This is the second chapter, hope you enjoy it :D This contains a little more humor I feel...:D

Warnings:

Yaoi/Shoenen-ai
Language
Mild violence/References to blood.

Pairing: Gintoki x Hijikata

PS. When they say 'Sakata' they means 'Gin' and when Gin says 'Oogushi-kun' he means Hijikata.

Hijikata gasped as Gintoki's tongue glided across his own to lazily caress the roof of his mouth. His head tilted slightly, and the older samurai felt the hand that was tightly gripping his hair slacken, travelling down to the base of his head and gently fondling the short hair at the back. It felt a bit more relaxed now; even Gintoki had closed his eyes. Something still didn't feel quite right though. With one last swirl of the tongue, Gintoki withdrew momentarily from Hijikata, teasingly nipping his lower lip before hungrily devouring the exposed flesh below the samurai's jaw line. Gasping, the older man gently clutched the youth's hair; the thick, silver curls licked around his fingers readily. This is bad, he thought as he felt the young man's hand travel downwards to trace the contours of his spine, loosening his robe as it did so; he cried out slightly as Gintoki's hot, moist breath gently cascaded into the sensitive opening of his ear.

"Tosh…Toshiro wants this baaaad doesn't he? I can tell…" he said drunkenly. Hijikata felt a long, slender digit slide across his larynx. He shuddered. "That's because Toshiro…because he hasn't done this in a long time." he realised that he had the chance to escape and tightly grasped the curls he had been holding relatively gently for the past few minutes. Gintoki squeaked and reeled, trying to prise the older samurai's hand from his head.

"Listen you! You…you drunken moron! I don't want this, and you don't want it either!" he hesitated as Gintoki stared up at him, almost sheepishly; surprised as the silver samurai's eyes blinked lazily and he abandoned his efforts to escape. In response to this, Hijikata tentatively released the clump of hair, letting him fall to his hands and knees. Seemingly more dazed than before, he slowly turned away from the older man to crawl into the bed close by, mumbling incoherently to himself before wrapping the sheets around him and falling into sleep. Hijikata exhaled slowly, observing at the younger man as he lowered himself to the ground. Trying to find reason in that man…was impossible. As his breathing stabilized, he picked himself up and hesitantly left the room, his eyes never leaving the other samurai. I…have my morals, the thought contemplatively as he made his way to the spare room he was sleeping in; to do something like that with someone so drunk would be irresponsible he assured himself. Stopping momentarily, he cleared his throat and took one last look back at the room, absently licking his lips, trying to recall what he had tasted before; a taste he could only define as being…sweet. I have my morals.

It wasn't until the next day he realised the enormity of the situation. Lying in his bed, he covered his face slowly with his arm, absently wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead. Still feeling the after-effects of drinking too much, he cautiously rose from his bed and felt his way around the room, making his way towards the toilets. His vision blurred in and out of focus with each pound of his head and he had to stop momentarily to find his bearings.

"Good morning Toshi!" Hijikata closed his eyes and slowly exhaled as his vision failed him "You knocking it back last night? That's not like you! Say how about when you come for breakfast, I'll give you mine as well! How about it?" I can hardly keep down what little I had yesterday, he thought bitterly, swallowing harshly as anything in his stomach made a brave dash for freedom. As he opened his eyes he was greeted with his commander - and seemingly Captain Okita Sogo as well.

"Hey Vice Commander…you were really knocking it back sir? You're all sweaty sir. Your eyes are all blood-shot sir. Very unattractive sir. You'll never get married now sir." he said bluntly, gently poking Hijikata's face mockingly.

"Oh shut it you little half wit." he grumbled, before pushing past them both finding his full bladder unable to withstand the wait anymore.

"Hey Toshi! Don't forget my offer!" his Commander shouted, with good intentions.

"Hey Vice Commander! You're unattractive! Don't forget it!" Hijikata braced himself to lunge at the young Captain, but decided against it as he was teetering on the edges of wetting himself. Throwing himself at the nearest of the urinals, he parted his robe hastily and lowered his underwear; feeling the sharp, painful stab in the abdomen that reminded him that he had held it in for too long as he tried to relieve himself. After some coaxing, a fast, steady flow finally was released and he relaxed, resting himself on the wall slightly as he sighed in utter relief. It was only in that brief moment of unguarded rest that he realised there was someone else in the room with him. His eyes darted from one side to the other. No one else using the urinals. He noticed that one of the cubicles of occupied. Cursing as he missed the urinal slightly, he finished his business and tentatively tried to make his way out of the room without being noticed.

"Hey hey…anyone there? Can you help me out? There's no toilet roll in this cubical and I need it," there was a pause "Like…bad." Hijikata gritted his teeth as the familiar voice rang unpleasantly in his ears. He mused just walking away and pretending he heard nothing, but was inclined to stay, recalling the little of what he remembered of the previous night. Cursing under his breath, he tossed a roll over the wall of the cubicle and hastily retreated from the room, not bothering to register the words that were said in appreciation. Flexing his hand as his movement slowed, he noticed it was considerably better than it was before and, after digging around in his robe, he retrieved his cigarettes and took one graciously. Exhaling hastily, he turned into his still dark room and planted himself down on the futon heavily.

"This really is too much…" he said aloud, rubbing the back of his neck, stiff from sleep. Taking another deep draw from the cigarette, he reclined against the wall that backed the futon, deciding he should get at least one more day's rest. He almost choked as he felt the presence of someone, and glanced the ghost-like vision of someone hovering meekly by the doorway.

"Hey…Oogushi-kun? Could you change my bandages?" the voice was very distinguishable, monotonous and plain. Gintoki. Hijikata regarded him carefully; he was paler than usual and seemed to need the support of the door frame, and yet his voice was unwavering. Oogushi-kun? Did he pull that one out of his ass? Oh, he called me that when….ah forget it. Clicking his tongue, he grunted as he rose and casually sauntered over to the youth.

"Oh? You need me do you?" he flashed a glare at the listless youth and took another deep draw "You could do your own yesterday." Gintoki blinked and patted his chest almost absently.

"Ah did I? I don't really remember." his eyes rolled upwards as if he recalled something "Ahhh, my leg right? But I can't do my chest or my neck." he scratched the back of his head gingerly and stared at Hijikata, who merely sighed.

"Fine, fine…sit on the futon and I'll get the supplies." he snapped, pushing past the silver haired man to march angrily down the corridor. It had been his intention to look after Gintoki until his wounds had fully healed, but after the events of the previous night, he could only hold contempt for him. He felt as though his feelings had been manipulated by the silver haired demon; regardless though, he still felt it necessary to care for him until he could leave. After retrieving everything he required he returned to the room to find Gintoki playing with his lighter. This did not amuse.

"What are you doing? You'll waste all the gas you moronic bastard." he said flatly, dumping the materials and snatching the lighter, he shook it close to his ear to make sure not too much had been wasted. He was greeted with that moronically childish grin that Gintoki bestowed upon those he was mocking.

"Sorry, it was just sitting there and…I got bored so I-" he yelped at the sharp smack to the head he received as Hijikata sat down, assembling the medical equipment.

"Idiot. Perm-headed bastard." he uttered as he began peeling the bandage from the younger samurai's throat. He was surprised when the youth didn't retort, he only seemed to stare through him, absently scratching the bandages on his chest. Hijikata slapped away the hand irritably and continued with what he was doing. Noticing the 3 or 4 new bruises on the young man's body, a wave of guilt consumed him and he tried to be a little more gentle. His experiences from the previous night were hazy, though he definitely remembered giving the other man a good beating. There was something he couldn't quite put his finger on that made him very uneasy in the youth's presence. The deep puncture in his neck was now a thin strip, healing quickly and without hindrance. Pleased with his Hijikata grunted in approval and gently smeared some of the medicinal balm across the wound. He smiled as he felt Gintoki shiver as his cold touch. His concerns about the wound on his chest were only deepened as the youth's hand found its way back to the previous spot and began scratching feverishly. Once again, he stopped the hand, holding it this time instead of hitting it away.

"Is it irritating? Does it itch uncontrollably?" he asked sternly as he regarded the heavily browed bandage. Gintoki's eyes widened a little in surprise, then he joined Hijikata in observing his chest,

"Mmm…I guess you could say that. Though, it's more sore than itching." he seemed to think about it "I remember getting kicked there, so perhaps a stitch or two has come away?" he mused, his expression twitching as he tried to preserve his composure. Hijikata ground his teeth, feeling guilty but also feeling panicked, as the other man seemed to recall more from that night than he did. He shook of the feeling of dread and began wrapping the bandages for his neck. Once this was finished, he lowered himself to Gintoki's chest and sniffed gingerly, receiving a scoff from the silver haired youth.

"Hey…that's kinda weird Oogushi-kun. Is this what you do on weekends?" he oozed coolly, jerking not so coolly as Hijikata yanked the medical tape from it's position to start unwinding the dressings.

"Well, it's not gangrenous, so I assume some stitches have been torn." he said nonchalantly as the youth grimaced. Revealing the wound, their suspicions had been correct and Hijikata had to stitch a section of the wound back up. This will prolong his illness…he thought wearily, cutting the thread briskly and applying the medicinal balm to the still raw flesh. He faltered as he noticed the stark contrast in the redness of the would to the paleness of his skin. Despite his physique, he looked rather weak and frail in this position. His thoughts were abruptly interrupted as Gintoki slapped his hand away from him, Hijikata stared at him in anger, then bowed his head in apology, realising he had been resting the weight of his hand on the wound. After being completely bandaged, Hijikata rinsed his hands in a bowl of medicinal alcohol and dried them on his robe. He flinched as a minor cut on his hand stung from the strong alcohol. Holding the hand to his mouth, he cautiously licked the small cut, removing the offending liquid with his tongue and replacing it with his inoffensive saliva. Wandering eyes soon caught the image of Gintoki, the fresh white bandage seemingly catching the light in the room, causing it to radiate slightly. His eyes rested there for a moment, watching his chest rise and fall delicately, consumed by the way his muscles rippled somewhat, slightly limited under the tight bandaging. They slowly followed the beautifully flowing contours of the ever moving body, faltering just above his navel. He gulped. He had to stop himself from biting down on his own hand as Gintoki tentatively touched his shoulder.

"Hey hey, you alright Oogushi-kun? You seem a bit…away." he said plainly, retracting his hand to scratch at his own shoulder. Hijikata released his hand, wiping the saliva covered limb feverishly on his robe. Why am I even looking at him? He thought furiously, digging out another cigarette and lighting it hastily. He was only met with confusion as Gintoki continued scratched absently, giving a dog-like yawn. His eyes seemed to grow heavier. Hijikata took the cigarette from his mouth.

"If you want to sleep, you're free to," he turned his attention towards the garden "Its not like I'll be going back to sleep today anyway." he figured this was his way of apologising for his behaviour the night previous. However, he didn't expect this to be taken the way it did.

He sat in awe as the young man brought the injured hand to his mouth and gently suckled on the tiny cut. Hijikata gasped as the warm flesh caressed his own, wanting to recoil his arm as the youth's tongue slid over the small cut over and over. Gintoki's eyes flickered upwards and a smile curled onto his lips as he sucked harshly, drawing blood out of the wound. The expression deepened as he gazed at Hijikata's expression, a mix of horror and awe. Gintoki released the hand and smirked as Hijikata cradled the limb, as though scalded. He licked his lips mockingly.

"You don't remember anything from last night do you?" he asked kindly, moving himself a little closer "Hmph…you really can't hold your drink, can you Oogushi-kun?" The older samurai merely blinked, desperately trying to recall what had happened. But he could not. Gintoki gently wrapped his arm around the other man, bringing him into his chest closely, hugging him tightly. Hijikata gasped at the notion of him being so intimate with the other man, but something inside him begged, pleaded for him to reconsider. These feelings soon became overpowering, and he ceased struggling, letting Gintoki plant soft kisses on his head. He couldn't condemn the feeling, it felt good. Letting himself relax in the other man's arms, he was comforted by the deep, powerful booming of the younger samurai's heart against his ear. It felt so close he might be able to reach out and stroke it. He felt Gintoki chuckle as he found himself caressing his heavily bandaged chest. Feeling his cheeks becoming warmer, he knew the deep inner struggle veering towards escape. Or Dominance. However, neither of these were an option to Hijikata, as he felt his robe slip effortlessly from his shoulders to the floor with a soft rustle. Hijikata gasped and began to struggle once more, the feeling of another being's flesh being so close to his own made him spasm uncontrollably. He wanted to run, his instincts were telling him that what he was doing was wrong, especially for someone in his position - but his thoughts were interrupted as the silver headed demon lunged forward suddenly, pinning him to the floor. His movements were almost feline, as he positioned himself above Hijikata with an expectant look on his face. He smiled. Leaning in, he softly kissed Hijikata's lips, teasingly retreating then coming back for a fraction longer, until Hijikata's mouth opened in protest at his departure. A satisfied smile curled on Gintoki's lips as he drove his tongue into Hijikata's unresisting mouth, lowering himself to his elbows to be closer to him. Hijikata felt his fingertips tingle as Gintoki lowered himself further, his chest slighting his own as he deepened the kiss. Unable to merely lie there any longer, he brought his previously stationary hands up to lock around Gintoki's neck, and raised a leg so it softly glided against the other man's soft skin. He received an unexpected thrill from hearing the almost inaudible moan hum in the other man's throat. The youth didn't waver however, his eyes were closed in a pleasant, content manner as he swirled his tongue lazily against Hijikata's, just as he had before. Any attempt at dominance was quickly thwarted so Hijikata could do nothing more than allow Gintoki to have his way. Gintoki withdrew himself and rose to his knees, sitting comfortably on Hijikata's stomach. He smirked at the Vice Commander as he wiped a line of drool from his lip with his thumb.

"My my Oogushi-kun…you look completely debauched." he exclaimed with far too much satisfaction than Hijikata was comfortable with. Steadying his uneven breathing, Hijikata managed to rise to his elbows to face Gintoki. His glare was only returned with a smirk, and those tired-looking eyes. Hijikata swallowed harshly, putting his weight onto his left arm, he lifted his right and gently traced the curve of Gintoki's protruding collar bone; he smirked as Gintoki shivered, letting out a noticeably pleasured sigh.

"You're not looking so angelic yourself." he uttered as Gintoki's hands cupped his own. He cocked an eyebrow as the youth breathed onto it. The other man laughed slightly as he rubbed the limb gently.

"Your hands are freezing…do you know how much of an turn-off that is? We really have to get you gloves for the next time." he said casually, breathing onto the hand once more. It felt good. Hijikata's pride got the better of him though, and he pulled the hand away moodily.

"Don't be so cocky; you'll be lucky if I don't disembowel you for everything you've done." he was merely greeted with a mischievous grin. His eyes widened in shock as he felt immense burning rising from the very pit of his groin, rising and bubbling to the surface, causing his whole body to tremor. If Gintoki's lips weren't firmly attached to his, he was sure he would have let out a scream as Gintoki rocked his hips, grinding their loins together painfully slowly. It took a moment before Hijikata could fully comprehend what was happening. The youth had quickly repositioned himself; his arm interlocked his own, his chest rubbed against the other's harshly; the bandages irritated his skin slightly as the ridges glided over an exposed nipple. His legs were apart, Gintoki's between them, he could feel his warmth through the fabric, an intense heat comparable to his own. He wanted to scream out as he realised the intense heat was an erection that had been blooming for a short time now, unbeknownst to him because of all the other distractions and complicated feelings that had been bombarding him. He opened his eyes, the lack of tongue moment encouraging this, to be greeted with those haematic orbs; though half-cast, still just as powerful. He could feel a smile grace the other man's lips as a bead of sweat rolled down his cheek, which Gintoki licked away, after parting lips with him noisily. Hijikata's breaths were heavily and strained as he tried to support the other man's dead weight. He gasped and clutched the sheets of the unmade futon tightly as Gintoki's warm, wet tongue slid along his jaw line, stopping for a brief, fleeting kiss, then continuing on it's journey. The youth only stopped when he reached Hijikata's ear, he flicked the lobe with his tongue teasingly, obviously delighting in the gasps and small whines he was receiving as payment.

"Hey…Oogushi-kun?" he whispered softly, each word as clear and crisp as a winter's morning "Does it feel good?" Hijikata winced slightly as the drawn out breaths from the youth's nose tickled his newly moistened skin. His breath escaping him, he collapsed as Gintoki rocked his hips harshly, and was left lying uncomfortably on the futon with one arm over his face, hiding his embarrassment. Gintoki giggled childishly and lifted his arm, peeking at him. Hijikata's face was burning now, sweat glistened his face and chest, his shuddering, heaving breaths proving he could no longer hide his frustration. Turning his face away sharply, he was poised to bite if anything came near.

"Oogushi-kun…come on…there's no need to feel embarrassed." Hijikata felt his eyes snap open unwittingly, and his body threw itself at Gintoki.

"Embarrassed?! You have no idea what that word means do you?!" he screamed hysterically as Gintoki caught his arm mid-swing. "Do you even know what this means?! Do you fully comprehend what we're doing?!" Hijikata tried to contain himself, but his body was screaming for some kind of release, and he felt this was better than the road they were heading down. He faltered though, feeling his eyes filling from sheer frustration and embarrassment.

"It's disgusting! It's completely vile! You….you're disgusting!" he wailed, shying away from Gintoki's grip "Look at what you've done to me! You've reduced Demonic Vice-Commander Hijikata Toshiro into some…some snivelling housewife!" Shuddering gasps were all he could manage, his strength leaving him as Gintoki's strong arms wrapped around him, his lips curling graciously around his own before he buried his head into the crook of his neck.

"Don't be ashamed of the way you're feeling." Gintoki whispered. Hijikata gasped as he nipped a sensitive spot on his throat "Besides…" a devilish demeanour overcame Gintoki as he wrenched Hijikata from him, forcing him to stare into his blood stained eyes.

"A samurai like you…a mouldering piece of shit like you couldn't possibly handle me," he grinned evilly, clutching the back of Hijikata's head he pulled him in, just short of their lips touching "You…you're a weak, feeble minded cockroach under my foot…you're a lesser man just for being in my presence." and with that, he forced their mouths together; the strained, forceful kiss was unpleasant for both, but it remained until he parted once more before locked them together again. "I could easily kill everyone in this building…because you're such a weak, pitiful mongrel." Until Hijikata ended it.

Biting down with all the strength that was available, he cleanly punctured the other man's lower lip; causing blood to gush in a small stream from his mouth to his chin. There was pain in the young samurai's eyes, but there was also relief. The expression was so complicated, Hijikata daren't question it, he merely released him. The taste of metal was so strong in his mouth, he had to spit it out as his stomach turned. Gintoki laughed from opposite him. He wanted to punch that smirk off of his face, but the look he received convinced him to merely keep his fist clenched for the moment. The younger samurai wiped his mouth gingerly, but a new stream replaced the one he had just wiped.

"Nothing like bringing the blood to the boil, right Oogushi-kun?" Hijikata frowned, he couldn't tell his intentions anymore. That friendly carefree smile had only moments ago been intensely menacing and cruel. Hijikata said nothing, he only looked at the man opposite him; strong, and surprisingly cunning too.

"I don't want to see such a strong man - a man I admire, snivelling like a frightened child." Gintoki said finally, reaching up and scratching the back of his head. "I was just trying to restore a bit of…masculinity…fighting spirit if you will." he said contemplatively, his half-cast eyes rolling upwards lazily. The older samurai regarded him carefully before crawling over to him and gently taking his jaw in his hands.

"Masculinity? I don't know about that…but thank you…Sakata. I needed that." he said quietly and with slight reluctance. He licked the blood from his chin and followed it to his swelling lower lip before suckling contently on it. A smile emerged as Gintoki opened his mouth, uttering a sweet nothing before taking control once more. Hijikata had lost whatever restraint had been holding him before, and let Gintoki lower him to the futon. It can't be helped…he thought in reflection as Gintoki nuzzled his neck, bestowing countless pecks and licks to the soft, gently pulsating flesh. Hijikata turned his head so that more flesh was exposed, and Gintoki graciously complied; tendering the skin close to his jaw as his hand slowly, cautiously swept lower down his torso so softly caress the tight, firm muscles of his thigh. Hijikata swallowed and opened his mouth, crying out silently as the rough skin of the hand rubbed the tender skin just below his navel.

Rust-red eyes darted up quickly as fingertips lifted the band of his underwear cautiously, to brush against pubic hair fleetingly. Hijikata returned the stare, giving permission silently as those same fingertips probed deeper to teeter on the edge of hot, sensitised flesh.

This surely…cannot be helped.

I hope you enjoyed this :) Sorry...I'm not very good at writing about...'that' so please forgive my inability to do so this chapter, but as you can probably draw from this ending, it 'will' be in the next one, I promise you.

As always, could you please review and tell me what you thought? That'd make me happy :)

In hindsight - Have a happy new year :D