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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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“Himura!” Misao whined. “Will you please hold up, there is a pebble stuck in my shoe and I can’t get it out.”

“You can catch up with me Miss Misao,” was Kenshin’s reply as he continued with a steady stride toward town. After all that had happened between he and Aoshi, Kenshin was obviously preoccupied at the thought of Misao meeting up with the Shinobi. He and Aoshi hadn’t parted on the best terms earlier that day, but still, Kenshin was curious to know how his lover was going to handle the angry young Misao. Ironically, Aoshi’s reasons for leaving the dojo was due to the fact that Kenshin had not refused Kaoru’s advances. Now, Kenshin was very curious to find out how Aoshi would choose to handle the situation with Misao.

Misao caught up with Kenshin out of breath, for she was forced to stop on the side of the roadway, remedy the pebble situation, and then catch up with the ex-battousai. “Where would Aoshi-sama stay in a place like this?” Comparing it to Kyoto, Misao looked around and realized how different everything was. “This place sure doesn’t look like Kyoto.”

“It is because different types of people live here, Miss Misao, most of which are connected with the Daimyo in some way.”

“All the more reason why Aoshi-sama belongs in Kyoto with me. It doesn’t look like there would be much to do in a city like this. It just looks too…” Misao’s train of sharing her thoughts with Kenshin fell on the wayside when she noticed a fan and lantern shop at a busy merchant intersection. “Oh! I’ll have to get one for Aoshi-sama!”

Kenshin stopped in the middle of his stride to watch the young lady dash across the street. In her focused excitement she barely avoided colliding into a fast moving jinrikisha. The sight had him wondering about his involvement with Aoshi. Would it be the best thing for Aoshi if he were to let the shinobi go his way? Kenshin sighed deeply and continued to observe Misao’s excitement over her idea of fetching a little gift to offer Aoshi, the love of her life. Kenshin dragged the bottom of his zori on the pebbled roadway leaving a dust trail behind him.

“Do you think Aoshi-sama would like this one? Or… maybe this?” Misao held up two different fans for Kenshin to look at. The red fan was trimmed with lavender flowers, and the blue fan was framed with a black boarder. “I like the blue one! It would match his eyes! Oh yes, I LOVE Aoshi-sama’s blue eyes, especially when he looks right at me. Makes me feel so…” Misao sighed deeply, “…so much like a woman!”

“Oro?” Kenshin was surprised to hear Misao even come close to hinting at being a ‘woman’. She used to pride herself at being tough, and she was prouder of the fact that she had come from the school of hard knocks. Right then, it became obvious that Misao was willing to exercise her feminine charms and try to win Aoshi over.

“Yes Himura,” Misao looked directly into the swordsman’s violet eyes, and with determination she added, “I’m ready to state some facts to Aoshi-sama about my feelings for him, and will ask him exactly what there is for us in the future. This, being left hanging shit—I have had my fill of it. I have been idle way too long, and if Aoshi-sama expects me to be quiet about it any longer. I CANNOT DO IT!”

"We will have to find Aoshi first, Miss Misao. We had a favorite place we enjoyed going to, which was part of an inn. We used to meet there to eat and drink sake. He might have decided to stay there since it is a familiar place. It wouldn’t hurt to check there first."

“Wait a minute, Himura…” Misao said abruptly, and then she glared at him through the side of her eyes in an accusing manner. “Do you mean to tell me that Aoshi-sama had been drinking sake while here in Tokyo?”

“I see no harm done in having a little sake, Miss Misao. A little sake is good for one’s health—That, I am sure of.”

Misao frowned; her gaze upon Kenshin became more intense, as though she held within her a sizable tornado ready to funnel down upon a sleeping village. “But Himura,” Misao walked directly to the ex-hitokiri trying to make sense of Kenshin’s mentality. “I thought you knew that Aoshi-sama was a crude drinker, and for that reason, he laid down drinking and buried it altogether. He told me that it had been years since he was intoxicated.”

“One doesn’t have to become intoxicated in order that one enjoy its medicinal qualities,” Kenshin’s eyes squinted and his lips curled in a smile at the corners. Nevertheless, he could easily read Misao’s genuine concern for Aoshi.

The young lady’s memory took her back to a dreaded occasion with Aoshi and the rest of the team at a village deep within the forest near Mt. Sajiki, which was north of Kyoto. She was a young ninja in training and had tagged along on a simple mission. Aoshi had been drinking all day in celebration of a mission well done. Misao remembered the little room; the men were carrying on. As a matter of fact, she was too young to really understand the nature of the celebration until Aoshi ordered Misao to leave the room.

“Why must I go outside? I just got here,” Misao tried to convince Aoshi to let her stay with the rest of the group. “Please Lord Aoshi, please let me stay. I promise I will behave and not get into any trouble.”

“Do as you’re told, young lady. Leave us! There are a lot of children with whom you can occupy yourself with outside.” Aoshi swatted the back of her butt. “Go on!”

Misao stumbled over her own footing and fell backward; her small bottom hit the floor hard. She looked over at Aoshi and expected him to reach over and help her regain her footing. Instead, he had a bottle of sake pressed to his lips. Part of the liquid streaked across his alcohol-induced, blushed complexion as he poured the potent drink into his mouth until he emptied the vessel. He discarded the jug by throwing it against the table at the side of the room, wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve and then he glared at her.

“I thought I told you to leave the room!” Aoshi spat the words out at her and slurred. “Go on…” He gestured a scoot motion with his fingers, stressing the point that she was no more to him than a bother. It was very kind-hearted of Aoshi to have taken Misao into their fold after her parents died, and he made sure she had everything she needed. However, beyond the girl’s physical needs, he held a blind eye to her. He never imagined that the admiring stares he sometimes received from Misao was anything more than a child’s admiration for ones parent.

Hurt that Aoshi hadn’t noticed her rather hard landing on the floor, she slowly stood to her feet without assistance, only to be pushed aside once again by a rather tall, slim, intoxicated young man. He was much older than Misao at the time, but still just barely out of being an adolescent. If she hadn’t known better, the lad could have been mistaken for Aoshi’s younger brother. He looked so much like Aoshi. In amazement, Misao watched the boy fall onto Aoshi. Her stare turned into shock when the lad placed his lips upon Aoshi’s mouth and commenced in a full-on, deep sensual kiss. For Misao, it felt as though a dagger pierced her heart as she witnessed Aoshi’s arms embrace the young man and delightfully returned the kiss affectionately.

It was Hanya, Aoshi’s extremely loyal comrade, that swept Misao up by the arm and led her away from the love fest that was unfolding before her very eyes between her Lord and the lad.

“You should be more mindful of what the Lord asks of you, Miss Misao,” Hanya carefully led her through the room full of celebrating ninjas and protected her from further collisions with drunken comrades. "You are much too young to start taking up celebrating with the likes of these men.”

“But…” Misao drug her heels and tried, unsuccessfully tried, to pull her hand free from Hanya’s firm grip as he led her outside. “But, what about Lord Aoshi? Why was that man kissing him like that?” Misao broke into tears, “Why was Lord Aoshi kissing him back?” She began to sob out of frustration over her thoughts twisting and turning over a situation she couldn’t possibly understand. All she could interpret from the jumbled array of emotions was the feeling of being rejected by the one person she practically worshipped.

Hanya’s heart was pressured. He knelt on his knees and took the heartbroken girl into his arms and held her tightly. “There, there, little miss… It will not be forever that you are in such a dark place in your understanding about our Lord. One day, you shall come to understand him, but in the mean time, I will make sure you will never feel this way again.

From that point on, Hanya always comforted Misao and she overlooked his mangled face and distorted features. She chose not to notice the devil-mask he wore to conceal his disfigurements that he had done to himself to better serve Aoshi as part of the Oniwabanshu. She found a place in Hanya that day, and many days that followed after that. Although Aoshi’s obligation to raise Misao never advanced any further than her physical needs and comfort, Misao never gave up hoping that, perhaps one day, Aoshi will return her love and devotion.

“Miss Misao? Miss Misao, are you alright?”

“Oh! Himura!” The distant minded, young lady, shook the remaining memory from her thoughts and smiled at him. “So? Which do you think Aoshi-sama would like?” She held up the two fans once again, this time right in front of Kenshin’s face, which forced him to take a step back and focus his sight.

Kenshin chuckled, “I already told you, have I not? The blue one,” he said with a wide smile across his face.

“You did?” Misao questioned with surprise. “All right then! The blue! I’ll be right back.” Misao charged into the shop and sought merchant’s assistance in purchasing the item, making doubly sure that they wrapped it perfectly in the finest silk too.

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

“I hope the ride wasn’t too hard on you purty lady,” Cho charmed with genuine sincerity. “I should have stopped for a bit, but I knew you were anxious to make the trip and get to your destination, so I kept on drivin’ strait as an arrow.”

Mitsu smiled and bowed. “You are always thinking of others, and this time I am most grateful for that. Long carriage rides cause me to be bored,” said Mitsu coyly in hopes that Cho would feel free to warm up to her since she no longer was under Horie’s watchful eye. She glanced at the young, lean man from the corner of her eye and caught the sight of the apparent desire that framed Cho’s countenance as he embraced her with his eyes. She rarely experienced the feelings Cho was causing her to have.

While waiting for the new carriage as Horie directed them to do so once they’ve arrived at the town’s passage, Cho hadn’t a clue as to how the next couple of days were going to pan out for them. Of course he wanted. No, Cho didn’t just want, but rather, he hungered to take advantage of the situation, but yet, he was smart enough to know that Horie could have set he and Mitsu up to be together as a test, especially if the syndicate leader suspected something going on between them. Cho swallowed hard creating a little frog tone to emit from his throat.

“Is Cho-san hungry?” Mitsu giggled at the sound that came from Cho’s throat.

Cho bowed. “Pardon me Miss Akatsuki, but I seem to have lost my manners.” He bowed once more and looked straight into the lady’s eyes. They were the most wonderful windows into her heart, and it seemed, right then, that Cho was looking in… all the way into her soul. “Forgive me, purty lady, but your beauty has me a prisoner and I am not sure of what to do with this.” Cho’s voice fell quiet, almost to a whisper as he fell deeply into the lovely lady’s gaze.

Mitsu felt it too. It wasn’t just Cho over reacting again, but there was also a power over her heart that she couldn’t quite discern. It took a hold of her firmly, and between them, it was like a magnetic force that drew them closer together. Even in the midst of everything happening around the two, was no mistaking the chemistry that was drawing them closer.

“Here you go sir,” a voice broke the tight visual bond between the couple. “This carriage should take care of your travel needs for the area. You don’t need much of a team in this village, but this will keep the weather off of you if it should turn cold or rainy as it usually does in these parts.”

“Travel bags?” Cho questioned.

“All your personal items were carefully transferred. What needed to stay with your main transport shall be taken care of accordingly and the unit that brought you here will be ready for you when you leave the village,” the young man assured Cho and then bowed.

Cho bowed, made a quick inspection of the fresh horse and smaller carriage, and then proceeded to get Mitsu comfortable inside of it, before moving on. “Hold onto your excitement, purty lady, we’re on our way to get you where you have been wanting to go for sometime now!” Cho smiled warmly at Mitsu and enjoyed her grateful gaze in return. Her happiness and excitement was beaming from her, which Cho joyfully shared. He felt like a samurai warrior on a mission to deliver a fragile princess to the father-emperor. Cho smiled as he shut the carriage door to secured the princess and set himself toward completing his honorable mission.

The fresh carriage started for the village, which wasn’t far off at all. Another few minutes and Cho will bask in the happy reunion. Mitsu’s heart raced as she patiently sat in cab, while Cho sat out in the driver’s seat and ushered the horses forward. Although the man was out of Mitsu’s sight, she had the strongest feeling that the Cho was nearly as anxious to meet with Mitsu’s family as she was. The young lady let her eyelids fall briefly, as if to clear her mind from all that had taken place to this point. She knew that she’d have to return to Horie much too soon, and all of this would leave a massive hole in her heart once again. At least, she would be sure that she was doing her part in caring for her mother and sister.

Cho hit the top of the carriage’s cab as a signal to Mitsu that they were approaching their final destination. Mitsu was doing her best to keep calm, but she felt as though she was going to jump right out of her skin. Was she able to withstand the next few agonizing minutes having to patiently wait, knowing that very soon she’ll see her sister and mother again? She wanted to scream, tear out of the cab and run the rest of the way. She shut her eyes tightly and held her breath as she felt the cab slowed.

Cho hopped off the carriage and secured the horse. “This should be it,” he mumbled to himself quietly as he judged the row of small village buildings on the east side of the narrow dirt-packed roadway. He viewed the humble thatched roof building with its quaint vegetable garden out front and more gardening in the field beside it.

“You wait in the carriage a few, purty lady,” Cho suggested to Mitsu as he peered into the cab before he turned to walk the narrow path through the garden toward the house.

Mitsu clasped her fingers together tightly and then began to rub them together in her attempt to pull off the anxiety she was feeling inside herself. It wasn’t helping in the least bit, so she closed her eyes again and began taking deep relaxing breaths to ease her nervousness. She was hoping that they had arrived at the right place, for if Cho’s directions were correct, she’ll soon be in the arms of her family.

“Mitsu-chan?! Mitsu-chan?” The timid voice rang out searching for a response in the short distance.

Mitsu opened her eyes and peered out into the sunlight. She shaded her eyes from the late afternoon glare and was elated to see the tiny-framed woman running in short-stepped, excitement. She held her hand way above and waved it frantically desiring to get the attention of the woman seated in the cab.

“ICHIE-CHAN!!!” Mitsu struggled with the carriage door, but she wasn’t able to work the lock due to her jubilee. She called out again, “Ichie-chan!”

“Hold on purty lady, I’m on my way,” Cho shouted at Mitsu from behind her sister. Mitsu’s sister, Ichie, was in utter shock for a second when Cho announced that he had brought a part of their family with him for a visit. Without saying a word, Ichie dropped a pan of water from her grasp and dashed out the door quickly to see if the young man was telling her the truth.

Cho overtook the short-stepped woman and passed her on the fly. He reached the carriage in time to keep Mitsu from actually trying to get out of the carriage by way of the window. Cho laughingly undid the security latch and offered Mitsu his hand to help her off the carriage.

Mitsu passed on the offer, and charged from the cab right into the arms of her oncoming sister.

From Cho’s perspective, the reunion was worth every bit of struggle to get there. Putting up with Saitou’s crankiness, enduring Horie’s affections for Mitsu, it all seemed so distant right then as he soaked in the happiness on the faces of the two sisters. Yes, Cho was an awful big softie inside and his heart melted.

The women brushed the tears from their faces and held on, not wanting to let go, but hold on for as long as they could to make up for lost time.

Cho chuckled warmly and asked, “Don’t I get a some of the mush for making this reunion possible?”

Mitsu giggled and bowed. “Forgive me Cho-san, it is with great pleasure to have you meet my sister, Ichie-chan.”

“My, my…. MY!” Cho bowed, not taking his eyes off of Ichie for a moment while being introduced. “You are another beauty! Both you women would make me the proudest of all of Japan’s men if I were to be seen escorting the two of you around!” Cho placed his right palm upon his chest and pleaded, “Please practice self-control with me, or my heart will not be able to hold together for any length of time!”

Ichie was a little shorter than Mitsu, but they did resemble one another in obvious ways. They both had the same bluish tint to their raven black hair with naturally long eyelashes to match. Their skin was flawless with a natural pink glow to their cheeks. Both were like beautiful dolls and Cho was enjoying the fact that he would be in their company, at least for a short while.

“I am very pleased to meet you Cho-san. Ichie thanks you for bringing our Mitsu-chan safely to us,” the petite woman said sweetly and didn’t seem shy in the least in Cho’s presence. “Please follow me, I will take you to meet our mother.”

“It would be my pleasure to follow the two of you for the rest of my life!” Cho exclaimed excitedly.”

“Mitsu-chan,” Ichie’s expression grew sullen.

“Hai sister,” Mitsu replied with concern, for she picked up on the somber tone in Ichie’s voice.

“Prepare yourself. Mother has been ill for quite sometime now and is very weak. It is as though her spirit is draining from her.”

Mitsu gasped, and then she sighed. “Do you think it is her time?”

“Only time will tell, but the village doctor advised me to be strong,” Ichie shrugged her tiny shoulders. “Come, let us go and visit with her,” she suggested with a smile.

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

“I don’t know about you, but I sure as hell don’t want to leave Kyoto. Not just yet, anyway,” Sano said as he stretched his toned body across the smooth fabric of the futon.

“Don’t tell me you’re afraid to ride the train again. You had me believing that you were cured and set apart from that anxiety once and for all,” Saitou mocked Sano in his usual bedeviled manner. The wolf watched his lover’s reaction; curious, he wondered if their train ride over from Tokyo was truly Sano’s reform.

“Shit, that big old train don’t bother me in the least,” Sano boasted. “But just to be on the safe side…” The young man suggestively shifted his position to lay on his right side and face the wolf with the full front of his naked body exposed, hoping that Saitou would pay interest in him. “Why don’t you give me a recap of that lesson you had me learn on the way over here?”

Saitou huffed, and then he snickered, for the young man never ceased to amaze him. “Don’t you ever give yourself time to recover?”

“What the hell are you going on about now? I’m young! You can’t expect any less from me, I’m being what I should be!”

“Sexually obsessive?” The wolf questioned and laughed heartedly.

“Go ahead and tease me all you want, Mr. Goro Fujita. You don’t have to tell me that it’s been, too long, for you to remember how sexually charged you was when you were younger.”

“Was?” Saitou growled in question and huffed again.

“Yeah, was. Look at you,” Sano nodded in Saitou’s direction, eyeing the entire nude length of the wolf’s body. “You just lay here all relaxed. How can you do that?”

Saitou crossed his fingers as he clasped his hands together and tucked his makeshift pillow under the back of his head for support. “Is there something you have against my choosing to be relaxed at the moment?”

Sano laughed and teased, “Choosing? I didn’t think you had a choice in this matter! Hadn’t it been a couple of hours since your last climax? ‘Choosing’ to relax is what separates a man like yourself, from a man like me!” Sano boasted, for his arousal was obviously exposed proudly between them.

Saitou glanced down and then understood Sano’s reason for gloating. The young man’s erection was worn tightly, as if it were the first arousal of the day, instead of it being just a few hours since his last sexual release. He took pleasure in Sano’s ability to summon his member on command, seemingly without the slightest bit of effort. The young man’s libido always spurred Saitou into action, which kept any sexual tension between them at bay. If there was anyplace that Saitou and Sano matched strengths perfectly, it was while they loved each other and displayed their strengths physically.

“Don’t make me laugh Ahou.”

“I’m not trying to raise your humor level, you wolf! I’m wanting to raise your dick from the dead,” Sano broke out in a bout of gut wrenching laughter.

“Hmmm, is that so? You have an odd way going about it, don’t you think?”

“How else should I go about getting you interested in doing it again?”

Amused by Sano’s naivety, Saitou chuckled softly and looked at his lover adoringly. He definitely knew the young man had gained all access to his heart and Saitou was less protective of the sensitive inner chambers that he had denied Sano from accessing just a short time previously. Indeed, Sano was the only person who knew how to get Saitou to be affectionate. Seldom was there anyone who basked in the wolf’s intimate chambers.

“You could allow me to dine on you, since you weren’t a man like me who has control. Not someone like yourself, whom, may I mention, ejaculated prematurely earlier, even before I took your penis into my mouth.”

“Fuck Saitou! Why do you have to bring that up? Do you know how embarrassing that is for me?” Sano’s blush instantly flamed his cheeks as he tried to make an excuse for his lack of control. “I can’t help myself sometimes, I’m not sure about the technique yet.”

“Technique?” Saitou heartedly laughed, totally enraptured with Sano’s charm. The fleshly stir atop the wolf’s testicles as his organ began to take sexual life again was the fore note announcing his eagerness to express his affections for the young man. This time, it wasn’t purely a physical urge, but rather a desire to partake of Sano’s life, as a partner in lovemaking, as it is common practice between mates in love.

“Oh, so you think that having technique is humorous?”

“I didn’t say such a thing, Sanosuke, but I must admit I am curious to see what you deem as being your technique.”

Sano frowned setting a furrow at his forehead. Saitou’s response had the young man feel foolish and tempted to give up in trying to arouse the obviously semi-interested wolf. He quickly shrugged off the thought of being passive, and decided not to allow the chance to be intimate with the wolf slip past him. After all, he was in bed with one of Kyoto legends and it wasn’t a moment to take for granted.

“Shit, you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” Sano asked suspiciously as he eyed the wolf.

“What are you accusing me of doing to you now?”

“You’re trying to make me lose my erection by laying on the pressure for me to perform.”

“Do you think that it is in my nature to carry on with childish games such as that?”

Sano looked at Saitou and realized how idiotic his accusation was. It very well was not in the wolf’s nature to play games. “Nah, forget what I just said, will you?”

“Sanosuke?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you not going to make up for your hasty arrival earlier?”

Sano had to think for a moment. “Oh! Shit, Saitou…” the young man blushed the most deepest rose hue at the face of his cheeks, “I thought you were just fucking around with me.”

“Again Ahou, would it be in my nature to say, or suggest things to you without meaning? Come, straddle me here.” Saitou patted the top of his chest as he let a low lusty moan to escape from between his lips.

Saitou’s low smooth voice triggered Sano to respond quickly. The young man had always been captivated with the tone of authority in the warrior’s deep voice. Silky smooth it was, with each word tainted with sensual flavor. It took mere seconds to get from where he was to the position in which his mate requested.

“Like this?” Sano asked as he looked down into Saitou’s golden orbs.

“Hai,” the wolf nodded, his eyes fixed on the young man’s utile erection. Saitou studied his meal before him. “Sanosuke, you cause me to hunger,” Saitou’s words almost at a whisper.

“It’s all yours,” Sano reminded Saitou. He leaned forward, positioning the head of his solid member directly in line with the wolf’s oral entry.

Already relishing the site of Sano’s sexual organ, Saitou ran his tongue against his lips in anticipation to ravish him orally.

“Damn you wolf, you make me want to come just looking at you,” Sano said driven by lust as he witnessed a bead of his seminal fluid leak from the tip of his cock and drop down upon Saitou’s lower lip. He gasped at the sight. “Oh shit I want to fuck your mouth, bad!”

Saitou let out a heavy sigh and the heat of his breath caressed the crown of Sano’s cock as the young man placed the glistening tip against the wolf’s lips. Sano commenced with spreading the fallen clear fluid across the wolf’s bottom lip and lost his wind to a rapturous groan. Saitou parted his lips and circled his tongue around the head of the young man’s shaft.

“Aaaggggh,” Sano groaned from the pit of his abdomen and pushed his way into the wolf’s mouth. “Oh damn it, I have to fuck you, I can’t just hang over you like… Hah, hmmm…” Sano began pumping into Saitou’s mouth as if it was his last fuck of his life.

Saitou timed his breathing and relaxed his throat to accommodate Sano’s thrusts. He knew that at the rate his mate was into the sexual frenzy, it wouldn’t take long to culminate their course. Saitou reached up with his right arm and caught Sano’s hip. With his other arm, the wolf pushed the young man over, causing Sano to fall on his side on the tatami.

The repositioning didn’t cause Sano to break his stride, but it did allow the young man to free up his hands. He took hold of the back of Saitou’s head and pulled the wolf’s mouth down on him at the same time he pushed his pelvis forward, sinking his cock almost full length into Saitou’s mouth. “Hah,” Sano, barely able to catch his breath groaned out, “you suck, wolf! You suck me so good!” Sano exclaimed. He tightened the cheeks of his ass, enjoying the fellatio he was receiving from Saitou, comparative to nothing else.

Saitou repositioned and rested his head upon Sano’s inner thigh and closed his eyes to fully absorb the pleasure of his mate’s assertiveness. The wolf situated his own penis tightly in the palm of his hand and with short, quick motions he began to bring himself close to juncture. He relaxed his throat for Sano’s greater maneuverability and quickened his strokes over the shaft of his cock upon hearing his lover’s pre-orgasmic laboring breaths.

Sano thrust forward; with a solid push forward he set in motion the dawning of his pulsating plunge. “Saitou… Oh fucken shit! Saiiiiii…tou!."

Saitou knew without doubt that Sano’s time had arrived, he held Sano’s hips steady and worked the young man’s muscle fluently from tip to base which assured Sano to experience an incredible jolt of sensation throughout his entire body. It was almost impossible for the young man to keep such an explosive episode under control, but he tried desperately not to make verbal his glorious arrival. Instead, he gasped and bit his lower lip, as wave after wave of heavenly sensations filtered through him.

It didn’t’ take long for Sano to regain his wit and reestablish his conscious coupling with Saitou. “Oh shit! That was, well… it goes beyond words. Way beyond words,” Sano cooed as he began to get into position to take Saitou’s cock into his mouth and bring closure to a very delightful and satisfying love feast. “Now let me do you.”

Sano grinned with anticipation and he lowered his mouth, but—no sooner had Sano reached his destination when—Splash! Sano’s face took a direct hit of heated, opaque, seminal fluid. It stuck concentrated for a second, and then slowly traced down the side of his cheek. Surprised, he hesitated and yet there was another collision with a quick shot of the opaque essence that hit him squarely on the chin… And still another.

A hefty devilish snicker tainted with a definite ring of lustful play came from Saitou as his eyes shown with a dreamy, sheepish gleam to them.

“You bastard!” Sano shouted as Saitou’s deposited love syrup eased off his face and dripped off his chin. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you? I thought it wasn’t in your nature to play games?

Saitou grinned at his young lover with bared teeth and chuckled under his breath. He was charmed by Sano and enjoyed their shared relationship immensely. A big part of him resented the fact that they were to get on the train later that afternoon and head back to Tokyo, but he was satisfied that he accomplished much more than just following up on work related issues. Saitou was confident that they had finally reconciled and closed the doors on their forced-parting he and Sano faced directly after the Shishio incident.

Sano especially loved the look on Saitou’s face after they’ve had sex. The hard lines that etched the stresses of many hard battles didn’t seem so prominent on the wolf’s facial exterior, and the unmistakable aura of peace surrounded the man. The young man wiped his face of the remaining substance left behind by their love-play and then snuggled against the wolf affectionately.

“Do we have to leave today?” Sano asked, hoping that Saitou would tack another leisurely day on his agenda just for the two of them.

“I’m afraid we have to. I’ve allowed too much time between myself and the cases I’m currently working on and should have returned to Tokyo yesterday.” Saitou leaned over and kissed Sano on the mouth gently. “Thank you for accompanying me, Sanosuke.”

“Huh? Are you kidding? I should be the one thanking you for letting me tag along. I know we didn’t have to make this trip.” Sano chuckled. “Shinomori should have been the one sent, but I know you took the time out just so that we could come here together.”

Saitou smiled fondly, leaned into Sano again and kissed him, but this time, the kiss was deep and affectionately bestowed.

Sano affectionately received.
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