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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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Chapter List
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Kenshin was in deep thought as he drove the wagon through town from the train station. The women were on their way to Kyoto, which had Kenshin feeling more at ease with the situation he and the other men were about to face. In fact, the ex-hitokiri was actually feeling high in spirit. The thought of not having to juggle both Kaoru and Aoshi meant that he would be able to relax and enjoy the lack of stressful, uncomfortable situations. Though having to deal with Horie involved stress, for Kenshin, it was far easier for him to deal with Horie than it was for him having to maintain the balance between Aoshi and Kaoru.

Kenshin never let a day go by without thinking about his life before finding his way to the Kamiya Dojo. They were difficult, lonely times and he had ten years of it. Although he seemed settled on the outside, going about his daily chores at the dojo, running errands to and from town, there was still a part of Kenshin that desired excitement, the kind of excitement that had his adrenaline roaring.

The sun was lingering on the horizon, making way for the evening stars' debut as Kenshin left the busy town behind. The dirt road before him was cast in the setting sun’s light, bathing everything in hues of pinkish blues. It was quiet and peaceful, for the sounds of settling birds and awakening evening creatures filled the air around him along with the occasional murmur of his horse’s low whinnies, obviously voicing its anticipation to reach its familiar pasture.

With the reins in hand, Kenshin coaxed the horse around a sharp bend in the road that separated them from the main roadway. The pebbled dirt path would eventually lead to the Kamiya Dojo, which would conclude another long day for the swordsman. He was looking forward to a long soak in the hot bath. Kenshin hoped he would be able to spend sometime with Aoshi later in the evening. That was if the shinobi should decide to stay at the dojo, at least for the duration of Kaoru’s absence.

No sooner than reaching the crest of the hill, just before the dirt roadway turned into a mixture of pebbles and rocks, a dark figure swept gracefully across the front of the wagon’s path. At first it startled the horse, but because the approaching figure’s scent was recognizable, the horse instantly calmed.

Kenshin had no need to question the identity of the shadow, for he had already sensed that Aoshi was lurking close by, waiting for just the right moment to make his presence known and confirm Kenshin suspicions that he was not alone. It was Kenshin’s wish all along. He welcomed the rush of endocrine through his body when he laid his sight on the lean figure that effortlessly made his way onto the moving wagon.

“Aoshi…” Kenshin whispered through one of the biggest smiles that ever settled on the ex-hitokiri’s face.

Without a word, or dawdle, Aoshi embraced Kenshin in his arms and settled his mouth upon the swordsman’s already parted, anticipating lips. The excitement between them sped fire through the two, until it was as though they were melded together by their internal furnace that burned of lust, one for the other.

Aoshi reached for the horse’s reins and pulled it from Kenshin’s hands, without any rejections from Kenshin to any degree. The shinobi then broke the kiss and encouraged the horse to pick up its pace and rounded another corner.

“Oro?” Kenshin gained enough of his sense to inquire of his lover.

Aoshi responded by a sly smile and drove the horse around another bend in the road. The shinobi then took a sudden right turn that led them off the rocky-pebbled road and drove the wagon through a hedge of greenery. He knew exactly where he was headed, but Kenshin was not aware of the clearing they suddenly appeared in. Aoshi halted the wagon, turned to Kenshin once again to resume their abysmal kiss. The shinobi was rapacious, eager to acquire control over Kenshin, as though he was starving for it.

Obviously yes, Kenshin was eager to surrender himself to Aoshi’s passionate disposition and he couldn’t think of anything better to break up his rather mundane trip back to the dojo. He sensed Aoshi’s blatant desire to take him, for the shinobi didn’t wait for Kenshin to return to the dojo. Instead Aoshi ambushed Kenshin before the swordsman had gotten to his destination.

“Get off the wagon,” ordered Aoshi after releasing Kenshin from their passionate kiss. His lips still wet with lover’s dew, Aoshi quickly secured the horse and made his way around to where Kenshin stood after dismounting the wagon.

Kenshin steadied his foothold on the soft grass. He was immediately taken into Aoshi’s arms and forced backward until his back came in contact with the side of the wagon. He looked into Aoshi’s cold blues as the shinobi stared back into his violets. The sun was barely visible anymore, for it was being replaced with darkness the early evening was bringing with it. Aoshi’s body pressed against Kenshin’s torso, the moist breath of the shinobi trailed alongside of Kenshin’s neck–burning. The wetness of the shinobi’s hot tongue was ablaze against his windpipe.

“I want you this way, right now—right here,” Aoshi murmured at the base of Kenshin’s ear.

“Aoshi…” Kenshin moaned as he felt himself being drawn right into his lover. “Aoshi…” was all that Kenshin was able to speak forth as the front of his kimono was pulled apart to expose his labored breathing beneath. Yes, Aoshi had managed to draw the very breath from Kenshin by his seductive moves and sensual commands.

Aoshi managed the cotton weave from Kenshin’s shoulders and pulled the fabric down further, trapping the swordsman’s arms beneath its wrap. He leaned his torso against Kenshin’s smaller frame and ran his mouth against the fair skin at the round of the shoulder as though the shinobi intended to ingest the very body he lapped upon. He bit down into Kenshin’s ivory skin, which caused his lover to utter wistfully. Aoshi pulled in a portion of Kenshin’s flesh into his mouth by the suction he created between his lips and tongue.

“Aoshi…” Kenshin gasped, his legs felt as though they were as rubber pillars beneath him as Aoshi toyed with his skin. The shinobi’s seduction stimulated his body and caused him to crave passionate, physical intimacy.

“What is it? Hmmm?” Aoshi questioned as he laid down a trail of deep-red passion marks upon Kenshin’s shoulder and neck. “Do you enjoy being taken this way, Kenshin Himura? Could it be that you want to be fucked, out in the open like this?”

Kenshin shut his eyes tightly and bit his lower lip to keep from voicing his passionate desires out loud. Yes, yes indeed. Kenshin desired Aoshi’s control over him right then. He wished to be ravished, to be taken in whatever way that the shinobi pleased, as long as it was Aoshi that did the taking.

“Why don’t you tell me how you want me to take you? Hmmm?” Aoshi whispered hotly into Kenshin’s ear while rimming it with his wet tongue. “Do you want me to bend you over and stick myself inside of you, or should I take you here, in the tall grass on your knees, like an animal?”

Kenshin was beside himself with lust. His straining cock under his fundoshi was a testimony to how quickly Aoshi had him wishing for more. “Take me anyway you wish Aoshi, I am willing to please you. ”

“Ahhh, I can see that you are eager,” said Aoshi. He traced his hand down, over Kenshin’s chest, past his abdomen, and then he slid his fingers over Kenshin’s throbbing manhood that laid beneath the constraints of his attire. “My, what do we have here? I do feel that you are in need, is this not so?”

Kenshin looked at Aoshi and strained to remove his arms from being caught in his kimono top. His hakama cinch was still tightly wrapped around his waste, but he managed to untangle his arms. Once freed from the kimono’s fabric layers, he caught the shinobi in his arms and pulled Aoshi into a deep kiss and searched for his lover’s tongue for a passionate oral waltz.

When Aoshi wore his shinobi shizoku, he appeared especially attractive to Kenshin— Irresistible, in fact. Now, that Kenshin was in the position to run his hands over Aoshi’s body, the very feel of the shinobi’s form under Kenshin’s touch urged him to another level of sensual awareness. The throb at his groin turned into a pounding demand for physical attention, which Kenshin could no longer neglect.   He set his hands behinds Aoshi’s buttocks and pulled the shinobi against his frontal bulge until he could feel Aoshi’s swollen member against his own. Kenshin rotated his hips, causing his erection to rub circles against Aoshi’s cock.

“Mmmn, nice.” Aoshi hummed into Kenshin’s ear as he absorbed the friction against his erection. “You’re making me eager to have my way with you,” Aoshi sucked in Kenshin’s earlobe, nipped at it hungrily, and then released it. “But what I want more,” he huffed hotly against Kenshin’s neck, “is for you to choose how it is you want to release yourself.”

“Oro?” Kenshin questioned as he shivered under Aoshi’s passionate nips and hot breath. He smiled wily and replied in a tone that was dripping with lust. “I would indeed enjoy it very much if I were to release myself into you,” said Kenshin with a sparkle of amber that swam in the sea of violet, afloat upon the whites of his eyes.

Due to his lover’s tone, Aoshi stopped his passionate play abruptly. He pulled away from the ex-hitokiri and gazed in the amber spackled eyes that pierced right through him. “Battousai…” said Aoshi in a semi state of disbelief.

Kenshin’s eyes narrowed and the right side of his lips curled in a smile. “Why are you so surprised, Aoshi? You, of all people should know that there is not much difference between killing a man and making love to one. There is passion in both, is there not?”

Aoshi’s heart began to pound against his chest, for it was as though he was face to face with the legendary Hitokiri Battousai who once brought terror to those who opposed the Imperial Government. There was no mistaking what he saw in Kenshin’s eyes. It was the unmistakable desire to give over to everything primal, a lust so deeply rooted, it was as though Aoshi was peering directly into the swordsman’s soul. Yes, he realized that he was standing at face with the “Hitokiri Battousai.”

“Battousai,” Aoshi said as he released Kenshin from his grasp and stumbled backward. He stood there, allowing himself a cleansing breath to lift the shock. “I had assumed that you were no longer able to wear the sword of the hitokiri.”

“I have indeed left the hitokiri’s sword in the past, but his spirit remains within. It is the passion that I wanted to keep, but I did not know how to do so, without bloodshed. ” Kenshin pushed himself away from the wagon and stood erect, at face with the tall, sleekly built shinobi. He nodded, “Hmn, I am finding that passion within me once again.” Kenshin advanced. “I am still a hitokiri, I cannot change that fact, but instead of draining the blood from a man, I shall bleed him of his seed.”

Aoshi drew in a deep breath and watched Kenshin move toward him— He was awestricken. In the eyes that he was entranced with, he saw a hunger so very intense that caused him to feel taken already. His need for control, the absolute law that empowered his character to rule over his subjects, were as winter’s ice at melt in the sun of spring’s first dawning.

“On your knees,” ordered Kenshin.

“This is not what I had in mind and I am in no mood to be subject to your whim,” spat Aoshi in a rebellious tone.

Kenshin approached Aoshi and without another word, he captured the shinobi behind his neck and drew Aoshi’s lips to meet his. There was no resistance on Aoshi’s part; in fact, the shinobi was more than willing to surrender his dominance to Kenshin, at least that time. There was something very powerful, masterful in Kenshin’s movements, with precise execution of deliberate intention, Kenshin’s tongue bade its way past Aoshi’s lips, demanding oral immersion.

“On your knees,” Kenshin once again ordered after he licked the side of Aoshi’s mouth taking up the residue of the sensual kiss. “That is how I want you, at this moment.” There was no mistaking the amber glow that now encircled the rims of Kenshin irises.   Passion flowed through Kenshin’s veins, flooding him with sexual need. His sexual state blinded his view from all else around him. He was totally focused on his subject.

Aoshi was rather surprised to witness the obvious change in Kenshin’s demeanor and character. He was not expecting this. He didn’t think it was possible, yet it seemed as though that within the swordsman laid the spirit of the hitokiri, in waiting, for just the right moment— A moment such as this.

Kenshin made his request known by taking a firm hold of Aoshi’s hair and forcefully yanked the shinobi’s head back.   With a quick twist of his hips, Kenshin positioned his right leg behind Aoshi’s right knee and applied force with a forward thrust. The judo move caught Aoshi off guard, sending the shinobi stumbling backward. Aoshi fell to the ground upon his bent knees. He was thoroughly impressed with Kenshin’s malevolent tactic that forced him into the submissive position.

Aoshi struggled a little, but reframed from fighting against Kenshin with his might. Oh yes, it was beginning to get exciting for Aoshi now. Being taken in this manner seldom occurred, for the shinobi had strict preferences about being in control. But this was somehow different. He’d always respected the legendary hitokiri and to be able to see Kenshin in such a light was indeed an honor. In fact, the feeling of being the one to release the hitokiri had the shinobi in utter glory. It was as though Aoshi was still in control, he was in control of Kenshin’s passion, the only one able to reach the hitokiri within the man and coax him out.

Kenshin quickly shuffled through his hakama and kimono, separating the folds of fabric. He pulled his fully erected sex member from seclusion, stroked himself with one hand, and with the other he took a handful of Aoshi’s hair, clenching it in his fist.

“Did you not ask for this Aoshi-san?” Kenshin asked in a low tone. He jerked Aoshi’s head back, so that the shinobi’s sight was fixed upon Kenshin’s face. “Did you not ask me to issue my seed in the way I wish to release it?”

Aoshi was charged with excitement, his body ached for Kenshin’s offering and the circumstance that had him kneeling before Kenshin had the shinobi voraciously anticipating Kenshin’s performance. “Hmn,” Aoshi nodded his reply.

Kenshin continued to knead his flesh and looked down at Aoshi’s lips. “Are you enjoying this, Aoshi-san? Do you like being in submission to me?”

“Only to the hitokiri in you,” Aoshi said heaving a breath outward in response to Kenshin’s sudden jerk of hand in demand for a reply from him. He felt a few strands of hair snap from his scalp along with the sharp pain in his neck. It only added to the pleasure that had already engulfed him as he knelt in the tall grass before Kenshin. Aoshi watched hypnotically as the swordsman stroked his shaft just inches from his face.

Kenshin pulled Aoshi’s head toward his groin until his cock’s shaft pressed against the shinobi’s cheek. He began to move his hips, pushing his engorged flesh against the hollow below Aoshi’s cheekbone. “Mmmn,” Kenshin hummed. “This is exactly how I pictured you to be so many times in my mind.”

Aoshi slipped his hand into his shinobi shizoku and quickly found himself to be so aroused that his natural, sexual lubricant soaked through the fabric of his fundoshi. His cock was tingling with sensations even before he took himself into his hand. Being so close to Kenshin’s cock, feeling the swordsman’s masculine flesh against his cheek had him salaciously hungry.

“This time, you will do as I say,” Kenshin said, moaning with hardened lust. He held the head of his cock against Aoshi’s lips. “Hold your lips together, Aoshi-san, but part your teeth.”

Aoshi did as Kenshin requested. He parted the front of his teeth, but held his lips together.

Kenshin began pressing the tip of his cock against Aoshi’s lips. “With your tongue, prevent me from entering your mouth,” he said, as he pressed a little harder. “Haaah,” Kenshin’s breath escaped along with a deep groan. “Hai, hai. Oooh, Aoshi.”

While Aoshi felt Kenshin pressing against his lips, the whole situation was maddening. He held his lips as tightly pressed together as he possibly could, and each time Kenshin pushed against the thin slit, Aoshi would push against the tip of Kenshin’s cock with his tongue.

Kenshin’s body shuddered with waves of pleasure, driving him to desire Aoshi’s mouth more than anything at that moment. “Aaaggggh!” Kenshin shouted loudly, no doubt his voice echoed far-and-wide into the evening. He couldn’t help but exclaim his passion, for Aoshi’s mouth was beckoning him to permeate the shinobi’s oral orifice. He pressed against Aoshi’s mouth even harder. This time he held the back of the shinobi’s head and drove his turgid organ through the fleshly rampart and past Aoshi’s resisting tongue.

Aoshi eyes snapped open as owl’s ovals in the night, for Kenshin’s forceful plunge into his mouth brought with it no mercy. The swordsman’s organ broke through his defenses and rammed into the back of his throat. Aoshi gagged.

“Hah, hah… Haaah,” Kenshin panted as he began pumping his swollen organ, to and fro. He grappled handfuls of hair in both his right and left. With heaving hips, forward and backward, Kenshin executed oral congress roughly, without consideration.

Aoshi protested by pushing against the front of Kenshin’s moving hips with the open palms of his hands. With verbal, muffled complaints the shinobi gagged again, even choked between Kenshin’s forceful impulsion.

Kenshin finally withdrew from Aoshi’s oral hollow and glared down at the gasping shinobi. His senses lost in the lusts of his alternate ego. Burning to maintain his level of sexual apogee he clutched his cock in his fist and slid his foreskin up and down his glistening shaft.

Aoshi fell backward and leaned on one elbow to the ground, his body heaved as a series of coughs passed through him. He looked up into Kenshin’s glare, and he was stunned to see that there was an absence of the violet color that usually dominated the swordsman’s eyes.

“Hitokiri,” Aoshi murmured as he wiped the spittle from his lips with his sleeve. It was then that Aoshi realized that Kenshin’s eyes were literally shimmering, drenched in the amber color that almost appeared as liquid pools from his point of view.

Kenshin approached Aoshi, knelt at the shinobi’s side and reached down with his free hand. His other hand kept stroking his cock steadily. He caught the tether at the top of Aoshi’s trousers and gave it an able yank.

Aoshi was astonished at Kenshin’s advances, for the swordsman had never been as aggressive during their sexual encounters since they’ve begun their relationship. It only added to the shinobi’s sensual intoxication, initiating his impetus journey deeper into the realm of lasciviousness. His hunger, desire, his uttermost wish, right then, was to observe Kenshin’s alter ego’s exhibition and reap the fruits thereof.

The tall grass surrounding Kenshin and Aoshi almost hid them from any would-be spectators. As a matter of fact, if one should happen along in passing, they would probably think that two, wild forest animals, were rustling in the tall grass, and no doubt, leave them be to nature’s call in fear that the animals would turn on them if they got too close. For the most part, the men were safe to indulge in their sexual escapade without being observed by an outsider.

“I would appreciate this lowered,” Kenshin said. His monotone utterance was smooth, even tranquil. Kenshin had his fingers hooked down below the front of Aoshi’s trousers. He firmly yanked at the front, loosening the tie that held the clothing secure.

“What do you have in mind here, Kenshin?”

“Lower this and I will show you,” Kenshin sternly replied. He circled his fingers around the waistband and yanked at the garment at Aoshi’s hip.

“And if I should refuse?”

Kenshin immediately released his throbbing, swollen member from his grasp and deliberately struck Aoshi’s supporting arm, causing the shinobi’s support to buckle. Kenshin threw his weight forward and held the shinobi down with an arm across Aoshi’s chest. Kenshin’s other hand continued to yank at Aoshi’s trousers.

“Wha…the?” Aoshi questioned in surprise.

“Shut up!” Kenshin squalled. “You will not refuse me!” Kenshin’s voice was firm, demanding, but he quickly calmed, still aspiring to remove the fabric-weave that hindered him from his procurement.

“Is that so?” Aoshi sarcastically snapped quite loudly in return. He began to rebel under the weight of the swordsman, squirming, protesting with struggled grunts.

“Hmn, that is so!” Kenshin shouted. He immediately sat erect, cocked his arm back from the elbow, and hovered his clenched fist high above his head as he straddled the shinobi at the abdomen. He held his position above Aoshi as though he was about to strike at any moment.

The look in Kenshin’s eyes reminded Aoshi of a wild animal that was about to lash out and subdue his quarry.

“What is it that you want?” Aoshi asked. He was quite excited by the rough play and was definitely eager to take the event to the next level. “Do you wish to penetrate me? By the look in your eyes I don’t think there is anything that can stand in your way of that.”

“Isn’t that what you wanted from the very start? Is this not why you stalked me and ambushed my wagon?” Kenshin lowered his arm and took hold of his extremely rigid shaft in his hand and began to stroke it again. “This time, I will take you as you have taken from me before, Aoshi.”

The manner in which Kenshin stroked himself, the very motion of his hips and the look of desire on his face were driving Aoshi to an exceedingly higher state of passion. Aoshi could no longer resist the need to knead his eager organ. The call for physical stimulation was all consuming. Aoshi gave in and assisted Kenshin with the task of removing the hindrance his trousers regretfully imposed.

“Very good Aoshi,” Kenshin said complimenting the shinobi. Of course, seeing that Aoshi was willing to allow him access to what he had originally desired roused Kenshin bounteously. Kenshin dismounted Aoshi’s midsection and gave the shinobi firm orders. “I want you to get up, onto your knees.” His breaths were anxious, the rise and fall of his chest was obvious. “Do this quickly.”

Aoshi’s need for sexual absolution did not allow him to reject Kenshin’s demand. Without hesitation he got up on bended knees and observed the imprint his body etched into the tall grass just moments before. He anticipated Kenshin’s next order with growing excitement. The sun had fallen below the horizon by then, which cast the two in a different light, as well as, onto a different level of sensual bustle.

Instead of saying anything, Kenshin pressed his body against Aoshi’s back and rubbed his erection against the crack of the shinobi’s ass. He groaned as though penetration had occurred, but it was simply due to the fact that Kenshin’s cock slipped between Aoshi’s ass cheeks creating exceptionally pleasurable sensations. It spun his desire for copulation out of control. He held onto Aoshi’s hips and began thrusting. He rotated his hips, gradually moving the head of his cock closer to the shinobi’s rear portal.

Aoshi was inundated with deviant lust. He was overwhelmed by the desire to be taken by Kenshin. Nothing else mattered, except the two of them under the early evening sky. His body yearned for Kenshin to dominate him, to rule over his passionate feelings. It was truly the first time anyone had ever made him feel favorable to be given over in such a manner. Despite the fact that it went against everything Aoshi ever believed himself to be as a sex mate. He abandoned any notion that should hinder what was happening between he and his lover.

Kenshin urged the shinobi to bend-over. He held Aoshi by the small of the hip with one hand. With his other hand he applied pressure to the middle of Aoshi’s back, until the shinobi was at rest on his extended arms, both hands below him, on the ground. “Haaah, Aoshi. I will enter you as you have entered me before,” Kenshin said as an announcement before he inserted his overly ready cock through Aoshi’s heated portal.

Looking back, Aoshi saw that Kenshin was thoroughly lost in what was taking place between them. The swordsman’s heavy, rapid breathing had Kenshin looking handsome, even mighty in the shinobi’s eyes. Aoshi was truly feeling like the subordinate, but at the same time he realized that the position he was finding himself in didn’t matter. Everything that was happening between the two, as far as Aoshi was concerned with, was perfect.

Kenshin spread the cheeks of Aoshi’s ass apart and managed a wad of spittle to drip from between his lips. The glob of foamy white saliva landed just above the shinobi’s postern, which he quickly smooth over the entry with his cock, making sure that there was a good amount between his flesh and Aoshi’s to ensure a smooth entry.

Aoshi reached beneath himself, took hold of his shaft and began stroking, anticipating Kenshin’s entry. He felt his ass cheeks in the swordsman’s clutches, being kneaded, like two loaves of dough before being placed in a heated oven. The whole scene was extremely exciting—intoxicating.

Kenshin pushed forward, anxiously wanting to dive in wholly, entirely, but Aoshi’s aperture was incredibly close-fitting. He felt the head of his cock being pinched, as though the circulation to his shaft was being denied blood flow.

“Aaaggggh,” the sound of pain gurgled within Aoshi’s throat before escaping from between his lips. “Ahhh, itai… Itai! Push yourself in me! Himura!” Aoshi wasn’t bearing the pain very well and wished it to be done with. He dropped his head forward, relaxing the muscles in his neck and bit his lower lip for good measure before he pushed backward and impaled himself fully onto Kenshin’s organ.

Aoshi’s deliberate, aggressive action caused Kenshin to gasp and fill his lungs with air. Kenshin tossed his head back; the ends of his long hair bathed the back of his buttocks. He let the air escape between his lips along with a low, steady groan. “Aaaahhh.” He held steady inside of Aoshi for several passing seconds, and then he looked down at his cock, buried deeply between Aoshi’s ass cheeks. The very sight, which he beheld, set him up for his climatic arrival. There was no way he could have held back the flood of sensational, quickening fluxes that began to heat the head of his cock. Kenshin needed to fuck and ram his aching shaft forward into Aoshi’s anal grip. He needed to pump his shaft as hard and as fast as he possibly could, and call forth the climatic force that laid in wait.   He desired to expel every stored drop of seed into his lover.

Aoshi was at work as well. As his muscles at his rear port became more relaxed, he moved against Kenshin’s timed, forceful stabs, stroking the swordsman’s cock with the binding hold of his rear orifice. At the same time, he manipulated his seed-filled flesh, pumping his liquid reservoir to the point of no return.

Kenshin’s fingernails dug into the shinobi’s flesh at the hips as he rammed his cock deep into his lover, one, two, and on the third deep stroke, Kenshin boldly shouted into the evening air as he released a load of liquid passion, bathing the walls of his lover’s cavern with streams of coaxed fluid. The climax was like a punch to Kenshin’s gut, buckling him over in two, his head eventually came to rest on Aoshi’s back.

Aoshi still hadn’t arrived. His delivery was pending on a change of position, for his knees and arms were feeling the strain from Kenshin’s forceful, merciless ramming. Before Aoshi mentioned that fact, the shinobi felt his lover’s arm as it brushed the side of his hip. He suddenly was forced off balance and found himself, once again, laying on his back looking directly up at Kenshin.

“I shall now take you this way,” Kenshin locked on to Aoshi’s eyes. He smiled at the shinobi with sincerity, tenderly.

“Kenshin,” Aoshi called out in a whisper. He realized that the violets of his lover’s eyes had returned fully and erased any hint of amber that was dominant in the swordsman’s irises just moments before.   Aoshi plainly noticed that Kenshin’s touch was once again gentle. His organ was being manipulated by the delicate and agile fingers of the person that was known as, Kenshin Himura, of the present. “Mmmmn, moaned Aoshi as he let his eyelids fall shut and relished the beginning of his ascension.

Kenshin positioned his mouth over Aoshi’s cock and slid his lips down its long shaft. Aoshi responded right away by thrusting eagerly into Kenshin’s mouth. He gave Aoshi such a thorough, oral fucking and did not hold back in the least. His tongue ran over every stretch of skin, every indent, and gave special attention to the delicate sacks that was ready to spill its storage into Kenshin’s cajoling mouth.

“Ahhhh…aiiiiee!” Aoshi trumpeted with blaring pleasure as the ecstasy of his climax convulsed his body. He literally poured his essence into Kenshin’s oral cavity. The hotness of Kenshin’s mouth, and the expertise of his tongue was utterly too much for the shinobi to bear. Aoshi succumbed to the surprisingly wonderful position of submission. He had finally met his dominating match. It didn’t seem to bother him in the least. In all honesty, Aoshi was thrilled to have the honor of surrendering himself to the legendary Hitokiri Battousai. After all, he knew also that, if needed, he would always be able to make Kenshin Himura submit to him.

“Perfection,” Aoshi said as he pulled Kenshin from his ebbing cock.

“Hmn,” Kenshin agreed as he fell onto the soft bed of fallen grass in the hollow of Aoshi’s arm. He savored the taste of his lover still lingering upon his lips.

“It was good to meet with the hitokiri this evening,” Aoshi said as he closed his arm around Kenshin, pulling the swordsman closer to him. “I was never taken before, not completely, not as the hitokiri took me tonight.”

Kenshin grinned from ear to ear. It certainly pleased him to know that Aoshi enjoyed being taken. “It was wonderful allowing that part of me to live again, and it goes without saying that I look forward to taking you again.”

“Only if I say so,” Aoshi quickly added.

“Hmn,” Kenshin nodded, tucked his arm around Aoshi’s torso and settled closer against his lover’s side. He sighed with contentment under the star filled sky.
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