, Sano felt a sense of satisfaction to have Saitou there.

“Sanosuke, I appreciate the fact that you wish me to keep you company, but I do have a place of my own.”

“Yeah, but I always spend the night at your place, why can’t you spend the night here?”

“Because my back is hurting from the night before, having to sleep on your futon and not on my bed.”

Sano reached out and places his hand on Saitou’s lower back and ran his hand in a circular pattern. “How’s this, doesn’t this feel good? Come on, say you’ll stay, and I’ll give you a back rub.”

Saitou closed his eyes and arched his back to take advantage of Sano’s soothing attempt at a backrub. As tempting as it was, Saitou’s mind was made up. “Good try, Ahou, but it is time for me to head home.”

“Shit, you’re no fun,” Sano pouted wishing the wolf were easier to persuade. “Okay, I give up. I’m not going to badger you anymore. I can see your mind is made up."

Saitou got ready to leave for the night and places each foot into his zori. He glanced at Sano who was still sitting on the futon wearing a very sizable pout on his mug. The wolf hated to admit it, but seeing Sano looking so pitiful and knowing that the young man’s state of being was due to the fact that he didn't want Saitou to leave, struck a soft spot inside of him. Yet, at the same time, his other spot began to harden and urged Saitou to change his mind. Sano looked too delicious to walk away from. Sano's big brown pleading eyes, his pouting moist lips—all too much for the wolf to ignore.

“Sanosuke, are you just going to sit there?”

“Oh, yeah, all right,” Sano sighed, stood to his feet and walked toward Saitou to put his arms around the wolf’s neck. “I guess it’s good night then,” Sano said with disappointment strewn in his tone. He closed his eyes in preparation for a kiss to be placed on his lips. When nothing happened, he cracked his eyelids open to peek at Saitou.

Not able to contain his delight with Sano’s childish behavior, Saitou chuckled. “And you have to ask me why I sometimes refer to you as Ahou?”

“Shit Saitou, are you making fun of me—Again?”

“On the contrary—what I am doing is having fun with you.” Saitou pulled Sano closer to him and kissed the lips that wore the biggest pout just a minute ago. “I know how to make these lips of yours smile again.” Saitou kissed Sano again, softly this time, grazing his lips against the wet irresistible flesh rim.

“I’d sure as hell want to see you try,” Sano said with a little excited curiosity.”

“Then why don’t you come with me and stay at my place? We’ve already had our meal and bathed, now all we have to do is go to bed, and we can do that together, as well.”

Sano’s eyes lit up immediately, his heart began to thump excitedly and a wonderful smile, one of the biggest, turned up on his face. “Hell, you don’t have to ask me twice—Let’s go!”

The evening was particularly a dark one, for no moon shown across the terrain. The men took on a slow pace toward the dojo’s gate and beyond it, to the carriage. “It’s kind of eerie tonight,” Sano commented while looking around him suspiciously. “I can’t shake the feeling of being watched.”

“Hmn,” Saitou nodded, “Due to the moonless night, the ninja are out in squads tonight. Among them, Shinomori should be collecting the information we need to quench certain low-life bastards.”

The men climb into the cab of the carriage and sent the driver on his way to deliver them to their destination, which was not a long distance away from the dojo. Nevertheless, Sano still wore the grin on his face for being asked to spend another night with Saitou. Just looking at the wolf sitting across from him in the cab sent those familiar invigorating sensations throughout him and stirred his desire for intimacy.

Sano took the initiative and exchanged the seat he had across from Saitou, to the seat next to the wolf. Saitou made no reaction to Sano’s sudden approach. It never ceased to amaze Sano how calm Saitou can be, while he, was feeling like a nervous wreck, even when it involved doing the simplest things, like making a move on Saitou.

Saitou nonchalantly made himself comfortable in his seat and shut his eyes, as if preparing to take a short nap. In actuality, the wolf was pleasantly pleased that Sano was beginning to gain confidence, and was now making an attempt to drum up enough courage needed to take the first steps toward seducing Saitou.

Sano sat motionless at first, contemplating his next move. Although the two had been together intimately many times before, Sano was still apprehensive, not wanting to come off to Saitou as being too eager. After all, Sano was younger than Saitou by sixteen years, and he obviously had got the sexual appetite to prove that fact. Sano’s lack of experience was obvious also, and his struggle to appear anything but graceful was most apparent to the seasoned wolf. Then again, Saitou found Sano’s handicap most enjoyable.

Leaning up against Saitou’s shoulder, Sano fluttered inside his chest over his indecision of what to do next. What if Saitou was not in the mood, could Sano bear the rejection? The young man’s body was telling him to go ahead and seduce the handsome wolf, while his lack of self-confidence was screaming not to go beyond where he comfortably was right then. Reluctantly, Sano slipped his hand over to Saitou’s lap and rested his fingers on the inside of his thigh. Saitou remained still and quiet.

Hmmm, Sano thought to himself. The wolf doesn’t seem to mind this at all. Sano squeezed Saitou’s flesh between his fingers gently and wait for a reaction. When Saitou showed no response, Sano slowly trailed his palm and inched his fingers up closer to where Saitou’s two legs come together.

Saitou opened his eyes and without moving his head he glanced over at Sano through the side of his narrow eyes. Sano immediately ceased his advancement and retracted. Saitou said nothing and closed his eyes again, leaving Sano to figure out what to do next.

What seem to be too soon for Sano, the carriage pulled up in front of Saitou’s gate. This time Sano wasn't at all as excited, as he usually was to have arrived at Saitou’s. Actually, Sano was feeling quite nervous over what had just taken place in the cab. Why couldn’t he read Saitou? Worse yet, why didn’t Saitou respond to his caresses? Could it be that Saitou was getting tired of Sano insisting on tagging along? Sano’s doubts tempted him to change his mind about spending the night with Saitou. Nonetheless, Sano quietly followed Saitou to the gate.

“What Sanosuke? Had the fish bit off your tongue? You seem unnaturally quiet.” Saitou nodded his head and raised an eyebrow at the seemingly uneasy young man.

“I was just thinking…” Sano paused as he watched the wolf’s hands undo the latch to the gate. He always admired Saitou’s hands, so strong and capable of many things—especially making him feel so good.

“Yes, you were thinking…?” Saitou encouraged him to continue as he stepped through the gate and started toward the house leaving Sano to latch the gate. When Saitou realized that Sano was hesitant to proceed any further into the garden, he stopped and turned to investigate.

Sano swallowed hard as though he had something caught in his throat, which indeed he had. He tried hard to spit out the words he wants to say.

“Maybe I won’t stay the night… ah, maybe I’ll stop by the nomiya on my way back to the dojo.”

Saitou pulled a cigarette out from hiding and lit its tip, exhaled and shrugged his shoulders. “As you wish, but would you mind letting me in on the reason for your hasty decision?”

“Pfft… Saitou,” Sano looked down at the ground in search for the right words while he kicked pebbles around underfoot. “I know you don’t want me here with you, and I know that I’m just a thorn in your flesh, because I’m wanting to tag along with you all the time. I just don’t want you to hate me, so I’m not staying the night. I’ve changed my mind.”

The wolf exhaled a thin line of smoke into the cool night air. “And what, may I ask, caused that small brain of yours to think in such a direction?” Saitou asked as he watched Sano battle with his insecurities. Saitou put forth extra effort in being patient with him, but still found the young man quite good to look at. With his broad shoulders and smooth chest, coupled with the luscious pair of pouting lips, it all made Sano more appetizing and was definitely causing Saitou to realize his own desire for intimacy.

Saitou flicked his cigarette off to the side, cleared his lungs of the lingering smoke and ambled over to Sano. He took Sano’s chin up with his fingers and looked into his puzzled eyes until Saitou was sure that Sano locked on to his stare. Without a word, the wolf moved his fingers around to the back of Sano’s neck, and then up the back of his head. He grabbed a handful of Sano's hair between his fingers, and tightened his grip. Saitou deliberately pulled the young man toward him, bending his neck back in the process.

Surprised at Saitou’s rough handling, Sano gasped.

“Do you not remember how it all started between us,” Saitou murmured harshly against Sano’s throat.

“Huh?”

“I’m asking you, Ahou… Do you not remember your anger when you first came here to my garden?” Saitou’s voice became more forceful.

Sano was befuddled over what Saitou was asking, but quickly answered in fear of his neck breaking. “Yeah… I remember being pissed off at you because you let me go on thinking you were dead.”

“Specifically—why were you angry at me?

“Specifically—because I thought you didn’t care enough about me to tell me–It hurt like hell,” Sano said as he began to feel the strain on his neck and his vulnerability having his throat exposed in that way.

“I see,” Saitou quietly huffed against Sano’s throat and pulled the young man closer against him. “So tell me, Sanosuke, what specific emotions are you feeling now that has you wanting to leave after we’ve just gotten here. You were practically begging to stay with me, but now, you’ve changed your mind? There must be a reason for your sudden change of mind and desire.”

“Ow, my neck, itai…” Sano moaned. “Okay, I was hurt… When I came on to you in the carriage, you didn’t respond. You ignored me, and I thought you didn’t want me around you. I thought…” Sano’s voice quivered, “I thought I was being a pain in the ass, so I decided to go somewhere else. I thought you were getting tired of me.”

Like the early instances in the garden with Sano, again Saitou was intrigued by Sano’s honesty and openness. He released Sano’s hair and pulled him closer against his body until Sano’s chin rested on his shoulder. The wolf placed his mouth against Sano’s ear and whispered, “Don’t listen to your doubts Sanosuke. Your doubts seem to hurt you all the time. I’m not trying to hurt you, in fact, I would like to keep you from having to feel unnecessary pain in this life.”

Sano tried to pull back the tears that were quickly welling in his eyes. He couldn't let Saitou see that part of him, not Saitou! But the harder Sano tried to quell the urge to cry, the harder it was to stop the tears from rolling from his big almond eyes, down his cheeks, and onto Saitou’s kimono.

Saitou turned his head to kiss Sano’s tears off is cheek. He ran the tip of his tongue over the salty trail and then whispered in a low voice, “I desire you Sanosuke, as I’ve never desired anyone before. If I could have my way, if it were possible, I would certainly want to spend my life with you.” Saitou couldn't keep it to himself any longer. The young man had stolen his heart and the wolf was powerless to stop it from happening. As maddening as it seemed to Saitou, he had finally met the person who had conquered the legendary Wolf of Mibu.

Saitou’s heart wasn't the only heart given over, for Sano freely gave Saitou his heart months ago, in this very garden. Since then, the two had not been away from each other for any length of time. Even when Saitou had taken that short trip to Nikko, he manipulated the situation to return to Tokyo to have Sano near him.

The moment in the garden overwhelmed both Saitou and Sano as their emotions caressed their hearts, their physical reaction to the situation had gotten the two physically yearning for one another. Their following kiss was deep, sensual, and needing. Their tongues interpreting what their hearts were saying, mingling playfully and passionately.

“Saitou, I have to have you right now. Your tongue… shit, Saitou, your tongue makes me want your cock in my mouth." Sano gasped the words out as best he could in order to communicate in his present situation to Saitou. Sano’s hand quickly dropped to Saitou’s crotch in search for his desire. Parting the garment almost expertly with no struggle, he managed Saitou’s fundoshi.

“Hmmm,” Saitou responded in an excited tone, welcoming Sano’s exploration between his legs and spread them a little farther apart so to allow Sano easier access.

Saitou’s eager acceptance of Sano’s advances enkindled Sano’s flame of urgency to take Saitou, just the way he was, under the starlit sky in the garden. Sano cursorily dropped to his knees and took Saitou’s anxious organ out from the constraining fundoshi, but before taking it into his desiring mouth, he took a short moment to admire the wolf’s unit. Sano grinned at himself realizing how crazy it was that he was actually looking at another man’s penis and value it as his own possession.

Saitou encouraged Sano to get on with the process. He eagerly pressed his hips forward and ran his fingers through Sano’s thick healthy hair. It was obvious that the wolf was well into having Sano take him and he wasn't about to let anything come in the way of their love play.

Sano eased Saitou’s foreskin back and over Saitou’s swollen digit and zealously touched his tongue against the collected shimmering jewel atop of the shaft’s crown. Sano tasted its saltiness as his tongue played with it for a bit, he then pulled his tongue away from Saitou’s tip, creating a long thin line of sultry fluid between he and Saitou. He heard Saitou exhale a quiet moan from his throat and knew that Saitou was watching.

Saitou looked on at Sano’s indulgence with fevered pleasure, and appreciated Sano’s learned techniques. The wolf smiled at how far the young man had come—from a fumbling, inexperienced yearling, to a truly intense lover. Sano had become so good, that Saitou was barely able to stand much more. Saitou's wishes was to have Sano climax with him to top off the highly emotional state they were both in. He desired more than just sex. He craved intimacy with his young lover, as well.

A few more good thrusts were met with Sano’s skill of relaxing his throat to accommodate Saitou’s need, almost causing Saitou to lose himself totally, right there on the spot, into Sano’s mouth. Saitou quickly withdrew and directed Sano to take his position to meet their juncture.

Before Sano turned to take his position, Saitou pulled his mate against him once again to ravish his mouth with a hungry, probing kiss. Sano’s knees went weak on him again, reaching into his very core, and pulled the strength from him. The wolf kissed him harder, relentless and tried to quench his need to possess Sano and satisfy his acute hunger.

“Sanosuke, I must take you now,” Saitou urgently stated his ravenous desire while untying Sano’s hakama to let it fall to the ground. “Turn around—I will make sure we arrive together.”

Sano asked no questions, but he eagerly faced his back toward the requesting wolf and Saitou immediately approached him from behind. Saitou’s hands freely running its course over the young man’s chest and sides, down to his hips then to Sano’s most excited groin area. As aroused as Sano was, he is also very wet with pre-climax-lubricant, which Saitou gathered on his fingertips and distributed it to Sano’s rear entrance.

“Uh huh… I know what you want and I want it too! Shit I am wanting it so bad right now,” Sano cooed seductively, making Saitou’s urgency for entry even more imperative. Sano bent over. With arms outstretched, he supported them both against the garden’s tall front wooden wall.

Saitou placed his shaft and pushed forward at Sano’s hatchway and edged in slowly. Sano bit his lower lip as he concentrated on relaxing, realizing that entry had gotten a lot easier since the first time the two of them attempted the feat of copulation. Sano took Saitou fully and let out a quiet groan as his muscles relax.

“Are you fine with this, Sanosuke?” Saitou held steady long enough to check on Sano’s comfort. Sano’s nod was the wolf's assurance that the next stage for the two lovers was soon to arrive. Saitou leaned forward and grasped Sano’s already sensitive organ in his hand and impels the young man along with him. Thrust, for thrust, the two approached their journey’s consummation, which overmastered the two bodies in the dark night.

Unable to keep the oncoming waves of orgasmic release, Sano bellowed, “Oh freaking shit… there is no way I caaannn… no fuuuu—kn…” Sano shuddered as his entire body halted for a brief moment at his peak, choking any verbal expression from being emitted, then in an instant following, his body spasm in a series of uncontrollable waves of pleasure.

Set off by Sano’s arrival, Saitou gasped and released his all into his mate with a powerful thrust, almost knocking Sano over if it weren’t for the fencing the young man was using to aid his balance.

Saitou released Sano and withdrew. “Sanosuke, pull up your gi.”

A little surprised at Saitou’s haste, Sano laughed nervously, “It’s a good thing we were moving otherwise my ass would be chewed up by mosquitoes by now.”

Saitou shook his head, but at the same time he could not restrain a little chuckle at the humor of the thought.

“You can come out now… Shinomori,” Saitou unexpectedly called out into the night air.

“What the fuck?” Sano’s eyed about ready to bulge out from their sockets as he stood dead still in embarrassment as Aoshi suddenly appeared up top the garden fence.

“Good evening gentlemen,” Aoshi said as he jumped down from the fence and casually walked toward the two men who were still out of breath from their sexual exercise. “I have important information that is rather pressing, but decided to wait, since it appeared to me that the two of you were very close to completing your—joint project."

“I appreciate it,” Saitou said with a smirk on his face as he retied his obi on his kimono. “Now what is it that is so pressing?”

Sano was still in shock wondering how did Saitou know that Aoshi was lurking close by, and most importantly, how long was Aoshi present and how much did he witness?! He felt his cheeks getting hot from the embarrassment of being viewed in such a vulnerable position. Why did Saitou not do anything if he knew they were being watched?

“Oh shit…” Sano said overwhelmingly as he stood there with an obvious hue of red on his cheeks.
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