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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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Sano was rendered helpless by Serizawa’s powerful blows. He trembled and gasped for air, but it seemed that even what little strength he needed to intake the life sustaining wind into his lungs had been brutally pounded from his body. He gasped, but it hurt to do so. The breath ripped through his lungs, causing Sano to cough violently, splattering bright red liquid into the palm of his hand, which he held up to his lips. He knew it was hopeless, he was completely drained and at his assailant’s mercy.

“If you’re going to do it, why don’t you get it over with,” Sano coughed and looked up at Serizawa. The man towered over him, like the dreaded reaper of death who had been called from the pits of hell to snatch Sano from his earthly form and deliver him to the dark world beyond. Sano coughed again, barely able to breathe as more blood forcefully exploded forth from his mouth and ran down his chin. “Come on you fuck! What are you waiting for?” Sano yelled, as if pleading now, for it to end. He shut his eyes and lowered his head to receive his last breath. Everything around Sano was still, everything except the ominous sound that lightly vibrated above him. He could hear every detail and sense the cold steel that hovered just above his head. The man who was about to release Sano’s spirit into oblivion held it silent for second.

“Yeeeeaaaah!” Serizawa’s voice echoed into the dark night air to angle the blade of his weapon in direct line of Sano’s vulnerable neck. Another terrifying yell and the sound of the deathly blade in motion followed.

“Shiiiiiiit!” Sano coughed realizing that the moment had arrived. He crushed his eyelids together in anticipation of the blow. Instantly his mind flashed speedy, strobe displays of past images that made up his life. The war, Katsu, Kenshin, Kaoru, Yahiko, the Akabeko… Saitou. He gasped, and called out… but failed to murmur a sound. It was then he heard the blade slice through the air making the familiar sound he’d heard so many times before, just before the sword took a life.

“Saitou,” Sano called out, barely recognizable over the gurgling fluid that poured forth from his mouth. He felt a hot stream drench across and down his neck and shoulders. He had become numb in an instant as shock swept over his body. He was surprised at how painless the onset of death was. At the same time, in that very same instant, he wondered about the intensely hot sensation that soon covered his chest. He could not stop himself from opening his eyes. He peeked through his eyelid’s thin parting. It was right then when Sano, through the small slits of his eyelids, took in the sight. It enabled his mind to make sense of all the sensations he had been feeling up to this point, for he saw that he was drenched in blood. His white gi was no longer what it was, but it took on the color and stench of a slaughtered animal. The metallic odor heated his nostrils that could only be identified as human blood.

“Ahggh,” a glut-tonal murmur bubbled for the last time as he painlessly collapsed under his listless body’s weight, sending his torso to the bridge’s wooden planks beneath him. He lost his sight and the sounds around him suddenly became as faint as a child’s whisper that fell upon snow-covered hills in the winter.

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“It is so good to have you here, Misao-san. You have no idea how much I’ve wondered about you in Kyoto. I mean, with your job and all, it’s just a so dangerous in what you do,” said Kaoru. She carefully took tiny sips of steamy ocha past her lips in-between her sentences. It was obvious that she was happy to share time with her Kyoto friend. Kaoru had grown fond of Misao ever since she shared in the ordeal of defeating the band of criminals that were on Shishio’s side.

Misao sat and listened to Kaoru go on and on. She too was very happy to see her giddy friend again. Although the women were very different in character, they somehow found their common ground, which were, the men in their lives. Their conversation seldom drifted too far from either Kenshin, or Aoshi. Today was an exception, for they both had so much to catch up on even before discussing the men in their lives.

“Misao? Is anything wrong?” Kaoru asked when she slowed her chattering enough to notice that the tiny ninja girl was less than her normal, rather loud self. “Miss Misao?”

She blinked her eyes rapidly, as if she had just woken from a deep sleep. “I’m sorry Kaoru-san,” Misao apologized. “I don’t mean to be preoccupied, that is terribly rude of me. Please forgive me.”

“Awww, nothing to forgive. If I can be of any help, or perhaps just listen? You don’t seem to be as bubbly as you normally are.”

“Aoshi.” “Pardon me?” Kaoru questioned.

“It’s Aoshi,” Misao clarified. “He’ll be angry with me for sure, if he finds out that I’m still in Tokyo.”

“Oh for heaven’s sake. Why? Here I am expecting you to at least stay a few days,” Kaoru said heavy with disappointment in her voice.

Misao sighed deeply and wanted to explain her frustrations to Kaoru, but didn’t exactly know how to put it into words, but she tried anyway. “I don’t really know what is going on with Aoshi. I didn’t expect him to be excited to see me when I met him, yet I didn’t expect him to be so cold either.”

“Cold?” Kaoru repeated the word. “What do you mean?”

“Well, it was as though Aoshi was disappointed to see me, and then he ordered me to go back to Kyoto immediately.”

“Perhaps its job related, Misao. You know how dangerous the cases can be.”

“No, it’s not that,” Misao quickly dismissed Kaoru’s guess. “I was working on the same case, the case Fujita Goro had us investigating. I’ve often worked with Aoshi on cases and he’d never asked me to step down from any of them, no matter how dangerous.”

“Odd…” Kaoru said as she sat back on her heels to give it more thought.

“It isn’t so odd if you knew everything, but I’m not at liberty to say much about Aoshi’s past.”

Kaoru nodded in agreement, “Hai, sometimes it is best to leave the past behind. I’ve seen Kenshin struggle with his past so many times and my wish is to finally see him at rest from it. I seldom ask him about it, because I know it causes him pain to remember.”

“Maybe it is best you don’t know, Kaoru-san. In my case, it is what I do know about Aoshi’s past that makes it so difficult to live with him today.”

“Oh, I see,” said Kaoru as she let out a sigh. She felt helpless, yet was burdened for her friend and wanted to be of some help. She just didn’t quite know how to accomplish that.

“Don’t you worry about me, Kaoru-san. There are also some good that came from this visit. I am happy to say that I will be the one to produce Aoshi’s heir and carry the Shinamori name!”

“Oh! That is wonderful!” Kaoru shouted with excitement. "That is very positive! I mean, what more could a woman want from the man she loves?”

“It’s a little more complicated than that,” Misao sighed once again, but then added, “but I’m willing to see it through. I love the man, I always have and I’m willing to do anything to see to his happiness.”

“Life is pretty tricky, I must admit, but a woman’s love for a man will see her through the roughest hardships.” It was Kaoru’s turn to let out a sigh as she thought on Kenshin’s reluctance to make their relationship permanent. “So, when will you and Aoshi start on producing an heir?” Kaoru giggled at the thought of Misao and Aoshi as a couple.

“Oh! That part has already begun!” Misao announced proudly.

“Oh my! Last night? Oh my! What a coincidence!” Kaoru exclaimed.

“Coincidence?” “Yes,” Kaoru blushed.

“OH!” Misao exclaimed. “You? Himura?”

“Uh huh…” Kaoru nodded.

The two young women buckled over in joyful laughter.

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It was getting late and the day seemed never to end. Cho blew out his candle next to his futon and sprawled out. He tried to relax his tired muscles, but no matter what position his body found on the futon, relaxation escaped, leaving Cho feeling tied in knots. For one thing, it bothered him that Horie shown up at the village. After all, he thought he had everything under control. He especially liked the idea of having the two beautiful women around him. It had the young man feeling pretty special to be needed the way the women seemed to enjoy clinging onto him. Nothing good ever seems to last forever and for Cho, there was no exception to that rule.

Cho fought the haunting thought about Mitsu and Horie sharing the same room just on the other side of the little village home. He was afraid he’d overhear the familiar grunts and squeals of passionate lovemaking. He recalled what he had to endure when, without meaning to eavesdrop, over heard the couple’s lovemaking. It was maddening having been stationed on the other side of the thin wall. It haunted Cho for weeks as a heavy burden, pulling his heart down to the lower depths of the scale of emotions. It took him a visit to the geisha furoya and a night of paid-for sex, for him to get over the haunting thoughts of Mitsu and Horie coupling. The visit to the geisha helped somewhat. It did take his eyes off of Mitsu, but the haunt of guilt for being so damn weak replaced it.

The more Cho thought the more he churned upon his futon until the restlessness started to eat away at his legs. The sensation caused him to sit up, but doing so, had him catch a glimpse at a shadow against his room’s door. He wasn’t sure what it was at first, for there was no movement, but to Cho, it did look like a silhouette, but for the fact that it stayed idle had Cho squinting in the darkness of his room. He waited and stared at it for a while. Still, no movement, he thought. Wishful thinking.

All right, that was it. Cho decided he’d have enough and will put a stop to his sleeplessness by drinking down some cold sake, if that is what it’ll take. He moved toward the door, but as he slid across the tatami the silhouette he had previously dismissed as a figment of his imagination suddenly changed shaped. It practically caused Cho to pass gas; for he wasn’t expecting to have his earlier assumptions turn out to be legitimate.

“What the…?” He reached over to his door and slid it open. Sure enough, just on the other side of it sat Ichie, timidly peering at Cho through the darkness.

“Ichie-chan?” Cho whispered. “Is anything the matter? Are you okay?” Although his voice was hushed, his concern for Ichie was evident in his tone.

“Hai,” Ichie whispered. Despite the fact that it was dark and all hues of color blended together in tones of gray, Ichie hesitated in saying anything more than that. She lowered her head to hide the blush building on her cheeks.

“Come on, you can tell ole Cho. No person in his or her right mind would hang around in the dark for nothing. Something must be botherin’ the purty little miss.” Cho slid his finger under Ichie’s chin and questioned, “Hmmm?”

“I couldn’t sleep. My room is next to Horie-sama and Mitsu-chan’s and…” Ichie hesitated once again and rolled her eyes.

“Say no more, little woman. I’ve been there in that situation with the very same two. That’s what couples do and all, but hell, I know the embarrassment when one is caught having to hear it all.” Cho chuckled, feeling quite sympathetic toward Ichie. “Come on in, we can drink some sake together, I was just on my way to get some when I bumped into you,” Cho invited. “Just make yourself at home and I’ll fetch the sake and be right back before you can say, ‘otearai’."

Cho scurried off and fumbled clumsily in the compact kitchen where the sake was stored. He didn’t bother heating the wine, but did take a helping of dried seaweed and mochi crackers along to snack on. Carefully he tiptoed through the main hall and made his way into the shadows of his room. It surprised him to find that Ichie hadn’t lit the lamp. He carefully set the tray down beside the futon and sat with her.

“Wouldn’t you much rather have your sake under candlelight?” Cho asked with concern over the fact that she may be feeling a bit uncomfortable being alone with a man, in his room in the dark.

“It’s alright,” Ichie responded. “It isn’t quite as dark when your eyes adjust to it. Look…” Ichie motioned toward the window, “the moon is out.”

“Well, it sure is,” Cho, responded with a nod. “And I can practically see the reflection of it in your beautiful eyes.”

Ichie was charmed by Cho’s flirtatious remarks. There was no other man in the village that had a way with words like Cho. She was taken away with her emotions. Cho’s words, even the tone of his voice, had a way of making Ichie feel as though her heart was in flight. She sighed, poured the sake and handed one of the little sake cups to the charming man.

Cho reached for the cup, deliberately allowed his fingers to catch her tiny hand in an obvious embrace, which lasted only for a few seconds, but to Ichie, her world stood still for it’s duration. It seemed that Cho’s heart skipped a beat as well and noticed his reluctance to release the tiny fingers that held the sake.

“Arigato, purty lady,” said Cho and quickly washed his palate with the pungently sweet rice nectar. “Ahhh,” he sighed. "This is mighty good.”

Ichie quickly filled his cup, and hers as well, and kept doing so until the content of the sake bottle tipped vertical for the last pour. It did help the two to relax, for they kept trying not to laugh too loud and disturb Mitsu and Horie across the house. The very idea of having to be quiet had them laughing hysterically. One thing was for sure, neither Cho, nor Ichie was bothered any longer by the other couple’s lovemaking. They found contentment in their little meeting, which turned into a very pleasant party.

“Does Cho like Ichie?” The tipsy woman asked hiding her face behind the fluttering painted fan.

“Hell yeah I do!” Cho exclaimed and then held his hand to cover his mouth to keep from laughing again. “But Cho,” he laughed, “is having a damn time keeping my mouth quiet, ain’t he?”

The both of them continued to laugh, even after tipping into the second bottle of sake. It didn’t take too long to get as far into the drinks as they had. Cho kept forgetting that it was Ichie he was with and not Mitsu. The two sisters were often mistaken one for the other when they were little, and now that they’ve grown, it was still difficult to tell them apart, except when they were both together standing side by side. Ichie was a little shorter than Mitsu, but not by much. She also had a shade or two of a darker tint to her eyes that made it look like her pupil and iris were one and the same.

“Cho-san?” Ichie said trying to get a hold of Cho’s attention whose stare seemed to be burning right through her.

“Hmmm?” He replied without blinking an eye.

Ichie struck at his arm since her words didn’t stir him in the least. “Cho-san!”

“Oh! My grand goodness,” Cho said a little embarrassed, for he realized he was caught in his stare without realizing it himself. “Forgive me! It’s just that… Just that I seldom get to sit with a beautiful woman like yourself without having to pay for it.”

Cho felt a wave of foolishness sweep over his body. Had he said what he just heard from his own mouth? He questioned himself.

“Shoot, I mean… uhhh…” Cho stuttered with total embarrassment now. “I didn’t mean, pay for sex… uhhh.” The further he tried to cover for his verbal slip, the deeper the hole he dug for himself seemed to get bigger. He was exasperated.

“Cho, Cho-san, you need not explain anything to me. I like you just the way you are,” she smiled sweetly.”

“You mean that?” “Uh huh.”

Even in the dark Cho was able to see the tiny glimmer in Ichie’s eyes as he looked at her. He was overcome with infatuation and at the same time, he needed to adjust his growing erection between his legs. It was rather awkward for his piece of growing flesh to choose to stir when he was seated cross-legged on the futon. He felt as though his manhood was straining against the side of his thigh, pleading to be repositioned so to allow its growth completion.

“My back’s killing me,” said Cho. It was the only thing he could think of as an excuse to stretch his legs out. Hoping that his erection wouldn’t thump against the front of his gi, he allowed his legs to unfold in front of him and let out a sigh of relief.

“Does Cho need Ichie to massage the crick from your back?” Ichie versed sweetly anticipating Cho’s acceptance to her favor.

“That wouldn’t be a good idea purty lady. With the sake, the darkness and your sweetness, a man can only withstand so much temptation.”

“Why do you try to withstand?” Ichie asked innocently, although her motive for asking was to lead Cho on, rather than truly seeing to understand the man.

“Well, because…”

“Because what?” Ichie teased as she sat up on her knees and moved toward Cho. “Come and lay on your belly,” Ichie slapped the top of the futon beneath them. “Come on you, I will not bite, I promise.”

Cho knew better, but hell, he was practically foaming at the mouth for some physical attention. His body ached for it and his manhood screamed out for it. There was no way that he could manage enough strength to deny himself just a little of what Ichie was offering him. Actually, he hadn’t had time to think beyond that, for Ichie took Cho by the shoulders and forced her weight against him.

“Alright, purty lady, you win!” Cho surrendered and positioned his body against the futon. He made sure he was comfortable and certain that his extremely erect cock was carefully tucked beneath him without too much of his weight upon it. “There. Do with me as you please.”

Ichie quickly took a position next to Cho, but instead of taking hold of Cho’s tired back, she simply set her body next to his and snuggled close to his side.

“Hey, hey purty lady,” Cho said in surprise. “What is this all about?”

When Cho raised his head to face Ichie, she pushed closer against him, wedging her body between he and the futon.

Her action ripped Cho’s breath from the pit of his stomach, it seemed. Her tiny frame delicately tucked under his torso as he propped himself up by his left elbow and allowed her access to the front of his body. He was rock hard down there where the lower half of her body pressed against, but Cho didn’t care. Not any more, for he had already decided to let himself go. He tried to avoid the situation, but at the same time, he wanted it more than anything he’d ever wanted. And it was finally about to unfold.

“Hmmm,” hummed Cho when he felt Ichie partially under his body pressing up against his erection. He had no intention of stopping; instead he nudged his hip forward gently enjoying the sensations his cock was receiving by the friction between it and Ichie’s tiny body.

“Cho-san?” Ichie whispered.

“Hmn?” He looked at her lying in the crook of his elbow that supported her head. With his right hand, he stroked the side of her cheek with the back of his fingers. He nodded and smiled with a slight squint to his eye. “What is it purty lady?”

Ichie smiled and sent both of her arms around Cho’s neck, but first she slid her fingers past his cheeks. She wanted to kiss him. She wanted to kiss the strange young man the first time she laid eyes on him and this was her chance, maybe her only chance to make that happen, for she had no idea what Horie had in store for her after tomorrow. She pulled him down to her and parted her lips.

“Oh hell,” Cho sighed as he felt Ichie’s arms tug at his shoulders and neck ever so gently. He wanted this kiss as well, perhaps even more than Ichie did. He tried his best not to be too forward about it. He was very careful to take it slow, although a part of him, a very big part of him, wanted to tear into her and make frenzied, passionate love and explore every crevice of her adorable body. He parted his lips as well, and then gently pressed it against Ichie’s soft lips. “Mmmm,” he let out a sensual moan, absorbing the sensation. He pressed down a little harder and sneakily parted her lips with his tongue. She received him incredibly, perfectly. He kissed her tenderly, in a way he’d never kiss anyone before.

Ichie felt it too. It was special this time for her. Indeed she was no stranger to being kissed, but no one ever made her feel the way Cho had her feeling. The village boys, those who Ichie flirted with didn’t quite know how to manage a girl. Then later, it was an older man during the turmoil of the post war struggle, when a traveling samurai, a ronin, promised to return for her someday, but only after he stole her virginity. He never came for her. She let out a tiny, shivering moan as she felt Cho’s tongue teasingly danced and swirled against hers, coaxing her to receive even more from him.

“Cho-chan?” Ichie broke the kiss and the look of appeal shown in her eyes.

Cho was barely coherent, his body was a mass of driving sexual energy, his mind was so captivated by the scrumptious morsel within his arms, but he forced himself to stop and gaze upon her beauty.

“Will you allow me to do this?” She asked politely as she pulled her right arm from around his neck and wedges it between she and he.

Cho shuddered as he realized what it was she was asking to do. Her tiny fingers pushed against the front of his crotch and her fingers molded themselves around his explosive member. He gasped with pleasure, and sensations that were so incredible, so overwhelming he felt his testicles constrict instantly as his pleasure level pushed far beyond his expectations.

Although a little embarrassed, Cho quickly reached down and grasped her by the wrist in order to prevent the sexual excitement to completely overrun him. “Wait Ichie-chan. This boy here is a little too worked up.” He pulled her fingers from his shaft and held her tiny hand against his chest. “Feel that purty lady? That’s my heart a-beatin’.”

“But Cho-chan, I promised you a massage,” said Ichie with a pout worn on her lips.

How could Cho resist? He could not. “Sure, just give me a few minutes.”

Happy, Ichie quickly sat on her heels again and smoothed the futon’s wrinkles from the surface. “Here,” she said with a little pat against the fluffy padding. “Lay here on your back.”

“My back?” Cho questioned. “I thought you’d help get the crick out from my back.”

Ichie giggled. “There are more ways to apply a massage. Trust me Cho-chan, this will definitely relax you.”

“You’re the one I want to trust forever purty lady,” Cho said in a hushed voice remembering that they weren’t alone in the house. He made himself comfortable on his back. Before he could say anything Ichie’s agile fingers undid the front of his fasten and she once again, had her fingers wrapped around his throbbing organ.

“Oooo,” Cho cooed and then sipped a gob of air, which filled his lungs to capacity. Then, he exhaled, “Ahhhh.” He felt as though his hot flesh was going to begin frying in Ichie hand. Her caresses were beyond any words Cho could find to describe.

“Please Cho-chan, please enjoy this.”

“I would have to be dead not to enjoy,” Cho replied. He pushed his hips up, sliding his cock through her fingers and he let out a moan that vibrated in his throat. “Yesss, oh hell yeah!”

“You like?” Ichie asked. Her fingers worked his shaft as she watch the expression of Cho’s pleasure march across his face. She noticed how long his lashes were, even in the dark. Or was that just a shadow cast under his eyelids as he held his eyes shut. It didn’t matter to Ichie, for she absolutely enjoyed Cho’s expressions. She adored the man.

Cho’s mouth opened slightly with pleasure, “Uh huh, yeahhh. I love this—what you are doing to me. Uh huh…” Suddenly Cho’s body went tense. “My Buddha! He exclaimed. Oh my, my mmmy sweet heavenly…” Cho gasped as his cock was abruptly saturated with incisive sensations that only could mean penetration. He quickly lifted his head and looked down to see his cock dipped into Ichie’s oral hallow. Her lips stretched around his shaft and the head of his cock buried inside of her mouth. “Ichie-chan…” Cho couldn’t speak, he couldn’t even think at that point. All he was able to do right then was secure her head with both of his hands and then pump his molten hot semen into her mouth. It was so sudden, but it couldn’t be helped, he had to let go. Cho had lost all control.

Ichie did her best from having any of Cho’s spent seed fall from her lips, but the young man was ample and had quite a workout with having to control himself being with two exceptionally beautiful women. His seminal tide was at its peak when the floodgates opened sending the rapids bursting against the Ichie’s lips. She quickly swallowed his gift and carefully licked the escaped stream that ran down Cho’s shaft.

Cho shuddered with pleasure, even after his climatic experience with her. Ichie’s tiny, flickering tongue was the perfect topping to a wonderful and powerful climax. Cho let out a quiet, satisfied moan and his entire body relaxed.

Ichie returned to Cho’s side and lay in his arms. Even though she hadn’t had an orgasm, she was totally satisfied and completely happy.

“Ichie-chan,” Cho held her closely.

“Yes Cho-chan?” “Let me satisfy you now.”

“But I am completely satisfied.” Her hand rested upon Cho’s bare chest where her finger danced the figure eight upon.

“How?” Cho, not quite understanding what Ichie meant.

“Please, trust me. I have everything I could ever want, right here, right now,” she whispered reassuringly.

Ichie smiled as she felt a little tear escape the side of her eye. Yes, indeed, she couldn’t be happier, she thought as she heard the man she had just made love to let out a sleepy little snore of contentment.
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