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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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Horie demanded an answer from Mochi Hana. “Why are you procrastinating? I thought you took care of it all by now, or at least you were on your way to avenge your man’s death.” Horie lit the tip of his smoking pipe once again, for the first attempt at lighting the tiny bowl of expensive imported tobacco failed. “You aren’t getting soft on me, are you?”

“That isn’t it, Hisomu-chan. It is difficult for me to believe that revenge is the best thing to do at this point."

“What in the world are you saying? Do you not care that Serizawa-kun receives the honor he deserves?” Horie puffed on his pipe, obviously irritated. “You, of all people know that your man shall not move on into the next life until you avenge his death. Mochi Hana, look at me when I speak to you!” Horie snapped.

“Hisomu-sama,” Mitsu interrupted. “Please excuse me for saying, but do you not see that your sister is still in mourning? It only has been a matter of a few days since she lost her love.”

Horie laughed at Mitsu’s comment. He tapped the stem of his pipe against the decorated ash receptacle and leaned its mouthpiece against the perch. “Love?” Horie chuckled. “I ask you, my sweet… What is love without honor?”

Mitsu shrunk back at the look in Horie’s eyes.   His piercing glare was dreadfully frightening to her. Mitsu had never pushed her ideals upon the man when he shown forth such a mood. However, this time, she couldn’t just stand by and say nothing, seeing how miserable Mochi Hana was. Her compassion didn’t allow her to take a passive stance in that particular situation.

“It’s okay Mitsu-san,” Mochi Hana said. “I know what I must do, and I will see that it gets done.”

“Well it does not surprise me, you, being a woman,” said Horie. He knew very well that Mochi Hana never yielded to such references. Horie was eager to see if she would rise to the challenge, or was Mochi Hana’s spirit defeated, as he assumed it was.

Trying to persuade Horie to be more lenient, Mitsu asked, “Why is it that you cannot allow Mochi Hana a few days of rest to regain her strength from her loss?”

Horie frowned. “I think you should be asking me why I am not bringing your whining to an end.” There was an obvious threat of warning that rode on Horie’s tone.

Mochi Hana stood from her seat and walked over to the window. She peered out into the wooded area out back. Her heart was still in a painful mess and it was difficult for her to discuss the matter with Horie. But she knew that Horie was determined to push her beyond what she believed she could endure. It had always been that way for the both of them. It was the way of their mountain village, but there was a side of Mochi Hana that wanted to leave that behind, she wanted the madness to end.

“I assure you that Serizawa-sama’s life will soon be avenged. I’ve placed in position two other ninjas to find my man’s slayer.” Mochi Hana turned from gazing out the window to look at Horie’s expressionless face and added, “I will take care of the task as soon as I receive the information. ”

Mitsu stood from her seated position and walked over to Mochi Hana. She beseeched Horie in all sincerity. “In the meantime, will you allow Mochi Hana-san to mourn for her man as a show of respect?” Mitsu placed her arm around Mochi Hana’s shoulders.

Horie frowned. “Both of you, leave me be. I have enough to be concerned about as it is. With Serizawa-kun passed, and my number one shinobi disabled for the time being, I have my hands full having to deal with incompetent subordinates to fill the gap.” Horie gestured toward the door as an announcement that his patience with them had run out.

“Come,” Mitsu said to Mochi Hana, as she led the distress woman past Horie and onward, through the door.

“I am sorry. Hisomu-sama can be impossible at times", Mitsu said in an attempt to sooth Mochi Hana’s pain.

“It is not your fault, and you shouldn’t be apologizing for that man’s hardened ways,” Mitsu said. “This man is not the brother I remember growing up with. I have no idea what had turned him into what he has become today. As I remember my brother, he was full of laughter and respect for life. It makes me wonder what happened to him.”

Mitsu nodded as though she knew the same man that Mochi Hana was referring to, for she had experienced Horie’s loving side from time to time. “Hisomu-sama is not always like this, but it is when he feels out of control that the darker side of him emerges.”

Mochi Hana forced a smile to ease Mitsu’s concern for her and the overall situation. “It will get better, I’m sure it will. As soon as I take care of restoring honor in this situation, even if it is for Hisomu’s sake, I’m sure the tension will ease.” Mochi Hana took Mitsu’s hand into hers and said, “In the meantime, promise me you will not provoke Hisomu-sama.”

Mitsu nodded, “I promise.” ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The aroma of the morning meal lured Sano from his futon at an unusual early hour. While at the dojo, Sano normally would take advantage of Kenshin’s leniency by managing to sneak in a couple extra hours of shuteye. Saitou was not as generous as Kenshin was. The wolf had Sano up and moving during the early morning hours. However, whether it had become a newly learned habit, or simply the aroma of Kenshin’s fine cooking, Sano was awake and hungry.

“Hey Kenshin, what’s cookin’?”

Kenshin looked up from the sizzling pan and smiled broadly. “Sano! Good morning! Nothing special cooking here, just some eggs I collected from the stable hens. We’ll have it on the rice.”

“Eggs over rice, that sounds good,” said Sano as he rubbed his belly. “By the way— Have you, by chance, seen Saitou cruise through here at anytime?”

Kenshin jumped back to avoid a spark that spat at him from the fire below his flat pan. “No, I’m afraid I haven’t seen him this morning,” Kenshin replied.  “Did you check the bathhouse?”

Sano scratched his head and with a shoulder shrug said, “I just came from there, and I also checked the room next to mine too.”

Kenshin looked up at Sano with a puzzled expression. “Is Saitou-kun not sharing your room?”

“Yeah,” Sano nodded and slipped his hand beneath his gi’s lapel to ease an itch beneath his armpit. “His side of the bed was cold when I woke this morning, and I didn’t hear him get up either, which I thought was strange, even for that old wolf.”

“You might want to look in the dojo,” Kenshin suggested with a shrug of his shoulders. “I guess Saito-kun is the same mysterious Shinsengumi Captain that I used to know way back when.” Kenshin didn’t try to hide the extra glance he took of Sano’s torso as the young man trailed his fingers down the indent between his chest plates.

“Hmmm, I haven’t looked there, I’ll check it out,” said Sano as he delivered a friendly pat atop Kenshin’s shoulder before he turned to leave for the dojo. “Thanks Kenshin.”

“You’re welcome! When you see Saitou-kun, let him know that the meal is ready for him.”

“I’ll do that.” Sano turned and rubbed his growling stomach as he walked toward the door.

Kenshin pulled the flat pan off the fire and set it down on the stone platform beside it. It was then that his attention snapped to the familiar sound of drawing blades. “Oro?!” Kenshin exclaimed as he spun around catching a speeding glimpse of Sano’s form being pushed aside by someone. “Sano!” As he closed the distance between he and the door, he heard the unmistakable sound of steal carving into flesh. “Sano!” Kenshin shouted again urgently for the second time. He immediately stopped in his tracks at the door.

“What the Fucking hell?” Sano shouted as he wiped the dripping blood from his face and neck. He peered at the twitching body beside him. A man Sano didn’t recognize was sliced through the shoulder to the center of the back, just short of the spine. “Saitou?” He shielded his eyes from the sun that shown brightly behind the figure standing above him.

“Quickly, get undressed,” Saitou shouted the order at the stunned and confused young man. He then held out his hand to assist Sano.

Sano clasped Saitou’s hand and stood to his feet. “Take off my clothes? Tell me you’re not as sick as that sounds!” Sano glanced down at the puddle of blood that was growing beneath the upper part of the dead man’s body.

“God damn it Ahou! Will you forever resist to follow instruction by asking such brainless questions and stating such nonsensical comments?”

“Sano,” Kenshin called from the kitchen’s doorway. “Quickly, do as Saitou-kun requests.” Kenshin hastened toward the fallen man, knelt down beside the draining mass of dead flesh and began to undress the corpse.

Sano quickly removed his clothing and asked, “What now?” He stood there, stripped of his outer garment, with his gi in hand, his arm outstretched toward Saitou.

Saitou nodded in Kenshin’s direction. “Hand your gi over to Kenshin,” Saitou instructed, “and get cleaned up.” He released the blood that was trapped in the blade trench by holding the katana tightly at its tsuka. He swung his arm away from his body, snapping the katana at his side. The bright red bleed splattered across the ground in a straight line beside him.

“What the hell just happened?” Sano asked, still dazed by the incredible fast dispatch of Saitou’s assailment against the intruder.

“This man here,” Kenshin said, “tried to kill you.”

“Hmn,” Saitou nodded in agreement. “You are a marked man Sanosuke. They will not stop until your dead body is rendered. However we will attempt throw them for a loop.”

“Oh yeah? How the hell will you manage to do that?” Sano asked finally realizing that he was standing before Saitou and Kenshin stark naked as his shock wore off. An eerier feeling overwhelmed him as he looked upon the dead now clothe in his gi.   Sano helplessly knotted together the fingers of both his hands and tried to cover his manly exposure.

Saitou looked over at Kenshin and signaled with a nod. Kenshin pulled the dead man’s body up to a seated position and clutched a hand full of hair at the top of the corpse’s head. He then took a step backward. Without saying a word Saitou swung his katana with a mighty force that sliced through the air and gashed through flesh, severing the intruder’s head from its shoulders.

With his mouth agape, Sano watched aghast. He wasn’t expecting to see what unfolded before him, and   it was as though everything happened in slow motion. He couldn’t believe that he just witnessed his lover and one of his closest friends decapitate a newly deceased man. “What the hell are you guys doing? It all went too smoothly for Sano’s comfort. Saitou and Kenshin had not said a word to one another, yet they worked so confidently, so effortlessly together. It was as though the duo had done similar tasks together many times before. The whole incident seemed well rehearsed—practiced.

Saitou turned around to address Sano. “I thought I told you to get cleaned up!”

“I’ll get the wagon and set the body in a conspicuous place to be found. I will also do the right thing to honor the man’s death and make sure that his head is dealt with accordingly,” Kenshin stated, volunteering to take care of the task. “You can stay here and look after Sano. I have made earlier plans to meet with Aoshi in town, so I will fill him in on this incident.”

“I appreciate that Himura-kun,” Saitou bowed, and then sheathed his katana. He glanced over at his mate who was still standing by.

“Ahou! Need I repeat myself for the third time?”

“Huh?” Sano gathered his attention and focused it on Saitou. “I’m on my way. See, I’m going,” he said as he slowly walked toward the bathhouse, but still kept his eyes glued to the scene behind him.

“Sanosuke! Quickly!” Saitou barked, and then added, “I will bring you fresh clothing just as soon as Himura and I set the body on the wagon.”

Once again, Sano felt as though he was left out of the action and he couldn’t keep himself from wondering why it was that Saitou seemed to be rescuing him all the time, getting him out of one type of fix, or another. Why couldn’t it be the other way around? It made Sano feel terribly inadequate, incompetent, but at the same time, Sano also felt protected and significant to someone. The fact that the ‘someone’ was Saitou had Sano feeling honored.

“Shit,” Sano grumbled under his breath after stubbing his big toe against the rise of the door jam. He quickly reached out and balanced himself against the door. He reminded himself countless times before, to be aware of the inconspicuous danger in waiting to harm his unprotected toes. “What a fucking idiot!” Sano’s self-abusive words fluttered past his lips as he held onto the door frame and took up his big toe into his other hand. After a quick self-examination to see if his toe survive the assault, he walked over to the bath-bin and took up the water bucket.

Voices sounded in a distance, which roused Sano’s curiosity. He scooped a bucketful of water and began pouring it over his blood-splattered body until most of the crimson evidence was no longer noticeable. He walked over to the window and peered out. The voices were coming from Saitou and Kenshin. They had just finished loading the body onto the flat-board wagon and disguised it as a load of supplies. Kenshin got on the wagon and so did Saitou. He’ll ride as far as the dorms, Sano thought, and then he mumbled, “He told me he was getting me something to wear.” Sano was a little concerned that Saitou had forgotten about him.

Sano filled the water bucket again and drenched the top of his head with the warm liquid. The fire had gone out beneath the bath bin, but the water remained pleasantly warm. He didn’t particularly approve of killings. Definitely not cold-blooded murder, but in this case, it was permissible according to his standards. After all, if Saitou didn’t step in, it would have been he that was being carried out on a flat bed wagon instead of that intruder. The whole incident left Sano with sobering thoughts. His life was in danger and Saitou was standing by him, protecting him.

Saitou approached the bathhouse with a change of clothes for both he and Sano. It was a rather messy affair. Slayings were never a cut-and-dry event. The slayer always wore the spilled life of the life taken. Another one of Saitou’s uniforms made a mess. He sighed heavily as he made his way up the few steps to the bathhouse’s platform. When will all this madness end? The question echoed through his mind. Too many years spent covered in blood, too vile the world seemed at the moment. Saitou ached inside. He admitted to himself that he was indeed in need of Sano’s touch.

The moist air was heavy in the bathhouse and the constant drip of the forced water from the supply outside seemed to resonate from the humid room ahead. Saitou set the fresh clothing on the bench, stripped his soiled uniform and set it in a small pile near the doorway. He heard Sano splash around in the adjourning room and desired to touch the young man, hold him close. Without further delay he entered the washroom and was pleased to see Sano standing there eagerly waiting.

Sano didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. Not the way Saitou was looking at him right then. The nonverbal communication between the two bound them together in an instant as their eyes met in silence. The men were in dire need for each other.   It was obvious to both. Sano walked over to his mate and very gently put his arms around Saitou’s neck, while Saitou returned the embrace around Sano’s hips. It didn’t take either of them to become aroused. Both their penises reacted to the embrace, though neither of them solicited sex at the moment. It was purely a natural, physical reaction, but they were both in need to feel the calming effect of the other.

Sano pulled apart from Saitou, just enough to look into the wolf’s eyes. “Thanks again for saving my skin Saitou,” said Sano. “I have to tell you that I got down on myself just after everything happened. I feel like a big screw-up as far as getting into the thick of things is concerned. Shit, Saitou, how many times do you have to rescue me?”

Saitou didn’t say anything at all. He just listened to his mate. Sano’s voice executed a calming effect on him, eased his soul and calmed his spirit. “I am the one responsible for this. If it weren’t for my selfish desires, you would not have gotten involved.”

Sano looked at the wolf with a puzzled expression. His eyes widened and his brow wrinkled in his attempt to make sense of what Saitou meant by the comment he had just made. “Selfish desires?” Sano questioned.

Saitou smirked and then nodded. “Hmn. I should not have allowed us to become as close as we are. My work entails danger, for all who are in close association with me.”

“But that’s never going to change. That’s just how your life is. You don’t expect to have a life without a personal side to it, do you? Who in the hell can live that way?”

“You are correct Sanosuke in what you just stated. A person that chooses to lend his life over to enforce good against evil will experience a life of hell. Saitou ran his hands up Sano’s torso and then down to the small of the young man’s back as he continued to speak. The personal side of my life had always been ruled by my work. I had no time for the wife, the children. We lived separate lives and their lives where at constant risk.”

“Is that why you two parted ways?”

Saitou frowned at Sano’s question. It was undesirable on his part to make mention of his personal life before Sano became his mate, and he undoubtedly didn’t want to discuss such details with Sano, not right then. He didn’t bother to answer and give Sano reason to start a whole new discussion. Saitou pulled his mate against him and set his lips against Sano’s.

Of course Sano knew that it was Saitou’s way to avoid his inquiry, but under the circumstance, he abandoned his pursuit for answers. Instead Sano gave himself over to Saitou’s probing tongue and relished the deep oral connection.

“Mmmm,” moaned Saitou, his nostrils wide, pulling in ample air as his tongue drove into Sano’s mouth. He thoroughly enjoyed kissing his mate, delighted in Sano’s familiar taste and manner in which the young man’s tongue swirled in search for his. Kissing Sano, for Saitou, was a pleasure he had grown to luxuriate in. He even found himself craving his lover’s lips, especially in such extreme situations as they were. “Sanosuke, I must bathe,” Saitou said as he pulled his mate from him.

“Oh yeah. I fucking forgot.”

“You have, but only one intent on your mind, Sanosuke.”

“That’s for sure. I can’t help it. You do that to me,” Sano stepped back to fill the water bucket. He slowly held the container full of water above Saitou’s head and let it the steady flush wash away the speckled crimson from his face and hands. It was a ritual that was becoming familiar to Sano, something he knew Saitou had done so many times before in the past.

Saitou’s arousal was even more evident at the moment. The water that Sano was pouring over him was definitely causing Saitou’s desire to take on a more sexual appeal. He admired Sano’s outstretched arms as he tilted the bucket to douse him with the cleansing liquid. The sensation from the trickling water atop his skin turned his manhood into a tingling mass of flesh that extruded at his groin.

The cleansing ritual went on between the two of them for some time. Both took turns whelming one another, caring and cleansing. Neither of them scarcely said a word, but willingly allowed their actions ease away the dreadful occurrence. What had taken place could never be undone. That much was certain. However, Saitou and Sano were given over to solemnity that cleansed the emotional wounds. If it wasn’t for the time shared between them right then, the incident could very well have scarred both men, and then stage opportunities for regret to develop into hindrances for them in their future pursuits in life.

After the cleansing ritual Saitou set the water bucket upside down on the floor and pulled Sano into his arms. Their fleshly rods meshed between them, as they mutually appreciated the friction and pressure from each other’s bodies. Instead of plunging his tongue deep into his mate’s oral aperture, as Saitou would normally take Sano in a deep kiss, the wolf planted a row of sensual pecks around the rim of Sano’s mouth. Soft and gentle, Saitou administered the petite, endearing grazes as he held his mate’s jowls in both of his hands.

“Your mouth is delicious,” said Saitou as he continued kissing Sano.

“I’m glad you like me, because I like you liking me. As a matter of fact, I want you to love me.” Sano’s lips moved under Saitou’s consistent pecks as he spoke softly.

“Mmmmn,” Saitou hummed, slipping into a sexual endeavor. Saitou’s hands trailed from his mate’s face and coursed its way onto the shoulders. There, his fingers began kneading Sano’s strong muscles. The wolf’s tongue separated Sano’s lips and traced affront the pearly ivories. He adored Sano’s bright, inviting smiles and those pearly whites always seemed to have a way of winning Saitou’s appeal. For that moment, the wolf reveled in giving Sano a good tonguing.

“Hmmm,” Sano moaned. Saitou tasted absolutely scrumptious to the sexually hungry young man. His need for the wolf grew more intense by the second. It astonished Sano that each time he found himself in Saitou’s embrace, none of it had become usual, nor were their encounters grown into repetitious bore. Instead, Sano yearned for such moments. Whenever Saitou embraced Sano, it was as though nothing else on earth mattered to him. For Sano, each time he found himself in Saitou’s arms, it was as though time advanced at a more gradual path. The young man’s conscious sensory absorbed every aspect his lover’s sensual caresses, stimulating him beyond measure.

“I must have you Sanosuke,” Saitou told Sano, his voice then dripping with urgency. The wolf ran his tongue over the front of Sano’s throat, and then began lapping at the smooth, thin skin on the young man’s windpipe. “I want to take all of you, completely, just like this.” Saito’s soft breath heated by lust, horripilate the surface of Sano’s fleshly parchment as Saitou signed his signature, with his tongue.

Sano was given over to Saitou. He bent his neck backward until the hair on the back of his head danced against his shoulders. His lips parted and bubbled from his throat, a groan, which announced his willingness to surrender to his strong and sturdy lover.

“Over here.” Saitou led him directly across the room on the opposite side of the bath bin. There, built into, and protruding out of the wall was a storage bin that stored the kindling wood used to heat the room during the winter months. “Get up on this,” instructed Saitou as he patted the top of the mantle with his hand.

With out questions asked, Sano dashed toward his target. Using the momentum of his short sprint he vaulted, and successfully hit his target with his bare wet ass. His legs dangled, knee bent before him, he sat nearly at the height of Saitou’s abdomen.

“Now, lay,” requested Saitou. The voice and tone of the wolf was thicker, a lot heavier, saturated with the distinct tune of erotic desire. Saitou refused to wait for Sano to settle his body against the wooden mantle; instead he impatiently leaned over the young man’s torso and pulled a section of skin at the base of the neck into his mouth. The wolf moaned, as though he was feeding with delight, tasting a much-appreciated dish, and voiced his approval in the form of short sensual mutter.

There was ample room for Sano to stretch out across the mantle. Head at one end, feet at the other. It supported him comfortably. His neck, shoulders and torso was wildly being explored and the sensations, which Saitou caused him to experience as the skin of his flesh was being devoured sensually, urged him to take up his roused, straining penis into his hand.

Saitou glanced down at Sano’s hand manipulating the perfect foreskin of the cock he so enjoys. It raced his blood, coursing it through his veins. His heart beat so profoundly that it caused pressure against his ears to echo and thump rhythmically against his eardrum. Saitou ravished Sano’s body, flatly running his tongue up and over various valleys and crevices. He nipped and sucked, teased and titillated. Saitou’s hunger had him at full frenzy, devouring Sano’s shapely form by licking, nipping and sucking.

Sano absorbed all the attention and sensations that his lover bestowed upon his desiring flesh and stroked his cock’s shaft. “Aaah mmmn, yes,” Sano slowly murmured. His mouth open, his lips parted and his tongue played along the top rim of his lips. He began to rotate his hips and move his penis against his kneading fingers.

Saitou grasped his own cock in his hand and began to stroke. He let out a deep passionate groan as his masculine member finally received the friction it desperately needed. Saitou’s oral hunger wasn’t satisfied, not in the least. His tongue and mouth continued to play on the open fields of Sano’s flesh.

“My cock, Saitou. Do me with your mouth. Suck me pleeeeeze— make me come,” pleaded Sano. His words were delivered as if it was perilously urgent, almost desperate. “Ahhh, please, lick me. Suck me into your mouth.” Sano thrust his hips forward, straining his desiring sex member toward Saitou, his other hand on Saitou’s head, urging the wolf to advance lower.

Saitou straightened his back and peered down upon his mate’s wriggling form before him upon the mantle. “You look like an offering that is set upon my altar as a sacrifice,” Saitou said, still stroking his own swelled member in his hand. The whole scene prompted him to ascend toward a higher level of sensual passion. “Spread your legs Sanosuke, I want a good look at what I’m about to eat.”

“Oh shit yeah! Now you’re talking!” Sano exclaimed. He dropped his right leg off the mantle and it swung back and forth beneath his bended knee. “Come, lick me. I’m so hot for you, feels like I’m burning up.”

There was no stalling on Saitou’s part. He immediately deployed to quench his out-of-control hunger for his mate’s manhood. He swiped his lips with his tongue, wetting his oral entrance. He readied his mouth for Sano’s insertion. Leaning forward, he delivered his first kiss on the head of Sano’s anticipating penis, tasting his lover’s clear, lucid fluid that pearled at the tip of the sexual meal. He tongued it off his lips and pulled it into his mouth.

“Ahhh, delicious,” said Saitou.

Sano reached for Saitou’s neck and massaged it, squeezing the muscles between his fingers. He attempted to urge the wolf to engulf his cock. He sucked in quite an amount of air between his teeth and exhaled. He said, “You have no idea how good that feels, do more. Come on wolf, suck me and let me fuck your mouth. I’m dying to fuck you that way.”

Sano’s words only made Saitou hunger more. By then, he was ravenous. He opened his mouth wide and lowered his head until Sano’s cock was totally within. He then enclosed his oral canal, surrounding Sano’s flesh with hot, moist tissue. Saitou’s tongue swiped the side of Sano’s shaft and then circled the rubbery padded flesh around the head of the delicious offering.

“Haaah!” Sano cried. His high-pitched holler echoed off the walls of the humid room. His fingers grasped Saitou’s hair and there was no way he could refrain himself from pumping his sex-prod in and out of Saitou’s mouth. “Oooh Saitou! Haaah! Fuck, ahhh-ahhh-ahhh…”

By then, Saitou wanted to fuck Sano in the worst way. He was on fire. The heat that built up in his testicles was burning his cock with unimaginable passion. He tucked his right fingers between the cheeks of Sano’s rounded ass and searched for the portal that he would soon penetrate with his masterly cock. He found the entrance with the tip of his index, and then he pushed it in, separating the tight anal foyer.

“Ooh yeah! I can feel you! Baby!”

“Do not refer to me as, Baby,” Saitou warned as he pushed his finger deep into Sano, withdrew, and then added another finger into his mate’s tight aperture.”

“Ow, ouch! Okay, okay! Damn hell, that hurts!”

Saitou snickered and resumed his oral copulation. He worked Sano’s cock, issuing sucks and licks with expertise and control, while at the same time, prepared his mate for entry.

“To hell with this, I can’t fucken hold on anymore. You do me too damn goo… too fucking gooooood. Ahhh, ahhh, ohhh shiiiiiii…”

The rhythmic pulses of Sano’s sphincter were suddenly pinching Saitou’s index and middle fingers as his mate delivered the masculine, liquid spore into his mouth. Saitou was able to gulp most of the incoming load as Sano filled his oral cavity with hot, spurting liquid-passion. He took in every drop as he listened to Sano’s verbal delivery. Pure ecstasy it was for Saitou—indeed. Saitou swallowed most of the semen, but then spat some of it out into his hand.

“Oh damn…” Sano said as he gasped for breath weakly. He reached down to grasp Saitou’s cock, but before he was able to take it up into his hand, Saitou pulled away from him.”

“Hey…” Sano let out a slight complaint, still in the process of catching his wind.”

“Up, from there,” Saitou’s order came abruptly. “Lean forward against the mantle and spread your legs.”

Sano didn’t want to keep the wolf waiting. Not after he had just received one of the greatest mouth fucks ever. “Your sexual wish is my pleasure,” said Sano, eagerly. He rose from his sacrificial position and hopped down from the mantle. It was his pleasure, indeed. Sano especially enjoyed displaying his assets for Saitou. He relished in the knowledge that Saitou appreciated looking at him. There were times when Sano was able to catch Saitou’s adoration for him, but this time, what he saw in Saitou’s stare was pure lust.

Saitou quickly reached for Sano’s hip and held it firmly. His other hand, which he held Sano’s spent semen; guided his cock through the slippery substance, and then entered through Sano’s inviting anal entry. It was his turn to let out a low groan as he felt the tip of his penis push through Sano’s opening.

“This feels perfect, doesn’t it Saitou?”

“Hmmm,” just perfect,” replied Saitou. “Now arch your back for me.” Saitou rubbed at the small of Sano’s back to get Sano to relax a bit more. “I need you to be at a better angle.”

“Like this?”

“Ahhh, yes… Now hold still and let me do the rest. Yes, yes, just the way you are now, yes.”

“Oh hell, you are so smooth,” Sano moaned. “I could stay this way for you all day.”

Saitou smiled as he listened to Sano speak intimately with him. The way his cock moved in and out of Sano, the sound of his mate’s voice, and the whole atmosphere of the room was beginning to take Saitou far away, to another place, another time. He closed his eyes and felt the amazing familiarity of Sano’s hold on his penis. He could have sworn that it was, that it just as well could have been…

“FUCK!!!” Sano exclaimed in a panic. “FUCK!!!” Sano jumped forward like a bolt of white-hot lightening. He shivered and danced around the room, as if a thousand bolts of electricity ran up his spine.

“What the hell, Sanosuke?” Saitou hollered. He attempted to calm his hysterical mate, despite his springy, protruding wobble that jutted before him. He snatched Sano by the arm and pulled him to a standstill. “What is it?”

“Spider!” “God damn it! Ahou!"

“Spider, Saitou. You know I can’t stand spiders! That fucker touched my foot,” Sano said trying to explain the reason for his untimely interruption.

Saitou grumbled under his breath and walked over to the bath bin, scooped the bucket up in his hand and then filled the bucket with water.

“Hey, what the hell are you doing?” Sano asked in disappointment.

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

“But you didn’t come yet.”

Saitou looked over at his mate, shook his head disapprovingly and said, “And it should be apparent to you that I will not do so this time.”

“Awww, come on Saitou. Don’t be that way. I didn’t plan on the fucking spider appearing out of nowhere to try my foot out as a bed. I can’t help it if spiders scare the shit out of me.”

Saitou was silent and soaked himself with the water. He gathered some of the wash balm in his hands and rubbed it over his body. He then began rinsing himself again. His passion for Sano was still burning within and it was explicitly showing at his groin. His sexual organ was refusing to deflate.

Sano didn’t miss that fact in the least. As a matter of fact, he kept his eye on Saitou’s erection the entire time the wolf cleansed himself. He thoroughly enjoyed watching Saitou, even doing the simplest, mundane tasks. He certainly enjoyed staring at Saitou, especially when the wolf was wearing a hard-on.

Saitou tried to ignore Sano, though he could just feel the young man’s eyes all over his body. It only made his erection harder, impossible to lose.

“You can be so damn stubborn. You know you want to fuck me, why don’t you just admit it?” Sano teased Saitou. “Hell, your hard cock was already buried deep inside of my ass, and I could tell you loved the feel of it.” Sano sighed a pitiful whimper and added, “It’s too bad you don’t want to stick your hot dick back in me. Yes, that is just too bad. You’ll probably have to go around with your dick hurting all day, because you just happen to be such a stubborn bastard.”

“Ahou,” Saitou said, sneering at his mate.

“Well hell, I got some. I’m happy,” Sano said and walked over to the bath bin were Saitou stood. “I guess I’ll wash up now since we’re done here.”

Saitou continued to sneer at Sano, but his pride had him by the balls, and it didn’t seem to let him have the liberty to succumb to Sano’s obvious tantalizing temptation.

Sano bent over, pretending to wash his hands in the bucket that Saitou set down on the ground. It was clear that Sano was trying another tactic to breakthrough Saitou’s stubbornness.

It was the right bait that snagged the biggest fish in the pond, for Saitou could not resist Sano’s perfect rounded ass that was begging him to finish off the fuck he was totally into before Sano lost his senses over the eight legged intruder. After all, Saitou’s erection relentlessly refused to go away and his balls seemed to be at the bursting point. Hardheadedness would not have relieved his need for copulation, not in the least. Saitou had become willing and surrendered his condescension in order to relieve himself.

“Hey!” Sano shouted as the familiar baker, Hajime Saitou, was suddenly kneading his ass cheeks as if they were two clumps of rice dough. Sano grinned, he just knew Saitou wasn’t going to be able to resist for an extended amount of time. Especially being in the condition he was. He kept his bended, humble position, but then leaned on the side of the bath bin and stuck his ass out in an obvious, come-and-get-it gesture.

Saitou was not about to refuse a second time. Deep down he appreciated Sano’s concern and coaxing to get him past himself. Knowing that Sano was already prepped for entry, Saitou literally, dove his penis into his mate’s offering.

It didn’t take long for Saitou to manage his way back to the plateau from where he was torn. In fact, for Saitou, the sensations were even better, more intense, all thanks to that little eight legged creature. This time there was nothing to keep Saitou from tearing into Sano’s ass with his primed, ripe male-flesh.

“Ahhh… Hmmm, ahhh,” Saitou stroked through Sano’s portal pushing forth at the same time pulling Sano’s hips against him, then doing the reverse. He pulled his cock from Sano’s portal and pushed the young man’s hips from him. The push and pull worked for several steady rounds, until Saitou could no longer bear the sexual pressure that had built up within his cock and balls. “Aaaggggh!” Saito blustered. His body tensed and his arrival was convulsive. He felt as though his entirety was being emptied through his lover’s gateway. His initial climatic arrival struck him at his very core and ripped though his entirety. Then he felt his essence drain, from him into his mate. His eyes were opened and he watched it happen between he and Sano.

There wasn’t much to say after ministering to one another in that way. It took the sting of seeing death so close to them, and experiencing how quickly one can lose his life. With the healing balm applied, both Saitou and Sano will remember what had happened between them, rather than the taking of life.

Sano was the one to disengage from Saitou. He turned to embrace his lover and was quickly taken into Saitou’s arms. He felt his wolf tremble there in that humid room and he couldn’t help but tremble as well.

“Hey,” Sano said as he nuzzled unto Saitou.

“Hmmm?” “I’m hungry!”

“You’re always hungry,” said Saitou as he kissed the side of Sano’s neck.

“Kenshin prepared some eggs. OH! And there’s rice too!”

“Tea?” Saitou asked.

“Yup! It’s probably strong tea now.”

“Get dressed,” Saitou ordered, then planted a quick kiss on Sano’s lips.

“Now you’re talking!”
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