Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ A Certain Clarity ❯ 1 ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Title: A Certain Clarity (1/30)

Author: Franzi Dickson

E-mail: fdickson@ix.netcom.com

Archive: The SxSAS Archive, fanfiction.net and others (eventually). If
you want it on your site, just ask.

Rating: NC-17 for wet dreams, sex, drugs, violence and other badness.

Warnings: m/m sex, lemon, assorted bad things in this part and future
ones

Disclaimer: They don't belong to me. I'm just doing bad things with
them. Don't sue me.

Author's Notes:

1. If you want to read the rest of the story and I haven't put it up
yet, you can find it on the SxSAS list on yahoo groups.

2. This was my first fanfic ever. Yes, I feel like bragging. I'm a bad
person that way.

The sound of a light footfall makes him pause over his reading. The
police station should be deserted at this hour. He is the only one
dedicated or foolish enough to stay this late. He tenses slightly; one
of the younger constables must have returned to collect a forgotten
piece of paperwork, but still it is odd. There is a rustle of fabric
and then a hollow sound, a yelp and a quiet curse. He regards the
doorway warily as a rather sheepish looking young man steps through it
and stands there massaging his shin with his opposite foot. He
relaxes; this idiot is not a threat, though he will undoubtedly prove
an annoyance and a distraction. "Ahou, what are you doing tripping
over furniture in *my* police station?" he inquires. The youth doesn't
answer, just saunters over to the desk with that stupid grin on his
face. Now he's going to stop and perch on the desk, disarranging the
neat piles of papers, the older man thinks, but strangely he doesn't.
Instead, he moves around the desk to stand directly behind the police
man. What game is the young idiot playing now? No matter, he is too
busy to bother with whatever it is. "There is a perfectly good chair
over..." He gestures and then freezes as the younger man's hands come
down on his shoulders, fingers kneading the tense flesh. "My, my;
overworking ourselves again are we, old man?" The breath is moist and
warm against his ear and the voice seems somehow deeper than it
should. The tongue traces the rim of his ear and he is choking on his
own breath, unable to move, unable even to turn his head to see if
this midnight apparition is real. The caressing hands move lower to
toy with the buttons on his jacket and then his belt. His breathing is
shallow as the boy turns his chair and he watches, detached, as he is
bared by those swift hands, almost surprised to find himself so ready.

Hot lips engulf him and he is falling, exploding. The chair groans
under his white knuckled grip, or was that sound his? He can't be
sure. He throws back his head and howls. The wood grain on the ceiling
zooms toward him in the dimness, each of its whorls imprinting itself
upon his brain and the world is noise and light. The youth stands then
and the older man can see that he too is ready, but he is laughing and
it is horrible laughter and his mouth opens in a dead scream and pours
forth blood and filth and the police station dissolves around them and
he follows the pieces of his office down into the sea of blood. He
tries to call out to the figure above him, but he is so heavy and he
is falling, clawing at the red fabric, liquid, fabric that ensnares
him and he is falling.

Saitou awoke with a start to find himself slumped over his desk. Damn!
The same god damn dream again! He pried himself off of his notes with
difficulty and discovered that his arm was asleep where he had pinned
it under him in his sleep. He sat back in his chair massaging its limp
weight. His sleeping hand felt puffy and dead under his normal one.
Disgusting. He would really have to get out of the office earlier. He
supposed he should just give in to the inevitable and move a cot in
here, but he hadn't quite had the heart to do so yet. He sighed and
massaged the bridge of his nose with his good hand. Maybe he should
just go home and get some real sleep, free of disturbing dreams and...

The door slammed open. "Fujita-san! The ODs! They've found another