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Tale of Lust	By : Akuma Category: Rurouni Kenshin > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4111 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N:
I�m sorry it took ages for me to update. There was a disaster several months
ago. My hard disk crashed and my files were all gone. I had done some of this
chapter then and was devastated when it was gone. I couldn�t write until last
month so I could only bring this to you now. I�m so sorry for making you wait
*bows*.

Disclaimer:
they�re still not mine. I still get nothing out of writing this other than exhaustion,
bills, and gratification from the reviews.

The Dream

Large
palms caressed his bare skin gently, yet possessively. They glided up and down
his body, teasing his nipples, stroking his sensitive hips. He moaned wantonly
and his body arched to the touch. But strong hands held him still and he moaned
in protest.

Soft
breath caressed his ear, teasing his skin, burning his body. His heart raced
inside his chest, his stomach clenched tight, his body taut. What was happening
to him? He turned his head, trying to see the person who held him tight.
Through his glassy eyes he captured only a glimpse of yellow eyes but then a
hand went low to caress his inner thigh and he rest his head on a strong
shoulder as he gasped.

�Hmm? Is it too early for this?�

He
opened his mouth to answer but could only let out a moan instead. His body felt
so hot, so hard, so� incomplete. What was happening to
him?

�Beautiful.�

Hearing
that whispered word, he looked down to see a mop of dark hair and blue eyes.
His hips jerked forward at the sight but it was the soft touches along his
thighs that tore out unfamiliar noises from his mouth. His head lolled when he
felt a nip on his neck.

He
felt whispers of soft touches on his hips and his thighs, but not where he felt
he needed it most. He clutched the arms that held him down, desperately. He was
panting now, confused and needing more. Calloused fingers caressed his nipple
almost roughly and he moaned wantonly.

And
then suddenly wet warmth enveloped him. He arched his back in surprise and
pleasure. He looked down in surprise and could only make out a long moan when
he saw the top of black hair bobbed. He threw his head back as his stomach
coiled tighter and tighter.

�Would you like more?�

He
tried to answer, he really did. But all that came out of his mouth was a long
moan. He reached down to the dark hair, gripping the soft strands tightly. Warm
breath caressed his ear and a mouth latched onto his neck. He knew he couldn�t
take it anymore.

�Please�
please� Saito-san� Shinomori-san��

The
lips on his neck curled into a smirk. The mouth on him moved faster, bringing
him closer, and closer to oblivion. Skilled hands teased him mercilessly until
finally, finally his world faded into white.

*

Soujiro woke up, gasping for breath. But for a long second
he could see nothing but blinding white as he arched his back and clawed the
bed beneath him. Then slowly, his senses returned, one by one, muddling his
mind.

What
had just happened?

His
body trembled. He felt weak but oddly satisfied. The robe he�d don to bed was
wet and sticky. Liquid ran down his thigh slowly as he noticed the unfamiliar
scent filling the room. Somehow, all these reminded him of his dream.

Would you like more?

Beautiful

Gods,
what�s happening to him?

*

��
Seta-kun?�

Soujiro jerked awaked when he heard his name being called.
Guiltily he looked up to see Aoshi peering down to
him with worry etched lightly over his face. This sight made his cheeks warmed
and he looked away from Aoshi�s deep blue eyes.

�Gomen. I was daydreaming.�

Aoshi leaned back with a soft concerned sigh. �Your mind
hasn�t been on the lesson today.�

�Gomen. I�ll try harder.� Soujiro bowed in apology.

Aoshi shook his head. �Why?�

Soujiro looked up, scared that he had angered his mentor. �Aoshi-san?�

�It�s
very unusual of you to space off. What�s going on?�

Soujiro lowered his eyes. Somehow he felt embarrassed. That
dream last night was something that he naturally knew as unfit. He still felt
confused and lost. What was happening to him? Why would he dream of such things
about his mentors?

�Seta-kun?� Aoshi prompted.
Clearly he wasn�t going to let this matter pass and demanded an explanation.

Soujiro swallowed down his embarrassment and looked up
rather timidly. �I had this dream�.� He couldn�t go on anymore. His cheeks
burnt in shame as he looked pleadingly to Aoshi to
not ask further.

At
first Aoshi merely stared, not comprehending. A dream? Was that what it�s all about? But then he noticed Soujiro�s red cheeks and realized that there�s something
more about this dream. Slowly it dawned on him the kind of dream Soujiro had and it stole his breath away. Did Soujiro dreamt of�

His
cheeks burnt hotter under Aoshi�s piercing gaze.
Should he explain further? �I saw you and� �

Soujiro never finished his words. The next thing he knew
was that Aoshi had latched his mouth over his. Aoshi�s tongue teased his lips to demand him entrance and he
obeyed with a gasp. Suddenly that tongue squirmed inside his mouth, tattooing
the roof of his mouth with undecipherable marks. He made a surprised sound, but
Aoshi paid him no heed. Soujiro
tried to pull away but Aoshi didn�t allow him to
break the kiss and cupped the back of Soujiro�s head
to pull him deeper into the kiss.

Slowly,
Aoshi lowered Soujiro to
the tatami floor and settled himself between Soujiro�s legs. Soujiro�s hand
pushed his shoulders away but he didn�t budge. He ran his free hand over Soujiro�s lean body, caressing his chest and massaging his
sensitive hips, wringing a gasp from the boy. The hands that pushed him away
weakened and Aoshi used the chance to unbutton Soujiro�s shirt. Once his bare chest was exposed, Aoshi broke their kiss to trail a wet path down Soujiro�s neck and chest with his tongue.

Soujiro�s cry was music to his ear as he latched his mouth
onto a pink nipple. Soujiro arched beneath him and
into his mouth. He felt the first sign of hardness pressing against his stomach
and leaned up to capture Soujiro�s lips again as he ground
his hips against it, feeding the fire within him. Soujiro
moaned beneath him, intoxicating him with his voice and scent and sight and
mere presence. Aoshi snaked a hand down Soujiro�s back to the cleft of his bottom. He ran a finger
through the cloth, trying to find the hidden entrance. Soujiro
to push back against the finger and he growled softly and marked his neck with red.

What
was happening to him? Soujiro could only moan as Aoshi touched him and kissed him. His body burnt from the
touches even more intensely than the dream he had last night. And when Aoshi grind his hips against him, the fire burnt brighter. And
when he touched him he wanted� He was going to�

�No!�
He cried, pushing Aoshi away from him. He remained
motionless, staring at Aoshi�s astounded face only a
fraction of second. And then he left the room, running, confused and afraid.
What was happening to him?

*

Soujiro ran and ran from the beautiful Shinomori
residence. He barely thought at all as he went down the familiar streets that
would eventually lead him to the safety of Shishio�s
residence. His body still burnt from Aoshi�s kisses
and touches, his mind still reeled. What was happening to him? Why did he feel
this way?

He
rounded a corner and hit a strong chest. A hand grabbed his shoulder to steady
him and he immediately fought it.

�Bouya.�

Soujiro gasped and looked up into cold yellow eyes and
shivered. No. Not him. He couldn�t deal with him now.

�What
happened?�

Soujiro looked at Saito incomprehensibly, lowered his eyes
and then shook his head negatively. �Nothing.�

Saito
narrowed his eyes, disbelieving. Clearly the boy was lying. And why was his
shirt open? Had someone� �Where have you been?�

�I�
I�.�

Suddenly
Saito remembered what day it was. Soujiro was
supposed to go Shinomori�s residence today to have
his lesson. It was highly unlikely for him not to go there. So does that mean
that it was Aoshi who�

�Is
this Shinomori�s doing?� He asked coldly.

Soujiro�s eyes widened when he heard the name. �I� Shinomori-san��

He
gasped when Saito suddenly pushed him against a wall. His protest came out as a
moan as Saito attacked his neck with bites and nips. The fire inside him burnt
anew as Saito slid his hand into his open shirt. He arched his back to Saito and
moaned as his thumb grazed his nipple. To add more of his torture, Saito slid
his thigh between his legs and ground it against Soujiro�s
hardness.

Saito
rained kisses on his neck and then finally kissed him so passionately that he
clung onto Saito�s shoulder as his bones had suddenly melted. Soujiro could barely keep his senses intact anymore. Aoshi had awakened his desire and Saito was just feeding
it, making it worse with his kisses and touches. He couldn�t take it anymore. Soujiro moaned into the kiss and ground his hips down onto
Saito�s strong thigh.

�Seta-kun.�

Soujiro gasped and broke the kiss when he heard his name
softly uttered. His eyes widened when he saw Aoshi
standing a few feet away, looking at him and Saito. His cheeks heated under the
gaze and for some unknown reason, he felt rather guilty.

�Shinomori-san.�

Saito
stopped when he heard the name and looked up to see his rival. He smirked when
he noticed the astounded look on Aoshi�s face.
Cruelly, he ground his thigh against Soujiro�s
hardness, causing the boy to moan out loud. Chalenge
was clear in his action. Aoshi narrowed his eyes
angrily to him and Saito replied with one of his infamous smirk.

Embarrassed,
Soujiro pushed Saito away from him. This time, Saito
relented and moved away. Panting, he looked back and forth between his mentors
who were glaring at each other. Soujiro didn�t
understand what was happening but he felt like he was caught in a fight between
them. His shook his head and started to run away from them.

Saito
held Aoshi�s gaze challengingly. He had no doubt that
it was Aoshi who started this but he had every
intention to be the one to finish it. But it wouldn�t be an easy fight. Saito
recognized determination in Aoshi�s eyes. Aoshi wasn�t a man to underestimate. Saito knew he�d try to
find a way to possess Soujiro. But Saito wouldn�t
just allow him to do that easily, he himself was determined to make Soujiro his. He would not let his prey go without a fight.

But
a soft cry distracted them both. Saito immediately sensed something wrong and
turned around. His eyes widened at the sight that greeted his eyes there.

A
tall man in a pale kimono was clutching a struggling Soujiro.
The boy�s struggles made no impact on him. He looked as insane as Saito
remembered him to be when they last met several years ago. He remembered
clearly why Jine Udo was banned
from Shinsengumi and he didn�t regret supporting that
order.

He
stayed only several seconds. Saito had no time to react before he leapt to the
roof and disappeared from sight. Realizing he had no chance to capture the
madman, Saito could only glare angrily at the fading figures. His sharp eyes
soon caught sight of a piece of white paper blown by the wind. He captured it
easily. In his anger, he nearly ripped it as he opened it.

He
felt Aoshi coming closer to him to read the letter.
He felt anger and concern burning from the younger man, feeding his own. He
read the letter, every word inflaming his desire to eliminate the mass
murderer.

�If
you wish your lover to be alive, come to the shrine at the wood tonight. Jine Udo.�

^_^

Is
it okay? Tell me? I was still in my mourning period while writing this so it is
honestly not my best work. I can�t think of a way to improve this though. So
any comment and feedback is very much appreciated.
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