White Crane's Shadow

"Gin… toki?"

"Yeah?"

"Wa… Water…"

"Right." Gintoki got up to fetch Hijikata a drink.

It was the middle of the night. Hijikata was awake the whole time, gasping and suppressing moans, and Gintoki, of course, didn't sleep a wink either. He was still angry about what happened, so he wouldn't have slept, even if he didn't have to watch over Hijikata.

"Here." He came back with a glass of water, as requested, and kneeled next to Hijikata. "Can you sit?"

Hijikata didn't answer, he just stared at the glass, panting heavily. Gintoki sighed and attempted to help Hijikata to sit up so that he could at least take a sip. Vainly, Hijikata was practically unable to move on his own. "Help… me," he breathed out, looking at the silvernette, his eyes glazed.

"Okay, don't blame me for this," Gintoki pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing, then he took a mouthful of water and leaned down.

"Bas… tard, th…at's embarrassin'…" Hijikata protested, but since he couldn't resist physically, Gintoki's lips fused with his. He gulped down the cold water, and as the silvernette backed away, he took a sharp breath. "A… a lil' more," he pleaded. He was thirsty, desperately thirsty and would do anything to sense the cooling feeling again.

"Right-o," Gintoki did the same as before, letting his patient drink a bit more. This time, though, as he wanted to sit up straight, he found out Hijikata's hand is shakily clutching his yukata. "H-Hey, your hand is kinda…"

"Gin… Gintoki," Hijikata was staring at him, a different kind of thirst in his eyes.

"No. Nonono. If I do what you want, you'll kill me after you recover," Gintoki grabbed his wrist firmly.

"I… diot. My head's… clear. I'll… I'll even… pay, so… help… me…" Hijikata's eyes stared at Gintoki intensely, as he was still clutching the Yorozuya's yukata, quick pants escaping through his parted lips, bangs sticking to his forehead with sweat of which Gintoki could see drop after drop rolling down the vice-commander's skin. Suddenly, he regretted he helped Hijikata undress.

"Promise?" he said, looking at Hijikata. "Promise that no matter what I do, you won't make me eat my own balls after you're alright?"

"Y… Yeah," Hijikata breathed out. "Just… help." Gintoki's eyebrows furrowed. "I'm taking you to the bathroom first," he said. When he lifted the vice-commander off the ground, he heard a silent whimper, but he didn't comment on it. He put the already naked Hijikata in the shower and started washing him. Inside out. Hijikata almost came during that several times, but since it was just almost, Gintoki considered it a good sign, that the drug was finally wearing off. The whole time, he was stuttering silent curses directed at Gintoki, the Amanto, the drug in his body and the whole world.

Returning to his room, he gently put Hijikata back onto the futon. Toshi was a wreck, shaking feverishly, gasping for air, his dick stiff and hard, constantly leaking all over his lower stomach. He knew he was a wreck, and he didn't even care. As opposed to the last time he was in Gintoki's room, he didn't mind his nudity, he just wanted that terrifying feeling of being this aroused to stop already.

Gintoki started taking his clothes off. He didn't do so before, so they were wet, but he didn't seem to care, dropping them onto the floor piece by piece. Hijikata watched the silver moonlight glisten on Gintoki's pallid, damp skin, contouring every muscle, as Gintoki moved around. It seemed somewhat appropriate for the Yorozuya to bathe in the light of the moon, it made him look much more attractive than what he looked like in the daylight. At the moment, as he knelt over Hijikata, there were no signs of the usual lazy slob who lived above Otose's snack shop.

He gasped when Gintoki ran his hand over his skin. Immediately, goose-bumps started appearing all over him and his heartbeat, already pretty rapid, quickened even more. He realised he was shivering, and that it wasn't just because of the stupid Amanto drug. He was trembling with anticipation, he wanted to feel that bastard's touch more than ever. Somewhere, deep down underneath all the layers of sound reason, he felt a little thankful for the state he was in. If that with the Amanto hadn't happened, he'd likely never come looking for the services Gintoki'd offered. It wasn't what he wanted from the Yorozuya, it wasn't what he wished for, but it was certainly much more than what he'd ever dared to hope for. Even last time, he would never have expected anything like that to happen.

He inhaled shakily when Gintoki's hand reached his crotch. He felt the fire burning in his gut convulse into the touch. The Yorozuya's face couldn't be seen as it was hidden in the shades, and Hijikata was glad it was so. Closing his eyes, he gave himself completely at Gintoki's mercy, for there was nothing else he could do. Not like he would be able to play an active part in that under normal circumstances anyway; he was more likely to die of embarrassment.

Gintoki's hand wrapped around his cock firmly and his whole body tensed up at that sensation. It took just a few suspiciously experienced moves of Gintoki's wrist and he came, his hard-on still standing proud in his everlasting shame. The silvernette hadn't batted an eyelash and continued silently, focused on the mess in his hands Hijikata had been reduced to.

Although it was his hidden desire to touch and be touched, to feel Gintoki's milky skin under his fingertips and to lean into Gintoki's embrace, he was never going to tell anyone; it was a secret he was going to take into his grave one day, that he had fallen for a man despite being one himself. It was like a curse. He couldn't possibly tell anyone, let alone the person in question. Obviously, he would become a laughing stock for the whole stinking Kabuki if he were to say something so ridiculous. And… for some reason, Gintoki didn't seem like he'd keep it to himself.

He'd lost track of how many times he'd come. Gintoki was doing his job well, no doubt, but it wasn't enough. Blame the drug – or at least Hijikata wholly blamed the drug – but, fuck, just…!

"Yoro… zuya…"

"Hm?" Gintoki stopped working Hijikata's dick. "Changed your mind?"

"N-No, but…" Toshi attempted to fill his burning lungs with oxygen. Vainly. "Ins… ide… feels we-weird…"

"Inside?" Gintoki hesitated briefly, then gently, but firmly pushed one of Hijikata's knees up. His fingers lightly grazed the puckered, twitching hole. "You want me… to put something in here?"

Hijikata didn't open his eyes, as a silent, breathless "Yeah" rolled down from his lips.

"Okay." Gintoki's hand quickly ran over the helpless Toshi's stomach, coating itself in certain fluids, then it slowly went back down and carefully prodded at Hijikata's entrance. The raven bit his lip, but didn't manage to suppress the loud moan that escaped through his nose when Gintoki pushed his digit in. The Yorozuya continued rubbing his patient's dick and gently massaged the inside of him, hoping to find that one spot. It didn't take him long and when his fingers brushed over it, Hijikata groaned in frustration as he came again.

It wasn't enough. It wasn't enough, not even nearly enough, it still was not bloody enough and Hijikata hated it. He hated feeling so helpless and so desperate, desperate for Gintoki's touch, more of it, all of it. Although the thought alone weirded him out not too long ago, now he was more than ready to bottom, to spread his legs for Gintoki – well, if he had any control over his body at the moment – and moan and pant like a little bitch. He wanted it, wanted him, felt being consumed and swept away by his inner desire.

"Gin…" he still didn't look. "More… gimme… more…" he attempted to take a deeper breath and it came out like a sob more than anything, "do… sumthin'. More."

"You sure?" he felt Gintoki's fingers – three by then – stop moving inside of him. "Y-Yea," he panted, his hand weakly reaching for Gintoki's wrist and clutching it. He was slowly regaining his muscle power, but he still felt weak and… in need of Gintoki's assistance. When the silvernette pulled his fingers out, he whimpered, biting his lip again.

Something different touched his entrance and he didn't have to think twice to know what this hot thing was. Just the thought of it went straight into his cock and his hips moved by themselves before Gintoki started pushing himself in, slowly and carefully so that it wouldn't hurt. It wasn't necessary, Hijikata was already all loose and relaxed, but he appreciated it greatly anyway. Especially since hadn't Gintoki come to his rescue, he would have been being humiliated, abused and filmed for the whole world to see. Instead, he was in the caring, careful hands of the man he secretly longed for. Considering his misfortune, he got pretty lucky in the end.

A moan escaped through his clenched teeth when Gintoki deemed it okay to move. His mouth wouldn't listen to him, he was not able to hold back any of the sounds he made, and although he thought he wasn't exceptionally loud, he couldn't be sure, being high on pleasure.

His eyes cracked a bit open and he could see Gintoki's silhouette. The silvernette was looming over him, hands on either side of Hijikata, and occasional sweat drops rolled down his pallid skin like pearls, filling Hijikata's lungs with the scent of another man.

At one point, Hijikata caught a glimpse of Gintoki's face. Immediate regret filled his heart; Gintoki's expression was serious, focused, remorseful and yet so angry, he was looking at Hijikata with sadness and pain in his eyes. Toshi felt his insides clench bitterly and suddenly was struck with the urge to vomit; there was no joy in that act. Even though it was neither his nor Gintoki's fault that it happened, he felt like he did something terrible to the silvernette. That he shouldn't have begged.

"Gin… toki…" he breathed the Yorozuya's name and reached his hand out weakly, eventually succeeding in wrapping his arms around Gintoki's neck and hugging him with all the strength he could muster. Just for the fleeting moment, while he was still able to blame it on the drug.