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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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“Get off of your lazy ass and get cleaned up, or I’ll leave you behind,” Saitou barked at Sano who was still sprawled out on the big bed.

“Shit, don’t be such a stick in the mud, Saitou. You know you wouldn’t leave me behind, so why act so tough? You know that you need me, want me and can’t live without me, so just admit it, and then start treating me with respect!”

Saitou eyed his young, rebellious lover and shook his head disapprovingly. He neatly folded his spare wears and organized his travel case accordingly.

“Tell me Saitou,” Sano continued to tease. “You actually loved what I did to your uniform, huh? Just admit that much and then I’ll go and get ready to leave, but I want to hear it.”

Saitou smirked and shook his head once again as he secured his travel bag. He didn’t want to give Sano the satisfaction of hearing how much their earlier love session had him so intensely heated. He’d only wished that he were aware of Sano’s climax, so he could have enjoyed the sight of his lover’s fetish-like fixation on his uniform. However, at the precise time of Sano’s orgasmic arrival, Saitou was lost in his own climatic release, which had caused him to miss the whole erotically, sensual event. Besides that, when he opened his eyes Sano had already splashed his artistic pattern of semen all over the front of his uniform. Up until the event Saitou hadn’t realized that Sano harbored such fantasies.

“Damn!” Sano grumbled as a knock at the entry door took Saitou from the room. Sano quickly took up his clothes and ran into the wash area behind the kitchen. He wasn’t too thrilled about the interruption, especially when Sano’s intentions were to get his hands on Saitou’s fresh uniform and ravish the wolf again.

“Hmn, come.” Saitou invited the slick, handsome shinobi into his home. “Fill me in on Horie. How close is he to cutting through the cover?”

The men walked through the room and entered the kitchen area where Aoshi took the liberty to pour himself some ocha.

“It’s Serizawa’s woman who will soon have a mark on Sanosuke-kun. She will stop at nothing to avenge her man’s death. At the moment, she still seeks the man responsible. Many eyewitnesses had mentioned that it was a young man, dressed in a white gi with an ‘aku’ emblem on the back. Now, I do not have to tell you that it will take only but a scant bit effort on her part to find out that it is Sagara that warrants her revenge.” Aoshi sipped his tea and added, “Other people are saying that the young man with the aku gi had an accomplice. It is only a matter of time that Horie will find out about your involvement in this as well.”

“I was considering Horie’s woman, Miss Akatsuki Mitsu,” said Saitou as he rubbed his chin in thought. “She was my original contact, and her responsibilities included researching my background and assuring Horie that I had no connection with the authorities.”

“Ahhh,” Aoshi was beginning to see the light in that situation. “Do you think Horie would stoop as low as to reprimand the woman for her carelessness?”

“I wouldn’t put it past scum like Horie to take advantage of something like that as an excuse to torture her. He is one that seems to thrive on such activities.”

“Okay, I got my shit together,” said Sano as he made his grand-entry from the adjoining washroom behind him. “Where do we go from here?”

“Himura offered the dojo as a retreat for the both of you,” Aoshi said. “As a matter of fact, the women will be on their way to Kyoto today.”

“Women?” Saitou nodded in question.

“Hmn,” Aoshi nodded as well. “Misao-san is visiting with Kaoru-san. They will both depart for Kyoto today, leaving the dojo to base the operation and cover the two of you.” The shinobi took another sip of the steaming ocha, which created the wispy sound of air forcefully drawn past the lips to cool the hot liquid before reaching his tongue.

Saitou pulled his attention away from Aoshi’s puckered lips against the rim of the ocha cup not able to resist the passing sensual sight of the handsome shinobi. “I see,” he said as he took another eyeful glance at the glistening residue the ocha left on Aoshi’s bottom lip.

“I’m surprised that the missy agreed to actually leave Tokyo. Misao too, you say? Now that is rare. It makes me wonder what you and Kenshin used to get them to agree to leave, especially when things are starting to get hot again,” Sano thought out loudly hoping that Aoshi would volunteer some answers.

“It’s not for me to say,” Aoshi replied realizing Sano’s less than tactful approach to get him to relay information.

“And Cho?” Saitou questioned. “Is he aware of the changes on this end?”

“Horie has Cho covering the women, which he doesn’t seem to mind in the least. Now that Mitsu’s sister joined them, the man has two women to guard.”

Saitou smirked, “Cho’s no doubt enjoying his call of duty. Nonetheless, Cho should be updated. Do that, Aoshi and then report back to me at the Kamiya Dojo. Sanosuke and I will base there as suggested by Himura.”

“Ha!” Aoshi said in receiving his command. With an exiting bow, Aoshi left Saitou and Sano to finish their preparation to deploy for cover.

“This case that you’re working on seems to be coming to a head,” Sano said as he walked over to Saitou who seemed to be in thought.

“There will be other cases, and then others after that as well.”

“Don’t you get tired of cutting down the slime? I mean, I know that someone’s got to do it, but shit Saitou, you’ve been doing stuff like this even before the war.”

Saitou let out a sigh; his features on his face seemed drawn and tired. “For myself, I can do no other thing but slay the bad in this world and not hesitate. However, you are correct in your observation. I am tired. I’m tired of seeing so much of Japan become corrupt. Times are changing. People are changing, and it isn’t always for the good of Japan.

“Hell Saitou, I want to help too. I don’t want to just stand by and watch Japan struggle the way it has been since the war. That’s why I became a cadet with the SeikihouTai. That was a hell hole experience in itself when I saw how fucken corrupt the government was.”

“The past, Sanosuke, is where it should remain. All of it!” Saitou hated dwelling on the past, for it stirred so many unwanted memories for him. The only thing left for a man like Saitou to do was to continue to rid Japan of its scum. It was Saitou’s mission in life and he was aiming on doing just that. Nevertheless, Saitou didn’t want Sano involved in anyway, but it seems that Sano finds his way to where Saitou tried to keep him from. Was it fate? It was always on Saitou’s mind, but it was too late to prevent Sano’s involvement this time.

“I don’t have anything to pack up. I took my stuff to the dojo the other day and all I have left is a change of clothes,” Sano shrugged his shoulders not wanting to leave the comfortable abode that he so made house in.

“Take along what you have, but time is beginning to press and we should vacate,” ordered Saitou. He took up his travel bag and waited on the doorstep for Sano to catch up with him before he barred the door.

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Horie summoned Cho into the darkened room. He was obviously in a terrible mood and was nowhere his usual, chipper self that Cho had gotten to know over the past few months. This was the other side of the syndicate leader. The side that many of the people who worked for Horie feared and most of all, avoided.

“I want you to take the women to the compound and keep them there,” Horie ordered Cho practically barking out his command.

“Yes sir,” replied Cho well aware that this wasn’t the time to be asking Horie any questions.

Horie walked over to the window and pushed its prop out, which lifted the whether shield out of the way. The sunlight that peeked through didn’t seem as bright as it usually did, and what little light shown through failed to brighten the obvious mood Horie was in.

“Would that include Mochi Hana-san?”

“It does not. The woman is assigned to avenge her man’s death and is on that detail as we speak. I would have forbidden her to return to the compound until that task is followed through, but after all, she is my sister. The least I can do for her is allow her an abode as she works toward her goal.” Horie stuck his tobacco pipe between his lips and bit down on the mouthpiece to hold it steady as he lit the small bowl. “It is entirely up to her if she chooses to bed at the compound or not.”

Cho was hesitant to speak, but being that his soft spot had gotten the best of him, he allowed the question to pass through his lips. “Shouldn’t we be sympathizing with her during this time? She must be in bad shape and probably not likely to be thinking straight due to her grief.”

Horie glared at Cho, his temper obviously pushed to strain. “God damn it boy! Not you as well! What the hell is wrong with the lot of you? Do you honestly think we can get anywhere if we cease our mission just because someone is passed?” Horie took a deep drag of smoke into his lungs and forcefully blew a stream of smoke from his lips and simply glared at Cho.

Horie’s stare forced Cho’s hair to frizzle. He could even feel the tiny hairs on his arms go rigid, for Horie’s eyes looked as though it belonged to a crazed man. Cho had never seen that look before and it chilled the very core of Cho.

“Forgive me for bringing that up, boss. I’m sure you know how to handle it all, and I’m not trying to tell you how you should run anything. I guess I let this ole heart of mine get too soft for the women-folk.”

“It is precisely that, Cho, that will eventually bring you to your end one day. People will take advantage of your soft spots, and if you let them, they will eventually bring you to your ruin.” Horie tapped his tobacco pipe against the china bowl, emptying it of its smoldering ashes. “I don’t want to hear any soft talk from you! Is that understood?”

“Yes sir, understood.”

“Do you have any legitimate questions for me, or are you just standing here in my office taking up space?”

Cho bowed, “I am on my way and I will have both, Mitsu-san and Ichie-san, under guard at the compound."

Horie didn’t bother to reply. He was deep in thought and there was no way to know what it was that consumed him so. Not even Mitsu would be able to get past Horie’s defenses now. It seemed like Horie was a sealed, boiling pot on the fire. The steam was definitely building. That much was obvious.

“I don’t believe that man!” Mochi Hana belted out loud in total frustration. “I also cannot believe that I am related to that man.”

“Don’t allow him to control you too,” Mitsu said quietly. She was definitely afraid that Horie would somehow overhear her and kept the tone of her voice lowered. “I am afraid of him when he gets this way. I’ve seen him like this a few times, and during such times, I’m afraid for my life!”

“Leave him! I’m telling you Mitsu,” Mochi Hana warned her pretty friend. “You need to leave that man! I honestly don’t trust him, even though he is my blood brother, that man is wicked. There is something terribly wrong with him, his way of thinking. It just isn’t right.”

“Purty ladies, are you ready to go to the compound? Your carriage awaits,” Cho announced as he walked down the storefront stairs.

“I have a mission to carry out,” Mochi Hana said. “I can’t go anywhere with you.”

“You know, purty one…” Cho put his arm around Mochi Hana and gave her a gentle side hug, “…you really don’t have to do that.”

Mitsu quickly agreed, “That’s right, the madness can stop right now if we decide to take another road.”

Mochi Hana shrugged her shoulders as though she was in a hopeless situation. “You don’t understand,” she said shaking her head, “It had been our way since we were children. Our clan always avenged our loss if it was the result of a killing. If we didn’t, how would their spirits rest?”

“Well, I just can’t believe your man is not in the other world right now taking care of business as usual,” Mitsu said. “If he were wandering around in this world, wouldn’t you have received word from him by now?”

“Maybe so, but that does not relieve me from my duties as Hisomu’s sister. This is what he expects of me, so I must follow through.”

“Mochi Hana-san, please think about this for a moment,” Mitsu pleaded. “When I walked in on your conversation with Hisomu-sama, he was not exactly sympathizing with the fact that you had just lost the man of your life! As a matter of fact, I have never heard him so cold. It frightens me to think on what he may have planned ahead for all of us.”

“One thing for sure, I best get you purty ladies out of here. I have a feeling time is wasting,” said Cho as he took each lady’s arm and tucked them in his own. “We can let Mochi Hana decide on what to do after we clear this place and give the boss some breathing space.”

Mitsu looked around not yet used to the fact that her sister had become a part of her life recently. “Ichie…” she muttered as she about faced to go into the storage room and fetch her sister.

Cho held onto her arm, “Don’t you worry your purty little head about your sibling. I already have Ichie-san comfortably seated in the carriage before I went up to talk with Horie. Now it’s your turn.”

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“Kenshin?” Kaoru called out as she reached out to tug at the swordsman’s sleeve. Her heart felt like lead as she dreaded the thought of leaving the side of her man.

“Miss Kaoru…”

Kaoru interrupted him. “Please don’t call me that.”

“Oro?”

“Don’t call me “Miss” anymore. Don’t I mean more to you than just your Miss?” Kaoru questioned with marked frustration upon her face.

“Forgive me, Kaoru-chan. I have gotten accustomed referring to you in that way.” Kenshin pulled Kaoru against his body and held her gently in his arms. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and then embraced her tightly to reassure her. “Kaoru-chan, it will be fine. You will find yourself back here at the dojo in no time at all, you’ll see.”

“But Kenshin, I’ll be so worried! You know how I feel about you taking up your sword again.”

“Not to worry. I have made a vow never to take a life again,” said Kenshin as he looked into Kaoru’s eyes. He genuinely cared for her, and also felt terribly responsible for keeping her safe. Yes, in such a way, Kenshin did love Kaoru, but his passions belonged to Aoshi and even though Kenshin held his woman in his arms, it would be safe to say that he was excited to be spending time with Aoshi and not have to be concerned about Kaoru stumbling in on them.

Kaoru didn’t want to let Kenshin go. He held on tightly as he took her into his arms. She felt so safe, so secure with him and very womanly. Everyone referred to Kaoru as being a child, up until her father died. With having to run the dojo and all, she was forced to grow up quickly. If Kenshin didn’t happen along, Kaoru believed that she would have lost everything. The dojo was still there thanks to Kenshin. The least she could do, she believed, was to obey him and go to Kyoto with Misao.

It didn’t seem to matter whether it was Aoshi, or Kaoru pressing up against him, but the mere physical pressure at the front of his groin had the swordsman’s organ awakening. He desired nothing more than to push his hips forward and take advantage of Kaoru’s feminine form against his growing manhood. He let out a sigh and refrained. As much as the prospect of having a little bit of physical attention, he’d much rather wait for Aoshi to stir his deeper passions.

Kaoru hadn’t missed the fact that Kenshin was responding to her deliberate pubic tease. She definitely had it in her sights to seduce the swordsman again, for she wasn’t so sure when she would be seeing Kenshin again after they depart Tokyo. The young lady was delighted to feel Kenshin’s arousal against her and seized the moment. Her arms found their way around Kenshin’s neck and her lips quickly pressed upon his.

“Kaoru-san, I …” Misao was halted in mid sentence as she entered Kaoru’s room.

The couple was torn from their embrace. “Miss Misao!” Kaoru trumpeted after Kenshin quickly pulled away from their embrace.

“Hey, I’m sorry, I didn’t know there were lovers in here,” Misao giggled and turned to leave.

“Miss Misao, you don’t have to leave,” Kenshin blurted quickly, even before Misao fully did an about face. “I was just reassuring Miss Kaoru that everything was going to be fine here without her and that she shouldn’t worry about a thing. The two of you should be packing anyway.”

Kaoru still managed a little giggle feeling a little awkward. “That’s right Misao, I guess I’ll be worried for nothing, so why worry?”

“I’m not worried!” Misao said. She felt relieved that she hadn’t really interrupted the lovebirds from anything more than a reassuring embrace. “Lord Aoshi and I had been through a lot more stressful times than this. There is no reason to be concerned, Kaoru-san.”

“I know you’re both right, but it seems to be a part of my nature. I worry about all sorts of things without cause,” said Kaoru shrugging her shoulders as she confessed.

“That you do,” Kenshin agreed with one of his classic, moon-eyed chuckles. “I’ll go ready the wagon and leave you two to pack."

Kenshin left the women to ready the wagon and was glad he had that for an excuse. Even though his body was willing to give into Kaoru intimate advances, he still would rather be giving it over to Aoshi’s sometimes-forceful demands. As a matter of fact, the prominent distension at his lower region had Kenshin in need of relief and the thoughts of Aoshi were not making his situation easy to ignore.

Every time Kenshin passed Aoshi’s former dormitory room his mind raced with thoughts. He was excited about Aoshi moving back into his old room, after all, they needed all the manpower they could muster to cover Sanosuke. In a way, Kenshin was glad that Sanosuke got into trouble like the young man normally would do. Because of it, Aoshi will be taking up residence at the dormitory near his room once again and since Saitou will more than likely take up room with Sano, it will leave plenty of time to spend intimately with the handsome shinobi. Kenshin smiled at the thought of having easy access to Aoshi and not have to be concerned with being discovered by Kaoru.

What was it about Aoshi that Kenshin was so addicted to? Yes indeed, the shinobi was definitely handsome and very cunning, but what was it that had him craving the capable ninja, rather than with Kaoru? Kenshin had himself perplexed over the question, which only fed his desire to be with Aoshi even more. He reached down between the gap at the side of his hakama to adjust himself, for his fundoshi held him fast against the side of his leg and the restraint was becoming bothersome and made it rather awkward for him to walk.

The swordsman’s own touch shot a surge directly into his testicles. He was tempted to stop right there in his tracks and see himself relieved from the growing pressure between his legs. Why couldn’t Aoshi appear to him now? Kenshin thought as he fought the temptation to follow through with his desire to continue stroking himself as he walked. The way things are happening with Sano’s situation, Kenshin wasn’t too sure if he was being watched by the opposition’s shinobi.

Kenshin entered the small stable where a couple of horses were kept as work animals around the dojo when needed, as well as for wagon hitching. His knees felt like rubber as he anxiously turned to face the door and secured it. With a deep sigh, the swordsman twisted his hakama so that the partition of the lower garment faced forward, thus allowing him access to the front of his kimono, which he quickly parted. With a quick jerk of the fundoshi fabric to the side, his now throbbing organ sprang forward with obvious eagerness. He began his strokes as he let his mind be taken up by the shinobi.

The visions came to him with hardly any effort. The shinobi appeared to him at a distance at first, but as Kenshin felt the unmistakable sensation of blood rushing into his organ, engorging him, his focus became intensely erotic as the vision of Aoshi’s cock came into view.

“Aoshi,” Kenshin sighed whispering slightly audible groans as he called for the shinobi. “Ahhh yes, do me Aoshi.” Kenshin leaned against the stable door, his cock stiffly placed in his hand as he picked up momentum in his strokes. The sight of Aoshi, even more intense than before, had the shinobi stroking as well, keeping up with Kenshin’s strokes.

Kenshin imagined how it was like to be taken by the handsome shinobi, just the way he had been taken many times before—roughly. Aoshi’s demanding voice echoed in Kenshin’s ear, ordering him to jerk his cock forcefully, which Kenshin followed though physically, holding his foreskin under his tight grip he pumped his erection quickly, but with precision, coaxing the imminent climax into being. He was on the verge of spilling his seed, the seepage of orgasmic fluid coated the head of his cock, which made the sensations he was feeling overwhelm his entire body.

Kenshin pressed his shoulder into the stable door, shaking the latches at their hinges; the metallic pintles creaked in precise rhythm with Kenshin’s strokes. Then, like the out-tied of a tsunami, Kenshin took in a breath and held it as he arrived at the blissful peak. He felt as though he was preserved there, for what seemed like eternity, then it came—like a mighty, giant wave of the very same tsunami that originally stole his breath. The orgasm broke upon him, followed by wave after wave of frenzied sensations directly after the initial salvo as Kenshin pumped forth his seed, most of which splattered against the wooden door, the rest of it dripped from his fingers.

He took in a cleansing breath and stood there for a minute allowing himself to regain his strength, as well as his consciousness. The visions he had of Aoshi slowly dissipated, but the gap in his heart for the shinobi still remained. He looked down at his spilled seed, the opaque liquid slowly turning translucent as it slid down the wooden door. He closed his eyes once again, remembering how Aoshi forced him to lick up the remaining semen that was found on his fingers, Kenshin brought his hand up to his lips and allowed his tongue to reminisce in the flavor of the post rapturous fluid that just moments ago left his body coaxed by the thoughts of Aoshi.

His desire to fill the gap was obvious, and maybe for that moment Kenshin had succeeded in doing just that. He sighed and looked over to the horse’s harnesses and suddenly remembered why he was there in the stable. He set his attire presentable and for the last time before he engaged in the task in front of him, he whispered Aoshi’s name and smiled.
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