Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Shatter the Ice ❯ Talk Over Tea ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: FengShuiSensei 
Aoshi's still aprehensive, but will a shocking confession from Saitou be enough to lure him into the wolf's arms?
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.03.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 544 | Visits: 346 | Status: Completed
Aoshi's still aprehensive, but will a shocking confession from Saitou be enough to lure him into the wolf's arms?
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.03.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 544 | Visits: 346 | Status: Completed
Aoshi approached the front door to Saitou's home. He lifted a fist and knocked. No answer. He knocked again, slightly louder this time.
"One moment, please." called a muffled voice from inside the house.
Momentarily later, footsteps clacked towards the door. The door slid back, and Aoshi gasped. Saitou looked...benevolent. His jet-black hair was glossy; slicked back in rakish fashion. He donned a new, clean suit and his entire body smelled of an alluring colonge; probably an expensive one at that. Saitou was truly a sight to behold this evening, though the other man said nothing of the matter as he slipped his shoes off and stepped inside.
Saitou shut the door and glanced at the clock on the wall. "Hn," He smirked. "Right on time, Shinomori. I'm not surprised you decided to show up." He gestured to the table in the centre of the room. "Have a seat, please."
Aoshi seated himself carefully at one end of the table, Saitou at the other.
Saitou picked up the tea kettle and filled the little cups with the steaming drink. Aoshi eyed his drink suspiciously, as if it might be poison.
"No need to be wary of it," Saitou said flatly, noticing the expression on the okashira's face.
"Hmm." Aoshi didn't touch his cup.
"A bitter disposition will get you nowhere," Saitou said. He took a swig of his own drink.
Aoshi stared icily at Saitou, who shot him a crude look as well. This went on for several seconds.
"What are you thinking about?" Saitou asked, breaking the seemingly-endless silence.
"Does it really matter?" Aoshi retorted.
Saitou leered. "That's what I love about you, Shinomori. You've a very reclusive aura."
"You love me?"
"Anyone who couldn't love you is a fool, be it man or woman."
Aoshi was taken aback by Saitou's confession. The man acted as if it were a completely natural thing to be in love with him. Furthermore, Saitou was one of the last people Aoshi would have suspected of being infatuated with him.
Saitou rose from his side of the table and sat beside Aoshi. He wrapped his arms around his waist and administered a hot, open-mouthed kiss. Aoshi found himself leaning into the kiss, pushing his tongue against Saitou's tongue. Saitou's legs brushed against Aoshi's, a suggestive movement.
Aoshi parted his lips from Saitou's and looked at the other man's lap. He reddened when he saw the prominent bulge.
Saitou reddened a bit as well. He released Aoshi and stood. "Come to my room; we will be much more comfortable on the mattress."
He led Aoshi down the hallway and into his bedroom. Aoshi's heart and mind raced. He wasn't exactly sure how this little rendezvous had turned into a sex game, but he had no intention of turning away. In fact, this could turn out to be much more enjoyable than drinking tea...
"One moment, please." called a muffled voice from inside the house.
Momentarily later, footsteps clacked towards the door. The door slid back, and Aoshi gasped. Saitou looked...benevolent. His jet-black hair was glossy; slicked back in rakish fashion. He donned a new, clean suit and his entire body smelled of an alluring colonge; probably an expensive one at that. Saitou was truly a sight to behold this evening, though the other man said nothing of the matter as he slipped his shoes off and stepped inside.
Saitou shut the door and glanced at the clock on the wall. "Hn," He smirked. "Right on time, Shinomori. I'm not surprised you decided to show up." He gestured to the table in the centre of the room. "Have a seat, please."
Aoshi seated himself carefully at one end of the table, Saitou at the other.
Saitou picked up the tea kettle and filled the little cups with the steaming drink. Aoshi eyed his drink suspiciously, as if it might be poison.
"No need to be wary of it," Saitou said flatly, noticing the expression on the okashira's face.
"Hmm." Aoshi didn't touch his cup.
"A bitter disposition will get you nowhere," Saitou said. He took a swig of his own drink.
Aoshi stared icily at Saitou, who shot him a crude look as well. This went on for several seconds.
"What are you thinking about?" Saitou asked, breaking the seemingly-endless silence.
"Does it really matter?" Aoshi retorted.
Saitou leered. "That's what I love about you, Shinomori. You've a very reclusive aura."
"You love me?"
"Anyone who couldn't love you is a fool, be it man or woman."
Aoshi was taken aback by Saitou's confession. The man acted as if it were a completely natural thing to be in love with him. Furthermore, Saitou was one of the last people Aoshi would have suspected of being infatuated with him.
Saitou rose from his side of the table and sat beside Aoshi. He wrapped his arms around his waist and administered a hot, open-mouthed kiss. Aoshi found himself leaning into the kiss, pushing his tongue against Saitou's tongue. Saitou's legs brushed against Aoshi's, a suggestive movement.
Aoshi parted his lips from Saitou's and looked at the other man's lap. He reddened when he saw the prominent bulge.
Saitou reddened a bit as well. He released Aoshi and stood. "Come to my room; we will be much more comfortable on the mattress."
He led Aoshi down the hallway and into his bedroom. Aoshi's heart and mind raced. He wasn't exactly sure how this little rendezvous had turned into a sex game, but he had no intention of turning away. In fact, this could turn out to be much more enjoyable than drinking tea...