::snicker:: this isn't relaly how i wanted it to turn out.  

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Game

By Genrou

Kenshin/Sanosuke

Sanosuke panted, sweat dripping down his face, cheeks flushed with heat
and exertion. His chest heaved with effort, trying to get air down his
starved lungs.  His eyes blurred with exhaustion, his arms and legs
burning from strain.  He flexed his hands, clenching them into tight fists
as he stared hard into cool violet eyes.  Eyes that gauged every reaction,
every movement, every breath, every gasp.  

Kenshin watched him impassively, his face a mask of iron control, trying
to calm his own breathing.  He looked deeply into Sanosuke's narrowed
brown eyes, warm brown eyes that looked for any weakness, any breach of
control. Kenshin wasn't about to give in, wasn't about to leave any
openings.  They had been at it for hours, and Sanosuke refused to stop
despite his exhaustion.  Kenshin's mouth stretched into a humorless
grimace, and pushing back his own tiredness, called upon years of patience
and stamina, then dove with a swift stabbing motion towards Sano.  He
frowned at the sight of Sano's wince of pain at contact.

Sanosuke felt the penetrating ache that reverberated up and down his body.
He  growled, reached up to clutch Kenshin's sweat soaked clothing and took
the redhead completely by surprise.  With a grunt of effort, Sanosuke
pulled Kenshin close, their bodies slamming hard against each other, skin
against skin, damp cloth sticking uncomfortably close. Kenshin's hand
moved between their bodies to grab at Sanosuke's wrist.

"Let go Sanosuke"  Kenshin commanded, his voice quiet, his body motionless
against Sanosuke's hard length.  

Kenshin could feel Sanosuke's erratic heartbeat, the shallow panting
breaths that stirred the hair against his temples.  But this was not the
way, and Sanosuke knew it.

With a last convulsive clutch at him, Sanosuke obeyed with a snarl of
disgust.  Kenshin was the leader, and he had to follow the rules.  He
slowly slid his hand down and felt Kenshin warily let go of his wrist.
Sano took a reluctant step back, letting the cooling breeze run over his
overheated body.  He took a deep breath and tried hard to relax.

"Good. I told you that if you wanted this, you would have to follow my
rules." Kenshin's narrow eyed violet glare burned a hole into Sano's
skull. "Follow what I say, and we will continue with this lesson."

Sanosuke bowed his dark head in assent, eyes flicking from Kenshin's face
down to his torso that gleamed with the sheen of perspiration.  Sano
derived a perverse pleasure at hte sight of Kenshin's fatigue, the gasping
breaths that stirred the flame colored hair which fell over his delicate
face. * Kenshin was human after all.*  But he was so caught up with this
thought that he never noticed Kenshin move.

With a low growl, Kenshin threw himself towards Sanosuke, his small frame
a whirlwind of motion , his hair a streaming banner of fire and light.
Sanosuke fell on his back, all thoughts centered on getting breath back
within his body.

Kenshin stood over him, the low light of the afternoon silhouetting his
body, his hair aflame.  He smiled at the prone body beneath him.

"You lost."

Sanosuke took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and gritted his teeth.  He
lost.  Again.  

"You should've been paying attention to me, not to whatever you were
thinking about."  Kenshin folded his arms over his chest, imitating the
pose of a scolding teacher lecturing a recalcitrant student.

"....Kenshin..."

"Oro..?"  Kenshin was still standing over him, head tilted to the side,
katana sheathed over his left hip.  

"You should be paying attention to me rather than standing there
smirking."

With a near invisible movement, Sano swept Kenshin's feet from under him,
and the redhead fell on his behind with a humiliatingly loud thud and an
undignified yell of pain.  

Sanosuke snickered, and with a smug voice, declared, "Tag.  You're it."  

Kenshin just groaned.  

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heh heh heh.  it's a short but stoopid fic.  it was meant to be this
fabulous scene where they are sparring and it becomes a dance of sex,and
lots of allusions about swords and sheaths, sweat and and flesh....  

......but it didn't work out that way.  ::snicker::

Lorelei  --
  ^_~