[Author's_Note] Allo, everypeoples. I'm back with another fic, but this time, IT'S YAOI! x333 This is my first touch with yaoi, so please, be nice XD Anyways, this is just another Sanosuke/Kenshin fic that sprouted from a convo between me and a friend of mine. I've always been a fan of the S/K pairing, they're just so adorable together ^_^ Gyah, I'm such a fangirl XD Currently suffering major writer's block…
[Warning] Yaoi! Male/Male goodness. If ya
don't like it, don't read. Simple as that. This is pretty much PWP…my
creativity is broken ^^;;
[Disclaimer] I don't own Rurouni Kenshin. If I did, Sano and Kenny would
do more than just hug :3
3nj0y.
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"A party?" Kaoru's voice suddenly became poisonous after
she heard Sanosuke's request to have a party in the dojo. Kenshin simply
smiled.
"A party doesn't seem all that bad, Miss Kaoru. After all, we need to relax
after…"
"No one asked your opinion!" Kaoru barked.
Kenshin shrunk back.
"And where are you going to get the money for this, Sano?" Kaoru said,
glaring daggers at the tall man,
"Don't worry, I've got it covered. Just get ready and I'll be back with the
food and sake." Sano smirked and headed for the door of the dojo. But before he
left, he looked behind his shoulder at the red head. "You comin', Kenshin?"
He nodded and ran to Sano's side, desperate to escape any lecturing and
excessive glowering from Kaoru.
The two guys hurried out of the dojo and down the street to the marketplace.
Kenshin looked up at Sano. "What's the party for, anyways?"
"Just for fun," Sano answered, "The dojo is always so boring. Besides, Kaoru
and sake are an amusing couple."
Kenshin smiled. "You're not going to run off again, are you?"
"Nah, I don't have a reason to. Yet, anyways."
"Good, it's rather lonely without you at the dojo, that it is"
Sano blinked and looked down at the shorter man. "What's that supposed to
mean?"
Kenshin shrugged, closed his eyes, and grinned. "Nothing. Look, we're at the
marketplace."
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Sano and Kenshin soon returned to the dojo, arms full of
boxes and bottles. Yahiko was the first to jump and relieve the two men of the
cargo and then tear the packages open.
"Yahiko! Save some for us!" Kaoru snatched the food from the boy and began
digging in herself.
"Calm down you two, there's enough for everyone…" Kenshin began, trying to
separate Kaoru and Yahiko from the food.
"Fine," the woman shoved her apprentice away and grabbed a bottle of sake from
Sano's arms and began chugging it down.
"Miss Kaoru, I don't think…"
Sano put a hand on Kenshin's shoulder and handed him a bottle of sake. "Just
let her. There's no stopping her."
Kenshin glanced back at an already drunk-looking Kaoru and sighed.
The spiky-haired man sat cross-legged on the floor in front of a bowl of
curry and smiled enthusiastically, instantly grabbing a pair of chopsticks and
attacking the bowl's contents.
Kenshin was sitting on his knees somewhat near Sano, trying to understand
Kaoru as she slurred on about eggs and cats over Yahiko's snorting and grunting
as he stuffed ample amounts of food into his mouth.
The whole atmosphere was carefree. It seemed like everyone held a contentment
(some, a drunken contentment) that no one could really fathom. But then again,
no one tried.
It's nice escaping the troubles of life every now and then.
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Outside, night had fallen. The skies had faded into a midnight blue that was
illuminated by the full moon. Tiny stars were spread across the sky like grains
of sand across a blue desert. Crickets and frogs sang in an indescribable
symphony as fireflies danced along with the breeze across the grass to add to
the night's rhapsody.
But inside the dojo, the party was coming to an end. Not only had Kaoru
passed out and Yahiko overstuffed himself into slumber, the other two men had
grown rather bored.
Sano sighed and put down his chopsticks. "Man, I'm stuffed."
Kenshin took one last sip out of his sake cup and closed his tired violet
eyes. Silence embraced the room and held it in a suffocating squeeze, until
finally, Kenshin's serious tone tore through the blanket of quiet. "Do you
remember, Sano, the night we first fought?"
Sano raised an eyebrow and looked over at the ex-assassin. "Yea, what about
it?"
"Fate is very odd, that it is. It seems to bring people together in the
strangest ways. Who would've thought that, after that fight, we would become
such good friends?"
Sano stared at Kenshin intently. At first, he thought that the redhead had
drank too much, but his voice was sober and mellow. "Hey, Kenshin? Are you
okay?"
"In fact, it was on a night just like this." Kenshin lowered his head,
shading half of his face under a curtain a red bangs. "We end up fighting a
lot, don't we?"
Sano did not like where this was going. Usually, when Kenshin thought
back on any time in his past, near or far, he became disheartened. And as for
Sano…it hurt to see his comrade that way. Feeling slight unease, he reached out
and put a comforting hand on Kenshin's shoulder. But the words just didn't
come.
"I'm sorry," Kenshin said in a staggering whisper, "If I ever hurt you."
Suddenly, Kenshin got to his feet, careful to hide his eyes, and walked out
of the room and onto the moonlit porch.
Sano was left alone in the dojo, looking vaguely bewildered. Worry began to
sting in his mind. What's wrong with him? With a sigh, he got up and
went outside to find Kenshin just standing in the garden, his head lowered forlornly.
Sano's heart instantly sank at this sight. Something was definitely wrong
with his friend, and right now, his only priority was to figure out what. No
matter what the consequences.
Sano stepped off the porch and walked hesitantly over to Kenshin, then grabbed
his shoulder and spun him around.
The brown-haired man nearly choked on his own breath when he saw Kenshin's
face. His soft, lavender eyes held tears that glistened in the moonlight. Some
fell from those troubled eyes and onto the collar of his kimono.
"Whoa, Kenshin, you're…" Sano choked out. "What's wrong with you?"
Tears still leaking from his eyes, Kenshin reached out and traced a scar that
ran from Sano's shoulder to below his collarbone with his finger. "I made this,
didn't I?"
Sano shuddered as he felt Kenshin's finger brush over his chest. "…Well, yes,
but…"
"During that battle we had the night you left with Katsu," Kenshin
interrupted, "I did this. It's the wound that caused you to stop fighting me. I
didn't mean to…" The redhead choked and more tears fell from his eyes.
Sano's stomach lurched with guilt. "I know you didn't, Kenshin," He replied,
voice extremely soft.
Kenshin lowered his head again. "I'm sorry that I'm making a big deal about this.
But it hurts… when I cause you pain." His words escaped his lips in such a
poignant way; it was as if they didn't even belong to him. As if he hadn't said
it at all. With that, Kenshin turned around and began walking back to the dojo,
feeling rather embarrassed.
Sano caught Kenshin's chin between his thumb and forefinger and pulled his
head up so that they were staring each other directly in the eyes. The taller
man used his other hand to gently wipe the tears from Kenshin's eyes. "Stop
crying," he whispered pleadingly. He had suddenly found himself melting into
the beautiful amethyst eyes of the redhead.
A few minutes passed in complete silence. Both men had lost themselves in
each other's faces, and they found it impossible to tear away. A nightly breeze
swirled across the garden, combing through Kenshin's hair. Sano's usually
tense, tiger-brown optics grew softer with every second that flew by.
Suddenly, Sano's hand slipped
from Kenshin's chin and his arm wrapped around the ex-assassin's waist, pulling
him closer into a tender embrace, his other hand resting on Kenshin's shoulder.
Then Sano leaned down and gently pressed his lips against Kenshin's.
The redhead let out a very small gasp, but soon closed his eyes and grabbed
onto Sano's shoulders, deepening the kiss by pushing his tongue into Sano's
mouth, whom instantly did the same to Kenshin.
Sano began to pull Kenshin to the supple grass below, prying his lips
reluctantly away for air. Both of them were licking their lips, savoring the
taste that they had left in each other's mouths. Soon Sano was lying on top of
the redhead, staring down at him adoringly. "You want to do this?" Sano asked
quietly.
Kenshin nodded slightly and shifted under Sano's weight.
As soon as he answered, Sano began to remove Kenshin's kimono, his own jacket
falling off his shoulders. Sano could feel the redhead shudder every time he
touched him, and to soothe Kenshin, he planted affectionate kisses along his
collarbone.
Kenshin reached up and combed his fingers through the mess of brown spikes on
Sano's head, letting out a soft groan of pleasure every time Sano's lips
touched his skin.
Sano's mouth traveled down Kenshin's muscular chest and stomach. But when he
reached the hem of Kenshin's pants, he looked up at the redhead, as if mentally
asking permission to remove them. Kenshin nodded, and Sano proceeded to remove
Kenshin's pants.
A tremor ran through Kenshin's body when he felt Sano's hands feel down his
thighs. It was a gratifying feeling that he simply could not comprehend. This
was Sanosuke, his best friend, and now they had become so close. He half
wondered how this happened, but the rest of him just wanted Sano to continue.
But instead, Sano gave the ex-assassin a chance to get on top of him, and he
took it gratefully. Kenshin claimed Sano's lips as the taller man ran his
fingers through Kenshin's ponytail, smirking against the redhead's mouth. This
caused Kenshin to draw back and look quizzically down at Sano.
"You have very nice hair," he said simply, smiling amorously.
Kenshin blushed and nipped at Sano's earlobe, receiving a quiet groan in
reply. "Thank you."
Sano shuddered slightly as Kenshin's hand ran down his
chest and began to remove his pants. When he looked up at Kenshin, a loving
smile crept onto his lips.
The moonlight caused his red hair to glow blue and his lavender eyes to
glisten handsomely. Every time a breeze picked up, it blew through the
redhead's hair and caused moonlight to splatter all over his slender, yet
muscular body.
He was beautiful.
After Kenshin had successfully removed Sano's pants, he looked down at him
expectantly. At first, Sano couldn't quite understand what he wanted. But then,
after a few moments, he realized why Kenshin had removed his pants in the first
place.
Sano gathered Kenshin up in his arms and hugged him tightly. "Are you sure
you want me to do this?" Sano whispered, kissing the redhead lightly. "It might
hurt."
Kenshin nodded and grasped Sano's arms so tightly, that it nearly caused the
spiky-haired man to scream.
Sano took a deep breath and positioned his hips near Kenshin's lower body.
Without another thought, he closed his eyes and quickly pushed into the
redhead.
Kenshin yelped and tears began to leak from his eyes, causing Sano to freeze
completely.
"I'm sorry, Kenshin. But you knew it was going to hurt. I would never hurt
you purposely…"
Kenshin mustered a smile and put a finger to Sano's lips. "It's…alright…" he
choked out in a whisper. "Continue."
Sano looked at him uncertainly for a moment before continuing. He plastered
soothing kisses along Kenshin's neck, trying desperately to rid his companion
of some pain. Kenshin's soft moans tore through the night air, adding to the
low mumbling as Sano whispered comforting words in the ex-assassin's ear.
Finally, Sano collapsed on top of Kenshin in exhaustion, both of them
breathing heavily and tears staining Kenshin's face.
It was those few minutes afterward that the two men could feel nothing but
total affection for one another. They stared adoringly at each other, eyes full
of silent joy.
After they had both caught their breath, Sano reached over to Kenshin and
pulled both of them into a sitting position. Sano cupped his hand under one
side the redhead's smiling face, resting his forehead against Kenshin's.
"Thank you," Kenshin whispered lovingly, closing the gap between their lips.
When they parted, Sano could only grin.
After allowing the midnight breeze to cool off their bodies, Sano reached for
his jacket and gathered Kenshin up in his arms, leaning against the dojo porch
with his jacket draped over both of them and Kenshin cuddling close to his
chest. The two men shared one more passionate kiss before speaking.
Sano closed his eyes and buried his face in Kenshin's red hair, positioning
his mouth close to his ear to whisper, "I love you, Kenshin."
The redhead's heart skipped a beat at these words. It had been so long since
he heard someone say them to him. Blushing, he smiled and cuddled closer to
Sano, savoring the warmth of his body. "I love you, too, Sano."
Fate had brought them together. And, quite frankly, they were happy it did.
Neither of them had felt this sort of bliss in such a long time, and it was
nice to finally have someone there by their side.
Fate is very odd, that it is.
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3nd. -sniff- They are so adorable ^-^ This concludes "Why 12-year-olds Should
Never Write Yaoi" XD Anyways, I NEED REVIEWS! Flames are nice, I suppose.
Who doesn't like fire? Fiiirre -cough- Anywho, hope you guys liked it. Man, I can't
write yaoi for the life of me. _o Writer's block sucks.
-WingedCougar