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Trick or Treat	By : MBrown Category: Rurouni Kenshin > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6221 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Once again Sagara Sanosuke strolled through town. Actually, he didn�t stroll. He didn�t sway or glide either. Nor was he whistling lightly. This time he sulked. He was in a foul mood. His ankle still hurt, although not enough to impede his walking. He was up at an obscenely early hour (for him). He had not slept well, and, of course, there was the whole being dressed up like a girl thing (again).

Last night had not been a good night. Once he�d finally gotten to sleep it had been filled with dreams. Dreams of foul smelling ogres chasing and grabbing him. He�d been surrounded and helpless. And then a tall golden-eyed samurai would appear and destroy the beasts.

Sano understood that it had been a disturbing experience. He wasn�t surprised that he would dream about it. And, he wasn�t upset that Saitou had rescued him, it was better than the alternative.

No, what was really pissing him off was the rest of the dream. The part where the samurai would pull Sano into his arms and he�d swoon as the warrior tilted his face down towards Sano�s. That was more than he could deal with. Swooning in were obviously Saitou�s arms! At least he�d woken up before he�d kissed him.
He growled in irritation. It was bloody embarrassing, having a dream about that temee that didn�t involve fighting. And waking up more that somewhat aroused� he stopped that thought right there. That was just his normal morning condition, nothing more. Really.

� Stupid fucking dream. I�m gonna go make my stupid fucking report, get out of this stupid fucking dress and go get drunk. � He scowled as he remembered the dream again. � Stupid fucking drunk. �

Sanosuke kept his head down as he made his way through the busy police station.
� Please don�t let anybody recognize me. �
He found his way to Saitou�s office without incident. As he neared the door it opened and out stepped a tall blonde officer with even taller hair.

� Chou. Just what I need, the broom head. �

Chou looked at the attractive woman in front of him and grinned broadly, both eyes opening in pleased surprise. �Well, hallo there missy. Yah need help with sumthin�?� He sauntered a little closer to Sano.

Sano pasted what he hoped was a pleasant expression on his face and answered quietly. �I�m here to make a report about an incident last night.�

The broom headed cop reached out and grabbed Sano�s hand. �Why dontcha jus� sit right here and let ol� Chou take care of yah, huh?� he said with a wink, slipping his other hand to Sanos� back and steering him towards a nearby desk.

� Yeah, I bet you want to �take care of me�. � Thought Sano in disgust.

�CHOU.� Saitou�s voice cut through the air razor sharp. Both Chou and Sano turned to see him standing in the doorway, scowling. �Stop accosting the young lady and get back to your paperwork. You�re still days behind in it.�

The blonde let his hands drop to his side. �Hey Boss, I was jus� tryin� ta help. The missy says she�s here to make a report. I figured I�d take care of it, seein� as how you�re so busy an� all.�
Sano smirked slightly at the pouty tone of Chou�s voice.

An icy stare was all the reply he got. Saitou strolled over to Sano and took his arm in his, ignoring his junior officer. He led the bemused fighter into his office. He turned to give Chou a stony look. �I�ll take care of this. You just get to work and don�t disturb me again.� He closed the door firmly behind him.

Sano�s mood had perked up a bit as Saitou was reprimanding the broom head. Too bad he wouldn�t be able to tease him about it. He looked around the office. He�d never been in here before; every other time he�d been at the station it�d been straight to the cells for him.

The office was small, with a desk and chair, wardrobe in the corner and a bookcase against one wall. There was a couch under the small window on the far wall. He wondered if Saitou ever slept there. There was no sign of clutter, everything seemed to be put neatly away. Even the desk was free of paperwork. The walls had no decoration save a plain calendar; there was nothing in it that screamed �property of Saitou�. It looked ready to vacate at a moments notice. He jumped slightly when Saitou spoke.

�How are you feeling this morning, Suki? Does your ankle still hurt?� He walked over and sat on the edge of the desk, long legs crossed in front of him. �You don�t seem too have a limp, so I suppose my first aid was adequate?� He smiled wryly.

Sano�s cheeks colored slightly as memories of the cop�s touch last night flashed through his brain. �Uh, yes. It feels fine. A little stiff, that�s all.�

He shifted nervously, looking down at the floor. �Okay, enough small talk. Just take the report and let me go before this whole thing blows up in my face. �

He didn�t realize Saitou had moved until he felt calloused fingers gently grasp his chin and tilt his face up.

�You shouldn�t hide yourself like that. You�ve got beautiful eyes you know.� Amber eyes stared intently into wide chocolate brown ones. Sano felt his face heat and shifted his gaze to the side, away from Saitou�s. The cop chuckled. �So quiet and shy. That�s not like Sagara at all.� He murmured. �Are you sure you�re the roosterhead�s cousin? He�s loud, brash, and obnoxious.�

� I�m not obnoxious! � His eyes darted angrily back up to Saitou�s. He was still looking at Sano�s face, his mouth quirked up in an amused smirk. The fingers holding his chin relaxed, almost caressing it before letting go.

�Ah, there I go, insulting your cousin again. It�s a bit of a habit I�m afraid. Will you forgive me? I�d hate to have you angry at me.� / Especially with what I�ve got planned for you. / He tilted his head slightly, eyes questioning.

Sano stared at the cop who seemed to be waiting expectantly for his answer. This was the second time in twenty-four hours he�d apologized for insulting Sanosuke.
� He looks like a puppy with his head cocked like that. Okay, so really he looks like a rabid wolf, but still� �
A small amused grin crept out at the thought of Saitou with a tail wagging behind him.

Saitou leaned forward. �So, does that mean I�m forgiven?� he asked with a sly smile.

Sano sighed. �I suppose so. I guess you can�t help it if you hate him.� His voice came out more disappointed sounding than he�d expected, surprising him.

A very slight widening of the eyes was the only suggestion it also surprised Saitou. / Hate? Idiot. /

He looked at the young fighter. �I don�t hate him.� he said firmly. Something flashed briefly in his eyes but was gone before Sano could discern what exactly it meant.

� Hmm, I wonder what that was about? � One thing was certain about the Wolf; he didn�t lie. If he said he didn�t hate Sanosuke, then it was truth. That thought made him surprisingly happy. � Wait a minute. Why the hell should I care if he hates me or not? Argh! Focus, dammit! � He mentally slapped himself.

Sano shook his head slightly to clear it. �Well, I really shouldn�t take up any more of your time. Just what do you need from me?� he asked. There was a moment of silence. �Um, for your report? You told me I had to file a report about last night.�

Saitou just stood silent, a calculating look on his face.

Sano frowned. �Hellooo? Why are you just standing there? You�re the one who wanted me here.� He crossed his arms over his chest with huff. �What? You made me come here just so you could stare stupidly at me?� He glared at the officer, waiting for an explanation.

Saitou peered at the annoyed rooster head through hooded eyes. �Hnn, yes. The report.� The corner of his mouth turned up in his usual half smirk. �Never mind about it.� He waved his hand dismissively. �It�s not needed after all.� He waited for the inevitable explosion. / Three� two� one� /

Sano�s arms dropped heavily to his sides. �Not needed?� He stared in disbelief. �You mean I� here� for nothing?� His eye twitched and his hands clenched into fists. He silently wondered which gods he�d pissed off to warrant such treatment. Didn�t anyone know how hard it was to put on this get up properly without help? And Saitou, that smirking bastard, making him come here for no goddamn reason at all! He could just scream. So he did.

�Argh! I don�t believe this!� he shrieked, throwing his hands up in the air. He glared at the smirking policeman. �And you! Making me come here so early for nothing!� He jabbed a finger into Saitou�s chest. �You are a psycho cop! I�m outta here!� He spun angrily and stalked towards the door, muttering under his breath.

He was reaching for the door when a hand grasped his, pulling it gently away from the handle. �Wha?!� He turned in surprise.

Saitou glanced at their clasped hands and ran his thumb lightly across Sano�s palm, drawing a surprised gasp from the youth.

�Where do you think you�re going? Just because I don�t need the report doesn�t mean I�m done with you.� he said lowly. / Oh no, I�ve got plans for you. / He slowly raised his eyes to look at Sano.

Sanosuke stood rooted to the spot by Saitou�s gaze. The amber eyes bore into his deep umber ones. � Wh-why is he looking at me like that? � He suddenly felt like a steaming beef pot put in front of a starving man. �I� uh�� he stammered. He tried to put some distance between them but his back hit the door. �I� I should go�� he murmured breathlessly.

Saitou leaned a little closer. �But I�m not ready to let you leave yet.� His thumb traced little circles on Sano�s palm. He grinned feraly as Sanosuke�s breath hitched and his eyes widened in surprise and trepidation.

� What the fuck is he doing? � Sano�s mind spun with the possibilities.
�D-don�t� you can�t� � he stuttered, trying to free his hand from Saitou�s grip.

Saitou let go of Sano�s hand only to reach both arms out, placing his palms against the door, on either side of the fighter�s shoulders.

�But I haven�t done anything.� He said in mock innocence. The �yet� hung unspoken in the air. His eyes glittered. �Do you want me to?� he asked huskily. / You do, you just haven�t realized it yet. /

Panic was looming in on Sanosuke. He was pressed up against the door, trapped between Saitou�s arms. The cop was practically on top of him, just an arms length away. His eyes darted back and forth, looking for a way out. He hadn�t a clue what had caused the normally distant cop to suddenly turn so� lustful, but he didn�t want to stick around for the result. Whatever those men might have done to him last night would be a cakewalk compared to the punishment Saitou would dish out if he discovered the �woman� he�d been hitting on was actually the Roosterhead.

He let out a startled, high-pitched �Eeep!� when Saitou suddenly leaned forward, his cheek nearly touching Sano�s. His breath was hot in Sano�s ear.

�You didn�t answer me.�

Sano�s heart was hammering in his chest so loudly he was sure Saitou could hear it. His hands had come up automatically to block the officer�s advance and were now pressed against Saitou�s chest. The muscles there were hard beneath the soft jacket and he could feel the cop�s body heat even through the fabric. The intriguing spicy scent that he�d noticed last night filled his nose.

�What, what do you mean?� His voice came out in a strained whisper.

Saitou�s breath tickled his ear, his voice a quiet growl. �Do you want me to do something?� His lips barely touched Sano�s ear as he spoke, and he felt a shiver go through the young man.

Sano�s eyes slid shut as he tried to calm his racing mind and heartbeat. He felt Saitou shift back slightly and he opened his eyes to find the Wolf regarding him with a gaze as intense as the animal he was nicknamed for.

�You shouldn�t be afraid. I�m not going to hurt you. I only destroy evil, and you�re far from that, aren�t you?� He dropped one hand down to cup Sano�s chin, his thumb tracing lightly over the stunned fighter�s lips.

�Hnn, do you have any idea how sweet you look? I wonder� � He leaned forward slowly. �Do you taste as sweet as you look, Suukiii?� He closed the distance between them, gently pressing his mouth to Sano�s.

Sanosuke�s eyes grew impossibly wide as thin lips were pressed to his own.

He was being kissed.

By Saitou Hajime! The infamous Wolf of Mibu. Former third captain of the Shinsengumi. Sano�s self-sworn adversary, who verbally and/or physically beat him up every time they met. That arrogant, overbearing, stuck up, harsh, cricket-faced, squinty-eyed, merciless, insult-flinging, cold-hearted bastard who had the most amazingly soft lips� Sano�s brain pretty much derailed as that little thought made itself known.

With a ragged gasp he pushed at the cop and pulled his head back, breaking contact with that warm mouth.

�Wha- what the hell are you doing?� he gasped, face flushed and panting like he�d run a race.

Saitou smirked. �It�s called a kiss. Surely with your looks you�ve been kissed before?�

Keeping the kiss soft and gentle had been harder than he�d expected. The moment their mouths had touched he had to fight the urge to just suck the breath right out of the pretty boy.

Sano frowned at the cocky answer. �I know what a kiss is.� he spat indignantly.
�What I want to know is why you did that.�

Author�s notes; Howdy! I�m back from Anime Boston. We had a lot of fun, maybe we saw some of you there, or you saw us. We were a Saiyuki group. Our Hakkai had Hakkyru on �his� shoulder and our Gojyo (me) had a really big weapon. I�m amazed it made it through the weekend, there was a low doorway I kept forgetting to duck through. Anyways, here�s the latest chapter, I hope you enjoyed it. It�s going to be a while before the next chapter is ready. We�re heading into our busy season at work and we�re a bit short handed plus we�re revamping our website. Ah, it sucks being a responsible adult. I�ll try to squeeze in some time to write but it won�t be easy. Sorry. Don�t give up on me.
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