Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Compliance ❯ Encounter ( Chapter 2 )

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
Encounter

He needed to find a secluded place…a place he could see to his needs undisturbed. Quickening his pace he turned a corner and skidded to a halt, blinking in the dim light of the half moon glowing faintly above him with clouds slowly drifting across at lazy intervals. “What the…“ He shook his head sharply and began to back away from the scene unfolding before him. His steps faltered as his eyes moved slowly over the figure leaning against the weathered wall of an abandoned warehouse. Licking his lips nervously he cautiously began to close the distance, breath slowly evening out from his previous exertion.

Turning his head slowly he watched the approach of the familiar figure. Pausing in his ministrations, he stared long and hard before holding his hand out in a beckoning gesture. Lips curving upwards into a small, half smile he waited for the other man to close the distance between them. When they were standing a few feet apart he tilted his head to the side curiously. “What do you want?”

Licking his lips again he shrugged. “I was seeking privacy.” He murmured softly, eyes trailing down the other's form, pausing at the open haori before continuing down to the hakama riding low on his hips. “As were you, I see.”

“Hmm…” Slowly he reached down and grasped his member, stroking himself almost lazily as he watched the other man's expression intently, seeing the flush and flicker of interest. “Care to join me?”

He started and stared at him hard, trying to read his thoughts through his expression unsuccessfully. He shifted uncomfortably and began to shake his head. He paused and tilted his head to the side in consideration instead. “Perhaps…” It would be a perfect opportunity to experiment with no obligations and no future repercussions. “Perhaps just this once…” He slowly opened his own haori before tugging at the ties to his hakama.

“I'm pleased with your choice.” He released his member and reached out to pull the other man close, lowering his head to press his lips against the others. He tasted of sake and something else, something he couldn't readily identify but it was intoxicating, filling his senses. Lowering his hand, he brushed his fingers against the hardness between the other man's legs, smiling at the sharp intake of breath. Raising his head slightly he stared into the other man's amber gaze. “Touch me, Batttousai.”

Reaching out tentatively, he did as he was bid, finding the feeling of the other man's sex in his hand to be…pleasant. “How do you know me?” He finally asked.

“It is my business to know.” He leaned back against the wall again, spreading his legs and pulling the hitokiri close to rub their erections together, the sensations electrifying. “Does it matter?”

“No.” Regarding the other man intently he finally nodded. “You are Shinomori Aoshi of the Oniwabanshu.” If the other man was surprised, he hid it well. “You're supposed to be in Edo.”

“Your knowledge is remarkable. I'll have to take greater care in the future to mask my movements…and that of my people.” Releasing his throbbing member he tilted his head to the side. “Have you done this before?”

He nodded slowly, a slight frown marring his features. “Yes.” He pulled back and swiftly removed his clothing, folding them neatly to the side, his daisho set on top. “And you?” He looked at the taller man curiously.

He shook his head and removed his clothing as well, setting his own weapons to the side. “No.”

“I see.” He paused, shivering slightly in the sudden chill breeze. “Then why?”

“I am…curious.” He shrugged and slowly lowered himself to the hard ground.

He hesitated for a moment. “Just so you know, I have no wish to be the submissive in this encounter.”

“I have no problem with that.” Despite his words, he did feel a moment of apprehension.

“In that case…” He murmured as he slowly knelt as well and leaned forward, lowering his head to take the other man's member into his mouth, gently bobbing his head as he pleasured him with his mouth.

Eyes widening briefly before sliding closed on a loud moan, he clenched his hands into fists on his thighs. It felt…good. Resting a hand lightly on the back of the other man's head he urged him to increase the pace, thrusting his hips upwards to meet the downward motions. His breath became ragged pants as the pleasure built and he shifted to thrust more eagerly into the descending mouth, his other hand moving to grasp his shoulder as his fingers clenched in his long red hair. Grunting with the pleasurable sensations he wondered at how he'd never experienced this before.

Reaching up to remove Shinomori's hand from his hair he slowly sat up and smiled, wiping his mouth before leaning forward to press his lips to the others in a brief caress. Shifting until he straddled the other man's thighs he reached down and rubbed himself against Aoshi's throbbing member, still damp from his mouth. “Will you do that to me, Shinomori?” He asked softly against his ear, gently nipping at his ear lobe.

Nodded jerkily he waited until Battousai had moved off of him before bending forward. Pausing he stared at the glistening tip of the engorged member before tentatively touching his tongue to it. It tasted salty and smelled of male arousal. He decided that it wasn't offensive. Slowly drawing the hardened flesh into his mouth he closed his eyes, feeling hands moving over his shoulders and finally settling on his head, urging him into a definite rhythm. He could feel his excitement grow as he listened to the smaller man's pants and low moans as his hips lifted in encouragement. He could taste more of the saltiness now, it was coating his tongue and the inside of his mouth, the member throbbing against his lips as he tried to take more of it inside, nearly gagging for his efforts.

Gasping for breath he gently urged Shinomori to stop, shivering as the air hit his moistened flesh. “Kneel.” His voice was rough with need as he urged the younger man to his knees, back to him. Raising up on his knees behind him he paused, his erection pressed against his muscular buttocks. “This will hurt.” He cautioned as he grasped himself, pushing between the smooth flesh slowly until he was poised at the tight entrance.

Aoshi nodded. He'd already guessed that there would be pain. Men were not built as women were and they were not equipped with natural lubrication to ease the entrance. “Do it.” He rasped, drawing in a deep breath, bracing himself for the invasion.

He didn't need to be told twice. Slowly he eased the tip of his hardened flesh into the tight opening, wincing when the other man's muscles clenched. “Relax and it will be easier.” He urged softly, holding himself still as he waited for his command to be obeyed. When the muscles relaxed he thrust forward, burying himself deep within the other man's body, eyes closing at the exquisite sensation of being gripped so firmly.

Falling forward onto his forearms he bit back a harsh cry of pain. “Fuck.” He muttered, closing his hands into fists as he felt the automatic sting of tears behind his lids.

Gently caressing his lover's back he leaned forward, pressing his lips to the muscular flesh. “I'm sorry. Do you want me to stop?”

Eyes snapping open he blinked in surprise. He knew that Hitokiri Battousai was known for his cold ruthlessness. He shook his head quickly. This was a side to the hitokiri that wasn't commonly known. He was determined to finish what he started and he was thankful that the other man was sympathetic to his discomfort. “No…” He whispered hoarsely.

Slowly pulling back he gripped the other man's hips as he pushed inside again, closing his eyes on a low groan. This was his first time in the role of aggressor and he found the sensations to be more than he'd thought possible. It's no wonder Saito likes this so much. He thought dimly as he fought the urge to increase his pace and plunge into the man harder and faster. He would go slowly if it killed him. He understood all too well how painful it was to be on the receiving end.

Aoshi fought the urge to beg him to stop. It hurt worse than he'd thought possible. Despite the pain, whenever the hitokiri buried his engorged member deep within him he felt a sudden jolt of intense pleasure that left him gasping. Reaching down he wrapped his long fingers around his own shaft and began to stroke himself roughly, feeling the pressure building to an unbearable peak.

Clenching his teeth until his jaw hurt he groaned loudly and couldn't stop himself from increasing his pace. It felt too good to continue going so painfully slow. Leaning forward until his cheek rested against the other man's sweaty back his breath emerged on harsh pants as he reached around and encountered Aoshi's hand already at his destination. “L-let me…” He gasped, pushing his hand aside to grasp his hard flesh. Gripping him firmly he began to stroke him in time with his deep thrusts, feeling the pressure building within himself. He was very close to reaching his release and he wanted the other man to go over the edge with him.

He lowered his head to his arms and gasped at the pleasure the hitokiri's sword callused hand was bringing him. The pain had become bearable, more of a stinging discomfort now and he was able to concentrate on the other sensations. He found he liked the feeling of being stretched and filled now that the pain had diminished. He liked the feeling of the other man's weight against his back and hips, feeling his body moving in an increasingly frantic thrusting pace. He could tell that he was nearing his climax and hoped that he would reach his own soon as well. His body rocked with the force of the other man's thrusts and he couldn't hold in his cries of pleasure any longer.

He reared back, releasing Aoshi's throbbing member to grip his hips with bruising force, his hips pumping with frantic need now. His chest rose and fell with harsh, panting breaths before he suddenly stilled, burying himself deeply within the other man's body, feeling his body jerk with his orgasm. Groaning loudly he collapsed atop the other man, gasping for breath as his body pumped out its seed within the tight passage. Slowly coming back to his senses, he pulled back, his now unexcited member slipping out of its resting place, accompanied by the trickling of his release. “I-I'm sorry…” He whispered softly. “I didn't mean to…” He bowed his head in shame. He'd wanted to bring Shinomori pleasure as well, but he'd ended up using him as Saito used his own body.

Aoshi shifted with a grimace, feel the liquid leaking from his body to trickle down his thighs. He turned slowly to face the smaller man and sighed, seeing his bowed head and tightly clenched hands. “It's all right.” He shrugged and reached down to stroke himself roughly. He was still painfully aroused and wished to reach his own orgasm now. His muscles ached and he had a feeling he wouldn't be walking normally for a few days, but he was certain he'd get over it. All in all he found the encounter to not be unpleasant even if it had been disappointing.

Looking up slowly he sighed and leaned forward. “Let me…” He murmured softly. He found it to be distasteful to have a man cum in his mouth, but he felt it was the least he could do for Shinomori after what had happened. Lowering his head he drew the engorged flesh into his mouth and began to suckle gently as he bobbed his head rhythmically. He closed his eyes tightly as the other man began to thrust upward forcefully, his member pushing deep inside his mouth nearly hitting his gag reflex. He ignored his discomfort and dislike and continued, stubbornly refusing to stop now that he'd begun.

Grunting at the pressure building he clenched his fists in the other man's hair to hold him in place as he raised up to thrust more deeply. He looked down and watched as his head moved against his lap, his moist mouth pulling at his cock almost eagerly. Throwing back his head he pulled his head down one last time as he thrust upward and went rigid, his member pumping out his orgasm into the other man's mouth. There was something unbelievably exciting about knowing that he was cumming into the hitokiri's mouth and feeling his tongue against his twitching member as he shuddered with release. Slowly relaxing his hold on the other man's hair he lowered his gaze again as the hitokiri sat up slowly.

Raising his hand to wipe at the cum trickling down over his chin he slowly opened his eyes. Turning to the side he bent forward and spat out the offensive substance filling his mouth, trembling almost uncontrollably. Unpleasant didn't begin to describe how it had felt to him, but he felt that he'd owed it to the other man after what he'd done.

Blinking in surprise, Aoshi leaned forward and placed a hand lightly on the other man's shoulder. “You didn't have to…” He murmured softly, grimacing at his own thoughtlessness. He knew that he wouldn't have been able to do it if their roles had been reversed. The entire idea was appalling to him. He did have to admit that it had been thoroughly exciting to know that he had released as he did into his mouth, but obviously the smaller man hadn't enjoyed it nearly as much.

Smiling wanly he straightened, wishing for something to rinse his mouth out with. Shrugging he reached for his clothing. “It's all right. I owed you, didn't I?” Pulling his hakama on slowly, he managed a more natural smile. “Thank you, Shinomori, for allowing me to…”

He waved a hand dismissively. “Think nothing of it. I…er…enjoyed the encounter.” He reached for his own clothing. “I would say I would not be adverse to another…er…encounter, but…”

Laughing softly he nodded. “I understand. No need to elaborate.” He sat with his back to the wall, knees pulled up to his chest as he watched the other man's movements. “I've never done it like that before.” He admitted softly.

“Eh?” Pausing in the act of dressing he looked at him curiously. “What do you mean?”

“I've always been submissive, Shinomori.” He sighed and reached for his haori, wrapping it around his shoulders as he shivered. “I can't say that I enjoy it, though. I'm sorry if I hurt you.”

Watching the hitokiri with narrowed eyes he slowly moved to sit beside him, leaning against the wall as well. “I take it your previous encounters weren't entirely…willing.” He turned to look at the smaller man's profile, seeing the tightening of his jaw in the dim light of the moon. “You didn't have to participate tonight, Battousai. I wasn't about to force the issue.”

“I know that. I wanted to…” He paused and drew in a shallow breath. “I wanted to, just once, be a willing partner. To be…in control…” He admitted softly.

“And did you enjoy it?”

“Truthfully?” He laughed bitterly. “No. I found that I'm no better than Sa---…er…than him.” He wasn't willing to admit who it was that had violated him in the past…and would again the next time they met.

Studying him closely he leaned forward and pointed to his daisho resting on the ground beside him. “Kill him.” At the hitokiri's startled look he elaborated. “From the way you're behaving it isn't just an isolated incident. Next time he tries to force you, kill him.”

He lowered his gaze and shook his head. “It isn't that easy. It's…complicated.”

“Don't tell me you actually like it?” The idea was disturbing.

“I wouldn't go that far, Shinomori…but it is complicated.” He sighed and shook his head. “I don't even understand it myself. Every second night…” He paused and swallowed before continuing. “Every second night we meet and it's the same every time. It isn't as bad now that I've stopped…” He halted and shook his head again.

“Ah. I understand.” He stood slowly, wincing in discomfort. He looked down at the other man and reached for his weapons. “Only you can put an end to the cycle, you know. If you allow it to continue it will only get worse.” He shrugged. “It's none of my business, of course, but you don't seem to be the type to willingly allow yourself to be victimized. I will take my leave now. I doubt we'll encounter one another again. For what it's worth, I thank you for tonight. It wasn't all unpleasant and, though I doubt it will make you feel better, you are a good lover, Battousai. If circumstances were different, I would enjoy pursuing this.” Without waiting for an answer he strode away, trying unsuccessfully to hide his stiffness from the other man.