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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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It was definitely Cho’s day. He was on top of the world, though in the back of his mind the concern he had for Mitsu was certainly present. His wish for Mitsu, ever since he’d laid eyes on the young woman, was to deliver her from the clutches of Horie. Cho had finally met his goal, but at what cost? It will take some time for Mitsu to heal from the loss of her sister, Ichie.

Saitou walked into the outer office where Cho’s desk was stationed. He was also preoccupied with thoughts that obviously weighed on him. Having to deal with an ex-wife, children, and a lover had Saitou’s concerns much more complicated than that of Cho’s. Though Saitou’s mind was occupied, he hadn’t forgotten that he had promised Cho a promotion. In his hand he carried the folder with the necessary paperwork to officially bump Cho up to the status of assistant investigator. In Saitou’s other hand he carried his coat draped over his arm, for the day promised sunshine for the most part.

“Cho! In my office,” Saitou ordered as he walked passed Cho’s desk on the way to his own.

“Yes! Right away, Fujita-sir!” Cho replied quite sharply, much like a military soldier would do in answer to a higher-ranking officer.

Saitou took his seat behind his desk and immediately lit up a smoke. It was his third for the morning. Saitou was counting in an effort to cut down his intake of rolled tobacco, for he’d noticed that the tight wads of rolled tobacco had been causing his throat to become irritated as of late.

“Sit,” Saitou nodded to the chair directly at front of his wide, wooden desk.

“Yes sir,” Cho replied from the middle of the office, and then he quickly sat on the other side of the desk, at face with Saitou, who was going over the promotion papers. Yes, Cho was already anticipating what was about to come.

Saitou looked up from the opened folder. “Has it taken a promotion to have you present yourself so formally?”

“Well, I am honored,” replied Cho. “It isn’t every day something like this takes place in my life. Hell, it wasn’t too long ago when I was on the opposite side of the law, so my making any kind of advancement on the lawful side has gained my own respect, you could say.”

Saitou nodded. Indeed, Cho had come a long way since Saitou stole him away from a life of wandering and crime. Cho was only one of the many people Saitou had a hand in changing the course of their lives for the better. It was an accomplishment for Saitou, as much as it was for Cho.

“Don’t let this promotion get to your head,” Saitou warned.

“Hell, how can it?” Cho snickered mischievously. “I knew from the get-go that teaming up with you would make us invincible. Nothing’s changed, I still believe we have a lot of bad asses out there to kick, and nothin’ is gonna stand in our way.”

Saitou smirked and shook his head slowly from side to side. “So much for not allowing it to get to your head,” he murmured. “I don’t think there is anything that can bring you down from your high steed.”

“You got it all wrong, Fujita-sir. I’m not prideful about it; I’m just convinced that we’re the best! I believe it in my balls! There ain’t anything, and there ain’t no one that can convince me otherwise. You and me, as a team, well… There ain’t nothing like us, and that’s what I believe. And there ain’t gonna be anyone like us neither!”

Saitou shut the folder and handed it to Cho. “Here, everything is in order. Take this next door and they’ll assign you to your very own office.” Saitou kicked back in his chair and took a deep drag off his rolled tobacco, and then exhaled.

“You mean I have to move? But hell, I like it where I am now,” Cho voiced his slight complaint.

With his eyes at a squint Saitou peered at Cho. The smoke in the air was definitely bothering Saitou, but Cho had always irritated him more than smoke in his eyes ever did. “Stop your complaining,” said Saitou. “The new office comes with your new position.”

“What about working together, you and I? What about our unbeatable teamwork?” Cho questioned almost in a panic.

“Relax.” Saitou leaned forward to snuff out his smoke in the tray upon his desk. “None of that has changed. We go on as before, except from now on, someone else will be working directly beneath you as you had been doing for me. When I give you an order, you get it done, whether you assign the task to your subordinate, or not, that is for you to decide. What I expect from you is results; preferably, immediate results.”

“Yes, of course,” replied Cho with a sigh of relief. There wasn’t anyone on the face of all Japan he’d rather be working with than Saitou. For a moment Cho thought about turning down the promotion to keep his position at Saitou’s side. Now, that it had been made clear to Cho that their team would remain intact and the promotion meant a substantial pay increase as well, he could go ahead with his plans to marry Mitsu and start on the family she’d always wanted.

Suddenly a knock sounded at the door.
“Come,” Saitou called out.

The door slowly opened, and soon stood standing just inside the doorway, a medium built young man with short, dark wavy hair that had been combed back neatly away from his face. He was sent fresh from Tokyo Metro Police Training.

“Fujita Goro?”

“I am he,” Saitou replied as he peered past Cho to eye the young man who’d just stepped into his office.

“Sir, I am, Watanabe Haru, reporting from TMPT.”

Saitou nodded. “I’ve been expecting you,” he said, and then nodded toward Cho. “Cho here will show you to your station and fill you in on your duties. You are replacing Cho-kun here.”

Cho immediately took his eye full of the young, inexperienced man that stood at the doorway, and then he smiled. It wasn’t too long ago that it was Cho himself standing in the exact same spot as the young man not knowing what to expect from Saitou. It all seemed like a lifetime ago.

“Yes sir, Fujita-sir,” Cho said as he hopped straight up from his chair to face the new recruit. He quickly turned around again to face Saitou, bowed, “Will there be anything else sir?”

“That is all Cho-kun,” replied Saitou, for Cho’s behavior was rather amusing to see. It was quite obvious to Saitou that Cho desired to set his new position off to a good start, and Saitou had to admit that it made him proud to have Cho on his investigative team.

“Come with me Watanabe-kun,” said Cho. “I have a lot to go over with you; first of it being, getting you to understand that your rank here is well below my own and…”

Cho’s voice became muffled after the door shut behind them. Saitou was again left with his thoughts to ponder upon. He was still undecided about his situation with Sano. However, after being with Sano that morning, Saitou couldn’t imagine asking Sano to move on in any other direction than the direction Saitou was moving in his life. How could Saitou even consider living a life apart from Sano’s? It had been too long that Saitou had been alone, way too long in need of passion. Saitou’s heart ached with heaviness as his decision teetered between holding on to Sano and letting him go.

“Damn it, Ahou…” Saitou whispered to himself as he reached into his pocket and pulled out another smoke. “This is number four,” he said as he glared at the rolled piece of tobacco.

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“The train is early, for once,” Aoshi said as he stood in line to climb aboard the wood and steel monstrosity along with Kenshin at his side. “I am pleased that you decided to make this trip with me.”

Kenshin, already smiling with shared gladness nodded in response. “When I think about it Aoshi, I don’t know of any other way for us. Our life’s path was destined to meet, bond, and then complete itself together. There is a peace in knowing that we are doing only what was meant for us to do from the beginning.”

The line inched its way toward the train’s entry.

“You know it will not be easy for us having to be separated from time to time,” Aoshi said as a reminder. He carefully studied Kenshin’s reaction to what he had just said, watchful to see if there would be any hesitation on Kenshin’s part.

“I understand that,” Kenshin’s response was immediate. “However, I am willing to be patient and wait for whatever time we are meant to have. The rest of the time apart, will find me counting the hours until we are together again.”

They entered the train and walked through two compartments before locating an available bench for two. With travel bags stored away, they sat. Kenshin sat closer to the window, peered out of its wooden frame, while Aoshi’s eyes was captured by the crook of Kenshin’s fair neck. Aoshi desired more than anything to lean over and set his lips upon Kenshin’s familiar skin. How will it be possible for him to keep his hands at bay throughout the long ride to Kyoto? Kenshin and Aoshi barely had gotten settled their seats and Aoshi’s desire to taste Kenshin kindled excitement between his legs, which in turn, was producing a sizeable erection.

Aoshi leaned in closer to Kenshin, as though he was about to tell him a secret. The warmth of the swordsman’s body had him in want even more. “I am willing to wait as well,” said he.

“Oro?” Kenshin questioned. He tilted his ear toward Aoshi to make sure he was able to catch what the shinobi had muttered earlier, but missed.

Aoshi breathed hotly into Kenshin’s ear, and then repeated his statement slowly. “I am willing to wait to be with you again, no matter how long it is that time separates us.”

Aoshi’s moist, heated breath caressed Kenshin’s ear, enticing his sleeping manhood to stir. Kenshin sighed, and then he nodded with understanding as he looked into Aoshi’s icy blue eyes as Aoshi pulled away from him.

They were like two storm clouds full of charge sending electric pulses between them. Even though the train had been filled to capacity their connection held them fast. It didn’t seem to matter to either of them what people might have thought as they sat momentarily fixed within their visual embrace. What did it matter anyway; the two were joined by an invisible force that, they believed, bound them for eternity.

The train jolted forward, and then back again, dislocating the spellbound couple from their trance-like stare. Kenshin turned his sight back out past the window and was relieved to see that they were finally on their way to Kyoto. They had a long ride ahead of them, and as far as Kenshin was concerned, it looked like it was going to be a difficult travel if it meant that Kenshin must restrain himself from intimately touching his mate.

The jerking subsided into well-rounded sways that simply rocked their cabin gently to and fro, which meant that they were well on their way. It was Kenshin’s turn to take in the sight of Aoshi who seemed comfortable as the shinobi could possibly be in a train with wooden benches. Kenshin had already studied the people who were seated around them. It was a habit that stuck with him since his hitokiri days. Everyone appeared to be busy in chatter, or gazing out at the passing scenery beyond the windows, which also forced fresh air over the lot that were seated within.

Sensing that he was being watched Aoshi turned his head and peeked through his resting eyelids.

“You could feel me, could you not?” Kenshin questioned.

“Hmn,” Aoshi nodded. “However, I would not mind feeling more of you right now.”

Kenshin’s grin arched his eyes. “Perhaps we should stop off at an inn when we get to Kyoto to refresh ourselves before setting off to meet with the women?”

“Ahhh, good idea Himura-san. Good thinking indeed.”

It was settled. The two had decided to become one again in Kyoto before stepping into their expected roles with the women.

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“Fujita-sir,” a voice called after a rap at the door sounded.

“Come,” said Saitou once again buried in paperwork.

It was the new man on the job, Watanabe. “There is a Akatsuki, Mitsu to see you sir,”

“I see,” said Saitou and hesitated for a moment. “Send her in.”

A moment of murmur in the other room, and then Mitsu entered through the doorway. “Forgive me Fujita-sama,” Mitsu said. “I wasn’t sure if you were at your office, but I took my chances and came by anyway.”

“I am glad you did, Mitsu-san. Please, come in and tell me what it is that I may do for you,” said Saitou. "Forgive me,” Saitou pardoned himself, “would you like for me to pour you ocha?”

“No, it is all right Fujita-san, I’ll not take up much of your time,” Mitsu replied standing just beyond the doorway.

“Well, at least come and have a seat here,” Saitou gestured to the chair located before his desk.

Mitsu made her way across the short distance of the room. She noticed that the condition of the room was surprisingly in order, not what she had expected for an investigator’s office to be like. What little sign of hectic and involved work was in a little scatter directly before Saitou upon his desk, everything else was impeccably spotless.

“As I’ve said, I’m not here to take up much of your time Fujita-san, but I couldn’t begin my life afresh without thanking you for all that you’ve done,” Mitsu said with tears welling in her eyes.

Saitou made his way around the desk and pulled up another single chair and sat in it next to her. “I did my job, Mitsu-san. Horie ruined too many lives, and we needed to stop him before he ruined any more.”

“I know that,” said Mitsu as she pulled a tissue from the sleeve of her kimono to catch a tear that rolled down her cheek. “However, you didn’t arrest me. After all, I was Horie’s woman and a part of the underworld as well.”

“Yes, but you are also a good woman,” said Saitou. “I knew that from the moment we met. Unfortunately in life, people sometimes find themselves in situations and circumstances that forces even good people to do what appears to be evil, however inwardly, their hearts remain pure. Then again, I’ve met many people who seem to be doing good outwardly, yet their hearts and minds are impure. They are motivated by greed and hate, eventually corrupting others in their wake.”

“Oh Fujita-san,” Mitsu wept into her cupped hands, “I meant no harm to anyone. I desired to be free from Horie, but then my fear to do so cost my sister her life.”

“NO!” Saitou shouted. “You are not to blame for your sister’s death anymore than I am to blame for the deaths of my comrades during the war! God damn it! What makes us think that we have the right to carry another person’s guilt upon ourselves, when each person is responsible for making his or her own decision? Every single one of us must walk his or her own path while here upon this earth, and you must go on to walk yours now. Ichie-san took it upon herself to leave Cho-kun’s protection, and that is why she is no longer with you.”

Saitou set his hand upon Mitsu’s shoulder and gave her a gentle shake. “Oi Mitsu-san! Leave all of what happened behind. You have a whole lifetime ahead of you. A brand new life, with Cho-kun.”

Saitou stood from his seat and quickly walked to the door.

“Watanabe-kun,” Saitou called out startling the new man at his file work.

“Hai, hai, Fujita-sir?”

“Tell Cho-kun to drop what he is doing and have him come to my office,” ordered Saitou.

“Hai! Right away, Fujita-sir!”

Saitou turned once again to Mitsu who appeared to be in much better spirits since she’d first arrived to meet with Saitou.

“I can’t thank you enough,” said Mitsu graciously bowing as Saitou approached her.

“There is no need to thank me. I am glad that you are alive to live your life differently now,” Saitou smiled warmly, sincerely.

Cho’s head poked through the doorway as it usually does whenever Cho made an appearance in Saitou’s office. “Fujita-sir, I’m told that you…” He stopped mid-sentence surprised to find Mitsu standing at the foot of Saitou’s desk.

“Mitsu-chan!” Cho promptly took his position at her side. “Mitsu-chan, is everything all right? What are you doing here?”

Mitsu smiled, happy to see Cho again. “Yes, everything is just fine,” she said. “I wanted to tank Fujita-sama for all that he’d done for me.”

“For us,” Cho corrected Mitsu as he tucked his arm around her waist to pull her closer to him.

“Yes, yes,” Mitsu agreed, “for us.”

Cho turned to Saitou. “Yeah well, I guess I hadn’t come right out and told you how grateful I am for your letting Mitsu have her freedom and all.”

Saitou frowned, “Enough about that. It’s time to move on from here and step out onto another case.”

“I’m ready to take on Japan whenever you are, Fujita-sir,” said Cho as he stood erect and bowed.

“Well, why don’t you first take care of your woman for a start? Go on and take her to that great miso-ya near the Kikue Bridge.”

“But Fujita-sir, it is my first day in my new position. I can’t take advantage so soon,” Cho shrugged.

“Ahhh, but a new position on the force is a good reason to celebrate. What do you say to the meal being on me? I’ll join the two of you,” Saitou said practically ordering the couple as he stepped toward the door.

“Hell, I’m gonna love my new position! I can feel it in my bones,” Cho announced setting his arm around Mitsu’s tiny waist to usher her through the door.

The three made their way past Watanabe’s desk where Saitou briefly stopped just long enough to say, “After you’re done with those files, there are more on the right side of my desk.”

“Hai, Fujita-sir!” Watanabe voice was barely heard over Cho’s chatter about how wonderful the miso is in Kyoto.

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Kenshin leaned against the door of the washroom. He had just finished relieving himself and was eager to get back to his seat where he’d left Aoshi, snoozing. Unexpectedly, before Kenshin could even move, Aoshi came swinging through the window only to land just short of exposed railroad track that shown through the floor of the washroom.

“Oro? Aoshi!” Kenshin held calm in his surprise. “What are you doing here? I left you asleep in your seat!”

“I am a shinobi,” Aoshi reminded Kenshin. “And what am I doing here? What do you think?” Aoshi made his way to Kenshin who was still leaning against the door to the washroom.

The look in Aoshi’s eyes was that of a man full of lust, a man desperate to feel his body pairing with his mate. Aoshi was a driven man, led by his desire to have Kenshin.

Kenshin smiled widely. “There are advantages of having a ninja for a lover,” he said as he held out his arms to capture Aoshi around the neck. Hungrily, Kenshin’s lips dove straight toward Aoshi’s moist, wet pucker, his tongue penetrating, snaked its way through Aoshi’s teeth, and there, he was rewarded with the intimate taste of his lover’s oral embrace.

“Hmmmm", Kenshin moaned with desire, for all he could think of while riding beside his mate was to have Aoshi inside of him.

“I plainly wanted to take you,” said Aoshi, “you knew that.” He pressed Kenshin against the door, and with his knee, he parted Kenshin’s leg as he drove his thirsty tongue again into the back of the swordsman’s throat.

Kenshin’s passion blazed its way though his body. He couldn’t lift his hakama fast enough to allow Aoshi access. “Aoshi, give me a second,” Kenshin requested as he tried to get his lover to take a step back. The train’s rocking motion wasn’t making it any easier for either of them to do things smoothly, yet there was something thoroughly enjoyable and exciting about their state in that washroom.

Aoshi didn’t listen to Kenshin, but rather kept his groin pressed against Kenshin, pinning his mate against the door. “Haaah,” Aoshi breathed into Kenshin’s ear, “this rocking motion, and the vibrations that are running up my legs, Kenshin…”

Aoshi opened his mouth wide and held his teeth against the flesh of Kenshin’s neck. Slowly, he bit down, causing Kenshin’s body to writhe against his.

“Itai…” Kenshin moaned loudly, however the loud clanging and clanking of the train car running over the tracks below was enough to drown out the sounds of passion that was being produced between them.

Kenshin’s reaction sent Aoshi’s nerve endings in search for more stimulation giving Aoshi reason to step back and allow Kenshin to make the necessary adjustment to his hakama and allow him access. Aoshi’s breathing was salaciously labored as he swept his hakama off to the side and pulled the tight fitting fundoshi to release his eager manhood.

“Aoshi,” said Kenshin. “You are dripping with moisture.”

Aoshi peered down at the tip of his cock; his foreskin was already pulling away from the tip of his cock naturally as it swelled fully erect, revealing the luscious bulb beneath. Yes indeed, the head of Aoshi’s cock dripped with saturated pre-come. It literally dripped off the head of his cock as he watched, amazed at his own reservoir.

“Quickly Himura…” Aoshi began to loose his breath with anticipation. His eagerness to bury his brazen muscle into Kenshin was driving him mad with passion.

Kenshin wasted no time. He simply hiked the leg of his hakama over his rear, exposing the tight roundness of his ass cheeks for Aoshi to visually ravage. Kenshin was also sure to release his straining organ. The head of his cock was just as drenched with the pre-come dew. Kenshin caught it in the palm of his hand before it dripped onto the floor and quickly dispersed the slippery substance along his shaft.

Aoshi steadied himself directly behind Kenshin. Placing his hand over Kenshin’s shoulder Aoshi propped himself against the door with extended arm, while Kenshin leaned into the door with his shoulder, bracing himself for Aoshi’s entry. There was no need for Aoshi to retrieve the flask of sensual lubricant, which he carried with him most everywhere he went by habit, for his sex was well coated with his own production.

Kenshin spread his legs apart relaxed his anal muscles to receive Aoshi. Kenshin felt Aoshi’s cock wedge itself between his ass cheeks. He felt pressure against his sphincter followed by a pinch, and then the quickening pain of being penetrated.

“Aaaggggh,” Kenshin’s reflexes had him reeling forward, but he recovered, bore down, and then thrust his hips back ramming his ass against Aoshi, sending the shinobi’s cock straight up his rear portal completely. Kenshin took hold of his own cock and began pumping it, holding his hips in place for Aoshi’s sexual assail.

Aoshi was overcome with electrocuting passion. His entire being desired to cry out as he mercilessly thrust his cock wildly into Kenshin until his body screamed to release. One final thrust sent Aoshi over the edge of no return. Aoshi’s semen spilled into Kenshin’s ass, filling his mate’s anal cavern with molten, sexual fluid.

Kenshin delivered his essence against the wooden door. His sexual mass hit the door so hard that Kenshin could have sworn his delivery sounded like a knock on the wooded surface. His strokes long and hard at the beginning of his orgasm, but then grew short to avoid contact with the sensitive area of his cock’s spongy crown.

Without conversation Aoshi turned Kenshin around to be at face with him. Holding the swordsman by the jaw he planted a deep kiss. Their bodies still tingled with climatic sensations as their tongues danced together in a short-lived afterglow. The next minute, Aoshi left Kenshin to clean up on his own as he made his exit by way of the window.

Kenshin took his time to refresh himself and adjust his clothing. After all, there didn’t seem to be anyone who needed to use the facility. Sexually, Kenshin felt completely relieved from the tension that gnawed at his loins earlier when he first boarded the train with Aoshi. Emotionally, as the sexual passion subsided, Kenshin realized his genuine love for his mate. He sighed deeply, opened the door and exited the washroom.

Aoshi looked up from his seat as Kenshin approached him. “Everything all right,” he asked wearing a slight grin at the corners of his mouth.

“Hai,” nodded Kenshin. He sat and glanced over at his knowing mate. “Everything is just fine— That it is,” Kenshin said with a wide smile stretched across his face.
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