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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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Sano had gotten himself pathetically drunk after he left the precinct, and he continued to tilt the sake bottle at the nomiya. The establishment’s dark atmosphere, and the seemingly questionable patrons littering both inside as well as the outside of the venue, all of which certainly suited Sano’s foul mood. Yet, Sano was unusually quiet that evening as though his mind and his heart was still in shock over what he witnessed between Saitou and that woman.

Sitting beside him, a small framed, dark complexioned man continued to eye Sano without saying a word. He just sat there, nearly touching elbows with Sano, not a word uttered between them. Not until the man’s consistent staring got on Sano’s nerves.

“What the fuck are you looking at,” Sano said as his words slurred. “I know I don’t owe you any money, so what the hell gives?”

The man didn’t say a word. Obviously offended, he simply stood from his seat and left the table leaving Sano to snarl at the others seated around him.

“Cut the man some slack shit-head. The guy was just having a drink like the rest of us,” said a broad-shouldered man seated at the neighboring chabudai.

“Fuck you,” growled Sano, obviously looking for a fight to vent some of the anger that was building within.

“Now look at you. I wasn’t asking for any trouble here, but you seem to want to get your two front teeth knocked out your ass via your foul, shitty mouth,” the man growled back at Sano.

Before the man could say anymore, before either of them could utter another word, Sano lashed out in fury. The bottles flew off the chabudai as Sano’s knees pushed them aside as he jumped forward, intending on pulverizing the big mouth ronin. Instead, three men, including the man Sano thought had left just moments before, were on him.

Sano didn’t go down easily at all, for he fought and snarled throughout the entire ordeal.

“Get your fucking hands off of me you…” Sano’s jaw was shut by an impact so hard that for a moment, it rendered Sano blurred and silent.

“Take his hands, and bind them,” said the man who originally left Sano’s side a few moments prior, and who pretended to have been offended. “We’ll get his feet and drag this scrap of shit out,” he said gesturing at the buckled-over young man.

“Right,” said the other man as he tied Sano’s wrists together in no time.

“This sucker’s big,” said another man as he took one of Sano’s legs into his clutches.

“Let’s get him out of here, before this asshole comes to.”

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Time was approaching the scheduled meeting with Horie and his men. Mochi Hana wrapped her hair up into a knot at the top of her head. The strands were still dripping wet from the soothing bath she had decided to take in order to clear her head. She had been feeling terribly lost since Serizawa was slaughtered, but there was comfort for her when she thought on killing Horie.

“It is all your fault Horie, Hisomu,” murmured Mochi Hana under her breath as she thought on her foolishness of having joined with Horie’s band of evil workers in the first place. “Unfortunately for my man and myself, we needed the money. How foolish!”

Mochi Hana struggled to shake the feeling, and then she went off to where she believed the men were meeting. She wanted to get her hands on Horie so badly, that she could almost taste his blood. It was all she thought of during the days, and she dreamt about revenge during the nights. “Damn that man!”

The streets were still hustling with people who were running errands, selling, buying, and carrying on with trade. Mochi Hana wasted no time, for she thought that if she’d run into Horie along the way, it would be even better. She would kill him even before he reached his destination. It was a driving matter to her. Mochi Hana believed that as long as Horie lived, she would find no rest for herself. None.

She weaved out from one alley, and then entered another, until she turned the corner then proceeded down the main roadway where the hustle of daily business clamored with high intensity. Mochi Hana thought it was unusually crowded for being what time it was. There must be some other activity going on that she wasn’t aware of. She edged her way against the thickening crowd. Insanity, she thought.

“Get your stinking, fucking hands OFF of me!” Sano yelled with the four men struggling to keep him from bolting and going after anyone of them.

“You! Shut up!”, one of the men hollered back at Sano and then pulled back his elbow, and like a released arrow from a taut bow threw a mighty punch which landed against the side of Sano’s face.

Mochi Hana gasped recognizing Sano as Fujita Goro’s friend. She was about to spring forward and confront the men, but then she noticed a carriage arriving, which forced some of the bystanders at bay. She halted in her tracks as soon as she saw who was sitting within the cab. “Horie!” Mochi Hana hissed with hateful gritted teeth. There were too many witnesses for Mochi Hana’s revengeful attack. It was broad daylight. She would have to wait.

Horie stepped out of his carriage to investigate the hold up in traffic. To his surprise, the four men that were the cause of the ruckus were his own.

“Gentlemen!”, Horie said as he walked toward the unconscious young man that was surrounded by his men. When he saw Sano he immediately recognized him as one of Fujita Goro’s. “Ahhh, this is an interesting find, if I do say so myself.”

“Tie his legs as well and set him in my cab,” Horie ordered. “I do not want this one to get away.”

“Yes sir,” shouted one of Horie’s men obediently.

The crowd was in awe over the rare sight of Horie. Most of the merchants knew exactly who Horie was. He was known as the man of high, as well as low reputation. Nonetheless, Horie was very much admired due to his wealth and high-to-do lofty appearance. The crowd practically bowed touching the ground as they gave all the room in the world for Horie to pass through. None of them were careless enough to touch Horie’s robe, for fear of their lives.

Horie signaled to one of the men who accompanied him on the way over and said, “You go ahead and keep that meeting with the men. You know what is on my agenda, and I trust that you are able to cover all the details.” He looked over at Sano and licked his lips. “Tell the group that I had another detail to attend to that couldn’t be put off.”

“Yes Horie-sama,” the man bowed.

Mochi Hana caught that much as she stood behind a merchant’s pillar and watched the underground lord give his orders. She planned on following them. She wasn’t about to allow Horie get away from her this time… She…

Out of the clear blue, Mochi Hana was struck behind the head and darkness shrouded her vision in an instant.

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Saitou was exhausted by the end of the day. His mood was tempered short, so he decided it was best for him to go home. For one thing, Saitou didn’t feel much like talking to anyone at the dojo. The thought of having to listen to Sano’s rants—well, wishing to avoid that goes without saying.

The house was musty, overdue a good cleaning. Saitou noticed that all was calm throughout his home. Saitou had developed a habit over the years of carefully going from room-to-room, checking on possible and probable hiding places to avoid ambush. Such practices kept Saitou alive throughout his days with the Shinsengumi, and with the police department. Of course there were the wars, which taught him many priceless survival lessons as well, all of that which had become ingrained in him and molded the person who Saitou had become.

After opening the side doors, as well as the back doors, Saitou poured himself a drink. The tension behind his neck was almost unbearable, and the tightness in his chest—he knew that it was not the result of smoking too many cigarettes. He simply felt tired and weary from life’s toll.

Downing the drink with one gulp, Saitou tossed the receptacle upon the chabudai. “This is not going to cut it,” he said to himself. He then snatched up the entire bottle of the sweet brew by the neck, and then he headed through the pantry, past the wash area and sat, at face with the back garden.

The garden was not much to look at really; the fish that once swamed in the little pond had long died off. All that was left in the murky aquatic environment were adolescent frogs, not quite ready to emerge to face the world outside of their secure pond.

Saitou pulled out a smoke, wetting the tip with his tongue before holding it between his lips to light. The world, he thought— It is a constant changing thing. Today, is not like the days in the little world of the Shinsengumi.

“How things change,” he said aloud as he blew the stream of smoke from his lungs. “Yes, life changes too quickly. Japan simply is not home anymore.” He brought the bottle up to his lips, tilted it upward, and then he drank, gulping the liquid down as though it were the last bottle in Japan.

“Japan,” Saitou called out loud, his voice carried out over his garden. “You’ve changed! You are no longer my Japan, for you belong to…”

His words quenched at his throat as he fought the need to weep, but refused himself the release. He rested his head against the post that he had his back leaning against and stared at the sky. “Why must I be here, Japan?” He asked. “Haven’t I fought for your beauty as a warrior for his queen? Then why do you embrace the west? Why am I here to watch this?”

He blew another stream of smoke into the air and watched it join the clouds above as though it belonged as a part of the sky’s dome. Another few consecutive gulps of the sweet rice wine had Saitou finally relaxed enough to let go of the negative thoughts and visions that were bombarding him. All except one thought…

Saitou let out a tiny whimper; verbally expressing the sorrow he felt within having to experience a loss of a dear friend during the earlier days of his affiliation with the Shinsengumi. Later, he suffered even more loss, more than he cared to remember. However, this one particular loss had Saitou terribly melancholy. Though he wouldn’t admit it to anyone, there was a part of him that longed for the days when he shared himself, for the first time, with a significant other.

Saitou closed his eyes, no longer taking in the full view of the late afternoon sky, but he rather focused on the view in his mind of his long absent lover’s jet-black hair swaying in the sun as it shimmered with highlighted blue hues. Saitou could never find anything that so appealed to his lustful stare than his past lover’s buttocks while it was gently caressed by the seductive swaying of his lover’s long hair ends.

“Ahhh yes,” sighed Saitou as he felt a familiar stir against the side of his leg. The sensual visual made its way past his mind and latched onto his stimulated sexual senses, triggering an erection that seemed to nag him for his attention.

With his eyes still shut, he took the last drag off his nearly burnt out smoke and flicked it to the side, not really caring where it landed, for his groin was demanding to be nudged loose from his suffocating fundoshi. The urge to touch himself only grew steadily as the thoughts of his past lover consumed his mind.

Recalling the first time he kissed his lover was enough to send Saitou’s hand down to his groin and slowly rub his fingers along the outline of his cock. Though there was the fabric between his touch and the smooth skin of his cock, Saitou was very sensitive and enjoyed the muffled sensations. Stimulated, he let out another verbal sound, one full of lust in the form of a groan… a yearning moan for his absent lover.

Those eyes, Saitou thought. Those eyes of a man looking back into his stare were one of the most exciting events for him back then. It was the first time that he realized his male-lover desired him for more than just a casual friend. He could see it coming, even before their first kiss, but he refused to believe it at that time. He had never experienced such a thing before that, but his lover’s expression was carnal, and terribly lustful. He remembered how drawn he was, and how totally it consumed him.

When their lips met for the first kiss, Saitou thought his whole world had stopped. He was young and taken by surprise. He had no idea at the time that his attraction toward a male would end up the way it had. It did, and he had no regrets. Not about his former lover.

It all happened at a time in his life when Saito had thought life was over. It was a tragic thing to happen to him, yet he survived. No, no… The terrible event wasn’t that he fell in love with a male. As a matter of fact, his lover at the time saved him from ruin. It was as though he was rescued by love, and for that, Saitou would be forever grateful. Yes, it was a promise he had made with his former lover to strive for life and truth. To keep living even though death may have been near. He swore an oath to fight for life, simply because life was so short for his lover.

However, Saitou was alone. Striving for life had caused him to lose the three women that played meaningful parts in his life. Aioi, Yaso, and then Tokio, all agonized due to Saitou’s, so-called, pursuit of life. Saitou often thought about how differently life could have been if his lover survived as he had. Saitou believed that he would have been spared a whole lot of grief. If he could have had his way, he would have spent his life to the bitter end on the battlefield, but he had sworn an oath, which had brought him thus far.

Another moan left Saitou’s lips as he thought about all of that, and more. However, his physical body craved release, even though the pleasure would be for just a brief moment, Saitou wanted to depart from the torment of his thoughts, and the ache in his heart.

“Sanosuke,” whispered Saitou into the still air. The sun was setting at that moment, churning the sky with a vast amount of colors. Of course, the reclining sun always reminded Saitou of Sano due to their past encounters under the hued-splattered sky. Their first physical frisk happened in Saitou’s front garden while under the colorful, early evening dome. Clearly he was fond of Sano from the first day he met the young man, and Saitou felt the young man’s absence when they were separated.

“Sanosuke,” Saitou whispered again, and then he slid his hand between his legs to pull his restraining trousers from his tightly, filled sacks. His rather uncomfortable condition down at his groin goes beyond words, for he ached for Sano, for release, and even pained over the loss of his past lover. There was no use trying to resist taking his pained organ into his hand. He knew if he resisted, he would have fought a losing battle. Yes, it was time.

Saitou shifted his weight and leaned his pelvis up to straighten his trouser’s, so that he could unzip, pull his tight fundoshi to one side, and free up his manhood for stimulation. It was a ritual he had done so many times before, but each time brought with it guilt of his failure of not being able to control himself. Saitou strove to stay in control, to be the master of his own soul and spirit, but the sensual lusts of his craving physical part of his triune had him at constant battle with his flesh.

“Haaah,” Saitou said audibly exhausting a puff of air in a rather pleasurable manner. His organ was screaming, release, and his mind reached out for the images that would best get him to the point of deliverance. “Ssssspt,” the air sipped between his clenched teeth as he took his extremely erect manhood in his hand and began stroking it. He imagined that his lips were at the throat of his past lover, licking, kissing, and extending passionate nibbles alongside of the most sensual neck he had ever known. The vision of his past lover was so vivid; Saitou could have sworn that he had caught the scent of his lover’s long, shimmering, jet-black hair as he imagined it caressing the side of his face.

There were many times when Saitou had taken his lovers hair into his hands and wrapped his cock with the silky locks. Countless physical releases in that manner had him desiring to have the opportunity to once again, run the fine strands against his cock and feel the unique, fluttering sensations that normally would send his ascending voyage speeding along quicker than most. It was obvious that he missed the gripping sensations, but in his mind’s view right then, it was as though his past lover was once again sharing the delight with him.

“Ahhhh, God damn it!” Saitou verbalized his pleasure as well as the yearning for what used to go on in his life a long time ago. As he progressed in his self-indulgence of carnal gratification, Saitou’s cock had almost reached its limit of endurance. He opened his eyes and looked around, realizing that, yes, he was indeed out in his back garden, and if anyone should decide to come calling, they could have easily come through the gate out front and then find their way to where he sat. With his cock in his hand, Saitou Hajime was like any other man with an appetite for lust.

Saitou broke stroking stride long enough for him to get back on his feet. The sake he had been drinking played his head for a loop, but the sensation only stole his inhibitions and did nothing to quench his need for ejaculation. He made his way to the side of his house and, once again shut his eyes to visualize, not only his past lover, but also his present lover—Sanosuke.

“Mmmmn,” Saitou moaned as his mind had the two men kneeling before him as he stroked his cock. He could see in their eyes that they hungered to be fed, and he had the essence the young men craved. Saitou began pumping his cock, in his mind, desiring to quench both his lover’s need for him. As he imagined their mouths close in around his cock, Saitou let out a low, gurgle of a groan, and then he released his load before him.

In actuality, his seed was spent through the air and mingled with the spiny, green grass that made up his garden side, but in his mind, he watched with eyes shut, his semen drench his lovers’ faces with a generous amount of himself. “Haaah…” Saitou sighed as he pumped out the last drop of seed to fall and dance with the rest of his deposit upon the garden’s green carpet and into the growing shadows of the day’s end.

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“Where the hell are you taking me?”, Sano demanded to know as his back began to burn with pain from the awkward position he found himself in after he’d awaken from unconsciousness. Horie’s men stuffed him into the small cab of the horse drawn carriage as though Sano was a piece of furniture.

“Don’t concern yourself with where you are going. Noone will be able to find you,” Horie replied rather lightly. “I have plans for you,” Horie chuckled devilishly as he eyed the young man at his feet. “You didn’t think that I had fallen for that inspector’s faulty antics, did you?,” Horie asked referring to Saitou.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Sano asked terribly interested in finding out how much Horie knew about Saitou’s case.

“Listen, pretty boy… I am, ‘Horie Hisomu,’ not some inexperienced adolescent who could easily be fooled. I know very well that Fujita Goro, AND yourself were responsible for Serizawa slaughter.”

Sano swallowed hard, but said nothing in return.

“You are not about to get away with it either. It was only a matter of time I’d run into you. And I do admit that I am amaze how easily you came into my possession.” Horie laugh, almost hysterically. “Why, you practically walked right into my coach here.”

“Fuck you!” Sano barked.

SLAP!

Sano was stunned at the force of the man’s strike. Surely it only looked as if Horie just tapped him, but his burning flesh on his face confessed otherwise, as already, a sizable welt burned its way to the skin’s surface.

“You Bastard!” Sano growled with gritted teeth.

Whack!

“Hmmm, you cannot be that stupid as to think I’ll tire of hitting you if you keep throwing out obscenities at me. On the contrary, my pleasure is pain, as long as I am the one who administers it.”

“Yeah we’ve heard all about what a sick fuck you are,” Sano snarled as he spoke.

At that, Horie didn’t waste his energy to strike out at Sano. Instead, Horie kicked the young man straight in the gut, doubling Sano over on the floor of the cab causing Sano to whimper in pain.

“Let that be a lesson to you, for I will never tired of disciplining unruly idiots such as yourself,” warned Horie as he eyed Sano crumpled at his feet in the state of pain.

“I must say, you are definitely one to look at,” said Horie, as he admired Sano’s exposed chest at the part of the young man’s gi collar. “Even when you’re in pain, it suits your color well.”

“You’re sick!” Sano coughed, as he recovered from getting the wind kicked out of him.

“If you say so, but notice how quickly you learned how to restrain yourself from using obscenities. My way of teaching discipline has always been successful.” Horie took Sano by the hair and lifted the young man’s head to peer into the almond shaped, brown eyes. “You behave like an animal,” Horie chuckled, “my Buddha, I’ll treat you as such.”

The rest of the ride for Sano was rough on the floor of the cab, but he did finally knocked off the obscenities to avoid giving Horie what the underground lord seemed to enjoy immensely. Sano believed that he was going to find out where Horie had been stashed away. Sano’s immediate plan was to escape and appear to be a hero before Saitou by disclosing Horie’s whereabouts. Little did Sano know that Horie’s compound was next to impossible to locate.

During the ride Horie became more intrigued with Sano. The young man was exceptionally handsome, yet seemingly untouched by the harshness of bitter life. Horie thought that even if Sano had seen harsh times, it certainly didn’t show on the young man’s countenance.

Horie thought Sano was delicious to look at. The more he stared at the luscious lad, the more Horie was tempted to, perhaps sample Sano’s wares. To Horie, there was a tremendous difference between Sano and Nakuyo, and it looked to Horie that he was going to find out exactly what made the young men different in character.

“Ahhh," Horie said excitedly, as though he was bringing a new pet home to his family. “You will like it where we’re going, and you behave yourself and not try to escape, no harm will come to you.

Sano wasn’t sure what to do right then. The carriage had stopped and he could hear a few men with muffled words just right outside the door. There wasn’t anyway he could bolt and make a run for it. Not with his arms and legs tied the way they were. No, Sano wasn’t going anywhere and he thought he just as well cooperate to spare himself some grief. He had already taken a few strong hits, and it wouldn’t be wise to ask for more.

“Blindfold him,” ordered Horie to his men as he swung open the carriage door.

All Sano could see as he peered out the cab’s exit was shrubbery and the side of, what appeared to him to be a rocky hill. He couldn’t make out his location even if he tried. They were riding for quite sometime and Sano knew that the driver, more than likely, had taken extra turns to throw Sano’s count off.

“I will see you later… Sano-san,” Horie said, and then he looked over toward and nodded at the men. “Kill him if he tries anything foolish.”

“Yes Horie-sama,” one of the men said obediently in response.

Straight after Horie exited the cab, one of the men entered and gazed at Sano who was still crumpled on the cab’s floor.

“You might as well cooperate,” said the man to Sano, and then commenced to blindfold the young man.

“What do you take me for, a fool? I heard your boss’s orders. I like living, so I intend on staying alive,” replied Sano.

The man chuckled and said, “You’re not as stupid as you look after all.”

“Eat me,” Sano responded angrily.

The man laughed even harder that time and commented, “That pleasure is our boss’s delight.”

“What the fuck?” Sano questioned, perplexed at the statement.
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