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Hey... Kenshin...
the redhead returned distractedly, refolding another shirt and
placing it in the upper drawer. The laundry was almost finished for this
week, and then he could get back to his studying. Maybe, someday, he could
get his own office... work with people who came to be helped and not just to

get out of class... It was a nice thought.
It took a moment before the deep, masculine tone connected with the source
of the voice in his distracted mind. It was then that he froze, a crimson
blush coming uncontrollably to his cheeks, and he looked down at the carpet.
What is it de gozaru ka? he returned shyly.
Sano entered the room, then sat with a graceless thump on the bed. How're
you feelin'? he inquired. You threw yourself right back into th' chores
once you got back...
Sessha wa daijoubu de gozaru. Kenshin lifted his face, then gave him a
brilliant smile in gratitude for his obvious concern. Sano blinked at him,
then inexplicably, his cheeks darkened, and he looked away.
They remained in silence for a few minutes, both unsure of what to say,
what to do. Kenshin studied the shirt he smoothed out with trembling
fingers, wanting to speak, but not knowing what he should say to this
child... this innocent child he had so recently sullied with his unclean
touch...
He forcibly shook himself out of that self-condemnation, knowing it would
only lead to tears, nausea, and louder and louder taunting from
Shinta-tachi. He didn't need that right now...
Th-that's good to hear... I... listen, Kenshin, I-
Kenshin interrupted, turning to face him with his breath catching
in his throat, hands clenching into shaking fists, cheeks reddening even
further. Onegai... I don't know what to say to you anymore de gozaru. I
told you all the reasons why this is the worst thing we could possibly do,
and none of them seem to make any difference to you de gozaru yo. I don't
know-
Kenshin, you don't understand, Sano broke in, rising to his feet on the
side of the bed closest to him. His dark eyes flashed with a fierce passion,

and he caught Kenshin by the shoulders, hands unyielding. None of those
things make any difference, don't you get it? I don't care how old you are,
I don't care what other people think... I care about you. I want you. I love

you. Nothing else matters to me.
Kenshin stared at him dumbly, unable to breathe, his heart pounding faster
and faster. he stuttered, shaking, the intensity in those dark
eyes too much to bear...
Sano's fierce eyes fell suddenly under shadow, arms flexing and hands
clenching on his shoulders, shoving him with a sudden force against the
dresser. Kenshin's head slammed hard into the highest shelf, pain exploding
from the base of his skull and chest aching as the breath was knocked from
his lungs... and yet, none of it mattered...
He felt his brow furrow, heart fluttering wildly as Sanosuke's mouth
covered his, hot and demanding, the same overwhelming tide of emotion and
sensation momentarily silencing the babbling ethical condemnations that
screamed in his mind. His head lolled back, lips trembling beneath the boy's

assault, shaking under his hands.
he whimpered, eyes opening to slits after he realized he'd closed
them. The dark-haired boy leaned against his forehead, eyes closed, full
lashes fluttering against his tanned cheek.
Why do you keep pushing me away? he whispered, voice gentle again, soft
and considering. I know it's not because you don't want me... So why? I
just don't understand, koishii...
Kenshin felt his cheeks burn at the Nihongo term of endearment, and he
looked away shyly, unable to hold back a guilty sigh. Sessha... it's
only... I... it just... it's wrong, Sano... it's wrong de gozaru yo...
How is it wrong? Sano whispered against his ear. Kenshin gasped in
shaming pleasure, the hot, fluttering gust of breath tingling across his
sensitive skin. Is it wrong because you think so, or because you think
everyone else'll think so?

Don't do this to yourself, Sano interrupted, voice tight and intense.
Don't do this to what we could have, Kenshin. Other people don't matter.
All that matters is how you feel, not what you think they'll think of you...

Do you really wanna live for the rest of the world? Or do you wanna live for

yourself?
Sano, please, I- Kenshin tried to meet his eyes, then gasped sharply, a
stab of pain twinging in his earlobe as the teenager bit down suddenly on
the soft, vulnerable flesh there. Sano suckled at him viciously, the tip of
his tongue dancing over the skin, a hand pushing against his chest, sliding
down over his ribs, finding the opening of his button-down shirt and pulling

the cloth with two fingers, a savage motion that popped off one pearl button

and ripped the fabric across his stomach.
Sano's lips pulled from his ear and slid down his neck, leaving burning,
open-mouthed kisses on the flesh that vibrated with helpless moans, the tip
of his tongue dancing along the line of his jaw. Kenshin squeezed his eyes
shut, unable to stop the tremulous song of breathless want that sang from
his throat without his permission. He couldn't... he couldn't deny the need
that quickened his pulsing heart, pounding in his loins, the desperate want
he hated himself for, that left him unable to push Sano away...
Do what you want for once, Sano suggested, hands making quick work of the
remains of his poor shirt. It had been the blue one, anyway... he'd never
been fond of that one...
His attempt to distract himself with those superfluous thoughts went for
vain as Sano's hands found his naked skin, the shirt mere rags on his back
by now. It didn't matter... none of it mattered... Kenshin's thin shoulders
heaved, labored and unsteady breath rattling in his throat.
He wanted this... he wanted this more than he'd ever wanted anything in his
life... he'd never felt something like this, never felt his body brought to
such pounding, aching life, never felt something so... so good... It was all

he could think, wondering in such simplistic, childlike words... so good...!

How could something so simple as another's touch feel so good?
Sano's lips covered his for the third time, and this time Kenshin kissed
him back, the protesting dying out, replaced by the soft moans and whimpers
escaping his own throat as the boy kissed him, rough hands fondling his
naked chest, strong legs pinning him to the dresser. He let his arms stretch

around his neck, fingers entangling deep into his unruly dark hair, pulling
him closer, shivering in excitement. This was unbearable...
Is this what you want, koishii? Sano murmured into his parted lips,
thumbs smoothing over his exposed ribs. Kenshin stared up into his dark
eyes, breath coming in short pants, entire body throbbing to a near painful
distraction.
What he wanted... when was the last time he'd even thought of... what he
wanted, only himself, not the girls, not his job, not anyone but...
himself...?
Kenshin felt his lips move against Sanosuke's, but was not sure himself of
what they said. He trembled, Sano's obvious excitement pressing heavily
against him, knowing the boy could feel his own desire in a similarly
substantial fashion, knowing it was wrong to the world, and yet so right in
his heart... so... so very right...
Hai de gozaru yo, he managed, wondering faintly if he had already
whispered those words, his voice barely audible. I... This is what I
want... You are what I want de gozaru yo...
Sano was silent for a moment, dark eyes glimmering with emotion, then let
the shining of sudden tears in his eyes fall to darkness, moving forward to
capture his lips again, and closing his arms around his slender waist.
Kenshin melted into his arms, shivering at the power of his embrace, the
strength of the thudding heartbeat beneath one hand.
Sano took one step towards the bed, and Kenshin followed, unthinking. So
reassuring was the gentleness of those rough and powerful hands that... that

the fear that had choked him so often when under the steady gaze of those
soft dark eyes simply dissipated, allowing him to... to concentrate on the
heat that was burning deep inside him, to feel the touch of his fingers
without pulling away. It didn't matter... it couldn't matter, what anyone
else would say. Let them think what they would... he loved Sano... he loved
him, and that couldn't be wrong...
Sano pulled him down to the mattress, and Kenshin sat obediently, cheeks
dark in embarrassment, eyes cast away. Sano's hands framed his face, tugging

him closer as the teenager sighed in a fond annoyance.
Shy little... c'mere, you.
Kenshin yelped in surprise, then subsided with a bashful little ,
Sano cradling him firmly to his chest. He ran the tips of his fingers
lightly over the fabric of the teenager's shirt, then blinked up at him.
he said shyly. Do we... do we know what we're doing, exactly...
de gozaru ka?
Sano pondered that silently, a hand slowly stroking over his naked back.
Kenshin sighed shakily, the silent thrumming inside his shivering form not
ebbing for a second.
he replied simply. Not exactly. But, if we just don't think about
it...

Sano took him firmly by the shoulders and shifted about to face him
directly. Kenshin blinked up into his eyes, blushing crimson, heartbeat
thumping on in his ears.
Like this, the boy said simply, then kissed him firmly.
Kenshin leaned into him with a soft purr, becoming slowly more and more
accustomed to this feeling, and yet loving it more with every new
experience. Sano pulled him close again, the warmth of his body reassuring,
and he cuddled against his broader chest.
Sano held him tightly, biceps flexing against his back, then leaned forward
even further. Unable to think of any other course, Kenshin leaned back. He
was, however, utterly unprepared for the soft, triumphant growl that issued
from the dark-haired boy's throat.
There was a moment of pure silence.
And then Sano pounced.
Kenshin only managed a squeak of complete surprise as his back became
acquainted with the quilt he covered his bed with. he stuttered
out. Oro- we- ororororoooo...
Sano propped himself up on one elbow, leaning over him. His free hand
stroked lightly over his cheek, eyes dark and serious. he whispered.
Nothin' to it. Just... as it goes...
His eyes fluttered closed as Sano kissed him deeply, leaning close, then
shifted to cover Kenshin's body with his own. Kenshin quavered beneath him,
then firmed his resolve. This... this was what he wanted... So he lifted his

arms to wrap tightly around Sano's shoulders, pulling him closer.
It wasn't as if this was the first time he'd felt this... it was, after
all, exactly how Sano had first attempted to convince him of his resolve,
back at the hospital... the pressure of his weight, pushing him down into
the mattress... But, this was different somehow, some indescribable way,
knowing that... Sano wasn't going to let him go this time...
The heavy scrape of one hipbone pushing into his upper thigh startled him
with the sudden feverish urgency of the boy's movements, long fingers
tangling in the crimson fall of his hair and clutching with a harsh sigh.
Kenshin whimpered deep in his throat, reacting to the shift and pushing back

with a sinful eagerness. Sano's dark eyes slitted open for a brief moment,
then squeezed closed again as his mouth fell hungrily to the exposed, pale
skin of his chest, the beaded sweat of both nerves and arousal devoured by
his frenetically seeking lips and tongue. The redhead shuddered beneath him,

fingers tearing at the soft mane of dark hair he clutched, the carnal
stirrings deep within him almost too much to bear... and yet... not nearly
enough... he gasped, straining up to him.
the teenager moaned near reverently in reply, savage kisses
tracking down to play along his ribs, two fingers of his free hand skimming
down over his chest to dig underneath the waistband of the thin cloth hakama

he had kept from his training at some dojo... he had always liked them,
after all, feeling more comfortable in such clothing than many more modern
types... He usually wore them when doing housework, like laundry, and he
had-
The thought process was interrupted by the intense, near-painful prickles
that dug into the insides of his thighs, Sano's fingers pulling insistently
at the clothing until the waist dragged low over his hips. He could hear the

low growl of frustration that rumbled in the boy's chest as he evidently
realized it was going to take some more effort to strip him of the garment,
and Kenshin felt a throbbing whine start somewhere in his throat... a sound
of pathetically helpless excitement as he squirmed beneath Sano's hands,
those agonizingly powerful hands...
Sanosuke was motionless for a few seconds that stretched into a tortuous
infinity, staring in consternation at the hakama that seemed adamant in
their duty to remain clothing Kenshin's person. Kenshin breathed harshly,
every heartbeat answered by another aching twinge inside, then took frantic
action in answer to the silent complaint. He slid his fingers from their
entanglement in his dark, soft hair to dig into the fabric of his shirt
collar, then tugged petulantly.
There was no answer, Sano appearing frozen in his considerations.
Kenshin frowned, then listened for once to the little voice in the back of
his mind, which seemed to be working in concert with the ones focused in
other, less prestigious areas of his body, and yanked viciously at the
shirt. It tore easily beneath his demanding hands, and through the two
lengths of black fabric, two eyes of a slightly lighter shade blinked at him

in stupefication.
Kenshin observed with some measure of sheepishness.
The second syllable seemed frozen somewhere in Sano's throat,
his eyes painfully wide in apparent surprise. Kenshin tried vainly to think
of something to say, then when his brain refused to offer up anything
intelligible, simply blushed.
Sumimasen de goza-
His trembling, hoarse voice was effectively silenced by the smothering
force of Sano's lips on his, the boy resuming their earlier... activity...
with nothing less than the most savage determination.
Kenshin subsided beneath him with a soft whimper, hands clutching at the
teenager's strong shoulders, a violent tremor racking all his slender form.
Sano pulled him close, arms around his waist, ridged muscles pushing
insistently into the dip of his spine and digging at his sides. The two
halves of the now-unwearable black t-shirt fell unnoticed to the mattress on

either side of them, the torn fabric merely the second casualty of a shared,

furious passion... the first having been Kenshin's poor shirt.
However, the casualties that would follow would no doubt be more severe...
a thought that would have dwelled heavily on Kenshin's already-tormented
mind and heart, were it not for the distracting influence of the object of
all his desire and need, his guilty adoration and love, mouth unforgiving on

his, pronounced hipbones pushing in a fevered grinding on his upper thighs,
the flesh there burning from both the building agony of friction and the
throbbing ache of need that pulsated in waves from that very center...
Kenshin could feel himself slowly losing his desperate hold on
what little control he'd ever had of the situation. There had to be
something... something to interfere... and his mind raced, searching through

anything, anything that could... the girls- no, Kaoru-dono and Misao-dono
had taken Yahiko over to the park for a few hours... aagh, the one time they

decided to all get along...! And Shinimori-dono had gone out... he'd left
one of those carefully-worded notes, expressing that he would not be back
until late that evening... The hamster had been fed...
Kenshin shivered, his head falling weak against the rumpled pillow, his
entire body betraying him utterly and completely... He couldn't deny the
fear that sickened him... he was afraid, he was terrified, and there wasn't
anything he could do... He was helpless. Not once had he been so swayed by
personal want... not when it was so damaging! so dangerous! It didn't matter

what he wanted, it only mattered what... what was right... what he knew
was... right...
Sano's strong hands fisted in the thin hakama, and when he knew that it was
his final chance to raise his voice in righteous protest, to save this child

from his perversity and the trials they would suffer as a result of this
fatal weakness... When he knew he had to stop this now, push him away, save
him, save him from what he could never save himself...
He parted his lips to condemn himself, and at the end, even his command of
his speech left him, left the logical, rational, moral side of his
ever-divided mind, and fled to the voice inside he fought so hard to
silence, the one that railed against the injustice of every day hiding who
he was, what he felt, his values, his feelings, hiding all that he was
because of the fear that someone else might not approve...
he whispered, eyes squeezing shut, a single tear burning along
the track it knew so well. Aishiteru... aishiteru... aishiteru... I don't
want to be alone anymore... Don't leave me alone anymore... onegai...
aishiteru...

The next thing he felt was a rough hand settling onto his cheek, one thumb
tenderly brushing away that single tear. Kenshin choked and opened his eyes,

silently begging, pleading...
Sanosuke smiled, if only a little, dark eyes burning with a fire that
seared him, left him gasping for breath. You're not alone, he whispered,
voice harsh, rumbling deep inside his chest. And you'll never be alone
again. I should return the favor...
Kenshin could only blink up at him, not comprehending, only able to
perceive the pulsing, fiery passion in his eyes... the unfathomable depth of

love in his eyes... he managed, voice small. Sessha mo...
I was just as alone as you, he whispered, voice husky, heavy with
feeling. Until you stuck your nose into my life.
It was all he could manage, eyes aching with unshed tears, heart
in as much unexpressible pain.
the boy reprimanded with fond gentleness, still smiling that tiny
little grin, hand trailing down his chest and settling again at the waist of

his hakama. I'll never leave you alone again. Just keep up your end, naa?
Kenshin nodded with a tearful smile, feeling his fingers tremble as he
reached up hesitantly to touch his cheek. H-hai de gozaru yo. Sessha wa...
Sano shook his head a little, then brushed the quickest of kisses over his
fingertips before Kenshin pulled them away. He said nothing, but his eyes
spoke enough, their fiery depths renewing the aching throb that through some

marvel, Kenshin had momentarily been able to ignore. That period of
unexpected grace now so suddenly over, Kenshin whimpered plaintively, with a

quiver that swept his entire form.
Sano kept his eyes, but busied his hands to the hakama that had frustrated
him so. Kenshin squirmed uncontrollably, a crimson blush rising to his
cheeks. The very flesh of his thighs twinged in an impatient ache, jealous
of the attention the rest of him had received. Sano's long fingers hesitated

for a moment, then took a firm hold on all that made his lower half fit to
be viewed by the world and yanked it free of his body. The faint sound of
ripping cloth made its way to his ears, but Kenshin shelved that away to be
dealt with later and concentrated on blushing so hard that all the blood
that was supposed to be other places was busied at either his cheeks or the
throbbing pain that tortured him so and was at the moment pulsing naked in
the cool air. As was... all of him, at the moment...
Oh, Gods... he gritted out, shivering and...so embarrassed...
Sano was silent, and after Kenshin had realized his eyes were closed and
thus couldn't perceive his expression, he squeezed one open with a agonizing

amount of trepidation.
Sano was just as red as he was.
Kenshin eyed him with a bit more courage. The teenager swallowed, blinked,
shook his head, then swallowed again. Then he blinked some more.
he whispered, hesitant. D-daijoubu de gozaru ka?
Sano heaved a heavy sigh, shuddered, then nodded sharply. H-hai, hai hai
hai... it- it's only... He shook his head and fell silent, but his arms
shook violently where they were braced against the mattress.
Kenshin blinked. he ventured again, his breathing too shallow and
labored to manage any more. His entire body prickled with both nervousness
and helpless arousal, and he fought to not concentrate on that...
You're so beautiful, Sano whispered finally, shoulders shaking almost as
though he were laughing, but no such much was evident on his features. His
voice trembled as badly as Kenshin's had, if not worse, and he refused to
meet his eyes, shaggy dark hair hanging to obscure his features. So much
more beautiful... than anybody's got any right to be...
Kenshin remembered those words from that tumultuous hospital visit, and
smiled with shy affection, lifting a shaking hand to smooth his hair back
from his forehead, stroking the dark locks and rubbing his fingertips over
the hot skin. he returned, voice deeper than usual with emotion.
Anata wa... motto... kirei... Oh, Sano... The words weren't even
connected, not a sentence or phrase of any sort, but the bashful grin on the

boy's lips indicated he understood.
A hand caught his, and Sano kissed the palm, then the tips of each finger,
pushing him gently but firmly back to the mattress beneath him. Kenshin
stared up into his eyes, firming his resolve, shaking in anxiety but not
caring anymore. His breath came harsh and shallow as he tried to reconcile
himself with the thought of lying naked beneath Sanosuke, heart pounding and

head starting to hurt as the growing lack of oxygen registered. Sano's lips
nuzzled at his neck, then his hands settled onto his hips, the skin there
tingling in guilty pleasure at his touch.
Kenshin closed his eyes with a soft whimper, the denim of Sano's jeans
digging into the vulnerable flesh of his thighs. It was... it was too
much... just to lie here, those rough fingers playing over his hipbones,
velvet lips light on his chest, just dancing along, until-
Sano shifted position abruptly, lifting up to his knees, eyes flashing with
something he couldn't describe. Kenshin lay prone, blinking up at him
stupidly, aching with a life he'd never known before... every nerve was
singing with awareness, burning and working, the entirety of his body more
aroused and excited by Sano's simple nearness than he had ever known it
possible to be. It was all he could bear, simply to lie here... how could he

handle any-
With a graceless thump that was so endearingly like him, Sano knelt over
him, knees pushed against his upper calves, hands braced on either side of
his hips, head ducked. Kenshin closed his eyes with a sudden realization of
what the boy had in mind, a low moan sighing in tremulous song from his
throat. Oh... Sano... he gasped, flushing, shaking beneath him.
A rush of hot breath prickled across his burning need, and Kenshin sobbed,
jumping up beneath him. Sano's dark eyes closed, his head lowering, and then

the tip of his tongue teased along the throbbing length, hands sliding to
grasp his hips...
Kenshin wailed, his head snapping back, fingers digging into the sheet
beneath him, voice hoarse in shocked ecstasy. Sano's lips closed around his
hungrily pulsing need, suckling at him eagerly, the former throb seeming
docile compared to the violent pounding of need that vibrated under the
boy's ministration, all the blood rushing with a vengeance to his arousal.
he cried, voice catching, back arching and stiffening,
temples pounding to the same fierce rhythm of his hips, Sano's mouth pumping

along his length, hands stroking his thighs, a soft groan rumbling through
his lips... Kenshin sobbed and thrust against his mouth, trying to keep up
with the steady rhythm Sano had set, unable to... he couldn't handle this...

it was too much... too much... Oh, Gods... His throat vibrated with
continued moans, the passionate, breathy sounds spilling from his lips over
and over as Sano pleasured him...
the boy rumbled, his tongue stroking the throbbing flesh,
lapping at him, devouring him and touching him, touching him, a hand sliding

around the back of his thigh... Kenshin whined deep in his throat,
helplessly excited, Sano's fingers prodding at him, as though... as
though...
he panted, chest rising and falling quickly, breathing labored,
eyes squeezed shut. Oh, Gods... What was he doing? This felt too good... too

good to be wrong... how could something that felt so good, so right, be
wrong? This was right... this had to be right... Oh, Gods, Sano... he loved
him so much... so much...
Sano rasped against his throbbing need, the vibration of his
deep voice maddening, and Kenshin felt the sheets tear beneath his
scrabbling fingers, unbearable, unbearable... Do you want me?
he moaned, body quivering at a violent pace, clutching the
sheets and wanting him, wanting him, wanting him more than he'd ever wanted
anything in his life, but the fear that still weighed upon him was enough to

silence that desire... He was frightened, and he didn't know why... he
trusted Sano... he loved Sano... they could bear the consequences together,
he knew Sano wouldn't desert him... but...
It meant so much... this simple, physical act would mean so much...
It was the end, and yet so much the beginning...
Don't be scared, Sano whispered, his voice rough and harsh with desire,
and yet so agonizingly gentle, tender... There's no reason to be scared...
everything's okay. Everything's okay, Kenshin... He lifted his head, then
rubbed hot kisses along his length, then the insides of his thighs, nuzzling

him softly, gently, reassuring...
Kenshin whispered, eyes open to slits and staring blindly at
nothing. Hai... Hai, Sano...
Sano was silent, but he kissed one trembling thigh and slid a finger
against- Kenshin gasped, shuddering, squeezing his eyes shut and waiting,
unable to breathe-
He nearly screamed, Sano's long finger prodding deep inside him, the sudden
searing pain nearly enough to clear his mind... He squirmed, whimpering,
breath catching in his throat and choking him. he whined, twisting

in agony.
Sano's voice held the deepest of concentration, his free hand
laying a brief, reassuring caress on his cheek. Kenshin panted, trusting him

and waiting... but, Gods, it hurt, and-
His head snapped back with a sudden shriek of baffled ecstasy,
Sano's fingertip brushing- something- He sobbed, shivering, Sano stroking
him... inside... inside... and the pain was slowly ebbing away as he grew
accustomed to the invasion...
Daijoubu ka? Sano mumbled, the tiniest of smiles twitching on his lips.
Kenshin returned intelligently, brow furrowed, trying to
breathe, the growing tide of sensation threatening to overwhelm him. Sano
stroked him slowly, agonizingly slowly, gently, touching him so... so
intimately... His head fell back, moans pouring from his lips... It felt so
good... and the ache that had pounded inside, the emptiness that had begun
to nag with the same thrumming rhythm that tortured all his body... it was
soothed, by his touch, by...
Sano groaned, then edged a second finger inside him... then a third...
then... pushed, as thought searching for... for something, something that
he-
His voice tore at his throat, something exploding inside him,
unbearable heat rushing through his veins and catching his entire body to
fire... Sano's fingertips found that spot again, pushing, probing, waves of
unendurable euphoria breaking over him... He writhed beneath him, desperate
in passion and need...
A few moments passed, a few ecstatic moments, Kenshin's sobbing growing to
a frenzied, fevered pitch as Sano felt him, and then suddenly the teenager
withdrew from him in a sharp jerk, leaving him empty and aching. he

protested, squirming uncomfortably beneath him, not having been ready, not
ready to lose...
Shh, daijoubu, daijoubu... Sano soothed quickly, shifting. Kenshin
whimpered, laying his head back and closing his eyes, the pain inside too
much to ignore. He couldn't imagine how anything could be any better than
what had already passed between them, those things Sano had already given
him, his touch, his kisses, his love... what could there be left...? He had
to admit... he had little idea of how exactly... well, how exactly two men,
well... went about things... He'd tried hard to never find out, tried hard
to keep away from the subject, knowing that his knowledge of himself
being... homosexual... was exposure enough... but a little more knowledge
would probably be useful about now.
There was a bit of struggling obvious from the foot of the bed, but Kenshin
never opened his eyes, still scolding himself silently about being such a
closeted prude. After a few seconds had passed and some muffled cursing made

Sano's frustration obvious, there was a thump of denim on the floor and a
relieved sigh.
Kenshin opened one eye shyly, then he blushed deeply and tried not to
stare, his other eye creeping open as well as he peeked bashfully at Sano's
gloriously naked form. Gods, he was so very beautiful... so strong and
powerful, yet lean and slender, muscled, perfect, tanned skin and dark eyes
that surveyed him with such tenderness, and yet such hunger...
C'mere, now, Sano rumbled, moving forward and catching him close, their
trembling bodies pressing close to each other, a smothered gasp escaping
Kenshin's throat at Sano's hot skin on his, the sound of surprise and
pleasure reciprocated from the boy's throat. They froze for a moment, then
Sano groaned and pushed his hips hard against Kenshin's, their need grinding

unmercifully. Kenshin moaned and pushed back, body shaking in sinful
pleasure, savoring the feel of Sano's naked skin on his... Gods, he was so
beautiful... so perfect...
Sano didn't let up in the steady, driving force of his hips once, but his
hands slid to the backs of Kenshin's thighs, pulling them gently up and
apart. Kenshin resisted for only a second, uncomprehending, but relaxed
obediently in a moment, allowing Sano to do as he wished. Hopefully, he knew

what to do...
Sano kissed his lips softly, gently, tasting him, his hands pushing slowly,
lifting his lower back off the mattress. Kenshin squeaked, knocked off
balance, but caught himself by clutching at Sano's hips with his knees. The
teenager grinned briefly, something flashing in his dark eyes.
Kenshin blinked at him, blushing.
Trust me, he whispered, then kissed him gently, pushing his throbbing
length against Kenshin, then... then...
Kenshin gasped, his jaw falling open, Sano pushing inside him slowly,
filling him, completing him... Kenshin sobbed, moaning his name, neck weak
and head falling back, body arching up beneath him. Sano... Sano...
He pushed steadily until the ache was gone, the pain was gone, and all
Kenshin could feel was Sano throbbing inside him, pulsing to the same
steady, frantic rhythm that had tormented him so. He panted, sobbing, unable

to breathe... this was too perfect... too right...
Sano rumbled, then pulled out of him... Kenshin hung on the
edge, trying desperately to hold onto his sanity, his control, his very
mind, to-
And then Sano slammed back into him, and all was lost.
Dimly, Kenshin heard himself scream, Sano shouting along with him, but none
of that was important enough to command his attention, not now, not now as
Sano pounded him with such frantic passion, sliding in and out of him so
fast, so hard, friction building between them like fire and searing all his
sense away... It was so good, too good, too good to be real, to last, but he

wanted nothing more than for it to last, for it to last forever, to never
end...
Sano... Sano...
Oh, Gods, Kenshin...!
They clutched each other, wailing and crying, Kenshin's nails digging into
Sano's shoulders and tearing at the flesh, Sano gritting his teeth and
thrusting into him harder...faster... Kenshin gripped Sano's hips with his
thighs, wrapping his legs around his back and shivering, wailing in
unendurable passion.
Sano grunted softly, the low, animal sound thrilling his every sense, then
shifted, pulling him closer, changing his angle for some reason, and Kenshin

blinked dumbly for only a split second before the scream tore his throat,
head snapping back, heat churning inside him and exploding through every
vein in his body. Sano's brief grin of triumph was lost in the same waves of

euphoria that had buffeted him before, when Sano had first discovered that
spot inside him before, with the tips of his gentle fingers, but now...
now... underneath his powerful thrusts, the rough caresses of his hands, it
was too much, too much, those waves of ecstasy that broke over him
dissolving into a sea that threatened to drown him... it was too much...
Sano gasped out, his once-smooth motion growing more violent,
rougher, harder, so much as to almost hurt, but it didn't matter, nothing
mattered... Kenshin grasped him tightly, the throbbing too intense, too
intense to go on, and he was aching for release, but... He wasn't ready...
He wanted this to go on forever...
One calloused hand fisted around his feverishly pulsing need, pumping
roughly, savagely, thumb stroking over the slickened head and working him
hastily, with more than a touch of desperation. Kenshin sobbed his name
frantically, burying his face in Sano's shoulder. he managed,
Sano... don't- don't- don't ever stop...
Ah- ahh- K-Kenshin- His voice was harsh, heavy with emotion and lust.
Onegai... come for me... Onegai...
Kenshin whimpered, trying not to cry.
I'll never leave you- Sano whispered into his cheek. Never. I'll never
leave you. I'll always be here for you. Aishiteru... aishiteru...
aishiteru...
Kenshin clutched at him, eyes glazed and staring blindly ahead, feeling the
blood that slickened Sano's shoulders beneath his nails, the sheets beneath
him dampened with his own blood, torn from his veins by their violent
lovemaking, and secure in that knowledge, that Sano loved him and would
never leave him, let go...
Sano's thrusting continued on as he came, the white-hot ecstasy made that
much more agonizing, pounding at his senses and determined to drive him mad,

building and growing, his own cries and exhilarated screams echoing off the
walls of his tiny bedroom, until at the height of it all, Sano flooded him
with searing heat, enough to make him nearly faint, head spinning, Sano's
deep shout underscoring his own sounds of pleasure.
They hovered in the midst of it all for a long moment, stretching to
eternity, then fell together in a tangled mass of sweat-slickened limbs.
Sano was whimpering softly against his chest, hands clutching hard on his
sides. Kenshin breathed raggedly, shaking, tears in his eyes.
Sano, oh... aisuru... Kenshin lay a hand on Sano's rumpled hair, stroking
it softly, loving him so dearly in that moment that it hurt... Sano moaned
softly, nuzzling into him. The hot moisture of a tear burned against his
chest, and Kenshin moved his arms to encircle the teenager slumped on top of

him.
he whispered, voice husky and rough, arigatou yo...
Kenshin was silent to that, blushing fiercely, but hugged him tightly and
closed his eyes, obscenely comfortable and sleepy. Sano purred a little at
his embrace and seemed to relax against him.
The siren song of sleep was entrancing, and Kenshin let it take him,
sighing happily and snuggling his young lover close.
He could worry about the rest in the morning.

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