You've been waiting a while for this one! Hope you enjoy it ^_^Chapter 2!

It's a sort of 'follow on' from the 'It couldn't be helped' fic I uploaded a good few months ago ^_^ it seemed to do very well, so, here's a second parter, if you will.

Warnings:

Shounen-ai
Swearing
References to blood

Gintoki sighed heavily as he watched Hijikata pacing the room, every now and then walking to the window to peer out carefully.

"Hey hey…how long do I have to stay here?" he asked with little conviction, scratching the back of his head as he watched Hijikata stop to pay attention to him. He seemed to glare, but his voice suggested a hint of anxiety.

"I don't know…until we find out who that mob was and why they were after us I suppose." he swallowed. A hand that was gently fondling the hilt of his sword clenched suddenly as he leaned over to peer out of the window once more. He relaxed, however, as a small flock of birds catapulted from a bush near the outside wall. Sighing, he turned to Gintoki and gave him a soft expression.

"I apologise for the inconvenience." He said finally, pulling a cigarette packet from his pocket and retrieving one. He sat down with the cigarette in his mouth. Gintoki looked at him in a bemused sort of way. This man was not one of fear, nor one of cowardice. Why hide in the room? The way Hijikata looked at him puzzled him as well - an ambiguous expression much like one he would impose onto others. Gintoki felt an urgency to end the silence and cleared his throat, looking past Hijikata to the outside.

"I don't suppose you have any of that sake left?" he asked with feigned sheepishness. Hijikata's eyes widened, if only for a moment, then a smile formed on his previously thin, tight lips.

"I think we drank all that." he said coyly, lighting the cigarette that had been planted on his lips some time before. He slowly inhaled and let it out in a gush, much to the discomfort of Gintoki, who was on the receiving end. At least he's more relaxed now, Gintoki thought as Hijikata unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt.

"Is it any organisation we know?" The conversation had stopped with Hijikata's cigarette, so another attempt was made.

"Can't say for sure." Pfft, you're a crappy detective….Where's your spy huh? Hijikata's eyes were closed delicately; almost sleeping softly, as Gintoki tried to think of what to say. The awkwardness was…well awkward. With a slightly irritated expression Gintoki rose to his feet and padded over to the wardrobe, gingerly sliding open the doors and peering inside.

"He's not there, I've checked twice." he heard Hijikata slur from the other side of the room. Ah…that's good then, he thought internally, being careful not to stand in front of the window as he made his way back to Hijikata. He seemed tired, but reluctant to sleep. Swallowing harshly, Gintoki sat down opposite Hijikata and cleared his throat once more.

"….Do you?" This evoked only a small response from Hijikata, who raised his head a little and opened one eye.

"Do I what?" he asked testily, frowning. Gintoki could feel his cheeks becoming warmer and turned his head away.

"What Sougou was talking about." he paused, waiting for a response "I wouldn't object." he added after the silence had went on beyond a comfortable time. The silence continued however and Gintoki was inclined to look up at Hijikata - to be greeted with one in a shallow slumber. I don't want to wake him…he thought quickly, though his body was already on the move and he suddenly found his face inches from the other samurai's. Just one….just to see if it feels the same….he reasoned in his head as his lips brushed the other man's softly. Silken lips parted gently and he moved away as though in protest, but Gintoki leaned in a little closer and sealed the kiss. Passion, desire and lust that had been lying dormant in the pit of his groin suddenly burst from their slumber and sparked across his being. It sent tingles coursing through his lower regions and a burning raged deep within his belly. Gintoki's tongue found it's way into the unresisting mouth and proceeded to caress every inch of Hijikata's. Gliding across his tongue to tickle his palette, Gintoki was almost shocked from the kiss when he felt Hijikata's thin cold fingers softly fondling the base of his skull, twisting the curls delicately with each movement of his tongue. He felt a smile tear apart the kiss momentarily and he backed away, Hijikata's fingers still softly dancing across his scalp.

"That's sneaky…doing that when I've got my guard down." Gintoki smirked and tilted his head slightly, grimacing a little as cold fingers touched warm flesh.

"You shouldn't have your guard down - a murderous mob is after us." he said flatly, smiling at the glare he received. The hand that had been fondling the back of his head was brought around the back of his neck to gently rest on his collarbone. Gintoki shivered and placed his hand over it.

"We never did get you those gloves, did we?" he said quietly, gazing thoughtfully into Hijikata's eyes - which were unusually sultry. Hijikata merely smirked and removed his hand, unbuttoning another two buttons of his shirt causing his chest to be exposed. Almost without thinking, Gintoki moved forward and placed his hand on Hijikata's damp forehead.

"You're feverish." he said sharply and stood, walking over to the small cupboard he assumed had some medicine in it from the little red cross on the door. Hijikata felt his own head, but he would have felt warm either way, his hands being as cold as they were.

"I do feel a little warm…" he muttered as Gintoki returned with some cough syrup and a small cold pack. Hijikata cocked an eyebrow as Gintoki poured the syrup onto a spoon.

"What are you, my wet nurse? Why are you doing that? I'm not coughing." he said in defiance as the spoon was advancing. Gintoki pointed to the bottle - it indicated that it treated all symptoms of the flu. Hijikata, however, didn't want to take it and bolted for the wall.

"I'm not sick Sakata! I'm hot that's all! It's the middle of summer for Christ' sake!" Gintoki blinked and licked the base of the spoon as it was about to drip.

"There's nothing worse than a summer cold." Hijikata shook his head.

"I'm not sick!" he shouted and wiped his forehead "I do kinda feel…odd though…" he admitted, choosing this time to remove his shirt entirely and sink to the floor. Gintoki decided it wasn't worth the hassle and put the spoon down on a small tray that was lying close to him before crawling over to meet Hijikata. Inspecting him once more he sat back on his feet and rubbed his chin.

"It's almost like you've been drugged - your eyes are like saucers." he said sternly, lifting Hijikata's chin delicately. "Have you been taking drugs Oogushi-kun? Don't lie to mommy, mommy knows when you're lying." Hijikata slapped his hand away in irritation and thought carefully about what he'd done since he'd got back. Nothing unusual sprang to mind though.

"I dunno, I haven't taken anything intentionally….oh no….oh no!" he said loudly, covering his face with his hands, Gintoki scratched at his chest in bemusement then asked what it was he was fretting about. Hijikata smiled in a manic sort of way before placing his hand on Gintoki's arm.

"Sougou….when we came back, Sougou ran off then came back with a glass of water…" he looked up at Gintoki with tortured eyes "I didn't know! I was so thirsty from running around all day that I just took it without thinking!" he shook his head "Sakata he's poisoned me! I'm going to die!" Gintoki smiled briefly then calmly patted him on the head.

"There there Oogushi-kun - I think he's done something more harmless." Hijikata looked up for a moment, irritation getting the better of him as he smacked Gintoki's arm away. Gintoki smiled softly before lifting Hijikata's chin and giving him a deep, meaningful kiss - calming whatever worries Hijikata had been clinging on to. Once he was finished, he held Hijikata close and let his fingers swiftly trace the muscular contours of the Vice Commander's back.

"He's given you an aphrodisiac….probably." He felt Hijikata tense in anger beneath him, but a soft nibbling of his ear soon relaxed him. Gintoki wondered if he should take advantage of him in this state - he was vulnerable, they were being chased by a lynch mob and Sougou was obviously watching from somewhere. Hijikata made the decision for him, however, and pushed him backwards onto the cold tatami mats on the floor. Gintoki swallowed as Hijikata hovered over him, obviously not entirely sure what he was doing. He smiled and cupped Hijikata's jaw with his right hand.

"If you're asking for permission, you've always had it." he said softly, and gasped as Hijikata wrenched him up suddenly. Annoyed as his head was snapped back quite harshly, he scowled at Hijikata and rubbed his neck.

"Dammit Oogushi-kun! Up, down - make your mind up! I'm not a rag-doll!" his anger left him however, as Hijikata's moist warm face made contact with his shoulder. His breaths were quickened, as though out of breath.

"I…I'm sorry Sakata…I just…not like this…" Gintoki sighed and rested a hand on Hijikata's damp hair. It was obvious his dignity was winning over his lust, which technically wasn't a bad thing on Hijikata's part. However, Gintoki had been rather excited by the proposal of making love - he hadn't been involved in copulation for a long time now. He swallowed gently as he felt the bubbles of pleasure rise to the surface, and consequently sink, rather painfully, back down into his pits of his groin. Holding Hijikata for a moment, he lowered him to the mat beneath them and sighed.

"That's alright, I get it." he said softly and scratched his chest idly. The thought of manipulating him entered his mind for a moment, but he tried to dismiss it before it blossomed into something horrible. Hijikata had taken the bait though, and sat up wiping his forehead; he gave Gintoki an accusing look.

"Get what?" he said between breaths. Gintoki couldn't help himself.

"Well, I mean…y'know." he said furtively, crossing his legs and leaning back on his left arm, he picked his nose with his free hand. A smile tried to snap Gintoki's neutral expression, but it failed. Hijikata's eyes narrowed, his brow furrowed and he rose on his haunches towards Gintoki.

"What y'know?" he asked with a hint of malice in his throat, indicating that although he was intoxicated he still knew he was being mocked. He didn't approve. Gintoki glanced at him passively, dismissively as he approached like a predator stalking prey. A small smile blossomed on his lips as he looked at Hijikata sidelong.

"Well…if you feel you can't top what I gave you, that's okay right?" he said, trying not to laugh as he saw Hijikata stop dead. "I know I'm a pretty mean machine in bed, so don't feel bad about being inferior. It's natural to feel that way." Hijikata twitched. This is too easy…I actually feel kinda bad for him, Gintoki thought as Hijikata was still mid-stalk not far away from him. He turned to face him at the wrong moment though and was sent hurtling towards the futon at the other end of room. Whatever delirium had got a hold of Hijikata immediately left him and transformed him into the more familiar, demonic Hijikata that Gintoki knew so well. Almost as he hit the ground, Hijikata wrenched him up to a sitting position and began hastily unbuttoning his shirt. Gintoki smiled to himself and shook his kimono from his shoulder, allowing the shirt to slip down as well, as Hijikata finished unbuttoning it. Hijikata stopped his ravishing for a moment and gently traced Gintoki's collarbone, dancing downwards to glide across an oval, erect nipple. Gintoki shivered at his touch and took his hand.

"Still freezing Oogushi-kun, I've warned you about that." he brought the hand to his mouth and cautiously licked one of his fingers, causing him to flinch. "You'll never be able to satisfy me with such cold hands." he gave Hijikata a sultry look; but he seemed un-phased and returned a rather more, devious expression. Retrieving the hand Gintoki had grasped, he did him the same courtesy, only he hesitated with his tongue and smiled.

"Who says I'm going to use my hands?" and with that, proceeded to suck Gintoki's forefinger passionately, allowing the whole finger to be enveloped in saliva. Gintoki felt the soft sucking and rolling of Hijikata's tongue against the digit. He almost choked. Sexy! So Sexy! Oogushi-kun has transformed from a 'uniformed man of the law' type to a 'devastatingly sexy rent-boy' type! He swallowed audibly, it was almost painful. Hijikata released his hand and proceeded to untie Gintoki's belts. Gintoki assisted when he struggled, allowing himself a chuckle. The concoction Sougou had given him was definitely doing something to him, whether he knew it or not. Allowing himself to be de-trousered, he ignored the fact he was still wearing boots, and that his trousers had not technically left his body. He sat with his kimono, shirt and belts heaped by his waist, his trousers down past his knees but not off. Hijikata grinned at him and loosened his own trousers - though he didn't take them off. Leaning back on his arms, he allowed Hijikata to nuzzle his neck, letting a few stifled moans escape him as he nipped or nibbled somewhere sensitive. Leaning back a little further, he exposed his pale, well toned neck to Hijikata and waited for him to continue; but nothing came. Turning and opening his eyes, he found Hijikata was gripping the hilt of his sword tightly and looking cautiously in the direction of the window. He couldn't see his face, but he could feel his body becoming tense - he was a coiled spring, a wolf getting ready to pounce on his prey. He felt something was wrong with this situation and coughed, alerting Hijikata's attention to him - if only for a minute.

"This looks really bad." he said in a monotone voice. It took a moment for it to sink in, but Hijikata got the message and leaped up from Gintoki, being sure to be facing the window where he heard the disturbance. Gintoki quickly pulled his trousers back up - it was warm, so there really was no reason to put his shirt back on. Pulling himself to a standing position, he joined Hijikata as they advance on the window. Nothing seemed amiss though. He saw doubt flash across Hijikata's face for a moment, then he noticed something about the bushes in the background - he noticed they had moved.

"Bazooka boy! Get your butt over here! We can see you!" the bush obediently stood up and walked leisurely towards the window. Gintoki heard Hijikata choke.

"Sorry Boss, couldn't help myself." he shrugged as Hijikata took a swing at him. "After I gave him that water I was expecting something to happen a bit faster." he glanced at Hijikata, who was burning holes in his face. Gintoki sighed and put his hand on his shoulder, scratching absently.

"Ah, so was I, but what can I say? You really ruined the mood." he said in slight annoyance, noticing that Hijikata was so tightly wound up it would take a lot to get him to relax; not to mention his own passion was draining from him like bath water. Hijikata sheathed his sword and grunted.

"Damned Sougou! And damn you too! You natural perm-headed bastard!" he would have grabbed him by the collar but there was a noticeable lack of that, so he merely waved a fist at him. "You were going to take advantage of me after what this little cretin did to me!"

"Deviously clever cretin." Sougou corrected.

"Still a cretin, nevertheless!" he yelled, punching the air that Sougou had occupied moments before. Turning his attention back to Gintoki, he sighed and zipped his trousers up.

"That's the end of that, get back inside - that mob is still about. And you-" he pointed to Sougou "Get out of the bushes and to your room. Stay vigilant." he said quietly as Sougou turned and plodded in disappointment back to his quarters. Sighing, Gintoki stared at Hijikata's back and rolled his eyes to the sky. It was clear and bright.

"Nothing we can do?" he said softly, rolling his eyes back to Hijikata, who was busy lighting a cigarette. After expelling the smoke noisily, he sighed and lay back.

"That's up to you I suppose, I could care less at this point." He was still sweating though, a haze of pink still hung on his cheeks.

The drugs were still working.

Maybe there's still fun to be had with Oogushi-kun? Yeah, I reckon I could rekindle the fire with enough wood….figuratively speaking…of course. He coughed and shut the window shutters; proceeding to sit beside Hijikata.

I want to know what it feels like…to have another demon inside me…

Their lips met as the cigarette was removed. There was no struggle, no regret. Only the rekindling of a previous fire, shared a long time ago.

This would be fun.

I hope you enjoyed that ^_^ I like to do things in 3's, so there will be a conclusion to this one ^_^ Don't fret!

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Thank you for reading!