Woooow! It has been a long-ass time people! It has been...nearly 5 whole years since I last wrote on this? That's crazy!

As such - I decided a name change was in order (Chinka-San is an old-OLD online persona for me. I stopped using it such a long time ago) It has been what, 4 something years since I wrote this? I was reading it over and was like "Holy hell - I used to write such good!" For sadly, as I have gotten older I have become less articulate (I no ryt?!11!?) I am writing this for Animelover9696, who favourite'd this story not too long ago and alerted me to the fact it still is being viewed after all this time and still is not finished. I apologise in advance - I have not watched Gintama in a long...long time - life got in the way and I stopped watching/reading. I'll try my best friends, I'll try my best. Now, to finish!

Warnings:

Yaoi/Shounen-Ai
Swearing
Etc...

Gintoki wrapped his arm around Hijikata's tense shoulders and smiled as he heard a shaky sigh escape with a gush of cigarette smoke as they parted.

"There's no point in even trying; I'm too pissed off and uneasy for all that horse-shit now." he brought his slightly shaking hand to his mouth and held the cigarette in place while he drew. Gintoki leaned in slowly and let his nose brush against his warm, still damp cheek. He flinched at his touch and shooed him away.

"Try what? I'm just getting comfortable is all." he feigned a yawn "It's too damn hot in here; don't you guys have a fan or something?" Hijikata considered this.

"No...we don't. I think I remember giving it to someone..." he darted a glance at the mop-top "...to fix. We never got it back." Gintoki tittered to himself and tried to change the subject - suddenly remembering that their fan at home was actually the Shinsengumi's fan. Oh dear me, yes...that's right...

"Oh um...that's a shame - still! There's a simple remedy to being too hot, one as old as time itself." Hijikata coughed and wiped the sweat from his brow with his sleeve. He smiled faintly, his head spinning. Not sure whether it was the heat or the drugs making him see in slow-motion; he just wanted to lie down.

"Oh yeah? Please do tell, o wise and witty one." he slurred, pinching the bridge of his nose. It was then that he felt Gintoki's touch - something he hadn't been expecting. In one swift movement, the silver-haired man ripped the shirt from his body. Every button was scattered throughout the room, each little plink sending shockwaves through Hijikata's mind until the last one pirouetted into silence. Apart from 'That was my shirt...my buttons!', the other thoughts racing through his mind as he stared into Gintoki's rust-red eyes were somewhat less...wholesome. His hand made its way to his face as he felt his loins explode into a barrage of heat and desire as he remembered the past encounter; his fingernails dug into the moist skin of his own cheek as electric shocks of pleasure rocketed through his body, leaving tingling and aching in their wake. Biting his lip as Gintoki closed in, he felt the heat of the other samurai's skin on his. He felt the cigarette fall from his hand. It extinguished itself as it fell.

"Take off your clothes. Of course." he drawled. If he's 'this' turned on with me just taking his shirt off - this is going to be a short session...Gintoki thought bitterly as he ran his fingers down from the Vice Commander's collarbone to an erect nipple. I wonder how on the edge he is...Pushing Hijikata down, he proceeded to gently nudge the raven haired man's groin. The long, agonising moan he received as a reward stirred his own passions and he leaned over for a kiss. What he wasn't expecting was to be catapulted backwards; with such force that his head snapped back on the floor with a crack. He was about to raise an objection when he saw the Vice Commander's eyes. Sultry, hungry - this man was now an animal, acting on his most basic instincts. Gintoki gulped.

"H-hey, Oogushi-kun? You okay there? Um...sorry about the shirt - I'll sew the buttons back on!" he stammered. Hijikata climbed over him, high on his haunches until his face was parallel with his own. Their lips locked, their tongues engaged in a war of supremacy for a few moments until Gintoki gave in. After swirling, probing and rolling for a few minutes - Hijikata ended the kiss wetly, a string of saliva connecting them as he moved away. He then licked from his partner's lower lip, along his jaw line; until finally reaching the delicate, sensitive patch of skin just below the ear - where he lingered, nipping and suckling until the skin began reddening. Gintoki let out an exasperated gasp as he felt the raven haired man's free hand fondling his member through his trousers; he was becoming more hot and bothered by the second.

"Ah...Toushiro..." Hijikata stopped his ministrations slightly as he looked up at him, his hand never stopped rubbing, Gintoki inhaled sharply as he dragged a nail over the fabric. It was audible. "...are...you sure?" he asked sheepishly, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his face. Hijikata kissed him passionately and unzipped his fly.

"No talking" he said quickly as he pulled the Samurai's pants down - his boxers almost, but not quite. Musing this, he began to stroke the large bulge that was making the fabric taught. Gintoki moaned deeply as he felt blood rushing to his member, throbbing relentlessly as he became more and more aroused. Lying back, he arched his body into Hijikata's hand - provoking him to stroke harder. Ugh it feels too good...I made fun of him saying he wouldn't last...but at this rate- his thoughts were interrupted as Hijikata began dragging his tongue slowly across the fabric, along the length of the shaft; stopping only briefly to suckle on the now prominent head that was approaching his waistband. The Samurai bit his lower lip and grunted, raising himself to his elbows. He outstretched his arm and rested his hand on Hijikata's head, letting his fingers gently fondle and caress his scalp as he tried to hold back the urge to moan. A few deep hums and contented grunts escaped him though, as the Demon lowered his waistband and sucked his erect member with great fervour. His caressing was rhythmic, pumping the shaft gently with his hand as his mouth suckled on the tip - his tongue lazily dipped into the slit; Once. Twice. Gintoki felt his body shudder and tense, every muscle contracted at the same time - his stomach tightened, he held his breath. His brows knitted, his teeth clenched.

The coiled spring was released. The moan that escaped him was more like a bellow of agony than of pleasure. After the wracking waves of pleasure subsided, he felt his body hit the cool tatami mat as he struggled for breath; his whole body covered in a sleek, fine sweat. His cheeks were suitably flushed, and his hair clung to his damp face. Utterly spent.

Gulping once or twice, he opened an eye to look at Hijikata. "You...have you been practicing?" The Demon sat motionless with his mouth slightly pursed, he began lifting his hand. Gintoki sat up when he opened his mouth, allowing a large percentage of his seed and some saliva to spill out onto his palm. The Samurai gasped and outstretched his hand.

"I'm sorry! I didn't tell you I was coming did I..." he recoiled, blushing he scratched the back of his head "You...didn't swallow then..." Hijikata hadn't been listening, instead he had been unbuttoning his trousers with his free hand and lowering his boxers. Gintoki watched as he slowly revealed his man-hood - it looked as if he was ready to burst himself. What he did next was what shocked him. With the seed covered palm, he hesitantly began stroking his own member - coating it with the two sticky liquids. He groaned in a helpless, frustrated sort of way - trying not to over stimulate himself. Gintoki swallowed, very hard.

"Um...I'm not giving you fellatio with my you-know-what all over it..." he said slowly, mesmerised by the Demon's throbbing erection - it was so stiff it looked painful. He looked at him in almost dis-interest - his eyes sultry, his voice deep with lust and desire.

"Gin..." was all he managed. Without much warning he pounced on top of the Samurai - their damp, hot skin rubbing together as they hit the floor. It was then that Gintoki remember his underwear, pants and indeed boots were still clinging to his lower extremities - it was beginning to get uncomfortable. Managing to distract Hijikata with a passionate kiss, he succeeded in kicking off at least one side of his undergarments - meaning that his left side was now free of pants and underwear. This being the case, he brought his leg up harshly so that their thighs (and hips) ground together. Hijikata moaned into Gintoki's mouth - his eyebrows knitted as their lips parted momentarily for breath. He turned his attention to the crux of the matter and lifted himself from Gintoki. Holding his shaft in hand, he made sure it was lubricated enough before gently lifting Gintoki's legs. The Samurai braced himself by grabbing Hijikata's arm and closing his eyes. I've been stabbed, shot, fallen off really high things, run-over...hell, I'm sure I've taken dumps that were more painful than this- it's not going to be that ba-

"-AAAAAAAAAAAAD!" he squealed. Hijikata clamped his hand over the Samurai's mouth.

"Do you want the whole Shinsengumi to come charging in here?! When we're like this?!" Gintoki glared at him, tears stinging the corners of his eyes.

"Are you kidding?! You just violated my delicate starfish with your great dirty love-sausage without so much as a 'By-Your-Leave'! You could have prepared me a little better!" The deep, rose red blush on the Demon's cheeks deepened ever so slightly, and with a gentle expression - he began to laugh. Softly, like a chuckle. Before long he was hysterical, and tears were running down his face. Gintoki sighed and covered his eyes with his hand, smiling as well.

"I'm sorry Gin, I don't know what that little fuck gave me - but I've been so selfish. I'll do it properly this time." His voice was strained but gentle, and Gintoki was touched to find his cheek being given a long, heartfelt kiss. Moving slightly, Hijikata repositioned himself so he was astride Gintoki, he caressed his chest - making sure to circle and give attention to the sensitive flesh of his nipples. The Samurai moaned softly, feeling burning in his loins once more - and Hijikata sensing this arousal began to fondle his flaccid member. Gintoki flinched.

"Ah...a bit too soon..." he grimaced as Hijikata's fingers danced across his swelling testes. It felt so good, if he hadn't just come he knew that this would push him over the edge. It was then that he felt fingers brush his lips, he opened his eyes and looked inquisitively at Hijikata. It was only now he realised that the room had become quite dark - it was nice. He felt safer this way. It also meant the little sadist couldn't spy properly. The two fingers stroked his lower lip gently, and then he felt them being pushed inside. Ahhh...I see. Closing his eyes, he sucked the fingers as they were pushed in and out, making sure that when they were coming out for the last time; they were coated and wet. Gintoki arched his back, lifting his hips as he felt Hijikata's arm brush his knee. Turning his head away, he grasped what turned out to be his Kimono tightly and squeezed his eyes shut. He felt Hijikata's moist fingertips at his entrance. He held his breath.

I did this to you...all that time ago. How long ago was it again? A year? Two? I haven't been with anyone since...fuck it felt so good, I could die. I kissed you...you remember? The Samurai bit back a groan as he felt the fingers being pushed in. We were so drunk...I was wounded. That's right - we fought. A kiss on the cheek, he grimaced as the fingers moved inside him. You told me you had your morals, that you wouldn't kill me in that sorry condition. His eyebrows knitted, a grunt of pain as the fingers thrust deeper, sweet nothings whispered softly to calm him. I treated you like a child...I was a fool. The pain subsided with each gentle re-entry, becoming softer and less tight. I should have known we would end up like this...especially considering....Hijikata's tongue begged silently for entrance; he had been biting his lip, but now welcomed the warm, wet intrusion - kissing hungrily as a way to vent his frustration. How we left things...how I left things. The Demon Vice Commander removed his fingers softly and moved himself over the Silver headed Samurai. He held his member in one hand while he moved into a more favourable position; Gintoki raised his legs so that the rested on the other man's hips, he grasped his arm tightly and stared deeply into his eyes. I'm so sorry.

"I love you." Hijikata hesitated for a moment before lowering his body so that it rested on Gintoki's - who wrapped his arms around him now that he could. Hijikata kissed butterfly kisses over his cheeks and eyes as he slowly entered Gintoki - who grimaced and tightly grasped his body. The Demon could feel his nails digging into his back as he continued to push inside. He smiled and kissed Gintoki's neck as he mewled gently in pain.

"You moron..." he replied as he felt his pubic hair touch his partner's. "You don't have to say it..." And he rested, lifting himself to see Gintoki's warm, red face. He kissed him passionately, running his fingers through his sodden hair. It's...so hot. My insides are burning. I feel so...full. Gintoki felt Hijikata grunt and move slightly.

"Is it okay if I move? I'm..." Gintoki cut him off with a kiss and nodded. Hijikata raised himself so that he was above his partner, and slowly he began to move out. Gintoki swallowed hard and wrapped his arm around Hijikata's supporting forearm.

In...Out...In...Out...In...Out...In...Out...In...Out...In...Out...In

He was like a machine, each thrust of his hips threw Gintoki into utter ecstasy. At first, there was pain. More pain than pleasure. However, with each re-entry he became a little faster; thrust a little harder, deeper. The room was completely silent apart from their quickened, heavy breathing and the sound of their flesh colliding rhythmically - it was almost like a melody. Gintoki was very aroused now, his erection throbbing uncontrollably as each grinding of their hips forced it to rub against Hijikata. Suddenly, he slowed down. Collapsing into Gintoki, his breaths heaved his body violently. For a moment, Gintoki thought he had climaxed - but he could still feel his hot, burning erection inside him.

"Toush-?" Gulping for air, he shakily raised himself up, sweat dripping from his jaw. Wiping the sodden hair from his face, he exhaled noisily.

"I've...reached...my limits..." he sat back and gently fondled Gintoki's blossoming arousal. "I..." Without giving him time to finish, Gintoki lifted himself up and held the Demon Vice Commander, kissing his face as sweat dripped from him like rainwater. Moving again, Gintoki forced him backwards so that he was in a lotus position. He wrapped his legs around his hips and began moving up and down slowly. Hijikata protested a little, but leaned back on one arm and held Gintoki's hip with the other. He rocked his hips in time with Gintoki's movements, making them both groan in abject pleasure. Considering he's been the one doing all the work, I don't mind this. Gintoki thought as he lifted himself again and again. In saying that...Christ he's got stamina...we've been at this for well over an hour by now. The pleasure was becoming more and more intense, he could feel Hijikata's body tensing and jerking with each rock of the hips - he was more vocal now too, not seeming to care whether they got caught or not. It was getting close, he could feel it. He stopped momentarily and hugged Hijikata close - his testes and shaft rubbed harshly against Hijikata's stomach, especially as he brought both arms around to hug him tightly too.

Their vocalisations became pained, frustrated whines; both thrusting desperately as each man felt their bodies about to erupt. Gintoki buried his head into Hijikata's neck and yelped softly. I...can't...-His shoulders tensed and he threw his head back. His body shuddered as he felt his hot ejaculate expel itself from the tip of his manhood; a long intense moan erupted from the depths of his body as he came, for the second time that night. He breathed noisily, gasping for air as Hijikata's thick ebony hair once again obscured his vision - clutching at his partner's body for some kind of reality as the orgasmic waves washed over him. He felt the last of his ejaculate trickle down his softening member as he felt Hijikata's body also spasm - coming just a few seconds later. His moan however, was stifled by Gintoki giving him a long, passionate kiss. He grimaced slightly as he felt hot seed fill his insides - it was an unpleasant feeling for him. They kissed until they were both too exhausted, and crumpled in a heap on the floor. Once their breathing had settled down, Hijikata slowly pulled himself out of Gintoki - who gasped slightly.

"Did I hurt you?" Gintoki pretended to glare at him.

"Now you ask that?" he laughed "Probably a lot less than I did you..." He lay back on the slightly cooler tatami floor and sighed, his eyebrows knitting slightly at the apparent discomfort in his lower regions. Raising an eyebrow, Hijikata lit a cigarette and drew deeply.

"What do you mean?" he said as he exhaled. Gintoki scoffed and rubbed some of his seed from his stomach.

"Well...I'm a lot bigger than you soooo..." Hijikata laughed the most fake and obnoxious laugh, before stopping dead and staring at him thoughtfully. He took another long drag of his cigarette.

"Man...I just couldn't come...I'm telling you, it was fucked up." Gintoki opened his eyes and looked at him in curiosity, Hijikata dismissed his gaze with a wave of his hand "No, not like that. What I mean is, I felt like I could have come 6 times over; like when you really need to take a piss but it won't come out because you've held it in so long y'know?" Gintoki nodded and stretched.

"I get what you mean..." he stopped and thought for a moment "Maybe it was that stuff Bazooka-Boy gave you? I mean...he never really told us what he gave you...what?" Hijikata had been staring at him quite intently for the past few minutes. Gintoki shifted uneasily and felt a little uncomfortable. Hijikata smirked, his cigarette resting gently on his lips.

"You...had your boots on the whole time?" Gintoki blushed and kicked the boots off - and his pants and underwear for that matter; they were still hanging limply from his right leg. I wondered why I was still so hot...He frowned and pointed accusingly at Hijikata.

"Yeah, well if you hadn't tried to rape me - I would have had time to take all my clothes off you uncontrollably horny bastard!" Hijikata blushed.

"Y-You're kidding right?! Rape you?!" he said angrily, but quietly "It was that little shit's fault for spiking my drink anyway! If you want to blame anyone, blame him!" he crossed his arms and fell silent. The only thing illuminating the room was the smouldering tip of Hijikata's cigarette. Gintoki smiled and moved closer to Hijikata, kissing his shoulder tenderly. He made a pleasant noise through his nose, asking for permission and continued to kiss him until he reached his lips - there was a lit cigarette in the way though. Removing it, he kissed him softly until his arms unfolded, and he embraced him. His mouth tasted awful when he'd just been smoking, but he was definitely worth it. He thought about it as he cupped his face and stared into his still-slightly-cross eyes. He was sexy, no doubt. Just his type. Chuckling at Hijikata's confused expression - he let himself be held. His partner's hands touched his neck, danced across his chest and his lips kissed his forehead. Gintoki made a noise in his throat as he closed his eyes - subtly asking why he was touching him in such a way.

"I'm saying sorry for that time. When I hurt you so badly you nearly died." Hijikata's cigarette was nearly at an end, he took the last draw and stubbed it out on the floor next to him. Gintoki was, however, not listening. He had fallen asleep. Exhaustion had taken over, and wrapped him in the arms of slumber. Hijikata smiled and held him tightly.

"You should really take a bath...you'll feel disgusting in the morning." Gintoki shook his head in protest, to which Hijikata replied with a snuggle, as he lay down with him in his arms.

"Oh well...I suppose..." he closed his eyes.

"It can't be helped."

Epilogue:

Sougou had been outside disguised as a bush the whole time. And he filmed the whole thing. Because he's a devious, cunning little bastard. And I love him.

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END.

I'm sorry you guys had to wait 4+ years for a conclusion to this! But it's done now :D Please tell me what you thought, it really means a lot to me :D