title: Lord of the thighs

author: kimera
archive: http://www.kimerascall.lima-city.de/
contact: kimerascall@gmx.de

fan fiction
series: Rurouni Kenshin by Nobuhiro Watsuki
SaiSa Sizzle and Burn-challenge scenario no. 1, scorching hot weather

PG: 16
category: comedy

written: 24.08.2003

disclaimer: Rurouni Kenshin belongs to Nobuhiro Watsuki, the challenge was originated by the Queen Yokozuna.
Words with this ~mark~ are by songs preformed by Aerosmith, so this is supposed to work out like a thin red-line through the 
story ^-^
{Well, it was a week of 40°Celsius and no rest, so strange things come to your mind while you're humming about...^.^}

Special Warning: No native, so millions of mistakes, misspellings...your mind will spin and possibly detonate but you've been 
warned ^_^

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~Lord of the Thighs~


	"Just watch that brat!",
The old gambler combed his thin beard, shaking thoughtfully his sun-burnt head. Said brat, a youngster of about 19 years, 
slender and very attractive, grinned broadly, flashing perfect white teeth, winking at the spectators who attended the game.
	"Yeah, call me the Lord of the dices!!"
Sanosuke Sagara singsonged triumphantly, for he was enjoying himself to the utmost possible. He had won much more than the 
average amount he used to gain when he intended to earn his living. Well, he liked to gamble, of course, but since he did not 
want to get a job and a serious attitude towards his future, there had to be another solution to his little needs and although 
he was generally considered to be brash, thickheaded and lazy, he had a thing for calculating chances and odds.
	"Come on, Sano, another one!"
One of his buddies patted his back, smiling encouragingly for Sanosuke never failed to share his profit with his pals who had 
not been as lucky as him, a trace of character which made him popular and earned a hearty welcome whenever he showed up.
The fist-fighter took a sip of his sake and tossed the dices anew, humming merrily.
	»Lord of the dices, yeah, that's me!«

~#~

There existed only two choices according to most of the Tokyo people regarding the torching sun, day after day, without the 
merest little break of rain or big clouds in between.
No.1: get used to it and just don't stop whatever you're doing till you drop.
No.2: find a dark corner, *stick* to the spot (at this rate a very easy to accomplish task) and wait it out.
Sanosuke Sagara was not the kind of man to hang around lazily if he did not want to. He needed to get around, to move it, to 
preform his art of fist-fighting, to talk and chat... 
Well, he would miss sleep, someday, pretty sure thing but since it was too hot to rest, he had to get accustomed to the current 
situation of simply drying out like the leaves in the trees.
	»Well, it could be worse!«
Ruffling his eerie mop of dark-brown hair he rapidly calculated the next round. His brain did work properly as he proved to the 
crowd, even if little trails of shiny beads covered his entire, smoothly tanned skin. The flaming verdict of his ideals, proudly 
stitched to his jacket, rested neatly folded on his lap while he ordered another jug of sake.
	»Last one!«
He reminded himself strictly.
	»Next supply will be tea!«
At his gambling spot a change had been asked, the fearsome Lady of Dragons took the turn to throw the dices from the usual 
keeper. 
As Sanosuke inspected her closer, she absolutely had the piercing, pitch-black stare of some ancient animal which made him 
reduce his boasting grin to a shy limit. 
The Lady of Dragons owned some shares of the gambling house and rumors went about that she defended her claims and rights with 
steel and every other means she could think of. Now she was kneeling opposite to him, one porcelain white leg exposed to keep 
the balance, a freaky contrast to the dark-green silk of her kimono.
	»She looks like some blood-sucking ghost....«
Another stare to make him fidget and the fist-fighter focused on the gigantic wig with spiky needles of ivory and jade. 
Strangely enough, he composed his mind to the subject at hand, -or at the Lady's skilled hands-, and bet on the dices like he 
had before.
	»Just relax and stay calm, Sano, you don't wanna go home right now, imagine that baking heat in your little, cozy shag... 
naaaahh!«
Even close to midnight the temperature didn't fall remarkably, so this was definitely no option to spend the remaining night.
A concept that appealed to other people as well. The gambling house became crowded, the nightshades entered, the boys and girls 
of negotiable affection paid a visit to find customers, deals were made, the usual dance of seduction and power.
The roosterheaded man inspected his gambling companions, serious players now, a high-risk-bunch who would not mind challenging 
a month's living. 
He recognized some 'back-up', too: big, hunky men, some of them employed by the gambling house to keep the 'peace' and get 
careless clients in the backyard to charge 'interests' while others worked for the gamblers to guard their 'loot' and safety.
He opted to withdraw and switch to some low-level gambling. This was getting too tight for a lovely night.
The roosterheaded youngster felt his energy pulsating, alas, his mood hummed happy, cheering tunes.
So Sanosuke picked his money and his jacket, flashed a grin and left the Lady of Dragons to stare at another poor victim to add 
to the wealth of her home.

~#~

He waited patiently close to the ~red house~, watching people come and go, his sulfurous eyes gleaming in the darkness, the 
only visible part of his beast-like appearance. 
The hot breath of the flaming night did not touch him in any respect though he enjoyed the results of lacking sleep and buzzing 
nightlife. People were ~walking the dog~, hanging out, watching... 
Which made other people with less respectable occupation go desperate and reckless. No hideaway to plot or have the common 
conspiracy-meetings, too many spectators to sell drugs...
	»Pretty tough time.«
He flashed a malicious grin, baring his fangs.
Well, anyways, his vocation to his own justice called upon him to ~draw the line~ right here, right now.

~#~

	"Whoa, watch it, these ~deuces are wild~!" 
Sanosuke exclaimed, beaming his ~three mile smile~. His luck did not seem to fade away, therefore he found no reason to stop his 
gambling.
Someone snuggled close to him due to the pressing crowd, herding about to find some place to have a seat or stand.
	»High time the 'monkeys' get around to sort this out!«
He shared a glance at the person clinging to him. A sweet, somewhat lulling perfume came to his mind. A ~taste of India~, he 
guessed, a strange and exclusive odor, fashionable with some ladies of the escorting business.
	"Hey, ~sunshine~..."
Sanosuke started, to gape and break off.
	»Damn, she was looking like an ~angel~! Her ~pink~ kimono lazily uncovering attractive features to make a grown man ~trip 
hoppin'~ and raving away.«
	"Hi, strong stud!"
A rather low voice trailed his spine smoothly.
	"I am so ~jaded~, wanna go ~moving out~?"
Long eyelashes whirled an enticing swirl.
The fist-fighter grinned.
	»~same old song and dance~, and why refuse?«
She must have seen that he had the money to pay her price, so he could get himself the right thing from one of those ~fallen 
angels~ who knew how to treat a ~sharpshooter~ like him!
	"Well, ~think about it~!"
She leaned to his side, gazing up at him, melting down his heart.
	"Will you let me have a sip of your sake, lovely?"
	"Sure, precious!"
Sanosuke never turned a lady in needs off. His ~mama kin~ had held some strong views about that. 
	»And a mighty punch as well.«
	"Hey, you rooster ruffian, that's ~my girl~!"
A scream drew the attention to a skinny but tall man with the air of a ~voodoo medicine man~. Some swords were attached to his 
back while his head was towered by a huge blonde hairdo.
	"Ieekss, Chou, tell me ~what it takes~ to get rid off you!"
The fist-fighter got to his feet, blocking the way to the girl in question.
	"Take your dirty paws off my girl, asshole!"
The sword-fighter hissed, both eyes closed to mere slits, glaring dangerously.
	"Why don't you just hop off and find yourself someone who fits your ugly ~face~, like some ~rag doll~, Mr. ~boogie man~?"
Sanosuke could not refrain from mocking and annoying the blonde.
	"Please, dear gentlemen!"
Hazelnut-colored eyes pleaded imploringly.
	"Don't you get all ~crazy~!"
But when ~push comes to shove~, there is no retreating, so both men faced each other with grim expressions, ready to get into 
~riff and roll~ anytime soon. Their audience was crowding, not to miss the opportunity to watch a nice combat which seemed to be 
convenient for the guards as well since they did not stir one finger to prevent the ~helter skelter~ about to begin.
It was a very nice decoy...

~+~

Like ~lightning strikes~ in an instant of blinding white pain with razor-sharp twing to your eyes, the wolf of Mibu entered the 
stage, in his swift whirl of burning heat some officers to the law.
	"Nobody's to move, else..."
This used to be the very signal to go wild. Running, cursing, pushing, shoving, simply everyone tried to avoid getting arrested 
or searched.
Sanosuke got hold of the lady he had intended to woe for this night, trying to drag her along to a safe exit when someone 
tripped and ripped her pretty, pink kimono up. With a gasp, the fist-fighter realized.
	»Damn it, the ~dude looks like a lady~!«
Just one instant later, Chou was at his side, embracing the presumed 'lady', hissing.
	"Keep it down, dumbass, Kamatari's a ~jailbait~ to start the raid!"
Said Kamatari smiled seductively, blowing a sweet kiss to the stunned fist-fighter who took his time to work things out.
	"A hoax?! Hey, why did you pick me?!"
He suspiciously addressed the appallingly clad young man winking at him.
	"Because you just ~can't stop messin'~"
Kamatari whispered smiling, hitting some fleeing guy to sprawl flat on the ground.
Meanwhile the situation was under control like the wolf had planned: the desperate ones in the crowd had tried their best to 
get lost or hide away treacherous items, to no use at all.
	"Listen up, everyone, there's a simple rule to what will happen next." 
He growled lowly, his amber eyes sparking sulfurous flashes wink by wink, hinting on the iron beneath the human surface.
	"One by one you'll ~walk on down~ to the line and get searched. Help the authorities with their inquiries and you'll be 
home in no time."
Sanosuke snarled impatiently.
	"And if we cross the line because we don't wanna help the sneaky bastards of the fucking Meiji?"
He dared to challenge the former Shinsengumi.
A tight grin answered with the maliciously dark, somber voice.
	"Then you're on ~the other side~ which offers you the special attention of our ~hangman jury~ and the reward of a ~permanent 
vacation~."
Saitou announced with feigned amusement.
	"Fuck!"
Sanosuke swore but he knew better than to piss off the 'sword wielding bastard' he used to call Saitou in his private.
	"So, ~jig is up~ then."
He sat down to wait out the frisking and interviewing, sipping on his sake. Next to him the Lady of Dragons kept her silence, 
her pitch-black eyes dancing rapidly from Saitou to Chou to Kamatari to Sanosuke and back.
	"Now ~I'm down~!"
The young man yawned.
	»No nice girl to share some hot, spicy kisses, his jug nearly empty with every little draft.« 
This was getting boring. The search party was going on rather swift, so he guessed they were looking for something special.
	»No weapons, but maybe.... drugs?«
Sanosuke just hoped nobody would claim his money. 
He fidgeted, felt the strong urge to move about.
	"Yo, Roosterhead, hold it, will ya?!"
Chou yelled at him, hitting the fist-fighter with the hilt of one of his swords.
	»~Don't get mad, get even~!«
Sanosuke kept in mind, kicking his opponent right under one knee while grabbing Kamatari to steal a kiss.
	"Oh, ~young lust~, you ~gotta love it~!"
The dressed-up man smiled, not to the least taken aback by this brash sign of affection.
Chou was on his feet again, ready to strike.
	"Now you will ~fly away from here~, you fucking molester!!"
He yelled at the top of his lungs, mad beyond any reason out of jealousy.
Sanosuke kept his stand, blocking, dodging, his fists flying.
	"Yeah, come on, get some, broomhead, ~kiss your past good-bye~ 'cause you won't remember it when I'm done with you!"
A low growl made their heads turn synchronized. The wolf caught their necks like a dog its puppies, shaking them with 
enthusiasm.
	"Will you morons ~get a grip~ and come to your limited senses?!"
He barked, angrily tossing them aside like some old rags.
	"Now get the handcuffs, ~line up~ and ~walk this way~!"
He ordered his officers about who were busily keeping the captives in custody, trying not to draw any attention to themselves. 
They had not found what they were looking for until now which made the lot of them quite nervous since the wolf of Mibu was 
rumored to have certain lectures about failure, none they wanted to endure.
Boldly to recklessness Sanosuke tipped said notorious enforcer of the law at his shoulder.
	"Yo, you're quite a  ~sight for sore eyes~, old man, can you just sweep away that broomie?! He's kinda interfering with my 
libido!"
He emphasized the urgency of his needs.
A slim, sharp brow crooked, then a strong, rather elegant hand got rid off its white glove, probing the temperature beyond the 
red bandana.
	"I might have killed you, moron but you seem to suffer from a ~fever~."
The officer stated calmly, inspecting the young man closer.
	"And you look ~sick as a dog~."
A sharp hiss left the bared fangs. A mighty push and the roosterheaded fist-fighter dropped clumsily to the ground, rather 
dumbfounded to get hit without his reflexes sending an alarm call.
	"Stay."
The evil enforcer muttered with a tight, wicked grin lowly, lighting a cigarette and leaving to survey the search party.
Kamatari and Chou stayed behind, leaning close to a wall, a little apart from the other customers and visitors glaring at them. 
Nobody liked spies... even if they looked as breathtakingly beautiful as Kamatari did who did not bother with their spiteful 
looks. He was the center of another one's attention as well, accompanied by longing glances.
	"Hey, Chou, remember our agreement?"
Kamatari refreshed his shining lips, sharing a brief glance in the pocket mirror with the tall blonde.
	"Yeah."
The sword-collector mumbled sulking.
	"I know, ~I ain't got you~, this's just a game, yare yare!"
Sulking he pocketed his fists, watching Sanosuke, still resting on the ground, sipping the last drop of his sake next to the 
Lady of Dragons and close to Kamatari. 
	»HE got a kiss!«
	"You kissed the fucking dumbass!"
Chou addressed his partner-in-crime reproachfully.
	"Why'd you do that?!"
Kamatari smiled teasingly.
	"Because I felt like it?"
He playfully retorted, his elegant hand eagerly stroking the unruly mop of dark-brown hair at his waist's level, leaning 
slightly to his side.
	"Stop that!"
Chou darted forward, grabbing a frail wrist, to meet a hearty punch in his stomach. Whispering very softly Kamatari bent to hiss 
into his ear.
	"Damn, I already told you, that I loathe your constant rudeness and jealousy. Touch me just one more time, asshole and 
you'll loose your head over me."
Retreating Kamatari walked off to team up with some young, very fresh looking officers, all too delighted to share his company. 
Chou muttered profanities in his own idiom, barely understandable, including the constant sigh of ~luv lies~. His hurt, one-eyed 
view found beyond the caressed spiky locks the attractive features of his arch-rival, the very one responsible for all the 
humiliation he had to face...
	"Fucking molester!"
He yelled, trying to grab the eerie mop and drag the street rat through the dirt and stains on the floor, beating him senseless... 
Alas, the flirting bastard easily dodged, still sitting on the ground, flashing a pitying grin.
	"I get you for that!!"
Chou fumed, his blonde hair sizzling statically.
	"~No surprise~ you're not getting anywhere with the girls."
Sanosuke retorted.
	"You look like shit, you talk it and you act it!"
Another blink, and both men were entangled in a rumble, swearing, punching, dodging. Sanosuke tried to scythe away Chou's legs 
to bring him down, so his opponent, already cursing his rashness, had to leap and back off, his long sword, tucked to his back, 
more a hindrance than a support.
	»No sword-fighting in here!«
The wolf had been pretty specific about that damn rule and he would never mess with the wolf.
Meanwhile Sanosuke decided to leave this rotten place.
	»Maybe the evil, amber-eyed, sword-wielding psycho would check on him rapidly and send him off as the useful idiot he had 
once again been, pulled like a puppet on its strings.«
He steered across the room, Saitou in his blurry view which seemed strange since he did not have that much sake... 
A burden hit his back rather unpleasantly, his attention though focused on his task to reach the wolf. Said man turned, always 
alert, swift in his motions, facing the young, slender fist-fighter and his subordinate.
	"Hey, will ya get that ~monkey on my back~ back in its cage?"
Sanosuke managed to utter properly before shrugging off his opponent, grabbing a wall for support.
The officer inspected him within seconds, his sharp mind commenting on the sight.
	»The youngster is pale to whitish but his body radiates an enormous heat. Still easily to distinguish in this sticky, moist 
shag. The muscles are softened and tense the same time. His heart throbs in a rush to render everyone else having rosy cheeks.«
	"Hey, watch that dumbass, looks like he's ~cryin'~!"
Chou snickered in his evil, pitched voice.
Saitou grabbed the pointy chin, ignoring the curse leaving the fading lips, the cloth of his glove sucking the beads of water, 
trailing down the attractive features.
	"I told you to stay."
He growled.
	"Which part failed to get through to your limited senses?"
Their short exchange created a nervous chatter.
The searching had been stopped and Kamatari came over, to soothe whatever the lovely but brainless roosterhead might have 
brought up to annoy Saitou.
	"Sir..."
He stepped to the officers' side carefully, probing the temperature and thundering beat at the bare chest of the youngster, 
stifling a hiss.
	"He's suffering a heavy fever. This looks bad!"
The hazelnut-colored eyes met the sulfurous amber glance.
	"But how....?!"
A thought hit Kamatari's mind and he gnashed his prefect teeth.
	"It must have been that ~bitch's brew~! She tossed the drug in that dumbass' sake jug!"
Chou voiced the result of intense contemplating.
	"The ~critical mass~ goes to one lump at a Liter!"
His partner whispered, reluctantly meeting the wolf's eyes who remained his usual, stoic, mystical self.
	"But he cannot have more than six spoonful of sake left in his jug."
	"Maybe he will just get the ~shit house shuffle~?"
Chou shrugged, rather pleased.
	"Asshole!"
Kamatari spit close to Chou's feet.
	"Just get away or I'll display my disgust on your shoes and your fashionable dress!"
Chou turned a shade of pink before abruptly whirling around and stalking off, accompanying the first pair of delinquents to the 
district quarters.
	"What's wrong?"
Sanosuke got hold of one of Kamatari's sleeves, feigning a joyful grin, as the hazelnut-colored eyes darkened in sorrow.
	"You're under arrest."
Saitou interrupted coldly.
	"Take him down to our quarters."
Kamatari draped one muscled, strong arm around his nape while encircling the slim waist of the confused fist-fighter.
	"Off we go, Sano, just cling to me, alright?"
	"Just a sec', I did not do anything this time!"
Sanosuke managed to shout, followed by a dry, painful cough.
	"Listen!"
Kamatari whispered, eagerly dragging the stumbling, resisting fighter with him.
	"We suspect that you got the drugs we were raiding for in your jug, so we have to hurry to get some help..."
	"You cannot take me into custody!"
Struggling and finally succeeding to free himself Sanosuke attacked Saitou who simply flicked his cigarette into the young 
man's face.
	"It's a body of evidence, so I can send your smelly, sticky corpse to jail, idiot."
The wicked, self-conceited grin wrinkled the thin lips, enjoying his malicious joke.
	"You fucking psycho asshole!!"
In a feral rage of utter hatred Sanosuke lunged forward to cover the slender uniform with a rapid series of blows.
	"How about some ~attitude adjustment~?"
Saitou's thin, sharp brows wrinkled threateningly, his gloved hand at the hilt of his sword. The rash rooster's fists missed 
their aim by inches, slowed down by his fever, lacking his usual vigor due to the drug-caused illness.
	»And the brash brat was suffering. Only a ~blind man~ could miss the pain the cocky rooster endured.«
	"Watch it, you may blow up."
Saitou advised mockingly, blocking the weak, weary punches.
	"Then get me a doctor!"
Sanosuke fumed, blinking, his eyes still teary, like a steam-engine condensing shiny pearls at his skin.
	"I don't need one."
The wolf replied motionless, his amber stare gleaming.
	"If you die, it's murder by poisoning, a very reliable charge."
And he would find the means to prove his accusation.
	»You'll loose either way, Lady of Dragons.«
He surrendered the pitch-black glare.
	»Whether he dies or he survives, his testimony will break your neck and a noose will provide the rest. Eternal rest.«

~+~

	"~Ain't that a bitch~!"
Sanosuke yelled forlornly, leaning to a wall, his fists clutched. 
He remembered her fussing with the jug during the rumble. She had tried to get rid off her drugs and now he was about to die... 
no way!!
Staring into the twin fire of evil sulfur, he forced his boiling body to straighten up. 
	"~F.i.n.e.~, just watch me blow up any time soon!"
He challenged angrily.
	"And justify your subtle sense of humor to Kenshin, when he comes to claim my body."
A strong hand squeezed his right arm, to make him utter a groan, urging him to follow the wolf to the side.
	"Shut up, fool."
Saitou ordered lowly.
	"Don't blame me for your stupidity. Everyone knows better than to leave his sake unattended."
	"How was I to know that you were fucking raiding this place?! You were causing the disturbance, so it's your 
responsibility!"
The fist-fighter argued angrily.
	"No."
The officer growled, the amber eyes sparkling hellfire.
	"It's just the law of nature. The idiots go first."
Blinking Sanosuke backed off, flabbergasted.
	»Is this his true opinion? A mere idiot, my corpse the evidence to hunt down some drug-selling woman?«
The pain in his already hastening heart overcame his ratio, he needed to release the ache in his usual manner, by cursing and 
fighting.
	"So that's what your Aku Soku Zan is about?! Your damn justice at any price?!"
Saitou snarled disapprovingly.
	"I have no need for your childish bickering. Go with Kamatari now."
	"You're such a miserable bastard, you know that? ~You see me crying~ but you don't give a shit about it! I could die on your 
feet and you would just care for your shoeshine, you damn bastard!"
To Sanosuke's utter shame his words sounded like sobs, due to his lack of air.
	"You could ~cry me a river~, I would not care less."
Saitou confirmed arrogantly, winking at Kamatari to get hold of the swaying young man.
	"Leave and make sure that he is walking on his own feet."
The wolf commanded, turning away to get on with his raid.
Sighing the dressed-up man hugged Sanosuke tightly to steady their joint unit, glancing at the profile tensed with pain and 
sorrow.
	"Don't give up, Sano, we'll get a doctor!"
He whispered, feigning a smile.
	"He's not a cruel man, he won't let you die."
Kamatari added, with far more assurance than he felt.
Sanosuke was hardly able to decipher the sounds at his ear, he barely managed to move forward. He knew he could ~walk on water~, 
the way his brain boiled. It was already shutting down the synapses, he lost the contact to his tortured body slowly, ready to 
fly off and leave this world.
It was like burning. 
He yearned for a bath in the cold river's banks, swallowing the icy liquid to extinguish the hellfire devouring him in no time.
There were just two poles left to mark the span of his attention: his thundering heartbeat, echoing in his mind like war-drums 
of ancient times, and some inches further down his crotch, a bulging testimony of the drug's purpose. It felt like every drop of 
blood rushed to gather at his steely, throbbing erection, proudly protruding as far as the trousers would permit.
	»This is... humiliating, beside the torturing pain.«
Finally entering the police department's quarters, Saitou materialized out of the darkest shadows, ordering the miserable 
captives about.
	"Watch it, ~rats in the cellar~, ~toys in the attic~!"
Saitou demanded with a malicious grin, fetching Sanosuke out of Kamatari's tight grip, dragging the hissing, pale fist-fighter 
up a flight of small stairs. He directed Sanosuke to a tiny, dark alcove, a spare room to sleep away after too long hours of 
duty: just a futon, one small window, a huge girder crossing the secluded place at head's level.
	~Krawitham~! 
The door found its rest, shut by Saitou's left foot. He pinned Sanosuke to the door, inspecting the pale, tense features, the 
soaked clothes, the bleeding lips.
	»The brash rooster suffered without a sound.«
Brushing off his uniform jacket Saitou felt the baking heat swallowing his lean figure.
	»The little alcove keeps the heat like a treasure! It must have up to 40 degrees in there.«
He caught one of the mighty, clenched fists, softly stroking the bulging erection, causing the young man to whimper in pain. 
His gloved index-finger tipped teasingly at the swollen, close to bursting penis beyond the sticky cover of white trousers.
	"So why don't you help yourself, fool?"
He whispered, lowly breathing down the sweaty collarbone of Sanosuke. The entire body shivered in cruel, torturing waves of 
convulsion, leaving the fist-fighter gasping for air, desperately trying to keep up his controlled appearance of bravery.
	"So you cannot ~get a grip~!"
Saitou teased, caressing easily one trembling fist dangling by the side.
Sanosuke remained blinking, rasping, coughing.
	"That's a ~one way street~...."
The wolf chuckled.
	"So we better take care of your precious joystick!"
He tore off his gloves, carefully shielding the pulsating erection, just to catch the close-to-fainting young man, moaning 
hoarsely. He undressed Sanosuke with ease.
	"I'm looking forward to you telling the Battousai about this."
The officer chuckled, taking his belt to fasten to the girder, handcuffing Sanosuke's wrists. Getting rid of his black shirt, 
his trousers and socks, he covered the little window with his uniform jacket, to create a semi-darkness before he fumbled a 
little flask out of his trouser's pocket.
	"There's no need...."
Sanosuke broke off, gasping loudly as a long, slender finger entered inquiringly his body, smoothing his way to and fro.
	"Wrong, fool, there is."
Saitou's cool breath tingled along Sanosuke's spine.
	"You want to live, you better act like I tell you to, else you suffer a heart-stroke or a lethal breakdown of your 
circulation."
The fist-fighter trembled nevertheless, his teeth chattered. He was not able to think or act coherently anymore, the hellfire 
inside was feasting like a ravaging beast. He should feel the ivory, smooth, presumably cold skin of the cursed wolf but he did 
not. His senses mocked him, luring to surrender to sweet sleep.
	"Just ~let it slide~ and relax-."
Saitou stroke encouragingly the muscled, slim torso of his partner, listening to the rasping breath, the throbbing heart under 
his fingertips.
	»This is ridiculous.... I am about to seduce the ~last child~ in this rotten place... ~make it~!«
He ordered himself. 
	»He's nearly unconscious, relaxed, you won't hurt him.«
With a swift move he entered Sanosuke's rear, simultaneously massaging the erection with tender caution. His reward was a 
bucking motion, followed by low moans, a dark, somber, hoarse melody of desire and self-oblivion. He enforced the speed to pump 
into the burning center of the fist-fighter, focusing on the rush of blood now circling the whole, beautiful youngster again.
The ~s.o.s.~ beating heart subsided its pace slightly while he rubbed his sturdy chest to the bony back of his drugged lover.
Damn it, that rooster was hot! 
Staying inside too long would melt his *peacemaker* to a miserable little rod.
White, boiling liquid spread in his hands as Sanosuke released the pressure with a sigh. Wincing, as he inspected blurry-eyed 
the still high-alerted erection to greet his hurt view. Breathing laboriously he bent to snuggle closer to the pounding man at 
his back, muttering.
	"I was the Lord of the Dices tonight.... why couldn't I keep up with it?!"
Saitou snarled spitefully.
	"Dices are for fools and morons, just toys! Grow up, play the adults' games!" 
With a mean snicker he bit the delicate nape, shutting the amber eyes to explode his orgasm deep down into the roosterheaded 
man's body. Sanosuke moaned, stifled due to sinking his teeth into the muscled flesh of his upper arm, struggling to keep his 
stand as his knees melted away.
	»This should be disgusting, humiliating...«
But it was not, as he realized dumbfounded. On the contrary, Saitou's slender figure, his cool seed calmed down the raging 
hellfire, to grant him a short break.
	"Adult games?"
He managed to groan.
	"Like the art of fucking?"
Strong fingers tore his unruly mop of dark-brown hair rapidly in his nape, growling impatiently.
	"You don't know anything about the art to make someone completely lose himself and surrender to the carnal desire."
Saitou admonished harshly.
	"Just shut up and adore!"
Sniffing he sensed the strong aroma of the drug, probably condensing on the suntanned skin, covering the steaming-hot body.
	"Now, impudent fool, meet the ~Lord of the Thighs~!"
The wolf whispered with a sultry, sonorous voice, intoxicated by the lust his prey was radiating. Sucking at Sanosuke's ~Adam's 
apple~, teasing it with the tip of his skilled tongue like a child's play, till he probed his sharp fangs with the smooth, 
delicate skin, a crisscrossed pattern to mark his rooster.
And ~train kept a rollin'~, ~round and round~, the fist-fighter was hit in a circling motion once again, steaming, inseparable 
connected, push and shove. Efficient, controlled, a fluent penetrating to cool down his fever, to release the aching pain in his 
groin... 
Sanosuke smiled absentmindedly. This evil enforcer of his justice did care for him!
Another shower of spasms and the officer's endeavors flew into the fist-fighter's body, trickling back down his trembling 
thighs.
	"... damn...."
The young man whispered coarsely, the erection still flagged proudly, sweaty and smeared with semen.
Saitou ignored the helpless frustration, probing the white, quivering fingers, the weak arms..
He had to push the blood circulation at all costs!
Without hesitating he freed the wrists of the fighter, guiding the weary young man to sink to his knees, bending over to 
breathe in laborious drafts. Saitou followed in quick grace, clothing the shaking frame with his slender, ivory body, driving 
the weak legs apart to adjust his position.
	"We're not done yet."
A somber growl trickled down the sticky skin, causing the fist-fighter to snuggle for shelter.
	"So let's ~come together~, nee, big bad wolfie?"
Sanosuke tried to tease, shaking with every syllable to leave his hoarse throat.
	"Fool."
Saitou barked, grabbing the small hips tight, to embed his trustworthy sword deep down the burning flesh.
	"You..."
Sanosuke gasped.
	"...took a..."
Gasp.
	"...drug, too?"
Sharp fangs punctuated menacingly his left shoulder.
	"I don't have to rely on artificial support."
The wolf snarled, hitting the young man repeatedly.
One ~full circle~ to follow the previous... the officer counted, focusing on the blood circulation, the fleeing heartbeat.
	»The reckless rooster got fried from within but he still could not refrain from joking... impudent fool!«
Hitting home once more the officer allowed the trembling fist-fighter to crawl to the futon, neatly folded, clumsily trying to 
lay the thin mattress out.
He himself got to his feet, not caring to cover decently. He opened the door a fraction since the alcove was all too small, 
peering down the neat hallway in utter darkness.
	»Ah. Kamatari indeed behold a caring heart and a pragmatic common sense.«
A bucket of water and a bottle with flavored tea waited to be taken in. He took both, bolting the door again, grabbing one ankle 
and one wrist to drag Sanosuke away from the futon to the sparse place on the ground.
The fist-fighter hissed in pain since he had no time to shield his ready-to-fire-device-of-lust, being turned around and one 
instant later, the bucket poured its contents on his slender body. Steam vaporized, Sanosuke sighed at the slight relief, then 
Saitou urged him to sit up and swallow in long drafts the tea.
	»It won't take long for that forsaken drug to suck every last drop of liquid in and boil the impishly smiling rooster once 
again but a wolf never gives up!«
Collecting bucket and bottle Saitou placed them outside to get filled again by Kamatari who would be waiting in close reach, to 
make sure that he would not let this foolish brat get killed.
	»Tsk tsk, a dangerous charm encircled this silly, cocky rooster, to entice reasonable people to help him out... tsk tsk.«
Meanwhile Sanosuke had managed to crawl back to the futon, gasping and checking carefully his condition. Due to his feverish, 
relaxed state he could not detect any trace of pain or discomfort. A rather pleasing result, since he had heard terrible stories 
about sex with another man. 
	»And imagine, me, Sanosuke Sagara, being the submissive part!«
He grinned lopsidedly.
	»Well, this is definitely Saitou-caused!!«
He rested on his back, waiting for the strange, dangerous sword-fighter to return his attention to him, have a close inspection 
of the naked ivory body which had been connected with his own so intimately.
	"Whoa!"
Sanosuke grinned as Saitou turned to present his glorious, strong figure.
	"That must be a ~big ten-inch record~!"
The young man winked, ruffling his eerie mop slightly shocked.
	"Ah. As I can see, you take me for ~drop dead gorgeous?"
Saitou commented teasingly, inspecting the gasping fist-fighter spread out on his back, the delicious, deep eyes partly hidden 
beneath silky lids.
	"~Falling in love is hard on the knees~!"
The roosterheaded fighter grinned, exposing his vulnerable, slim body to lure the wolf anew.
	"This is not about love."
Saitou hissed, lifting the small hips to greet his groin while supporting his partner with his thighs, crouching to find the 
best position.
Sanosuke did not care to argue, he knew exactly what he wanted right now...
	"Come on, Saitou, I need your ~magic touch~!"
He purred temptingly, his long, thick eyelashes whirling a little taifun, to meet the wolf's haggard face, bent down to scold 
this foolish brat once more.
	"You're ~livin' on the edge~, idiot!"
The wolf barked briskly, irritated by the sharp sting in his stomach. 
He was absolutely not attracted to that beautiful meddler!
He was just some ~flesh~ to hold on to, to sink the fangs in, to bite, to taste, to lick, to suck, nothing else!!
The roosterheaded man held tight, sighing with a deep, husky voice, a luring melody to increase the pace, to enforce his 
endeavors. Growling constantly Saitou preformed his task harsh and fast, drawing back to stare at the trembling fist-fighter.
	»Something's amiss...« 
Maybe it was merely the shock of being caressed, his shiny black hair being combed by tender fingers, the whispers of delight 
at his collarbone?
Big, chocolate-colored eyes blinked at him imploringly and a jolt of fear crossed his well-armored heart. If he indeed had let 
someone pass the barriers of steel, ice and devotion to justice...
	»No way! Better get it on and over with!«
The wolf took his chance, shrugging the all-too-human doubts off.
	"How about some ~rock in a hard place~?"
The wolf of Mibu glared yearning, grabbing the rooster who consisted mostly of a broad grin like the ~Cheshire cat~.
	"Get on with the ~rattlesnake shake~!"
Sanosuke commanded huskily, spreading his legs further apart, oblivious for his sticky, semen-covered abdomen and the wolf did 
proceed. This time, he nearly missed the tiny sounds of footsteps, refreshing the water and tea supply in front of the door, too 
occupied to soothe his raging lust.
When he had delivered his message card to the 'magic spot of orgasmic pleasure' in the baking-hot body, the officer withdrew.
Struggling to get up, roll the fist-fighter over, to pour another load of water at his gasping form.
	»He's just too stubborn to die, so why does that damn fever not relinquish?!«
Saitou felt his own stamina subside, he needed a rest... 
Quite understandable, at the circumstances but this meant to offer an opportunity for the foolish rooster to mock him.... 
	»Snap out of it, why should you care?!«
	"Hey, wolfie, can you just come down..."
The coarse voice made him growl in annoyance.
	"I'm all burning..."
Sanosuke tried to sit up to help himself to the bottle of tea, a clever concept as the officer pondered absentmindedly.
Snarling impatiently Saitou sat by the young man, supporting his torso with both arms, encircling the trembling, feverish body.
	"Hmmmmmmm...."
The rooster purred in delight.
	"You're so cold...."
	»A strange compliment.«
	"You talk too much."
The wolf growled, sinking on his back to gather his forces once more.
	»This will be a very long, stressing, demanding night....«
Sanosuke bent over, searching the amber stare, twisting a curl into one of the stubborn strands caging the angular features of 
Saitou's face.
	"Would you mind if I help myself?"
He asked rather cautiously, his burning-hot breath setting fire on the wolf's ivory skin.
	"~Shut up and dance~!"
Saitou hissed, helping the young man to take his place on his own hips.
	»Damn that brash, reckless, cocky rooster!!«
He sighed.
	»Here we go ~back in the saddle~ again!«
Sanosuke adjusted himself, smiling in bliss, topping the fearsome former Shinsengumi, straddling as deep down as he could 
manage to.
	»This was hilarious.... a miracle... and he felt soooo breathtakingly, fucking good!!«
A ~crash~ of opposites, contrary tempers, attitudes...and they were fitting perfectly....
Saitou supported the fainting fist-fighter, preventing him from~falling off~, keeping him tight to his tired body burned by the 
tremendous heat, radiating in far circles.
	»Just a short break...«

~+~

Sanosuke struggled in his worn-out sleep, clinging to his side, breathing coarsely. 
Saitou watched his restless tossing about.
~Amazing~, to lend a hand, -well, actually another part of his well-trained strong body~, and struggle one instant later in the 
maze of your own heart. It was ~Pandora's box~ exploding, releasing the pressure to keep control, every instant, no matter what. 
~Just push play~, pounding, pinning him flat, shoving his pretty ass to greet his next life.
So it was ~nobody's fault~ if he needed to kill the rooster. For making him feel.... loved. Endangering his securely hidden 
heart with his teasing smile, his daring eyes, his longing, his beauty.
	»Can it be? Is there a ~hole in my soul~, a place that needs to be filled? A vast void that will be sucking me in to 
oblivion if he's not around? Scary idea...He is a ~soul saver~.«
The older man mused but his vocation did not require a soul, it was a hindrance, a human concept to prove their reign in nature.
	"You're ~beyond beautiful~..."
The wolf caressed the dark-brown mop of spiky locks, his voice strangely solemn like the golden fire in his amber eyes.
	»You're getting ~under my skin~, you foolish rooster. You remind me of a longing that I forgot centuries ago. So who is the 
fool, the cocky youngster snoring in my lap, too bold for his own good, or the cunning wolf who is trapped in his own heart, 
chasing the ghost of hope? There's a ~light inside~, a dangerous flame of courage and... love. I can see it, feel it, smell 
it. It's melting my fortress of ice and isolation down, it's burning in the deserted dark of my soul... and I want to touch 
it. I want to burn in your fire.«

~+~

With a yawn the rooster woke up, scratching his abdomen, realizing the true origin of the sticky layer. 
	"Woah, I am still alive and ready to strike!"
He beamed, grabbing an elegant hand to meet his forehand beyond the flaring-red bandana.
	"And I think, my temperature is down some degrees, don'tcha agree? But it's not over, so can we get ~on the road again~?"
He grinned, trying to climb the wolf's hips again.
	"Impudent fool!"
Saitou admonished, shoving the fist-fighter off.
	"You're keen to die after all?"
	"~I don't want to miss a thing~ you have in store yet!"
The rooster explained smugly.
	"Besides you need to have ~nine lives~ living in the slums."
He grinned enchantingly, not to the least upset by the harsh refusal Sanosuke studied the frowning sword-fighter keeping a 
distance.
	»My ~hearts' done time~«
He considered thoughtfully.
	»Ten long, painful, solitary years and he saved my life, I am absolutely positive about that. Yeah, Sano, ~dream on~! As if 
he would ever give in to that ~sweet emotion~ of longing, caring, loving!«
Right this instant Saitou got to his feet in one swift movement, starting to dress.
	"Don't go just now!"
Sanosuke worked his way up, clutching to the uniform till he stood, exhausted but insisting, his chocolate-colored eyes serious.
	"Don't touch me."
The wolf growled menacingly, pushing him away to hit the wall.
The rooster blocked his way stubbornly, leaning at the door.
	"~I wanna know why~"
He insisted, clutching the hem of Saitou's uniform-jacket desperately.
	"Just spit it out, Saitou, why don't you dare to trust on me?!"
	"Phh, even ~all your love~ cannot make me trust you!"
The officer haughtily retorted, surprising himself by his honesty.
	"Com'on, big bad wolfie, ~chip away the stone~ that is blocking your heart!"
The fist-fighter urged, clenching his fists to remain as calm as he could manage.
	"You don't know who you're challenging."
The former Shinsengumi hissed.
	"Don't you remember the 'evil' I am wielding, according to your constant cursing?! How does your pretty ass feel?"
They glared at each other, tense to the utmost concentration.
	"I know damn well ~what kinda lover you are~"
Sanosuke answered slowly.
	"But I love you because you are what you are."
	"Love..."
The officer spit like a profanity.
	"You don't know anything about it."
Struggling with his rash temper the fist-fighter gnashed a curse.
	»This could be the only chance to give proof of my true emotions!«
	"You were there every time ~when I needed you~, like this night. You saved me. You do care. I know, I have something, 
~something's gotta give~ to make you believe in me."
Saitou remained his composed, mysterious, cold self.
	"Why don't you get it ~outta your head~, 'jime? I am not some stupid brat, I can stand up to you!"
Sanosuke yelled, losing his temper, lunging at the sword-fighter, kissing him with burning passion. The horrible vision to never 
again taste the wolf's desire for him, his skillful 'art' to make love... 
	»~no more no more~« 
Hummed in his head.
	"Please.."
He whispered, leaning to the officer's forehead, drowning in the twin amber-abyss.
A tongue caressed his trembling lips, sealing his mouth completely.
	"Meet me at the bathhouse, rooster."
Saitou ordered, moving out in his usual grace, hiding a wicked, fond grin.
Sanosuke beamed all over, tripping while trying to dress himself.
	»A ~lick and a promise~ ... could you wish for more?!«

~#~ The end ~#~

kimera


Notes of production

No. 1 scenario, torching hot weather.. it was, almost a week in a row up to 40 degrees, and some strange idea crept up while I 
vaporized slowly.. so how about getting some song titles to have a short, senseless story-line? 
This is it.... and some leftover-action from "Morgenroete" 'cause I just can't get enough *interaction* of Saitou and Sano ^.^°