Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ The Crooked Path Series ❯ IV. Temptation ( Chapter 4 )
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.15.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 719 | Status: Completed
We've just about hit the halfway mark here, folks. And as always, C&C will be cherished.
Rating: NC-17 for sexual situations.
Generic Yasmin-fic warning: I am not a nice romantic. That goes double for this story.
He never took his lover in sunlight, always leaving the exhausted young man before dawn thought to colour the skies. It was always dark, the somber night which was his territory to master. Here, he was in control.
An errant waft of breeze made the lamp flame sputter weakly, sending shadows to dance madly against the fragile walls. The fire flared briefly, bringing the shadows into sharp focus -- a moving picture of sorts, highlighting two entwined, vaguely human shapes. The larger of the two was crouched over the other, a wolf about to tear into its kill.
It had been an easy hunt.
Saitou stared down at the wide-eyed young man underneath him, a faint smirk playing on his lips. Koga Shigeki, as he suspected, was an innocent. A criminal by the laws of the government, but innocent in matters men could only hope to rule. Quick to anger, honest to a fault -- he wore his heart on his sleeve.
Only a fool could have missed the surprised flicker of desire in Koga's eyes, the first time they met.
The amber-eyed man lowered his head for a kiss, only to cruelly wrench his lips away when Koga started to respond in fervour. His gaze took in the swollen lips, moving up to the finely-shaped nose...
Sanosuke's eyes stared back at him, pupils dilated in arousal.
"Please..." Koga whimpered, breaking the spell, clawing at his futon. Saitou had made it clear during their first encounter that he disliked the feel of the younger man's fingers gripping him, and Koga had complied without a word.
His former lover would never have stood for that, he thought. Sano would have flashed him one of those infuriating grins and proceeded to demonstrate just how pleasant fingers could be...
Saitou shook his heard sharply, feeling the familiar heat of rage seizing him. But he was in control here, as he had been the moment he stepped through the other man's door.
Koga gasped as Saitou sank his teeth into the juncture between neck and shoulder, marking the brown-eyed man as his possession. The smaller man writhed under him, and Saitou could taste the salt of sweat and the faint metallic tang of blood.
He belonged to the wolf, as Sano never had. Saitou's mouth moved down, tongue flickering out into the dip of his navel before engulfing his engorged cock.
"Oh god, take me!" Koga cried and pleaded, tossing his long black hair from side to side as he thrashed in Saitou's grip. A hard slap on the young man's thigh brought him back to reluctant, docile stillness. His body was trembling, faint mewling whimpers vibrating in his throat as he fought to remain immobile. "Please!"
Koga's right hand smacked against one of the thick books strewn about the floor, and Saitou could see an ink stain marring the pale skin of the student's wrist. For some reason, it annoyed him. He stopped pleasuring Koga, sitting back at his heels, much to the other man's distress.
The slender man was laid out on the futon, legs spread wide. His chest rose and fell rapidly, slick with sweat. The faint light of the faulty lamp allowed only for the illumination of his young body, hiding the rest of Koga's small room. A teacup glinted on a nearby table, while another lay in a dozen broken pieces on the floor among Koga's books.
Amber met brown, shadowed black by the dimness.
"On your knees," Saitou commanded roughly. Not the other way, looking into each other's eyes -- where dwelled the everpresent threat on his mastery.
Koga turned over obediently, knees folded under his body and forehead pressed to the futon. Saitou reached for the oil, pouring them on his fingers and down the crack of the younger man's rear.
He and Sano had never made love like this.
A muffled yelp reached his ears as he pushed his finger into the puckered opening. He could feel Koga forcing himself to relax, to allow for the insertion of another finger. Saitou rubbed the other man's back in approval, affording himself a small gesture of comfort.
The faint sound quickly became louder as he made scissoring motions with his fingers, nudging ever so lightly against the sweet spot. A feral light glittered in Saitou's eyes at Koga's obvious effort not to push back, merely accepting what pleasure his master saw fit to bestow.
"Very good," Saitou growled, smearing more oil on his cock. "I think you deserve a reward."
Koga wailed as he forced past the tight opening in one powerful thrust, voice dying into inarticulate moans as Saitou reached under the student's body to grasp the neglected arousal.
He pumped in time with his hard, rapid thrusts, bringing them ever closer to climax. Saitou felt strangely detached, as if he was moving in another man's body -- there was nothing here that demanded the parts of his soul he preferred to keep under lock and key.
He was in control. Here. Now. Always.
Saitou bit the back of Koga's neck as orgasm pulsed through him, feeling the slender form beneath him stiffen as Koga hovered on the edge of climax. He briefly toyed with the notion of removing his hand, continuing the delicious torture until the younger man was mindless with need.
Another time, perhaps.
Two quick strokes and Koga came, his hoarse cry swallowed by the futon. He collapsed, rolling to look up at the amber-eyed man, wracked with shivers as he breathed in the night air. "Will you stay for breakfast?" he finally asked, unsteadily.
"No," Saitou said curtly, irritated by that insistent question. He casually cleaned his hand with a towel, tossing it to the younger man when he was done. Koga ignored the cloth, pulling him down for a kiss.
The delicate mouth was hot and wet against his, warding off the chill. He never noticed the shadows flitting across the window, moving in deadly silence.
A low noise made him turn around towards the door, reaching for his nihontou. But he was too late, far too late. Saitou had forgotten why wolves come in packs: because the lone wolf rarely survived the dangers of the wilderness. And he had forgotten too, that he was but one wolf among many hungry packs.
The last thing Saitou saw was a black-clad man, his white teeth gleaming in the darkness as he grinned at his prey. Behind the policeman, Koga inhaled sharply.
Something hard hit the back of Saitou's head, and he surrendered to true darkness.