The walk to the clinic was quiet, but it was a more understanding and contemplative quiet, all those therapist words and shit, between me and Kenshin. Damn, I wanted to grab him and start rubbing off on him or something equally perverted and at the same time refreshing. I would have fucked him right there. Fortunately, I knew better. While Yahiko dashed ahead of us, insisting that we hurry up instead of being slowpokes, I watched Kenshin. I admired the straight, powerful set of his jaw, the light smile that curved his sexy pink lips. His straight nose, his eyes with their beautiful purple color and long eyelashes that would have put most girls around to shame. The little arch of his brows, showing his contentment. The bright red bangs falling across his face, loose from his low ponytail, and the resplendent light that seemed to come off his perfect skin. Oh, fuck, oh, shit, I was probably going to kiss him - every last inch of his obviously desirable body - if I didn't cut it out. So cut it out I did, and focus on the kid and on walking. His pace was easy, not slow, but he wasn't in a rush, either. Just right, a nice pace, even if Yahiko was bugging the shit out of me with all his complaints. I started to ignore him again and itched to slide a hand inside Kenshin’s gi and caress his pale, pale skin, maybe play with his nipples a little before I felt his stomach. I'd undeniably ogled all of it before, at least what his gi allowed me to, and the wiry muscle there, the hard definition of his chest and stomach, made me dizzy. Miserably enough, it gave me a hard-on the size of God-knows-what, and a fucking persistent one. The kind that wouldn't disappear even after I squeezed my crotch, jacked off, you name it. I tried everything, yeah. None of it worked. Walking around for so long with an almost constant hard-on was enough to drive anyone crazy. I was going to do something about it soon, I resolved. As soon as I knew that Kenshin was okay with it and wasn't into Jou-chan or anything horrible like that.

The clinic was on a nicer street, in a clearly better neighborhood than mine, even though people with no money can go there and get taken care of. I know, because I've done it enough times before. Megumi greeted us with an eerily calm smile when we knocked. She looked like she always did, except that the kitsune smile was all the more freaky. After Yahiko was inside and off with Ayame and Suzume, Megumi's smile broadened. She winked at me and licked her lips suggestively. Oh, so that’s how it was? Well, nice try, kitsune lady, but you’re not my type, even if you are hot sometimes. Besides, I liked Kenshin. No way was Megumi going to distract me. All of that went through my head and I pressed a little closer to Kenshin, uncomfortable at the idea of staying much longer. My hands at my sides clenched and I shoved them into my pockets quickly, for lack of anything better to do with them, like grab Kenshin and kiss him silly right there. I caught the apprehension building in Megumi's eyes and it was damn lucky we said our goodbyes fast. She was picking up the "I love Kenshin" vibes from me. It only made sense, I guess. Most people who saw us on the street assumed we were "more than friends" and totally fucking adorable. Worse, they weren't afraid to tell us. Hell, some of the girls at the shops and even Tae at the Akabeko told me that it was so lovely how well Kenshin and I got along and what cute friends we were and how great it was we were so close. Psh! I didn’t need their opinions or their approval. But it was kind of cool that they weren't making fun of me or selling any rumors to any of my enemies. Not that I have that many, but hey, when you used to make a living by beating the shit out of people, you can't avoid some unwanted attention here and there.

Fifteen agonizing minutes later, we were back at the dojo, sitting down stiffly. At least, I was stiff. My back ached, my muscles ached, my neck stung. My hands were clenched just thinking about being hit on by the scary doctor lady, and even more because Kenshin was right beside me and I had a feeling he knew more than his cheerful expression let on. I tried cracking my neck, but all that I got was a sickening noise and more pain than the effort was worth in the first place. I wasn't even paying attention to the fact that Kenshin had moved until he was seating himself behind me. He knelt with me between his legs and his strong hands with their worn down calluses found their way to my shoulders. I gotta tell you, the man is talented. I moaned like a fucking whore and I had to make sure I wasn't rubbing back against him. "Sano, you are going to have to take off your jacket, if you want me to really help you, de gozaru yo," he murmured.

I moaned again and like some kind of stupid sex-starved zombie, I jerked my jacket off my arms and shoved it aside. If he was propositioning me, it was working like a charm. His hands were on my bare skin now, hard but not rough. Caring, really, and gently working out every kink in my back. My body reacted the only way it knew how, and I surprised even myself with the volume of my next moan. Shit. I was being too responsive. He was bound to figure it out. He was bound to see what I was thinking about him. Kenshin was no idiotic girl, giggling over silly rumors. He had more tangible things to go on. With his talent, he could get anything from me and I wouldn't know till he said something. I choked on another, even louder whimpering moan. His hands found their way down my back, lower, lower, then they were right above my ass. I was gasping and moaning worse than a whore now. Fuck, I was going to cream in my own damn pants if this went on much longer. My jaw dropped open and I hoped to Kami-sama my tongue wasn't lolling out as much as it wanted to. I shifted my weight back and then...

Oh.

My.

Fucking.

God.

Kenshin was hard. I know he was, because something that fucking hot and close just can't be ignored. He was pressed up against the small of my back now, and I gasped at the simple sensation of his dick rubbing against me oh so lightly. What the hell was going on here? Was he getting off on touching me, like I wanted him to be, or was he getting off on thinking of me as someone else? Logical thought wasn't long in staying with a hard-on like you wouldn't believe pressing insistently against my back and with my own cock trying as desperately as possible to escape my constricting pants. Ow, it was really starting to hurt. "Better, de gozaru ka?" he whispered in my ear, his lips touching the skin. His breath was hot, thick with something I couldn't put my finger on.

I let out another whorish moan in response. I turned it into a breathy, "Uh-huh."

He stood up abruptly, as if he'd just realized what he was doing, and I stood up with him, confused. I noticed then just how small he was in comparison to me. His head only just reached my shoulders. I thought I was into girls forever, and here I was, face to face - well, as close to face to face as we could be without sucking face - with a guy whom I could easily towered over and whose dick had been against my back seconds before. A guy who turned me on more than any dumb girl had or ever would. He didn't say anything, only looked at me. And then he was on me.

His hands pulled my face down and his mouth devoured mine, kissing me frantically, moving his soft lips so that mine parted and let in his talented tongue. He didn’t just kiss me, he ate me, drawing my tongue out to war with his, a battle that I sure as hell couldn't win. Sure enough, I lost, but the taste of him entranced me: green tea and something else, something sweet. I kissed back as best I could after having my mind blown away so completely. He moved me back, pinned me to a wall, kept his tongue busy stroking mine, exploring every last little millimeter of space in my mouth. His cock was against my leg, thrusting against me, the only thing between his burning hot skin and mine being my thin pants, his hakama and whatever he wore underneath it. I moaned into the kiss, my arms finding their way up to wrap around his thin body loosely. I gained enough control over my lust-ridden body to pull us closer and increase the friction against both our straining cocks.

My hands cupped his ass and lifted him up so that he had to wrap his legs around my waist to keep his balance there. He groped me while we kissed, making me try to cry out into his mouth. The sound was muffled, but my hips succeeded in bucking up against his ass. He growled - yes, he made that feral, animalistic, really hot and sexual sound in his throat - and started to thrust his hips back at me, full power. I wanted to scream from the pleasure of it but I was out of air. Noticing this, he broke the kiss. I took in a gasp of air and then he was on me again in another searing, ultimately perfect and mind-blowing kiss. I rubbed against him, starting to hump at him like a dog in heat. What kind of whore was I turning into? I didn't care. I was too drunk on pleasure to care. My hedonistic, painfully horny brain was numb. I'd lost control. Kenshin’s hands gripped my shoulders and pulled me against him, increasing the friction against both of our cocks, though his was pressed against my stomach and mine was against his cute little ass. He moved his lips away, kissing lightly across my cheek to my ear. He drew my earlobe into his mouth, bit down lightly, and then sucked on it. I squirmed under the pretense of getting comfortable, rubbing my hard dick against his ass. Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh, shit! His tongue was tracing my ear now, his teeth finding the skin behind it before he started to lick gently again.

My mouth was open and ready for the taking when he kissed me again. His mouth slanted over mine in pure carnal ferocity, even purer lust, if that was possible. This was probably the most unrestrained I had ever seen him, except the time I watched him fight Saitou as Battousai. I wondered for a minute if he was going to go Battousai on me. He would have gone on kissing me if I hadn’t torn my lips away, forcing his lips to fall against my hot cheek, the thought plaguing my mind too much to keep up for the moment. His lust-darkened eyes, luckily not gold - yet - looked upwards at me questioningly. "Kenshin, holy shit," I panted. "I never knew -"

He grinned and kissed me chastely, being gentle to my swollen lips. "Now you do," he said quietly, sensually. His arms around his neck loosened a little and I slid him down, releasing his ass from my hands. He reached the ground and the next thing I knew, he was shoving me to it, bearing down upon me while I was sprawled defenseless on the floor beneath him. He looked scary, but unbelievably sexy leaning over me like that. We were silent for a second, watching each other, him letting me catch my breath again. Then I lifted him up easily, like he was no heavier than a little kid, which he really wasn't, and I put him in my lap so that he was facing me and his legs trailed off behind my back. He squirmed, pressing his ass against my dick and making me groan aloud despite my halfassed efforts to shut up.

His mouth was on my neck, sucking lightly on the skin, then biting, then sucking again. He was giving me one motherfucking hell of a hickey. He gave me another one, and another, as his kissing continued. I was overloaded even then, but it was impossible to imagine feeling better until his hand crept up to squeeze my nipple between his long fingers. I shrieked - literally shrieked, yeah - and tipped my head back farther to expose my throat. He kissed me there and I shrieked again as, at that precise, same moment, his fingers squeezed my other nipple. "How...?" I began, my speech broken. I forgot to finish the sentence. He obliviated everything else from my mind but his lips on my neck and his fingers against my hardening nipples. I was shamelessly gasping and moaning and my whole body felt alive and burning hot.

I got my mind back and lifted him again. I stood up, carrying him with his legs wrapped around my waist and his arms around my neck, into his room. I'd never really been here before, probably because I was sure Jou-chan would pitch a hissy or he'd figure out that I was after him. Screw keeping it a secret. There wasn't much time to look at his room. It wasn't too important anyway. I set him down gently and he went to get out his futon. He got it ready quickly, doing a neat job even in such a hurry. He pushed me down on it and dropped so that he was, once again, leaning over me. I felt suddenly very small, no matter how much taller I was than him. And then his tongue flicked out against my nipple. I cried out, unable to control myself or my voice any longer. He closed his lips around that tiny bud of flesh and sucked hard. I was too involved with the unfamiliar, but wonderful, sensations to notice that he was untying my pants until it was too late. They were over my hips soon enough, then tossed aside easily, uncaringly. After them, he unwrapped and tore at the bandages wrapped over my body. He finally tore them off what seemed like ages and ages later. I was completely naked in front of him. He grinned and licked his lips. "Pretty," he murmured, reassuring me a little. Then I thought of something.

"Hey!" I protested. "I'm not like a fucking girl!"

He licked my other nipple slowly. "No, you are not, de gozaren," he agreed. "But you are very beautiful, Sano." With that, he began to suck my nipple, tugging with his teeth now and then while I moaned and threw back my head and urged him loudly to go on, keep doing that, never stop. Soon enough, I felt his hand sliding down my stomach to my thigh, and then I felt his long, powerful fingers wrapping around my cock. He sat back and watched my reaction with a hungry smile on his face. He stroked slowly up my aching shaft, using my precum to make the job easier. His little pale hand was cooler than the burning, incredibly hot and dark red flesh of my cock, providing relief that I had never been able to give myself. His hand tightened a little and he kept stroking, stroking, until finally, when I was sure I was about to come, he took it away. I was in utter pain.

"Ken...shin, pleeease," I whimpered, like a bitch in heat. My whining got a little louder, as much as it embarrasses me to say so. He bent over, kissed me hard and searing, sucking on my lower lip hard, then licking at it gently. I'd never imagined that something so simple could be so pleasurable. It was. Especially since this was Kenshin we're talking about, and he could probably make me cream in my pants just by talking to me. "Oh, God, please do it!" I slid my eyes shut, humiliated by my display of obvious virginity and stupidity. I was sure he was laughing at me now. His lips left my face.

And I found them next wrapped around my cock.

I shrieked louder than ever and refrained from thrusting up. I was so horny that I might have fucked his mouth if he let me, but he held my hips down. He enveloped my entire dick in one swallow, taking me into his throat. Then he slid his tongue up from base to tip of my cock, down again, tracing slow patterns. I kept shrieking, and, all of a sudden, he released my hips. That was all the cue I needed. I fucked his mouth hard, moaning, finally looking down to find him diligently riding me with his skilled mouth. He took every thrust in stride, planned for it. I watched him swallow my precum. I watched him as he gave my cock two quick bites, then raked his teeth over the sensitive skin down there.

I came harder than I'd ever come in my life. Lights, flashes of color, spots of darkness, all of that clichéd crap danced in front of my eyes, clouding my vision. I grabbed his long hair and allowed myself to literally wail, my eyes clenched shut. I felt him swallow my cum. He didn't leave a drop, didn't let any slide out of his mouth. He came off my dick licking his lips, like he'd just finished eating something particularly delicious. "You are too beautiful," he told me, tracing my lips with his fingers.

Kenshin stood up, leaving me there, confused and still craving - more like needing - his touch. He went over to his closet and dug around for a minute. I couldn't see what he was looking for until he came back with a small bottle in his hand. That wasn't what I was worried about; I knew it was lube of some kind and that without it, this would be a hell of a rough night. No, I was more involved in gaping as he undressed. He untied his loose gi and peeled it away, tossing it over to join my pants. It was my turn to lick my lips. He was everything I'd ever dreamed he would be, and, stupid as it sounds, a whole lot more than just that. I'd had fantasies about his body for months now, since we first met. He was white and smooth, and every inch of him was slim muscle. I finally was going to see him, all of him. He dropped his hakama at the same time he dropped the loincloth beneath.

I jumped in astonished fear and let out a cry.

For such a small man, Kenshin sure gave me an eyeful. His erection was huge, scarily big on his skinny body, arching gracefully away from his narrow, hard thighs. "There is nothing to be afraid of, Sano," he whispered, rejoining me on the futon. He held up the small bottle again, waving it a little. "I would never do anything to hurt you. I want you to enjoy this." He gave me a little feral grin. If it wasn't for his reassuring voice, I would have been creeped out by that unusual gesture.

He knelt down between my spread legs and opened the bottle in his hand. He poured some of its contents - oil, as I observed - over his fingers. Satisfied, he used his other hand to lift my hips to the proper angle. "Do you trust me, de gozaru ka?"

"Y-yeah."

"Relax, my love," he instructed me. The endearment didn't go without notice. I smiled, savoring the sound of his sexy voice calling me such a sweet thing. I'd never believed it would happen. But hey, we all get our miracles. This was mine. Girly as it sounds.

The first finger inside me made me buck wantonly. I felt so full already, stuffed really. "Are you all right, de gozaru ka?" he asked. He pushed the finger inside farther, stroking the walls inside me softly, almost experimentally. I nodded. He felt my affirmation and in came the second finger. I felt tears leak from my eyes. I wasn’t going to be able to take his cock at this rate, if I was already crying over two of his fingers. He started to speak again in concern. I barely heard his words over the pain echoing through my mind. "Sano, are you sure?" I nodded again, more frantically. "All right." Then came the third finger, slicker than the other two, and he pushed all three inside me at the same time. I bit my lip to keep from crying out aloud in pain. It ached, it burned, I was being stretched to the limit. He knew something was wrong. "You do not have to do this, de gozaren," he told me. "I do not want to hurt you." He was going to pull his fingers out of me! I stopped him, reaching down and seizing his hand.

"Not yet," I breathed. "Try it. You've gotta, Kenshin."

He nodded reluctantly, strong gaze on mine. He covered his weirdly gigantic dick with oil and took my hips in his hands. Then he thrust into me. I cried out as he buried himself in my body, barely registering his rumbling groan. I was too goddamn tight, I knew right then. I wanted him more than anything else I'd ever wanted in the world in my entire life. But his cock was tearing me open. I saw a thin trail of blood escaping me and running onto his skin. He hadn't meant to do it. He couldn't help it. But it made me cry. The tears spilled from my eyes and the scream burst from my throat again. Fuck, fuck, FUCK! I was acting like some little virgin girl. He pulled out of me immediately. "We cannot do this, de gozaru yo," he muttered soothingly. "You are not ready. I am sorry, Sano."

"No you don't!" I protested. "Try again."

There was a long pause. He studied me, not moving his eyes once. I knew without asking or even feeling it that he was probably poring through my thoughts in that supernatural way of his, trying to understand what was happening. He smiled and said, "You are so sweet." I almost melted, hearing that. Normally it would bug me, from anyone else. Normally it would've pissed me off, the girly context of it. But Kenshin complimenting me, meaning it in a sexual way... Oh, God, it did things to me I'd never imagined. "All right. We can try only one more time, de gozaru yo. If it hurts you too much, we are going to stop."

I grinned at him. "Fuck, thanks Kenshin. I love you, you know."

He beamed at me, eyes hooded and dark. Looking away, he got more oil on his fingers and pressed the first one inside me again. I moaned and arched my back a little more when he hit something inside me. I think they call it your prostate or something. Yeah, that's it. He just barely brushed it, but damn, it was enough to make me see stars. I was still arched when he put in the second finger. I moaned louder. He was brushing his long fingers against my prostate again. Damn, oh, damn, if he kept up like this, I was going to come, and fast. "Does that hurt, de gozaru ka?" he questioned. I could barely speak, my voice restricted to moans and gasps, so I nodded excitedly. I wanted this so much. I wanted him. "Stay relaxed." His third finger pressed into me and I bucked back against the touch. I moaned, louder than any of the previous times, and I grabbed at his long hair. I tugged on it hungrily, found the hair tie that bound it, and freed it. Fire bright hair cascaded everywhere, over him, over me, as good as I imagined it in all my wet dreams. He smiled and arched an eyebrow, but he said nothing about it.

"In me...now, in me," I breathed.

He lifted my legs so they fell over his shoulders. Slowly, painfully slowly, he drove his cock into me. I moaned and threw my head back, my hands grabbing fists of his futon and scrabbling at it, trying to get a good grip. Moving a little faster, he got in me all the way to the base. I felt his balls against me, so bizarrely big like the rest of him, and so strangely heavy. It hurt like nothing I'd ever felt, since most of the time I got punched rather than fucked. Virgin as I was, at least with men, my ass was sore beyond reason. I whimpered a little. Kenshin brushed my hair out of my face. Fuck, so much for my bandana. My hair had escaped, like his, except it fell across my eyes and obscured my vision of him. My eyes were clenched shut and I whined loudly when he pulled his cock out of me. I wasn't empty for long. I opened my eyes, thinking to protest, and at the same time he thrust back into me. I screamed for all the pleasure of it and I heard him groan. He wasn't so slow to do it anymore. The next thrusts were fast, hard, deep. Really deep.

I'd never dreamed sex with other guys could be this good. Being inside a woman wasn't this good, not by a long shot. Nothing could compare to this but being torn apart by a god, by light, by heat and power, before being pieced back together. And experiencing the same thing again, and again, and again, continuously, in a cycle of my screams and his groans and hard thrusts. He pinioned me on his cock like I had dreamed he would so long ago, when we first met. I reacted more than I'd thought possible. My head was thrown back and my legs tightened their hold around his neck. His hand found its way down to my erection and he stroked me slowly, then began to jack me off a little faster. But it still ached, still stung every time he shoved into me. There was a little blood on his dick as I forced my eyes open and looked down in fascination and curiosity. "This won't work," I moaned, "You're too big."

"It will work, de gozaru," he lulled.

I believed him.

Kenshin thrust again, harder, unable to contain himself any longer. His hand on my cock worked faster, his cock inside me shoving hard, faster and faster, so deep I was sure he would rip me in half and shatter me into tiny broken pieces. I screamed, my voice going hoarse, and I came. The second after my climax brought my scream to a deeper, rumbling sound, his brought him to a loud, carnal groan, which turned into a high wail. My heels knocked together behind his head and my come poured up between us, covering my stomach and his hand on me. His cum was deep, deep inside me, hot and sweet and good against those inner walls of my ass. I pulled my legs from over his shoulders, he pulled his dick out of me, and he collapsed with his head against my chest. We were both panting and I felt my hands tangle their way into his thick hair.

"I love you," he said, gripping my shoulders gently.

"Aw, shit, Kenshin."

"No, really, Sano, I do." He turned his head up to me, beautiful wide violet eyes honest.

It shocked me, that look. If I wasn't already on my back, I woulda been floored, literally. Those eyes looking at me were enough to drown in. Yeah, yeah, I know I'm being hokey and nobody wants to hear my little girlish ranting over Kenshin. I know I'm acting like Jou-chan. Shit... Jou-chan! "Kenshin, I thought you loved -"

He shook his head a little. He laughed softly and said, "It isn't like that with Kaoru-dono, de gozaren."

I grabbed him and kissed him, hard, soul-searching. He kissed back equally passionately, our lips working together in perfect sync. When we parted, I said, "Damn, Kenshin, if you keep kissing me like that, I'm never gonna leave this fuckin' futon."

"I don't mind, de gozaru. As long as no one walks in on us."

I offered him a crooked, lecherous grin. "Good thing Jou-chan's in Kyoto."