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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 can’t help but feel there something missing, Kenshin,” Kaoru said. She was growing very impatient with the way her relationship was going, or wasn’t going with Kenshin. It had been weeks that Kenshin seemed to avoid the topic of their relationship, and Kaoru was beginning to worry. Was it something she said or did that caused Kenshin to be so detached? Was it something she should be doing? Kaoru couldn’t think on much else, but she wondered how it should be with him.

“It is certainly unfortunate that you are feeling this way, Miss Kaoru. Is there anything that I can do to help you?” Kenshin asked. He couldn’t help but feel responsible for Kaoru’s frustration, especially with all that Kenshin put her through when he went after Shishio.

“Well,” she hesitated, and then said, “you have to tell me what’s going on, Kenshin.”

“What do you mean?”

“It is like you avoid the very topic of—us. When I try to discuss working at our relationship, or even if I ask you where we stand in it, you change the subject, or suggest we discuss something else.” Kaoru looked into those violet eyes of the man she’d fallen in love with a long time ago, hoping to find something there. “Is it I, Kenshin?” She began to tremble noticeably.

By then Kenshin was feeling extremely guilty. Of course he knew why he had been so aloof with Kaoru. Not intentionally wanting to avoid her, but rather his preoccupation with Aoshi hadn’t gone unnoticed by Kaoru. Still, the young lady hadn’t successfully figured out the reasons for Kenshin’s disinterest.

Kenshin sighed, not wanting to discuss the matter, but also, he didn’t want to cause Kaoru any more stress and concern. He did only what he thought would help ease her anxieties. Kenshin took hold of her shoulders and urged her to move closer to him.

“Miss Kaoru, I do not wish to cause you to be burdened with this. Perhaps I am feeling at loss. Ever since I returned from Kyoto, I have not done much of anything. I am not sure what it is that I want to do, and at the same time, I do not want to cause you concern. That, I do not want to do.”

“Do you mean I am keeping you from feeling productive?” Kaoru asked as she tried to understand Kenshin.

“I just don’t wish to cause you anymore concern. After the Shishio incident, I want to keep you from anything like that again.”

“Does that mean you care about me, Kenshin?” Kaoru finally broke a smile on her face and awaited his answer. She wanted, so much, for Kenshin to be more verbal, and even physical, about having a relationship that would be considered more than a friendship. Sure, she knew he felt that she was special to him, but he was never openly romantic with her.

Kenshin smiled at her and his heart warmed. “That I do, Miss Kaoru.”

“Oh Kenshin, I knew you felt something for me! I wasn’t about to give up hope!”, she exclaimed very excitedly and threw her arms around Kenshin’s neck. Before she thought about what she was doing, she instinctively pressed her full lips against his. She had never done that before, but she was too excited to hesitate expressing what she felt within her.

Her behavior stunned Kenshin. Such forwardness on her part dazed him for a brief moment. Kaoru was never so straightforward when it came to showing any physical desire toward him. It wasn’t as though the kiss she lavished on him didn’t appeal to him, in fact, Kenshin found it to be rather pleasant. Soft and sweet, soothing, in a tender way. It surprised him. Kaoru actually took control of the situation and advanced.

Kenshin couldn’t reason. A part of him wanted to embrace the young woman in his arms, feel her warmth next to him and throw inhibitions to the wind. After all, it was only natural. He was a man, and she, a woman. It was the most natural, normal behavior between two human beings. But then, why was he suddenly flooded with compunction?

The actual kiss was fleeting. It ended as quickly as it began, but in the midstream, it was very intense. If it weren’t for Kenshin’s apprehension, they more than likely would have advanced from first base and totally laid to rest Kaoru’s concerns. But as it stood, the action only bought Kenshin a little more time from being questioned by Kaoru about their relationship.

Kenshin spoke to her gently and placed a kiss on her cheek. “I don’t want you to worry about me—about us. However, I do need some time to find my heading. It seems that everyone knows where they are headed, but I.”

“I understand, Kenshin, and I’m sorry for being such a cry-baby about our relationship. I’m afraid I’m being selfish,” Kaoru said as she glanced up from Kenshin to Aoshi who had just walked in.

“I hope I’m not interrupting, but I am returning the tea-ware I used last night,” Aoshi said as he held up the tray, walked over to the kitchen’s prep table and sat it down. He turned to face the couple that was still standing in their embrace. “Kaoru-san, I will not have to leave on mission until this evening. Please allow me to help with the deeds around the dojo, so to fulfill my obligation for my staying here.”

“Don’t be silly! I don’t want you to feel obligated. Especially not after allowing us to stay at your place in Kyoto while we were there,” Kaoru said.

“I insist,” Aoshi persisted. “It is better for me to do something, rather than be idle.”

Kaoru thought about it for a minute. “Hmmm, now that you mentioned it… since Sanosuke isn’t here to do the bathhouse, why don’t you help Kenshin with tending to it?” Kaoru giggled, and then added, “Besides, there’s nothing like a hot bath to come home to after having done demonstrations at the Kosai Dojo! Which I’ll be late to if I don’t hurry and start on my way!”

Kaoru turned and gave Kenshin a peck on the cheek. “I shouldn’t be late tonight, but just incase I am, you can start the meal this evening!”

Kenshin’s heart felt as though it was going to explode at the rate it was pounding against his chest. He didn’t want Aoshi to get the wrong idea, and at the same time, he didn’t want Kaoru to suspect that Aoshi had anything to do with his aloofness. He felt like the world was crashing in on him, knowing that Aoshi wasn’t too thrilled to have his lover in someone else’s arms other than his own.

“That I’ll do,” Kenshin said to Kaoru, and quickly looked up at Aoshi to gauge the shinobi’s mood. Kenshin didn’t like seeing the look in Aoshi’s eyes. There were cold, piercing and deathly serious. He could plainly see that the shinobi wasn’t in the least bit joyous. Kenshin felt possessed by Aoshi.

Aoshi didn’t say a single word. Silence followed the man outside as he left Kenshin standing there in the kitchen alone. Yes, he was disappointed with what he had witnessed going on between Kenshin and Kaoru, but he was confident that Kenshin was working things out. After all, it was Aoshi who slipped into the ex-hitokiri’s life and caused a wedge between the couple. But then again, the sight of the couple together was like a tantou slowly cutting through his heart.

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“Hisomu, I can’t do this, I am so tired from last night’s celebration,” Mitsu pleaded with her man when she realized upon awakening, that he had his hand rubbing the inside of her thigh.

“Mitsu-san, you know how I much I need you after a kill. I haven’t touched you since the slaughter. I needed you last night, but allowed you to sleep off the sake after the celebration. Haven’t I been more than gracious to you?” Horie continued to caress Mitsu’s soft, warm thigh in wait for a more positive response. When she said nothing more, Horie moved his hand up to the warmth of her folds. He began to fondle her between his fingers, hoping that it would help her be more responsive.

Mitsu reluctantly opened her eyes to look steadily at Horie. She wanted to please him, but her heart hesitated. She immediately thought of the funny man with the great smile and sensitive heart—Cho. It would be wonderful to have Cho awaken her one morning with desire to lie on top of her and seek entrance. She was sure she would not hesitate to receive him, wholly and willingly.

By that time Horie was anxious about his need to ease the savage acts he had committed the other night with his sword. The mixed emotions of lust, and death, had always stirred his more primal desire to unite the two by the procurement of the two through sexual culmination.

“I must have you now,” Horie demanded and slipped his finger between Mitsu’s womanhood, causing her to take in a deep breath. “I wish for you to want this, Mitsu-san. Open yourself for me,” the driven lust filled man said as he began to probe deeper into her.

Mitsu moaned. Feeling a bit groggy from the sake she drank the night before, but still well able to feel the heat rise between her legs. She obeyed Horie and spread her thighs wider for him to access her.

“Ahhh, yes, my flower. This is how I want you to welcome me. I need your flesh, your live, blood ridden flesh to encircle me. I want you more than ever, to hold me inside of you, tightly."

Horie withdrew his fingers from Mitsu’s stimulated and readied love chamber. He pushed her legs apart even wider to accommodate the width of his hips as he lowered himself down upon her and placed his erection against her well-prepared tunnel. He felt the tip of his cock make its connection. It was his turn to gasp. She was very hot, pulsating with living blood cells that gave her skin the awesome glow of life.

“Yesss, this is exactly what I need from you, Mitsu. Your living, blood-filled flesh so I can ease my fleshly sword deep inside of you.” Horie hissed air quickly from between his lips as he spread her feminine folds with his rather large, eager organ. His testicles quickly tightened and choked up the seminal fluid tightly into his sexual pipe that led from there to the tip of his penis. The pressure was outstanding, but the pleasure, intense. “Ahhh, my Mitsu, you are exquisitely delicious wrapped around me. I feel your life holding onto me.”

Mitsu shut her eyes tightly and turned her face away from Horie’s words. It was his voice that bothered her. The words he spoke were not of love, but rather of a deep rooted, perverted lust. His desire for sexual release was spawned by the lives he bled out under his sword. No, Horie’s sexual expressions were not birthed by his desire for Mitsu. She knew that in her heart. She wanted Horie to love her, but was well aware that his love had its foothold in death, and she was there, as his tool, to bring his bloody ritual into completion.

“Do you know how glorious it felt Mitsu-san?” Horie whispered the question into her ear, his mouth drooling with hungry, deathly passion. The heat of his moist, hot breath sent the surface of the woman’s skin to crawl, overwhelmingly, with tiny goose bumps.

Horie went on to say, “After taking their lives, there was silence all around me.” Horie ran his tongue along Mitsu’s jawbone, then to her cheek and continued to say, “After the silence, I felt the heat of their bodies rise from their blood. When I bent down to touch their skin, I saw that empty look in their eyes, and I felt their coldness upon their flesh, for their heat escaped from their bodies.”

Mitsu struggled under him, horrified at the very words he was speaking to her. But he held her under him, pushing himself deeper, harder into her with each word he spoke.

Horie groaned against Mitsu’s bare shoulder, breathing even more hotly, he gasped and said, “ Mitsu, I looked around and realized… I killed them all!” Horie began to force himself into Mitsu, much faster, with a shorter stride. He continued to breathe his hot breath upon her throat. “Did you hear what I said?”

“Yes, Hisomu-san,” Mitsu replied with little gasps of breath as Horie prodded her depths with his stiffened measurement. “You killed all of the people,” Mitsu repeated Horie’s words, rather choppily.

Horie let out a terrible, chill-filled yell as he burst his liquid essence inside of Mitsu. The force was so great and the quantity massive, that it bathed the inside of Mitsu completely, and sloshed out in a rushing spill. Horie smoothed out his thrusts in his climatic dissolution until he finally stopped, lowered his head, and rested it on Mitsu’s shoulder. He sighed deeply.

There was no climax for Mitsu, for it took all her energy to endure Horie’s perverted appetites. She gently put her arms around Horie’s shoulders and stroked his back. Comforting him, calming him.

Horie withdrew his member from Mitsu’s offering. He was satisfied, and his lusts quenched. He shifted his position to lie next to Mitsu. He easily propped himself up by his elbow, and looked at his mate who had always been there in that way for him. He kissed Mitsu’s forehead and smiled.

“This is much better,” Mitsu said as she smiled back at her mate. “You seem to be more relaxed and the tension I felt earlier from you is now gone.”

“I am grateful, Mitsu-san. I realize how much you do for me, and how much of yourself you sacrifice for me. Your reward for that, Mitsu-san, is the welfare of your mother and sister, which I will not forget. I will include them with a double portion in celebration as well!”

“Arigatou gosaimas, Hisomu-san! This makes Mitsu very happy!”

“I have told you before, Mitsu… If you are willing to cater to my needs, I shall see to it that your family in Izu will be cared for. Perhaps I will even allow you passage to check on them yourself one day.” Horie added the suggestion since he was in such a good mood, thanks to Mitsu.

Mitsu grinned from ear to ear. Could Horie be telling her the truth? Will she really get to see her family? If that were possible, she had just found renewed strength to endure being Horie’s physical puppet. It would all be worth it.

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“Shit I haven’t felt this tired since the last time I’ve been to Kyoto looking for you,” Sano said as he and Saitou made their way down the busy street.

Saitou smirked at what Sano just said, remembering how he had found the young man on the jail floor staring up at him with those big brown, almond-shaped eyes of his. How Saitou had come to appreciate those eyes in his life now, while back then, he can remember how alluring they were, but hadn’t a clue back then as to what it was going to lead up to.

“Down this road,” Saitou pointed, “we’ll stay at the same place I occupied while I was here the last time. It’s out of the way, yet not too far from where we need to be going.”

“Sounds good to me!” Sano exclaimed a bit anxious to shake the dust from his feet and get some real rest. The train ride from Tokyo was less to be desired for Sano. Although quite over his fear of train rides, it was still impossible for the young man to get any rest on board.

“There will be no resting until tonight, when it is time to rest. We’re not in Kyoto to holiday,” Saitou sneered at the one track-minded young man. “There are a lot of things to see to, especially if you want to fit in a visit to Yahiko.”

“Hell yeah, I want to see Yahiko. I’m not looking forward to meeting up with Hiko, Kenshin’s master. I heard he was one heck of a conceited son-of-a-bitch.”

Saitou smirked at that, unsure what to think of Kenshin Himura’s master, but had already decided to respect the man because of his knowledge, and dedication to the Battojutsu style, Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu. Regardless of Hiko Seijuro’s attitude toward life and the people around him, the man was in a class of itself and highly praised.

“Hmn, that is one way a person might view the man,” Saitou said. "As for myself, I give the man credit to have tolerated Himura for as long as he had, having to raise such an inadequate student.”

“Yeah, Kenshin can be stubborn. When he sets his mind to something, he usually sees it through. That’s why he and his master had that falling out a long time ago when Kenshin left his master to side with the Choshu.”

“Ahhh, and his return to his master, later, to learn the ultimate technique from Hiko before meeting up with Shishio,” Saitou said.

“Yeah, I can’t believe Kenshin actually learned the technique, but I guess he had it in him all along. Now Kenshin’s the fourteenth successor of Hiten Misturugi-ryu, but refuses to pass it on, even to Yahiko.”

Saitou chuckled, “I’m taking it that is the reason why Yahiko is training under Hiko now?”

“Yeah, but I doubt if Kenshin’s master will teach Yahiko the ultimate move. The master’s obligation to pass it on had been met when Kenshin went back to him for the final training. Oh, by the way, Master Hiko changed his name and now answers to Ni’itsu Kakunoshin. He’s living out the rest of his life in recluse as a ceramic artist as a cover.”

“Hmmm, that’s curious,” Saitou rubbed his chin in wonder. “If the guy is as popular as people say he is, and well adored by so many women, as his reputation claims him to be, why would he have gone into seclusion?”

Sano shrugged his shoulders. “Beats me. But if he was really a hermit, I don’t think he would have agreed to let Yahiko train under him.”

Saitou nodded toward a row of two story buildings and headed for the front. “This will be home for a while. We’ll drop off our gear and freshen up.”

“Then food? You know those musubi Kenshin made for us is long gone and my stomach is feeding on itself already. “

The men took care of the necessary details in order to secure a room. Saitou enjoyed the fact that he wasn’t rooming alone, but Sano would be sharing space with him. The wolf recalled the last time he stayed at that particular inn. He definitely had Sano on his mind. In fact, he was at battle with his thoughts over it, feeling less than comfortable at the time to be harboring such reprobate images about another man. Saitou had no idea then that things were going to lead up to what was currently going on between he and Sano.

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“It looks like you got things well under control here,” Kenshin said as he saw that Aoshi practically gotten the bath bin emptied and firewood stacked under the floor in the bath oven.

“Hmn, I started with the chore seeing that you were occupied with Kaoru.”

Kenshin chuckled nervously and glanced up at the tall shinobi. “I’m not sure if I offended you back then. Miss Kaoru was having a difficult time with my aloofness, that she was.”

“Himura-san, there is no need for explanations, I am sure you feel it necessary to be physical with her, we need not discuss it any further.”

Kenshin persisted to question Aoshi. He could very well feel that all was not right between them, and Kenshin felt there was more to what Aoshi was feeling than he was letting on.

“It is something about you I sense, Aoshi. Could we please take a little time to discuss the matter? Miss Kaoru has left the dojo to do the demonstration. I do not like this uneasiness between us. The time we spend together, the moments we share, are very important to me. Will you not try to talk with me about what it is you are thinking?"

Aoshi set the bamboo bucket down and glanced over at Kenshin standing by the bathhouse doorway. It was obvious he was terribly concerned. The tension shown on his face and his shoulders were stiff. He just stood there, back erect, chin high, as though he was preparing to pull forth his sword from its sheath. He walked directly up to the ex-hitokiri and stood. He silently eyed the look on Kenshin’s face as though he was determining what he should do next.

Kenshin took a step forward closing the distance between them, until his hakama brushed the front of Aoshi’s kimono. He was reluctant to reach out and place his hand on the shinobi. Not quite sure how Aoshi would respond, he held off, and waited a moment.

“What is it that you want me to say, Himura? Is knowing how I feel important for you to know?”

“Hai,” Kenshin nodded.

“Then I will tell you…” Aoshi reached for Kenshin’s hair knot behind his head, took hold of it along with a handful of hair and yanked the swordsman toward him. With his free hand, he took hold of Kenshin’s jaw between his thumb and fingers forcing their eyes to meet. Aoshi held Kenshin there for a moment. Quite a long moment, just looking into the ex-hitokiri violet eyes, searching, peering deep within the man.

“What is it that you see, Aoshi?”

“I see you, Kenshin Himura. I see you as mine, and mine alone. If you do want to know what I felt when I saw you in the arms of another, I will tell you.”

Kenshin’s neck began to tighten in the awkward position. Aoshi had the swordsman’s head drawn back against the shoulders and pulled on his hair even harder. Kenshin shut his eyes, then opened them again. He noticed that Aoshi was frowning then; his gaze was tainted with anger.

“Tell me, Aoshi-san. Tell me what it was that you felt.”

“I felt you being drawn away from me. I felt the pain of losing you to another, and I couldn’t do anything about it but just let you go. I do not want to live with that feeling, Himura. I want you! Do you not understand that?”

“I understand, Aoshi.”

“Do you?” Aoshi questioned with a sarcastic tone. He released his hold on Kenshin’s jaw then dropped that hand around the swordsman, slid it down behind his back until it reached the tucks of Kenshin’s ass. Aoshi squeezed him tightly there, and pulled the body against his own. “Do you understand that I want you to belong to me? What I want is your heart, your soul and even your desires.” Aoshi squeezed Kenshin’s buttocks again, harder than before.

Kenshin felt the power behind the shinobi’s hold. He heard the demand in Aoshi’s voice, recognized it as a command, and though he didn’t feel in the least bit threatened by it, Kenshin felt desired. Better still, he felt controlled by the shinobi. It was a feeling that he longed for all his life, but for the first time, he felt engulfed in it, but strangely, not overpowered.

“Hai, Aoshi-san, I do understand, because it is what I want too. I want you to have me; I desire your control over me. I wish to surrender to you.”

“Then why must you let her touch you?”

“Miss Kaoru does not touch my body the way you do, Aoshi. You have admittance to the very core, even my essence, if you should desire so.”

Aoshi pushed his lips forcibly against Kenshin’s mouth and drove his tongue deep within.

Kenshin, rather desiring Aoshi in the same way, met Aoshi’s forceful kiss aggressively.

Aoshi released Kenshin buttocks, parted the kiss and stepped back from the ex-hitokiri, as if to examine the person whom wanted to possess. He reached for Kenshin’s kimono lapels and intensely pried them apart, exposing Kenshin’s chest.

“Do you want to belong to me, Kenshin Himura?” Aoshi asked, and placed both of his hands upon Kenshin bare, smooth chest. His fingers eagerly explored the dips and mounds of his form, finally finding the two darkened nipples on either side. “Do you want to be mine?” Aoshi again asked, this time with sternness that sent a chill up the swordsman’s spine.

“Yes, that I do,” Kenshin moaned as he felt Aoshi’s fingers close around the flesh that perked upon his chest. They were hard and desiring of Aoshi’s touch and firm pinches the shinobi was administering. His arousal strained under his clothing and he knew, beyond the shadow of doubt, that Aoshi truly mastered his body and desires.

“Kneel, Kenshin… kneel before me and take me into your mouth. I think I’ll have you that way, this time. But first, disrobe for me. Let me look at you.”

Kenshin quickly obeyed and removed his garments. While doing so, he glanced over at Aoshi, and realized that the shinobi was doing the same, as well. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Aoshi’s slender build and many scars he has mapped across the upper torso. For whatever reason, Kenshin found it to be the most stimulating vision he’d ever seen. Each mark on Aoshi’s body told a story of the incredible life the shinobi led.

Aoshi admired Kenshin’s smaller physique as well. Even though the swordsman was smaller than Aoshi in size, he was in top shape and sturdy, as one would expect an expert swordsman to be. Kenshin hadn’t taken as many blows to the body as Aoshi had, but there were a few sizable scars left by some rather fierce battles. Two in particular stood out that were from Shishio and Saitou. Both on the same side of his body, both rough and lifted above the rest of his fair skin, marked almost identical in size, were kisses of near-death, very few men had the privilege of leaving upon the legend Hitokiri Battousai.

“Come to me,” Aoshi ordered, his gaze locked on the swordsman’s wet mouth, full of desire. “I have a desire to claim your mouth. After all, you allowed it to betray me today.”

“Oro?” Kenshin was surprised that Aoshi used such a hard word.

“Did your lips not find its way onto your Miss Kaoru?” Aoshi asked, taking Kenshin by the chin when the swordsman knelt before him.

Kenshin was certainly surprised to be questioned by the shinobi in that way. “The only time I allow affection to pass between she and I is only when the situation begs reassurance. My lusts and desires belong to you.”

Aoshi cupped his hand under Kenshin’s jaw and tilted it upward so to see into the swordsman’s eyes. With his other hand, he placed his index finger against Kenshin’s lower lip and ran it along its edge. Then he did the same to the top lip.

“These lips, belong to me as well, Kenshin Himura.” He paused, inserted his finger pass Kenshin’s lips and slowly made entry, sliding his finger past the teeth, until he hand his index resting upon the swordsman’s tongue. “This mouth… also belongs to me.” He entered another finger into Kenshin’s mouth and began to probe the moist oral cavern as if preparing it for what was to come next.

Kenshin knelt there and allowed Aoshi access to his mouth, excitement building, anticipating the depth of exploration they just embarked on. He desired all of Aoshi, as well, but surrendering to the shinobi in this fashion had Kenshin excited to no end. His heart pounded against this chest, he felt himself swimming in the lust Aoshi was feeding him through the very touch of his fingers that were probing him.

“You are very alluring, Himura,” Aoshi said as he continued to explore Kenshin’s mouth. The side of his lips started to spill its saliva, caressing its way down the chin. The sight was unbearably erotic to the shinobi, especially when so close to his aching organ. Aoshi grasped his shaft in his hand and began to fondle it next to Kenshin’s lips, desiring with all his heart to shove it into the saliva filled orifice.

Kenshin, upon seeing Aoshi’s equipment within tasting range, also took up his organ and began to stroke it. His flesh was filled with blood, packed with the essence that screamed for release. His testicles, so tightly stored its essence against his body, waited for the signal to deliver its contents and relieve itself from the wanton impulses that beckoned for discharge.

Raising Kenshin’s mouth by holding firmly under his chin, with his other hand, Aoshi guided the head of his cock and rested it against the swordsman’s lips. “I’ll have you taste more of me, Kenshin Himura, but first, lick the tip of my cock.”

Kenshin obeyed, released his tongue and placed it upon Aoshi’s dew covered member. The ex-hitokiri’s tongue lapped at the clear liquid, first spreading it around the top of the high part of the crown, then pulling it off from the sides, as if to savor every silken morsel.

Aoshi instantly moaned under Kenshin’s experience. “Almost makes me wonder what man in your life taught you how to apply such fine techniques,” the shinobi murmured along with sipping the air between his teeth. “You couldn’t have learned such fine manipulation just between us in such a short time as we’ve been together in this way.”

Kenshin didn’t address Aoshi’s observation. Instead, he chose to ignore it, saved for another conversation between the two at another time. Right now Kenshin’s desire burned to bring his lover to climax, with a hunger so great for what the shinobi had stored in his sex for him. He continued to lap down on Aoshi’s cock, beginning at the tip of the shaft and down to the base, in long slow and deliberate moves. At the same time, Kenshin was at work on his own burning member, bringing it to the height of passion and holding it steady, awaiting his partner’s announcement for the moment of ecstasy.

It was no use. Aoshi couldn’t bear another lash of Kenshin’s tongue. “Open your mouth, Himura-san, I will give you what you desire.”

Kenshin looked at Aoshi from his kneeling position and tilted his head back to receive Aoshi’s stored delivery.

“Yes, keep your head such, and your mouth just like that. Allow me to do the rest,” Aoshi spoke firmly, yet softly as he pulled himself away from Kenshin’s lips and held the head of his penis directly in front of the swordsman’s mouth. “Yes, Himura, I want to spill it on your lips and watch you lick it, but keep your mouth open…yes, just like…like…thaaaa…” The moment arrived, Aoshi’s voice choked off while he bathed Kenshin’s lips with pulse, after pulse of opaque liquid, drenching the swordsman’s mouth and chin with his essence.

Kenshin saw the stream thrown against him from the tip of Aoshi’s penis. With parted lips he caught a good taste of the incoming sex-potion on his tongue, which immediately caused his own climax to pump up, what seemed like, a sizable amount of liquid heat. Kenshin felt like screaming, but managed to keep his tone down to a husky groan, as he nursed his climax to the very end.

Aoshi, having spent himself, collapsed to his knees in front of his partner. “You,” the shinobi said with a tremble to his voice, “…you are mine, Kenshin Himura. I’ll not allow you to be shared with anyone.” Aoshi pulled the trembling, swordsman into his arms and held him close.

Kenshin sighed, lowered his head to rest against his lover’s shoulder and relished the moment.
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