Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Compliance ❯ Compliance ( Chapter 1 )

Rurouni Kenshin Fanfic

Rurouni Kenshin & Samurai X Original Japanese Version (c) N.Watsuki/Shueisha * Fuji-TV * SME Visual Works Inc. * Sony Pictures Entertainment

All Fanfics created by Chiruken (me) were written for the sole purpose of shared entertainment and not intended for publication or sale.


Compliance
by: Chiruken
Compliance

Pain wracked his slender form causing his vision to blur, a soft moan escaping lips tightly pressed together. Staring up at the larger man defiantly, he waited for the next blow to fall. When it didn't happen he felt a moment of confusion. What was he doing? Why wasn't he attacking? He had him at a disadvantage. He could taste blood and knew it was his own.

Saito glared down at the young hitokiri and reached forward, grasping a fistful of long red hair, dragging him to his feet. "Not so dangerous now, are you? Without a katana you are nothing, Battousai."

Refusing to dignify the taunt with an answer, the young man known on the streets of Kyoto as Hitokiri Battousai narrowed his amber eyes and bit his tongue to hold his silence. He would not give Saito Hajime the satisfaction of knowing that he'd won. He waited, yet again, for another punishing blow to descend.

"You really are quite striking..." He murmured softly, feeling a familiar tightening in his groin. Pulling him closer, he lifted his free hand to caress the younger man's cheek. "Beautiful, even."

Eyes widening in shock, he held himself rigidly still. What game was he playing at now? Did he intend to kill him? Perhaps continue to punish him through continued beatings? Anything but the horrifying promise reflected in the narrowed golden gaze filled with growing lust.

"Young, beautiful...unusual..." His lips curved upwards in a smirk. "I want you." He stated it grimly, pulling the young hitokiri closer and lowering his head. "I've never wanted another man before. I'm not sure I like this feeling." He drew his fist back and let fly a brutal punch, releasing his captive at the same instant so he fell back with a soft moan.

Just kill me... He thought desperately. He wasn't certain how much longer he could withstand the brutal beating he was receiving at the Shinsengumi captain's hands, but anything was preferable to the lustful promise in his expression. To allow a man to touch him the way Saito's eyes indicated, was unacceptable. Never again... He thought with grim determination. Never again would he suffer such degradation. Yet despite his resolve he also knew there was nothing he could do to protect himself if the other man decided to follow that path. He was effectively helpless to the larger man's whims. And yet another part of him, a part he desperately tried to ignore, felt a thrill of excitement. This can't be happening...

Saito stepped forward, casually loosening his haori and reaching inside to tug at the ties to his hakama. He smirked at the wild expression in the smaller man's eyes. "Yes. Fear me, Battousai..." Pushing the rough material aside he freed his hardened member and stroked his length, urging himself to further arousal. "I like that look. It excites me."

Shaking his head in denial, he ignored an answering tightening in his own loins. This isn't happening! He shook his head again, feeling panic rising to override the pain slowing his movements. He had to get away. He couldn't allow this to happen. If he did...then he could no longer deny what he'd been trying so hard to ignore. He couldn't allow the other man to do this, yet he felt his eyes drawn to the flesh being stroked roughly and felt his breath grow ragged. Closing his eyes he prayed for this nightmare to end.

He could feel his excitement grow and stroked himself harder, enjoying the pleasure-pain his hand brought to him. But now he needed more. Stepping forward he released himself and grabbed the younger man, roughly pushing him to his stomach. Planting a knee firmly in the small of his back to prevent his escape he reached down and jerked at his clothing, reaching beneath him to tear at the ties to his hakama. Pulling the material down over his slender hips he smirked at the soft, nearly inaudible whimper the smaller man made. Shifting his weight, he grasped those slender hips and lifted him to his knees, kneeling behind him, his aching member pressed against the smooth, muscular buttocks exposed to him. Holding him steady with one hand, he grasped his cock again and guided it between the pale flesh, a soft hiss of satisfaction escaping his parted lips when he began to push inside the tight opening.

Closing his eyes tightly he bit back a howl of pain when he felt Saito tear into him. It hurt! More than he remembered. Bracing his hands on the cold hard ground he listened to the other man's grunts of pleasure as he pounded into him, rocking his body with the force of his thrusts. Despite the pain and the feeling of helplessness he felt his own member throbbing with need. He shook his head sharply, feeling the sting of tears behind his tightly closed lids and slowly shifted his weight to one hand as he reached down to grasp his own arousal.

Never had he felt anything like it before. It was exquisite. The young hitokiri was tight and hot around him, drawing a deep guttural groan from the depths of his chest. It felt so damn good! He felt him shifting and opened his eyes to stare at the back of his head. What is he doing? An instant later he had his answer when he saw the smaller man's arm moving in an unmistakable rhythm. Smirking in satisfaction he reached around, resting more of his weight on the hitokiri's back and hips, and knocked his hand aside to grasp the hardness jutting forward proudly.

Feeling the rough sword callused hand caressing him nearly broke him. He didn't want this! His body was betraying him. Yet he couldn't deny that Saito's hand was bringing him untold pleasure as it jerked roughly on his engorged flesh. His breath came in harsh pants, tears falling unchecked down his pale cheeks as he felt himself grow unbelievably harder beneath the other man's almost painful strokes. He could feel sweat trickling down the sides of his face as his hips began to buck against the hand pumping his cock.

Saito enjoyed the feeling of the other man's erection in his hand, rubbing against his palm. He could feel moisture lubricating the silky flesh and he gritted his teeth, wanting to taste it. He didn't know where these strange urges came from, but he was determined to take advantage of the situation and slake this driving lust fully. Ignoring his body's strident protests he stilled his almost frantic pumping and pulled out of the smaller man's body to roughly turn him over. His eyes briefly paused on the tears glistening on his pale cheeks before he lowered his head to the flesh he still pumped roughly. Stilling his hand he lowered his head and touched the tip of his tongue to the glistening tip of his cock. The smaller man's hips bucked upwards, thrusting his engorged flesh into Saito's mouth. This, he decided, was unacceptable. He didn't enjoy this feeling, yet he bobbed his head a few times, listening to the desperate groans of the hitokiri before he sucked hard and released him.

Hands clenching into fists he fought the urges his body was screaming for relief from. Tossing his head to the side he gasped, feeling a sob welling up his throat. He needed relief, yet he desperately wanted to deny it. What Saito was doing to him far, far worse than anything previously done to him in the past. When he felt the bite of cold air on his painfully aroused member he wondered if his torment had finally ended and Saito had finally become bored, or if the nightmare were only beginning.

Grabbing fistfuls of the other man's hakama, he jerked the material down and pushed his legs up until his knees touched his chest. Looming over him he looked down at his exposed position and smirked again in satisfaction. Grasping his cock he stroked himself again, enjoying the feeling as he guided it to the tight opening again. Pressing the tip against it he paused, feeling moisture dripping from his own member to lubricate the way. Thrusting his hips forward hard, he buried his throbbing cock deep within the smaller man, enjoying his harsh, guttural cry of pain. Pushing his legs tighter against his chest he leaned forward to stare into his pale, tear-streaked face as he pumped his cock into him with increasing force. He could feel the other man's erection pressed against his stomach and reached down between them to grasp it firmly. He began to pump it hard in rhythm with his own thrusts, grunting in exertion as he felt sweat trickling down his back. He could feel the hitokiri's balls rubbing against him and it drove him mad with excitement. He released the hardened flesh and braced his hands on the ground beside his head, staring hard into his face as his lips pulled back into a snarl, his deep pumping of his hips rocking the smaller man with the force of his thrusts.

He opened his eyes to stare into Saito's sweaty face, seeing the intense lustful pleasure pulling his lips back into a snarl. He felt something deep inside of him being stimulated by the other man's deeply thrusting cock and felt his own begin to twitch in answer. He could feel moisture against his abdomen and knew that his orgasm was close. Whimpering softly at the agony Saito's cock was forcing upon him he fought his body's impending release. He didn't want to further dishonor himself by cumming like this. It would be as if he told the other man that he enjoyed what was being done to him. He didn't...did he? Suddenly the pleasure became too much to ignore and he threw his head back. "Uh...uh...uh..." No!

Saito watched in fascination as the amber eyes opened and met his briefly, his delicate features flushed, lips parted on moans and pants. He was close...very close. He watched as the smaller man threw his head back, soft grunts escaping his clenched teeth. He's...enjoying this? His eyes widened at the thought. The next instant he decided that he'd been mistaken when he saw the slender jaw clench, the amber eyes sliding closed to release more tears. No...not enjoying it...but his body is... He smirked in satisfaction as he felt the slender form beneath him grow rigid, tremors shaking him violently as a harsh cry was torn from his throat. Yet Saito knew that he hadn't released...though he was close. He needed an added push he decided and shifted to reach between them again. His fingers brushed against the wetness dripping from the tip of his engorged member and he withdrew his hand again to taste the pre-cum on the digits. He reached down again and coated his fingers to present to the hitokiri's parted lips.

His eyes snapped open as he felt moisture against his lips and he involuntarily licked them, tasting himself. Suddenly Saito's hips bucked convulsively, his cock twitching uncontrollably within him as he felt a sudden gush inside. Saito had reached his orgasm. He looked up, seeing his head thrown back in a howl, his body jerking in his release.

"Fuck." He muttered, panting heavily. He looked down, seeing the amber eyes on him. He reared back and looked down, seeing the hitokiri's erection still proudly throbbing. His gaze continued downward to where they were joined. Slowly he pulled back, his now flaccid cock sliding out with a wet plop, his seed spilling from the tight opening.

"Get." He gritted his teeth. "Off." He lifted his arms to shove at the larger man. "Me." He pushed hard and sat up as Saito moved back. "You fucking asshole." He winced at the agony ripping through him. "How dare you!" He launched himself forward, murder reflected in his enraged amber eyes.

Saito caught the smaller man in his arms and pinned him, holding him against him with a smirk. "You seemed to enjoy it, Battousai." The statement wasn't entirely true. Saito had known that the younger man had hated every moment of the encounter, though his body had betrayed him.

"Fuck you!" Snarling his wrath he struggled against the larger man's hold.

"I just did." He stated calmly and blinked when the hitokiri suddenly went limp. "Eh?"

"J-just go..." He whispered softly. "You got what you came for. Just go."

Lifting his hand he gently brushed the tangled red strands from his face and peered into his pale expression. "I think not." He could feel his body stirring again. "I rather enjoyed that little encounter and wish for a repeat. Now." He pushed the smaller man back and froze. He wasn't fighting him. He just lay there on the cold hard ground staring blankly to the side. "What's this? You actually want it again?"

"Just shut up. Do it if you're going to. Just get it over with." He felt numb. He didn't know what he'd expected, but it certainly wasn't an immediate repeat performance.

Saito frowned. Had he broken him already? It couldn't be that easy...or could it? Leaning over him he gently brushed his knuckles against his cheek. "Perhaps not immediately." His eyes trailed down to the still hard flesh between them. Reaching down he grasped the hard cock and began to pump him with long sure strokes.

"S-stop!" He tried to push his arm aside but found his hand pinned. He twisted his body, trying to get away from the pleasure Saito was instilling in him. "Stop it, Saito!" He was becoming desperate. He didn't want to orgasm...he didn't want it to be Saito who brought him relief from the nearly painful arousal his body was experiencing. "Please..." He whimpered, his hips helplessly bucking against the ministrations of the older man. "Please don't..." Tears fell unchecked and he didn't bother trying to hold them in.

"Just let it go, Battousai." He lowered his head and pressed his lips to the smaller man's, surprised at the sudden tide of tenderness he felt for the hitokiri writhing beneath him. He'd started out to rape him...and he had...but he hadn't expected to enjoy his young body so much. Nor had expected to want to experience it again and again. He wanted the hitokiri as his lover...not just temporarily, but permanently. To hell with his wife...she'd understand. No, he wanted this red haired temptation in his futon night after night, writhing beneath him, screaming out his name, begging him for more.

The touch of Saito's lips against his own was unbearable. He threw his head to the side, feeling his muscles clenching. Saito had stopped stroking him the moment he'd kissed him, but he knew it was a temporary respite. His thoughts were confirmed when the Shinsengumi captain's hand began moving again, his other moving down to cup his balls and lightly squeeze and caress them. He couldn't hold back much longer. Shifting so his feet were planted firmly on the ground he thrust his hips up desperately, helplessly. Soon it would be over. He could feel his orgasm crashing down on him. His hands clenched into fists at his sides as his back arched, a harsh, guttural scream torn from his throat as he went rigid, his seed pumping out of his jerking cock to splash over Saito's hand and across his stomach, staining his clothes. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, his body jerking with the force of his release.

Saito lowered his head and licked at the slowly softening cock he still held, tasting the hitokiri's essence...and liking it. He began to greedily lap it up, wanting to taste more. He could feel his own cock throbbing between his legs and he shifted, kneeling over his prone form, watching as his chest rose and fell in harsh pants. Grasping himself he began to pump his cock hard and fast, wanting to feel the exquisite release again. Rubbing the smaller man's cum onto his throbbing member he pushed forward against the tight opening again, feeling himself slip easily inside, his previous orgasm having left slick wetness behind added to the wetness he'd just rubbed on himself. This time he moved slowly, enjoying the feelings as he allowed the pressure to build within him. He gathered the smaller man up closer to him and rocked against him rhythmically, enjoying the way his smaller body seemed to welcome him this second time around.

Slowly opening his eyes he stared into Saito's face for several long moments, feeling him moving within him again. "I hate you." He whispered softly, shifting to thrust back against him.

"I know." Saito replied, equally softly, shifting his hands to grip the hitokiri's buttocks, holding him up for easier penetration.

Throwing his head back in a wordless cry of pleasure and pain, he felt his body responding to the stimulation of the deep thrusts, his member hardening once again. Grasping at the larger man's shoulders for leverage, he countered the thrusts, impaling himself harder on Saito's cock. Reaching between them he began to stroke himself roughly, brutally, his movements bringing both pleasure and pain as he both punished himself for the act he was participating in and pleasuring himself. Masturbating with rough, jerking movements he threw his head back again, grunting with each of Saito's thrusts, feeling himself getting closer to his second orgasm.

They reached their second orgasm at the same instant. As Saito panted for breath, he held the smaller man close, not wanting to pull out of him yet. He could feel Battousai's cum staining his haori and the kimono beneath. With each harsh breath he could feel his own seed leaking out from his body. "I want you as my lover, Battousai."

"Never..." He shifted, snuggling closer, fighting to catch his breath.

"You enjoyed it as much as I..." He countered softly, gently stroking his hands over the deceptively small body, feeling the finely honed muscles rippling beneath his palms.

"So you're a decent fuck. That's hardly grounds to continue."

"Decent? That's all?" He smirked and shifted, feeling the bite of the cold against his exposed flesh.

"I've had better." He pulled back and looked at the older man solemnly before drawing his hand back and slapping him hard. "Don't ever touch me again, Saito." He stood abruptly and staggered, his breath catching on a wave of agony and he fell to his knees. "What have you done to me?" He cried softly, slowly lowering himself to lay flat on the ground, each breath bringing more pain.

"I fucked you, Battousai. I drove my cock into your tight little ass and now you're feeling the results. Hurts, doesn't it?" He stood and rearranged his clothing. Slowly he approached the still hitokiri. Slowly lowering himself to a crouch beside him he smirked down at him. "Oh yeah. I rode you hard. You aren't likely to forget this for some time to come."

"I hate you, you crude bastard."

"You seemed to like me just fine a moment ago when you were cumming all over my uniform, you little hypocrite." He reached inside his haori and withdrew a cigarette. "A hot furo should ease some of the aches, I'd imagine. Next time I'll bring scented oil."

"Fuck you." The protest was weak as he slowly rolled onto his back.

"Oh, don't worry. I will." Standing abruptly he turned his back and strode away. "Be here tomorrow night. Don't make me come looking for you...I might just forget the oil then."

Sighing softly he turned his head slowly. "Bring a blanket, Saito...” He called softly, resigning himself to his fate. It wasn't so bad, he decided. If he didn't fight him, Saito wouldn't hurt him again. Someday... He silently promised himself. Someday I'm going to kill that arrogant bastard for this...