Haruka's Fanfiction

WARNING! This fanfic contains graphic descriptions of m/m sex. If this bothers you even a little PLEASE DON'T READ ANY FURTHER! If you do not heed this warning, I am not responsible.


Fugitives (Rurouni Kenshin)

by Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

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Thunder clapped overhead and for a moment, the entire forest
was bright as daylight. The fugitives saw their path and changed
direction, ignoring the sheets of rain that soaked them as they ran
hand-in-hand through the trees.

"Are they still after us?!" the redhaired one cried.

"We don't dare stop to find out!" answered the other, dark-
haired one. "We're almost there, just a little further!"

Lightning flashed and the redhead squealed in terror. "Did I
ever tell you, Soujirou, how much I hate lightning and thunder?"

"I'd hate it, too, if I carried that lightning rod you call a
weapon!"

"This weapon may save my life if Shishio-sama catches up to
us!"

"If he catches up to us, Kamatari, nothing will save your life or
mine." The young man named Soujirou nodded ahead. "There it is!"

Another lightning flash outlined the rustic cabin in the small
clearing. Kamatari was never so happy to see anything in his life, and
put on an extra burst of speed, half-dragging the surprised Soujirou
along with him.

"Kamatari your strength! My arm!"

"Move faster, slowpoke, and it won't hurt you!" Kamatari
teased. Both of them knew no one could match Soujirou in speed
when he made an effort. Soujirou laughed at Kamatari's joke and the
two of them burst into cabin simultaneously, dripping and giggling.

"Oh, it feels good to be out of that storm!" Kamatari declared.
His mulberry-coloured hair, which sometimes looked more purple
than red, was plastered to his pretty face and neck, and his green
womens' kimono felt heavy with rain. He laid aside his oogama a
long wooden pole with a deadly curved scythe at one end and an iron
ball and chain at the other and began unfastening the kimono ties.
"You said there were blankets and supplies here?"

Soujirou had stopped to watch Kamatari as soon as they closed
the door behind them. Even soaked with rain, his kimono mud-
splattered and his hair stuck to his face, Honjou Kamatari was still the
most beautiful creature he'd ever seen. He didn't realize the other boy
was awaiting an answer to his question until Kamatari snapped his
fingers in front of his eyes.

"Sou-chan? You in there? The blankets?

"Blankets ...." Oh right, Kamatari had asked for blankets. He
needed them himself, as he was starting to shiver. "I'll get them," he
said, and walked over to a tall cabinet, wet footprints left in his wake.

Kamatari followed Soujirou's progress with interested ruby
eyes. If anyone had told him a month ago that he would come to love
Seta Soujirou more than he ever loved Shishio, he'd have laughed in
their face or possibly just cut their head off.

He and Soujirou were both honourable members of Shishio's
Juppongatana. In fact, Soujirou had been Shishio's right hand raised
and trained to be a perfect killing machine. Boyish-faced Tenken no
Soujirou, with speed, agility, and swordsmanship that no one save
Shishio could match. He'd lost all emotions except enjoyment early in
life, so killing meant nothing to him. He could, and had, slit throats
while wearing a pleasant smile. That smile in itself was a weapon;
unnerving to any opponent who tried to read his empty mind, only to
lose their life in the attempt. Kamatari couldn't beat him in combat,
accepting his defeat with only minimal complaint. However, his skill
with the 60 pound oogama was unparalleled, and he frankly hadn't
cared whether it be friend or foe who got in his way when he used it.
He'd joined with Shishio in an attempt to get closer to the man, but it
was never close enough for Kamatari. Shishio knew the young gay
boy loved him, but only showed interest in him as a warrior.

A month ago, shedding tears of frustration one night, he'd
confided in Soujirou. He'd really only expected to use the sword
master as a sounding board, as genuine sympathy was beyond the
emotion-devoid boy. That made it doubly shocking when Soujirou
gently took his chin in his hand and kissed him. He confessed to
Kamatari that being near him had brought back those emotions
everyone thought were lost to him, and he'd only been waiting
hoping that Kamatari would notice him as well.

It worked. The sweet kiss, the look of love in Soujirou's
obsidian eyes eyes that previously revealed nothing and his vow of
commitment; these combined made Kamatari re-think everything he
held dear. It wasn't long before he realized how fond of Soujirou he
was himself, and in the days that passed, that fondness turned to
genuine love. Neither of them wanted to fight for Shishio anymore,
but both kept up their facade of dedication. Soujirou continued to
smile winningly in the presence of others, while Kamatari mooned
loudly over Shishio to anyone who'd listen. Secretly, however, they
were planning their escape.

The time had finally come the previous day. Shishio was away
and not expected to return until the following morning. Soujirou and
Kamatari had been assigned to different targets and were supposed to
leave as well. They planned to leave separately and meet up in the
city. It all would have worked out if not for the meddling Hoji, who
had somehow become suspicious of the young couple. He had them
both followed, and receiving the report that they had gone against
orders and joined together, he immediately sent word to Shishio.

Their former leader's intolerance for traitors was swift and
sure. A reward was put on their capture, and the remaining
Juppongatana plus any number of foot soldiers were now in pursuit of
them. Shishio himself was out looking, and so far they had narrowly
escaped him twice. They could only hope their luck would hold out.

Soujirou retrieved the blankets and brought them over while
Kamatari finished undressing. Soujirou found himself once more
captivated as he admired his lithe, slender body and perfect skin.
Wishing he could stare at Kamatari's nude form all day, he
nevertheless wrapped a warm blanket around the other boy's
shoulders.

"Thank you." Kamatari smiled. "Now get yourself out of
those wet clothes while I see if I can get a fire going."

You've got mine going already, Soujirou thought
mischievously as he slipped out of his soggy sandals and watched
Kamatari kneel in front of the fireplace.

Thank goodness there are matches here, Kamatari thought as
he held one to the kindling in the hearth. He didn't relish the thought
of spending all night damp and cold, although, he mused with a glance
over his shoulder to where Soujirou had just slipped out of his
kimono, there was a lot to be said for body heat ....

Soujirou looked up and smiled at him. The flames were
beginning to lick at the kindling and their light was reflected in
Kamatari's eyes. He wrapped a blanket around himself and went to sit
by the other boy.

"Wouldn't it be nice if this were our place?" Kamatari said.
"And we didn't have to worry about Shishio-sama or anyone else?"

"I could live very happily here with you," Soujirou said softly.
Kamatari looked at him, and they leaned in for a tender kiss.

Soujirou wondered how he ever functioned without emotions.
The feelings whenever he was near Kamatari particularly while
touching him were so strong as to be overwhelming. His arms went
around the other boy drawing him closer as their kiss grew deeper.
Kamatari responded avidly, entwining his own slender fingers in
Soujirou's hair, parting his lips slightly to allow entrance of his
tongue. Soujirou obliged, darting and probing within Kamatari's
sweet mouth. The redhead's tongue played with his own, and
Soujirou felt himself responding in other regions of his body.

Kamatari noticed as well, and pulled back to smile knowingly
at him. He delicately licked the tip of a finger, then his hand
descended, disappearing between Soujirou's legs. The shock of his
cool palm wrapping around Soujirou's manhood drew a surprised gasp
from the dark-haired boy. He looked at Kamatari and noted the
mischievous gleam in his eyes just before he lowered his head to
Soujirou's lap. A low hiss of pleasure was his response as Kamatari
licked along the top of his member, then under it, tickling his scrotum
with teasing darts of his tongue. He had to struggle not to twist
Kamatari's hair in his fist before his lover finally rewarded his
patience by taking him in his mouth. Soujirou closed his eyes
gratefully, savoring the million thrilling sensations that exploded
within him at Kamatari's ministrations.

Kamatari could tell the effect he was having on Soujirou and it
made him feel wonderful. There wouldn't be many opportunities for
the two of them to be alone together in the next few days, and he
wanted the memory of this one to stay with Soujirou through their
upcoming trials. With slow, measured strokes of his tongue, and
gentle scraping with his teeth, he soon had Soujirou fighting to contain
himself. Kamatari knew Soujirou was trying to spare him from
swallowing his seed, so he simply wrapped his arms around the
Tenken's hips, drawing him even deeper into his throat.

That was all Soujirou could stand, and he exploded inside
Kamatari's mouth. The beautiful young man swallowed him without
hesitation, and made a wicked show of licking his lips afterwards.

"Kama ... tari," Soujirou gasped.

"I know, love," the redhead whispered. He kissed him softly,
and Soujirou tasted himself, inhaling his own scent on Kamatari's
person. He felt himself growing hard again.

"That wasn't enough for you?" Kamatari purred. "Well, let's
see what we can do about that ...."

"I _know_ what we can do about it." Soujirou grinned and
pulled the other boy closer. He slid his hands down Kamatari's back
to his rear and massaged the soft cheeks. Kamatari moaned in
pleasure and undulated slowly against Soujirou, his member becoming
aroused by the motion. One of Soujirou's hands moved into
Kamatari's lap and wrapped around him, giving a gentle squeeze.

"Eep! Sou-chan!" Kamatari nipped his shoulder lightly in
punishment, but Soujirou only laughed. He began sliding his hand up
and down on Kamatari's manhood, enjoying every detail of his lover's
expression. His other hand slipped behind the redhead and a finger
pressed against his anus in suggestion. Kamatari gave an eager little
mew and nodded, but that wasn't enough for Soujirou, who grinned
mischievously.

"Tell me you want me," he said, tapping his finger against the
other boy teasingly while his other hand continued work on the
hardened penis.

"Beast," Kamatari groaned.

"All you have to do is say it and I'll make you feel _very_
good...."

"What if I don't?"

Soujirou's eyes twinkled. "Then I'll stop."

Kamatari moaned. "I ought to mount your head on a pole, you
arrogant bastard."

"But you won't," Soujirou told him, squeezing his manhood at
the same time he pressed more firmly against his anus. "Because you
love me."

"Ha!" Kamatari's eyes flashed, his face flushed prettily. "Who
would love a smiley-faced psycho boy like you?"

"Maybe a bloodthirsty, cross-dressing, gender-confused boy
like you?" Soujirou pulled Kamatari onto his lap so that the latter
could feel the aroused member pressing at his puckered opening.
Kamatari couldn't suppress a groan and slipped his arms around
Soujirou's neck. He kissed him hungrily.

"I want you," he whispered, wrapping his legs around the other
boy's waist.

"I knew it." Soujirou smiled smugly.

Kamatari's jaw dropped. "Why, you !" his protest was cut off
by Soujirou's lips on his own, accompanied by more stimulation of his
penis and a probing at his rectum. He shifted slightly to allow
Soujirou entrance, releasing a soft sigh as he was slowly filled with
him. They moved together in unison, nothing on Earth could have
distracted them as they lost themselves in one another until the
moment when release came and they lay breathless in each other's
arms.

"Sou-chan," Kamatari murmured, "I've never been as happy as
I am right now."

Soujirou stroked Kamatari's hair. "No matter what happens
from here on out, they can never take away what we've had together."

Kamatari planted a quick kiss on Soujirou's lips. "Let's play!"
he suggested, jumping to his feet, leaning down to slap him on top of
the head. "You're It!"

"I'm what?" Soujirou said in confusion, but got the idea as
soon as Kamatari sprinted away from him. Running was an invitation
to be chased, and Soujirou wasn't about to decline the invitation
especially not with Kamatari's pretty derriere just out of reach. He
leaped up and began the pursuit.

The following hours were filled with games in which the boys
chased, wrestled, and made love repeatedly, interspersed with brief
rest periods before one or the other began the teasing again. The fire
was burning low and the faintest hint of colour touched the sky when
they were finally content to lie with one another, fingers entwined.

"What kind of future do you think we'll have if Shishio-sama
doesn't find us?" Kamatari asked softly.

Soujirou tightened his hold around Kamatari's shoulders. "The
best. We'll leave Kyoto, maybe go to Tokyo. We'll stop killing
totally. It's the only way we'll blend in with normal people and keep
from drawing attention to ourselves. We'll ... we'll have to give up
our weapons."

Kamatari gave a light laugh as he glanced over to where his
huge oogama lay propped against a wall. "I guess it would be hard to
go unnoticed lugging that around, huh?"

"Same with my sword they're outlawed, after all." He
nuzzled Kamatari's ear. "But we'll get by. And we'll be happy."

"I know we will," Kamatari murmured, and tilting his chin up,
they kissed.

"Over here! A cabin!"

The boys broke off their kiss abruptly and stared fearfully into
each other's eyes. They'd recognize Hoji's voice in their sleep.

"Surround it. Keep them from escaping. I'll kill them both
myself."

There was no question who _that_ was.

The fugitives got to their feet and quickly grabbed their
weapons. Kamatari gave Soujirou a rueful look. "Didn't have to go
without them for long, did we?"

Soujirou reached out, and taking Kamatari's hand in his, gave
it a kiss. "See you in Hell, my love."

Kamatari winked back, his eyes shimmering with tears. "I'll
be waiting."

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(1998)

No characters here are mine.

This fic is not to be re-posted.