Sorry for the delay; it's the type of chapter that requires one to be...in the mood, as it were. XD Here's chapter 3

Warnings:

CONTAINS STRONG YAOI
Language
Mild violence

Pairing: Gintoki x Hijikata

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

Hijikata expected those probing fingers to go much deeper, but they instead retreated; rising up once again to caress a suitably raised nipple, circling the circumference lazily. It seems he could not hide his disappointment as laughter hummed against his neck.

"Are you enjoying it? Hmm…Oogushi-kun?" Gintoki whispers as he sucked on reddening skin. The bastard's teasing me…Hijikata thought angrily as he felt the rough finger against the sensitive skin. Jerking, he almost threw Gintoki off of him as the nail of the finger tore into the flesh.

"What do you think you're doing?!" he restrained himself from shouting, as it would attract attention. The silver haired man merely blinked up at him with a nonchalant expression as he circled the nipple again. He shivered.

"You can't take it rough Oogushi-kun? I thought you would have preferred it that way." Gintoki said moodily, staring at Hijikata relentlessly. The skin was not broken, nor even showing traces of being scratched. After Hijikata examined himself once more, he lay cautiously back down on the futon, covering his eyes with an arm.

"No scratching or biting, or I'll kick you back to puberty. Arrogant bastard." he received a grunt and felt movement, but nothing of the previous activities were resuming. He dared a peek and realised the young man was removing what was left of his undergarments. Unable to resist, he moved the arm a little more, as he viewed the young man and all that he had to show. The way his muscles rippled with each careful breath caused Hijikata to gulp; his eyes were drawn downwards, to that specific area just below the navel. White. Gintoki must have noticed his line of sight, and placed a hand hastily over his groin.

"Ah Oogushi-kun! You pervert! And it's only our first date too…" he said mockingly, turning his body away from him, exposing his backside to him. Hijikata blinked in disbelief and raised himself to a sitting position, grinding his fingers into the futon to keep himself composed.

"What are you doing you clown!" he shakily exhaled "Get on with it or I'm leaving." he said promptly, refusing even to glance at the other man. He found himself looking up, however, as he felt movement on the futon. Gintoki had knelt down and was gently fingering Hijikata's waistband. His eyes widened and he shied away from his touch.

"Sorry, I was just teasing. It's okay, I wont do it again." he cooed softly, removing the underwear smoothly and tossing them to the side. Black. Gintoki raised his eyebrows fleetingly before returning to his usual expression. A hand was pressed firmly to Hijikata's stomach to force him onto his back, but he did not move, he glared at Gintoki as a fox-like grin spread on his face. Whatever he had been planning though was quickly forgotten though, as a strange but pleasant heat exploded in the pit of stomach; the familiar bubbly, tingling sensation followed suit. Unintentionally tightly closed eyes opened a fraction to catch a glimpse of the young samurai drag a rough finger up the shaft of his member, to lazily, cruelly dance over the head before travelling back down again. Hijikata moaned audibly this time and tightly gripped the sheets of the futon, as Gintoki curled his hand around his throbbing member. Shuddering, he almost cursed as the young man pulled his thumb across the slit. He opened his eyes to find himself staring into those bloody discs. Sweat glistened on his tight, warm body; fighting the urge to thrust into the firm grasp of the samurai. Gintoki smiled, obviously revelling in the reaction he received from slowly pumping the throbbing organ, twisting the Demon Vice-Commander's usually stoic expression into that of wanton desire and lust. Hijikata gasped as the hand was removed; the relentless pounding of blood lessened ever so slightly. At first it was almost a relief, but an ache soon presented itself, an ache so strong and violent he could not ignore it. Swallowing, he brought himself up and curled an arm around Gintoki's neck, grateful for the rush of pleasure and release it brought as they kissed. The young man pushed him away gently, enough to clamp his mouth to his neck and tenderize the already marked flesh. Hijikata moaned softly and dug his face into Gintoki's shoulder. This is the point of no return, he thought as he pressed his shallow nails into the young man's pale skin. I can't just leave now, he closed his eyes. I need it. Gintoki pulled himself away suddenly and repositioned himself, unable to hide a smile as he parted Hijikata's legs.

"Don't worry Oogushi-kun," he lowered himself carefully, a hand stroked down the inside of Hijikata's thigh slowly, reaching its destination as it wrapped around the hot, hard flesh at the base "I'll be very gentle." irritated as this comment made him, Hijikata didn't have time to dwell on it; glorious warmth engulfed his arousal. He recoiled as slick muscle caressed his member, twisting and twirling relentlessly; pressure building as he felt the flesh being sucked. With each slow, rhythmic bob of Gintoki's head, more pleasure, more heat fractured his tightening body. Holding his breath and clamping a hand over his mouth, he felt Gintoki's eyes on him and looked down, giving his approval with a slight nod. The sucking didn't increase, but the young man's skills presented themselves; moaning deeply, the young man hummed into the sensitized flesh, as his free hand gently caressed inner thigh. Hijikata released his breath harshly, his free hand only finding purchase amongst Gintoki's thick curls. I'm at my limit. Moaning strenuously through his hand, his grip tightened as the other samurai flicked his slit, his eyes darting upwards to seek approval. Knitted eyebrows, rapid breath and sweat causing normally free strands to stick to his face, Hijikata hoped, would be enough of an answer; he knew that if he took his hand away from his mouth, the howl that would emerge would call the whole Shinsengumi to his room. Seemingly satisfied with this response, the young man sucked deeply rolling his tongue across the rim of the head; flicking upwards to dart across the slit once more. It was then that Hijikata could no longer hold in what he had been trying to desperately. His body released itself, spilling helplessly into Gintoki's welcoming mouth. He was sure he lost consciousness for a few moments as his vision sparked, only half aware of himself falling, with a thump, to the futon. His body shuddered as he continued to orgasm, each pulse of pleasure lessening with each contraction, until it was a mere tingle accompanying the inconsistent throbs swirling within him. Breathing slowly, it occurred to him that throughout, the delicious warmth that had devoured him had never left, and looking up, he discovered the silver haired man was still sucking the ever softening organ.

With one last vulgar slurp, Gintoki removed himself from Hijikata, smiling almost cockily.

"Ah, so you enjoyed it Oogushi-kun? I expected as much…" he seemed confused for a moment, before tentatively licking his lips. "You're definitely not sweet Oogushi-kun." he said contemplatively, crawling over Hijikata so that their bodies rubbed together. Hijikata grimaced as Gintoki's arousal touched his flaccid member, still fairly sensitive just after orgasm.

"Moron…what were you expecting? Candy?" he retorted mockingly, allowing Gintoki access to his neck, though he seemed content in kissing his collarbone this time.

"Maybe." The young man rocked his hips suddenly, grinding them together. Hijikata sighed as a small wave of pleasure budding from within him accompanied the pain, he knew he wouldn't have another erection for some time, but the actions were not completely unpleasant. Gintoki didn't give the same reactions; it irritated Hijikata that the young man was not moaning or gasping, merely sighing and lingering; as if the whole thing was so familiar it had lost it's passion. Stopping his ministrations, Gintoki sighed contentedly and pulled himself up further, so that he was face to face with the older man, and to his side. Hijikata regarded his companion, who was as nonchalant as ever, despite the situation. It was maddening, but the after-effects of the orgasm were still circulating, so he decided to let himself relax while he could. He couldn't stop the small smile curl on his lips as he felt Gintoki's touch; gently wiping away the wet strands of hair matted to his face to softly caress his brow with his thumb, to kiss his eyelids and let his warm, moist cheek rest on his own contently. Swallowing, he opened his eyes to regard his expression. As usual, it was difficult to read, though he looked fairly content. An odd sigh escaped the young man, and he looked down to inspect what he was doing. Hijikata blinked wearily as he regarded the young samurai, slowly stroking himself.

"What….why are you doing that?" Gintoki's genially closed eyes opened slightly, before shutting as he continued.

"I'm waiting…I don't want to loose my erection." he said softly, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. Hijikata raised himself to his elbows, forcing Gintoki to sit separately, as he examined the samurai's manhood.

"You're not at your limit? What are you waiting for exactly?" he asked with caution, staring at the organ with morbid fascination. Looking back to Gintoki's face, he caught his eyes and frowned as they darted to his own groin.

"Oh that's ridiculous!" he snapped, relishing in the expression he received. He wasn't sure how to respond to such an occasion; nothing like this can ever be taught, he thought absently as he kept his vision on Gintoki's face. It was then he received an expression he hadn't been expecting, one that he didn't particularly like. Eyes cast downwards, head lowered and a hand absently scratching at the back of his head.

"…could you maybe…give me a hand to the bathroom?" sheer guilt, and shame. Hijikata wasn't sure how to answer; this man had just satisfied him sexually. Even though the whole experience had been unwanted, could he just let him leave?

Gulping, Hijikata made his mind up, moving towards Gintoki, he handled his jaw and lifted it to reveal slightly reddened cheeks.

"You don't have to be embarrassed," he said finally, swallowing as he regarded the man's arousal, trying to be calm. "You could have just asked." he said coolly, lowering himself while gently pushing Gintoki back, exposing his bandaged chest. The young man appeared to grimace, but he couldn't be sure.

"My, my Oogushi-kun," he said softly, letting his hand rest on the older man's shoulder as Hijikata lowered his head to his arousal, "You're quite the gallant Vice-Commander aren't you?" ignoring the perm-headed young man, Hijikata stared at the younger samurai's member. It was significant in size. Trying to open his mouth, he found it snapping shut before he could get close. His jerky approach was halted, however, as he felt a sharp bang to the top of his head.

"Stop breathing on it, you'll kill me!" Hijikata smiled and cautiously licked the arousal. Gintoki shuddered.

"I can do what I like; one false move and I bite the bastard off." he glanced up demonically. "Clear?" Gintoki laughed nervously.

"Hey hey, Oogushi-kun…I'm not into that S&M stuff you know? Christ he's scary…" the latter uttered under his breath as he winced from another carefully planted lick. Hijikata withdrew as Gintoki manoeuvred himself into a more comfortable position; his legs crossed as he sat, leaning back on his arm as one still held onto Hijikata. The older samurai swallowed as he lowered himself once again. He had never thought of the man as being particularly attractive, but now he was simply glowing. His soft moist skin, his beautifully toned body; even his eyes looked alluring for once. His actions seemed comforting, almost like a teacher, showing him what to do with patience and understanding. Delighting the soft moans, Hijikata sucked on the arousal gingerly, trying to mimic what Gintoki had done previously. He smiled and closed his eyes as he felt the hand previously resting on his shoulder move to the back of his head to gently stroke it, comfortingly, sparing the odd occasion when he would lick something sensitive and the fingers would stiffen. Glancing upwards as he withdrew slightly, his mouth stopping just short of the head, he felt his stomach tighten in a familiar fashion as he gazed at Gintoki. Sweat trickled down face to rest at his collarbone, his head flung backwards, his chest jutted forward, gasping before moaning deeply in an almost agonising manner. Sodden hair stuck to the young man's face, covering his eyes as his body buckled under itself. At first he thought he had hurt him; as he fell to the futon, Hijikata hastily crawled over him to inspect his wounds. Nothing was amiss. Even though Gintoki looked pained, the young man smiled sincerely as he opened his eyes, his gasping breathes slowing a little. Hijikata realised what had happened.

Raising his hand to his face, he cautiously wiped his mouth and inspected what the wet trace was. He rubbed the substance curiously, before his thoughts were disturbed by gasping laughter.

"Sorry Oogushi-kun…" Gintoki said softly, slowly rising to a sitting position to hold Hijikata gently "I couldn't hold it anymore." The kiss was almost numbing, though only now could he taste the foreign substance clearly. Sweet? Surely that was Gintoki's mouth, it always seemed to have traces of sweetness. Did I…swallow it? He thought as the ever probing tongue glided across the roof of his mouth. Looking down absently, he noticed the young man's arousal had indeed faltered; but also that his load was mostly on his stomach and thighs.

"I pulled away." the voice seemed distant in Hijikata's thoughts, but the source was soon brought to his attention. Gintoki rubbed against some of the fluid with his finger and raised it to Hijikata's lips, "I didn't want to make you taste me without permission." Hijikata took a breath before cautiously sucking on the extended finger. Salty. Bitter. This was Gintoki?

"Hey hey, Oogushi-kun…that's very sensual, even for you." uttered Gintoki, with his usual placid expression. He kissed Hijikata leisurely before lying back on the futon with one arm behind his head. The sheer audacity of this man! Hijikata thought as he settled himself down beside him, wincing as he pulled the sheets around them; his budding arousal disturbed by the touch. Sighing thoroughly irritated, he turned on his side and rested a hand on Gintoki's arm. It was warm. He yearned for sleep now, but he could feel those rust-coloured eyes gazing at him relentlessly.

"What is it Sakata?" he said without opening his eyes.

"I think it's time we did things…properly." the words pierced him like a sword, each one stabbing itself deeper into him. Looking up at him with a frown, he was shocked to find the sheets covering Gintoki's crotch was bulging slightly.

"How can you be….are you…already?" he asked hastily, the young man merely smiled and turned the older man onto his back, Hijikata's limbs still too weak to protest.

"I'm young." was all that he said before lips his caressed his own; tenderly, but hungrily. Hijikata gasped as he felt Gintoki's hand glide over his hip and under him to fondle a cheek. Gintoki smiled widely as he brought the hand around and out from underneath to part and lift one of his legs. In doing this, he lifted himself and the sheet that had been covering them slid downwards to crumple at his hips. A contented sigh escaped the young man, the anticipation obviously building.

"It's too warm to be under sheets." he remarked, his voice sultry and heavy. Hijikata noticed the sheen from his body, a thin film of sweat glistened on the young man's skin. Godly. Even the mere sight of the man was making the fire in his loins stir ferociously; and in response, his budding arousal was blossoming quickly causing him to moan unexpectedly. He felt Gintoki's lips on his neck, his fingers dancing across his testes to caress his perineum. Crying out as this extremely sensitive area was touched delicately, he clamped a hand over his mouth and moaned raucously, the sound muffled greatly by the hand. Gintoki muttered something incoherent before his fingers probed ever deeper, circling his entrance cautiously before pressing down on the flesh firmly. A harsh breath escaped the Hijikata, and a frustrated moan followed. This was repeated once, twice. The finger pushed inward gently until the whole of the tip was inside, then it remained stationary for a moment or two. Hijikata felt Gintoki's breath on his neck halt ever so slightly, as he pushed in the rest of the finger slowly. His cries were unheeded, almost unheard as he brought up his other hand to stifle his mewling. The foreign object felt as though tearing through his body, burning sharply with every movement, however slight. Finally, it paused it's movement and Hijikata felt Gintoki shift slightly, until his nose gently brushed his own.

"Oogushi-kun…this might hurt," he uttered softly, kissing his cheek tenderly he removed the finger, as if to distract. "but I assure you; it'll feel good."

He was briefly relieved, but he couldn't help but feel an emptiness from it's departure. Moving slightly, Gintoki stretched himself to the side momentarily before resting his body delicately on Hijikata's. He winced as he felt the finger once more, pressing inside his body slightly before being removed. Another kiss as the slick finger entered once more, pushing slightly deeper. Repeating a few more times, the intrusion wasn't as painful, and the finger slid slowly in and out of him, without resistance. Gintoki murmured something, but Hijikata wasn't listening, he only registered the sound. He felt soft, quick kisses on his collarbone, his chest hitching slightly as his unattended arousal was fondled. Hijikata gasped and threw his body forward as he felt the head of Gintoki's erection press softly against his entrance. In doing this, he knocked Gintoki's face against his chest harshly, and caused the hand to rip from his arousal. He cursed and tensed as the wave of pleasure subsided, and he drew his attention to Gintoki, who looked up at him with vague interest.

"Did I do something wrong?" he asked innocently, cradling his manhood defensively. Hijikata's brow knitted as he stared at the young man, he was livid.

"You tried to put your….thing in me!" His irritation grew as the corner of Gintoki's mouth inclined ever so slightly.

"Ah (my thing)? I did ask you for permission; I assumed your silence was a yes." Hijikata faltered. He knew he hadn't been entirely listening to him, so this was possibly true. Swallowing, he lay back down on the futon, his cheeks suitably redder than before. Gintoki took this as an 'I'm sorry, please continue.' and did so, with renewed fervour. Hijikata felt almost relieved when Gintoki's hot, wet tongue plunged into his mouth. He hadn't forgotten about the near penetration however, and flinched as he felt Gintoki take his hip. With one hand. Glancing downwards, past Gintoki's curls, he noticed the missing hand was being heavily coated in a tub of the medicinal balm he had used to treat Gintoki's wounds previously. He sighed through his nose, as Gintoki retreated slightly taking the kiss outside of their mouths. Hijikata smiled as he realised that his companion was just as sexually frustrated as he was; his brow knitted, the red flush of his cheeks deepening, small moans and mewls escaping his open mouth as he prepared himself. Ending the kiss, he drew himself up slightly, stuffing the sheets of the futon underneath Hijikata to raise him slightly as he lifted and parted Hijikata's legs.

Hijikata darted an inquisitive look at him, but he needn't have done. The head of Gintoki's arousal pushed inside him slowly until all of it was within him. Hijikata cried out and clamped a hand to his mouth as the organ pushed in even further. The soft moan from Gintoki comforted him slightly, but nothing could have prepared him for the sheer fullness he felt. The burning, stretching of his opening was too much to bare. Gintoki seemed to have been expecting this though, and sharply planted his hand firmly on his chest to disable movement. He did however, stop moving inside. As Hijikata grew accustomed to the fullness, his protest ceased and Gintoki removed his hand, instead cupping the rim of Hijikata's jaw. Almost completely inside now, Gintoki moved jerkily, struggling to proceed while the strong muscles of the sphincter were clenched down on the organ. He rested as he felt his pubic area touch Hijikata's arousal, and lay down on top of him gently, leaning on his elbows so that he didn't rest his full weight on him. He teased him finely, lingering on his lips and then pulling away until Hijikata begged. With gentle cooing, Gintoki pulled himself out of him slowly, halting momentarily before pushing back in. He hummed in pleasure as his inner thigh softly brushed against Hijikata's. It was painful, but it also felt strangely gratifying. He had never understood how this method of penetration, in men or otherwise, would give anything but pain. Pleasure sparked through his body suddenly as Gintoki pushed in a little faster, and touched something deep inside, brushed it for a moment. Feeling the moan building inside him, he forced himself onto Gintoki, kissing him passionately as he bellowed into him. His body seemingly gave up trying to resist, and the muscle constricting Gintoki's shaft slackened, allowing him to slide himself in and out with ease. The rhythm remained the same however; slow and leisurely. It was frustrating to no end, but the slowly building pleasure coiled in his loins and he lifted his legs to wrap around Gintoki's hips. His idle hands clutched to Gintoki's shoulders as he stroked his prostrate time and time again. The slow gentle thrusts were soothing though, and even though the intense pleasure was fleeting, the rhythm was coherent, the pace consistent. Gintoki hummed in pleasure as kissed Hijikata as he curled his fist around his arousal, to pump it gently to the rhythm of his hips. Words were unneeded as Hijikata's mouth opened to speak, Gintoki's grip tightened slightly, and Hijikata came, spilling over Gintoki's hand and his belly. After the final waves of pleasure had subsided, he relished the tender kiss he received. He felt it was a thank you, for his trouble. The slow thrusting continued, and Hijikata was left to regard his companion, who had closed his eyes in pleasure. The thrusts didn't quicken, nor become more forceful as he climaxed inside. Hijikata's eyebrows knitted slightly as he felt the hot liquid filling him. Sighing, he smiled as Gintoki kissed his eyebrow softly in appreciation; he savoured the other samurai's touch, as they embraced.

Hijikata had unintentionally drifted off when movement in the room caused him to stir. He rose slowly, groggily taking in his surroundings. His first shock was that Gintoki was no longer with him, the next, was that he was very wet and sticky. Lifting the sheet, he found the result of his activities across his lower regions. He sighed and lifted his head to regard the movement, that had once again caught his eye.

"Someone there? Don't skulk around in the darkness - show yourself immediately!" The movement ceased for a moment, before a young man emerged from the darkness.

"Have a nice dream Vice Commander? You seemed to be enjoying it." Okita. Hijikata, shook his head and scanned the area around him for his cigarettes.

"That's none of your business," he found the cigarettes and lit one on locating the lighter. He exhaled noisily, "What do you want Sougo." He said abruptly, irritation showing clearly in his tone.

"Well, it's just that," he paused, regarding Hijikata critically "while you were…snoozing…Vice Commander, the one called 'Sakata Gintoki', left the premises." Hijikata almost choked on the smoke of his cigarette and launched to his feet.

"He's gone?! How?!" The captain shrugged, turning his attention to Hijikata's crotch and mockingly hiding his face.

"….Cold….Vice Commander?" Hijikata couldn't stop the blush blooming on his face as he hurriedly wrapped his robe around himself.

"None of your business!" he blurted out testily, issuing a command to leave the room. Sitting down on the futon, Hijikata thought about the situation. Of course, Gintoki had never been a prisoner, he was merely there for medical treatment. There was nothing stopping him from leaving, but a 'goodbye' might have satisfied the curious, ambiguous emotions circling his mind. There was of course, the issue of what happened previously that day; had it been some intensely sexual, vivid wet dream? Or did it really happen. Hijikata sighed in frustration and continued to ponder as he looked out of the half-open door to the garden.

"It's a beautiful night," he said softly, taking a slow, deep drag of his cigarette before releasing it "the silver moonlight is…truly divine." Raising to his feet, he walked over to the door and rested his hand on it, gazing once more at the full moon above him.

"Oh well." he said as he slowly slid the door shut.

"It cannot be helped"

I dunno why, but i find writing that sort of thing....difficult...I'm sorry if the wordage was a bit repetive, i don't like using vulgar words like (cock)

As always, please review and tell me what you thought! I'll be submitting a Hijikata/Gintoki soon also, so please stay tuned for that ^^

Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed!