To Kyoto

Disclaimer: Don’t own the rights to Rurouni Kenshin, Saitoh, or Aoshi. Like I even had to say that...

Note: I thought this up some time ago, and decided to finally write it. It’s a little one-shot of Aoshi and Saitoh meeting on their way to Kyoto. I don’t know what paths they took to get there, so if this is off I don’t really care. It’s just a fun little story with some mindless smut. Enjoy!!

To Kyoto


It had been several days since Aoshi left Tokyo. He walked calmly through the peaceful woods, the beauty of his surroundings having no effect on his slowly deteriorating mind. As he walked diligently, only one thing kept circling around in his head, haunting him with every breath he took; to find the Battousai and to defeat him. Aoshi needed above all else to prove he was the best, to prove that the Oniwanbashu were the best. Himura’s title would serve as flowers for the graves of his fallen comrades. He would think of nothing else until Kenshin lay beaten at his feet. Little else concerned him as he continued on his path to Kyoto.

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Following Himura was a simple enough task for Saitoh. At first the redhead had kept his path quite well hidden, but suddenly he seemed to be going out of his way to push shrubbery aside, and it appeared that he had someone with him. Saitoh couldn’t believe what a fool the Battousai had become. The last thing Himura needed was someone to slow him down; to get in the way. It was bad enough the ahou and the Kamiya girl were chasing after him.

Saitoh let out a sigh as he withdrew a cigarette from his pocket. Lighting it he took in the majesty of the forest around him. It was peaceful, and to Saitoh it only seemed to mock the turmoil and chaos currently trying to overrun his country. But he would stop Shishio, and bring the law of Aku Soku Zan to his doorstep. He smiled at the prospect of killing Shishio, and found himself stepping into a clearing. He then saw a movement out of the corner of his eye, and turning saw a very determined looking Aoshi also passing through. The ninja either didn’t seem to notice Saitoh’s presence or didn’t care. Saitoh smirked as he walked over to the stoic shinobi.

“I see you took my advice after all.” Aoshi didn’t stop to register Saitoh’s words, and continued walking. Saitoh came up behind him, and blew a puff of smoke into his face. Aoshi stopped in his tracks, but didn’t react to the gesture or say a word. Saitoh moved to stand in front of him, filling the ninja’s vision. “What do you want.....Fujita Goro was it?” Saitoh took another drag from his cigarette. “I was just wondering how your journey was going.” Aoshi had no time for idle chit chat, and walked around Saitoh to continue on his way. “But I wonder what your real motivation for seeking out Himura is.” Aoshi paused, and without turning said, “What do yo mean?” Saitoh smiled. He knew he would get the ninja’s attention with that kind of remark. Without the Battousai or the rooster around, he had become bored, and teasing Aoshi was too good a prospect to pass up. Plus he wasn’t worried about losing Himura any time soon, so he could really enjoy himself.

“I mean, why is it you want to find the Battousai so badly?” Aoshi scoffed at the question, and stated flatly, “I wish to defeat him.” Saitoh nodded mockingly and said, “Is that so? I don’t doubt you could. You don’t become the Okashira at age fifteen without knowing a thing or two about fighting.” Aoshi gazed closer at Saitoh. The cop sure did know a lot for a normal policeman. “Tell me what you want or I’m leaving.” Saitoh respected the way this Aoshi refused to play games, and that he wasn’t rising to anything he said. The ninja would be fun to crack.

“I want you to tell me why you’re drawn to the Battousai.” Aoshi’s eyes narrowed. “I already told you. This is becoming tiring; I’ll take my leave.” Saitoh shrugged, and once again Aoshi started to walk away. He only got a few feet before he heard Saitoh say behind him, “You know, you’re cute when you’re angry.” Aoshi knew that it was more than likely the cop was trying to get a rise out of him, but no one said anything like that to him and walked away unscathed. Turning Aoshi unsheathed his twin kodachi, and waited for Saitoh to draw his katana.

‘So, commenting on his appearance is what pushes his buttons. I’m sure there’s a whole back story to that,’ Thought Saitoh as he finished his cigarette. He took a step forward, crushing the cigarette as he continued. “What, I’m sure that wasn’t the first time someone has remarked on your looks. You should learn to take compliments more gracefully.” Aoshi continued to glare, not making a move until Saitoh drew his own weapon.

Saitoh knew Aoshi wouldn’t attack him as long as he didn’t draw his katana, and he continued to jibe the tall ninja. “In fact, you’re almost as pretty as a girl.” Aoshi’s eyes visibly narrowed, and he took another step forward, a physical warning to the officer. Normally he would have just killed him outright, but the tall man had a strong swordsmen’s spirit, and Aoshi knew he wasn’t what he seemed.

“Tell me who you really are.” Saitoh continued to gaze at Aoshi with a deep amber stare. “Hn. You’re supposed to be the ninja. You tell me.”

“Draw your sword.” It came out as a sharp command, and Saitoh smirked as he unclasped his sword from his waist. Calmly he unsheathed his blade, the katana singing as he threw the sheath to the ground. Aoshi tensed, readying himself for attack. Saitoh deftly switched the sword from his right hand to his left, and crouched in his trade mark stance.

Aoshi had only fought the Shinsengumi a couple of times back in Kyoto, but recognized the stance immediately. It was the infamous left handed thrust of the Hirazuki technique. But he had never seen one like this. It was slightly different, with the blade more parallel than usual. Aoshi knew that underestimating this man would have been a fatal error. He must have been one of the more talented Shinsengumi to still be alive. Aoshi recalled hearing about a man from the Shinsengumi that fit his description. Tall, angular features, narrow amber eyes.... “You’re Hajime Saitoh, the Third Captain of the Shinsengumi.”

“I’m impressed.” Said Saitoh as he came closer, a predatory look in his amber eyes. Aoshi drew back, trying to make the distance between them larger. Saitoh smirked at his pathetic attempt at defense. “You should give up while you’re ahead Shinomori. This fight is pointless.”Aoshi ‘hmphed’. “We shall see.”

Aoshi didn’t even see Saitoh move, and a blue blur rushed past him, leaving a sharp pain in his shoulder in his wake. Saitoh had just grazed him with his Gatotsu, but it was enough to make Aoshi gasp in pain. Grabbing the wound Aoshi hastily jumped away, glaring daggers at Saitoh who still had his back turned. The wound was shallow, but Aoshi knew it wasn’t because Saitoh had bad aim. He did it on purpose, to prove a point. Aoshi was out of his league, but refused to back down from any challenger. If he couldn’t even beat this man, then how would he ever be able to defeat the Battousai?

Turning around Saitoh said, “Give up Shinomori. Unless you completely let go, you don’t have a chance of defeating me, let alone Battousai.” Aoshi flinched at the officer’s words. They practically mirrored what he was thinking only moments before. Clenching his teeth in anger, Aoshi stood, his grip on his kodachi tightening as he prepared to attack.

Saitoh smirked at Aoshi’s stubbornness. Even if he knew he was going to lose, he was going to continue to fight anyway. Saitoh could respect a man like him.

Confusing Saitoh’s amused smirk wit arrogance, Aoshi began to employ his swords dance, making dozens of copies of himself to circle around Saitoh. The wolf looked on unworried, and Aoshi attacked with is Kaiten Kenbu Ryoken. Saitoh saw it coming, and parried it before it struck, knocking the ninja off balance. Aoshi felt himself falling, and hit the ground with a hard thump. Saitoh went to stand next to the fallen shinobi, a satisfied grin spreading over his lips. Aoshi looked up indignantly at Saitoh, and the wolf just smiled back.

“Why didn’t you strike?” Asked Aoshi as he stood gingerly, still holding his kodachi. Saitoh smirked, and said, “Because I want you alive, that’s why.” Aoshi’s glare narrowed at the ex-Shinsengumi, and Saitoh could feel Aoshi’s inflamed chi rising in anger. “Why did you spare me?”

“Because, I want something from you.” Aoshi continued to glare, his mind trying to figure out what the cop could possibly want of him. “What is it?” Saitoh smiled. He knew Aoshi would most likely try and kill him for his next request, but it was a chance he was willing to take just to see the look on the ninja’s face. “I want you’re body.” Aoshi’s eyes went wide, and he unconsciously took a step back. Did Saitoh mean what he thought he meant? “No.” Aoshi’s answer was final. He would never allow himself to barter for his life with sexual gratification. It was beyond dishonorable.

“You have no choice Shinomori. Either I kill you here, and the Oniwanbashu never rest in peace, or you do as I say, and you live to fulfill your purpose.” Aoshi knew Saitoh wasn’t bluffing. The ninja was stuck between a rock and a hard place, and couldn’t see any way of getting out of it.

Making his choice Aoshi dropped his hands to his sides, letting his kodachis slip silently to the ground. Saitoh smirked, and picked up his sheath, replacing his sword. He dropped his katana onto the ground, and approached the silent ninja, who’s gaze was downcast in shame. Saitoh placed a finger under Aoshi’s chin, making the shinobi look directly into his eyes. “Don’t worry. You might find that you enjoy it.” Aoshi wanted to protest the words, but had no time to when he suddenly felt Saitoh’s lips on his mouth. The wolf took the opportunity of Aoshi’s surprise and slid his tongue into his mouth, almost making the ninja gag. Saitoh smiled as he backed Aoshi into a tree, pinning him against the trunk.

Aoshi gasped from the impact, and moaned as Saitoh thrust his hips into the ninja, making Aoshi aware of the obvious bulge in his pants. Saitoh loved the look on Aoshi’s face when the younger man realized, and was surprised when he saw a faint pink hew taint Aoshi’s cheeks. The wolf hadn’t expected such an innocent reaction, and a wicked grin spread over his lips.

Saitoh brought his hand up to push off Aoshi’s large trench coat, and it fell discarded to the ground. Now all Aoshi had on was his tight purple ninja uniform, and Saitoh began to deftly work open his shirt.

Aoshi turned his head, not wanting to see what was happening to him. He was completely ashamed of himself, and he dreaded the thought of his friends seeing him like this. It made him ill, but if he was going to make their lives worth anything, then he had to survive, and if that meant letting this man have his body then Aoshi was more than happy to oblige. Aoshi willed himself to relax, and his body went limp as Saitoh threw his shirt over his shoulder. Now Aoshi had just his pants, and Saitoh ran a gloved hand over the ninja’s broad chest, pinching the nipples unmercifully. Aoshi moaned at the touch, and Saitoh reclaimed his lips with is own as his hands moved lower. The wolf’s hands ghosted over Aoshi’s sides, and brushed his hips as he worked open the ninja’s pants.

Aoshi’s hands clamped into fists at his side as he tried to keep himself from strangling Saitoh. He averted his gaze when he felt air hit his most intimate of parts, and gasped when he felt a gloved hand grasp it. Saitoh reveled in the reactions ushering from Aoshi. He knew he could break the ninja, and now he was reaping the rewards. He moved his hand along Aoshi’s shaft faster, making the younger man buck his hips into the touch. Smirking Saitoh withdrew his hand, and roughly grabbed Aoshi by the hips as he threw him to the ground.

The initial shock of losing the touch of Saitoh’s hand was replaced by the feel of his body hitting the forest floor, and furious Aoshi looked up at the grinning wolf. Aoshi had enough of this, and moved to get dressed. “Stop.” Said Saitoh as Aoshi grasped the fabric. Aoshi just glared at him and said, “I only agreed to this so you would spare me. But since your obviously not taking this seriously, I’m breaking our bargain.” Saitoh sighed as he walked over to Aoshi and snatched his clothing away from him. “I don’t think so Shinomori. I was just getting started.” He said as he kicked Aoshi in the chest, making the ninja fall back onto the ground. The wind was knocked out of his body, and gasping he tried to sit up again only to have Saitoh’s foot be placed firmly on his chest. “Lay down Shinomori, or I won’t be so gentle a second time.” Gritting his teeth Aoshi did as he was told, and laid slowly back onto the ground, his back rubbing against the undergrowth.

“No. On your stomach.” Ordered Saitoh. Aoshi shot him a venomous glare before rising on his elbows and flipping himself over. Aoshi felt too exposed in this position, and shifted uncomfortably. Saitoh saw the ninja’s consternation and chuckled lightly to himself.

Kneeling Saitoh began to remove his gloves, placing the index finger in his mouth and pulling on the fabric. After he had placed the gloves aside, he roughly grabbed Aoshi’s hips, bringing the naked ninja closer. Aoshi gasped at the course contact, and Saitoh smiled as he released him to lick his fingers. Aoshi wondered what the cop was doing but soon found out when he felt a slick finger graze his entrance.

Saitoh ran his lubricated finger over Aoshi’s tight ring, feeling the warm flesh contract at his touch. He then ventured further, sliding a finger inside of the ninja with ease. The invasion made Aoshi moan in pain, and tried to move away from it, but Saitoh had him locked to the spot with his other strong hand. The wolf moved his digit in deeper before adding a second finger, stretching Aoshi uncomfortably.

The foreign object invading him was unlike anything Aoshi had ever felt. It hurt, but mostly it felt... strange. Then Saitoh drove in even deeper, and triggered something inside Aoshi that made spots appear in front of his eyes. It felt good, and he realized he wanted more of it. The ninja pushed himself back into Saitoh, impaling himself onto the ex-Shinsengumi’s fingers. It was amusing to Saitoh how easily Aoshi was taking to all of this, and much to Aoshi’s disappointment he removed his fingers.

Aoshi looked back when he felt Saitoh remove himself from his body, and was rewarded with the sight of Saitoh unzipping his pants, his fully erected member in full sight. Aoshi gasped at the larger man, making Saitoh smile in satisfaction. Bending over the ninja Saitoh aimed himself at Aoshi’s entrance, and braced himself as he slowly pushed himself in.

Aoshi grabbed the surrounding grass to compensate for the pain inching into his body, and with one final thrust Saitoh was fully sheathed in Aoshi’s depths. Saitoh grunted at how tight the younger man was, and began to move his body against the ninja, sliding out of Aoshi only to slide in harder, creating a friction that sent Aoshi’s mind reeling. The younger man started to pant as Saitoh thrust deeper, hitting Aoshi’s sweet spot again and again. Aoshi was fully aroused now, and his member ached to be touched. He moved his hand to grasp his length, but felt Saitoh’s larger hand push past and grab it instead. The wolf stroked Aoshi with his thrusts, making the ninja moan his name as he neared climax.

Saitoh moved his hand faster along Aoshi’s arousal, and the ninja could feel the white hot feeling start to pool in his stomach, and he cried out as he came in Saitoh’s palm. The force of Aoshi’s orgasm made him clench around Saitoh, and the wolf came hard deep inside the younger man. Saitoh rode his climax until he felt completely drained, and panting he withdrew from Aoshi and lay on the ground.

The feel of Saitoh’s seed coursing through him felt surprisingly good to Aoshi, and he contentedly fell back to the ground exhausted. Saitoh rose his head to look at Aoshi, and the sight of the completely naked ninja lying so sprawled out on the ground was infinitely amusing. But the ex-Shinsengumi had things to do, and he had already wasted too much time already. Standing Saitoh began to re-clasp his belt and pulled up the zipper. Aoshi raised his head at the noise and saw a fully clothed Saitoh lighting another cigarette.

Saitoh flicked a match, and lit the tip of his cigarette as he continued to gaze at a flawless Aoshi. He would never tell the younger man to his face, but that was the best fuck he ever had. “Hmph. See you later Shinomori.” Was all the wolf said as he walked over to his sword to return it to his hip.

Aoshi glared at the retreating cop, and angry he gathered his clothing and quickly dressed. Walking toward the edge of the clearing he picked up his kodachi and returned them to the one sheath. Gazing to his right he watched as Saitoh disappeared into the forest, and with one last sigh Aoshi continued on his way.

~Owari~

A/N: Hmmm, that was fun to write. I think they were both in character, but Aoshi could have acted a little more insane. Oh well, if he did we wouldn’t have that lovely lemon, now would we? So that’s it, and I hoped you liked it. If you did please leave a review, and I’ll cherish it forever. Later!