Thank you all for the reviews, I am so happy to see more Rurouni Kenshin fans and more SaitoxSano lovers out there. So then, without further ado I present to you….smut. Woot.

Sanosuke should have expected that they would not immediately go to Saito's house. After all, the officer had to finish his rounds and then return to the police station, where Sano waited impatiently in the dark of the night as Saito turned over the guard and left authority to another while he retired for the night. Finally, just as Sanosuke was thinking of taking off to spite the older man, he appeared from the door. He took one look at Sanosuke's face before he smirked and beckoned him to follow. They did not speak as they walked, for the former brawler felt as if to speak now might ruin the mood. What mood? He could not say for sure, half of him was still holding to the belief that he was dreaming because this certainly couldn't actually be happening. Saito returned his feelings? No, most definitely not, the man was incapable of romance and as Sano thought about it, he couldn't exactly call Saito's confession emotional in any way, it was delivered in the same manner Saito always used and yet so entirely different that Sanosuke wasn't sure if the police officer was simply messing with him. If that were the case, it was an elaborate trick as he turned up a narrow street and led the way to a nice house. It was nothing grand and this didn't surprise Sanosuke. Saito had never seemed the type to need luxury.

When they entered, Sanosuke got his first look at the wolf's lair. It was clean, almost sterile, as if no one actually lived here. There were only a few pieces of furniture and nothing on the walls except one portrait of a pretty woman. Sanosuke assumed that this was the wife that had passed for there was a candle below the picture that had been lit more than once in respect he was sure. He realized Saito was staring at him and he couldn't discern what the expression on his face meant. Sanosuke offered a nervous smile, for he was nervous now. "Nice place," he said lamely.

Saito chuckled. "I didn't bring you here in order to listen to your architectural opinion, ahou," he replied, amused.

"Well excuse me," Sano grumbled.

Saito was walking away from him, disappearing down a hall. Sanosuke heard a door slide open, a moment of silence and then Saito's voice, impatient now. "Are you coming or not?"

Sanosuke frowned and walked down the hall, turning into the room Saito had gone into. It was his bedroom, unadorned like the rest of his place. There was a dresser, a closet and a bed, one of the western beds that had been filling up Japan over the past couple of years. Saito was standing at the foot of the bed and he lifted a hand, crooking his finger in a silent demand and damn but it reignited Sanosuke's desire. He headed towards the man until he was standing right in front of him. Saito smirked again, all confidence of course, and pushed Sano onto the bed. Sanosuke opened his mouth to snap at him, but the wolf was suddenly looming over him and he forgot how to complain as those lips met his again. He tasted of nicotine and coffee, and something distinctly Saito and Sanosuke moaned into the kiss, his hands going to Saito's chest, fingers fumbling at the buttons on his uniform. He managed to get the shirt undone and Saito broke away from him for a moment to pull the shirt from his torso. Sanosuke half expected him to get up and hang it neatly but instead the wolf simply threw it aside where it landed with a dull thud on the floor. His hand closed around the front of Sano's shirt and he yanked, jerking the younger man into a sitting position and pulling the material from his body.

Sanosuke was ready to point out that if he were bare chested it was only fair Saito remove the inner shirt he wore but Saito once again made him forget to complain as he all but manhandled him further onto the bed. His actions were short and effective, one knee shifting between Sano's legs, coaxing them apart enough so he could rest between them; their hips flush up against each other. His hands found Sano's, fingers lacing together before he pressed Sano's hands to the mattress, trapping him completely where he lay before his lips found Sanosuke's neck. He ghosted swift, light kisses to the skin until Sanosuke was writhing under him, lifting his hips into Saito's in a silent plea for more. Saito complied, his teeth closing down on his neck harshly and making Sano hiss in excitement.

When Saito released Sano's hands, they were upon that lean torso in a second, slipping under the black undershirt and lifting it over Saito's head so his fingers could trail over bare flesh. Saito released a pleasurable hum and Sanosuke was quite sure that sounds like that alone would push him over the edge. Saito was pulling away, fingers catching at the hem of Sanosuke's pants, loosening them before he pulled them from the man's waist. A shift of limbs and Saito had them removed entirely. His hands drifted to his belt, but Sanosuke smacked them away, wanting to do the honors himself. Saito looked bemused at the action but conceded and Sanosuke slowly undid the belt before his fingers worked on his pants. He let his hand glide over the cop's groin and those golden eyes flashed. In a matter of moments, their clothing lay scattered about the floor around the bed, leaving flesh to rest against flesh and Sanosuke felt as if a fire had ignited in his body.

He moaned in wanton lust as Saito's hand drifted almost lazily to his groin, calloused fingers curling around his arousal before he began to stroke. Sano grimaced until Saito reached the head, letting precum slick his hand before setting a quicker pace. The grimace faded instantly and Sanosuke rested his head back, eyes closed as he moaned low in his throat. He could feel Saito's eyes boring into him and it only excited him further. He opened his, to meet that golden gaze and his lips curled into a playful smile. His hands were exploring all of the former captain's body, fingers running over aged scars and tight muscles before he leaned up towards Saito's chest, his mouth hovering over a nipple before he let his teeth close around it. Saito moaned, his grip on Sanosuke's arousal tightening ever-so-slightly. His other hand was navigating lower, until his finger stroked at Sanosuke's entrance, causing a deep flush to cover the younger man's face.

That hand continued to tease as Saito released him, bringing his slick hand to Sano's face. His fingers pressed against his lips and he lofted a thin brow. "Suck," he ordered. Sanosuke was too lost in pleasure to feel rebellious now so he opened his mouth, tasting the salt of Saito's skin and tasting himself too. He let his tongue rove all over the digits, slipping between them, around them, diligently wetting them and when he heard Saito's aroused chuckle he looked up into the wolf's face. "The way you work your tongue…it's giving me the most delectable ideas."

Sanosuke pulled away and smirked. "Pervert," he teased.

"As if you'd complain," Saito countered. He brought his fingers down to his entrance and carefully pushed one inside. Sanosuke hissed, the burn was instant and the feeling uncomfortable. In the back of his mind, he was surprised at the gentleness in which Saito carried out his task. He waited until Sanosuke's racing breaths returned to normal before he pushed his finger in deeper. Sanosuke grit his teeth together and at the look on Saito's face he shook his head. "Don't you stop," he growled. Saito grinned and leaned in, kissing him deeply. The kiss was full of passion, desire…Sanosuke had never had someone bestow this sort of attention on him before, not like this, and it left him nearly dizzy as he kissed Saito back fiercely. As Saito's tongue explored every recess of his mouth, learning every detail, his finger stroked a spot that had Sanosuke bucking his hips up suddenly and moaning loudly into the kiss, his fingers digging into Saito's back hard enough to bruise.

Saito hummed again, the vibrations traveling down Sanosuke's throat as he continued to stroke his prostrate in a steady rhythm, leaving his younger lover to squirm and moan, his chest heaving and body flushed from pleasure. He was slipping in another finger now and though it still burned, Sanosuke was caught in the euphoria of passion and ignored the pain as Saito began to scissor his fingers, coaxing the tight ring of muscle to relax. Sanosuke felt like he might explode from this alone and perhaps the wolf sensed this as well for he slowed his actions, bringing his mouth to Sanosuke's ear. "You best persevere, Sanosuke, I want you to come from my cock and that alone," he whispered, nipping at his earlobe. Sanosuke's flushed again, having not been expecting that sort of talk from a man such as Saito but damn he could get used to it quickly enough. He nodded, unable to even speak as Saito spat in his hand and used his saliva to coat his arousal. It was crude, animalistic almost and Sanosuke loved it. The older man lined himself up and looked down at Sano. His expression as a paradox, on the one hand he seemed as lost in desire as Sanosuke felt, on the other those eyes were observing Sano's face carefully as he pushed in and he knew that the wolf was looking for signs of pain. Even in this, the Wolf of Mibu was ever in control.

It did hurt and Sanosuke could not stifle the shout though he was loathed to hear it, worried that Saito might stop. He did, but his hand returned to Sanosuke's arousal, stroking him slowly, distracting him as Sano's body grew accustomed to Saito. Only when his body relaxed, nearly melting once more into the mattress below him, did Saito continue to thrust in. Sanosuke gasped as Saito filled him completely, his legs wrapping about Saito's waist. "M-move, dammit, I don't care if it hurts I…nhhh…need this," Sanosuke stammered.

Saito complied wordlessly. He pulled away before thrusting again, slowly at first and then faster and faster. The room was filled with the noise of skin hitting skin, drowned out by Sanosuke's loud, pleasured cries and Saito's softer moans of ecstasy. The older man angled his hips and the next time he thrust, he was hitting Sanosuke's prostrate again, earning a loud moan from the younger man. It was fast, it was dirty and Sanosuke could only wish it would last forever. He'd never felt anything this good and his mind was filled with one thing; Saito. Only Saito. And it should have been wrong, and he should feel some regret even as it was happening, but he couldn't. He told himself he was over the man, he'd been lying. Ever since he'd met him he'd wanted this and as Saito caught his lips in another brutal kiss, he knew that he'd been feeling the same thing.

In his passion, Sanosuke's hand traveled towards his arousal but Saito caught his wrists, pinning them to the bed as he broke from the kiss. "Only from me," he growled, almost in warning and Sanosuke responded with a moan, nodding. He thrust harder and harder, Sanosuke bucking his hips in time, letting Saito in deeper and deeper until he was sure he was going to die from this. He could feel his muscles tensing, he was so close and finally his orgasm hit and he was shouting out Saito's name. He heard his own name called out, felt Saito spilling into him as his thrusts slowed and eventually stopped. They remained that way for a while, Saito hovering over him, their breaths harsh and heavy. He pulled out and rolled onto his back next to Sanosuke. The silence that followed was amiable for a time, but when it continued, Sanosuke started to feel awkward. Now that the wolf's appetite had been sated what would come next?

"Don't be so tense, ahou," Saito's voice was low but held a warmth to it that Sanosuke wasn't used to.

He forced himself to relax and look over at the wolf. He was shifting, sitting up and reached for the pack of cigarettes on the small table beside the bed. He lit one up, exhaling the smoke slowly before he glanced down at Sanosuke. Not sure how his actions would be received, Sanosuke tentatively draped an arm over Saito's stomach, resting his head against his chest. He was expecting him to shove him away and deny any sort of affection, but instead he curled his arm around Sanosuke and pulled him closer.

"So…uh…"

"Yes?"

"What does this mean exactly?" he asked, hating himself for sounding nervous.

Saito chuckled. "What do you think it means? I'll attempt a guess. You believe now that we've done this my affections are gone and I'll dismiss you entirely?"

"Wouldn't really put it past you," Sanosuke replied with a smirk.

"Hn, nor would I." He dashed out the cigarette. "I will never stop being a bastard."

"And I won't stop heckling you."

"I'm not one for romantic gestures."

"I'm not looking for flowers and sweets."

"I guard what is mine."

"Imagining you being possessive is only going to make me want to go another round."

Saito couldn't keep the smirk from his face at the comment. "Then I imagine there should not be a problem."