Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Scratching the Itch ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

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Sunlight filtered through the rice-paper windows of the Kamiya dojo, dust motes lazily playing tag in the afternoon sun. The whicker of cicadas could be heard sounding languidly in the distance, heralding in what promised to be a hot summer. The slight heaviness in the air brought a slightly muted tone to the day, offering peace and relaxation to any who wanted it.

 

Kaoru didn't want peace today.

 

The still air was disturbed in various spots around the dojo as a boken whipped past. Little beads of perspiration flew in every direction as the tail of her long hair flicked by with every turn, change in direction, or attacking movement. The ferocity of each stance and the force of each move was punctuated by a barely voiced phrase through clenched teeth.

 

Whish.

 

“. . .no baka.”

 

Whoosh.

 

“… no baka”

 

This continued for some time in the relative quiet of the compound. No interruptions, red-headed, adolescent, rooster-headed or otherwise, marred her catharsis.

 

Until a dark chuckle and golden eyes regarded her from the open doorway.

 

He had been watching her for some time, but she was too angry to sense his ki. He hid it well anyway - none but Battosai himself could see him if he wanted to remain unfound. It was his voiced amusement that had her whipping towards him, boken held defensively in front of her body. She was especially beautiful when angry.

 

It only lowered slightly when she saw the `intruder.'

 

“What the hell do YOU want,” she spat, eyes narrowing.

 

He unfurled his long form from the doorway and took a step inside, straightening the cuffs of his uniform jacket and pulling at his gloves. A couple unhurried strides brought him just outside of the range of her boken.

 

“It's been a long time, tanuki, I thought you would miss me.”

 

She snorted indelicately.

 

“As if I would miss you.”

 

He smirked at the force behind her words. She was certainly wound up today. Wouldn't take much . . .

 

“Ah, yes, you have Himura at your beck and call to take care of most of your needs,” he drawled, reaching into his jacket for a cigarette.

 

“Don't even think about lighting up in here,” she replied hotly. “I hate that stench.”

 

He played the white roll around his fingers, trying to decide whether to abide by her command.

 

“Look, Saito, I'm not in the mood today. Kenshin's not here, and won't be back for several hours. So just pack up your smug attitude—”

 

“Who says I'm here for Himura,” he said, leaning in towards her a bit.

 

Kaoru's breath caught a little as she stepped back. Damn, his height was intimidating.

 

“Sano isn't here either.”

 

It was Saito's turn to snort.

 

“Like I'd actually seek out that baka rooster. And don't insult me by insinuating I'm here for the twerp.”

 

“Then tell me what you want and leave!” He had no idea how much he got under her skin. Then again, perhaps he did. The urge to claw his eyes out was almost unbearable.

 

His piercing golden eyes leveled on her dark orbs. Slowly, he put the cigarette in his mouth and struck a match.

 

“Wouldn't you like to know.”

 

Kaoru snapped. Without thinking about whom she was dealing with, she swung her boken in a deadly arc towards his smug face.

 

She stopped sharply with the dull thud of wood on metal. Saito had pulled his sword, sheath and all, from his belt to block her blow with an unreal level of speed. She was used to seeing Kenshin fight, but she was never on the receiving end of this level of skill.

 

Those feral eyes, narrowed in challenge and slight amusement, locked with hers over their crossed weapons. His face split into a wide grin as he gently replaced his cigarette into his pocket while holding himself firm against her lunges.

 

“Bastard,” she yelled and pushed back, launching backwards to set up for a series of strikes. Saito had other ideas.

 

He followed up to her strike with a set of blows so fast, she was backing up rapidly while blocking to avoid being hit. She barely had time to register what was going on. He pressed her backwards with an almost careless air, smirking in satisfaction at the startled look on her face when her back hit the wall. A flick of his wrist disarmed her, and he rapidly pressed his tall form into her petite frame, pinning her hands above her with one hand and preventing any movement or escape.

 

Her chest heaved while she panted, glaring daggers up at the man who now held her at his mercy. His eyes traced up her exposed cleavage, over her moist red lips, around her flushed cheeks, and into her angry eyes.

 

“What do you want?” she hissed.

 

“You.”

 

His lips descended on hers, drinking her in through a heated kiss.

 

 

…………

 

Neither of them really knew how it had started. Their interactions were always strained, often beyond the point of civility. She hated his smug attitude and belittling diatribes. He hated her nosiness and pathetic pining after Himura. They both just rubbed each other the wrong way.

 

Circumstances also weren't particularly in their favor of late.

 

Saito was particularly frustrated at his frigid wife. Oh, she would `fulfill her duties' as she called it, but he preferred masturbation to pounding unmoving flesh. He couldn't get a moan out of her, let alone an embrace. He'd have occasional sex with her, just because his hand got tired once in a while, but the night previous he couldn't even finish with the indifferent look on her face. He had to leave the house to not give into the urge to strangle her. Instead, he made his subordinates life miserable, kicked a few stray dogs, and took out his frustrations on the criminals he was pursuing.

 

It didn't really help much. He needed someone to play with, or he was going to kill someone that he probably shouldn't.

 

Kaoru had finally progressed beyond depression in Kenshin's refusal of her affections. Now she was pissed. Not that he didn't love her, oh no, he did. But he was too `unclean' to taint her purity. He couldn't possibly attach himself to her, as that would cause her way too many problems in the long run. He'd be more than happy to do her laundry and cook and clean for the rest of eternity, but he couldn't do something so mutually pleasurable as get married and have sex.

 

At this point, Kaoru would be happy for just the sex. Years of taking classes with boys left no mystery for her as to what happened between men and women, and being a healthy, unattached nineteen year old, she was ready for some action herself. She'd even resorted to touching herself, biting the edge of her blanket to keep the moans from alerting the household. At an utterly vicious level, she didn't care of Kenshin heard her. Yahiko, however, was a different matter.

 

Touching herself did alleviate the tension briefly, but it didn't always help that much. There was still that need, that unbearable itch that longed to be scratched.

 

When they clashed that first day, all the unbearable tension sparked like electricity between them. Kaoru, alone in the compound, was just about to go out in a fury to the market to vent to Tae when she ran into Saito - literally.

 

For the barest moment, she was lost in a musky, male scent with a tinge of tobacco, felt a hard chest beneath her fingers, and felt warm hands on her shoulders. Then she lifted her eyes to see his smug face and the fury returned.

 

“Watch where you're going!” she said, pushing away from him.

 

He was feeling particularly cruel that day.

 

“Ah, Himura doesn't want you, so you're resorting to flinging yourself at married men?”

 

Her hand flashed out to slap him in anger, but her hand was caught in a solid grip mere centimeters from his face. Her anger boiled further as he wouldn't release her.

 

“Like you could satisfy me, you're probably as impotent as cold soba.”

 

His eyes narrowed dangerously. The predator in him was rising at the challenge in her fiery eyes. He pushed her inside the dojo gates, out of view of the main street and loomed over her, arms on either side blocking her escape.

 

“I doubt you know what satisfaction is, you're no better than a whiny child.”

 

Kaoru flushed bright red and sputtered.

 

“You bastard! I'm more woman than you'll ever get, especially because you're such a repelling asshole! I'm sure your wife can't even stand your touch.”

 

On retrospect, that may have been the wrong thing to say. Or the right thing.

 

Sparks exploded between them as Saito grabbed her head by the hair and crushed her mouth to his. He mercilessly plundered her mouth, ignoring the stiffness in her form. The wolf had been released, and wouldn't rest until he had his fill.

 

Kaoru was in shock and on fire all at the same time. The feelings that had been mounting slowly like an uneasy curl in her body now sprang to life with heady swiftness. Her insides turned to liquid fire and pooled between her legs, stoked by every forceful sweep of Saito's tongue.

 

As his free hand pulled her body to him, the hands that had been pushing on his chest tangled in the rough wool of his jacket. She couldn't hold back a moan when he crushed his hips to hers, pulling her almost off her toes to do so.

 

He pulled his lips from hers suddenly with that sound, smirking when her lips tried to follow his. He held her head firm with his grip in her hair. Burning golden eyes met her hazy dark ones.

 

“Where's Himura.”

 

Kaoru's mind had a hard time putting thoughts together.

 

“W-what?”

 

Saito pulled at her hair just beyond gently to get her to focus.

 

“Do you expect him soon?”

 

Kaoru shook her head. Saito smirked and leaned into her lips.

 

“Good. I don't feel like fighting him today.”

 

With that, he captured her lips again, and she moaned in approval. Her hands clutched at him, feeling the solid muscles of his back through the uniform. He couldn't get close enough to her, and snaked one hand inside her kimono to bring one smooth leg around his hips. They both moaned at the increase in friction between their clothed groins.

 

With whatever shred of decorum she had left, Kaoru managed to tear her lips away from his and breathlessly murmur.

 

“Not in the yard.”

 

Common sense inserted a momentary awareness into Saito as well.

 

“Where.”

 

“I don't care, pick someplace close.”

 

Saito put one large hand underneath her butt and lifted her effortlessly into his arms. She squeaked lightly at the treatment, but said nothing more as he kissed her into insensibility again. Wrapping her other leg around him, he pulled his lips from hers and strode to the closest door, enjoying how she pulled at the buttons of his jacket and shirt as he went.

 

He slid the shoji open and closed efficiently with one hand. Still holding Kaoru, he flipped the folded futon open with his foot. He moved his supporting hand, letting her kimono-clad body slide down his, never moving his eyes from hers.

 

He leaned in for another kiss and reached for the elaborate bow of her obi. Kaoru's fingers continued to work on his jacket and shirt, and he hissed at the feeling of her questing hands on his heated flesh. With a sharp tug her obi came loose and pooled in a long ribbon at her feet.

 

Kaoru finally was feeling warm skin beneath her hands, and it wasn't enough. She ran her palms and fingers over the planes of his chest, pressing in places as if to absorb the heat radiating off his body. Impatiently, she drew her hands up to his shoulders and started pushing the clothing off of him.

 

Saito would have chuckled at her eagerness were it not for the scorching fire he felt at her touches. She was leaving no spot unexplored, uncaressed. She must be pretty damned frustrated for her to want a screw this much.

 

He shook off his shirt and coat in one movement and bent her swiftly to the futon. Her touches were driving him crazy, he had to have her writhing under him. He pulled her kimono open, revealing her gloriously nude form underneath.

 

Saito ran his hands from her shoulders down to her legs, relishing in her exquisite responsiveness. He stroked back up to her firm breasts, loving her gasps and cries when he pinched her nipples between his long fingers. He bent to capture one rosy peak between his lips, biting firmly and laving it with his tongue.

 

Kaoru was in heaven as Saito lavished attention on her sensitive breasts. The unruly strands of his inky black hair teased her skin as he shifted between her peaks, causing electric sensations to shoot through her body.

 

She nearly shot off the futon when he inserted a warm finger into her scalding folds. Only his firm hand and mouth on her breasts kept her firmly pinned where he wanted her. She cried out in pleasure when his thumb circled her clitoris, and one long digit began pumping inside of her. One finger became two, then three, all stretching and filling her with unbelievable sensations. It never felt this good when she did it herself.

 

Saito growled as he took in her thrashing, moaning visage. He was hardening near the point of pain feeling her tight walls clamp on his fingers. He couldn't wait any longer.

 

Leaning over her, he moved the hand from her breast to hurriedly undo his belt. He kept stroking and pumping her with his other hand, addicted to the mewls and gasps that he dragged from her lips.

 

Once his clothing was pushed around his knees, he drew his fingers from her and caught her gaze. He sucked her juices from his fingers and grasped her hips between his hands. Leaning over, he captured her lips again in a feverish kiss and thrust into her completely.

 

Kaoru cried out into his mouth as she was penetrated for the first time. She was practically dripping for the contact, so the entry was smooth, but she was unused to something so large inside her. It fed the burning feeling that was still building inside, even with the strangeness.

 

Saito didn't wait long before setting a fast rhythm. His lips left hers as he pulled back to watch her arch and moan. His hands kept a firm grip on her hips, letting him thrust fully into her with each stroke. Her hands moved to his forearms, gripping hard as she rocked beneath him.

 

The coil that had been building in Kaoru broke suddenly in a flood of sensation. Light flashed behind her eyes as she arched into him, nails digging into his arms. The feeling of her unbelievably tight muscles gripping his shaft and the pain of her grip threw him over the edge after her.

 

It wasn't until they were getting dressed after several long panting minutes that Kaoru realized they were in Kenshin's room. Saito smirked at her shocked face. He'd figured that out when he first came into the room. It just made things a bit sweeter.

 

…………..

 

Saito pulled on his gloves in the dojo as he watched Kaoru attempt to fix her disheveled ponytail. A lovely red mark on her pale skin was appearing as her gi draped slightly off her shoulder. He thought about pointing it out, but thought he'd let her find it herself later. Or Himura.

 

Really, it was a miracle they hadn't gotten caught yet. Tokiko had no clue, but Himura was more observant. Not that Saito cared. He and Kaoru had a good thing going - all scratching, no entanglements. Just what they needed. The cold fish and stupid rurouni weren't going to change any time soon, so they may as well get some satisfaction.

 

“So how long will you be out of town this time?”

 

“Does it matter?”

 

She tossed him a look somewhere between sexy and sadistic.

 

“Only if you want an empty dojo to take me in.”

 

He chuckled as he walked out the door.

 

“You're a smart girl. You'll figure something out.”

 

He instinctively stepped to the side as a boken flew past his head.

 

Oh yes. The scratching and the itching - both felt pretty damn good.

 

Chapter 2- Week 36 challenge