FEUDAL ERA
The idea for this fic was random musing during lunch, to creep out my fiends. I ended up paying one of them $50 for swearing during a ban of swearing and or saying perverted things. : pouts: The idea was " Instead of Himura Kenshin "Battousai" the Man-slayer, Himura Kenshin " Battousai the Man-layer. I got slapped for that as well. --
Disclaimer: I own tape, a pen, a lollipop, and an umbrella .that's about it. Nothing else people.
Summary: Himura Kenshin is not only the best fuck in the feudal era, but the best swordsman as well. He is a mysterious prostitute that kills the men he lays. However, when he stumbles across a drunk Sanosuke and gets blown away, he can't bring himself to murder Sanosuke. Is he falling in love with him?
Sanosuke can't seem to get the redhead out of his mind. He spends days on end thinking about what happened between him and the mysterious redhead, and if he was the Battousai, why he didn't kill him.
Warnings: This chapter might be kind of poetic. I was feeling artistic when I wrote this. There are also indirect references to Sanosuke and Battousai's lovemaking. As well as some.direct ones:blushes:
Also, there might not be too much reference to the other characters, after all this is about Sanosuke and Kenshin.
Memories
Memories. That's all they were to Sanosuke. Memories of pleasure. Memories of contentment. Memories of completion. Memories of a person he felt were connected to his mind, his soul, and his heart.
He wished he remembered the person more clearly. He was too drunk to form any cohert thought before, during or after their passionate dance of union. All he could recall was beautiful sunset red hair and gorgeous, yet deadly amber eyes. He woke up feeling strangely at ease and relieved, as if some great burden was lifted off his heart. As if his soul had been cleansed in the purest water possible. He felt lighter than air.
He had gotten himself completely wasted, out of habit, on sake and rum. Soft and delicate, yet slightly calloused hands touched his shoulders gently, and started to lead him elsewhere. In his drunken streak, Sanosuke thought that Captain Sagara had come back from the dead, and was now leading him to a secret place to train him and talk to him about what they would do after the war, growing up, girls, and just about everything and anything Sanosuke could think off.
AN: Remember, he was a kid when Captain died and he was his mentor
He was utterly surprise when he felt lips pressed to his. He was surprised, dizzy and pleased at the same time.even if the three don't go together. The rest of his memories were lost in a thick haze of passion and lust. All he knew was that he could lie in his strong arms for all eternity.
Sorry if you don't like how short I made this chapter, I just wanted to post this as soon as I could, so I could concentrate on my new Beyblade fic.