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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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“My compliments to the cook,” Aoshi said as he took on a second helping of seasoned tofu from the center of the serving dish, and as he placed it into his chawan he gave Mitsu an approving nod.

“Mitsu could easily open her own restaurant if she wanted to. I would bet my sword collection that she would have lines of people waiting to get at her dishes,” Cho boasted proudly smacking his lips loudly.

Mitsu placed the back of her hand to her lips and giggled rather modestly. “I am humbled by your compliments gentlemen. Cooking is one thing I enjoy wholeheartedly. ”

“Miss Mitsu, perhaps opening a small restaurant is something you should consider,” Kenshin encouraged as he savored the young lady’s unique way of blending the herbs. “If Miss Kaoru cooked half as well…”

Sano immediately cut right into Kenshin’s statement, “…she would be married by now.”

“Are you suggesting that Kaoru-san is not married because she knows nothing of preparing meals?” Aoshi asked rather challenging.

Sano chuckled, “No, I’m not saying that she doesn’t know how to prepare meals. She does a lot of meal preparation when she’s here. I was saying, if Kaoru cooked meals that were good enough to eat, a man would have asked her to marry by now.”

The room hummed with laughter.

“Now, now, Sano—Miss Kaoru is not here to defend herself, so we best change the subject,” Kenshin said in Kaoru’s defense.

“Hmn,” Aoshi said with a nod, “it is best not to talk about a man’s woman when the man to whom the woman belongs to, is present. ”

“Or more like, when the man’s lover is present,” Sano said as he pointed the tip of his hashi at Aoshi.

Cho leaned forward, lifted his sake cup above his head and cheered, “Hot damn, this is getting mighty interesting."

Mitsu struck at Cho’s raised arm with her tiny fist. “Cho-san, do not encourage them to carry on. Himura-san is correct in suggesting that we not speak of Kaoru-san. Besides, I do not believe that she is that bad of a cook.”

“Maybe she isn’t that bad, only because she is worse than a bad cook,” Sano said. He obviously was not able to resist the opportunity to poke fun. In actuality he missed having Kaoru around. He enjoyed his playful banter he used to have with her, and jesting in this way was the next best thing.

Kenshin was about to say something again to defend Kaoru, but when he looked over, just past Sano’s head, he realized that Saitou had just walked in. “Saito! There’s still plenty left to eat.”

“Hmn, thank you,” Saitou nodded, “but I had already taken my meal for the evening. I will take in some sake however.” He took his regular seating next to Sano.

Sano quietly glanced over at his mate, dying to question Saitou about his whereabouts prior, but he resisted his need to do so, at least for right then. He was certain that Saitou would not take to being questioned by him in front of everyone very well.

“Miss Akatsuki, I am sure Cho had already filled you in on the latest about your sister?” Saitou said as Cho poured him a serving of the warmed rice wine.

“Ahhh yes,” Mitsu nodded. “I am very concerned about her welfare. If she went to Horie-sama, I shudder to think what can become of her,” she sighed. “By the way, please refer to me as Mitsu. Miss Akatsuki seems… Well it seems much too formal. I feel as though I’ve known everyone here all my life.”

“Very well Mitsu-san,” Saitou said, his eyes locking onto hers as he thought on their first encounter in Nikko. It seemed like a long time ago, but in actuality, it hadn’t been too long. “We all will do our best to keep Ichie from the worst scenario.”

“In the mean time I’ll keep Mitsu from frettin’ her little heart too much. I’ll just keep her occupied with me,” Cho chuckled as he gave Mitsu a wink.

“Must be nice to be in love,” Sano said with a sigh.

The last thing Sano wanted to feel in regards to Cho, was envy. However, there he sat, trying to fight the annoying, invidious envy that threatened to make itself dominant above all the other emotions that whirled around inside of Sano. Cho’s ability to appear so confident about Mitsu bothered Sano, for he felt that confidence was the missing factor in the equation between he and Saitou. Seeing Cho and Mitsu together reminded Sano of how unstable his relationship was with his lover.

Saitou glanced at Sano right then knowing what prompted Sano’s comment. He understood Sano’s insecurities about their relationship, but he felt helpless. After all, he didn’t quite understand what it was that Sano and he shared together as a couple, yet he wasn't past feeling for his mate.

“If you’ll excuse me, I will turn in for the evening,” said Saito after his last swallow of sake.

Sano quickly excused himself as well, still dying to steal some time alone with the wolf.

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

“I don’t understand how this water is as hot as it is,” said Nakuyo as he inched his body into the steamy spring pond. He flinched when Horie sponged the aromatic water upon his shoulder, and then sipped in the air between his lips as though it was going to cool him. "Haaah, hot!"

“A natural process of the earth,” Horie said. “It is as natural as the passions you have within your body that urges you to delve into your lusts.” Horie moved over to the small pond’s edge and leaned back against an impression within the rock. His body fit perfectly into the natural indentation as though the hollow was fashioned specifically for him. “Yes Nakuyo, look around you. Everything in here is quite natural—raw. Even the heat of this water, comes from a natural heating element from the core of this earth. It rises to the surface for us to enjoy.”

Nakuyo found another natural impression in the smooth rock and fitted his back into the indentation. The water’s heat squeezed the tension from his muscles, and the aroma of the salts, which Horie added had his head spinning. The steam slid straight up his nostrils, clearing his sinus, and his mind as well. It was almost intoxicating.

“I want to enjoy you further Nakuyo.”

Nakuyo lifted his head off the rocky cradle. Horie’s comment sent his senses aflutter. Suddenly, Nakuyo wasn’t as relaxed as he was a second ago, yet it wasn’t at all a bad feeling. He was afraid to ask, but he needed to know.

“Enjoy me further?” Nakuyo’s voice wavered obviously nervous.

“Yes, of course,” Horie sited in a matter-of-fact tone. “You didn’t think that what we had enjoyed together this far is all there was? Lad, you cannot be that incredibly naive.”

“Forgive me if I do sound that way, but how…? I mean, what else could there be?” Nakuyo asked not knowing what it was that Horie was referring to. “There can’t be more. What I mean…well, I am saying that I am not a woman. You can’t possibly mean what I am thinking.”

“Don’t worry about this Nakuyo, just let things happen between us—naturally.”

Nakuyo sat straight in the ofuro causing little waves to ripple over to Horie and wash the syndicate’s chest. He peered at Horie through the thickening steam. “How can something like that… be natural?”

“Nakuyo!” Horie snapped at the young man loudly. “I hope that you are not trying to annoy me purposefully".

The young man leaned back against the rocky rim of the heated pool as he was before being startled by Horie’s comment. His mind was brimming with thoughts and images of the unspeakable. It certainly kept him from being able to relax again. How can he relax? All that Horie suggested didn’t make any sense whatsoever, to him. He had been taught that being with a woman, given over to sexual pleasures with a female was natural, but to do such things with a man? That was definitely taboo. Although Nakuyo lived a sheltered life among the monks at the temple, his mind occasionally wandered onto such forbidden thoughts, but he never imagined it to actually take place among men in reality.

Nakuyo’s eyes drifted over the curvatures of Horie’s broad shoulders and strong neck. The sensuous pout of the underground lord seemed terribly erotic to Nakuyo right then. He thought that Horie was a very attractive man, and he admired the underground lord's strikingly strong appearance. Surely, if Nakuyo was totally against giving himself over to Horie sexually, his lord would, no doubt, force him to surrender. That much Nakuyo knew. However, Nakuyo questioned himself. Why was he so willing to do Horie’s bidding?

To Nakuyo’s dismay, his body was responding to his thoughts eagerly. There, between his legs, his organ stirred, which had the young man feel quite embarrassed. How could this be happening? He wasn’t thinking about a woman, but it was a man who filled his thoughts with unmentionable passion, and it was not some figment of his imagination either, for that very man was only a few feet away from him.

Nakuyo quickly shut his eyes to keep himself from looking upon Horie’s wet skin and strong masculine form seated before him. However, all that did was cause Horie’s entire naked form to appear behind his eyelids. In Nakuyo’s mind’s eye, Horie’s perfect shaped cock stood erect just short of his lips.

Nakuyo dared himself to peek over at Horie who seemed to have fallen asleep. The man’s lips were parted, and his breathing relaxed. Surely Horie wouldn’t see him if he gave his own organ a quick rub. After all, he had been sitting in the steeping water—cooking, for much too long to ignore the fact that his male limb was far from being limp. He was having quite a struggle not to touch himself, for there was something about the man who sat just a few feet opposite him that sharpened all of Nakuyo’s sexual senses.

Horie’s head nodded off to the side, and his sturdy shoulders fell totally relaxed and dipped into the water. It was the confirmation Nakuyo was waiting for to assure him that the underground lord had truly dozed off. It was an opportunity to slip his hand down, and answer the plea for attention from his all too aroused organ.

Through the swirling steam Nakuyo focused on Horie’s parted lips, imagining how it would feel like to push his roused member past the fleshly cushions that captured his attention. The misted heat from the water’s surface bathed Horie’s lips perfectly, and it caused them to take on an even greater sensual appearance.

Nakuyo bit his lower lip to keep himself from releasing the moan that begged to escape when his fingers touched and danced across the tip of his, very sensitive organ’s cap. Although the water was comfortably steeping, Nakuyo shivered uncontrollably. The heat from the natural spring seemed to have made his cock unusually sensitive. Just the mere touch from his fingertips caused his sexual heightening to pounce. Or, was the sensitivity due to the fact that Horie was the focus of his lust right then. Nakuyo was definitely doing what he had thought was forbidden, and that in itself, was terribly exciting to him.

Nakuyo was losing himself in his own passionate lust for the forbidden, knowing very well that he was headed toward something he had never experienced before. He would not have attempted to taste such forbidden fruits, but Horie’s seduction eased his self-given restraints until he surprisingly found himself actually desiring another occasion for taboo.

Horie stirred just enough to cause his chin to dab the heated water, which woke the slumbering syndicate leader. Nakuyo quickly remove his hand from his terribly sex-driven flesh as Horie arched his back in a full body stretch and yawned, He glanced over at Nakuyo.

“Have you been sitting there staring at me all this time?” Horie questioned.

Nakuyo shifted his sights on the steaming water’s surface in order to avoid Horie’s scrutinizing gape, “I didn’t want to disturb you, so I tried to be as still as I possibly could,” he replied rather weakly.

“I think if we stay in here any longer, we will both be over done,” Horie chuckled. He held out his hand in expectation, and then ordered, “My towel, Nakuyo.”

No! Nakuyo thought. The timing could not be any worse than it was right then, for Nakuyo’s erection refused to calm down, but remained as strong as ever.

“Let’s not go, not yet,” Nakuyo suggested hoping that perhaps, if he could delay Horie, it would give his excited member time to relax.

“I am not asking you Nakuyo. I am telling you to get my towel. Now do it quickly,” Horie demanded sternly.

“Can’t we just stay a little while longer?” Nakuyo tried again, pleading this time.

“If you would like to stay in here longer, you may do as you wish, but I am getting out right now.” Horie gestured to his towel once again.

“But…”

“Nakuyo!” Horie snapped harshly.

Startled, and afraid to cross Horie, Nakuyo turned quickly as he tried to hide his sprung fruit. He took a deep breath and climbed out of the ofuro, hoping that Horie would not notice his blatant lust. As his feet came down and slapped the cool rocky edge of the pond, he stood straight and glanced to see his manhood still refusing to defuse.

“Shit,” murmured Nakuyo.

“What was that?” Horie questioned.

Nakuyo gave up. There was no sense in hiding the fact that he was aroused. He took a very deep breath, and as he drew up his shoulders, he slowly turned around to face Horie who was still waiting for his towel.

Horie was about to say something in regards to Nakuyo’s dallying, but his words were halted when the young man faced him.

“Uhhh… I don’t know what to say,” Nakuyo’s words squeaked out. He appeared to be distressed over his predicament, but he didn’t know what else to do. Surprisingly, his erection seemed to scream hardness as his self-consciousness spread throughout him. His bewilderment was due to the fact that, though he felt terribly humiliated, the situation had caused him to experience a surge of sexual appetency he had never before experienced before in his life.

“I see…” Horie said in amusement.

Nakuyo wanted to run and hide after Horie’s minute mention of noticing his situation. How could he let himself become aroused over any of it? It was a terribly unnatural happening, but yet, he had to be honest with himself and admit that it was all very sensuous. Flustered, Nakuyo turned to get the towels from the fancy European dressing table a few feet away.

“Nakuyo,” Horie’s voice purred seductively. The sight of the young man’s state of arousal set an urge within Horie, which he wasn’t about to dismiss.

Nakuyo froze in his tracks. He didn’t bother turning around. No. Nakuyo didn’t want to experience the embarrassment of facing his lord again with his defiant hard-on that absolutely refused to let up. Instead, Nakuyo just stood there, waiting for Horie’s command, which he very well expected, considering the situation.

Horie eased out of the steam bath and approached Nakuyo who hadn’t bothered to turn around, even though the young man realized that the underground lord was about to confront him. Though he had expected his lord to perhaps voice a lecture about his tarry to carry out orders, he wasn’t expecting what happened next.

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“You really turning in early tonight?” Sano asked Saitou while they walk to the dorm room.

“Did you have something else in mind?”

Sano chuckled in relief. He never knew what mood Saitou would be in, but it did seem to him that Saitou showed interest, in perhaps, a little play before sleep. “Since you mentioned it, I have been thinking about looking at you when you’re naked.”

Saitou smirked. “You want to look? Look at what precisely?”

“I always look at your ass, but it’s usually covered when I’m in the mood to check it out.”

“Is that so?” Saitou chuckled, amused.

“Yeah,” Sano replied wide-eyed, almost childlike. “Whenever you're naked, we’re always too busy doing other things, and I end up forgetting to get a good look.”

Silence.

“So?” Sano stared at Saitou and moistened his lips with a quick lick across of them with his tongue. “Do you feel up to showing me your stuff?”

“If that is what you wish to do, I don’t see why not.”

As they walked the remaining few yards toward their room, Saitou’s erection made itself apparent as it rubbed against his fundoshi making it uncomfortable to walk. He reached down to make the necessary adjustment then looked over at the immense grin that Sano wore.

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Sano said, and then he reached for his own cock and adjusted it as well.

There was no doubt about it. Both men were quite ready to blow off the sexual steam that had been building, each man reading the other, and both of them anticipating the connection they’ve grown to need from one another. With the dorm room just ahead of them, their desire grew intense quickly.

Saitou pushed through the threshold first, and then off went his shoes, coat, and his entire outer garment. It was unusual for him to simply plop his garb in a pile on the floor, but that was what Saitou had chosen to do. Obviously, the wolf was in no mood to tarry. His appetite for lust took precedence over his passion for order. Of course, it wasn’t an odd occurrence at all for Saitou to witness Sano’s quick shed of the loose fitting gi. In fact, Sano was so well rehearsed that his stride remained steady as he entered the room, but behind him a trail of clothes.

Neither of the men said a word, but instead, quickly made their way to one another. Flesh met flesh as their passion collided in the center of the room, their reunion—an explosive, emotional event. Mouth upon mouth, they kissed as though they had not seen the other in decades. Neither of the men understood the reason for such blatant passion. It was simply felt, like a mighty wind with its driving force unseen.

Their embrace was strong, and it expressed their masculine power, yet the kiss they shared was very gentle, and so were their caressing touches upon each other’s bodies. Like skilled lovers, they explored one another as though it was their first time, or as though they had been separated, and kept from dropping all the barriers that divided them. They met together without holding back.

“I’m too gone to look at you right now Saitou, but I have to feel you…right here,” Sano’s words blew from between his lips in a whisper. “I love your ass.” His hands held Saitou’s ass cheeks while he kneaded them together, and at the same time, he pulled Saitou against his pulsating erection.

“You do what it is you want to do Sanosuke,” Saitou spoke softly into Sano’s ear. “And I will do as I want as well. Don’t hold back…” Saitou’s jaw dropped as he sighed a whispery moan hotly against Sano’s neck just before he sank his teeth into the skin that stretched over Sano’s throat.

“Oooh shit,” Sano gasped. His legs wobbled as Saitou pulled him close, so close that their fleshly pride meshed together causing the most exciting feeling that Sano felt in a long time. He could barely stand on his two legs, for Saitou drew the strength right from the core of his bones. He surrendered himself to the wolf, as he always had before, for he was no match for Saitou’s sexual strength and dominance.

All Sano could do was slowly allow his knees to carry him to the floor. With Saitou’s arms still wrapped around him securely, Sano felt as though he was leaving the present. Every care, every worry that bothered Sano about his relationship with Saitou was draining away. Replacing all the doubt Sano had, was Saitou’s reassurance as the wolf laid Sano’s form directly beneath himself.

“Saitooo…” Sano’s words drifted into the layer of body heat that hovered just above them. “Saitou, you make me feel like I’m not even here. “Ahhh, take me Saitou, I want that now. Fucking take me,” Sano pleaded. His words were strained, as though his life depended on Saitou’s mastery over him. As though being taken, meant Sano’s security.

“Shhhhh, you talk too much Sanosuke,” Saitou playfully scolded. “Spread your legs for me. I will give to you what it is you need.”

“Oh fuck, how did you know I wanted this right now? Shit, I don’t just want this, I’ve been needing it from you.”

“Shhhhh,” breathed Saitou, “you are speaking again.”

“Oh shit, the vile. I want you to fuck me so bad right now, but the vile is empty,” Sano said quite disappointedly.

“Did you bathe?”

“Huh? What the hell kind of question is that?” Sano’s breath squeezed the words from his chest, for Saitou’s weight was heavy upon him. “Of course I bathed, just before I ate,” he huffed.

Saitou didn’t bother to say another word. He pushed off of Sano and wedged himself between Sano’s legs to face the young man’s testicles before him. He opened his mouth and scooped them both into his oral cavern, gently, but so very hungrily.

“Ahhh gods!” Sano exclaimed rather loudly as he pushed his pelvis against Saitou mouth. A clear sign that Sano wanted more of what Saitou was offering him. “Your mouth is paradise. My cock wants some of that,” he groaned. "Oh please give my cock some of that.” Sano was practically out of his mind with pleasure as Saitou worked him masterfully. Sano reached down and pushed his cock at its base into Saitou’s face.

“Sanosuke, if I take you that way now, you will lose yourself too quickly. Exercise control.”

“To hell with control! I want to get off so bad my balls feel like they’re going to explode.”

Saitou smacked his lips, definitely enjoying his mate’s unequivocal declaration of the pleasure. It brought Saitou pleasure as well, for he was enjoying the fact that he was causing Sano to experience such sensations.

“You mean these feel like exploding?” Saitou questioned, as he orally possessed Sano’s testicle sack again. He suck at the loose skin that surrounded each testicle, and then he commenced upon pulling each gem, one after the other, between his lips, alternating them as they popped back and forth, in and out of his mouth juggling them expertly like a performing showman.

“Aaaggggh, oh for heavenly fucking sake! Saitou, what the hell are you doing to me?” Sano was beginning to buck under Saitou’s manipulation, his head tossed from side to side, and his hair whipped across his face from the right, and then from the left.

“Bend your back Sanosuke, allow me down between here,” Saitou said as he held Sano’s balls up to reveal the sensitive bridge between the base of the testicles and Sano’s clinched asshole. There, Saitou ran his tongue and bathed his mate with sexual oral drool, which he applied liberally between Sano’s legs.

“Oh hell yeah!” Sano pulled both of his legs to his chest and tucked his arms under his knees. Sano held himself, giving Saitou complete access to his most vulnerable areas of his body. “Oh shit yeah,” Sano gasped as he identified the hot steaming sensation playing him like an instrument directly under his balls. “Saiiitooo…” he squealed.

Saitou deliberately let his saliva run from his mouth, and down his tongue, bathing Sano’s delicate flesh with generous amounts of oral salve. The spittle dripped between the crack of Sano’s ass cheeks, puddling just where needed.

The stimulation that showered Sano between his legs had him about to lose all his senses, except for what Saitou was driving him to feel. Saitou was just as lost as Sano was. His breath was rapid and heavy, hot and moist between his lover’s legs. By then, Saitou’s organ throbbed with the need to penetrate Sano. He knew that there, inside of Sano, was what he yearned for. The other night when he took Sano so roughly and selfishly, he barely remember it. The alcohol he had been drinking tore the best from him and ripped all intimacy from their union. However, it was different this time. Saitou felt unitized, and attached to Sano as he was taking, and giving in their passionate meeting.

Saitou quickly moved into position, and then holding the head of his cock against Sano’s well-prepared portal, he lowered his weight and split his mate’s opening with a gentle nudge forward.

Sano’s gasped for breath, and then relaxed as Saitou penetrated his snug entry. “Welcome home Goro…” Sano said as he flung his arms around the back of Saitou’s neck and pulled the wolf close.

Completely inside of his lover, Saitou froze upon hearing the mention of his name. “You just called me Goro,” Saitou said after steadying himself for a moment.

Sano lessened his hold around Saitou’s neck to look into Saitou's eyes. He smiled and then he said, “Yeah, I guess I did call you Goro. I guess, it feels okay to say that. After all, that is who you are now, right?”

“Hmn. I am he, Fujita Goro, and it is I, that takes you, Sanosuke Sagara.” Then, Saitou withdrew his cock from Sano’s back entry until only the head of his organ remained inside. He said to Sano, “As long as you will allow you to do so, I will take you like this.” Saitou pushed forward again, sinking his cock straight into Sano, and then repeated himself. “And like this…” Saitou pulled out, and then pushed into Sano again, and withdrew, yet again. “And like this.” He pushed deeper, harder, faster—until he was pumping in and out of Sano consistently, passionately.

“Hah, hah, hah,” Sano kept saying, over and over again. With each thrust of Saitou’s hips, Sano groaned forth his song of pleasure against Saitou’s throat. Sano reached down between them and began stroking his own cock, for he was lost in it all. He had to do it; the whole, entire occasion was incredible, how could he hold back any longer. He could not. His fingers wrapped around his outstretched flesh and he stroked it with passionate frenzy.

Saitou tripped over Sano’s pre-climatic howls. There was no holding back for the wolf either, for his time had arrived. Right then, he couldn’t fuck Sano any harder than he was, for the force of this thrusts was actually moving Sano across the floor as his cock rammed into his mate. One huge gulp of air, one last hard thrust forward, one final planting of his cock deep into Sano, and then he flung his head backward. With his back arched, teeth clenched and exposed he made his delivery and gave his seed up, deep into Sano.

“Aaaggggh,” Sano howled as he received all of Saitou. At the very same time, he pumped forth his contribution, which to his delight, splattered Saitou’s midsection, and then slopped off of his lover and dripped back onto himself.

Together they collapsed, out of breath, but in sync once again.

“Hey Saitou?”

“Hmn?”

“I didn’t get to look at your ass.”

“Hmn.” Saitou turned and slipped his arm under the crook of Sano’s neck and pulled his mate closer to him. He took the liberty to plant a solid kiss just below Sano’s earlobe, and then he whispered, “Ahou.”

Their lips came together once again in their afterglow, as did their hearts.
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