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This is my first story, please review and be kind. Sano and Kenshin, hopefully smut later, but will start with this. REVIEW!Sano stumbled down the street, very drunk and very angry at the rain that was making him cold. Why the hell did it have to rain? He had been having a perfectly good night, drinking away his troubles, earning a little money gambling, but the gods couldn't be happy with leaving him alone with that. Noooo, they had to go and make it rain, so when he fell over he got covered in mud. He felt like shit.
Kaoru had fallen asleep, leaving Kenshin alone to wait up for Sano. Yahiko never waited up, knowing that Sano didn't like company when he came back from his occasional nights of drinking. Kenshin always waited up, something felt wrong if he went to sleep not knowing all his people were all right. Kenshin got up and paced the room a couple times. He hated waiting, yet he seemed to do a lot of it. Bah, he thought to himself as he turned to go to his room. Sano can take care of himself. He paused at the doorframe. He would sleep badly if he went out like this. He was worried; Sano had been out longer than usual tonight. He pondered for a while before making up his mind. He walked toward the door, right out into the rain to find Sano.
Stumbling, covered in mud, and barely holding onto what he had won, Sano had finally reached the end of the city. Before him was a stretch of country, and then home. Strange how he had started calling the dojo that. He had his own house, but he barely spent any time there anymore. Wherever Kenshin was felt like home now. How his heart had skipped a beat when he had first seen the little red head. Sad that he had to fight him right after meeting him, he seemed like a good guy. But they were friends now and he cherished the time he spent with Kenshin. He had given up his fights because of the words Kenshin had said during their fight. Though Kenshin more than made up for it, finding battle after to battle to keep them occupied. Life near Kenshin was actually more interesting than his fighting days.
Kenshin was a fair way from the dojo when he realized that he should have brought an umbrella. He was soaked by now, not that he minded, but Sano, in his inebriated state, might need one. He was contemplating turning back for it when he saw a tall figure, slumped against the rain, lurching toward him. Sano! He rushed to catch the spiky haired friend of his as he fell. Despite Sano's weight, Kenshin was happy to be so close to him. He had had a crush on Sano for a long time, but had hid it by pretending to like Kaoru. He hoped Sano would like him that way, but he knew it was unrealistic. Sano was to manly to like him, short he may be, female he was not. He still hadn't gotten over how much time Sano spent at the dojo, supposedly watching to see if he kept his word about saving people. That period of distrust had long past, he could only daydream that Sano was there to be near him.
Sano felt Kenshin helping him to the dojo. Secretly he smiled. Good thing he reeked of alcohol or Kenshin wouldn't have helped him home. Mmmm, the red head smelled so good. Like steel, sword oil, and fragrant wood. To Sano, it was the best smell in the world, something he would never get tired of inhaling.
With Kenshin's help, Sano made it in the door and out of the rain.
"You are so cold, we've gotta get you out of those wet clothes." Kenshin said, fingers fumbling with the soggy cloth.
"You're soaked too, silly. You'll catch a cold. Dumb red head." Sano felt very proud for creating a coherent sentence. He caught Kenshin's hand. "You shouldn't worry so much; some of us can take care of ourselves."
"But this one wants to take care of you. This one doesn't mind the cold so much." He blushed and hoped Sano had missed his confession. But Sano had and blushed too, feeling warmer and not because of the alcohol.
Sano undid Kenshin's sash and pushed the kimono off his shoulders to reveal his delicate but muscled frame. Perfection in Sano's eyes.
Kenshin blushed more but didn't pull the kimono further on. He reached up and pulled the jacket off of Sano and felt its water logged weight slip to the floor.
Still a little drunk, Sano leaned down and captured the read head's lips in a kiss. Quickly he pulled away, utterly embarrassed. He turned to go to his room, but Kenshin caught his hand.
"I don't mind, I like being taken care of too." Sano turned and Kenshin kissed him, neither pulled away this time as everything around them dissolved. Nothing mattered but each other. Their cold skin heated as it touched the other's. Sano was intoxicated, but there was no sake in it this time.