Obvious

Obvious
By Kami-chan
Fandom: Rorouni Kenshin
Pairing: Sanosuke/Himura Kenshin
Rating: NC-17 8D
Warnings: Yaoi, LEMON BABY
Disclaimer: Don’t own Rorouni Kenshin. Not making money off the story. n.n Kay?
Notes: Alright, you pains in my ass. n.n I love you all. You kept bugging me for a lemon, so here it is. Hope you don’t mind squishyness. This is my entry for yaoiforum’s November fanfiction contest. O.o; The theme is there, at the beginning, just look hard enough!
Enjoy!

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“You saved me back there…”

I looked up to him at these whispered words, quirking a fine brow. Well, of course I did. Why did he have to harp on the obvious? It wasn’t as if I had much of a choice, either. He really shouldn’t look too deeply into these kinds of things.

“Yeah, well it was that and run, or take on twenty of those fuckers alone,” I mumbled, being as careful as I could with his wrappings. “I wasn’t exactly hot for the latter, you know?”

He simply sighed quietly, giving me that same small, knowing smile. Really, I didn’t understand how he could seem so frail and be so strong. I supported the back of his neck in one hand as I wound a bandage firmly around it, and was suddenly struck with the sickening realization of how easy it would be to simply snap it like a toothpick. It amazed me that he instilled this level of trust in me. Stupid, weak, blinding trust.

“I don’t think that’s the only reason, is it?” he asked.

I ignored him, tying the end of the bandage off securely, “There. All patched up.”

He did not, however, remove his head from my lap as he usually did. He simply laid there, giving me that dumb lost puppy look. It tortured me. How could such young eyes hold such intense wisdom? Furthermore, how could eyes – so like mine, so beautifully Asian-almond shaped – be such a beautiful, rich violet colour? Particularly accompanying such luridly crimson hair? I nearly wanted to rip it out. Not out of jealousy, heavens no… but out of spite.

“Why won’t you answer me?”

Why wouldn’t I answer him? Why don’t rabbits dance before the jaws of wolves? What a dumb question. I swear, sometimes he could be absolutely unbearable in his naivete. Wasn’t it clear to him? Hadn’t I made it completely obvious?

“There’s nothing to answer, Shin.” I shook my head a little, calling him by the nick name I knew he’d taken fondly to.

“There’s always something to answer,” he said quietly, smiling sweetly at my annoyed scowl. “You just have to find the correct one.”

I rolled my eyes, looking away quickly. There was too much to answer. Too much I wanted to give to explain in any rational words that he could understand. Why did he have to smile so kindly at me? Why did his words and face have to be so distracting? Why couldn’t he just look away and pretend that he didn’t feel the same way I did?

“Isn’t there another reason why you saved me?” He pushed.

“No,” I snapped, feeling the urge to storm away, though something held me to the spot. Perhaps, subconsciously, the weight of his head on my lap was what kept me. “Stop turning this into something it isn’t.”

He sat up slowly, reaching up to tenderly rub the back of his neck with one hand, tilting his head to the side as he gazed at me. “Turning this into something it isn’t? I don’t think I’m doing that.”

His response made me twitch, and as usual, I felt a need to lash out. “Listen, you! What makes you think you can go all wise-ass condescending on me?! I just saved your life, you should be grateful for that and just leave me the hell alone before I get even more pissed off! I mean, honestly! Who the hell do you think y-“

I was interrupted abruptly by his lips moving to press very tenderly against my own, one hand moving to brush beneath my chin. I didn’t hesitate, I was too angry. My arms went around those lithe shoulders, and I held him tightly to my own chest, thick fingers moving to bury themselves within his loose crimson locks. Before either of us knew what was happening, I had him on his back, hair spread in a fan on the floor beneath him. I drew my mouth away from his after a few moments, whereupon he began gently stroking my face with his pale, warm fingertips.

“See? I knew there was another reason.”

It was such a strange contrast; his soft, careful innocence against my brute firm force. Like light and dark, two completely opposite sides of the spectrum. I still breathed heavily against his face, breath warm and vicious, and he simply smiled, head canted slightly to one side as he stared up at me.

“Hn…” I murmured, a grin threatening my stoic lips, “Wasn’t it obvious?”

His clothing was easily to remove. It was a matter of slipping one’s hands skillfully beneath a few choice areas and stripping them from his body. He offered no resistance, naturally. I wasn’t really expecting him to. Hurried kisses were planted when and where they could be upon my body, and he seemed to insist on lacing his fingers with one of my hands whenever it was free. It was endearing, really; he wanted to feel like this was more than just a release.

…was it?

Thoughts pushed aside, he made quick work of my clothing as well before I realized what he was doing. He was trembling, I noticed, pale thighs spread around my own bare waist, shivering almost as if he were cold. If Kaoru kept any blankets around this damn place, I might have grabbed one. Still, I caught myself thinking, the scared kitten thing was kind of cute.

“Are you alright?” I asked in a hushed tone, pressing careful kisses along his jaw.

He smiled, pushing the red headband away from my forehead and off my head, tilting his head back for my mouth. “Y- you’ve never asked me that before…”

“You’re shaking…”

“I’m fine.”

This vague reassurance was enough for me, and I reached down to hook an arm under his knee, lifting him up slowly until the pale legs were a little higher up on my torso. I could almost feel his pain as I eased into him, so tight around me that I nearly fell over. I was expecting him to be a virgin, but I suppose I wasn’t expecting him to be quite so tight. Perhaps because he was so much smaller than me in most respects, though –some- things still rivaled. He whimpered softly, face contorted into a pained expression for a few moments. This concerned me for some reason, and I reached up to one of his hands, lacing my fingers with his.

“Relax.” I cautioned him in a whisper, squeezing his hand reassuringly.

After a few moments, he nodded to me, signaling what I could only guess was a beckon to move. I eased out of his body slowly, moving almost completely out of the virginal tightness before sliding back within gently. A few more moments of this evoked a quiet whimper from him, edging on a moan, and I knew I was safe to continue my attentions at a more normal pace.

He handled it quite well, even as I moved quicker, sank in harder, firmed my pace to the point where my hair clung to a thin sheet of sweat on my brow. His own pale skin very nearly glistened, a soft sheen in the moonlight. His hips even began to catch on, moving along with my thrusts as he discovered the pace, maneuvering his body over my shaft as carefully as he could manage.

My free hand moved between our bodies, and I found his arousal with my fingertips. Warm, hard, very nearly pulsing, and hungering for contact. I obliged to the silent request, wrapping my fingers firmly about the base of the member. He moaned, falling slack against the floor and beginning to absolutely writhe for me. It brought a smile to my face, the fact that I had the ability to so easily control him. I felt like a damned puppet master, and the girth in my hand was the only string I needed.

“I- I’m close…” he whimpered.

Of course he was. I watched with a grin - pounding into him, stroking the warmth in time with my thrusts – as he lifted one hand to his lips, biting softly into his knuckle. Gorgeous, he was; face flushed and contorted into an expression of absolute blissful agony. It wasn’t much longer before he cried out, whimpering my name as he reached his climax, stickiness spilling over his stomach and over my own hand, which continued to stroke him to the very end.

I suppose I wasn’t exactly expected the contraction of his muscles, how tense and tight they seemed to suddenly become. I faltered, eyes wide, gasping and uttering a surprised cry as his entrance tightened unbearably around me, coaxing out my own orgasm, spilling into his body with a wracking shiver.

I collapsed beside him on the practice mats of the sparring room floor, staring up to the ceiling. I couldn’t think for a few moments, not clearly anyway. The only thoughts that flitted randomly through my lust-addled mind were things such as ‘Oh god,’ and ‘Was it supposed to be that good?’

Frightened as I admit I suddenly was, I wrapped my arms possessively around his shoulders as he rolled a short while later, one arm moving to drape over my own waist. No words were needed for a long time, though both of us knew what was going through the other’s mind. Yet, always the pessimist, Kenshin lifted his head to stare up at me, violet eyes wide, brimmed with tears, ready to weep.

“Sano – do you love me?”

I gazed back down at him, my own eyes wide at the question. How could he ask such a thing of me? How could he be so perceptive and yet so blind? Had he been taking up residence under a rock for the past few months? I offered him a smug smirk nonetheless, laughing shortly.

“Hn… well, isn’t that obvious?”

*~* Owari *~*