Adult-FanFiction.org : Anime

Rurouni Kenshin Fan-Fic - GOJOU	By : KikueMugen Category: Rurouni Kenshin > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10110 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I am NOT the owner of Rurouni Kenshin or its characters, nor do I receive monetary PROFIT from the humble fan-fiction, "Gojou".

Chapter List
- 67
- 68
- 69
After placing the corpse’s body in a conspicuous local as an easy find, Kenshin headed toward the edge of town to keep his planned meeting with Aoshi. He was hoping to convince Aoshi to lodge at the Kamiya Dojo. It made a whole lot of sense to him, for Kaoru would was no longer a hindering factor now that she had gone to Kyoto with Misao. Considering the situation with Horie it would be a benefit to the team.

As Kenshin approached the inn where Aoshi lodged, he felt a distinct feeling in the pit of his gut that set his heart to race within his chest. He was truly amazed at the way Aoshi was able to control the hidden predator, the hitokiri, which Kenshin believed was securely bound inside of him. But Aoshi proved Kenshin’s own theory wrong.

Due to the part of Kenshin, which was blatantly sensualistic, he had learned how to master those desires and confine them. However by doing so, Kenshin restricted himself from experiencing the passion he craved. Since his intimate involvement with Aoshi began, Kenshin was beginning to experience a new phenomenon in his life. He discovered how to enable the lustful, wanton nature of the hitokiri within the sexual realm alone, but only with Aoshi’s assistance.

Kenshin thought a lot about the occasion that allowed him to unleash his more passionate side the night before. It charged him with new vitality, a new sense of excitement and set a fire within that was growing steadily. More than anything, Kenshin desired Aoshi's decision to escort him back to the dojo.

It was in that frame of mind that Kenshin positioned the flatbed wagon parallel to the narrow roadway and fettered the horse.   He extended a hefty pat against the animal’s neck and took a deep breath to calm his excitement. He also fought off the fear of Aoshi’s refusal to return to the dojo with him. He waddled past the entry, made his way to a row of buildings behind a very plain, rather barren garden and stopped briefly to check his reflection in the dark pond-water as he stood on a small, humble bridge. His reflection passed his inspection. With a little adjustment to his kimono collar Kenshin took a deep breath, continued on the narrow footpath and soon approached Aoshi’s door. He stood there for a few seconds holding his knuckles just short of tapping on the panel, but was pleasantly surprised with Aoshi’s response, even before his knock announced his arrival.

“Ahhh, there you are,” said Aoshi after he slid the wooden panel aside. “I was waiting for you,” he paused and eyed the whole length of Kenshin’s body. He stepped away from the door to allow Kenshin passage, gesturing invitingly. “I am pleased that you are here.”

Kenshin saw the sparkle in Aoshi’s eye and was instantly eased. His anxiety seemed to melt from his tensed muscles and the feeling of hope replaced the anxiousness he felt earlier on his way over. Kenshin noticed that there was something different about the shinobi. Aoshi seemed more relax, perhaps friendlier? It was too soon to tell. Everyone had a difficult time reading Aoshi’s emotions through his countenance, and Kenshin was no exception.

“I had a task to take care of before coming to see you,” said Kenshin as he admired his lover’s relaxed state. He didn’t fail to notice that Aoshi looked particularly appealing wearing the seemingly light yukata.

“Hmn, I have noticed the distinct scent of death that is lingering about you,” Aoshi remarked.

Kenshin nodded. “You are correct,” he said as his eyes met the shinobi’s stare.

As he began to fill Aoshi in on the current development Kenshin was a little hesitant.   He could not help feeling as though everything he said was magnified. Every movement he made, every gesture, facial expression, he sensed that Aoshi was closely observing. Kenshin was never self-conscious, but he certainly felt like a young lad out on the first date with Aoshi standing there, obviously enjoying the view.

Aoshi was growing impatient having to stand there and listen to all the details of what went on at the dojo. He wanted more of Kenshin than work related words. Aoshi wanted to indulge in lust and use his lover as the object of his focus. It was getting increasingly difficult by the second, for Aoshi to stand by and watch Kenshin attentively. The shinobi would much rather be touching Kenshin, feeling and tasting all the areas of his lover that weren’t visible to his eyes right then. Although he partook in Kenshin’s delights just the night before, for Aoshi, it felt as though he had gone without for a prolonged period of time.

After Kenshin delivered all the details he stood there and waited for a response from Aoshi, but none came. All Kenshin saw from the shinobi’s expression was unreadable, so he nervously asked, “May I have a seat?”

Aoshi did not bother to answer; instead the shinobi walked over to the wall and leaned against it.

“Come,” Aoshi ordered sternly.

“Oro?”

“Here Kenshin Himura,” Aoshi said as he pointed at the ground before him. “Come and kneel before me.”

Kenshin did not expect Aoshi to be demanding. Not after what happened between them the night before. “I am here also to discuss the possibility of you coming back to the dojo with me to stay, at least until this situation with Horie is passed.”

“I thought we have already discussed the matter.”

“That was before the women left for Kyoto.”

Aoshi’s turned up a slight grin at the corners of his mouth. “I see. I take it that you believe the situation has changed allowing us to gratify our lust for one another without hindrances?”

Kenshin nodded, “Hmn.”

“Do you enjoy what we are finding together? Have you been thinking about it—thinking about us?”

“Hmn,” Kenshin nodded again.   “I have been thinking about the fact that none has ever stirred me the way you have. No one had ever touched that part of me.”

“Are you speaking of the hitokiri that lays dormant inside of you?”

“Yes.” Kenshin sighed deeply. “I craved the passion, that we both know, but I did not understand that the hitokiri and the passion I craved were one and the same. When I tried to control the hitokiri, and denied the lust for blood, I shut away the passion as well. Until you…”

“Until I entered your life?” Aoshi asked, interrupting Kenshin.

“Yes.”

Aoshi stared into Kenshin’s violet eyes. “You have no regrets?”

“None.” Kenshin shook his head from side to side. “None at all.”

Still leaning against the wall, Aoshi separated the front of his yukata and exposed his tight fitting fundoshi under it. He was obviously aroused, for the outline of his cock was plainly seen. The silky light fabric of the yukata draped against the side of his hips, which Aoshi intentionally tried to expose as much skin as he possibly could without untying the front of the flimsy robe.

“Aoshi,” whispered Kenshin. The shinobi’s behavior obviously took Kenshin’s breath away.

“What is it Kenshin? Do you not enjoy what you see?”

“Aoshi, I… I…” Kenshin stuttered.

Aoshi leaned his head back against the wall, parted his lips and trailed his fingers across the front of his fundoshi, outlining his rapidly stiffening organ with his index finger. He ran his tongue across his lips to moisten its cushions and said, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you after we parted. My body burned for more, Kenshin.” Aoshi placed his palm against his bulging fundoshi front and kneaded the flesh beneath with his fingers. “Hmmm,” he moaned softly, still looking at Kenshin with a lustful stare, full of desire.

“Will you come back to the dojo with me?” Kenshin asked, not wanting to abandon his personal, primary objective.

“Are you desperate Kenshin, to have me there with you?”

“I want you to come, that I do.”

“Do you Kenshin Himura? Do you want me to…” Aoshi paused to circle his lips with his tongue, “…come?”

“Haaah, Aoshi.”

“Then make me come. Kneel before me Kenshin Himura, and make me come.”

Kenshin did not want to ignore the desire to take Aoshi into his mouth. The stark sight of the shinobi allured him pass the point of resistance. How could he resist when all he wanted, all he dreamed about was he and the sexy shinobi entangled in love play. Kenshin desired the passion that only Aoshi knew how to release within him. No, Kenshin would not resist—he could never do so.

Aoshi turned up a slight smile when he saw that Kenshin was responding to his summons. He steadied himself against the wall and pulled the flap of his fundoshi in preparation for what he and Kenshin was about to engage in. Aoshi’s proud length sprung forth from the confining fabric in anticipation for Kenshin’s oral attention.

“Aoshi, you are impressive,” Kenshin said as he lowered himself to his knees at face with Aoshi’s firm piece. He set both of his hands under the light fabric of the yukata at Aoshi’s hips and simply gleamed with adoration as his eyes rested upon Aoshi’s outstretched manhood.

Aoshi’s flesh, tightly wrapped with the most amazingly flawless smooth foreskin, stood out in contrast from the rest of Aoshi’s body, which was a storehouse of katana and weapon scars. The outer bark on his body showed the many years of ninja activity and near death experiences. Yet his masculine member remained unblemished. Right then, Aoshi was more than eager to share it with Kenshin.

“Make me come,” Aoshi urged Kenshin once again, “then I will return with you to the dojo.”

Upon hearing Aoshi’s promising words, Kenshin slid his right hand from Aoshi’s hip and took the base of the shinobi’s cock between his fingers.

“Ahhh, yes,” Aoshi sighed. His eyes quickly closed around his pupils shutting out everything else, except Kenshin’s touch. Aoshi pushed his hips forward as a signal of what it was that he wished from his lover.

Kenshin knew exactly what Aoshi was asking for. He knew how much the shinobi relished having his cock toyed with, and Kenshin learned the precise technique to manipulate Aoshi to extreme heights. Firstly, though, Kenshin desired to ingest Aoshi’s pre-come reservoir that was caught beneath the foreskin, just at the tip of the shinobi’s penis. Kenshin pulled Aoshi’s fleshly covering away from the head of the cock, and while he listened to Aoshi’s quivering moan, he placed the flat of his tongue upon the slick, shiny head of Aoshi’s cock.

Aoshi parted his lips, and out slipped a throaty groan. His fingers snaked their way through the red, highlighted strands of Kenshin’s hair with the intention of fitting his cock into Kenshin’s mouth. “Make me come,” Aoshi requested again, reminding Kenshin, urging the swordsman to take him wholly. Aoshi took handfuls of Kenshin’s hair, clutched tightly and pulled Kenshin forward, driving his solid cock between his lover’s lips until it was snuggly fitted into the depths of Kenshin’s mouth.

“Mmmmn,” Aoshi moaned.

Delighted to hear his lover’s approval, Kenshin began wriggling his tongue against Aoshi’s shaft, but Aoshi kept his cock deeply buried in Kenshin’s mouth, which made it difficult for Kenshin to move within.

“Stick your tongue out over your bottom front teeth,” Aoshi requested.

bottom teeth, allowing his mouth to lose its grip around Aoshi’s shaft.

Aoshi held onto Kenshin’s head by his hair, withdrew his cock, and then slid it back into Kenshin’s mouth. He opened his eyes and glanced down at the swordsman kneeling before him, Aoshi began to pump his hips in a to and fro motion. Slowly, easily, gliding his stiffened cock through the opening of Kenshin’s mouth.

“Mmmmn, yes Kenshin Himura. You look perfect like that, just the way you are, kneeling at my feet, taking me into your mouth.” Aoshi bit his lower lip and rotated his hips in slow rhythmic circles, just at the entrance of Kenshin’s mouth. “Listen to that,” said Aoshi, his breath short and brisk. “Listen to my cock slurping into you. Mmmm… It is like sexual music.”

Kenshin stroked the base of Aoshi’s shaft, whilst his other hand cupped the shinobi’s delicate sacks between Aoshi’s sleek legs. The movement caused Aoshi’s knees to weaken, which compelled him to lean harder against the wall, pushing his weight into it in order to stable himself. Kenshin’s grip tightened around Aoshi’s balls and pulled at its skin that surrounded the sensitive globes, sending the shinobi’s testicles high up, lodging themselves within Aoshi’s groin.

Aoshi tossed his head back in response to Kenshin’s manipulation, pushing the back of his head into the wall as well. His mouth agape, the shinobi gasped deeply, pulling air into his lungs until there was no space left within to take in more.

“Gaaaah!" Aoshi cried out. His climatic rush shot through him so rapidly he could only hold onto Kenshin’s head. He exhaled hurriedly and gasped inwardly again and again. As he shot forth his semen into Kenshin’s expecting mouth, it was as though Aoshi had become paralyzed. Aoshi’s sexual liquid exploded from him and spewed into his target. All he could do in that vulnerable state was lock onto the sight of Kenshin’s lips and take in the view of the excess stream of semen that trickled at the corners of Kenshin’s mouth.

Kenshin closed his mouth around his lover’s penis. Carefully, gently, Kenshin licked the shinobi. He made sure to get every drop of spillage, every liquid morsel of Aoshi’s intoxicating love potion. When he was sure his lover was cared for, Kenshin tucked Aoshi’s resting organ into the fundoshi and returned to his feet.

“Will you come with me to the dojo?” Kenshin asked still again.

Aoshi reached for Kenshin and pulled the swordsman close to him. He placed his hand at the side of Kenshin’s jowl and leaned forward to kiss his lover. There was still evidence of Aoshi’s climatic elixir at the corners of Kenshin’s mouth. Aoshi ran his tongue over both areas, savoring each sweep. Further, he repositioned his mouth over Kenshin’s lower lip, sucking in the puffy flesh, playing with it with his tongue.

“You have need for me to go with you to the dojo now,” Aoshi said, as he pulled Kenshin from him, just enough to look into the swordsman’s eyes.

“Oro?”

“Hmn,” nodded Aoshi. “You are in need to release?” Aoshi questioned as he slipped his hand in-between he and Kenshin, sliding his fingers over Kenshin’s swollen member.

Kenshin’s eyes arched as his lips beamed in a broad smile. “Hai, I do need you to accompany me to the dojo.” He nodded excitedly. “Yes, Aoshi… I look forward to my release.”

“Then let us go. I am already packed.”

“Oro?”

Aoshi chuckled and said, “That is correct. I had already made up my mind to take advantage of the situation and return to the dojo. All I need to do is get dressed.”

“I will help you,” Kenshin offered, elated that he had gotten his mate to relocate closer to him. He slid his hand over Aoshi’s hand, which was still centered upon Kenshin’s erection and adjusted the position of his anticipating organ.

“And I will help you with that when we get to the dojo,” Aoshi glanced down at Kenshin’s persistent bulge at the front of the swordsman’s hakama. “I want you a bit more ripen before I allow you to release yourself.”

Kenshin gave one of his signature smiles, for within him, his heart leapt with excitement at the way things were working out between he and his lover, Aoshi.

It didn’t take the men anytime at all to set Aoshi’s belongings on the wagon. Kenshin was very happy to have Aoshi with him; in fact, it was as though they had never been separated. They both felt confident about being together despite everything that was going on around them.

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

“I don’t know if my sister has it in her to carry on in her current position. I may have to get someone else to cover for her. More than likely, I’ll replace her,” said Horie.

Cho expertly maneuvered the horse carriage in and out of the narrow roadways. He was terribly concerned about Mochi Hana’s welfare, but at the same time, he knew it wouldn’t be wise to step in and try to help her out. Surely not when Horie was paying close attention to her situation. But that didn’t stop Cho from being who he was. Perhaps the young man cared too much about others for his own good. Nevertheless, Cho knew that he needed to stick to his main agenda, and find out as much as he possibly could about Horie’s syndicate connections.

“I don’t blame the purty lady. She loved the guy,” Cho shouted over the creeks and crocks of the amplified sounds the carriage was making as it ran through a rough spot in the road. It wasn’t everyday that Horie rode the carriage seated shotgun, but it was certain that the syndicate leader didn’t want to be alone with his thoughts. At least Horie was able to carry on a conversation with Cho. For Horie, it was worth the inconvenience.

“Oh, ho, ho,” Horie sung in amusement. “You too?”

“Me too?” Cho questioned with shrugging shoulders. “Dang boss, you’re already accusin’ me of somthin’ this early in the day?”

“I’m hearing the same tune from you as I’ve heard sung from the women. All this, about loosening my expectations for my sister is typical weak-mindedness. The warble is beginning to get old,” Horie criticized curtly.

“I’m purty sure the reason behind that is due to the fact that your sister is a woman, or haven’t noticed?”

Horie rubbed the back of his neck to ease the tension that had been building since Serizawa was killed. “She is a ninja before she is a woman. She should be behaving as such.”

“Maybe so, but she is your sister first, ain’t she?” Cho was beginning to realize how grounded Horie’s thinking was. He had never known anyone to be as bullheaded as the syndicate leader was choosing to be, except for, maybe... Saitou.

“That doesn’t cancel the fact that she is a ninja,” Horie huffed. He was beginning to lose his patience, which was obviously detected in the syndicate leader’s increasing negative intonation.

“If you feel so concerned about her, why not rescue her from her distresses?” Horie suggested as he wore a smirk on his face.

Surprised at Horie’s comment Cho did a double take at the man. “You don’t mean…”

Horie cut him off and said, “I like you Cho-san. If you and my sister joined then you would become a part of the family. Now, wouldn’t that be a perfect arrangement?” Horie nodded, as the thought seemed more appealing by the second. “You and she? Perfection if you ask me!” Horie set his hand on Cho’s shoulder in a gesture of encouragement.

“But… Sir. I am in no way ready to settle down, being the handsome man that I am. Just think of all the sweet ladies hearts I’d be breaking!”

“Which ladies are you referring to, hmmm?” Horie glared at Cho, examining the young man’s countenance.

“None in particular,” replied Cho with a bit of nervousness threaded between his words.

“Hmmm,” are you sure about that, Cho-san?” The syndicate leader interrogated. “I have noticed the way you look at Ichie-san. I assume, based on my instincts, you have her on your mind more than anything else lately.”

Cho was taken back. Right away he felt a knot develop in the pit of his gut. “Damn! Is it that noticeable?”

“To be honest, I was rather relieved that Ichie-san came along.”

“Oh?”

Horie nodded. “You are a man, like myself. I am very well aware how Mitsu’s beauty can tempt a young man with healthy hormones.”

By then the horse’s reins were beginning to dampen within Cho’s hands. Nervous he was, especially not knowing what motivated Horie to question him about Mitsu and her sister, Ichie.

“Ahead,” Cho said abruptly, focusing his attention forward.

“An accident?” Horie asked.

“I’m not sure, but I’ll find out,” replied Cho. He pulled up on the reins and halted the carriage.

A crowd was gathered in the roadway, making it impossible for them to pass. Cho hopped off of the carriage to investigate. He was expecting to find a poor elderly soul possibly ran over by a horse or carriage. Such accidents were not uncommon in the midst of the busy town, especially being that the travel-ways were so narrow. He was shocked at what his eyes beheld. There, laying on the side of the roadway, a body clothed in white, minus the head. The corpse laid face down, that is, as far as Cho could tell. It was difficult for Cho to see, for the crowd kept pushing center, the people were all trying to catch a glimpse of the dead man.

When Cho finally got through the crowd to take a better look. He froze and gasped, his jaws dropped as the sight impacted him.

At the same time just behind him, Horie wedged between the curious horde and stood beside Cho.

“RoosterHead!” Cho shrieked as he caught sight of the Aku emblem in the back of the dead man’s gi.

“You know that man?” Horie questioned, practically in a shout to be heard over the crowd’s murmurs.

Cho had to think quickly. He certainly didn’t want to give any indication that he knew Sano as well as he did. He wasn’t sure how well into Sano’s background Horie was intending to investigate, if at all. Cho was trusting that Horie will not decide to eliminate Mochi Hana from the syndicate so that Cho could at least have a bit more control on the inside. He had already won the ninja woman’s trust, but if left up to Horie to investigate, Cho’s cover could be in jeopardy.

“That thar is Sanosuke Sagara,” Cho replied. “He used to be well known at the gambling coalition around these parts. That’s where I met him a few years ago. Yup, gambling, sake and women was that man’s deal. That’s his trademark emblem he’s wearin’ on his gi.

Horie brought his thumb and forefinger up to his chin and commenced pinching it in thought. “Hmmm, that emblem. This will interest Mochi Hana-san, or perhaps she is quicker than I give her credit for.”

“Boss, you don’t think…”

“Hmn,” Horie smirked with a nod. My sister mentioned that the man who is responsible for Serizawa-kun’s death wore white with an emblem embroidered on the back of it. We shall see.”
- 67
- 68
- 69
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Rurouni Kenshin Fan-Fic - GOJOU