Just a Good Fuck

Title: Just A Good Fuck
Author: Eveliens aka E_Eevee
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Aoshi has finally made Misao snap. In a fit of anger she stalks off into the red light district and runs into a certain rooster-head. One-shot fic that\'s PWP!
Poster\'s note: I\'m posting this for E_Eevee because she\'s too scared to post this for herself! I unfortunately can take no credit or responsibility for this fic, but I hope you all enjoy! Oh and we don\'t own RK, just the madness that ensues us to write these stories!

Just a Good Fuck

*.......* Thoughts

*The insufferableness of that man! Honestly!*

Misao stalked down the streets her braid lashing back and forth like an angry cat tail. Her normally cheerful continence was dust, no more.

*I can deal with the silence, the cold shoulder for weeks on end. I can! But what he did was completely and utterly inexcusable. *

Her short legs pumped with furious energy. She was wandering into the red light district, but that particular fact was not penetrating her mind at the moment.

*To pour lemon juice over the wounds he did it in front of the dojo residents. I don’t want to remember the concerned look from Himura or the look of pity from Kaoru. I’m not to be pitied or coddled! What did they take me for, a lost four year old?*

She stopped suddenly and drew herself up to her full height with pride. If anyone were to be watching, which thankfully they were not, would see her fists clenched and her blue eyes sparkling with rage.

*And that brat Yahiko, he was the worse. I should have pinned him to the wall. Let Himura drag him down! Honestly, such a mouth. How old was the kid anyway?*

Turning into a shady looking establishment she decided she needed a drink. Or maybe a few. Hell, if it got her drop dead, knocked up drunk she’d go for it.

*At least thbnoxbnoxious rooster-head wasn’t there. I can just imagine the time he would have with that. Were all guys total jerks?*

She didn’t notice when she sat down that it was next to a certain rooster-head. He eyed her with a bottle pressed in his left hand.

“Hey weasel girl.” He greeted amiably, just drunk enough not to wonder what the girl was doing in the seedy part of town in a bar filled with drunk ruffians.

*Oh Kami-sama, the devil himself! How am I going to get out of this one?*

“What do you want?” She snarled.

“Woah there, a bit up tight there. Did the icicle finally do something to knock hisself off the pedestal ya put him on?”

*That’s quite possibly the longest sentence he’s ever said. Maybe being drunk improved his mental functions. *

“None of your business!” She sparked fiddling with a knife that had been left on the bar. His slightly blurry chocolate eyes traveled over her, “Don’ do anythin’ too hasty now.”

*He thinks… oh Kami-sama!*

Hissing with annoyance she got up to leave. What in the world was she doing here again? Just because he was being a jerk didn’t mean she had to go off being a total idiot.

“No, stay.” Sano ordered grabbing her arm. She almost shrugged him off before for the first time realizing just where she was and the looks her skimpy clothing was attracting. Growling she wrenched her arm away and sat back down with a huff.

*Imagine, having to depend on that moron for my protection. Oh well, this is a mess I create. I’ll have to live with it.*

“Hey, bartender!” Sano hailed and within a moment there was a bottle of alcohol under her nose. She eyed it dubiously. Despite her earlier declaration she would rather be sloshed, it wasn’t looking like such a great idea now. “Drink up. You’re paying after all.” Sano grinned roguishly.

*I’m paying? That bastard. I can’t believe he’d pull a stunt like- well, yes I can. I’m such a scatterbrain tonight. Good thing I brought a bit of money. I just hope it’s enough. He better not be a bottomless pit.*

Curling her fingers slowly around the cold glass she hesitantly brought it up to her lips. With one quick motion she threw a big gulp down her at aat and choked heartily. Gah, it tasted like pig piss. She wasn’t the one for alcohol before, mostly because it wasn’t allowed. Of course, she’d experimented. As she recalled she hadn’t been very impressed then either *En *Enough of these nasty things and I just won’t care anymore. Wouldn’t that be blissful? Then again, the effects were limited. Do I want to deal with the consequences?*

Damn straight she did. What’s the worse that could happen after all?


She wasn’t sure just how far into that particular bottle she was. Hell, she wasn’t even sure if it was a bottle. How many of them were stacked before her… one… two… five. Enough of that, it was making her head hurt worse.

A foreign hand grabbed her shoulder and she whirled with bottle in hand. A deep, mellow voice chuckled from behind her, “’Ey weasel, we gotta go. ‘Fter all, th’ bar isn’ open all night.”

Suddenly she was hoisted upright and a queer spinning sensation assed hed her mercilessly. Grasping the arm that held her up she did her best not to throw up the delicious dinner Himura had cooked.

Sano didn’t seem any drunker than he had been when she first entered the bar. In fact, his walk was rather steady, a fact she was grateful for even in her haze.

“Wh-.” She stopped and bit back the bile. Swallowing she waited for the heady feeling to fade back and let her speak, “Where going?”

*Great language skills there.*

“My place. There’s no way ya’re gonna make it to th’ dojo like this.” He replied.

*His place, just dandy. A bed to sleep in… wait, a bed?*

Her eyes flew o Dam Damn conscious thought, why couldn’t it leave her alone? She didn’t need to think of that certain scenario. Sano was a decent guy, wasn’t he? Well, screw it. She was going with him anyway. A little voice in the back of her mind was screaming bloody murder, but she told it to shut up. It wasn’t helping the onset of what would prove to be a pounding, brain-busting headache.

The interior was dark and a faint moldy smell permeated the room. Her feet stuck to something on the floor, but she was too far-gone to even notice it for the most part.

Sano tossed her in the direction of his unmade futon. She stumbled and caught the edge of it. She heard a rustle of clothing and realized he was getting undressed. In front of her no less. Instead of screaming am inm in outrage she watched silently. That voice was back, but she brushed it aside. Thinking was too much of a nuisance right at the moment.

Her eyes traveled down his bare torso as he unwrapped the bandages. Something kept them there long after he had finished. Now his fingers were fumbling with the belt with some trouble.

Laughing to herself that he couldn’t even manage to get a single bit of cloth off she got up even before she knew what she was doing. Pressing her fingers to the cloth and she tugged fitfully.

*Stupid cloth, it’s just being stubborn.*

With a ripping sound it was gone and that was that. Or was it. Without a belt to keep them in place Sano’s white pants had slid down and pooled around his ankles. Now admittedly she had only two comparisons, but damn he was large. Then again, she was talking about Jiiya and Kamatari here.

Taking very little interesting in her he mumbled thanks and flopped down. It occurred to her that maybe she should get undressed to. Without Sano to lean on she had swayed rather ungracefully to the ground where she sat in a puddle of incoherent misery.

Getting her outfit off proved more troubling that Sanosuke’s belt. After cursing for the millionth time she felt thick fingers on her back.

“’Ere, yer tuggin’ th’ wron’ way.”

She shivered feeling his naked skin brush against hers.

Whirling around, if a bit unsteadily she planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek. Okay, so she was aiming for his mouth. He grabbed her chin gently and corrected her flight path. That voice nagged that she was doing the inexcusable and she would regret it. She flicked it away into the pits of hell. She’d do whatever she damn well pleased.

His lips were hard, experienced and she wondered how many other women, or men for that matter, he had kissed. His warm, wet tongue slid around her lips begging access to her mouth. Grudgingly she allowed him entrance and his tongue bum rushed past like a kid in a candy shop. It slid along every corner of her mouth knowingly.

Experimentally she poked it with her own. It paused slightly before sliding over her own leaving a tingling feeling. She shoved it away intent on her own explorations of his mouth and his took it as a personal challenge. Suddenly it was all over her mouth insistent and wild. It wrestled hers into submission. That was something that didn’t sit well with her. Not well at all

She bit it. Hard.

“Ouch.” He yelped retracting and glaring. She glared back undaunted. In fact, she dared him to mess with her. Where drink mellowed most people out it seemed to have the opposite effect on her. She pouted stubbornly. The voice, badly burnt and weak, pleaded for her to back out. But this obviously was a challenge and she’d be damned if she let it go. Sagara Sanosuke would rue the day he ever chose to mess with Makimachi Misao!

*Let’s go then big boy.*

Grabbing his head and tangling his brown hair in her fingertips she hauled his lips down to her level again. Clamping on like a leech her tongue shoved his lips aside vaguely noting they tasted of sake.

They dueled for a while before she noticed his hands wandering down her half clothed form. Her skin shivered slightly as the calloused digit crossed a particularly sensitive area. Well, two could play at that game.

Keeping his mouth crushed against hers she let her hands wander across his broad, chiseled chest feeling the muscles tense. A smile tugged at her mouth and she made them dance lower across his abdomen. There was a noticeable shudder satisfying her immensely.

A few more moments and her hands reached their goal. Honestly she had no clue where to go from there, but it couldn’t be too hard. Not for a determined woman anyway.

*I’ll just do a bit of exploration to see what he reacts to.*

Grabbing the semi-hard length she let her tips run across it as she decided what to do first. She cupped his testicles and squeezed lightly before rolling them around. Too many ideas. But she wanted ones that would work. This was all about winning.

His ministrations had pause temporarily giving her at least a shred more of concentration. Maybe he was just waiting to see what she was going to do.

Gripping his fully hardened shaft she stroked it delicately before deciding that she needed air. Breaking away from his kiss she figure she could do other things with her mouth.

Sliding down before he could protest she positioned herself at his navel. Her fingers and hands were still busy, but they moved aside. Tentatively she stuck her tongue out and flicked it against his head. A moan issued from above.

Grinning deviously she did it again, prolonging the action. Her efforts were rewarded. She smirked and cautiously opened her mouth to engulf it. Wet suction caressed the smooth skin and she could taste salt and tang. Her tongue slid along the heated skin lovingly before she backed off The The looking on Sano’s face was enough to make everything worth it. She started to go back, but he stopped her. His lips trailed around her small, perky breasts leaving half dried kissed that tickled when he blew on them. A shudder ran though her body as he moved up her neck suckling at the sensitive skin there. His rough hands had grasped a nippshe she wasn’t sure which, and was now rolling it around lazily.

Spots were swarming before her eyes, but she wasn’t sure if it was the lack of light, the overload of passionate sensation, or the drink fuzzing her senses. Well, most of them. Apparently touch and taste were still in working order and better than ever.

His mouth was on the move again and suddenly there were teeth nibbling on her earlobe. A wide swipe of wet, warm moisture slimed the inside of her ear evaporating pleasantly. His hand had moved to the other breast. She gasped in shock as the other hand made itself known against her inner thigh.

She had been steadily ignoring the hard, heated bulge on her thigh, fully focused on the foreplay, but the intrusive hand brought her attention front and center. Or rather down and center.

It nudged insistently, urging her to move aside. She clamped her legs together even tighter. He wouldn’t win that way. Seducing her and hoping she’d be so wrapped up she’d give up without a fight. Well, it was time for her to regain control. She had given the young man time enough.

Tugging slyly out of his positioning her hands returned dord. rd. It was extremely hard to multi task like this, but his actions had given her some ideas.

Nuzzling against his chest she groped around blindly, seeking a nipple. Finding on she gently licked and nipped at it before becoming far less gentle and far more brutal. His flesh puckered and he wit with her attentions and he seemed in a trance, but she knew that wouldn’t last too long. Soon he would start to tire of such actions and fight to seize control again like he had done before. That wasn’t going to happen.

But it did. He tickled the nape of her neck with his hard lips causing her to lose concentration. Before she could regain it his knee was wedged firmly between her thighs. With one, precise movement he threw them apart leaving her wide open.

A twinge of fear ran through her and he stopped giving a curious look. Grabbing her remaining willpower, which wasn’t all that difficult since it had only deserted her momentarily she snatched his hips in a full body hug and dragged him down. His hot, delectable tip rested temptingly inside her folds, but remained there. Slowly it withdrew and she growled.

A cautious finger intruded in its place followed by another. She wasn’t sure what he was getting at, but she allowed him to do it. The digits played around her core teasing and temptation. Hot shudders ran through her body and she wondered if that what he had felt when she had his manhood in her mouth. If so she could see how she had gained control so easily. The feelings were hard to fight.

Then it was his tongue. She wasn’t sure when that happened but his face was in her crotch with his nose rubbing against her outer skin and his wondrous tongue doing miracles inside.

He withdrew and captured her mouth with his again. The taste of sake was still there, but it was overpowered by a sweet essence. She licked it eagerly before realizing something.

*Is that what I taste like?*

Well, shoot.

He had positioned himself over her again and this time she allowed it.

“Thi’ is gonna hur’.” He warned seriously.

*Does everyone know I’m a virgin? Damn it!*

She didn’t care if it was going to hurt. She could deal with pain. What about that time Kamatari broke her ribs? She hadn’t gone down whimpering like a kicked puppy. No sir. And mental anguish, don’t even get her started. She could deal with a little pain in bed.

*Bring it on buddy boy. Bring it on.*

“Just do it.” She snarled and pulled insistently on the back of his hips.

He nodded, well, sort of. She thought it was a nod, but her vision wasn’t too great at the moment.

With one swift plunge he was inside her and there was this tearing, blinding pain.

“Bastard!” She screamed completely forgetting everything. Her fingernails gouged across his back renting stinging scratches.

He didn’t rebut but grasped her mouth in his to silence her. The pain rippled outwards tearing through her body, but then it was gone. Not entirely, but she didn’t feel like she was being ripped apart from the inside anymore.

Not giving her a chance to detangle his tongue from hers he started with a slow rhythm pumping up and down, in and out. Relaxing she let the waves of pleasure to saturate formform and wash away the residue of her pain.

Before long she was bored *Is *Is this all you have to offer rooster boy because I liked the foreplay a whole lot better.*

Time for a little more encouragement on her end. Clamping her legs around his waist she pulled herself further on him. With only a vague notion of what she wanted she started a pace she enjoyed much more. He fell in quickly with her hips’ rocking motion, pounding into her. Sweet friction.

Something internal wound tighter and tighter, but it was a thrill sensation so she didn’t worry overly much. It felt like a dam holding back water, but instead of water it was something else.

Suddenly wet and sticky invaded her. White fluid dribbled everywhere soaking into the bedding and coating the skin on her thighs. Sano withdrew looking slightly sheepish and very satisfied. Misao felt like arching an eyebrow, but she didn’t think she had enough coordination at the moment. She’d punch him later. If she remembered to that is.

The tightened sensation, however, had not abated. It just left her hanging there suspended with her partner completely satisfied. What was wrong with this picture?

Deciding it wasn’t worth the effort to wake and arouse the now unconscious male she tried to finish the job herself. It was pathetic and messy. Unfulfilling. It ghe jhe job done and just in time because all those drinks were finally catching up with her.

Morning light poured into the room and Misao cracked an eye open. The sun was up? She was normally a very early riser, so what was the sun doing up before she was. Rolling over to the side she hit something warm and large.

“Eep!” She shrieked and backpedaled away.

“Wha- who- where?” Sanosuke yelled bolting straight upright tossing most of the covers off of his lean body. His eyes landed on a very nude Misao before drifting blurrily across the rest of the room. Not being one to pick up on the obvious he drifted for quite a bit before noticing his undressed state. Slowly he blinked, thinking. Then he exploded, “Shit. I’m fucking dead.” He glanced fugitively around as if Aoshi was going to appear like a silent avenger.

She gathered her clothing bit by bit thankful none of it was torn. Searching for an extremely errant piece she found herself close to the futon. Sano had found his pants quick enough. Now he was staring at her like a very unwelcome animal that had made its way into his pad. Not that there wasn’t evidence that real animals hadn’t alreadde tde their way in. Eww, how could he live here?

When both of them were fully dressed they stood at opposite ends of the room. Pain twanged down in between Misao’s legs reminding her just what their nocturnal activities had included. Blood and semen coated her inner thighs and hands thickly. She did her best not to throw up, but suddenly she was on her knees retching her guts out.

Sano shifted nervously.

*Damn right, he better be nervous, the bastard.*

The voice was back and it sounded part smug, part depressed. It reminded her that what happened last night wasn’t without consent. It wasn’t rape and she damn sure enjoyed it in her drunken or. or. She was just as much to blame as Sanosuke if not more so.

They eyed each other in the oppressing silence before blurting out at the same time, with the same desperation, “This never happened!”

So it was settled. Nothing happened. Nothing at all. Not a damn thing. Her mind was already formulating the lie so it would be on the tip of her tongue when they returned to the dojo.

First, however, she needed a bath.

A/N: And this came about because of an unsaid challenge from my friend. I’ve never written a lemon before. Heck, I never thought I’d even go so far as to write one! But I can’t resist a challenge. So I wrote an unromantic lemon (because I suck at romances, try me, you can’t find worse) featuring the first pairing that came to mind. One I’ve thought about using before. Now my friend doesn’t believe that I’m a virgin -.-;;; or that I’ve never watched porn >.< Reviews, compliments, crit., flames highly welcome!