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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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The debriefing for the Horie case was long and tiring for Saitou and Cho, which also included an abundance of paperwork to review. The loose pages of reports were heaped in piles upon Saitou’s desk, and the two worked quietly together, with Saitou stamping and Cho filing each document, the process seemed unending.

“Here you go, final one,” said Saitou as he flipped the last of the countless forms into the dwindling pile of documents. “After you’re finished with this I will assign someone tomorrow to take care of the rest.” Saitou dabbed his smoke out in the tray and pushed himself away from the desk.

“Wait a minute, I usually do the general filing,” said Cho a little confused.

“You won’t be doing it anymore, your subordinate will take care of the mundane details and free you up to carry your own cases from here on,” Saitou said as he made his way to the door. He picked up his coat from the rack and turned to look at Cho. “I know this may not be the wisest thing I’ve decided to do, but you are being promoted tomorrow.”

“WhoooooWeeeee!” Cho shouted, loud enough to cause Saitou to shrug his shoulders at his partner’s shrilling shriek. “I just knew I was in for a promotion! I can’t blame you for deciding to push me forward. After all, I carried my own in this last case, and I never let you down in the least bit, did I?”

Saitou rolled his eyes and shook his head from side to side. “Don’t tempt me to read my long list of the things you hadn’t done right. Just make sure you find your way in here tomorrow—early.”

“Yes Fujita-sir…bright and early!” Cho exclaimed as he stood from his chair and bowed.

Saitou made his way through the precinct as usual, but as he walked along he realized that his heart was racing. The Horie case, was in the process of being closed, but what about his personal case? Saitou understood that he had much to consider concerning his relationship with Sano and the amount of time he was spending apart from his sons.

“Home,” Saitou ordered the carriage driver as he climbed into the cab and sat. The driver shut the door behind him and moments later, the carriage was set in motion. He reached into his coat’s pocket and retrieved a smoke to enjoy on the ride home. He lit the rolled tobacco and blew the white fume from between his lips, which was quickly captured by the passing wind just outside the carriage’s window.

Saitou wanted to race to the Kamiya Dojo and be reunited with Sano, but he decided against doing so. His logical reasoning had him believe that Horie was no longer a threat to Sano, so there was no other reason for him to show up at the dojo like that. His heart felt like it weighed a ton, difficult to carry. His mind cradled mixed feelings of what to do within his situation, but nothing he could think of so far seemed to make much sense to him. Though his desires were to see to his son’s security, he also yearned for mental and emotional security for himself with Sano. Was it possible to have both?

The carriage slowed and rounded the bank, which was a signal that he was approaching his destination. Out through the window Saitou flicked his finished smoke and gathered his coat along with his travel bag, and then waited a few seconds longer for the transport to stop.

“Tomorrow?” The driver asked as he held the door open for Saitou as he exited the cab.

“Hai, around noon,” Saitou replied. “I have some catching up here to do as well, being that I was away for so long.”

The driver nodded and shut the door after Saitou’s dismount. “Should I send a man to help?”

“That won’t be necessary, I can manage. Thank you.”

Saitou slung the coat over his shoulder, picked up his travel bag, and approached the gate to his garden. A refreshing breeze met him at the gate welcoming him home. He immediately noticed that the gate was already unlatched; through he was absolutely sure he secured it before leaving for the Kamiya Dojo.

“Sanosuke…” Saitou muttered beneath his breath as he stepped through the gate, his heart pounding a little faster with anticipation. He turned to secure the gate, and then commenced making his way through the garden’s path, as he’d normally do by habit, stopping every several steps to pluck at an unwanted weed trying to make its way up through the stone walkway. “Sanosuke,” Saitou said aloud this time, greeting the handsome form of his mate sitting upon his porch.

“What took you so damn long?” Sano asked rather sarcastically. Sano tried to play it cool, but it only held true outwardly. Inwardly his heart beat against his chest with aggressive force. His entirety desired to be in Saitou’s arms once again. Too many unavoidable situations went on between them, separating them from the closeness they had originally laid out together. Sano wanted to remedy that, but he was unsure about Saitou’s mood.

“Sanosuke,” Saitou murmured for the third time. “I was not expecting to see you here.”

“When were you expecting to see me? Tomorrow—a week from now? I’m willing to bet my life on the fact that you didn’t bother to check me out at the dojo before you came here.” Sano stood up and walked over to Saitou who was focusing on unlatching the entry door. “What gives Saitou? Are you tired of me?”

Without a word Saitou quickly crossed over the threshold and entered the house, setting his travel bag and coat beside the door. He chose to ignore Sano’s question, not in the least bit interested in allowing himself to be pulled into one of Sano’s predictable squabbles. Instead, Saitou walked directly to the kitchen and began setting up the kindle for the tea and bath water.

“Saitou…” Sano whined. “Why is it this way between us now?” Sano asked as he leaned against the kitchen’s doorway. “I would think you’d be glad to see me.”

Saitou lit the fire and set the water kettle on its hook over it. Yes, he was glad to see Sano, more than he cared to admit to himself. However, how was he supposed to sort out his dilemma when Sano was present? Saitou was already feeling conviction over the precious, lost time he had been apart from his two boys, but how would he to deal with being separated from Sano? He looked at the young man standing at the doorway whose body cried out to him to take up into his arms.

“Damn it, ahou!” Saitou shouted as he abandoned his resistance and quickly walked over and pressed his body against Sano’s warmth. The familiar feeling of Sano’s firm, athletic body enticed Saitou’s manhood to awaken fully in an instant. In his arms, Saitou held his lover as he had wanted to do so all along, and then he pressed his lips upon Sano’s, completely overpowering the young man, taking him for his own in a deep long kiss.

Sano’s excitement enlivened afresh as Saitou’s tongue entered his mouth in search for his. He had yearned for Saitou’s embrace for too long, and now finally, Saitou’s strong, capable arms held him tightly as Saitou’s tongue darted around his mouth ravenously tasting him. Sano parted his lips wide as Saitou lapped hungrily against his tongue, the sound of the passionate kiss filled the room along with heavy breathing from the two.

“Oh fuck Saitou, I’ve missed you,” said Sano as he gasped for air. “You feel even better than ever.”

Sano’s hands roamed Saitou’s body, beginning at the shoulders, down the back, and then around Saitou’s waist. The thick fabric of Saitou’s police uniform only fueled Sano’s craving for more. Each time Sano passed his hand over, or even near Saitou’s swollen manhood, the wolf let out an audible moan, which stimulated Sano’s desire to do more exploration. Sano took Saitou by the ass cheeks and firmly squeezed and massaged the fleshy mounds in his hands, and at the same time he pressed his erect flesh against Saitou’s equally aroused member. Sano relaxed his throat, so to allow the sensuous moans that express his pleasure to escape from between his lips.

“Oi, slow down,” Saitou said as he gently pushed Sano from him. “We have all night. I have yet to unwind from the office and wash up.”

“You mean you want me to stay?” Sano asked rather surprised.

“What kind of question is that?” Saitou turned from Sano and walked back over to the entry to fetch his travel bag, “Set the ocha out for us, will you?”

“Oh yeah, sure,” replied Sano as he stepped aside to allow Saitou back into the kitchen, and then he watched the wolf continue to the washroom from there. Sano quickly started on the task of preparing the tea, “I wasn’t sure if you wanted me here, so I asked,” he shouted over the sounds of clattering cups and clanking water kettle. Then quietly to himself he murmured, “Shit, I’m not sure about anything anymore.”

“Sanosuke, pour some of that hot water for me, I need it for my wash.”

“I was already getting that,” replied Sano as he carried a shallow basin filled with steaming water through the kitchen. “Where do you want it?”

“Set it right there,” Saitou pointed to a small table near the back entry, and then grabbed a washcloth off the wooden peg.”

“Hey, I know…” Sano said as he pointed his index finger vertical in front of himself, “I’ll help you wash!”

Saitou immediately frowned, “I am in no need of your assistance Sanosuke,” he said.

“Awww come on, it’ll be fun.”

“I am not in the mood for this Sanosuke. Now go and ready the tea,” Saitou ordered with a gesturing hand.

Sano sighed heavily and frowned. “You used to be fun,” Sano said sounding disappointed as he turned to leave Saitou to his cleansing.

Saitou tightly shut his eyes as Sano’s words hit his heart. It was true and Saitou knew it, though it was difficult for him to admit it to himself. He couldn’t deny seeing Sano’s needs being unmet. Saitou was aware that Sano needed more than what Saitou felt capable of giving.

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“Did Cho tell Mitsu about Ichie’s death?” Aoshi asked Kenshin as they walked together toward the dorm rooms.

“Not yet,” Kenshin replied. “He told me that he is waiting on the right time, preferably when he has her alone and all is quiet.”

“Understandable,” Aoshi nodded. “Mitsu is a strong woman, however it will not be an easy task for her to forgive Horie after all that man had done to her.”

“Now there is nothing to keep Kaoru from returning to the dojo,” said Kenshin, “the threat is no longer present. There is nothing to keep you here now either,” he sighed deeply, “your mission has been completed.”

Aoshi said nothing in response to Kenshin’s statement, but continued walking. Though what Kenshin said held nothing but the truth, it only pointed out the fact that changes for them was inevitable. However, Aoshi did not want to be confronted with the facts, not right then. Not when all that was within him desired to sweep Kenshin away and unbridle the immediate passion he knew they both felt for one another.

Aoshi set his arm around the back of Kenshin’s neck as they walked the few stair steps up to the landing that faced the doorway to Aoshi’s room. Kenshin knew straightaway that his lover wanted him, needed him. Before either of them entered the room, they embraced at the doorway and communicated without verbal exchange. The air around them seemed to quiet itself, as though time took leave and all else around them melded into the background, which was far, far away. Neither wanted to face what was ahead, for they both knew things were rapidly going to change. However, the two held on to the other tightly. All that mattered was their embrace, the only real, tangible thing they were able to share right then.

They stood together like that until the sun sank below the horizon and the evening cries of the settling birds ceased in the treetops. Neither of them wanted to let go of the moment, afraid that if they did, they would never be able to find each other again. Somehow in that way, their embrace was different, deeper, and stronger than it ever was before.

As soon as the sun dipped below the horizon the playful banter of night sounds budded around them. They kissed, their feelings keen, each bathing their tongue in the refreshing oral stream of the other.

By then Aoshi was ravenous for more of Kenshin. He urgently pushed Kenshin against the door frame, forcing his torso and hips forward fervidly in need of feeling Kenshin’s accepting response to his impassioned advances.

“Haah,” Kenshin breathed. Aoshi’s carnal thirst was most apparent to Kenshin, so he responded by parting his legs to allow Aoshi’s knee between them. “Aoshi…” he whispered feeling his lover push against him with more urgency.

“I’d like to take you right here, right now,” said Aoshi as his sex member swelled even more between his legs and pushed up against his tightly fitted fundoshi, covered by his dark colored yukata. “Mmmm yes, I thought on little else after the Horie incident. As soon as it was over I desired myself right where I am now.”

Kenshin peered up to see Aoshi’s bright blue eyes staring back at him. He’s never gotten over the stunning attractiveness of Aoshi’s sharp facial features, which seemed even more handsome to Kenshin as the moon made its appearance over the hilltops. The sight totally consumed Kenshin and mercilessly stole his breath.

“I would appreciate it if you would take me,” said Kenshin with a wide grin, his eyes appeared to be two arches drawn upon his face. “In fact, why do you not have your way with me, right here, right now?” Kenshin parted his kimono at his chest and ran his index finger between his chest plates in a teasing manner enticing Aoshi to advance.

Aoshi’s salacious growl sounded as he pressed his lips against the swordsman’s susceptible ear. He could feel Kenshin’s willingness to surrender to him, and that realization gave Aoshi all the more reason to ravenously devour every part of his lover. After licking and sucking Kenshin’s ear and bathing the swordsman’s neck with titillating kisses Aoshi stepped back and panned his sight over his sexual appealing repast.

“Shall we go inside,” Aoshi suggested in a low, almost hypnotic tone that dripped with lust.

Kenshin smiled slyly and wiped the corner of his mouth with the knuckle of his index finger where Aoshi had just visited with wet, warm kisses moments before. “I thought it was right here that you desired to take me,” he said.

“Mmmm, I see. Does the outside air excite you, or does the risk of being discovered stimulate you more?” Aoshi’s eyes sparkled with sexual yearning, eager to advance to the next passionate level.

“I enjoy looking at the moonlit scenery especially when your body is against my own,” Kenshin replied also enthusiastic about forwarding to the next stage of sexual play. He could barely take his eyes away from Aoshi’s stunning visage with the moon’s reflection casting shadows over his seemingly flawless facial features.

“Come then,” Aoshi said. He set his hand upon Kenshin’s shoulder gently and walked him a few steps to the railing at the edge of the landing. “You can see the moon better from here.” Aoshi positioned himself directly behind Kenshin and leaned into him. “I can take you right here like this if you wish to look at the moon,” Aoshi said while he kissed the nape of Kenshin’s neck. He pulled Kenshin’s unique scent into his nostrils, filling his lungs, and then exhaled hotly against the flesh he knew so well.

“Mmmmm,” Kenshin’s moan took flight into the crisp night air as his breath escaped him. With trembling hands Kenshin quickly undid the obi that wrapped around his waist, and by doing so caused the heavy material of his kimono to fall open revealing the cream color fabric of his fundoshi beneath. “Aoshi, I must do this,” he said and proceeded to unravel his undergarment.

In the moonlight, Aoshi could plainly see Kenshin’s hands untie the layers of cloth that covered what he desired the most—Kenshin’s cock. Moving Kenshin hair to the side, he peered over Kenshin’s shoulder to set his eyes on what he was burning within to see. Aoshi knew that Kenshin was teasing him by the very manner the swordsman worked at unveiling the manly treasure. Just the mere sight of his lover’s organ produced immeasurable sensual delight for Aoshi. He eagerly anticipated the best.

“You find pleasure in showing yourself to me, don’t you?” Aoshi asked already knowing the answer to his question.

“I know that this excites you,” said Kenshin as he dropped the remaining portion of his fundoshi onto the wooden planks beneath and quickly took his fully aroused organ into his hand.

“Mmmm, you are correct in saying that. The sight of you touching yourself in this manner…”

Kenshin pulled his foreskin back exposing the head of his dewy swell and glanced up at Aoshi who was staring at his hands. Every time Kenshin pulled more of his foreskin down his cock’s shaft he felt Aoshi’s hard erection jerk against his backside even through the fabric of their clothing separated their flesh. There was no mistaking that Aoshi’s organ was fighting for freedom, grinding against the material that held it captive.

Aoshi trailed his hands over Kenshin’s chest, and then down to the sides of his waist. Taking his lover by the hips he pressed his hardened cock against Kenshin’s ass cheeks. He grew tired of the clothing obstacle and paused long enough to untie his obi and then release his cock from the restraints of his undergarment.

“Hmmm,” Aoshi hummed with pleasurable delight as he took his own manhood into his hand and repositioned himself against Kenshin’s back once again. He slipped his arm over Kenshin’s shoulder and placed his palm over the swordsman’s chest until the tips of his thumb and index finger caught one of Kenshin’s nipples between its grasp. Aoshi pinched the flesh peaks firmly.

“Oro!” Kenshin gasped in response to having his nipple tweaked. Kenshin closed his eyes and began stroking his cock while Aoshi pinched and tugged at each of his nipples. It caused Kenshin to experience the most pleasurable, electrifying sensations that sped through his torso and ended up wrapping around his cock urging him quickly to the next level of unbridled bliss. “Aoshi…oh…” Kenshin groaned as his nipples underwent the thrilling process of being sensuously tormented. “Aoshi I want you inside of me, please,” Kenshin’s request sounded urgent, a sure sign that Kenshin was teetering, just short of his rapturous climax. Kenshin instinctively ceased stroking his cock and leaned forward. He placed both hands upon the railing bracing himself for Aoshi’s entry.

Aoshi didn’t have to be coaxed into the next step of their lovemaking. Wasting no time at all, he tossed the kimono skirt over Kenshin’s rump and maneuvered his cock to target Kenshin’s portal. Aoshi spat in his hand and smoothed his saliva over his shaft, shivering at the marvelous sensations in the process, and then he spread Kenshin’s buttocks. The light of the moon made his target easy to see, so Aoshi spat again hitting his mark with the precision of a ninja.

“Spread your legs,” Aoshi commanded as he pressed the head of his cock against Kenshin’s tightness.

Kenshin did as Aoshi asked. He even arched his back eagerly anticipating Aoshi’s entry.

Aoshi held his cock steady at Kenshin’s tight sphincter with his one hand. With his other hand, he took Kenshin by the hip and guided the swordsman backward to slip over his engorged, masculine flesh.

Kenshin pushed back with Aoshi’s guidance, tightly fitting his lover’s cock like a glove. He quietly gasped as his muscle complained a bit, but it was nothing a few strokes of his cock could not settle. The sharp pain was actually pleasurable for Kenshin, heightening his already intense passion. He found himself in jubilant euphoria. He was on the brink of his orgasm, but he wanted the heated session to last.

Kenshin’s ass took Aoshi blissfully; from the head of his cock to its base Aoshi drove himself deeply into his lover. It was by no surprise that Aoshi found himself gulping for air, for his entry into Kenshin overwhelmed him with unspeakable pleasures. It took Aoshi a moment to calm down. He was also at the brink of spilling his seed, the delayed encounter between Kenshin and Aoshi had them all the more sensitive to the stimulating love session.

Recovered from the initial entry, Aoshi began to pump his cock into the heat of Kenshin’s sexual receiver. He glanced down and observed his cock as it passed in and out of the portal that so eagerly swallowed his burning male-flesh. With fierce passion, he fucked Kenshin faster, his hips rhythmatically danced circle and figure eight patterns propelling himself toward one of the most powerful climaxes he would ever experienced.

Kenshin was already overcome with his eminent arrival, which was by then, impossible for him to hold off any longer. With his fingernails well dug into the wooden railing before him, Kenshin let out an agonizing cry of all-consuming passion and tossed his head backward as he shot forth his seed hitting part of the railing and beyond.

Aoshi quickly followed Kenshin’s climatic lead and slammed his hips against Kenshin’s ass forcing his exploding organ as deep into Kenshin as it possibly could go, and then Aoshi fully delivered his seed in its entirety, filling the very chamber that eagerly brought him to completion.

They were both weak legged, but terribly satisfied as they faced one another once again and practically fell into each other’s arms. Kenshin and Aoshi stood there trembling for a short while until their lips met and their afterglow was made perfect, as the moon seemed to smile upon the two.

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“Where do you want the ocha?” Sano asked when Saitou returned to the kitchen holding a towel to his head.

“Let’s go into the main room. I’m ready to relax,” Saitou replied as he set the towel on the rack to dry.

Sano placed the tea upon the serving tray, along with a few things to eat, “I’ll get the zabutons all set for you, so you won’t have to lift a finger,” he said excitedly. He had been waiting all day to be with Saitou.

Saitou grabbed a bottle of sake off the shelf not bothering to pick up drinking cups since Sano had already set the table for tea. What Saitou really needed was a good hefty shot of sake to ease the tension he had been battling with for the last few days.

Upon entering the main room Saitou was halted by the appearance of Sano sprawled upon the various zabutons Saitou had collected as a hobby. What met him lying there upon the silky and exotic zabuton covers was the most delicious morsel he had seen in a long while. Sure, Saitou had been with Sano countless of times, but it had been a while, and now that the stress of having one of Horie’s shinobi popping onto the scene was absent, Saitou realized that he was free to appreciate the many enticing qualities his mate possessed.

“Here you go,” said Sano patting the pillows beside him,” this place was made special for you."

Saitou was charmed by Sano’s radiance, and the way the young man’s ardent, oval shaped eyes enveloped him had his heart quickly stumbling over its beats. Saitou knelt beside Sano and relished the sight of his handsome lover. It was difficult for Saitou to keep from being bombarded by emotion and yet remain still and interact with Sano.

“Sake?” Sano questioned. “I thought it was ocha you wanted.”

Saitou finally broke his stare from Sano and leaned against the pillows that Sano carefully set in place for his relaxation. “I seem to have a craving for this,” said Saitou as he leaned over Sano to pick up the teacup that Sano had brought in on the tray. He held the cup in place and nodded, a gesture inviting a generous serving.

Sano poured the alcoholic elixir for Saitou. “There you go,” said Sano, “I guess you were really craving this stuff. Sano waited for Saitou to drink the serving, and then he poured more, filling Saitou’s cup to the brim. Saitou sipped, looked up at Sano and then with a quick tilt of the cup, Saitou down the entire cupful. Sano poured yet another.

Saitou drank several more servings until finally, he held up his hand to end the process. The fine wine eventually made its way to Saitou’s tensed muscles allowing him to relax. He again, looked over at Sano who had not wavered from staring at him.

“Is there something on your mind?” Saitou asked.

“Yeah, I have to tell you about what went on in that stinking cave of Horie’s.

Saitou nodded encouraging Sano to continue, “I’m listening,” he said.

It was very obvious that Sano was nervous over what he needed to tell Saitou. What had happened to him was rather humiliating, but he didn’t feel it was in his best interest to keep it from the wolf. He could have waited until later, but how was he to make love with Saitou with what was weighing so heavily upon his shoulders. No, Sano believed it was best for him to tell Saitou what had happened.

Sano glanced up at Saitou’s piercing stare and quickly looked away again. Saitou’s eyes were killers when it came to having to confession.

“Shit, I don’t know how to tell you damn it,” Sano complained. "It’s all so embarrassing."

“What is?”
Sano shrugged and glanced up at Saitou again. “It is embarrassing to tell you.”

“I am not asking you to tell me anything,” Saitou said.

“I know that, but I feel I have to get this shit off my chest, before anything else.”

“I’m listening.”

“Maybe if you kiss me first I’ll find the guts to tell you,” suggested Sano.

Without saying anything further, Saitou leaned forward, reached over and pulled Sano closer to him, until Sano’s body pressed against him. He took his mate by the chin and raised his mouth to meet his own. The kiss was delectable as it normally was every time Saitou had the opportunity to kiss his mate. He snaked his tongue into Sano’s mouth and became quickly aroused.

So it was with Sano as well. Sano found Saitou’s kiss so exhilarating he quickly forgot all about telling Saitou how Horie used him for perverted purposes. All Sano was able to do right then was yield to the enjoyment of Saitou’s rapacious kiss.

Saitou pulled away from Sano’s lips and kissed him lightly at the corners of the mouth. “Now are you able to talk to me?” he asked.

“Talk to you about what?”
Saitou frowned.
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