Twice the Debauchery
A Rurouni Kenshin Fan-Fiction
Synopsis: Two months into dating, Kenshin and Kaoru live deceptively mundane lives. Kaoru, 21 years old, studies at a high-ranking university in Tokyo as a music major. Kenshin, 32, is a successful and well-respected neurosurgeon at the local hospital. Despite their strong feelings for one another, both have been hiding a very big secret: they are both assassins working under adversarial syndicates. During their last assignment, they cross paths on opposite sides of the coin.
PART THREE: I KNOW YOU ARE, BUT WHAT AM I?
*RATED M FOR MATURE (CITRUSY ACTION AHEAD)
Kaoru: My booted heals rapped against the concrete floors of Tokyo with each hurried step I took. The air grew crisp with a stinging chill as autumn nestled in, the scenescape shifting from lush greenery to splashes of yellows and oranges. I glanced at my phone to check the time, ignoring the string of notifications from an impatient Misao – tsk, I was running late to our rendezvous.
I busted through the café doors with a tad too much gusto, drawing unwanted attention from nearby patrons. Catching a glimpse of a fidgety Misao at the corner table on the opposite side of the busy floor, I waded through the flustered servers and self-entitled guests. Intense glowering emeralds narrowed into slits in a castigating glare, though had an ironically comical effect.
"Sorry, I was running a little behind at the studio today." I stated half-heartedly – apologizing not exactly my forte.
"It's fine, so long as you pay." She plopped an elbow on the table and burrowed her chin in her palm, devilry dancing in her eyes.
"Deal." I reluctantly complied with a roll of my eyes.
"Before we get to business, spill the beans missy." She demanded, punctuated by a slam of her fists on the dining table. Misao had no sense of chill, that much was certain.
"Well, what do you want to know exactly?" I shifted in my seat, my gaze straying from her pleading eyes.
"What do I want to know?!" The volume of her voice hitched a few notches with each word she spoke. "Since I met you some ten years ago you haven't shown the slightest interest in the opposite sex. And now look at you! All teenage and love-struck like."
"I am not!" I barked out in defense. I feverishly sipped water through the straw from a glass that had grown slick with condensation, a nervous habit of mine.
She snickered at me in an openly mocking manner. "Jeez Kaoru, someone's touchy." She stuck a small pink tongue out. "Have you had sex with him yet?"
I nearly choked at her sudden bluntness, spitting out my water like a sprinkler onto the she-devil before me.
"Dammit, Kaoru!" She grabbed a napkin and proceeded to pat her face dry. "I take it he has still yet to deflower you."
"That, Makimachi, has nothing to do with you." I crossed my arms and turned my nose up to her in attempt to dissuade the back-flips my stomach was currently attempting. The truth was that I was uncertain and inexperienced, and the age gap between us intimidated me more than I'd like to admit. We had come close, but Kenshin was keen and respected me too much to cross any boundaries unless otherwise instigated by yours truly.
"When can I meet him?"
"After we get back from this assignment. Let's talk business now, Misao." The atmosphere quickly turned somber.
Kenshin: This would be the last job I took up before officially retiring, a conclusion I came to the day I met her. I deposited the small black envelope that contained the details of my next and final target in my shoulder bag before leaving headquarters. This was the first weekend we would be spending apart since we started dating, so we made dinner plans at my place tonight.
When I got home I showered up and got straight to cooking. She abstained from animal-based foods, so I made sure to prepare a purely vegetarian menu tonight: a vegetable fried rice, flat rice noodles, and dumplings. I enjoyed cooking and was often tempted by the idea of dropping my current profession as a doctor and pursuing culinary mastery.
In perfect synchronicity, there were three knocks on the front door just as I finished setting the table. I could sense another presence in accompany to Kaoru's, the muffled baritones of heated banter on the other side confirming so. As I clicked the locks open and swung open the door, the bickering immediately came to a halt, both straightening their posture and going stiff. A pretty sanguine singed Kaoru's cheeks in bashfulness. The small girl next to her smiled ear-to-ear in a mischievous kind of way.
"Kenshin, this is Misao, my friend." Misao pinched her on the side, a form of mutual communication between the two. "Best friend." Kaoru corrected.
"It's nice to meet you, Misao-dono. Will you be joining us?" I gesticulated with a slight bow and an upwards turn of my palm.
"It's great to finally meet you!" She exclaimed enthusiastically. "You're all Kaoru talks about these days, Doc." She snickered as Kaoru cleared her throat and glared daggers at her. The energy rolling off her was intense, and overflowed with a tacit threat that went ignored. "As much as I'd love to stay and chat, Kaoru has imminent plans to seduce you, so I'll let her get to that."
"Mi-SAO!" Kaoru snarled her name, stomping a petulant foot in frustration. "Don't pay her any mind, Kenshin. She's a dodo."
"Well, at least you aren't denying it." She scoffed in response. "I'll let you guys get to it then." She pulled a muttering Kaoru in for a tight embrace, winking at me over her shoulder. I couldn't help but chuckle at the comedic duo.
Kaoru: Despite making a fortune, Kenshin lived modestly and minimally. His home, though not small, wasn't large, and was heavily influenced by Zen design – from the architect to the sparing furniture that was coordinated notably. The aromas wafting from the dining room were mouth-watering; I didn't bother to mask my delight.
"It smells so good!" I relished in the scents of homemade food.
"I hope you like it." He stated softly, a tenderness swirling in the color of his eyes that made my chest tighten.
Thoughtful and delicious, the food he prepared was exquisite. I reveled in each bite I took, savoring the explosive taste that stimulated my pallet – to which he would chuckle in amusement at. I wasn't much of a cook myself, but I was one to appreciate superb food. He even made deep-fried chocolate coated bananas for dessert, bringing me to a food-climax. After dinner, we swigged on wine and talked frivolously.
"Your friend seemed interesting." He just so happened to state whilst I was sipping on the fermented beverage, causing me to choke for the second time today. This time I kept it in though, thank Kami.
"You can say that." I rejoined the moment I collected my barring's. Even in spirit, Misao had a way of stressing me out. "We've been good friends since our first year in high school."
"I like her. Looks like you'll be in good company this weekend."
"Yeah, it's going to be a long three days." I half groaned, mostly referring to the assignment that-shall-not-be mentioned.
After some half an hour later after talking each other's ears off, we headed to the living room to watch a scary movie. I was a big fan of horror films, not that I scared easily. I plopped into the foamy cushions of his couch – which was by far the most comfortable piece of furniture I ever had the pleasure of sitting on. After grabbing the appropriate remotes from the tv stand he took a seat next to me. The contact of our bodies sent warmth twisting through my limbs down to my toes, and when he turned to look at me I nearly flinched, my heart beating wildly.
"You ready?"
"Yes." I squeaked out, slightly flustered. Smooth Kaoru, very smooth.
Eventually, I mustered up enough courage to slacken against him, resting my head on his shoulder. His arm draped around me and stroked the grooves up my back muscles, the subtle kneading made me feel limp and relaxed. In a momentary surge of confidence and affection, I propped myself up to kiss his cheek, but instead, he turned his face as I leaned into him. His lips were soft against mine, warm, and inviting. Initially startled, his body stiffened, then relaxed against me. He moved his arm to wrap around my shoulder, cupping my face as he delved in for more. He kissed me fully, his taste like summer nectar. Our tongues danced in a sensual harmony, occasionally nipping and sucking on my lower lip. Irrepressible moans would slip from the back of my throat at the foreign sensations of his welcomed assault, which seemed to fuel him more.
"Kenshin –" I panted out in between a barrage of tenderness.
"Hm?" He half-managed as he continued to divulge in me.
"Let's go to your bed." The look in his eyes became animal-like, a devouring amber inflecting within the tender amethyst of his iris'.
Kenshin: The moment she spoke the words, something in brain snapped. I picked her up, flinging her over my shoulder and padded over to my bedroom. I splayed her onto my bed without a shred of restraint. Patiently, I had been waiting for her readiness. Now, I was starved, and at this point, nothing could abate my hunger for her.
Nestled between her legs, I hovered over her, kissing her with vigor and relishing in her sweet taste. Caressing the side of her face, I planted soft soppy kisses along the sensitive part of her neck, causing her to buck underneath me and moan my name. 'Kenshin.' She would pant out in pleasure, a subtle plead for more. Coy hands explored my body as I continued my assault, tentatively stopping at the hem of my shirt and tugging at the material in an unspoken demand.
In a fluid motion, I pulled my shirt off and tossed it carelessly to the side. For a moment in between, her eyes flickered across my physique in silent admiration. Her cheeks were flushed a rosy red, her raven tresses disheveled and splayed across the sheets like silk. I propped her up so that I could help undress her, pulling her sweater overhead and unclasping the bra that adorned her lavish breasts. She covered her chest with a reflexive meekness, averting her gaze from mine.
"You're beautiful, Kaoru." I rasped, my voice twined with a burning fervor for her. I tore her protective hands from the dunes of her chest and pinned them to the sides, revealing her fullness. I angled down to her soft mounds in play, flicking a taunt crescent of creamy caramel with my tongue. She yelped out in a haze of contentment, squirming beneath me and beckoning for more. As I continued to suckle and flick her pert buds with my tongue, I used my other hand to undo the zipper at her jeans, slipping my hand between her thighs and stroking the sensitive warmth in between.
"Please, Kenshin..." She begged out to me, the blues in her eyes churning with a foreign lust.
"Please, what?" I grunted out, wanting to hear her say it.
"I want all of you."
I took her in every sense of the word as my own that night. Kaoru was mine.
Got a bit heated there, didn't it? *_* I would have totally dived balls-deep but I will respect the law of the land here. On another note, I'm extending this fiction into four parts, I assure you the last chapter will be the grand-finally. I got a bit carried away here, but I feel as if the set up was necessary for what's to come next. Enjoy, and please let me know your thoughts in the form of a review, it'll tickle me pink!^-^