Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Curl ❯ Chapter 16

Author's Notes:

If you've been an avid reader of this fanfic… you may have noticed the fact that I haven't updated as frequently as before, and I apologize. My classes just kind of piled up, and it was midterm season - and on top of that, my mom came to visit. I don't know if many of you have maternal visitations often, however, it means that my mother becomes the center of my universe and everything else comes second. ^_^;;

Chapters 17 and 18 are interludes… I decided to try a different style to describe Sanosuke's and Aoshi's first times (respectively). Review and tell me what you think, or if I should just write it in third person. I'm going back to writing the regular story into Chapters 19 and up… it's just for these two chapters.

I hope I still have readers by the end of this. ^_^;

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I wasn't nervous.

Like fucking hell, I was about to piss in my pants. Shit, man, where did Katsu get this crazy idea from?! Buying me a pro for my seventeenth birthday… I don't even *want* to know how he knew where to get her.

So, here I was. Standing in front of a nowhere motel, on an unknown street, just left of the middle of bumblefuck. To my right, Katsu was grinning like an idiot and patting me on the back. A couple of our other friends were there cheering me on… but it wasn't like Katsu. He was the *only* one there who knew I was still… that I hadn't…

Well, y'know.

It's not like I couldn't get a woman, or nothing. Bloody hell, they were falling on their knees for me, if ya'catch me. I just never found the time with sports and watching my mom and that weasel girl… It's like everyone I fucking know needs protecting, and I'm the only one around with the balls to do it. So obviously, my balls were busy in other departments. Keeping guys' off of my imouto-chan, and keeping my mom from turning into her ex-husband. That would totally not be cool.

Gotta focus. Fuck, I'm gonna shit bricks. Fuck fuck fuck. No pun intended.

So my GENEROUS son of a bitch of a friend decides to take matters into his own hands. The perverted fuck had the gaul to ask me if he needed to supervise. That earned him a hard right hook to the jaw. All my friends know it sucks like hell to get a punch from me when you're stark sober. You don't tell a guy you bought him a whore and offer to take pictures - I'd never live it down, that's for sure.

How did they manage to get me there without a single shot? Hey, I'm no scientist, but I know what alcohol can do to my not-so-little general, and I'm sure as hell not going to embarrass myself on the first go around. Fuck, I better not get some disease or some shit like that. I couldn't handle that. I just want to get this over with, frankly.

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The motel didn't have an elevator, but I gotta pair o'legs at me that got women - and some men - gawkin' at. I'm a pretty damn fine piece of work, if I say so myself. And I do.

The guys were hanging out in the lobby, with some other 'lady friends.' This entire operation was just a cover for a whore house. It could've been worse. They had nice carpet, even if it did seem to smell funny - even when you were out in the hallway. This place reeked of sin.

My kind of place.

Yeah okay so room… room… 462. I was almost betting for a "69" considering the lengths Katsu went to. It was briefly explained to me that the higher up you go in here, the more the prices go up, and the quality of service. This is the top floor. Fuckin' hell, this is what friends are for. Though, you'd think with the dough people shell out for a good fuck, they wouldn't have to keep the thirty year old shag carpet. Geez, it's like a fucking time warp… and some transvestite from the Rocky Horror Picture show is about to pop up and molest me or something.

Dammit, what the fuck's the matter with you? … thinking of okami [crossdressers] at a time like this. I'd hit you if you weren't me, and so damn good lookin'.

I guess I should, like, knock or something. I was 'prepared' and what not. Mom practically flooded me with the talks and the condoms and bees and birds shit. I gotta watch out for her, she's gone super neurotic since Dad died. But this just ain't the time.

I wonder when Aoshi lost his. Bah, that icicle probably *still* hasn't. It'd take ten visits like this to thaw that fucker out. Hah.

Shit shit shit. SANO! BE A MAN! This delayin' shit is just makin' it worse on ya, man. Find those balls you're so fuckin' proud of and let 'em loose.

Aw fuck, you're knocking like a fucking pansy. You're not fucking Soujirou. What's the matter with you?!!

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Y'know. If the cops took one look at this room, they'd *know* this wasn't any old motel in the middle of nowhere. The sheets and stuff were all black and red - come to think of it, most everything was. The lamps had these silky, like, red scarves draped over them, and so did the windows. This was totally lookin' like a porn movie.

The dresser top was all velvet, and I swear to kami, there were candles *everywhere*. This room alone could've burned down the whole of Kyoto for crying out loud. My guess? They were there to cover up any smells. A grin grew on my face… and disappeared when I noticed I was alone.

The light was on in the bathroom, and I can hear that annoying grinding of the fan inside. When I closed the door, the bathroom door opened… and there she was.

To say she was hot would just not do that body justice. Gorgeous, or some word with too many letters like that. She must've guessed what I was thinking, or thought she knew, 'cause she leaned against the door frame and looked me over in the exact same way.

"My, you're a green one, ain't ya," she smirked, with those sexy ruby lips. I mean, wow. And those were gonna be wrapped around my…

"I still get paid if we stand here all day, you know," I just looked at her blankly. I got a glance at the bathroom, it was more like… a dressing room in the backstage of Moulin Rouge or something.

But what the hell was *I* supposed to do? It's not like I did this on the regular, or something. She's being paid to do the work, hell, why *should* I do anything? The man inside me said that I should be doing something really cool and suave or something right about now.

With normal women, maybe. But here, I was dealing with a pro.

"Yumi." I looked at her like she was crazy. My head came crashing down to earth, and my hormones started to kick in. Gad, I mean, they never took that long before. "… just so you know what name to cry out." My mouth opened to protest, "… and you *will* cry out."

… and… what was my name again…??

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Author's Note:

Well. Do you know any *other* whores in Rurouni Kenshin?