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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 caressed his page’s young body under his fingertips. Nakuyo had exceptionally soft, flawless skin for a young man, which was more than likely the result of living a sheltered life amongst the monks at the temple. Nakuyo never took upon his almost flawless flesh the harsh sun as a field worker. Instead, the young man was devoted to serving the monks by preparing their meals for them, and he had spent a good part of his life learning the art of bonsai nurturing.

“Mmmm,” breathed Horie, “your flesh is good enough to eat." Horie parted the lapels of Nakuyo’s collar and slid his fingers over the page’s taut nipples. “Yes, these are simply divine. Such masterpieces.” He parted Nakuyo’s lapels even wider for a better look, drinking in the texture of his page’s young skin with his eyes.

Suddenly, out of nowhere it seemed, a chilling wind blew across their bodies rattling the bamboo behind them, which sent the singing buntings to flight. “The birds are finally leaving to roost for the night,” Horie said as the cool breezed nipped at his exposed legs and arms. “It would be best if we prepare ourselves as well.”

“The sun is almost below the horizon, do you think it is wise to walk that ledge in the dark?” Nakuyo asked.

Horie let out an amused chuckle. “This be our roost for the night my page,” said Horie as he pointed to the trail, slightly beyond the creaking bamboo. “I gave Koji the task to prepare our bedroll for the night. The sunrise from that location is breathtaking. I would like for you to see it.”

Was this really the man that panicked even the strongest swordsmen? Nakuyo couldn’t help wondering about Horie’s tremendous change in personality. The behavior of the underground lord was far from normal, yet Nakuyo wasn’t able to stop trembling. It wasn’t the chill in the air that caused him to go frail, but Horie’s touch pulled every ounce of resisting strength from him. Not that Nakuyo wanted to resist. In fact, Nakuyo felt drawn to Horie, as though there was some sort of vacuum between he and his lord that pulled at every part of him.

“I would very much like to see the sunrise too,” said Nakuyo with a slight quiver to his voice.

“Then we shall,” Horie exclaimed as he clapped his knee with his open hand, and then quickly stood to his feet. He reached for Nakuyo with an open palm, “Shall we?”

“Yes!” Nakuyo replied cheerfully, grasped Horie’s inviting hand, and was quickly hoisted to his feet. He looked up into Horie’s dark brown eyes and noticed that the outline of his lord’s face had softened, and the hard ridges between Horie’s eyes were fled.

“This way then,” Horie said, and he led Nakuyo through a path that was hedged by moss-covered boulders and tall tufted grass that swished gracefully in the wind.

The sun was almost buried by the mountain ridge behind them as they arrived at a little pavilion. The structure was constructed of bamboo and tied together with, what appeared to Nakuyo as, silken cord of various colors. The structure was quaint, yet elegant, for there set upon its floor was a luxurious set of futons, covered by, what had to be, very costly, velvety fabric.

“Horie-sama,” Nakuyo gasped at the elaborate arrangement, “this place looks like it awaits the emperor himself!”

Amused, Horie let out a rare, hearty laugh. “Page, you enable me to forget about everything else, for I no longer see things through my eyes when you are with me. I see things anew!” Horie nodded to the pavilion and said, “Go on, there is sake in the bin, as well as some food. Pour for us and I will light the lamps.”

“Yes my lord,” Nakuyo said obediently and bolted forward to carry out Horie’s order. There was indeed a lot of food in the container that Koji packed for them, along with a few bottles of sake, and even sweets. He selected an array of nibbles, set them out on a serving tray alongside the sake, and then he carried the service to the front of the pavilion where the zabutons were neatly aligned on the tatami flooring. It was the perfect location to view the moonscape. With care, Nakuyo poured the sweet rice wine into Horie’s golden receptacle.

The candle-lanterns lit all four corners of the pavilion and sent forth a dreamlike ambiance that enveloped everything within the pavilion. Horie settled on the smooth, velvet-covered zabuton and anticipated the best to come.

“Horie-sama,” Nakuyo spoke softly offering Horie his drink.

“Hmn,” Horie nodded and received the smooth wine with gladness. He had waited all day to settle with his page in the evening’s offering of quietness and peace of mind. No more summons, or requests, but simple tranquility. Was there such a place for Horie, being who he was? Horie was beginning to believe so, as he was finding it to be true with Nakuyo by his side.

“Is the sake to your liking?” Nakuyo asked.

Horie looked into Nakuyo’s eyes, and then he let out a long sigh releasing the remaining tension from his shoulders. “Yes, the sake is to my liking.” Horie’s grin shown brightly even in the quick retreat of the remaining sunlight. The night painted the setting with darkness, except for the four flickering candle lanterns. “Here, pour me more,” Horie requested as he held the receptacle in front of Nakuyo.

Nakuyo poured obediently, but then, he was very surprised when Horie held the receptacle to his lips.

“Go ahead, drink,” Horie prompted.

“From your golden drink?” Nakuyo asked.

Horie chuckled, “Yes, of course, drink. Before it spills—drink.”

“Thank you,” Nakuyo nodded with respect. He then set his lips to the receptacle and tasted the sweet rice wine as it poured over his tongue. With a slurp from his lips, Nakuyo took the entire portion into his mouth.

“Ahhh yes, your lips are delicious when they’re wet,” said Horie as he eyed the tiny bead of sake that remained at the corner of Nakuyo’s lip. “I especially like seeing your lips wet when I make them so myself.”

Nakuyo blushed a little knowing exactly what his lord was referring to.

“You are shy about that, Nakuyo-san?”

The blush across Nakuyo’s cheeks grew even more. “No. I’m not shy at all.”

“Is that so? Then why are you turning all shades of red as we speak? Hmmm?”

Nakuyo frowned with determination. He drew his lips together as tight as he possibly could. The frustration burned within him, for Nakuyo wanted his lord to recognize other qualities that yearned to be expressed. He believed himself to be much more than the meek, quiet person Horie believed him to be when they first met at the monastery. He wanted desperately to say something. Anything. However, Nakuyo had no clue as to what it was that he could say to get Horie to see his real, true nature.

“Come now,” Horie said interrupting Nakuyo’s anxious thoughts. “Sit right next to me and pour me another.”

It was the first time Nakuyo failed to respond to Horie’s wishes with immediate attention. He simply sat there on his heels staring at the sake bottle in his hands.

“Nakuyo— Sake.”

Nakuyo bit his bottom lip, obviously at unrest with the turmoil within.

“What is the matter? It cannot be that you did not hear my request,” Horie questioned his seemingly dazed page. “Nakuyo!”

Nakuyo raised his eyes to look directly into Horie’s and forced the words to flow from his lips. “I am not shy,” he said. “Nor am I afraid!”

“Afraid?” Horie asked. “Afraid of what? I don’t remember mentioning anything about being afraid.”

Nakuyo set the bottle of sake down beside them, and then he looked squarely at Horie, once again determined. “Forgive me Horie-sama, but I believe that you think that I am afraid of…” Nakuyo stalled.

“Go on,” Horie prompted. “What are you trying to say? I am curious, and I will excuse your disobedience just this once, only because I wish to know what this is all about. What has come over you?”

“Again, forgive me…”

“Forgive you for wha…” Horie was surprised to have his wrist clasped in Nakuyo’s hand, and then in an instant following, Nakuyo’s body pressed against his. “Naku…” Another attempt to comment failed as Nakuyo’s quick tongue dashed straight into his mouth. Horie abandoned the idea of resistance and surrendered to his page in a deep kiss. “Hmmmmmn,” Horie hummed through his nostrils as Nakuyo’s tongue danced around his in search for a sensual response.

Nakuyo didn’t stop there. Instead, he pushed Horie backward until he was positioned directly above his lord. His manner of kissing became urgent, and pushed onward for more. Horie was elated, for he had always been the more aggressive in coupling. Nakuyo’s initialing came to him as a very pleasant surprise, which he wasn’t about to refuse.

The couple hadn’t made it to their futon, but it didn’t matter to either of them, for Nakuyo desired to embellish his lord’s body with kisses, sucks, and very hungry laps with his tongue and lips. He had never felt like that before—never. Yet his sensual actions came to him as naturally as taking each breath. His hands smoothly wandered over Horie’s heated skin causing his hunger to increase, and the desire to taste the fleshly pod that encased his lord’s rippling muscles had become maddening.

“Mmmmn,” Horie moaned with obvious, intense pleasure, and then he whispered, “Nakuyo, you surprise me…. Ahhhh, you surprise me indeed.”

Nakuyo enjoyed the incredible sensations his tongue was causing him to have as he slid it down Horie’s neck. It was hard for him to believe that he was finding pleasure in caressing a man’s throat with his tongue, yet he was losing himself to his newfound passion for taboo. Nakuyo didn’t want to hold back, not when it all felt that wonderful. The mere thought that he had even gotten that far with the lord of the underworld had Nakuyo feeling like he had accomplished something he otherwise would never have felt. He was overwhelmed with everything that was happening, and loving every second of it.

Horie was beside himself with a feeling that he had never experienced before. Someone, as innocent and mild tempered as Nakuyo was working his body as noone had ever done in Horie’s sexual life. Neither woman, nor man had ever caused Horie to give himself over to whatever it was that pleased his partner. Horie had always been in control, and if he didn’t feel that he had control, it would not have been for long, for he would find anyway to get control.

Nakuyo worked his way down Horie’s chest as though he had done so countless times before, but in reality, this was Nakuyo’s very first time in taking a man. Taking anyone, for that matter, for up until that point, Nakuyo had never shared in sexual bliss with anyone. Living all his life at a monastery, surrounded by monks practically every minute of the day, made it very difficult to enjoy any type of sensual play. Except for what he enjoyed in his mind during late night self-explorations, the young man had no real experience.

“Haaah,” sighed Horie in utter pleasure. “Nakuyo, what is it that you are having me feel?” Horie lowered his hands onto Nakuyo’s head as he gave himself over to sheer delight when Nakuyo’s mouth closed around his sensitive nipple. Horie raked Nakuyo’s hair away from his chest, so that he could better see what it was that Nakuyo was doing to him to make him feel so amazingly wonderful. “Your tongue— It takes me far from here, my page. Oooh.”

Nakuyo realized that Horie had moved his hair to watch him tongue his lord’s nipple. He noticed, from the corner of his eye, how Horie watched with focused interest at every movement he made. Instead of being intimidated about that, Nakuyo felt intense excitement. It was as though he was performing a glorious dance for his lord. Yes, Nakuyo felt overwhelming joy to pleasure Horie in that way.

Indeed, Nakuyo danced himself across the crevasses of Horie’s chest plates, and settled his lips upon the other flesh peak that seemed to call out for his attention. He heard his lord’s moan when he sucked the nipple into his mouth, and as his teeth scraped across the delicate flesh, Horie’s groan became guttural. The passionate sounds were enough to cause Nakuyo’s manhood to throb with desire. He was driven, but couldn’t explain where the energy was coming from. Nakuyo simply did what came so naturally to him. He ceased to question why, but instead, he surrendered himself to its current.

Although Horie had planned to ravage his page that night, the thought of deflowering Nakuyo was far from being a priority as it was earlier that day, for the young man was engendering pleasure beyond anything Horie had ever experienced. In truth, Horie didn’t care about much of anything right then. The only thing that mattered to him was what was going on at that moment. Horie’s mind was totally relaxed, and altogether submersed in what Nakuyo was doing.

Nakuyo tongued his way down to the crest of Horie’s pelvis. He playfully pulled at his lord’s pubes between his lips, and then began to polish the base of Horie’s cock with his tongue.

“Ohhh, damn this is insanity!” Horie shouted and pressed his palms into Nakuyo’s head as though to signal his page to keep going and orally seize his cock. “Mmmm… Ssssssspt,” Horie sipped air between his teeth as he felt Nakuyo’s wet tongue slither up the bottom of his cock, and slide back down, barely making contact with the sensitive crown of his cock. Horie wanted more than anything to take control and cram his cock into his page’s mouth. He wanted to fuck Nakuyo’s oral passage with abandoned mercy. Instead, Horie held steady, quite enjoying the fact that he wasn’t in control. For once in his life, Horie found the pleasure in surrendering.

Nakuyo rose back onto his heels, and with Horie’s swollen, solid shaft in his clutch Nakuyo straddled Horie, at face with his lord. He adjusted his position until their cocks were both resting in his hands. He looked at Horie, lying there under him appearing to be willing to do anything that Nakuyo wanted.

“Am I pleasing to you Horie-sama?”

“For now, refer to me as Hisomu,” Horie said as he thrust his cock against Nakuyo’s excited manhood. “When we are together in this manner, you are to call me, Hisomu,” Horie thrust again. “Do you understand me?”

Nakuyo was elated. He could barely believe what he was hearing. His heart pounded, his temples throbbed, and he was very close to spilling his seed right then at Horie’s request. Nakuyo gasped, “I’m sorry, but you have just made me reach the threshold. How is it that I may enable myself to call you, …Hisomu?”

“I want to hear you say my name when we are together like this Nakuyo, and you shall do what it is I want. I want to hear you call on my name during rapture, I must hear it,” said Horie as he continued to thrust into Nakuyo’s hands, and against his page’s ready cock.

“Yes, Hisomu…”

Horie pumped faster. “What did you say?”

“I said, yes…. Hisomu.”

“Hold on to us Nakuyo,” Horie ordered rather urgently. “Whatever you do, do not let go.”

“Yes… Hisomu,” Nakuyo replied obediently. His cock was being rubbed wildly by Horie, and the friction that his lord’s thrusts were causing brought Nakuyo to the very edge of ecstasy.

“What is my name?” Horie shouted this time.

“Hisomu,” Nakuyo shouted just as loudly.

“Do you understand what it is I want?” Horie rammed his cock against Nakuyo’s as the page held both of their cocks tightly in his grip with both of his hands.

“Yesssss Horie… Yes! OH Horie!!! Oh, oh… Ahggh… HORIEEEE!”

Out from Nakuyo’s cock poured forth a fountain of froth as he rode Horie’s gate blow him, pounding against his cock as it slid through his hands.

“Hold on Nakuyo!” Horie shouted again, and then rammed his cock quickly into Nakuyo’s grip. He felt his page’s hot, spent seed enveloping his cock, taking him beyond the realm of resistance. Both of Horie’s hands grabbed Nakuyo’s thighs and pulled them against him in one last, powerful thrust, and then he erupted. “Oh… gah… damn!!!” Horie exploded and poured forth his abundant seed to mix with Nakuyo’s. Horie practically sat erect as he unloaded a massive amount of his essence.

It didn’t matter in the least that Nakuyo was still holding onto his virginity. Although Horie’s goal that evening was to deflower his page, it was Horie who had been ravished. This was unexpected, but to Horie’s delight, he had found something in his page that meant more to him than just another person to lord over.

Horie fell backward once again, and he let out a grand whale of a laugh. He crossed his arms over his abdomen, as his mirth expressed more than merriment.

Nakuyo didn’t quite understand his lord’s behavior, but ‘laughter is contagious,’ as the saying goes, which led the young man to join in on the jollity as he laid himself down beside Horie.

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“I know that you are worried about your sister,” Cho said trying to comfort Mitsu, “and we can count on Aoshi and Mochi Hana too. They’ll not stop looking until Ichie is found."

Mitsu raised her eyes to meet Cho’s, and she smiled, or at least she thought she smiled, but Cho could see that Mitsu was heartbroken.

“How could Ichie do such a thing? Why did she just run off like that?” Mitsu questioned out loud, not meaning to aim the question at Cho, but desiring to sort it all out in her mind in order to find some answers.

“Listen here purty lady,” Cho said as he took Mitsu’s arms into his hands to get her to face him.

“I am listening,” said Mitsu with her huge brown eyes twinkling up at him.

“Well, I was gonna save this until a better time, but hell. There is no better time than the present, right?”

“If you say so, Cho-san,” Mitsu agreed rather sweetly.

Cho quickly trotted to the other side of the room, and out from his travel bag he brought a silken pouch and handed it over to Mitsu.

“Cho?” Mitsu questioned.

“Go on,” Cho prompted. "Look inside the bag."

“All right, but you shouldn’t have.”

“Well hell, I know it isn’t at all what Horie…”

Mitsu cut Cho off with a snap, “Cho-san! Never compare yourself with Horie-sama. If you should ever do so again, I will not forgive you!”

“Hey, hey, purty lady,” Cho immediately took Mitsu into his arms. “I didn’t mean anything by that, but I’d be the first to confess that next to Horie, I feel that I don’t have anything to offer you. And… well hell, you was once Horie’s woman. The lord of the underworld, and he showered you with imported treasures.”

“Cho-san, please. Horie took all that he has by killing, and marketing destructive and evil things. Everything he offered me came with a price, and none of it came from his heart.”

Cho set his mouth against Mitsu’s ear, “All I have to offer you little lady, is my heart.” He planted a warm kiss against her earlobe, and then added, “Oh yes, and this,” he gestured at the silk pouch that Mitsu had clutched in her hands.

“Oh yes, I wonder what this could be,” Mitsu’s smile returned to her face.

“Go on,” Cho prompted again, the excitement shown in his eye.

Excited as well, Mitsu unraveled the pouch’s opening and reached her tiny hand into its silken quarters. “Cho-san!” Mitsu gasped with obvious glee. “Oh Cho-san, this is beautiful!” Out of the pouch she pulled out a hair comb made of turtle shell. She quickly handed it over to Cho. “Please, you be the one to set it in my hair.”

“Well Mitsu, that isn’t all I wanted to give you,” Cho said shyly.

“It’s not? You mean there is more?”

Cho nodded, and then he took both of Mitsu’s hands into his own and said with all sincerity, “I want to give myself to you, with the promise of protecting you, always and forever. I will care for you no matter what the situation we may have to face, but I promise, you will never feel unloved again.”

“Oh Cho-san,” said Mitsu, and then she fell straight into Cho’s arms.

“Hey, hey purty lady, this can’t be that bad. Don’t cry.”

Mitsu looked up into Cho’s face with adoration and giggled. “These aren’t tears of sadness Cho-san. I’ve never been so happy in all my life!”

Cho pulled Mitsu from him briefly, so that he was able to peer into her wide eyes. “Are you tellin’ me that you want me to be your man? And… You don’t mind being my woman?”

“Ha!” Mitsu said happily with a big nod.

“Well WhoooooWeeeee! I’m set up in heaven for life!”

That day was the happiest for Cho. He had always wanted to share his life, and his heart with someone special. Mitsu took possession of that special place in Cho’s life, which meant that they would live the rest of their lives together, and belong to one another forever. Cho knew that they were the luckiest people in Japan, for there weren’t many who were able to come together from the chambers of love.

“I love you Akatsuki, Mitsu.”

That night, Cho found his purpose to live
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