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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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* Dango – Sweet dumpling.

“You disobeyed me last night Nakuyo,” said Horie as he stretched his muscles to awaken them under the covers of his bedding, and then he let out a wide yawn, in a rather lazy fashion.

Nakuyo stirred, half asleep, but as his dream faded and reality took hold of his senses, Nakuyo opened his eyes to see that Horie was lying next to him, at face with him. Quickly, Nakuyo jerked his body to a seated position, unintentionally yanking the top covers from Horie.

“Nakuyo! Calm down. You are exposing me to the morning chill!”, Horie scolded the shaken young man.

“Please forgive me Horie-sama,” said Nakuyo as he adjusted the covers to envelop Horie, as it was before his panic. “I didn’t know where I was for a second there. Forgive me.”

Horie chuckled, “It is understandable. However, I am not sure if I understand why it was that you chose to disobey me last night,” repeated Horie.

Nakuyo sat still for a moment and thought. He quickly recalled his evening spent with Horie the night before, but he failed to remember displeasing his lord. “I’m sorry Horie-sama, but I am not sure what you are referring to,” Nakuyo said. He definitely didn’t want come out and ask Horie what he had done wrong, but he knew he was expected to at least inquire, so to avoid repeating the offense he inquired, “What have I done to displease you?”

“Hisomu,” Horie said.

Nakuyo looked at Horie questionably. “Horie-sama? I do not understand.”

With a loud sigh Horie went on to explain. “I specifically requested that you refer to me as Hisomu when we are being intimate.”

Nakuyo held his hand up to his mouth and gasped. “You are right! I failed to do as you requested.” Nakuyo scurried to his knees and bowed, touching his forehead to the futon. “Please, Horie-sama… Please forgive me. I couldn’t help myself. I wasn’t in my right mind.”

“Oh you weren’t? And why was that?” Horie asked as he captured the young man’s hand with his own and pulled Nakuyo closer to him.

“Well…” Nakuyo hesitated to explain his reasons for disobeying Horie. He positioned himself inside the crook of Horie’s strong arm and rested his head upon Horie’s shoulder.

Horie waited for Nakuyo to settle in against the side of his body. He appreciated the warmth of Nakuyo’s naked flesh upon his, and he relished the sensations it caused him to have, and then he urged the young man to continue, “I am waiting to hear your explanation.”

Nakuyo inhaled deeply and slowly exhaled. “Well, I had never felt those feelings before, and when you had asked me to refer to you by another name, I was very surprised. To be honest, you asking me to use that name was what made me feel so good. It made me feel too good and I don’t remember what I had said afterward, actually.”

“Is that so?” Horie snickered, feeling a little prideful to have caused his page to experience such ecstasy. “Then perhaps I can let this incident go and not punish you for disobeying me.”

“Punish me?” Nakuyo questioned.

“Yes, of course. Disobedience deserves punishment, wouldn’t you agree?”

Nakuyo thought for a bit, and then shrugged his shoulders and said, “Not if it means punishing me.”

Horie couldn’t help but laugh at Nakuyo’s comment. At that moment, the sun splashed pastel colors across the sky as it announced the new day’s dawning. Horie sat up to view its beauty and pulled the bedding covers around his shoulder. He welcomed Nakuyo’s smaller frame next to him, and set his arm around the young man as they both stared off into the horizon.

“Magnificent!” Horie exclaimed as he pulled his page closer against his side.

Nakuyo was in awe at the breathtaking view. “Look at how the sun chases away the shadows on the woods below,” said Nakuyo as he pointed down toward the vast landscape.

“Hmmm, yes. It reminds me how you seem to chase the dark shadows from my day Nakuyo.”

“It does? I mean, I do?”

Horie looked at his page and nodded. “Indeed you do,” he said.

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

Saitou was still undecided about what to do concerning his sons’ need to have their father with them. It was obvious that they adored him, and Saitou found himself looking forward to spending time with them, yet he believed that his spending time with Tokio would definitely strain his relationship with Sano.

With gathered clothes under his arm, Saitou set out from the bathhouse to begin another day at crime fighting. There were many cases pending, the priority being—Horie’s drug and weapons ring. Tokyo suffered its normal amount of crime on a daily basis as any other city its size, however with Horie’s headquarters located somewhere in the darkness where evil flourished, the crime load seemed to be tipping the scales. There was more opium apparent on the streets, which meant more robberies, theft, assaults, and the like.

Saitou entered the dorm room to set his clean laundry down, and he wasn’t surprised to see Sano sprawled out and still asleep. He shook his head and murmured, “Get a job, Sanosuke,” and turned to exit the room.

“I heard that,” said Sano as Saitou slid the door open.

“You’re awake?”

“Of course I’m awake. I have a bunch of stuff I need to get done for Kenshin today. If your old fart brain is anywhere close to where it should be, you’d remember that I’m working good and hard here at the dojo for my room and board.” Sano sat up on his futon. “You’re leaving kind of early this morning, aren’t you?”

“There’s work to be done,” Saitou replied as he slid his sword-prop to the right location on his waist belt.

Sano sat there and watched his mate ready himself for the day. Saitou was strikingly appealing in his uniform, which Sano visually appreciated. The stirring that rubbed up against the side of his leg announced the fact that Sano’s interest in Saitou involved more than just admiration.

“Hey,” Sano solicited Saitou’s attention in a sensual tone.

Saitou recognized the tone immediately, yet he chose to ignore his mate and continued to adjust his sword’s harness around his waist.

“Come on Saitou, you know how I get when I see you dressed that way. Let’s do it before you go. Just something quick.” Sano reached down between his legs and took up his erection, for he wore no gi to bed the night before. “Mmmmm, Saito, join me.”

Saitou set his eyes upon his sexually aroused mate. The young man’s body begged for attention as Saitou watched Sano play with his cock. “Ahou, can you not see that I am on my way out?”

“Yeah, yeah. You don’t fool me. I can see that you are interested in this,” said Sano while he pushed his hips forward while holding his aroused manhood in his hand.

Saitou’s eyes locked onto Sano’s pride, and then he said, “Is that all you have on your mind?” Saitou stood there, unable to take his eyes away from Sano’s playful hand. “Hmmm,” murmured Saitou. “You do look quite inviting.” Saitou licked his lips, as a wolf would have done when eyeing his prey.

“I knew you’d bite,” said Sano as though he had already conquered.

“Is that so? I did not say anything about partaking in your lust-filled escapade, I was merely describing how you appeared to me sitting there in the nude, handling yourself,” said Saitou.

“Oh yeah?” Sano leaned his back against the wall. “And how do you feel about this?” Sano challenged by spreading his legs with bended knees, giving Saitou a better view of his offering.

Saitou licked his lips once again at the very sight of Sano’s nude body exposed to him in such a tantalizing fashion. “Damn you, Sanosuke,” he said as he set his hand against the front of his groin to calm his awakened manhood.

“Come and get this. This baby’s yours for the taking,” Sano sang out his tempting invitation.

A knock at the door immediately pulled Saitou’s attention from Sano.

“It’s time to replace your Saitou hat with your Fujita cap. Your carriage awaits,” Cho announced on the other side of the door.

“Fuck!” Sano snapped out loud.

“Easy Sanosuke. I am running behind schedule and will be late if I don’t leave.”

Again from behind the door came a reminder, “The commissioner does not like to wait. Nope, the commissioner would be in a dang foul mood if he was kept waiting. Yep, really bad mood…”

“Shut the fuck up!” Sano shouted as his temper got the best of him and quenched his mood for intimacy.

“Cover up, Sanosuke,” instructed Saitou as he turned and slid the door open.

“Aaah, there you are,” said Cho with a nod. “We just may make it on time after all.”

“Hmn,” Saitou nodded his greeting and stepped out onto the landing. “Lead on.”

“Right. We will more than likely make up for lost time on the carriage ride over to the precinct,” Cho said as he stepped off the landing.

A little disappointed that he and Sano were interrupted, Saitou peeked into the dorm room before he slid the door shut. There, on the futon sat his mate with a look of disappointment written across his face.

Sano watch the door slowly slide to a close. His balls still ached with anticipation, but his cock showed disappointment as well, for it had lost its will to remain inflated. “Fuck you Saitou,” Sano muttered in the empty room. “And fuck you too Cho! You asshole!”

Sano was frustrated, to say the least. A part of him felt as though he was an outsider in Saitou’s life. Yet another part of him knew that he occupied a side of the wolf that hardly anyone was aware of. However, that didn’t keep Sano from feeling neglected. He had always felt that he was second to Saitou’s job. And now with Tokio, Saito’s ex-wife apparently becoming an active part of the picture, Sano’s insecurity welled within.

“Shit, I can’t sit around here and mope about this,” said Sano in a raised voice. “I’m getting the hell out of here.”

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Mochi Hana had been stalking three of Horie’s men for two days, but to her, it seemed like a lifetime. “Bastard,” she spat. “I’ll see to your death if it is the last thing I do on this earth.” She was seething with hostility toward Horie and she was afraid it was getting the best of her, for Mochi Hana was not able to think on anything else but revenge.

Movement outside of the building caught Mochi Hana’s attention, which brought her to her feet in a hurry. She was rather weary after days of following Horie’s men around. It seemed to her that they were up to something, but what? She moved in closer, in hopes that she could catch wind of what the men were saying. She heard plain enough to make out the whereabouts they were planning for a future meeting with Horie, just right outside the city. Her heart was pounding so hard that it almost felt like she was about to witness her own heart attack.

The men continued to talk, but moved out of Mochi Hana’s hearing range. She had gotten the information she needed and turned to leave the scene. She scaled the side of the building with ease and caught a figure crouched in the shadows of the awning under a tree branch. If she hadn’t had the seventh-sense of a ninja, the figure in the shadows would have gone unnoticed. The last thing that Mochi Hana wanted was to make a scene, so she quickly darted off in another direction to avoid a confrontation.

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

“Hell, I don’t see why I have to file everything in this damn precinct. This ain’t even my stuff to begin with,” said Cho in his usual complaining tone.

“It isn’t for you to decide what, or what not to do here,” replied Saitou as he handed Cho another stack of paperwork of closed cases. “I want Horie’s case closed as well,” Saitou nodded at the stack of shut cases.

“Yeah, that son-of-a-bitch won’t get away with shit like that. Why he continues to run that path, only hell knows. Deep down, Horie’s like everyone else, but that dude has got some issues!”

“Issues, or not, there are no excuses for scum to get rich off what doesn’t belong to them in the first place.”

“Yes sir! I hear you on that!” Cho exclaimed with a clenched fist raised before him. “And, we’re here to rescue those innocent people!”

“Enough Cho.”

“Rescue them from evil, even if we have to go to hell and back to do it!”

“Enough Cho.”

“Even if our lives be on the line…”

“CHO!”

Cho caught himself and saluted, as he stood erect as a statue. “I’m sorry Fujita-sir,” he said, “I guess I got carried away.”

Saitou shook his head from side to side.

“Excuse me…” A familiar, tiny voice sounded in the background near the large office’s entry door.

“Tokio-san,” Saitou acknowledged.

“Huh?” Cho questioned as he turned to face the tiny-framed woman.

“I hope I did not come at a bad time Goro-san, but what I need to speak to you about cannot wait,” Tokio said to Saitou as she bowed humbly.

It was Cho’s first time seeing the secretive spouse of Saitou, for Cho had never heard Saitou talk about his ex-wife, or anything about his personal life, for that matter. “Is this the Tokio that I haven’t met yet?”

Saitou rolled his eyes and said, “If you know you have not met the woman, then this Tokio must be the woman you have not met. Do you think you can share more of your wisdom with us, Cho?”

“I’m sorry sir,” said Cho, and then he turned to Tokio and bowed.

“A pleasure to meet you madam,” Cho said with much respect.

Tokio returned a bow. “Thank you, Cho-san,” she said, and then quickly faced Saitou again.

“Come Tokio, into my office where we can speak freely,” Saito said gesturing toward the attached room behind them.

“What you got in the basket?” questioned Cho.

“CHO!” Saitou barked.

“I’m sorry sir, but it seems to smell like mochi. I was just curious,” Cho said in defense shrugging his shoulders.

“This way Tokio-san,” said Saitou.

He turned and began walking toward his office expecting Tokio to immediately follow at his heels. She did not. Instead, she reached into the basket and pulled out a wrapped bundle and handed it to Cho.

“Please enjoy,” Tokio said to Cho, and then she bowed.

“Golly! Why, thank you madam…. I mean, Tokio-san. I sure do appreciate this." Cho brought the neatly wrapped item to his nose for a sniff. “Ooooweee! This smells like a piece of heaven!”

“Enjoy it as such,” said Tokio.

She quickly walked to Saitou who had been watching Cho’s deliberate gentleman’s act, which had him rolling his eyes once again.

“Cho, we are not to be disturbed,” Saitou said as he held the door open for Tokio to pass through.

Cho clicked his heels together as though he was in the military, and then he bowed and watched the door shut behind Saitou. He looked at the bundle in his hand and smacked his lips.

“I hope everything is in order with the boys? Tsutomu and Tsuyoshi? Saitou asked, the look of concern written across his face.

“Please, I did not mean to worry you. The boys are fine.”

Instead of sitting behind his desk as Saitou normally would do when he received visitors in his office, he leaned against the front of his desk to face Tokio, giving her his complete attention. Of course, Tokio appreciated this, for too many times during their marriage, Saitou was accused of taking nothing more than indifferent interest over Tokio’s concerns.

“Tsutomu is becoming rebellious, even disrespectful toward his brother, Tsuyoshi,” sighed Tokio. “As a matter of fact, this all happened after your first recent visit. I thought it was going to pass, but after your second visit, his behavior has gotten worse.”

“I see,” Saitou said with a sigh.

Tokio nodded, and then said, “Yes. Unfortunately that is not all there is to this. Yesterday, I kindly asked Tsutomu to take Tsuyoshi to relieve himself. Tsutomu refused to do it straight out. In response to my questioning him about it, Tsutomu said that if his father is not living at home, he is the head of the house and such work is below him.”

This time, Saitou added a heavier huff to his sigh, “I see,” he repeated, for he felt somewhat responsible for Tsutomu’s behavior.

“Here, please have some of this,” Tokio offered a *dango after unwrapping it. “I made this especially for you, the way you like it. Less sweet than usually made.”

“Ahhh yes! It’s been awhile since I’ve had good dango, and I’ve often found myself craving for the ones you make, which are perfect. Saitou halted his words and observed Tokio’s distressed expression resulting from Saitou’s mention of the good times they’d shared during their marriage. “Forgive me, I don’t mean to be insensitive.”

Right outside of Saitou’s office Cho quickly worked, so he could rid himself of the seemingly endless amount of paper work that had to be filed. The sooner he was done with it, the sooner he could get on with, in his opinion, ‘real work.’ However, an appearance interrupted his repetitious flow.

“What in hell’s name? What are you doing here RoosterHead?” Cho blurted as Sano nonchalantly strolled into the outer office space.

“Since when did it become your business to stick your nose in my business with Saitou?” Sano barked back at Cho and continued on his route toward Saitou’s office.

“I wouldn’t go in there if I were you. He’ll be pissed,” Cho warned, though deep down, he actually wanted to encourage Sano to enter Saitou’s office without being announced. It was the perfect setup for an interesting outcome. “He specifically asked not to be disturbed when he went in there,” said Cho knowing that Sano would not be able to settle for that explanation. If anything, it would definitely encourage Sano to disregard the orders Saitou might have given Cho.

“Well BroomHead, that wouldn’t apply to me. Saitou and I have something deeper than office protocol,” Sano said sarcastically, and then he opened the door to Saitou’s domain—unannounced.

Sano’s jaw dropped as he observed his lover’s mouth being preened by a woman. The slow movement of her finger at the corner of Saitou’s mouth forced Sano to bolster keeping his composure.

“Sanosuke!” Saitou blurted vehemently and immediately caught Tokio’s wrist, removing her attempt at removing a speck of dango at the corner of his mouth.

“Apparently Cho was right. You have every reason for not wanting to be disturbed,” Sano said curtly.

Tokio turned to observe the very handsome young man vented his anger toward Saitou. She pulled her wrist free from Saitou’s grip, looked him and said, “I don’t understand, Goro-san.”

“Sanosuke…” Saitou said again with obvious distressed tainting his tone.

“Bastard,” was all Sano said before he turned and shut the door behind him. He stormed through the outer office, not wanting a confrontation with Cho. It was the last thing on the planet that he wanted to happen.

Cho silently watched Sano hail through the room like an angry storm ready to burst open. Even Cho didn’t harbor malice toward Sano, for if he did, the opportunity was right there before Cho to throw salt upon Sano’s open wound. He watched Sano dart for the exit, obviously infuriated, and in Cho’s opinion, Sano was definitely headed for trouble.

Back in Saitou’s office Tokio simply stared into Saitou’s blank, expressionless eyes. “A problem, Goro-san?” She gently asked her ex-husband knowing by experience how to speak to Saitou during such moments.

“Hmm,” Saitou hummed and nodded. “I am afraid there is a problem.”

“Goro-san?” Tokio said as she peered into Saitou’s golden windows. “Is the young man the reason why you are away from your boys?” Tokio forced herself to ask, perhaps to quiet the knowing intuition she felt gnawing in the center pit of her being. “Is this like…” she hesitated, and then set her hand upon Saitou’s arm and gave it another try. “Is this young man like the man you loved during the days you spent as part of the Shinsengumi?”

Saitou shut his eyes and lowered his head, as though he felt the weight of the world upon his shoulders right then. Then he nodded. “Yes. Yes Tokio, it is the same.”

“I understand now Goro-san.”

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

Sano’s heart was laden with grief as he ran into the roadway, not really caring which direction he fled. All he wanted was to get as far away from the precinct as he possibly could right then. Nothing made any sense to him. Nothing. The throb within his chest was almost unbearable, and Sano’s stomach churned with excess bile of disgust. At that moment, the young man wanted life to end, for he knew that there was no competing with the mother of Saitou’s children.

After spending sometime running through the roadways and alleys, Sano halted dead in his tracks. If only he could cry, he thought. Cry and let out the emotions that were building within. Terrible feelings that seemed to be choking him—he couldn’t breathe. “Where are my tears?”

“Nomiya!” Sano shouted. “I need a fucking drink!”
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