Disclaimer: Not mine. Never has been, never will be.

Dedication: This one is for Midori along with all the other AoSou fans! Yup, this is Aoshi x Soujirou and it is a yaoi lemon. If it isn’t your cup of java, steer clear cause it’s going to stay as an Aoshi x Soujirou yaoi lemon. And yes, it’s rated NC-17.

When I first laid my eyes on him, I couldn’t stop smiling or staring. The smiling part wasn’t unusual, not even to me. But I never stared at a person the way I stared at him. It wasn’t a stare of hatred. It wasn’t a stare of fear. It was a stare of curiosity. And there was a little bit of love mixed in it. I wanted to know more about this man, this Shinomori Aoshi.

I only know so much about Shinomori-san yet I feel like I’ve known him forever. I know he is the leader of the Oniwanbanshuu. I know he is a quiet fellow who speaks very rarely and faithfully visits the graves of his fallen comrades. He too wants to defeat the Battousai. The Battousai turned into a rurouni named Himura Kenshin, that is. Shishio-sama is waiting for the Battousai too. Even I look forward to facing him someday soon.

But that was enough about the Battousai. The one I had my eyes on was Shinomori Aoshi. I found him to be a very pretty man (if men were allowed to be called pretty, that is). His cold blue eyes made me shiver with delight. He had a strong, lean body I would loved to wrap my arms around. And I also thought about, strange as it was, his penis. I would have loved to see his penis. It was probably as strong and lean like Shinomori-san himself. I wanted to cup my hands over it and feel how strong it really was. I wanted to touch his body, kiss his lips, and be with him. Yes, I wanted to be in love with Shinomori-san.

For now, though, I was smiling down at him. He just glared back at me.

“What do you want?” He demanded.

“Nothing…yet.” I replied, still smiling. “I admire your skills, Shinomori-san. You are definitely a worthy opponent for the Battousai.”

“My fights with the Battousai are none of your concern.” He muttered, turning away from me. I tried to get a good look at the space between his leg but to no avail. Though disappointed, I kept smiling. Eventually, I would be able to see it with my own eyes. It would take some work but I would see it.

“Still, that doesn’t mean I can’t admire the way you fight.” I answered back. “You would be a good match for Shishio-sama too. Or maybe myself. I would love to fight with you once.”

“I have no desire to do that.” Aoshi-san huffed. “I have more important things on my mind. Now please leave me alone before I…”

“Before you what?” I mocked. I wanted to tease him before I did anything. I was told to always go slow and then jump the prey when least expected. “Are you threatening to kill me? Because I’m afraid that’s impossible. You may not know it but I’m as good as you are, Shinomori-san. Maybe even better.”

Aoshi-san was emotionless. “We shall see.” He said before walking away. A part of me wanted to follow him. But I stood in my place and I watched him walk. We would meet again after all. I had the premonition that we would. And the next time, we would spend more time together.

“Aoshi-san.” I murmured. His name was like velvet against my skin: smooth and nice. It was like a wet petal on my cheek. I loved it. And I wanted to love him. With that duty in my mind, I tried to go back to Shishio-san’s hideout.

Only then did I realize the spot between my legs had become sticky, white, and wet.

-TBC-

(Yes, I realize the first movement is short. The next one will be longer, I promise. Go easy, I’ve never done Aoshi x Soujirou before. I promised Midori one so here it is. Well, the beginning anyway. Thanks for reading. Review please if you can.)