Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Compliance ❯ Ordeal ( Chapter 3 )

Rurouni Kenshin Fanfic

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

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Compliance
by: Chiruken
Ordeal

It was the appointed time again. He slowly made his way through the darkened streets, nervously fingering the hilt of his katana. He shivered in the cold wind, feeling the chill deep within his soul. Yet despite his trepidation, he also felt a thrill of excitement. And he hated it. He didn't want to feel anything but anger and contempt for the approaching ordeal, yet he couldn't deny that in a twisted way he was coming to almost look forward to the experience. And he hated himself for it. It shouldn't be like this. He thought despairingly. I shouldn't feel anything like this. But he did. He couldn't deny it any longer. Though he hated the way things had started, he found that he now craved what he previously hated.

He shook his head sharply as he pressed himself against a wall and peered out through the opening of the darkened alley. As usual, he wasn't the first to arrive. Sighing softly he stepped forward and loosened his haori. Once again he was to play a part he hated, yet he also acknowledged that he needed. Stopping to remove his daisho from his obi he held the weapons loosely in his hands, Shinomori Aoshi's words coming back to haunt him. Kill him. He shook his head again, knowing that he wouldn't. As he'd told the younger man, it was complicated. Pausing before the large wooden door he reached up and removed the tie holding his long red hair back, allowing it to fall loosely around his shoulders before he pushed the door open with his shoulder.

Soft lamplight flooded the darkness and he narrowed his amber eyes against it, awaiting his night vision to adjust before stepping inside the abandoned building. Stopping just inside the door he set his wakizashi and katana against the wall before moving forward, his gaze moving over the interior restlessly before settling on the familiar figure awaiting him. Shrugging out of his haori he folded it neatly and set it aside before tugging his dark gi loose from the waist of his hakama. His movements were slow, unhurried, and he knew that it annoyed the other man. He allowed a small, grim smile to curve his lips upwards briefly before his expression settled into cold impassiveness once again. He didn't know why he insisted on goading the older man, it always brought him pain in the end, but he couldn't stop himself from doing so. Folding the garment carefully, he placed it atop his haori in a neat pile. Turning back to the larger man he paused, his hands hovering over the ties to his hakama.

“Hurry up. I don't have all night.” The other man's tone was impatient, tinged with irritation. “Must we go through this every time?”

His hands clenched on the material briefly before tugging it loose, a reflexive gesture used to hide the way they trembled. His eyes moved to the small pile of clothes set beside a blanket spread out on the dirty floor. Biting the inside of his lip he tugged the knot out of the obi and unwound it from his slender waist, rolling it and setting it aside, the rough material of his hakama slipping to catch against his hips before he finally allowed them to fall as well to pool around his feet. Bending, he grasped the material, his knuckles turning white in his grip as he slowly straightened, folding the final item as well. Standing in nothing but his fundoshi and tabi he shivered, feeling the bite of cold against his naked form.

“And the rest.” Amber eyes moved over his form hungrily as he moved to comply with the command. “Come here.” His lips trembled as he fought the urge to bolt. He didn't want to obey, but he felt his feet moving him closer. He lowered his gaze, eyes moving over the other man's naked form, resting briefly on the erection jutting forward insistently. He felt a flush creep up his neck into his face as he felt his own body responding. “Look at me.” He wanted desperately to ignore the rough order, but knew he couldn't. Slowly he lifted his gaze to the larger man's face, taking care to keep his expression blank. No sooner had he done so than he felt himself roughly dragged forward. He closed his eyes, willing his body to relax as he felt the other man's mouth on his own, his tongue pushing inside. He opened his mouth, accepting the kiss, tasting tobacco and something uniquely him. Rough, sword callused hands moved over his shoulders to his back, pulling him closer. He held himself rigidly to still the trembling in his limbs as he felt the hardness of his engorged member pressing against his stomach. His lips were abruptly released. “I've missed you.” The words were whispered near his ear, turning his stomach. He hadn't been missed as much as his body had been, he knew this.

Knowing that he would bring the other man's wrath down on him, he stepped back and glared at him. “Get on with it, Saito.” He turned and knelt on the blanket, hands closing into fists on the rough wool.

Saito allowed a humorless smirk to cross his features as he looked down at his lover's back. He reached to the side, grasping a long and supple willow branch. “Do you enjoy punishment so much, Battousai?” He asked softly, bringing the branch down sharply against the pale smoothness of his exposed back as he stepped forward. The smaller man's body jerked from the sharp stinging pain, a red welt forming against his previously unmarred flesh. “Is this how you gain your pleasure?” He brought the switch down again, crossing the first welt. He frowned down at the silent hitokiri before tossing the branch aside. “Very distasteful.” He muttered, lip curling in disgust. “If it is pain you want, I can oblige.” A well place kick sent the smaller man sprawling to the floor with a soft thump. “I grow tired of your games. Turn over.” Using his foot he nudged the younger man in the side, flipping him onto his back. His eyes moved over his body, resting on his swollen member.

He closed his eyes, hands fisting into the blanket, knowing that Saito was merely getting started. The ordeal was just beginning. Willing his body to relax, he shifted, bending his knees and spreading his thighs. “Just get it over with.” He silently applauded himself when his voice emerged steadily without a waver.

“You're a stubborn little bastard.” Dropping to his knees he bent forward, lowering his head to take the smaller man's hardened flesh into his mouth, sucking hard as he bobbed his head a few times. He felt a moment of satisfaction as he heard the younger man's soft groan of pleasure. He still found it unpleasant to do, but he was willing to overlook his disgust momentarily. He enjoyed breaking through the hitokiri's rigid control. It gave him a feeling of empowerment. Lifting his head he released his member with a flick of his tongue and moved to cover his smaller, compact form with his own, roughly thrusting his hips forward to push his erection against him. “This is what you want, isn't it?”

Closing his eyes tightly he fought the urge to push his weight off of him and nodded jerkily. “Yes.” The word emerged on a hiss, anger lacing his tone. Kami but he hated him!

Pulling back, Saito smirked. “Beg me.” He ordered harshly, reaching to the side for the small jar containing scented oil. He paused when the younger man remained silent, lips pressed tightly together in a stubborn line. He set the jar down again, unopened. “It's to be that way, is it?” Grasping the slender, though muscular thighs, in a bruising grip, he pushed his legs up. He ignored the hate-filled glare directed at him. “You hate me, yes?” He gritted his teeth, grasping his throbbing member and guiding it to the tight opening revealed to him by the awkward position. He barked a short, amused laugh. “Good. It adds a certain excitement, doesn't it?” He thrust his hips forward sharply, hissing at the feeling of the smaller man's body gripping him, feeling a thrill course down his spine at the hoarse cry of pain his action brought to the other's lips.

He clenched his hands tighter, feeling his fingernails cut into his palms. He knew Saito would do this. He had known from the moment he'd stepped through the door and seen his expression of cruel impatience. His taunting hadn't helped the situation and now he was paying for his defiance. He turned his head to the side and stared at his daisho leaning against the wall. It would be so easy… He thought numbly. I could kill him and he couldn't put up more than a small, token fight. I'm faster than he could ever be…

As if reading his thoughts, Saito raised his hand and brought it down sharply, slapping the smaller man, leaving the imprint of his hand against his cheek. “Don't even think about it, Battousai. You need this as much as I do.”

Closing his eyes he allowed a soft whimper to escape his lips as the larger man thrust into him harder, rocking his body with the force of his pumping hips. “I…” He paused, arching his back as Saito's member touched on that certain spot deep within him, causing a jolt of blinding pleasure-pain to radiate outwards. “I hate you.” He whispered, feeling the sting of tears behind his tightly closed lids.

“I know.” Reaching down between them he grasped the hitokiri's swollen member and stroked him roughly. “You hate me…and you need me.” He leaned forward, stilling his movement for a moment to press his lips to the smaller man's in an almost gentle kiss. Releasing his throbbing cock, he gripped his hips instead, holding him up to plunge into him harder and faster, burying himself deeply with each thrust. Throwing his head back, he shouted as he pushed one final time, shuddering in his explosive release. Collapsing on top of the smaller man, he didn't move as he breathed raggedly, feeling the other man's throbbing erection pressed between them.

He breathed shallowly, trying not to move as he felt Saito's member shrink within him. He was heavy, but he could bear it. He stared up at the shadowed ceiling, feeling his own body's unfilled need throbbing insistently where it was trapped between their sweaty bodies. He felt raw, hurt more deeply than the mere physical pain of Saito's dry entrance into his body. Deep within him, he felt his heart break a little more. It was always like this. Every time he allowed the Shinsengumi captain to use him for sexual gratification he felt a hollow emptiness grow within him. He had no illusions as to the other man's intentions. He didn't do this for love. Far from it. He also knew that he, of all people, was the least deserving of such a tender sentiment. But he yearned for it all the same. He didn't know if he craved the love of another man or not, he just knew he needed, someday, to feel cherished. Tears filled his eyes as he thought of the young woman back at the inn where the Ishinshishi had made their secret headquarters. She was beautiful, refined…and he knew she'd feel nothing but disgust for him if she knew of what he did on the nights he met Saito in this abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Kyoto. How could a woman desire…love…a man who willingly allowed himself to be taken by another man? Tomoe… He thought her name reverently and with longing, the tears slowly slipping from his eyes as they slid closed to catch on his lashes.

Slowly coming back into himself, Saito shifted turning his head to look at his younger lover. His expression hardened when he saw the other man's tears. “Now what?” He muttered crossly, not liking the way he felt guilt gnaw at his insides. He pulled back, watching as his legs slowly came to rest on the blanket, his seed tricking out of his body to coat his thighs and stain the blanket.

“How much longer will you make me do this, Saito? When will you tire of me?” He whispered softly, aching deep inside as he slowly opened his eyes to gaze at the older man pleadingly.

His eyes moved slowly over the young hitokiri's face, resting briefly on the single scar marring his youthful features. How he'd dearly love to bring a slow, torturous death to the bastard who'd marked his young lover's beautiful face. “Never.” He growled, grasping him by his shoulders to pull him into a sitting position, claiming his lips in a rough, possessive kiss. He released him abruptly, seeing the horror in his shimmering amber gaze. “You are mine.” He rasped, shaking him for emphasis. “Kneel.” When his gaze dropped to his unexcited member he smirked. “No, not yet.”

“Th-then why?” He shook his head, but moved to comply, turning so he knelt before the older man, resting his head in his arms as he trembled from the exposed position.

“Not like that, ahou. Face me.” He turned him roughly towards him. He grasped the smaller man's hardened flesh and stroked him roughly, enjoying the way his breathing turned ragged at the stimulation. He released him abruptly. “I want you to do it.” He smirked at the shock shown clearly in his wide, amber gaze. “Masturbate for me, Battousai. Bring your own release.” He felt his breath quicken in anticipation. “I want to see you bring yourself to completion.”

“Me?” He whispered, feeling an odd sense of excitement curl within him. He wondered at it briefly before discarding it as unimportant. Shifting so he sat on his heels, thighs spread, he reached down slowly to grasp his hardened member. Hesitantly he stroked himself, eyes never leaving Saito's as the pleasure mounted. Biting back a soft groan he increased his pace, his breathing coming in soft, excited pants as the older man's eyes followed the movement of his hand. His eyes slid closed as felt moisture beneath his hand, easing the movement as he tightened his fingers reflexively, increasing his pace at the sensation his callus roughed hand caused.

“Open your eyes.” He commanded hoarsely, feeling his body tightening, his member hardening once again. “I want you to look at me.”

Slowly doing as he was bid, his eyes fell on Saito's growing erection and he groaned, knowing that he would wish to enter him again to relieve his lust. Somehow, this time it wasn't as unpleasant a thought as before. Lifting his gaze to the other man's he suddenly jerked, eyes closing as he shouted hoarsely, his orgasm hitting him unexpectedly, his cum flowing over his hand to splash against his thighs…and Saito's. He stroked himself a few more times, wanting to prolong the pleasure before he slowly released himself, panting heavily in the aftermath of his release. He opened his eyes to stare at Saito, almost afraid of what the other man would do.

Saito blinked, feeling the young hitokiri's seed on his thighs and looked down, seeing it drip thickly from his flesh to the blanket. He eyes moved to his hand, glistening in the muted light from the lamp. He reached out, lightning quick, and grasped his slender wrist, lifting his hand to his lips. “Taste.” He ordered, watching as a flush spread into his youthful face. “Do it.”

Feeling disgust threatening to close off his throat he slowly opened his mouth, touching his tongue to his fingers, tasting himself on the digits. He felt his stomach lurch. What was Saito playing at now? Was this his revenge for cumming on him? Or was it something else? Trembling, he tried to jerk his hand away, not wanting to continue.

“All of it.” He rasped, feeling his excitement growing as he watched him slowly draw his fingers into his mouth, suckling at the substance coating the digits, disgust clearly showing in his eyes. He reached down and stroked himself roughly before releasing his wrist. Grasping the back of his head he pulled him down into his lap. “Pleasure me, Battousai.” He commanded, pushing his head down further until he felt his breath against his engorged flesh.

Opening his mouth reluctantly, he drew the throbbing member into his mouth, closing his eyes tightly, hands clenching into fists. He could still taste himself on his tongue and now he could taste Saito's pre-cum coating it as well. Kami…don't let him finish like this! He silently begged. He knew that if he did, he'd certainly vomit.

Saito pushed his head down to meet his rising hips rhythmically, reeling from the pleasurable sensations assaulting his senses. He was balanced precariously, close to the edge as his second orgasm hovered. He wanted to cum like this, into the younger man's mouth…but he also wanted to bury himself deeply into his welcoming body again as well. Caught between the two desires he thrust up forcefully as he dragged the smaller man's head down roughly, hands clenching in his long, red hair. Growling, he closed his eyes, allowing the pleasure to wash over him, feeling his muscles clenching in prelude to his release. Suddenly he pushed him away. “Kneel.” He grabbed him by the shoulders, roughly spinning him around and pushing him to the floor. Reaching to the side he grabbed the jar again and opened it, his movement abrupt and desperate as he leaned over the younger man's prone form. He poured the scented oil into his palm, not caring that more spilled over his lover's muscular buttocks than into his hand. Tossing the jar aside carelessly he rubbed the oil onto his throbbing member, groaning loudly as he felt his body begin to clench. “Not yet.” He gritted, reaching down to spread his legs, not giving him a chance to move to his knees. Pressing his lips against the smooth flesh briefly before he bit, leaving a small welt, he smirked at the soft, startled yelp, before he lifted his lean hips, positioning him where he wanted. Kneeling behind him, his engorged cock jutting forward, pointing towards the tight opening he paused a moment, watching as the younger man's muscles clenched. Pushing the tip of his erection against his ultimate destination, he gathered himself and thrust forward, burying himself deeply inside the tight passage. Closing his eyes in bliss he began to pump frantically, feeling himself balanced precariously and knowing that it wouldn't take long for him to tumble over the edge into the abyss of his impending orgasm.

Eyes closing tightly, he shifted his arms around to cradle his head as Saito literally shoved his cock into him with brutal force. Even with the lubrication of his previous orgasm and the oil it hurt like hell. He couldn't hold back his loud cries of pain as his body rocked with Saito's vicious thrusting. Burying his face in his arms he bit down hard to give himself a different pain to focus on, tasting blood in his mouth as he tried to stifle his agonized howls of pain. Tears flowed freely as he silently begged for his ordeal to end. Why?! The thought was filled with panic. He didn't know what he'd done this time to warrant the punishment. His hands closed into fists, nails biting into his palms to leave bloody crescents against the already bruised flesh.

With a final thrust Saito threw his head back with a shout, his body spasming with the force of his orgasm. He shuddered violently as his seed shot into the tight passage of his lover before he collapsed panting harshly as he slowly returned to himself. Reaching forward he grasped a handful of red hair and pulled back savagely, earning another strangled cry of pain. “That, Battousai, was better than ever.” He released him and slowly rolled off to lie beside the younger man, listening to his ragged breathing for a moment before turning his head to look at him. His eyes widened when he saw the blood dripping from his arms. “What the hell?” He sat abruptly and grasped his shoulder, turning him roughly onto his back. He gaze fell immediately on his bloody lips. “What the fuck did you do?” He leaned over him, seeing the tears still slipping from his tightly closed eyes, concern softening his expression. He grabbed his arm and lifted it, seeing for the first time the unmistakable mark of teeth on the torn and bloody flesh. “What did you do?” He whispered hoarsely, not understanding this sudden turn of events and not liking it at all.

“I-it hurt…” He whispered brokenly, slowly opening his eyes to meet Saito's furious gaze. “It hurt, Saito…” He licked his lips, tasting his blood and his eyes widened before moving to his arm the other man still held in a crushing grip. “Fuck.” He muttered, realization dawning. “I-I…” He couldn't say anything else.

“Stupid bastard.” He reached to the side and grabbed a cloth, wrapping it around the self-inflicted wound. “If you wanted to bleed so badly, you should've said something. I could've done it for you.”

“I didn't do it on purpose!” He offered his other arm to the older man noting his grim expression. “I didn't want to scream.” He elaborated. “It really hurt, Saito.”

“What did?” He asked distractedly, seeing the blood covering his palms as well.

“What you did…it hurt…badly.”

“I used oil.” He muttered in defense of himself. He felt another stab of guilt, knowing that it was because of him that his younger lover had mutilated himself in such a fashion.

“Whatever.” He sat up and turned away, reaching for his clothes. “Can I go now? Are you done with me for the night?”

Saito scowled. He didn't want to let the younger man go, yet he had no real reason to keep him there any longer. “Go. Be here tomorrow night.”

“Tomorrow?!” He turned, thrusting his arms into the sleeves of his gi. “Why tomorrow? I thought…”

“Because I want you here tomorrow!” Saito stood, towering over the smaller man. He grabbed him and kissed him roughly, tasting his blood. He pushed him away. “If I could I'd keep you will me all the time.”

“Just so you can fuck me when you get the urge? Stop being so fucking selfish, Saito. Go home to your wife. I'm sure she'd welcome your attentions a lot more enthusiastically than I ever would.” He tucked his gi into his hakama, movements harsh and angry. “Why can't you just leave me alone?”

“You like it as much as I do, Battousai.”

“Kenshin.”

“What?” Saito froze, hakama still in hand as he turned to stare at the hitokiri glaring at him furiously.

“If I'm going to be your lover, you may as well use my name. It's Kenshin.”

“Kenshin…” He murmured softly, rolling the name over in his mind. Oddly, it suited the young man standing before him. “Very well, Kenshin. Meet me here tomorrow night.”

Sighing softly he nodded, feeling too drained to argue further. “All right. Tomorrow.” He turned and lifted his daisho before tucking the saya through his obi. “And Saito?” He looked over his shoulder and waited for his nod. “Just so you know, I fucked another man last night.” He allowed a smug smile to curve his lips upwards, eyes glittering in the half light of the lamp as the other man's features twisted with fury and he took a step in his direction. He'd pay for it the next night, but he was willing to accept that. He'd wanted to see the smug expression gone from the other man's face. “I didn't like it any more with him than I do with you.” With that parting shot he pushed through the door and strode away into the night, wanting nothing more than a hot furo and a good cry. He felt broken, his soul in tatters. He felt as if he'd sold the remainder of his soul to the god of the underworld by agreeing to be Saito Hajime's lover. He prayed that he would meet a man of greater sword skill soon and find his end on the edge of his blade. He already felt dead inside.