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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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“This is as far as I go,” Aoshi said.

Not aware of Aoshi’s agenda Kenshin inquired, “Oro?”

“The current development,” Aoshi reminded Kenshin, “I must get word to Cho-kun.” The shinobi tucked a few smaller weapons in their inconspicuous hiding places within his clothing. Aoshi wasn’t dressed in his shinobi shizoku, which he normally wore when he worked at night. Instead, Aoshi wore an unelaborated dark blue kimono. The lower half of the kimono was covered by a gray hakama.

Kenshin pulled the flat-board wagon to a halt and looked over at his handsome partner. He hated to part with Aoshi, but at the same time, Kenshin was delighted with the fact that Aoshi was returning to the dojo. It didn’t matter how many times he looked into Aoshi’s eyes, but every time he did, it was always a thrill for him. Aoshi looked extremely handsome to the swordsman. The sun reflected the blue highlights in the shinobi’s hair. The icy-blue sheen in Aoshi’s eyes practically pulled the breath out of Kenshin as his mate’s piercing stare enchanted his very soul.

“I will wait for you at the dojo,” Kenshin said. He tried to ignore his arousal that pressed against the side of his leg.   When Aoshi’s eyes met his, the twitch against Kenshin’s inner thigh was obviously apparent, which gauged his excitement over the anticipation of reuniting with Aoshi at the end of the day.

Aoshi slyly swiped his tongue over his lips and said, “I’m sure you will be there ready and waiting for me.” Aoshi saucily grinned as he looked down at the lively lump at Kenshin’s groin. “I’m looking forward to picking up where we left off.”

The two men desired to embrace before parting to reassure one another that all was well between them, but such a scene was best kept limited to their private quarters. Nevertheless they both sensed the yearning of the other, which was a good way to part.

Aoshi stood and watched Kenshin drive the flatbed around the corner toward the main roadway. He was definitely relieved that there was peace between he and his lover. For a while, things were beginning to get terribly complicated with the women striving to stake claim to part of their lives. But now that the women were away, Aoshi was looking forward to stake his claim on the newly discovered hitokiri that laid in wait within Kenshin.

The shinobi snaked his way between the rows of buildings, and then down through the alleyways until he reached Horie’s storefront. He saw no sign of Cho at the front of the building, so he lumbered his way around to the back and spied into the rear entrance. Except for one of Horie’s men sweeping the dust from the storeroom toward the doorway, there was no sign of Cho. Aoshi had no other choice, but to wait.

Aoshi didn’t mind waiting, for his mind was filled with images of sexual escapades involving Kenshin. There was no measuring the amount of admiration he had for the swordsman. From the very start, Aoshi secretly idolized the hitokiri for his swordsman abilities and skill. Kenshin was indeed a master. Just thinking about the redheaded swordsman shot Aoshi’s system into a sensual mode, which forced him to make an adjustment to the front of his hakama.

“Hmmm,” Aoshi hummed beneath his breath as he recalled the trip he and Misao had taken just after he recovered from the Shishio ordeal. If it wasn’t for Kenshin keeping his promise to Misao to bring Aoshi back to her, he knew that he would not have lived a full life. Surely, Aoshi would already have been killed. However, Kenshin managed to convince Aoshi to give up the idea of striving to be the best swordsman in Japan and to return home instead. Aoshi received a beating from Kenshin and nearly met death in the process, but ever since then, Aoshi had want of nothing else than to live his life as close to Kenshin as he possibly could.

Although nothing happened between the men during Aoshi’s initial visit with Kenshin back then, it was a time when he realized that he wanted Kenshin sexually. It didn’t just appear to him out of the blue. He admired Kenshin from the start, but it was then that Aoshi found himself looking at Kenshin with quite a different set of feelings that were definitely way beyond the realm of admiration.

As the two sat together for tea that afternoon when Kaoru and Misao went to town for the day, Aoshi remembered how he felt when Kenshin’s hand accidentally brushed his. The incident had Aoshi’s heart racing then and even presently as he recalled his battle with the nagging temptation to take Kenshin into his arms. “Hmmm,” Aoshi hummed again as the thoughts were becoming vivid illustrations that splashed against the walls of his mind. He couldn’t help but think— Did Kenshin make a pass at him that day and he had missed it? Did Kenshin want him as much as he wanted Kenshin, even back then?

Aoshi was forced to abandon the intimate thoughts, at least for the moment. Three men were approaching his way, and Aoshi could not have mistaken the futuristic hairstyle for anyone’s but Cho’s. Aoshi quickly brought his chin to his chest and allowed the hat he was wearing to conceal his face. However, he did make eye contact with Cho in passing. It only took the sword collector a few minutes to reappear through the door after entering the storefront.

Aoshi tailed Cho past a few rows of buildings, down a narrow alley, and then into a nomiya. It took a moment for Aoshi’s eyes to adjust to the dimly lit environment, but once having done so, he made his way to the back and sat at the chabudai that was next to the one Cho had chosen to sit at. They were both served sake along with a portion of dried fish and daikon.

The men’s back were almost touching one another as they sat at their chabudai, but it was necessary to keep their distance and not appear to be associated with one another. As they spoke under their breaths, concealing their words as they munched on mouthful of food, or obscured by their sake cups, Aoshi filled Cho in on the latest.

One thing for certain Cho appreciated learning the fact that the beheaded dead man was decoy and not Sano as he had originally thought. As much as he hated to admit it, he was rather attached to the ex-fighter for hire and considered Sano his equal in strength, wit, and yes, even sex appeal. In turn Cho began filling Aoshi in about the new development on Horie’s end.

“I’m telling you, I see it happening as quick as a desert wildfire,” said Cho. “Mitsu and Ichie Akatsuki are ready to hightail it from Horie’s control. I think having Ichie around has given Mitsu the courage she needed to make that move.” Cho stopped briefly and looked around the room to make sure that no one was seeing the men converse, then he went on to say, “Since Mochi Hana got a good glimpse of her brother’s cold heartedness, she’ll be coming around to the same conclusion as the other two. I see that soon coming, that’s for sure. Mochi Hana’s desire to get the hell away from that insane bastard is growin’ by the minute.”

“With that bit of information, I wouldn’t doubt that Saitou will on hold off on shutting down Horie’s operation.” Aoshi pulled some money out and laid it on the chabudai to cover his meal and drinks. “I’ll go and fill him in, and I will be in contact with you again soon,” said Aoshi as he stood to his feet and walked pass Cho without a glance.

Cho sat alone for a while and drank the remainder of his sake. He looked back on the time he first began working in Tokyo under Saitou. He was indeed lonely then with no one, but Saitou to consider. How things have changed, Cho thought. He realized his growing concern for the three women, and he shuddered to think on what could become of them if they were present during an actual raid by the authorities. The three women would end up in confinement, or even worse. Horie could very well lose control of himself and… He quickly shook off the disturbing thought and tossed the money to cover his tab onto the chabudai.

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“I want you to be sure you get all the wrinkles out before it starts drying,” Saitou directed Sano as he sat on the kitchen’s platform enjoying his cigarette. His smoke wasn’t all that the wolf was taking delight in, for he had Sano in his view, once again, admiring the young man. Saitou took great pleasure viewing Sano’s mannerisms as well as the ex-fighter’s form and masculinity. For being such a lazy fellow in character, Sanosuke certainly keeps himself in top shape, he thought. As he let the comforting tobacco smoke slip through his lips he was reminded of Sano’s proficient style of kissing. It was delicious, luscious and exceedingly satisfying for Saitou to engage in such pleasurable interactions with Sano.

Sano straightened his back after stooping to slap out the wrinkles at the cuffs of Saitou’s wet uniform. “There. How’s that?” Sano asked.

Saitou stuck the cigarette between his lips and held it between. He pointed at the other pant leg and said, “You overlooked those wrinkles at the hip.” He took a deep drag off the cigarette and flicked the finished smoke off to the side, barely missing Sano.

“Hey! You damn wolf!” Sano complained.

“Perhaps this will make you think about soiling my uniform again.”

Sano chuckled knowingly. “I’m already looking forward to the next time. Damn that was good!"

“Ahou.”

Sano walked toward Saitou who was still seated on the kitchen’s outside landing. “You’re full of bullshit, you know that don’t you?”

“Am I?” Saitou smirked.

“You know you enjoyed every second of our fuck,” Sano said accusingly.

Saitou frowned slightly and said, “It does sound like you are still in need of widening your vocabulary.”

“There you go again with your bullshit. You can’t tell me you don’t like me talking dirty to you. In fact, I’m willing to place a bet that your dick is as rigid as bamboo right about now.”

“Are you referring to my penis?” Saitou bantered.

“Yeah, yeah. Okay, your… Penis,” Sano replied mockingly and topped it off with a curtsying gesture.

“Interesting move,” Saitou commented. “It seems to suit you well.” Saitou snickered and narrowed his eyes to peer at Sano and added, “I suppose you’ll not know about my penis unless…”

“Unless what?” Sano smoothly closed the gap between he and Saitou until he was almost positioned between Saitou’s bended knees.

Saitou could see it coming, but didn’t mind in the least. As a matter of fact, the wolf leaned back using both his arms to keep from falling backward. “Unless you examine the evidence for yourself,” replied Saitou with the intention to spur his mate along.

Sano was gladdened to have gained Saitou’s willingness to participate in the appetizing gambol. Indeed, it was enough to kindle the young man’s yen for eroticism. It would have been difficult to keep the young man at bay if Saitou had not been in the mood. Without waver, Sano leaned over and set his hand upon Saitou’s crotch.

“Hmmm? What did I tell you? It is as though you stuck a piece of bamboo right here,” Sano said as he ran his hand over Saitou’s inflated arousal. "Why don’t we turn this piece of wood into a pipe and you can teach me how to smoke.”

“I’m afraid that will have to wait until another time,” Saitou said. “However, you just brought on a desire for me to have a cigarette.”

“Huh?” Sano’s tone sharp and angry as straightened his back, placed his hands on his hips and snarled. “What the hell kind of game are you trying to play on me this time?”

“No game Sanosuke,” Saitou said reaching down to adjust his erection.

“Then what the fuck?”

Saitou reached for a cigarette and lit it, took a deep drag and motioned with lifted eyebrows toward the walkway behind Sano.

Sano did an about face. “Katsu!”

“You shit head!” Katsu exclaimed. He walked right up to Sano, took him in his arms and administered a very forceful hug. “I just knew you weren’t dead!”

Surprised, Sano panicked a little when he felt Katsu rub up against his aroused cock. After all, it was all Saitou’s doing, but there he was, caught off guard in Katsu’s arms.

“Um hey Katsu…” Sano said as he pulled his concerned buddy from him. “So, word gets around fast.”

“Well yeah, the whole town’s talking. Nobody knows what to make of it. I mean it’s obvious that it is related to the underground dealings, but no one ever thought that the well known Zanza was going to bite the dust that way.” Katsu placed his hand on Sano’s shoulder, obviously overjoyed to find his closest friend was indeed, okay. “I just had to come out here to see for myself.”

“Well, it looks like you’ve recovered well from the beating you took from the low life,” Saitou said as he eyed Katsu.

Katsu bowed in appreciation. “I am recovered and want to thank the two of you for your assistance that day. I tried to come by sooner, but with the number of classes I have already missed; I was forced to take care of the school’s agenda before anything else. When I heard the rumors about Sano, I had to check it out.”

Saitou noticed that there was something about Sano’s countenance whenever Katsu came around. Something subtly different, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was. Saitou first noticed it when Sano didn’t leave Katsu’s side at the hospital. There was something there, between Sano and Katsu that didn’t quite rest well with Saitou. It had the wolf feeling uneasy, a tad bit anxious.

“Excuse me gentlemen,” Saitou stood from his seated position and flicked his spent cigarette off to the side. “I’ll leave the two of you to talk.”

“You don’t have to do that, Sano jumped in quickly, realizing the irritation in Saitou’s voice.”

Without any added conversation on Saitou’s part, he left the two young men to their chatter and headed back toward the dorms.

“I hope I didn’t come at a bad time,” Katsu said with a bit of concern.

“Nah, Saitou’s always got his head stuck up his ass. Don’t worry about the guy, I’m glad you decided to check me out,” Sano said trying to assure Katsu.

“So, what happened? Why the cover up with the body and all?” Katsu asked being his usual curious self.

“Well, the whole thing kind of got mixed up, but I have to tell you, it’s exciting as hell…”

Sano went on to tell Katsu all the latest, but at the same time, in the back of his mind, Sano was terribly concerned about Saitou. It wasn’t like Saitou to walk away like that. Yes, the wolf didn’t enjoy chitchat as Sano did, but it wasn’t like Saitou to just pick up and walk away. Nevertheless, Sano was glad to see his good friend again back on his feet.

On Saitou’s way to his domicile he saw Kenshin attempting to shut the front gate to the dojo, but before Kenshin pulled the gate shut, a police officer approached and interrupted him. Saitou had no doubt that the officer was looking for him, so Saitou quickly approached the men.

“Fujita, sir!” The officer bowed in recognition.

“A message sir, from your wife,” the officer said and handed Saitou an envelope.

“Oro? Tokio-san?” Kenshin questioned.

“My ex-wife,” Saitou said, correcting the officer.

The officer bowed. “Forgive me sir. Hai, your ex-wife, correct.”

Saitou took the message from the officer and read the note on the spot. “Thank you, I will take care of this. If there is nothing else, you may go now.”

“Thank you sir,” said the officer. The messenger quickly backtracked and left without saying anything further.

“Not anything serious, I hope,” Kenshin fished.

“I am hopeful it is not, but it does require my personal attention. If I can leave Sanosuke under your safeguard, I would appreciate it,” Saitou said seemingly in a hurry as he left Kenshin’s side and headed for the dorm.

“Sure, of course, I will do so!” Kenshin shouted in Saitou’s direction, for all he could see was the back of Saitou’s head. He watched Saitou quickly disappear between the dojo dormitory buildings. “This is not good timing,” Kenshin mumbled to himself and shrugged his shoulders.

After relieving the horse of its duties and releasing it into the back pasture, Kenshin started toward the main house where he knew he’d find Sano. Just before he got on the walk path from the main entry, he caught a glimpse of Saitou exiting the main gate. “No, not a good time, not at all,” Kenshin murmured and shook his head with regret.

Sano and Katsu were still at the kitchen’s landing when Kenshin strolled up to the main house.

“Hey Kenshin,” Sano called out in greeting.

“Himura-kun!” Katsu’s greeting sang out following Sano’s.

Kenshin greeted the two with a broad smile. “Anyone care for ocha?”

Katsu shook his head, turning down the offer and so did Sano.

“I will make a new pot full, in case anyone would like some later,” Kenshin said and turned to walk toward the kitchen entry, but then he stopped abruptly. “Sano, I ran into Saitou on my way in. He stepped out for a bit, but asked me to make sure you’re kept under watchful eye. I would appreciate it if you stick close by until he gets back.”

Sano’s eyes snapped wide open. “What the fffuuu… Did he say where he was going?” Sano asked, obviously troubled over Saitou’s departure without notifying him first.

“I’m assuming he went to check on Tokio, his wife…” Kenshin caught himself and quickly voiced his correction and added, “I mean… His ex-wife.”

Katsu knew Sano well enough to recognize that his Sano was distressed over the situation.

“An officer came by from the precinct with a message for Saitou. He mentioned that the note was from Tokio-san,” Kenshin said.

“Damn him!” Sano exclaimed, obviously upset. “Why the hell does Saitou do that?   The least, fucking thing, he could have done, was let me know what the hell is going on.”

“Now, now, Sano. It will not do any good to work yourself up over it. When Saitou returns you can discuss the matter with him,” suggested Kenshin.

Sano sighed deeply and shook his head from side-to-side and said, “I suppose you’re right, but I’m still pissed at the fact that Saitou left without telling me.”

“It’ll be okay, I’ll pass some of the time with you. How does that sound?” Katsu suggested seeking to bring cheer to Sano.

“Nah, I know you’re busy and have to get ready for teaching class and shit,” responded Sano. “You don’t have to baby sit, you know?”

“Hey, we’ve not spent much time together at all lately. We’re both over due. Maybe if there’s some sake I can do a few sketches of you over a few drinks!” Katsu announced his idea.

Sano straightened up and with bent elbows set his hands on his hips. “Hey, that’s not a bad idea! I could use a damn drink right about now,” Sano said.

Kenshin was pleased to see that Sano was at least calmed down. The young man was intensely unpredictable when aggravated, so Kenshin sighed a breath of relief. “I’ll get you a big bottle of sake and two cups.” He scurried off into the kitchen and swiftly returned with the offering.

“Thanks Kenshin,” Sano said happily.

Katsu bowed in appreciation and displayed his shining smile.

“Sano,” Kenshin called sharply before the two walked off.

Sano stopped in his tracks and turned to face Kenshin once again. “Yeah?” Sano replied.

“Please remember that sooner, or later, Horie will realize that the dead man is only a decoy.”

Sano nodded, “Yeah, I can’t help but be aware of that fact.”

“I am glad to hear you say that,” Kenshin said. “Now go and occupy yourselves.”

Sano and Katsu walked over to the dojo and sat within its big broad walls and long hallways.

“It looks like rain, doesn’t it?” Katsu said bringing the dark skies to Sano’s attention.

“Yeah. We may even have to light a candle, or it could be just a passing shower. It doesn’t look like a storm brewing,” Sano said as he popped the bottle of sake open and poured the two of them their first round.

They drank, poured more and drank again.   They both took down nearly six rounds of the sweet rice wine, savoring each drink until the rose-color hues on both their cheeks couldn’t have been missed.

“So? How do you want me?” Sano asked with a slight chuckle under his breath after swallowing off the last drop of the puissant liquid in his cup and quickly refilled the vessel.

“Huh?”

“Yeah, you dope—you told me that you wanted to sketch me again.”

“Oh…” Katsu uttered, a little embarrassed. “Uh yeah, right. I’ll just get my tablet from my packsack.”

“What did you think I meant?” Sano asked.

“I uhhh… I don’t know,” Katsu replied shrugging his shoulders.

“You’re full of shit!” Sano exclaimed. “Why can’t people just say what’s on their minds. A little honesty would do some good in a relationship.”

“Well, I think it’s all a matter of how much, or how little, one fears rejection,” Katsu said.

Sano shrugged at Katsu’s comment. “What the hell does rejection have to do with being honest?”

“Now look who is the one playing around,” said Katsu with a frown.

“I’m not playing around, I’m being as serious as a swimming fish. Give me an example,” Sano dared.

Katsu set his drawing tablet aside and filled their cups with more sake. “Alright— What I thought you meant…” Katsu hesitated and gulped down the rest of the sake in his cup and set it down. “Well, what I thought you meant was, how did I want you sensually. You know— Sexually.”

Sano sat there for a moment and simply grinned.

“You shit face,” Katsu tossed his empty cup over to Sano. “What the hell you grinning about?”

Sano broke out in laughter; his merry chortle was heartwarming, taking the two of them back to the days long past when there was hardly anything, beside the war, to be concerned with. They’ve seen many good times together despite the turmoil Japan was in at that time.

“Okay, okay… I’ll be honest with you. I knew what you thought,” Sano said still chuckling.

“Then why the hell did you ask?" Katsu questioned, took the bottle up and drank from it straight, giving up on filling the sake cup.

“Because I like to see your ass squirm,” Sano teased.

“You shit face,” Katsu blared.

“You dick face,” Sano, returned the jest.

“Dumb shit!”

“Nose drip.”

“Call me what you want, I don’t give a shit,” Katsu said.

“That’s because you’re feeling the sake and it’s numbing your brain. You probably can’t feel shit, numb ass,” Sano said, desiring to get in the last jab before they settled down.

“Well, bite me, eat me, see if I give a shit then,” Katsu said, wanting to be the one who had the last nudge.

Sano looked right into Katsu’s eyes. “I wish I could,” he said with bouncing eyebrows.

Katsu locked onto Sano’s stare, “You do?”

“Yeah,” Sano confessed, repeating his nod. “I don’t know if it’s the fucking sake, or I’m going out of my mind and I am all screwed up. But right now, right at this moment— I don’t give a shit about much of anything.”

“It’s probably because you’re pissed at Saitou.”

“Hmn,” Sano sighed as he recalled the fact that Saitou was probably on his way to see his ex-wife. “That maybe so, but that doesn’t explain the fact that I’ve often thought about what happened between us that last time we got drunk together.”

“You too?” Katsu snickered. “I’ve replayed the scene in my mind more than a couple times,” Katsu confessed blushingly, and then added, “Well, it would be more accurate to say, that I thought about it more than a dozen times.”

“Shit Katsu, why now? Why the hell didn’t we see it a long time ago?”

Katsu’s shoulders fell weak in a slump. He sighed. “Maybe we were too damn young to know what the hell was going on.”

“Maybe we didn’t want to admit the attraction we had for one another? Maybe we did, but denied it?” Sano calculated.

“I’m sorry Sano. It seems that every I come around, I lead you down the wrong roads.”

“Hell, don’t talk like that. I’m a big boy now, Katsu. I can make my own decisions, so don’t start thinking about telling me my life would be better without you around. I know you; I know what you’re leading up to say, so stick that up your ass where the shit can have it. I’m not going to listen to that kind of talk.”

Sano held out the big bottle of sake toward Katsu. Katsu nodded and smiled, his long, ebony hair partially covering his eyes framed his fair, attractive face. He took the bottle and drank.

“Alright then! Take off your clothes,” Katsu ordered.

“What the fuck?” Sano’s eyes widened.

Katsu picked his art tablet and waved it in front of Sano. "You asked me how I wanted you, right?”

“Uh… Oh yeah, that’s right,” Sano chuckled, a little embarrassed.

“What did you think I meant?” Katsu asked.

“Oh hell, here we go again!”

The two buckled over with laughter, which echoed off the dojo’s walls and leaked throughout its grand halls.
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