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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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“I think it odd that my brother didn’t bother to show up at the compound last night,” Mochi Hana said over the sizzling sound of the cooking-pan and the crackling of new wood afire. "It just is not like the man."

“I hear you purty lady. I’m figuring that something mighty strange is going on,” Cho said as he thumb-fingered his chin. I just don’t like the feel of this, but I’m not sure if this is the time to pack up and high tail it out of here.

Mochi Hana frowned. "It wouldn’t be a bad idea to do just that. I don’t trust my brother. He’s gotten much worse since we’ve reunited,” she said as she thought back on how Horie seemed to get angry at even the smallest things, which caused him to fly off in ranting rages. “It was only a week ago that my brother slit open a man for not being able to pay on delivery. The killing was merciless, and the look in my brother’s eyes…”

Mitsu entered the room along with Ichie and added, “I’ve seen that look many times before, and I do agree with Mochi Hana-san. Hisomu-san has become more withdrawn lately, and he seems to talk of little else but the kills he recently carried out.” Mitsu seemed fearful to even speak of Horie. “I cannot say we are safe here. Hisomu-san is not to be trusted.”

Cho shrugged his shoulders as he flipped the palms of his hands faced out. “Well, I ain’t about to take any chances.” He smacked his closed fist against the palm of his hand. “Come on!” Cho shouted, “We’re all goin’ on a picnic!”

“I understand,” said Mochi Hana with a nod of her head, and she added a subtle smile for Cho.

Mochi Hana set her hand on Ichie’s shoulder and advised. “Ichie-san, gather food together as you normally would for a day’s outing, enough for a few people.” She turned toward Mitsu and called out.

Mitsu snapped to attention realizing that a plan was well on its way for their long awaited escape from Horie. “Yes Mochi Hana-san?” The beautiful lady responded and bowed.

““Mitsu-san, let’s have you write a note. Address it to Hisomu-san, and then state in it that we’ve all gone on a picnic outside of town."

“I’ll get the carriage all set for us to high-tail it out of here,” Cho said with excitement.

“And I’ll get dressed to do my shinobi duty. It is vital for us to find out where my brother is and get ahead of him if we want to be safe.” Mochi Hana glanced quickly at the women to reassure them. “You’ll be just fine, you have to believe that.”

Mitsu and Ichie nodded, a little fearfully, but a lot hopeful.

Sincerity shown from Cho’s eyes as he said, “You be careful purty lady, you hear me?” He gazed into Mochi Hana’s beautiful hazel-hued eyes as he wished her luck and stroked the side of her cheek gently with the back of his fingers.

“Hmn,” Mochi Hana nodded. “You be careful as well. I will meet you where we planned, as soon as I find out about my brother’s whereabouts."

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“God damn it!” Saitou exclaimed. “Replace the first group with the third squad, then send the first group to post, out of sight, around this compound.” He raked the fallen hair away from his eyes, and then glanced up peering into the young officer eyes. “Now! Move!” Saitou shouted with a sternness that could not be mistaken for any other but Fujita Goro.

The young man immediately turned in fear, which shown from his eyes. He broke into a sprint and almost knocked Kenshin over on his way to the coach that awaited the young officer at the front of the dojo.

“What is all the commotion?” Kenshin asked as he and Aoshi approached Saitou.

Saitou flicked his spent tobacco aside and eased the smoke from between his lips. Another mass killing, which has the investigation, so far, pointing directly to Horie and his lot,” he said as shook his head in disgust.

“Ha,” said Aoshi as he bowed in greeting.

“Aoshi-kun,” Saitou greeted his shinobi. “I almost did not recognize you without the mud.”

Aoshi immediately looked at Kenshin, then back at Saitou and shook his head, a little embarrassed.

“May I remind you gentlemen that we could very well be under watch by Horie’s men who will not stop at…” Saitou paused and cleared his throat, and then continued, “…at nothing, which includes two sex-crazed men out in the rain oblivious to everything and everyone around them.”

Kenshin’s smile covered the lower part of his face from ear to ear. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t realized that Saitou was peeking in on them last night, but being in the ‘hitokiri mode’, Kenshin knew exactly whom it was that was observing them from a distance.

“Where do you want me?” Aoshi asked cutting right into the conversation. “Cho?”

Saitou nodded and agreed, “Hmn, Cho.”

“I’m on it,” Aoshi responded with a bow.

“There will be guards surrounding this enclosure when you get back, be careful upon approaching and notify Cho about that fact as well.”

Aoshi turned to Kenshin and nodded, and then glanced back at Saitou. “I’m on my way,” he said and was off in a flash.

“Hey, what’s the ninja-boy up to speeding off that way?” Sano asked as he walked over to Saitou and Kenshin from the bathhouse’s direction. He looked much like a wet animal after a quick rain as he shook the excess water from his hair.

“He’s on a mission to find Cho,” Saitou nodded toward the direction the shinobi vanished.

“Mission?” Sano questioned.

“Yes Sano,” Kenshin replied, his voice carried a serious tone. “There’s been another mass slaying.”

“Don’t tell me… Our friend Horie is responsible once again. He got bored just sitting around playing with himself,” Sano snarled in disgust.

Saitou also showed his disgust by the furrow between his brows. “I doubt that we could ever begin to imagine a fraction of what it would take for that man to satisfy his lusts.” Saitou reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a cigarette. “I’ve seen too many of his kind during the war.” He lit the tip of the thinly rolled wad of tobacco and inhaled deeply, and then he exhaled and said, “I was hoping we saw the last of his kind when Shishio met his end.”

“Unfortunately, the spirit of men like Shishio remain in this world, and then there are men like us, who are willing to set aside the comforts of traditional living and go after men with such destructive natures,” Kenshin said.

“I’m ready to whop some ass,” Sano said with excitement as he rolled up his sleeves. "So what’s my assignment?”

“I want you close by to watch my back. If Horie should find out about any of us, he will band with his men and attack.” Saitou could not allow Sano to go off on his own, but he knew better than to order Sano to stay put. Saitou had chosen a better way to deal with Sano.

“Ahhh, I get it, you want to keep an eye on me,” Sano said in a huff with a furrow as deep as a canyon was set between his brows.

“It is true, but it is for good reason, and indeed, we need to watch each other’s back,” Saitou said.

“That we do,” Kenshin said with a slight nervous chuckle. “We are stronger as a solid team. We have proved so once before.”

Sano ran his fingers through his wet hair in attempts to comb through the knots and tangles. “Yeah, I guess you two make sense. I did see us in action once before. There’s no way we can lose together. Especially not against shit-bags like Horie.”

Saitou brought the cigarette to his lips and took a long drag off of it. “Men like that,” he exhaled, “always get it in the end,” he commented.

Each man paused in thought for a moment.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m good for shit on an empty stomach,” mentioned Sano.

Kenshin shot his usual wide smile. “I have to agree with Sano. We’re all better off if we see to a good meal to start off the day.”

The men headed for the main house, busying themselves with more conversation of securing the compound for what may turn into a battlefield.

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“Where is this place you’ve taken us?” Mitsu asked as she looked around the quiet double room flat. It was a fairly nice place and seemed well kept. Surely this wasn’t an abandoned place, she thought.

“It belongs to a friend,” Cho replied as he set the container of food down on the low table.

“Girlfriend?” Ichie questioned as she held up a rather feminine article of clothing that was laid out on the futon in the connecting room.

Mitsu peered at her sister standing at the adjoining room’s threshold, and then she glared at Cho. “Cho-san, have you been involved with someone and not mentioned it to me?” Mitsu was unprepared for such a realization.

“No purty one, I wouldn’t call this particular friend an involvement of mine,” Cho said, obviously he was quite nervous.

“What then?” Ichie prodded, enjoying the sight of Cho fidgeting. She giggled.

“Let’s just say she’s been there for me when there was no one else,” said Cho as he pretended to organize the food container, so as not to have to look at either woman.

“Cho-san! A geisha?” Ichie questioned with a rather surprised expression.

“Cho-san?” Mitsu immediately joined her sister in the interrogation.

Cho stood to his feet from his bent position at the food bin, faced the questioning ladies and said, “Look you two, If you haven’t noticed, this handsome man standing before you is made up of flesh and blood that is completely—man material. I have needs, hell, I have big needs, but to be honest, not all women know what a good thang is when she sees it.” He cleared his throat, which all of a sudden had seemed to go dry on him. “This little woman who offered her place to me whenever I’m in town is a good woman. I don’t want either of you to think otherwise.”

“Cho-san? Is this woman special to you?” Ichie asked searchingly.

“Hai,” Cho nodded his confession.   “Her name is Miyoko-san. She had been an oasis out here in Tokyo for me more than once.” Cho tried to cover the blush on his face, but it didn’t go unnoticed by Mitsu and Ichie.

“Is there anything we should be doing, besides hiding here?” Ichie asked as she began feeling a bit antsy under the circumstances.

“No purty lady,” Cho said. He walked over to her and set his arm around her shoulder. “You just set your mind on surviving this nightmare, so that you and your purty sister can live the rest of your lives free from the likes of Horie.” Cho reached around to the back of his neck to rub the tension from it with his free hand. “I’m still amazed how that man survived this long with so many people hating his guts.”

“You are right Cho-san,” Mitsu said in agreement. “Hisomu-sama is not in his right mind. He hasn’t been for a long while.” Mitsu made her way to Cho and tucked herself under his free arm letting out a big sigh from between her very feminine lips.”

Cho took Mitsu up into his other arm and gave both women a squeeze. “Come on you two, let’s not let your purty little heads of yours start worryin’.”

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It seemed awfully quiet at Horie’s compound, but the tiny ninja silently moved below the wooden flooring of the multitude of rooms throughout the main part of the compound. From below, room-to-room, Mochi Hana listened for movement, but heard none. That is, not until she reached the very rear of the buildings where part of the landscape was interrupted by a sizable hill. It was at that point that the compound’s rampart ended abruptly, rounding off the northeast corner. Mochi Hana held still, silently still, standing within the shadows of the very last building. She needed to see what it was she had heard just moments ago. The sound was faint, yet familiar, but the tiny ninja-woman needed to adjust her position to investigate visually.

Up and over the wall Aoshi sprung effortlessly, landing behind a clump of shrubbery, almost silently. He peered out from between the thick green foliage, and then immediately sensed caution. He retreated along the greenery, around a grand maple tree, and then he slipped beneath the wooden flooring that supported the tatami, which covered the rooms throughout most of the buildings within the compound. He took the position to view out from his hiding place, but saw nothing. He waited and listened for a few minutes. He heard nothing. The sleek shinobi crept quietly to the side of the stairway that led to the building’s landing. He remained still and allowed some time to pass.

Mochi Hana waited patiently, absolutely sure that someone was lurking beneath her in the crawl spaces located under all throughout the compound. She waited for a reasonable amount of time, and when nothing could be detected, she set out slowly, down the steps—very quietly.

Much like a lightning strike, Aoshi leapt forward and engaged Mochi Hana in a full side tackle, which knocked her off of her feet. The speedy shinobi’s main objective was to secure her arms and disable her as quickly as possible, without bringing injury upon the ninja. With a few maneuvers, Aoshi had Mochi Hana against the ground, her hands tightly fastened behind her, and Aoshi’s weight pressed down against her back, forcing the ninja woman to remain still between he and the earth below her.

“Who sent you?” Aoshi demanded an answer.

“I could ask you the same question,” replied Mochi Hana.

Aoshi grunted as he held the squirming woman beneath him. “You are in no position to be asking questions,” he huffed. “Who are you, and who do you work for?”

“I am not working for Horie Hisomu, if that is what you need to know.”

“Then who the hell sent you, and for what reason?”

Mochi Hana relaxed beneath Aoshi. “Alright, allow me to be seated, then I will tell you.”

Aoshi chuckled and said, “Not that easy woman. I know what you are capable of. I never underestimate anyone. To do so could mean a quick trip to the next life.”

“You obviously have me, and as you can see, I am no match for someone twice my size,” Mochi Hana said trying to talk her way to freedom.

“Do you take me for a fool? You are a ninja, a smaller stature is to your advantage.”

Aoshi held onto Mochi Hana’s wrists behind her, reached into his garment and quickly bound the woman’s wrists behind her. He then lifted his weight off from her back, which allowed her to sit up. He was careful to hold on tightly onto her ankles, until he made sure her lower extremities were bound as well.

“Alright,” Aoshi said as he straightened his back and sat on his heels. “Perhaps you will tell me now?”

Mochi Hana realized Aoshi ice blue eyes below the black mask that fit snugly against the shinobi’s cheeks. She immediately desired to see more of him, which surprised her, since her man had barely found his way to the other life. A tinge of guilt flushed through her body and heated her cheeks until she felt the warmth against her own ninja’s head garb.

Aoshi reached out and pulled Mochi Hana’s head covering from her, exposing the almost flawless, femininity he had ever laid eyes upon. Aoshi was immediately drawn to the woman’s beauty, her tiny bone structure, and the exquisite shape of her face, all reminded him of old antique paintings he had seen imported from far away.

“You…” Aoshi finally said as he stared into her eyes. He removed his head covering and shook the loose hair away from his face. “You are Serizawa’s woman.”

“I was,” Mochi Hana said correcting Aoshi. “I was his woman.”

“Mochi Hana you are called?” Aoshi asked as he lifted one of his knees to his chest and planted his foot firmly on the ground to steady himself. He rested his arm across his knee and raked the front of his hair back over the top of his head. “Are you on watch here?”

“No, I just arrived to see if Horie-sama had gotten back. He was due in last night, but as morning arrived he hadn’t shown up then either. He has gone missing and I am seeking to find out why,” replied Mochi Hana.

“Is Horie not your brother?” Aoshi asked still looking into the pretty woman’s eyes, still admiring her beauty.

She nodded, “Yes, I am Horie Hisomu’s sister, but only by blood. My brother has changed. I barely recognized him, for he has become a blood thirsty killer.” Mochi Hana took her eyes away from Aoshi’s stare in embarrassment.

Aoshi leaned forward and set his hand on Mochi Hana’s shoulder. “We choose our roads in this life. You are not to blame for your brother’s choices, the shame is on him, not on you.” Aoshi released Mochi Hana’s binding.

“Those are kind words,” Mochi Hana said as she rubbed her wrists to get her blood flowing through her fingers. “I am here to see if Horie had returned. We have decided to hide the women, for we think Horie had gone mad and seek to harm them.”

Aoshi nodded and said, “Ahhh, Cho has the two sisters.”

Mochi Hana looked at Aoshi through the sides of her eyes in wonder, and then she asked, “How do you know so much? Who are you working with? Are your people after my brother’s empire?”

“No, it is nothing like that, I assure you. Who I am working for, what I represent is not a part of the underground, nor does it involve overseas trade connections.” Aoshi, determined to find Cho and the others took Mochi Hana’s hand into his own, and then he asked, “Please, I need to know where the man and the two sisters are, will you help me?”

Mochi Hana sensed Aoshi’s sincerity. The man was different and seemed far from being anything like the people she had met through Horie’s connections. “Hand me my hood and follow me, I will take you to them,” said Mochi Hana.

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Saitou threw his spent cigarette below his foot and grounded the smoldering leftover into the ground. A man trotted toward him from the thickets just beyond the road that led to the Kamiya Dojo’s entry. Saitou had just completed his walk around the entire outer rim of the compound, checking and double-checking the placement of the first group of men.

“Mr. Fujita-sir,” the uniformed officer said loudly announcing his approach.

“Come, come,” Saitou flagged the man forward. “Fine job placing the men. You have been proving yourself fit for a promotion with many recommendations from other officers Kozo-kun.”

“My humblest appreciation for your mention, Fujita-sir.” The man bowed. “All men shall remain at their posts until further orders.”

“Be aware that I have men who shall be returning from mission. Do with them according to protocol.” Saitou crossed his arms before him and dispersed his weight on his left leg. “I don’t have to tell you that Horie can be tactfully cunning, especially when it involves penetrating defenses. Keep your men alert.”

“Order observed, sir,” said the uniformed officer.

Saitou watched the man walk off into the patchy mixture of bamboo and thickets until the man disappeared. He gave one last look about him and turned to walk back to the dojo. He had to smile as he noticed Sano’s head continuously bob in and out of the gate, obviously impatient for Saitou to return to the safety of the compound. Even in the midst of all the turmoil, Sano had a way of getting to the wolf.

“You don’t know how much I want to get my hands on you,” Sano said as he bounced his brows with a look that broadcasted lust in his eyes.

“Is that so?” Saitou smirked as he felt his own manhood stir beneath the heavy fabric of his uniform.

“Yeah…” Sano said as he nodded his head. “Why not take a break for a quick one?”

Saitou’s immediate reaction to Sano’s suggestion sent a charge straight up his shaft, from his balls to the tip of his cock. He let out a slight lustful groan knowing just how much Sano’s oral-delights seem to have a way of steadying his nerves. As a matter of fact, Saitou’s lustful desire had him headed straight for Sano’s dormitory room to ease the ache that made itself apparent at the very mention of a speedy, oral troth.

Sano waited patiently for Saitou’s reply. He slid his hands into the folds of his gi and casually looked around. He had a feeling that the good guys were observing them, but it didn’t matter in the least, to Sano. The thought of the many pairs of eyes scanning he and his lover only sped his lust into high gear as it fanned the flame of his oral, sexual hunger.

“Sanosuke,” beckoned Saitou.

Sano perked up instantly. “You got my attention,” his tone thick with lustful anticipation.

“Shall we?”

“Hell yeah!” Sano exclaimed with excitement as he followed quickly behind Saitou’s steps, his rigid cock between his legs made it difficult for him to walk smoothly, for the lack of a fundoshi had its drawbacks.

Saitou entered the dorm room first, not bothering to kick off his shoes upon entry. “Quickly, Saitou instructed Sano, “to your knees.” He bathed his vision of his lover’s form going down on commanded knees. The simple ritual quickened Saitou’s yearning to stuff himself into Sano’s oral moisture. Indeed, Sano had always been an excellent oral lover and a welcomed treat for Saitou, especially when they found themselves in such tensed situations as they were in then. Saitou undid the front of his deep-blue uniform and released his manly flesh. His cock sprung forth with force, a declaration that he was more than ready to give his lover a good oral fucking.

Sano was in position upon his knees as quick as the fastest samurai’s blade draw. “Do my mouth good Saitou. I’m hungry!” Sano licked his lips until his pouters were thickened with moisture. He allowed some of his saliva dribble at the corners of his mouth, knowing that Saitou could never resist a well-lubricated portal, whether it was oral, or otherwise. He parted his lips making a wet, puckered, kissing sound as he teased Saitou’s visual stare.

“Ahhh,” Saitou audibly sighed as he placed the tip of his cock against Sano’s lips. “Pull your lips together tightly,” the wolf verbally instructed. “Tighten your mouth for me Sanosuke, I want to feel resistance as I enter you.”

Sano did as Saitou requested, and at the same time Sano dropped his gi-trouser exposing his extremely ready flesh for action. He took a loose grip around its shaft and began to stroke, very slowly, knowing very well that he will have to pace himself as he delivered pleasure to Saitou.

The sight of Sano’s own fingers manipulating the handsome cock he so enjoyed, urged Saitou to press his swollen organ against the tight lips that sensually resisted entering his lover’s mouth quickly. Like breaking through a virgin’s fleshly, locked entrance, Saitou took Sano by the back of the head and pulled his lovers resistance against his fired-up cock. Slowly, smoothly, his cock proved itself victorious in its acquisition. The tip of Saitou’s cock separated the resistance that held the rest of his shaft from experiencing the hot moisture of Sano’s oral orifice. Once parted, Saitou slid his member in.

Sano groaned as he felt Saitou enter his mouth, parting his lips and wedged its way deep into him until it could go no further.

“Mmmm,” hummed Saitou, and then he sipped the air between his teeth as he pulled partially out from Sano’s mouth, only to push back in again, slowly. “Aaah Sanosuke…” Saitou picked up his entrance and exit rhythm as the sexual sensations became more intense. He needed to fuck Sano’s mouth. Such desires tend to travel quickly, past wanting and needing, and then taking and giving.   At that moment, Saitou wanted nothing else, but to deliver his seed into Sano’s willing mouth.

While Saitou worked his male organ in between his mate’s drooling lips, Sano busied himself with manipulating the foreskin over his excited cock’s head. The tender tight flesh glided over the rim of Sano’s cock, all due to the natural moisture that announced his sexual state. The young man was in heaven on earth, and he wanted to shout his feelings to the world. How can anything feel as good as this? Sano thought.

By that time Saitou was enjoying his own piece of heaven due to Sano’s manipulating tongue each time the wolf pushed into the moist, hot depths. Saitou trembled; his body quaked in response to Sano’s expert mouth action. The young man’s lips, the suction and the amount of pressure Sano applied at various intervals only beckoned Saitou’s seed to close eruption. Before Saitou could do anything else, he found his climax right before him. As his testicles contracted to pump up the first spray of his salty fluid, he fucked Sano’s mouth with quickened movements until the very peek of his arrival.

The heated liquid splashed against Sano’s throat in waves, which stroked the back of Sano’s tongue. As Sano began swallowing Saitou’s offering, he jerked his own gift before Saitou in his frenzied orgasm.   His hand worked up and down his shaft, pumping, until the very last drop was delivered.

“Oh shit…” Sano muttered barely audible.

“Sanosuke?” Saitou questioned as he tucked his weary member into his fundoshi, straightened the waist of his trousers and secured the front of his uniform.

Sano didn’t have to say another word. Saitou read the expression on his mate’s face and realized that it was a waste of energy to have secured his trousers prematurely.

“God damn it, Ahou!” Saitou shouted as he began unbuckling the belt that held his trousers.

“I’m sorry Saitou… This time I didn’t mean to do it,” Sano said as he tried wiping his already planted come-seed that decorated the lower covering of Saitou’s trousers.

“Leave it be, damn it,” said Saitou reeking with irritation. “I’ll make sure you’ll not do this again. Now get me my other trouser!”

Sano scurried to the other side of the room and plucked a fresh trouser for Saitou to wear from the clothes rack. He tried to hide the smile he had on his face from Saitou. It was obvious that Sano wasn’t as sorry about decorating Saitou’s attire as he said he was.

Saitou turned to look out the window, blocking any possible view from Sano of the smile that he wore as well.
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