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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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“You didn’t think for one minute that Koji was not going to fill me in on everything that goes on here, did you?” Horie questioned harshly, his breathing rapid and his voice filled with irritation.

The western dressing table separated Ichie and the angry underground lord, which she coward behind, fearing the very thought that she was responsible for making Horie angry.

“No Horie-sama, I thought nothing of the sort,” Ichie replied as her knuckles began turning white from grasping on to the dressing table as tightly as she could.

“Well apparently you didn’t even bother to clean this mess. I’ll have you know that Koji did right in refusing to sweep up the evidence,” said Horie expressing his bitter loss over one of his precious, prized antique being shattered so carelessly. “I take it you have no idea of what the vase was worth. It simply is a reflection of your character not to care about value.”

Horie took the few steps forward and closed the small gap between he and Ichie. He reached for her over the dressing table, grasping both of her arms. It looked as though Horie was carrying a life-sized doll, he handled her with ease.

“Itai, Horie-sama, your grip on me is painful,” she said a she tried to wriggle free.

“Painful?” He laughed. You don’t know the meaning of the word!” He began laughing with a crazed glint to his eyes, and then he cast her into the air.

“Aaahiee,” Ichie screamed, and then she whimpered. She hit the floor very hard, as hard as the vase did, but she did not shatter, instead her flesh slid across the broken china, embedding itself in Ichie’s outer thigh and the balls of her palms.

“There!” Horie snickered. “If that vase could tell me how it felt upon hitting the ground, because of your self-centered tantrum I might add, it would probably would have cried out as you had.”

“Forgive me Horie-sama,” Ichie pleaded. She held her hands before her eyes and noticed the pieces of china imbedded in her flesh.

“Forgive you?” Horie questioned. “There is nothing to forgive, and the reason for that is obvious.”

“Obvious?” Ichie’s voice shivered.

Horie nodded. “Yes my dear, you didn’t think you’d get away with doing something as foolish as this without being punished, did you?”

The tears began rolling down her cheeks as Ichie realized that she had pushed Horie over his tolerance.

“Stop those tears immediately! They will not make it easier for you,” Horie demanded. “In fact dear woman, I assure you that tears only make disciplining more interesting for me. More satisfying. It is unfortunate for me that I have another matter I must tend to right at the moment. However, I do expect this unsightly mess to be cleaned up, with no added foolishness! Am I understood?”

Horie walked over to Ichie who was still crumpled upon the broken, scattered china pieces. The fresh blood trickled from her palms left bright red, splattered drops upon the beautifully polished rock beneath her. He grasped her wrist and pulled her up from the floor as though she was a doll made of cloth.

“Lovely,” said Horie as he spied the blood dripping down her wrists. “Most irresistible.” He opened his mouth and brought his tongue to mingle with a line of blood that contrasted the milky white skin tone on the inside of her wrist. “Mmmmm, yes.”

There at his groin, arose the most hardened erection below his garment. The taste of blood, the musky smell of the crimson redness stirred Horie’s more primal desires. Such sensations were difficult for Horie to deny himself, even the smallest invitation to indulge was next to impossible for Horie to resist.

“Just a taste woman.” Horie opened his mouth and placed his lips over Ichie’s wound. He ran his tongue over the fine slice, ravishing the iron tasting substance. And then, Horie dropped his mouth completely on the wound and began sucking, lavishing each drop of the crimson liquid her wounds yielded.

Ichie was beyond herself with disbelief when Horie took her in such a manner. Her heart skipped beats from fear, and from the excitement of her assumption that Horie was finally taking interest in her.

Below Horie’s garment swelled his manhood that was begging for attention. How could he resist what was happening to him right then? How could he ignore the most primal desire he had for sensuality, for sexuality? The life giving substance was pouring forth from Ichie, and he could not avoid taking a sample?

“Mmmm,” Horie moaned as he pulled the woman against him. With his lips sucking, and his tongue lapping up and down Ichie’s arm as well as the palm of her hand, Horie quickly reached into his fundoshi and pulled his strong erection from it. He took the hand he was orally engaged with and placed it upon his cock.

“Stroke me,” Horie ordered Ichie.

“Yes, Horie-sama,” Ichie shuddered verbally.

“Don’t talk, just do it,” said Horie as he grabbed her other hand from her. There were lacerations on the inside of her other arm from falling onto the broken china. Ichie’s blood was even more plentiful there.

“Horie-sama,” Ichie said quiet loudly as she sipped air into her lungs.

“I ordered you to remain silent!” Horie barked and then sank his teeth into Ichie’s bleeding flesh.

“Aaagh,” the woman whimpered. Nevertheless, Ichie stroked Horie’s cock faster in her own excitement over the situation. She too was burning with lust as she watched the handsome underground leader feasted, his lips upon her offering.

The mellifluous rouge smeared on the sides of Horie’s mouth and chin as he enjoyed the female’s touch immensely. However, he wanted more from Ichie than just fondling alone.

“On your knees woman,” another order flowed through Horie’s demanding lips.

“But Horie-sama, the broken china…”

“Do as I say, or the broken china will be your next meal!” Horie took Ichie by the shoulder and roughly forced her down to her knees.

“Ahhhh, itai! The china!”

“Be silent woman!” Horie spat. He then positioned his cock against the woman’s lips, and with a swift prompting of his hips, his cock pushed through and thrust into her small oral cavern.

Ichie’s jaw locked. Her mouth was as wide as it could possibly open. Ichie moaned, but her muffled expression was laced with utter fret over the situation.

Horie crammed his cock into Ichie’s mouth as far as it would go, which was less than he desired. Horie was experiencing the need to deliver. The bloody treat was enough to send Horie to passionate heights and the need for much else was nil.

“Damn you’re simply too…” Horie stumbled over his words. His time was at hand and his thoughts were fragmented. “Get a firm grip on my staff, your mouth is too small,” Horie ordered as he struggled to keep himself from ramming his cock clear down the little woman’s throat.

Ichie tried to accommodate Horie the best she knew how, which was hardly anything to speak of. Ichie lacked terribly, for inexperience had the better part of her. She tried desperately not to gag, but she could not find the fortitude to prevent it from happening. Ichie gagged, and then she started coughing as though she was running out of air.

“Damn you woman!” Horie barked angrily. He snatched a handful of hair at the top of Ichie’s head and violently yanked her from his organ. “What good are you?” He snarled.

“Please forgive me,” Ichie sobbed between her gasping breaths.

“Forgive you? Woman, you are not worth my time!”

Horie tossed her aside to land right back on the scattered pieces of broken china. He then took up his organ into his hand and finished the job himself. His nostrils flared as he pumped his cock wildly looking down upon the fallen woman. It didn’t take Horie but a few seconds to bring himself to the point of no return, for there at his feet was a naked woman spackled with Horie’s favorite enjoyment—blood.

“Haaah!” Huffed as he met his climatic greeting. “Haaahaaaa haaaa ha ha,” Horie broke out in sadistic laughter, his seeded load shot out before him and onto Ichie who was, by then, terrified. Horie’s eyes narrowed as he drifted for a few seconds in the totality of his arrival, but quickly regained his composure.

“Woman,” Horie said as he tucked his spent organ back into his fundoshi. “This mess is unacceptable. See to it.”

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Mitsu dipped the wadded towel into the bamboo bucket and wrung it out. “I don’t know how it all worked out, but I am so grateful that you were there Aoshi,” she said in a most appreciative tone.

Kenshin nodded, “I am also glad, for this man, Horie, is by no means to be taken lightly. The more I hear about him, the more I equate him on the same level as Shishio. Horie Hisomu is capable of anything.”

Aoshi shook his head from side to side. “I don’t think any one person can be as evil as Shishio was.”

“With some rest, Mochi Hana will be just fine,” Mitsu reassured everyone as she draped the cold cloth on her fallen friend’s forehead.

“I will continue to search for Horie’s hideout. It has to be just beyond the outskirts of town. Horie has made appearances in town quite frequently, but then he vanishes, as though thin air swallows him.” Aoshi sighed, and displayed a bit of disappointment. “We thought we had him this time, but unfortunately Sanosuke somehow got the entire crew of Horie’s in an upheaval. With things headed for the worst, Horie happened along at precisely the same moment.”

“Incredibly unfortunate,” Kenshin agreed. “Sano…” Kenshin seemed to have drifted in thought.

“Sanosuke will be all right,” said Aoshi. He knew how much Kenshin considered Sano as a close friend. You can count on Horie using Sano as protection cover. As long as Horie has Sano, he will believe that he is in a safe zone. I’ll follow Horie’s men around for awhile until either one of them meets up with the other,” Aoshi said. Then, it will be a matter of following either to the hideout. Once we know where Horie dwells, we can put an end to it all.”

Although Kenshin was concerned about Sano, he couldn’t keep his eyes from watching Aoshi’s lips form each word. He had already been aroused hours ago when he started reminiscing about their past sexual events together. He couldn’t help himself at that moment. The feelings he had were quite overwhelming.

“Well Miss Mitsu, I will leave you with Miss Mochi Hana. If there is anything you need, please let me know,” Kenshin said excusing himself. He had hoped that Aoshi caught his subtle hinting glances that he was slipping over the women’s heads toward the shinobi.

Kenshin led the way with Aoshi directly following him. It wasn’t Aoshi’s concern if anyone saw the lust in his eyes for Kenshin. His immediate focus was tearing into his mate. He too was heated and in want for a private session with his lover.

The men walked the length of the path leading up to Aoshi’s dorm room. By the time they reached the threshold, they were in each other’s arms without a word between them. Their mouths pressed together and their arms clutched the other. So deep their kiss was, their nostrils flared with gasping breath that expressed urgency.

“Take off your suit, I want to enter you,” said Kenshin already seemingly out of breath from their initial kiss.

“Ahhh, but I was thinking the same thing of you,” Aoshi said in reply. “My body aches to take you from behind, and that is precisely what I plan on doing.”

"Aoshi, if you recall correctly, it was I who initiated our meeting, so it is you who will oblige me.”

The men stood there in a stand off. Not one of them willing to bend, but both of them in need of release.

Kenshin quickly took Aoshi by surprise and dove in, once again for a hearty kiss. His tongue darted well between Aoshi’s lips to search out a response from Aoshi. Gladly and willingly, Aoshi met Kenshin’s kiss with no doubt as much passion as their initial kiss. However, this time Kenshin’s hand went directly to Aoshi’s stiffened member beneath his ninja outfit.

“Oooh,” Aoshi said as he gasped for air from their kiss. He felt Kenshin’s hold on him and as much as he wanted to stand there and argue about who was penetrating whom, his strength to resist and squabble seemed to have drained right from him.

Kenshin knew he had Aoshi right where he wanted… no, right where he needed Aoshi to be. Quickly, Kenshin wooed the shinobi by rubbing his own arousal against the side of Aoshi’s hip and at the same time his fingers ran tempting circles upon the shinobi’s cock, though still tucked inside of the garment.

“I am hungry for you Aoshi, come let us sit,” suggested Kenshin, which no doubt was all it took to get his lover more under control.

As soon as Aoshi sat on the futon, Kenshin was right on him, quickly pushing Aoshi over onto his back taking the dominating position above his lover. The shinobi didn’t mind in the least and he was turning out to be quite cooperative. It was difficult to resist the play Kenshin was bestowing upon him. It was very difficult indeed.

“Haaah,” Aoshi exhaled hard when Kenshin pushed from the kiss to venture down Aoshi’s chest.

Kenshin’s hand was still working little gentle circles around the tip of Aoshi’s cock through the shinobi shizoku’s fabric all the while he worked perfect little kisses down Aoshi’s nape of his neck, and further down still, until his lips found the flesh peaks on Aoshi’s chests.

“Oooh ahhh…” Aoshi cooed. The sensations were over pleasurable, if there was such a state of enjoyment. Nonetheless, as Kenshin seduced Aoshi’s body, the shinobi prepared the way. Aoshi took a firm hold of his waistband and yanked it down, over his thighs, peeling the tight shinobi slacks off, away from his straining cock. Because of the tight fit of the shinobi shizoku Aoshi wore no underwear to encumber him, which made preparing the way for Kenshin all the more easier.

To Kenshin’s delight, it didn’t take him long at all to position his mouth directly above Aoshi’s lovely delight. It was most obvious that the shinobi was more than ready for the oral pleasures to begin, but Kenshin took his time. In fact, the swordsman had other plans for Aoshi. After teasing Aoshi’s cock with his tongue until Aoshi was beseeching Kenshin to take him, Kenshin sat erect on his heels.

“On your hands and knees,” Kenshin ordered.

“Oh I see how this is going. You have brought me this far to get your way with me, am I correct?”

“If you want satisfaction, it begins with getting on your knees,” Kenshin said with a big smile across his face, but then his expression soon turned serious. The ache in his testicles was making the issue an urgent matter. “Do as I say, Aoshi.” The violet color in Kenshin’s eyes was slowly giving way to the amber color of the hitokiri of the past.

Aoshi knew what that meant, he understood that side, the passionate side of Kenshin and he welcomed the hitokiri gladly by quickly assuming the position for Kenshin’s entry.

“Quickly Aoshi,” Kenshin ordered once again.

Without haste, Aoshi swung his body around gracefully until his buttocks shown with eagerness. “Haaah,” Aoshi sighed out loud when he felt Kenshin’s hand grasp his bare rod. “Sssssspt, haaah,” Aoshi just about drooled as his shaft took on a good stroking by Kenshin’s firm grip.

Kenshin lined himself, directing his cock to rest at Aoshi’s entrance. He then took the sexual lubricant from Aoshi’s cock and mingled it with his own… It was more than enough to cover Kenshin’s shaft for a comfortable entry into Aoshi’s waiting back door.

“Kenshin, my cock… Grasp me again… Haaah, hurry,” Aoshi pleaded. His ascension was well on its way and for Kenshin to stop long enough to lubricate his cock had Aoshi even more wanting.

Kenshin’s desire was burning by the time the tip of his penis came in contact with Aoshi’s portal for the initial push in, yet Kenshin deliberately kept his cock at bay. He seemed to take great pleasure in Aoshi’s cry for sexual attention.

“Kenshin, please,” Aoshi’s plea seemed to tease Kenshin, and if it was intentional on Aoshi’s part, or not, only Aoshi knew. Nonetheless, the shinobi was obviously anticipating Kenshin’s penetration as he set his torso down to the mat and held his buttocks high, so to allow Kenshin an easier entry.

“Aoshi, you look good enough to be eaten,” said Kenshin as he eyed Aoshi’s perfectly formed hole. Kenshin’s cock dripped even more sexual moisture from the tip of his cock, which landed right upon Aoshi’s sensitive pucker.

“Kenshin, please.”

“Please what Aoshi?” Kenshin teased with much favor in doing so.

“Please fuck me!", setting his hand directly on his right buttock behind him and spread his cheek. “Do it to me Kenshin. Now.”

Aoshi wasn’t alone in want. Kenshin’s desire was practically boiling over to see Aoshi in such a position. Kenshin lined his cock to penetrate once again, and then with both of his hands on Aoshi’s hips, Kenshin leaned forward, easing his cock through the tight eye of Aoshi’s ass.

“Aaaggggh,” cried Aoshi with pleasure. “Haaah…” There was no doubt about it. Aoshi cringed at the initial pain that shot through him as Kenshin entered splitting the membrane of his portal tissues. Aoshi gasped, and then grabbed his own cock and began pumping.

Kenshin’s cock was pushed completely to its hilt into Aoshi and he held it there. Steady. He watched Aoshi stroke himself and felt his lover’s ass squeeze his cock ever so tightly.

“Aoshi, you look good connected to my penis in this manner,” said Kenshin, his voice sounding distant, filled with lust. “I feel you clamping down on me.” Kenshin refused to pump his cock, but he remained still to feel every movement Aoshi made.

“Haaah,” was all Aoshi could say as he crested the peak of his orgasm. “Mmmmm, ha, hah… Fuck me Himura Kenshin, fuck me now, I am ready to come.”

“Yesss,” Kenshin said as he slammed his hips into Aoshi and began grinding his pelvis, pushing his cock as deep as he could possible get up and into Aoshi’s rear portal.

“Aaaggggh!" Aoshi hollered out with a burst as his orgasm hit with a mighty powerful rapture that yanked him from his senses and sped him practically in another dimension. Then, his seed erupted from the head of his shaft as he poured forth his supply of passion milt.

Watching his lover spill forth the way Aoshi had threw Kenshin into a passion twirl. With both hands, Kenshin held on to Aoshi hips and rammed the shinobi over an over again, driving his cock into Aoshi until he had reached the point of no return. With one hand, Kenshin reached down and grabbed onto his testicles and gave it a firm squeeze just as he was about to come.

“Gaaaah!” Kenshin grit his teeth and buckled over as his semen poured from him into Aoshi. His entire body shuddered with climatic passion until the intense pleasure subsided leaving Kenshin with the feeling of totality.

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

“What the fuck?” Sano questioned out loud as he regained his consciousness and found himself in a chilled, dark room. His hands were still bound behind him. “Hey,” he shouted. “Who the hell keeps knocking me out? What the fuck is this place—shit!”

Koji quickly stepped up to help Sano, if he could. “Don’t panic, you’re going to be okay if you just cut out the attitude.”

“Oh yeah right. Here I am all tied up and you expect me to drop the attitude. You know kid, that doesn’t makes any sense to me.” Sano struggled against the ropes again. “Come on kid, untie me.”

“I can’t untie you, even if I wanted to. If I do, I’ll be in deep trouble with Horie-sama, and for your information, I am no KID!” Koji grumbled.

“You can tell that piece of shit that I don’t like being tied and I want out of these binds!”

Koji frowned at that. It was the first time he’d witness anyone bad mouthing Horie and still live. Koji didn’t understand why this one was being kept alive for as long as this. Did Horie have ‘plans’ for this unruly rebel?

“Who is a piece of shit? Certainly, if you have any sense at all you did not mean me,” Horie said as he entered the disciplining room. His yukata draped behind him as he walked exposing his perfect sculptured thighs through the front flaps.

“You damn right I was referring to you!” Sano shouted in rebellion.

Without breaking his stride, Horie walked up to the stubborn young man and placed another kick squarely in Sano midsection.

“Gaaah,” Sano hollered.

Horie looked over at Koji and ordered, “Get a couple of my guards to set this fool up on the cross bar without delay.”

“Yes Horie-sama,” Koji replied, and then he was off to summon the guards.

Horie turned to the gasping young man once again and said, “It does look like you’ll be learning how to be more respectful."

“I know how to respect people who deserve it,” said Sano between coughs.

Through the door two men entered the room. They were huge and fit to be called, "Horie’s guards". Their shoulders alone stood out like twin boulders. Not an ounce of fat was found on their bodies.

“Gentlemen,” Horie addressed the two men. “The cross beams for this unruly young man.”

“Yes, Horie-sama.”

Since I have a feeling you’ll be occupying these premises for a length of time, I’ve decided to use the cross beams on you. It is a little less tiring than the top-beam where you would barely be able to touch ground. We’ve lost a few men on that thing, but didn’t mean to. They suffocated before they were released. We’ve since learned that a man can only stand to be outstretched in that fashion for a limited amount of time before his lungs give way to death.

Sano didn’t want to add misery to his already painful body, so he decided to remain silent, but still, if looks could do a person harm, Sano had pretty much slashed Horie a hundred fold visually.
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