Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Heaven In Your Arms ❯ A Desperate Kiss ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Chapter 3: A Desperate Kiss

Kenshin wandered down the maze of corridors heading to his office, holding another armful of books as he went. He walked slowly, head lowered, the buzz of morning students laughing and talking falling deaf on his ears as his mind was lost in dejected thoughts.

He couldn't stop him.

Saito, he…

Kenshin closed his eyes briefly to push back the thought of what Saito had done when he had found him waiting for him last night after dropping Sanosuke off home. He couldn't do anything, he couldn't stop him. He'd just have to learn to live with it and get on in life.

Unlocking his office door and walking inside, Kenshin dumped his books on his desk and went to open his window, letting some air in the stuffy office after being closed up for so many hours. Walking back round the other side of his desk with his back to the door, Kenshin picked up some of the books he'd placed there and flipped through them, seeing which ones he would need for today's lectures and assignments, ignoring the pain. His eyes wandered however up to the sword hanging above his window, the polished silver sheath glimmering softly. His eyes saddened…maybe if he had that at home……perhaps he could have used it again…

`''Knock knock'''

Kenshin glanced to his door then back to his books, “Come in.” he said, as the door opened. Kenshin noticed the faint giggling of girls outside his door as the person who had knocked walked in.

He turned around, and couldn't conceal the “Oro?!” that escape him.

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--- The previous night… ---

Kenshin walked into the oak walled elevator and turned, pressing the black and silver button that had the number 5 on it, the metal doors sliding shut. Leaning back against one of the side railings as the elevator made its way up to his apartment, Kenshin closed his eyes and sighed softly.

What was he doing? Kissing a student? One he'd barely known for only a few hours at that. But…Sanosuke Sagara…was he really just grateful to him for that night? Is that the only reason he had kissed him? Kenshin shook his head at his own thought, that was ridiculous. He'd never gone around kissing people just to thank them for things before. Kenshin smiled softly, a very small blush colouring the tops of his cheeks. He'd wanted to kiss him, saying it was a thank you was only to conceal the real reason. But was the real reason because he'd saved him from Saito that night anyway?

After Saito had suggested `that', Kenshin was up and ready to leave, but Saito had pulled him back again, gripping his arm tightly. It was then that Sanosuke had come running over. Kenshin had prayed that he'd leave them alone, even though he wanted nothing more than to get out of there, he didn't want an innocent stranger to be involved in this. But Sanosuke had been persistent, and Kenshin could tell in Saito's tone of voice that if he didn't stop this `polite' argument, then…Saito could…Kenshin had to stop it, so he looked up, putting the best smile on his face that he could, saying everything was fine.

He remembered how Sanosuke had stared at him, as he too stared back into those deep chocolate eyes. He saw such a determination there, and for a moment, Kenshin almost couldn't keep the blush back. This young man didn't even know him, but the look in his eyes; it was like he wanted to do anything to make sure he was okay.

He assured him that he was fine, but he had noticed his eyes move to his hand that was clasped to the seat. No matter how much Kenshin had tried to hide it, he still gave away that he needed to get out of there.

But just like Sanosuke, Saito was being just as stubborn as usual and not backing down. He'd been lucky the bouncers had come over…or he'd hate to think what would have happened to Sanosuke. When he had asked him what his name was, Kenshin felt no harm in telling him. After all, they were very unlikely to ever meet again, so it wouldn't be dangerous to him to know his name.

He had thought that really would have been the last time he'd see him, who would have known that a few days later he would be teaching that same young man in his class. He couldn't help himself, as soon as he had seen him, Kenshin's heart rate had shot up. At the time he had thought it was just the overwhelming thanks he wanted to give him for saving him that night…but now…

He had kissed him. Did he really feel something for him so quickly?

Kenshin sighed again, peering up at the electronic red letters of the number 5 appearing above the door. Well, whatever the feelings was, he'd have to squash it as soon as possible, he didn't want Sanosuke to ever find out about…

“Saito.”

As the elevator doors opened, Kenshin found himself staring at a man standing by his apartment door, cigarette in hand, waiting for him.

“You're late.” Saito said, taking a long drag of his cigarette and blowing it out through his nose, “Where have you been?”

Kenshin paused for a moment before walking through the open doors, shutting behind him as the rumble of the elevator returning to the ground floor slowly disappeared. “I just dropped a student off home, that is all.” He said, eyes cautious of the man standing before him.

Saito took another drag of his cigarette and turned to look at it, “Oh dear, it would seem I need to throw this away now, you wouldn't be so kind as to let me in your home so I can dispose of it would you?”

Kenshin's eyes narrowed.

It's not like he had a choice.

He walked towards him, not taking his eyes of the seemingly calm man as he passed him, taking his door keys from his pocket. A few moments later the door was open, Kenshin taking his shoes off by the door and letting Saito walk in, those narrow eyes not leaving his form.

Saito had been here many a time before and headed to the kitchen, stubbing the butt of his cigarette out in the bottom of the sink, before running the water to get rid of the rest of it.

“What are you doing here Saito?” Kenshin asked, standing in the second doorway between the kitchen and the Lounge.

Saito looked over at him and smiled, “What? No offer of tea? Even a little Sake?” came the sarcastic comment, as Kenshin scowled lightly and turned around, heading through his lounge.

“Perhaps if you would reduce the payment I would be able to afford to get you some Sake for your next visit.” He said, turning around and watching Saito through the kitchen doorway, waiting for him to come in and sit down as he always did.

Saito chuckled lightly, “That's a good comeback.” He said, walking through the doorway and kneeling down at the glass coffee table.

Kenshin watched him for a moment, wary of his every move, before kneeling down opposite him. There was something different about him in this visit. He seemed to be secretly smirking all the time. What is he thinking?

“Now then,” Saito began, resting his clasped hands on the table, “The reason I had come to you this time was after hearing at lunch today that you could not afford to pay me this month, you actually caught me in a good mood. I was feeling generous, so I had come by to tell you that I would be happy to wait until the end of this week for your payment.” He paused, and Kenshin frowned suspiciously. “That was until however…” Saito added darkly, “…that you did not show up back here on time.” Saito looked across at him, eyes almost smirking on their own.

Kenshin scowled back at him, “As I said before, I was merely taking a student back home.”

“Why?” came Saito's immediate question, “I do not recall ever telling you that you were allowed to be home late from work.”

Kenshin paused, trying to read where this was going, “I have done nothing for you threaten me with…please tell me what it is you have come here for?”

Saito closed his eyes a moment, taking a breath, and smiling disturbingly, “I was going to let you off until Friday for the payment, but now you've made me annoyed, so I think…another…form of payment is required.” He opened his eyes at the stressed word and looked directly into Kenshin's worried eyes.

“….what kind of payment did you have in mind?” Kenshin asked, not entirely sure he wanted to know the answer.

Saito closed his eyes again, before slowly standing up. Kenshin immediately got up, defensive to the man he had never trusted.

“If you recall that evening a few nights before…I believe I had suggested something to you that I was most happily to except as payment if you could not reach your quota for the month.”

Saito took a step aside of the coffee table, intent on walking towards Kenshin. Kenshin took a step back, eyes suddenly wide. What Saito had suggested that night, was something Kenshin would never, ever, do.

“And as I said then also, I will find another way to pay you, `that' is not something I am willing to do.”

Saito had continued to walk towards him, and Kenshin found himself backed up against a bookcase, looking up at the man towering above him.

Saito leant down, so his little cornered mouse could see the intention in his eyes, “I don't remember saying anything about you being willing…”

Kenshin only had time to widen his eyes in panic before Saito grabbed his chin forcefully, one arm wrapping itself tightly around his arms and waist trapping him, pulling him towards him and crushing his mouth down on his own, the split second of shock enough for Saito to evaded his mouth with his tongue.

Kenshin couldn't move. His arms were trapped and his chin was being held so tightly Saito was almost strangling him. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to use his smallness to his advantage by slipping down to get out of this death grip, but Saito saw his escape move and twisted one of his arms behind his back. Kenshin yelped as a sharp pain flew up his arm through his shoulder, but Saito through him back hard against the bookcase, several books falling from the top shelf. He leaned in close as Kenshin continued to struggle, but Saito just pulled his arm up further, causing Kenshin to grit his teeth to stop the would-have-been louder cry to escape him.

Saito chuckled, “Call this your punishment for disobeying me. You said you would come straight home after work, but you didn't. You humiliated me by making me wait another half an hour just to tell you I was going to do you a favour.”

“Eurhh,” Kenshin groaned quietly through his clenched teeth, “Ever heard of a phone?!” Kenshin snapped back, causing the sickening smirk on Saito's face to disappear and replaced by a fearsome one of fury.

Grabbing Kenshin's ponytail half way up, he yanked him away from the wall and through him through the nearby door that was Kenshin's bedroom. As Saito shut the door behind him, Kenshin, who had fallen on his bed, scrambled over to his bedside phone.

Anyone else Kenshin could fend himself off…but Saito…

“Hold it!”

Just as Kenshin picked up the receiver, Saito had flipped him over on his front, holding one arm above his head, his legs across his own immobilising his whole body. His hand with the phone in was being held by the wrist, stopping him from dialling.

Saito tutted to himself, “Now now Kenshin, you know what happens if you call the police.” Saito said softly, speaking into Kenshin's left ear as Kenshin tried to breath from the pillow his head was being pushed into, “If you go to the police, then before they get their hands on me, I'll burn down every place you've ever visited, kill every person you've ever spoken too.” Kenshin's arm that was trying to get the phone to his ear stopped struggling, “Every person you know will die…” Saito smirked, “…especially that student you dropped off this afternoon, let's see now, what was his name again?……Oh yes, Sanosuke Sagara wasn't it?”

Kenshin's eyes went wide. How did he…? Saito saw this reaction and smiled sickeningly. He squeezed Kenshin's wrist hard, making him flinch and drop the phone he was holding.

“I don't I like the idea of you being with that brat that insulted me that evening…” Saito said, pushing himself down on top of Kenshin's back. Kenshin took a sharp intake of breath at what he felt at the base of his spine, eyes wide, he found himself beginning to panic. Saito sneered in his ear, “...so I think I need to remind you of how big a favour I'm doing for you in the long run.” Kenshin closed his eyes. He knew exactly what Saito was going to say next, “If you don't do as I say…then I'll tell `them' where you are, you know that. I think the Boss might like to know where his little escapee got to after all these years don't you think?”

“You use that same bribery tactic every time you want something from me Saito.” Kenshin growled.

Saito smirked, “Of course I do…” he slowly licked the outer of Kenshin's left ear, making him squirm underneath him, “…because I know you can do nothing but comply.” He whispered.

Kenshin could feel his heart rate quicken…this was Saito, and as much as he hated to admit it…there was nothing he could do to stop this. What he said was right. If he didn't do as he said, not only would he tell `them' where he was…but he really would hurt so many people just out of spitefulness.

“…There must be another way I can pay you?” Kenshin said hopefully trying to keep the desperation out his voice, having stopped any struggle and lying still on the bed, Saito's weight above him.

“No.” Saito replied bluntly, “It's nice to have that extra amount of money from you every month…” Saito moved one hand to take the hair tie out of Kenshin's hair, pulling it slowly down letting the red waterfall cascade over his shoulders, “…but you've grown into a very beautiful young man over the years…so I'm sure it's nice to have some fun with you too.”

Kenshin's hand that was pinned above his head clutched onto the edges of his pillow. He couldn't do anything, he couldn't-do-anything!! He let his eyes fall shut, unable to do anything but pray this would be over with as soon as possible, burying his face into the pillow, his body tense with what he knew would come.

He felt Saito's weight shift above him as he moved down to straddle the backs of his thighs. A cold hand ran up underneath his overly large jumper, feeling the soft skin hiding beneath it. Moving his hand around underneath, Saito pushed the jumper up a little further to expose the delicate, pale skin of his back. Kenshin kept his eyes firmly closed, not moving. If there wasn't anything he could do to stop him, then he was damn well going to be as difficult as he could be by not co-operating by refusing to move or make any noise. Hopefully Saito might get bored if he didn't react and stop.

Saito's hand found their way a little lower to Kenshin's belt buckle, swift fingers undoing the clasp and threading it through, throwing it behind him to the floor. He leered down at his obedient little puppy, leaning down and wrapping one arm around his waist.

“Kneel up.” He said in his ear, but Kenshin didn't move.

Already knowing that he wouldn't comply, Saito used the arm around him to yank him upwards abruptly, catching him off guard as he fell back a little, half kneeling, half sitting in Saito's lap. Kenshin caught the other hand that had gone for his groin in the confusion and dug his fingernails in harshly, causing Saito to snap his arm back hissing through his teeth.

Grabbing Kenshin by his loose hair, he thrust him forward hard, his head smashing against one of the metal bars of the bed's headrest, and Kenshin fell forward back down to the bed, head spinning.

“You fool,” Saito growled, as Kenshin held his head with both hands, his world spinning behind his eyes. Saito once again grabbed Kenshin's hair and pulled hard to one side, making him turn over on to his back, “I'm having you and you cannot do anything to stop me.” He snarled, crawling on top of him and hooking his fingers under Kenshin's waistband, snapping his trousers and boxers down away from his small body in one quick swoop.

Kenshin tried to look up at the man who was touching him in places that made him want to flinch away and hide, but every time he opened his eyes, all that met him was a blurry image of the man assaulting him. He felt something thick and warm trickle down his forehead, and a shaky hand wiped it away, the obscured colour of red on his hands. He didn't realise how hard Saito had smashed his head against that bar, and a wave of nausea suddenly washed over him, his body trying to give in to the blackness that wanted to consume him.

He could feel his eyes rolling to the back of his head as suddenly another pain shot through his body, this time starting from much lower down, burning up his spine like a match being struck. He could feel his body moving back and forth, his head hitting one of the metal bars of his bed in the exact spot Saito had smashed him against, over and over and over again, making it feel as though pain was coming from every direction. A heat wave seemed to rush over him, his breaths coming in small desperate gasps, foreign hands violating his shaken form, and the blood dripping from his head injury seeping into the pillowcase.

“That's a good boy…” came a panting voice, and as one last explosion of pain coursed through his body, Kenshin passed out.

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It was the faint murmur of running water that he thought awoke him, and Kenshin slowly opened his eyes to the darkness of his room. He was facing on his front, head resting to one side on the pillowcase, dry blood causing strands of his ruffled hair to stick together. He lay there, un moving, staring at his bed side clock with dead eyes, the thought process of reading the time `10.14pm' slowly entering his tired mind. He lay there, still, his breathing quiet as he closed his eyes, willing the throbbing pain in his head to go away…and the even worse throbbing pain in between his legs to go first.

Saito had actually gone through with it…even though he'd passed out…he still…

That wave of nausea returned, but this time not because he'd been knocked out. Swallowing hard to keep it at bay, Kenshin slowly brought one hand up to his face and covered it; trying to push away what memories he did have of the last evening away from his mind.

The running water of the shower as he now he realised that had awoken him stopped, and Kenshin let his arm fall loosely over the side of the bed, uncaring, as he stared lifelessly back out to the wall, his eyes dull in the darkness.

Saito soon entered his vision after coming out from the bathroom, his black suit trousers from earlier back on, his shirt and jacket flung over his shoulder, hair dripping wet. He saw Kenshin's emotionless expression and smirked, placing a cigarette in his mouth and lighting it. Walking over to the other side of the bed, Saito sat down, Kenshin's back to him, and turned on the small bedside lamp, letting the faint amount of light fill that corner of the room. He sat there and put on his shirt, doing the buttons up half way.

He turned over to smile at the broken soul laid out before him, the covers barely coming up to his waist, as he lay there naked, bruises starting to form around his hips. His long red hair lay in a tangled mess across the pillows, his breathing slow and deadly quiet. Saito moved across and gently brushed away his hair from his face, which still lay against the pillow unmoving, staring at the wall ahead of him. He traced a finger over one line of his scar and down to his neck, and he lent down, tenderly licking a trail of dry blood that followed his jaw line.

Kenshin didn't even blink, didn't even flinch, he didn't care.

“You can never escape from me.” Saito whispered in his ear, “You're my little puppet on a string Kenshin…your very life belongs to me.” Saito breathed in the scent of Kenshin's blood before licking his lips, sitting up straight and getting up off the bed, pulling his jacket over his shoulders.

He walked over to the door that led back to the Lounge and then to the front door and stopped, turning back around to take another look at his handiwork. Saito took a drag of his cigarette, his eyes gleaming, “If you find you cannot pay me again…I am more than happy to except this as payment.”

With that he turned and left, leaving Kenshin alone, cold, and falling further and further into depression. When he heard the front door close, Kenshin barely noticed the tears that started to fall from his eyes, dripping off his nose and cheeks as he laid there, his heart as well as everything else aching, having to except the awful truth that was what Saito had said.

His little puppet on a string eh? Yeah…he knew…he knew the truth…Saito's puppet on a string. He'd never be able to escape from him, because no matter how much he'd want it….how much he'd desperately want it…there was no way he was ever going to cut those strings.

Kenshin slowly raised both hands to his face, to hide the ashamed tears that flowed, and curling up in a small, cowering ball, wished…of all things…

That Sano was here.

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---Present time…back in Kenshin's office…---

“Oro?!” Kenshin exclaimed, eyes wide at the large bouquet of red and white flowers that was suddenly in his face.

He peered up over them to see Sanosuke standing the other side of them, face blushing and threatening to punch the students who had followed him all the way to Kenshin's office and refusing to leave him alone as he did this.

“Sanosuke? What…?” Kenshin began, as Sano gave up on the students determined to watch and sighed, turning around to face Kenshin again.

Peering down at the smaller red head, looking at the wide violet eyes staring up at him, Sano closed his eyes as to not make the blush on his face even more apparent, “Well...you know, I was thinking about this last night and well…guys, don't normally go around kissing other guys as thanks, and so…I guessed that you maybe…might…like me...so, I thought, maybe we could…well, you know, we could be…so I……” Sano sighed and gave up on his explanation, ignoring the wolf whistles from the aggravating people outside trying to peer in, and just held out the flowers to Kenshin's hand, “…I got you some flowers?”

As Kenshin stared at Sano, the voices from outside the open door continued.

“Whooo hoo!!”

“The new guys gay!”

“I wanna see I wanna see!”

“Stop shoving!”

A low growl escaped Sanosuke's throat and with his left foot, hooked it around the edge of the open door and slammed it shut, knocking some poor girl back into the crowd causing a domino's of falling students to pile up outside.

At last they were alone, and Sano knew he must look so nervous. Blushing was something he'd never done until he'd met Kenshin. He wasn't used to it and didn't know how to act. “Err yeah…I, don't really know the kind of things you like yet…but you can't really go wrong with flowers.” He laughed nervously.

He peered down at him, and Kenshin was still staring at him, eyes still wide. He peered at the flowers that were being passed to him, and an overwhelming emotion seemed to pass through his eyes. Taking the flowers, Kenshin placed them to one side on his desk, and not saying a word, took a step towards him, leant up on his tip toes to gain some extra height, and kissed him, wrapping his arms around Sano's neck and not letting go.

Sano's eye's were wide again at the once again unexpected kiss, but also for another reason. This wasn't the same kind of kiss he'd given him yesterday, a sweet and tender kiss on the lips, this time, Kenshin almost seemed urgent, a desperate kiss. His tongue swept across the inside of Sano's mouth, pressing his body as close to his as he could get, one hand buried in the back of his hair, the other grasping onto his shirt. After the initial shock had faded, Sano wrapped his arms around Kenshin's waist and his eyes closed, kissing him back deeply, relishing in this feeling of having that once in a life time beauty he'd seen a few days before locked in his arms.

If he hadn't been so lost in his love for him, he would have noticed the small tear that escaped Kenshin's eye, falling down his cheek and landing quietly on Sano's shoulder, disappearing into the fabric, along with any lingering thoughts he had of Saito Hajime.

To Be Continued…

Lol I wrote the rape scene all at work during my lunch hour, and my work colleague Leigh asked me what I was writing cos I looked really intense, to which I simply replied, “A gay rape scene.” Omg she stared at me!! It was so funny!! She's the new girl, I think I'm scaring her that I'm her partner in customer service, hehe! I have no shame.