title: Lecturing 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 3 PG: 16 category: suspense written: 31.05.2003 disclaimer: Rurouni Kenshin belongs to Nobuhiro Watsuki, the challenge was originated by the Queen Yokozuna. Special Warning: No native, so millions of mistakes, misspellings... your mind will spin and possibly detonate but you've been warned ^_^ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ Lecturing "Oi, Katsu, you not yet done? This is boring!" The stretching youth idly scratched his lower rips, yawning till his jaws cracked. Smiling the young man with the navy black hair down to his shoulders, tinted with secret ingredients, drew another sketch with crayon. "You sleep in to noon and doze off to supper. Why do you complain?" Ruffling the spiky strands of his dark-brown hair to an electrified mop Sanosuke grinned benevolently. "Man, don't you get tired of wasting paper?" He indicated to the series of studies relating on one single, exclusive object: a stark-naked street-fighter, easing his slender body like a cat. "I have to practice." Amused chuckle. "Like a skilled fighter." Another sketch found its predecessors on the ground. With a low moan the spiky-haired youth arched, resting on his elbows, his head hanging low in his nape, the tips of his strands caressing the floor. Katsuhiro, talented painter and former Sekihoutai, sighed inwardly: his friend did look divine. He could never get tired of watching him, always at ease, not posing at all with this mischievous, radiating smile, beautifying his attractive features. "Why don't you have a nap, Sano? It's not like you're going to miss anything, too early for gambling or getting drunk, sleepyhead." He teased. "Nah, I am all awake!" Another yawn to swallow the horizon completely. "I can spot that." Katsuhiro smiled, taken aback. »He's just breathtaking...« "Should I help you to some nice dreams?" He dared grinning. "Nah, man, thanks, but that would be too much." Feigning a haughty smirk the relaxed youngster waved off. "You already did my laundry." He rolled to one side and send an inquiring glance. "I thought you had me around to help you out with your other job...?" Sketching nonetheless Katsuhiro took his time to reply. »Sano frowning with serious interest is a delightful sight to be enjoyed with contemplation.« "I have to raise money to get my 'other' job going, Sano, so you're helping me." "Doesn't your wrist ache already? You're absolutely working too hard!" Sinking to his back, rubbing his nicely chiseled stomach leisurely, Sanosuke closed his eyes again. With an enchanted smile Katsuhiro answered thoughtfully. "You know, with you around, it's fun... I enjoy myself to the utmost possible." A low chuckle. "Oi, you're trying to flatter me, that's kinda... charming." Katsuhiro sighed. »Damn it, Sano, you don't have any ideas of YOUR charms... but I will show you.« ~+~ Directing his jolly but close to sloshed friend through the narrow alleyway, Katsuhiro considered the schedule of his next day. After taking the merrily singing roosterheaded youngster to dinner they had paid a visit to Katsuhiro's vendor who stored incoming messages, ordering his services as a famous painter. »A new order...« He did not recognize the name, detected the address, to present himself, close to the outer borders of the city. »Well...« Catching the straying youngster by the hems of his jacket. »I can't keep him forever. In two days time that forsaken battousai will be back at the Kamiya's doujou.« Katsuhiro gnashed a curse. He had met the small man who had captured his friend's mind and...heart? All charming, docile, yet strong and skilled, holding a power beyond his reach, a charisma encircling his restricted desire to manslaughter anew. »You can not hide your true nature, battousai! I am blessed with a rare gift: I can see beyond any human surface. You value his pure beauty high and you would not mind sacrificing his soul on the altar of your carnal greed. Maybe your strength is overwhelming, maybe you're deluding everyone else. I will not fail Sano. His heart goes straight and whoever ends its virgin slumber will win him for a lifetime. And I will make him mine alone.« ~+~ "So I can spend the day at your place?" Struggling to get rid of the blanket entangled with slender legs the spiky-haired youth finally sat up, massaging his velvety, perfectly tanned chest. Smiling Katsuhiro bent down to ruffle the dark-brown mop, placing a teasing kiss on the forehead, as usual covered with the red bandanna. "Don't mess anything up, will you?" He ordered with a grim frown. "Else there will be no Sake for you." "Uuhhhh!" With a whine of piteous agony Sanosuke curled to a delightful package of stark-naked limbs and trunk. Softly caressing the exposed spine Katsuhiro soothed the obvious dread of his announcement. "You could change my mind by bribing me." He whispered. A muffled yawn. "Gimme a hint..." Grinning Katsuhiro brushed his long, shiny strands back, ready to leave. With a low growl of attack Sanosuke flung the blanket high in the air, lunging at his friend, hugging him tightly, tackling and tickling till they had to split up gasping desperately, giggling in intimate joy. "Now I have to comb again..." Finally Katsuhiro got up, adjusting his attire, still smiling in bliss. "Gimme that horrible thing!" Sanosuke snatched the ivory comb, kneeling next to his friend, chewing his tongue in concentration to smooth the navy black strands. The painter did not dare to breathe or stir, he closed his eyes, anxiously relishing every little caress. "Done!" Proudly beaming Sanosuke tipped Katsuhiro's nose. "Thank you." A graceful bow meeting a mischievous wink. "Off you go!" A clap to Katsuhiro's buttock and Sanosuke lazily sunk back to their loitered futon, folding his hands in his neck. His half-closed eyes inviting to switch to something more than this innocent entertainment but Katsuhiro knew better than to strain his luck. His beautiful, virile friend had no notion of certain mature pleasures. »Not yet. But this evening I will conquer your single-mindedness and teach you another battle technique: the infight.« ~+~ Another groan... »Dozen complete!« Ruffling his spiky mop of hair and pacing the little house Sanosuke grumbled. Katsuhiro had promised to get back to him in the afternoon and now it was getting dark... And no sign, no message of his friend. "Damn it, Katsu, what's keeping you?!" He mumbled confused and slightly annoyed. »Maybe they had sacked him?« He clenched his fists. »Fucking Meiji! Those filthy cowards... just a few leaflets revealing the truth about their clumsy attempts to rule the country! Now, what am I to do?« He considered several options, hitting his knuckles together encouragingly. »Get hold of that flamboyant twerp? Nah, Katsu would be annoyed to no end if I have a little chat with his new vendor. The guy always seems close to a faint when I show up, all babbling and drooling. Hmm... Ask at the police station?« His face twisted sourly. They loathed the Meiji and their lackeys, therefore the idea of stepping in was simply gross. Beyond that, if they had any clue about Katsu's 'other job', the police had already paid a visit. Taking his chances and hike the streets? With a determined grin the youngster picked his clothes from the line, dressing fast, attiring the bandages to his muscled stomach and his bare feet. »Can't stay any longer, must have a walk! And, just maybe, a snack...« Reaching for the handle to slide the door to its side he bolted backwards, performing his fighting stance. He could literally see a malicious smirk wrinkling the corners of thin lips, a cigarette dangling arrogantly. "Saiiitoouuuu!" He growled coarsely as the door indeed was opened and a tall, slender man in the uniformed attire of the city's police authorities entered, removing his shoes gracefully. "Whaddayawant?!" The spiky-haired youngster yelled without the merest attempt to control his temper. If the big bad wolf of Mibu showed up, something really evil used to come around. »Like nasty injuries, crazy samurai or some nagging idiot from the government.« Besides Sanosuke felt a shiver running down his spine, the former Shinsengumi held another 'job' but unlike Katsu's nobody complained, on account of being dead. "Where's your witty friend?" A trail of blue smoke curled to meet the narrow ceiling, the amber gaze of the lupine eyes piercing bluntly. "Why?" Sanosuke retorted glaring, keeping the distance to sidestep a sudden attack. "That's none of your business." Little sulfurous flames danced temptingly, yearning to teach the impudent fool who challenged, the basics of life. As to who was master and who was to writhe in agony on the ground. Crossing his strong arms in front of his chest the youngster tilted his head up. "Fine by me. Shut the door when you're out." Feigning boredom the youth leisurely broke his stance, haughtily showing his back with the proud imprint screaming 'wicked' to the world. Without the faintest draft the tall officer lunged, languidly ducking the impetuous series of blows, attacking at knee's level. The street-fighter had to jump and he did. He somersaulted elegantly, a wink above the tall officer, snatching his cap, touching the ground with ease. Saitou lifted a brow, remaining the stoical, strictly-to-business fighter he used to be. Teasingly waving his catch Sanosuke nearly laughed his head off: the all-mighty wolf of Mibu lost an item of his precious uniform to a foolish ruffian like him?! Keeping the distance, inches out of reach, they moved in a tight circle charging once in a while, the adversary merely escaping. Tickled by the thrilling union of fear and lust, attentive to the utmost, the chocolate-colored eyes sparkled desirous, exchanging sizing glances. »What's he up to next? Will I evade that one? Does his skin tingle like mine? Is he actually enjoying our 'brawl'?« Saitou lunged, thus interrupting Sanosuke's merry musings, grabbed one wrist, rushing the youth's side who whirled to keep his eyes on the older man. Abruptly halting the enforcer of the law sent his younger companion to stagger, too fast to stop himself from reeling, taking some blows to his neck to increase his speed. Close to hitting the wall the angry youngster was about to face his opponent again when he felt a sudden squeeze greeting his crotch in an inquiring manner. "What the fuck?" Sanosuke gasped, due to the increasing intensity as the sheath of Saitou's sword moved up. With a push the wolf of Mibu pinned him to the wall, casually bending over on one side, whispering in evil amusement. "Now, get your hands up where I can see them... that's a good boy..." A low chuckle. Sanosuke hissed. He had to surrender completely, every attempt to revolt left him aching and panting. "You... damn... pervert..." The street-fighter tensed, baring his teeth to show his loathe... and shove off the confusing sensation of disappointment. »That's it, moron! You were daft enough to think he might actually enjoy a nice, clean brawl, banter along...idiot!!« "Listen." The hot, nicotine-bathed breath of the officer burnt his cheek, those maliciously smirking lips whispered closely. "There will be a raid. Some thugs who cannot read but take interest in simple pleasures as to crush limbs, especially hands. They like to booze, so nobody can hold them responsible." Saitou slowly stepped back, adjusting his sword to the holster low on his hips. "Why.." Sanosuke turned his head. ".. do you mind?" He asked, finally facing his opponent. The common, sardonic smirk. "Well, let's say, your friend tends to cause serious gastric displeasure to certain people..." The amber eyes gleamed. "One of his rare good qualities." Picking up his cap the officer headed to the door, ready to leave, as the street fighter spoke up again. "..you... did not... accidentally run into him? Or anything?" Glancing over one shoulder the piercing stare plundered the open seas of chocolate. Turning his back and sliding the door open, slipping into his shoes, the wolf advised with a low growl. "Find yourself something to eat and get to bed early." Scratching his neck Sanosuke watched the wolf disappear, just mingling with the shadows. »So, I had better check on Katsu right away next sunrise? Damn it...« ~+~ "So, will ya just fetch me that address?" Sanosuke felt his fists twitching, aching to send that lecherous twerp to the ground. And take a bath. »Ye Gods, that guy's a creep...akhs, please, man, get that tongue in, willya?! I feel like sharing my breakfast again!« The dreadful apparition, known, -if you could not escape-, as Katsuhiro's new vendor, came closer, sneaking his slimy way to pat the youngster's sleeve. He always took any opportunity to have a grip, sticky like a leech and smelling of naphthalene. The youngster desperately did NOT want to know that story. "But Sano, you don't have to look for your friend. He's on business, so it will sure take a while." A fishy grin with a wink that sent tickling horrors down Sanosuke's spine. "He's not the only handsome guy around..." Hint hint... The street-fighter felt like screaming high-pitched and grab a broom to squash that slimeball flat. And maybe stab, stamp and burn it, to be on the safe side. »Don't!« He strictly ordered his imagination. »Don't ever...!!!« "Gimme already that address! I'm not having all day!" He hissed, minding to keep the distance. "Oh, you don't wanna go there, friend!" A snicker like a poisoned rat about to spread a plague. "He's making out.. with the ladies." »Stop winking, creep, my eyes start twitching!« "What ladies??" "Oh, just two pretty, well-off ladies..." Another grin meant to be smart, ridiculing his ratlike features. With utter disgust, relying on his strong-willfulness, Sanosuke grabbed the vendor's collar, sizing him with his most piercing stare. "The address!" He growled, starting to shake the his prey. "Huuuuu...you're so pushy..." Its owner hit a wall, slumping to the ground. "I kick yer ass, rat man, and if you're not talking, I get something spiky..." The street-fighter dared, keeping his temper. If that psychic cop got his ways in such a manner, he would succeed too. ~+~ Consumed by strange emotions Sanosuke scrubbed his hands down his hips... and jerked them off. Damn it, he was getting a nervous tic about this! Feeling dirty and slimy and sticky and rotten all in one! »Stop it, Sano, the cloth is already wearing through!« Kicking harmlessly lurking pebbles off his storming way he shuddered anew. »Disgusting! To get all excited, panting and moaning if you were about to be beat up shitless! Not yet being touched... Man, that gives me the creeps!« Fortunately there had been no need to pursue the issue at, -well, collar-, for little rat man stored his receipts about him, all the fees he charged, rendering his 'services'. Among the fluttering pieces of cheap paper Sanosuke, definitely glad to get out of this freaky encounter, snatched the latest one. It bore a seal consisting of minor instructions how to contact the new clients. Somewhere about the outer parts of the city... and the street-fighter used to lose himself once or twice on his way. This left him swearing, scratching but determined to meet his friend. And to make sure that the painter would be very sorry... and paying a huge meal at the Akabeko!! ~+~ Pocketing his fists to prevent from scratching he looked inquiringly at the site where a spacious building rested in complete silence. An observation, striking Sanosuke as definitely odd. »No one busily rushing about, no servants, no attendants... no sounds of animals or human beings...« He entered the ancient house, passing Mon-gates, waiting for someone to yell and chase the intruder out... »It's too darn quiet....a trap?« Passing various halls and living rooms, vast in their measurements but sparsely furnished. »Where's everyone? What's going on?« Without noticing he switched to his fighting attitude: fists ready to rain blows, setting his feet carefully, constantly surveying his surroundings. Freezing he listened closely....there! »Like a.. stifled moan?« Narrowing the chocolate-colored eyes he sped up. He did not care anymore of interrupting some sexual intercourse, he wanted to be out of this freaking house, dragging Katsu if needed. On his journey he had contemplated the idea of his friend 'making out'. »Nonsense.« Although truly handsome in his gloomy ways Katsuhiro had his 'view' about his job: he was strictly down to business, no flattering, no flirting, no personal interests. Determined to his art he would never go for a woman, especially a wealthy one. Too much trouble! Indifferently bashing another hall the street fighter halted. A strange woman, her scarlet kimono folding at her bare waist level, rocked on the floor. Turning her head she smiled and started to laugh frantically, barring sharpened teeth, her lips tinted black. Sanosuke swore. »What the fuck...?!« Then just a glimpse of navy-black strands... "Katsu?!" The street-fighter lunged forward to suppress a shocked yell. His friend, intimately connected with that gruesome woman, was covered with leather strips, pinned to the ground, his delicate skin torn and bruised. Gagged to muffle his screams he could only blink, sobbing in pain. "Get off, bitch!" Ready to toss her to the far end of the hall Sanosuke anxiously inspected the bounds, sizzling with disgust and fury. Who could dare cause such evil to his dear brother?! Rising he went for the still laughing woman, suspecting her of being some fox deity. They liked to trick humans and could adapt a human-shaped appearance. "You're going to get some spanks and maybe I'll drown you in the well, fox bitch!!" He roared, remembering to find a knife or sword to free his friend. Katsu's muffled screams increased, alarming Sanosuke to rush for his side. Kneeling the street-fighter caressed the pale, pain-stricken face, promising. "I'll get you out in now time, Katsu. We'll be alright!" He could not read the message desperately flickering in the black eyes: WATCH OUT! Sanosuke sensed the draft and reeled, likewise keeping his head down, rolling away from the tormented body of his friend. Blinking he howled in fury: at least a dozen, shiny pins stuck in the boards where he had been not an instant ago, sparkling. He needed not consider his next actions. He headed to Katsu, smashing the boards beneath his friend with mighty blows. Escape, the only option at hand. Ignoring the coarse pleas of the painter to leave immediately on his own Sanosuke lifted the limb body and started to run. At the rear end of the hall, the doors burst in. Another woman, dressed in scarlet, barring fangs, maniacally laughing. He spun around. »I take the wall....« But he never did. Covered with thousands of sparkling pins, stinging his skin and flesh, the street-fighter stumbled, tensing his muscles to match the effort. Poisoned he held to his inconsolable sobbing friend till he lost consciousness. ~+~ They were being watched but they did not notice. Ordered to bully a sissy painter and trash his few possessions they had stuck to the customary booze, found their way and, strangely enough, nobody was around. Crowding they patiently waited for a careless thought to come up but apparently this took some time. Igniting his cigarette the lean officer materialized out of midnight's darkest shadows. "No one's been here for two days. You cannot deliver your message if no one shows up. Go home now." Silence. Blinking blurry eyes. Shuffling of feet. He knew that those brainless thugs could not stand his fierce glance, the cold fire of sulfurous flames dancing in sardonic amusement. They scuffled off. With a purposeful look on his angular features Saitou inspected the closed doors. ~+~ There were rumors. Inspecting the place from a distance of approximately 50 feet he judged it wise to leave the old mansion and its inhabitants to their own. He had never encountered plots or attempts to sack the building, a very uncommon attitude regarding the ruthlessness of some of the thugs and gangsters he had put to jail. Holding the view of wealth and might, strangely enough, there was no fence, no guards, not a single trace of the devices a former fortress should sustain. Regarding this, the inhabitants had to be careless beyond measure or they did not need to rely on ordinary precautions to protect their home. Its inhabitants... no trace to be seen but the buildings were in a rather good shape, so someone had to attend to them... Tossing his cigarette the tall officer narrowed his amber eyes. »The rat man had muttered something about two women.« Two women, asking a painter to pay a visit, not a single male servant assisting to their journey in the lower parts of Tokyo... »Never trust a woman. You can't read their minds, they are less easy to predict and they tend to be pragmatic and annoyingly enduring. Well...« He eased his sword ready to strike any time. »You better not mess with the wolf, ladies. To justice, we're all alike.« ~+~ He could sense the presence of at least four beings. On his guard he set foot on the vast amount of halls and rooms, watching out for ninja-like traps or ambushes although he did not detect any hints of concealed weapons or attackers. Slowly gliding closer to the center of presences he felt being watched, but not by a single pair of eyes: the walls, the ceiling, the floor, everything seemed to be alive and hostile. »Ha.« He flashed a wicked smile of razorsharp fangs. »I don't mind if this place is haunted, dead or alive, oppose me and bear the consequences.« Entering another hall his pace came to a halt. Due to the dim light, -the slide doors and the windows were barred-, his gaze followed a chain of huge candelabras to the far end of the room. No furniture, no wall-scrolls, no carpets. The hall was empty except for a strange, huge item at its end. Narrowing his piercing stare of sulfurous ice the wolf loomed closer. According to the shape it could pass as a bench but the legs were thin and extended to his waist level, the chubby top... It looked like a fat horse, lacking its head. There was a low breeze. Someone's breath stirring the eerie atmosphere of eternal doom. The officer blinked. Someone had been bound to the horse-like device, arms and legs spreadeagled to be fixed by small strips to cut the flesh. He smelled the lingering odor of sex, mixed with sweat and the stench of rotten meat. Cautiously he drew closer, suspecting a trap to bait him by compassion for the victim. Only the increasing force of grabbing the hilt showed his utter terror. Those spikes... Taking his time to regain his stoical composure he slid the hood off, baring the poor man's face. Eyes dulled with agony, gagged to cut the corners to bleed with every breath, a heart-shaped face marked with scratches of fingernails, pale and tense. Slowly, as not to startle the youngster, the wolf let his right hand cup a smeared cheek, whispering sonorously. "I will set you free." A shiver violently passed through the tormented body, a stifled scream... the spell of horror had been broken. Lifting his sword the officer measured the strikes to sever the strips, slightly disturbed by the signs of abuse the youngster bore. From collarbone to abdomen, his skin was bruised and scratched. On his chest rested the stumps of melted candles covered with spots of wax, the genitalia close to raw. He cut the strips, listening to the sighs of relief, finally taking away the gag. "Don't speak!" He ordered, succinctly dragging the feeble body down, supporting Sanosuke's stand, avoiding the dull glance. There was danger, too close to ignore. "Sano!" He hissed. "Stay down!" Lowering his stance Saitou forced his sword through the horse-like device, cutting it in halves to crush at the floor. "Hohoho, who will ride my nice horse? A samurai?" Saitou caught a glimpse of scarlet, the naked body of a woman, a skin too bright to be entirely human, fangs... He growled low, baring his teeth. She had abused the youth panting and sobbing in sheer terror at his feet. He could smell her filthy stench beyond doubt. "You die." He announced his verdict. With a rush of cold air the strange woman attacked and the wolf charged in his gatotsu style. Blow after blow, strike following strike, -they battled with the same vigor and determination. The officer had suspected concealed weapons and he proved to be correct: his adversary threw poisoned pins, small daggers while kicking, biting and hitting. He did not believe in spirits and gods, demons or ghosts, so he considered the woman to be a common maniac, remarkably strong, indifferent to injuries. A complete nutcase, as his fellow officers would report. Nevertheless, this was personal. She should never have touched Sanosuke. Subsiding his 'civilized', human layers of self-restriction, he became the true wolf he had always been, a cunning, fearless, strong and merciless beast. ~+~ When he was done, shreds of scarlet cloth covered the floor, mingled with blood, crushed bones and torn apart limbs. He smiled feral. Slowly he moved towards the remains of the horse-like bench where the youth still cowered, hugging and rocking himself in terror. The clouded eyes followed his approach. Saitou got on his fours, glancing deep down in those terrified orbs, sniffing at the laborious breath. The youngster did not back off. With possessive desire the wolf drew closer, licking away the tears, the blood, taking in the unique taste of his prey. Intrigued by the delicious cavern behind those bruised lips he conquered the chaste hideaway, treasuring enticing flavors. His tongue flicked but this could not satisfy his longing, so he was about to draw back, to reconsider in his beast-like way when timid arms encircled his shoulders, seeking for shelter, a tongue met his own. A blink in the amber eyes... and the wolf switched back to the human self, the man who knew how to kiss and protect. Close to suffocating the youth Saitou finally broke off, retracting, lifting his sword. He rose, dragging Sanosuke with him, steadying the trembling street-fighter. "We will get your friend and leave." A glimpse of chocolate. Very uncommon to the stoical man his thoughts meandered, comparing the color of those big eyes, shaded by long, black lashes, to the taste he had found. A bitter-sweet, exquisite flavor, haunting his memory, leaving him to crave for another kiss, like a highly addictive drug. The poison you could not cure. Carefully he traced the cheek bones to the jaw, refusing to sigh. »Damn it, there was a trap but I did not see it... and now I am done.« "Take my hand." The officer whispered softly, offering his right to the naked youth. His message took time to be delivered and deciphered. Reluctantly the youngster dared to touch. Visibly relieved as he was not to bear another mistreatment, he took hold, a lopsided, meek grin flashing the pale face. "Fine." The wolf praised his courage, leading to the rear end of the hall. They passed by several rooms, to enter a chamber which sported the same perturbing sight the wolf had met times before. A man, being pinned to the floor, bound, gagged, bleeding, tormented, humiliated and abused. As he could see, raped in addition. The woman, like her partner, laughed in high-pitched shrieks, rocking her victim, smacking his chest and hips to increase the thrusting rhythm. The youngster rushed past his side, driving her away with a kick which she easily avoided, baring her fangs, still laughing. Swirling her scarlet attire she would have hit the street-fighter with the concealed iron sticks in her sleeves but the wolf hurled his sword in one instant, pinning her convulsing body to the wall. Leisurely he came closer, gathering his sword to slash her like her partner, with determined thoroughness. Meanwhile the youth tried to release his friend, shedding tears as to the horrible sight he had to endure. He sighed in relief as the tall officer joined his side, cutting the strips and removed the wooden club, roughly cut to resemble a crude phallus. Cradling his friend the youngster started crying again, hoarsely begging for forgiveness, blaming his inability to prevent his brother from harm. Saitou bent and lifted the painter in his arms, his left still in grasp of his sword, ready to strike by sagging the limb body. "We leave now. Watch out, Sano." He ordered, taking the lead. Without any ambushes they approached the stables where Saitou had spotted a cart, used to be pushed by a servant. And there were traces of human presence. He knew that they were not as easily dismissed as their walk out of the mansion had been. Lowering Katsuhiro to the ground he prepared to counterattack. Four thugs left their ambush behind cargo and boxes, armed with clubs, swords, daggers and pikes. With a low growl of satisfied pleasure to give in to his desires the wolf lunged. ~+~ It did not take long to kill but he had to slash their corpses to even out the balance of nature and fate. Rummaging in some baskets and chests to find a cloth for cleaning the blade of his sword he discovered loads of clothes, some outdated, some well-known. He picked up the white trousers and the open jacket with the imprint, gesturing to Sanosuke to join him. Hesitantly the youth left the side of his friend, inspected the chest and collected the clothes of Katsuhiro. They tucked the painter in several blankets and put his limb body in the cart, covered with a sheet to prevent suspicious inquiries. Awkwardly Sanosuke started to dress but his bad condition hindered his efforts, nearly making him trip. The wolf caressed his cheek, a wink told the youngster to give in and in quick effectiveness the street fighter was ready to go. Pushing the cart up the way Saitou took Sanosuke's hand to grab the handle, to form a joint unit. He stopped 30 feet from the site, lowering the cart. "There's something still to be done. Stay here and wait. I won't take long." The chocolate-colored eyes answered, for the first time clear and comprehending. The wolf paced back, his amber eyes sparkling sulfur. ~+~ A few torches, some petroleum lamps and very old wood... The flames were greedily devouring the mansion, the gates, everything in their reach. »Nice.« The wolf joined his companions to head back for Tokyo. ~+~ They arrived in the middle of the night at Katsuhiro's place. It was still intact, no thugs lurking about, so Saitou moved the softly moaning man to his futon, carefully lowering his limb body on the mattress. Sanosuke was on his trail, silent, his clothes soaked with blood and filth. The officer himself did not look better in that respect. His uniform was soiled due to his feral combat. He sent the street-fighter to fill every available bucket with water and Sanosuke obediently went off to finish his chores. Removing the blankets Saitou inspected the wounds, shifting the painter with care. The scratches remained on the surface of the skin, the bruises would disappear in a few days. Of course, the painter's spirit would suffer, maybe forever. Sensing the attentive presence of Sanosuke by his side he gestured the youth to kneel next to him. "He will be alright. Now it's your turn to be treated." With a sudden shiver the youngster backed off, a subconscious reaction, as Saitou reached for the jacket. Patiently the enforcer of the law waited till the street-fighter gained his composure again and permitted the undressing, avoiding to meet Saitou's gaze Sanosuke endured the cleansing of his wounds. His skin was rinsed to remove the stains of his torture. They kept the silence till the officer had to conquer the critical question of internal wounds. Tenderly cupping the chin to force its spiky-haired owner to meet his gaze he whispered his inquiry. "Did they put anything inside your body?" The chocolate-colored eyes traveled to Katsuhiro and came back, glistening in tears. "..no..." The youngster choked trembling. Saitou sighed in relief, taking another blanket for the street-fighter to join the futon and have a rest. Sanosuke refused to lie down. Something was bothering him, demanding resolution. ".. is it always like this? Sweating, thrusting, fucking?..." His hoarse voice hissed, tinted with his loathe and agonizing memories. Rising the officer undressed, casually sinking his soiled attire to another bucket. Pouring water to his skin to refresh his spirits he considered his answer thoroughly. "Sometimes, it is. Physical attraction, the urging need to release your sexual tension by copulating." The amber gaze met the glaring chocolate seas. "Sometimes, it's a fight. To be dominant, to satisfy your desires." "Fucking." The youngster spat in disgust. A small grin wrinkled the corners. "If I remember correctly, this is your favorite choice when cursing." A mischievous wink. Turning pale Sanosuke lowered his gaze. »No smile, no snicker?!« Saitou took a seat close to the youngster. Both in the nude, they seemed to be connected, sharing an amiable communion, for the youth trusted him because he had saved them. "There's also another concept." Hesitating, he fumbled for his cigarettes, in vain, due to his current lack of dressing. The chocolate-colored eyes burnt his profile. "It's about making love." Spiteful hiss. Saitou turned to meet Sanosuke's loathing stare. "Do not confuse the terms. But..." Charging he ruffled the spiky locks slowly. "How are you supposed to know the difference? You've been mistreated. Do you want to learn the other way?" The youngster continued staring and the officer, strangely enough, could not read his mind. "Do you want to be loved?" He spoke plainly. "So you want to screw me?" Sanosuke hugged his knees, the eyes tinted with gloom. Saitou growled impatiently. "That's a different story. I am talking about making love, not fucking!" "Then, what's the difference?" The youth retorted fuming. "I spread my legs, and you get your 'relief'. So what?!" "It's about passion, sharing! You have to open your heart! You take a high risk, but it's worth the effort. That is, if you're brave enough to dare make love." They glared at each other, agitated, measuring up, too serious to banter anymore. Sanosuke broke their competition to outstare, slightly rocking. "As far as I can see, I'm to take all the risks...you're stronger, you're experienced..." He was cut off as the wolf hurled him into his arms, kissing him avidly. The youth's fingertips dug into Saitou's muscles, a grip for support, not to retreat, although the officer could sense Sanosuke's confusion. »He can feel it, the longing but he does not want to, due to those bitches! Why don't you fight your way out? Is there something, someone you don't want to hurt?« The former Shinsengumi finished with a teasing lick across the youngster's face. "Uahh..hey, wolfie, stop that!" A frown wrinkled Sanosuke's forehead, his eyes still fixed to the amber glow. Saitou traced the lines of the youngster's face with his fingertips, self-absorbed, his concentration radiating, to silence Sanosuke. Taking his time by simply ignoring it the wolf caressed the slightly flushed skin, tenderly massaging muscles and sinews. "This was about passion." He whispered solemnly. "Now you meet one part of making love... admiring with affection..." Turning his head briskly away Sanosuke muttered. "Perhaps... I don't want to be lectured by you." The wolf did not refrain from exploring the youngster's face, his neck and his ear, hidden under the unruly mop of dark-brown hair. "The decision is up to you, Sano." He answered quietly. Stretching his fingers, kneading his palms, the street-fighter felt the strong presence of the older man by his side, the calm dedication to make him comfortable while he still hugged himself fiercely. "Why do you care?" Finally he got down to the crucial question, rubbing his upper arms nervously. A chuckle tingled the air. »Talking about risks!« The wolf smiled. Relaxing on the futon, hands safely tucked under his head, Saitou closed his eyes. "I know you're strong. You don't need to be protected, you're capable to stand your ground. Of course, you're brash, impetuous and lazy, and you have to improve your skills to become the man you want to be." "Charming." Sanosuke grumbled, cautiously daring a glimpse. The officer WAS serious. Strange to think a deadpan matter-of-fact-announcement could make him feel fond and special... "Still, there's something that needs to be taken care of." Frowning the youth ventured to take a look, instantly captured by the amber glance. »Darn... am I that predictable?!« "So?" He growled. "Your lack of courage." ~+~ "My.. WHAT?!" Instantly he towered the lupine man who watched his fury at ease, patient. "You take me for a coward?!" The youth roared, incredulous, bending closer to rule the amber eyes. "Well..." With a malicious grin the wolf argued quietly. "You know that a lot of people have a special interest in you, like the fox doctor or battousai. Even your little friend over there. You can feel their longing but you stay away nevertheless. Why?" "Maybe I'm a little fussy about it!" Sanosuke glared. "You stick around your beloved battousai like a puppy but you choose to refuse him when he's about to confess? Now that's a rare one! The tomboy girl would not spend a second." A razorsharp grin of fangs. "We're friends, right?! He would never ever think of.. molesting me like you do!" The street-fighter fumed, clenching his fists to prove his point. "So you KNOW that he's hitting on you." Indifferently the officer concluded with a smug smile. Abruptly the youth backed off, to turn his back to the older man, at the far end of the futon taking his seat again. "I won't talk to you." He informed haughtily. "Suit yourself." The wolf replied with a sardonic smile. He needed not to wait long. "You know..." The youngster regained his composure. "I want to be strong. I want to improve my fighting skills. So, I dedicated my life to fist fighting. I am not daft, I know that some of my.. friends go for me. I didn't ask for it! I just..." He shifted restlessly. "You fear to get lost if you give in because you cannot engage in anything halfheartedly." Saitou helped out. A sigh rewarded his conclusion. "But you cannot keep this up forever. You're not a silly brat anymore, you're nineteen years old. You have to move on." A sour snort. "Thanks for reminding me, old man." Turning around to meet the amber glance Sanosuke decided to share the futon, stretching his limbs and crawling close to his friend. Resting on his elbows, he looked at the officer inquiringly. "So, why do you care?" Wrinkling the thin lips to a mocking smile Saitou explained. "Well, first of all, I am experienced and I could show you the basics. Second, you don't like me, so there's no danger of getting lost. Third, you could relax and stop shivering." Blinking in surprise Sanosuke inspected his slender and abused body: he had not noticed this reminder of his shock! Sitting up he tipped Saitou's nose scolding. "You didn't answer me yet. Why do YOU care?!" With a low growl the amber stars were hidden behind the lids. "You're really fussy, roosterhead." "I am waiting." The youth singsonged. Slowly rising to his knees the wolf loomed closer, banning the chocolate-colored eyes with his amber glow, sulfurous flames dancing temptingly within. Sanosuke felt paralyzed, he listened to his heart's racing, his rasping breath. The wolf would not stop. He drew closer, causing the youngster to lie down, brushing his skin slightly before leveling on the trembling body. "Maybe I feel like it." His sonorous voice tingled huskily. "Maybe I want to make love to you right now." The chocolate-colored eyes widened. Gasping, Sanosuke took hold at Saitou's rips to steady his weight. "Pay attention!" The wolf growled grinning. "I might examine you later..." ~+~ The taste of the youngster filled his mouth, his tongue would be raw when he finally would be able to stop himself... He knew, he feasted, took his time, enjoyed every single patch of the youth's skin, explored his body like a foreign country, ready to draw a map blindfolded. He nursed and tendered every scar, every injury, every bruise, softened the tense muscles and sinews, ignited the hidden flame, to devour doubts and fear. Caressing, he smoothed the spiky locks and the tanned skin to velvet, while Sanosuke shifted, panted, blinked. He was not to take part or kiss, just to relish the delight the wolf gained in making love. No fight, no ambitions, no second thoughts. Well, self-control... a demanding, close to tormenting task at hand... He could get lost in his self-absorbed occupation of this lovely youth, listening to his heartbeat, stealing his breath... But Sanosuke was as virile as he himself used to be. Showering kisses like raindrops he covered the rosy cheeks, whispering, "Do you feel loved, Sano?" Rasping the street-fighter could manage a hasty nod, and, taking all his courage, he dared to embrace the older man, taking his weight on his chest, nuzzling in his neck. "Don't stop, don't ever stop!" He implored huskily, holding tight. The wolf howled lowly, evoking a shudder to run the slender body beneath, taking another 'stroll' around, his hands meandering, stroking the sides, the thighs, the arms, tracing the line of every bone he detected. Sanosuke was nearly sobbing, he could not bear the tension any longer but he did not like to end up... fucking... The former Shinsengumi felt his misery, with a tender smile. »He's so young and pure, to his own standards...« "Do you want me to love you?" He whispered, kissing a strong nape, for he had never been a cruel man. Harsh and demanding, yes, offering no mercy, true. ".. please..." Sanosuke hissed, shifting restlessly. Combing strands out of to the clouded eyes he studied the youngster. "You're wounded. It might be painful." A comforting kiss to the gasping mouth. "'m already 'n pain!" Sanosuke moaned and Saitou carefully touched the throbbing erection. A stifled groan left the youth shivering convulsively. Wiping beads of sweat from Sanosuke's forehead the wolf gently freed himself of the clinging arms, choosing a small towel and a jar, containing balm. He smeared the balm on the cloth, taking the jar with him, kneeling beside the youngster. Sanosuke watched him anxiously. Cautiously the older man wrapped the erection in the towel, the balm and the cloth preserving the raw flesh. "Now, turn around but bend one knee." He whispered, caressing Sanosuke's cheek encouragingly. The street-fighter blinked but obediently changed his position, his right leg bent to keep his abdomen off the mattress while the officer snuggled close to him, his right arm encircling the youngster's waist. It took a while to become as comfortable as before but nestling and teasing caused both men to relax and ease their bodies. Saitou started anew to tenderly kiss and explore the youth, trailing his spine up and down, softly massaging the youngster's flat stomach. When he noticed the sobbing drag of breath, he knew he would not be forsaken if he kept his longing strictly to himself. Kissing the youngster's nape, his breath teasingly ruffling the dark-brown mop of unruly hair, he took some of the balm on his fingertips. Cuddling closer and imitating Sanosuke's pose, he bent his leg, supporting the street-fighter. Smuggling his left hand in between, he caressed the cleft and entered the trembling youth carefully with a fingertip. Sanosuke tensed within seconds. Keeping his position the officer blew soothing kisses, snuggling, rubbing his sturdy chest to the spine. He lost the track of time but finally the youngster could not endure his resistance anymore, relaxing with a sigh. Saitou knew that there was no need to rush. He wanted the street-fighter drowsy and comfortable before proceeding with his task. Leisurely kissing and teasing Sanosuke's neck, growling deep to evoke a series of delighted shivers, he felt the youngster smiling, easing up, oblivious to the caressing of his rectum. As tenderly as possible he changed his fingers for his own erection, moistened by the balm to fit in. With a low gasp the youth noticed his painstakingly slow endeavor, clenching his fists. "Sshhh, Sano, don't..." The wolf whispered hoarsely. Laboriously panting they waited for the next action to come up but Saitou refused to take the initiative. He could just keep his desire down to maintain his current state. Breathing deeply the youngster met the strange but intoxicating experience of being sexually stimulated from within. One movement only to bring him closer... he took another deep draft. Caressing Saitou's right hand which rested on his thigh, he communicated his longing and the older man gave in, initiating a slow rhythm to join their yearning. Accompanying their panting in waves of pleasure, Saitou carefully increased their intensity. His kisses became as desirous as Sanosuke's low moans. Feeling the youngster close to his climax, the wolf finally surrendered to his craving, releasing his yearning to meet the willing flesh beneath. Shivering and gasping both men had to regain their composure, blinking and instinctively snuggling closer. Saitou tried to draw back but Sanosuke grabbed his buttocks fiercely to keep the intimate contact. "Sano..." The officer tickled the youngster fondly. "We cannot rest like this. Let go." "No." The street-fighter growled. »Ah.« Stroking leisurely the trembling chest the wolf soothed the doubts. "You can sleep in my arms if you wish to." He lured. A snort. "You will leave." The youngster accused bitterly. "Yes. In the morning. But until then I am with you." A sigh. Reluctantly the street-fighter gave way for his lover to sink on his back and stretch his limbs. Restraining his lust had been as hard as a battle and the officer felt tired and exhausted but definitely pleased. Just a wink later the youth's body cuddled to him, a face nuzzling his neck while his arms were moved to embrace the youngster tight. "..thanks..." Turning his head to peck a kiss on Sanosuke's forehead Saitou chuckled drowsily. "The pleasure was all mine." ~+~ Distant voices, shuffling, the creaking of hinges and pumps: a new day had begun. The wolf tried to sit up and found the youngster clinging to him like a child, desperately preventing to be left. Leisurely caressing the back of his lover Saitou watched the ceiling. "Sano, you know that I have to go. My duty calls upon me." There was no need to argue or to threat. He could rely on the youngster to be reasonable, after all, Sanosuke knew how to protect his heart. "I lied to you." Sanosuke nuzzled, cuddling with all his might. "I know." Replied the wolf calmly. A startled sound. "But... but why did you... go on?!" Saitou chuckled, rocking the youngster in amusement. "Because your 'lie' was convenient. I could pretend to teach you another lecture." He teased bluntly. The street-fighter shifted and got on his fours, glaring into the amber eyes, winking mischievously at him. "So... you were afraid. Like me.." A stunned look embellished his face. Cupping the blooming cheeks the wolf replied sincerely. "I cannot afford to get lost. Like you." They studied each other for a period through the eyes of lovers. "We could... sort of watch our backs..." Sanosuke hesitantly suggested. "We can like find our way back..." He feigned a broad grin. "Then what about your admirers? Do you think, they would let their precious, innocent friend make out with the evil enforcer of the law?!" The wolf challenged seriously. With a growl Sanosuke fetched his jacket, flashed the imprint, his chocolate-colored eyes glowing. "See this?! That's what I am! I am a mean gangster, I like to brawl and to fight, I enjoy boozing off and gambling! I don't need anyone to choose my friends for me! And besides..." He lowered to steal a kiss. "We're not simply making out, we're making love. Don't confuse the terms, evil enforcer!" Grinning Saitou sat up, cuddling the youngster on his lap to return the kiss with fervor. Finally releasing his lover the youth panted, his cheeks flushed. "Damn it... you did hold back, didn't you?!" The officer smiled maliciously. "Of course." Embracing the older man Sanosuke leaned to his forehead. "I don't want you to. Show me everything. I can take it." Tracing the youngster's lips with his tongue the wolf growled amused. "Easy, roosterhead, we only started. This is not about fighting." Cupping the angular face the street-fighter frowned determinedly. "My mind's made up, wolfie. I want you to know how I feel and if I feel like making you howl with pleasure, I won't back off." "Ah." A lifted brow. "So you want me to howl for you?" "Yeah!" A smug grin illuminated Sanosuke's delighted face. "And if you're a good wolf, maybe I'll crow for you." With a deep, menacing growl Saitou whirled the boasting youngster around to put him on the futon, tickling and kissing and teasing till they were exhausted with laughter. Getting on his knees the officer arranged a blanket over the youth's still trembling body. Rising in his usual grace he went to dress. "Don't you wash?" Another scold, stifled yawn. "Not today." The enforcer of the law smiled, knowing that his young lover would blush. Gathering his sword and cap he went to the door, suddenly stopped by two strong arms capturing his chest. Caressing the ruffled mop on his shoulder, enjoying the hot breath down his spine, he whispered. "Now, come on, Sano. You need a rest. Have a nap and when you wake up, I will be back and feed you...in every aspect." The youngster clung tight. "I will open the door now. Step back, rooster, you're naked." "Don't care." A muffled voice. "Someone could get hurt." The officer chuckled. "Or suffering a stroke. Massive nosebleeding" "They can call the police!" A sly snicker. "True." Saitou patted the arms on his chest with his gloved hand. "Usually we send Chou for such errands." "Uaahhh...." He was released in an instant, a spiteful grimace on the street-fighter's face. Catching the rooster by surprise the wolf kissed him longingly, entangling their tongues to treasure their mingled flavor. "I'll come for you, Sano." Reluctantly letting go the youngster nodded solemnly. "I'll be ready, 'jime." He whispered, flashing a lopsided grin. "'jime?" The evil enforcer of the law frowned but he could not admonish his rooster anymore because the street-fighter leaned to the door-frame, already asleep. Smiling the wolf laid the youngster on the futon, tucked a blanket and kissed farewell. ~+~ Some time after noon Sanosuke's complaining stomach yelled in anger to wake its softly snoring owner. Rubbing the close-to-starving center of his attention the youngster rose, idly looking around to find his friend open-eyed, staring at the ceiling. "Katsu? You're awake?! How do you feel?" Relieved he bent to catch the painter's black glance. Slowly he came into focus... and painstakingly Katsuhiro turned his head away. Losing his merry smile the street-fighter sighed, combing the tinted navy black strands. "I am sorry, Katsu. I failed." He saw the elegant hands clench and instinctively reached out to caress the porcelain skin, stopped by a bitter hiss. "Get.. lost.." Blinking the youth watched his friend in disbelief. He must have been mistaken?! "Get lost!" This time there was no doubt about the painter's yell. Confusedly Sanosuke kept the fists in his hands. "Katsu, I know, you're in pain and I can't do anything about it. But I won't leave you!" Ignoring the stinging ache the painter managed to free his hands and sat up, glaring, his eyes dark with loathe and agony. "I don't want you to stay with me! Get out now!" Sanosuke frowned, slowly withdrawing his hands. "Katsu, what's this all about? You know I won't let you down. We're like brothers..." "I don't want you to be my brother! I never did!" Suddenly the street-fighter was hit by furious blows. The painter even got on his knees to beat his friend who was too perplexed to defend. "I hate you, you coldhearted bastard! You're whoring on my futon next to me! How dare you speak of not letting me down!! You knew how I felt about you and you ignored me! You made me believe you were too young to be my lover!!" With every bitter scream another blow hit home but Sanosuke did not notice the pain. They had mistaken the painter to be too exhausted and poisoned to perceive anything... well, at least, HE had made this mistake. "And you prefer being fucked by that wicked Shinsengumi!! He's your foe, you damn traitor! How could you defile the memory of our taichou?!" Exasperated but panting Katsuhiro had to take a rest, hissing in pain. Getting up the street-fighter went to fetch a bowl and towels to clean the wounds of his friend. "Get away! I rather bleed to death than have you touch me!!" Another yell, flying fists. The youngster grew impatient, encircled his vexed friend and lifted him up, indifferent to blows, kicks and curses. He simply stood, Katsuhiro tightly embracing, waiting the tantrum to run out of vigor. "I am sorry, Katsu." He whispered remorsefully. "I did not intend to hurt you." Finally the painter lost his last resort of strength. Clinging to his friend, he cried in pain and disappointment. Rocking and stroking the trembling back Sanosuke blew sweet kisses on the navy black strands, the temples, every patch of skin he could reach before Katsuhiro drew back. "I love you, Katsu. You're my friend, my only brother. Nothing will change that." Snuggling closer he added. "This is not about the wolf or taichou. I took my chances and I chose Saitou Hajime. So you're right, I am to blame. I want to be his. His alone." Increasing the intensity of their embrace he let out a nervous laughter. "Damn it, Katsu, this is scary! I am in love with the wolf of Mibu..." A shiver ran his skin. "... kiss me..." Blinking the youth forgot about his own uncertainties, brushing off the tears from the pale, exhausted face of the painter. "Kiss me." Katsuhiro repeated, meeting his stunned gaze. Smiling wearily the street-fighter gave in, engaged in a long kiss, carrying his emotions, memories and hopes. When they broke off Katsuhiro blinked tears away, sighing in resignation. "I can't understand why you choose him... but you do. So I lost." Shaking his friend carefully not to hurt but strong enough to make his point, the street-fighter lectured scolding. "Katsu, don't be daft! You're my friend and my brother, how can you ever lose?!" With a low groan the painter gave in. "Alright, I got the message, stop it, you're making me all dizzy! Damn it, Sano, I really hate you when you're right about something!" Sanosuke laughed, cuddling his brother relieved. "Fine, so I don't have to worry. I do not tend to be right about a lot of things! Ne, Oni-chan?" He teased, smiling tenderly. Sensing the lack of strength in his friend's tired legs he lowered the painter carefully on his futon again, to nurse the wounds and clear away trails of tears, sweat and soil. "So... you still want me to leave?" He asked. The fast grip to his wrist was self-explanatory. Nestling close and hugging his friend Sanosuke arranged their blankets, leisurely stroking the bruised skin to comfort Katsuhiro. "I am sorry." He whispered. "Stop pampering, Sano. I am not that frail!" A blow to his side. "But that bitch..." Cursing the street-fighter broke off, hitting his own head. Catching the fist of revenge the painter placed it down his spine to complete the embrace again. "Unlike you I have had experiences. My spirit is strong, I will overcome this." He bit into Sanosuke's chest to keep his brother from swallowing hard. "And if you're not meant to be my lover, I'll have to watch out anew. Maybe someone who cleans his mess, gets his own food and does not pass out in my closet." "Hey, that was only once and it was dark and that stuff I drank was really weird!" The street-fighter gave up, to listen to his friend's chuckle. "I love you, Oni-chan." Sanosuke whispered smiling. "Love you, too, Sano." And within a short time they were both asleep again. ~+~ Entering the sparse house without any sound Saitou inspected the snuggling men, bruised and exhausted but smiling due to their company. He should feel jealous... The wolf chuckled.. Strangely enough, he did not. »I put my faith in this mean little rooster...talking about reason and risk...« He took a seat close to the street-fighter, waiting patiently for the smell of the dinner to wake his lover. Just some instants later he grabbed his sword. Slowly the door slid to the side and the former battousai studied the three men quietly. Sanosuke chose to stir, mumbling and ruffling his hair while sitting up, carefully shifting his friend to the futon. Blinking, he noticed the men challenging each other to explain. "Oi Kenshin, you're back?" Drowsily the street-fighter winked, bending over to kiss the wolf leisurely, flashing a smile. "Missed me?" Then he traced the food, beaming with delight. "Man, thanks! I was close to starving!" Shuffling busily he smiled at Kenshin. "Yo, care to join us? I'll have to wake Katsu and get some water." "You better get your trousers, rooster, I will see to the water." Saitou rose to fetch the buckets as the former battousai bid his farewell, pretending to be late for the doujou's chores. Sanosuke tipped the red-haired sword fighter on his shoulder. "Kenshin, don't just walk away on me. At least say something." Turning around Kenshin ceased his usually cheery attitude, sighing profoundly. "So, you made your mind up. At last." He smiled low. "Although I should have guessed. You did care for each other very deeply." "I am sorry, Kenshin." The youngster started, to be interrupted by a soft kiss. "You do not need to, Sano. I want you to be happy and maybe you will tame the wolf." He snickered with a wicked grin. As his silhouette disappeared in the evening's fog Saitou came to embrace his lover. "You're still smiling, so I guess nobody challenged my place in your heart?" Frowning slightly Sanosuke caressed the strong arms holding tight. "They said we were just meant to be...say, when did you fall for me?" Grunting the officer shuffled but the street-fighter refused to give in, keeping his stand. "Well, if you must know...when you looked at me after I stabbed you." He grumbled. Chuckling Sanosuke turned to smile bewitchingly relieved. "The same as me! Ye gods, that's marvelous! I just thought they might have known better than both of us!" He grinned. "Scary idea." With a deadpan voice the wolf dragged his rooster into the house. "Let's feed your noisy trap and have another lecture!" "Aye aye!" Rushing in Sanosuke sped up. As they entered Katsuhiro sat up, drawing. Shrugging the street-fighter shared their meal and went for a walk with his lover to leave the painter to his work. When they came back, exhausted, flushed and smiling in bliss, their side of the futon bore a sketch: both of them sleeping snuggled together, in the nude, at ease. Subtitle: When evil enforces to meet mean misdemeanor. "Rare kind of humor." Saitou growled briskly, undressing to have a nap. Sanosuke nestled close to him, grinning. "You look gorgeous, 'jime, let's keep it, 'kay?" "Hn. As long as you keep your 'brother' from printing it." He grumbled, glaring at the sleeping form. "He won't. Now, kiss me goodnight..." Sanosuke lured the wolf in another lecture about making love. ~+~ Some weeks later Katsuhiro's vendor was tormented by a bunch of very determined kids who wanted to purchase the latest adventures of the big bad wolf and the mean rooster, beating up some ferrets which had tried to steal the treasure of a walrus with spectacles while a raccoon chased a red squirrel around the forest. Highly recommended lecture. At least till you were grown up to go for the next level. ~+~ The end ~+~ Thanks for enduring kimera ^_~ Notes of production Well, number three to the challenge, still my horrible attempt to attack the English language... but I can't stop right now, one's still to come up ^_^ Thanks to Queen Yokozuna who brought up the idea, besides her own marvelous fan fiction! Now, this is about fucking and making love, a roosterhead with attitude... and it is partly cruel. How come? Well, beauty is likely to be destroyed and defiled. Can't really say, if those women were fox demons or some maniacs... it does not matter. But you better have an evil enforcer of his own law around to hike the shadows.