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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 was at the end of himself as the day drew to a close. Having his headman, Serizawa, subtracted from his horde of henchmen wasn’t exactly what he had bargained for. The tension was building steadily, but Horie refused to admit that anything was getting him on edge. The fact that his beloved Mitsu ran off with one of his men—a man he had thought he could trust, didn’t seem to bother him. At least, it didn’t seem to bother him outwardly.

It was always too quiet for Horie at the close of the day. It was then when he found it most difficult to find the ever elusive quiet-place within himself to rest. After a day of organizing and dealing with the underground tasks, he was still faced with managing the obstacles that stood in his way of success. Horie’s mind raced with nagging thoughts of a never-ending agenda of challenges, which he could not ignore.

He reached over to the miniature gong that shimmered atop the fancy end table. It was just one of the many articles that stood out amongst the various expensive cluster of foreign antiques that was littered about the elusive dwelling. A quick tap on its metallic surface sent a summons that echoed throughout the wide chamber. Like a king in his own kingdom, Horie was waited on by numerous able bodies, each person thoroughly trained in pleasing the syndicate leader to the smallest detail.

“Horie-sama?” Nagi appeared before him only a few seconds after the gong sounded. His knees took position upon the ground at the foot of Horie’s perch. “What may I do for you?”

“Send my page to me at once,” Horie’s retort rang quite urgently.

“Right away, my lord.” Nagi backed away from Horie’s footstool, and quickly trotted down the main corridor toward Nakuyo’s chamber.

No doubt, the stress of dealing with some of the matters Horie juggled that day had gotten to him, whether he was willing to admit it, or not. He wanted—he needed to escape its taunting pressures. Horie often found his sexual appetite bothersome when he was under stress, and with Mitsu gone he was quite open for anything.

Mitsu was somewhat of a disappointment to him. She was assigned the task to ease Horie’s stress levels, but failed at it miserably. He had often made it known to Mitsu how inadequate she was in fulfilling her role as his companion. As a matter of fact, Horie didn’t find Mitsu’s absence as unpleasant as he thought it would be without her. However, his sexual appetite had not dissipated since she had left, and Horie was finding himself in definite need.

It had taken less than a minute for Nakuyo to answer Horie’s summons. Though his heart sounded intense thumps against his ribcage from running speedily down the corridors, and though he was out of breath from his sprint, Nakuyo calmed his breathing quickly. He understood how important it was to appear before Horie with a calm and willing spirit.

“Ahhh, come Nakuyo, sit here next to me.”

Nakuyo obeyed without hesitation. After all, his sole purpose as Horie’s page was to be available to do his lord’s bidding.

“Tell me, did you enjoy your time with the woman?” Horie asked with a raised eyebrow. His gesture, no doubt, meant that Horie was examining his subject.

“I showed Ichie-san around the corridors,” Nakuyo answered with no hesitation. "She was very confused about the layout,” Nakuyo added quite nervously. When his mind flashed upon Ichie at Horie’s mention he couldn’t contain his instant arousal that stirred against his leg. He quickly shifted in his seat to conceal its possible appearance.

“I recognize your attraction to her,” Horie said still examining Nakuyo’s reaction. “I also recognize the lust that sparkled from your eyes when you looked upon her.”

Nakuyo said nothing to that. He found himself speechless and unable to defend himself, for everything that Horie was saying was true. Nakuyo did admire Ichie; he wanted no less than to experience the woman’s softness, the curves that were placed perfectly upon her body, and the sweet fragrance he had only a hint of when she drew close to him unintentionally.

“Ahhh hhhaaa, “Horie sung accusingly. “You need not say anything for me to see that you desire to explore the woman.” Horie reached down and ran his hand over Nakuyo’s crotch feeling exactly what he had expected. “Look at this, you can barely keep yourself from rousing, even at the mere mention of the woman.”

More than feeling humiliated by Horie’s teasing, Nakuyo had an overwhelming fearful sense of his situation, but unexpectedly, there was subtle excitement that laced his senses as well, which he couldn’t ignore. Grant it, Nakuyo had not thought through his affections for Ichie. He wasn’t sure what it was that he was feeling for the woman, except for the sensual flutter that presented itself through his physical body whenever he thought about her, or when Horie referred to her in sensual passing. At the same time however, Nakuyo had no clue as to how Horie would react if he were to admit to his wanton attraction to Ichie.

“Tell me Nakuyo, do you enjoy this?” Horie asked as he stroked Nakuyo’s growing erection with his index finger. “Can you find pleasure in my touching you in this manner?”

Nakuyo shyly nodded. “Yes Horie-sama, this feels good…but…”

“But what? Do not tell me you are too modest to allow yourself a little pleasure,” Horie said. He slid his arm over Nakuyo’s shoulder taking note of how good it felt to have a body close to his flesh again. It didn’t matter to Horie whether the flesh was female, or male. All that mattered to Horie was the fact that he was craving release, and his lustful hunger needed to be quenched.

“But this can’t be the right thing to do,” Nakuyo completed his statement.

Horie took up the lad’s testicles and gave them a firm squeeze through the silky fabric that adorned Nakuyo’s body. Horie appreciated the best silken fabrics, so it wasn’t unusual at all for him to adorn his page in high grade silk and more, for it was all pleasing to Horie. “Tell me how does this feel,” he whispered into Nakuyo’s ear as he felt himself slip further into the lustful feast.

Nakuyo’s breath was stolen, for Horie’s wielded such intense pleasure through him. Horie’s manipulation upon Nakuyo's groin was like the priming of an expert baker who kneaded sweet dough into perfection.

“This cannot be a bad thing, not the way you are enjoying this,” said Horie as he drank in the sensuous appearance of Nakuyo falling submissive to his physical touch as well as his verbal seduction.

Nakuyo’s head fell back upon Horie’s forearm that rested behind his head. He closed his eyes and sighed through parted, parched lips. Nakuyo’s complying token set fire to Horie’s lustful hunger, for the sight of the lad’s parted lips burned the compelling notion to insert his inflamed, fleshly billet straight between the lips he stared upon.

Horie stood to his feet and began untying his yukata’s obi. “Sit on the edge of the seat,” he ordered with no explanation.

Nakuyo didn’t seem to mind in the least, for he was getting used to the idea that his main duty as Horie’s page was to service his lord sexually, though nothing physical between he and Horie happened before Ichie arrived on the scene. Nakuyo was a bit suspicious that Horie held off laying hands on him until he showed interest in the woman. There was no figuring that out. Nakuyo knew that understanding Horie was close to doing the impossible. However, he did understand that he was there to please the underground lord, and to fail doing so would cost him severely. He had already witnessed Koji suffering such consequences of failing at doing Horie’s bidding.

Horie reached for Nakuyo’s mouth and parted the lad’s lips with the tip of his finger. Nakuyo caught a glimpse of Horie’s fully erected flesh, and he was still quite impressed with its perfection. Nakuyo had never studied another man’s cock before, but he somehow knew that there could be no finer organ in all of Japan. He watched as his lord took hold of that fine, exceptionally strong cock.

“You like looking at it?” Horie asked.

Nakuyo tried to answer, but as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, Horie inserted two fingers within. Surprised, Nakuyo looked up to find himself being watched. Horie had such a sparkle in his eyes, a lustful, attractive stare, which penetrated the young man, and knocked the wind out from his lungs.

“Yes, I can see how much you are liking this,” said Horie as he stroked the shaft of his cock, not able to refrain from doing so. He wanted to fuck the lad’s mouth, but the sensation of his own fingers wrapped around his engorged organ had Horie aching with pleasure. He was enjoying himself to much to stop, but he still wasn’t quite satisfied with what he was viewing. Horie wanted to see all of Nakuyo’s youthful body.

“Nakuyo,” Horie moaned. “Remove your clothing. Let me look at you while I do this,” his request practically sang from between his lips. “I must see you naked. Quickly, undress for me.”

“Yes Horie-sama,” Nakuyo said obediently as he quickly untied his obi, and then he let his yukata fall from his shoulders onto the settee he sat upon.

“Lean back, and take yourself into your hand. Let me see you like that.”

“Yes Horie-sama.” Nakuyo did as Horie requested, but resisted the urge to stroke his cock, as he normally would do when relieving himself in private. He was already feeling as though his seminal reserve was at the gate, ready to burst, so he didn’t want to come too quickly and fail at pleasing his lord. Nevertheless, Nakuyo was having a difficult time trying not to climb the sensual ladder too quickly. Horie was indeed a very sensual man, despite the fact that Nakuyo preferred to be experiencing such intimacy with a woman instead.

“I am enjoying myself just looking at you Nakuyo,” said Horie as he continued to stroke his cock whilst eyeing the young man’s slender body. “As a matter of fact, I am enjoying myself more than I ever did with Mitsu. She was a waste of my time.” Horie looked down at Nakuyo’s cock. “Go on, stroke yourself,” he instructed. “Yes, pull your skin back and let me look at your gem.”

“Buuh… But Horie-sama,” Nakuyo’s voice trembled with passion.”

“No need to explain, I can see for myself that you are close to your arrival.”

“Yeaa… Yes sir, I am… I, I want to…"

Horie wanted to take hold of Nakuyo, and flip the young man over for penetration. He could only imagine, right then, how tightly Nakuyo’s portal would be, for the lad had been with no one in that fashion before. Horie could almost feel the tight grip around his cock if he were to give in to his burning desire to fuck Nakuyo, but he resisted. There will be a better time, a much desirable time when Horie would take Nakuyo’s virginity. Nonetheless, Horie was dawning his own arrival as he pumped his organ to pre-conclusion.

“Do yourself well, my page. Don’t hold back,” Horie said urging Nakuyo to meet with the inevitable release.

Nakuyo was insane with lust, and the need to push forth with his orgasm overrode any resistance that he had previously. There wasn’t any use in trying to hold back, for it would have been fruitless for him to do so. Everything within him screamed ecstasy, and as the roaring tide of primal urgency reached its peak, he climaxed.

“Aaah fuuuuh!" Nakuyo practically screamed with intense passion as his entire body went into spasm. With his mouth agape, he poured forth his seed in quantity, right there before Horie’s very eyes.

Horie was pleased, for Nakuyo’s intense arrival escalated him to arrive at his own climax. Nakuyo’s orgasmic announcement pulled the bottom out from Horie’s restraint. A few more strokes over his ripened cock, and then his release. Horie was right there, at the very brink. He reached for the back of Nakuyo’s head, took a handful of the young man’s hair in his clutch, and then he pulled Nakuyo’s head against his hip as his sexual elixir made its way up his shaft. Horie stuck the head of his cock right against Nakuyo’s cheek and jaw, and there, he released his full, potent load.

Horie’s seminal eruption struck Nakuyo hard on the side of his face, splattering his lips, and some even got in the young man’s eye. Nakuyo didn’t mind in the least, for his orgasm was at its tail end, leaving him embraced by overwhelming satisfaction.

“Excellent,” was all Horie said as he loosened his grip on Nakuyo’s hair. Stepping back, he took the summoning striker into his hand and tapped the shiny gong.

“Hai Horie-sama,” Nagi was at the chamber’s entrance immediately following the gong’s resonance.

Nakuyo was still lavishing in the sexual afterglow and didn’t bother with even a stir at Nagi’s appearance. His face was littered with Horie’s carnal drench, and his hand still held his flaccid organ that was coated with his own evidence of sexual play.

“Towels… Bring a stack, and bring my favorite herbal wash. Nakuyo and I will bathe together,” Horie ordered.

“Shall I bring you the citrus, or do you prefer lotus salts?” Nagi asked as he peeked past Horie to get a better look at Nakuyo noticing that his friend was already looking at him wearing the most peculiar grin.

“Fetch the citrus,” Horie replied, but then he hesitated. “No, no. Let’s make that the lotus. It will befitting the event, wouldn’t you agree Nakuyo?”

“Huh?” Nakuyo peeled his eyes away from Nagi who held his attention.

“Lotus salts boy!” Horie sounded, raising his voice. “Shall we bathe in lotus as opposed to citrus, is what I am asking you! Damn you, pay attention while you are in my presence.”

Nakuyo dropped his shrunken penis and sat straight on the edge of the settee. “Forgive me Horie-sama,” he apologized. “I would be honored to soak in lotus salts.”

“Excellent. Let us wash and ready ourselves for the soak then,” Horie said.

He nodded at Koji and then ordered, “Lotus.”

“Yes Horie-sama. Right away,” Koji replied, bowed, and exited the chamber.

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“Thank you again for visiting with the children Goro-san,” Tokio said in her usual quiet manner. “The boys adore you, and your presence has not left us since the last time you were here for a visit with us.”

“I have to admit, it is good for me to spend time with Tsutomu again. I am surprised that he remembers the counting game I taught him when he was two.” Saito sighed and looked over at Tokio. “He told me how you kept that game alive for him.”

Tokio smiled and nodded. “Yes, I never let Tsutomu-chan forget who taught the game to him. He and I already made plans to teach Tsuyoshi-chan the game as well, when he is old enough to learn it, of course.”

“Hmn, Tsutomu-chan.” Saitou had become silent in thought for a moment. “Perhaps I’ll teach Tsutomu how to play that game myself.”

Tokio said nothing in response to Saitou’s comment, for she was afraid to pursue such an illusive ideal as that. Tokio had previously decided to simply appreciate any time Saitou chose to give to their sons. Though she wasn’t exactly looking forward to living the life of a single woman with two sons to raise. She was willing to adjust her life around Saitou’s temperamental, and even compulsive habits.

“Goro-san…” Tokio had taken in a deep breath, and then she exhaled slowly meeting Saitou’s eyes with her own.

“Hmn,” Saitou nodded to encourage her to continue before she could say that it was nothing. Early in their marriage, she would call out Saitou’s name with the intent to discuss a matter with him, but quickly change her mind and said that she enjoyed hearing the sound of his name, and then issues were never discussed. Saitou was still keen on a few of her ways. “Go on, speak what is on your mind.”

“It is nothing really,” Tokio said. She dropped her stare from his eyes as a humble gesture. “I am sorry Goro-san. I am sorry I failed you as a wife.”

“You need not bring that up again,” Saito said taking her face in his hand to lift her chin. “It was difficult for everyone after the war. We were fortunate to have made it this far with our lives. I have not held it against you for wanting the hardship to cease. I never blamed you for wanting peace for yourself, and for Tsutomu and Tsuyoshi.”

Saitou’s oldest son beckoned with a tug at his sleeve, “Daddy, teach me?” Tsutomu pleaded. The little boy’s expression was full of wonder and admiration as his eyes blinked repeatedly with anticipation.

“First of all, my son, you must learn patience,” said Saitou feeling a tinge of what he had been missing as a father, and he was surprised at how good it felt.”

Tsutomu lowered his head, “Yeth father…”

Saitou glanced over at Tokio and he could have sworn he saw her eyes glisten over, as though she was about to let a tear loose and trail down the ivory white skin on her cheek. A smile turned up at the corners of her mouth instead. In the other room Saitou’s second son, Tsuyoshi had just woken from his nap. At a little over a year old, Tsuyoshi was too young to practice patience, and his wailing announced his demand for nourishment.

Saitou stood to his feet and gestured toward his first son, “Come Tsutomu-chan. Take up your shinai and let us go outside while your mother tends to your brother.”

“Yea! Tsutomu cheered excitedly.

“Tsutomu!”

“Hai father?”

“A samurai is self-controlled,” Saitou instructed.

“Self-con-rolled?” Questioned Tsutomu.

Saitou let out a hardy chuckle, reached over and messed the top of Tsutomu’s hair with his fingers. “A samurai has to start somewhere. Come, I will show you how to walk the samurai’s path.”

Tsutomu, without haste, took his father’s hand and practically yanked Saitou toward the door. “Yes,” said Saitou. You are your father’s son.”

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“Aoshi…” Kenshin said as he gasped for air. Aoshi had his body pinned against the wall. “Aoshi…” Kenshin said again, but he wasn’t able to complete his sentence, for the shinobi’s tongue continued to wedge into his mouth and circle his own tongue.

“Shhhhh,” Aoshi hushed his lover after kissing Kenshin deeply. I need to take you right now, just like this. Aoshi’s hand dropped to Kenshin’s groin and began kneading the swordsman’s flesh. He placed his mouth upon Kenshin’s once again and sucked Kenshin’s tongue into his mouth with such ravenous passion. It was obvious that Aoshi would not take no, for an answer. He had a burning need to devour Kenshin in the worst way, and he was not going let the opportunity slip away without doing so.

Kenshin was powerless to resist. Not that he wanted to deny Aoshi of such pleasures, but they were in the alcove of the main house. It was the open room in the main house where anyone could happen by and find them lustfully carrying on. Yes, it did matter to Kenshin if someone should wander by, but he wanted Aoshi to carry on, and not stop. The sensations that flooded his body at that moment were so overwhelming that it had cause Kenshin to lose his inhibitions.

“This is how I want you Kenshin,” Aoshi said feeling Kenshin’s extreme erection beneath the layers of garment. “You are wanting this as much as I want this, I am able to feel your desire.” Aoshi’s fingers smooth the wrinkles of the fabric that covered Kenshin’s organ, so that the outline of the swordsman’s flesh was plainly seen and easily felt beneath Aoshi’s touch.

Kenshin gasped, feeling every movement of Aoshi’s hand and fingers upon his crotch. He could not resist pushing his pelvis against the palm of Aoshi’s groping hand. Aoshi’s way of manipulating Kenshin, his body movements, his attitude had a way with playing on Kenshin’s desires. The passions he experienced whenever in the shinobi’s embrace were one of the hitokiri’s. A desire to devour, and be devoured was similarly as compelling to Kenshin, as killing and avoiding the chance of being killed. All sober reasoning escaped. For the hitokiri, it was a matter of primal survival, and with Aoshi—it was primal passion.

“Allow me to feel your flesh,” Aoshi whispered into Kenshin’s ear. His organ was also straining beneath the arrangement of his tightly fitted shinobi shizoku. The pressure against his throbbing organ only placed him in an increasing need to free his flesh and release it to sexual satisfaction.

“Aoshi, the alcove that honors Kaoru’s father is not the place for…”

Aoshi pressed his lips against Kenshin’s mouth, cutting him off from voicing any mention of disapproval. His hand slid straight through the side gap of Kenshin’s hakama and was headed for the front lapels of the kimono, but Kenshin caught Aoshi by the wrist before the shinobi was able to get past Kenshin’s under garment.

“Do you think you can stop me?” Aoshi asked with his hot, hard breath against Kenshin’s mouth as he bit into his lover’s lower lip.

“Not here Aoshi, not in front of this alcove,” Kenshin said, still firm in his protest.

“Even if you don’t want to give it to me, you know I will take it from you,” said Aoshi as he pressed his body against Kenshin. “You already know that the more you resist just increases my need to have you like this.”

Kenshin knew very well that Aoshi was speaking what he had already known as fact about the shinobi, yet he enjoyed the tussle. It had always been that way between the two, even from the beginning of their relationship. Kenshin kept Aoshi’s fingers from reaching his swollen, sexual extension, and teased his lover with his irresistible fruit. As soon as Aoshi’s fingers feathered his treasure beneath his fundoshi, he would jerk Aoshi’s fingers away by the wrist.

“Oh ho-ho, you are asking for it,” said Aoshi.

Kenshin’s smile had his eyes shaped in the familiar double-arches, which only provoked Aoshi all the more.

“So you think you can keep me away from the prize?” Aoshi said with more determination. He twisted his arm in a quick, circular pattern, freeing his wrist from Kenshin’s tight, restraining grip. “You see? You cannot keep me from what I want.”

“Hey, have either of you two seen Saitou?” Asked Sano as he stuck his head through the threshold of the alcove.

“Oro?” Kenshin said in surprise as he quickly tried to recover from his heated frisk with Aoshi.

“Yeah,” Sano tossed his head to the side in gesture, “when I ran into Cho out there he mentioned that you were with Saitou earlier,” Sano said looking directly at Aoshi.

Aoshi pushed away from Kenshin, as though nothing at all was going on between he and the swordsman. “If he had not returned to the dojo with Cho then I know as much as you do about Saitou’s whereabouts.”

It was as though Sano was oblivious to what was obviously going on between Kenshin and Aoshi before he popped on the scene, yet Sano’s focus on Saitou had the young man ignoring the fact that his friends didn’t appreciate being disturbed.

Sano looked at his feet for a moment, and then glanced at his two silent friends. “I thought everything was all right between Saitou and I, but what the fuck?” Sano shrugged his shoulders, turned, and left Kenshin and Aoshi as they were.

“Perhaps you are right,” said Aoshi as he adjusted the front of his gi.

Kenshin chuckled with squinted eyes.

“Perhaps we best turn in early this evening after the meal and carry on then—in our quarters."

“I’m willing to do that,” Kenshin said with a nod. “That I am.
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