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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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“Damn you!” Horie swung his sword and blocked incoming strikes from the two, of the three men that came at him. The third man circled around the syndicate leader, and then he closed his distance, so that he could get a strike in. “If you’re thinking I’m out numbered, I can take on more than you would be capable of dishing out,” Horie shouted and moved slowly to his left. When Horie saw a third man arrive, he realized that he was cornered between the two buildings that wedged together.

“You may as well give up, we have you surrounded, and unless you’re a mountain ninja who is capable scaling the side of the building with one leap, the only other way to escape would be, through us,” Sugimura’s lead premises-guard boasted.

“Escape? Absurd!” Horie bombed out in laughter. “The thought of escaping never entered my mind. An encounter such as this is long overdue! I am delighted to have this opportunity to match you, and I will be elated when your blood is shed!”

“Besides…” Cho’s voice rang out over the fighting men conversation, “…you three don’t stand a chance with two mighty, talented, super–swift, and powerful swordsmen!”

The three men who faced Horie were surprised to see the bold character boast such words. Their attention was removed from Horie, for only a fraction of a second, but it was long enough for the syndicate leader to break from his corner. He swiftly struck the closest foe across the right shoulder, thus disarming the man, and rendered him useless.

Cho darted toward the man on the right, who was focused on Horie. It took the man extra time to refocus on Cho, but that was more than enough time for Cho to take advantage of. His attack was straightforward, and with a loud concentrated yell from the gut, Cho forcefully ran head on with the man. His arm bent at the elbow, he held his katana almost against his opposite shoulder, and his torso forward leaned.

The man, surprised at the speed of Cho’s aggressive attack, obviously underestimated Cho. Before he could pull his weapon around and ready himself for Cho’s attack, the man’s concentration faltered, which caused him to turn the advantage over to Cho.

Cho quickly advanced. Upon reaching his target he immediately threw his body weight in reverse and deliberately released his arm that held his katana. The move sent the blade forward in a frightening velocity, which struck his target with precision. The terrible blow sliced clear through the right arm of the enemy, severing the man’s arm at the shoulder. The sharp steel continued its course into the ribcage, where it awaited Cho’s finishing command. He angled his Katana for the final cut and lunged forward. His thrust sent his blade deeper into the man’s torso, and then through his spine. Cho twisted the blade with a quick right spin, and forced the blade to exit through the left side of his enemy, just under his ribcage.

The man stood there for few seconds in complete shock as his upper body slid off the two-legged platform that carried him trough life. The lower part of his body followed next and fell in a separate heap of flesh next to his torso, twitching in the steaming pools of red liquid that once carried life through his body.

Cho looked away from the dead pulp of flesh and realized that Horie had taken down the other two men who had him cornered. By then, there were bodies sprawled everywhere, out and about the front garden. There were more to be found throughout the compound, for Horie’s men, led by Serizawa and Mochi Hana, had been battling for the better part of an hour.

“Cho!” Mochi Hana happily greeted the worked up swordsman. “I had no idea you were partaking in our frenzy!” The ninja woman heartedly smiled and then giggled in a mischievous manner, as though welcoming Cho to a celebration party.

“Hey there purty ninja! I had to take care of some business of my own here. I beat that scumbag ninja who was trying to take me down. I showed him what a real boss swordsman is capable of doing!” Cho chuckled and then proudly held up his fist. With an upper cut swing gesture he said, “It’s too bad that shit-bag is not alive to tell everybody about it.” He immediately brought his hand to his lips and added, “Oops, pardon my foul language, purty ninja.”

“Oh, it’s quite alright, Cho. If blood and guts doesn’t offend me, I can assure you that foul language has even a lesser affect on me.”

“Even so, I’m am one of them rare, gentleman-type, persons and I make it a point to practice etiquette protocol. Most women find that aspect of myself irresistible,” Cho bragged with a grin so big it appeared to double the proportion of his mouth on his face.

Despite the fact that death surrounded them from all sides, Mochi Hana crossed her arms over her midsection to control her laughter. “Cho, you are certainly a prize!”

“Hmn, a lot of purty women tell me the very same thang! It seems like it would be impossible for me not to be charming, don’t it?”

The two were sharing a hearty laugh when Serizawa approached them.

“Seems to me that there is something very disrespectful to be engaging in bouts of laughter when the smell of blood lingers in the air,” Serizawa said as he draped his arm around Mochi Hana’s shoulder. He was definitely glad to see that she had come through the battle uninjured, but the way she usually behaved after a kill, unnerved Serizawa.

“Oh come now,” Mochi Hana said as she placed her arm around Serizawa’s waist and gave him a quick squeeze. “Don’t be such a dullard. If it weren’t for these little bouts of life and death situations, you would probably rot away with boredom.”

“Not if you were by my side to keep me occupied, and definitely not if we were busy raising children. That would certainly keep us both busy!”

Mochi Hana frowned and pulled her arm from around Serizawa’s waist and crossed them in front of her. “I was wondering how long it would take you to rub that subject in again.”

“I can’t help but talk about the desires of my heart, can I, Mochi-san?”

Mochi Hana sighed, put her hands on her hips and faced Serizawa. “I have no problem with that, but why you choose to discuss that topic now—I don’t understand. I’m sure that Cho here, does not appreciate having to hear the both of us carry on about it.”

The quibbling couple both looked over at Cho who was trying to remain aloof from that particular ridge of conversation.

“Hey you two! I hope you’re not trying to pull this single dude into the middle of your domestic squabble! In fact, what in Buddha’s reasoning are we standing around here when we should be hightailing it as far as we can get from this mess?”

Serizawa and Mochi Hana both glanced at one another. Realizing how petty it was to be standing there having such a conversation, they decided to drop the issue until a later time.

“I’ve already ordered my team to withdraw,” Mochi Hana said, and she turned to leave the scene.

“Horie and I took care of the survivors,” Serizawa reported before he was off in another direction.

Cho, being the only one standing idle, mumbled to himself. “I guess I’ll go fetch me a bath at the furoya!”

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“Yes, Kenshin I will probably see Miss Megumi tomorrow after I meet with the instructor at the Kosai Dojo. She is excited to share another one of her secret recipes with me. I think I’m beginning to catch on that there really is an art in cooking.”

Kenshin chuckled at the thought of Kaoru actually beginning to enjoy the art of putting meals together. It wasn’t too long ago when Kaoru had all of them at the dojo nearly gagging at mealtime. Whenever she tried her hand in creating special dishes, everyone looked for excuses not to have to eat at the dojo.

“You are getting better at it every time you learn something new. I’m glad you have decided to keep up with your lessons. Miss Megumi seems to enjoy cooking as much as she enjoys the medical field.”

“You know Kenshin, I’ve been so busy with helping Kosai-sensei with the demonstrations that it seems that I’m hardly here at the dojo anymore. I was thinking… maybe I’ll just come home early tomorrow and we can spend time together and catch up on things.”

Kenshin looked at the young lady who seemed eager to nudge their relationship forward. Recently, Kaoru focused most of her energies on getting the dojo moving financially again. She gotten the word out about Yahiko’s studies under Master Hiko, and he was soon to return and begin instructing the students at the Kamiya Dojo. In the meantime, Kaoru was doing her best to keep the dojo from folding before Yahiko got back.

“You shouldn’t let yourself be too concerned about us, Miss Kaoru. We’ll have lots of time when Yahiko gets back from Kyoto to catch up. In the mean time, I’ve been busy making the repairs and getting the dojo in shape to take on all the new students you’ll have coming here for discipline and instruction.”

“I guess you’re right,” Kaoru agreed with a smile of relief. “I didn’t want you to think that I wasn’t interested in working at, well…”

Kenshin’s attention was obviously diverted to the sound of the main house door.

“Would that be Aoshi?” Kaoru asked as she tried to listen to any other sound to follow.

“I don’t hear anything, “ Kenshin replied. “It must be Aoshi.”

Aoshi did round the corner and appeared through the gathering room’s doorway. “I saw the light here while I was on my way to the bathhouse,” Aoshi said and bowed in greeting.

Kenshin had to make a conscious effort to steady his breathing when he saw Aoshi appear through the darkened doorway. The shinobi was unmistakably radiating with heat, and the shimmer of lust streamed from his blue eyes was most apparent to the ex-hitokiri.

“Have you eaten, Aoshi? Allow me to fix you something,” Kaoru immediately started to take to her feet to tend to him.

“Thank you, but it is not necessary. I am very tired and need to clean up before I turn in for the night,” Aoshi nodded his head slightly and then glanced at Kenshin. “I didn’t mean to interrupt, please forgive me.”

“Oh, you didn’t interrupt at all, Aoshi-san. In fact, it would be nice if you could join us,” Kaoru said trying to persuade him to spend some time with them.

“It is late, and I have an early morning tomorrow. If you will excuse me…”

Aoshi left without another word and proceeded to the bathhouse. He didn’t quite appreciate finding Kenshin with Kaoru, but it looked innocent enough. Then again, Aoshi purposefully made a little noise upon entering the main house with the door. If he truly was in shinobi mode, he could very well have made his presence unknown to Kenshin and Kaoru. Nonetheless, Aoshi desired to be greeted by Kenshin.

The shinobi knew that Kenshin needed to know that he had gotten back safely. In his line of work, one never knows the outcome of any battle, for there is always a stronger person than oneself. It was only a matter of time until one finds an equal, or even a stronger opponent.

He stripped off his clothes and sighed a breath of relief. None of the blood that had dried sections of his shinobi shizoku to his skin was his blood. There was a part of him that desired to retire and live his life differently, but the stronger side of Aoshi, couldn’t simply settle for a mundane existence.

Although Aoshi felt the evening’s work in his joints and bones, he was still yearning to meet with Kenshin. Even while in the midst of battle the shinobi held the ex-hitokiri close in his mind, and in his heart. Aoshi never imagined that he could feel this way again, not after the grief he endured losing a part of his life when he lost his men. The memory urged the shinobi to desire his lover’s arms even more. There was something about Kenshin that brought Aoshi peace. Perhaps it was Kenshin’s will never to kill again that gave Aoshi hope, in that, such a life was possible for him a well.

After Aoshi completed his thorough cleansing, he headed toward his dorm room. Of course he glanced up to see if the alcove at the main house was still lit. He let out a sigh when he saw that, indeed, the candle was still lit, casting a warm subdued glow against the back wall. Disappointed, the shinobi resigned to the idea of catching up on some restful sleep. He still remained grateful that he didn’t have to make the trip to Kyoto the following day. He was hopeful that he and the ex-hitokiri would be able to find time to share in intimacy then. After all, the heat of battle, the excitement and the fact that he didn’t have to be separated from Kenshin was all churning desire in him.

The shinobi was slightly short of making it to the corner of the dorm room, but a warning flashed through his senses that demanded him to react. He stood in place, crouched low and unsheathed one of his kodachi thinking that it may be one of Sugimura’s shinobi who followed him there to lay in wait, and try to catch Aoshi off guard.

“Show yourself,” Aoshi demanded.”

“I will gladly show myself, but if I do so now, you would not be able to contain yourself from ravaging my body, that you would not.”

“Himura-san.” Aoshi called out toward the darkness before him with not a hint of emotion in his voice, yet, deep within, his heart leaped with jubilance.

Kenshin stepped out from the corner of the building that concealed his visual presence. “This man is definitely glad to see that you have succeeded in your evening task,” Kenshin said as he bowed a greeting to the handsome shinobi. If you would allow me to exhibit my pleasure in seeing you, I am confident that you will be pleased as well, Aoshi-san.”

Without another word, Aoshi bowed, sheathed his weapon and continued his way to his dorm room, only this time; Kenshin shadowed the elated, felicitous man.

“Do you feel it too, Himura-san,” Aoshi asked as he unlatched the door to his dorm room.

“Hmn, It was difficult for me to think on much else other than your return.”

Aoshi turned to face Kenshin before entering the room and asked in a low expecting tone, “Are you free for the rest of the night?”

“That I am,” Kenshin ushered the handsome shinobi into the room rather impatiently, and secured the door behind them. “Aoshi, I do not pretend to understand the reason behind my desire to be with you in this way, but I find myself driven,” the ex-hitokiri murmured quietly in the darkness that seemed to engulf the two.

Aoshi stepped forward and drew Kenshin close. “Does being driven disturb you?” He asked, as he felt Kenshin’s breathing quicken when he pushed his arousal against the swordsman.

“I will be honest with you and tell you that it troubles me when my control is being possessed by someone other than myself. Earlier today, Aoshi…” Kenshin paused, able to see Aoshi in grayish tones as his eyes adjusted to the darkness that surrounded them, “…earlier today, before you left to tend to your task. I looked at you and you were breathtaking. I did not want to let you go, but I wanted to force you to stay and relieve the maddening desire I had burning inside of me. I tried to ignore the feeling, but I was overcome, and relieved myself in the privacy of my dorm room.”

Aoshi immediately felt the sensual pressure build between his legs as he listened to his lover’s confession of self-pleasure. The thought of Kenshin masturbating due to being lustfully captivated by him had the shinobi sexually excited beyond concealment. His fundoshi swelled, forcing a noticeable bulge at the front of his kimono, which he pushed up against Kenshin even more forcefully now.

“I feel like I have missed something very special, perhaps you will show me how you went about relieving yourself?” Aoshi suggested.

“Oro?”

“Mmmn,” Aoshi hummed, and dropped his hands to unravel his fundoshi. “I desire to see just exactly how you went about pleasuring yourself.”

A little embarrassed, Kenshin found the shinobi’s request intensely exciting. He dropped his hand to his fully erect organand looked on at Aoshi’s unrestrained sexual self-frolic. “Aoshi…” Kenshin whispered, exhaling his lust out loud. “I will have to lay on the futon.”

“Is that what you did when you were thinking about me earlier today?”

“Hmn, yes…” Kenshin replied, barely able to speak without his voice trembling within his throat.

Aoshi dropped his fundoshi in a pile at his foot and eagerly watched Kenshin make his way to the futon to replay the motions he went through earlier.

Kenshin didn’t mind pleasuring Aoshi in this fashion, not in the least. In fact, the swordsman found his fingers trembling as he parted the front of his kimono and exposed his milky-white skin that wrapped tightly around his legs. He laid his back against the soft futon and dropped his knees apart, reached down and placed his hands upon the forth-stretched fundoshi that veiled his manhood. He began to rub there as he sensed Aoshi’s eyes taking in his show.

Aoshi had his erection already in his hand, and he slowly massaged the pearly drop of moisture into the head of his penis. Doing so sent quickened pleasure straight through his spine. The prickly sensations gathered around the nipples on his chest, and it sent his breath speeding through his lungs and nostrils. The sensations were so delicious that the shinobi used his free hand to calm the acute feelings by running his fingertips over his sternum and then across to his nipple, pinching the perky flesh between his thumb and index finger.

“Kenshin-san… Show me what you did to yourself when you thought of me, alone, in your room. I want to see you manage yourself, as if I weren’t here watching you.”

Elated, the swordsman moaned, “Come forward Aoshi, I would like to see you too. Kenshin moved his fundoshi to the side, and he freed his terribly excited erection. His eyes were trained on Aoshi’s hand as he enjoyed each stroke the shinobi exercised on himself. “Aoshi,” Kenshin moaned in his signature tone of voice, “you look very inviting. Mmm, that you do!”

The shinobi, extremely desiring, moved closer to Kenshin and knelt beside him.

“I like the way you are able to reposition yourself, and yet, not miss a stroke,” Kenshin complimented Aoshi.

“I do not want to miss even one single stroke when I watch you.”

Another groan smoothly escaped Kenshin’s throat.

Aoshi reached down, while still stroking his swollen shaft, and slipped his fingers between his lover’s legs and cupped the tight testicles between his fingers. He kneaded them gently, one at a time. Aoshi was thrilled at the pleasure he was having by feeling Kenshin’s tender sacks. The mere sight of the erotic scene was enough to ascend the shinobi toward almost losing complete control.

On the receiving end, Kenshin felt the most saturating, engulfing sensations that rapidly spread through the lower half of his body as a result of Aoshi’s fondling. The ex-hitokiri arched his back, and then he began to pump his cock harder—faster. It was obvious that Kenshin passed through the barrier of preliminary participation. He was totally given over to the pleasure of his immediate situation.

“Spread your legs wider,” Aoshi instructed. “Wider, yes. Just like that. I want to feel the crack of your ass against my fingers while I play with your sacks. They are so tight, Kenshin—perfect.

Kenshin was beside himself with pleasure. He was barely able to keep from pumping himself to oblivion, but he wanted to have the sensations continue and build, until he could absolutely hold off no longer from giving in to what was ahead. Just around the corner was the enviable, climatic punctuation that would only draw the two men closer, and unite them in the most intimate way.

Aoshi was fixed on the sight of Kenshin. He joined Kenshin in the stroking frenzy, headed for the very same place of abandoning self-control and giving over to the primal need to ejaculate his liquid core onto his mate. He desired to spill his seed onto Kenshin’s sex. The urge increased, until Aoshi could no longer resist getting up off his heels and drape himself over Kenshin until his organ was lined up with the ex-hitokiri’s manhood. With his other arm supporting him, Aoshi watched below, his hand pumping up the liquid hotness to the very tip of his shaft. Just short of coming in contact with Kenshin’s throbbing shaft, Aoshi moved his hips, lowering his cock against Kenshin’s rhythmatically urgent strokes.

As Kenshin watched Aoshi position himself over his straining cock, the sexual sight was more than he could tolerate. As much as the ex-hitokiri wanted to postpone the conclusion of their sexual escapade he thrust his hip forward pushing his cock onward to soar the sensual heavens until the onset of his explosive discharge ripped his breath from him.

The fountain of Kenshin’s sexual blast splashed against Aoshi’s organ, which caused the shinobi’s violent eruption, pumping his molten solution to mix with Kenshin’s liquid musk. The men immediately joined their cocks together, side by side, as they pumped their remaining reservoir dry onto themselves and held on to their shafts as one unit. The sloshing wet sounds that their penises were making together between their gripping fingers, eventually came to a stop.

Aoshi, though out of breath, praised his equally flustered lover. “Kenshin-san, you were absolutely exquisite in your performance tonight. There truly aren’t any words to describe what took place here, and how much I enjoyed you.” He released his grip from their extensions and laid next to Kenshin on the futon.

Kenshin looked over at his partner and grinned gloriously. He felt an overwhelming flood of relaxation wash over him, which he didn’t have the words to relay to his lover. Instead he turned his head and peered into his partner’s blue orbs that sparkled even in the darkness, and he said, “I certainly have not confronted anything like this before you.”

“Hmn, I agree with you Himura-san. I am glad we decided to pursue this relationship.”

“It has been so long since passion was a part of me. I used to feel passionate for a lot of things. Passionate for Japan’s progress and circumstances. I was passionate to the point of killing others for the ideals I believed in. When I took another person’s life for the sake of Japan, the satisfaction of changing the future of Japan was like a climatic release. I thought passion for me was a thing of the past.” Kenshin took a deep breath, and sighed. “Aoshi, until you entered my life, I thought that part of me was dead. Since I have met with one as passionate as myself, I feel this passion surging through my veins once again.”

“I too felt the lack of passion, but I am now finding it again in you, Himura-san.”

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“Why are you moving around so much?” Saitou demanded rather grumpily after having been woken up by his fidgeting mate. “Sanosuke, may I remind you that you made a promise to me that you wouldn’t be asking for more favors if I’d agree to let you penetrate me.”

“I’m not asking for favors, I just need to go pee, but I don’t want to get out of bed.”

“Well, if you think you’ll stay in bed and keep me awake by your churning, I will take it upon myself to kick your resistant rear-end out of this bed for you.”

“I’ll have you know, that the reason why I don’t want to get out of bed is because I don’t want to leave your side. It is not because I am being lazy.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes! That is so!”

Silence.

“Why don’t you come with me? I’ll let you hold it when I pee.”

“Ahou.”

“Come on, Saitou. I don’t know why you don’t want to fool around a bit.”

“If you think fooling around is holding onto another man’s penis while he relieves himself, then I think I need to rethink having a relationship with you.”

“Shit, you’re no fun sometimes, you know that?”

Sano got out of bed and grumbled all the way to the edge of the porch outside. He adjusted his sleeping member to relieve itself on command. “Ahhhh… that a boy, you still have me to hold you, even though Saitou just wants to use you when he needs the other kind of relief.”

“Oh… Is that so?”

“Saitou?!” You freaking startled me, and I almost peed on myself.”

“How many times have I asked you to shut the door when you pass through? I refuse to be host to the mosquitoes when you let them in.”

“Damn, I ran out of piss. After all, you did come out here to hold my pee-thing while I went, right?”

“Ahou.”

Sano sheepishly wandered over to Saitou who had already lit a smoke. He tucked his body under the wolf’s arm and wrapped his arms around Saitou’s waist. “Why did you come outside? Was it because you couldn’t stand being apart from me?” He chuckled and then added, “Hell, you love me, don’t you?”

Saitou drew the young, playful man closer to him and gave Sano a little peck on the neck. He didn’t ignore the fact that it felt so grand to have someone to hold and converse with. Sano was filling a big part in his life, and he couldn’t help but feel the bond between them tighten. Could this really mean that the wolf was actually falling in love?

“Sanosuke.”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me?”

“On your lips?”

“No, on my ass!” Saitou exclaimed. “Where the hell else?”

“I just thought I’d make sure, so I can give it to you the way you would like it.”

“I’m going to bed,” the wolf said, and flicked his smoke to the side.

Sano quickly followed his mate back into the house and into the big, comfortable western style bed.

“Saitou?”

“Hmn?”

“Were you being serious about wanting me to kiss your ass?”

“Ahou!”

“Okay, okay...” Sano snuggled against the wolf’s arm, sighed deeply, and let his eyelids drape over his eyes.
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