Hi all! This little ficcie is the product of two minds! Rurouni Angel and Chiruken have teamed up to bring you an original Alternate Pairing Rurouni Kenshin Fanfiction!
"Charmed" is going to be wild, a little crazy and maybe even a little scary at times…especially considering whom the Altered Pair will be!
Now, I feel compelled to add in a few warnings before we get into the fic itself:
1.Alternate Pairing!!! There….that's said.
2.This fic is rated for a decidedly citrus flavor. That means this fic is probably going to turn into a lemon sometime soon.
3.If you have a problem with sexually explicit scenes, dialogue or themes, then this fic is definitely not for you. If you have a problem with Alternate Pairings, then this fic is definitely not for you.
Well, now that that's been said…On with the fic!!!
(Oh…and don't forget to have fun! That's the main goal of this collaboration of Angel and Chiruken.)
Rurouni Kenshin Fanfic
Rurouni Kenshin & Samurai X Original Japanese Version ©N. Watsuki/Shueisha * Fuji-TV * SME Visual Works Inc. * Sony Pictures Entertainment
All Fanfics created by Chiruken (me) were written for the sole purpose of shared entertainment and not intended for publication or sale.
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RPG Collaboration between Rurouni Angel & Chiruken
Charmed Part 24By Angel
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Saito growled as he watched Shinomori Aoshi walk away, leaving the door open behind him, and quickly crossed the cabin, making his way to the prone man that sprawled across the doorway preventing it from closing properly. Saito nudged the man's shoulder with one booted foot, expression grim as the intruder didn't move. Just how hard did Shinomori hit him? Gritting his teeth, he kicked him harder, eliciting a low moan from the unconscious man. Crouching down beside him when he moaned again, Saito lowered his voice to a low, dangerous growl and addressed the slowly recovering prowler. "If you wish to continue breathing, stranger, then I suggest you leave…now!" Punctuating his words with a sharp jab against his shoulder blade, Saito grabbed him by the back of his jacket and hauled him to his feet, only to let him drop again to the luxuriously carpeted floor of the cabin. It only took the man a few heartbeats to realize what had happened and to gather hit wits enough to crawl his way groggily across the room and out the door into the hallway. Nodding in satisfaction as he went to close the door to the cabin, Saito froze when he sensed the familiar strong and conflicting ki. Slowly turning his head to his left, he saw Shinomori Aoshi stood watching the scene with cold impassivity. Meeting his flat green gaze directly, Saito held his cold stare with narrowed amber eyes, until a soft, shaky voice behind him drew his attention back within the cabin.
"Kihou?"
Nodding with a mocking smirk towards the obviously disgruntled leader of the Oniwabanshu, Saito watched as the other man spun on his heel and silently crossed the dimly lit hall to the door to the cabin next to his own, smirk widening into a wicked grin of amusement at the other man's expense when the hall reverberated with the echo of the door slamming shut, the floor vibrating slightly under his feet at the impact. Sobering as he turned back to face Misao, he growled softly in anticipation of enjoying her company alone…with no more interruptions. He closed the door firmly…and somewhat quieter than Shinomori had his own cabin's door…and locked it, not wishing for another surprise visitor. Frowning slightly when he didn't see her near the bathtub where he'd left her, golden eyes swiftly moved over the cabin, searching out his wife, and Saito found her sitting on the western-style bed looking rather uncomfortable. Noting the unhappy tilt to her lips his frown deepened in concern. "Koneko?"
Quickly crossing over to her, Saito sat on the edge of the large bed, the mattress dipping with his weight, unsettling her as he sat down beside her. Smiling gently, he reached out to draw her into the strong, protective circle of his arms when suddenly she lashed out at him, shoving him away as she scrambled to the other side of the bed. "Don't!" There was a definite note of panic in her quavering voice. "Don't touch me!"
Going very still at her outburst, he blinking back his surprise. Amber gaze narrowing slightly, he moved with cat-like grace, reaching across the small distance to snake one strong arm around her, pulling her closer so he could push her onto her back and partially cover her lithe body with his own muscular form. Saito caught her tearful gaze and held it, feeling his confusion grow when he saw the tears shimmering in the green depths, clinging to her dark lashes. He felt his chest constrict when his gaze fell on her trembling lips. "Let me up, Saito."
Raising an eyebrow Saito sighed and shook his head slowly, read the rapid changes in her ki as well the dark emotions swirling within her eyes. Lowering his voice to a husky whisper, he brushed his fingers against her smooth cheek. "Please tell me koneko that you didn't listen to his words?"
Her tears spilled over and tracked silvery lines from her eyes as they fell, catching the soft light as she bite her quivering lip. "He called me a whore Saito." He winced inwardly at the grief in her usually vibrant voice. "The man that raised me called me a whore." Her voice was rising with her hurt. "A whore for doing what a wife does…and enjoying it!" Saito carefully kept his eyes from moving towards the wall separating them from the man she was speaking of as her voice rose to a shout. "Enjoying something he was not willing to give to me!"
Brushing his thumbs against her soft cheeks, removing the tears falling, he searched her eyes and found slowly returning calm enter the darkened green gaze glistening with tears just waiting to fall. Saito leaned forward and brushed her trembling lips with his own and whispered softly, caressingly. "Tell me koneko, do you regret making love with me? Do you feel dirty when I touch you?" He watched as she drew in a shuddering breath and shook her head. He smiled tenderly as he brushed his lips across hers again before trailing light, nibbling kisses along her delicate jaw to the tempting lobe of her shell-like ear. "Then let Shinomori be jealous all he wants." His voice was a low, seductive rumble in her ear as he flicked his tongue out to tease, lips curving into a satisfied smirk when he felt her shiver under his ministrations.
"J-jealous?" She repeated in a throaty whisper.
Saito smiled as her arms slowly, hesitantly, snaked their way around his neck, pulling him closer as her fingers softly played with his dark hair curling over the collar of his uniform jacket. Returning to her inviting lips, Saito licked at her parted lips smiling as she opened her mouth for more, reaching out with her tongue to meet his in a passionate duel. Licking softly after his. Drawing back a little he whispered huskily. "Yes koneko, jealous! Jealous at the thought you could ever want another man besides him."
His lips curved into an appreciative smile at her eagerness as he felt her arms fall away from around his neck and then found them undoing the buttons marching up the front of his uniform jacket. Saito pushed himself upright, holding out a hand to help Misao up as well. "Kihou?"
Smirking as he noticed that her yukata was still gaping open in the front, Saito wondered briefly if Shinomori had detected that small detail? Shaking his head Saito hoped he had positioned her well enough behind him before any detection could have been made. As much as he disliked the other man, he didn't want to cause Misao further grief by antagonizing the Okashira more than absolutely necessary. Smirk momentarily turning decidedly nasty, Saito acknowledged that he looked forward to pushing Shinomori's buttons, pushing him to the edge of his restraint. Perhaps he could find a balance and enjoy the best of both worlds? Tweak Shinomori Aoshi's nose and rub his face in the fact that Misao was his wife…and still protect his sweet koneko from the emotional backlashes that would ensue. Tugging on her hands, he helped Misao to her feet and deliberately reached out to push her yukata away from her shoulders, watching as the material slipped completely away from her body. Sitting back down on bed Saito pulled her naked body to rest between his legs, running his hand from her ribcage down to her thighs. Heated golden gaze intent on her face as he watched as her eyes closed in pleasure. Saito knew Shinomori's words had affected her more than she was willing to show him, so he would have to help her forget. "Koneko…" He murmured as he pressed his lips to her collarbone. "Perhaps a nice hot bath would be to your liking?" He smiled as he felt her shiver against his lips as he trailed soft kisses down to first one breast, then the other, pausing to pull the nipple into his mouth. "If you're hungry I could go..."
She shook her head sharply, a soft moan escaping her parted lips. "No, kihou…I want you to stay with me.. I want you..." Her words trailed off into a delicate sigh.
Swallowing hard Saito fought for patience as he found the front of his uniform trouser becoming tighter as she spoke in her soft, husky whisper. And yet he felt glad that she'd turned down his offer of food though he new she must be hungry by now. He did not want to leave her in such close quarters with Shinomori when her emotions were so raw and confused. "Hmm? What is it you want? Tell me koneko, what is it that you most desire?"
**To Be Continued…**