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Saito woke to the midmorning sun in his face; his right shoulder aching and his left arm asleep. He slowly reached over to the side of the futon and snagged a cigarette out of the package with his right hand. The movement was still enough to jolt Kenshin out of the deep sleep he had been in and for him to grab for his sword.
"If that's how you're going to react every time I want to have a cigarette, I don't think we should keep our weapons this close to the futon." Saito said with a smirk; flexing his fingers to try to get rid of the pins and needles.
Kenshin set his sword back down with a short laugh and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "You are such a bastard. How's your shoulder?"
"It aches, like most injuries do." Saito answered picking up a match and lighting it. He lit the cigarette and took in a deep breath, blowing the smoke towards the ceiling. Kenshin glanced around the room at the mess they had left last night.
"We should clean this up and take a look at your shoulder just in case. I wasn't at my best last night."
Kenshin stood up and set about cleaning up the mess. He dumped the bloody water outside first, shuddering slightly when he was out of Saito's line of sight. He knew it would take time to get over that nightmare.
Saito was still laying where he had left him when he came back in with some clean water. He set the water next to Saito and took out some fresh bandages before replacing the rest of the supplies back in the box. Saito lit another cigarette and continued to watch him.
"You have blood on your clothes." He said quietly, making Kenshin take a look at his kimono. There was blood soaked into the sleeves and smeared across the front. The feeling of blood drenched clothes returned and Kenshin wrenched his kimono from his hakama. "Stop. Leave them on."
Kenshin froze at the suddenly sharp tone. His hands shook as he let go of his clothes and he took a few shaky breaths. Saito said nothing for a few moments, just studied him.
"Come here." Saito ordered crushing his cigarette and reaching for Kenshin. Kenshin took his hand and allowed himself to be dragged on top of Saito. Saito dragged him up until he was straddling his waist and then pulled him down for a kiss that was just as rough as the last one they shared the night before. Kenshin groaned into the kiss; he was panting as they pulled apart. "Forget about the nightmare Kenshin. You have my blood on your skin because you were helping me, not killing me. Now get down here and I'll stain your skin red like we did before."
"We shouldn't. Your shoulder…"
"Is sore, nothing more." Saito grabbed the hair at the base of Kenshin's skull with his right hand to prove his point and yanked him back down into another kiss. Kenshin felt Saito getting hard beneath him and ground down on him. They both groaned at the sensation. Saito released Kenshin's hair and tugged on his loose clothes. "Off. Now."
Kenshin sat up and arched an eyebrow at Saito. "You're quite demanding for someone who had several pieces of wood pulled out of their shoulder last night. You know that you aren't supposed to do anything that could rip those stitches out."
Saito grabbed Kenshin around the throat with his left hand, squeezing just hard enough to startle Kenshin and rolled them over. Kenshin's legs wrapped around Saito's waist and Saito pressed him into the futon. "You'll just have to stitch me back up if they do rip. For now…You. Are. Mine."
Saito released his hold on Kenshin's neck and quickly stripped them both of their clothes. He leaned down and nipped at Kenshin's neck, applying just enough pressure with his teeth to leave behind red marks. Kenshin groaned and tilted his head back; his hands reflexively going to grip Saito's shoulders. Saito let out a small hiss of discomfort when Kenshin's hand pressed down on the stitches. Kenshin released Saito's right shoulder and grabbed the hair at the base of his skull to pull him up for a rough kiss. Saito growled as Kenshin bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood.
"In me. Now." Kenshin demanded pressing up into Saito's groin. Saito reached up to the head of the futon and found the bottle of oil; tipping it over in his hurry to coat his fingers. Saito pressed two fingers into Kenshin's hole, taking very little time to stretch him open. Kenshin released his grip on the back of Saito's neck and ran his hand through the spilled oil, bringing his hand down to coat Saito's cock the best he could. "Enough Saito! Fuck me now!"
Saito pulled his fingers free and slowly pressed into Kenshin's body, making sure to run the entire length of his cock against Kenshin's prostate. Kenshin arched against him at the sensation; begging with his entire body for more. Saito pulled out and thrust in again hard, pushing Kenshin across the futon with each thrust. Kenshin grabbed his right shoulder again and Saito pulled out of him. Kenshin groaned at the empty feeling.
"Ride me." Saito growled pulling Kenshin on top of him as he rolled onto his back. Kenshin settled over Saito's cock and impaled himself slowly. Kenshin used both hands to balance himself on Saito's chest as Saito thrust up into him; holding on tightly to Kenshin's hips. Kenshin leaned down and kissed Saito hard enough to make his lip bleed again. The taste of blood on both of their lips was enough to send them both over the edge. Saito came deep in Kenshin's body and Kenshin all over Saito's chest.
Kenshin slumped forward, completely boneless. He pressed his face against Saito's neck and just breathed in Saito's scent. Saito wrapped his left arm around Kenshin and ran his hand up and down his back. After a few minutes Kenshin sat up and stared down at Saito with a smile.
"I guess we really have to clean up now." Kenshin said gesturing to the spilled oil and cum all over both of their chests. Saito felt himself soften enough to slip out of Kenshin and they both felt the cum drip down onto both their thighs. Kenshin made a face at the feeling and Saito smirked. "And then I should head back to the dojo. Everybody will be worried."
The smirk left Saito's face quickly at that. He pulled Kenshin close and kissed him almost tenderly. Kenshin relaxed into the kiss. Saito pulled back with a small sigh. Kenshin stood up and grabbed a clean cloth to soak in the bucket of water. He tossed it at Saito when he finished wiping himself off.
"You could stay here." Saito said quietly as he sat up and wiped of his chest. He glanced up at Kenshin when he froze at Saito's words. "You don't have nightmares when you stay here."
"Are you asking me to stay for a short time or are you asking me to stay forever?" Kenshin asked his heart pounding in his chest. Right now he didn't think he could leave Saito even if he wanted to leave him. Saito raised an eyebrow at him and held out his hand. Kenshin took it and found himself held tight against Saito's body in a heartbeat.
"Forever if you'll have me." Saito whispered kissing Kenshin gently.
"Forever it is."