Torn Between Two Lovers

Disclaimer: I do not own Rurouni Kenshin. All characters are sole property of Watsuki.

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Summary: It’s hard being caught between two lovers; the one you desperately love, and the one who sexually satisfies you.

Couple(s): Aoshi/Misao and Misao/Enishi (I always wanted to try Misao/Enishi after reading the fan fic, “White Tiger, Jade Concubine”)

Rated: NC-17

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Torn Between Two Lovers

Chapter 1


When Misao first saw Aoshi, she knew she had to have him. Those cool ice-blue eyes just had to look at her, and his lips had to press against her lips forever.

They were co-workers at the same company, or more like Aoshi was Misao’s boss because he was manager of their department. It was not his position that attracted her to him, no; it was his silent, mysterious aura. He was like a puzzle she had to solve, a good puzzle she had to keep.

It was painfully obvious to everyone in the office who Misao was in love with, and everyone had their own theories as to why a vibrant young woman would be in love with such an ice sculpture.

The love seemed to be mutual, although Aoshi did not blatantly show it like the young woman did. The manager did not let anyone slack in their work, but he let Misao do what she wanted with ease.

The women envied Misao. Why would their boss want such a bouncy, annoying girl for a lover? She was just hired, and there were plenty of women who worked in the office for years with Aoshi. Never did he give them a glance at their flirtatious attitudes, and here came this young girl, fresh out of collage, first job, no experience, and he promotes her so she worked close with him!

Misao was thrilled when Aoshi invited her to a get-together with his friends. They both learned what a small world it was when they learned one of Aoshi’s friends, Kenshin, was married to Misao’s friend, Kaoru.

It was at that get-together, at Kenshin and Kaoru’s house, that Aoshi kissed Misao. She was looking for an item Kaoru sent her to get, in the room she shared with her husband, and who came in, but Aoshi. She embarrassingly explained she was looking for something.

Aoshi cut her off by abruptly placing his smooth lips on her lips. Misao blush and kissed him back; they started dating after that, although Aoshi was not the romantic type. That was fine with Misao though, for she did not expect that aspect to be part of his personality.

Misao was more than happy when Aoshi chose her to be with him. She often wondered to herself how a man such as Aoshi, an impossibly beautiful man, could choose her, a young woman who had a body, while not shameful, was not as amble as the other women who tried to pursue him.

Aoshi and Misao got a house together after eight months of dating. He was just not the marrying type, and Misao agreed with whatever he wanted.

Then business went down, and the owner had to cut jobs. The boss laid off Misao first, despite Aoshi being manager, mostly because she, the boss, had a thing for Aoshi, so out of bitterness, cut his girlfriend from the company. At the same time Aoshi got a promotion, which paid a lot more, but he had to travel from place to place often, for two weeks or more.

Due to the loss of Misao’s income, they had to downsize to a condominium. It was still big, for Aoshi made more than enough money for both of them, but Misao’s ego took a blow whenever she had to ask Aoshi to buy her something.

Despite being desperately in love with Aoshi, Misao was still a fiercely independent woman. Still, she tried to make the most of it and tried to find a job while keeping her optimistic attitude.

Aoshi worked and traveled often, which caused him to become more tired. When they first moved in together, their lovemaking was blissful and mind-blowing. Misao could cry out all she wanted and beg for more, and Aoshi would oblige her with rapid, fierce thrusts.

When they moved into their condo, however, they obviously had neighbors that could hear everything. Aoshi often pressed his lips to Misao to keep her from crying out. Soon, Misao learned to be quiet, but Aoshi frequently came home, tired, and their sex life gradually reduced to two or three times a month.

Even if it did not decline, Misao would not want to have sex often with the same foreplay, same position, and same quietness. Aoshi, although a quiet man by nature, would not show any sign of enjoyment after they moved into the condo. The only way Misao knew he could feel pleasure was when he peaked, and many times she never got a release.

Misao did not tell Aoshi about her lack of enjoyment, however, and the sexual tension kept building in her, threatening to explode. She did not know how to release it.

Aoshi was leaving for another company trip, and Misao was wondering what to do with her worthless, jobless self. She tried to get a job, but she was fresh out of collage, and only two years experience in the field of business.

Kaoru called and asked Misao if she wanted to go to their get-together, and Misao told her friend that she had to see what she had planned. In truth, Misao did not have anything planned, but did not know if she wanted to go to the party.

“Ne, Aoshi,” Misao began after she hung up the phone. Aoshi was already packing and his flight left in a few hours. “Kaoru called and told me about a party tomorrow.”

Aoshi nodded once to Misao’s conversation as he zipped up his suitcase.

“I think I should continue job hunting.”

“You should go to the party.” Aoshi said as he moved his suitcase off the bed and to the floor.

“Alright,” Misao agreed, flopping down on the bed. “I’ll go after I turn in a few applications.”

She turned over on her side towards Aoshi in a suggestive manner. It was a few hours before his flight; a quickie couldn’t be too much time consuming.

Aoshi looked at Misao; his eyes followed the curves of her body, and back up to her face.

“I have to go through luggage inspection before getting through the gate.” Aoshi informed, his way of denying Misao’s obvious request.

Misao suppressed a disappointed look, and instead, smiled and got to her feet.

“Call and text me.” Misao said.

“You too.” Aoshi said and quickly kissed her.

Aoshi left for his two week business trip and the next day, after turning in a few more applications, made it just when Kaoru and Kenshin’s party was starting.

“Misao!” Kaoru exclaimed excitedly as she invited her inside. “I thought you wouldn’t make it!”

“I only wish Aoshi was here.”

“He’s working again?”

“On a business trip.” Misao corrected.

“Well, you just have a good time.” Kaoru said as she brought the young woman to the group.

Conversations and laughter could be heard in the living room. All their friends were there; Kenshin, obviously, Megumi, Sano, Yahiko, and Tsubame. There were, however, three people that Misao did not recognize, and Kaoru introduced them to her.

“Misao, this is Tomoe,” Kaoru started motioning to a beautiful, pale woman with dark doe-like eyes. “Her fiancé, Akira,” A handsome man with a kind smile. “And Tomoe’s brother, Enishi.”

Enishi was an extremely beautiful man, for a lack of better words, with large muscles, but not overly done, in all the right places. He had white, spiky hair, and turquoise eyes, and he wore dark blue jeans with a black muscle shirt.

Misao had to check herself to make sure she wasn’t gawking.

“Everyone,” Kaoru continued as if Misao wasn’t staring at Enishi. “This is Misao.”

The party resumed, and Misao sat down on the loveseat, which was the only seat available, but also happened to be right next to Enishi.

After Misao sat down, she noticed the heat that generated off of Enishi. That heat made her warm and tingly all over and settled in places she all but has been ignoring.

She stole a glance at Enishi, whom had been watching her the whole time, and she felt her face grow hot when she saw a sexy grin touch his lips, exposing his brilliantly white teeth.

“Aoshi couldn’t come again?” Kenshin asked Misao, and the young woman had to tear herself away from Enishi just to focus on her friend.

“Hai,” Misao croaked, and then cleared her throat. “He left for a business trip this morning.”

“Pity,” Kenshin said with a sympathetic look at Misao, as if he knew about their dwindling sex life. “He’s always busy now-a-days.”

Kenshin turned to Tomoe and informed, “She lives with Aoshi.”

Tomoe nodded once, who kept her gaze on the petite woman, which made Misao very uncomfortable. It reminded her of the way Aoshi would look to get information out of her when she would only be half truthful with him.

Misao shifted and looked back at Enishi, whom had not taken his stare off of her. Great; now she had two weird siblings staring at her.

“So, um,” Misao began, trying to ignore Tomoe’s stare from across the room. “Tomoe knows Aoshi?”

“They used to be an item.” Enishi said matter-of-factly. “Akira knows the redhead over there.”

“Kenshin.”

“Whatever.”

To Misao, Enishi’s voice was like hot honey, so warm and sweet, that she had the vision of herself covered in the sticky goo, rubbing herself with the hot nectar in a sensual way while Enishi licked it off her body.

Misao made a choking sound her throat as she promptly stood up and practically ran to the kitchen, all the while, Tomoe’s gaze on her completely.

“Do you need something, Misao?” Kaoru asked when she got to the kitchen, a worried look on her face.

“I just need some water.” Misao smiled as she got a glass, and Kaoru left.

Being reminded of sex reminded Misao of something she needed to take. She dug in her purse, pulled out a compact, opened it and breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn’t behind on her pills, however, she still need to take the one for that day. She punched it out, popped it in her mouth, and swallowed it with water.

She closed the compact and put it away in her purse. It just would not do if she missed a day of the pills that kept her from conceiving. Even though she did not have sex that often, one can never be too careful.

Misao turned around and jumped when she saw Enishi standing close behind her; his body heat warming her up and making her warm and tingly all over again.

“Um...hi.” Misao nervously greeted.

“Yo.” Enishi greeted back with that sexy smirk of his.

Enishi leaned down to her height so their faces were almost touching. Misao’s heart pounded insanely in her chest, and her breathing increased when she realized the gorgeous man was going to kiss her.

She realized her friends were in the room next to them, but they wouldn’t be able to see them, for a wall blocked the kitchen.

Her cheeks burned, her eyes widened, and she realized the depth of Enishi’s turquoise eyes. Misao leaned away as far as she could go, and still he kept bringing his face closer to her.

“I’m in a deeply committed relationship.” Misao blurted out in a rush.

Enishi smirked and continued to move closer to her, and just when their lips were a breath away from the other, he reached behind her, pulled open the drawer, and pulled out napkins.

“Tomoe needed napkins.” Enishi informed with that sexy smirk still plastered on his lips.

As he spoke, his warm breath caressed Misao’s lips, almost causing her to want to press her lips against his. When Enishi stood up, it was like a warm blanket was ripped off of her, and ice-cold air hit her like a cold whip.

Misao gasped at the contrasting temperatures and watched Enishi walk away. The young, petite woman gathered her whit about her, got off the counter, and went back to the party. The conversations continued as usual, only Sano waved Misao to him, which caused Megumi to move.

“Misao, come sit next to your big brother!” Sano exclaimed merrily. “I haven’t seen you in a while!”

Of course, Sano was not Misao’s biological sister, but they considered each other siblings, almost growing up together.

Misao watched Megumi move to the spot she sat at, next to Enishi. She felt guilty about Megumi having to move away from her boyfriend just so she could sit next to Sano.

“But Megumi--”

“Oh, don’t worry about it, Misao,” Megumi reassured, and then a devilish look on her face appeared. “I get him to myself all the time, every night.”

Misao promptly turned red-faced when she understood what her friend meant, and she sat down next to a cackling Sano.

“You would think Aoshi never plays with her with the way she always blushes at anything sexual!” Sano laughed.

Misao inwardly winced at Sano’s almost-on-the-mark comment, but she settled for a glare and a “Mou!” exclamation, a habit she picked up from Kaoru.

Sano suddenly grabbed Misao into a crushing hug while teasing, “How’s my little sister-turned-woman doing?”

“Sano!” Misao tried to yell, but came out as a squeak.

Sano put her back down on the couch so she could answer his question, but not before tousling her hair. Misao sighed in aspiration as she used her fingers to put her hair back in place.

“I’m still looking for a job.” Misao sighed in disappointment. “It’s really hard being out of collage with only two years experience. No one wants to hire someone inexperienced.”

“I hear ya.” Sano sympathized.

“You have a job?” Misao teased with a playful grin. “Do you even know what that is?”

“Hey hey now.” Sano playfully teased back. “Do we have to go through the ‘Sano has a job?!’ jokes every time we have a get-together?”

“Yes.” Misao informed immediately with a laugh.

The party was over quickly, and she did not glance once at Enishi with Sano teasing her, which made Misao very grateful. The trio left, and Misao made sure that twenty minutes were placed between her and the man that made her feel hot again.

After twenty minutes had passed, Misao decided it was time for her to go, and she bid good-bye to all her friends.

When she got home, she took a shower, ate a snack, and lay in bed. She text Aoshi before falling asleep, informing him the party was great, friends were the same, but didn’t mention anything about Tomoe, and especially her brother, Enishi.

Misao fell asleep, but did not sleep peacefully with erotic dreams of a silver-haired man and his rippling pectorals as he moved over her. She woke up when she had a release in her sleep.

The next day was filled with more job hunting. The last stop was at another office, and she opened the door, looked around to see busy people bustling around with loads of paper in their arms. Each time she tried to ask where the boss’ office was, they ignored her.

Misao started to wonder if the boss was some kind of slave driver with a whip in his hand, scaring everyone to make them work harder.

“This is a very small world.”

Misao froze at the voice she just heard. It was the same voice that reminded her of hot honey that she wanted all over herself, and have a certain silver-haired man to lick clean off her body.

She jumped and saw that it was, indeed, Enishi that spoke to her. He was wearing a black business suit with a white dress shirt underneath, and a black tie. That man was made for black!

“What’re you doing here?” Enishi inquired with a wide smile.

Misao inwardly swooned when she saw such a brilliant smile cross such an unbelievably handsome face. She fidgeted with her résumé and then held it up.

“I’m looking for a job, so I’d thought to apply here,” Misao said as she checked herself for blushing. “I was trying to ask where the boss’ office is so I could turn it in.”

Enishi took Misao’s résumé, with her protest, and looked it over. He gave one nod, turned, and headed to the office on the right.

Misao could hear mumbled conversation and could only hear a few words. She stood, out of place, and looked around at everyone working. No one gave her a glance.

“Soujiro will see you in his office.” Enishi informed when he came back out.

“Oh, thank you.” Misao gave a nod towards the man and went into the office.

Enishi followed suit, watching the young woman all the way inside. Oh, that girl has a body! She looked athletic with perfect breasts, not too small, but not too large. Her waist was narrow and perfectly thin, her hips flared out, and her perfect ass came popping out.

He had the biggest urge to slap his hand on her rump, ever since he first saw her. The business skirt and jacket only hugged her curves in just the right areas, and the long, thick black hair that looked so soft; he wanted to run his hand through the strands.

Enishi licked his lips as Misao sat down, her skirt riding up innocently, but far up enough to cause lust. Soujiro smiled at the young woman and looked over her résumé.

“Not much experience.” he commented.

“Yes, but being inexperienced means I can adapt to your way of work, instead of having years of experience with someone else’s work ethic.” Misao replied, her eyes completely focused on the boss.

Enishi was impressed with Misao’s ability to give a quick answer. Soujiro nodded with a smile, looked at Misao, and back to her résumé.

Misao shifted nervously, wondering what other traps the boss had laid out for her. Soujiro pursed his lips and smiled at the young woman.

“You’re hired.”

Obviously, Misao had not been expecting that, for she looked around the office, looked at Enishi, and back to Soujiro as if she was waiting for them to bust out in laughter and inform her of their joke.

“You will be working on company projects with Enishi.” Soujiro said with his usual smile.

Misao looked at Enishi with a very faint smile, maybe a habit she picked up from Aoshi, and nodded once. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, and her instincts told her to decline the job offer. Times were desperate, however, and she needed this job, so against her instincts, she accepted it.

Misao could trust herself with Enishi, couldn’t she?


To Be Continued...


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AN: I hope everyone liked it so far. Lemon in the next chapter!