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Author: Merci
Status: Complete
Special note: Christmas present for Mchan.
Feedback: Yes please
Archiving: Please ask first. I'll probably say yes. I just would like to know where they will be.
Warnings: Slashfic (Slash-fik) n. A fictitious story which contains sexual relations between two or more men.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters portrayed in this fictional work. They belong to their respective owners. I am not making any profit from this endeavour. The story itself is, however, mine.

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The moon shone brightly, it's soft rays reaching down to shine down into the city of Kyoto. The merchants had begun closing up their shops for the night and the few people who remained in the streets began to disperse, their day's errands completed as the night began to take over. A little further past the borders of the city, a figure was making its way along a worn pathway through the surrounding forest. He walked with a sure step, his red hair illuminated by the glow of the moon.

Kenshin Himura wasn't sure why he was here. He had left Tokyo on the spur of the moment, only stopping to let his friends know that he was leaving. He had begun walking along the roads that connected the large cities of Japan together, and after many days of walking, he found himself drawn to Kyoto. The city itself held little draw for him, but rather what lay on its outskirts: His childhood home and his master.

It had been a long journey, and Kenshin was relieved to see his master's house come into view after a few more minutes travel. Modest as it was, it held some of his fondest memories of childhood, and he was so tired that he looked forward to the bed that he hoped would be available to him. He knocked on the door and listened to hear someone moving around inside. A few moments later the door was opened and his master Hiko stood in the broad doorframe gazing down upon him.

"What are you doing here?" The deep baritone of his voice rolled over Kenshin's ears. The rurouni found himself unable to reply, his master invoking a sense of doubt for his own reasons. He actually didn't know why he was standing there on the doorstep to his old masters house, so far from his own home. He opened his mouth to say something although he wasn't quite sure what that would be, but before he could think of a reason, Hiko's back was retreating from him and he was being let into the house.

"Well, come inside and close the door then. Don't stand out there like an idiot," the voice of his master drifted back. A small grin parted Kenshin's lips as he obeyed and followed on the heels of the larger man and he noticed, with some amusement, that the small house hadn't changed since he had been there last.

Hiko reached for a drink. "Sake." It was not a question, more of a command as a cup of the tasty drink was handed to Kenshin. He accepted the offer and drank it quickly, pouring another for himself once he had emptied his cup.

The two men sat opposite each other on a mat in the main room, the sake tray sat between them with several jugs of the drink spread around them. "So, what brings my idiot apprentice to visit me?" Hiko looked over his cup with a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "I don't have any more sword techniques to teach you, and you couldn't be here for the company... what is it?"

"To tell you the truth, I don't know myself, that I don't, master," Kenshin sighed.

Hiko's brow creased slightly. "And I suppose you're going to want to stay the night," he looked knowingly at Kenshin. The smaller man nodded in reply. Hiko appeared to consider this for a moment before grunting his approval and taking a long drink from his cup. Kenshin sighed mentally, relieved that his master was somewhat pleased to see him, the fact that the older man decided to let him stay for the night being proof of this.

Having settled the accommodations for the night, the two men contented themselves with sitting peacefully; enjoying the silence of each other's company. After his long journey and large intake of sake Kenshin began to feel the pull of sleep. "I'm sorry, master," Kenshin said stretching. "But would you mind if I were to go to bed? I have been traveling for so long, that I have," he said stifling a yawn.

The older man nodded his assent without looking at Kenshin. "You know where your old room is," he said waving a hand in the direction of said room while bringing a jug of sake to his lips once more. Kenshin's blue eyes lingered on his master, who was showing no signs of stopping his drinking for the night, and reluctantly turned away.

Seeing Hiko again was stirring emotions deep within Kenshin that he had not felt since many years ago, back when he had harboured a childhood crush for his master. The older man was tall, handsome, skilled, and arrogant. He could have had any woman he wanted and Kenshin had admired him for all that and more. He had wanted to be like him when he grew up, so he had trained diligently under his master, watching his every move, even copying the older man's hairstyle.

It wasn't until he had his first dream about Hiko that he realized that it could be more than simple hero worship. He'd had many dreams after that, all equally exciting, and often with the same result of Kenshin waking up sticky and longing for his master's touch.

Kenshin entered his old room and slid the door closed behind him. Yawning once more he sat down on his futon He undressed and crawled under the covers, letting himself slip into the growing warmth they provided. He closed his eyes and with the darkness that brought, came familiar images of Hiko and himself together.

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Kenshin hurried down the winding path that led to the river, his feet making no sound as they moved over the ground. It was late and the riverside was usually deserted around this time of night. However, as Kenshin neared the embankment he heard gentle splashing of someone in the water. Curiously he crept silently along the riverside until he found an opening in the trees. His eyes grew wide as he witnessed the naked form of his master bathing in the water.

The full moon shone down, illuminating ebony silk as it flowed in waves across Hiko's shoulders, shadowing the man's face and obscuring his features. Kenshin watched, unmoving, as his mater's hand brush down the length of his body, moving slowly over his flawless skin. It was the simple act of bathing coupled with a sensual display of self-admiration and Kenshin could not help himself as a familiar heat spread throughout his groin. Hiko poured water over his face, letting the droplets drip down his chest as he leaned further back against a boulder that was protruding from the still waters

Kenshin gulped, his cheeks glowing bright red and his cock hardening further. Despite some reason within him commanding him to turn away, Kenshin found that his desire to watch was stronger. Hiko continued bathing, unaware of the effect he was having on his apprentice. His dark eyes fell closed, letting a small sigh escape his lips as one of his calloused fingers brushed against an erect nipple. The sight sent a delicious shiver through Kenshin's body as he watched his master repeat the motion several more times while his other hand slid down his torso and beneath the water. Kenshin squirmed uncomfortably in his hiding place, his trapped excitement throbbing deliciously against his leg. His hands couldn't seem to work fast enough to free it and a few moments passed before the cloth obstruction fell to the ground. Kenshin gasped as his erection twitched in the cool night air, evidence of his excitement shimmering at the tip.

Blue eyes turned back to watch his master, finding the tall man slowly stroking his manhood in the moonlight. Kenshin stroked his own heated flesh, mimicking the motions of his master. His breath quickened as he fought to keep his eyes focused on the delicious display that was taking place a few feet from him.

"Master..." he murmured, matching the strokes of his hand with those of his masters. Their fists pumped together in a delicious rhythm that quickened as the seconds passed. Kenshin watched every move his master made, imagining that it was his master's hand that encased his cock. He watched his mater's face, as beautiful as it was; he loved his master's eyes the most. Whenever he looked into them he felt as though he were standing on the edge of an abyss. Kenshin couldn't help but loose himself in those orbs, loose himself in the sensations that were awakening within him as his hand moved swiftly up and down his shaft. He stared into the abyss of those eyes, and it took a few moments to realize that the abyss was staring right back at him. Deep black orbs smoldering with desire as it watched the rurouni continue to pleasure himself.

It was suddenly obvious to Kenshin that his master had known of his presence all the while. He felt as if he should be embarrassed, but instead this fueled his excitement. Hiko stopped stroking his erection and instead leaned languidly against the rock, his excited flesh bobbing invitingly out of the water, enticing Kenshin to partake of it's nectar.

Kenshin understood what his master was offering and without a second thought he let the rest of his clothing drop to the ground before stepping into the water. The water swirled past his waist and he moved as quickly as he could to close the distance between them. He wanted to feel his maters flesh beneath his hands. He wanted to taste his mouth and drink his seed and do all the things that he had always dreamed of doing but never thought would happen.

He pushed his body through the water, finding it more difficult as he doubled his efforts against the swirling current. As Kenshin neared his desire, he lost his footing on the loose rocks beneath the river. He stumbled once, grasping for Hiko, trying to catch his balance, but the man was still out of his reach and Kenshin was falling beneath the surface. Water was rushing past his head and he felt like he was falling into suddenly deep waters. A wave of panic came over him and he flailed his arms and legs about, frantically trying to get some air.

"Kenshin!" Strong hands were gripping his shoulders, pinning him down to his futon. "Wake up, Kenshin!"

Unfocused and scared, Kenshin's crystalline eyes flew open, trying to focus on his master. He gasped for breath as the realization that he had been dreaming sank in. Instinctively he sat up, reaching for his master's shoulders. He buried his face in the broad chest, still shaking.

"Kenshin?" Hiko looked down at the smaller man who was clutching at him desperately and he instinctively reached out to stroke the younger man's long auburn locks. Kenshin leaned into the warmth, turning his head to rest his face against the hand that held him.

"Mm... master..." he murmured, turning his lips to brush against the rough pads of Hiko's fingertips. He licked at the fingers and sucked them into the moist warmth beyond his swollen lips.

"Hiko..." Kenshin murmured breathily removing the digits from his mouth. He could feel Hiko gripping the back of his head, pulling their bodies together and when their lips met he sighed into his master's mouth. He tasted like sake, Kenshin decided. Sake and something else, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Not that he thought of it for long, as Hiko's tongue invaded his mouth and drew a long moan from deep within his chest.

Kenshin was pushed back onto the futon; his mouth was parted slightly as he drew breath, deep red lips were wordlessly begging for their master to continue. Hiko wasted no time in roughly sliding the covers over the younger man's body. Kenshin shivered visibly as calloused hands spread over his naked skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake. His dark blue eyes fixated on Hiko as he watched the older man remove his own clothes and then move above him on the futon; angling himself above Kenshin's body so that their positions were reversed. The older man's penis bobbed invitingly in front of Kenshin's face while a strong grip restrained his own throbbing member.

Kenshin shivered in anticipation, closing his eyes as he felt his member being gently stroked in a steady rhythm. A shaking hand reached up and timidly gripped the older man's erection in the same manner, matching his master's strokes. The skin beneath his fingers felt like silk stretched out over solid steel. The head, he knew, would be more pliant and more pleasurable for his master if stimulated correctly, however, Kenshin did not dare to deviate from his master's example.

This was beyond anything Kenshin had ever dared to dream. He never thought that he would be desirable to someone like Hiko. Especially when the man, presumably, thought he was an idiot. He tried his best to caress the flesh with his small hands as seductively as he could. He hoped that he was doing half as good a job as the man above him.

Kenshin suddenly arched off the futon, a loud gasp upon his lips as sudden warmth engulfed his manhood. Hiko had abandoned all pretenses of going slowly and had firmly planting his suckling lips in a bed of auburn curls. Kenshin abandoned the cock in front of him, clawing at the sheets beneath him, all the muscles in his stomach tightening as a skilled tongue began to work around the shaft cradled in its mouth. Hiko grinned around the shaft he was sucking, ignoring the fact that his own member hung, neglected, between his legs. He got off on the tiny sounds Kenshin made. The younger man was so responsive. Hiko repositioned himself between Kenshin's legs to gain better access and the smaller man squirmed with anticipation.

"Ma... ma... m..." Kenshin moaned, unable to think coherently as Hiko rhythmically drew his swollen member from his mouth, the heated flesh throbbing against his agile tongue. Kenshin had never felt anything like this before. In the few fumbling encounters that he had had, Kenshin had never known anyone with such skill. All thought left him when he felt hands upon him then. Rough hands rolled his testicles in a firm grip before moving lower, stroking his thighs, sending shivers up the short rurouni's body, making him spread his thighs wantonly in a silent plea for more. Hiko saw this as his cue to continue and removed Kenshin's penis from his mouth, earning him a cry of protest. He gripped the younger man's ankles and pushed them upwards until Kenshin was nearly bent in two and his smooth ass was thrust into the air, presented as an offering before Hiko. The older man was tempted to abandon all acts of foreplay and take him right then, but his feelings for his apprentice were more than that of lust. He truly cared about Kenshin, maybe even loved him, but he would not think such things when his mind was clouded with such heavy desire. He ran his hands over the pert ass, feeling the muscle that lay beneath the soft flesh, feeling the tremor of pleasure that his touch sent through Kenshin's body. He spread the perfect globes, revealing a tight, puckered entrance. He wasted no time in planting his tongue firmly in the ring of muscle.

Kenshin moaned the moment he felt his master's velvet tongue enter him. It was sheer ecstasy and he couldn't get enough. He rocked back and forth trying to press the tongue further into him, his entire body on fire with desire. He could feel the soft muscle within him, pushing into him before pulling out and lapping at his entrance affectionately. Hiko's breath rushed over Kenshin's buttocks as the older man chuckled lightly.

"My dearest Kenshin," he began, taking anther playful swipe with his tongue. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do this?" The smaller man moaned, barely able to speak.

"H-Hiko!" D-Don't stop! Please!" He cried, arching his back as the taller man gripped his ass, pulling the globes further apart and drove his mouth back onto the sensitized entrance.

Kenshin's cries were driving Hiko mad with lust. He reached up to grip the flesh that was bobbing excitedly just above his head and slowly began to pump Kenshin's erection in time with the strokes of his tongue, increasing his pace as the cries of the younger man grew. Kenshin moaned wantonly, tossing his head from side to side, his red hair cascading around his head like a halo of fire. He felt light headed and all his nerve endings began to explode with the most amazing orgasm that he had ever experienced in his life.

"Ah! Master!" Kenshin's hoarse tenor rang in Hiko's ears as he felt a tremor spread within his student and felt a warm heat dribbling down his hand. He continued to slowly lap at his student, prolonging the pleasure until the smaller man relaxed on the futon, and then withdrew his tongue from Kenshin.

"Mmmmmm," Kenshin moaned. "Oh, Hiko," he sighed, but no more words were forthcoming as the red headed angel leaned forward and kissed his master with a passion that said they were not through for the evening. Hiko returned the fevered kiss, driven by his love for Kenshin and his neglected erection that was throbbing almost painfully between his legs. Hiko broke away from the kiss, watching intently as Kenshin opened his eyes, deep blue nearly eclipsed by his pupils. A light sheen of sweat covered his brow and a tinge of pink had crept up into his cheeks. Kenshin seemed to revel in his master's silent appraisal of him and began to languidly trail a hand down his torso, stopping briefly at his reawakening erection before traveling down to his rear.

"Hiko," he gasped. "When you look at me like that..." he trailed off as be began playing with himself. A hand lazily rubbed at his penis, bringing it to full life while the other disappeared behind him. Hiko watched, spellbound as Kenshin arched up off the bed again, a finger teasing his ass, and cried out his master's name.

The spell was broken at the sound of his name and Hiko moved into action. Roughly flipping his apprentice over he pulled the tight ass into the air, the sight making him want to take his pleasure right then. But he held out a moment longer, reaching into the folds of his gi for a small container. He smeared some salve on his engorged flesh and began to spread a healthy portion on his apprentice's entrance. The youth moaned and thrust back onto calloused fingers, a growl that threatened pain if he did not get on with it emanated from Kenshin's throat and Hiko quickly tossed the container onto the floor. He focused all his attention on Kenshin. Not wanting to disappoint his apprentice with a quick ending he slowly eased his manhood into the soft opening.

Despite the through tonguing he had given earlier, Kenshin was still tight and Hiko had to stop several times to maintain his composure. The head engulfed him, bit by delicious bit and it was a sweet torture that gripped the center of his being as he sank into that fiery oblivion.

Halfway he paused again, quite sure that he might be able to make it in in one piece when he felt the man beneath him thrust back onto him. The friction sent sparks through Hiko's vision and he ground himself into the heat that now possessed him fully. He abandoned all thoughts of going slowly and began to thrust into the tender ass beneath him. Each stroke sent tremors of fire along his cock and he quickened his pace, gripping the slender hips before him to better plant himself with each thrust. Their sweaty flesh slapped together, creating sticky sounds that could not be heard above the grunts and moans that Hiko could have sworn were coming from him but wasn't sure. He could feel the beginnings of his orgasm simmering around the tip of his penis and he drover harder still into Kenshin, who cried out louder than before. The walls seemed to close in on Hiko as he felt the muscles grip him, friction spreading down his shaft as all the nerves in his body combusted into a symphony of ecstasy. Kenshin's name escaped his lips as he leaned over to kiss the flawless back before him. Kenshin wiggled out of his grip and flipped over to look up at his master. Words hung unspoken in the air between them as their lips met again in a kiss that was sweeter, less urgent than their previous kisses. Hiko lowered himself onto the bed beside his tiny lover and sighed.

"You learn your lessons well," he murmured.
"Yes," Kenshin yawned. "However, now we're all dirty, that we are." Adoring blue orbs looked up into the dark pools of his master's. Without another word they simultaneously got up from the bed and walked down to the river.


The next morning came all too soon and Kenshin woke to find himself nestled in the crook of Hiko's elbow. The musky scent of the older man clung to them and Kenshin breathed in the delicious aroma. He stretched, sticking his feet out from beneath the covers and rolled over, burying his face in the broad chest that lay next to him. Hiko mumbled in his sleep, but did not stir as Kenshin once again became comfortable. He lazily drifted back into the world between dreams and reality, and as sleep claimed him, Kenshin understood the reason behind his actions, although he wouldn't remember them when he woke up. Hiko wrapped an arm around him and pulled the smaller man close.

Kenshin was walking down the path to the river. The sun was shining brightly through the cover of the trees and Hiko was walking by his side. Kenshin had not known what drew him back to the home of his youth. The entire journey there was clouded with doubts of his actions. But now that he was home Kenshin understood why he'd returned. Despite everything he'd done, his heart had stayed with Hiko and his home. He'd always felt drawn back to his place, and now he was home where he belonged; with Hiko.