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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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“I don’t have the words to tell you how wonderful it feels to be out and about like this again,” Mochi Hana said with excitement and it was obvious that she had a difficult time containing her jubilant mood. She was like a youngster on her way to the candy shop after abstaining from having any sweets for a while.

Serizawa chuckled as he pulled up on the horse’s reins and slowed down the fast pace of the carriage. “Since I am already late returning to the storefront, I might as well take it slow and enjoy your merriment. Laughter becomes you very well and adds to your disorienting beauty.”

“You’re just saying that because of the special treat I gave you earlier,” Mochi Hana giggled playfully.

“Special? Indeed it was more than that to me.”

“What would you call it then,” Mochi Hana toyed with her captivated, handsome lover.

Without warning the horse stopped abruptly and reared. Serizawa instinctively threw his arm around Mochi Hana to keep her from catapulting forward, swung his focus onto the roadway and quickly realized that they were being ambushed. Before Serizawa could say anything, Mochi Hana was already ahead of him. She leaped in reverse and landed onto the carriage’s cab for an instant, long enough to get a foothold for her next move. In an instant, she was no longer in Serizawa’s sight.

The lightning speed of Mochi Hana was a display of pure enjoyment on her part. The challenging event was an opportunity for the skilled woman to break into her long awaited ninja mode. She instantly curled her body into a ball at her midsection to enable her to tumble and steer herself under the carriage. She appeared between the front of the carriage and the horse. It was as though she appeared out of nowhere when she sprang up into the air. Without warning to her foes, she released four kunai that found their mark on two of her assailants. That attack brought them down in agony. By then, Mochi Hana was nowhere in plain sight.

Serizawa deflected an incoming arrow with his Katana, which made him aware that the opposition was greater in number than he first estimated, but they weren’t out in the open for an accurate count. No doubt, they were definitely under Sugimura’s order. Three men fell by Serizawa’s blade clearing the road ahead of them. The opportunity for he and Mochi Hana to make a break for it was upon them. Just two more men to take care of at the rear of the carriage. Serizawa started toward the two men, but then stopped just as quickly as he started, just in time to witness a man’s decapitation by Mochi Hana’s expert slash of her kodachi’s blade. The second man was about to bring his sword down on occupied woman but Serizawa’s quick reaction had a few kunai thwart the man’s attempt. One of the kunai cut through the dieing man’s jugular and sprayed a fine mist of red crimson against Mochi Hana’s left shoulder.

“Hey!” She shouted at Serizawa. “This outfit is new, may I have you know!”

“We shall get you another, but right now is not the time to decide on the color, or style. Let’s be on our way!” Serizawa urged the blood-splattered woman.

Serizawa was in the driver’s seat in no time sending the horse off to continue in the direction to town and the storefront. Mochi Hana quickly jumped from the roof of the cab onto the driver’s seat to join her man. She was undoubtedly pleased with their teamwork as much as Serizawa was, for both of their grins shown widely on their faces.

Mochi Hana let out a hardy laugh and looked over at her love. “At least you now have a good excuse for getting the carriage back to the storefront tardy.”

“You have a point! I can’t think of a better excuse,” Serizawa agreed joining his beloved in laughter.

The two of them were glad to be back in the swing of things. Serizawa was especially pleased to have his woman next to him. The whole incident of Mochi Hana’s injury had Serizawa doubt their line of work, but now, after experiencing their teamwork once again, he was definitely more relaxed with the fact that Mochi Hana wasn’t in a hurry to retire.

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

“Hold your katana, I’m coming, I’m coming!” Sano shouted toward the front door as he wiped his hands from previously fighting with descaling the fish for the evening dinner. He unlatched the door and slid it open to find Aoshi standing on the other side.

“Saitou available?” The tall shinobi nodded, as he looked directly at the ex-fighter-for-hire who undoubtedly turned domestic.

“Yeah, sure thing. He pretty much got himself fucked up today, but nothing ‘sleeping it off’ won’t cure… I can’t tell you what kind of mood he’ll be in when I wake him,” Sano warned and gestured an invite. “Come on in and pour yourself some tea. It’s on the chabudai in the meal room. I’ll go wake the wolf and let him know you’re here.”

Aoshi made himself comfortable at the chabudai, poured the steaming ocha into a cup and sipped it carefully. He heard Sano trying to wake Saitou in the background and then an argument broke out between them. Aoshi sighed, hoping that Saitou would be in better spirits. He was counting on getting a favorable answer from Saitou about the possibility of getting someone else to go to Kyoto in his stead.

Sano entered the meal room to see Aoshi was already seated. “He’s returning to the land of the living, just give him a few minutes,” Sano announced as he looked at how handsome Aoshi appeared to be wearing the shinobi shizoku. There was no contrast between the black outfit and the ninja’s hair, however, when Aoshi looked up at Sano, it practically knocked the breath from the young man. As stunning as Aoshi’s eyes were, Ice blue against all that black, Aoshi’s glance made it seem like the shinobi pierced right through Sano with his magnetic orbs.

“Thank you, Sanosuke-san. I know I am here at a bad time, but I need to cover a few things with Hajime-sama before I start out at sunset.”

“I envy you…” Sano said as he sat down at the chabudai across from Aoshi. “…At least you’re out there doing an exciting job. You have skills to use to better Japan. Right now, I’m caught in the middle of doing very little to advance Japan’s progress. It gets damn boring.”

“Kenshin mention your neglected tasks at the bathhouse. It seemed to me that you have a lot to do to keep yourself occupied around the dojo if you simply applied yourself.”

“Oh that,” Sano laughed nervously and ran his fingers through his hair. “Something came up and, well…Shit I just hope Kenshin’s not sore at me for ditching chores.”

“When I left the dojo earlier, Cho was busy attending to your deeds.”

Sano sighed, “as much as I hate to admit it, I owe Cho one, for saving my neck with the little missy."

Sano looked up and away from Aoshi as he noticed Saitou enter the room. “Well, if it isn’t the dead returning to life. Sit here. I already poured some ocha for you.” Sano got up and made his way back to the fish that he had been fighting with for quite sometime trying to prepare it for the evening meal.

Saitou frowned as he tried to ignore his throbbing headache. He sat at the chabudai and eyed the handsome shinobi and for the first time realized what it was about the man that had Kenshin swooning. “Aoshi,” the wolf nodded, at the same time he tried to fight the fog that covered his senses. “Is everything in order to take down Cho’s pursuer?”

“Hai,” Aoshi replied and set his ocha cup down on the chabudai. “About Kyoto…” the shinobi hesitated briefly to observe Saitou’s countenance before continuing. “…Since I have not yet halted the ninja that is currently after Cho’s life, should we consider someone in lieu of my going to Kyoto for the headcount?”

Sano, still struggling with the fish, turned from the preparation table and rushed over to the chabudai where the two men sat. “Hey,” he paused to spit out a stray fish scale that accidentally found its way into his mouth. “Why can’t I go? I’m not doing anything important, and I’ve been freaking bored lately.

“Because Sanosuke, “Saitou huffed lazily, “you would not know exactly what it is that I need to know, nor would you know where to find the gen. You have no background information to work by, nor do you have the experience of an undercover officer to do the job well enough to avoid snags.”

“Hell, if that’s all I need, why can’t you teach me the ropes? Let’s both go to Kyoto for a couple of days and you can get the info firsthand, and you can show me the ropes at the same time!” A terribly exciting notion came over the young man, which was made obvious by the unmistakable sparkle in his big brown eyes as he thought more into his proposal. “Hey, I’ll be able to visit Yahiko at Master Hiko’s place while over there! I bet Kenshin would be pleased about my visiting his old, Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu, Master!”

Practically ignoring Sano’s suggestion, Saitou looked over at Aoshi, nodded and said, “I am confident that you will do whatever it takes to ensure Cho’s safety. That is your priority, and you needn’t concern yourself with Kyoto. Still locked onto Aoshi’s eyes, Saitou added, “I’m sure Kenshin wouldn’t mind going to Kyoto in your stead.”

Aoshi’s eyes widened, for he realized that Saitou had just then checked his motives behind opting out of the assignment to Kyoto. The shinobi knew that he was too obvious for the wolf. He sighed with regret.

“Do we understand each other, Aoshi?” Saitou asked the overt man.

“Hai,” Aoshi said, lowering his head and dislodging his focus from Saitou’s piercing stare.

“Hey,” Sano interrupted. “There’s something going on between the two of you and I want to know what the hell it is!”

Saitou sighed, “It is none of your concern, but I suggest you ready yourself for the trip to Kyoto. It would be best if we leave as soon as possible.”

“Huh? Sano stood there perplexed. “What the fuck just happened?”

“Need I repeat myself, Ahou? Or, will you choose to stand there all night with your jaw on the floor?”

“Okay, okay… I’ll get the meal finished!” Sano turned his back on the two men once again, picked up the tantou off the prep table, and mumbled a curse under his breath at the fish.

“Aoshi, will you be joining us for this evening’s meal?” Saitou asked.

“No, thank you. I should pursue my mission. Nightfall is nearly upon us and this is when I must take to the task.” Aoshi stood up from his seat and bowed toward Saitou. “Thank you for your leniency, I should have been open with you about my motives.”

Saitou snickered, “I’m getting soft with age, I presume.”

Aoshi bowed, “I will let myself out.”

Pleased with the outcome of the meeting, Aoshi shut the door behind him and slipped off into the fast approaching darkness where he was most comfortable. He was off to carry on with the pressing task.

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Horie looked at both Mochi Hana and Serizawa scowlingly and blurted out, “God damn it! No doubt Sugimura was behind this?”

“I have to admit,” Mochi Hana cheerfully chimed, “there couldn’t have been a more appropriate way to welcome me back to work!”

“Only my sister would say such a thing,” Horie responded with a shake of his head in a disapproving manner. “Nonetheless, I think it is about time we pay them an indiscreet visit. Serizawa, round up the first team and Mochi Hana you take care of the second. Keep everyone concealed near the front entrance of the Sugimura compound.”

“Hai, now you’re talking Horie-kun!” Serizawa nodded with anticipation as the adrenalin surged through his system.

Mochi Hana nodded at her beloved with a wide excited smile across her face, knowing that just ahead of them lay the confrontation they’ve been waiting for. With a sparkle in her eye, she was off and running to gather her team together.

Horie produced a smacking sound with his lips as though he was heading for a banquet meal. He was imagining the heavy musk of fresh, spilled blood. It had been quite a while since Horie partook in bloodshed frenzy, and this will prove to be a pleasurable moment for he and his teams. A bonding event that was long overdue. He removed the silken chord from his kimono’s compartment and worked it around his torso to secure his sleeves for battle.

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“Now my fingers look like a shriveled plum that sat in the sun for a week,” Cho mumbled as he walked toward the dojo’s gate. “How in hell’s name am I suppose to hold my katana if I need to slay that ass hole-ninja-shit-bag tonight with these wrinkly hands, if I have to?”

Hey Cho!” Kenshin called out from the row of dorm rooms. “Why don’t you join Kaoru and I for the evening meal before you head out?”

Cho turned, and only then noticed the ex-hitokiri approaching him. “I would if I could, but I’m suppose to meet with Aoshi right about now. We planned on meeting right after sunset, which was ten minutes ago. He should be lurking about just outside the gate in wait for me.”

“Hmn, Aoshi already filled me in on your evening’s task. I only wish that everything could settled without the bloodshed,” Kenshin sighed.

“I understand Himura-san. Unfortunately, Japan is not yet at that point, but as I see it, we are advancing," Cho said as he held his fist up gesturing a charge stance. "It will just take a little while to remove some of the corrupt residue of the past. Scum, like Horie and Sugimura, will do most of the damn work themselves as they fight for power and territory. Saitou said, all they need is a little help with direction, and they’ll eventually kill each other off.

“I suppose Saitou’s right. It seems that is exactly what they’re doing. “Times sure has changed from ten years ago… That it has!”

“Well, I better get my ass out of here before Aoshi gives up on me and get all the action for himself.”

“Good luck, and thanks for standing in for Sano with the bathhouse chores!”

“Well, I won’t let him off that easily. The Rooster-Head owes me one and I’ll make sure I will collect on it as soon as I find out what he hates to do most,” Cho laughed with a hint of mischievousness to his tone. He made his way out the gate to meet with Aoshi.

Kenshin frowned at his thoughts, feeling a bit tainted with guilt. Part of him resented the fact that, in this case, bloodshed was enviable. The other part—the part of himself that he was finding more difficult to resist, was the nagging urge to throw everything else aside and join Aoshi, just for the sake of being near him.

Even as Kenshin walked back toward the dorm to his room, he resigned himself from trying to resist the temptation to play out the images he had of Aoshi in his mind. Even if Kenshin did try his best to replace his thoughts with other mental images, as handsome as Aoshi normally was to Kenshin, he couldn’t get the tantalizing picture of the temperamental shinobi from his mind. Aoshi was exceptionally sexual with Kenshin before they separated for the evening. His shinobi wardrobe worn skin tight, highlighting his muscles beneath, except for the airy loose-fitting trousers that accented Aoshi’s buttocks.

By the time Kenshin made it back to his dorm room his arousal was plainly evident. His firm erection rubbed against the front of his garment as though it was trying to free itself from its confinement. No doubt about it, the ex-hitokiri battousai needed to be relieved desperately. Kenshin reached down and quickly reoriented his erection. Making sure no one was nearby, he gave his stiffened organ a few pacifying touches before he reached his doorway, entered his room, and secured the latch behind him.

It took Kenshin hardly any time at all to drop his hakama to the floor and step out from them. Once his back met with his futon, the rest of his self-pleasure ritual fell into place as it had countless times before during the long days and nights between active assassination missions. He bent his knees and let his legs fall apart while at the same time, opened the curtain-like kimono to make it easier for him to pull his fundoshi aside and release his tight skinned organ.

“Mmmnnn,” the sexually inflamed redhead moaned intensely in a low-pitched, audible sigh as he felt how much he ached throughout for the touch of his lover. He settled for his own consolatory, yet sensual manipulation, realizing his pressing need for release by the amount of liquid his thumb and forefinger found at the head of his shaft. “Aoshi,” he whispered, remembering the last time he felt so good. It was when he tasted Aoshi’s wetness in his mouth when he took the shinobi orally. With that in thought, Kenshin swiped the dew from the tip of his cock and delivered the clear fluid onto his lips. With his tongue, he played with the opaque ink that designed his the rim of his mouth, savoring its salty richness as though his shinobi mate delivered it.

Kenshin’s breathing quickened, and so did his deliberate strokes against his distended muscle. He welcomed the vivid imagery of his lover’s invitingly, well-favored buttocks. The ex-hitokiri quickly rolled over to his side, and with his now zealous organ so ready to ejaculate in hand, he began to move his hips, as he would if he had inserted his organ into his lover’s offering and commenced to the next level of sexual intimacy.

“Aoshi,” Kenshin sighed again, only this time his voice quivered as his self-stimulation was bringing him closer to the climatic ending he desperately needed. A deep guttural groan escaped him at the onset of his seminal release, ripping through his body in one explosive jolt. Kenshin gasped, held his breath for a moment, and then rode the rest of the incredible, gratifying, undulated sensations to its very end.

As Kenshin gave up the last of his sexual seeds into his hand, Kaoru’s voice just outside of his door immediately swiped the lust filled visions he had remaining of his shinobi lover.

“Kenshin? Are you all right?” Kaoru asked while tapping on the door to his dorm room when he didn’t respond to her first call.

“Yes Miss Kaoru, I’m getting dressed for the evening meal after a short rest here.”

“I thought I heard you talking with someone in there.”

“There is no one in here but I, no one at all, Miss Kaoru,” Kenshin quickly sprang to his feet and tidied up, quite disappointed that he was interrupted and deprived of his private afterglow to lull over the thoughts of Aoshi before having to resume the evening chores.

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Sano set the last of the meal down on the chabudai and sat himself next to his, rather, silent partner. “I know you got upset with me for giving Katsu what belongs to you.”

“What exactly are you referring to, Sanosuke?”

“The kiss Katsu and I sort of stumbled into.”

“The issue has been dropped and I was hoping you would do the same.”

Sano sighed in frustration over Saitou’s resistance in discussing the matter. “Well, I’m only mentioning it because I feel bad about it. I know I’m an asshole for not thinking things through sometimes, but when you’re not open to talk about things between us I don’t know where I stand in your life, or what the hell I need to do.”

Saitou remained silent and continued to eat his meal in hopes that some food will ease the throbbing pain in his head. It had been a long time since Saitou found it necessary to ingest alcohol the way he did that day, but the haunting of his past was relentless and the wolf succumbed to his humanism. He glanced over at Sano and resisted the urge to take him up in his arms. Despite Sano’s little adventurous tryst with his long time friend Saitou wanted to reassure the young man that everything remained the same between them.

“Hey,” Sano said softly to get Saitou’s attention. “I don’t know if you noticed that I got the meal done without burning it. I was especially carefully this time.” His eyes widened with a bit of excitement, “I also set up your bath with fresh water, and I even started the fire beneath it while you were asleep. The water should be just about ready for you to soak. Maybe that’ll help?”

Saitou pushed his empty bowl away from him and nodded appreciatively. He looked up into the young man’s sincere eyes and captured the moment to memory. He truly adored Sano, even if he didn’t admit it verbally. No one had touched the different compartments inside of his heart as Sano had.

“Sanosuke?”

“That’s my name!” Sano exclaimed, excited at the fact that the wolf actually spoke to him without being coaxed into do so.

“If you should be intimate with anyoneother than myself, I would appreciate that you not make it known to me. I would rather you keep that sort of behavior to yourself.”

Sano glowered at Saitou’s comment. “Why can’t you just tell me that you don’t want me to fuck around? Doesn’t it ever occur to you that I may like it when I know you are wanting to possess me?”

Saitou wasn’t in the mood to argue about the issues. He just wanted to drop the whole thing and move on. It was obvious to the wolf that his mate wasn’t in the same mind frame as he. He took a deep breath and tried to reason with Sano.

“It is not my place to take control of your life, Sanosuke. Your life is for you to do with it as you decide.”

“So, what you’re saying is that all of what we have together are occasional fuck feasts, and all else beside that is not up for discussion? We just fuck each other, go off, fuck other people, get together and fuck again? Oh yeah… and now I have to remember never to mention any of the details to you in passing, huh?”

“If that is how you perceive our relationship, you have the liberty to stay, or leave it. I will not tell you what to do, nor will I tell you how to live your life. The only thing I will do is let you know how much of your life I want to know about. If you choose to have other intimate meetings I would rather not know about them.”

“Damn it Saitou, you don’t make it easy, do you? Why can’t you just enjoy life and own me?”

“Because you are not an animal, Sanosuke. You are a human being, born to have pride in yourself and to make your own choices in life. I don’t have to own you to keep you under control. You can freely give yourself to me if that is what you desire to do. You can choose to mate with me intimately—exclusively. I cannot force you to make those choices, the same way that I could not keep you from sharing an intimate kiss, or more, with your friend. It was your choice to kiss him, or save that kiss for me. You are old enough to decide for yourself.”

Sano was struck dumb with astonishment at the simple, yet profound wisdom the wolf had on this issue. It didn’t help the young man’s feeling toward himself, for what Saitou just said. It made him feel as though he was totally out of control and desperately wanting to be controlled. He was blaming Saitou all along for his lack of control when he should have been taking responsibility for his own decisions and behavior.

“Now, if you will excuse me, I will tend to my bath,” Saitou said as he stood from the chabudai and went to the back room, leaving Sano to ponder on a few things that obviously stirred him.

After disrobing and the initial rinse, Saitou eased himself in the deliciously soothing bathwater. He noticed that Sano spiced the water with herbs to sooth his tired muscles, and special mint leaves to clear the wolf’s head. He leaned back in the water to relish in Sano’s unique way in trying to make amends.

Sano timidly entered the backroom. With his head lowered, he stared at his feet; intimidation almost choked his words from being clearly audible. “Hey Saitou?”

“Hmn,” Saitou responded without looking up at Sano, but remained relaxed, his eyes closed with the back of his head propped up by the wall behind him.

“If you like, I can wash your back for you.”

Saitou opened his eyes and viewed Sano’s beautifully naked form displayed before him through the steam rising from the assuasive bath water. Sano’s broad chest and tight perky nipples that adorned his torso stirred the wolf into an aroused state. He let his eyes caress the curves around Sano’s well-defined muscles and savored the sight of the young man’s growing erection. The sight of his mate stimulated the wolf’s desire to fondle what Sano was obviously offering. The meal and the bath certainly made his bout with the alcohol lose its edge, and it was no longer a hindrance to his ambition for intimacy.

“Well?” Sano questioned the wolf for an answer.

“Let me watch you rinse your body,” Saitou idly requested desiring a little eye-candy before taking the young man up on the silent offering.

Sano reached over and filled the bamboo bucket with some of the bath water and began to dribble the steaming element over his body. Vapor rose from his skin, which caused him to look as though he was in heat, as the aura from the steam around him glowed, reflecting the light that was coming through the doorway behind him.

Saitou was beside himself in awe as he fed hungrily on the visual before him. “Pull your foreskin back and expose yourself to me. I desire to see what I am about to have,” Saitou bade as he ran his tongue across his lips and took his arousal into his hand to ease his urgency.

Sano eagerly did what Saitou asked and exposed the head of his thickened shaft for the wolf to bask on. He let the water from the bucket dribble on his pleasure pole and was surprised at the unique sensation it caused him to have. He involuntarily gasped and did it again. The feeling was so intense that he closed his eyes, leaned his head back and began stroking his restless member.

Saitou observed Sano’s movements carefully, not wanting to miss the least bit of detail. The wolf lost his breath when Sano made it apparent that he was giving over to the pleasures that beckoned the young man to greater heights. Saitou wanted what Sano was manipulating proficiently.

“Come Sanosuke, stand before me.”

Sano quickly stepped into the scented hot water of the bath and situated himself so that his cock was just short of touching Saitou’s face. It was the sexiest visual for Sano to behold ascending him to an even higher level than he already was.

“Shit Saitou, this is god damn hot… Your face right there…” Sano gasped to catch his breath. “You are so fucking handsome I can barely stand it.” Sano couldn’t resist stroking himself as he caressed the wolf’s face with his eyes, admiring the strength in the lines and totally being taken up by the golden orbs that was intently locked onto his aching shaft. “Hell, it’s like…” Sano groaned. “…It’s like I’m fucking your face. This is fucken wild!”

Sano’s words were propelling Saitou higher as well. It felt wonderful knowing Sano’s desire for him. Saitou wasn’t sure what it was, but he certainly felt as though he was melding as one with the young man. Each breath Sano took in, Saitou felt as though he exhaled. Breath for breath, heartbeat for heartbeat.

“Oh my Buddha, I can’t hold this,” Sano shouted loudly. “Saitou, I’m fucking going to come… let me come on your face! I want to spill it all over your beautiful face!”

Before Saitou could have said anything, Sano’s full load of sexual fluid hit him directly in his face. It was as though he watched the white liquid coming at him in slow motion, as he captured and locked on to each frame of movement that launched at him. The aromatic musky solution sprayed against Saitou’s skin, which caused a wave of prickly sensations to comb over his body.

Just as soon as Sano pumped his last ejaculated offering onto Saitou, and just before Saitou crossed over to the realm of no return the wolf grasped Sano’s hips and pulled him downward against his lap. He held his organ in place and inserted into Sano’s south entry, and with one impulsive, aggressive push he slid his organ completely into Sano.

Sano gladly received Saitou verbally as well as physically. “Yesss, fuck me,” he yelled loudly and began to lick his own seminal fluid from the wolf’s brow, nose, and then lapped the most of the deposit from Saitou’s lips. For the finality, he inserted his tongue deeply, sensually into the Saitou’s oral cavern.

Saitou pulled Sano’s tongue into his mouth while he drove his cock into the young man for the delivery. He felt himself give way to the erotic climax and poured forth his essence in an explosive manner, draining himself into his mate. Saitou released Sano’s tongue and gasped for air, his breathing labored, but otherwise, he was totally relaxed and drained from his outlay.

The two men held each other, both giving their breathing time to slow and reflecting on what just took place between them, they shared a slow, emotionally charged kiss.

“I’m sorry,” Sano leaned into Saitou and held onto the wolf’s neck. “I thought about what you said, and you’re right. I definitely am an asshole for trying to slide away from my responsibility to make decisions. Hell, you’re my lover, not my father.”

Saitou smiled, a rare wide beauty of a smile, pleased with Sano’s development so far. “There is hope for you,” the wolf snickered. “Now get off of my lap, you are smashing my balls!”
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