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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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“Cho, I am glad you are here,” Horie greeted the Kyoto man. “Come and have some tea with me. I need your thoughts on something I have been considering.”

“Hai,” Cho nodded. “I’m sorry that I’m late this morning. I had one heck of a late night, and it plum drained me. When it was time to wake this morning, I had a hard time admitting that morning was already calling on me.” Cho took a seat next to Horie near the storefront’s entrance. “What’s up, boss? You look like you’ve had yourself a late night too!”

“Its Mitsu-san,” Horie said seemingly irritated.

Cho immediately tensed and reminded himself not to let Horie read into his behavior. When it came to the very mention of Mitsu’s name, Cho was beside himself. Of course, he didn’t want Horie to sense anything other than genuine concern from his part, but it wasn’t easy playing it calm.

“Sir? Is something the matter with Mitsu-san?” Cho spoke in a steady, composed tone.

“Hmn, I sense there is something that is making her discontented.” Horie looked at Cho and noticed that the young man was somewhat preoccupied. “I don’t know if you are aware that Mitsu has a mother and sister that live in Izu.”

“I sort of remember she mentioning something like that before, yes.”

Horie nodded. “I have been considering allowing Mitsu passage to visit them. Now that Sugimura is no longer a threat and everything seems to be running smoothly here, I think it would be the perfect time.”

Cho nodded ebulliently, not quite able to contain his excitement over the fact that perhaps, Mitsu will be soon getting what she had been wishing for. He realized how much she missed her mother and sister. This might just be the thing that would pick up Mitsu’s spirits.

“However, I am not sure how I’ll work things out yet. It’s too early in the settlement of the business that I hesitate to put myself in the position of leaving Tokyo to escort Mitsu. Anything could happen while I am away.”

“Hell, I’m more than capable of keeping your purty woman safe. Besides that, Shimoda in Izu is not far at all. A few hours by carriage and the smile on Mitsu’s face, when she sees her mama and sister, would be the heart warmer that will make all the difference in Japan. At least for that purty lady.” Cho could scarcely believe Horie was discussing the matter with him. How ideal would that be if Horie would grant Cho the honor to escort the woman of his dreams!

“Excellent suggestion, Cho!” Horie seemed to be less concerned about the situation after talking with the Kyoto man. Even with having the responsibility to run the business as head of the Syndicate, Horie strove to do right by Mitsu. He believed that she was his charm in life. She was a precious entity that, he believed, brought to him good fortune. Horie, although hesitant to allow Mitsu to travel without him, gave in to Cho’s suggestion. “So be it! I’ll speak with Mitsu when she arrives. If all goes well, I will then discuss the travel details with you.”

“Yes sir!” Cho exclaimed with a noble nod in acceptance to his upcoming charge.

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

“Aoshi,” Kenshin greeted the handsome shinobi. “I was on my way out to pick up supplies in town. Did you just get in?

“Hai, it was a long night for me. It seems Horie’s men are awaiting a bigger shipment this time, but I am not sure of its arrival. Amazingly, Cho wasn’t at his residence, so I am not sure of the details.”

Kenshin chuckled over the idea that Cho might actually be working at something other than collecting swords. “It looks like you are working longer hours since Saitou left for Kyoto.”

“All that means is that I am even more ravenous from not having my appetite taken care of at night. Instead I spend the hours between sunset and sunrise considering how I would like to have you. With all that thought, as you can see, I’m desirous and eager to have my fill of you.”

Yes, Kenshin could see the deep desire the shinobi had. It was hard to overlook and impossible to ignore, for it ignited the passionate desires within Kenshin. Aoshi wasn’t alone in reflecting on the refreshing well of desires the two had discovered together. The ex-hitokiri also spent most of the previous evening craving the lean body of the shinobi. He had hoped that the skilled ninja would return from the dark of the night and call on him, so they could explore more of the exiting erotic secrets buried within the both of them, for the revealing.

Aoshi snagged Kenshin by the elbow and pulled the swordsman against him. “I wish you to take me into your hand, if you will.”

“That I would do, but it would not be wise to attempt going any further in my room. Miss Kaoru could wander this way at any time.”

“My room, then.” Aoshi relinquished his grasp on Kenshin, quickly exited the room and started on his way back to his quarters, expecting Kenshin to follow. Instead, he heard what his ears weren’t prepared for.

“Kenshin!” Kaoru’s voice rang out and echoed down the dojo dormitory hallway. “You’re still here?”

Aoshi stopped briefly in mid-step, tilted his head to one side and then continued to walk toward his room without stopping.

Kenshin rolled his eyes, forced a smile on his face and turned around to meet Kaoru’s approach. “Miss Kaoru! I was on my way to town, but Aoshi stopped by with a question.”

“I thought he’d be fast asleep by now. He looked tired when I ran into him earlier exiting the bathhouse. It’s too bad that his work keeps him out at all hours of the night.”

“Is there anything I can do for you, Miss Kaoru?” Kenshin asked hoping that she was just passing the dorms on her way to tend to any one of her many other interests. "

As a matter of fact, I came by to ask a favor of you,” she smiled.

“Oro?”

“Since you’ll be going to town, could you please pick up fish and tofu for tonight’s meal? We’re almost completely out of rice too, which I cannot believe we eat that much of it to begin with.”

“Sure Miss Kaoru, I can take care of the errands with no problem. That I will!”

“Thanks Kenshin, I’m glad I caught you before you left.”

“I’ll be leaving as soon as I assist Aoshi.”

“Oh? Is there a problem?”

“No, no, Miss Kaoru. No problem at all.”

“Alright then,” Kaoru turned and glanced back at Kenshin. “I’ll see you when you get back!”

“That you will,” Kenshin said with a smile on his face. He waited for Kaoru to turn the corner of the building before he continued toward Aoshi’s room.

Kenshin was feeling caught in the middle with Aoshi and Kaoru. He didn’t want either of them concerned about him, but it didn’t seem to be working out the way he wished it to go. He could see how concerned Kaoru was about his preoccupation, and he has already heard Aoshi’s thoughts about his vacillation.

He opened the door to Aoshi’s room, stepped in and saw the shinobi sitting crossed-legged on the zabuton. Kenshin could feel the tension in the margin between them as he slid the door shut behind him.

“Did you calm your Miss Kaoru again?” Aoshi questioned. His eyes pierced right through the swordsman.

“Hmn,” Kenshin replied to Aoshi’s question followed by a nod. He looked around the moderate sized room and noticed that the shinobi had several interesting ninja tools and weapons laid out on the keeping chest. Next to the shinobi he saw a small pile of little metal stars, along with other throwing objects. Kenshin carried a zabuton over near Aoshi and sat.

“I am considering lodging elsewhere.”

“Oro?”

Aoshi nodded and said, “Yes, it seems that my staying here is causing you much stress, and it is obviously causing Kaoru-san to be on edge. As you can see, I am gathering my gear.”

“It is because I remain uncommitted, is it not so?”

“Hmn,” Aoshi nodded. “I have made it clear to you, Himura, about my wishes for you and I. It is obvious that you are not willing to secure our relationship.”

“Secure the relationship? Aoshi… What are you saying?”

“I cannot go on having to be concerned about the woman in your life. I have made it clear to you that I am a possessive man. I cannot share you with anyone. If we should pursue this relationship any further, I want you to belong to me.”

“Did we not discuss this matter once before, Aoshi? We can give passion to one another, but neither of us can give our names over to the future generations. If we do not allow ourselves to carry on what our ancestors began, it will end with us.” Kenshin set his hand upon the shinobi’s shoulder. “Aoshi, are you willing to end our lineage with us? Even if you decide for yourself, would you ask me to do such a thing?”

Aoshi was silent. He set his stare on the shuriken he held between his fingers as he toyed with it. So many emotions, yet he was incapable of airing any of them with his lover, but kept them confined internally. However, there on the surface his anger was slow to withdraw.

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

Sano glanced up at Saitou while shoveling the hot rice into his mouth from his chawan. “What are you staring at?” Sano asked.

“It amazes me how much you remind me of a half starved varmint that suddenly fell upon a rotting carcass. You don’t seem to have any need for air when you feed.”

“Oh? Is that so? You never complained when I chomp down on your carcass.”

Saitou released a low growl from his throat and rolled his eyes. His snobbish expression was a sure sign that the wolf was growing impatient as he waited for Sano to finish his breakfast. “I was not complaining,” Saitou said gruffly, “I was simply amazed by my observation.”

“Well…” Sano wiped a single granule of rice from his lower lip and pointed his hashi at the wolf, “…I’m amazed at how little you eat for being such a big guy.”

“It shouldn’t surprise you. I take in food to sustain me. You, on the other hand, take in food for the pleasure you get from it.”

“I won’t argue with you on that. I enjoy eating. Shit, I enjoy eating you, do you know that?” Sano asked as he bounced his eyebrows vertically on his forehead.

Although outwardly the wolf usually disregarded Sano’s flirtatious banter, he did appreciate the young man’s sexual appetite. Sano seemed to be ready at any time for sex with never any real effort put forth by Saitou to get Sano to that state. Always ready, always willing, and almost always there to please the wolf. What more could the wolf need in his life? He was content.

“Here, pay the tab,” Saitou said as he tossed Sano some money. “I am going to relieve myself and also have a smoke. I will wait for you outside.”

Saitou stepped out into the narrow lane in the back of the restaurant. Nothing changed much since the last time he was in Kyoto. The same scenery, and familiar surroundings met him once again. The people were all doing basically the same things as well, and there he was, on another assignment. The wolf sighed and stepped into the narrow-spaced outhouse.

“An order of mochi to go,” Sano shouted across the busy restaurant. It’s been too long since he had some of Kyoto’s wonderful mochi. He convinced himself that Saitou could wait a little longer; even though Sano knew that the wolf didn’t particular care to eat the sweetened rice.

“Hajime-kun,” the stocky man said in a low tone as he approached the wolf from behind.

Saitou abruptly halted lighting his smoke and turned toward the familiar voice.

“Shinpachi Nagakura,” Saitou said surprised to see the hefty second troop captain of the Shinsengumi. “It has been a long time, has it not?”

“Of course I’d be lying if I told you that you look the same since we ran around this town during the crazy days,” Shinpachi chuckled.

“It was more like the days of insanity, Nagakura-kun, though I am being honest in my telling you that you seem to be in much better shape now.” Saitou lit his cigarette and ran his eyes over the aging man who was five years older than he. “I take it that life has been treating you fairly since the war?” A thin line of dispelled smoke escaped Saitou’s lips.

“I’ve had to face ups and downs like everyone else during the tail end of the war. It looks like my life has finally leveled out. I’m hoping it will stay that way.”

“Hmn,” Saitou nodded. He looked squarely into Shinpachi’s stare and was reminded of the many trials they faced together during the close of the Tokugawa. His heart began to ache as he recalled the many tragic moments he endured along the way. By the look in Shinpachi’s eyes, Saitou was certain that his former Shinsengumi comrade suffered through many difficult situations as well. The mood was sensed by both men although neither verbally commented about the events.

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

“I am growing tired of this conversation. Its repetitive and it lacks a conclusion. You need not wonder why I am considering relocating,” Aoshi said in an irritated tone. He began to insert the panoply of ninja equipment into a large carry case.”

“Aoshi, think about this.”

“No Himura. Thinking about it has exhausted my desire to stay. Besides, if I do stay, it will only make this situation worse. It is obvious to see, that the passion you are seeking from me does not require an involvement outside of the futon.” Aoshi shoved several smaller weapons in a sack and threw it into the case. “We need not discuss this at all, for we both know that there will be no satisfying conclusion.”

Kenshin knew that Aoshi’s points were valid. He could not argue the fact that he had indeed kept his relationship with Aoshi in the air for as long as he had. Much too long for to be fair and expect Aoshi to stand by and be available for his convenient utilization.

“I…I don’t want you to leave,” Kenshin stuttered. He thought it important to tell Aoshi how he felt. Perhaps it would help change the shinobi’s mind. Perhaps Aoshi just needed to be coaxed a little. “I understand how selfish this may sound, but I am finding it necessary to keep you in my life.”

The atmosphere suddenly thickened. Aoshi spun around to face Kenshin and curtly shouted at the swordsman, “Do you have any idea what it has been like for me? Apparently you do not!" He walked over to the other side of the room where he laid out his grappling equipage. “It is servitude! Do you know what that is like?”

“Aoshi,” Kenshin stepped forward, but then he hesitated. “What are you saying? I have not treated you disrespectfully.”

“Servitude, Kenshin,” Aoshi raised his voice. “When you keep me hanging here, at your disposal, when it is convenient… It is like…” Aoshi reached for one of the many ninja grapplers and secured it to his hands. “It is like being caught in your web, Kenshin Himura.” The shinobi aimed his clinched fists toward the swordsman and discharged the bantam grappler. A tiny detonator forcefully deployed a thin strand of ninja web-wire that Aoshi manipulated skillfully around Kenshin’s torso, binding the ex-hitokiri’s arms tightly. In just a few seconds, Kenshin was rendered inactive.

“Oro?”

“Yes, Himura. It is like being caught, just the way you are feeling at the moment.” Aoshi gave a twist to his writs and the web-wire tightened around the ex-hitokiri arms, almost cutting its way through the heavy woven kimono that Kenshin wore. “And, when you are in the mood for passion, you make your move on me,” Aoshi said in a softer, smoother tone. He moved his hands and the web-wire reeled the swordsman closer to him, until the weapon drew Kenshin’s body against his.

“I was not aware you were feeling that way Aoshi, until now.” Kenshin bit into his lower lip as he felt Aoshi’s breath against his neck and the sudden strike of teeth against his flesh.

“Aoshi!”

“So, you want to keep me in your life? For what?” Aoshi snapped the web-wire in place, which kept Kenshin securely bound. He took a few steps back so to take the swordsman totally up in his sights. “You wish to keep me, Kenshin Himura, even if it means binding me to your conditions without actually giving this relationship a place in your life? Do you wish to keep me close for your passion’s convenient will?” The shinobi smirked, along with a chuckle. “Is this how you want it to be between us?”

Kenshin tried struggling against the web-wire, but knew that without his sword, there would be no way to escape its binds. His blood raced through his body in excitement. Aoshi was doing exactly what the ex-hitokiri craved and the excitement vibrated through him. Kenshin gasped deeply as the dramatic event began to stimulate him physically. In an instant, Kenshin’s organ went solid.

The shinobi knew exactly what his lover needed from him, and he was doing his part in their unique love affair to incite an occurrence. Seeing the result of his decisive maneuvers at the lower front of Kenshin’s kimono elated the shinobi and caused his groin to swell with anticipation as well.

Without warning a short burst of raps sounded against the door. “Kenshin? Are you still with Aoshi?

“Miss Kaoru!” Kenshin’s eyes popped wide in a panic.

Aoshi’s deviltry grin startled Kenshin, for the swordsman knew from past experience that Aoshi’s thought processes were unlike most people. It was one of the reasons why Kenshin found the shinobi so intriguing and thus was attracted to him. He also knew that, because of Aoshi’s crazed desire to possess him, it would leave little room for the shinobi to behave rationally.

“Shall we let her in?” Aoshi’s grin, yet seldom seen on the shinobi’s face, widened.

“Aoshi!” Kenshin whispered harshly.

“I’m sorry Kaoru-san,” I’m afraid Himura-kun is tied up at the moment,” Aoshi replied to the now curious Kaoru, who was on the other side of the door.

“Huh? What was that? Kenshin? What are you two up to?” Kaoru asked, thinking that the two were up to some sort of childish play. It wouldn’t have been so unusual for Kenshin and Sano to be off doing something totally unexpected, but it was certainly out of character for Aoshi to be counted in investing any of his time in such activities.

Aoshi walked calmly to the door, paused and then glanced over at Kenshin. He set his hand against the doorframe and warned Kenshin, “Brace yourself…Kenshin Himura.” Aoshi tugged at the door and the light from beyond shown through its partition as it slid off to the side.

Kaoru shouted, “Kenshin?” Perplexed at the sight of the confined swordsman, she asked, “What is the meaning of this?”

Kenshin chuckled nervously, not knowing what to say from that point and decided to just stand there.

Aoshi tossed his head to the side and eyed the young lady. He definitely found the surprised look on her face entertaining, and was also thoroughly amused at the expression of utter shock on Kenshin’s face. “As I mentioned, Kenshin is tied up at the moment.”

“Yes, I can see that,” Kaoru moved closer to Kenshin and examined him closely. “My question is, ‘why is he bound in this way?’””

“Well, you see,” Aoshi started as he looked mockingly at Kenshin,” Himura-kun here, was curious about this certain equipment. I took the liberty to show him exactly how it worked. I especially wanted Himura-kun to know how one feels when bound and vulnerable.”

“Yes,” Kenshin quickly agreed and then added, “I was curious about a lot of the weapons the ninja uses and Aoshi was good enough to take the time to show me.”

“Oh, is that why you hurried over here, Kenshin?” Kaoru asked.

Again, another nervous chuckle escaped Kenshin.

Kaoru shook her had as if witnessing two little boys at play on a school playground. She turned to face Kenshin and said, “Well, I was on my way to the Kosai Dojo and I thought that maybe, if you haven’t left yet, you’d want to walk with me. At least to the parting in the road, but as I see, you are literally tied up at the moment. I will leave you two boys to your play.”

“I will fetch the tofu for the evening meal, Miss Kaoru,” Kenshin said trying to reassure Kaoru as she turned and walked toward the door. His heart still pounding from the shock of Aoshi actually allowing her to witness what was taking place between he and Aoshi.

Kaoru stopped just short of the door. “And don’t forget the fish,” she said, reminding Kenshin just before stepping out to begin her trek to keep her teaching appointment.

“I will not forget,” Kenshin said in time before the dorm room slid shut.

Kenshin frowned. “Aoshi”.

“As you can see for yourself, I am simply in the way here between the two of you. Need I say any more? It would be selfish of me to say that your Miss Kaoru is in the way of us, especially when it is, I, who moved into her territory.” Aoshi walked to where Kenshin was standing, still bound. “Then again, Himura, it is you who have us hanging, and it doesn’t seem like you are anywhere near sorting this triangle out for it to make any sense at all.”

Because he knew that Aoshi was right, Kenshin nodded, but wasn’t able to say much of anything. He had been avoiding having to make a commitment either way. And it was obvious that he was running out of excuses.

“I will be staying at the inn in town until I am done with my assignment.”

“Aoshi, please.”

“Hmmm?” Aoshi moved closer to his bound lover. “Please what? What is it that you are asking of me, even now, after I’ve just told you how exhausted I am of being held captive by your indecision?” He took hold of the swordsman’s hair knot and yanked it back sharply, exposing Kenshin’s throat to him. “Were you going to request that I fuck you before I leave for the inn? Is that what Kenshin Himura wishes?”

“Release me,” Kenshin strained to speak with his neck in the awkward position. “Untie me, Aoshi.”

“I will, but not until I have my way with you.” Aoshi began to run his tongue alongside Kenshin’s windpipe until his lips met the jaw-line. He stopped and then looked into the ex-hitokiri’s eyes. “It seems only fair that I reverse our roles for this period in time since you’re already are bound, like I was. The only difference is that you are bound literally. I might as well follow through.”

“Oro?” Kenshin’s heart began to beat rapidly, for he realized that Aoshi was about to take him without temperance. He could see it in the shinobi’s eyes. Aoshi was intoxicated due to the fact that Kenshin was under the ninja’s control, totally vulnerable and assailable.

“Is this not what you desire, Kenshin Himura? You are pliable as I have you now, and you are in paradise because of it, are you not? Do you not want me to tear into you and take you just like this, as you are, completely helpless?”

Kenshin closed his eyes as Aoshi’s hot breath stroked the side of his face with words he longed to hear. He was enraptured by the shinobi’s possessive treatment and wanted more. The very touch upon his body from Aoshi sent fire through him. It melted any resistance he had due to his concern about Kaoru changing her mind again, and the chance of she returning to find him relinquishing himself to Aoshi’s control.

“I can feel you wanting this, Himura. I believe you want this more than I do at the moment, isn’t that so?”

“It is you that I want, Aoshi.”

“Oh? Is that right?” Aoshi parted Kenshin’s kimono exposing the front of the swordsman’s fundoshi for him to place his hand upon. He felt Kenshin tremble. “How exactly do you want me?”

Kenshin took a deep breath, parted his legs and pushed his swollen erection against the shinobi’s hand. “Like this, Aoshi,” Kenshin replied sounding almost out of breath. “I want you to possess me, just the way you are now.”

“Oh? Are you done with playing me for a fool?”

“Aoshi, I’ve never thought of you as such.”

“Using me, while never intending to commit to me is playing me,” Aoshi said sternly. “But now, I shall use you. You need not be too concerned about that. I plan on leaving after I am done with you, so you can, at least be able to give, your Miss Kaoru, what is left over.”

“Aoshi, not like this. Let us not…”

Kenshin was forced to his knees as Aoshi proficiently tossed the swordsman to the floor. Kenshin landed on his knees at first, lost his balance and fell forward onto his chest. The ninja web-wire began cutting into his chest forming streaks of blood-lines horizontally across his breastbone.

Aoshi knelt behind Kenshin and forcefully pulled at Kenshin’s kimono, throwing the hem up and over the ex-hitokiri’s hips. “Not like this? Is there something wrong with using you the way that is convenient for me?”

“I know what you are referring to, but is this necessary? Aoshi, you have proven your point.”

“That may be so, but now it has gone beyond that, Himura. I actually desire you like this, under my total influence. I have decided to take you this way, for my sake now.”

The demanding tone of Aoshi’s voice sped Kenshin’s ascension toward no return. Aoshi organ throbbed with desire, soaked through the folds of his fundoshi. The buildup was absolutely incredulous; he didn’t think it was possible to feel this intensely engorged by lust. The shinobi couldn’t work quick enough to free his blood filled organ from the restraint of his fundoshi.

“Aoshi, the wire…”

Aoshi almost forgot Kenshin’s bondage. He knew that the wire must have been cutting into Kenshin’s chest in the position that Kenshin was forced into. The shinobi reached for Kenshin’s shoulder and with a firm hold, he flipped the swordsman over onto his back.

“Hmmm, I see the web is doing a fine job holding you together. Perhaps it is doing too well.” Aoshi parted Kenshin’s legs and positioned himself between them. He took the opening of the kimono firmly in his clutches and gave it a vigorous yank exposing Kenshin’s fundoshi beneath. “There you are, now I can look upon what I enjoy most.”

Kenshin felt his heart race as he watched the shinobi framed his body with a lust filled gaze. Although still bound. No. Because of the binds, the swordsman felt as through he was receiving everything he craved for sexually right then. He was in his element, his forbidden dreams. The handsome ninja before him was making it all happen.

“Aoshi, I cannot let you go…” Kenshin gasped. “I have never thought this was possible, to feel so right, so free, as you are making me feel right now.”

“Now you are beginning to understand, I hear? You realize that you are passionately free as my possession.” Aoshi leaned forward and rested his weight on his elbows against the tatami. He looked into the calm violet eyes of Kenshin’s, his voice calm and silky. “Do you now see that I am the only one who can make you feel this way? I know what you need, Kenshin Himura, I know what it is that you want.” Aoshi rested his lips, gently at first, upon Kenshin’s open mouth. Aoshi’s breath escaped from his nostrils as he pushed his tongue deep into the swordsman’s mouth.

Kenshin moaned. He caught Aoshi’s tongue and sucked him deeper into his mouth. He felt the pleasure of the shinobi’s groin pressing down on his taut skin that encased his blood filled organ. He wanted more of Aoshi in that way. He pressed himself against the shinobi by lifting his hips. It caused the web-wire to tighten against his chest, cutting him even deeper than he already suffered from the thin strands of wire earlier. He sensed the warm trickle of crimson moisture trail down the sides of his torso and stopped suddenly, as the lapel of his kimono was absorbing the blood. It was heavenly, the unique stinging sensation urged Kenshin even higher than ever before.

Aoshi broke the deep kiss and began sucking on Kenshin’s jaw, neck and then around the web-wire that was now lying just under Kenshin’s skin. He felt Kenshin’s muscles beneath him stiffen as his tongue swiped the tiny incisions caused by the wires.

“Aaaahheeeii,” Kenshin belted out, the stinging across his chest magnified as Aoshi moved his tongue lower, to the deeper inlays of the web-wire in Kenshin’s skin. The sensation was indescribable and superbly administered by the shinobi, as though Aoshi had it all planned from the beginning. Yes, Kenshin realized that the clever shinobi had set him up to remind Kenshin of what he would be losing if Aoshi should leave him.

“Himura-san,” Aoshi called out between lapping Kenshin’s bloody chest. “You are incredibly delicious!” The iron flavored liquid smooth itself out over the shinobi’s tongue and collected at the sides of his mouth as he absorbed more of Kenshin’s intoxicating bloodshed. Aoshi was completely lost in the tabooed event and realized that he was also not willing to give Kenshin up. There was more to their relationship than just what seemed to occur between them on the physical realm—Much more.

Aoshi reached up and released the lock that held the web-wire in place, which automatically retracted it in an instant. The course of the hair-thin wire sliced through Kenshin’s exposed skin. In the next instant, the wire was completely out of sight and all was left were the bloody imprints where they held the swordsman captive.

Kenshin’s hand instinctively shot to his chest. He dipped his fingertips into the bloody collected pools and then placed it upon his lover’s mouth. His focus was captivated as he watched Aoshi willingly fold his lips around the swordsman’s fingers, eagerly ingesting the offering with obvious pleasure.

“Will you come to me, Kenshin Himura?” Aoshi asked.

“Tell me you are not leaving,” Kenshin replied. “Surely you cannot end what we have found together.”

“That is for you to decide. For myself, I cannot stay here with the way I feel about you, the way I want you all to myself.” Aoshi reached down between them and pulled his enflamed shaft from its fundoshi. “It is you who must understand what I endure having to silently watch you allow the woman to be so near to you.”

Kenshin arched his back when he felt the piercing blow of Aoshi’s un-lubricated penis enter him. The surge of pain was overwhelming for the swordsman, his body tensed and trembled all at once. “Aaaggggh, Aoshi!” Kenshin groaned loudly. “Hah, Aoshi…”

Aoshi swung Kenshin’s left leg over his shoulder and pushed his cock deeper into his mate. The very sight of Kenshin’s face, the way the blood dripped off the swordsman’s chest, and the deep tight portal that clung onto his shaft was just about all that Aoshi could endure without spilling forth his load right there. Aoshi plunged into Kenshin, withdrew, and plunged in again.

Kenshin’s lips parted and his eyes were shut tightly as Aoshi drove into him with dominance and without rein. He had never felt Aoshi so forceful until then, but he knew that the shinobi had no choice, but to give him a good fucking. He deserved to be used by the shinobi. After all, Kenshin was guilty of playing with Aoshi’s desires and used the man to heighten his own passion. Beyond that, Kenshin was enjoying all of Aoshi’s exhibited mastery over him. His body burned for it for so long, and it was all coming together with this man, the shinobi whom wanted nothing less than to possess him.

Aoshi trembled. His heart wanted Kenshin and his soul wanted to possess him. A tremendous, powerful quake erupted, extending from the inner shade of his soul that seemed to dislodge a part of his essence and spewed it forth without warning—right into Kenshin.

Kenshin was enthusiastic at Aoshi’s arrival. He noted the sound in the shinobi’s cry and openly received his lover’s full load. “In me Aoshi,” Kenshin groaned as he met the shinobi’s powerful thrust. “Put all that you have, inside of me!”

“Haaah,” Aoshi exhaled as he gushed his liquid passion forward—into Kenshin. He visually took Kenshin in as he streamed his semen into the swordsman. His fingers reached down and wrapped around Kenshin’s bobbing sex and prompted Kenshin to partake in the orgasmic union.

Kenshin arched his back, hurtled his hips forward, and ejaculated his pressurized, seminal fardel with the bulk of it hitting him squarely on his chest. The climax ripped a screech from Kenshin’s throat, along with an agonizing groan.

Aoshi immediately withdrew while Kenshin continued to pump the remaining fluid from his cock. The shinobi fell upon the ex-hitokiri and buried his face for a final feast of the crimson, opaque mixture that was left for him in the valley of Kenshin’s chest-plates. Aoshi dined, impassioned, consuming Kenshin’s sexual essence and red, life sustaining fluid with every lap of his tongue, until all that was left, was the slight oozing of blood from the wire cuts that marked Aoshi’s possession upon Kenshin.

“Aoshi,” Kenshin said softly and then closed his eyes.

Aoshi rested his head upon Kenshin and listened to the heartbeat of his beloved.
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Rurouni Kenshin Fan-Fic - GOJOU