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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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We'll have to move quickly before Sugimura gains more ground,” Horie said. “I don’t like the idea of them lurking around, watching our every move. They're anticipating an opening to take us out. For one thing, none of them were expecting you to escape and report the incident to me," Horie said in an unmistakably anxious tone.

“That son-of-a-bitch won’t let anything stop him from avenging the death of his men—And that freaking dang shinobi asshole of his, is creeeepy!” Cho made a terrible expression on his face to illustrate repulsion. “I could even smell the stench of death on him when he got close enough to me.”

“Hmn, those shinobi will stop at nothing once they’ve targeted someone. They become as possessed demons when they focus on killing. It very well sounds like you’ve been marked as prey. Your life is in danger, and death will follow you until you are caught off guard and taken out of the way.”

Cho stepped forward and struck his fist into the palm of his hand. “Or—I strike first!” Cho hid a smile under his stern facade. He thought about finally beginning his work as a real agent, never to return to filing paper again. Cho was exactly where he was craving to be. He was ready to take on all of Tokyo if need be, so that he can be the best.

Horie agreed. “I’m curious to see this through. Think of it as your evaluation period, Cho." Horie chuckled softly. I will observe how well you do–and if you handle it favorably, it will definitely confirm a better position for you in the syndicate. "Hmmm...yes, perhaps even as my right hand man. What do you say to that, Cho?”

Cho chuckled, knowing damn well that his only intentions of moving up the syndicate ladder was to get closer to Mitsu and disable Horie from hindering her freedom. It will also satisfy the wolf and prove to him that he was capable of doing well on a mission. “My plan is to be the aggressor. If that crazy shinobi has got his mark on me, I’m gonna hit him first! Yup, I have a feelin' you'll see me at your right hand sooner than you think!”

"Ahhh yes, that is the attitude that will see you through. I won't underestimate you, Cho, as long as you don't underestimate yourself. If anything, never doubt your capabilities! Once you do, I will see it right away. Nothing displeases me more than an indecisive man, Cho. If you waver, I will kill you myself and relieve you from the shame of it."

“Here you are, gentlemen,” Mitsu sang out as she ushered in with a serving tray of English tea. She tried very hard not to show her excitement in seeing Cho, especially after overhearing his conversation with Horie. Her heart stopped at the mere mention of Cho being abducted and almost tortured. Her heart was pounding as she poured the tea.

“Thank you very much, I sure do appreciate the comforting gesture, after being through hell and back,” Cho thanked the beautiful lady and tried hard to conceal his excitement to see her. He watched her hands pour the tea for him, so delicate and fragile. His yearning to hold her close to him grew twice fold when she entered the room. He wanted to drop the tea, pull out his sword and sever Horie’s head, right there and then, but reluctantly rejected the urge to do so, knowing he would never get away with it.

In due time, Cho thought, I will have her as mine alone, in time.

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“Yeah, this is nice and hot, just the way I like it,” Sano said before drinking down heaven knows how many servings of sake.   He was feeling no pain, whatsoever. “Get me another bottle–No, make that two bottles,” Sano slurred a little making his request.

Sano regretted leaving Saitou the way he did earlier that night, but his pride had gotten tampered with, and Sano obviously hadn’t found a way to control his anger just yet. That night proved that fact beyond the shadow of a doubt.

“That damn wolf, always made me feel like I’m worth shit,” Sano grumbled. “Why am I with that bastard anyway? At least I didn’t stick around for more crap. Asshole is such a bitch, I can't stand him sometimes!” Sano's anger was seething.

The nomiya Sano singled out to drink his troubles away was a quiet one. No frills, no thrills. No geisha and no gambling either. It was, but a hole in the wall, where he chose to run away from his thoughts and feelings they were causing him to have about Saitou. He felt alone, and totally abandoned. He spent a few hours hanging his head low while getting drunk. One after another, sake was served to the hurting young man, until he was ushered out at closing time.

“Alright, already… you don’t have to push!” Sano said as he shook the tall gentleman’s hold from his arm.

“But, sir, I am not pushing you out, I’m helping you out,” the manager of the nomiya explained as he assisted Sano with putting one foot in front of the other.

“Ohhh!" Sano hit the front of his forehead with his palm. "I can see that... You are toooo, kind. Yeah…that’s it, too kind! Not like the asshole I know who takes advantage of me and doesn't trust me enough to share things with me."

The manager, concerned about Sano’s condition asked, “Should I call a palanquin for you, sir?”

“Nah, don’t bother. I’ll just go to a friend’s place who lives not from from here. He owes me, and I’ll take him up on it tonight.”

Sano stumbled onto the roadway; his head weaved with so many thoughts, and many of them he couldn’t make sense of. Not in his condition, anyway. His common sense was not totally lacking though.   He knew he needed to sleep it off, and it wouldn’t be the first time he used Katsu’s place to do just that. It was just a matter of him getting there without falling off to the side of the road in a drunken stupor.

He walked alone, mumbling to himself about Saitou until he reached Katsu's apartment. “Katsuuuu, open up… I’m here!” Sano shouted and at the same time he fell against Katsu’s door making a terrible noise. “Come on, open up, I know you can’t be fucking in there, I don’t hear you groaning!”

“Shit Sano…” Katsu slid his door open and allowed Sano to stumble in. “What the hell is this about? Did you gamble everything off, or what? You smell like a sake factory!”

“Hey,” Sano ignored Katsu’s question, “can I sleep here tonight? I’m fucken wasted and I don’t want to go all the way to..." He caught his words before mentioning Saitou's name. "...wherever the hell I usually go to sleep.”

Katsu, concerned for his friend, looked Sano over to see if he was in a fight. There were many times in the past when Sano arrived at Katsu’s place half beaten up and in shreds. Satisfied that Sano wasn’t injured he answered, “Sure, you know you can stay here anytime, for as long as you need to. I was already asleep, so just make yourself at home.”

“Thanks man, I appreciate it.”

“I won’t even ask you what happened,” Katsu said as he threw the spare futon on the floor for Sano. “I’m guessing that it must be something big to get you in the condition you’re in.”

Sano removed his gi top and threw it on the floor next to his futon. “Bigger than you think, shit bigger than this damn world!” He paused to look over at Katsu who was already lying down. “Bigger than my cock,” he chuckled loudly and clapped his hand.

“Whoa,” Katsu gasped to humor is friend. “Hardly anything is bigger than that!”

“Saitou’s cock is bigger.”

“Huh?” Katsu really didn’t know what to say about Sano’s comment. “How would you know something like that? What? Did you sneak a sneak peak at his piss rod when he relieved himself?

Sano started laughing hard—loud enough to wake Katsu’s neighbors, no doubt.

“Shhhhh, keep the noise down, remember what it’s like to have neighbors!”

“Hey Katsu…” Sano began giggling.

“What?”

“I’m drunk and I’m sooo fucking thirsty! I need some water, or more sake… Yeah, that would be even better!” Sano started to get up, but only got as far sitting as to sit on his heels. “Whoa, my fucken head’s spinning!”

Katsu sighs, “Stay put Sano, and I’ll get you some water.” Katsu rose from his futon to get some water for his dehydrated friend. “I feel like a nursemaid tonight.”

“Thanks friend,” Sano sat on the floor and held his swimming head with his two hands. “I haven’t been this fucked up in ages. Hell... I’m not used to this.”

Katsu knelt in front of Sano and handed him the water. Sano drank it all, as if he had been thirsting for a long while for it.

“Now, get some rest,” Katsu said, and pushed Sano backward to get him to lie down again.

Sano instinctively reached around Katsu’s neck and pulled his surprised friend down against him forcefully. “Kiss me…” Sano demanded and grabbed Katsu by the hair in the back of his head.

There was no time for Katsu to react—to even think for that matter. He just knew that his long time friend had placed his warm, wet lips against his, and then he felt Sano’s tongue separate his teeth to enter his mouth. It wasn’t right, but Katsu didn’t try to resist. Surprising, even to himself, Katsu closed his eyes and received Sano’s invasion. Katsu knew it was against his better judgment, but he kissed Sano back, meeting Sano’s tongue with his own, tasting the sake, and he felt an unfamiliar urge course through his body that he never felt before with his friend.

Both men were breathing hard through their nostrils, decoupling long enough to get more air and then engaging again in their salacious kiss which lasted for a good few minutes.

Katsu pulled away from Sano’s lips and whispered into his ear. “Shit, man, what the hell is this about?”

“Mmm, one hell of a sexy kiss, I’d have to say.” Sano tugged at Katsu’s shoulders and attempted to kiss the shocked artist again. Sano purred, a tone that Katsu had never before heard from Sano, “Come on, let’s do more of it, I never knew you were so good at this. Besides, I’m drunk.”

“Yeah but, I’m not…” Katsu pushed up from Sano’s hold and sat beside him. “We’ll both regret this in the morning if it goes any further. What the hell’s wrong with you anyway? We’re both guys, for Buddha’s sake!”

“You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that, I felt you kiss me back. It was fucken obvious to me that you wanted it,” Sano accused Katsu as he placed his hand on the artist's knee.

“I may have enjoyed it, yeah—but that only meant that it’s been awhile since I was intimate with anyone. This was just a physical reaction without thought. But shit, now that I am thinking about it—This is just not right!” Katsu shook his head and then asked, “What the hell is going on with you that made you do that?”

“I’m frustrated. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have taken it out on you, of all people.” Sano propped himself up by his elbow. “I’m in love, Katsu,” Sano sighed. “I got pissed off at him tonight and lost my temper. Hell, you know how I get when I loose my temper.”

Katsu caught Sano saying the unbelievable, and in the midst of being shocked he asked, “Hey, wait a second… Did you just say that you got pissed off at him?” Katsu moved closer to hear Sano, just in case he heard wrong the first time. “Sano, are you in love with…”

“Saitou,” Sano said, completing Katsu’s sentence for him.

“Oh shit! Do you two have something going? Like a full on love relationship?”

“Yeah, complete—with stupid arguments where I lose my temper and make an ass out of myself.”

“Well that isn’t unusual for you, as long as I’ve known you. But this—this, Sano… Oh man, this is not good! I mean, not what’s going on between you and Saitou, but do you know whom Saitou Hajime is? And you’re telling me he loves you? And you fucken kissed me? Shit, I’m as good as dead, man!”

“Nah, nothing happened. I’m sure he wouldn’t get pissed about this. Saitou’s been though a lot himself in his time. I’m guessing that bastard’s been through much more than he’s telling. That’s what set me off tonight. I just asked him a few questions, and he went weird, like he’s trying to hide something. Shit, he didn’t have to tell me that he had other guys before me. I could tell–just by the way he left the room after I asked him if he slept with a guy before.”

“Damn, you got guts to actually ask him something like that. And you have even more guts, or was it, stupidity, to fool around behind his back!”

“Let’s just forget it and go to sleep,” Sano said groggily. “Unless you want to stay up and fool around.”

“I hope you’re fucken joking.”

Sano chuckled, “Yeah, but… It was good, you have to admit it, Katsu.”

“Hmn, yeah, I admit it, but I’m not into doing it with a guy. I mean, you’re a great subject to use as a model for my sketching, but I don’t think I could actually…”

Sano turned, pulled his covers over him and muttered, “you’ll never know until you try it, Katsu.

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“Shinomori,” Saitou greeted Aoshi and invited the shinobi into his home. “Can I offer you some ocha?

“No thank you,” Aoshi declined. “Kenshin is expecting me at the dojo, so I’ll make this short.”

“I see. What did you find out?”

“Sugimura’s shinobi did the abduction. The ninja was following orders. Apparently Sugimura wanted to do the interrogation, but we got to Cho before the questioning began.”

“Hmn, lucky for Cho. That guy has more luck than he knows what to do with it.”

“Let us hope that Cho’s luck will hold for him. Apparently, the shinobi has a personal grudge against Cho for killing Sugimura’s two men. The two were connected in someway to the shinobi. It has turned personal. After I followed Cho back to Horie’s compound, I stuck around awhile and learned that Cho’s task is to kill the shinobi before the shinobi kills him.

“Unfortunately, that is how it should be. It will be difficult to track down the shinobi, but I have a feeling Horie will set that as a priority. As for you, Shinomori, get some rest. There will be more work for you tomorrow. I would like you to stay on Cho. That shinobi will attempt another attack when least expected. You, being Cho’s cover will give Cho the edge he needs to stay a step ahead.”

“Hai,” Cho bowed, and then departed into the shadows, eager to get back to Kenshin.

Saitou reluctantly went to get himself some sake. It’s been a long time since he felt the pangs of loneliness, but his tiff with Sano had left the wolf with a burden on his shoulders that wasn't easily borne. True, Sano can be a bit of a handful for Saitou, but perhaps that was what Saitou needed in his life after all. Saitou couldn’t think of much else, but Sano. The angry young man left quite abruptly, it was obvious that his anger had put him in the foulest of moods.

What will Sano get himself into this time, Saitou’s thoughts twirled inside his head. Surely he’ll not do anything stupid, or get into a fight and get injured. Saitou drank a few shots of sake and got ready to retire for the night. Even though it was well past midnight, Saitou knew that he wouldn’t be able to get a night of restful sleep knowing that Sano was out doing something that could get him into trouble.

“Ahou,” Saitou sighed, easing himself under his bed covers. He never realized, until now, that Sano had a lot to do with his peace of mind. Grant it, Sano could be down right irritating, but for the most part, Saitou found him very amusing and a great distraction from the stresses of being an undercover inspector. Saitou was much more settled within himself than the early days of strife and survival. It’s been a long road for the wolf, but one that led him to Sano. For that Saitou was grateful for.

Saitou thought back on the discussion he had earlier that sent Sano storming off. Why is Sanosuke so inclined to find out about my past? It is like an obsession. Why can’t he just let the past be and collect swords, or knives like Cho, instead of having such an insatiable appetite for digging into my past life?

The wolf laid there for a while trying to make sense of Sano’s need, his own need, the demands that are already taxing his life. When will it all stop? He wondered. Surely life can’t be just a barrel of blunders and seasons trying to fix them all. Saitou seemed to live his life trying to fix his life, beginning with killing a man when Saitou wasn’t quite old enough to foresee what a dishonor that was for him, and for his family. His father was furious with him, and so were his siblings.

“Damn it, Ahou!” Saitou spoke out quietly. “I wouldn’t mind telling you about it all, but it takes having to bring them all to memory. I do not believe I want to do that. I cannot.” Saitou turned to face Sano’s side of the bed, which to Saitou’s regret, was cold and empty. He reached out and set his hand on Sano’s favorite pillow. “Forgive me, Sanosuke, for much of what you want to know I cannot bear to speak of.” Saitou sighed and closed his eyes, only to be met with memories of a person who changed his life by stealing his heart a very long time ago.

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The hot water felt good against Aoshi’s tired body. He enjoys the workout immensely. All that bending and running, climbing and more running, makes for one relaxed, but exhausted shinobi. Aoshi wouldn’t trade that for anything, except maybe a cave deep in the mountains with Kenshin, where no one would bother them. Aoshi toweled himself off and dried off most of the water from his hair before he stepped out of the bathhouse. Anxious to see Kenshin, Aoshi made his way toward his room.

The night air was crisp and it gave Aoshi a rush of second wind. The compound was exceptionally quiet, for it was rather late. But as late as it was, Aoshi needed to find out if Kenshin still held firm in their newfound relationship. Kaoru can be very convincing, and Aoshi wasn’t sure if Kaoru influenced Kenshin in anyway while Aoshi was on watch for Saitou.

Aoshi took the liberty of entering Kenshin’s room without knocking. To his surprise, Aoshi found Kenshin sitting with his legs cross atop of his futon.

“I waited for you, Aoshi-san,” Kenshin spoke with a soft and soothing tone.

“Oh? Is there something you want to discuss with me?” Aoshi asked as he moved toward the ex-hitokiri after his eyes adjusted to the darkness.

Kenshin smiled, “nothing in particular, but I did have a need to know if you were safe. I realize that the work you do involves degrees of danger.”

Delighted that Kenshin had been considering Aoshi’s safety, the shinobi leaned over and began to kiss Kenshin’s neck, his ear, and finally, Kenshin’s lips with much enthusiasm. “Mmmm, I wanted to do this to you all night, but had to wait, until now.” Aoshi kissed Kenshin again, this time, with more exuberance, expressing his joy of being received so well.

Kenshin closed his eyes and let himself go in Aoshi’s embrace, in awe over the fact that it felt so right with the shinobi, but still unsure where this relationship was leading them. Surely they need a direction to work toward, but it seemed that the only time they had together was usually spent concentrating on ministering to their sexual desires.

“I was afraid you changed your mind about us,” Aoshi spoke softly into Kenshin’s ear.

“Oro?”

“I’ll be honest with you,” Aoshi said as he held Kenshin against him and looked into his serene violet eyes. “I fear that you would change your mind about us and no longer permit me access to your heart. Tonight proved the fact that my concern weighed on my mind, and it left me very little clarity to deal with my tasks.

“Hmn,” Kenshin nodded, “I am sure that was Saitou’s concern for you, as well. He wanted to make sure you would be able to concentrate while at work, so he confronted me about that. He was not at all frowning on our relationship, but he requested that I help you keep clear.”

“Hai, I understand,” Aoshi acknowledged. “If I knew that you were sure about your decision to pursue this relationship to its fullest, then I would be secured in that fact and relieved from my doubting thoughts.”

“That I do understand, as well. I have no intention of backing out of what we found together, Aoshi. A part of me was dead until you breathed life back into my passions.

“Ahhh, but you were the infamous Hitokiri Battousai, who was feared as much as the Mibu Wolves at one time. I am a simple shinobi who coveted your position.” Aoshi passionately kissed Kenshin deeply, removing all forbearances allowing his unspoken desire apparent to Kenshin.

“I was anxiously waiting for this, Kenshin, more than you could imagine. You occupied my mind, even when I was lurking around, gathering information–you were there with me in my mind. And now, I must feel myself inside of your body, for my body aches with desire.”

Aoshi felt Kenshin respond nicely under his touch. With eagerness, Kenshin’s muscles quaked against his body and Aoshi knew that he ex-hitokiri wanted him. He undid Kenshin’s hair tie and admired the flowing mass against their bodies when it fell between them. Kenshin’s scent was intoxicating and seemed to fill the air around them.

“Mmmm, I relish the scent of your hair, Kenshin. I could wrap myself up with it and stay that way forever. Undress for me, Himura-san… Allow me the pleasure to look at you.

Kenshin began removing his hakama which made Aoshi desires increase tenfold. His own arousal forced him to remove his clothing as well, but he kept his eyes trained on Kenshin while doing so. The shinobi, swollen with passion, took his erection in his hand and began slowly stroking as Kenshin disrobed. The sight of Kenshin made him lose his senses. The day, the time, where they were—didn’t seem to mean anything to him. All that existed was he and Kenshin, and how madly in love he was with the man.

“Stroke yourself, Aoshi bade Kenshin. I want to see you pleasure yourself the way you normally would do if you were alone.”

Aoshi watched Kenshin zealously, as Kenshin took hold of his stretched, excited organ in one hand. With the other hand, Kenshin stole the wet, translucent liquid from the tip of his erection with his index finger and rubbed it onto his lips in a sensual ritual.

“Oooh yes, Kenshin, that is exactly how I pictured you tonight,” Aoshi gasped and quickened his strokes. “Now, let me see you lick your lips…Yesss, that’s right, lick it all off your lips and taste yourself, Himura-san. Taste what I taste when I take you in my mouth.

Aoshi watched as Kenshin lick his lips… From one side to the other side, he watched Kenshin's tongue trail along the soft, wet cushions which made it appear to call out to the, now starving, shinobi. It was a sight too overwhelming for Aoshi to passively spy on. Aoshi moved closer to Kenshin, extended his tongue, and sensuously trailed his tongue over the redhead’s lips, slowly, tauntingly. “I have to have you this way tonight. Lay for me, Himura-san. I want us both inside each other at the same time.”

Kenshin’s heart started to beat faster than before. He knew what it was that Aoshi hungered for. It was Kenshin’s desire, as well. Happily, Kenshin hurried into position on the soft futon. On his back, he reached down and held his swollen erection in his hand and waited patiently for Aoshi to mount him in reverse. Kenshin could barely stand it as Aoshi got into position, one leg on either side of Kenshin’s head until Aoshi’s hardened sex was right before him, searching for his mouth. Kenshin moaned loudly as he felt Aoshi cradle Kenshin’s shaft against his tongue and the roof of his mouth. In that same instant, Kenshin took Aoshi into his mouth the same way and Aoshi’s low, lust filled groans were heard.

The two lovers, in tandem fellatio, savored one another in the exquisite vantage that suited their desires for that moment. Their expressive moans were muffled by their thrusts, transposing their sounds into guttural groans instead, but unmistakably powered by passion.

It was Kenshin who first arrived and drenched Aoshi’s mouth with his streaming essence, which was taken in hungrily by the wanting shinobi. In turn, Aoshi gave up his seed in the same manner to Kenshin, culminating in one of the most powerful and gripping convergences ever between the two.

Aoshi was eager to reverse his position and met the redhead’s lips with his own. Their mouths, still sensitive from their previous oral expedition, and very wet from residue semen, met in an intensely profound kiss.

“Kenshin-san… My heart is no longer my own,” Aoshi said, convinced that it was time to confess what had been going on inside the shinobi for a while. “I can no longer deny its truth, but I must tell you that I can no longer hold back.” Aoshi propped up by his elbow, took up the side of Kenshin’s face with his hand and looked deep into the redhead’s wide-eyed gaze.   “I want you to belong to me, Kenshin Himura. I have a need to possess you.”

Kenshin didn’t know how to respond to Aoshi’s comment. What did Aoshi mean by, possessing? To compensate his lack for words, Kenshin drew the shinobi close to him and kissed Aoshi lightly on the lips, then held him close. “I do not know where this road will lead us, Aoshi. Right now, I feel you possess me each time we meet in this way. I feel my soul taken by you when you are not with me, and my mind is consumed with thoughts about you. If this is what possession means, then—That I am–possessed by you.

It felt wonderful. No. It felt fulfilling to have Aoshi in his arms and Kenshin wanted to be nowhere else. How did this all come about? Kenshin wondered if it were possible, if the feelings were real, and not just a fleshly fulfillment of passion for a short season. Then again, what could be wrong with enjoying the moment, a time, even a short season of pleasure? Life was too short to let the opportunity of living to the fullest slip by because of doubt and fear.

Yes, Kenshin reached the conclusion that his relationship with Aoshi was right for him and he surrendered to that fact that night. No more battling with it in his mind, no more questioning himself about it. He had resigned to live with it and make adjustments along the way. His life, up to this point was filled with death and the taking of life. It was time for Kenshin to let go of death and live, even though it meant living against traditional values.

“Say it, Himura,” Aoshi turned his head and placed a kiss on Kenshin’s neck. “Tell me that you belong to me, I’m sure you know that I cannot settle for less than that.” The shinobi trailed his hand down to fondle Kenshin’s flaccid sex and gave it a squeeze. “I want to hear you say it–tell me.”

Kenshin gasped as he felt the shinobi’s clasp around his, still sensitive, organ. He squirmed under Aoshi’s hold and then felt Aoshi’s teeth sink into his neck. “Oro? Ahggh…” Kenshin let out a short complaining cry.

“Tell me Kenshin,” Aoshi’s request turned into a demand, his fingers tightening around Kenshin as he waited for Kenshin to give into his request. “You know by now, that I am not a gentle person by nature.” The shinobi grinned, his icy blue eyes shown excitement in Kenshin’s questioning expression.

Kenshin grinned, as well. He reached down and took Aoshi by his wrist, and to the shinobi’s surprise, Kenshin flipped Aoshi off and pinned him against the futon. “Neither was I a gentle man by nature, but I have learned to be, as you will learn, Aoshi Shinomori.”

The shinobi’s heart raced. He knew that he could not match speed and out maneuver Kenshin. That was already proven when their swords met in the past… It was Aoshi’s turn to audibly drink in air when he felt Kenshin’s grasp around his, already excited, sexual extremity. Aoshi softly chuckled, “Hmn, I will admit it first then. I belong to you, Kenshin. As you take my sex into your hand, you take my heart, as well.”

Kenshin smiled passionately, his desire to take Aoshi stirred once again as he felt himself become aroused and ready for another round of ardent love. Without a word, Kenshin flipped Aoshi onto his front and laid himself against the shinobi's back. He reached directly under the futon, retrieving the ointment vile and took some onto his fingers. He buried his face into the back of Aoshi’s hair, nuzzling the back of his neck affectionately.

“Spread your legs for me, Aoshi. Mmmm, hai, just like that, little further. Hai‑hai.”

Aoshi moaned quite aloud when Kenshin prepared him. “Relax, Aoshi-san. You feel like this is your first time, that it does,” Kenshin said as he inserted one, then two fingers through Aoshi’s portal site. Kenshin lifted himself off of Aoshi’s back and knelt behind him. “If you want to possess me, Aoshi-san, you need to learn how to surrender yourself to me, as well.” With that said, Kenshin pushed his hip forward, while at the same time, pulled Aoshi’s hips toward him. The combination of the procedure had Kenshin sliding slowly into the shinobi.

“Oi,” Aoshi sucked air in between his teeth, “Ahhh, itai—go slow.”

Kenshin held back from trusting forward, and watched as he moved slowly into Aoshi. The shinobi winced from the pain that shot through him, but with a little time, Aoshi adjusted. Kenshin saw Aoshi take hold on his own organ and began to stroke. Kenshin grinned, for it was a sign that Aoshi was ready for Kenshin to take the possessive man.

“Aoshi, you are very tight, and you embrace me well with your body,” Kenshin said as he began to thrust harder into the shinobi. He pulled at Aoshi’s hips, while driving his sex into him hard, barely able to keep himself from diving over the pleasurable edge. “Aoshi, soon, I’m in need to release again.”

“Hai,” Aoshi howled, dropped to his elbows, and braced for Kenshin’s deliverance. “Give yourself to me, empty yourself into me!” Aoshi began to meet Kenshin’s thrusts with force as he pushed back against the redhead’s thrusts. “Ahhh, take me, Himura!” Aoshi let out another groan and pumped his sex with his hand until the white froth burst forward, positioning his other hand to catch his flow.

When Kenshin felt Aoshi’s contractions grip down and around his shaft, it impelled him to push deeply into the shinobi and complete, yet, another journey of ecstasy. With muscles in motion shuddering his body, Kenshin delivered his substance into Aoshi.

Out of breath and energy, Kenshin withdrew and fell beside Aoshi. “That—Aoshi, is how you possess me. I have not given myself to anyone in this manner. I do, belong to you.” Kenshin reached out and pulled Aoshi close and nuzzled his cheek.

“Mnnn, you make possession a thing of beauty.” Aoshi rolled over to embrace his acquisition.   “I still desire more of you and will explore ways to enter your very soul.”

“Hush… rest,” Kenshin said as he felt his breathing slow and slumber not too distant.

Aoshi tenderly kissed Kenshin’s temple and shut his eyes. With a smile on his face, he drifted into thoughts of how intense the two of them are together, and how happy Aoshi had become since the ex-hitokiri became a part of his life.
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