Part Three.

It was absurdly easy to break into Saitou's house. Actually 'break into' was a slight exaggeration, the wooden gate was locked so Sanosuke simply clambered over the wall, and the interior door slid open just as if he'd been expected.

Inside the little house it was easy to see why security precautions were so light. There was simply nothing to steal.

"I live better then this," Sano muttered as he glanced at the simple furnishings and rough mat floor. "I suppose it would be too much to expect to find yourself a wealthy guy, Sano, you idiot," he continued to himself.

Saitou's futon hung on a plain wooden frame and Sano decided it would make a nice place to sit and wait. He gathered it up in his arms and then with a slightly guilty flicked glance over his shoulder he lifted it to his nose and inhaled deeply. Instant bliss lifted his head off as the faint but unmistakable scent of Saitou's smoky masculinity filled his nostrils.

As if his thoughts had conjured the man a hard arm snaked around his neck and pulled him back against a lean ropy body. Now Sano didn't have to bury his face in the guilty pleasure of Saitou's bed, he had the man himself, smoke breath in his ear, solid masculine sweat and bone at his back.

"Uh, welcome home?" he tried breathlessly.

"Let me guess," Saitou growled in his ear. "You're researching a book, '101 Surefire Ways to Get Yourself Brutally Stabbed in the Back.' Number 78 is sneaking into my house and fondling my possessions?"

Sano ignored the guilty flush on his cheeks and chuckled boldly. "I don't believe it, is that a joke?" He pressed back against Saitou, lewdly rubbing his ass in the older man's crotch. "All this and a sense of humor too?"

Saitou tightened his grip for a moment and Sano saw stars, automatically gripping the iron-like band encircling his throat. And then he was being tossed forward.

Stumbling only slightly he straightened and turned, still clutching the bed linen. Coughing a little and resisting the urge to clutch at his throat, he grimaced and then grinned again. "Maybe not," he murmured.

"Definitely not," Saitou confirmed. He stood straight and tall in the dim evening light, immaculate as always in his hated blue uniform, pants legs pressed to a knife sharp crease, jacket buttons gleaming. His hand rested casually now on his sword hilt in a movement as natural to him as breathing.

"No problem, I'll settle for all the rest." Sano realized he was still clutching the futon and decided now might be a good time to get rid of it. Casually he shook it out and laid it on the floor, straightening the edges carefully. "Want to hand me the quilt there?"

Saitou hadn't moved an inch, hat brim still shading his slanted eyes he stared arrogantly down at Sano, now squatting on the mat next to the bed. "I usually invite people into my home," he said in a hard tone. "And they usually wait to be invited before they make my bed for me."

Sano dropped back onto the bed and crossed his arms and legs stubbornly. "If I waited for an invitation from you I'd still be out in the cold."

"And what does that tell you?"

"That you're a stubborn bastard who'd let us both go on starving to death rather than relax a little and let us have some fun?"

Saitou snorted and flipped his hat off by the brim. Sano watched amazed as it flew across the room and landed on a peg by the door. "Fun?" Saitou drawled. "Is that why you're here?"

Sano spread his hands and widened his eyes innocently. "What else?"

"And what makes you think I'd welcome your style of 'fun'?"

"I don't know," Sano said thoughtfully. "I think it was you letting me give you the best blow job of your life last night. That was a dead giveaway."

Saitou's snort this time was definitely of laughter. "Best? Now you're the one flattering yourself."

"Well, it was a little rushed," Sano nodded in amiable agreement. "I can do better." He assumed his best sultry look. "Want a demonstration?"

Saitou shook his head. "Obviously I've been too patient with you," he said politely. "Last night I was trying to teach you a lesson but I was too easy on you. It's a failing of mine you understand. Let me make this quite clear to you, Sanosuke. You can't keep coming here."

"Okay," Sano agreed, not really paying attention. "But since I'm here now..." He waggled his eyebrows and patted the bed next to him.

Swift as a thought Saitou was on his knees by the bed, twisting a handful of Sano's loose jacket and shaking him. "Listen to me, boy," he said, narrow eyes deadly. "This isn't a game."

"Why not?" Sano challenged. "Why can't it just be a game? Isn't everything else out there boring and serious and as pressed as your stupid uniform?" Sano pressed a hand to the dark blue material at Saitou's shoulder and shaped a bunched muscle. "Why can't we just forget all that and..."

"Have some fun?" Saitou finished for him, shaking his head dismissively.

"Well, yeah," Sanosuke agreed, letting himself be overwhelmed by the scent of the man. The very maleness of him only inches away. He rested his hand on Saitou's gloved one, still bunched around his jacket.

"So I get another quick blow job and you'll go away, is that it?"

"Don't sound so excited," Sano chuckled breathlessly. "And we can go a little further than just a blow job now I've gone to the time and trouble laying the bed out. I got splinters in my knees yesterday."

"Complaining bitch," Saitou breathed, one hand coming up and gripping Sano's pointed chin. The other hand was releasing the crumpled jacket and smoothing it down over Sano's chest, causing the younger man to pant eagerly. "This what you came for?"

"Oh yeah," Sano whispered, throwing his head back. Clever hands circled his rib cage, callused thumbs skimming eager nipples. "Oh yeah," he repeated.

"How about this?" Warm moist breath bathed his nipples and Sanosuke curled his toes and clenched his fists in gut wrenching desire.

"Please," he begged.

"Or this?" Saitou murmured, hooking fingers into Sano's gathered waistband and pulling it down, exposing his excited cock at last.

"Um," Sano hummed incoherently as Saitou blew gently on his hardened flesh, teasing him almost beyond endurance. "I knew this was going to happen," he panted.

"It's not going to happen," Saitou said calmly, hands circling Sano's narrow waist now, thumbs exploring his concave navel. "You have to learn I mean what I say, boy."

"You gonna 'teach me a lesson' again?" Sano asked hopefully.

"I'm not sure you're capable of learning."

"I can take anything you can throw at me," Sano bragged smugly.

Dangerous eyes glinted at the challenge, while dangerous hands skimmed Sanosuke's leanly muscled form. "Sure about that, boy?"

Shivering from the feel of smooth cotton gloves on his burning flesh Sano could only nod jerkily. Right now he felt like he could do anything.

Saitou caught his chin again and forced their eyes to meet. "How about this?" he whispered. Then he let Sano go.

Catching himself before he fell back onto the futon, Sano struggled for breath. "What...?"

Saitou was standing by the bed, tugging his sleeves back down and straightening his jacket.

"Saitou?" Sano panted, feeling the loss of that body like a knife wound. "Wotcha doin'?"

"What does it look like?" Saitou said coolly.

"It looks like you're leaving," Sano rushed out explosively, lust turning to anger. "But even you wouldn't be that much of a pig!"

Saitou cocked him an insolent glance. "You said you could take anything I threw at you," he reminded Sano.

"Yeah, but not from across the room!" Sano yelled, chest rising and falling with rage. Meanwhile his nipples were tight and aching and his cock was so hard he felt like he could take it in one hand and beat his arrogant almost-lover to death with it.

Saitou allowed his characteristic low chuckle and despite his anger Sano almost came on the spot. The arrogant shit just stood there radiating his usual smug superiority, suit pristine, face as calm and emotionless as ever.

If possible Sano became even more turned on.

Feeling what little control he had left fading to nothing, Sano let it go, overwhelmed with the heady freedom of complete recklessness. "Fine," he panted, slipping back onto his elbows on the bed. His loosened clothes pooled around him, his jacket still hanging from one shoulder, his pants around his knees. He should have felt ridiculous but all he felt was lust, burning around him like a red-gold aura.

Slowly he lifted his hand and laid it over his heart, feeling his ridged nipple nudge his palm, sensing his raging heartbeat through his skin. Eyes half closed he ran his hand down his chest, tracing muscles and scars, heading unerringly for the raging source of his lust and desire.

Saitou didn't make a sound, super-sensitized as he was Sano would have heard a pin drop. But something changed in the room, some atmosphere colored the air around him and Sano opened his eyes and turned them on his almost-lover, just as his seeking hand found the hard weeping proof of his desire. With a jolt like lightening Sano saw the shift his fighter's instincts had only sensed. Without a visible change of expression to his face or posture, Saitou had become the warrior Sano had only glimpsed once or twice before.

The wolf, Sano thought dimly, swept away by the touch of his own hand.

"I do this a lot," he whispered into the charged atmosphere. "Usually I have to close my eyes to picture you when I do..." he broke off, pure pleasure snaking like poison through his veins. Saitou was still frozen into place, only his eyes were alive as they followed every move of Sano's hand as he stroked and pumped himself to pleasure. Sano's other hand lifted and kissed a tight nipple and the gray eyes followed the move sharply.

"But today I don't have to imagine those shoulders," Sano panted, quickening his movements almost unconsciously, eyes scanning the broad shoulders half turned away from him. "Those long lean arms, muscles rippling. Those hands..." Sano broke off with a gasp, aching hand moving like a blur, flesh slapping flesh as he worked himself to his crescendo. "God," he moaned. "Do you know how hot it is to be fucked by someone still wearing his gloves?"

The thought was the last coherent one he framed, with a strangled cry he arched his back and came, hot desire spurting from him, pouring over his hands like a primitive offering, spattering his golden sweat sheened skin with pearly proof.

Head flung back, arms and legs splayed, Sano was quite prepared to relax into blissful half sleep, but he'd reckoned without the response his wanton display had wrought. He barely noticed as the thin futon creased beneath another weight, or as his crumpled pants were tugged down his legs. It was only when hard hands caught his lean thighs that he gasped aloud and opened dazed eyes.

"No," Saitou said, fingers biting deep.

"What?" Sano muttered thickly.

"No I don't know what it's like," Saitou told him, one gloved hand tugging at his buttoned fly. "But you soon will."

Too lost in his over-sensitized flesh to follow the conversation, Sano could only gape stupidly as Saitou freed his erect manhood and recaptured Sano's thighs. He barely had time to notice how Saitou's thumbs were stroking the sensitive flesh of his inner thighs before something hard and blunt nudged his asshole insistently.

Lust reignited in Sano's veins and with an exultant cry he wrapped his legs around the narrow hips he'd longed to grab ahold of countless times, spreading himself as wide as he could to encourage the steady penetration.

"God," he muttered, fresh sweat springing out on his forehead as he was stretched wide. "God this is good."

"God damn you," Saitou cursed breathlessly. "It's the best."

And then they were one, Saitou's every inch pressed into Sanosuke's welcoming body, long legs and lean thighs wrapped around narrow hips. Chest to chest and evenly matched in height they lay pressed as closely as any two people could be, hearts beating in accord with the pulse that pounded in Saitou's cock and beat its shivering echo inside Sanosuke and up his spine.

Sano wanted to say so much at that moment. He wanted to say something smug about how right they were together, he wanted to brag about his astonishing sexual attraction. He really wanted to tell Saitou to start fucking him right now or he was going to just die.

Unfortunately all he could manage was a strangled moan. Luckily Saitou seemed well able to interpret it. Hard lips found his own and lean hips began the pumping motion that would send them both to paradise. Clutching at Saitou's jacket Sanosuke tried to participate in the vigorous fucking, but he swiftly found all he could do was go along for the ride. He'd finally released the raging beast he'd sensed in Saitou all along, and he was loving it.

Miraculously their lips were still joined and Saitou's tongue was raping his mouth even as his sword was burying itself in Sano's sheath. Then without warning his climax was upon him and Sano was tearing their lips apart, tilting back his head and giving himself over the his second orgasm in just minutes. It was so intense he barely took in the sight of Saitou throwing his own head back and baring his teeth in a wolf's growl as he came, emptying himself in throbbing bursts into Sano's receptive flesh.

Then all Sano could feel was that pulse again, beating in his forehead, at his wrists, in his ass. His heart beat echoed in time with his panting breaths, his lover's chest rose and fell harshly as breaths sobbed out of him. They were still joined from shoulder to hip, Sano's bare skin against crumpled blue cloth, his arms tangled in his jacket, his shoes absurdly still on his feet.

Again Sano could feel himself dozing off, despite a few aches and grazes he could never remember feeling so comfortable and satisfied. He sighed, snuggling into the shoulder above him.

"You sound happy," Saitou said, sounding somewhat accusing.

"I'm always happy when I get my way," Sano yawned.

"This can't happen," Saitou murmured, and Sano felt a stifled yawn against his own shoulder. The curious vulnerability of it made his heart soften and he stifled the goading triumphant words Saitou's insistence stirred in him.

"Okay," Sano agreed. "Whatever you say."

"Great." Saitou huffed a laugh and pulled away. Sano winced a little as tender flesh was raked by the withdrawal. "Now I'm being patronized by this idiot." Saitou turned over on his back and Sano braced himself for another hasty rejection. Instead he felt himself being hauled closer. Happily he let himself be arranged on Saitou's left side, his near naked form curved along Saitou's still clothed one.

"So, is this gonna happen between us after all?" Sano broached, uncharacteristically nervous.

"Don't push your luck, boy," Saitou warned.

"Okay, okay," Sano chuckled, well content with his present position and not really one for thinking of the future anyway. "I just have one request."

Now Saitou sighed, sounding resigned. "Well?"

"Can you at least take your pants off next time? I'm gonna have marks from your fly buttons for weeks."

"Complaining bitch."

The End