Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I don't own Saitou or Sano
Author Notes: I've written other stuff, but this is my first venture into RK fic.
Saitou/Sano pre-yaoi (nothing graphic).
This is told from Sano's POV.
This Night
by Cindra Hatake
He's watching me again. I can feel his amber eyes boring into my back. On this night, as with many others over the previous month, when I've been out late gambling, drinking, or just at the dojo hanging out with Kenshin, I've sensed that I'm being followed as I make my way home, but then I catch a whiff of cigarette smoke and, knowing it's Saitou, am reassured.
Slipping my hand into my open jacket, I touch the scar on my right shoulder. He gave me this the first time we met. A "calling card" for Kenshin he'd said, but he was marking me as his, I realize that now. Even though he insults, belittles and challenges me at every opportunity, there is something in his velvety voice when he calls me "Ahou" that makes it sound more like a term of endearment than an affront.
I know he wants me, I've seen the golden flash of desire in his eyes, but the Wolf of Mibu is patient, seemingly content to wait until I'm ready.
I can't help but wonder what it would feel like to be held against his body. From our fights, both the ones we've fought against each other and those fought as allies, I know he's strong, unbelievably so, and his tall, lean body is all sinewy muscle, I've seen hints of that on the rare occasions when he takes off his police jacket and is left wearing a snug black t-shirt with his uniform pants.
I've never had a male lover, (hell, I've only had a couple female ones), but I like the idea of my legs wrapped around those narrow hips as he moved above me, of his powerful, long fingered hands caressing my body. Closing my eyes, I call up an image of the former Shinsengumi captain, but instead of the usual cigarette between his lips it's a portion of my anatomy. Just thinking about Saitou kneeling before me, his face in my crotch is enough to cause my breath to catch in my throat and my pulse to quicken. Glancing over my shoulder, I meet his gaze with longing in mine.
His stride, greater than mine, eats up the distance between us and in a moment he's next to me. Thankfully it is late and the streets deserted except for us. Reaching out, I take his hand in mine and we walk to his house. I've waited long enough for this, so I enter willingly, knowing how this night will end.
The End
Ahou = idiot
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