Okayz, many apologies on the inconvenience. Yeah, the chapter was short,
but not that short. I was really upset and prayed that the entire chapter
minus the last sentence, wasn't completely deleted.I tried to login to
correct the problem last month, but I couldn't login. -_-;; I tried 39
times and it didn't work. I've been out of state for the past 3 weeks and I
just got back an hour ago. I tried one last time and I found my mistake. I
was using the wrong e-mail address!!! Grrrr..but anyway let's keep our
fingers crossed and hope this will work.Wah!!! THE PERIOD KEY JUST FELL OFF
MY KEYBOARD!!! AAAHHH THERE GOES THE SHIFT KEY!!! lucky I've got
two.anyway, enjoy the chapter.ahhh fixed it.okay nevermind. chang of plans,
everybody! I'm just gonna add chapter two to chapter three and make it the
new, longer, better, chapter two. I hope this works.
Confusion
'I wonder what's taking Kenshin so long.' Sano leaned back against the pole
and sighed. 'No one was up last night; I could've taken him.' His face
stained a deep crimson as sinful thoughts entered his mind. 'Oh well. It
doesn't seem like he's going anywhere anytime soon, so I'll wait. He
doesn't need to know about my feelings for him yet. I don't want to risk
losing our friendship.'
"Sano! Why don't you ever help us with chores!?" Sano jumped and nearly smacked his head on the ceiling. ~*~
With shaky hands, Kenshin dried himself off and pulled on his clothes. 'I mustn't worry the others, that I won't.' Throwing open the door, he stepped outside and sat down beside Sano. His dripping hair hanging from his head in bloody spikes.
"I must speak with you later, Sano." The taller fighter blinked in surprise.
"Why not right now?" He asked. Kenshin didn't answer, but stared solemnly at the ground in front of them. After a brief moment, he nodded. "Alright, I understand." Sano continued to stare at the drenched samurai before him. His narrowed violet eyes were downcast, as if deep in thought, and his bangs hung in his face, partially hiding the cross-shaped scar from view. The former fighter for hire fisted his hands at his sides. How he wanted to reach out and embrace the slighter warrior. He seemed so distant and somewhat upset over something. 'I wonder what he's thinking about.' It must be something important, because he seems really out of it.' The minutes ticked by slowly, and neither man moved. As Kenshin's hair dried, it fell into his eyes, casting his face into a dismal shadow. Suddenly, Sano reached out a hand and brushed a few strands of soft hair behind Kenshin's ear.
"Sano?" Kenshin's eyes widened and he regarded the taller man carefully. Their eyes locked and Kenshin's face flushed a dark pink. Catching himself, Sano jerked back his hand and averted his gaze elsewhere. He coughed.
"Uhm.sorry. I didn't mean to do that."
"Did you?" Kenshin felt his heart breaking. Sano was caught by surprise. He hadn't imagined that reaction. "Well.um.I.dunno." Kenshin paused for a second, then gently took Sano's hand.
"Please, come with me." He stood, pulling Sano with him and began to lead him away from the Kamiya dojo. ~*~
"Leaving?!" Sano took a step back, unable to contain his astonishment. "Why?" Kenshin paused for moment once more, not knowing how to respond. Sano blinked the tears from his chocolate brown eyes.
"I need time to think.I've got too much on my mind. And besides, all of Tokyo could be in danger. Please be patient." Sano frowned.
"You're going with HIM, aren't you?" He growled hoarsely, near-sobs choking his words. Kenshin felt a wave of sickness wash over him.
"You don't understand. I don't have a choice. I can't stay here while innocent people are going to die."
"You love him?" The battousai's gaze shot up abruptly.
"What?!"
"Do you love him? It's a simple question." Sano's voice held no emotion as he stared up at the fluffy clouds hovering above their heads. Kenshin's gaze dropped downward.
".Shirimasen." An awkward moment.
"Do you love me?"
".Shirimasen."
"Well, go ahead, then. But let me tell you something that I know." Sano turned to Kenshin.
"I know I love you." ~*~
Kenshin had disappeared and Kaoru searched the entire premises of the Kamiya dojo. All was empty, save for her and Yahiko.
"Yahiko, did Kenshin say where he and Sanosuke were going?" Yahiko shook his head.
"Nope," he answered. She was about to go back inside, when she heard footsteps outside. She turned and saw Sanosuke trudging up to the dojo.
"Sanosuke! Where's Kenshin!?" she called worriedly. He didn't seem to hear her as he brushed past her. "Sanosuke? Doushimashitaka?" He turned to her and whispered softly.
"I'll be back later." Kaoru jogged after him, confused. "Hey! Wait a minute! Where are you going?!" But he had already disappeared. She sighed. 'Well, I should probably put away anything fragile. I have a feeling he'll be pretty drunk when he gets back.' ~*~ Author's note: this is where Sano just comes out of that dude's place. You know, that guy who gave him the bombs? Katsu? Okay.Have fun. ~*~ Sano placed the explosives into his pocket, and stepped outside. He suddenly was aware of a shadow on the wall opposite to them. "Who's there?!" he snapped. Out of the darkness, Saito smirked. "You!" Saito's sadistic smile faded and he stared at Sano reproachfully. He tilted his head arrogantly and flicked the cigarette from his mouth, grinding the smoldering object beneath his heel. His face hardened into a mask of stone and seriousness. "Stay away from the Battousai," Authoress: Well, hello! And welcome to chapter three! Malik: She doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Authoress: //sweatdrop// Wait a minute.weren't you supposed to say that two fics ago? Malik: I didn't know my lines. Authoress: //smacks forehead// Okay anyway. Seto: She doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Authoress: Stop it! This isn't a Yu-Gi-Oh! fic! Pegasus: But you don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Authoress: I know that. Seto: So if you don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!, then why are you yelling at us? Authoress. Because, this isn't a Yu-Gi-Oh! fic. //sees an opportunity// Oh yeah! While we're on the subject, all my loving, adoring fans.. Aoshi: Oh great, here it comes. Authoress: Check out my other soon to be posted stories, like My Pet Puppy, and Tainted! Aoshi: She doesn't own Rurouni Kenshin. Authoress: Yes, that's right. Thank you, Aoshi. Seto: Albatross! Authoress: Oh, shut up! Anyway, before we start, just a warning.limey/lemony stuff in the later parts of this chapter. SaitoXKenshin.
Chapter 3
Confusion
"Stay away from the Battousai." Sano snarled in a rage. He felt his insides burning with fury and he wanted to fly at the arrogant man in front of him. "I know that he has made his decision and before we return, I shall have him utterly to myself." Sano was so incensed, his fists were shaking, and ribbons of blood leaked from his hands. "How dare you tell me such a thing?" Sano spoke clearly, slowly. "Kenshin doesn't belong to you. I will do as I please." A thought struck him. "In fact, maybe I'll come with Kenshin. I'll help him." Saito frowned. "You may think your strength is great, but compared to those of the war, you're nothing. Don't forget, we're also going to fight Shishio. You'll only serve as a weakness to the Battousai. You'll only hold him back." Saito's words razed Sano's pride and confidence and threw him into a state of uncontrollable resentment. Taking a step back, he pulled his arm back and flew at the tall police officer. With a cry, his blow connected. Smirking, Sano looked up, expecting Saito to be doubled over in pain. Instead, he saw him standing, unfazed, in the exact position he had been in previously. "What?" Sano gasped, astonished. "I told you. You will never be anything more to the Battousai than a weakness." Sano leapt again, and he fought with all that he had. Saito, though, appeared to be moving effortlessly. Within a moment, Sano was sprawled on the ground, chest heaving. Pain raced through his injured shoulder, even though Saito had not touched it. Blood seeped through the white cloth of his shirt and sweat glistened off his heated skin. Without a word, Saito flashed a triumphant smirk in Sanosuke's direction and wandered off. 'Dammit. How could this happen?' He pondered on his defeat, never moving from his position on the ground. He stared up at the cloudless sky, clear as Kenshin's violet eyes. He blushed when his thoughts turned to the red- haired samurai. 'He's leaving. I might never see him again. He's going with Saito, and I'll never have him.' Suddenly, Sano sat up with a start. 'I'm not going to waste my time here.I'm going to train.I'm going to train until I'm not Kenshin's weakness. I'll be his strength. I'll protect him.I'll help him.I'm going with him.I love him.'
~*~ Author's Note: Okay, this is now after the mushy gooshy part when Kenshin tells Kaoru good-bye. Bleh. We won't be seeing much (if any) of her anymore. This story IS about Kenshin, Saito, and Sano. So, they're now on their way, and this is where things start to get interesting!
~*~
Kenshin plodded down the back-roads of Japan, through villages and towns sleeping where he could and eating what he found. It was a bit refreshing to be a wanderer again. He missed the freedom and such. The short warrior had almost forgotten what it was like. He smiled to himself, but it wasn't a smile of happiness or contentment. It was a bitter smile of a newfound irony. It hurt him, yet amused him at the same time. He had curtly declined Saito's offer to travel with him. He preferred to take the back-roads, wanting to enjoy the beauty of the scenery. He could sense the disappointment in the taller one's voice and, while he couldn't understand why, it hurt him to see the sadness and rejection in his eyes. Gazing around at the townsfolk, he suddenly longed for a traveling companion. The locals cringed and whispered amongst each other, gaping and pointing at his sword that was tied to his hakama. He had chosen to display it in order to ward off anyone who thought to come near. He didn't want to intermingle and involve anyone he met on the way.
Now that he thought about it, he was slightly glad he decided to travel alone. It gave him a quiet, peaceful way to think. He hadn't gotten a chance to since this whole mess started. Why would Saito have feelings for him? Was it a trick to get him to feel intimidated around him? Was it to throw him into confusion as he was now? Or maybe he really did love him.
"Do you love him?"
Sano's question rang in his head like a broken record. It echoed mercilessly, no matter how hard Kenshin tried to block it out. Did he love Saito? Perhaps. But what of his feelings for Sano? Could he just dismiss his friend like that? Yes, he admitted it. He loved Sano. His fiery, in- your-face personality burned itself into his heart. It sparked something wistful inside the Battousai. Although quick to a fight, Sano had a sort of child-like manner about him. He was stubborn about getting his way and when he had his mind set upon something, he was impossible to deter. He was built slender and fairly tall, but he had a body of steel. He had seen Sano when they went on trips to the bathhouse, and Kenshin was never disappointed. Every curve of his body, rippled with pure muscle. He fascinated Kenshin.
But there was something alluring about Saito. He had a mysterious, sensual aura that radiated off of him and made Kenshin's body shake with lust. He usually saw the police officer at night, but is seemed to suit him. He wore darkness like a cloak and the moonlight like a silvery veil, cast across his skin. And when he spoke to him, eyes diverted, the pale beams hit his flesh in such a way, that Kenshin's breath caught in his throat and Saito, if only for a moment, possessed the ethereal beauty of a fallen angel. Such darkness that he wanted to taint his entire body with, like strong liquor.
But much like strong liquor, too much wasn't very healthy and could very well kill you if you weren't careful. He shook his head of the impending thoughts and stopped his gliding pace, and dropped his head hopelessly. Kenshin's ears pricked up and he turned to glare behind him. 'Well, speak of the devil.'
"Hn.were you thinking of me, Battousai?" Saito smirked. Kenshin mirrored his expression and lowered his eyes.
"Something like that." There was a gentle silence and they simply stared at each other uncertainly.
"Care to walk with me?" Saito's voice ripped into Kenshin's thoughts and before he even realized what he was doing, he was striding to keep up with the long-legged police officer. No words were spoken the entire time, the only sounds was the crunching of their shoes against the parched ground. Night crouched slowly and the sun sank lower and lower into the hills. The moon was shimmering brightly down on them in no time and they debated on whether they should stop for the night or keep onward. Eventually, when the moon reached its peak, fatigue got the better of them. The duo entered dense forest and after wandering aimlessly for a great while, they dropped tiredly to the grass. Not moving an inch from his spot, the red-haired samurai turned on his back and drifted off to sleep.
As he slept, he was aware of the sound of grass being disturbed around him. He suddenly felt very warm and somewhat, protected? Reluctantly, he opened his eyes and found himself staring eye to eye with the tall police officer.
"Saito!" Kenshin attempted to sit up, but Saito placed a long, slender hand to his chest and pressed him back into the grass. Kenshin tried again, until he felt Saito hold a finger against his lover's parted lips.
"Battousai." His voice was deep and lustful, falling upon Kenshin's ears like thick honey, blocking out any other sound except for the breathing of the man before him. ".I want you.And I'm going to take you.right now." Without giving Kenshin even a second to comprehend his words, all of Saito's restrain broke loose and he poured all of his desire into a desperate, passionate kiss. Kenshin could feel his lips bruising from the forceful contact, but did nothing to resist. After a second of shock, he began responding to Saito's administrations and before long, was lost hopelessly in that kiss. Any thought of Sano left him and he was only aware of the burning dark-haired man. Saito pulled back for air and impatiently pulled of his gloves. When his hands were free, he undid the sash at Kenshin's waist and flung his magenta kimono aside. He embraced the lithe samurai and pressed his fingertips into his back. Kenshin, unaware of his present actions, began to unbutton Saito's jacket and in few seconds, the blue coat joined the kimono on the ground. In a moment, a discarded white shirt followed. Their bare chests pressed together, and they writhed lustfully, desire consuming every part of their feverish bodies.
Saito gasped at the sensations racing throughout his flesh. He felt he would explode if the half-naked samurai didn't stop grinding his hips against him like that. Kenshin's body was stained a slight pink color and his small frame trembled with pleasure. Every touch, every contact, every hot breath that brushed his neck. Saito was driving him insane. He forced his hips even harder against Saito, attempting to relieve the intense pressure beneath his white hakama. The thought was obviously mutual; within seconds both were completely bare. The moon was half-hidden behind darkened clouds and it barely illuminated the forest around them. It's pale light glimmered off the thin sheen of sweat draped across both forms, entangled passionately in the grass.
Saito's breathing was heavy and he felt such a wanting for the other. With a growl, he pinned Kenshin's wrists above his head and devoured his throat, trailing his tongue across the smooth skin. Kenshin suddenly felt extremely vulnerable beneath his rival, but oddly it only served to fuel his excitement. Moaning, he pulled his head back, exposing he throat to Saito, who compliantly began to bite into the tender flesh. Kenshin jolted each time Saito's teeth raked over his neck and shoulders.
"Ah.Saito.please." Kenshin begged, grinding their lengths together for emphasis. The sight of the Battousai so responsive to his actions made Saito want to cry out victoriously. Slowly, torturously slow, Saito trailed his fingers from Kenshin's back, around his waist, up his stomach and chest and onto his awaiting lips. His fingers lingered there, hesitantly. Kenshin, growing evermore impatient grabbed Saito's wrist and took his fingers into his hot mouth. Saito gasped and his whole body shuddered, deliciously. Kenshin groaned and pulled his rival's fingers deeper into his throat, sucking fervently. Finally, Saito reluctantly pulled his fingers free and placed them just at Kenshin's tight entrance. TBC. Hnnn.this story is such a headache.Why won't it upload my chapters? T_T By
now no one wants to read my story.*sob*
"Sano! Why don't you ever help us with chores!?" Sano jumped and nearly smacked his head on the ceiling. ~*~
With shaky hands, Kenshin dried himself off and pulled on his clothes. 'I mustn't worry the others, that I won't.' Throwing open the door, he stepped outside and sat down beside Sano. His dripping hair hanging from his head in bloody spikes.
"I must speak with you later, Sano." The taller fighter blinked in surprise.
"Why not right now?" He asked. Kenshin didn't answer, but stared solemnly at the ground in front of them. After a brief moment, he nodded. "Alright, I understand." Sano continued to stare at the drenched samurai before him. His narrowed violet eyes were downcast, as if deep in thought, and his bangs hung in his face, partially hiding the cross-shaped scar from view. The former fighter for hire fisted his hands at his sides. How he wanted to reach out and embrace the slighter warrior. He seemed so distant and somewhat upset over something. 'I wonder what he's thinking about.' It must be something important, because he seems really out of it.' The minutes ticked by slowly, and neither man moved. As Kenshin's hair dried, it fell into his eyes, casting his face into a dismal shadow. Suddenly, Sano reached out a hand and brushed a few strands of soft hair behind Kenshin's ear.
"Sano?" Kenshin's eyes widened and he regarded the taller man carefully. Their eyes locked and Kenshin's face flushed a dark pink. Catching himself, Sano jerked back his hand and averted his gaze elsewhere. He coughed.
"Uhm.sorry. I didn't mean to do that."
"Did you?" Kenshin felt his heart breaking. Sano was caught by surprise. He hadn't imagined that reaction. "Well.um.I.dunno." Kenshin paused for a second, then gently took Sano's hand.
"Please, come with me." He stood, pulling Sano with him and began to lead him away from the Kamiya dojo. ~*~
"Leaving?!" Sano took a step back, unable to contain his astonishment. "Why?" Kenshin paused for moment once more, not knowing how to respond. Sano blinked the tears from his chocolate brown eyes.
"I need time to think.I've got too much on my mind. And besides, all of Tokyo could be in danger. Please be patient." Sano frowned.
"You're going with HIM, aren't you?" He growled hoarsely, near-sobs choking his words. Kenshin felt a wave of sickness wash over him.
"You don't understand. I don't have a choice. I can't stay here while innocent people are going to die."
"You love him?" The battousai's gaze shot up abruptly.
"What?!"
"Do you love him? It's a simple question." Sano's voice held no emotion as he stared up at the fluffy clouds hovering above their heads. Kenshin's gaze dropped downward.
".Shirimasen." An awkward moment.
"Do you love me?"
".Shirimasen."
"Well, go ahead, then. But let me tell you something that I know." Sano turned to Kenshin.
"I know I love you." ~*~
Kenshin had disappeared and Kaoru searched the entire premises of the Kamiya dojo. All was empty, save for her and Yahiko.
"Yahiko, did Kenshin say where he and Sanosuke were going?" Yahiko shook his head.
"Nope," he answered. She was about to go back inside, when she heard footsteps outside. She turned and saw Sanosuke trudging up to the dojo.
"Sanosuke! Where's Kenshin!?" she called worriedly. He didn't seem to hear her as he brushed past her. "Sanosuke? Doushimashitaka?" He turned to her and whispered softly.
"I'll be back later." Kaoru jogged after him, confused. "Hey! Wait a minute! Where are you going?!" But he had already disappeared. She sighed. 'Well, I should probably put away anything fragile. I have a feeling he'll be pretty drunk when he gets back.' ~*~ Author's note: this is where Sano just comes out of that dude's place. You know, that guy who gave him the bombs? Katsu? Okay.Have fun. ~*~ Sano placed the explosives into his pocket, and stepped outside. He suddenly was aware of a shadow on the wall opposite to them. "Who's there?!" he snapped. Out of the darkness, Saito smirked. "You!" Saito's sadistic smile faded and he stared at Sano reproachfully. He tilted his head arrogantly and flicked the cigarette from his mouth, grinding the smoldering object beneath his heel. His face hardened into a mask of stone and seriousness. "Stay away from the Battousai," Authoress: Well, hello! And welcome to chapter three! Malik: She doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Authoress: //sweatdrop// Wait a minute.weren't you supposed to say that two fics ago? Malik: I didn't know my lines. Authoress: //smacks forehead// Okay anyway. Seto: She doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Authoress: Stop it! This isn't a Yu-Gi-Oh! fic! Pegasus: But you don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Authoress: I know that. Seto: So if you don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!, then why are you yelling at us? Authoress. Because, this isn't a Yu-Gi-Oh! fic. //sees an opportunity// Oh yeah! While we're on the subject, all my loving, adoring fans.. Aoshi: Oh great, here it comes. Authoress: Check out my other soon to be posted stories, like My Pet Puppy, and Tainted! Aoshi: She doesn't own Rurouni Kenshin. Authoress: Yes, that's right. Thank you, Aoshi. Seto: Albatross! Authoress: Oh, shut up! Anyway, before we start, just a warning.limey/lemony stuff in the later parts of this chapter. SaitoXKenshin.
Chapter 3
Confusion
"Stay away from the Battousai." Sano snarled in a rage. He felt his insides burning with fury and he wanted to fly at the arrogant man in front of him. "I know that he has made his decision and before we return, I shall have him utterly to myself." Sano was so incensed, his fists were shaking, and ribbons of blood leaked from his hands. "How dare you tell me such a thing?" Sano spoke clearly, slowly. "Kenshin doesn't belong to you. I will do as I please." A thought struck him. "In fact, maybe I'll come with Kenshin. I'll help him." Saito frowned. "You may think your strength is great, but compared to those of the war, you're nothing. Don't forget, we're also going to fight Shishio. You'll only serve as a weakness to the Battousai. You'll only hold him back." Saito's words razed Sano's pride and confidence and threw him into a state of uncontrollable resentment. Taking a step back, he pulled his arm back and flew at the tall police officer. With a cry, his blow connected. Smirking, Sano looked up, expecting Saito to be doubled over in pain. Instead, he saw him standing, unfazed, in the exact position he had been in previously. "What?" Sano gasped, astonished. "I told you. You will never be anything more to the Battousai than a weakness." Sano leapt again, and he fought with all that he had. Saito, though, appeared to be moving effortlessly. Within a moment, Sano was sprawled on the ground, chest heaving. Pain raced through his injured shoulder, even though Saito had not touched it. Blood seeped through the white cloth of his shirt and sweat glistened off his heated skin. Without a word, Saito flashed a triumphant smirk in Sanosuke's direction and wandered off. 'Dammit. How could this happen?' He pondered on his defeat, never moving from his position on the ground. He stared up at the cloudless sky, clear as Kenshin's violet eyes. He blushed when his thoughts turned to the red- haired samurai. 'He's leaving. I might never see him again. He's going with Saito, and I'll never have him.' Suddenly, Sano sat up with a start. 'I'm not going to waste my time here.I'm going to train.I'm going to train until I'm not Kenshin's weakness. I'll be his strength. I'll protect him.I'll help him.I'm going with him.I love him.'
~*~ Author's Note: Okay, this is now after the mushy gooshy part when Kenshin tells Kaoru good-bye. Bleh. We won't be seeing much (if any) of her anymore. This story IS about Kenshin, Saito, and Sano. So, they're now on their way, and this is where things start to get interesting!
~*~
Kenshin plodded down the back-roads of Japan, through villages and towns sleeping where he could and eating what he found. It was a bit refreshing to be a wanderer again. He missed the freedom and such. The short warrior had almost forgotten what it was like. He smiled to himself, but it wasn't a smile of happiness or contentment. It was a bitter smile of a newfound irony. It hurt him, yet amused him at the same time. He had curtly declined Saito's offer to travel with him. He preferred to take the back-roads, wanting to enjoy the beauty of the scenery. He could sense the disappointment in the taller one's voice and, while he couldn't understand why, it hurt him to see the sadness and rejection in his eyes. Gazing around at the townsfolk, he suddenly longed for a traveling companion. The locals cringed and whispered amongst each other, gaping and pointing at his sword that was tied to his hakama. He had chosen to display it in order to ward off anyone who thought to come near. He didn't want to intermingle and involve anyone he met on the way.
Now that he thought about it, he was slightly glad he decided to travel alone. It gave him a quiet, peaceful way to think. He hadn't gotten a chance to since this whole mess started. Why would Saito have feelings for him? Was it a trick to get him to feel intimidated around him? Was it to throw him into confusion as he was now? Or maybe he really did love him.
"Do you love him?"
Sano's question rang in his head like a broken record. It echoed mercilessly, no matter how hard Kenshin tried to block it out. Did he love Saito? Perhaps. But what of his feelings for Sano? Could he just dismiss his friend like that? Yes, he admitted it. He loved Sano. His fiery, in- your-face personality burned itself into his heart. It sparked something wistful inside the Battousai. Although quick to a fight, Sano had a sort of child-like manner about him. He was stubborn about getting his way and when he had his mind set upon something, he was impossible to deter. He was built slender and fairly tall, but he had a body of steel. He had seen Sano when they went on trips to the bathhouse, and Kenshin was never disappointed. Every curve of his body, rippled with pure muscle. He fascinated Kenshin.
But there was something alluring about Saito. He had a mysterious, sensual aura that radiated off of him and made Kenshin's body shake with lust. He usually saw the police officer at night, but is seemed to suit him. He wore darkness like a cloak and the moonlight like a silvery veil, cast across his skin. And when he spoke to him, eyes diverted, the pale beams hit his flesh in such a way, that Kenshin's breath caught in his throat and Saito, if only for a moment, possessed the ethereal beauty of a fallen angel. Such darkness that he wanted to taint his entire body with, like strong liquor.
But much like strong liquor, too much wasn't very healthy and could very well kill you if you weren't careful. He shook his head of the impending thoughts and stopped his gliding pace, and dropped his head hopelessly. Kenshin's ears pricked up and he turned to glare behind him. 'Well, speak of the devil.'
"Hn.were you thinking of me, Battousai?" Saito smirked. Kenshin mirrored his expression and lowered his eyes.
"Something like that." There was a gentle silence and they simply stared at each other uncertainly.
"Care to walk with me?" Saito's voice ripped into Kenshin's thoughts and before he even realized what he was doing, he was striding to keep up with the long-legged police officer. No words were spoken the entire time, the only sounds was the crunching of their shoes against the parched ground. Night crouched slowly and the sun sank lower and lower into the hills. The moon was shimmering brightly down on them in no time and they debated on whether they should stop for the night or keep onward. Eventually, when the moon reached its peak, fatigue got the better of them. The duo entered dense forest and after wandering aimlessly for a great while, they dropped tiredly to the grass. Not moving an inch from his spot, the red-haired samurai turned on his back and drifted off to sleep.
As he slept, he was aware of the sound of grass being disturbed around him. He suddenly felt very warm and somewhat, protected? Reluctantly, he opened his eyes and found himself staring eye to eye with the tall police officer.
"Saito!" Kenshin attempted to sit up, but Saito placed a long, slender hand to his chest and pressed him back into the grass. Kenshin tried again, until he felt Saito hold a finger against his lover's parted lips.
"Battousai." His voice was deep and lustful, falling upon Kenshin's ears like thick honey, blocking out any other sound except for the breathing of the man before him. ".I want you.And I'm going to take you.right now." Without giving Kenshin even a second to comprehend his words, all of Saito's restrain broke loose and he poured all of his desire into a desperate, passionate kiss. Kenshin could feel his lips bruising from the forceful contact, but did nothing to resist. After a second of shock, he began responding to Saito's administrations and before long, was lost hopelessly in that kiss. Any thought of Sano left him and he was only aware of the burning dark-haired man. Saito pulled back for air and impatiently pulled of his gloves. When his hands were free, he undid the sash at Kenshin's waist and flung his magenta kimono aside. He embraced the lithe samurai and pressed his fingertips into his back. Kenshin, unaware of his present actions, began to unbutton Saito's jacket and in few seconds, the blue coat joined the kimono on the ground. In a moment, a discarded white shirt followed. Their bare chests pressed together, and they writhed lustfully, desire consuming every part of their feverish bodies.
Saito gasped at the sensations racing throughout his flesh. He felt he would explode if the half-naked samurai didn't stop grinding his hips against him like that. Kenshin's body was stained a slight pink color and his small frame trembled with pleasure. Every touch, every contact, every hot breath that brushed his neck. Saito was driving him insane. He forced his hips even harder against Saito, attempting to relieve the intense pressure beneath his white hakama. The thought was obviously mutual; within seconds both were completely bare. The moon was half-hidden behind darkened clouds and it barely illuminated the forest around them. It's pale light glimmered off the thin sheen of sweat draped across both forms, entangled passionately in the grass.
Saito's breathing was heavy and he felt such a wanting for the other. With a growl, he pinned Kenshin's wrists above his head and devoured his throat, trailing his tongue across the smooth skin. Kenshin suddenly felt extremely vulnerable beneath his rival, but oddly it only served to fuel his excitement. Moaning, he pulled his head back, exposing he throat to Saito, who compliantly began to bite into the tender flesh. Kenshin jolted each time Saito's teeth raked over his neck and shoulders.
"Ah.Saito.please." Kenshin begged, grinding their lengths together for emphasis. The sight of the Battousai so responsive to his actions made Saito want to cry out victoriously. Slowly, torturously slow, Saito trailed his fingers from Kenshin's back, around his waist, up his stomach and chest and onto his awaiting lips. His fingers lingered there, hesitantly. Kenshin, growing evermore impatient grabbed Saito's wrist and took his fingers into his hot mouth. Saito gasped and his whole body shuddered, deliciously. Kenshin groaned and pulled his rival's fingers deeper into his throat, sucking fervently. Finally, Saito reluctantly pulled his fingers free and placed them just at Kenshin's tight entrance. TBC. Hnnn.this story is such a headache.Why won't it upload my chapters? T_T By
now no one wants to read my story.*sob*
