All of Me | By : NihilEtNemo Category: Rurouni Kenshin > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3793 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N:
I’ve Decided!
Or… maybe I’ve Realized!
At any rate, it occurred to me
that my other two RK stories, spectacularly unpopular though they may be ( ‘Good’
has – justifiably, I might add – gotten 0 reviews… I know, it’s a Tribble. A
Tribble being one huge ball of fluff. And it’s not even that great for a ball
of fluff. Anyway. ) could easily go together. And then it occurred to me that
this one belongs with them. It’s turned into a series of ukeAoshi! ^_^ No one
cares… I’m rambling to myself… anyway, there’s a lemon in this lone! Bwa ha
hah!
ALL OF ME
“Oro?” Kenshin froze for a
moment in surprise, then sweatdropped. “Chicken! Come back!” He ran after the
headless fowl, while it happily scampered away from him
Bent
over and focused on the dinner he was chasing across the yard, Kenshin didn’t
notice a large and rather solid body in front of him until he ran head-first
into the same. He let out an undignified ‘oof!’ and fell on his backside; the
obstacle he had collided with barely flinched.
Then
there was a large, pale hand being offered to him. He blinked at it once, then
followed it back, up the hand, over the arm in a Western-style coat, to a
rather broad shoulder and then up to an expressionless face. He smiled happily.
“Aoshi-san!” he said as he accepted the offer of help up. “I’m happy to see
you, that I am – but why are you here?”
Aoshi
released him as soon as he was on his feet. “I needed to be in town on…
business.”
“Oh, I
see,” Kenshin said, then turned around, spotting the chicken wandering around.
Chasing it would be pointless… With a quick movement and a little gratuitous
godlike speed, he had it pinned to the ground with his sword. He smiled at
Aoshi then, who had raised one eyebrow very slightly.
“Stay
for dinner?”
“Did you
only come here on business?” Kenshin asked, as he and Aoshi were the only ones
left after dinner, sipping tea. Aoshi’s cold blue eyes met his levelly.
“Not
only for business.”
Kenshin
smiled and set down his tea, moving to stand behind Aoshi as the other
contentedly continued drinking, not wary enough to keep watching him. Kenshin
smiled to see how relaxed Aoshi was. To actually allow anyone to get behind him
and not watch them closely, let alone have a sword within reach…
Actually,
it amazed him that Aoshi was comfortable enough to set his swords aside at all.
He
placed his hands on the taller man’s shoulders, feeling the momentary reflexive
tenseness that melted away as he squeezed lightly. Neither said anything, but
Aoshi set down his tea and looked up at him. Kenshin smiled at him a little,
and though it wasn’t precisely returned, Aoshi didn’t look as solemn as normal.
Or perhaps that was only Kenshin’s eyes playing tricks upon him.
Either
way, Kenshin leaned down and kissed him lightly. Aoshi closed his eyes and
returned it almost hesitantly, but he returned it. No matter how many times
they did this, Aoshi was always tentative, hesitant… Kenshin was always forced
to remember that he was several years older than the ninja, though Aoshi always
acted so cold it was impossible to tell that.
Aoshi
turned around to face him, still on his knees, and gently, almost hesitantly
pulled Kenshin down to sit in his lap. This was an encouraging sign; Aoshi
never took the initiative…
He
gently set his hands on Aoshi’s slim waist as he straddled his lap, his thumbs
moving slightly and feeling the hard muscles through his thin shirt. He was
pleased that Aoshi no longer minded being touched, at least by him, and moved
his lips away to give them both some room to breath. He quickly began to gently
kiss Aoshi’s neck and jaw, feeling a slight tremor that he had long ago
recognized as a sign of pleasure as telling as if he had outright moaned run
through him. He wondered what it would be like to hear Aoshi moan, and couldn’t
picture it. The very idea was so incredibly foreign…
He
realized that they were both already almost fully aroused by this as he felt
Aoshi’s erection under him; his own state was fairly obvious. With a small sigh
of impatience, he stood up and pulled Aoshi up by his hand, almost appearing to
startle the taller man as he did so. “Come on,” he said with a smile.
Aoshi
silently followed him to his room, where Kenshin shut the thin door and quickly
doused the light so that they wouldn’t be visible from the out side, turning
back to see Aoshi setting his shirt on the floor, his back to him. Kenshin
knelt silently behind him and traced a few scars with gentle fingers, noting
absently that Aoshi barely flinched. He had never told him where these scars
came from… of course, he had been a fighter all his life, but some of these
didn’t look like they could have been caused by battle. Or perhaps they were.
There were so many, though…
“You
have your own scars to worry about,” Aoshi said matter-of-factly, not turning
back to face him. That was true… he did in fact have his own scars… But Aoshi’s
interested him much more, simply because they were Aoshi’s.
Instead
of letting him go, he pulled Aoshi back against his chest. The other turned his
head slightly, and he took the invitation to kiss him, wrapping his arms around
him. One hand lightly trailed over Aoshi’s chest, tracing a few scars he had
memorized and just following others. Here were those mysterious crossing scars
in the middle of his chest… Here was the long scar he had given him with his amaka
keru ryu no hirameki…. True, it had never broken the skin, but it had
caused damage, and left a mark of its own – another ugly sign of weakness, in
Aoshi’s eyes.
He felt
Aoshi’s fingers lightly touch the hair that fell over his shoulder, twirling a
strand of it between two fingers. Kenshin kissed him for a moment more, then
broke it. “Come on, finish getting undressed,” he said, as his fingers traced
the scar he had left to the top of Aoshi’s pants. The brunet nodded slightly
and pulled away a little, as Kenshin backed off, quickly pulling off his own
kimono and setting it and the rest of his attire aside.
He
caught Aoshi looking at him with a less-than-cold look in his eyes as he sat
there waiting for him and smiled, then sat behind him and kissed him once more,
letting his hands trace down the brunet’s sides, making him shiver in either
pleasure or anticipation. Either way, it was a good sign. He loved it when
Aoshi was actually responsive to him – and this was a very responsive Aoshi
tonight.
The
taller of the two subtly pushed back against him, saying plainly with the
pressure he applied to his aching member how much he wanted him, his hands
coming to rest gently on top of his to stop them from moving. Kenshin almost
could have moaned at that, but to moan and be vocal when Aoshi was so eerily
silent didn’t seem right, and he held it back. Instead he kissed his neck again
and answered the pressure with some of his own, telling him in return how much
he wanted to take him, sliding one hand from between Aoshi’s hand and side.
As
sorry as he was to lose the pressure on his manhood, he backed off slightly and
trailed his fingers down Aoshi’s smooth spine, making him shiver again. Instead
of giving him what he wanted, though, he placed his fingers at Aoshi’s mouth,
waiting for the brunet to accept them, which he did after a moment. He kissed
his neck in thanks while he wetted the pair of them; Aoshi would prefer he just
take him without preparation at all, but he refused to do so. He didn’t want to
be anymore violent than he had to be. Sometimes, making love to Aoshi, it was
hard to keep himself under control. Sometimes it almost brought out the
Battousai in him.
And
sometimes, he thought that was what Aoshi wanted. He dealt with pain a lot
better than pleasure. He would rather hide behind the pain; Kenshin refused to
allow him to do so. Giving Aoshi what he wanted in this instance would be a
misplaced kindness.
Drawing
his fingers from Aoshi’s mouth, he lightly trailed one of them down his exposed
spine, making him gasp and jerk slightly as the cool wetness made contact with
his skin. As wonderful as it was to see him surprised like that, though, he
took the digit from his back and watched his face closely as he slid one finger
past the tight ring of muscle that guarded his entrance and moved it inside of
him. Aoshi closed his eyes and leaned subtly back against him; he may not like
having to deal with pleasure, but it was pleasurable, and he couldn’t help
feeling it.
Kenshin
added the second one, kissing him lightly, pleased when Aoshi once more kissed
him back. Something was up with Aoshi tonight – he was being almost openly
emotional, for him. The third finger even drew a small gasp of pleasure from
him as they all stretched him.
“What’s
different tonight, Aoshi?” he asked quietly as he kissed his neck. “You’re
being very… expressive.”
“It’s
nothing,” Aoshi said as quietly, and turned his head further to catch his lips
in a kiss, one which could almost have been described as hungry, needy – two
words which could never describe Aoshi.
Kenshin
was forced to break the kiss as he pushed Aoshi forward slightly. The taller
bent obediently forward, onto his hands, and Kenshin moved up onto his knees to
position himself, closing his eyes in bliss as he slowly, smoothly slid into
Aoshi’s tight body, pausing with only the head of his member inside of
him, letting Aoshi adjust to the
intrusion. It barely took a moment for Aoshi to shift slightly, indicating that
he was ready, if not downright impatient; Kenshin took the hint and pushed the
rest of himself into him, hearing Aoshi’s almost inaudible hiss of surprised
discomfort. He didn’t pause – Aoshi didn’t want him to, he knew that.
He
leaned forward a little to kiss Aoshi’s shoulder as he felt himself buried
completely, loving the feeling, and how Aoshi loved it, even if he would never
show it. Aoshi pushed back against him noticeably; he made a slight noise of
pleasure and pulled himself away almost all the way, just to thrust himself
back in, not too quickly, setting a leisurely pace for them, drawing it out.
To his
surprise, Aoshi almost immediately began to move with him, not trying to rush
anything but matching his pace perfectly. Just the fact of Aoshi actually
appearing so openly willing was a great turn-on, and he quickened his pace a
little, the brunet easily matching him.
The
breath of the ninja became audible, harsh panting as he chased his pleasure.
Kenshin gripped his hips tightly and changed his position just slightly, aiming
unerringly for that spot that would give him the pleasure he sought.
He hit
it; Aoshi actually cried out a little, quiet enough that it wouldn’t be heard,
but more than enough to make Kenshin’s arousal that much more painful. Aoshi…
Aoshi Shinomori… had actually cried out… Something wasn’t normal here, but he
wasn’t complaining.
He
thrust against that spot again, hard, to see if he could hear it again. Aoshi’s
response was completely different, though.
“Kenshin,”
he moaned quietly, pressing against him in time. “More…”
Kenshin
couldn’t help himself; his next thrust was probably too hard and almost jerky.
Aoshi didn’t seem to mind; he moaned wordlessly and lifted one hand from the
floor to his own erection, working to bring his own release.
Kenshin
remembered himself and pushed Aoshi’s hand away, taking over, pumping Aoshi’s
member in time with his own harsh thrusts, no thought now but to push them both
over the edge, hopefully together. Aoshi was moaning or crying out with nearly
every movement he made, and Kenshin had never been more aroused.
His
thrusts became erratic, as fast as they could come, his hand movements falling
out of time. Aoshi gasped and tensed up, and suddenly released in Kenshin’s
hand, not silently as usual but with a quiet cry of “Kenshin…!”
Hearing
his name on Aoshi’s lips, in the heat of passion, was too much for him. He
gripped Aoshi tightly and thrust shallowly as he released nearly silently into
him. He was breathing heavily when he finished and pulled his slackening member
from Aoshi slick passage and guided him down to lie on the futon, lying on his
stomach beside him and watching his empty, unguarded face. He loved to watch
Aoshi like this, at his most relaxed…
Too
soon, Aoshi turned onto his side slightly and kissed him – but his guards
didn’t go immediately back up as Kenshin was used to. Kenshin lightly stroked
his cheek and looked into his eyes.
“What’s
different tonight, Aoshi?” he asked again. “Something’s strange… You haven’t
been yourself at all.”
“I
lied,” Aoshi admitted quietly. “I had no other business in Tokyo. I just wanted
to see you – give you what you wanted.”
“What I
wanted, koi?”
Aoshi
smiled a very little at the endearment, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Me,” he
answered blandly. “All of me.”
Kenshin
smiled and kissed him again. “I appreciate it… but why? Why now?”
The
brunet turned away from him, his eyes focusing out the crack in the outside
doors, where the full moon was wholly visible. “Because I came here with every
intention of killing myself,” he said quietly. “I wanted you to have it before
I did.”
Kenshin
sat up and looked at him silently. He was familiar with the idea of ritual
suicide, but he thought Aoshi’s decision had less to do with honor, and more to
do with… despair. He just didn’t want to live…
“Aoshi…
koi… why?” he asked. “You know I love you…”
Aoshi
nodded, but said nothing, looking out at the sky. “Yes, I know. And you know I
love you as well.”
“Then
why…?’
Aoshi
finally looked back to him, dead blue eyes meeting his own. “Because that’s all
I have – and it isn’t enough. Your love can’t make up for everything in my life
that simply isn’t there… friends… family… purpose… anything… And I don’t think
I can get any of it.”
Kenshin
looked back at Aoshi silently. That was the most he had ever heard Aoshi say at
once, about anything… and delivered in such a dead, empty voice…
“Aoshi…”
The
ninja looked away again. “Don’t worry,” he said quietly. “I’ve changed my
mind.”
“Why?”
Kenshin asked, concerned. “Not that I’m not relieved, for I am, but… why?”
“Because
I do love you.”
Kenshin
smiled a little and lay back down, kissing him lightly. “Good,” he said quietly.
“I love you too – and I don’t want you to die. Please… come back to see me if
you feel that way again…”
“I
will.”
“Good.”
Kenshin
wrapped his arms around Aoshi as the other rested his head on his shoulder,
content in the knowledge that they wouldn’t be bothered and discovered. Aoshi
closed his eyes; Kenshin held him comfortably, and waited as he fell asleep,
idly running his fingers through his black hair.
He
hadn’t known Aoshi still felt this way… he knew Aoshi had been planning to die
if he managed to defeat him so long ago in Shishio’s hideout… but he thought he
was past that. He hadn’t realized his life was still so empty, to him…
Maybe
he could convince Aoshi to stay here for a while, until he could make him feel
better about… everything. There was one thing he was certain of – he didn’t
want Aoshi to die.
Kenshin
awoke alone, and wondered at the fact that he hadn’t heard or felt Aoshi leave.
It seemed that Aoshi wasn’t the only one who let his guard down…
Just as
he sat up, the door opened silently and Aoshi stepped inside. He sat on his
knees in front of Kenshin, and leaned forward to kiss him lightly. “I’m
leaving,” he said quietly. “Before everyone else gets up.”
“Are
you sure?” Kenshin asked, wrapping his fingers around the slim wrist and
holding him in place. “You can stay…”
“No,
I’m going.” Aoshi gave him another quick kiss and extracted a wrist. “You still
don’t want them to know…” He stood and stepped away. “And, don’t worry. I’ll
still be alive the next time you want to see me.” He offered him a small smile
and left.
Kenshin
was still in shock when Kaoru came in to ask irritably where breakfast was.
Aoshi
had smiled at him.
Maybe…
he did get all of him, after all. And that made it his responsibility to keep
him safe.
And…
Aoshi had smiled at him.
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