Claiming

Author's Notes: First of all, this is my first fanfic, please be kind.
Secondly, I can't get the upload to work, so this dumb text method will have to work for now.
Thirdly, this is set after the Shishio Arch, and Saitou has been called back to Tokyo and of course him an the rooster are getting along great...

Oh yeah, Tokio is Saitou's sister in this, not wife.

PS: Alot of the warnings are a just-in-case thing. That is only what MAY be in the story, not what WILL.

Thanks and review please.

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Sagara Sansuke leaned against the cool wall in the abandoned alley. Sighing he pressed his had back. Maybe should’ve stopped after the second bottle… Oh well…

Taking another breath he waited for the night air to lend a little coherency to his thoughts. Of course he had gotten into a fight. A drunk Sano is a stupid Sano and now he would have to go see Megumi. Sano groaned, fucking Fox-Lady going to give me shit for this.

Letting his eyes close, Sano took a few deep breaths, trying to help is bruised body relax. Stupid to take on ten at once, but it was a little fun. “Ahou, disturbing the peace I see,” a steely amused voice filled the small alley. Shit, shit, shit…

“What do you want psycho cricket,” Sano couldn’t keep the wariness out of his voice, slowly he opened his eyes to look at the older man. A crisp blue jacket and pant set, white gloved hands, one resting casually on the hilt of a katana, cool golden eyes partially covered by little spikes of hair, and a thin leering mouth. A cigarette appeared out of nowhere and the older man took a puff. Saitou Hajime didn’t look like he was in any hurry. He threwthe barely used cigarette onto the road and stamped it out.

“Just doing my job, Ahou, which reminds me, fighting in public and being intoxicated are both illegal,” the Wolf of Mibu’s voice betrayed his enjoyment at this little opportunity. Sano straightened himself up and moved to walk past Saitou, “Don’t you have some real criminals, or something, to chase. I mean, after all, I am flattered by your obvious obsession with me…” Sanosuke didn’t get to finish.

Saitou pressed him hard back against the wall. Somehow his hands became pinned above his head, the older man’s body rubbing against his own. Gold eyes glittering with anger and something else, something primal, met brown, “I would be careful what I say Ahou, a rooster has no chance against a wolf.” The last words came out as a growl and Sano could feel a strange tingling go down his spine.

Saitou leaned in, his lips by Sano’s ear, hot breath making the younger man whimper against his will, “Want, me to show you, Ahou, exactly how I feel about you?” Sanosuke whimpered louder. Saitou smile, the Wolf of Mibu enjoying the vulnerable position of the youth. Nipping at an ear the older man continued, “Since you didn’t answer, I will take that as a ‘yes’. Sagara Sanosuke, you are MINE."

Sano’s eyes snapped wide open as he heard the words. Even as he felt some part of him accepting this, maybe even already knowing this, he lashed out, “I am owned by no one, Wolf.” Sanosuke had lifted his chin up stubbornly as he said the words, but to his horror his voice was breathy.

Saitou nodded, “Oh yes you are, Ahou, or should I say Bitch. You are the Bitch to my Wolf.” The words didn’t come out cruel. Even the word “bitch” was more of a title then a slur.

The youth couldn’t help his reaction, fear and want filled him. Sano tried to thrash free his legs kicking sideways. Saitou moved quickly, pressing his hips in forcing Sanosuke’s legs to stay wide. Erection against erection, body against body, the spiky haired boy blushed as he realized his mistake.

Saitou bucked his hips, forcing the boy to move up higher. The hot bulge of the cop’s pants now pressing between Sano’s thighs, as if claiming the entrance that was there, the young man whimpered as he wiggled, but it only made his own need more evident as he pressed against the older man’s abdomen.

Saitou smiled up at the Sano, “Don’t like the new nickname? Don’t worry, I will only use it in private, when I am hilt deep inside you.” The once Shinsengumi watched Sagara blush. “Now back to the question on you being mine…” Saitou leaned in and pulled the Sanosuke’s open jacket off of his right shoulder with his teeth, exposing a jagged scar. He leaned in and kissed the old wound, “Remember this boy? When this happened I claimed you. I made you mine, but since you seem to have a memory problem, I will leave another reminder.” Saitou kissed his way up the tan, heaving chest, his lips sliding over skin, pressing against the collar bone, and finally the column of the neck. He could not only hear, but feel Sano’s breathing hitch. When he finally reached the area just below the ear he whispered “MINE” one more time and bite down.

Sano jerk in surprise then go rigid. The teeth pressing into his neck, skin breaking. It hurt…so good. The pain mixed with pleasure and he couldn’t help but to accept the mark, some part of him wanting it. The cop bit down until he felt the younger man’s body relax. Slowly he pulled his teeth away and licked the wound, soothing it.

Pulling his head away, Saitou took a step back and let Sanosuke slide to the ground. He stood there for a moment watching the youth as the boy struggles to regain his senses. The swordsman knelt down and grabbed Sano’s chin, “Remember Bitch, mine.” Then he leaned in and pressed his lips softly against Sano’s, and then was gone.

Sanosuke pulled himself to his feet slowly, trying to see where Saitou had disappeared to, but the man disappeared into the shadows. Slowly Sano puts a hand up to his neck, shivering as he touched the bite.

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Saitou looked down as he watched the kid start to make his way home. I can’t believe I lost control like that. After all that time, all that effort to stay away but one little word had to ruin it, obsession. If the Ahou, Bitch, wanted to see an obsession he would. Saitou couldn’t make himself regret his actions, it had just been too much fun.

The cop continued his silent stalking until he watched Sanosuke groggily stumble through his shack’s door. Turning sharply Saitou began his own walk home.

It had been amazing. The feel of the Ahou pressed up against him, his soft whimpering as he played with me. Hell, the boy’s cock had twitched when he called him a “Bitch”. He was perfect, strong, rebellious and his. Sano wasn’t a pushover and Saitou didn’t want one of those anyways. He had decided on youth the moment Sanosuke called him out at the Kamiya Dojo, easily pointing out flaws in his disguise as a salesman. Of course he would never tell the brat that, at least not for awhile.

Cutting the fighter had been painful for him, but at the same time exhilarating. He had been marking his territory and Himura Kenshin, the Hitokiri Battousai, knew it. That had been the reason for the Battousai showing up, not just the cut. If the wound had been a simple scaring, all Saitou would have gotten was an angry rurouni.

Himura wasn’t jealous of Saitou, the fool was in love with that Kamiya woman…Kaoru, but he didn’t want the Wolf of Mibu involved with one of his closest friends. Too late, snickered Saitou, as his small house came into view.

Even though annoying the Battousai was a bonus when it came to Sanosuke, the truth is he cared for the Ahou and wanted him, desperately.

The Wolf lit a cigarette as he walked up the steps to his small home. Peering at the sky, the full moon big in the western horizon, it would be morning soon, and he had a rooster to hunt.