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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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For Kenshin, morning meant a routine of chores. He was awake at dawn. He swept and then mopped the dojo, as well as, the great hall that led up to the facility. It had been awhile since the floors were done properly, and as damp as the weather had been lately, Kenshin found himself with the extra task of having to deal with mold. He didn’t mind keeping busy—not in the least. It kept his mind occupied. If he’d let himself, Kenshin would definitely be brooding over the fact that Aoshi and Misao were taking the plunge in starting a family.

As Kenshin walked past Aoshi’s old room, he stopped briefly to recall the passionate physical engagements he and his lover shared together in there. It hadn’t been easy for Kenshin to accept that Aoshi acted on the decision to take up residence elsewhere. There was a churning in his midsection and his heart ached with bareness. Had Aoshi really gone for good? Kenshin couldn’t shake the thought from his mind. A part of him wanted to believe it was for the best. After all, it was Kenshin who stressed how important it was for the two of them to secure their future heirs and extend their lives through their children. Nevertheless, the ill feelings were still there, running through Kenshin like a flood of septic fluid. He missed Aoshi and he wished the shinobi hadn’t left.

“You look awfully solemn standing there so deep in thought.”

“Oro?” Kenshin broke past his trance-like state and turned to find his heart in his throat. “Aoshi!”

“You look surprised to see me,” the shinobi said in an extremely smooth tone. “Were you thinking about our relationship terminating?” Before Kenshin could answer, Aoshi took the swordsman by the arm, and then he roughly led Kenshin a few steps to the door of Aoshi’s old room. “I’ll let you decide.” Aoshi slid the door open and stepped inside.

“What do you mean by that?” Kenshin asked.

“I will wait in here for you to make a decision, Kenshin Himura. If you are willing to make us your priority, you will enter within and become mine forever, but if you should decide this path is not a part of your destiny, then walk away, and I shall never return.”

Kenshin had no doubt that Aoshi was eventually going to confront him to make a decision. He sighed deeply as he faced the expected. The swordsman couldn’t blame Aoshi for demanding security in their relationship, but Kenshin didn’t particularity appreciate Aoshi’s tactics. He stood there for several seconds, contemplating. He wanted to walk through the door and get everything about their relationship out on the table, in plain view. But then again, his past attempts to do that with Aoshi, failed miserably.

After sliding the door shut behind him, Aoshi leaned against the back wall in wait for his lover. If there had ever been a time for Aoshi to doubt Kenshin’s desires, it was then. Their relationship had seen its way through the rough spots thus far, but the shinobi wasn’t exactly sure how far Kenshin would bend. Aoshi was desperate to know, even if it meant forcing the swordsman to submit to him by resorting to pushing his way into Kenshin’s life. For Aoshi, there was no other way.

Sixty seconds passed, which seemed like a lifetime for the men in waiting. Their hearts were stirred, and there was no mistaking the anxiety that clawed at their spines. Aoshi wanted Kenshin, and it would be safe to say that, Kenshin wanted Aoshi, equally. The two of them realized just within the short span of their separation, how much they depended on each other. Neither of them wanted to let the other go.

“Aoshi,” Kenshin called out quietly into the room after stepping through the doorway. “Do you not think there is a way to work things out between us?”

The shinobi replied, “Only if you are willing to set our relationship as your priority in life, Kenshin Himura. I will not settle for anything less than that.”

It seemed all too familiar to Kenshin as he looked into Aoshi’s cold blues. Kenshin had definitely seen that expression on Aoshi’s face before. The two confrontations of the past between he and the shinobi flashed into his mind, kicking up the dust of suppressed memories that were better left behind closed doors. Back then, Aoshi wasn’t able to settle for less than first position in anything, and it was apparent that the shinobi wasn’t going to kindly accept any position other than the lead in Kenshin’s life. The incredible, fierce battle with their deadly blades was fought because of Aoshi’s driven lust to be the best swordsman in Japan. What better way to prove that he was an elite than to face Japan’s notorious manslayer, Kawakami Gensai, otherwise known as, Kenshin Himura?

“Aoshi,” said Kenshin as he slid the door shut and latched it behind him. “Ever since the first time we were intimate, I had given to you the only way I knew how. I have nothing more to give, since all of me, you already possess.”

Silence.

Aoshi stared at Kenshin with a look that said—kill. Though that word was not to be taken literally, but it was obvious that Aoshi desired Kenshin’s life in a different way now. The shinobi had it in his sights to gain exclusive rights to Kenshin’s heart, even Kenshin’s very soul, if it were possible. Without saying a word Aoshi pushed away from the wall, seized Kenshin’s arms and drew the ex-hitokiri against his body.

“Oro?” Kenshin willfully declined to struggle against the strong shinobi.

Aoshi took Kenshin’s hair knot that bound the swordsman’s thick locks, and then twirled it around his fist. He gave the handful a firm yank.

“Aoooo—shi,” gasped Kenshin as his neck bent backward. He parted his lips uttering Aoshi’s name along with another urgent gasp.

Aoshi bore his teeth and bit down on his white enamels, gritting the front of them together, gnashing, almost with contempt. “If you are wondering why I’ve come back in such a mood Kenshin Himura…” Aoshi hissed against Kenshin’s neck just below the earlobe, “…it is because I need to know where you have me positioned in your life.” By the hair, Aoshi pulled Kenshin and roughly pushed the swordsman against the wall—the same wall that Aoshi had been leaning up against prior.

At that point Kenshin wasn’t certain if he needed to seriously guard himself from Aoshi’s aggravated behavior. Kenshin sensed that Aoshi was not simply role-playing this time, as they had done so on many occasions during their sexual encounters in the past. This time, there was a definite aura radiating from the shinobi. Menacing, angry, so it seemed to Kenshin.

“What is it going to be, hmmm?” Aoshi, still baring his teeth, snarled into Kenshin’s ear. “You must know that I am an expert in stealth. Yes, Kenshin. When you least expect a shinobi to be present that is when you can count on him to be watching you. It is when you least expect me to be next to you, that I am.”

“Oro?” Kenshin managed to squeak out his questionable surprise verbally.

“Yes, I think you do understand what I am referring to, don’t you?” Aoshi pressed his body against Kenshin’s, crushing the ronin against the wall. “Did you enjoy yourself with Kaoru-san? Hmmm?”

Kenshin closed his eyes. As he remembered that evening he had with Kaoru, Kenshin did sense something unusual when he was being intimate with her, but lust had Kenshin ignore that fact. It was almost impossible for Kenshin to refrain from taking the young virgin. Kenshin had decided to throw caution to the wind. He ignored his intuition and there stood before him, the consequence of such carelessness.

“Why aren’t you answering my question? I hope it is not because you think that you’ll hurt my feelings. I’ve already known that you were planning to have your way with the young lady.” Aoshi pressed himself against Kenshin again, his teeth finding its way onto the skin of Kenshin’s neck.

“I will answer your question, when you answer mine,” Kenshin said, pulling away from Aoshi until the back of his head hit the wall behind him. “I will tell you about enjoying Miss Kaoru only if you tell me about your future plans with Miss Misao.”

The shinobi stood erect and glared accusingly at the smaller man whom he still held at the wrists. He chuckled nervously. “Don’t tell me you’ve assigned a shinobi to keep watch over me. No… I would know if you had done so.” Aoshi released one of Kenshin’s wrists and took the ex-hitokiri’s chin between his fingers. “What you tell me flames my curiosity. I don’t deny the fact that I have finally taken Misao. As a matter of fact, that was the reason why I came by the night I found you with your miss. I intended to inform you that I considered what we’ve discussed about leaving heirs behind to carry our names.”

“Oro?”

Aoshi nodded. “Yes, that’s right. I was here and heard you being seduced by your miss.” Aoshi released Kenshin’s other wrist and turned to walk away. He just stood there, his back faced Kenshin as he eyed the door before him, contemplating on walking through it and leaving Kenshin and the tormoil behind.

Kenshin was saddened by the obvious pain he had caused Aoshi. It was easy to see that there was a whole lot more going on within Aoshi, other than the obvious, but Kenshin felt inadequate to help.

“Aoshi,” Kenshin quietly called out. Not very sure how Aoshi would react, he cautiously approached the shinobi from behind. “Aoshi?” Kenshin whispered again, and then he rested his hand upon Aoshi’s back. He felt the shinobi shiver at the contact, but Kenshin kept his hand steady for a minute. When he was sure Aoshi was truly passive; he placed his other hand upon Aoshi’s shoulder.

“Why Himura?”

“Oro?”

“Why must it be so complicated?”

Kenshin sighed, and then rested his cheek upon Aoshi’s back. “I will not try to figure that out right now, but what I do know is, if it were just the two of us, the path we are on, would be much smoother.”

“To hell with it all!” Exclaimed Aoshi. “I haven’t traveled this far upon this road to have it end right here—right now.” He spun around and faced Kenshin. “We are either going to decide on doing this, or part right here at the fork of this road, Kenshin Himura.”

Aoshi reached for Kenshin’s kimono lapels and jerked them apart, exposing the ronin’s fair skin beneath. Kenshin swallowed hard. He didn’t know what to make of Aoshi’s sudden moves. Was it anger that motivated the shinobi, or lust? With Aoshi, Kenshin seldom knew. Aoshi was a man of complexity and a master of hiding his true feelings.

“I must know! What position do I occupy in your life?” Aoshi shoved his hand between Kenshin’s lower parts of the kimono and separated its opening. He quickly found Kenshin’s fundoshi and the stiffened flesh beneath it. “I need to be first in your life, Kenshin. I must be your priority!”

Kenshin was rendered speechless, for all he could do was let out a heated moan when Aoshi’s palm slid across the front of his fundoshi. Aoshi pulled the fabric aside to release the swordsman’s fleshly blade. The cool air hit the front of Kenshin’s testicles and blew across his hot shaft as his sex fell from its binds. Kenshin missed the shinobi terribly when they were separated, and he desperately wanted to be consumed by Aoshi in the worst way. His soul was on fire, as well as the piece of flesh between his legs.

“I want you to be my priority in life Aoshi,” Kenshin said in his excitement over the fact that Aoshi was about to take him.

“Then what is holding you back from placing me there?” Aoshi questioned. The look in the shinobi’s lustful gaze was intense. His piercing eyes burned with passionate desire to possess Kenshin. He had a hunger for the swordsman’s body, a craving to devour every piece of Kenshin. It was a hunger so ravenous that it had Aoshi incredibly aroused; nothing would have halted him from satisfying his sexual appetite at that moment.

Gasping for air as he felt Aoshi’s fingers take hold his swollen organ, Kenshin parted his lips, ran his tongue across them and uttered in heavy, sensual groan, “You are my priority—my property.”

“And your Miss?” Aoshi questioned as he tightened his grip around the swordsman’s shaft and began stroking Kenshin.

“Ahggh…” Again, Kenshin’s air escaped his lungs rapidly as his balls tightened with prickly pleasure. He thrust his pelvis against Aoshi’s clenched fist that held his organ so perfectly, and he swirled his hips in a circular pattern, which caused him to experience such intense pleasures. “Do not concern yourself with Miss Kaoru,” Kenshin spoke breathlessly. "She will be my heir’s caregiver… That is all.”

Aoshi pulled Kenshin against himself. “That woman is no competition for me,” he said confidently. “I know what it is that you desire, and only I can fulfill the craving you have for passion—isn’t that so?” He stripped off the rest of Kenshin’s garb and left the swordsman to stand in front of him, naked, with Kenshin’s erection totally exposed, throbbing. Aoshi devoured Kenshin’s body visually. As his eyes took in the delectable sight, Aoshi dropped his hand to his own pulsating flesh that was still under his skintight, black slacks.

Kenshin followed Aoshi’s hand with his eyes and watched how expertly the shinobi’s fingers glided over the curvature of his body, so smoothly and very sexily. Kenshin also saw that there was a definite and outstanding swell beneath Aoshi’s garment, the outline of Aoshi’s penis was unmistakable. Kenshin wet his lips with anticipation. He desired Aoshi’s delectable sex in his mouth, more than anything else he could have had right at that moment.

“Is this what gives you the passionate pleasure you so desire?” Aoshi’s incredibly sultry voice wooed Kenshin. The shinobi undid his shirt and then tossed it to the floor, revealing the many scars he’d earned through the battles he fought. The clasp that secured the front of his sexily worn trousers was next to being undone. Teasingly, Aoshi reached between the fabric and his skin with his hand, and with the other he parted the closure that held his organ.

“Ahhh, Aoshi,” Kenshin’s words slipped from between his wet lips. He was mesmerized. Aoshi’s body was incredible to look at and the imbedded scars in the shinobi’s flesh only added to Kenshin’s lust. “I must have you…touch you…” Kenshin immediately rushed at Aoshi and fell to his knees, anxiously pleading with his eyes for Aoshi to bury the gorgeous cock into his mouth.

Reaching down, Aoshi parted Kenshin’s lips with his thumb, his other hand reached between the folds of his trousers and stroked his cock, adding to his already, burning need to release the pressure that had been building up within his balls. He was steadily climbing along the ridge of increased pleasures. Aoshi moaned rather loudly, his thumb sank into Kenshin’s mouth, and he knew that he definitely wanted his cock to feel the depths of Kenshin’s oral orifice as well. He peered down at Kenshin’s inviting mouth as he pulled his cock from his trousers and removed his thumb from Kenshin’s suckling.

“Oro?” Kenshin questioned after Aoshi’s thumb was removed. He didn’t need an answer, for when Kenshin opened his eyes, the head of Aoshi’s cock was almost at his lips. Kenshin’s eyes widened with pleasurable surprise. Aoshi pulled his foreskin back, exposing the slick moisture beneath its folds. “Ahhh, you are wet Aoshi,” Kenshin mentioned, his mouth salivating with a mighty thirst for the shinobi’s nectar.

“Hold out your tongue,” Aoshi requested. It pleased him to watch Kenshin eagerly set forth his tongue with expectant excitement. The mere fact that Kenshin shown his uncontrolled desire to feed on his sexual fluid, had the shinobi even more worked up. Aoshi positioned the tip of his penis at the swordsman’s tongue and smeared a generous portion of the translucent fluid upon Kenshin’s oral muscle. “You enjoy this, don’t you, Kenshin Himura?”

“Uhhh Haaah,” Kenshin breathe against Aoshi’s cock.

Aoshi was lured right into Kenshin’s mouth. He wasn’t about to resist the calling of the swordsman’s hot, moist breath. No. Aoshi wasn’t in the least bit reluctant to push his hip forward and thrust his terribly aching manhood along Kenshin’s ribbed palate as he slid his cock in. His eyes fluttered and the air was torn from Aoshi’s chest as the oral, wet tissue of Kenshin’s mouth enclosed around his shaft.

It wasn’t difficult for Kenshin to manage his own cock in his one hand, and with his other hand and mouth, manipulate Aoshi’s cock. It was all he could do, being led by his primal instincts. In fact, Aoshi had wondered about Kenshin’s involvement with other men, perhaps a relationship long ago, maybe several infrequent encounters with sexual partners to ease the burdens of the many assassinations Kenshin took on as an active hitokiri. Surely, Kenshin’s expertise had to have come from somewhere, Aoshi believed.

“Kenshin-san…” Aoshi groaned, “You do this perfectly.” Aoshi took Kenshin’s hair between his fingers in a tight grip and began to pump his cock into Kenshin’s mouth. “You do this so incredibly well, how could I ever let you go? I must have you!” Aoshi’s muscles flexed and fluttered beneath his ivory tight skin as he felt his cock being ravished by Kenshin. The swordsman played up and down Aoshi’s rod, drenching the entire sex with saliva, making it possible for the shinobi to feel every twitch and lick of Kenshin’s tongue-play. “Yes, ahhh yes, I need to have all of you.”

By then, Kenshin was already lost in the sexual frenzy. His hand beat his flesh with an aggressive rhythm, almost more than what he was able to endure, bringing himself to the brink of spewing forth his essence right there on the floor. He quickly released his stroking grip, so to catch his breath and not arrive so soon.

Aoshi noticed Kenshin’s hesitation to carry on. “Ahhh, so it looks as though you are ready for me now.”

Kenshin pulled Aoshi’s cock from his mouth and questioned the shinobi’s reference. “Oro?”

Without hesitating, Aoshi pulled Kenshin up so that the swordsman stood before him. Lean against the wall, “ Aoshi nodded toward the vertical support. "I’ll take you that way.”

The request snapped Kenshin to the next level, immediately. He was already very close to expelling his reservoir, and this next venture will definitely take Kenshin over the edge. His balls were so ripe for release and his cock throbbed with pleasure at just the thought of being with Aoshi in this way again. Kenshin leaned against the back wall of the dorm room—arms extended before him.

“Perfect,” Aoshi sighed. His hunger was about to be satisfied, but first, Aoshi knelt behind Kenshin’s rounded assets and admired its perfection. Sliding his hands on the face of Kenshin’s buttocks he heard Kenshin let out a deep moan. Aoshi spread Kenshin’s cheeks apart and peered at the portal where he’d soon be penetrating.

Kenshin let out another groan as he felt his balls being taken up into Aoshi’s hot mouth. First the right, then the left. Aoshi toyed with Kenshin’s fleshly jewels with his tongue and mouth play. “Aoshi…” Kenshin shivered and moaned even louder than before.

Aoshi ran his tongue from Kenshin’s hanging testicles up toward the swordsman’s pink offering. He sucked the skin at the slopes of Kenshin’s buttocks, leaving a dark read trail, marking the way to the swordsman’s entry. Aoshi laid his tongue flatly against Kenshin’s quivering entrance, allowing his frothy spittle to slide off his tongue and lay a bedding of lubricant in preparation for his acquisition. He stood to his feet and positioned himself behind the ex-hitokiri.

“Mine, Kenshin,” Aoshi said firmly. “You belong to me now…” he moaned as he pressed the head of his cock against Kenshin’s tight portal.

“Yes, yours…” Kenshin said in agreement.

Aoshi pushed ahead, until the tip of his cock made its way past the initial, tight passage. The immense pleasure pulled at his balls, sending it bedded snugly up between his legs. He let his cock remain there, choked by Kenshin’s anal orifice just past his crown.

Kenshin grasped his own cock and began stroking up and down its shaft, pumping it as Aoshi penetrated him from behind. He trembled at the sensations that ran through his ass and down the depths of his balls, coaxing his seminal fluid to eruption. As Kenshin approached his climax, he rotated his hips, swirling his cock in his hand, pumping his extended flesh with added speed.

“Ahhh!” Aoshi exhaled loudly. “Ahhh, ahhh! Comingggg!” The shinobi rammed his cock between the split of Kenshin’s ass, again and again, harder, and faster. “Now…” Aoshi’s body quaked, the lower part of his shaft constricted violently as he emptied his reservoir deep inside of Kenshin’s anal port.

Kenshin met Aoshi’s flood, pulse for pulse with his own. He watched his penis spurt forth violently, streaming thick fluid atop the floor directly under him. His legs trembled with immediate weakness as the orgasm ripped strength from them. His knees almost buckled at the initial impact, but Aoshi held strong to Kenshin’s hips, saving them from being detached.

Aoshi withdrew, and Kenshin turned to face him. “Am I your priority, Kenshin?” Aoshi sought confirmation from the out of breath swordsman.

“Hmn,” nodded Kenshin. “It is clear to me that I do not want to live my life without you. To taste passion once again, in this way…”

Aoshi’s lips muffled the rest of Kenshin’s words, and the shinobi’s tongue cut the swordsman off from speaking completely. The only thing Kenshin wanted to do was return his lover’s kiss—sensuously and most passionately.

Kenshin knew that the only way to satisfy Aoshi was to allow the shinobi to take control of his life. The thought wasn’t displeasing to Kenshin. On the contrary, it was what Kenshin wanted all along. The ex-hitokiri was weary of taking the lead, and Aoshi’s desire to stand at the head of their relationship was a fulfillment of his deepest desires.

“Will you be staying in town?” Kenshin asked, hoping that Aoshi would change his mind about staying at the inn.

“What would you have me do? It wouldn’t be right for me to live here, in the very same compound as your Miss,” Aoshi replied. “It would make things awkward for you—for us.”

“What about Miss Misao, then?” Kenshin questioned. “How do you plan to establish your heir if you never see her? Does this mean you will be returning to Kyoto, or will you have Miss Misao join you in Tokyo?”

Aoshi shrugged his shoulders, and then began gathering his clothing, which he so anxiously tore off of himself earlier. He looked over at Kenshin, who was still standing there—naked; the sexual workout they shared moments ago was evident by the swordsman’s relaxed muscle, which was at ease before him. “I have not yet thought this through. Do you have any suggestions?”

“Like you, I have not given any of it thought either,” answered Kenshin as he got dressed along side his lover.

“By the way, your friend, Sanosuke…” Aoshi mentioned as he remembered the other reason for seeking Kenshin out.

“Oro? Sano?”

“Hmn,” Aoshi nodded. “I believe he is in danger.”

Upon hearing those words from Aoshi, Kenshin dropped his fundoshi from his waist, which began to unravel to the floor. “Oro? How so?” There was urgency, mixed with concern in his voice.

“From what I gathered, your friend Sanosuke, picked a fight with the wrong man, Serizawa, the assistant to Horie Hisomu.”

“Hai, I know the man. He is the present underground syndicate leader in Tokyo. The very person whom you’ve been assigned to watch,” Kenshin rubbed his chin in thought. “Tell me, how did Sano get involved?”

Aoshi laced the front of his trousers and secured his shinobi gear in their rightful places, hidden out of sight on his body. “Apparently, Sanosuke was doing some investigation of his own with motive to avenge his friend’s forced opium overdose.”

“Katsu?” Kenshin asked.

“Hai, Katsu,” Aoshi nodded. “Sanosuke found out that it was Serizawa’s strong arm that forced the opium on Katsu. It got complicated during Sano’s confrontation with Serizawa at the Kikue Bridge. Saitou stepped in and saved Sanosuke’s life, but it left Serizawa dead.”

Kenshin frowned, “I see. This will get rough.”

“Yes it will,” Aoshi agreed, frowning as well. “If it has not already happened, Saitou is very close to having his cover blown. I have been on Serizawa’s mate’s trail all night. She finally stopped to rest at Horie’s establishment after combing the streets for information about her man’s killer. She, Mochi Hana, will stop at nothing to avenge Serizawa’s death by bringing down…” He paused long enough to set his hand on Kenshin’s shoulder, and then continued, “…in this case, she’ll try to bring down Sanosuke Sagara.”

Kenshin thought for nearly a minute and said, “The women. If I can convince Kaoru and Misao to vacate, Saitou and Sano could use the dojo for cover until the situation is under control.”

“Wait one minute,” Aoshi interrupted.

“Oro?”

Aoshi snapped at attention and immediately asked, “Did you just say, Misao?”

“Hmn,” nodded Kenshin. "She came by to visit with Miss Kaoru, and then was persuaded not to hurry off."

“Damn it!” Aoshi shouted. “I gave her specific orders to return to Kyoto! Why has she disobeyed?”

Kenshin chuckled and suggested, “Perhaps she is no longer a child, but a woman?” Women are known to ignore instruction, that they do.”

“Not this woman! Not Misao!” Anger seethed in Aoshi’s tone. “Where is she?” He demanded to know.

“Now, now, Aoshi-san. I do not think that Miss Misao was meaning to rebel against your wishes, but Miss Kaoru coaxed her."

“Ahhh, now it makes sense to me,” Aoshi nodded.

“Oro?”

Aoshi’s brow wedged closer together upon his forehead, “It was Misao who clued you in on the decision she and I have made for her to raise my offspring. I should have guessed it was she from the very start.”

“Now, now, Aoshi-san. You don’t need to get upset over this. It had been awhile since the women gotten together, and after all, they are good friends.”

“Hmn, perhaps you are right about that. Nevertheless, that does not give her the liberty to disobey me.”

“Maybe not, but I would not blame her, nor would I be harsh with her if I were you,” said Kenshin, hoping that he could persuade Aoshi to let the incident slide. “Besides all of that, it still would be a good idea to have Saitou and Sano use the dojo as refuge.”

Aoshi agreed with Kenshin’s suggestion, reached over, and pulled Kenshin into his arms. “I prefer you naked,” the shinobi said, noticing that they were both clothed.

Kenshin smiled, knowing that he’d calmed Aoshi, at least, for the time being. He reached around Aoshi’s shoulders and pulled the shinobi into a deep, warm kiss.

Aoshi returned Kenshin’s kiss just as passionately, and then pulled his lips apart from the swordsman’s. “You are right, Kenshin Himura,” Aoshi said with a nod. “Now that Misao has agreed to honor me by having and caring for my heir, I will not have her life in jeopardy. There is no question—the women must leave. Perhaps Kyoto?”

“Hmn,” Kenshin said in agreement. “Let us explain the situation to them and set them on their way.”

The men resumed their kiss, physically satisfied and soulfully content with their decision to remain in each other’s lives as lovers.
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