Warning! This is NC-17! If you're not of age/maturity level, don't read! I own nothing here... except Naoki... And I mean the real life Naoki. He's mine. Property of Miss Sprink. Maybe I should tattoo that on him somewhere...?

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By Sprink

Insomnia again.

Naoki rounded the corner of the servant's quarters. He always had a horrible time getting to sleep in a new place. Three days ago he had been bought by the lord and lady of this estate, and he had yet to be called to either of their bedchambers. That was what was also keeping him awake. He was told by another concubine that it was his night to be chosen... but, when it came time for one of them to go to the lord and lady, he was once again not chosen.

He glanced around him as the full moon came out from behind a rain cloud and illuminated the courtyard. It had looked like rain all day, but the clouds didn't spill their tears until after supper. Now, a light mist covered the earth, sometimes accompanied by a short sprinkling from the patchy clouds.

Naoki sighed, tucking a lock of shoulder-length brown hair that had fallen from his ponytail behind his ear. He wasn't tired at all, and it was nearly midnight. At this rate, he wasn't going to sleep at all. He dodged around a few leftover puddles, enjoying the extra heat from the day.

He snapped his gaze from the ground at his feet when he heard something softly hit several steps in front of him, behind a small grouping of trees. Through the fog he saw what looked like a man with a shock of red hair pulled into a high ponytail.

Oh my gods, Naoki thought as he padded softly to the stranger.

"Are you okay?" he asked, setting his hand on the man's shoulder.

Not so much man as boy, Naoki thought, looking closer. A beautiful boy. Fire-red hair, soft as silk. Pale, unmarred skin. Clear, violet eyes... His thoughts stopped as realization hit him.

"Battousai..." he whispered, taking a step back. Naoki fell to his knees. "Please, not again. These are good people, not like my last master."

"You," the hitokiri whispered, coming to his feet. "I remember you. I spared you last time. Why should I do so again?"

"My master is good..." Naoki sobbed quietly, remembering the pain the Isshin Shishi caused three months ago at his last home. "Please... don't let me be alone again..."

"Lonely, little concubine?" The assassin stepped to the kneeling boy and lifted Naoki's chin.

Soft brown eyes pleaded for his life, for the lives of those he'd started to call family, for... companionship? Tears tracked their way over pale cheeks before collecting at a softly pointed chin and falling into oblivion. A lifetime of loneliness reflected in Naoki's eyes.

"Yes." An entire twenty-one years of pain resided in Naoki's response. "I am lonely."

"I, too, am lonely." The assassin squatted down to eye level with Naoki. "You are so innocent. Perhaps we could strike a bargain for your life?"

Naoki stiffened. "What kind of bargain?"

"One to benefit us both," the hitokiri replied, placing a hand on Naoki's cheek.

"I... I don't understand..." He averted his eyes shyly.

"I think you do," the assassin breathed across parted lips before pressing closer into a kiss.

Naoki's breath caught in his throat. His cheeks flushed. His eyes fluttered shut. Petal soft lips ghosted over his own, rhythmically applying gentle force. A warm, moist tongue flickered over his lips, seeking admittance.

"Oh gods..." Naoki moaned.

The battousai pressed his advantage, thrusting his tongue roughly into Naoki's mouth. He caressed the concubine's tongue with his own, causing the man to moan again.

Naoki's nerves were on fire. The sensations the red-haired demon were causing made his head spin. He barely noticed when the back of his head rested on the soft, still damn grass. It didn't register at all that his shirt was undone until he felt silken hair brush over his chest. The assassin pulled away from the other man's lips to begin a trek across a cheekbone.

"Your name," Naoki gasped when he felt sharp teeth gently pull on his earlobe.

"What?"

Gods, even his breathing is sexy, Naoki thought. "Your name," Naoki repeated, panting. "Before we do this, I need to know your name."

"I've been called many things," the battousai breathed, grazing his teeth down Naoki's neck. "You can call me Kenshin."

"Mmm, Kenshin," Naoki moaned as the crimson-haired one began nibbling his way down the prone man's chest, his hands working at the ties on Naoki's pants.

Kenshin shifted from between Naoki's legs, keeping his lips moving over the taut muscles of the man's abdomen. His skilled hands removed Naoki's pants, leaving his heated flesh exposed to the moist, warm air. Kenshin moved again, returning to the space between the concubine's legs. He flicked his tongue over exposed hipbones, purposefully avoiding the erection bobbing by his cheek with each of Naoki's ragged breaths.

"Please," Naoki breathed. "Please don't tease me. I need..."

Kenshin shushed him with a finger, then placed his hand gently on Naoki, moving his hand slowly in preparation of what was to come. The brunette shuddered at the contact and groaned Kenshin's name when the younger man engulfed the head of his erection. Kenshin's mouth was as warm and wet as it should be as he slid his lips slowly up and down the gasping man. Naoki's brain ceased working. If his senses were on fire before, they were incinerating as the scarlet-haired man worked his erection with a choreography of tongue and teeth. Kenshin sucked. He ran the rough of his tongue over the head. He grazed teeth down the shaft. He took as much of it as he could and sucked. He bobbed his head, running his lips over the saliva-slick skin. Naoki shuddered, his hips moving on their own, thrusting him into the willing mouth of one of the most dangerous men in the country.

And in what seemed like a few seconds, it was over. With a shudder and a shallow thrust, Naoki climaxed into the waiting mouth of the hitokiri.

Naoki blinked, barely noticing Kenshin's shift in position. He wasn't noticing much of anything until he felt a fingertip brush his nether region. His eyes snapped open as the cold, slick fingertip pushed its way past the ring of muscle. Slick? Naoki thought. Where did he...? His eyes moved from Kenshin's face to the hand moving slowly between the redhead's legs. He watched Kenshin remove his hand from his erection and spit the remains of Naoki's climax into the palm. The hand returned to Kenshin's erection, covering it in semen as a second finger joined the first inside Naoki.

The brunette took a deep breath, forcing his internal muscles to relax. Once they did, he felt Kenshin's fingers slip deeper, brushing against that spot within him. Lights danced over his vision, his nerves still ablaze from his recent orgasm.

After brushing his fingers over Naoki's prostate a couple more times, Kenshin removed his fingers, placing his erection against Naoki's entrance.

"This will hurt," Kenshin leaned towards Naoki's face to whisper. "I do not have the proper oils to ease the passage..."

Naoki's shushed him with a look. "I want you to fuck me."

The assassin blinked briefly, caught off guard by the bluntness of the man below him. His body, however, was not. He slowly pushed himself forward until he was fully seated in the concubine. Kenshin sighed. It had been too long since he's last found pleasure.

Naoki squeezed his eyes shut. He forgot just how much this hurt without proper preparation. The erection caused by Kenshin's skilled fingers playing inside him began to flag with the pain. He had to focus on keeping his muscles relaxed, lest he hurt Kenshin too.

Kenshin began to move slowly, Naoki's release easing his passage more and more with each slow thrust. He noticed the look of discomfort on the brunette's face and took Naoki's softening erection in hand. Naoki almost jumped at the contact, feeling the scarlet haired assassin's cool, slightly calloused hand move in a counterpoint to his thrusting. Point and counterpoint moving slowly, almost lazily, in sync with each other began to renew Naoki's erection until it had returned in full force.

Kenshin smiled slightly, enjoying watching the emotions of pain-tinged pleasure flow across the other man's face. Without further warning, he lifted Naoki's legs, resting them on his shoulders. The shift in position allowed the man to occasionally brush against Naoki's prostate, creating a third note in each measured feeling of movement.

They moved together, a dance as old as time itself. Kenshin's thrusting was becoming faster; Naoki meeting each movement into him with a lifting of his hips. Kenshin gripped the concubine's thighs harder, the journey toward release nearing the end.

Naoki's senses were overloaded. He felt Kenshin's speed increase again, bringing both of them closer to climax. He repeated Kenshin's name like a mantra, interspersing it with pleas to various gods. He squeezed his eyes shut, focusing only on the sensations rocking his body. He wanted it to end. He never wanted it to end. Every thought burned to a pinprick of pleasure. He heard Kenshin's ragged groan, followed by feeling the redhead's release. Kenshin's hand didn't stop moving over Naoki's erection, and the feeling of the assassin's release coupled with his intimate caresses drove the brunette to climax. Stars exploded. Galaxies collapsed. The universe became a tiny point of light.

Then it was over. Naoki rested his head against the ground again. He felt Kenshin pull out of him and gently lay over him. Naoki sighed contentedly, feeling much less alone than earlier in the evening. He felt that as long as he stayed there, everything would be right in the world. He closed his eyes, giving in to the sleep tugging at his overworked senses.

Disclaimer: Rurouni Kenshin is property of N. Watsuki/Shueisha, Fuji-TV, SME Visual Works Inc., AnimeWorks, and they're affiliates. Characters are used without permission, and no profit is being made. This is just my little way of showing them all just how much I luv their characters. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. ^_^