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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 laid still in the warm pool of blood, for what seemed like an eternity. However, in actuality, only a few seconds had passed since the deafening sound of cutting flesh under the steel blade rang through the young man’s ears. Now, there was a deathly quiet permeating the entire area.

There were only a few strangers present who witnessed the unfolding horror before them. The testimony of what had taken place a few minutes prior was written on their faces as they stood there in shock, rendered motionless in their positions. There before them, a tall man loomed over the dead. A crimson puddle found its way through the wooden planks of the bridge, which allowed the remaining life sustaining essence of the corpse to drain into the clear water of the pond below, breaking the silence.

The tall man nudged the fallen body with his foot and spoke in a low tone, “This is what is expected when one follows one’s own stupidity.” He squatted and rested a firm hand on Sano’s shoulder. “Can you walk?”

Sano coughed a little, the wind once again filled his lungs afresh as he slowly recovered from Serizawa’s fierce blows to his midsection. “How the fuck do you think I can walk—my head just got chopped off,” said Sano with his voice sounding squeaky and frail.

“What the hell are you talking about? You’re head is right where I saw it last—upon your shoulders,” Saitou said calmly as he tried to keep himself from laughing. Though the situation was serious, Saitou relished the display of Sano being himself.

“Look… can’t you see it? My head!” Sano exclaimed. With each breath, Sano's strength, as well as his consciousness, edged its way back to normality.

Saitou could no longer hold back his laugher, but instead, he let out an unusually broad chuckle in adoration over his, sometimes mindless, mate. “That is not your head Ahou! If it were, you wouldn’t be staring eye-to-eye with it.”

“What the…” Sano sat up quickly, cringing at the pain in his midsection. “Fucken hell!” Sano exclaimed as he found himself sitting in a pool of blood next to the decapitated corpse. “That’s fucken… Serizawa’s head! —Saitou, you…”

Saito took hold of Sano’s arm and assisted the injured man to his feet. “I’ve grown fond of having your head right where it is—attached to your shoulders. I was not going to allow Serizawa the satisfaction of removing it.”

Saitou nodded at a few police officers that were arriving. They seemed to know exactly what to do from that point on, leaving Saito to remove Sano from the scene. The wolf carefully helped the young man into the carriage and then climbed in as well.

“Where’s my gi top?” Sano asked.

“I took it off of you because it was drenched,” Saitou replied as he lit a cigarette.

“What the fuck did you do to Serizawa anyway?”

“I stopped him from killing you,” Saitou’s words fell sharply as his lips drew thin and exhaled a line of smoke from between them.

“I would have killed him before that,” huffed Sano, as he wiped some of solidifying blood from his chin.

Saitou shook his head and mumbled, “Ahou.”

“So… Where are we headed?”

“Where you were earlier, and where you should not have left.” With a glare Saitou caught Sano’s eyes with his own, and then he asked, “What possesses you to do such idiotic things all the time anyway? What the hell were you thinking, going up against a man like Serizawa? You were just asking to be killed. Did you not know that he was connected with the head of the underground here in Tokyo?”

“I don’t give a fuck about any of that. Katsu was drugged and left for dead on the side of the roadway damn it! How the hell was I suppose to ignore scum like that?”

“There are other ways of dealing with the pathetic bottom feeders than running out and about, asking them to slice you open,” Saitou scolded.

“Damn, I smell like a slaughter house. Let me wash myself off before going to the hospital.”

Saitou flicked his cigarette out the carriage window and frowned, shaking his head. “You can bathe at Dr. Genzai’s, or perhaps at my place if he says you are fit to do so. I want him to examine you first. You took a few hard blows from Serizawa and I want to know if your previous injury was affected.”

Silence.

“Hell Saitou, I know I was in trouble. For a second there, I thought I had taken my last breath.” Sano looked into Saitou’s golden orbs and sighed deeply. “Thanks.”

Saitou moved from his bench and sat next to Sano. He drew the window shades down on either side of them and took the young man up in his arms. “You should not be so impulsive,” he said and then placed his lips against Sano’s.

Sano was instantly overwhelmed by Saitou’s embrace and affectionate behavior. Sano knew he had acted on impulse, which had almost gotten him killed this time. If anything, Sano was bracing for the brunt of Saitou’s wrath for being so careless in getting himself into such a situation. Instead, he was in the wolf’s arms, being kissed so tenderly. Sano was submerged in a sea of emotions, broadening his scope of what being loved felt like. It was truly happening to him, Sano was finally loved. It was a state of being he had searched for ever since he was flooded with so much anger from the war when the man he admired, Sagara Sozo, was executed by the Meiji Government.

Sano met Saitou’s kiss with much fervor. He pulled the wolf’s tongue between his lips and swirled his oral member in a dance-like motion around Saitou’s. He loved the way Saitou kissed him. It always made him feel special and important. He truly believed that he mattered to the wolf and that Saito wanted Sano to be a part of his life. Sano was feeling rather foolish for setting himself up only to jeopardize his life. He had something to hold onto, something to live for. Sano had Saitou. What he did, caused him to wonder about himself. How could he not have thought something like that through?

“I’m sorry,” Sano said as he broke the deep kiss they were locked in. “I’m sorry I did such a stupid thing.”

Saitou didn’t say a word. He pulled Sano into his arms again and held onto him even tighter, resuming their kiss. Saitou didn’t want to think about losing Sano. He had loved and lost before, and for the life of him, he didn’t want to experience that again. The wolf would much rather lay his life down and have Sano live, rather than have to face life without his mate. There was a part of Saitou that yearned to speak the words Sano most wanted to hear, but it was still difficult, for Saitou’s past hadn’t let go of his heart, not totally.

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

“NOOO! How can you tell me something so horrible?” Mochi Hana broke down instantly falling to her knees. Her body trembled and she fought the sickening feeling that crept around the inside of her belly. “Please tell me what you said is not true!”

“I’m sorry,” said the estate steward. “The men that accompanied Serizawa-sama, they’ve returned with his body in tow."

Mochi Hana wept in disbelief and she was overtaken with grief. She tried to pull herself together and control her emotions, but the news of Serizawa hit her like a wild horse stampede. The man was her soul mate! She couldn’t believe that her ears were hearing the right thing. Due to their profession, Mochi Hana always knew that neither she, nor Serizawa were going to live a long life, but she still wasn’t at all prepared for this day.

“How did it happen?” Mochi Hana demanded to know. She choked back the tears that threatened to break forth. She refused the right to weep. Instead, she regained her composure and stood to her feet, still trembling a bit, but nonetheless, she managed to stand.

“Serizawa was out on his regular rounds, the other two men were working further down, on the next street. They said that they heard some kind of commotion and with caution, went to investigate. By the time they approached his body it was too late. The police were already there. The witnesses confirmed that there was two men involved that immediately left, by way of carriage, as the police arrived. No one could tell them anything more than that.

“My brother and Mitsu-san should be arriving tomorrow. I want every available man to seek information on what took place. Send the two men that were with Serizawa-sama to me right away. I will speak to them myself. I want to know who is responsible for my man’s death!”

“Hai,” the steward bowed and quickly exited, leaving Mochi Hana to contemplate her next move. Seething anger trickled through her veins causing her blood to boil over the fact that her man had been taken from her. She wanted blood for blood. Retribution screamed against the chambers of her soul, echoing against her heart. There was no other alternative. Mochi Hana would not rest until she saw her new mission though. She hasted not at putting on her shinobi shizoku, followed by the expected knock came at her drawn door.

“Enter,” said she as she stuffed her pouch with suriken and attached a double-headed tantou just above her ankle strapped securely to her calf.

The men who had accompanied Serizawa on his rounds respectfully entered the room with their heads lowered, the both of them apologizing for their neglect in saving Serizawa from decapitation.

“Save all of that for the weak. Tell me exactly what you two seen and do not hold back. You mentioned two men leaving the area by carriage.” Mochi Hana stood to her feet and struck the heal of her foot against the tatami to wedge the straps of the tantou in place.

“Neither one of us seen anything worth telling, but some of the other people who saw part of what took place said that there were two men involved, besides your man,” said the opium runner in an uneasy manner. “They said, the one man carried off the other whom had started the commotion with our leader.”

“That is right,” the other man spoke up, “that is what the other people told us. However, I do remember seeing something that might lend you more insight.”

Mochi Hana raised her head with interest. She lifted an eyebrow and nodded, encouraging the man to continue. “Go on, tell me.”

“Well, one of the police found a gi top, soaked in blood. It was light in color, could have been white. As the officer looked at it, I was able to see an insignia on the back of it. It was embroidered with black silk.”

“An insignia you say? What was its pattern? Were you able to clearly it out?” Mochi Hana began to pace back and forth, hoping the men could give her a lead. “Think gentlemen! I will stop at nothing to avenge Serizawa-sama’s death.”

“It looked like the emblem stated, ‘bad’.

“Yes, yes, it was design, ‘bad’ in black silk that was on the back of that gi,” the partner of the other man insisted.

Mochi Hana walked to the door and bowed. “You did well, and I hold nothing against you for Serizawa-sama’s death. I understand that it was business as usual and you both were doing what was expected of you."

With that said, Mochi Hana stepped through the door and slipped into the night as she had been doing routinely for months. This time her agenda was different. Her heart felt as though it had been ripped in two. She had no will to go on living. Not without her man. Instead, she had made up her mind to sacrifice her life, if need be, and slay whomever it was that so brutally ended Serizawa’s life.

The ninja beauty leaped between the walls and tall fence naturally, with grace and distinguished ease. One would have thought that Mochi Hana had the speed of a feline, as well as the talons of a falcon to ascent the vertical structures so effortlessly. Facile it indeed was for her, credited to the way she was raised. Most of her early years were spent in training. The arts were bestowed upon her through generations of gifting, abilities and deadly, accurate skills.

“Hmmm,” hummed the agile ninja woman under her breath. She crouched low beneath the awning of the estate’s main building and peered into the shadows of the thick bamboo on the east side behind her. Mochi Hana sensed that she was not alone. Was it the wind rustling the leaves? She thought and held her breath still in her lungs, so not to interfere with the sounds around her. There were no unusual sounds, but yes, she definitely became aware that she was being stalked. Who could it be? She wondered. She shifted her focus onto eluding the pursuer and quickly dashed quickly from exposure, into the shadows.

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

“You’re very lucky young man,” Dr. Genzai said with a sigh of relief. “I hate to think how much worse it would have been if you re-injured your rib."

“What is the verdict Genzai-sensei?” Saitou asked with sincere concern, which he didn’t try to hide.

Doctor Genzai gave Saitou a pat on the arm and with confidence he replied, “Don’t allow the young man to concern you too much. You can help by keeping him from crossing any more hoodlums’ path with revengeful notions. Sanosuke-kun’s rib sustained a little bruising. It is a good thing he took most of the blows on his abdomen. He’s pretty tough!”

Saitou smirked knowing that there was a lot of truth to the doctor’s statement. His mate was tough— Tough enough to catch his eye from the very beginning. Admitting his feelings for Sano was difficult for the wolf to do, but once he inwardly confessed the affections he harbored for the young man, it wasn’t long afterwards that Sano took control over Saitou’s heart. It happened so quickly. Without warning. It was Sano’s toughness that caught Saitou’s interest, and it was the young man’s innocence that caused Saitou to allow himself to become possessed by the young man.

The ride to Saitou’s house was a quiet one. Sano was beginning to feel the effects of the pain medication and had become entranced over Saitou’s bouncing and rocking silhouette that shown before the moonlight behind the wolf through the window. Saitou, on the other hand, had his thoughts occupied with the incident that took place in town on the Kikue Bridge. He knew that it was only a matter of time for Horie to find out who was responsible for his man’s slaughter. Most importantly, he was terribly concerned for Sano’s welfare. The situation was not critical at the moment, for Saitou was informed that Horie was out of town and his shinobi would be on top of any pre-investigative activity that the underground syndicate deployed. Nevertheless, he wasn’t about to throw caution to the wind. Saitou had plans to cover Sano.

“I’m hungry, do you know that?”

“I know that now,” Saitou chuckled at his mate’s way of trying to ease the situation. Yes, the wolf had grown very fond of the ex-fighter-for-hire and he would do anything to keep the young man safe and secure.

When they arrived at the house Saitou took precautions upon entering it. He wasn’t sure if Serizawa’s killing had started repercussions, although he doubted anything would happen too soon. Not with Horie still being out of town. He prepared the water for Sano’s soak, which didn’t take too long. In the meantime Sano picked at some food and took in some soothing ocha.

“Shit!” Sano exclaimed with a yelp. “The damn water is not warm enough.” Sano was standing there, stripped of all his soiled covering.

“You will have to wait a few minutes longer,” Saitou instructed. “The fire beneath is only now beginning to go high. In the meantime, allow me to rinse you with the kettle water,” Saitou said as he went into the kitchen area and returned with the big cooking pot of boiling water. “This will get things started,” he said as he added it to the bath bucket water that Sano originally started to use. “Let’s get the caked blood off of you before you climb into the soak bin.”

Sano’s never felt so pampered before in his life! He enjoyed Saitou’s catering and soaked it up, appreciating the care Saitou was displaying toward him. Sano especially like the thought of the wolf’s obvious care for him. That meant more to him than anything else.

“Hold still Ahou,” Saitou complained, while Sano tried to side step the oncoming spill.

“I wasn’t sure if it was warm enough. I don’t want to freeze, you know?”

“I know now,” snickered Saitou as he enjoyed looking at Sano’s slick, wet body standing before him. He slowly poured the warm water over his mate and watched the liquid erode the caked blood off of Sano’s hair. Saitou was certainly glad Sano was finally ridding himself of the unsightly reminder of the bloody scene that had taken place earlier. Sano was a terrible mess and in an intensely vulnerable situation. If it weren’t for Saitou’s intervention, Sano would be on his way to his ancestors’ dwelling---beyond.

“You’re getting your kimono wet Saitou. You may as well take it off.”

“If you stop splashing around I would remain dry.”

“Why do you suppose I’m splashing?” Sano chuckled happily, just like a little child at the beach. “Come on, we both had a hard evening and you’ll have to bathe before you go to sleep anyway. Come on,” he whined in his most familiar pleading tone, knowing that Saitou always had a difficult time resisting him when he used that tone.

“Here, hold this,” said Saitou as he handed Sano the water bucket. He stepped aside from the puddles of water in the small bathroom into the area that connected Saitou’s house to the bath area. He stripped the heavy kimono from his body and stepped back into the modest bathing area.

“Oh yeah!” Sano exclaimed with jumping eyebrows on his forehead. “It’s my turn to pour water this time.”

“No you don’t,” Saitou barked and snatched the bucket from Sano’s hands. He scooped some of the steaming water from the soak bin. “The water is heated,” Saitou nodded at the bath stool. “Come sit here and allow me to wash your hair.

“Hey Saitou,” Sano said in a low tone—most seriously.

“Hmmm?” “Thanks.”

Saitou poured the steaming water over Sano’s head.

“Hey! That’s fucken hot!” Sano yelped.

“I know that,” Saitou huffed as he rubbed the cleansing balm onto Sano’s head and began rubbing it in through the young man’s hair down to his scalp.

“Oh… I get it. You don’t want me to talk about my owing you for saving my life and all.”

“There is no reason to discuss the matter. What is done will remain behind of us,” Saitou said firmly. He was leaving no room for discussion.

“But Saitou…” Sano turned to look meet Saitou’s eyes with his own, “…you lopped a man’s head right off his shoulders this evening. How can you go on as if nothing happened? I don’t fucken get you. Don’t you need to talk about it?”

Saitou poured more of the steaming water upon Sano’s head, causing the young man to shrug his shoulders tightly against his neck. He dropped the bucket off to the side and knelt down and looked up at his mate seated on the stool.

“I have no need to speak of what had to be done. It was necessary to extend your life here…” Saitou paused briefly, reached up and took a hold of Sano with his hand, just behind the young man’s neck. He pulled Sano close to him and added, “Here, with me Sanosuke.”

Saitou’s arms wrapped around Sano’s torso and Sano returned the embrace. The two held on to each other for quite awhile. The sound of dripping water echoed against the walls of the little bathroom. Neither spoke, but they listened to the familiar sounds around them and appreciated the fact that they were alive to share the rest of the evening together. They realized that, if it were fate’s course, either one of them could be taken from the other’s side at any time. The thought was sobering.

Sano reached down and collected the bucket, scooped water from the big bin beside him and poured it over Saitou who still knelt before him. It was as though the two were performing a ritual of cleansing. Saitou first removed the blood of the dead man from Sano’s body. Then, in turn, Sano was about to do the same for Saitou, and wash the residue of the spirit of slaughter from the wolf’s soul. The ministration was done sincerely and both Saitou and Sano experienced a deeper bonding because of it. It was a time of healing for the both of them in different ways, but each took on the role of healer, one for the other.

Saitou stood to his feet with an obvious erection, which delighted Sano, for the young man was also aroused and desired to take their bonding onto the physical level as well. Saitou smiled, noticing Sano’s expression light up in hungry delight.

“Let us move to the soak bin, shall we?” Saitou suggested and stepped into the steam filled bath and slowly lowered himself into the soothing water. “Allow me entrance?” Saitou asked Sano sensuously without prelude.

The mere fact that Saitou asked for intimacy with Sano had the young man eager to surrender his body over to Saitou’s desire. Sano’s erection was in full bloom and his desire, at that moment, had him wanting to please the man who rescued him from the grips of death. Sano considered it an honor to give himself to Saitou, and he was excited at the thought. He quickly lifted himself from the bath stool and stood to gaze upon the lover whom was about to take him.

Sano took his erection in hand and began stroking it between the head of his penis and his balls. “Do you want this?” he asked Saitou with obvious lust riding on his words.

“What I want is for you to step in here,” Saitou replied.

Sano did as he was ordered to do and stood there, just before the seated wolf. “Like this?”

“Not quite. I want you to turn around,” Saitou instructed.

Sano did as Saitou asked and faced the other way. The excitement was building, adding more pressure in his cock with unbelievable sensations running up and down his shaft as he continued to stroke his very stiff member—slowly.

“Like this?” Sano said in answer to Saitou’s verbal desires.

“Mmmm,” Saitou moaned slightly. “Not quite yet. Bend over and allow me to take in the view of your offering.” Saitou’s manhood was straining within his hand, for he could not just sit there without easing the excruciating urges at his groin. He manipulated his cock between his fingers, while he treated himself to the sight of Sano’s physical, masculine physique.

Again, Sano complied with much pleasure. He lowered his torso forward to expose the area between his legs that Saitou, no doubt, enjoyed viewing the most. Sano parted his legs and supported himself with one arm against he edge of the bath bin, while he continued to slide his other hand over and around his shaft.

Delighted, Saitou let out a very sensual, thick moan. “Yes Sanosuke,” said the wolf with pleasure. He ravished the sight of Sano from his perspective. The young man’s thick thighs pulled together, beginning from the back of Sano’s knees, up the inside of the legs, and then it came together at Saitou’s most favorite junction— Just under the cheeks of the ass, where the young man’s testicles hung. It all came together as a familiar reference point, which led Saitou’s focus to Sano’s inviting port of entry.

Saitou’s audible expression of pleasure stirred Sano to increase his strokes up and down his shaft. “Oh shit! I’m climbing up the damn mountainside to fucken fast. My cock Saitou… I can’t stand it. I want your fucken cock in me. I want you to fuck me.” Sano’s requested, sounding rather urgent. It was obviously certain that the young man was losing control and he desired the wolf’s cock to enter him in the worst way.

“You like being penetrated now, do you not?” Saitou said with motivation to tease Sano, so as to fan the young man’s desire to being penetrated, even more than Sano already desired to be.

“Oh hell yeah. I fucken crave your cock now.” Sano began to move his hips to and fro as he began to fuck his own clenched fist. He pumped at his palm, and then turned his head to look at Saitou’s hypnotic stare. He noticed that Saitou’s lips were parted and the distant look in the wolf’s eyes was a good indication that his lover was in full rutting spirit. When Sano saw Saitou lean back against the bath bin to stretch out, Sano moved backward toward Saitou, and let out a submissive moan, his own cock still firmly grasped in his hand.

“Ahhh,” Saitou moaned louder than before. The wolf was about to have his yearning’s content. He took Sano by the hips and guided the young man into position, just over his swollen, sex. He was very anxious to begin fucking his mate, but he took his time in making the initial connection, pressing the head of his penis against Sano’s portal. “I am surprised that you are actually wanting to surrender yourself in this way to me,” said Saitou just before he pulled down at Sano’s hips, causing his mate to press the tight entry against the tip of his cock.

“It doesn’t hurt as much anymore,” Sano said as he took his bottom lip between his teeth and lowered himself upon Saitou. “Ahggh,’ he tried to muffle expressing the initial pain of entry and bit down a little harder on his lip.

Although the sensation catapulted Saitou onto the next level, he restricted himself from the temptation to ram into his mate. Instead, he allowed Sano to take whatever time needed to adjust comfortably. However, as Sano’s opening stretched over his cock and the burning of his mate’s internal heat enveloped him, it was Saitou’s turn to take his bottom lip between his teeth in order to restrain himself.

Finally, Sano had taken the entirety of Saitou’s sexual member into him. Sano leaned his back against the wolf and enjoyed the moment of their unity. Saitou welcomed him, embracing his mate in his arms as he slowly began to move his hip, enraptured by Sano’s willingness to be perforated by him.

“Sanosuke,” Saitou huffed.

“Yeah?” Sano moaned back at Saitou.

“Support yourself above me. I will also take care of your need as well,” Saitou directed.

Sano reached for the bath bin’s edge on either side of them and removed his weight from Saitou beneath him. He immediately felt Saitou thrust into him, withdrew and thrust again. Sano’s lips parted permitting a guttural moan to escape from between them as Saitou continued to pump at Sano’s rear.

Saitou hadn’t forgotten his promise to Sano to see to his mate’s sexual requisite. He moved his hands from Sano’s hips where he had been holding Sano steady to take full advantage of his entry into his mate and he slid his hands around the young man’s waist until he caught Sano’s bobbing cock in his grasp.

Sano gasped at Saitou’s touch. With Saitou cock moving in and out of him in steady rhythm and now that Saitou had begun stroking his shaft, it was way too much for him to keep from falling over the edge into ecstasy.

“Saitou, you do this just so good. Damn, I can feel you clear up to my throat.” His words caught under his gasping breath… “Ahggh, I fucken… oh fuck! Fu…ckkkk,” Sano shuttered.

Saitou pulled Sano against him; totally impaling his lover as deep as his cock could go. “Hold steady, a minute. I don’t want it to conclude so quickly.”

“Oh shit, I’m about there!”

“I know you are, I can feel you when I’m inside like this.”

“You can? How do I feel?” Sano asked as he was catching his breath, as well as his willpower not to fall over the edge so quickly.

“Sanosuke, I desire to take you a little differently tonight, if you don’t mind.”

Sano was surprised that Saitou wanted to do something different. Of course this had Sano even more desirous of spilling his seed. The pressure directly under his testicles was almost unbearable. “Whatever you want, shit… I owe you my life!”

“Enough of that,” Saitou scolded. “Now off of me and let us retire to my room.”

The men, satisfied with their bath, were both excited to get to the bed where Saitou would take Sano the rest of the way. They didn’t spend too much time toweling each other dry and pranced nakedly to the back room of the house, both wearing their anticipation for their sexual conclusion at their groins.

“Kneel on the bed,” Saitou ordered. Saitou’s voice was a lot firmer, his request urgent. He watched the sensational body that Sano wore follow his directions. “Now, I want you to set your chest upon the bed and take the inside of your knees with your hands.”

“Like this?” Sano asked desiring to do exactly what Saitou wanted. The position had Sano feeling a bit exposed, to say the least, but he was definitely willing to see to the wolf’s desires.

“Mmmm, just hold it like that a minute.” Saitou took the vile of oil from its assigned spot on the tabletop next to the bed. He positioned himself just behind Sano’s rear and ran his hand between the young man’s thighs and took the delicate sacks in his hand. Hearing Sano’s gasp had gotten him even more excited about regaining Sano’s hot spot beyond the tight portal. With his other hand he lavishly poured some oil at the top of Sano’s buttocks, just between the crack and watched as the clear potion ran down to the pink, inviting pucker of his ass. “You are in the position that I want you to be for my delivery,” Saitou said as he put his cock against Sano’s opening. Without any more hesitation Saitou thrust forward all at once, completely burying himself into Sano.

Sano’s hands gripped the insides of his knees as Saitou rushed the entry. “Ahggh! Holy shit! What the fuck?” Sano rapidly panted with obvious pain in his wail.

It was as though Saitou had become deaf to Sano’s blatant, painful cries. Saitou withdrew and thrust forward again, harder this time than the previous. “I’m taking you this way Sanosuke Sagara,” Saito stated. Saitou rammed Sano again, pulled out completely and rammed him again, losing himself in the total frenzy of his own forceful actions. Saitou couldn’t help himself. He had almost lost his mate earlier that evening and his anger at Sano for being so careless was then being vented.

“Oh fuck! Saitou… my ass! You’re going to break my damn ass! Slow the fuck down!”

“Shut up, Ahou!” Saitou growled. “You set yourself up to end what we’ve built together? You put yourself in such a position, vulnerable, willing to be killed? What for? Was it your friend that motivated you to risk what we have?” Saitou plunged deep into Sano, withdrew and rammed his cock harder, faster, fucking the young man without halt. He grit his teeth hard and dug his fingernails into Sano’s flesh, pulling the young man’s hips against him forcefully.

Sano knew that he was at fault. He also understood why Saitou was fucking him angrily, passionately. Although it hurt, Sano felt as though he was receiving everything that was inside of the wolf. Sano tossed his head back as far as he could and shouted. “Then fucken take me, make me yours, so nothing else will matter to me anymore.”

Saitou reached forward, took a handful of Sano’s hair and gave it a hard, angry pull and thrust his cock into the young man at the same time. He held Sano in that position for a few seconds and then, he gave in. The orgasm shot through his body and just about stopped the wolf’s heart. Waves of arresting sensations sped through him, followed by the flow of his essence into Sano that pumped up from his tightened balls and through the channel of his explosive shaft.

As he came to his senses, he realized that Sano was mumbling muffled words beneath him. He listened and came to understand its meaning. The words melted any residue of hostility that had been left over from his sexual vent.

“I’m sorry, Saitou… I’m sorry,” Sano sobbed. Sano was shedding tears of regret for causing Saitou such anxieties. “I’m sorry Saitou.”

Saitou withdrew and turned his mate over to lay on the bed. He set his body upon his mate and very gently, kissed him.

“I’m sorry,” Sano went on to say and wept tears that streamed from the side of his eyes.

Saitou sighed heavily and ran his tongue alongside of Sano’s face following the tear streams, and then he kissed its source at the corner of each of Sano’s eyes. He placed his lips over Sano’s mouth and kissed his mate deeply. Kissed his chin next, then Sano’s neck, followed by the young man’s chest and then down the trail of his abdomen.

Sano’s sobs turned into little lustful moans as Saitou’s mouth took Sano’s cock within. With unspoken words, the men expressed everything they were holding within, which drew them even closer than they had ever been before.

With Saitou’s head between Sano’s hands, the young man arched his back and pumped into Saitou his gift of gratitude. Saitou drank passionately.

It was a glorious union between the men, one that will not be soon forgotten; for it was then that their roles were verified and confirmed. Each took their position in each other’s lives graciously. Saitou was committed to watch over and protect his beloved mate and Sano was determined to fulfill his lover’s desires. Thusly, their relationship was set in their hearts, devoted, one to the other.
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