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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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Chapter List
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Words you may not know:

*Bokken – Wooden sword

*Fundoshi - loincloth

Saitou went to a few vacant buildings and inquired about their availability. He listed certain details he thought Mitsu would need for her presentation. The sooner they find a location the better for the surveillance team, the wolf thought. Saitou already had few undercover officers who were working on the inside of this particular assignment. They were following the route of the drug traffic to Kyoto. Now, it was necessary to set up another team to follow the traffic that was soon to begin flowing into Tokyo. Saitou also contemplated using Cho for surveillance task, or perhaps, as one of the inside agents.

“Mitsu?” Saitou tapped on the door to Mitsu’s room at the inn.

Saitou was surprised to hear a gentleman’s voice reply behind the door. Mitsu informed him that her meeting with they syndicate would take place in a few days following her arrival to Tokyo.

“ Fujita Gorou!” A tall, well-built, seemingly forcible man in his early thirties slid the door open and bowed. “Allow me to introduce myself.” He stood erect, smiled and peered at Saitou, as though he was inspecting every inch of the undercover inspector. “My name is Horie Hisomu, and I am…” he paused for a fraction of a second to give thought to what he was about to say, “…I am Mitsu’s overseer. Please, enter and make yourself comfortable.” Horie bowed once again and gestured an invite to enter the room.

Saitou scanned the room without being obvious and he noticed Mitsu sitting at the far end of the room calculating using an abacus. She barely took her eyes off her notebook to acknowledge Saitou.

“Mr. Fujita! Forgive me! I will be right with you in just a minute. I must get these figures straight, or I'll lose my momentum. Please, have a seat and allow Horie to serve you some tea.”

Saitou bowed in her direction and sat himself down on a British style settee. “Thank you, but tea will not be necessary,” Saitou declined the offer.

Horie filled his long thin smoke pipe, dipping the small trough into a tobacco pouch and said, “Mitsu filled me in about your assistance with our mission to establish a front here in Tokyo. I was surprised to see her here earlier than I expected. I am grateful you persuaded her to accompany you to Tokyo.”

Saitou observed Horie’s finesse in filling his pipe. “Mitsu did mention that she would be meeting with others here in Tokyo, but I assumed that it would be at a later time,” Saitou said as he continued to study Mr. Horie.

“Your initial assumption was correct,” Horie knew that Saitou wouldn't feel at ease if he didn't offer an explanation. “I was surprised to see her here earlier than what we originally planned. You see, Mr. Fujita,” Horie paused to take a puff off his pipe. “I had other contacts I needed to meet with here in Tokyo, so I arrived from Kyoto three days ago.” Horie smiled, looked over at Mitsu and then at Saitou again. “Now, I will have even more time to be graced with her beauty.”

Mitsu walked toward the two men, she handed Horie the papers she was working on and then sat on the settee next to Saitou. She seemed to be apprehensive, not anywhere close to being relaxed as she was yesterday. Saitou wasn’t sure if it was because of their little encounter in the carriage on their ride together from Nikko, or if it was because of Horie’s presence.

Saitou reached into his pocket and pulled out the list of possible sites for their operation and handed it to Mitsu. “These are just a few potential sites, but they are all in relatively medium traffic areas, and yet not conspicuous.”

Horie leaned across the table and intercepted the note before Mitsu could receive it. “I’ll be taking this, thank you, for your assistance, Mr. Fujita.” Horie clenched the thin pipe between his teeth and pulled in a puff of smoke. “You see, Mr. Fujita, Mitsu works for me,” Horie laughed out loud in a mocking manner, “everyone eventually works for me at one time, or another.”

Saitou glanced over at Mitsu’s trembling fingers she held folded upon her lap. He could sense her fear of this man. She looked up at Saitou and met his eyes with her own, but only for a brief moment and then looked away quickly, not wanting Horie to read the admiration she had for Saitou.

Saitou turned his focus back on to Horie and said, “If there should be anything else you should need assistance with, please, do not hesitate to contact me through our usual means.”

Saitou was referring to a middle runner that also worked undercover and had been doing so for quite sometime. He was well planted within the organization and trusted by the other members of the syndicate.

Saitou stood from the settee and turned to Mitsu. “I hope the information I gathered will be of some help.” Saitou bowed and smiled at the young, beautiful woman, “I will see you again soon.”

“Thank you very much Mr. Fujita,” Mitsu nodded in a hastened bow.

“Do not bother with seeing me out,” Saitou said as he turned and nodded at Horie. “I look forward to seeing your business locale established soon.”

“Hmn,” Horie nodded and added, “If all goes well, perhaps you will consider a position within our organization, Mr. Fujita. You needn’t answer now, but do keep it in mind.” Horie heartedly laughed and said, “I have a feeling you’d fit right in.”

Saitou glanced at Mitsu, but she kept her eyes fastened to her lap. Something was definitely going on that Saitou couldn’t see, but his senses certainly picked up on it. Not knowing the situation, Saitou had no choice other than to leave Mitsu there with Horie.

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“This city living sucks,” Sano said out loud to himself while he walked down the lane leaving his little apartment behind. “I wonder how many neighbors heard me moan last night when Saitou…” Sano recalled Saitou’s touch and the sensations that overwhelmed him last night. “Shit, that was the greatest!” Sano bellowed out loud and broke into a trot down to the roadway that led out to the country.

Sano felt exuberant, as though he was about to explode. He set his energies to the task of searching for a place somewhere out of the city where he planned on settling down a bit. Sano had no money, but he had to get an idea of what was available, and then, the plan he had included exploring employment opportunities. There wasn't much to do in Tokyo for a man to support himself, but with Sano’s connections, he was confident he’d find something.

“Sano!” A familiar figure called out on the path that was connected to the roadway a half a kilometer down the road.

Sano turned and shaded his eyes from the sun’s glare, “Kenshin!” Sano was pleased to run into his good friend.

Sano turned and trotted back from where he had just covered ground, while Kenshin lopped toward him. The two men greeted one another with firm pats on the shoulders.

“Sano,” Kenshin beamed with his usual squinted-eyed smile. “You are looking very cheerful today, I am glad to see the change in my good friend’s mood. Perhaps life has offered you a brighter outlook?”

“Yeah, you could say that. It looks like things are finally looking up and this guy is indebted to you, my friend,” Sano pointed at himself with one hand and put his other hand on Kenshin’s shoulder.”

“Sano, you know better than to be indebted to anyone, but I must say, it does appear that our little talk the other day at the dojo did you some good. It looks to me that you have made some progress with Saitou, have you not?” Kenshin said as he recognized Sano’s passion.

Sano stepped back and peered at Kenshin’s smaller frame standing confidently before him. “There you go again with the mind reading tricks.” Sano rubbed his chin as if he were trying to figure Kenshin out. “Okay, buddy,” Sano demanded, “out with it! What the hell are you seeing that makes you so sure about what’s going on in my life now?”

Kenshin laughed and replied, “There is no trick to reading you, Sano, but I will tell you…” Kenshin looked at Sano as though the young man was under investigation. Kenshin didn't want to miss Sano’s expression to what he was about to say next.

“… I stopped by your apartment last night because it started to rain very hard and I was seeking shelter. I heard some very strange noises coming from inside your room, that I did!” Kenshin chuckled and went on to say, “At first, I thought that you might have been in another fight and in pain, but it became clear, perhaps too clear, that it was just the opposite.”

Sano stood dumbfounded with his mouth wide open. His two great looking almond shaped eyes seemed as they though they were showing two tiny black dots against all whites.

Kenshin laughed, squinted his eyes and said, “Besides that, Sano, the two love-bites on your neck and shoulder? They do not look like battle wounds to me.”

Sano turned a couple hues of red from embarrassment. “Shit! THAT is why I’m headed out to the country to find a place where I can at least relax and not have to be concerned about, well, about privacy! A man can’t even–well–you know…” Sano inserted more pauses in his statement trying to find the right words, “…well, where I’m living now, a man can’t be a man without the whole neighborhood hearing about it.”

“You know, Sano,” Kenshin said in a serious tone. “There are a lot of extra rooms at the dojo where you could take up residence in exchange for your help with the chores around the place. Ever since Yahiko went to stay with Master Hiko, we’ve been short handed and it’s been too quiet around the place. "

“Hey, that might not be a bad idea Kenshin,” Sano said excitedly. “After all, the little Missy is probably getting bored with having just you to hit with her *bokken. I’m already used to working at the dojo and it’s not like I have to learn anything new.”

Kenshin saw an approaching horse drawn carriage. “Sano, we best move out of the way. That carriage is approaching pretty quickly Kenshin warned,” and grabbed Sano’s arm to pull him off the roadway.

The driver of the carriage pulled to a stop even before it reached Kenshin and Sano and then allowed the horses to slowly pull the carriage up beside the two men who were standing off to the side in a clump of tall grass.

“Himura and Sanosuke,” Saitou nodded in greeting.

“Saitou!” Kenshin nodded back at the tall man seated upright in the carriage. Kenshin could not help but notice how the two men in his company were looking at one another. He smiled and said, “I was on my way to town to fetch some tofu for tonight’s meal and ran into Sano here on the roadway.”

Saitou didn’t break his focus on Sano, but questioned, “And you, Sanosuke?”

“Uh Oh… I, Uh,” Sano tried, but he could not mutter anything comprehensible.

Kenshin stepped in to help his friend, “Sano just told me he was on a quest to move out of the city where he believes he will find it more private and have the freedom to express himself without everyone in town hearing him doing so.”

“KENSHIN!!!” Sano howled!

Kenshin laughed and said, “I am on my way now, it is good to see you both. Sano, will you let me know about coming to stay at the dojo?”

“Yes, of course, thank you, Kenshin.” Sano replied.

“Himura,” Saitou nodded once again at Kenshin.

Kenshin bowed, and turned to walk opposite the direction Saitou and Sano was headed. He did not have to turn around and wave at his friend when he heard the carriage continue on its way into the country. Kenshin knew that Sano found a ride with Saitou.

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“So, tell me!” Horie demanded.

Mitsu drew up her hands to protect her face fearing a blow from Horie. “There is nothing to tell.”

“Then tell me… “ Horie stalled, “…why did you cower in his presence?” Horie moved closer to Mitsu and clutched her tiny wrists in his hands, “Or, were you acting that way so that I would not notice how much you desire him?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about, Hisomu-san. I do not find Mr. Fujita attractive in the least.”

Horie tightened his grip on her wrists and jerked Mitsu to him until her body was up against his own. “Then why did I see lust in your eyes in that brief moment you looked at Fujita? Am I not enough for a woman such as yourself?”

Mitsu became afraid. She knew that Horie would not have to think twice about taking her life if he found reason. If Horie were to find out about her true attraction for Saitou, Horie would end both of their lives. Mitsu would never confess.

“Tell me that you desire only me!” Horie commanded as he let her wrist loose and took her up by her waist, crushing her tiny frame against his. “TELL ME!!” He jerked her against himself—hard.

“My desire is for you only, Hisomu.” Mitsu braced herself for whatever was coming next.

Horie released her. “I will give you some time to think about this. In the meantime, I will be watching you closely.” Horie traced the outside of Mitsu’s lips with his finger, then brought his finger to his lips and lustfully placed his tongue on his index.

Mitsu held her breath, afraid to move as Horie finally turned from her and walked toward the door. “I will meet you for the evening meal, be ready when I call for you.” He stepped out and shut the door behind him.

There were two sides of Horie Hisomu, which Mitsu had already grown accustomed to. She knew when to walk on eggshells, and when she was able to be more laxed. Mitsu knew that Horie would soon calm down about Saitou, as he had done so many times in the past when it came to other men who Mitsu had the opportunity to meet and work with.

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“When do you plan on leaving your fast paced life? It is difficult for me to believe that you want to move into the country for that reason. Would you mind telling me what this is all about, hmmm?” Saitou questioned as he admired how Sano seem to beam with energy.

“I want a life, a quiet one. A life without having to look over my shoulder to see if anyone is watching, or listening in on what I do and say in the privacy of my own realm,” Sano replied as he returned an intimate leer at Saitou.

“I see,” Saitou grinned and then asked, “Could it have anything to do with what happened in your little apartment last night?”

“Hmn,” Sano nodded, but then quickly added, “I was already headed in that direction even before having a reason to be concerned with privacy.”

Sano leaned back against the seat and realized just how handsome and dignified Saitou appeared to be. Saitou’s eyes were mesmerizing and it wasn't difficult for Sano to lose himself in Saitou’s amorous stare. It was as though all else around him dissolves in a blur and there, in Sano’s focus, are Saitou’s golden eyes. It pierced right through Sano, like a sword that snatches life when it strikes a vital.

Saitou discerned Sano hungered for his affections by the longing in Sano’s eyes. The signal was unmistakable. Saitou signaled the driver and the carriage stops.

Sano looked at Saitou with surprise, “What gives?”

Saitou nodded at Sano and replied, “It is now my turn.”

“Fujita Sir?” Questioned the driver of the carriage as he looked into the cab.

Saitou leaned over to the window. “Driver, please keep driving north until I notify you to stop, after which, you will turn the carriage around and head back from where we started. “Mr. Sagara and I have much to discuss and we will do so while on travel.” Saitou stuck his arm out the carriage window and gave the door a hard swat with his hand and added, “Do not stop unless there is an emergency.”

The driver tagged the rim of his hat and bowed, “Understood, sir!”

The carriage took only a moment and then it picked up its rocking and swaying on its way to allow the two men to attend to their—meeting.

Sano smirked and asked, “Your turn for what, Saitou?”

“I didn’t think it was possible for you to be more of a Moron than you already are,” Saitou said as he shook his head and leaned his back against the carriage seat. “You don’t have to be concerned with anyone spying on you out here in this carriage with me right now.” Saitou dropped his jaw and slid his tongue over the front of his canine displaying his lust for the young man who sat directly in front of him. “If you remember, we left things unfinished last night, did we not?”

“Yeah I guess we kind of did,” Sano said as he felt himself begin to crowd his *fundoshi. “I was wondering if the rain-shower was enough to cool you off last night after you left,” Sano chuckled.

“What do you think, Sanosuke? Do I look like I am at all cooled off now?” Saitou glared as he ran his eyes all over the young man's body. “There is only one way to quench my appetite, Sanosuke.”

Sano wasn’t sure what Saitou meant by that. He was afraid to ask, not wanting Saitou to think he was totally wet behind the ears. Sano always wanted to make a good impression on Saitou. It mattered to Sano what Saitou thought were about him. Even in Kyoto while they were faced with going up against Shishio. Now, more than ever, Sano wanted to impress Saitou, and most of all, he wanted to please him.

Sano observed Saitou and tried to be sensitive to what would be pleasurable for the handsome wolf. The young man moved forward off his seat and kneeled on the carriage floor facing toward Saitou. It was odd seeing Saitou in a hakama, since Saitou’s usual attire were his police blues and slacks. Sano figured that it would be easier to get up under that hakama than have to fool with a belt, snaps, and whatever else western slacks had attached to them.

Saitou was being entertained as he watched Sano try to move on him seductively. Sano was far from being nimble, but Saitou enjoyed the care and effort Sano was exhibiting in trying to please him. It took a lot of Saitou’s self-control not to laugh at the way Sano fumbled.

Sano tried to get past Saitou’s hakama and hakama-shita beneath it. He didn't know it, but he was giving to Saitou more than just what it obviously appeared to be on the physical realm. Yes, Saitou was being touched far beneath the fleshly realm and at that moment, all past, present and future concerns that Saitou had was dissolving.

“Sanosuke,” Saitou reached out and gently took Sano’s face between his hands and turned Sano’s attention toward him. “You must first relax and not try so hard.” Saitou leaned forward and drew Sano’s face toward his. Saitou released his tongue to taste Sano’s lips and prepared it for his own lips. He lapped and teasingly, circled Sano’s lips with his tongue and felt Sano’s sigh against his mouth. Saitou was surprised at how sweet Sano tasted and his desire to drink Sano in intensified.

Sano made an effort and ceased trying so hard. Instead, he let himself be taken up by the current between the two men. He soon found that when he stopped trying, he started wanting. Sano’s movements became fluent and his hands slipped up under Saitou’s hakama, beneath the hakama-shita and found their way to Saitou’s fundoshi that was tied around Saitou’s hips.

Saitou sensed that Sano was feeling more at ease and was finally beginning to let go. the wolf also noticed Sano’s hands as they caressed his hips. Saitou responded by inserting his tongue into Sano’s mouth. Sano’s lips were already moistened by Saitou’s skilled tongue, so their lips slipped together like if they were never apart. Saitou drank Sano in, pulling Sano’s tongue deep into his mouth, masterfully manipulating the young man's tongue with his own.

Saitou still cradled Sano’s face with his hands on either side and pulled Sano from the deep kiss they were sharing. Saitou narrowed his eyes and focused on Sano’s mouth. Sano’s lips are wet and pink from their feeding. Saitou couldn't refrain from feeling Sano’s mouth another way and gently slid his finger tips on Sano’s sensuous mouth. A surge of passion burst through Saitou when his fingers parted Sano’s lips and slid slowly into Sano’s mouth.

This time it was Saitou who was being drawn in as Sano eagerly accepted Saitou’s index finger into his mouth and flirts with it lasciviously with his tongue. Saitou inserted another finger between Sano’s lips and Saitou’s excitement mounted higher. Saitou noted the way Sano’s eyes rested, as if Sano was having a wonderful dream. He watched Sano’s mouth eagerly banqueting upon Saitou’s offering. “How can this be so wonderful?” Saitou whispered the same time his breath was being stolen.

Sano ran his hand from Saitou’s hip and placed it upon the front of Saitou’s fundoshi. Beneath the thin cloth was the object of Sano’s rapture, but Sano felt very inadequate, being that it was his first time fondling a male in this manner. Sano fumbled again and as much as he tried, he wasn't able to push Saitou’s fundoshi to the side to release Saitou’s parcel.

“Sanosuke,” Saitou airily called out and withdrew his fingers from Sano’s eager mouth and released the hold Saitou had on Sano. Saitou quickly hiked up the right side of his hakama, exposing his right leg, his thigh, and then Saitou’s hakama-shita was in plain view. Under that was Sano’s hand.

Saitou adjusted himself in the seat and looked down at Sano kneeling there between his legs. The length of Saitou’s hakama was a bundle laid across, and rested upon his abdomen. Saitou took in the sight and watched Sano eagerly anticipating what was about to happen next.

Saitou lifted his hakama-shita while Sano looked on. It was as though the two mates were unwrapping a gift in anticipation of their prize. Underneath Saitou’s hakama-shita, Sano’s hand rested after his failed attempts to shift Saitou’s fundoshi to the side. Saitou placed his hand on Sano’s hand and forms Sano’s fingers around his arousal that laid under the thin fundoshi’s fabric.

Sano’s touch sent Saitou to a place only visited by lovers when given over to their soul mate. Saitou felt incredibly alive and he moved Sano’s hand against himself tightening his grip until the friction was surely appreciated. Saitou enjoyed the passion and relished Sano’s enthrallment with Saitou’s show of pleasure. The wolf moaned and drank in the details of Sano’s hand holding a part of him that he had chosen not to share with anyone else, but Sano.

Saitou guided Sano’s hand off to the side of his fundoshi and dips Sano’s fingers under the thin fabric. Sano’s fingers detected Saitou’s energy emanating from under the thin layer of fabric and it took only seconds for Sano’s hand to find its way to Saitou’s eagerly awaiting member.

Saitou lungs filled with air as if it suddenly became a vacuum the moment he felt Sano clasped his fingers around his hardness. It was like a lightening strike that sent a charge throughout Saitou causing him to jolt his head back against the carriage as he braced himself for each shock wave that pulsated through his body. Saitou could not contain his excitement, nor could he control the carnal compulsion that accompanied it—Saitou groaned.

Sano felt jubilant in knowing that he was the mainspring of Saitou’s euphoria. He felt the wolf's excitement and pleasure mount by the way Saitou responded to his touches and caresses. Nothing else mattered at that moment for Sano, not even his own ache for release. Sano was totally focused on Saitou’s pleasure, as if it was his own.

Saitou regained enough attentiveness to tilt his head to the side and look down at Sano. Sano looked up at Saitou and shared in the visual communion as well. Saitou reached to cradle Sano’s face in his hands and ran his thumb across Sano’s lips. Sano met Saitou’s thumb with his tongue communicating his hunger for his lover. Sano’s response triggered urgency within Saitou and he took the fundoshi in his other fingers and pushed it aside freeing Sano’s hand from under the fabric's restraint.

The sight of Sano being captivated by Saitou’s extension was all that Saitou needed to remind himself of his primal need for release. Saitou ran his fingers through Sano’s hair and clutched the sides of Sano’s head. “Sanosuke…” Saitou spoke in a tender low voice, a tone that Sano had never heard before from Saitou, “…allow me the pleasure to enter your mouth.”

Sano willingly parted his lips to provide Saitou the access he requested. Saitou guided the young man's mouth over his now straining stilt and lowered Sano’s lips above himself for entry. Sano’s lips made contact, first with Saitou’s moisture bead of excitement, but even before Sano was able to taste its balm, Saitou pushed his hips up the same time as he lowered Sano’s head to meet his thrust.

Saitou holds Sano still for a moment and took advantage of the rocking and swaying movements of the carriage to contribute to his spurring. Saitou dropped his head back again, but this time he was unable to recover, he then surrendered to Sano’s predomination. Saitou went away in his mind and thoughts, as though he became absent from all that was conscience reality around him. Saitou was totally absorbed into Sano and accepted his soon to come consolidation.

Everything that was happening, from meeting up with Saitou again to the point of their union in the carriage, Sano had never felt so many emotions, nor had he ever been so confused about a relationship. Now, when he held Saitou’s trust, Sano was submerged in everything that had happened between the two men from the day they met. Nothing else seemed to matter to Sano, he felt sure that this was his place, with Saitou. Sano thoughts of belonging inundated all else.

In an instant Sano was caught by surprise when Saitou sat straight in his seat and jerked Sano’s head into his lap. Sano wasn’t prepared for the hot stream that pushed against the back of his throat which caused Sano to gag and come near choking. Not because it was unpleasant, on the contrary, Sano was elated about the fact that a part of Saitou now rests in him, but as usual, vigilance was not one of Sano’s strong points. Sano simply wasn't paying attention.

Saitou tried to crest his climax for as long as he possibly could, but being it had been awhile for the wolf, he had no choice in his situation, but to vent. His blissful spasm caused Saitou to double over, burying Sano’s head in his lap. He held Sano steady, as still as he could to keep the sensitivity from staggering him.

Sano put his best effort forward to refrain from coughing, but Saitou, in his climatic leap over the edge was not aware of Sano’s situation.

Sano thew his head back in one abrupt motion and [Cough, Cough] gasped for air. As he held his hand up in front of his mouth, Sano tried to clear his airway and not spray Saitou in the process.

Saitou straightens himself and sat erect. “You Moron!” Saitou looked at Sano and shook his head.

Even though Sano will always be who Sano is, Saitou could not help but feel the connection between them. For Saitou, this event brought Sano closer to him, and Saitou felt the bond between them begin its development. Saitou laughed and set on collecting himself. He looked over at Sano and smiled.

Sano smiled back, feeling sort of inadequate again. But he too felt as though the bonding between he and the one he once hated, but now loved had begun.

Saitou signaled to the driver of the carriage and let the driver know that the men had concluded their meeting. The carriage turned south and proceeded the way it came.

The ride back was a quiet one, with Saitou enjoying his cigarette and Sano enjoying just being there with Saitou out in the country.
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