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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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Horie rolled over onto his back as he lounged lazily in his sizable western-style bed, which was fully adorned with silken pillows. He stared at the mosquito net that draped over the high canopy that gracefully enveloped all four sides of his sleep nest. His mind was occupied contemplating his next strategic business move.

There were more people than just the authorities that wanted Horie stopped. The underground syndicate leader had accumulated a quiver full of enemies since he had moved his operation to Tokyo pushing the smaller underground moles aside to establish his network of dirty pooling. Many people, including a few sizable underground organizations, wanted Horie’s life on a platter as a sacrifice. Tokyo was quickly becoming an amusement park for the dirty handed, and Horie oozed his way to a glorified position overseeing multiple cells of despicable crime for profit.

“Ahhhh,” Horie sighed loudly as he gave his body a full on stretch and luxuriated in the feel of the shiny, cool satin sheets against his freshly awakened skin. He smiled knowingly. “Yes, I’ve reached my goal…” he said. He drew his heels in and placed them next to his buttocks, knees pointing toward the top of the canopy. “I am where I always wanted to be… Here, as I am right at this moment.” He laughed and listened to his own voice echo off the camber walls.

A familiar tug from his awakening male member had Horie realize that is appetite for his usual sexual morning romp had not waned since Mitsu’s departure. His flesh still demanded attention, and his body announced his physical desire by a sizable erection, one that he could not ignore.

“Nagi!” Horie sounded, his voice deep and demanding. “Nagi where are you?”

At once Horie’s fattened, plump-faced attendant ran through the room and practically fell prostrate at the foot of the syndicate leader’s bed. Without lifting his eyes from the floor Nagi answered, “Yes sir, what can I do for you sir?”

“Send the woman Ichie to my chambers.” Horie then held his index finger straight, as though remembering something, “Have her bring my morning meals from now on. You are henceforth relieved from that specific duty.”

“Yes sir. Immediately sir.” Nagai bowed, once, twice. “Will that be all sir?”

“Yes. After you have set my wash for me, you may leave and tend to the meal,” Horie motioned a quick gesture with his hand.

Nagi quickly withdrew from Horie’s sleep chambers to fetch the hot water needed for Horie’s morning wash. On his way, he stopped just outside of Ichie’s door to call on her and fill her in on her new morning duties.

In another room that connected to the main corridor, Nakuyo had just opened his eyes to find his mind immediately recalling, and at face with, what took place the night before in the company of Horie and Ichie. The images of the woman’s ivory round breasts were still vivid in his mind, but quickly blurred by the conflicting thoughts about Horie’s advances upon him.

In part, Nakuyo felt such behavior was unacceptable. At least, that was what he was raised to believe in the monastery. Then again, there was another part of him that actually enjoyed the excitement of taboo. Just the mere thought of something like that ever happening again stirred within him an urge, which brought warmth to his loins. How could something that felt so good, be so wrong? Nakuyo pondered. Surely he can come to some sort of permissible conclusion about all of it for himself.

“Why did that woman have to come here?” Nakuyo questioned openly within the quiet of his room. He frowned, and then he added, “Why did my lord decide to take me now? Why not before the woman arrived?” He wiped the sleep from his eyes and commenced with his regular hygienic ritual, robed himself, and then charged down the corridor to Horie’s sleep chambers and announced himself at the door, prepared to tend to his page duties.

“Come,” Horie’s words sounded through the door.

“Good morning Horie-sama,” said Nakuyo as he made his way to take his expected kneeling position before his lord.

“Ahhh, you are just in time to dress me,” said Horie.

“Right away,” said Nakuyo as he jumped to his feet and scurried to the dressing cabinet to fetch Horie’s outfit that had been laid in there by Nagi. He scooped the clothing up carefully, so not to wrinkle the expensive fabric. Nakuyo tried desperately to avoid looking at Horie’s nakedness, but his eyes could not keep themselves from skimming over the firm flesh that protruded from Horie’s tempting genitalia.

“Ahahaha,” Horie lit up in laughter. “Why do you deny your eyes to rest upon my manhood?”

A blush raced across Nakuyo’s cheeks.

“Come on boy, you’ll not get anywhere in this world as a mute,” Horie said taking Nakuyo’s chin into his finger’s firm grip. “Do you want to look, but your timidness is keeping you from it? Is that the case here?” The syndicate leader tilted Nakuyo’s jaw forcing the young man’s eye to meet his firm flesh. “You can examine it if you’d like,” Horie taunted.

Nakuyo gingerly took in the sight of Horie’s flesh in its glorified state. Admiringly, the young man took advantage of his liberty to gawk and realized Horie’s exceptionally prime piece. His own extension was still young, still rather underdeveloped in comparison. Yet his curiosity had the better of him, which had him examining Horie’s prideful display without hesitation.

“It’s big,” Nakuyo said timidly.

“Ahahaha, speak up my page, it will not bite you.”

“It is way heavier than mine, that is for sure. And…your…”

“Go on,” Horie coaxed. “My what?”

“Your sacks are a different color than mine are.”

“Ahahaha. Yes they appear to be darker in color, do they not? It is due to the fact that I have had more experience than you.” Horie took his cock in one hand and held it away from his testicles. With his other hand he scooped up his sacks to examine them along with Nakuyo. “Yes page, these have traveled the length and breadth of all Japan. And yours? Buddha only knows where your short life has taken them so far. A few miles from your birthplace perhaps?”

Nakuyo frowned at Horie’s words feeling a bit belittled. “Someday I will travel beyond Japan!” The young man defensibly proclaimed.

“Hmn,” Horie exhaled in a puff of air. “World traveler?”

“Yes! A fine traveler I will be someday, I can just feel it in my bones.”

Horie smiled at the young man’s enthusiasm. “You are well aware that I am fully capable of seeing that your travel wishes come to pass, are you not?”

“Well, I do know that you have traveled out to sea many times before, and…” Nakuyo looked around the large chambers; “you brought all of these fine things back from your journeys, but I haven’t given any thought about travel from your perspective.”

“If I am pleased with you Nakuyo, I will stop at nothing to see to your desires as well.” Horie took hold of Nakuyo’s jaw in his hand again and looked into the young man’s eyes. "If you please me, you will advance from your mere position to something much more suitable.”

“I shall keep that in mind,” Nakuyo bowed his head again, removing his sights from Horie’s active muscle.

“My robe,” Horie ordered.

Without haste Nakuyo snapped at attention to tend to his task of clothing his lord, careful not to accidently come in contact with Horie’s extended member. He avoided it as though it was a living, breathing animal ready to lash out and bite him.

Nagi’s announcement sounded through the door. “Your meal, Horie-sama.”

“Ahhhh, perfect timing. Today, I will have my meal here in my sleep chamber, instead of having it out at the pools. Send my meal in,” ordered Horie holding both of his arms outstretched at his sides as Nakuyo wrapped the silken, royal blue obi around Horie’s waist.

“Hai,” Nagi bowed and backed out of the chamber only to be replaced by Ichie’s presence.

“Horie-sama…” Ichie called out as she carried the tray over to a small French table at the side of the room. She noticed yet another doorway just a few feet behind a freestanding shoji screen. Curious, Ichie leaned over, more than necessary to steal a look beyond the door, but the connected room was dressed totally in darkness. She set the tray down, pulled the lids off the miso and rice bowls, and prepared the setting to receive Horie.

Ichie’s arrival was obviously too much for Nakuyo to remain nonchalant. Nakuyo’s fingers weakened out of pure nervousness causing him to drop the obi. Ichie noticed Nakuyo’s mishap right away. Setting her fingers upon her lips, she giggled, thrilled to be the center of the young man’s attraction. Ichie and Nakuyo were close in age, and being that they were both assigned the responsibility to dotingly wait on Horie, they shared a commonality in that respect.

“Ahhh, I see you are taken by the little miss,” Horie said accusingly. He took the trailing ends of the fallen obi and commenced wrapping and tying it himself.

Nakuyo quickly recovered from being mesmerized by the young woman. “Forgive me Horie-sama.”

“What is it about her that has captured your gaze?” Horie walked over to Ichie and ran his index finger down the front of her kimono, separating the lapels at her chest as he fingered the fabric. “Was it these?” He pulled the light fabric away from her cleavage, so that the roundness of her ivory mounds just above her nipples became visible.

Nakuyo’s eyes instantly gravitated to Horie’s fingers, powerless to keep his stare from the perfect orbs that were coming into view.

“Horie-sama,” Ichie protested clasping her kimono lapels in each hand and pulling them together to cover herself.

Horie immediately took hold of Ichie’s wrist and yanked her fingers away from her lapels with a warning. “Woman!” He barked. “As long as you have breath living while under my command, your body belongs to me! He then grabbed hold of Ichie’s arms and jerked her off balance causing her to stumble forward, toward him, against him. Her partly exposed breasts pressed against Horie as she lost her breath. Horie looked directly into Ichie’s eyes, his lips almost pressed against her cheek. “Do you understand what I am saying Ichie-san?”

Horie’s cold look penetrated Ichie’s soul with iced talons. She shivered as his hot breath caressed her skin sending prickles down her spine. She nodded meekly. “Yes Horie-sama, I…”

“Yes, uh huh, good. You will obey me then,” Horie brought his lips against her throat as he spoke. His teeth bore, sliding against her tender skin. “As long as you remain my subject you shall do well here. Being my subject gives me the right to all of you. Your sole purpose, my sweet,” he rubbed the side of his cheek upon the side of her face, “is to pleasure me.” Horie’s grin was chilling.

Horie straightened his stance and glared ate Nakuyo. “The same goes for you.”

“Yes Horie-sama,” said Nakuyo obediently.

“The two of you… Leave me to my meal. I have a lot of work to focus my attention on and I will use this time to do so. The two of you get your morning meal and be ready to answer my summons. I wish to enjoy your company later.”

Together, Ichie and Nakuyo took their leave and were met in the corridor by Nagi.

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“You look like shit,” Sano commented as Saitou stepped onto the bathhouse’s platform. "You took your time getting up this morning, I thought I was eventually going to have to called the meat wagon to get you.”

Saitou ignored Sano’s poking words as he walked past his inquiring mate. He snarled a bit when Sano reached out to touch his arm, but for the most part, Saitou did not pay him any heed.

Saitou’s behavior was a big discouragement for Sano. Their relationship had seen better days, but then, Sano doubted if their relationship would be able to survive whatever it was that was causing them to be at a standstill.

“Hey RoosterHead…” Cho called from the main house.

Sano looked across the little vegetable garden irritated at the sight of Cho waving as though someone was shaking a broom at him. “Doing your morning sweep early I see,” Sano shouted back from the bathhouse’s platform.

Cho shook his head and mumbled a little curse under his breath. He shouted once again saying, “Kenshin wanted me to tell you that there is plenty food for the morning meal, so get your ass over here if you want any of it.”

Sano simply gestured his prideful bird with a flip of his finger and walked into the bathhouse to relay Kenshin’s message to Saitou.

Saitou was just finishing up with his shave, rinsing the little scraped spots that oozed red in a few places on his chin and lower cheek.

“I see your shaving blade needs a good sharpening,” Sano commented observantly. “I’ll do it for you if you’d like.”

Saitou sighed; his shoulder drooped as though he carried a heavy burden. “That won’t be necessary,” said Saitou. He patted his face with his wash towel and glanced over at Sano. “I appreciate the thought,” said he, and then he nodded.

“Saitou… I…”

“Before you begin Sanosuke, I think it is best to inform you that I have nothing to say at the moment.”

“Yeah well, I could have figured that out on my own. You haven’t had anything to say to me for several days it seems.” Sano took a step forward, took the washcloth from between Saitou’s fingers, and then started dabbing at his lover’s fresh shaving nicks. “You should have left the shaving up to me this morning… I could have done a better job. At least you wouldn’t have this here, and here…and here too,” said Sano as he dabbed away at Saitou’s bleeding nicks.

Despite Saitou’s weariness right then, he wasn’t about to let Sano’s attentiveness pass without luxuriating in it first. He closed his eyes and absorbed the calming of Sano’s voice, and lavished in the warmth emitting from Sano’s fingertips as his skin was soothed. He opened his eyes to fill his view with Sano’s.

“Sanosuke, what is it that you want from me?” Saitou asked as he placed his hands on the shelves of his mate’s shoulders.

“Do you really want to know?”

Saitou frowned and returned Sano’s question with one of his own. “If I did not want to know, would I have asked?”

“Shit Saitou, you know how I am. I always ask questions, but it’s only because I want to know more about you than you probably know about yourself.” Sano shrugged, “Yeah call me a fool, but when it comes to you, I am a freaking fool, I admit that.”

“Your answer?” Saitou asked.

“Answer to wha…? Oh yeah, shit. Sorry about that.” Sano felt even more foolish as he echoed the question, “What is it that I want from you?” Sano reached and massaged the back of his own neck, a familiar practice of Sano’s when he felt as though he was put on the spot, or if he felt uncomfortable in any given situation. Sano looked into Saitou’s amber eyes. “Just you,” he finally answered. “All I want from you, is you,” he shrugged. “Why are you asking?”

“No reason,” Saitou’s voice was almost at a whisper. “No reason at all.”

“Hey, you okay?” Saitou nodded, “Hmn.”

“Yeah well, I made up my mind not to bother you anymore. You know… bother you about wanting to know what’s on your mind all the time. It’s not that I don’t want to know,” Sano shrugged and lowered his gaze to his feet. “I guess I learned that I won’t get anything out of you that you don’t want to give.”

Saitou didn’t say anything to that. He simply took Sano into his arms and kissed him. It was a sincere kiss—deep, rather sweet at first, but then it was obvious that, at least for Saitou, the kiss turned passionate. Saitou probed Sano’s familiar mouth with his tongue, relishing his mate’s participation, feeling his oral muscle being sucked upon. Saitou emitted a slow, sensuous moan of satisfaction.

“Mmmmn, I believe I owe you something,” Saitou whispered whilst his hot breath poured across Sano’s cheek.

“You do?” Sano replied feeling his breath being pulled from deep within as he felt Saitou’s hand drift slowly down the front of his chest, past his trouser tie, and then settle in atop his groin for a firm squeeze. “Ohhh shit. Ohhh man… Yeah Saitou, hold onto my cock and do what you want with it,” moaned Sano. “Just do me good.”

“Undo this,” Saitou ordered as he ran his hand up the front of Sano’s gi and tugged at the front of the waistband while he enjoyed the taste of Sano’s neck. Saitou especially enjoyed Sano’s response whenever he did something to his mate that was pleasurable. Sano seldom buffered any of his expressions of pleasure, because of that; Saitou was drawn deeper into his mate, pressed by the undeniable hunger for taboo.

“Now you’re talking. I am smoldering already, and it’s your entire fault for fucking me like a crazy man last night, and then leaving me high and dry. With all that built up in me I’d do anything you want me to do,” Sano explained, his erection pushing against the front of his gi, yearning for Saitou to relieve his overdue build up.

“Sanosuke… You are trembling,” Saitou whispered as he waited for Sano to loosen his trousers, so he would be able to slip his hand upon his mate’s anticipating sex. “Mmmm Sanosuke, I always enjoyed you, and this…” Saitou took Sano’s stiff flesh into his hand, “…this Sanosuke is perfection to be enjoyed.”

Sano filled his lungs with air, which whistled through his teeth. His mouth opened to exhale a groan as he felt Saitou’s fingers encircle his aching shaft. “Oooo yesss, Saiiii…tou… Hold me harder, squeeze me, fucken hurt me if you want to, I just want to feel more.”

Sano’s words triggered Saitou’s desire to take his mate orally. The wolf was hungry, and it was Sano’s cock that Saitou desired to devour. “There Sanosuke,” Saitou said motioning over to the top of the woodbin at the opposite side of the bathhouse.

“Oh yeah! You don’t have to tell me what to do. We’ve done this before,” Sano said excitedly. He held the waist of his gi securely and trotted to the woodbin to gain momentum. With little effort, he hopped into the air landing squarely atop the bin. Even before Saitou walked over to him, Sano had already kicked his trousers off. “I’m ready. Hell, I’m really ready,” said Sano as he took hold of his cock and gave it a few strokes.

Saitou paused just before reaching his mate. “Nice Sanosuke. I like what you’re doing to yourself.”

“Oh? You mean this?” Sano pulled his foreskin away from the head of his cock revealing the very moist fleshy head of his male pride for Saitou to gaze upon.

“Hmn,” Saitou nodded. “That is exactly what I was referring to. Continue doing that to yourself. Gather some of your moisture and apply it onto your lips. Ready yourself for me.”

“Oooo, that is hot, you wolf.” Sano leaned against the back wall, his legs dangled off the side of the woodbin as he circled the tip of his finger around the swollen, silken head of his cock.

“Your lips Sanosuke,” Saitou instructed, his voice husky with lust.

Sano took his cock’s moisture and spread it over his upper and lower lip, slowly, sexily. Saitou’s eyes were glued to Sano; he was utterly captured by his mate’s actions.

“Now lick your fingers,” Saitou continued to instruct Sano.

Sano stuck his finger into his mouth and swirled his tongue around his index, making distinct suckling sounds. His eyes widened when he viewed Saitou move toward him, fully dressed, except for the snake-like member that extended from the opening of the wolf’s uniform, which Saitou exposed to him. He watched Saitou pull at the cock’s foreskin and uncovered its tip. Sano shot onto a higher level of passion as he witnessed his lover’s cock drip forth a thick, translucent line of pure sexual fluid that had been trapped below the shaft’s encasement. As Saitou pulled the foreskin back, the collected pool was released and dribbled from the tip of his shaft, like bee honey from punctured comb.

Saitou quickly ladled as much of the male honey from his cock and applied it to his lips, exactly the same way he had instructed Sano to do.

“Oh fucking hell, you are driving me out of my mind Saitou. You look so hot, huuuhhhh…” Sano leaned forward as Saitou approached him. “So fucking hot…”

The men kissed. Mouth upon mouth, their lubricated lips slid together and became one as the two relished the taste of the other. They meshed perfectly, licking, sucking, and savoring one another. At the same time they climbed steadily to where they felt completely united—in sync. It was definitely where they needed to be, for it had been awhile since they’ve been to their special place together.

Saitou licked the rim of Sano’s lips, and then inserted his tongue, lightly playing with the tip of Sano’s tongue. “I feel you Sanosuke,” Saitou whispered. He stood erect once again, his cock still in his grasp, working it steadily along its shaft. “Now…” Saitou paused and licked his lips, savoring the residue, “I want to see you, and then I want to taste and drink of you.”

Sano leaned back against the wall; his fingers still encircled his shaft. “Oh damn. It’s been so long since we brought each other this far. I don’t know how I can maintain, because I really need to shoot off my load. As always Saitou, you’re too fucking hot.”

“Shhhhh, just let me look at you for awhile.” Saitou bathed his eyes with every part of Sano. From his mate’s hair, temples, the ridge of his nose, down the curvature of Sano’s neck, his chest, strong shoulders and firm abdomen… Saitou filled his gaze with it all. With each glance upon different parts of Sano’s body, Saitou stroked his cock, urging himself higher toward the point of ecstasy. “Your legs Sanosuke…”

“You like them?” Sano asked breathlessly.

“Hmn,” replied Saitou. “I want you to spread them. Spread them wider than they are.”

“Like this?” “Wider.” “How’s this?”

“Hmn… Yessss. Like that. I will pour myself over you there,” said Saitou as he moved closer to Sano knees.”

“Huh? You’re going to shoot your load on me?” Sano asked rather surprised.

“Can you think of a better place for me to place this?”

Sano quickly scooted positioning his ass as close to the edge of the bin as he possibly could without slipping totally off the wooden structure. “Shit no,” replied Sano in total lust, “I can’t think of a better place than right where you want it.”

“Very well,” Saitou said while gritting the front of his teeth together, “there you shall have it.” Saitou took a very deep, long breath and held it. There was no mistaking the very moment when Saitou entered total rapture. His entire body trembled; he stood there, very still, but visibly shivering as he slipped away from that point in time. From one end of the pendulum he swung to the other end—the start of his release. He exhaled with force, and then he inhaled once more as he pushed his way between Sano’s knees and aimed his cock right down at Sano’s glistening shaft. Finally, Saitou’s body sent his streaming seed through his shaft as the muscles beneath his balls contracted and pumped his load forward and out.

“Geeyah… I want to fucking come too!” Sano exclaimed in lustful excitement as he watched Saitou’s hot spew bathe his cock in a white frothing shower.

“Hold steady Sanosuke,” struggled Saitou to say. “I want you another way.” Saitou shivered one last time as his load came to a halt covering Sano’s swollen shaft from tip to base.

“Too sexy… Way too sexy for me to…”

“Control yourself Ahou,” Saitou scolded. Saitou was weak-kneed from spending himself completely. The evidence of his royal release Saitou saw inching down Sano’s erection. Sano’s seed-drenched tool was the perfect afterglow for Saitou’s savor. He quickly brought his mouth to the base of Sano’s outstretched cock, and then ran his tongue over the length of his mate’s erection, relishing the mixture of his seed combined with Sano’s pre-come lubricant. When his lips reached the top of Sano’s cock, where most of his semen landed, he swirled his tongue completely around the sensitive crown.

“Hhhaaa…” Sano’s breathing strained against his chest, and his heart sounded though like a chamber chime. He struggled to keep his seed at bay, but Saitou’s expert oral waltz spun him further into a web of cascading sensations that overwhelmed him. “Saitou, your mouth…” he gasped. “Your fucking mouth is destroying my staying power. I need to come! Haaah!” Sano took his lover’s head into his hands, and with quick little thrusts, he began to fuck Saitou’s mouth.

Saitou met Sano’s thrusts with swirling tongue and precise breathing; the wolf permitted Sano to access past the narrows of his throat.

“Oh fuck! I’m fucking you! I’m fucking your mouth, your throat… You’re swallowing me. Haaah, haaah, Mmmmn"… Sano gasped as he slid his full length into Saitou’s oral canal, pulled out, and then he pulled Saitou’s head down on him, by the hair, sliding his shaft into his lover with one powerful thrust. That plunge was one of delivery, for his seed poured forth as Saitou’s throat milked the essence from him. “Fuuuuh…”

Saitou enjoyed Sano’s delivery, perhaps even more than his mate enjoyed delivering. Saitou licked his lips and savored Sano. “Very good, Sanosuke,” Saitou said complimenting his mate between licks and suckling. “Very good indeed.”

“I thought it was all good… More than good! Where are the fucking words when I need them? This was beyond good Saitou.” Sano combed his fingers through Saitou’s black, lengthy hair as the wolf continued to ingest their payload. He admired his lover more than anyone on the face of the planet, and if there were words for Sano to use to describe his all that he felt right then he would have done so without hesitation.
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