Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ To Defeat a Hitokiri ❯ Chapter 1

AN: Yes, I really am the author that originally posted this at AdultFanfiction, Flight of Darkness. I swear.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in anyway. ……………

Struggling into dazed wakefulness, Himura Kenshin realized accepting that free cup of tea might not have been a good idea. Though, at the time, the warm, soothing liquid had been quite welcome. Sitting on a bench in downtown Tokyo, various groceries beside him and waiting for Kaoru in the chilly autumn air, hadn’t been very enjoyable. To have a pleasant-faced young woman walk up, offer him a hot drink—supposedly as promotion for a tea house her family was opening—seemed like a gift from above.

Now, an undetermined time after he had blacked out from the drugs in the tea, Kenshin was certain it had been a rather pricey mistake. This was made irrefutably true when he became aware of the fact that he was lying on his back atop a thick futon, still-clothed, but unable to move his hands or legs to any great extent. Lifting his head with some difficulty, as he was still a bit woozy from the sleeping draft, he caught sight of the braided linen ropes that were tied securely around each of his wrists, the ends of the black material tight around a dagger that was plunged deep into the tatami floor above each shoulder. Lifting his head up a bit higher, Kenshin saw that the same was around each of his widely spread ankles, the bonds done with enough skill to actually keep him bound, spread-eagled, to the floor. Though loose enough that he could raise his feet and hands a few inches, the slack wasn’t much to work with. Kenshin had a great deal of experience when it came to escaping confinement, but whoever had done this to him had just as much experience in keeping someone confined.

The former hitokiri’s mouth set itself into a hard line as his mind quickly processed this. Judging from his position, the person who had arranged this kidnapping had a certain plan for him, but Kenshin wasn’t about to let that happen. Even bound as he was, he was certain he could escape, given enough time. However, as he began twisting once more, his shadow dancing in the flickering lights from various candles, his time was cut short as the shoji directly behind him slid open with a soft whisper.

His movements stilling, Kenshin did not look over to see who it was, waiting instead for his captor to present himself. If he could perhaps intimidate this person enough—even in the state that he was—he might just free himself without incident.

The voice that spoke from somewhere above Kenshin dashed all of his feeble hopes.

"Hmm, Battousai…," the low, mocking tones of Saitoh Hajime’s voice reached a stunned rurouni’s ears. "I believe this is a new look for you."

"…Saitoh…," Kenshin growled, not at all amused. "Untie me."

"No," came the simple reply as Saitoh kneeled beside his head, the former Shinsengumi still clothed in his officer’s uniform. "I think I like you better this way."

Kenshin took a deep breath, pushing the sudden, unwanted anxiety away. He wasn’t worried that Saitoh would kill him; if he had wanted, the older man could have already done so. It was the other possible purpose that caused Kenshin to pale ever-so-slightly. "What is the meaning of this? What are you trying to accomplish?"

"I think that would be obvious," Saitoh answered as he stood once more, walking out of Kenshin’s line of vision. A moment later, what seemed to be a second door slid open; a closet, more than likely, judging from the sounds of an item being set on a floor, then the low hiss of a blade as it was lifted from a wood shelf.

Though it was against his will, Kenshin’s sucked in an uneasy breath, his heart rate increasing the barest amount. It was a vain hope to think Saitoh would not pick up this subtle signs.

"Scared, Battousai?"

"Do not call me that," Kenshin said in a low voice, taking rigid control of his body. Carefully, he began twisting his wrists and ankles, working the fabric to try and find a weakness. "End this foolishness now."

Saitoh was once more beside him, balanced on bent knees with another dagger in his hand. "I think not. In fact, your struggles make me want to go faster and that would ruin what I’m trying to accomplish."

"Accomplish?" Kenshin questioned, trying to stall whatever Saitoh was planning with talk.

Obviously aware of his strategy, Saitoh only grinned, and, leaning over, grabbed a handful of Kenshin’s magenta gi. Before the rurouni had a chance to protest, Saitoh dragged the dagger down in a swift, straight line beneath each of Kenshin’s arms, the sound of ripping material harsh and ragged in the silent air. Goosebumps broke out all along Kenshin’s now-bare skin, the air of the room none too warm; he tried to ignore the prickling on his chest that marked the slight hardening of his nipples. Keeping his body perfectly still, though his heart increased its pace once more, Kenshin did not move a muscle as Saitoh deftly relieved him of his now-ruined gi, pulling the remnants of the clothing out from under him and tossing the strips into a corner. Kenshin, refusing to give in to Saitoh, set a steely expression of indifference on his face, frantically trying to quell the slowly-increasing pounding of his heart.

However, Kenshin could not help his jerk of movement when a warm, callused hand rested on his neck, fingers working through crimson strands until the rurouni’s hair was free. That done, gleaming red, made all the more alluring in the candlelight, flowed free over the futon, crimson spreading out around his head as the older man ran his hands through it.

"Saitoh…," Kenshin said, fighting to keep his voice neutral. "Why are you doing this?"

A hand moved to his collar bone, two fingers running up and down along the line of pale skin. "Why? Because the score has never been settled to my satisfaction, Battousai. I had to take action."

Saitoh’s hand traveled down, running over Kenshin’s pectorals and hovered just above a nipple. Kenshin gulped surreptitiously and tried to continue. "But, to end your grudge in this way—"

With a smirk, Saitoh took the hardened tip on Kenshin’s chest between two fingers, rolling the skin back and forth and causing it to tighten all the more. Kenshin’s sentence abruptly cut off, his eyes widening before he skillfully hid his shock and rising anger behind a closed expression. However, a blush was evident on his face, the former hitokiri gulping again as Saitoh’s thumb rubbed back and forth over the increasingly sensitive nub, a wave of shivers beginning to tremble through his body.

Inwardly, Saitoh expected the Battousai to resist as long as humanly possible and probably longer than that, but…he was looking forward to it. Kenshin, on the other hand, was seriously worried, but he would not admit to the fear he knew he felt. Saitoh was acting totally different than normally, that smirk of a different grade than his usual one. And, unlike all the other times they had faced each other, Kenshin was at his mercy.

This was not a good situation. And, more than that, as Saitoh’s ministrations grew more forceful, his other hand coming to tend to Kenshin’s other nipple, the rurouni felt a heat begin to pool in the bottom of his stomach. He gulped again, his violet eyes widening as his anxiety began to show through.

Catching this, Saitoh’s smirk widened for a moment, and he suddenly leaned over, cocky grin hovering over Kenshin’s chest before taking one hardened nub into his mouth.

Caught off guard, Kenshin gave a gasp that was close to a yelp, instinctively trying to pull himself away from the warm cavern now working over his nipple. He didn’t get very far, however, the bonds keeping him basically in place, and there was nothing he could do besides squirm beneath Saitoh’s touch, the heat in his lower regions growing. The tip of a tongue teased the nub, back and forth, back and forth, and Kenshin bit his lip, a lump forming in his throat.

"Sa-Saitoh…," Kenshin stammered, trying to get the other man’s attention in a vain effort to stop him.

"Hmm?" Saitoh murmured, the vibrations of his voice dancing over Kenshin’s skin.

"This is not—" Kenshin started, jaw muscles clenching, but couldn’t get farther than that, as Saitoh had just moved to his other nipple, the previous one wet and glistening in the candlelight.

Staring, Kenshin tried to wriggle to the side and away from the tongue tip teasing his aureole, failing as Saitoh’s hand braced against his side, palm running up and down his ribs. As his teeth gently tugged at the tip of Kenshin’s nipple, Saitoh feathered his fingers over the pale skin, feeling the rurouni’s shivers as he did so. He bit down with a small amount of force, the tip of his tongue prodding the small nub of caught skin and Kenshin could not stop his shudder, his flesh shaking with the merest tremble.

Sitting up again, Saitoh looked down at the shocked rurouni and licked his lips, looking for all the world like a hungry wolf.

Kenshin knew his face was flushed, his breathing fast, and this apparently pleased the former Wolf of Mibu. Saitoh ran his thumbs over his nipples, spreading the lingering moisture, then trailed the callused tips of his fingers over his taunt stomach. Tracing the slanting lines of his hipbones, Saitoh reached the top of Kenshin’s hakama and started to slide his hands under it.

"Saitoh!!" Kenshin yelled, all semblance of calm forgotten. "Stop this at once!!!"

Raising a deepened amber gaze, Saitoh slowly lifted a brow. "Why?"

Somewhat put off by the outright question, Kenshin struggled to answer. "Because…because this isn’t right!"

Saitoh smirked again and Kenshin groaned inwardly at how weak his argument was. But how was he supposed to think straight, considering what the older man was doing? "And when have you known me to do what is ‘right’, at least by your standards?"

Knowing he was caught, Kenshin tried a different tactic, though he knew it was probably for naught. "Neither of us really wants to end our grudge in this way."

"Oh?" Saitoh asked in a slightly bemused voice, though his tarnished golden eyes gleamed in a dangerous way. "There is evidence to the contrary."

And the former Wolf of Mibu patted a certain area of Kenshin’s body through the fabric of his hakama, finding a hard, still-swelling mound there. Actually yelping this time, the rurouni tried to wriggle up and away from Saitoh’s broad palm, resting on his groin, slender legs vainly attempting to close. Saitoh simply smirked and pushed down hard, causing Kenshin to gasp and his eyes to water. When Saitoh did not let up, Kenshin tried to thrash his hips back and forth to free himself, though to no avail. The pressure was enough to pin him there and, because of it, the rurouni started to feel the pronounced pulse of his blood from the hot area, his heart seeming to pump in his groin rather than his chest.

Gritting his teeth, Kenshin attempted to speak. "Re-release me, Saitoh…"

"No," Saitoh replied simply and pushed down even harder, almost to the point where it hurt. "When I am through with you, you will beg me to keep doing this to you."

Kenshin would have liked to respond, but he was busy fighting off a pained groan, certain the former Shinsengumi was attempting to thwart any possibility for him to have children. Though he had no idea what Saitoh planned to get out of this, Kenshin was certain that his rival would not be stopping any time soon, at least not of his own volition. He had to try and stop him himself, but just how he was going to do that escaped the rurouni. Instead, he unconsciously squeezed his eyes shut, throat working to muffle any sound that might be forced out.

Because of that, he didn’t see it coming when Saitoh suddenly leaned forward and captured his mouth with his own, both his hands pushing down, then up with great force between his legs. Kenshin’s eyes shot wide, his mouth opening as he started to react, but his stammered gasp was cut off as Saitoh’s tongue thrust inside. For several seconds, Kenshin was too shocked to resist as the thick muscle swept over his own, lapping erotically against the top of his mouth and back against this throat. The other man’s warm, insistent lips moved against the rurouni’s tragically soft ones, the counterpoint of hard and giving flesh inadvertently pointing out Kenshin’s role in this interplay.

Finally, Kenshin threw his head to the side, freeing himself from Saitoh’s claiming touch. The former Wolf of Mibu let him go, though the look in his eyes said quite plainly that he could have kept the rurouni in his place very easily. Kenshin swallowed heavily, tasting Saitoh and a hint of the tobacco he was so fond of smoking. The foreign imports were obviously expensive and, rather than tasting foul, their flavor was exotic and complimented Saitoh. However, Kenshin hardly cared about that, or at least told himself he didn’t. Instead, he glared at the other man, though with some difficulty; two broad, callused palms were still pressed against his manhood and showed no sign of letting go.

"Enjoying yourself, Battousai?" Saitoh asked with a trace of sarcasm, since he was holding the evidence that at least said Kenshin’s body was reacting to his ministrations.

Though he wasn’t able to see it, Kenshin’s eyes flecked with gold for a single moment. "You are a bastard."

Saitoh only smirked, the expression growing more prominent as Kenshin realized what he had just said and the manner in which he had said it. His plan was beginning to work. "Indeed."

With that, he began to move his fingers, one set flexing, opening and closing, followed by the other, in a constant, forceful pattern. Once again, Kenshin’s eyes shot wide, each ministration traveling up his stomach and into his lungs, forcing him to gasp for breath. Before he knew it, with Saitoh’s fingers working his flesh with hard, expert squeezes, the rurouni was reduced to outright panting, no other sound betraying him, though his irregular wheezing was quite enough. Obviously aiming for this reaction, Saitoh continued for several moments more, smirking as Kenshin clenched and unclenched his teeth, unable to say anything as he trembled with the effort it was taking to lessen his reaction to what was being done to him.

Finally, Kenshin thought Saitoh was showing mercy, the hands suddenly gone from his groin. However, he quickly realized he should have known better, as he looked down against his will and stared at the small tent his erection made in his hakama. It appeared that Saitoh had wanted Kenshin to see what his body was doing and the former Shinsengumi smirked at the sudden choking sounds the rurouni was making.

"You were saying?" Came the mocking comment and Kenshin felt anger and indignation rising inside him, his eyes momentarily flickering gold once more. If anything, Saitoh’s smirk got wider. "Just the answer I was expecting."

"Saitoh…," Kenshin growled as those broad hands once more crept towards his lower regions. Narrowed violet eyes glared fiercely, daring him to even try it and promising some kind of terrible retribution if he did.

Naturally, Saitoh took up the challenge. This time, one of Saitoh’s hands slowly wrapped around Kenshin’s still hakama-covered penis and, once he was certain the smaller man was watching, began to pump, using the fabric as extra friction. The movement was forceful and insistent, giving Kenshin no chance to prepare as the sweat-dampened cloth, heated by Saitoh’s hand, ran up and down his flesh. Kenshin choked, then gasped, his head thrown back as his hips thrust up of their own accord.

In a way, this situation was partially his fault; having been without a partner for more…intimate activities for so long, Kenshin’s self-control in this regard was sorely lacking. So, he couldn’t stop the deep sounds in the back of his throat, his body letting itself go as feelings long unfelt rushed through him. Saitoh, having guessed this was so, patterned his pace, going almost too fast one moment, then painfully slow the next. His smirk remained constant as he drew out one long, deep stroke, palm curling around the tip of the rurouni’s shaft, pressing down with his thumb against the fabric on the one spot he knew would cause the greatest reaction.

Just as expected, Kenshin moaned against his will, biting his lower lip with his eyes shut tight, scarlet strands clinging to his face and his sweat-dampened skin glistening in the candlelight. It was quite a sight, really, and Saitoh’s own desire grew at the possibility for more. But first…

Kenshin’s pent-up breath rushed out as Saitoh’s hand suddenly disappeared, causing his mind to sigh in relief while his body immediately protested, mainly in the form of a short, unwanted whimper that escaped from his throat. Instantly ashamed, Kenshin blushed and refused to open his eyes, now thoroughly sure he was not going to escape what was coming.

"You don’t have to grimace so, Battousai. It’s not like I’m going to kill you."

His anger overpowering his guilty hesitation, Kenshin’s eyes snapped open, glaring up at Saitoh with orbs of blazing gold before they abruptly shifted back to violet, Kenshin having realized that Saitoh was now without his uniform jacket. Indeed, he was naked from the waist up, even his gloves discarded. For a moment, Kenshin had to stare, though he had seen the hard, toned muscles of Saitoh’s chest before, in battles years ago where barely-dodged attacks had left slashes in his clothing. However, it seemed as though the former Shinsengumi hadn’t allowed any of his battle-ready muscle tone to fade, though his chest was marred here and there with scars, slightly more distinct than Kenshin’s own pale marks. Not that any of that mattered at this point; seeing it all, the severity of the situation hit Kenshin anew, soliciting a gulp from his throat and a responsive twitch from his erection.

Curse his rebellious body, curse it!

Watching him, Saitoh smirked. "Like what you see, Battousai?"

Kenshin scowled, refusing to answer, and tried to prepare himself for whatever Saitoh intended to do next. The rurouni was certain those callused hands would descend to torture him once again, but Saitoh was not going to settle for something so simple. After ten years of waiting and several weeks worth of planning, the Wolf of Mibu knew exactly what to do to draw out the submission of both the wanderer and the Battousai, in the most satisfying way possible.

It was fortunate that he had Tokio’s full approval on this, his wife so tired of Saitoh’s obsession that she had opted to aid him, knowing that ending his grudge would get her husband back home and in her bed. Thusly, he had his wife’s entire sexual creativity—which he was very proud of—to back him.

The Battousai, having obviously been without a decent lay in a decade, did not stand a chance.

Much to Kenshin’s surprise, the expression on Saitoh’s face shifted to one almost lurid and, keeping their gazes firmly locked, Saitoh began running a hand slowly down his own chest, following the indent between his pectorals down his abs and stomach. Unable to help himself, Kenshin’s eyes shifted to follow Saitoh’s movements, his tongue darting out to wet his dry lips as Saitoh’s fingers reached the waistband of his pants. His thumbs slowly slid under the blue fabric, traveling gradually inward and down so that more of Saitoh’s stomach became visible. As Saitoh carefully undid the clasp on his belt and let the leather slide to the floor, Kenshin gulped again, not liking the flutters of…Kami-sama, was that anticipation?

Saitoh, meanwhile, could see everything that flickered through Kenshin’s mind, mentally quirking a brow: now, was it the removal of his clothes or the tracing of his skin that got the greatest rise out of the Battousai? Deciding to experiment, the older man ran both sets of fingers along his hip bones—up, then down—each downward stroke pushing his pants farther southward.

Kenshin’s eyes widened as more of Saitoh’s body became visible, his throat clenching with each stroke of the officer’s hands and his arms straining against his bonds each time his clothing was further removed. By the look of things, Saitoh wore nothing else beneath those pants, the Western style allowing Kenshin to easily see the large bulge that promised many things.

Do not let him take those off…do not let him take those off…

It seemed as though Saitoh had heard Kenshin’s silent prayer, but the result was possibly worse than what had been momentarily postponed. Moving slowly, almost sensuously—the grace and skill of his swordsmanship applied in a completely different manner—Saitoh stood over Kenshin, legs on either side of him, and, smirking all the while, slowly straddled the rurouni. Before he knew what was happening, Kenshin felt the bulge of Saitoh’s pants press against his erection, the older man sliding himself down onto him.

Sputtering, Kenshin started to squirm, arms and legs straining against his bonds while Saitoh’s lower half ground against his own, the former Shinsengumi propping his upper half up by his braced palms. Panting once more, Kenshin glared up in fury and affront at Saitoh, violet eyes bordered by gold.

"You…you…"

"What was that?" Saitoh asked, voice dripping sarcasm, and pushed down with his hips, grinding them together. "I didn’t hear you, Battousai."

"Gahah…G-get off-f…AH!" Kenshin attempted to protest, but Saitoh had shifted suddenly, their chests meeting as both his hands slid under Kenshin, taking firm hold of his rear and lifting the smaller man up to meet his ardent hips. "Saitoh!"

"What?" the older man asked, all innocence, his fingers sliding down between the cheeks of the rurouni’s rear, pressing in even through the hakama. "Want something?"

"NO!" Kenshin bellowed, head thrown back as he felt a pronounced trembling through his stomach. His muscles were beginning to ache from the strain of trying to free himself; what were those straps made of, silk?! Now damp with his sweat, it was very unlikely that the fabric would tear. "Damn you, Saitoh!"

Saitoh was unperturbed, rather enjoying the spectacle of Kenshin writhing under him, trying to escape and being unable to do so. However, this was only part of his goal; the rurouni would lose himself still bound, while the hitokiri…well, that was coming soon, anyway. Completely aware of this, Saitoh increased the strength of his movements, pulling the smaller man up against him, even their chests meeting in delicious friction. Kenshin gasped and Saitoh, seeing his opening, captured the red-haired man’s mouth once more, ravishing him with determined fervor.

Kenshin, submitted to ardent assaults from three different fronts, was very rapidly reaching the edge of his control. It wasn’t that he wanted this, not at all! Or most of him didn’t, at least; why had he been foolish enough to remain celibate all these years?! That unwise course was certainly having unwanted repercussions now, though Kenshin mentally demanded to know where it was that Saitoh had learned to do all of this.

Curse that man and his grudge, curse it!

Saitoh’s tongue slid over his own, the rurouni certain he would never be able to forget the taste of the older man, and, much to his dismay, he moaned again, long and deeply, his eyes clenched tight. Losing the once-firm hold he’d had on his muscles, Kenshin found himself opening his mouth wider to allow the other man deeper access. Saitoh, in response, suddenly pulled away, soliciting another whimper from Kenshin, followed by a deepened blush and a gaze that continued to burn with a trace of amber fire, even as he panted and gasped from the friction between their hips. Said friction abruptly stopped and Kenshin’s eyes bulged, from both relief and a passion he refused to admit to. Determined to prove just how much of that ardor he did not feel, the rurouni scowled, fighting to control his breathing and the deep-seated urge to arch up into the older man.

Quirking an eyebrow, Saitoh gave a miniscule shrug, the picture of indifference towards Kenshin’s efforts, and rested his palms on the smaller man's chest, now supporting himself on his knees. The returned feel of the warm, rough hands over his nipples sent another shiver through Kenshin, the rurouni disjointedly wondering why it was that he was so sensitive there; surely not all men reacted this way! However, Kenshin was not given much longer to ponder this, as the tips of Saitoh’s fingers were suddenly running in featherlight caresses under each of his arms.

Instantly, goosebumps rose all over Kenshin’s body, his breath shuddering into his lungs as the purely erotic sensation tumbled through him. This was almost worst than what Saitoh had been doing to his chest! In subtle, almost non-existent patterns, compresses were traced from the outside arch of Kenshin’s armpits to the crook of his elbows, light and disturbingly gentle; each one amplified his shivers, until it seemed as though Kenshin’s whole world was quaking. The sensation worsened as one fingertip ran in the softest touch so far in a circular route on the inside of his wrist. Liquid heat traveling out from that spot, Kenshin’s clenched fists relaxed all at once, the rurouni falling back onto the futon, languid bliss he didn’t know he was capable of feeling stealing all the strength from his limbs.

Aware that the red-haired swordsman was putty in his hands, Saitoh leaned over, dipping the tip of his tongue into the bend of Kenshin’s right elbow. Just a faint brush of warm moisture, meant to excite rather than satisfy. From what Tokio had told him, this would have the greatest affect on the rurouni and, indeed, Kenshin’s violet eyes glazed over, biting his lower lip as his hips jerked. It was fascinating, really, how so small a touch could cause such a pronounced reaction, but Saitoh hadn’t doubted for a minute the wise advice of his beloved wife.

After all, how often had he been the one on the receiving end of her devices?

His body thoroughly at Saitoh’s whim, Kenshin pondered a moment just how much longer he would be able to mentally hold out. Just what more could the older man do besides couple with him? The caresses, the teasing, the fervent, passionate quasi-intercourse and the sudden, painfully drawn-out erotic torture were already more than he would have expected from the former Shinsengumi. Just what else was hidden behind that superior amber gaze?

Oh, if only he knew.

"Ready, Battousai?" Saitoh murmured to him, smirk once more reemerging as he gazed down at the sweat-soaked, trembling creature beneath him, crimson hair spread like a halo around him.

Kenshin would have liked to answer—well, more like curse the man to the deepest pit of hell, where he could enjoy a bowl of soba with Shishio—but he found he was rather embarrassingly breathless, rendered so by Saitoh’s expert caresses. Cocking a brow, Saitoh nearly chuckled, finding this all very amusing as well as gratifying; everything was going so well! At this rate, he would have his victory in no time. Which really was no fun at all, but could he help how responsive the former hitokiri was?

In the meantime, Kenshin had managed to regain some control of his throat and attempted to speak coherently while looking away from Saitoh. Which was difficult, as his eyes would always stray to either his or the other man’s blatant signs of arousal. "…just it get it over with, Saitoh. I won’t have anymore of this foolishness."

Saitoh really did laugh this time, one low chuckle escaping him, and his hands went to the waistband of his pants again. "Fine, Battousai. Let’s finish this round of ‘foolishness’."

Surprise and understandable worry shooting through him, Kenshin stared up at Saitoh’s face, his expression anxious, but was distracted by what the older man’s hands were doing. Or rather, undoing…undoing the buttons on the front of his trousers, one by one. First the top—how could Saitoh’s faint tan extend that far down his stomach?—then the second—that small trail of dark hair was getting thicker—then the third…

So that was why Saitoh was married.

Kenshin knew his eyes were bulging out of his sockets, though they were a poor contrast to that proud shaft of muscle that stood erect as Saitoh slowly slid out of the dark blue cloth. Remembering what some of the other, more experienced men of Choshu had whispered about when they thought he couldn’t hear, Kenshin gulped around the sudden huge lump in his throat. A large bead of sweat, which had nothing to do with his arousal, slid down his cheek.

Surely Saitoh wasn’t going to…to…

He wouldn’t fit!!

Instantly, Kenshin was quaking in his sandals (which he still had on, for whatever reason). The motions grew in intensity as Saitoh stepped closer, once more standing with a leg on either side of him. Thusly positioned, Kenshin got a nice ground perspective that made his stomach clench painfully and…for the love of Kami! His own erection was beginning to ache from the lack of attention.

Certain this was it, Kenshin shut his eyes tight, cowardly as it was, as Saitoh started to straddle him again, muscles tensing in preparation. However, he did not feel the expected hands tugging at his hakama. Instead, the large, sword-roughened palms took hold of either side of his face, lifting his head up. Baffled as to what was going on, Kenshin opened his eyes, attempting to discern the reason for Saitoh’s strange behavior.

That was when, of course, that the former Wolf of Mibu struck. Quite literally, in fact.

"Sai—AHH!!" Kenshin exclaimed in shock as the other man’s erection thrust hard against his own, which was still covered by the thoroughly damp cloth of his hakama.

Saitoh began a pronounced rhythm, the force of his movements so great that Kenshin was actually being pushed up against his bonds. As it was, the rurouni’s arms and legs were attempting to thrash, failing miserably as those silk ropes weren’t going to give an inch. More than likely, Kenshin would have also thrown his head back, or to the side, but Saitoh had a firm grip on him, watching with that satisfied smirk all the different degrees of surprise, horror, mortification, and…yup, that was lust, or something close to it, at least.

Saitoh drew out the pace, pulling back and pausing for a moment to increase the anticipation, then thrust into the wet cloth that covered the other man’s groin. In response, Kenshin’s jaw convulsively clenched, his breath halting, then rushing out in small gasps as Saitoh continued to push without pulling back. The red-haired man’s face was flushed red, small keening sounds escaping him as he looked back at Saitoh with dazed, half-closed violet eyes.

And then Kenshin’s hips arched up into his, furthering driving Saitoh against him.

"Well, Battousai," the former Shinsengumi commented in a low, knowing voice to the passion-lined face he held. "Any more protests?"

Naturally, Kenshin didn’t answer. The rurouni was pretty much past rational thought now, the sane, celibate part of him having left for lunch. All that was left was…well, him mainly. Kenshin still knew what was going on, still couldn’t believe it, but…he was already half-way in the river, so why not jump in? And it wasn’t like he was going to die or anything…except maybe of embarrassment, once morning came.

All thoughts of the future fled, however, as Saitoh started moving once more, no longer pausing or slowing at all. In hard, full thrusts he pounded against Kenshin, and his hands released his face, only to be replaced by his mouth. Saitoh was kissing him again, long and full, tongue running over Kenshin’s lips and all through his mouth, devouring him. Those hands roamed elsewhere, sliding under Kenshin’s hakama to grasp his rear, kneading the flesh and aiding the rurouni in pacing his fervent arches properly.

The sensations spiraling out of control, Kenshin felt as though he needed to hold onto something and he tried to move his hands, only to remember that he was still bound. Irked and near frantic, all he could do was try to time the rise of his hips to Saitoh’s thrusts, needing so badly to feel every bit of that long, hard muscle as it ground against him. A great heat was gathering in his lower regions, his trembling returning with a vengeance as the muscles in his stomach tightened and coiled.

"Sa-Saitoh…!!" Kenshin attempted to gasp out, failing as each thrust drew another moan from him, his head twisting back and forth on the pillow. "…nnhh…aaahh…Saaah…Ssaitohh…"

"What?" Saitoh asked, his voice deeper and huskier than Kenshin had ever heard it, but otherwise unruffled.

Curse the man and his control, curse it!!!

Kenshin opened his mouth to try and finish his sentence, or something, but the coiled feeling in his groin at last tore loose, his climax rushing over him in a hot wave. His release sending him up and tumbling over, Kenshin’s whole body shuddered out its pleasure in one great sweep, amplified by the last thrust of the other man’s body and the physical evidence of his orgasm rushing out onto him. "SAITOH!!!"

And then, like that, Kenshin passed out.

Taking a few moments to get his own breathing under control, Saitoh eventually stood, gazing down at the unconscious rurouni. The red-haired man was soaked with sweat, his hakama none too clean, what with being drenched by both their semen. Even comatose, Kenshin was shaking with aftershocks from his climax, arms and legs trembling. His mouth was slightly open, his surprisingly soft lips swollen and his cheeks deeply flushed. Glistening red strands clung to his head and neck, tangled and wild, and spread in all directions.

"And that was only the first half, Battousai," Saitoh commented with his customary smirk and set about getting Kenshin ready for the next stage of his ‘plan’. ……………

I can’t believe I did that.

That was the thought running through Kenshin’s mind as he regained consciousness, his violet eyes fluttering open as he groggily took note of his surroundings. Yup, still in the same room, with the same low lanterns flickering in the corners, and the same black silk tied around his wrists and ankles. However, his situation had changed somewhat; first off, he was on his stomach and second, what appeared to be some kind of cushion had been placed under him. This had the unwanted effect of lifting his lower half slightly into the air and, while analyzing this fact, Kenshin also came to the conclusion that he was now completely naked.

All in all, his position was now more…kinky, to coin a Western phrase.

"Oroooo…" Kenshin moaned under his breath, dropping his head onto the pillow and wondering just what was going to happen now. Well, he could certainly guess, considering how he had been arranged, but, after that first session, the rurouni was decidedly leery of what other things Saitoh intended to do.

Quite suddenly, he realized he could hear someone breathing.

Head snapping up, Kenshin scanned the room and spotted…a dog. It was a large beast, bigger than most dogs he had seen, all white with upraised ears and a slightly bushy tail. Staring at it a moment, Kenshin realized he had seen such an animal before; it had to be a Kishu, one of the rarer Japanese breeds. It was rather wolf-like, slender and lean, but overall of a larger size than an actual wolf and friendlier as well. As a matter of fact, Kishu’s were known for their loyalty and amicability, and were mostly kept for children and guard duty.

It gave Kenshin some measure of relief, knowing the dog wasn’t inclined to be viscous, but what was it doing in here? Was it Saitoh’s? It certainly seemed to be the kind of pet the former Wolf of Mibu would keep, but what was it doing in here?

Do I even want to know?

As he thought this over, the Kishu turned its sky blue eyes his way and, smiling a doggy smile, the animal padded over, sniffing at Kenshin’s face and hair. Then a warm, wet tongue was lapping against his cross-shaped scar, the dog apparently having decided Kenshin was a friend, if his rapidly wagging tail was any indication.

Deciding the animal must have just wandered in somehow, Kenshin smiled. "Well, it is certainly nice to see a friendly face, de gozaru."

The dog woofed in response, nudging Kenshin’s face with a warm nose, as if inviting him to play. Kenshin merely shook his head, a little disappointed; if he could play with the dog, that would mean he would also be able to escape. But, alas, this wasn’t so.

As if discerning this, the Kishu stood straight again and walked out of Kenshin’s line of vision, presumably back towards whichever entrance he had used to get inside in the first place. Sighing, Kenshin lay his head on the pillow once more, resigning himself to waiting until Saitoh came back and did whatever it was that he was planning to do.

So, Kenshin was not prepared for what happened next, a shocked yelp escaping him as a warm, wet tongue lapped against his left cheek. The one without the scar. And it continued to do so, moving onto to his right cheek, the laps quick and excited. Kenshin, alarmed, was squirming mightily, shouting at the dog in a low voice, trying to shoo him away. However, the Kishu was unaffected, continuing his business by moving onto the center of his rear, following the indent between his cheeks until, finally, licking his manhood from behind.

Suddenly realizing what was going on, Kenshin’s whole body stiffened. He took a total of three seconds to ponder the situation. Then, not caring how undignified it was, he started to scream. Well, squeal was more the word, but he would not admit that.

"SAITOH!!! Get back in here and call off your beast NOW!!!!"

The Kishu seemed to take Kenshin’s high-pitched sounds of terror as encouragement and increased his efforts, tongue sliding down inbetween Kenshin’s cheeks. Kenshin, in response, tried to buck him off, which only succeeded in causing more of his skin to slide under that thick muscle. The rurouni let out a very unmanly screech, twisting in his bonds with the desperation of a man about to face the most horrendous and cruel of executions.

"SAITOH!!!"

"You don’t have to scream, Battousai."

A pathetic amount of relief rushing through him, Kenshin twisted his head towards the sound of Saitoh’s voice, noting that he was in the process of sliding the shoji shut, while seeming to miss the fact that the police officer was just as naked as he was. Immediately, Kenshin began to speak, not giving Saitoh any time to say more.

"Saitoh, get him off me now and I’ll do anything you want, anything! Just call off your dog before…before this goes any further!!"

"Anything, Battousai?"

The Kishu was just finishing up with his self-appointed task of coating Kenshin’s testicles with warm saliva. "For the love of Kami, YES, DE GOZARU YO!!"

"Very well," Saitoh was smirking, but something about it caused a knot of dread to form in the pit of Kenshin’s stomach. "Go back outside, Kumiko."

What? Kumiko? But wasn’t that…?

The Kishu immediately obeyed, walking back into Kenshin’s line of vision and out the shoji that Saitoh reopened. Positioned as he was, the rurouni could easily see beneath the white-furred tail.

Kumiko was a girl’s name. And that dog…was female.

Eyes practically popping out of their sockets, Kenshin attempted to speak, sputtering. "It…she…that…you…but…"

Saitoh was still smirking, one eyebrow raised and his tarnished, golden eyes dancing with all the victorious laughter he was managing to hold in. As it was, the former Shinsengumi only chuckled a little. "Remember, Battousai…anything."

He…

…he&helli p;

…HE DID THAT ON PURPOSE!!!

The last of Kenshin’s feeble control snapped. For several seconds his mind struggled against the wave of intense rage, but he stood no chance and, in a way, he didn’t really want to stop it. Letting it overwhelm him, he clenched his eyes shut, every muscle tensing as anger shot through his entire body. It was an effort not to thrash with all the righteous strength of his fury, but he managed it, settling for a low growl that was hardly human.

Teeth clenched and lips set into a hard line, Kenshin glared hatred up at Saitoh, his amber eyes burning.

Aah, perfect… "Something wrong, Battousai?" Saitoh said, knowing that the name was now fully accurate.

Kenshin didn’t answer, choosing instead to ponder all the ways he would kill the man once he was loose. Vow? What vow? As far as he was concerned, this would be that freebie his Shishou had given him that one time; Hiko hadn’t died, but wasn’t someone supposed to? So, logic dictated that at some point, since he had learned the succession technique, someone would end up in a not-breathing state.

If that person just happened to be Saitoh…well, Kenshin would be thrilled. More than thrilled, even; perhaps he could mount the older man’s head on his wall to cherish the memory. Or let that accursed dog of his chew on his battered remains. Or maybe he could coat his sword with the fat of his body and use it to set fire to his house…no, wait, that had already been used. And the Hitokiri Battousai was, if anything, original.

Well, whatever he chose, Kenshin knew he was going to make that man pay.

While thoughts of a flipped sakabatou and, perhaps, a large bludgeon, danced through Kenshin’s mind, Saitoh had to admit that he was rather delighted. Now, it wasn’t something he often did, owning up to a sentiment so undignified, but the situation seemed to warrant it. Inwardly, he gave thanks to his wife, nature, and a canine’s heat cycle. Oh, and he had to be grateful for the Battousai’s continued presence; while that final attack of his seemed to seal the manslayer away during battle, who said anything about during sex? Since the hitokiri was really the same person as the rurouni, it stood to reason that the mindset was still present.

Even though Saitoh would have preferred to claim his victory in battle, this was turning out to be a rather satisfying alternative.

Kenshin, as absorbed as he was in his gleeful musings over bloody vengeance, was not aware as Saitoh came to stand behind him, gazing down at the exposed hitokiri with more satisfaction than should be allowed a person. The red-haired manslayer had not seen the various items placed next to him, which was just as well; surprises seemed to have more of an affect. As it was, Saitoh took a moment to watch Kenshin’s expression shift and twitch, having a rather decent view as the small man was staring at the eastern wall with angry golden eyes that might just burn a hole through the layers of rice paper.

So the Battousai wasn’t paying attention to him? Well, he would just have to change that, wouldn’t he?

When fingers brushed his thick fall of red hair to the side, Kenshin stiffened and twisted his head around, shooting an angry amber glance at Saitoh. Of one thing Kenshin was certain: this time, he would not let the older man break him. His control returned with renewed strength and his determination to never submit to the man gave him a boost that he knew would allow him to remain impassive to whatever device the Shinsengumi used.

Yes, he was sure of it…

Saitoh kneeled behind the Battousai, and lifted a small, warm pot from the floor. Removing the lid, he spared the glistening, honey-colored oil a single glance before dipping two fingers of each hand inside. This oil was multi-purpose, but he was saving the obvious usage for a little later. Right now, there were other things to be done and, leaning forward, Saitoh ran his oil-covered hands over the skin of each of Kenshin’s thighs. He started from right above his knees, clasping the hard, slender muscles—fingers on the outside, thumbs on the inside—and sliding upwards.

Hitokiri Battousai was thoroughly shocked when he unwillingly gasped at the sensation. Just like it had been with his chest and arms before, now it was with his legs, the slick rub of Saitoh’s hands and the warm coating left in their wake sending a thrill up his spine, a shiver traveling down into his stomach. It was as if he was especially sensitive in all those areas, his body jumping at each touch as if it were trained to do so.

Curse the man and his infernal knowledge, curse it!

Saitoh continued his erotic massage, now squeezing slightly each time he reached the apex of the hitokiri’s thighs. In response, Kenshin set his jaw, refusing to make a sound each time the sensation rippled through him. And he succeeded in that respect, not the slightest noise emerging from his lips, but, alas, a certain organ responded quite briskly, beginning to harden once more. This time, however, the friction began immediately, as his erection was already pressing into the cushion beneath him; a cushion which, it seemed, had been stuffed with something that retained heat.

Where in Kami’s name did he acquire these things?! Kenshin demanded silently, possibly more angry now than ever. It was nefarious enough to trick him like that, but making his body react against his will was the worst of all. The man was compounding his offense by the minute and when Kenshin finally got free he was going to slice the man into so many pieces the authorities would never find them all…well, if he got free, that is. Right now, he was more concerned with how Saitoh’s rubs had transformed into light, tingling caresses of his fingertips on the slickened skin of his inner thighs.

They traced up, ghostly and indistinct, rising until Kenshin felt Saitoh’s knuckles brush against his genitals ever-so-slightly, then back down again. Light as the touches were, each one ignited fire in his skin, his muscles quivering while he dug his forehead into the pillow. Kenshin was gulping convulsively by now, but he refused to make a sound, knowing he was not going to let the Wolf of Mibu win, not by a long shot.

Catching sight of the red-haired manslayer’s neck muscles tightening in determination, Saitoh upped the ante, to coin a Western phrase.

Noticing the Shinsengumi’s hands leave his body, Kenshin twisted his head around again, shooting the older man a hateful sneer as he sat back on his heels. The expression hid his reaction to the ministrations quite well. "Giving up, Saitoh?"

A loud SMACK echoed through the room as Saitoh gave the Battousai his answer.

Several seconds passed as Kenshin tried to get his mind around what the older man had just done. Had he just…spanked him? Blinking his startled golden eyes a few times, Kenshin stared back at Saitoh, uncomprehending. The older man stared back a few moments; then, his trademark smirk slowly, slowly emerged.

"GAH!" Kenshin went, unprepared as Saitoh’s tongue touched the faintly red area his hand had made. Thoroughly pissed off, the Battousai wriggled his rear from side to side, trying to force the other man away.

Naturally, this caused another loud SMACK to travel through the otherwise silent air. And again followed the tongue, now more forceful, pressing against the slightly redder flesh. Kenshin, his vision beginning to cloud over from his anger, once again thrashed back and forth, defiant.

Two more slaps on his backside were his reward and, this time, Saitoh nipped the increasingly sensitive skin with his teeth, while his fingers traveled down to pinch the inside of the smaller man’s knees. While the second action seemed strange at first, both caused basically the same reaction.

Kenshin’s head snapped back, a grunt escaping him as he dug his erection into the now heat-filled cushion below him. Enraged, at both himself and Saitoh, Kenshin turned his upper body as much he could and threw the older man a loathing glower, filled with amber fire.

"You bastard…"

For several seconds, the air was filled with Saitoh’s perfectly rhythmed SMACKS, which stopped once the hitokiri’s rear was a fine dull red. At that point, Kenshin was sputtering in his rage, every bit of his manslayer’s mind aching to slice into the other man with a dull katana, while his cheeks throbbed in distant waves. The hitokiri furiously racked his brain for a counter to Saitoh’s actions, any at all, his jaw clenched while his eyes glared molten fury at the futon beneath him.

And that was when Saitoh pinched the left cheek of his rear, hard.

Kenshin’s whole body jerked, arms and legs straining against his bonds, and he groaned, his entire lower body going limp as his biceps and shoulders tightened painfully. Once regaining his strength, however, he chose not to challenge Saitoh, his amber eyes staring at the floor as he told himself it simply wasn’t worth it.

This sentiment being, of course, what Saitoh had intended to invoke in the first place. By now, the former Shinsengumi had probably smiled/smirked more than he had in all the years of the Revolution, which was saying something. But why not smirk, when something pleased you to such an extent?

That thought warranted a chuckle and the Battousai glanced surreptitiously over his shoulder, inwardly reassuring himself that he really wasn’t nervous about what was about to happen next. Really.

…Curse the man and his devices, curse it!!

Saitoh, knowing the Battousai was watching him, reached for the small pot and began to coat his hands once more, the oil glistening in the candlelight. Once done, his own amber eye’s bored into Kenshin’s and he placed a hand over each side of his behind. Kenshin, in response, sucked in a breath, his back and legs tensing as his sensitive skin was assaulted by the liquid warmth and slight pressure. Slowly, Saitoh’s thumbs began to circle, almost soothing as they ran over the redness. Golden eyes clenched shut, Kenshin dragged himself as far as he could up onto his elbows, trying to lower his rear away from the caresses.

He almost couldn’t stand it, something that hurt and felt so good at the same time.

What am I thinking?!! Kenshin bellowed in his mind, not realizing that, as Saitoh’s entire hand began to run in slow compresses over his skin, he was starting to groan.

The Wolf of Mibu was watching all this with keen eyes, of course, feeling himself become aroused once more as the Battousai unknowingly began to writhe beneath his hands. By the look on the small man’s face, he was having an inner battle with himself while his body took off on its own, back bending inward as he raised his hips higher so that his lithe body made a inverted, horizontal ‘S’ shape on the futon. Saitoh, literally pressing his advantage, slid his hands inward as well, the tips of his fingers tracing the bottom of the small bowl of the hitokiri’s lower back, then down between the soft mounds of flesh.

Kenshin once more became abruptly aware of what was going on when he felt two fingertips push lightly against his opening. "Saitoh, don’t you dare!!"

"You aren’t in any position to be making demands, Battousai," Saitoh pointed out and began to gradually slide one oil-slick finger inside. "What else do you have to say?"

Having opened his mouth to tell the man just what was in store for him once he got a proper katana, Kenshin could not stop his deep-throated groan, his amber eyes sliding shut as his hands scrabbled at the tatami for something to hold onto. Saitoh, having easily surmised that the Battousai had never coupled with a man before, had known the effect this was going to have, hence him drawing it out. And he was also aware that he would have to be fairly gentle with the virgin flesh, as he required more wanton passion than unbridled anger from the younger man.

Although, considering what he had planned…better not to excite him too much. Curbing his impulses and sticking to his plan, Saitoh limited himself to one digit for now, slowly pushing inside as far as his index finger would go. Kenshin, the control he was so proud of rapidly flying out the window, squirmed and writhed, trying to escape the delicious, intense shivers that were running up his spine and down into his stomach. It felt as though his entire lower half was burning, from both sensitivity and pleasure, somehow mixing the two into a feeling the like of which he had never felt before. As it was, he fingers were digging into the mat for support as his back contorted in that erotic shape, legs widely spread and hips raised; Kenshin knew he had never been in such a…well, dirty position in his entire life.

Curse his inexperience, curse it!!

"Nnnnhh…ughh, Saitoh, you…you…," Kenshin managed to choke out, twisting back and forth, useless as it was. Saitoh had his other hand firmly on the hitokiri’s hip, holding him down, while the straps pretty much kept him in place anyway. "You Kami-damned bastard…"

Saitoh quirked a brow, fully aware that the red-haired man was pushing up into his hands, bucking his hips as he breathed heavily, his face deeply flushed. It seemed that, as angry as the Battousai was, he was no longer attempting to deny what it was that he was feeling. How…perfect. Smirking (surprise, surprise), Saitoh began to slide a second finger inside, his satisfaction obvious as Kenshin’s golden, passion-hazed eyes opened fractionally, his inner muscles clenching while he groaned and trembled. To him, the room felt like a sauna, his flesh burning while he panted open-mouthed and his groin pulsed in something between agony and sweet, sweet ecstasy.

Using the two, Saitoh began to slide in and out, pushing as far as he could go and curling the tips of his fingers the deeper he went, lifting his hand slightly up. The result was more fervent sounds from the Battousai while the smaller man arched his hips up, behind rising further in the air. If Kenshin had been able to see himself—and had had the piece of mind to comprehend what he was seeing—he would have surely been appalled. However, Kenshin was obviously in no state to do so, lost as he was in the haze of his need, now thoroughly immersed in what Saitoh was doing to him.

Testing his control, Saitoh quickly added a third finger, not giving the red-haired man time to prepare as he prodded the tight opening wider with the heat and oil-created slickness. Kenshin, understandably overwhelmed, gave a deep-throated cry, thrashing once more, though not to remove the hand; the bonds gave him only so much leeway, limiting his fervent arches so that he could only receive part of the pressure he knew he was capable of feeling. Saitoh then switched hands, pausing to add more oil to his fingers, and grinning in superiority as Kenshin—the Legendary Manslayer, the Hitokiri Battousai himself!!—whimpered with need, not seeming to realize what it was that he was doing.

Deciding to have at least a little mercy (hah!), Saitoh obliged, his hands returning to their business with delighted relish. How sweet it was, listening to the Battousai’s moans, watching that crimson, sweat-soaked hair as it curled and shifted in shining waves like a living thing, feeling the responsive bucks of his hips. If he bent his fingers a certain way, expanding the narrow tunnel, Kenshin would clench and quiver, keening at the back of his throat. But if Saitoh would push deeper, almost, almost reaching that certain spot, the other man would moan and heave back as far as he bonds would let him, desperate beyond rational thought for that one touch that would send him over the edge.

Now…

Kenshin became suddenly attentive of the overall situation once more as there came the sound of ripping fabric, an abrupt lessening of pressure on his wrists and ankles. It took him only a fraction of a second to realize that he was free and, jubilant, he was at the door in a fraction more, hand reaching for his portal to freedom. He didn’t even stop to think about what had happened and, really, it didn’t matter! Now he could get out of this nightmare and…and…

His erection, so tight and hard that it almost hurt, was heavy between his legs, his blood pumping and his desire so great that he thought his vision was blurring from it. His skin was so sensitive, aching to be touched…touched by Saitoh’s hands. Despairing, his amber eyes strayed to his rebellious penis, one trembling hand reaching to try and alleviate some of his need so that, maybe, he could get out of here and back to sanity. But his movement died before he was halfway there, his heart realizing the horrible truth.

…CURSE SAITOH, CURSE HIM!!!

Letting out one defeated groan, Kenshin turned back around, lusty golden eyes meeting Saitoh’s squarely. He didn’t say anything; really, he couldn’t. He just couldn’t admit that he…that he needed that infernal bastard, needed him so badly that he couldn’t even claim his own freedom. Each step as slow as he could make it, Kenshin went to stand before Saitoh, the taller man also on his feet, the knife he had used to cut the silk once more on the floor, so that he could look down at him with that oh-so victorious smirk.

Kenshin set his jaw, refusing to say anything, so it was Saitoh who broke the strained silence, actually seeming to smile; the expression made the red-haired man’s gut clench. "It’s going to cost you, Battousai."

"What?!" Kenshin exclaimed, both from anger and desperation, as he needed some kind of release now.

"You said ‘anything’, didn’t you?"

His earlier actions coming back to haunt him, Kenshin fought to keep a straight face. "Yes…so what?"

Saitoh’s amber eyes traveled purposefully downward, to the taller man’s own straining erection. Kenshin looked as well, not comprehending for a moment, though his body felt another thrill of excitement. His mind, however, took a few seconds to grasp what the Shinsengumi was asking. When it hit him, his eyes shot to Saitoh’s in shock, then anger, the expression touched by a decidedly pronounced measure of lust.

"You gave your word, Battousai," Saitoh pointed out and placed his hands on the smaller man’s shoulders, pushing Kenshin to his knees.

Finding himself suddenly kneeling and face-to-face with Saitoh’s blatant sign of arousal, the Battousai sputtered, from both anger and—surprisingly enough—a smidgen of embarrassment. "I…I don’t know what to do, you fool!!"

Saitoh only grinned. "Figure it out, ahou. Unless…do you want me to demonstrate, using your body?"

Kenshin, aware that he both did and did not, gulped once, one golden eye twitching. He…he had to do this or he’d never get out of here. And he had given his word, even though he’d been tricked into it. Plus, it might not be so bad…wait, what the hell was he saying?! This was Saitoh Hajime, for Kami’s sake!! The Shinsengumi bastard was his worst rival!!! He was going to KILL the man once this was over!!!!

Saitoh, taking advantage of the Battousai’s inner distraction, grabbed Kenshin by his hair, quickly aligned their positions, and thrust his erection into the smaller man’s mouth. Kenshin abruptly found himself full to bursting, hot, hard flesh sliding against his tongue in salty slickness. Saitoh gave him a moment to comprehend just what position he was now in, marveling at the amount of shock on the Battousai’s now thoroughly engaged face. Kenshin’s mind went blank for all of a second, uncomprehending, but, when Saitoh began to thrust, he snapped rapidly back to reality.

But…he even surprised Saitoh with his following actions, not to mention himself.

One defiant thought in his mind—that being "TO HELL WITH IT ALL!!!!"—Kenshin grabbed a tight hold onto the older man’s hips and braced himself, meeting Saitoh’s thrusts. It was difficult panting around the hard member, his scarlet hair falling forward to cling to his sweat-drenched face, but Kenshin literally pressed on, tongue working in inexperienced excitement as Saitoh moved in and out of his mouth. The Wolf of Mibu was rather surprised it had happened so quickly, but, involved as he was at the moment, he decided it didn’t matter. All that did matter was keeping the hitokiri’s incredibly hot and—who knew?—erotic mouth around himself, the smaller man’s oh-so soft lips creating a wonderful silky friction over his now saliva-coated skin.

Though somewhat bemused this was so, Saitoh realized he would have given a little cheer, had he not been otherwise engaged. But that was so undignified…

What a picture they made now, Saitoh barely managing to keep standing, his hands fisted in the glimmering crimson tresses, Kenshin braced on his knees as his arms clung to the other man’s muscled thighs, working his erection like there was no tomorrow. Sure, Kenshin barely knew what he was doing, but, when he moaned around the hard flesh, Saitoh’s deep groan in response prompted him to try and amplify this effect. While the hitokiri knew he wasn’t in control of this situation (curse the man, curse him!!!), at least knowing he could have some kind of control over Saitoh alleviated a portion of the hurt to his pride. That being understood, Kenshin drew back a few inches, licking at the tip of Saitoh’s penis in what he hoped was an erotic enough gesture.

Saitoh, not expecting this, nearly choked on his next breath, hips jerking forward into the sinful caress from that small, almost innocent tongue. Damn, the Battousai was picking this up quick! Saitoh would have to stop soon at this rate, having a certain plan to follow before they could…ehem, switch to ‘freestyle’. Still, he allowed himself a few more moments of wonderfully fulfilling sensations from the now-imperturbable hitokiri, the willingness obvious on his face and in the excited bobbing of his head as he fervently sucked at the Shinsengumi’s flesh.

My, my, but you are a seductive little creature when you want to be, Battousai…I almost wish I could see your face after this is over.

Feeling his own climax drawing dangerously close, Saitoh abruptly pulled Kenshin’s head away, ignoring the hitokiri’s cry of surprise and affront. Before Kenshin could protest further, however, Saitoh nearly tackled him onto the futon, the red-haired man now on his stomach once more with Saitoh nearly atop him. The blanket and cushion were thrown aside, no longer needed, and Kenshin felt Saitoh’s erection slide up against his inner thigh.

"On your knees, Battousai," Saitoh commanded in a no-nonsense voice, reaching a hand under Kenshin’s torso to hitch his hips up into the proper position.

"D-Don’t tell me what to do…Saitoh…," Kenshin groaned, barely managing to stay uplifted on his shaky arms. His throat was working around his gasped breaths, the taste of the Shinsengumi still filling his mouth. "Just get on with it already!!"

Quite suddenly, Saitoh’s hand was around Kenshin’s testicles, squeezing slightly. "What was that?"

Kenshin moaned as Saitoh tugged and fondled, bright lights exploding within his vision as his skin throbbed and heated. "Aahhh…AHHH!!"

"Understand this," Saitoh stated, lowering his head to breathe hot puffs of air against Kenshin’s sac, one hand continuing to caress in almost forceful patterns. "You will do as I say and when I say it. Do I make myself clear, Battousai?"

Kenshin, staring at the futon beneath him with hazy, passion-washed amber eyes, groaned out his answer. "…y-yes…"

"Good," Saitoh responded, actually smiling this time as he realigned himself. "Now, spread your legs."

Kenshin obliged, raising himself onto his hands and knees as he parted his thighs, allowing Saitoh access. The Shinsengumi, victorious, glided his body against the hitokiri’s, hands on the slender hips as the tip of his penis slid up his skin. When the tip pressed against his prepared entrance, Kenshin could not keep his head from snapping back, only the older man’s palms on his waist keeping him from driving himself onto the hard shaft. Thusly, Kenshin could only groan and writhe as he was slowly entered, the hot flesh spreading his own at an agonizing pace.

Saitoh knew to be careful, easing his way, even though his own desire was nearly lunging him forward, fervent and demanding. However, the older man prided himself on his control and, besides, it was more fun this way, especially since he could watch the Battousai’s reaction. He was barely halfway in, yet the red-haired man was moaning and whimpering, reduced to this sweat-soaked, wild creature that desperately sought his touch.

Which was what Saitoh had been trying for in the first place.

"What say you now, Battousai?" The Shinsengumi whispered huskily, sliding in another fraction and letting the other man adjust to the hot, heavy weight within him. Kenshin only groaned, pushing himself back as his thighs shook and trembled, his chest heaving. Saitoh, needing an answer, thrust slightly further, nearly filling the smaller man, then pulled almost all the way back out, only his tip remaining in the tight crevice. "I asked you a question, Himura!"

Kenshin shook his head back and forth as if trying to free himself from a daze, forcing his golden eyes open, though he blinked rapidly against the sweat dripping down his face. The feeling of the older man’s erection inside of him had thrown him nearly over the edge, his body on fire as his heart beat so quickly he thought it would burst out of his chest. His entire lower half was pulsing in waves of intense heat, his own erection agonizingly stiff and needing, all of his being crying for release.

Gulping and choking, the Battousai turned his amber gaze to Saitoh, former anger and defiance now completely vanished. "P-Please…"

Slowly, slowly, Saitoh smiled. "Very well."

When that great weight returned, Saitoh plunging himself in to the hilt, Kenshin threw back his head, screaming out the Shinsengumi’s name as he fell to his elbows, his hips arched to cradle into Saitoh’s own. Saitoh’s arms went around his waist, reaching down to grasp Kenshin’s erection. Once in place, he thrust forward, pumping back with his hands so that both forces met in a pincher maneuver. Kenshin, his balance upset, had no hand in this, instead lifted up entirely on Saitoh’s strength, his body heaving back and forth in time with the older man’s movements.

For Kenshin, that really was it. Each thrust, feeling as though it would split him in half, was the first all over again, new and overwhelming. He groaned and shook and screamed as the feelings came in their thunderous momentum, all his world dwindling down to the torturous sensation of skin on skin, the burning friction inside his body claiming every ounce of his attention. When Saitoh shifted, the tip of his penis grinding against his inner walls, Kenshin twisted back and forth, fighting to find some stable footing so that he could properly arch back.

Saitoh as well, was slightly…out of it, to put it mildly. He had been in control of the situation, but, as each of the Battousai’s wails and moans reached his ears, he found himself driven to do more. "Faster, harder, deeper!" the Battousai seemed to scream at him, urging him on, and Saitoh could not help but do so. Those muscles clenching around him felt so good and, in a way, he never wanted it to stop. Not only that, but he could feel the smaller man’s own pulsing flesh in his hands, slick and tight and tipped with the beginning of his release. A mischievous thought breaking through his heat-filled perception, Saitoh slid his hands up the Battousai’s shaft, digging his thumb into the wet slit just as he gave a mighty thrust, the tip of his own penis pounding against the coiled, super-sensitive inner nerves.

And, for Kenshin, that…was that.

"SAITOH!!!" Kenshin screamed one last time, his orgasm slamming into him with amazing force, his seed spilling out onto Saitoh’s hands.

Saitoh wasn’t left out, of course, the Shinsengumi letting out something close to a roar; it sounded somewhat like the battle cry he made when he used the Gatotsu and, considering what he was doing, it fit perfectly. Even if his ‘sword’ was a little different than usual. But, by and by, Saitoh gave one last deep, penetrating thrust as far as he could go into the hot, inviting heaven that was the Battousai and claimed his own climax, his substantial…ehem, ‘load’ emptying with what had to be the most gratifying orgasm ever.

He would apologize (mentally) to Tokio later, but, right now, Saitoh couldn’t have been happier. This was almost as good as eradicating evil! Hell, it might even be better!! Plus, this was the Battousai that had collapsed into a groaning, gasping heap beneath him, utterly spent, body limp and damp crimson hair spread in all directions, strands clinging to his face and curling over the cross-shaped scar.

Slowly, reluctantly almost, Saitoh slid back out, the Battousai kind of rolling off him to plop unceremoniously onto the futon, utterly boneless. Quirking a brow, Saitoh leaned a bit to the left, trying to get a good look at Kenshin’s expression. Hmm…he looked drunk, or perhaps ‘stoned’, to coin another Western phrase. Mouth hanging slightly open, trying to catch his breath, still golden eyes half closed and so hazy they appeared molten.

Yup, laid like a rookie geisha.

Climbing out of the deep, steaming pit of man-sex, Kenshin tried to roll over, his ears registering some odd sound that demanded he investigate. Somehow managing to reposition so that he was staring up, the hitokiri determinedly turned his eyes towards the sound, finding what he should have expected to see: Saitoh laughing. Not a normal laugh, mind you; no funny-ha-ha. Instead, it was an advanced version of his single chuckle, which he seemed to reserve for when he was exceptionally pleased or he had just slain a particularly evil man.

Except…Kenshin knew that it was directed at himself and the ragdoll state he was in.

Yeah, laugh it up, de gozaru…and I will kill you…

Saitoh, seeing the murderous expression return to the Battousai’s face, only smiled all the wider, establishing that ‘freaky’ effect that bothered so many of his enemies and coworkers. "Hmm…making plans, Battousai?"

It was Kenshin’s turn to quirk a brow. "What do you think?"

"What makes you think we’re finished?"

Golden eyes widening, Kenshin realized that Saitoh didn’t intend to stop there, at last spotting the various other ‘things’ that had been placed beside the futon. The Shinsengumi had what he wanted, but it seemed as though he was going to milk it (quite literally, in fact) for all it was worth. And…and Kenshin…

He… ……………

< br> "So you’ve checked everywhere?" Megumi asked for maybe the fifth time, more angry with herself than the information she was hearing. Kenshin had been missing since yesterday afternoon and she hadn’t been here to help?! It would have been easier if she had been called away on a medical emergency, but she had just gone to a nearby hotsprings for vacation. Curse her urges, curse them!! "You did investigate more of the gambling halls, didn’t you, Rooster Head?"

"Of course, Fox!!" Sanosuke bellowed, also angry, though more with himself then Megumi. What kind of friend was he, hanging out at the bars when he should have been bugging Kenshin and Kaoru while they shopped?!! Curse his laziness, curse it!! "No one’s seen him!!"

"Well, your fighting isn’t helping," Yahiko pointed out, looking annoyed. Unlike those two, he knew it would be pretty useless to curse himself, trying instead to think of where Kenshin might have gone. However, not having a clue made him sorely tempted…curse his youth, cur—No, no cursing!! "Maybe he just got involved in some robbery or kidnapping or something. You know Kenshin."

"If that was the case, the Police Chief would have come to talk with us," Kaoru pointed out, the calmest of the lot. After all that hassle with Shishio, she knew Kenshin would come back around, whatever was going on. Still, it was rather bothersome, listening to them bicker. Plus, she had had to carry all the groceries (Kenshin’s having been found on a bench) home by herself!! Curse buying in bulk, curse it!! However, her dogged faith was about to pay off, as it always did; she raised her eyes to the road before the dojo once more, having taken up a post to wait for Kenshin and what did she see?

"Is that Saitoh?"

Silence descending on her friends, the four of them turned their eyes towards the sakura-lined lane, the lush red and gold leaves filtering the sunlight so that the dark blue police officer’s uniform gained a dappled pattern. Still, it was easy to make the tall man out, looking as immaculate as ever, his thin bangs of hair swaying in the slight wind as his sword swung slightly at his hip. Also, the bundle of navy blue gi and loose red hair swayed slightly in the wind as well, the pale skin of legs and one hanging arm visible even from this distance.

"Kenshin!!" Kaoru yelled in surprise and concern, rushing forward. Yeah, she’d known he would come home, but as to the state he would be in…well, a girl can worry a little, can’t she? "What happened?!"

Saitoh waited calmly as they all thundered up, ignoring their rabble over the sleeping figure in his arms. He supposed the Battousai would have liked to have been returned in a slightly more dignified state, but there had been no getting the lazy bones up. So…Saitoh, being the nice guy (hah!) that he was, had wrapped the slender, naked body in one of his spare gi’s; the color had been on purpose, of course, since he preferred it to that pink monster. Or magenta, or whatever it had been; it had been ruined anyway.

"Was there a battle?!" Kaoru continued to question worriedly, somewhat appalled by how exhausted Kenshin’s face looked. Although…there didn’t seem to be any other injuries…Megumi was making the same assessment, her brows flicking together as she spotted some curious bruise-like markings through the opening in the gi. If those were what she thought they were…

"What did you do to him, Saitoh?!!" Sanosuke demanded, proving the theory of probability or his own intuition, though we all know which one it more than likely was.

Smirking, the former Shinsengumi handed his bundle to the Rooster, saying only one thing. "You have no idea, ahou."

That got everyone quiet very quickly and, still smirking, Saitoh turned around and, simple as you please, walked off.

Yahiko, scratching his head, asked the fated question. "What was that about?" ……………  

Ow.

Th at was Kenshin’s first thought as he struggled into wakefulness. Soft violet eyes fluttering open, the rurouni beheld a wonderfully familiar sight; yes, he had memorized what the ceiling of his room at the dojo looked like, right down to that water stain in the far corner. Which meant…it was over!! However…

What did he do, beat me with a stick, de gozaru ka?!!

He was sore ALL OVER. Kenshin had been injured many a time, a good portion of those life-threatening, but this…this was a very different kind of hurt. Especially…

"That goes where, Saitoh?!"

"I’m going to show you, ahou. Now spread ‘em."

Groaning and blushing beet red, Kenshin rolled over onto his side, wincing at the aches throughout his body. Last night…while it was over, there was no way he could convince himself that it hadn’t happened. And, Kami-sama, did he ever wish that it was all some bad, twisted wet dream, instead of reality. After all, he had…he had…

I did everything that crazy man told me to, de gozaru yo!!

And it was true. All through the night, every new device, every varied position and method, every tease and torture in the book…they’d done it all. Well, perhaps not all of it, but a good deal. What was worse, Kenshin had been at Saitoh’s beck and call, performing every wanton act commanded of him.

"Do what?!

"You heard me, Battousai. I want to see you pleasure yourself."

"In…in front of you?"

"Yes, ahou!"

It was rather difficult to keep from burying his face into the pillow, wrapping the blanket tightly around him, and vowing never to come out again. However, Kenshin didn’t have to battle with this very tempting idea for very long, as the shoji behind him slid open, prompting him to roll over onto his other side. This caused another wave of aches to ping across his body, but he managed to hide his flinch as Megumi kneeled next to him.

"How are you feeling, Ken-san?"

"Just…just fine, Megumi-dono," Kenshin responded with a little difficulty, only mildly ashamed that he had to lie. But…but he couldn’t tell anyone about this! "I hope everyone wasn’t too worried about me, de gozaru."

"We all managed," Megumi replied in a business voice, then looked very pointedly at Kenshin. They shared this meaningful gaze for a moment or two, Kenshin beginning to sweat; in the end, the Lady Doctor sighed and placed before him the small bag she had been carrying, beginning to remove various paper packets and medicinal bottles. "This is for any irritation or abrasions, this is special cleansing rub, these are adhesive bandages for the marks that won’t disappear in a day or two, this is for easing your stomach, in case there are any repercussions from what you…ehem, swallowed…"

"M-Megumi-dono!!" Kenshin sputtered, feeling a blush encompass his entire body.

Megumi simply tsk-tsked, placing one last bottle before him. "Ken-san…try sitting up for me, will you?"

Even knowing this would seal his doom, Kenshin obliged, pushing himself up so that the blanket slid off his yukata-covered form. Instantly, pain lanced up his entire lower back, originating from that terribly over-used spot inside him. Wincing, Kenshin fell back onto the futon, resisting the urge to rub his sore bottom.

"This is for that," Megumi stated, gesturing to the bottle. "It’s best to apply it in the bath."

Unable to look her in the face, Kenshin placed a hand over his eyes. "…thank you, Megumi-dono. Please…please don’t tell Kaoru."

"Of course not, Ken-san," Megumi reassured with a smile, though she seemed to be trying to hold in a great deal of her trademark laughter. "So…you were on the bottom, eh?"

Nearly choking on his own tongue, all Kenshin could do was stare at her in shock as she tittered softly behind her palm. He was spared more of this, however, as she suddenly snapped her fingers, reaching inside her apron. "Oh yes, and I found this inside your gi. I believe it’s for you."

Trying to regain his dignity, Kenshin nodded solemnly as he accepted the small, folded parchment, waiting until she had left the room again before he oro-ed in mortification. His expression the picture of dejected embarrassment, Kenshin carefully unfolded the small square and read the simple words written there:

I win.

  ……Owari……

A few notes, since it’s all so interesting: the thing with the especially sensitive parts on Kenshin’s body. I read somewhere that Kenshin’s birthday is on June 20th. I’m not sure if this is true or not, but let’s assume that it is for this fic. Knowing this, I went to my trusty reference book, The Only Astrology Book You’ll Ever Need and found that Kenshin is a Gemini with a Cusp in Cancer, which means that he has Cancer-ish qualities as well. Now, in another part of my book is the health-related Zodiac stuff (saying where you’ll have health problems or what foods you should eat, based on your sign); among the health section, however, is a listing of erogenous zones for each sign. Which basically means that I could assume these ‘zones’ on the body would have the highest sexual reaction to certain actions on our dear Ken-san. For Gemini it was the arms and hands, for Cancer it was the breasts (same for both men and women).

However, for Battousai mode, I chose the opposite signs, seeing as Kenshin switched to an opposite nature. That being, he was now a Sagittarius with Capricorn-ish qualities; so, the hips and thighs for Sagittarius and the knees for Capricorn. But how did Saitoh know about this? Well, let’s say that he went out of his way to find out Kenshin’s birthday (I’m guessing that Kenshin at least knows his own birthday and…wouldn’t Hiko? Oh, poor Ken-san, betrayed by his Master! ^.^) and Tokio, being the well-versed woman that she is, had a nice handy book similar to mine, as well a copy of the Kama Sutra…but let’s not get into that, shall we?

And there really is a breed of Japanese dog called the Kishu; however, all I had was a picture and the name, so I made up the temperament and domestic conditions. Still, it was such a beautiful dog, so there really was no other I could use.