Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Under the Covers ❯ Tangled Web ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Chapter 4: Tangled Web

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Samurai X/Rurouni Kenshin.
Chapter Rating: Strong R+
Warnings: There be some sexual content between two men in this chapter. You no likey, you no read-y.


Saitou scanned the crowd of grinding bodies, hoping to catch a glimpse of the band from his view point to no avail. He had done nothing but think about what had transpired between him and the ahou earlier this afternoon. He had thought that he would scare the kid and get him out of his system all in one felt swoop by kissing the oblivious moron with no restraint. However, it didn’t seem to work as he had planned. Because, there he was, hours later with Sanosuke’s tantalizing, sweet taste still on his mouth and tongue. He felt like an overly hormonal teenager again and hated it. It also seemed that the kid was not frightened by the older man’s aggressive and rough behavior, considering the boy had taken the time to wink at him as the band took the stage. What the young man didn’t know was the Saitou was very rarely rough with his partners. He had learned early on that a slow seduction was more torturous than a quick aggressive one. Saitou loved to torment his lovers to the point of begging. Just the thought of having free reign over Sanosuke’s body for an extended period of time made his amber eyes turn a dark gold and his mouth water with lust.

But there seemed to be a few problems. First, his job could be in jeopardy if he were to start something with the kid, considering it was to protect him, not fuck his brains out. Next, the kid was just that…a kid. Saitou felt that he was too old for the musician. Lastly, he didn’t think he could stand being thrown away again. When the Wolf of Mibu does something, he is very dedicated and puts his all into it, and if Sanosuke was just looking for a good time, he did not think he would be able to bear yet another rejection from a lover. Zanza was the type someone could fall in love with, if you could believe in such nonsense. What he needed to do was pretend that today’s kiss was a figment of his imagination and his long-denied libido. He had lived this long with out companionship, so he sure as hell did not need it now. Wanting it was a passing phase and, soon, the boy would be wiped completely from his memory…except for nights he couldn’t sleep alone in his big, empty bed, wondering whether Zanza would have been lying beside him if he had only had the balls to admit to the attraction between them.

Trying to shake that last thought from his mind, Saitou took his break and walked outside for a cigarette. The chill night air hit him in the face, cooling his skin and making chill bumps trail up his arms. However, it felt good on his sweat dampened skin, providing a cooling sensation that he could not get from inside the club. He just wished that the cool air would have the same effect of his libido and mounting affection for the kid. His wife had broken his heart once and it had almost killed him. He didn’t think he could survive a second bout if he became involved with the rooster-head and the boy decided later to leave him. He closed his eyes and tried to convince himself that he was better off not knowing what it would be like to have Zanza as a lover.

“Hey old man, fancy meeting you here.” Saitou’s eyes snapped open to see the object of his torment standing there with a smirk painted across the young man’s luscious lips.

“What do you want now?” the policeman asked in a bored tone.

“To pick up where we left off this afternoon.” There was a dangerous gleam in those chocolate brown eyes that made the boy look good enough to eat, but the older man was determined not to be swayed.

“I’m not in the mood to deal with you right now, so go away and leave me alone.” Finally remembering why he was out in the cold in the first place, Saitou reached in his pocket for his cigarette.

“You know what I think your problem is?” Sano asked as he studied the devilishly sexy man in front of him.

“I’m sure I don’t, but I have a feeling you are going to tell me anyway.” Inside the detective was praying that the young man would just go away and leave him alone.

“I think you’re running scared,” Sano whispered.

“That’s just ridiculous. Just what, exactly, am I supposed to afraid of?”

“The way I make you feel.” What, the brat was a mind reader now?

“I don’t see how you have come to that conclusion, but you don’t make me feel anything but annoyed,” the older man snorted and took a drawl from his cigarette.

“Come on temee, you know that I know better than that. The fact of the matter is that I can make you feel…period. I can make you angry, annoyed…aroused, and that scares you shitless because you don’t want to feel that way about me. ‘Cause, if you do, you have to put yourself in a vulnerable position to where you have to trust me not to hurt you. I think that it had been done before and now you can’t trust people. You just have to trust me, cricket-face. The last thing on my mind is hurting you. Just give me a chance, I’m harmless.” Sano was not above begging, and, if he had to, begging would be his next step. He knew his job was hanging in the balance by trying to convince the older man to be his lover, but at the moment he wasn’t inclined to care too much. He also knew that when the truth about him came out, it would be painful admitting that he was not all that he seemed to be, and Saitou would not be there long enough to hear explanations. So, he wanted to be able to enjoy a relationship with the older man before everything when down. Up to this point in his life, he had no regrets. He did not see the sense of changing that fact now.

“I think you have finally lost your mind. What make you think that I care about you enough for you to be able to hurt me?” Taking a final drawl from his cigarette, Saitou studied Sano with intense golden eyes while he waited for an answer.

“Because you are still standing here talking to me.” Sano approached Saitou, licking his lips like a starved man. “Come on old man, I’m not asking you to love me. I’m asking for you to give me a chance.” Sano then dropped to his knees on the dirty alley floor.

“What the hell do you think you are doing, you moron?” the older man hissed as long, tanned fingers unbuckled his belt and practically ripped open his fly.

“Something I have been wanting to do from the moment I met you.” Sano pulled the officer’s pants off of his hips and partly down his legs, exposing the vulnerable flesh that was hiding underneath the fabric to the cool night air. Saitou bit his lip and growled as his body started to respond to the promise of some long denied sexual activity, despite the chill in the air that made him ache. “That’s it…give in to this,” Sano whispered against the hardening flesh in front of him.

“Shit!” the officer growled as the younger man swallowed his cock to the hilt without warning. Saitou licked his lips and buried his hands in Sano’s wild, spiked chocolate hair. He wanted to stop the kid, but it had been so long and the kid did have talent.

Sano moaned around the hard, hot flesh in his mouth. The older man tasted absolutely delicious…a deep, heady flavor that made the young man’s head spin and his erection throb in his too tight pants. He could almost come just by having Saitou’s arousal down his throat and no other stimulation. He was so engrossed in his task that he almost jumped when strong fingers tangled in his hair.

“Fuck…Zanza…you need to stop…Oh Gods…I’m…” The worlds were growled and choked as Saitou tried to gently pull the younger man’s mouth from his groin. He was going to lose control. That would just be unbelievably embarrassing. However, no matter how hard he tried, the ahou was not willing to back off and give Saitou a chance to calm his raging hormones. The older man could feel the tingle at the base of his spine, signaling that his release was close.

Sano, however, was determined to drink down what the officer had to offer. He had to get a deeper taste of the older man. He wanted to know that he could make the anal-retentive control freak lose the tight grip he had on his self-composure. He could feel the older man’s hips shift slightly, almost as if he was afraid to thrust to harshly in Sano’s mouth. And when a long deep moan escaped Saitou’s lips, Sano knew that it would not be long now.

“Oh damn, oh damn,” was the only warning that Sano received before Saitou released in his mouth. The younger man barely had time to swallow his prize before the officer pulled him up and slammed him against the building and claiming his mouth in a fierce kiss that left him clinging to the older man in order to keep standing on his suddenly weak legs.


Sano would have grinned had the wind not been forced from his lungs as his back made impact with the hard brick wall. Saitou did not wait for him to regain his breath before capturing his lips and thrusting his tongue inside for a searing, soul-rattling, bone-melting kiss. Oh dear Buddha, he was dying…smothering in Saitou…the taste, the scent, the sheer intensity…

“Fujita,” Sano moaned mouth away from other man’s in order to give voice to the passion rising within him. He greedily sucked air into his lungs as Saitou swiftly opened the fly of his pants and thrust his hand inside to grasp the warm, straining flesh hidden inside.

Sano’s world spun on its axis as his hands gripped Saitou’s shoulders harshly, his nails biting into the flesh beneath the thin material of the t-shirt struggling to find a purchase in the maelstrom of desire. Never before had he felt passion of this intensity. It was overwhelming, scorching his flesh where Saitou’s lips touched his sensitive neck; where the nails of the man’s right hand scored the soft skin of his chest; but, most of all, where the wolf’s left hand gripped the most sensitive part of him, stroking roughly with a calloused touch…

“Oh fuck…it’s too much. Let me come. I’m dying Fujita…Gods please.”

“You beg so prettily, Zanza,” Saitou panted in a teasing manner, his moist, hot breath caressing Sano’s neck. “And you’re lucky we have to get back to work or I would hold out all night just to hear you beg me some more.” Sano whimpered in response as the grip on his cock tightened and became quicker.

“Oh…oh shit…I’m going to…” Sano panted into the older man’s ear.

“That’s right, boy. Come. Come for me. Just…let it go and let me see your face as you come all over my hand.”

“Gods…stop talking like that. You’re killing me. Oh…oh fuck…fuckfuckfuck.” Sano’s vision left him as he found release from such unbearable torture. He was afraid he would shout out his orgasm loud enough for the world to hear, but found he only had enough breath to let out a small choking sound that he could barely hear over the blood pounding in his ears. It took him a few moments to come down from his high, and, by that time, Saitou was no longer pressed against him.

“Feel better?” A slightly amused smirk found its way to Saitou’s slightly swollen lips as he tucked himself back into his pants before pulling a bar towel from his back pocket and cleaning off his hand.

“Damn…that was…there are no words,” Sano panted as he took the cloth from Saitou and attempted to clean the mess in his pants.

“Articulate as ever, I see. We had better get back inside before we get fired.” Without waiting on the younger man, Saitou turned on his heel and went inside the club.

“You better put your pants back on. We’re on in five minutes.” Sano turned to Aoshi walking toward him with an amused gleam in his eyes and a smear of red lipstick on his lips.

“Looks like I wasn’t the only one getting some action, though I don’t think red is quite your color.” Sano almost expected the quiet, shy man to stammer and blush but Aoshi only smiled fondly and raised his fingers to his lips in an attempt to wipe away the color staining them.

“What can I say? Megumi is a vassal of Inari, tempting me with every chance she gets, but enough about me. It seems that things are moving along well with Gorou-san, but just remember, we will have to act soon. The boss is getting impatient.” Sano snorted in response.

“I know what I’m doing. I know the boss-man is anxious but we can’t rush this. If we cock up this assignment, we’ll be fucked up the ass three ways to Sunday.”

“If you play your cards right, your ass will be screwed,” Aoshi stated with a snicker.

“You know what? I bet your right.” With a small chuckle, Sano straightened his pants and walked inside, followed closely by Aoshi, who was shaking his head in amusement.


“Battousai, how kind of you to come on such short notice.”

“You wanted to see me, Shishio-sama?” Kenshin’s golden eyes never left the bandaged form in front of him, his instincts screaming for him to be ready in case he was set up.

“Yes, I called for you because I wanted to know how close the kid is to completing the assignment. I am anxious for that damn cop to finally get what is coming to him.” Shishio turned his blood-red eyes on the redhead standing in front of him.

“Zanza is aware that time is a factor, but he is also aware that Saitou-san’s trust will not be easily gained. He is getting closer. It shouldn’t be long now, maybe a couple of weeks.”

“That is longer than I expected, Battousai.”

“I realize that sir, but we had not anticipated just how suspicious he would be. He is far more cleaver than our plan allowed. It will take additional time to complete the job without setting off any warnings.” Kenshin could feel those cold, piercing eyes burning through him and broke out in a cold sweat.

“Fine. Two weeks, but no longer. I want that cocky fucker to be dead – and I mean an ice-cold stiff in that time. Do I make myself perfectly clear?”

“Yes, Shishio-sama,” Kenshin made sure to say with the utmost respect.

“I don’t think I have to explain what may happen if this job is not completed in that time.”

“No sir, you do not.”

“Good. You may go. And, remember, two weeks.” Kenshin could only nod as he backed out of the office, not completely trusting the man in front of him not to try something if his back was turned.

“Two weeks is not a lot of time, Himura,” A voice stated as soon as the redhead closed the door.

“ Trust me, Aoshi, I know and I am as concerned with it as you are. Shishio wants to see Saitou’s cold, dead body in that time, or he will send Enishi to take care of Saitou…and us. The only hope we make have is if Seta and Anji finish what they are working on now within that time. We could use their assistance, especially one as deadly as Seta.” Kenshin chewed on his thumbnail, deep in thought.

“I think Sano is more than capable of handling the situation. In fact, he seems to be make great progress.” There was a devious little twinkle in Aoshi’s eyes.

“Sou ka?” Kenshin’s violet eyes lit up with amusement.

“Well, he was just outside giving the old bastard a blow job. I have a feeling that it won’t be a one time occurrence.”

“Are you sure about that? I mean, I don’t think that it is a wise idea to become personally involved, that I do not.” It seemed to Kenshin that Sanosuke was taking too many risks with assignment.

“Are you afraid the kid is losing his focus? He has seemed pretty level-headed about this so far.” Aoshi studied the concerned look on Kenshin’s face and almost started to worry himself.

“I’ve never seen Sano so infatuated with a target before. I’m worried that he was involved himself too deeply to be able to complete this job when the time comes. He may tip Saitou off without meaning to.”

“We don’t need that kind of complication,” Aoshi concluded. “Want to pull him from this job?”

“I don’t think we are at that point yet, but it is an option we may have to keep in mind.”

“It might be good for him, to let an assignment be personal for once,” Aoshi suggested.

“It may seem that way now, but, trust me, it will be bad for him in the long run.”

“Well, maybe he needs to learn a lesson.” Kenshin’s eyes narrowed at that statement.

“Why are you supporting his uncharacteristic, not to mention dangerous, approach to this job?”

“Why are you so dead-set against it? Sano knows what he is doing, so what does it matter if he enjoys himself for once while doing it?” The taller man watched as the redhead weighed his words carefully in his mind.

“I know Sano, Aoshi…and I know that Saitou is more than just a fun game to him. I think he actually cares for him. That not only puts this assignment in danger, but Sano as well. He may get us all killed or expose us.”

“Himura, I think you worry too much, and fail to give Sano enough credit.” Aoshi decided to end the conversation by calmly walking away.


The pre-dawn hours of the morning found Sano waiting outside of Saitou’s apartment door, hoping to greet the older man when he returned home from work. He was leaning against the hard wooden door in a pair of loose, red cotton lounge pants and a pair of black house slippers. In one hand he held a small paper bag filled with warm Danishes from the all-night bakery down the street. The other hand, he used to nervously run his fingers through his already tousled hair. He had no idea why he was so nervous. He certainly had plenty of confidence when he was on his knees in the alley, sucking the older man’s cock down his throat like a porn star.

What was so different now?

Because things were starting to get complicated. He just wanted to have a little fun before he had to wrap up this job and his assignment seemed like a perfect outlet. But something changed. He was starting to become emotionally involved, which could compromise his position…and his heart. So far, he had been able to maintain his distance, but he had a feeling that tonight would change everything. Sano knew that he could not sleep with Saitou and not let this assignment become personal. He really did not want to feel the wrath of Shishio rain down on his head, nor did he want to see the bitter look of betrayal in Saitou’s golden eyes when the truth came out.

Sano sighed in defeat, because he knew there was nothing else he could do. He had to complete the job he was paid to do and that would mean losing the older man in the process…not that he really had him to begin with. Sano just wished they could have met under different circumstances, and maybe things could have worked out between them. However, it seemed fate had different designs for him…wanted to break him. That is exactly what this job would do to him, break his heart and soul to pieces. Kenshin had warned him not to become too involved.

Sano wondered how he could not become involved with the lupine cop.

Saitou was a plethora of ambiguities and contradictions. There was a barely discernable vulnerability in Saitou’s strength and standoffishness…a sense of self-preservation. The older man had been hurt…deeply. Sano wanted to protect him from having to feel that pain of the betrayal yet again, but he would find himself hurting that strong, impossibly selfless man himself. He hated himself for it.

“Okay, Sano, you can do this…”


“Hey Saitou,” Chou whispered from the shadows of the parking garage of Saitou’s apartment building.

“Chou, I do know you are there, so quit hiding like a pussy and tell me what you want. I’m fucking tired.” The blonde man stepped from his hiding spot and looked around carefully. Had Saitou not been so tired, he probably would have found the other man’s paranoia amusing, but, at this ungodly hour, he found it annoying.

“I have some bad news, boss,” Chou paused for a moment as if to consider his words carefully.

“Well, out with, imbecile. I haven’t all morning,” Saitou growled. He was hungry, he was tired, and he was sexually frustrated, dammit.

“We have a leak in our department. It is very likely that your cover has been blown from the very beginning and someone is trying to set you up. I think we should tell the boss we’re pulling out before you get yourself killed.” For once, Chou’s flippant attitude was replaced with a calm, level-headed seriousness never previously displayed by the blonde. It was enough to make Saitou worry. This situation was, indeed, very grave and had to be dealt with very delicately.

“Any idea who the traitor might be?” Saitou mentally started going through the list of people that knew he was here on assignment. Any one of them could hate him enough to reveal his identity in order to get him killed.

“Not a clue, that’s the problem. We need to write this assignment off as a bust and get out of here unless you want to get yourself killed. We can leave as soon as you get your stuff together.” Chou started walking toward the entrance of the apartment complex, but Saitou grabbed his shoulder and stopped him.

“We are not going anywhere, Chou. We are going to stay where we are and find out who wants me dead so badly.” Saitou held up a hand as the blonde opened his mouth in preparation of an argument. “No, don’t say a word. Just go back to your hotel and wait for my orders. I’m not going to let some coward prevent me from doing my job.”

“Are you nuts? Someone we work with wants you dead and handed you to a bunch of gang bangers, drug-lords and gun runners on a silver platter complete with a gilded invitation. It would be stupid to stay right now.” The blonde’s concern was almost flattering, if the older man cared about such things.

“Chou, take a moment to breathe and think. If we pull out now, this asshole will know we are on to them, which will make things much worse, future operations more dangerous. The best course of action is to continue on like we have no idea about the leak and hope to draw him out. It shouldn’t take much longer since my cover has been blown.” The look on Chou’s face expressed that he was weighing Saitou’s decision very carefully.

“While I get what you are saying, but you have to realize that most people have a natural instinct for self-preservation. It always kicks in eventually. It might do you some good to tuck tail and run for once. Your health insurance will thank you, I’m sure.” Saitou snorted at Chou’s smart-assed little remark.

“I’m not going anywhere. Get used to it.” Saitou walked off, setting the alarm on his car as he disappeared into the apartment building.



Chou waited until the older man was out of sight before pulling out his cell phone and dialing a familiar phone number.

“This is Chou. You were right…he’s going to make himself an easy target. He refuses to back out.” A pause. “I just told you he was going to stay, no matter if he gets himself killed.” A longer pause.

“Don’t worry. Two weeks will be plenty of time to get things taken care of. He won’t even know what hit him. Let’s just hope the kid is as good as he says he is. Later.” Chou disconnected the call with an evil grin on his lips and a devilish gleam in his eyes. Things were about to get very exciting.


Saitou walked down the hall, head bent and deep in thought. He wondered, again, who the traitor was that blew his cover. He had been exposed the entire time. That meant his enemy was smart and biding his time, waiting for Saitou to drop his guard before making a move. At least Saitou could be alert and prepared for the attack. Once he found out who the rat was…well, they had better pray for Hell, because it would be heaven in comparison to what he was capable of doing to them.

Saitou looked up as he approached the door to his apartment and received, what he grudgingly admitted, a pleasant surprise. A half-dressed Zanza had one shoulder leaned against his door with his back turned. The kid was shifting almost nervously and mumbling to himself about something. He looked absolutely delicious and Saitou was in just the right mood to allow for a distraction, especially if that distraction came in the form of Zanza.

Saitou decided that a silent approach would be best. Silently, he crept up behind the younger man and Saitou was able to get close enough to smell the food tucked away in the white paper bag and the slight, sexy scent of Zanza’s shampoo. He could feel himself become hard instantly. He knew at that moment that he was going to do something so very irresponsible and uncharacteristic…he was going to blur the lines of personal and professional…he was going to get romantically involved with his assignment.

“Hello, ahou…”


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