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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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Words you may not know

* Shuriken – Ninja throwing daggers

*Furo - Bath

“Sugimura’s head shinobi is currently sharing his abode with two other shinobi at the east end of the compound. I have already located an inconspicuous way into the compound through the north side of their wall that we’ll use to gain entrance,” Aoshi briefed Cho as they neared Sugimura’s compound.

“Hell, just point me in the right direction, because I can’t wait to get my katana into that piece of rat-shit,” said Cho, as he ran along side of the fast moving ninja."

“There might be at least two others with him, so I shall keep them occupied while you have your way with your foe.”

“That sounds like a plan to me, Aoshi. Sounds like a damn good plan!”

Just before they reached the south side of the compound, Aoshi stopped abruptly in mid stride.

“Stay here,” Aoshi whispered, barely audible.

Cho, nodded.

Aoshi left Cho’s side for a couple minutes and vanished into the darkness, while Cho tried to make sense of the shapes and shadows beyond his immediate location. There was no moon out that night, which compounded the visual difficulties. Aoshi, on the other hand, had night vision as good as a cat. He was from birth to see beyond the darkness of the night, if not by sight, by way of senses. As far as night travel went, Cho was almost totally dependant on Aoshi for night sight.

It didn’t take Aoshi long to slink back to Cho quietly. He used both the surrounding foliage and the darkness of the night for cover. “You will be surprised to hear that I observed a group of armed men just sort of the clearing to the compound’s entry. However, the northern side of the compound is clear.”

“What in hells name are we going to do with that group? Surely we can’t fight off Sugimura’s whole army!”

“You can relax, Cho. It’s Horie’s group, and they believe you are with them, do they not?”

“Horie’s guys? What in dang hell is going on? Shit, I could be missing something mighty big, but hell, if I get to that shinobi first, then that’ll be enough to keep this handsome boy from feelin’ left out. Besides, Horie already knows that I’m out hunting that shit-bag.”

“Keep low, follow me and prepare yourself,” Aoshi ordered, and led the way up the eastern side of the compound so they could get to their northern entry location.

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

“So, when do we get to leave for Kyoto? Damn! I can’t believe we’re actually going,” Sano asked excitedly and then nestled as close as he could next to Saitou on the pile of zabutons.

“Don’t get too excited, there aren’t any trains to Kyoto until late tomorrow evening. It will be a good time to depart—will allow us to get some sleep while we make distance,” Saitou informed the excited young man. He knew if he didn’t reassure Sano, the ex-fighter would, indeed, keep him awake most of the night inquiring about the trip.”

“I’m thinking about making some good memories of the place this time around. Shit, I hated Kyoto because you had me thinking you bit-the-dust there. You can’t imagine what the hell I went through, and it pisses me off to think that you didn’t give a shit about telling anyone. And, it fucken pisses me off, to no end, when I think about the fact that Cho knew that you were alive all along.”

“Don’t tell me you’re still angry about that,” Saitou sighed, while he checked on Sano’s countenance. “You don’t have to hold onto things like that, Ahou.”

“Oh? I don’t?” Sano questioned the wolf sarcastically. “Then what do you suggest I do with it, hmmm? You can’t deny that you don’t get pissed off from time, to time. I know certain things bug the shit out of you.” Sano turned and laid on his side to better see the wolf as they discuss the matter. “For instance, I know that you got pissed at me for doing that kiss with Katsu, even though you won’t outwardly admit it.”

“I don’t deny getting angry," Saitou softly snickered as he found Sano amusing once again. “The difference between you and I is the fact that, I do not dwell on issues as you choose to do. I make it a point to deal with my anger immediately, if at all possible.”

“Yeah right, what do you suppose I do? Punch the shit out of you for not telling me you were alive?”

“As I recall, you made an attempt in doing just that, in my garden. If you believe you would be able to survive the repercussions, perhaps you would like to try it again.

“I don’t remember you cutting my balls off when I told you about my kissing Katsu, but...” Sano abruptly stopped in mid-sentence. “Hey, wait a second,” Sano said as his eyes widened with discovery. “Maybe you didn’t stomp me into a flat piece of nothingness, but you sure as hell fucked the living day-lights out of me!”

Saitou quietly snickered and felt the urge to take Sano into his arms again, but he didn’t want to miss any of the young man’s breakthroughs. All of Sano’s self-discoveries were too entertaining, and endearing, for the wolf to pass up. He was fascinated with the young man’s thought processes and intense manner in which Sano tried to make reason of issues and the various emotions that played on the ex-fighter’s heart.

“So, you think this is funny, huh? You can be such a damn bastard without even trying, you know that?” Sano huffed with a pout. “I can see it now, after thinking about it. You were pissed at me—probably wanted to kill me, and you probably would have killed me if this happened when you were one of those—Shinsengumi Mibu Wolves, way back when. Instead, you called me a whore, treated me like one, and fucked the hell out of me.”

“You are probably correct in that assumption, Sanosuke.”

Sano didn’t want to start arguing with the wolf again—not when he worked so hard at getting Saitou to forgive him for the impulsive behavior with Katsu the other night. But, at the same time, the jealousy he felt because of Saitou’s relationship with Cho was eating Sano up. He knew that he had to do something about it—but what? Surely he couldn’t allow himself to rip at Saitou sexually, the way the wolf did him.

Sano sighed and resigned to a more peaceful temper. “I hope you at least enjoyed yourself, or don’t you remember. You know you were pretty plastered when you practically raped me.”

“Oh? Rape was it? Such a harsh word for what took place between us, wouldn’t you say?”

Sano frowned with even a stronger pout than before. “You weren’t exactly romancing me! I still feel like my ass is bruised.”

“What do you want me to do about it? Are you suggesting that I should kiss your ass again?”

“NO!” Sano shouted and grabbed one of the zabutons near him and wedged it between his knees.

Saitou let out a gut-wrenching laugh, obviously pleased to be on good terms with his lover again. The incident between Katsu and his mate was water under the bridge, and if the wolf were able to be a bit more verbal about his feelings, he would have told Sano that he was also excited that the young man was accompanying him to Kyoto. There was still something that prevented Saitou from sharing everything with Sano, and as much as the wolf wanted to be freed from the hindrance, it kept its grip tightly on him and prevented him from doing so.

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“Quickly, through here,” Aoshi rushed through some standing thickets that were lying against the northern wall of Sugimura’s compound. “If we enter the compound over this part of the wall, we will find cover on the other side, along with an easy access to the shinobi’s quarters. We must act quickly, I have a feeling Horie has a similar plan. If you want to take that shinobi out, you need to do it now.”

“I’m right on your tail buddy,” Cho whispered excitedly. “It’s do, or get done! I’d rather be the one that does!”

Aoshi smirked at Cho’s comment and thought, the man from Kyoto was indeed unique, but the sword collector certainly was itching to get on with the plan.

“Let’s move!” Aoshi prompted Cho.

The men rushed the side of the wall and gracefully went up and over it with no problem whatsoever. Aoshi was right; several small Japanese maple trees made good cover for them as they made their way to the side of the first building and rounded its corner. No moon, no reflection—meant caution, for there could be any one of Sugimura’s shinobi near enough to just about see their movements as plain as though it was daylight.

They were just about to make their move when suddenly, Aoshi held out his arm to prevent Cho from going ahead any further. He placed this index finger to his lips and then, he motioned with his other finger, directing Cho to look up.

There, just above the rafters Cho saw a figure move against the backdrop of tile on the roof. Whoever it was, made his way to the overhanging rafter above the entrance to the building. Cho wasn’t at all used to glaring through the dark of night, but from what he could make out, it was one of Sugimura’s shinobi making his way back to roost. Judging from the man’s stature, Cho could see that it wasn’t the shinobi he was after.

Aoshi signaled Cho to halt and wait. Then he gestured, by pointing to the man and motioned a quick slash across his throat with his index finger to indicating that he was moving ahead to take care of the foeman.

Immediately, Aoshi sprang into action-mode at the same time Sugimura’s shinobi touched ground after he hopped off the roof. Without delay, Aoshi moved and closed the distance between he and his opposition. The man caught Aoshi’s movement from the corner of his eye; he immediately crouched low and reached at his side to retrieve a weapon from its hiding place. Aoshi quickly discharged a round of shuriken from his right hand, which struck his foe, first on the front of the hand—the rest of the shuriken’s great force hit the man, one following the other, up the side of his arm. As a result the man was thrown off balance as agonizing pain overtook his side, like searing heat that shot through his flesh without warning. Before the man could recover, Aoshi was on him. There was no hesitation on Aoshi’s part as he shredded the mans throat, from one jugular, across the man’s airway, and pulled his multi-bladed cat-claw out of the man’s neck, snagging, and finally tearing through the opposite jugular.

Cho came out of hiding briefly to aid Aoshi in toting the lifeless body from the scene. They did not want to be discovered, not this early in their plan. They carried the expired foe around the building and quietly set him down under the heavy brush against the back wall where the Aoshi and Cho made their previous entry into the compound.

As the men started back to the side of the building, the quiet night broke its silence in an unmistakable ruction on the other side of the compound.

“Let’s do this! Horie’s men must have penetrated the front gate and have been discovered. We must move now!”

Aoshi made his way to the back of the building and leaped through a small open window without a sound. Cho armed himself with a katana at his side. He darted toward the front of the building to cover the door and wait for Aoshi’s ‘clear’ signal.

Instead of any notification from Aoshi, a tall man in a kimono forcefully fell through the door and tumbled across the platform at the entrance. He immediately regain stance and was in position to spring back toward his assaulter, but realized that Cho was standing to the side of him.

Cho recognized the hefty man. “I thought I’d save you the trouble of finding me, so I came knocking at your door,” Cho stood his ground, legs parted, defensive stance in line with his taunting expression. “Come on now, I didn’t come all this way to stand here all night!”

The man drew his sword, positioned himself and let out a hearty laugh. “It would be my pleasure to avenge my comrades this evening. I can’t think of a better way to pass the time than to take your life—slowly, painfully.”

Cho darted and thrust his sword straightforward to make the initial contact with the large man in order to weigh his opponent’s striking speed and calculate distance. The steel clashed with a loud echo against the walls of the compound, then was muffled in the distance by the growing commotion at the south side.

“You know, big guy… Your bark is much bigger than your bite, “Cho mocked as he enjoyed the affect it had on the angry man. “Hell, I didn’t know geishas like you were able to swing a sword like that!”

Insulted by the fact that Cho had called him geisha, the hefty man grit his teeth in bitter hatred and became the aggressor, hungering to plunge his cutting edge into the taunting man from Kyoto. He dashed forward and struck three times and was blocked equally. He, in turn was forced to block Cho’s assails thrice, the third time he barely missed the swipe of Cho’s cold steel.

Cho observed the man’s weak point and realized that he could adjust his third strike to continue the blow with a follow–through at the same momentum—but then change the angle of the strike, hence turning it into a fourth strike. It would then throw his foe off guard.

The man did not wait for Cho to settle in stance again and recover. Instead, he swung around low, hoping to catch Cho off guard and take out the Kyoto man’s legs. Surely that would put an end to this match and avenge his comrades, who he believed, were rooting for him from beyond the dead.

Cho saw it coming the man glanced to the ground just before he set into action. As soon as the man’s eyes dropped below Cho’s waist, the Kyoto man jumped high, swung his katana around from his left side, up over his head, and brought it down, using gravity along with a powerful downdraft swing.

The man’s blade swooped past Cho’s feet. He realized then, that it was his last swing. He felt an icy sensation close in on his head, and heard a terrifying thud, followed by a cracking, tearing sound. Dazed, the man realized that Cho was standing before him, holding on to the cold steel that separated his vision, by what looked like, from the man’s perspective, to be blood drenched steel protruding out from between his brow.

“Now, you don’t have to think about vengeance anymore. It’s time you rest,” Cho said as he held his foot against the man’s chest and pulled back on his sword in one swift movement. The Kyoto man watched his foe sway and stagger toward him and then, the dieing man crumpled to the ground. “Dang…” Cho had no other words.

Cho looked around for Aoshi, but he was nowhere to be seen. Aoshi’s mission was over and Cho was grateful for the assistance. Cho peered into the darkness toward the front of the compound and realized that his battle with the enemy had only just begun. Now it was time to dive in and work a good cover for Horie’s observation.

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“Hey, where are you going?” Sano asked as he watched Saitou get up from the zabuton-pile and tied his yukata.

“Smoke, then bed,” the wolf replied lazily.

Sano rolled over, fully recovered from his night of drinking with Katsu, he felt rested. Perhaps just a little too rested as his body began to receive messages from his mind replaying the earlier events in the *furo with his lover. Sano’s arousal was becoming plainly evident as it struggled against his gi.

Sano chuckled out loud, got up and without getting sidetracked this time, made his way to Saitou’s soft, inviting bed and slunk between the covers.

“Ahhhh, the young man whispered as he felt the cool fabric against his back and torso. “Saitou! I’m lonely!” He started laughing out loud at how stultified he must appear to be if anyone were to look in at his childish play. “I want you,” Sano continued to sing out. He reached down to adjust his growing urge at the same time giving it a little playful squeeze. “Mmm", the heated ex-fighter moaned, unable to conceal his obvious yearning.

“What is the shouting about?” The wolf asked upon entering the room.

“I’m lustful, look…” Sano replied and then yanked the bedcovers down to expose the bulge at his groin.

Saitou’s gaze immediately fell upon Sano’s manifested sex, “I see.”

“I know you see, but the question is, do you want to touch?”

The wolf disrobed and neatly set his yukata down at the foot of the bed.

Sano was thrilled to have gotten Saitou in the mood so quickly. “Nice view, I like looking at you when you’re naked like that,” Sano complimented the wolf’s handsome, strong figure. “It’s amazing how just looking at you can do incredible things to me."

Saitou stood there at the foot of the bed, reached down and tugged at the leg of Sano’s gi bottom. “I would also like to see.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice. I don’t mind showing you what I got, even though you’ve seen it before,” Sano said as he untied the gi at his waist.

Saitou pulled the garment from the young man’s body and placed it on his yukata. He took up his stiffened muscle into his hand and began to pet it lightly. “I enjoy having you in view as well.” The wolf continued to stroke his erection while he stroked the delicious form of the young man lying on the bed with his eyes. “Spread your legs for me, Sanosuke.”

“Like this?”

Saitou moaned, “Hmnnn, yesss, just like that." His fingers clasped his organ a little firmer as he increased his strokes up and down his shaft. “Now I want you to get the vile on the table next to you and drizzle the potion on yourself.”

“Does this mean I get to put my cock in you this time?”

“It means I want to watch you put the oil on your penis, Sanosuke, did I not make myself clear the first time?”

“I heard you, but I just wanted to know what you had on your mind. You never tell me what you have planned,” Sano murmured as he reached for the vile.

“I did not ask you to do this so that we could turn it into a lengthy discussion. I simply requested you do this so I may enjoy watching you.”

“All right, fine, watch all you want, but this is going to make me want to fuck you."

Saitou couldn’t deny his desire to give himself up for copulation with Sano as the aggressor, and it was even more puzzling to the wolf why he couldn’t be more verbal and expressive with his lover. Although Sano kept pointing at his communication flaw, he couldn’t seem to change what had become ground-in habit. Or, was it something else that kept him from sharing his deeper feelings with Sano?

Sano dripped the liquid from the vile onto his fleshly excitement. The potion slowly dripped from the head of his shaft to the outside circle of his index finger and the inside of his thumb as he held his erection steady at its base. He glanced up at Saitou’s lust-filled eyes and knew that the wolf wanted him.

“I can tell you want this up inside of you?” Sano teased the wolf seductively by moving his hand over his hard shaft in show. “Ahhh, mmmn, yeah…” Sano cooed. “I knew I was going to want to stick this up inside of you, and now, I’m aching for it. Can you tell?”

Saitou was forced to stop stroking himself, for Sano’s words sent fire though his body and the heat was settling in the pit of his testicles, brewing his semen to a boil. It was much too early to allow himself to boil over—much too early in their love-play to have it end too quickly. Saitou couldn’t admit that Sano’s assumption was right. He did desire to be fucked. The wolf wanted it bad, so bad he felt his body begging for it.

“Come on, Saitou, let me put this in you, I can tell you want this just as much as I do. I can make you feel really good.”

“I’m already feeling good.”

“Yeah, but not the way I can make you feel when I slide this up inside of you. Come on; don’t make me beg for it. I really, really want to do this.”

Saitou spied Sano’s impressive erection that stuck up from the young man so invitingly. His own organ throbbed with desire and his backside ached to be taken. The desire was too intense for the wolf to ignore, and he gave in to his lust-filled desire. Oh how good Sano looked laying there, spread open in that fashion with his sexual strength proudly exposed for Saitou to take as he pleased. Saitou was definitely ready to carry this to the next level.

“I knew you couldn’t resist a good thing. Come on; put your dick next to mine so I can get some of this oil on you too. Bring it here, I’ll rub the both of us together.” Sano was being blatant about his desire for Saitou, cooing and stroking his determined, eager shaft, he finally persuaded Saitou to do his bidding. It was a pleasure watching the wolf near him on hands and knees, approaching Sano’s lure now with no hesitation.

Saitou straddled Sano’s hips and lowered his incredibly charged erection to rest against Sano’s well-oiled flesh. “Ahhh, damn it! This is almost beyond my endurance level,” Saitou groaned as he voice trembled uncontrollably.

Sano took Saitou, along with himself within both of his hand, held them steady, and added more oil to the lot. As the oil made its way down their shafts Sano watch the wolf’s muscles ripple under the tight skin on his back and chest.

“There,” Sano said after adding more oil to the stew. “Let me get the both of us ready for what’s next. I really need to do this, Saitou.” Clasping both hands around their cocks, Sano began to move his hips and pump his shaft in and out, rubbing himself between his fingers and Saitou’s cock.

Saitou bit his bottom lip; something that Sano never noticed the wolf doing before and it stirred Sano to buck against his hands and Saitou’s cock with even more enthusiasm.

“Oh shit, Saitou, you fucken turn me on! I could come right like this. Your balls— listen, listen Saitou…” Sano gasped for air. “Listen to our balls clap together, shit! I can’t believe how hot this is. You just got to let me fuck you, come on! Sit on my cock, Saitou—Please!”

“If I let you have intercourse, Sanosuke, will you promise me you’ll sleep through the night and not wake me for more?”

“Yeah, yeah! Whatever you want–just let me put it in you–Hurry!”

Saitou repositioned himself above Sano who was eagerly holding his straining organ vertical. He parted his buttocks and lowered it over Sano until he felt the head of Sano’s cock gently kissing his portal. The wolf tightened his lips, bared teeth, and slowly let himself descend down on Sano’s shaft.

“Fu…” Sano gasped. “Gaaaah, this is outrageously good! You’re so fucken tight I can’t believe it. What the hell, Saitou, you’re squeezing me like there’s no tomorrow! “ Sano gasped again and placed his hands on Saitou’s hips to hold the wolf steady. “Let me rest here a bit, Saitou. Hold steady, my fucken balls feel like they’re going to explode! You’re sucking on my cock with your ass and I can’t hold it if you move.”

“You are only about a half way in, Sanosuke. Why not insert it all the way and then take a breather.”

“Because, I’ll come, and I don’t want to do that—not fucking yet. You’re just too good, Saitou. Too fucking good.” Sano gasped again as he felt Saitou slide down his shaft again. “NO, Saitou, I’m asking you not to move. I’m going to come and it’ll be your fault!”

“My legs are tired and burning, my ass is being stretched, and you’re asking me not to move, “Saitou huffed. “I can think of more pleasurable ways of going about this.”

“Shit, Saitou… you really know how to kill the mood don’t you?”

“Isn’t that what you wanted, so you wouldn’t lose control so quickly?”

“Uh…” Sano paused for a second and realized he was now able to proceed without the fear of spilling his load right there and then, “…hey, you’re right! I feel that I can fuck you now without blasting off so soon.”

“Ahou,” Saitou whispered under his breath and lowered himself to engulf the second-winded young man.

“Oh Buddha! Is this really happening? How the hell are you holding onto my cock like that, hell?!” Sano looked up at Saitou’s face and absorbed the wolf’s dignified and proud appearance. He stared into Saitou’s golden eyes and adored the faraway look in them and wondered what the wolf was thinking of at that moment. Whatever it was that was on his lover’s mind, the look on Saitou’s face captivated him and pulled him in even deeper than he already was.

Saitou let out a low groan and bit his lower lip again as Sano moved freely in and out of him. By the way Sano was moving and sounding, he knew that the ex-fighter was about ready to give up his seed. Saitou lowered his hand to take his own shaft up and began to stork, timing his sexual release to peak along side Sano’s, for it would only take the wolf a few expert strokes to begin his climatic descent to completion.

“Shit… ohhh, shhhhhiii— I’m, I’m, there,” Sano practically screamed, announcing his arrival as he held onto Saitou’s hips. His raptus transport toward his arrival was so overwhelming that Sano’s moans of pure pleasure were locked in his throat, muffled; from the spasms his whole body experienced. “Oh… Saitou, Saitou!” Sano called out as he pushed himself as deep as he could go into Saitou, burying himself between the wolf’s internal tight grip and released his explosive deposit.

At that precise moment, Saitou locked on to Sano’s almond shaped eyes and was captivated by the ex-fighter’s dark round orbs that were overflowing immensely with sexual passion. The expression on the young man’s face, coupled with the sounds of Sano’s ascending cries just before he climaxed, was enough to send the wolf plummeting in successive, intense sensations that tore the wind, as well as his seed, from him. Saitou let out a roar, quite unlike any sound he’d ever uttered before, originating from the deepest, most primal part of him.

“My word, Sanosuke…” Saitou said, as he tried to catch his breath.

“Freaking shit!” Sano replied, equally out of breath and still trembling.
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