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Law	By : Artemick Category: Rurouni Kenshin > Het - Male/Female Views: 6553 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Police
- 2-Regret
- 3-Wonder
- 4-Satire
- 5-Heal
- 6-Promises
- 7-Overseer
- 6
- 7
The second old man had filled his promise. In one long overdue favor, he had delivered the emperor's overseer to inspect the police station that day. The man came for the paperwork but stayed to stop an assault and then to listen to the beaten informant describe conspiracy and corruption on a scale so pervasive and alarming it seemed like madness, or would have if the man – woman, rather – had not described it with such clarity, in controlled and polite speech.
"We can offer him some tea, can't we?" the overseer said. He was an old man, slow and burly, and he scowled at the young recruit who hesitated. "He isn't dangerous."
The young recruit did not want to explain that yes, the bleeding waif was dangerous, so he brought tea to the woman he'd hit with a steel bar minutes before.
Kenshin remembered, watching the glitter of the tea water, the moment when he was recruited to the Issin Shishi. He met the leader for tea before his first assignment. It was something for a wild mountain child to be thrust into this political world of educated vehement patriots. He had listened, and he was fascinated by their fine culture, their unforgiving judgement on etiquette. For years, Kenshin listened and watched, and he taught himself to mimic the leaders' fine words and courteous manners. But he knew his place and kept the curt, direct speech that a soldier needed.
Kenshin used that now. He pretended he was debriefing after an assignment – one completed beyond expectation. He spoke with deference and organization of thought, and he spoke only of fact and without contradiction.
Yesterday, Kenshin wanted the inspector to come. Kenshin expected the men to try and suppress him, and he planned to have them caught abusing their power, but Kenshin had thought they would throw him into a cell. In blind hope, Kenshin had never expected them to attack him like that in the yard. The horror of it surprised him still. Would they have killed him there? What would have happened to his body?
"I submitted my report to the governor," Kenshin finished. "As noted in the documentation, there were several witnesses to the drug requests, mainly pharmacists, and there were various observers to the content of the plays as they were public. I provided addresses, as the witnesses agreed to give testimony."
And, he thought with a chill, every one of those listed are now in danger of the same harassment. He thought in a panic of Megumi. She was known to be his friend; they would attack her first and as viciously.
The overseer leaned forward. "I did not see this report."
"There is proof it was received. The report was used in the arrests of several politicians and their allies who intended to coerce certain politicians. They intended to compromise household members through rape and aggression, taking advantage of the drugs as necessary. Then they would arrange to force political opponents in key positions to cooperate on their issues. If they would not, they were to be framed as enemies of the emperor."
"Arrests were made on this evidence?"
Kenshin's eyes saw yellow flames as the papers burned. "Yes. I could write it again -- I have notes, though no copies of the report remain. I was approached after the arrested men were released. I was confronted in front of my home. There were fourteen men, including one police officer who I recognize here and several false ones in borrowed uniforms. Several men were friends or sons of those named in the arrests. They had obtained my report, the orginal. They showed it to me and burnt it. I mention this because, though I can completely reproduce it, I wish you to know that these people had access to documents that should have been protected."
"That's disturbing." The overseer held up a hand up to stop him and motioned to his secretary. "Saito's report, please."
In the pause as they waited, Kenshin's body throbbed. He feared infection. He felt the itch of blood on his thighs. Reaching down, he took the tea carefully. Then expensive cup was too thin for his damaged hands. He did not think the officer would dare poison him in front of the overseer, but the thick shackles weighed down his wrists. With them, his hands were too heavy for careful movement. He set the cup down rather than spill it.
The man read through.
Kenshin listened to the men talk in the halls and the courtyard. They were still around him. They listened to him speak.
"You're very articulate. I don't usually see war hero with so facile a tongue. Hm. My friend spoke very highly of you," the overseer said, still examining the text. "He said the battousai wouldn't bother to use words unless he was confident."
"I am. I watched war in its infancy. I know how conflict develops."
"The emperor's advisors were not surprised that it happened, only that there was evidence so soon. The targeted families levied accusations. Unfortunately for the truth, it came before the crime." He smiled.
Kenshin bowed, keeping his eyes low as was his station, but without fear. "I would rather look like a paranoid fool than be proved a prophet after an upheaval."
"You fought for the Ishin Shishi."
"I…was young, poor, and more concerned with practice of the sword than purpose. I support this peace we live it. I will defend it."
"I wish I could see you fight."
"I pray you never do."
The old man crossed his arms, watching through slitted eyes. "You talk like an old man, little girl."
Kenshin looked at him.
"My secretary made that tea. You can drink it."
Kenshin tried again. He spilled some, but drained the cup, and took more tea as the secretary poured it. His lips were chapped and felt dead against the fine porcelain. Finishing, he gasped, "Thank you."
"Perhaps you will come visit my wife and I -- after the investigation."
"An honor, sir." Kenshin clutched the cup. The warmth of the tea did him good that words could not. "Thank you for stopping them."
"Is that typical treatment of prisoners?"
"In my experience."
"Damn. This station is a mess. So your friend, Saito – he opposed you."
"I do not know the detective's true part in this. Only that he housed an opium den. I pray it was a clandestine investigation."
"I'm afraid this trespassing charge is solid."
Kenshin felt the hairs on his arms raise. After a minute of silence, he said, "I am not lying. I will submit to imprisonment in the care of these corrupt men, if needed, while the rest of my story is validated. I will adhere to law. But I cannot promise I will survive the incarceration, or even the night."
"A good lawyer might tell you that an opium den is considered confiscated property retroactively, and thus – well, it's all very technical and you couldn't afford the analysis -- but Sai will relish the opportunity to test his hand on a case." He nodded at the secretary. "Sai, please assure him he need not spend another moment here."
Sai, the secretary, smiled and recited a smooth stream of police etiquette that ended: "-- thus you cannot trespass into an area that was both public and government property. Even if this weren't the case, she would be protected as a documented informant."
"Saito listed me as an informant?"
"For many years."
Kenshin nodded. A flower of gratitude opened in his heart. More for the universe's mercy than Saito's foresight. Likely Saito only did it so he would be notified every time Kenshin was arrested, which was often enough.
"What is your opinion of Yamagata?"
Kenshin bowed. "I am not fit to speak of him personally. However, generally, I feel that when a man's heart is pure, it is difficult for him to detect falsity, because deceit is so alien to them."
"And Yamagata is honest?"
"Yes. Somewhat. In this."
"But you see deceit easily."
"In war. I was an assassin. It is the art of forcing the environment to betray one who thinks they are safe. It is to create and perpetrate betrayal."
"You are very well spoken. Did you study?"
"I studied nothing. Except fencing. Later, I farmed. I enjoy that. Gardening. Watching life grow."
"I do as well."
Kenshin glanced up for a moment. His ears pricked suddenly.
The courtyard had gone silent. Then crisp words cut through the paper screen: "Which one? It's too bright…"
Kenshin looked around and realized the lamps were between them and paper screen. The placement prevented their shadows from being cast.
"Obviously I have quite a job here. Should be here for a few months..."
Kenshin turned around, listening to the yard as he answered, "I would invite you to stay in our poor home, except perhaps you have friends who can provide more comfort – and perhaps more safety?"
"Oh, of course. But if I want to garden, I'll come see you, Battousai."
"Please do. It would be a welcome visit." Kenshin shifted slightly, trying to catch what was happening outside.
"I will want a full copy of your notes, and a reproduced report, as well as – whatever this was. You will be released under my custody and you will behave."
"May I defend myself?"
"Not to death…" The inspector peered beyond him, but did not notice the rustling quiet. "What are you doing? Is something going on out there?"
"I do not kill anymore."
"Good to hear it. I - "
Yells rose up and the gates were flung open outside, their metalwork crashing into the stone walls. Gunshots flashed on the other side of the screens, lighting the paper as the bullets pierced. One went by Kenshin's head, pulling the air past his ear. He leapt back, scattering the tea set, and tackled the overseer to the floor.
There were two more shots. Kenshin rolled over and tore out through the screen, landing with one step on the porch just long enough to find the young man with the revolver and a stolen uniform standing in the crowd, turning his arm.
Kenshin struck the man's head with the shackles around his own wrists, stunning him, then grabbed his arm and threw him down. As the pain from before caught up to him, Kenshin shattered the man's elbow.
The man screamed. Kenshin let go and stepped back, the shackles clinking. He gasped, unclenching his jaw. The policemen around looked at him.
"Aren't you going to arrest him?" Kenshin asked them. "He shot at your overseer."
One took a gun out and raised it at Kenshin, despite the crowd. Kenshin ducked in, pushing his arm up and knocking him to the ground. He twisted the gun away, snapping the man's fingers. They backed away from him. Kenshin set the gun down under his foot, quickly showing them his empty hands – he would not give them more excuse to kill him. "I've made my complaint. Killing me will not erase it!"
"We can make your life hell," one of the police said in a low, near inaudible voice, without any hint of aggression.
Kenshin nodded. "I know."
"Keep your mouth shut."
"Do your job."
The man drew his sword, as did the rest.
Kenshin lifted his shackled hands. "We do not need to stand against each other. The country has peace now. We should preserve it – "
The man struck. Kenshin knocked the sword away with the shackles, broke the policeman's wrists, and took the blade. He moved like a tsunami, and to see him with a sword blew the rest back. They pushed one another out, away from him.
Kenshin stood alone. Once he had his hand on the sword he was loathe to lose it.
"Put that down, Himura!"
Kenshin barely heard the overseer, but he heard his name shouted at the back of the crowd - Kaoru and Sanosuke were forcing through the guards at the door.
Kenshin lowered the sword. He looked up at the overseer.
"Himura! Put it down."
Kenshin felt a cold doubt. He could not protect himself. He could not protect them. Not without abandoning their lives and running. This was like that war. It had gotten too big.
Kenshin watched the remaining rogue police around him turn to the overseer. There was only one way for them to kill Kenshin now - to kill the overseer first. The overseer would only live if he jailed Kenshin, where he could be killed easily at the leisure of the men. If Kenshin left, they might kill the man investigating them.
"What was that?" The overseer said. "Explain yourselves."
An officer stepped up. "It's fine. A madman broke in with a gun, shot, and ran. The battousai has many enemies."
The overseer laughed. "You will move these men to the infirmary, then you will lock your men in the cells. I will interview all thirty one by one – and we will see whether it is 'fine'."
He clapped his hands at them. The men dispersed.
The overseer, more in control of the numbers, took out a kerchief to wipe his face. "Kenshin Himura, you will leave now and take a message to the governor. Tell him I will dine with him tonight after a peaceful interview with this garrison, which I'm sure this gentleman has entirely under control."
The officer smiled. He took a key from his pocket and pulled Kenshin near. He unlocked the shackles, letting Kenshin pull his hands back. He murmured, "Do we have a deal?"
Kenshin looked at him. "We have a truce."
The officer's lip curled.
"Leave me and my family alone. Leave the emperor's men alone. Do your job." Kenshin glanced at the floor and picked up the gun. He placed it in the officer's hands.
The secretary came with the sabako sword.

Kenshin ran alone to the governor's mansion, falling to his knees at the door to deliver the missive between breaths to a maid. The governor sent Kenshin a note inviting him to stay until his meetings were finished, but Kenshin declined, thanking the maid and asking her to pass along his respect to the governor. Then he walked home, pinching his arms to distract from the cuts inside him, the bone deep bruises on his wrists, the hot welts across his skull. His head ached. But it was so grateful to be walking, outside, alive, breathing sweet air.
Sano was waiting halfway there in the park. Kenshin felt he looked like all the promise of the world. Bright brown eyes, smiling. Warm.
"You didn't need to come. Thanks."
"Kaoru and Yahiko have it handled at home. You look terrible. Next time we should just end it in the street, take em out."
Kenshin was silent a long moment, and then looked at the ground. "Perhaps you're right. I was concerned if I had an incident like that, it would give the governor a more difficult case to argue."
"Well. Yeah."
"This seems to have worked out."
"Worked out! This is your worked out?"
"Uh…"
"If by some miracle those assholes do get convicted, what happens when all these guys get out of prison in a few years? You stopped them before they did any of the high crimes. They're going to sit in there, thinking about killing you while their bank accounts grow, then come back."
Kenshin considered it. "If they don't learn, we'll try your way."
Sano cracked his knuckles. "That's a hell of a better time than watching you get beat. Again."
Kenshin put his hand on his returned sword. "Take me home, Sano. I want to take a bath. With you, please?"
"Sure. Be my honor."
Kenshin imagined the slick skin on skin, the hot water. The hands of a good man would be healing. He just needed to be around someone who didn't want to hurt him.
The evening was coming on as they returned. The sky clotted with color as the sun set. Clouds glowed gold, orange, and with violet shadows. The sky blurred from deep spangled cerulean above them to a pale sea green at the red edge of the sun.
"This is a beautiful day." Kenshin limped. He was very slow. The pain built as he calmed and the adrenaline wore him down. He wished he hadn't run.
"You're beautiful."
"Aren't you clever. Wait," Kenshin said finally. His fingers curled around Sanosuke's arm as he stopped in the street. He was beginning to sweat, like a fever, even though he was freezing. His body was trying to burn out infection from the man's dirty fingernails.
Sano did not complain. He kept watch. Talked about the garden. Talked about the roasted vegetables they'd set aside for dinner. How Kaoru had probably eaten it because, in his words, she was a heifer.
In thoughts of that simple life, and the comfort of Sano waiting so kindly beside him, Kenshin began to forget what had happened. It was hard to fear for themselves or the country when Sano was beside him, huge and warm, resilient and grinning. When Sano joked, he laughed. And slowly, they made it home.

Kenshin began to strip his clothes off as Sano fetched the water. His heart rung at the thought of Sanosuke helping him. So many times, he'd bathed alone, barely able to make himself strip in the winter and never wanting to pay for the fuel to have hot water. It was so awful, something to survive, not enjoy. Now he was cared for. Hot water appeared, and Sano didn't even hear his thanks – he just turned around to get more water.
"Sano?" Kenshin asked. When Sano paused, Kenshin motioned him to come by the wall where Kenshin sat naked to the waist and waiting. He caught Sano's hand and pulled his face down, kissing his mouth.
Sano chuckled and took a knee, dropping between Kenshin's legs. He put his hands on Kenshin's hips and drew his thumbs down, rubbing. Kenshin's knees pulled shut against Sano's shoulders and he grinned like a child.
"Is that bad?"
"No, no. Good. It hurts a little. Maybe slow down." Tonight he did not want a rest. Their violence would not keep him from his life.
"Sure. Hey, Kaoru and Yahiko did the rounds with the pharmacist. Megumi says people with concussions need to stay up all night. And you've got a real bloody scalp, love." He leaned over and played like he were biting Kenshin's thigh, then rested his chin there. "Are you going to stay up all night with me?"
"You're such a blessing to me. If you ever need anything, Sano..."
"Well, I was going – "
"Not gambling money. I'm broke anyway."
"I'll take a raincheck for next time I'm thirsty. I already got the best fighter in town letting me eat her up tonight." He jumped away to the whistling kettle. "Last one."
Kenshin's body ached. He was so tired, but Sano would spoil him tonight. He looked at his arms. The shackles' edge had cut hard dark rings around his wrists. They bruised and swelled, puffy. Inside, around his groin, the cuts and tears stung as he moved, invisibly vicious. He tried to hold still and breathe.
Sano returned, tossing his jacket in a corner. "You really want two of us in there? It'll be tight."
Kenshin nodded. "Go first."
Sano did, yelping at the heat, and then settling down. The water came up to his chest. He helped Kenshin in, licking his pubic hair as he stepped in facing Sano. Kenshin's knees shook. "Careful please, Sano. I'm weak."
"Lay on me."
Kenshin swirled, the water up to his neck now. He felt light. He tied his hair up higher and lay down across Sano's chest, his head on Sano's shoulder. The heat stung, finding scrapes and raw nerves. But they fit, bodies sliding against each other.
"Mm. I feel like the king of the world," Sanosuke hummed, starring at the sky. He wrapped his arms around Kenshin, rubbing his back. He cradled Kenshin's head, stroking his scalp. "You're so brave, lovely. Smart girl."
Kenshin felt Sano's lips tease his and woke to kiss him. Sano let him nap, rubbing a soft rag over his arms and checks, down his shoulders. "You are like a mother cat…"
Sano made a purring sound, growing to a bark, then buried his lips in her hair.
After some forty minutes of dozing, Kenshin woke to Sano stroking and teasing him while he slept.
"Oh, I was trying to make you have dirty dreams about me."
Kenshin draped himself over Sano. "You interrupted them."
"My bad."
"You are."
He pointed to the painted sign on the back of his jacket. "I was labeled."
"I was fairly warned." She kissed him. "Let me rest."
Sanosuke traced his fingers over Kenshin's back lightly.

Kenshin woke again later as the water was cooling. Sano was snoring lightly. Honestly, Kenshin felt the whole thing rather dangerous, and was very glad Kaoru hadn't come by and seen them about to slide in and quietly drown.
Kenshin felt much better. He stretched, rolled, and sat back in Sano's lap. He pushed back to rub his ass along Sano's cock, pining it against his stomach. Sano woke and groaned. He began to massage Kenshin's slender back, working out round circles with his thumbs along Kenshin's spine. "How're you feeling?"
"Careful, careful." Kenshin breathed.
After a minute Kenshin pulled Sano's cock between his own legs, up against his groin. He held it close, rubbing and grinding his clit against the shaft.
"Pervert," Sano chuckled.
Kenshin laughed, thinking how far this was from the worst thing he'd ever done. If anything, Sano and Kaoru returned him to humanity.
Sano grunted and began fucking into Kenshin's hand. He reached around to Kenshin's thighs and began stroking them. He shook loose a folded wash cloth and caught the soap up in it, then wrapped his arm around Kenshin's chest. He whispered. "I'm going to clean you up."
"Be thorough." Kenshin's hips rolled. Sano's fingers on his thighs were making him swell.
Sano wet the soap and teased Kenshin's breasts.
"That's so soft – you're so good, Sano – "
Sano then scrubbed under his arms, then tickled him. Kenshin squirmed, whining. Sano was always playing during sex, teasing and rough, only with moments of romance. Mostly bullying. He caught Kenshin back to his chest and grinned in his ear, "Where do you think this is going? Where?" before putting the soap down over Kenshin's clit.
"Yes, Sano, please. Gentle."
Sano rubbed. Kenshin arched his back, then looped his leg over the side and began to fuck up against Sano's hand, while still stroking Sano's cock. "D-don't waste the soap…"
"Good, good. Take your time. Clean that pussy."
Kenshin came minutes later. He opened his eyes to the stars above them, the haze of lanterns. The city was still alive a few streets over.
Rising and collapsing, he lay back against Sano's chest, panting with his mouth open. This was all he wanted, all he'd thought about on the way home, Sano's wet skin.
Sano wouldn't let him rest. "Not enough."
He kept rubbing, and though Kenshin sulked for a moment, he began pushing his hips up again, and this time lost control. Kenshin closed his legs to push on Sano's hand, and Sano went faster with his fingers. He stroked Kenshin's neck. "Kiss me. Kiss me."
Kenshin did, turning, mouth open. After minutes, Sano laughed and took Kenshin's lip in his teeth. Then he pressed the heel of his hand over Kenshin's clit and let him grind up. Kenshin took his own rhythm and time and came.
He rolled in the water then, straddling Sano's thick thighs. He couldn't see through the water enough and posted his knee, pulling Sano's knee up, hooked over Kenshin's thigh. It lifted Sano in the water, opening his legs.
"Hey now. Behave, kid."
"You behave," Kenshin joked, cupping his balls. He wrapped the other hand around his shaft. "Listen to your elders, Sanosuke."
"Scrawny elders. Like you know anything about this!" Sano groaned, glancing down, then back at Kenshin. Kenshin felt weak. He'd always found Sanosuke's dark eyes compelling.
Kenshin stroked him. "Do I not know well enough? Teach me."
Sano stared at him, smiling. Then he began to touch himself, touching the joining of his legs and groin, high inner thigh. "Keep doing what you're doing."
Kenshin bit his lip, grinning. Sano's cock felt hot even under the water. His skin had a deep heat under it, blood pulsing and flooding him. Kenshin squeezed, twisting his hand around and pulling up off, one hand and then the other. He traded off, watching Sano's face.
"Oh, that's good – you're good," Sano assured him, one eye open.
Kenshin kept on, using both hands as if he were shaping clay, pulling up and then smoothing down. It seemed to take forever, but Kenshin knew it was just the ache of his head. He wanted to do it, and Sano had helped him get off so deeply –
"Massage like I did your back," Sano said. "That's what I want. Use your thumbs. Go fast."
Kenshin hefted Sano's ass up, the water making it easy to lift him – his weight was nothing in the tub. Kenshin got his leg under his ass and back, pulling him close to Kenshin's stomach. Kenshin smoothed Sano's cock up against his own chest. He held it there for a moment, a precious part of his lover against his own heartbeat, and then began pulling, rubbing his two thumbs. It was muscle after all, and Sano let his head drop back over the lip of the tub, moaning. "Yeah, yeah, yeah – "
Kaoru's husband shouted. "Hush out there! Ow – Kaoru?"
"She's fucking her husband, come on! Leave her alone," Kaoru chided.
"We don't do that – "
"You absolutely do," Sano bellowed, turning his head.
"Shh, Sano…" Kenshin giggled.
Sano stroked Kenshin's face, shoving his thumb through his lips. Kenshin bit him lightly.
Kenshin worked his shaft from bottom to top. Sano lifted his head to watch, and seeing him, Kenshin leaned down and gave his neck a lick and a bite. Sano groaned and grabbed, then pet Kenshin's hair. Kenshin sucked at his earlobe, interrupted as Sano grunted, "Hard, right now, hard and fast."
Kenshin wrapped his hand and obeyed. Sano laughed and after a minute came, trembling and thrusting.
Kenshin wrung him slowly until Sano waved him off. He hooked an arm under Kenshin's, stood, pulling Kenshin up to him. "Show me that pretty body. Look at you."
Kenshin was bruised some interesting colors, but Sano was always liked when Kenshin fought and whatever came with it. While he put his hands carefully around the worst of it, he didn't actually seem to see them.
"Tight muscle. All right, show me that clean pussy." He started to kneel and Kenshin got out moved to the towels. "Come back here."
"No!" Kenshin whispered. "Let's do this in bed."
"You'll have to wash the sheets."
"I'll wash them." Kenshin tossed him his towel.
Sano caught it, balled it up in his fist, growling and grumbling as he stalked after Kenshin.
Kenshin sat down on his bedding and looked up to see Sano glowering. "Don't get me wet. Towel off."
"I'll get you wet. Lay down." He used the towel, clumped up hard, pressed it over Kenshin's clit and shook it, teasing the cloth up and down. Kenshin's knees raised. He opened his thighs, lifting his hips to fuck into the sensation. "You warm and dry, Kenshin? Let me towel you off."
Kenshin lay his arms draped up over his head, knowing Sano liked to see his chest and neck long like that. Then Sano caught up his legs. Kenshin pressed his lips together, moaning.
Sano tossed the towel away, scoffing, and dove down. His tongue circled Kenshin's clit and just as Kenshin was crying out into his hand, he sat back. "No. No, get up."
Sano sat with his back against the wall post and made Kenshin stand over him, leaning against it. Kenshin reached down into his soft hair, tangling his fingers as Sano tangled his tongue. "Sano – this is hard…"
"No, what I'm doing is hard. You're easy. And this is wet." He rubbed the tip of his middle fingers over Kenshin's cunt. He traced his nose over her, then pushed his lips down and hummed.
Kenshin strained, hips thrust up against him. The tip of Sano's tongue ranged, then would push down blunt. Kenshin moaned, and Sano clapped a hand over his ass. Kenshin thrust forward, and Sano did it again, prodding him like a horse to ride, making him jump as he sucked.
Kenshin shook. Sano's appetite and patience was almost intimidating. He slowed to tiny licks, until Kenshin wondered if his own heart would give out before Sano let him come. But just the thought of that, of being in a purgatory of the man's tender ministrations – if the grip on his ass could be called tender – made Kenshin's breath catch. His orgasm built, and the idea of Saito's mastery took only a glance up from the man to catch fire.
Kenshin's orgasm flung him into animal panting, blank eyed and shaking. He pressed his forehead to his arm, sighing.
Sano laughed. He embraced Kenshin and pulled him down to the floor. "I win."
"Huh?" Kenshin tried to focus on him.
"At you. At sex. At everything. I win everything. Look at you, all tired out and red faced. I win." He kissed Kenshin messily on the neck. "What else?May I?"
"Mm."
Slowly, he slid a finger into Kenshin. Kenshin moaned as Sano's gaze wandered off, intentionally playing at a lack of interest even as he curled his finger along inside, rubbing. Sano was so gentle – and perhaps Kenshin was enjoying his company so wholly – that he seemed to only smooth over the injuries, a thorough massage.
"I want to fuck you…maybe not tonight. But we could do something else, right?" He nuzzled her hair. "Whatever could we do…"
Kenshin waved his hand. "Whatever you like."
"Could we make Kenshin squirm?"
Kenshin writhed, hips thrusting into his hand.
"Good. Could we make Kenshin whimper?"
"Sano…" Kenshin panted, staring up.
"Good girl. Aww. But you're tired. We'll play again tomorrow. Come here. I want to go to sleep with you on my chest, pressed up against my cock." He pulled Kenshin close.
"Thanks, Sano. You're…" Kenshin tried to find words, and only sighed. "I'm so glad you're here."
Sano tried to play it off, then murmured, "I'm real happy when you don't get killed."
"Me too – "
"Moron, come on. Then be more careful, eh? We need an insurance plan."

They slept and woke, rested and were ready again. Wordless, their hands roamed one another.
"I want you in me."
"After all that? I don't know."
Kenshin said, "I want to. It means something. Try."
"Oh," Sano chuckled, clapping a hand over Kenshin's ass. "It won't be any trouble for me."
Kenshin lay back and Sano jerked himself hard, smiling down at her. He touched her. "You naughty thing. You're still soaked."
"You know that happens when I sleep on you…you had your thigh pressed between my legs…"
"Oh, I know. Now?"
Kenshin nodded, lifting his thighs, and Sano pushed in. Kenshin bore down, breathing to stretch the right muscles, and Sano moved slow. But once he was inside, stroking, Kenshin shut his eyes.
The pain was like fireworks, etching through him with lines of fire, showers of embers. Kenshin drew a pained breath.
"Yeah, no. Let's fix that." Sano hoisted him into his lap, then turned, rolling onto his back. Kenshin inhaled, squeezing down on the hard cock inside him. "Good. Ah. You stay on top. Stay awake."
"I have a headache," Kenshin growled. "I want to lie down – "
"You have a concussion, so no. And you have a lovely clit – know how I know?" He was already circling his thumb over Kenshin, making him ride his hand, rolling into it. "See?"
"Keep going," Kenshin said, leaning forward on his knees. He pushed back to take Sano's cock, then pulled, rocking back and forth.
Quiet soon though, Sano yelped and pushed Kenshin off, coming onto Kenshin's legs.
Kenshin pushed his fingers through the mess. "Already?"
"You did a thing inside!" he whispered. "It's not my fault."
"I wanted a bit longer…could you…"
"You come here." He took Kenshin up in his arms and got a hand around him. He jostled his clit, until Kenshin was fucking his hand again, and then Sano slid a finger inside, then two.
Kenshin slowed and finally held still, all his muscles tense, pushing as Sano fucked him with his fingers.
"Look at me. Look at me, I want to see your mouth open – you like that. You like that…"
"I'm coming – " Kenshin breathed, riding it out – Sano removed his soaked fingers and pressed over Kenshin's clit. Kenshin yelped, pressing down.
After a minute, Sano chuckled and they both fell back, laying on their sides.
"That was good," Kenshin said, breath shaky.
"Course it was. Well. It was all right. That deal last month at the retreat house was better."
"Because you like public places! I like privacy – "
Kenshin's muscles jerked. The memory of waking up in pain, tied to the lamp post, frightened, intruded behind his eyes without warning. Kenshin froze. The nightmare seemed real – he smelled saliva on his cheek and remembered suddenly lying on the floor of the police station, the stranger's nail tearing inside him – striking his head --
"Kenshin? Hey. Come back to me."
Kenshin blinked, pushing it down. He looked over Sano. "Huh?"
"What was that?"
"Bad memory."
"You look tired. And messed up."
"I don't have the energy for another bath," Kenshin said, making himself smile. "So Megumi said I couldn't sleep?"
"Well…something like not for more than an hour? I don't remember. I guess if you can, you should. I'll wake you up in a bit…check in..."
Kenshin started to lay down, then sat up quickly and pulled his knees in. The memories were coming back, stronger than dreams. They had smells, pain, near sound. They were garbled; he would feel the strike on his head, then Saito talking outlined in the light of the door, then the nausea of the walk home. Maybe he shouldn't have had sex with Sanosuke. Maybe not so soon. He had wanted to, to make sure he didn't become afraid, to take back his life, his body, to enjoy himself and have fun with someone who loved him. He didn't care about the pain. But maybe that was too soon.
"I'm fine. I'm fine." He couldn't hear Sano, but Kenshin knew he was talking.
Sano must have held him. Kenshin felt restrained and twisted away, walking.
"I'm fine – I just – " Kenshin breathed and just as quickly, there was only the garden, full of blossoms and fruit. He looked down the tiled walk to the barred door. He listened to the quiet, sensing nothing. No one unusual.
Kenshin turned back.
Sano waved him near.
Kenshin shook his head and sat with his back to the wall.
"Fine. But I'm waking you later."
Kenshin nodded, breathing in the free air.

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(Thanks to Ayasamachan for the kick to finish this! xo)
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