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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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Sano gasped for breath after the deep passionate kiss Saitou bestowed upon him. Seldom had the wolf devoured him in quite that fashion and Sano guessed that it had a lot to do with their recent squabble. The kiss he experienced with Katsu could never compare to the ravenous, plundering his mouth just experience at Saitou’s mercy.

Although Saitou didn’t make an issue about Sano’s kiss with Katsu, he was displeased. No. He was infuriated at the very thought. The cogitation of another man’s tongue exploring his mate’s mouth had the wolf just short of being crazed. Of course he didn’t feel he had the right to make an issue about it... after all, he did, on several occasions, mention that Sano was not obligated to Saitou in that way. Sano was free to come and go as he pleased, and if that meant that Sano needed the affections of another man, or woman, for that matter, then so be it.

“I can tell you’re pissed off at me, Saitou,” Sano said as wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth with the top of his knuckle. “Now why can’t you talk to me about it? This is exactly what I was referring to before, and you’re doing the same thing, even though this time, it has nothing to do with your past, does it?”

It was as though Sano’s words fell upon deaf ears, for Saitou did not respond. Instead, Saitou took Sano’s throat in his hand and forcefully pushed him backwards against the pile of zabutons behind them.

“Shut up Sanosuke!” Saitou ordered gruffly and then he pressed his lips against Sano’s.

“No!" Sano protested. "I’m not going to shut up until you hear me!” Sano said, turning his head to avoid the wolf’s mouth. He tried to push Saitou’s weight off of him, but Saitou ceased both of his wrists in his grip and pinned Sano against the zabuton. “Itai, you’re hurting my wrists!” Sano complained aloud while he tried to wriggle free.

Saitou made another attempt to seize a kiss, this time accomplishing what he started out to do, but Sano refused to kiss him back. He no longer fought against the wolf, but simply laid there, allowing Saitou to have his will with him.

Saitou withdrew from Sano’s reddened lips and peered into the young man’s eyes.

The ex-fighter-for-hire showed fire in his eyes, mirroring the anger that was obviously seething within him. “You’re fucken drunk!” Sano spat. “I always heard that the wolf was a terror when he drank, I guess this damn proves it, huh?”

“What’s wrong Sanosuke? It is apparent to me that you don’t have any mouth action left for me since you've used it all on your pretty friend.”

“You want a kiss? Then kiss my ass you bastard!”

Saitou grinned with an undeniably wicked gleam in his narrow golden eyes. “As you wish.”

Before Sano could return a comment, Saitou got up off of the young man and knelt between his legs. Saitou was far from being his smooth, masterful self. Instead his behavior was clumsy and eager. Much like an adolescent on his virgin ascent into adulthood. Saitou fumbled with Sano’s trouser tie.

“What in fucken hell are you doing?” Sano complained as he tried to fight off Saitou’s hand.

“I am doing exactly what you suggested I do. I am going to kiss your ass. I’ll evidently find more action there than I’m finding with your front end.”

“Fuck you!”

“I will consider that suggestion after I’m finished with kissing your ass.”

Saitou loosened the front tie of Sano’s gi coming close to nearly breaking it instead. In a quick move, Saitou flipped the young man onto his stomach and yanked the gi down to expose Sano’s taut skin on his shapely buttocks. The sight triggered Saitou to accomplish a devil of an erection despite the huge amount of alcohol he consumed earlier. He wanted to reclaim what he felt Sano had allowed to be violated, and he did not feel like having a casual chitchat about the ritual with Sano beforehand.

“You damn bastard! You don’t really believe I am going to let you do this to me, do you?” Sano contested.

“Why not? You act like a whore, I will definitely treat you like one!”

“Oh! Now the truth is out! You are pissed off at me because of what happened between Katsu and I, huh?”

Saitou ignored Sano’s questions and comments, pulled a couple zabutons closer beside them and attempted to lift Sano’s midsection.

Sano bucked in protest forcing Saitou to throw his entire weight against the young man’s back.

“I somehow remember it being this way for us at one time… Wasn’t it when I had you up against my front door, Ahou?”

“You’re drunk!”

“Tell me something you haven’t already told me.”

“Get off of me!”

“Not until you calm down,” Saitou’s breath, hot against the side of Sano’s neck. “Another fine memory, wouldn’t you say, Ahou?”

Sano sighed deeply when Saitou’s tongue met the lobe of his ear. The wolf bit down, teasingly, then he inserted his wet muscle into Sano's ear causing the young man to gasp. Sano couldn’t resist Saitou’s taunting and deliberately raised his hips so that Saitou could get the zabuton under him.

“That’s a good boy, now you’re calm and I can get off of your back,” Saitou exhaled audibly as he ran his tongue along Sano’s spine until his mouth found the tip of Sano’s tailbone. Saitou nipped at it, and heard Sano sip in a great amount of air between his teeth.

Sano exhaled a low moan, thrilled at the sensations the wolf was causing him to experience. “What the hell are you doing to me?”

“I am on my way down to kiss your ass, as you requested earlier,” Saitou said sarcastically and spread Sano’s legs apart even further. The sight of Sano, so exposed to him in such a manner prompted Saitou to reach between his own legs and release his straining organ from the confining fundoshi. The sight was so incredible that Saitou gave himself a few strokes while running his finger against Sano’s inviting portal.

“OH, Heavenly Buddha!” Sano wailed excitedly when Saitou placed his hot withering tongue flat against his doorsill. “What the fuck? It feels too damn good! Oh shit Saitou, you’re fucken eating me!”

Saitou continued to lap and lick Sano with growing excitement. He was thrilled to hear Sano’s lust filled moans and desperate yearning cries and especially adored how Sano practically shoved his ass into his face when Saitou moved his tongue between Sano’s legs just below his portal and right above his testicles. There the wolf paused and sucked and played with the section of flesh in his mouth.

Sano practically screamed when Saitou began nibbling Sano there, teasing with his tongue and then nibbled some more. “I want you inside of me! Shit, I need you so bad. I’m so fucken hot I am going to explode!”

Saitou came up for air and said, “All the more reason why I don’t want you to touch yourself.” Saitou removed the zabutons that he had tucked under Sano in the beginning. “Now that you are no longer protesting, you can raise your bottom by your own will. Besides, I do not wish you to come all over my zabutons.”

“Huh? Wait a minute! If you think I’m going to be able to hold my load, you have to get a hold of reality,” Sano argued as he tried to spy at the wolf positioning himself to enter him.

“I will take care of your needs after I am finished,” Saitou reassured his lover while he placed his now enormous arousal against Sano’s doorway, and then slowly proceeded to enter. “As tight as you are, I feel that, at least, you haven’t been violated down here as well.”

Sano gasped as Saitou entered him, but didn’t miss Saitou’s last comment. He resented Saitou’s caviling remarks and he instinctively shot back. “I just didn’t tell you the part about my having to resist temptation when I was kissing Katsu.” As soon as the mention left his lips, Sano regretted it. He knew Saitou well enough to know that a wisecrack like that would not escape consequences.

“I see… Then perhaps I should make up for what you so gallantly sacrificed.” Saitou set his hands firmly around Sano’s waist and pulled the young man back against him impaling the young man with one frightfully forceful thrust, penetrating him completely without consideration for him to adjust.

Sano let out a painful cry, “Itai! You fucking bastard!”

“Yes, you are correct Ahou… I am fucking… and... I’m fucking a bastard. Is there anything else you’ve taken note of that you would like to mention to me?”

Saitou didn’t like what he was doing to Sano, but in his drunken state, better judgment fell to the wayside to allow for his bitter rage to run its course. Saitou began to thrust in and out of Sano, ignoring Sano’s pleading requests for him to slow down. Saitou was meaning to fuck Katsu out of Sano’s system, to erase whatever memory Sano might be harboring of whatever intimacy the two shared, and reclaim, what Saitou believed, belong to him.

Sano was seeing another side of Saitou; the side that he knew existed, but seldom saw unless the wolf was provoked. Sano knew he crossed over the line, but at the same time, Sano realized that the wolf was expressing his territorial rights over Sano, repossessing his claim and perhaps even, quite literally, ramming the lesson into Sano as a warning against infidelity. Sano was in pain, and he knew this was Saitou’s way of getting back at him. It was foolish of Sano to think that Saitou would just let the incident with Katsu slide. In his own way, Sano was glad Saitou reacted. It confirmed that Saitou considered Sano as his possession. Although in pain, there was intense pleasure in it for Sano emotionally. He only wished that Saitou were more verbal about deep issues and maybe a little less physical? It really didn’t matter at that moment, for Sano knew, in his heart, that he belonged to Saitou.

There was no holding back any longer for Saitou. His arrival was eminent and nothing else mattered to him than his repossession of Sano and to punctuate that fact with his milt. “Sanosuke...” Saitou gasped and shuddered releasing his mark of ownership into Sano. Saitou took a few seconds to recover, withdrew himself from Sano and flipped his mate onto his back. Still in his kneeling position, Saitou looked down to find Sano nursing his neglected member. Without hesitation Saitou bent over and took Sano’s aching shaft into his mouth.

“Aaahhh, it’s about fucking time!” Sano began to thrust into Saitou’s mouth, not needing any special stimulation, Sano simply wanted release. He clutched at Saitou’s head, gulping down air to keep up with his heart that seemed to be slamming against the front of his chest in his frenzied state. It took only a minute for Sano to holler out his euphoric announcement of his climatic arrival, filling the wolf’s mouth with his erotic build up. He was glad he hadn’t masturbated earlier when he was tempted to do so at the dojo over the images he that were imprinted in his mind with Katsu. Saitou would have become suspicious receiving such a scanty load. That was probably why the wolf didn’t want him to come any other way, except in his mouth to further investigate Sano’s confession.

Saitou swallowed Sano’s deposit with gladness and continued to lap the young man’s subsiding erection with tenderness. Yes, the wolf was satisfied that the reclamation was complete. Saitou sighed and rolled off of Sano onto his back and closed his eyes. Before any words were spoken between the two men, Saitou had drifted off to sleep.

Sano turned on his side to look down at the sleeping wolf and he smiled. He slowly repositioned himself next to his love and carefully removed the long strands of hair out of Saitou’s face, admiring the man and admitted how foolish he was to have allowed himself to share what belonged to Saitou with someone else. He was glad he told Saitou about it, and was also glad everything had been patched up between he and his lover. He closed his eyes and let his thoughts carry him into a restful state along with his mate beside him.

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“I am sorry it took me a while to get Cho set up. Sano was never very disciplined, but he means well,” Kenshin felt the need to apologize knowing that Aoshi had been waiting on him all morning. “I am also sorry that Miss Kaoru needed my help with the fencing gear, but with Yahiko away, the task of readying the gear Miss Kaoru needs for her demonstration falls upon me.”

Aoshi slid the door to his room shut and took Kenshin into his arms without hesitation. “No need to explain, I understand that you do have tasks to tend to, and if anything, I should be apologizing to you for keeping you from them. As much as I hate to part from you, I must take care of that shinobi, before he takes care of Cho.”

“When must you go?” Kenshin asked when he noticed Aoshi’s arousal pressing up against his own.

Aoshi’s eyes gravitate to the partition at Kenshin’s kimono collar and felt the familiar urge to take Kenshin for himself. “I will leave at nightfall. I shouldn’t be too long since this is not a watch mission. I am specifically going out to kill the shinobi.”

At that, Kenshin lowered his head.

“Himura-san, I know how you feel about killing, but it is what I do. My ideals are not the same as yours, you need to understand that.”

Kenshin nodded. “Hmn, I know what you are saying, but I cannot agree with you and the missions you choose to take.”

“It’s not a matter of my choosing, Kenshin, you know that. The missions are assigned to me.”

“You need not bother to explain it to me. I’ve done more than my share missions to know that the end results are always the same. Kill, or be killed,” Kenshin sighed. “I am very concerned about the latter. If anything were to happen to you Aoshi…”

“You mustn’t think those thoughts Himura-san,” Aoshi interrupted. “For both our sakes, you have to believe in my abilities as a shinobi. This is what I was trained to do, and I can’t see myself doing anything other than what I was bred to do.”

Aoshi drew Kenshin close to him and kissed him gently on the temple. “I need you to believe in me, Himura-san. I draw from your strength.”

“If you can draw from my strength then I am honored by that. However, I will continue to advise you to change your occupation.”

“What then? I work sweeping the streets for a living? Come on, Kenshin, you know as well as I do that Japan is not in the position to make commoners wealthy. We must take what we can get, and do what we are capable of.”

“And when your mission here in Tokyo is completed, what then? Will you return to Kyoto and take up your responsibilities there and go on with your life?”

Aoshi frowned and turned his focus on Kenshin’s question. He sighed deeply. “To be honest, I have avoided that issue. I know I must return to Kyoto, but I resent the fact that, by doing so, would mean our separation. The mere thought of what that would be like is unimaginable!” Aoshi looked straight into Kenshin’s violet eyes with an expression of sorrow. “Himura-san, how would that be possible?”

Silence.

“Again, there are other people who are to be considered,” Kenshin decided to mention knowing that it would probably cause Aoshi to become upset.

“You are referring to Kaoru?” Aoshi asked as he studied Kenshin’s expression.

“Aoshi, Misao has built her entire life around the hope of sharing a life with you.”

“I gave her no cause to base those ideas on,” Aoshi’s reply carried an obvious note of frustration.

Kenshin knew that the conversation, if allowed to continue, would hinder Aoshi from his mission for that evening, so he decided to change the subject.

“Then, we must take one day at a time, and enjoy what we have for one another by the moment.”

Aoshi pulled Kenshin closer to him and said in a low murmur, “Exactly what I was thinking.” His eyes closed while his lips pressed against Kenshin’s willing mouth. He could tell that Kenshin had been anticipating the kiss, probably even yearning for it, for Kenshin kissed him deeply, longingly, seducing his tongue to move deeper into his lover’s mouth. “Kenshin, I desire you more that I can find words to describe.”

Kenshin could strongly sense Aoshi’s need and quickly ran his hands along the side of Aoshi’s hips, around to his buttocks, and then under Aoshi’s firm ass cheeks to pull the shinobi against his arousal. He pushed his hips forward, rubbing his firmness against Aoshi’s obvious excited member. Kenshin let out a shuttering sigh as he continued to rub against Aoshi.

“I need to feel your flesh, Kenshin…”

Kenshin undid his obi and did the same for Aoshi until both their kimono’s laid open at the front of their sexually driven bodies. The two men were both consumed entirely with what was happening between them. They each reached for each other’s crotches, and manipulated their fingers through the fundoshi wraps. Once in each other’s hands, they began to stroke, and move their hips in unison.

Both men were mutually engulfed in each other, their erected organs danced through one another’s clutches as they lost themselves in a passionate deep kiss. There wasn’t any need to pursue another position, nor any need to redirect their lustful passion in any other way, for they were doing exactly what the other wanted. Their thrusts were urgent, but their passion for each other was obviously apparent. They held on desperately, not wanting to let go as their other hand pumped their mate to a climatically intense and explosive ending. Both men simultaneously shot their seed against the palm of the other as their climax had them shivering and shuddering through each wave of ripping pleasure that washed over them.

“Don’t ask me to leave, Kenshin. Each time you tell me that I need to return to Misao in Kyoto, I cannot bear the thought,” Aoshi’s painfully admitted still holding Kenshin’s spent organ in his hand.

Kenshin, being out of breath, spoke nonetheless, “I realize it causes you a lot of grief to consider how our relationship would disturb others, and perhaps it is not necessary to find the answers just yet. I too would be deeply affected if you were to leave any time soon.”

Aoshi walked over to the linen, took up a towel and brought it back to where Kenshin was standing to share in the cleanup. “Saitou is wanting me to go back to Kyoto for a headcount. We are not sure how many of Horie’s men are left in Kyoto, or how many men he has here in Tokyo. Misao was doing a count, so I could send for her and she can bring the information, but I am hesitant to do so.”

Kenshin sighed and nodded, knowing exactly what Aoshi is implying. If Misao were to arrive in Tokyo, it would mean he and Aoshi would have to, at least, halt their much-desired rendezvous. “Yes, it is difficult as it is having to avoid Miss Kaoru here at the dojo.”

Aoshi pulled Kenshin against himself once again and nuzzled into the redhead’s hair. “I will speak with Saitou. Perhaps he will be able to send someone else in my stead to do the headcount. The shinobi who is after Cho’s life has not been disposed of yet, so it would not be wise for me to go until Cho’s situation is relieved.”

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“How can you ask me such a thing? This is what I do! This is my life!” Mochi Hana reaction was unexpected when Serizawa suggested that she take more time recuperating from the recent attack.

“Mochi Hana, you mean the world to me, and if anything were to happen to you, it would mean the end of my existence as well. Will you not reconsider?”

The young woman shook her head in protest. “I will never give up fighting! Now, there is even more reason for me to get right back out there and see to my assailant’s end. Why can’t you understand that? And why must we have this conversation so often? You know how upset this makes the both of us.”

Serizawa sighed, “I know, it doesn’t do us any good to argue about it. I am expressing my desire to have a somewhat normal life with the person I love. It would please me to come home to a wife, a meal and enjoy my children. With both of us working, I don’t see how this is possible.” He moved closer to Mochi Hana and took her by her shoulders. “Please, Mochi Hana, understand that my time is, even now, limited to seeing you. I must get the carriage back to Horie since Cho is in hiding and is no longer our driver. What I am saying is that, with both of us working we don’t have time for much of anything else.” Serizawa shook Mochi Hana’s shoulders under his firm grip and pleaded, “A son, Mochi Hana…I need a son.”

Mochi Hana hated to hear her beloved plead in this way, and the pressure of his constant request was certainly forcing her in the corner of indecision. Yes, she loved the man, but no, she was far from actually giving up what she was born and raised to do as a mountain ninja.

“Noboru-san,” Mochi Hana weakly smiled. “You shall have your son, if not by me, by someone else, but don’t ask me to stop doing what I need to do. Not just yet.”

“How can you say that?” Serizawa pulled his woman close to him and kissed her pouting lips. “How can you suggest I touch a woman other than yourself?” Serizawa placed his fingers around her chin and brought her lips to his. “For my sake, do not speak in such a manner, I cannot bear the thought of your suggestion.”

Mochi Hana received Serizawa’s tongue into her mouth. There was such desperation in his kiss, and she sensed his inaudible appeal by the touch of his lips against hers. She knew that all he wanted was to spend the rest of his life with her and he was dreadfully afraid to lose her to death before living a happy life could be fulfilled. She loved him earnestly, but it was too early in her life to let go of who she felt she was bred to be and allow a man to take possession of her.

“I am sorry, Noboru-san. My heart truly belongs to you, but my life I dedicate to what I do as a ninja,” she paused and kissed Serizawa on the cheek. “I ask for sometime… time to live my life according to my ancestor’s expectations, so when I join them hereafter, I can do it with pride.” She slid her hand down to his hip, found the hakama’s opening with her fingers and soon the kimono’s opening underneath as well.

“Mochi Hana,” Serizawa whispered with a slight moan, not able to prevent her from taking his excited organ into her hand as she slipped his fundoshi to the side, gently tucking her fingers under it and around him. He gasped as she held his testicles as if they were fragile and he felt a tender squeeze. “Mochi Hana,” Serizawa stated firmly, “I am already late in getting the carriage back to the storefront.”

The young beautiful lady smiled seductively, “Then…my warrior, I will be quick about this.”

Serizawa was screaming with desire inwardly, and if they had more privacy, he would have been more vocal about the pleasures Mochi Hana was releasing within him. He bit his lower lip as soon as she lowered herself before him, expecting the best, for no woman could ever make him feel the way Mochi Hana delighted his primal self.

She parted his garments and adored the strong masculine scent of her man in his eagerness to be pleased. His tight swollen erection glistened at the tip with the salty liquid of his arousal and it was her pleasure to take it up with the tip of her tongue, relishing the flavor of his sex and surging within her the need to draw more from him.

Serizawa tightened his erection as she slid her tongue over his organ’s head and around his crown. He moaned again and dropped his hands around her head and ran his fingers through her hair. He felt her head begin to move toward him… closer as she pushed her lips over his tight, shiny head, over his crown and then slowly proceeded down his shaft in a very slow descending motion. His hands trembled upon her head as the impact of her taking him in her mouth just so perfectly had him wanting to surrender his built-up seed right there.

Mochi Hana tightened her grip around Serizawa’s testicles; forcing an immense wave of pleasure right up into his shaft as it caused his erection to increase and his sensitivity soar all at once. She pushed down on his shaft, driving his head to the back of her throat, swallowing in quick succession, constricting her throat muscles around him… milking him until he was unable to hold back any longer.

“Mochi Hana!” The lust filled man shouted, forgetting the need to keep their voices down. It didn’t seem important to do so at that moment. The moment he lost all control and gave way to his primeval bodily reaction to the incredibly skillful manipulation of his woman. “Mochi Hana,” he groaned once again, this time as an announcement of his arrival and delivery into the mouth that seem to know how to pleasure him so well. The very mouth that was milking every single sweet seed he had in him.

She enjoyed the delivery. Licking her lips, partly wishing there was more of his satisfying potion for her to drink, she stood erect and slid her arms around his neck for a sensual kiss.

Serizawa tasted himself on her lips and in her mouth as his tongue met hers. “Mochi Hana,” he whispered softly, “I certainly do need you in my life, but I also know that you need to be who you are. Forgive me for asking something that you are not capable of giving me presently.”

“How I love you, Noboru-san,” she excitedly said with the sparkle of life back in her wondrous charcoal black eyes. “Stay right here! It’ll take me only a few minutes!”

“Huh? Where are you going?”

Surprised Serizawa asked, she replied, “With you, of course! I can’t wait to get back to work! There’s a shinobi lurking out there in wait to take Cho’s life! I need to track that asshole down!”

Serizawa just stood there for a moment and allowed the smile to lift the corners of his mouth. Perhaps she’s not the mother of my child yet, but she is a great ninja, Serizawa thought.
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