[Gintama] Love's Redemption
Title: Love's Redemption
Rating: NC-17
Genre: drama/romance/angst/humor
Pairing: HijiOki
Warning: violence
Chapter: 8/?
Summary: In order to gain forgiveness and erase his own guilt Hijikata made an agreement with Okita who was still blaming him for Mitsuba's death. He expected pain, humiliation, even death. But Hijikata never expected love.
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A/N: Very sorry for the delay. I've been meaning to post a few weeks ago, but some things always came up -___- Anyway, this version is rated NC-17. If you're not into OkiHiji, then just skip to the end of the 3rd part of the chapter ^^ Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Gintama.
Love Redemption
Okita thought he’d enjoy it. He thought the look of fear on Hijikata’s face would soothe his wounded pride a little. What he didn’t expect was excitement, eagerness to carry out the threat. It bothered him greatly. He tried to distract himself with thinking of the many ways he could hurt not only the vice commander’s physique, but also his mind. But that didn’t last too long. Soon, it was replaced by just the simple desire of being with Hijikata, taking him, being pleasured by him, and pleasuring him in return.
Of course he didn’t let it show. After their little conversation, he had refused to talk to Hijikata again. Kondou had tried to encourage reconciliation, but the problem had been solved. They had reached an agreement. Okita just refused to talk or do carry it out for now.
He could tell that Hijikata was nervous. The dark-haired man had been smoking and snapping at random people more than usual. In normal circumstances, Okita would mock and aggravate him, but he figured that this time, silence could be the best form of provocation. He let the man stew in apprehension while silently berating himself for his loss of control. What was wrong with him? He used to despise that man! How could just one night of mistake change his mind so drastically?
Okita never thought of himself as the sort of person who could easily be influenced by sex. It was just a matter of meeting physical needs, nothing more. Just like when he was at work, he put his feelings aside when he was in the company of women. So, how did a night with Hijikata affect him so? Was it because he knew Hijikata personally? Was it because of Hijikata’s claim that he cared? Was it because that was Hijikata, a man he tried to surpass, a man he had fought side-by-side with, a man who had his back on life threatening situations?
No. It wasn’t about Hijikata at all. Okita couldn’t care less about him. He shouldn’t. He was an enemy, a man to hate and despise. It must be something else. Maybe because it was Okita’s first time being with a man. It was something new, something that had never occurred to him before. He was just confused. Yes, that was it. He was just confused.
It was that thought that had driven Okita to a seedy part of the city on his day off today. He had never been here before, but he knew it was famous for a particular kind of prostitution. Hijikata must have expected him to fulfill his threat today since it was their day off. Unfortunately for him, Okita had other plans. He would have to wait a little more. Okita needed to get his head straight. He didn’t want to face Hijikata like this.
The young man was cute. He was maybe just a little older than Okita himself. He had dark hair and eyes, and a boyish look, and was cleaner than most male Okita had seen in the alley so far. He smirked smugly when Okita approached him, mentioned an amount of money that Okita quickly agreed to, and led him to a darkened and deserted corner.
Not surprisingly, he was good, a professional. Okita could barely stop snapping his hips when he was engulfed in warm, moist mouth. The captain sighed softly, enjoying the familiar sensation while burying his fingers in thick dark hair of his paid lover. This part wasn’t so different from when he was with a woman, except that if he looked down he would see a masculine face instead of a feminine one. Okita grunted softly, leaking profusely into the eager mouth, when mischievous eyes looked up to him. He loved it when they did that.
“Enough.” He commanded, and shuddered when cold night air hit his sensitive manhood.
A tube was handed to him before the young man undid the bottom of his hakama and switched position with him, bracing himself against the wall. “You know what to do, don’t you?” He taunted with a seductive look thrown over his shoulder.
“Of course.” The memory of the night he spent with Hijikata was still fresh in his mind, replayed many more times than he liked to admit. It’s time to make new memory.
It was hot and soft, also tighter than he had imagined. No wonder Hijikata had enjoyed himself. The lack of curves was something new, but not as disturbing as he thought it would be. The whore’s skin was soft, almost like a woman’s. Somehow Okita worked up the courage to wrap his fingers around the whore’s hardness. It was weird at first, but he quickly forgot about that as his control dissolved and he snapped his hips faster. Okita frowned and leaned his head on the stranger’s shoulder as he felt his peak nearing, too quickly for his liking. He had to work on that.
He lasted longer than Hijikata did, Okita thought smugly. He gave the sated young man a little more than he promised, pleased with their exchange. Okita left the alley as quietly as he entered. He didn’t look back, but he knew he’d make a return.
***
Hijikata watched Okita like a hawk, had been for a few weeks now. The captain was acting nonchalant, like nothing had happened, when that couldn’t be more untrue. Something had happened; something that he had hoped Okita would voluntarily stop on his own but didn’t. Hijikata had tried to keep quiet, but his patience was limited. He had to speak with Okita.
Kondou was delighted when Hijikata ask to be partnered with Okita for their morning patrol. Hijikata doubted he would be if he knew the vice commander’s real intention and the situation that led to it. It was better for Kondou to keep believing that there was a possibility of some kind of reconciliation or a truce between Hijikata and Okita.
The captain barely lifted an eyebrow when Hijikata climbed into the driver’s seat next to him, but it was obvious from his lingering gaze that he didn’t expect that. Okita looked away as they drove away from the headquarter and didn’t speak, focused on watching the city for possible crimes. Hijikata waited, smoking heavily and constantly fidgeting in his seat, hoping to draw a response from Okita. Unfortunately, the captain didn’t even seem to notice, and soon Hijikata really lost his patience.
“I know where you went last night!” He barked, turning his frustration to Okita.
Finally, Okita looked at him. His face was passive as he answered. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He lied.
His calmness infuriated Hijikata even more. “I know where you’ve been going many times these past few weeks!” He finally shouted.
Okita tilted his head to the side, unprovoked. “So you’ve stalked me.”
Hijikata’s face flushed in anger and embarrassment. “I didn’t!”
“Of course, you did.”
“No, I-That’s not what we’re talking about!” Hijikata yelled, realizing that he had slowly gone off track. He wasn’t about to start an argument about stalking. That’s not the issue he wanted to talk about. What he wanted to talk about was…
“What are we talking about, anyway, Hijikata-san?”
“I know you’ve been buying male prostitutes!”
The silence in the car was deafening. Hijikata was suddenly acutely aware that Okita’s sword and bazooka were within his reach. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. How could he defend himself while being trapped in a tiny car? He had been prepared to have an argument (he knew himself and Okita well, he knew they would have argument) but he didn’t want to anger Okita like this. Hadn’t he learnt from their fight a few weeks ago? Okita didn’t mind killing him. His previous attempts had been jokes, violent as they might be, but now Okita certainly had all the right reasons to stop fooling around with his attempt for Hijikata’s life.
Okita shrugged. “I don’t see how that’s your problem.”
“That’s a crime!”
“I’ve bought female prostitutes before. Many Shinsengumi have, you included.”
“He’s a man!”
“I’m a man, too, and you slept with me.”
Hijikata sputtered, losing the argument as soon as he started it. He should’ve prepared things he wanted to say. He should’ve realized Okita always outsmart him when it came to verbal sparring. Hijikata gritted his teeth. He couldn’t give up so soon. “What would people think if they know about that?”
“About you sleeping with me or the prostitutes?”
“The prostitutes!” Hijikata yelled, annoyed. He took a long drag of his cigarette to calm himself. Now they’re on the right track. He couldn’t lose it again. “If people know about it, you’ll get in trouble. You could get fired and sent to jail! And there’s only so much Kondou-san could do to protect you!”
Okita was quiet, thinking. Hijikata watched him from the corner of his eyes warily. He didn’t want to assume quickly that his warning had been heeded.
“Are you going to tell them?” Okita asked.
Hijikata looked at him a long time, trying to decide whether it was a challenge or just a simple question. He sighed when he failed to read Okita’s expression. “Of course not. But you shouldn’t be taking risks. People might hear about this.”
Okita shrugged and leaned back on his seat. “I guess I should go back to girls.”
Hijikata frowned in disapproval. He had hoped Okita would stop buying whores, male or female. Although being caught in the company of a female prostitute wasn’t as damaging as being caught with a male one, not being caught at all was still much better. “Are you so depraved?”
Okita glanced at him, undaunted. “Not all of us would settle for our hands.”
“Can’t you get a girlfriend or something?” Hijikata asked, exasperated.
“I’d rather not.”
Honestly Hijikata could understand why. He had never really been in a relationship. The only time he came close to knowing what being in a ‘relationship’ was like, was when Okita demanded to go on dates with him, and those dates hadn’t ended well. Real relationship, from what he understood as an outsider, required a lot of effort that Shinsengumi members couldn’t fully provide. He knew many stories about his friends being dumped by their girlfriends for choosing dangerous line of work over safe domesticated lifestyle. He couldn’t blame those women, just as he couldn’t blame Okita for not wanting to bother to try. Hijikata sighed.
“I guess I can pay some girl to pretend to be my girlfriend.”
“Sougo!”
Okita gave him a somber look. “Well, what alternative do you have in mind, Hijikata-san?”
Hijikata raked his brain for answer. He wished Okita would just stop, but that was too easy. Of course, there should be some kind of replacement. A replacement he hadn’t prepared for. Hijikata frowned when only one solution came to his mind. “Me. You could use me.”
“Who’s the depraved one now?”
“Shut up!” Hijikata yelled. He growled when he realized his hands were slightly shaking and gripped the steering wheel tighter. “Didn’t we have that deal? Why did you have to go look for male prostitutes?”
Okita cocked an eyebrow, looking infuriatingly smug. “I didn’t know you’re looking forward to sleeping with me.”
“I am not!” Hijikata denied. “I’m just saying that it’s safer than going off to sleep with random strangers!” And better, perhaps? The pleasure he felt when he was with Okita was certainly intense, although he couldn’t speak for the captain. He must’ve hurt him.
Okita blinked, considering his appeal. “Are you saying I can sleep with you whenever I want to?”
Hijikata was ready to say no. Of course he didn’t mean whenever Okita wanted to. He only promised one time! But would once be enough to stave his lust until he finds a suitable long-term lover? Of course not. Hijikata bit his tongue and nodded.
Okita nodded, satisfied. “Good. I want it now.”
Hijikata sputtered and nearly swallowed his cigarette. “Now?”
“Yes, now.” Okita confirmed.
“Are you out of your mind? We’re on duty!” Hijikata protested.
Okita looked at him, clearly not listening to his objection. “You promised.” He said. There was a glimmer in his eyes that told Hijikata that this was more of a test than an actually need to stave off physical needs.
Hijikata growled and looked away. “Idiot! What if there’s an emergency? We’re working now! We should…”
“We could do it in the car. That way could be contacted in case of emergency.” Okita suggested calmly. Far too calmly for Hijikata’s liking.
“Are you crazy?” Hijikata bellowed. Not even in a hotel? Not that Hijikata wanted to risk being seen asking for a room with Okita while both of them were in uniform. But, still. In the patrol car? Okita was definitely crazy.
“I know places where we won’t be seen.” Okita continued, still not paying attention to Hijikata’s protests.
“How could people miss a patrol car?” Hijikata grumbled, turning his attention back to the street ahead. From the corner of his eye, he could see that Okita was watching him. He sighed heavily. “Show me the way.”
***
“It’s too cramped here!” Hijikata protested when he bumped his head against the door.
Okita characteristically ignored his pain. “Just fold yourself a little Hijikata-san. Are you sure you’re not gaining weight?” He asked as he settled on top of the vice-commander. He, too, was having some problem but wasn’t as vocal about it as Hijikata was.
Hijikata growled. With his position laying down on the backseat with Okita on top of him, the only way to be slightly comfortable was by bending his legs so they tightly flanked Okita’s hips. He wondered how they’re going to be able to undress at all. They could barely move as they were!
“See? Better, right?”
Hijikata glowered at the face above him although he couldn’t clearly see it. Okita had led them to an abandoned tunnel in the edge of the city. It was quiet, and mercifully far from any neighborhoods. The chances of being seen here was low, but not non-existent. Hijikata was paranoid enough to keep looking behind them on the way here to check whether they had been seen or, worse, followed, but had seen nothing. Although, he could always miss something. What if he had missed something?
“Sougo, this is a stupid idea!”
“It’s an excellent idea.” Okita replied, pressing the bulge on his trousers on Hijikata’s crotch.
The dark-haired man’s eyes widened. So Okita was really serious about this. He squirmed in discomfort but stopped when he realized that he was only arousing Okita further. “Idiot.” He muttered, face burning in embarrassment. And perhaps slight arousal? Hijikata could feel himself responding to the stimulation.
“Mmhmm.” Okita hummed, not caring about the insult. He lowered his face slowly until his hot breath was caressing Hijikata’s face.
“What?” Hijikata snapped to hide his nervousness.
“You’re not cute.” Okita commented. Before Hijikata could say anything back, he kissed the older male.
Hijikata gasped when Okita’s tongue invaded his mouth. His too-vivid recollection of the night he slept with Okita told him that the boy hadn’t been this active. Hijikata groaned when Okita kissed him skillfully, tongue teasing him, arousing him, stealing his breath away. His hands weren’t idle, either. The vice-commander could feel them wandering on his body, stroking down his sides. He jerked a little when a hand slipped under his uniform and fingertips tickled his abdomen. At the same time Okita’s free hand slid between Hijikata’s body and the cushion to grope his ass. Hijikata arched his back and moaned into the sandy-haired youth’s mouth as his cheek was squeezed. His lust sky-rocketed. A stray thought crossed his mind just then. So this is how it’s done.
Okita broke the kiss to pepper small kisses on Hijikata’s jaw. His hand changed direction, sliding down from Hijikata’s abdomen to cup his growing erection. He made a small snort when Hijikata’s hips jerked up into his hand.
“Enjoying yourself?”
Hijikata’s face burnt from arousal and embarrassment. “Shut up.” He growled.
For once, Okita actually obeyed because he was busy undoing Hijikata’s trousers. Hijikata sighed when Okita’s long fingers slipped into his underwear and wrapped around his hardness, and pushed up into the loose fist. The captain obeyed his unspoken request and moved his hand up and down slowly while his unoccupied hand rolled Hijikata’s balls.
“Hey, Hijikata-san.” Okita said breathlessly.
Hijikata hadn’t realized he had closed his eyes until he opened them again and saw Okita’s face hovering so close above him. “Hmm?” He moaned when Okita’s thumb dipped into his tip. The friction of skin against skin was smoother now since his pre-cum flowed heavily. And he couldn’t even bring himself to feel embarrassed about it anymore.
“Touch me, too.” Okita demanded. He brought one of Hijikata’s hands which had been clutching the cushion all along, to his trouser.
Return the favor. Of course. Hijikata undid Okita’s trousers and was a little surprised when he didn’t encounter any form of undergarment. Had he been preparing for this?
He couldn’t continue the line of thought because Okita did a little trick on his member. Hijikata moaned, pushed the offending trousers down Okita’s hips and grasped the captain. He must’ve smiled a little or something when Okita gasped because then he bit his neck. He barely registered Okita struggling to push both their trousers down lower (and his own assistance), only caring when Okita removed his hand from Hijikata’s member and guided his hand to wrap around both of their erections. Hijikata moaned loudly. There was something electrifying about the way their lengths slid and rubbed against each other. Any more noise was then captured by Okita’s eager mouth, and this time Hijikata did his best to sloppily kiss back.
At some point, both of Hijikata’s hands slid around Okita’s hips. He hesitated, but then slowly cupped the captain’s smooth ass. His initiative was rewarded when the youth grinded their hips together. His eyes rolled back in his head while Okita nip and bit his neck. He gasped for breath, mouth dry and unable to speak his burning desire.
“I want to…” Okita began but didn’t continue. Hijikata peered down, too distracted to ask or help when Okita hastily undid his uniform, ripping some button off in the process. His back arched sharply when hot mouth closed around his nipple. His eyes were wide open but unseeing when Okita’s tongue flicked back and forth rapidly on the bud. Hijikata groaned when cool air hit his wet nipple, but his misery didn’t last long as Okita’s mouth quickly latched onto the other bud to give it the same delicious treatment.
“Sougo. Sougo. Oh, Sougo.” He gasped. Come on. Just a little more. Just a little more.
Okita grunted. Hijikata couldn’t tell whether it’s from the discomfort of staying in the strange position for long or something else, and couldn’t ask. He tightened his grip on Okita when the youth tried to pull away.
“Wait.” Okita said, his voice strained. It pleased Hijikata when he noted that Okita was affected enough to not say anything sarcastic. He let go and then helped Okita remove their clothes. Was it stupid to get naked when they were in public? Definitely. But right now, neither of them cared.
Hijikata licked his dry lips. His hands twitched with the desire to relief some of his tension. His erection was jutting proudly between his legs, covered by both his and Okita’s pre cum, looking like it was ready to burst at any moment. Hijikata moaned softly, drawing the boy’s heated gaze toward him.
“Touch yourself.” Okita whispered, his voice heavy with desire. “Show me how you do it when you’re alone.”
Hijikata wanted to say that he rarely did it at all, but the decided that it wasn’t important. He bit his lip, face flaming, and slowly gripped his throbbing length. He closed his eyes so he could pretend that the heavy breaths were all his own, and moved his hand slowly. In his mind he pictured himself on top of Okita, caressing the boy’s smooth body, preparing him with his teasing fingers first, and making him beg. Hijikata sighed softly as he imagined himself worshipping that body with his mouth and tongue. And then he’d settle between Okita’s spread legs and slowly breach the boy, encasing himself in molten heat…
Hijikata started when cool finger touched his opening and opened his eyes. “What the…”
He couldn’t finish because suddenly Okita covered his mouth with his own. His hand stilled, his body tensed when he felt the finger continue to circle his hole. Okita broke the kiss to whisper ‘keep going’ before claiming his lips again. Somehow, despite dread and nervousness, Hijikata managed to obey.
Okita didn’t just push his finger up Hijikata’s ass. Instead he teased patiently, circling lubricated finger around the twitching hole endlessly until Hijikata couldn’t help but moan and canted his hips up. Only then Okita slowly pressed the digit in. He paused when the taller male winced in pain. He didn’t apologize or soothe him, but he trailed kisses down his neck until he could latch his mouth on Hijikata’s nipple again. When pleasure relaxed the vice-commander, he pushed deeper and deeper until he couldn’t push any deeper.
“Dammit, Sougo.” Hijikata hissed. He threw his head back, moaning, when Okita curled his finger. His erection twitched in his hand and more fluid came out of the tip. Hijikata grunted when Okita kept curling his finger, and pushed down on the youth’s hand. “Sougo…” He keened.
The second finger hurt, but Okita was a master of distraction and the pain disappeared soon, leaving smoldering pleasure behind to wash over Hijikata over and over again. Hijikata groaned, back arching, body tensing, at his limit already. He was going to come with Okita’s finger in him. But suddenly there was a strong pressure on the base of his erection, stopping his orgasm. He opened his eyes and glared at Okita.
“Don’t be so selfish, Hijikata-san.” Okita said, pulling his fingers out then wiping it on Hijikata’s uniform. He took a tube of lubrication from wherever he previously put it, then covered his erection with the viscous substance. He watched Hijikata’s eyes widened but didn’t comment. Instead, he threw the tube away and leaned down to settle between the vice-commander’s indecently spread legs.
Hijikata swallowed thickly, fear returning tenfold, but it was too late to back out now. It was far too late when he could feel Okita pressing against him teasingly. Instead of fighting, he tried to relax, knowing theoretically that it would hurt less that way.
But it still hurt. It still really, really hurt when Okita slowly thrust into him. Hijikata clawed the cushion and Okita’s back when he was entered, feeling like he was split into two. He gritted his teeth, waiting for the torture to end. Okita mercifully stopped after he was all the way in, letting Hijikata get used to him. He really doubted he could get used to it.
“You’ve gone soft.”
Hijikata glared at the breathless comment. Then he realized that Okita was referring to his flagging erection. He grunted and worked his way back to hardness, with much more difficulty than before. This seemed to satisfy Okita who put his legs over his shoulders and leaned down to give him a peck on the lips before pulling out and then pushing back in.
It hurt, really hurt, but not for long. Gradually, the pain became pleasure, and Hijikata didn’t have to try so hard to remain hard. Okita murmured something in approval when Hijikata pushed back, silently asking for more. The youth licked and bit his chest, lingering especially on his nipples, as he slowly picked up his speed, torturing Hijikata.
And then he showed Hijikata how it’s done properly, pulling back slightly then ramming back in. The older male was short on breath very soon. Dizzy with pleasure, he didn’t even realize that his head had banged against the door a few times. He moaned repeatedly, desperately trying to find purchase on Okita’s slick body. He bit his lip as he felt pleasure surging, centering on his hard manhood. He bucked his hips. Just a little more… Just a little…
Then Okita stopped.
As soon as he was done catching his breath, Hijikata glared murderously at the boy above him. He was going to protest when Okita began to move again slowly. He closed his eyes and moaned softly as pleasure returned. He grew louder and louder as, once again, Okita quickened his pace. Hijikata felt tingling all over his body, signaling his approaching orgasm. Blindly, he grasped Okita’s head to pull him down for a kiss. But just as their lips touched, and he was about to finally come, Okita stopped again.
This time, Hijikata saw a glimmer of cruelty amidst the desire in Okita’s eyes, before they kissed. He growled, tried to push the boy back, tried to rub his hardness on Okita’s belly, but it was useless. He bit Okita’s lip when the kiss ended, but he merely looked amused. A slap on Hijikata’s hand as it crept toward his hardness was enough to warn him to stay still as Okita did whatever he wished to.
Okita did again and again, stopping every time Hijikata was about to come, proving his skill and stamina among other things. The only signs of him being affected, except for the fact that Hijikata could feel his girth sliding in and out of him, was when he pulled out, holding the base of his erection tightly, as he caught his breath. And that was a torture in itself. Hijikata felt a sudden inexplicable urge to wrap his mouth around the erection. He moaned softly, hole clenching and unclenching invitingly. He wrapped his arms tightly around the captain when he thrust back in.
Hijikata was hard. So hard, it hurt. He was reduced to a panting and squirming mess beneath Okita. Every time the youth pushed in, he would push back weakly, hoping to somehow tempt him to let him come this time.
Hijikata groaned as Okita mouthed his neck, fisting a handful of sandy hair. “Come on,” he gasped. “Sougo. Let me come.”
He cried out when suddenly his shoulder was bitten. The noise, though, soon turned into something less decipherable as Okita drove into him over and over again without holding back. He threw his head back as he felt pleasure override his senses. His entire body tingled as it raced toward bliss. Then there were stars behind his eyelids, as he came hard, harder than he ever had before. His body shook, clenching and unclenching rapidly, as warm wetness continued to spurt onto their abs and Hijikata thought he might’ve died for a moment.
Okita followed a few seconds later with a muffled groan, his hips stilled as it pressed tightly against Hijikata’s ass. Hijikata made small noises as Okita continued to move languorously and sighed when the youth stopped and pulled out. Okita didn’t get very far, couldn’t with the very tiny space they were in, and ended up sprawled on top on Hijikata’s very sore, very sated body. For a moment, neither spoke as they tried to regain breath and mobility.
Absently, Hijikata caressed Okita’s damp back with trembling hands. It took him a while to come to his senses. He began to notice things like the silence surrounding them, the darkness, the fogged glasses, their nakedness, and not to mention the soreness in the lower half of his body. He frowned at the boy lying on top of him, who was still enjoying his post orgasmic bliss too much to realize other things. He thought of a scathing remark, something to express his displeasure of the situation, but Okita spoke first.
“We definitely should do that again.”
TBC
A/N: The next chapter may take a while to finish. I don't want to turn this into a plotless yaoi (which I can so easily do with this latest development) so I'm going to try to bring some plot and drama back. I'm not very good at drama and fluff so it may take a while for my muse to inspire me. Anyway, I had so much fun writing this chapter. I hope you had as much fun reading ^^ Please R&R
Rating: NC-17
Genre: drama/romance/angst/humor
Pairing: HijiOki
Warning: violence
Chapter: 8/?
Summary: In order to gain forgiveness and erase his own guilt Hijikata made an agreement with Okita who was still blaming him for Mitsuba's death. He expected pain, humiliation, even death. But Hijikata never expected love.
chapter 1 ~ chapter 2 ~ chapter 3 ~ chapter 4 ~ chapter 5 ~ chapter 6 ~ chapter 7
A/N: Very sorry for the delay. I've been meaning to post a few weeks ago, but some things always came up -___- Anyway, this version is rated NC-17. If you're not into OkiHiji, then just skip to the end of the 3rd part of the chapter ^^ Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Gintama.
Love Redemption
Okita thought he’d enjoy it. He thought the look of fear on Hijikata’s face would soothe his wounded pride a little. What he didn’t expect was excitement, eagerness to carry out the threat. It bothered him greatly. He tried to distract himself with thinking of the many ways he could hurt not only the vice commander’s physique, but also his mind. But that didn’t last too long. Soon, it was replaced by just the simple desire of being with Hijikata, taking him, being pleasured by him, and pleasuring him in return.
Of course he didn’t let it show. After their little conversation, he had refused to talk to Hijikata again. Kondou had tried to encourage reconciliation, but the problem had been solved. They had reached an agreement. Okita just refused to talk or do carry it out for now.
He could tell that Hijikata was nervous. The dark-haired man had been smoking and snapping at random people more than usual. In normal circumstances, Okita would mock and aggravate him, but he figured that this time, silence could be the best form of provocation. He let the man stew in apprehension while silently berating himself for his loss of control. What was wrong with him? He used to despise that man! How could just one night of mistake change his mind so drastically?
Okita never thought of himself as the sort of person who could easily be influenced by sex. It was just a matter of meeting physical needs, nothing more. Just like when he was at work, he put his feelings aside when he was in the company of women. So, how did a night with Hijikata affect him so? Was it because he knew Hijikata personally? Was it because of Hijikata’s claim that he cared? Was it because that was Hijikata, a man he tried to surpass, a man he had fought side-by-side with, a man who had his back on life threatening situations?
No. It wasn’t about Hijikata at all. Okita couldn’t care less about him. He shouldn’t. He was an enemy, a man to hate and despise. It must be something else. Maybe because it was Okita’s first time being with a man. It was something new, something that had never occurred to him before. He was just confused. Yes, that was it. He was just confused.
It was that thought that had driven Okita to a seedy part of the city on his day off today. He had never been here before, but he knew it was famous for a particular kind of prostitution. Hijikata must have expected him to fulfill his threat today since it was their day off. Unfortunately for him, Okita had other plans. He would have to wait a little more. Okita needed to get his head straight. He didn’t want to face Hijikata like this.
The young man was cute. He was maybe just a little older than Okita himself. He had dark hair and eyes, and a boyish look, and was cleaner than most male Okita had seen in the alley so far. He smirked smugly when Okita approached him, mentioned an amount of money that Okita quickly agreed to, and led him to a darkened and deserted corner.
Not surprisingly, he was good, a professional. Okita could barely stop snapping his hips when he was engulfed in warm, moist mouth. The captain sighed softly, enjoying the familiar sensation while burying his fingers in thick dark hair of his paid lover. This part wasn’t so different from when he was with a woman, except that if he looked down he would see a masculine face instead of a feminine one. Okita grunted softly, leaking profusely into the eager mouth, when mischievous eyes looked up to him. He loved it when they did that.
“Enough.” He commanded, and shuddered when cold night air hit his sensitive manhood.
A tube was handed to him before the young man undid the bottom of his hakama and switched position with him, bracing himself against the wall. “You know what to do, don’t you?” He taunted with a seductive look thrown over his shoulder.
“Of course.” The memory of the night he spent with Hijikata was still fresh in his mind, replayed many more times than he liked to admit. It’s time to make new memory.
It was hot and soft, also tighter than he had imagined. No wonder Hijikata had enjoyed himself. The lack of curves was something new, but not as disturbing as he thought it would be. The whore’s skin was soft, almost like a woman’s. Somehow Okita worked up the courage to wrap his fingers around the whore’s hardness. It was weird at first, but he quickly forgot about that as his control dissolved and he snapped his hips faster. Okita frowned and leaned his head on the stranger’s shoulder as he felt his peak nearing, too quickly for his liking. He had to work on that.
He lasted longer than Hijikata did, Okita thought smugly. He gave the sated young man a little more than he promised, pleased with their exchange. Okita left the alley as quietly as he entered. He didn’t look back, but he knew he’d make a return.
***
Hijikata watched Okita like a hawk, had been for a few weeks now. The captain was acting nonchalant, like nothing had happened, when that couldn’t be more untrue. Something had happened; something that he had hoped Okita would voluntarily stop on his own but didn’t. Hijikata had tried to keep quiet, but his patience was limited. He had to speak with Okita.
Kondou was delighted when Hijikata ask to be partnered with Okita for their morning patrol. Hijikata doubted he would be if he knew the vice commander’s real intention and the situation that led to it. It was better for Kondou to keep believing that there was a possibility of some kind of reconciliation or a truce between Hijikata and Okita.
The captain barely lifted an eyebrow when Hijikata climbed into the driver’s seat next to him, but it was obvious from his lingering gaze that he didn’t expect that. Okita looked away as they drove away from the headquarter and didn’t speak, focused on watching the city for possible crimes. Hijikata waited, smoking heavily and constantly fidgeting in his seat, hoping to draw a response from Okita. Unfortunately, the captain didn’t even seem to notice, and soon Hijikata really lost his patience.
“I know where you went last night!” He barked, turning his frustration to Okita.
Finally, Okita looked at him. His face was passive as he answered. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He lied.
His calmness infuriated Hijikata even more. “I know where you’ve been going many times these past few weeks!” He finally shouted.
Okita tilted his head to the side, unprovoked. “So you’ve stalked me.”
Hijikata’s face flushed in anger and embarrassment. “I didn’t!”
“Of course, you did.”
“No, I-That’s not what we’re talking about!” Hijikata yelled, realizing that he had slowly gone off track. He wasn’t about to start an argument about stalking. That’s not the issue he wanted to talk about. What he wanted to talk about was…
“What are we talking about, anyway, Hijikata-san?”
“I know you’ve been buying male prostitutes!”
The silence in the car was deafening. Hijikata was suddenly acutely aware that Okita’s sword and bazooka were within his reach. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. How could he defend himself while being trapped in a tiny car? He had been prepared to have an argument (he knew himself and Okita well, he knew they would have argument) but he didn’t want to anger Okita like this. Hadn’t he learnt from their fight a few weeks ago? Okita didn’t mind killing him. His previous attempts had been jokes, violent as they might be, but now Okita certainly had all the right reasons to stop fooling around with his attempt for Hijikata’s life.
Okita shrugged. “I don’t see how that’s your problem.”
“That’s a crime!”
“I’ve bought female prostitutes before. Many Shinsengumi have, you included.”
“He’s a man!”
“I’m a man, too, and you slept with me.”
Hijikata sputtered, losing the argument as soon as he started it. He should’ve prepared things he wanted to say. He should’ve realized Okita always outsmart him when it came to verbal sparring. Hijikata gritted his teeth. He couldn’t give up so soon. “What would people think if they know about that?”
“About you sleeping with me or the prostitutes?”
“The prostitutes!” Hijikata yelled, annoyed. He took a long drag of his cigarette to calm himself. Now they’re on the right track. He couldn’t lose it again. “If people know about it, you’ll get in trouble. You could get fired and sent to jail! And there’s only so much Kondou-san could do to protect you!”
Okita was quiet, thinking. Hijikata watched him from the corner of his eyes warily. He didn’t want to assume quickly that his warning had been heeded.
“Are you going to tell them?” Okita asked.
Hijikata looked at him a long time, trying to decide whether it was a challenge or just a simple question. He sighed when he failed to read Okita’s expression. “Of course not. But you shouldn’t be taking risks. People might hear about this.”
Okita shrugged and leaned back on his seat. “I guess I should go back to girls.”
Hijikata frowned in disapproval. He had hoped Okita would stop buying whores, male or female. Although being caught in the company of a female prostitute wasn’t as damaging as being caught with a male one, not being caught at all was still much better. “Are you so depraved?”
Okita glanced at him, undaunted. “Not all of us would settle for our hands.”
“Can’t you get a girlfriend or something?” Hijikata asked, exasperated.
“I’d rather not.”
Honestly Hijikata could understand why. He had never really been in a relationship. The only time he came close to knowing what being in a ‘relationship’ was like, was when Okita demanded to go on dates with him, and those dates hadn’t ended well. Real relationship, from what he understood as an outsider, required a lot of effort that Shinsengumi members couldn’t fully provide. He knew many stories about his friends being dumped by their girlfriends for choosing dangerous line of work over safe domesticated lifestyle. He couldn’t blame those women, just as he couldn’t blame Okita for not wanting to bother to try. Hijikata sighed.
“I guess I can pay some girl to pretend to be my girlfriend.”
“Sougo!”
Okita gave him a somber look. “Well, what alternative do you have in mind, Hijikata-san?”
Hijikata raked his brain for answer. He wished Okita would just stop, but that was too easy. Of course, there should be some kind of replacement. A replacement he hadn’t prepared for. Hijikata frowned when only one solution came to his mind. “Me. You could use me.”
“Who’s the depraved one now?”
“Shut up!” Hijikata yelled. He growled when he realized his hands were slightly shaking and gripped the steering wheel tighter. “Didn’t we have that deal? Why did you have to go look for male prostitutes?”
Okita cocked an eyebrow, looking infuriatingly smug. “I didn’t know you’re looking forward to sleeping with me.”
“I am not!” Hijikata denied. “I’m just saying that it’s safer than going off to sleep with random strangers!” And better, perhaps? The pleasure he felt when he was with Okita was certainly intense, although he couldn’t speak for the captain. He must’ve hurt him.
Okita blinked, considering his appeal. “Are you saying I can sleep with you whenever I want to?”
Hijikata was ready to say no. Of course he didn’t mean whenever Okita wanted to. He only promised one time! But would once be enough to stave his lust until he finds a suitable long-term lover? Of course not. Hijikata bit his tongue and nodded.
Okita nodded, satisfied. “Good. I want it now.”
Hijikata sputtered and nearly swallowed his cigarette. “Now?”
“Yes, now.” Okita confirmed.
“Are you out of your mind? We’re on duty!” Hijikata protested.
Okita looked at him, clearly not listening to his objection. “You promised.” He said. There was a glimmer in his eyes that told Hijikata that this was more of a test than an actually need to stave off physical needs.
Hijikata growled and looked away. “Idiot! What if there’s an emergency? We’re working now! We should…”
“We could do it in the car. That way could be contacted in case of emergency.” Okita suggested calmly. Far too calmly for Hijikata’s liking.
“Are you crazy?” Hijikata bellowed. Not even in a hotel? Not that Hijikata wanted to risk being seen asking for a room with Okita while both of them were in uniform. But, still. In the patrol car? Okita was definitely crazy.
“I know places where we won’t be seen.” Okita continued, still not paying attention to Hijikata’s protests.
“How could people miss a patrol car?” Hijikata grumbled, turning his attention back to the street ahead. From the corner of his eye, he could see that Okita was watching him. He sighed heavily. “Show me the way.”
***
“It’s too cramped here!” Hijikata protested when he bumped his head against the door.
Okita characteristically ignored his pain. “Just fold yourself a little Hijikata-san. Are you sure you’re not gaining weight?” He asked as he settled on top of the vice-commander. He, too, was having some problem but wasn’t as vocal about it as Hijikata was.
Hijikata growled. With his position laying down on the backseat with Okita on top of him, the only way to be slightly comfortable was by bending his legs so they tightly flanked Okita’s hips. He wondered how they’re going to be able to undress at all. They could barely move as they were!
“See? Better, right?”
Hijikata glowered at the face above him although he couldn’t clearly see it. Okita had led them to an abandoned tunnel in the edge of the city. It was quiet, and mercifully far from any neighborhoods. The chances of being seen here was low, but not non-existent. Hijikata was paranoid enough to keep looking behind them on the way here to check whether they had been seen or, worse, followed, but had seen nothing. Although, he could always miss something. What if he had missed something?
“Sougo, this is a stupid idea!”
“It’s an excellent idea.” Okita replied, pressing the bulge on his trousers on Hijikata’s crotch.
The dark-haired man’s eyes widened. So Okita was really serious about this. He squirmed in discomfort but stopped when he realized that he was only arousing Okita further. “Idiot.” He muttered, face burning in embarrassment. And perhaps slight arousal? Hijikata could feel himself responding to the stimulation.
“Mmhmm.” Okita hummed, not caring about the insult. He lowered his face slowly until his hot breath was caressing Hijikata’s face.
“What?” Hijikata snapped to hide his nervousness.
“You’re not cute.” Okita commented. Before Hijikata could say anything back, he kissed the older male.
Hijikata gasped when Okita’s tongue invaded his mouth. His too-vivid recollection of the night he slept with Okita told him that the boy hadn’t been this active. Hijikata groaned when Okita kissed him skillfully, tongue teasing him, arousing him, stealing his breath away. His hands weren’t idle, either. The vice-commander could feel them wandering on his body, stroking down his sides. He jerked a little when a hand slipped under his uniform and fingertips tickled his abdomen. At the same time Okita’s free hand slid between Hijikata’s body and the cushion to grope his ass. Hijikata arched his back and moaned into the sandy-haired youth’s mouth as his cheek was squeezed. His lust sky-rocketed. A stray thought crossed his mind just then. So this is how it’s done.
Okita broke the kiss to pepper small kisses on Hijikata’s jaw. His hand changed direction, sliding down from Hijikata’s abdomen to cup his growing erection. He made a small snort when Hijikata’s hips jerked up into his hand.
“Enjoying yourself?”
Hijikata’s face burnt from arousal and embarrassment. “Shut up.” He growled.
For once, Okita actually obeyed because he was busy undoing Hijikata’s trousers. Hijikata sighed when Okita’s long fingers slipped into his underwear and wrapped around his hardness, and pushed up into the loose fist. The captain obeyed his unspoken request and moved his hand up and down slowly while his unoccupied hand rolled Hijikata’s balls.
“Hey, Hijikata-san.” Okita said breathlessly.
Hijikata hadn’t realized he had closed his eyes until he opened them again and saw Okita’s face hovering so close above him. “Hmm?” He moaned when Okita’s thumb dipped into his tip. The friction of skin against skin was smoother now since his pre-cum flowed heavily. And he couldn’t even bring himself to feel embarrassed about it anymore.
“Touch me, too.” Okita demanded. He brought one of Hijikata’s hands which had been clutching the cushion all along, to his trouser.
Return the favor. Of course. Hijikata undid Okita’s trousers and was a little surprised when he didn’t encounter any form of undergarment. Had he been preparing for this?
He couldn’t continue the line of thought because Okita did a little trick on his member. Hijikata moaned, pushed the offending trousers down Okita’s hips and grasped the captain. He must’ve smiled a little or something when Okita gasped because then he bit his neck. He barely registered Okita struggling to push both their trousers down lower (and his own assistance), only caring when Okita removed his hand from Hijikata’s member and guided his hand to wrap around both of their erections. Hijikata moaned loudly. There was something electrifying about the way their lengths slid and rubbed against each other. Any more noise was then captured by Okita’s eager mouth, and this time Hijikata did his best to sloppily kiss back.
At some point, both of Hijikata’s hands slid around Okita’s hips. He hesitated, but then slowly cupped the captain’s smooth ass. His initiative was rewarded when the youth grinded their hips together. His eyes rolled back in his head while Okita nip and bit his neck. He gasped for breath, mouth dry and unable to speak his burning desire.
“I want to…” Okita began but didn’t continue. Hijikata peered down, too distracted to ask or help when Okita hastily undid his uniform, ripping some button off in the process. His back arched sharply when hot mouth closed around his nipple. His eyes were wide open but unseeing when Okita’s tongue flicked back and forth rapidly on the bud. Hijikata groaned when cool air hit his wet nipple, but his misery didn’t last long as Okita’s mouth quickly latched onto the other bud to give it the same delicious treatment.
“Sougo. Sougo. Oh, Sougo.” He gasped. Come on. Just a little more. Just a little more.
Okita grunted. Hijikata couldn’t tell whether it’s from the discomfort of staying in the strange position for long or something else, and couldn’t ask. He tightened his grip on Okita when the youth tried to pull away.
“Wait.” Okita said, his voice strained. It pleased Hijikata when he noted that Okita was affected enough to not say anything sarcastic. He let go and then helped Okita remove their clothes. Was it stupid to get naked when they were in public? Definitely. But right now, neither of them cared.
Hijikata licked his dry lips. His hands twitched with the desire to relief some of his tension. His erection was jutting proudly between his legs, covered by both his and Okita’s pre cum, looking like it was ready to burst at any moment. Hijikata moaned softly, drawing the boy’s heated gaze toward him.
“Touch yourself.” Okita whispered, his voice heavy with desire. “Show me how you do it when you’re alone.”
Hijikata wanted to say that he rarely did it at all, but the decided that it wasn’t important. He bit his lip, face flaming, and slowly gripped his throbbing length. He closed his eyes so he could pretend that the heavy breaths were all his own, and moved his hand slowly. In his mind he pictured himself on top of Okita, caressing the boy’s smooth body, preparing him with his teasing fingers first, and making him beg. Hijikata sighed softly as he imagined himself worshipping that body with his mouth and tongue. And then he’d settle between Okita’s spread legs and slowly breach the boy, encasing himself in molten heat…
Hijikata started when cool finger touched his opening and opened his eyes. “What the…”
He couldn’t finish because suddenly Okita covered his mouth with his own. His hand stilled, his body tensed when he felt the finger continue to circle his hole. Okita broke the kiss to whisper ‘keep going’ before claiming his lips again. Somehow, despite dread and nervousness, Hijikata managed to obey.
Okita didn’t just push his finger up Hijikata’s ass. Instead he teased patiently, circling lubricated finger around the twitching hole endlessly until Hijikata couldn’t help but moan and canted his hips up. Only then Okita slowly pressed the digit in. He paused when the taller male winced in pain. He didn’t apologize or soothe him, but he trailed kisses down his neck until he could latch his mouth on Hijikata’s nipple again. When pleasure relaxed the vice-commander, he pushed deeper and deeper until he couldn’t push any deeper.
“Dammit, Sougo.” Hijikata hissed. He threw his head back, moaning, when Okita curled his finger. His erection twitched in his hand and more fluid came out of the tip. Hijikata grunted when Okita kept curling his finger, and pushed down on the youth’s hand. “Sougo…” He keened.
The second finger hurt, but Okita was a master of distraction and the pain disappeared soon, leaving smoldering pleasure behind to wash over Hijikata over and over again. Hijikata groaned, back arching, body tensing, at his limit already. He was going to come with Okita’s finger in him. But suddenly there was a strong pressure on the base of his erection, stopping his orgasm. He opened his eyes and glared at Okita.
“Don’t be so selfish, Hijikata-san.” Okita said, pulling his fingers out then wiping it on Hijikata’s uniform. He took a tube of lubrication from wherever he previously put it, then covered his erection with the viscous substance. He watched Hijikata’s eyes widened but didn’t comment. Instead, he threw the tube away and leaned down to settle between the vice-commander’s indecently spread legs.
Hijikata swallowed thickly, fear returning tenfold, but it was too late to back out now. It was far too late when he could feel Okita pressing against him teasingly. Instead of fighting, he tried to relax, knowing theoretically that it would hurt less that way.
But it still hurt. It still really, really hurt when Okita slowly thrust into him. Hijikata clawed the cushion and Okita’s back when he was entered, feeling like he was split into two. He gritted his teeth, waiting for the torture to end. Okita mercifully stopped after he was all the way in, letting Hijikata get used to him. He really doubted he could get used to it.
“You’ve gone soft.”
Hijikata glared at the breathless comment. Then he realized that Okita was referring to his flagging erection. He grunted and worked his way back to hardness, with much more difficulty than before. This seemed to satisfy Okita who put his legs over his shoulders and leaned down to give him a peck on the lips before pulling out and then pushing back in.
It hurt, really hurt, but not for long. Gradually, the pain became pleasure, and Hijikata didn’t have to try so hard to remain hard. Okita murmured something in approval when Hijikata pushed back, silently asking for more. The youth licked and bit his chest, lingering especially on his nipples, as he slowly picked up his speed, torturing Hijikata.
And then he showed Hijikata how it’s done properly, pulling back slightly then ramming back in. The older male was short on breath very soon. Dizzy with pleasure, he didn’t even realize that his head had banged against the door a few times. He moaned repeatedly, desperately trying to find purchase on Okita’s slick body. He bit his lip as he felt pleasure surging, centering on his hard manhood. He bucked his hips. Just a little more… Just a little…
Then Okita stopped.
As soon as he was done catching his breath, Hijikata glared murderously at the boy above him. He was going to protest when Okita began to move again slowly. He closed his eyes and moaned softly as pleasure returned. He grew louder and louder as, once again, Okita quickened his pace. Hijikata felt tingling all over his body, signaling his approaching orgasm. Blindly, he grasped Okita’s head to pull him down for a kiss. But just as their lips touched, and he was about to finally come, Okita stopped again.
This time, Hijikata saw a glimmer of cruelty amidst the desire in Okita’s eyes, before they kissed. He growled, tried to push the boy back, tried to rub his hardness on Okita’s belly, but it was useless. He bit Okita’s lip when the kiss ended, but he merely looked amused. A slap on Hijikata’s hand as it crept toward his hardness was enough to warn him to stay still as Okita did whatever he wished to.
Okita did again and again, stopping every time Hijikata was about to come, proving his skill and stamina among other things. The only signs of him being affected, except for the fact that Hijikata could feel his girth sliding in and out of him, was when he pulled out, holding the base of his erection tightly, as he caught his breath. And that was a torture in itself. Hijikata felt a sudden inexplicable urge to wrap his mouth around the erection. He moaned softly, hole clenching and unclenching invitingly. He wrapped his arms tightly around the captain when he thrust back in.
Hijikata was hard. So hard, it hurt. He was reduced to a panting and squirming mess beneath Okita. Every time the youth pushed in, he would push back weakly, hoping to somehow tempt him to let him come this time.
Hijikata groaned as Okita mouthed his neck, fisting a handful of sandy hair. “Come on,” he gasped. “Sougo. Let me come.”
He cried out when suddenly his shoulder was bitten. The noise, though, soon turned into something less decipherable as Okita drove into him over and over again without holding back. He threw his head back as he felt pleasure override his senses. His entire body tingled as it raced toward bliss. Then there were stars behind his eyelids, as he came hard, harder than he ever had before. His body shook, clenching and unclenching rapidly, as warm wetness continued to spurt onto their abs and Hijikata thought he might’ve died for a moment.
Okita followed a few seconds later with a muffled groan, his hips stilled as it pressed tightly against Hijikata’s ass. Hijikata made small noises as Okita continued to move languorously and sighed when the youth stopped and pulled out. Okita didn’t get very far, couldn’t with the very tiny space they were in, and ended up sprawled on top on Hijikata’s very sore, very sated body. For a moment, neither spoke as they tried to regain breath and mobility.
Absently, Hijikata caressed Okita’s damp back with trembling hands. It took him a while to come to his senses. He began to notice things like the silence surrounding them, the darkness, the fogged glasses, their nakedness, and not to mention the soreness in the lower half of his body. He frowned at the boy lying on top of him, who was still enjoying his post orgasmic bliss too much to realize other things. He thought of a scathing remark, something to express his displeasure of the situation, but Okita spoke first.
“We definitely should do that again.”
TBC
A/N: The next chapter may take a while to finish. I don't want to turn this into a plotless yaoi (which I can so easily do with this latest development) so I'm going to try to bring some plot and drama back. I'm not very good at drama and fluff so it may take a while for my muse to inspire me. Anyway, I had so much fun writing this chapter. I hope you had as much fun reading ^^ Please R&R