There you are.

At long frigging last, I see him.

So I call out over the crowd: "Oi, Rooster-head!" He turns, halts, gives me a Hey there! nod.

Yeah, we're like buddies and shit now. 'Smatter o'fact, we've been chummy the past six days since I hit town.

Heh, no, I can't believe it either.

Anyways, I wrestle my way through the dense sea of human roadblock, my eyes stuck on the sickeningly handsome grin on his face. I fight the urge to plaster my own face smack to it.

So I reach him, and he says: "How's it goin', Stud?"

I swear, on the grave of the last man who'd made fun of my hair, that I heard Stud. Stud, goddamnit. Not Broom-head.

Uh.

So I was saying...

I look him dead in the eye, and what frigging beauty I behold against the pink rays of sunset makes me want to yell in his revoltingly pretty face: 'How the hell can you look at me like that and not see my frigging pain, goddamnit?! Where the hell've ya been, anywayz?! I got no goddamn work done the whole day just looking goddamn Tokyo all over for ya! Hey guess what, big news! -- I just got my frigging orders to return to Kyoto tomorrow! Man do ya know how much that frigging sucks?! Do ya know how much I'd like to shove my boss' bamboo face up 'is ass?! Do ya even know how frigging good ya smell right now, ya moron?!'

But since I'm trained at holding back emotions and not too crazy anyway, nothing like that comes out when I finally open my mouth: "Com'ere, there's sumthin' I need to show ya." And I zip past him and motion for him to follow, my bare right shoulder brushing against his left shoulder without my intent.

At the contact, I feel the instant urge to squeeze my crotch. But I stop my hand from grabbing myself the last second and I squeeze my right earlobe instead. If only for the sake of decency. Or some crap like that.

From behind me, he says: "What's it you gotta show me?"

I glance over my shoulder to say: "Ya'll like it, ya'll see," plus I toss him a smile that I hope in hell looks as warm and as gentle and as reassuring as Himura Battousai's own smile. This makes me want to be sick and puke in disgust, of course, but I'll be fucked if he takes the first hint I've got something evil cooked up.

...Well, not evil, exactly, but it could be where he comes from, I dunno.

"Where're we going, anyway?"

Hah. Good question.

"Uh, right over there." I scramble to point at the first secluded spot I can find, which happens to be an alley dead opposite where we're heading. Oops.

But before he can say another word and start to ruin my plan or lack of one, I veer myself straight towards the alley.

Then I sneak a look back over my shoulder.

Heh, seems like he's still on my heels. Good boy.

Good hot, hot boy.

So I squeeze my earlobe again.

With each agonizing step I take I feel my frigging hard-on growing stiffer and heavier to bear, like it'd frigging happen all this past week I was around that kid -- yeah, that kid that never in my wakeful hours I'd imagined I'd desire this much.

If I'd known all along it would come to this, then I sure'd have turned him down and Battousai when they approached to help on this latest case, or, heck, chucked the goddamn assignment in the first place even at the risk of my superiors giving me hell.

Hell? Bullshit, that don't even come close to what I'm going through right now! I mean, walking here with something enormous that won't stay put between my thighs, plus keeping my hands away from myself -- not to mention from that abominably attractive boy just behind me -- all in the interest of propriety or some crap like that, man, this is frigging far worse than hell alright.

By the time we get to the alley, I feel like I've turned one full generation older.

Anyways, so I lead him further down the narrow lane, stopping only when I'm dead sure the coast is clear.

After a flitting silence, I hear the kid say: "Where is it, then?" Damn. That raspy impatience in his voice just all the more heightens my own restlessness.

So as my reply, I spin on my heels and slam his back to the wall behind him.

The move takes him completely by surprise, just my intention, heh. I take full advantage of this and pin him with my hands holding his wrists down to the wall. Leaning myself forward, I close my eyes over his wide-open pair as I steal a kiss that I intend to be as long and as heated as I'd been aching.

I part my mouth, trapping his lips between my lips.

Damn.

He couldn't possibly've been born with lips this frigging soft! I lick them. And this frigging sweet! I chew on them. And this frigging supple!

Damn oh damn. I can practically suck the boy's face dry at this rate.

Just when I think I'd bitten the dust and flown to heaven, all of a goddamn sudden I feel like some cruel dickhead's dragged me straight down to the roasting fires of hell. I find myself doubled over, my fisted hands pressing hard against my groin in an attempt to quell just one single thing: PAIN. Big, mind-blowing, galaxy-upsetting pain, man. The kind that makes me swallow my scream in labor and shows me the world as black as the ace of spades even with my eyes now sea-wide open.

'What...the...fuck?! Did this shitty punk just fucking knee me in the groin?!'

Apparently. Yeah.

Then his voice shrills in my ears. "What the hell d'you fucking take me for, a girl?!"

Okay, so I'm trying to breathe properly through my mouth, and I slowly raise my furious eyes to yell back at him something totally profane and wrathful. But I never do, 'cause I'm stopped dead by what I see before me. I force myself to straighten up, until I'm face to face with him again.

Well, heh. What have we here.

He says: "What the hell're you grinning for, you stupid jerk?!"

I give my grin access to spread wider while I point out: "Ye're all red in the face, ya know."

Naturally, the boy gnashes his teeth like he's mad as hell, only he doesn't know his face is reddening seven shades darker.

Kawaii, really, this dopey kid.

Anyhow, looking at him blush like this, like he's more embarrassed than anything that he'd just been kissed by a guy, I don't mind the pain in my groin anymore. At least not too much, anyway. It still hurts like hell.

Anyways, I lean back against the wall behind me for support. I'm probably still wincing a little, and I see him watching me silently, with this little look on his deplorably cute face that tells me he's feeling sort of sorry now for being a little dick.

He proves me right by saying -- with a good-looking frown to top it: "Sorry I kneed ya, but you took me by surprise." He puts his hands in place behind him and looks down. I can see him doing something real seductive with his lips, like nipping persistently on them, maybe. Damn him.

In my distraction, I spit out some crap in response: "I know. I guess I shouldn't've done that." 'Course, not if I had known he was going to frigging knee me in the groin, that is.

"What's it you want from me, Cho?"

Wha?

It's not exactly the suddenness or the graveness of his question that surprised me.

Hell. He just called me by my name.

Heh. Good ol' faith reborn, I takes it it's okay to kiss him again.

So I immediately spring away from the wall and charge forward to seize another kiss from him. Good thing this time, he refrains from giving me another knee to the groin... and what do you know, he even tries to move his frigging kissable lips against my own!

Yatta!

Yeah, sure, but before I can practically kick up my heels he spoils my fun and pushes me away, and the next thing I know he's all frigging scarlet in the face again. It's adorable as shit, actually, but I ain't really interested in this kind of adorable shit right now, shit! I just wish he'd stop acting like some coy virgin already and let me kiss him all I...

Wait a frigging minute.

Hell. Maybe this boy is still a frigging virgin after all.

I have to crank up my ear sensors to hear him say: "I-I don't know about this, man."

Then I watch him bite the lower edge of his lip. Much as it tempts me to try something dirty, I have to confirm my suspicion one way or another, so I say: "Ya've never been kissed b'fore, have ya?" The silence he offers is all the answer I need. And I'm like: "No shit." In all his twenty years?

Though it don't really come as a shock to me, somehow, I'm still having a little trouble believing no one had ever tried to suck face with this offendingly enticing kid before.

"How could you not have any experience in kissing at all?"

He only shrugs. "I dunno."

Hell. The boy's as clueless as a peach.

It's no frigging wonder now. I don't have to guess he's never slept with anyone, too.

Well...heh, I'm frankly no expert at virgins and all that pure innocent shit, but that don't mean I can't handle this, uh-uh -- so Sagara Sanosuke, leave it to good ol' skilled and experienced Katana Gari me to --

Bah, enough dilly-dallying, fool, just get to the frigging point already!

So I put on my best solemn face and say: "Listen, man. I'm 'bout ta go back to Kyoto tomorrow, and --"

"Already?"

"Yeah. Case's over so there's nothin' more for me here. Anywayz what I'm sayin's, I'd like it if I spent my last night here with ya."

"Why?"

Unbelievable. 'Ya big baka! Can't ya see how frigging much I wanna bang ya?!' is what I'm shrieking in the deep carnal recesses of my mind, but I know I'm supposed to go delicate on this matter so I say something crappy but harmless, like: "Maybe we could have a drink or sumthin'." I flash him this massive grin, making sure it doesn't make me look like I'm dying for us to fuck like animals.

Fortunately he ain't got the slightest clue. "I know a good bar around here."

"Forget the bar! Whaddya say we just get us a jug and drink in yer place?"

"My apartment?"

"Yeah." His place sucks maggots, actually, but I'll be fucked if I bring him to our quarters. Place is crawling with the lewdest cops.

He wastes our valuable time by choosing not to say yes outright and thinking my offer over. Then after a few millenniums, thank Buddha, he finally nods: "Sure."

Yosh!

I surge forward to kiss him again. Or at least I was going to, before I hear some frigging old bitch passing by squeal out in shock at us.

Women. Wish they had balls just so I could kick 'em.

+

So me and the pukably gorgeous kid are lugging our sake, one jug for each of us, and we're taking the shortest route to his sad excuse of an apartment.

We're almost there. I can just picture myself now grinning like a randy old maniac. I can talk him into walking a little faster, but I take my own sweet time, because I'm patient as shit and these kinds of things don't need to be rushed, besides.

And, yeah...it really is kinda hard to speed up with your pants gathered tight 'round your crotch...

So we're just about a couple paces to his apartment when he says: "Hey, someone's inside?"

I see light burning inside the little room alright.

He wonders out loud, I to myself: "Who could that be?"

Whoever's in there, I hope it's not his mother or anything.

Uh, not that I know the first thing about her.

Anyways.

The kid puts a period to our curiosity, opening the door to his shack. Inside the scruffy room we see this guy in girly long, black hair and shabby green and tangerine clothes. It takes me some three seconds to flog my memory and link his face to the name Tsukioka. He's the artist guy who runs this little government-bashing paper on the side. I heard he'd once tried to bomb The Ministry of Internal Affairs building. Gutsy.

He's also supposed to be a childhood friend of the kid's or something.

Fuck.

Somebody better not tell me this asshole's gonna ruin my night.

"Katsu, what're you doing here?"

So the asshole speaks up: "Hi, Sano," gives the boy an exaggeration of a friendly smile, and me, a dirty look. Provoked, of course, I return the look with passion. "I was just thinking you might want to have some sake with me." And he pets the jug beside him like it was some purring kitty or shit.

Yeah right, asshole. I'm pretty sure that's why you're sitting on that futon right now. Oh, I'm pretty sure you weren't planning on getting the boy all tipsy and canoodling with him and taking his precious virginity tonight. The jerk. Of all the nights he decides on corrupting his tasty dish of a friend, he picks this night. Beat it, asshole, this is my night. You can have him all you want, anytime you want, after I give him what he needs.

Huh, not that he'd wanna sleep with anyone but me by that time, anyway. Heh.

My boy's being polite. "Cho and I were just gonna have a drink, ourselves. He's heading back to Kyoto tomorrow."

"Oh? Well I'm leaving for Kobe tomorrow, too."

"Why?"

"I've got a commission to finish. I'll be there for a month."

"Whoa, that long?"

"Yeah, and since we won't be seeing each other for that long I figured I'd spend this night with you. You know, since we're best friends?"

Best friends my ass, jerk.

Then my boy says something fucktastically stupid it makes me want to smack him hard upside the butt: "Hey, maybe we all can drink together, y'know, we got enough sake to last us anyway."

The hell?!

But I'm supposed ta have ya all for maself tonight, ya rooster punk!

Before I can mount a screaming protest, I receive this puny, challenging glare from his jerk of a friend, who declares: "Fine by me."

Hah.

I'm spending my last night here with the kid no matter what, and if I have to do it with that asshole Tsukioka around then I really got no choice but to agree at this point. So I snarl: "You're on, pal."

"Cool." Then the boy gives me two hearty slaps on the back.

If this were the kid I'd met back in that Kyoto jail a year ago, I'd have hollered in his mug to leave me the fuck alone.

This is all your frigging fault, Rooster-head. Seducing your friends. Fuck you! Oh yeah, you just goddamn wait. I'm going to fuck you, you're damn right I am. Before this night is over, I will fuck you, hah!

"You okay?"

I blink. Turning to the boy, I ask: "What?"

"That's a pretty nasty nosebleed."

...

Shit.

+

This majorly sucks. I can practically feel every inch of my patience slipping away from my body now. We're about half-way done already with the last jug and the asshole still isn't drunk. Cheater won't drink any more than two cups. And of course I won't either. So it's basically just the boy guzzling all the goddamned sake. Shit. I hope he doesn't get drunk and pass out.

He's telling us something funny now, or at least I think it's funny, since he's laughing his bowels out and slapping his knee and all. But I'm not even listening. I'm just quietly sipping my drink here, deflowering thoughts and what not milling about my head while I stare at him. Yeah, I'm staring at this boy right here, who's sitting before me blissfully ignorant of his manly charms, and completely oblivious of how he's getting me antsy and messing my mind, and of how fucking sensual he is, cracking up or not, and of how this is turning out more and more frigging torturous for me by the second.

So now I'm dying to rub myself against something. Or someone, better yet.

Fuck. The more I look at him the more I want to pour the rest of the sake over his body and lick him dry.

He turns to lust-ridden me, gesturing something. I don't give a shit whatever it is. He laughs again and leans forward to me. So I stare at him some more.

'Goddamnit, Rooster-head! You think you can just sit there and shove that smiling, open mouth in my face and expect me to not want to eat it?! Well, fuck you! Yeah, that's right! Fuck you! Fuck you fuck you fuck you!'

Hell. Yeah. This boy is just begging to be fucked.

Now he's pulling back and stops chattering. Pours himself another cup. Downs a gulp, tosses his cup away, then he runs a hand slowly through his funny-looking hair.

I'm not sure why, but I hear something in my brain snap.

That's it.

What the fuck. I'm getting lucky before this night is over.

I send my sake cup flying to the wall and lunge at the apple of my eye, grabbing at his shoulders, kissing him. Devouring him. He tries to struggle in my grip with some success but I straddle him down to the floor and grind my hips against his hips with brute force.

Down, man, I grind down on him hard.

...Fuck. This feels so frigging good. I think I'm gonna cry like a frigging whore.

Ohman...ohman...ohman...!

But just when I'm starting to hear this sweet, frigging little moan out of him I feel this disturbingly sharp tug in my hair.

Not just once. Twice. Thrice. Fourice.

What the fuck?! Some fucking nut's pulling my goddamned hair!

So I quickly wrench my face off the boy's, whacking a fist in the air as I sit up. I feel my knuckles connect with something flat and bony. Like a forehead.

The kid sits up, gasping. "Katsu!"

I turn and see his best friend lying haphazardly down on his back on the floor. Oh, yeah. I forgot all about that guy. He seems to be...asleep.

"You knocked him out!"

This makes me grin wide enough to swallow the boy whole. "Excellent." Exploiting the favorable situation I kiss-devour him once more, pushing his jacket off of him before I push him back down to lie.

I pin him down effectively by rubbing myself against him again. Lad's enjoying it as much as I do, and I know 'cause I can feel him all frigging hard under me right now.

Yesss, that's it, boy.

Ohhhhhhh...think I'm creamin' my frigging pants.

Some dazed moments later, I find I'm sweating like hell too, so I shed off all my upper clothing in seconds and once I'm through I swoop down to kiss him all over everywhere, starting with his contemptuously baby-soft throat. The sweat sticking to his skin smells raw and meaty and if I were any bit like my dead boss I would bite him real frigging hard.

Crazy, that mummy, yeah.

For some reason I'm too preoccupied to know, he chuckles while I kiss him. It doesn't bother me much, actually, 'cause I'm thinking my teeth or my gums just probably tickle like shit, until I kiss my way down to his chest and realize he still won't stop his goddamn chuckling. It's starting to annoy me as hell.

So I mutter against his nipple: "What the hell's so goddamn funny?!"

But he says: "Nothing."

Fuck. I sure hope in hell he ain't drunk.

"Just...I just never thought I'd be doing this with someone like you." And then he chuckles like he's goddamn nuts.

Okay, he's really starting to get on my nerves now. So I do the first thing that comes to mind to quiet the little rooster down: I rub my hand along his crotch.

He gasps.

Heh. This sure shuts him up. I fondle him some more until he's fully hard again, then I look up to find him all flushed cherry-red in the face. Too frigging irresistible, man. So I move up to kiss him again, and this time I try not to devour him and make it as tenderly as possible, like I'm kissing some really nice chick.

Almost in no time I feel him relax under me. Good.

After I leave him panting and puffing for more I move downward and start to pull down his pants.

He grabs my hands -- actually he almost rips them off my wrists, the powerful fuck -- and demands: "Hey wait, whaddya think you're doing?!" There's this little hint of panic in his eyes...and I like it. Damn.

But I'll be fucked if I scare him in any way, so I tell him: "Trust me, okay?" And then I give him a smile that I hope in hell looks half as trustworthy enough as Battousai's own smile.

...Uh. Sick.

It seems to be working, though. "But, do I have to get naked, man?"

I fail not to sound too sarcastic in my reply: "Well, it usually works best that way, yeah."

And he's blushing again.

Hmm. I wonder how red he blushes down there.

"No need to be shy, kid."

Damn him. He really shouldn't tempt me more with those boyish stares of his. "You've probably done this already lots of times before, huh."

"Nah, not too many times." For some reason this makes me cough and convulse.

Then, like he needs to tell me: "You're pretty horny."

And I return his infuriating smirk. "Oh and you're not?" Before he can see it coming I tug down the front waist of his pants... and reveal his raging, jutting hard-on.

Whoa, now that, is red red. And big as shit, too.

Like he's been doing a lot the past few minutes, he gasps. I tease: "This, isn't pretty horny?"

"Cho...I...God..."

I hush him with a brief, but real nice, tender kiss, then I let my left hand enfold his engorged cock.

For the 69th time tonight I hear a gasp, while I slowly work my grip sliding along his fine piece of cock. He's a damned titillating sight to watch, with his fingers clawing weakly at the futon under his ass.

I take my hand off him for now, pulling his pants off completely until all that remains covered of him is his bandaged abs. And I sit back for a while...and just look at him.

...God.

He's beautiful.

No shit, man, he's beautiful. Too beautiful he makes my heart pound so frigging fast I hate it.

Fuck this kid...

But hell, pounding heart or not, I proceed to go down on him. I take him real deep in my mouth I nearly practically rape my own throat.

Anyways...mmm. Tastes good. Not too bitter. Mmm...

He's moaning softly, and I can hear him take in sharp, rapid intakes of breath. I feel his torso stretch out while I run my palms along his ribcage and feel his skin shiver beneath my skin.

I suck him off as hard as I can, and I don't plan on stopping until he cries out my frigging name.

...And he does.

God, how he does.

Though it makes my chest ache as hell, for some scary reason, I can ill afford to let anything stop me from swallowing all his come with relish. Then I quickly let him go and announce the inevitable: "Now I'm gonna have to, ya know...fuck you."

"What?!"

"You make it sound like it's disgusting."

"Just how are you going to, to, fuck me?"

"C'mon, even dogs know how people fuck people."

"I know how guys fuck girls."

"Same principle, only since ya don't got what girls got then I'm gonna have ta stick me in yer ass."

"The hell you are!"

"Look, it's gonna be good, have a little faith!"

He's more than a little reluctant, that's for sure, but after another few millenniums he eventually comes around to the idea. "Okay."

I leave him for a sec, rummaging through my discarded clothes for the small flask of oil I'd brought along specifically for this moment. I search through all the pockets, but nothing. It's not there. I can't frigging find it.

I turn just in time to see the boy starting to unwind the bandages off his torso.

I yell: "Stop! I'll do that!" In an instant my ass is plopped down beside him, and I start to unroll the bandages. But I get too eager so I just rip them apart to shreds. The second his abs are bandage-free I feast on them, and I practically weep at the spanking young softness of his skin. Damn, I can rub my face against it all night long. Yeah, maybe after I take him.

So I scan the little room with my hawk-like eyes for anything liquid and slippery. There's the oil in this shallow dish of the little lamp. Bingo. I quickly reach out to dip two of my fingers in it.

Of course I realize too late that I shouldn't when I scream in pain. The oil is frigging magma-hot.

The boy laughs at me like I'm stupid, but before I can bark at him to shut up he snatches my two sore fingers and shoves them inside his mouth.

Shit. My fingers. In his mouth. Damn him.

So he sucks my fingers cool, making me all hot and bothered all the more. And he doesn't stop there, man. He slips his hand inside my pants and he frigging takes my cock in his very hand, the slick fella. So while he's sucking my fingers, he's stroking me at the same time, and he's too awfully good at both (for a virgin) he makes me want to cry like a frigging whore again.

Since I'm only human and can't take it anymore, I then force my fingers out his sweet mouth and say: "This'll do!" I sigh dumbly at my two slickened fingers.

I thrust my cock into his sticky wet palm a few more times before I pull his hand out finally. Then I push him to lie back wantonly again and spread his legs out real wide to make room for me. Man. Heaven isn't too far away now.

I try and ease him up: "Just relax, okay, I need ta do this so it won't hurt much."

He just nods. Good boy.

I can tell he's a bit nervous, though, so I slip my two wet fingers very slowly inside him. Like I'd expect, he's pretty goddamned tight. Tenaciously tight. Defensively tight. Damn. So I work my fingers carefully around his tender hot pucker, making sure I stretch him nice and wide.

"Fuckthatsgood..." Or at least that's what I think he's saying, since he's kinda hissing out his words. He's also trying to sway his hips now, and I'm this close to sinking my teeth in the inner flesh of his thighs and just mangling them.

Rowr.

As soon as I think I'm done I kiss him briefly once more for good measure, and then it's time. I drag my pants down, kneel, and prepare to drive my itching cock into his virginal heat. So I set his hips at an angle and make the initial thrust.

...God. How could anyone be this frigging hot and tight? It makes me wonder for a sec what noble act I've done in the past to deserve the likes of this... I may be shedding a tear.

I look down at my boy, and the pretty young thing's looking up at me through his half-shut eyes. I'm about to tell him something romantic as shit, when his eyes suddenly widen in a horrified kind of way and he cries: "Look out!"

Over my shoulder, in my lust-blinded gaze, I see his best friend with his arms stretched above his head, about to frigging hit me with something.

"What the --?!"

+

With a dull ache in my head, I wake up from a sleep I don't remember getting. From the run-down ceiling above me, and the beat-up wall before me, I gather I'm still in the kid's pathetic shack. So I quickly look around and find him sitting there with his back to me, beside the futon, and he's glowing like some kind of angelic being in his nakedness. Unreal.

"Oi, Rooster-head."

He turns and grins, says: "Broom-head. You're awake."

So I start to move and reach for him, when I feel my toes bump against something. There's the asshole Tsukioka stretched out sleeping on the floor across from my feet. "What's this fucker still doin' here?!"

"Stupid ass shouldn't have interrupted us. I knocked him out after he knocked you out."

This makes me grin seven miles wide. After all, it's a fact I acknowledge this boy's got the meanest fist in town. "So that means he won't be waking up in a while, ne?"

The kid shrugs: "Probably."

And I wisely waste no time leaping in his direction and ravishing his semi-virginity for good...

Well, up yours, Kyoto.

I think I'm gonna have to spend the rest of my nights here with my boy. Heh.

END