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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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“Cho-chan how could you do a thing like that?” Mitsu questioned sadly after Cho confessed.

“Hell purty lady, if I had any hope for you and me at the time, I wouldn’t have done it. But as it was, I couldn’t bear listening to another love session between you and Horie,” Cho painfully confessed to Mitsu about the night he and Ichie shared a session of passionate lovemaking.

“Ai‑ya! You heard us?” Mitsu appeared to be shocked over the fact that her sexual obligations to Horie had been overheard by Cho.

Cho nodded his head and added, “Yes, more than one time. I hate to admit that on both occasions I used women to lessen the pain I felt over it.”

“Are you telling me that you slept with others, as well as my sister, because of my obligations to Hisomu-sama?” Mitsu asked. Her chin quivered as though she was going to break out in tears at any moment. Oh Cho-chan…” Her eyes were misty, and regret was written all over her face.

Cho lowered his head in utter embarrassment over the exposure of his weakness. He nodded regretfully and replied meekly, “It was just…” Cho paused and completely surrounded Mitsu’s hand in his hands. With sincerity he gazed into her inquiring eyes and tried to explain. “It was just so damn hard to accept the fact that it wasn’t my arms, and it wasn’t my strong body that brought you such pleasures. It damn near killed me to visualize that Horie was…”

Mitsu placed her finger upon Cho’s lips and hushed the rest of his comment.   His confession was enough to have her realize that Cho should not feel guilty for what had taken place back then. If anything, it was Mitsu who felt ill at ease for being so weak allowing Horie to continue to use her for his beckoned pleasures, for as long as he did. Mitsu feared to refuse anything that Horie demanded from her. She had no doubt that Horie would have snuffed her life out in an instant as well as her family’s lives if she refused him. Though she understood that she was powerless to stop the abuse, she couldn’t lessen the guilt she felt due to her passiveness.

“Shhhhh Cho-chan,” whispered Mitsu. “Please, you owe me no explanation.” Mitsu leaned into Cho and kissed him softly on the lips. “We are together now. That is all that matters to me. We must pull through this somehow and get past Hisomu. Let us redeem the time we lost.”

Cho was touched beyond measure. The burden he carried over what he had heard between Horie and Mitsu didn’t seem to matter any longer. The guilt he experienced over being so weak, giving in to his fleshly habitual manner of escaping the pain by using women didn’t seem to matter either. He took Mitsu up into his arms and held her close to him. His heartbeat was steady and sure. Yes, Cho believed right then, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that he was going to beat Horie, and redeem her honor for having been degraded by the scum for so long. Cho was determined to see Horie’s end.

“Hey BroomHead, you in there?” Sano’s voice sounded through the door ruining the perfect set up for Cho to make his intended romantic move on Mitsu. He cringed at the sound of Sano’s tone resonating irritably through the door, and then his ears.

Cho walked over to the sliding door and pushed it aside. “Well, hell… Long time no see RoosterHead,” Cho greeted Sano in his usual nonchalant manner, even though he was quite irritated over the interruption.

Sano rolled his eyes, stepped past Cho, and set down a few bags he had brought with him from the carriage at Kenshin’s request. Sano turned to Mitsu, smiled and said, “Don’t worry Miss Akatsuki, you’ll be safe here.”

“Please… call me Mitsu,” she said returning Sano’s smile.

Sano furrowed his brows, as though he was trying to remember something, and then it dawned on him. “Oh yeah. I know why you look so familiar. I remember seeing you at the misoshiru with Saitou looking so cozy-like.”

Cho instantly looked at Mitsu questioningly.

Sano shrugged his shoulders not knowing what to make of Cho and Mitsu’s nonverbal communication. “Well, I’ll leave you two to…” Sano paused to search for the word he needed, but found none. “Well, I’ll just leave.”

“Uh huh; why don’t you do that, RoosterHead,” Cho agreed as he stood by the door with his hand resting on its frame. “I’ll settle Mitsu here and make certain this purty lady gets the protection she deserves.”

“Okay,” said Sano with a shrug of his shoulders, “I’ll catch you later, BroomHead, and you too, Miss Mitsu.” He then glanced at Cho before stepping out of the room and added; “I don’t know where Aoshi went, so I guess I’ll go water the horses since everyone around me seems to be occupied with one thing or another.”

Sano left Cho and Mitsu to themselves feeling a bit left out of the loop. It did seem to him that everyone was involved in love and lust, but Sano was secretly concerned about his relationship with Saitou. Of course sex seemed to be going very well between he and Saitou, which was indeed important to him, but even Sano knew that a relationship couldn’t survive on sex alone. Sano was still very much preoccupied with the fact that Saitou had a decision to make about his children and his ex-wife. Every time he thought about it, his stomach raced loops around inside, and it left a bitter taste in his mouth. Nevertheless, Sano went about his tasks.

Sano filled and carried the buckets of water over to Aoshi hired team of horses when the dojo’s front gate swung open, and in walked the topic of Sano’s thoughts. As usual, Sano trotted over to the wolf, excited to see his mate. “Hey Saitou,” Sano shouted with enthusiasm, “where have you been?”

“Taking care of business, as usual,” Saitou’s retort halted Sano in his tracks, for the sound of Saitou’s voice had Sano realize that Saitou wasn’t in a mood for merriment.

“Shit, what bit your ass and died?” Sano asked sarcastically.

Saitou smirked, and then he nodded at the front gate, “Get that will you?”

Sano scowled, “Fuck you, get the damn thing yourself,” he said and left Saitou standing there as he walked off in the opposite direction.

Saitou shrugged his shoulders and spat at the dirt. After latching the gate, he headed to the bathhouse to tend to washing up after the bloody investigation. Saitou was in no mood to get into another squabble with Sano.

On top of Horie’s case, Saitou also had the situation with Tokio and his boys running through his mind. The wolf definitely knew that he wasn’t about to go back to how things were, and he didn’t think Tokio would be able to put up with his work habits either. The endless hours, and the constant excuses he had made to Tokio in the past, surely none of that would work for the benefit of a better family relationship.

As Saitou entered the bathhouse, Kenshin was exiting with a big water container in one hand and an equally large bath tray in the other. “Ahhh—Saitou,” Kenshin said as he passed the noticeably tired police inspector.

“Himura,” Saitou acknowledge with a nod, not breaking his stride.

Noticing Saitou’s focus, Kenshin quickly added, “Cho-san is settling in the main house with Miss Akatsuki.”

“I see,” said Saitou shutting the door behind him as he entered the bath area.

Kenshin shrugged noticing that Sano wasn’t following Saitou into the bathhouse, as it seemed it was one of the couple’s favorite past time. Kenshin walked down the narrow path behind the dorm rooms and made his way to the front of the building. He quietly tapped the door to his room with his foot, for his hands were toting the bins. The door slid open and he stepped through the threshold.

“Here’s the water and bin. I’ll fill the bin and prepare the solution,” Kenshin said as he set everything down on the chabudai.

Aoshi latched the door and disrobed as he walked over to the futon. While Kenshin was getting the water Aoshi laid out some towels in preparation for what was to come. He sat and watched Kenshin fill the container with water and added the herbal concoction to the warmed liquid. “Mmmm, that smells very nice,” said Aoshi as he exhaled after taking a sizable draft into his lungs. Aoshi rubbed the palm of his hands together. “This will be exquisite, I am sure of it.”

Kenshin dipped a sponge-like wad of material into the water and rung out the excess. “The practitioner told me that this potion is the best, so I hope you are ready for it.” Kenshin seemed very excited; there was no mistaking his wide grin preaching anticipation.

Aoshi made himself comfortable upon the cool futon and waited patiently for Kenshin to tend to him. He appreciated the attention after all, and he especially enjoyed receiving from his lover.

“I should apply this to your back first, while the water is warm,” Kenshin suggested.

“You will apply it to my penis first,” Aoshi eagerly instructed, “while it is still warm.” Aoshi glared into Kenshin’s violet-colored eyes. “Go on, do my penis first.” Aoshi slipped his two hands behind his head as a substitute pillow. “Undo my fundoshi, quickly.”

Kenshin’s smile stretched on either sides of his face. “If that is what you prefer,” said Kenshin exaggerating an obedient bow. Teasingly he undid the tie around Aoshi’s waist, and then he slipped the thin fabric of the fundoshi across the shinobi’s thickened flesh. Kenshin gasped, and then he announced in jest, “You are swollen here!” Kenshin pointed to Aoshi’s obvious arousal and chuckled mischievously.

Aoshi flexed his manly flesh with pride. “Go on, apply the solution to it. I am waiting.”

Kenshin took the sponge-like applicator and slid it across the bottom of Aoshi’s organ. Aoshi responded with a deep moan and a stirring of his hips.

“Mmmm, more… Wet it again. That feels very nice,” Aoshi hummed.

Kenshin dipped the applicator into the solution and repeated the procedure, but this time Kenshin wrapped the spongy cloth around the entire length of Aoshi’s cock and gave it a squeeze.

“Ahhh,” Aoshi exhaled. “It is causing my flesh to tingle.”

Kenshin held the cloth in place as Aoshi began pumping his stiffened shaft into it. Kenshin watched Aoshi ascend toward a higher passionate state quickly.

“The feeling is very unusual,” Aoshi said as he began losing his senses to a frenetic state. “Ahhhaaa,” Kenshin… this feeling, what you are doing to me with this. It is maddening!”

Before Kenshin could reply, Aoshi rolled over onto his knees and pulled Kenshin to himself in one fluent sweep. Aoshi was frantic in his lovemaking; he grasped the hair behind Kenshin’s head and practically yanked Kenshin off the ground in a neck-breaking attempt to toss Kenshin to the ground.

“Oro? Aoshi! What has come over you?”

“I will have you this second!” Aoshi said desperation rang through his voice.

“Aoshi, please…”

“I said I want you this second!” Aoshi swirled Kenshin around and forced him to lay flat upon the futon, face down.   The shinobi didn’t bother to undress Kenshin, but rather lifted the backside of Kenshin’s hakama and tossed the oversized fabric over the swordsman’s back. “Lift your ass,” Aoshi ordered.

“Oro?” Kenshin felt awkward as he laid there, prone, his buttocks already exposed by Aoshi’s fevered attempt to have him.

“My cock is burning! I want it in you— NOW!”

Kenshin tried to pull his knees under him to accommodate Aoshi’s wishes, but his hakama had wedged itself against his knees when Aoshi hurled it over Kenshin’s shoulders.

Aoshi, not able to wait any longer wedged his knees between Kenshin’s legs, forcing them apart. “Come on, spread these!”

SMACK!

“Aaah! Itai!” Kenshin hollered as Aoshi’s open hand struck Kenshin’s fleshly rear.

“Spread these, I said!

“Give me a moment, I seem to be caught.”

Aoshi took Kenshin’s Hakama and tore it from the right hip. The fabric gave way from the stitching that ran around the waist. “Grrrrr!” Aoshi growled and tore at the fabric again, exposing Kenshin’s rear totally. “Lift your ass!” Aoshi then took Kenshin by the back binding of the fundoshi and pulled upward, lifting Kenshin’s bottom to the shinobi’s full view. Aoshi had Kenshin in the position that he desired to take the swordsman. Without another word, Aoshi took the soaking sponge-like wad and dipped it back into the solution, squeezed off the excess and with the his other hand he pushed Kenshin’s fundoshi aside to reveal the tight portal that beckoned his desire from the very start.

The water in which the solution was added was no longer warm. Kenshin shivered when the cool, wet application came in contact with his hot portal. The solution slid down between his cheeks and dripped off his balls causing Kenshin to notice the odd sensation the concoction had on his skin.

“Kenshin, you look too good to resist. Your ass, your hole, everything about you is so perfectly set up for my burning cock. Kenshin, it is really burning, I must have you!”

By then, the solution began to do its work on Kenshin’s ass. His skin tingled with an odd, heated sensation that had the rim of his ass roasting. The sensation was so intense; Kenshin could not keep himself from reaching behind to feel his own portal.

“Aoshi, my rear is aflame!” Kenshin said in a panic. “It is burning!”

“It looks fine from my view. Not to worry, I’m sure the solution is supposed to have us feel this way. Move your hand; I need to get myself in you. I am burning as well.” Aoshi had to pull Kenshin’s fingers away from the swordsman’s tight portal in order to align his cock for entry. “Still yourself Kenshin,” Aoshi scolded.

Kenshin placed his hand back onto the floor and readied himself for Aoshi’s entry. “Ahggh!” Kenshin groaned as Aoshi’s penis head pushed against his anal entry.

“I’m sorry, but I have to do this,” Aoshi apologized, and then without any more delay, Aoshi pushed straight into his lover’s ass.

“Ahggh!” Kenshin let out a howl announcing his surrender to Aoshi’s forceful plunge. “Haaah…” Kenshin gasped loudly as the pain shot through his backside as though he was being torn and burned at the same time. The pain gripped his groin and weakened his body. Kenshin dropped to his elbows, no longer able to support the weight of his torso. He shuddered. “Aoshi…” Kenshin’s lips parted, barely able to whisper Aoshi’s name as he felt what it was like to be fucked without mercy. "Haaa, Haaah. Haaah", Kenshin panted with each thrust of Aoshi’s demanding cock into his backside.

Aoshi didn’t hear Kenshin’s distress below him. He was oblivious to the fact that he was riding Kenshin so powerfully hard that the swordsman was barely able to hold steady for his mate’s thrusts, for Aoshi’s demands on Kenshin’s were drenched with sadistic expectations. Aoshi withdrew from Kenshin’s rear and flipped his mate over to be face to face with him. “We should have taken this OFF!” Aoshi grasped the front of Kenshin’s hakama and tore it the rest of the way around the swordsman’s small waist.

“My back end is on fire Aoshi!” Kenshin said urgently as he tried to help Aoshi remove the hakama that seemed to have gotten in the way from the very start.

“If I can just get this out of the way, I would take care of that. Damn this thing!” Aoshi fumbled and tangled hakama with the front tie of Kenshin’s fundoshi. The entire garb was a mangled mess, including Kenshin’s kimono beneath the hakama.

Kenshin felt as though his ass was a forest fire unleashed. He tried to help Aoshi untangle the mess, for he desperately wanted free from the burning sensation, but found it impossible to do. He snagged the hakama’s tie with his fingers and pulled as hard as he could, tearing the fabric even more. He did the same with his fundoshi, but by then, Aoshi had Kenshin’s legs spread wide, straddled on either side shinobi’s shoulders. Before Kenshin could remove the fundoshi totally, he felt Aoshi enter him with one full-on forward thrust of his mate’s hips. All Kenshin was able to do right then was hold the sides of his thighs to brace himself for more sexual frenzy.

“Aaaggggh! Haaah,” Aoshi practically screamed as he felt his testicles cramp between his legs from the intense, burning craze of his need for release. He felt as though he was about to explode, but the intense sensation just lingered there and kept Aoshi right at the very edge of spilling his seed. It was agonizing for him and he felt as though the heat in his cock was overtaking his entire body. “Aaaggggh!” Aoshi screamed this time. There was no doubt that the whole compound was aware of Kenshin and Aoshi’s sexual romp by then.

“My—my…” Kenshin stuttered as he tried to get the words out. He reached for his cock and pumped it quickly, wildly as he watched Aoshi slam the hot organ into his backside. The sight was incredibly sexual, reeking with primal lust of two unbraided men at the peak of their concupiscent mating ritual. “My assssss… Oro, my assss,” Kenshin sharply cried, and then he impaled himself upon Aoshi’s trigger, his entire body convulsed in an orgasmic eruption sending his thick, white stream of molten essence straight into the air from his hammered cock. Such a fountain it was, for Kenshin arrived with such force as Aoshi continued to pound at his prostate that his ejaculation not only succeeded to hit Aoshi’s face, but it showered the both of them in a spray of semen.

The urgency of Kenshin’s cries, the sight of his lover’s seed spurting directly at his face was the very thing that Aoshi needed to coax him to the climatic release he sought. His cry topped Kenshin’s as he arrived, and then silence followed as he pumped his storage into the tiny portal that gripped his shaft so tightly. “Ahhhh yessssss…”

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“Nakuyo!” Horie hollered angrily as he stomped down the corridor toward the cowering servant. “What have I caught you doing here? Are you doing what I suspect you are doing?”

The young man, barely nineteen years in age trembled at the sight of Horie. He immediately hit his knees and bowed, his forehead against the cold ground. “Sir, I meant no harm,” Nakuyo’s voice muffled into the ground as he spoke.

“Were you trying to get a peek into Ichie’s room, hmmm?” Horie accusingly inquired.

“No! I swear sir, I was not.”

Horie sneered and barked, “You lie boy!” He took Nakuyo by the wrist and practically lifted the young man off the ground as he yanked the lad to his feet. Horie looked down and realized the bulge beneath Nakuyo’s kimono. “If you weren’t here doing what I suspect you were doing, explain this,” Horie said pointing at Nakuyo’s obvious arousal.

“What is all the commotion about?” Ichie asked as she poked her head past the shoji that blocked the entrance to her room, her hair dripped water from it’s ends from washing.

“This is the commotion!” Horie exclaimed as he held Nakuyo in front of him as though the boy was a doll, dangling by the wrist.

“Nakuyo-san?” Ichie questioned with a puzzled expression.

“I caught him trying to steal an eyeful at your doorway,” Horie explained quite angrily. He set Nakuyo on his feet before him. “I can assure you this will not happen again, is that not right Nakuyo?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”

Horie cut Nakuyo off in mid-sentence and said, “Yes I will make sure that you are sorry.”

“Oh it is all right,” Ichie said as she tried to save the young man some grief, for she knew very well how cruel Horie was at times. “I’m sure he was just curious.”

“Curious, or not, Nakuyo was not trained to behave in this manner. Such behavior has its consequences.” He turned to the young man who was outwardly trembling and ordered, “Go to my chambers, I will deal with you there.”

“Yes sir,” said Nakuyo, and then he bowed before he left.

“Horie-sama. Go easy on the boy, I’m sure…”

“Silence woman!” Horie barked. “Perhaps you need to learn your place here as well? Do not forget where you are, and to who it is you are speaking to. I expect no less respect from you, as you would give the emperor. Is that understood?”

Startled, Ichie bowed. “Forgive me.”

“Please remain in your chamber until you are called for the meal,” Horie instructed and left her standing there rather puzzled.

Horie walked quickly down the corridor. After taking a few turns through the maze of tunnels he approached his chambers. “Open,” Horie demanded with sternness in his voice. The door quickly slid aside and Horie stepped in. “Lock the door. I do not want to be disturbed.”

“Yes Horie-sama,” Nakuyo humbly replied with a nod, and then scurried to secure the door. His hands trembled, shaking noticeably as he fiddled with the latch.

Horie removed his heavy outer Kimono revealing the lighter silken yukata beneath. “Hurry up, we have matters to settle.”    The fabric of Horie’s undergarment was so light that one could see right through it. The outline of Horie’s body was clearly visible and shown no evidence of clothing worn beneath. He tossed the heavy kimono upon the huge English settee and sat on the edge of the seat. “Quickly, I said, Nakuyo!”

“Ye—s sir,” Nakuyo stuttered and rushed over to position himself on his knees as he faced Horie.

Pleased by the young man’s obedience, Horie smiled and leaned back into the settee. The seat’s great backrest coddled his upper body, while the huge lower cushions had his weight push his buttocks deep into its softness. He was obviously aroused, for the outline of his erection shown plainly through the yukata’s thin fabric.

“So… The young lady was of interest to you Nakuyo?” Horie asked as he allowed his eyes to drape across the front of the boy’s chest, between the folds of the kimono.

“I’ve never seen a beautiful lady up close,” Nakuyo confessed.

“You’ve never seen a beautiful woman, or is it that you have never seen a female up close and naked?” Horie interrogated.

Nakuyo blushed, embarrassed over the fact that he had been kept at a monks retreat for most of his life until Horie took possession of him paying the monks the price of several bags of rice. He lowered his eyes, “Both, I suppose. I’ve never really looked at a lady.”

“Did it excite you to look in on Ichie?”

“Yes,” Nakuyo confessed. “I didn’t see anything… but, I guess, just the thought was exciting.”

“Exciting, or not, you do know better than to spy on a guest here, or anyone else, for that matter, do you not?”

“Yes sir,” Nakuyo slowly nodded, his eyes still locked onto the ground.

“Such behavior will not go unpunished, and what’s coming to you cannot be avoided, do you understand?

Nakuyo pouted and nodded expecting the worst. “I understand Horie-sama”.

“Stand up, here before me,” Horie pointed at his feet, “and remove your kimono,” he demanded.

Nakuyo did as Horie requested without question. He was a little embarrassed at first, but it wasn’t the first time Horie asked him to strip down to his fundoshi. Of course, this excited Nakuyo, for the only sensual experiences he had was when he was alone in his own chamber in fantasy and self-gratification. Nakuyo didn’t bother trying to hide his excitement either, for Horie had seen him several times before with an erection, but never commented on the fact, until now.

“Did you see anything when you spied into Ichie’s room?”

Nakuyo shook his head, “No Horie-sama, I saw nothing. I am speaking the truth.”

“Hmmm,” Horie hummed and rubbed his chin with his fingers. “What would you have done if you had seen the lady bathing?” Horie asked, all the while studying Nakuyo’s expressions.

Nakuyo’s cheeks flushed crimson. “I don’t know,” he replied. “I guess I would have stared at her.”

“As I am staring at you, perhaps?” Horie said, still studying the boy.

Nakuyo shrugged his shoulders. “I hope not,” he answered.

“Oh? And why is that?

“Beee… Because it wouldn’t be right,” said Nakuyo as he ran his toes upon the thick British-import rug.

“So what you are telling me is that you were having impure thoughts about the lady? Thoughts that I should not have about you?”

“Yes Horie-sama,” Nakuyo nodded slowly, regretfully. “I’m sorry. It will not happen again, I promise.”

“Tell me Nakuyo,” Horie said as he leaned back further into the plush settee and relaxed his legs so that his knees fell in opposite directions. "What specifically would those impure thoughts be if your eyes had fallen upon her naked bosoms?” Horie asked as he continued his sensual interrogation, enjoying every second of it.

“Well…” Nakuyo hesitated to feel out Horie’s mood.

“Go on, go on,” Horie coaxed.

Nakuyo took a deep breath and confessed, “I would definitely think about touching her.”

“Ahhh, now we are getting somewhere,” said Horie with a wide grin across his face. “Come then,” he patted the soft seat next to him. “Come sit here and let us discuss this further, shall we?”

Nakuyo knew it could have been worse, and in fact, he was expecting the worst when Horie caught him trying to get a glimpse of the young lady. Instead, it was obvious to Nakuyo that Horie was willing to drop whatever plans Horie had for severe punishment, if he would agree to play along with Horie’s wishes. The young man knew very well he was getting off a lot easier than normal, and he was willing to oblige. He obediently sat next to Horie.

“Would you wish to touch me that way?” Horie’s tone of voice changed and was demanding no longer. Instead, the underground lord’s voice carried a gentle note, which Nakuyo had never heard before from Horie.

Surprised that Horie should ask such a thing; instinctively he shook his head in protest. “N-n, No Horie-sama, I wish not to lay my hands on you.”

Horie laughed almost comically with tears actually welling in his eyes. Nakuyo looked on in amazement, for he had never seen Horie in such a state before, and he had absolutely no clue as to what he said that Horie found so amusing.

Horie said after he calmed his laughter, “Then, my dear page, I have just found the right punishment for your inappropriate behavior.”
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