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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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“Come on Saitou, say something. Call me ahou, I don’t care, just talk to me,” Sano pleaded. “What the hell did I do now?”

Saitou simply stood there, staring out at nothing in particular. He brought the burning tobacco torch to his lips and took in a lungful of smoke. He was aware of Sano’s voice in the background, but he barely paid any attention to his mate’s whining, for Saitou had a lot on his mind.

“Saitou…”

“Enough,” Saitou snapped. “Make yourself useful and get sake from the main house.”

“If I do, will you tell me what’s bothering you?”

Saitou frowned and spat a loose piece of tobacco from between his lips. He preferred to roll his own smokes, since he got the right amount of tug upon the paper. By doing so, it enabled him to determine how long the smoke would last. Rolling the tobacco loosely meant a quicker, shorter smoke. A tighter roll was perfect for his long evening smoke, or better yet, his sake smoke.

“Although there is nothing I am able to bring to mind that is bothersome, I will make something up to keep you from nagging me all evening,” Saitou replied. “Now go, I will not be able to find any sleep tonight if I am without sake.”

“I may not read people as well as you do, but I sure as hell know that something is on your mind. How are we supposed to be a couple if we don’t share everything, huh?” Sano asked as he lingered at Saitou’s side.

“Sake first Ahou.”

“Yeah, yeah… But just remember, you’ll talk to me when I get back.”

Saitou spat out another small piece of tobacco and tossed the tiny leftover to the ground. He stood in place until Sano turned the corner of the building. He took a deep breath of the evening air into his lungs; at the same time he struggled to push the images of bloody masses of flesh that had lodged itself in his mind of the investigation that day. He felt anxious, for he knew that through the months Sano had been growing closer to him, and the young man was becoming sharper in picking up on his, less than desirable moods.

“How did this happen?” Saitou whispered in the stillness that surrounded him on the platform to the dorm room’s entrance. “Sanosuke… How did you find your way into me? Damn it.”

Sano reached the main house and leapt onto the landing at front door to the kitchen. He heard Kenshin and Aoshi talking. He stood idle for a few moments, just in case the couple was tending to other activities besides talk. Confident that Kenshin and Aoshi were having a light conversation, Sano announced himself before entering.

“Sano! Ocha?” Kenshin called out from the kitchen fire across the room.

“Nah, but I will take some sake,” Sano shouted over his shoulder while he dug into the storage bin. “Saitou’s in the mood for some, and if that is the only way I can get him to talk to me, I need to get it over to him quick,” replied Sano.

“Perhaps the man simply needs room,” Aoshi suggested as he poured the hot water into the tea container. “Saitou seems to have a lot on his mind lately.”

“Ahhh, I’ll take this one,” Sano said, as he stood erect and turned toward the couple. Lifting the large bottle up before him he added, “This will do the trick. Saitou needs this, not space. I know him and he is in one of his moods. The wolf needs me.”

“Yeah, the sake will help the man put up with the RoosterHead,” Cho commented with a chuckle as he casually slid onto the scene from the adjoining room.

“Fuck you BroomHead. You are the last person I wanted to run into,” snapped Sano.

“Well, it looks to me that you’re out of luck. If you haven’t noticed, we’re all stuck in this compound until Horie is put away for good.” Cho then turned his attention to Kenshin and asked, “Hey buddy, you got any spare bottles of sake? I’m doin’ a, one-two move on my purty lady in there, and a little sake would oil the gears,” he winked.

“Interesting group here at the compound,” Aoshi murmured toward Kenshin.

“Sake is in the storage bin over there next to Sano,” Kenshin nodded toward the bin where Sano was standing.

“This here,” Sano said as he lifted the bottle before him, “is the last one.”

“Well hell, I’ll just get an empty bottle and fetch some from you.”

Sano frowned and tucked the bottle under his arm. “Shit no. Last man weeps.” With that said, Sano turned and walked out the door.

“He is becoming more of a shit-head than a rooster-head,” Cho said as he shrugged.

Sano had become very concerned about Saitou, about them as a couple. He didn’t want to lose his mate, yet how could he hold Saitou from his sons? He could not. He didn’t want to deny the boys their father. He shivered with anxiety. He felt as though his lungs was closing up on him, and it was getting harder to take a simple breath.

“Fuck!” Sano shouted in frustration. “Why the hell did he have to come back? Shit!” He took a deep breath before he slid the door open to his room. His heart was pounding and his palms were drenched with sweat.

“Sanosuke…”

“No! Fucking hell no! Saitou, if you go, what the fuck am I suppose to do? I’ll fucking lose it, I swear Saitou, I’ll lose it.”

“Am I supposed to know what you are talking about?” Saitou asked as he crossed his arms across his chest. “I merely was going to tell you to set your futon ready for the evening, so we will not have to bother doing so later.”

The tension that was obviously holding Sano’s shoulders tightly earlier was noticeably easing.   Sano had not been his usual, carefree self, and Saitou felt somewhat responsible for that.

“Come here,” Saitou walked up to Sano. “Give me this.”

“Huh? Oh this,” Sano said as he handed the bottle of sake to Saitou.

Taking the bottle by the neck Saitou walked over to his futon and sat. “Your futon Sanosuke.”

“Oh shit, yeah. My fucken mind, I think I’m losing it.”

“That is not so unusual,” Saitou said with a smirk as he set the bottle down next to the sake receptacles he set out while Sano was getting the sake.

“It’s all your fault you know that?”

“My fault? How did you come to that conclusion?” Saitou asked. He picked up his cup and held it out to Sano.

“Oh sorry.” Sano picked up the bottle and quickly poured the sake into Saitou’s cup, almost too fast, for a little of the rice wine splashed over the cup’s rim onto Saitou’s hand. “I guess I’m not thinking straight tonight.”

“Obviously,” Saitou said in agreement. He brought the overflowing drink to his lips and downed it all with one tilt. He savored the bright, warm flavor between this teeth and palate, and as the liquid coursed its way down his throat his craving for another cupful was undeniable. Saitou knew that he was on edge, for that was when he found it necessary to swallow the fermented, medicinal relaxant. “Another,” said he as he held his cup out to Sano again.

“Hold on you lush, I haven’t poured mine yet.”

“Give me this thing,” Saitou snapped and snatched the bottle out of Sano’s hand just before he was about to pour a serving for himself.

“What the fuck?”

Saitou hastily poured the sake into Sano’s cup first, and then he filled his own, tanked it down, filled it again, and then did the same.

“You might as well just drink the juice out of the damn bottle.”

Saitou set the bottle down and stood to his feet.

“Where you going now?” Sano asked, his heart began to beat faster, for the familiar taste of anxiety eased its way from the back of his throat.

“Outside for a smoke where there is less tension,” replied Saitou.

“I’ll go with you, I need to take a piss.”

Sano followed Saitou out. As the wolf lit up, Sano relieved himself over the rail.

“You know Saitou, I need to relieve more than just piss.”

Silence.

Sano tucked himself back into his gi and eyed his lover from head to foot. To Sano, the wolf was handsome as ever, yet he felt as though there was something between them, and it was driving Sano into a state of frustration, for he failed to figure it out.

“I’ll wait for you inside,” Sano mumbled and gave Saitou the room he obviously seemed to need.

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

Mochi Hana crouched near Horie’s storefront and waited what seemed like a lifetime. Since she had left Aoshi and Cho with Mitsu, she took only a short break to eat, but that was much earlier in the day. However, the sun had already set and her stomach had been murmuring the tune of hunger for some time. Mochi Hana refused to give in. She definitely didn’t want to miss anything if she was to leave.

Her back ached and she had to move her legs a few times, for they had fallen asleep under her as she sat in the dark alleyway behind the storefront. She closed her eyes in her attempts to push the memories of her man, Serizawa, aside. In a way, Mochi Hana didn’t feel as though she was alone in the world, but reality had a way of disproving any reason to willful thinking.

“He’s to blame for my man’s death,” said Mochi Hana in anger. She swung her head back and hit it against the building she leaned up against. Her teeth grit and shown white as the tension at the base of her jaw intensified. “Horie is NOT my brother! He is a cold, rootless predator.” Her heart burned with revenge for her man’s killer, which she believed in her heart to be, none other than her own flesh and blood. “You will die for this, brother… Die!”

Mochi Hana watched as a flatbed pulled up to the store in the alley she patiently waited at all day. It appeared to be two men retrieving more merchandize. “Curse them! Pigs!” She tried to ease her breathing before making her move. As soon as the men entered the building, Mochi Hana darted across the narrow roadway and bolted upside the building wall that separated the two buildings with barely a three feet space between them. She hoisted her tiny frame upon the roof and silently crossed its spine until the men’s voices could be heard. “Damn it,” she whispered, for she wasn’t able to hear a word they were saying, except for a low muffled tone exchanged between the two.

The men moved many boxes and small crates, and stacked them upon the wagon. Mochi Hana waited until the men staggered going in and out of the building separately. She timed their movements, and when the men were both in the shop, she quickly let herself down from the roof of the building and stood outside, near the doorway. The unlucky fellow stepped through the door struggling with a fairly big load. To avoid bringing attention to herself, she waited for the man to set the cargo on the wagon.

It was time, she moved quickly. With a forward leap she sped past the man with such speed, and in an instant, she hid herself in the shadows once again. The expression on the man’s face was one of surprise. He had no idea what happened right then, except for feeling the hot sensation upon his chest and abdomen, which drew his attention. He peered down the length of his torso only to witness the crimson flood. He gasped, and he choked. Through his mouth it was as though a dam had broken, and his mouth, blood gushed forward splattering against the wagon. He fell to his knees and clutched his neck with both hands. He tried to speak, to warn his comrade, but instead he fell forward in his own pool of shiny, liquid drain.

“Chisuke! Chisuke!” The other man called out in panic. He dropped the container he carried, which landed with a loud crash. “Chisuke-kun…” The man ran up to the body and dropped to his knees beside his bloodied comrade. “Who did this to you? Chisuke!”

“I did,” Mochi Hana said as she tapped the flat side of her tantou into the palm of her other hand. “If you don’t want to end up like your comrade here, I suggest you quietly get up on your flatbed, and we will both move on from here. “I advise you to do it quickly, and very quietly.”

“What about Chisuke? We cannot leave him here.”

“Neither can we take him along. It will slow us down,” Mochi Hana retorted bitterly.

“What have I done? What have we done to deserve death? Haven’t we been loyal and faithful servants to your brother?”

Mochi Hana held the tantou straight out at the man pointing its blade, aligning it to his throat. “Humph, my brother? Do not make me gag,” she spat literally over her shoulder as though the thought of Horie left a bitter taste in her mouth. “Move on, or die here next to your comrade.”

Having no choice, the man took one last look at his comrade, held his hands together as if in prayer and lowered his head in a reverent bow. By then, Mochi Hana covered him from behind watching the man’s every move.

“Please, I don’t want to die. I have a wife and a young child…”

“Shut up you fool. Do as I tell you and I may let you go.” Mochi Hana walked around the wagon and got into it. “You are wasting time!”

The man got in and they were off. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Sano’s heart continued to pound against his chest, and the anxiety he felt was cranked up beyond anything he had felt for a long time. He wanted to leave everything behind him, just forget about his life being in danger, forget about his past…but was it possible to forget about Saitou? Sano knew it would be futile. There was no way he could bear the pain of not having the wolf near him. The memory of being without Saitou after he returned from Kyoto was almost unbearable to think about.

The room was uncomfortably quiet, except for the sound of a lucky cricket that had found its way into the dorm room earlier. Sano tried to focus his attention upon that cricket, but kept falling back into overwhelming thoughts of losing Saitou. He glanced over at his mate and felt helpless. Sitting there before him was the love of his life, yet he wasn’t able to reach out and offer Saitou comfort from whatever it was that sat heavily upon his shoulders.

Sano watched Saitou pour drink after drink and swallowed it down as though the former Shinsengumi Captain was weighing the next strategic move in the war. Yet Sano knew that the war was not one of flesh and blood, but either the memories of fallen comrades, or the onslaught of the decisions that pressed upon the man.

“Sanosuke…” Saitou’s exhausted sigh sounded.

Without hesitation, Sano charged toward Saitou on hands and knees. He planted himself right next to the wolf, and with his usual big almond-shaped eyes, he gave his lover his complete attention. “I don’t know what you’re thinking Saitou, but I don’t like it when you’re like this.” Sano slipped his hand onto Saitou’s knee. “I don’t like this feeling. It feels like I’m losing you…you know what I mean? I’m saying that I don’t know what to do, or what to think. I’m scared shitless. I mean, what the hell am I suppose to do without you? It was fucking hell before…when I thought I lost you. Now I’m freaking out about having to go through that shit again. What the hell am I suppose…”

“Will you be quiet?” Saitou growled. “I was simply going to ask you to light the lamp, it is getting dark. Also find that god-damned insect that has found it’s way in here and do what it takes to shut him up.”

Sano’s shoulders drooped with disappointment. “You— You mean that… You called me over here to tell me that?"

“I did nothing of the sort. I said your name to get your attention, not to summon you over here."

“But I thought you wanted to talk to me. I thought you…”

“I have nothing to discuss with you Sanosuke,” said Saitou just before he brought the sake to his lips and downed another serving. He looked at Sano, his glare was hard and piercing, but when his eyes met Sano’s, it was still comforted him. There was something about Sano that brought peace to him. It was a stillness that conveyed tranquil relaxation. It was very much like being with his old lover again… a long time ago.

Saitou closed his eyes as his mind recalled images from his past remembering all the familiar emotions he had before. Yes, Saitou had known love, and he suffered from it. Destiny had him at face again with one of the most difficult confrontations there was— Love. He felt his heart soften, though he had promised himself that he would never love again. However, Saitou felt powerless to try to stop what had already begun.

“Fuck Saitou, you piss me off, you know that? You treat me like shit. Like I don’t have any feelings. When I feel stuff, you ignore me. When I say stuff, you ignore what I need, all because you are hung up on yourself.” Sano’s hands were shaking as he held his fist clenched tightly. He didn’t know what to do. He thought about storming out of the room, but that never seem to get him anywhere when he handled frustration before. He thought about using one of his clenched fist and drive it right into Saitou’s face to vent at least some of what was going on inside.

“Saitou?” “Hmn?”

Sano took a deep breath and exhaled. “Do you want to be here with me? If you don’t want to be with me anymore, you know there are a lot of rooms here…”

“Stop Sanosuke.”

Sano’s jaws dropped. His temper flared. “Fuck!" Sano shouted. “I’m sick of you telling me what to do, and I’m just as tired of you telling me what not to do.”

With that said, Sano sprung forward hitting Saitou at the chest with his shoulder. Given as much drink as Saitou had, his weariness caught the wolf off guard. Saitou was taken off balance and fell back onto the tatami. He could have stopped Sano from whatever the young man had on mind to accomplish, but in truth, Saitou was glad that Sano took him down, but he could not admit his need for Sano, though he ached for his mate’s embrace.

“Mmmmn,” Saitou moaned quite loudly.

“Ha! You like this, don’t you?” Sano deliberately rubbed Saitou’s willingness to surrender.

“Ahou,” Saitou responded gruffly and attempted to get up by pushing Sano off of him.

Sano wasn’t about to let Saitou push him around. The young man was rather agitated and he felt to be able to vent and let go of some of his frustration.

“I’m not letting you go Saitou,” said Sano, while he pinned Saitou’s hands by the wrists and held them at either side of the wolf’s head.

“Then tell me Ahou, what do you plan to do to me?”

Sano’s expression turned mischievous. “I plan on taking what I want from you.”

“Oh? Is that so?” Saitou smirked and shut his eyes. “If I should refuse?” He looked again into Sano’s eyes.

“I’ll take it anyway.”

Saitou smiled. He was already falling under Sano’s boyish charm, and the tension he was carrying around with him that day had begun to slowly release its grip. “And what specifically is it that you want to take from me?”

Sano answered his lover by placing his lips over Saitou’s mouth. He longed to taste Saitou in that way. Saitou’s mouth was always very hot, seductive, and even mysterious. Every time Sano kissed Saitou, the wolf responded differently. Sano had not often controlled Saitou the way the wolf was allowing him to do. All the more reason for Sano to take advantage of Saitou’s willingness and savor his freedom to take the lead.

“Mmmmn,” Saitou moaned once again as Sano’s tongue probed deep inside of his mouth. All tensions were absent for the time being, drained from him instantly.   Somehow Sano had a way, a very special technique of pulling Saitou into another frame of mind. It never mattered what thoughts Saitou had on his mind before Sano’s lips touched his, it all dissolved immediately. Saitou felt Sano’s pulsating hardness press against his erection, and it caused him to want nothing else, but to give Sano what was desired. He realized then that Sano had come a long way with his lovemaking skills, for Saitou easily lost himself to Sano’s expertise.

“Spread your legs,” Sano bravely ordered.

“If I refuse?”

Sano released Saitou’s wrists and lifted his torso partly from him to look into his lover’s eyes. “I feel you Saitou. I know you want this just as badly as I do.” Sano lowered his lips and tapped the corner the corners of Saitou’s mouth making quiet smacking noises. “Now spread your legs for me. I want to feel more of you.” Sano kissed the side of Saitou’s throat. “I’ve missed you. Hell…” Sano breathing was hard and hot against Saitou’s neck, “I still miss you. I want everything to be right between us. Open up and let me make things right.”

Saitou surrendered to Sano’s desire and allowed his mate between his knees. The mere touch from Sano set the wolf’s willingness in motion to vocally express his desires. He parted his lips and let out sounds of pleasure. “Haaah,” Saitou exhaled, and then lifted his lower back off the floor in anticipation.

Sano quickly removed his gi, both top and his bottom. Before he twirled each piece of clothing and released them to fly through the air to land at the other side of the room, he retrieved the slick, lubricating oil from his gi’s pocket and set it down beside them.

Saitou always found it pleasurable to gaze at Sano’s delicious form. Though Saitou was attracted to Sano the very first day they met at the Kamiya Dojo, he hadn’t admitted that fact to himself back then, and even shortly after he returned to Tokyo. In fact, he sternly denied that Sano had his interest then. He fought the thoughts as best he could. However, from time to time, the attraction was much too powerful to resist, which had him partake in occasional self-indulgences.

Sano was beside himself with lust, and he was driven wild by the appearance of Saitou’s willing body before him. The outline of Saitou’s chest, the way the wolf’s firm abdomen tightened when Sano teased the inside of Saitou’s thighs with the palms of his hands, pulled Sano still deeper into a state of frantic passion.

“Look at you Saitou! I bet you have no idea how good you look. You and your famous reputation, your strength and leadership… It is all mine to dive into. Hell, you’re offering your most vulnerable parts of yourself to me.” Sano continued to compliment Saitou as he rubbed the inside of his lover’s thighs. “You’re fucking awesome to look at.”

“Is that all you want to do…to look?”

“No Saitou, uh uhhh,” Sano chuckled sexily. “Hell no, that is not all I want. I want to fuck you until you scream. That is what I want.”

Saitou smirked and let out a huff. He looked down, past his abdomen, right where Sano’s testicle sack was attached to the bottom of the penis. He eyed his mate’s swollen shaft next. Its foreskin was stretched to its limits, which had it appear to be cutting into the spongy flesh at the tip of the cock. Saitou licked his lips, while he desired a taste.

“You like this… Do you like it enough to want it?” Sano asked as he slid his right hand down, and then over his balls and held his cock at its base.   He lowered the stiffened member until the tip of his cock pointed directly at Saitou. “This… Do you want some of this?”

“If I’m not mistaken, you did say that you were wanting to have intercourse,” Saitou’s smooth voice pulled Sano into a trance-like state of mind.

“Uh, yeah… I want to fuck you, but if you want a taste of this.” Sano reached down to his groin with both hands and scooped his testicles as well as his cock into his hands and kneaded. “Haaah, shit, if I’m not careful I’ll make myself shoot my wad right here.”

“Then do that, if it suits you better.”

“Shit no, I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you in the worst way, but if you’d like to have a lick or two, I wouldn’t mind,” said Sano his expression close to ecstasy. "I’d like you to have what you want too.”

“Hmn,” Saitou nodded. “Then come, straddle me here, over my chest and lean your penis into my mouth.”

“Gladly,” Sano said. But first, I want to taste you. He released his cock, which sprang straight up and slapped his lower abdomen. Sano bent over and parted the lower lapels of Saitou’s yukata. “Oh shit, look at this. You’re not wearing your fundoshi!” Sano broke out in laughter.

“What is it about my not wearing a fundoshi that amuses you?”

“Well… That means you were planning on us to get together tonight. You wanted to fuck around tonight. It was on your mind.”

“And that surprises you?” Saitou asked as he undid the front tie of his yukata.

“Shit yeah. I thought you didn’t want me around again. You seem to be in your own world again. You just vanish. I mean you’re here, but you seem to be miles away.”

“If you had not noticed, there is a lot going on,” Saitou said with a sigh wanting to move on to the next sensual level of their love play.

“Yeah but…”

Saitou cut Sano off impatiently. “Shut up and let’s get on with this.” He swung his yukata to the sides of him. “Take what it is you want Sanosuke.

“But I thought you wanted some of this,” Sano said with a pout and held his cock to point at Saitou again.

“I did, however it seemed that you wanted to discuss your feelings instead, and before that, you did say you wanted a taste.”

“Oh yeah, right… I did say that, didn’t I?”

“Sanosuke, either we do this, or we sit and have more sake. I am not amused.”

“I want to do this. I’m fucking in hot need to do this.”

Saitou, in his impatience gritted his front teeth and hissed. “God damn it Ahou! Get off of me!” Saitou pulled himself up to a seated position and with both of his hands he pushed Sano hard.

Sano, being in an awkward position fell backward and landed on his back. Without another word Saitou pounced on him and flipped him over.

“What the fuck?” Sano struggled to break free.

“Be still Ahou. You had your chance and you decided to talk through it.” Saitou bent Sano’s arm at the elbow and held Sano down. He made himself a seat on Sano’s lower back and held his mate’s arm securely. “Now Sanosuke, I will take you.”

“Shit Saitou, don’t do this, I was getting to the action part.”

“When? Tomorrow?”

“No Saitou, I was just about to suck your cock. Well, actually… I was going to put my cock into your mouth.”

“Enough! Damn it!” Saitou reached down for the vile, but Sano bucked under him. “Either you take this, or we call it a night.”

“My dick! You’re crushing my fucking dick under me!” Sano exclaimed loudly.

Saitou reached for Sano’s hair and held a handful of it. “Shut up, god-damn it, shut up! Do you want the entire compound to hear you? To hear us?”

“Owww, I’m not joking Saitou, my cock is breaking under me. If my dick breaks in half, then what good will I be?”

Saitou dismounted Sano’s back and picked up the vile that had fallen from his first attempt to put it to use. He quickly poured a generous amount on his masculine rod, and wedged his knees between Sano’s legs. “Still yourself,” he said as he positioned his cock for action.

“But I wanted to fuck you tonight…”

“I said…” Saitou pressed at Sano’s portal with the tip of his cock. “Shut up!” He pushed hard, his cock slid into Sano with one thrust of his hips.

Sano threw back his head against the back of his neck. “Aaaggggh,” he cried in severe agony. “Saitou, you ruined my asshole. Fuck!”

“Yes Sanosuke, that is precisely what I am going to do to you. I am going to do it rough and hard, just like this…”

Saitou took Sano’s ass cheeks in his hands and spread them wide. He peered down and marveled at his own member being clamped tightly by Sano’s portal. He then began. Saitou thrust into Sano hard, pulled out until his cock almost fell out of his mate’s ass, then shoved it back in, his balls slapped the backside of Sano’s ass cheeks.

“Ahhh shit! My ass hurts like hell Saitou. You’re drunk! I just know you are fucking drunk!” Sano’s ass was being fucked with such force that Sano began to lose part of his erection. Saitou had never taken him as roughly before. Then again, Saitou had never drunk so much before fucking Sano. “What the hell happened today Saitou? You’re insane!”

“Shut up!” Saitou continued to ram Sano. He was grinding his teeth together while the muscles at his hips screamed masculine strength with each thrust. His buttock muscles also worked mightily as it clamped down to force his cock into Sano’s tightness. With each thrust, Saitou grunted, like a wild bull in heat. Working his way to release.

Sano buried his face between his forearms and held the top of his head as he was being pounded from behind. The cramping of his sphincter eased, but Sano’s disbelief remained as his love continued to bash him, taking from him, using him to ease whatever it was that was driving his lover to do such a thing to him. Though Sano wanted to please Saitou, his lack of understanding had the young man spiraling in a flood of emotions. He just wanted it to be over. For the first time ever, Sano wanted Saitou to be done with him.

Saitou’s arrival came quickly after that. It took one last violent thrust to cause Saitou’s climax to knock the wind out of him. He bit his lower lip to keep from groaning out in rapturous agony as waves of pure, sexual bliss swamped him all at once. The wolf released his load, completely and deeply into Sano’s receiving end. He shuddered from the intense spillage, and with rippling muscles vibrating under his skin, he fell back to land drunkenly upon the tatami.

Sano immediately stood to his feet and gathered his clothes. Without saying a word, without looking over at Saitou, he slipped one foot at a time into his gi trousers. He threw his top over his shoulder, and then he quickly glanced over at his lover.

Saitou was laying upon his side, half asleep, mumbling to himself words that didn’t make any sense to Sano. The young man peered at Saitou for a minute, hardly believing that laying there before him was the same man that almost took his life there at the dojo awhile back.

“Fuck Saitou,” Sano whispered. “I wish you’d talk to me. Tell me what the hell is going on in your mind. I hate seeing you like this. What the hell happened today? Where the hell are you now?” Sano walked over to the bedding covers, picked it up, and then laid it over the sleeping wolf. “Shit,” Sano sighed before he slid open the door, stepped out into the night and shut the door behind him.
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