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JUMP… JUMP… even amongst the naughty magazines there wasn’t a single copy left for sale. Gintoki’s wallet was crying for joy but his boyish heart was mourning. It was easily distracted by a titillating portrait of a young woman who seemed to have misplaced her kimono. Oops! Happens to the best of them.
He didn’t have titty mags kind of money, at least not if he planned on getting his hands on this week’s JUMP, so he strolled onto the street, squinting at the belligerent sunset in all its damn beauty. It was painting everything orange, like some kind of overrated impressionist artist, and most importantly it was telling shop keepers to close up. His JUMP!
“Yo.”
Gintoki swivelled around, watching Hijikata lean casually on his police cruiser. Something was off, though. There was a growing pile of cigarette butts littered beneath him. “Hey, don’t you know--”
“I don’t have time for this,” He said gruffly, tossing the half finished cigarette onto the dirt road. “Get in.” He wasn’t dignified with a response. Hijikata didn’t even so much as glance in his direction before slipping into the driver’s seat, lighting another smoke already hanging from his lips.
“Geez, rude? Why should I?”
“Fine. Don’t.”
Hijikata turned the key, about to take off. He was acting so strangely. Gintoki leaned against the open window, finally getting the officer’s attention. Hijikata’s gaze made him feel a little better. There was still that ever present distaste, but also flits of vulnerability. It wasn’t obvious by any means but for Hijikata, it was like he was shouting it from his bullhorn.
“Fine. I’m getting in.” He replied, matching the energy of the officer. Were the bags under his eyes deeper? His hair more unkempt? Gintoki deliberated as he plopped into the passenger seat, buckling his seatbelt.
Almost immediately they took off, Hijikata roaring down the country roads until they hit a block of traffic. Gintoki was still thinking of what to say, what to ask, when Hijikata slammed his fist onto the steering wheel. “Fuck! Move, you idiots!”
Gintoki’s concern was mounting. It wasn’t unlike Hijikata to complain, to yell, even to curse. But there was always this invisible shield between his feelings and the person nearest to him, never this kind of unfiltered scene. “You okay?”
The cigarette almost fell from his mouth the way he whipped his head to Gintoki, mouth agape, as if him caring about Hijikata’s wellbeing was something to be shocked by. Cars started honking as Hijikata stared, paralyzed. He cleared his throat, turning his attention back to the road where the traffic had cleared. Brushing it off like usual. “God, I’m fine. Just tired is all.”
“Hmm, sure. Where we going?” He was pretending not to care. Why did he care? The highrises of the city melted into forests, thick and looming as the moon started to silhouette their frames.
“You’ll see.”
They drove for another 20 minutes. The roads twisted back and forth and the cars that had once joined them dwindled. The trees still stood watch. Gintoki wasn’t scared, really, but Hijikata had threatened to kill him way too many times for him to be fully comfortable in their situation.
Hijikata pulled onto a gravel patch on the side of the road, getting out and stretching his arms high above his head. The back of his shirt untucked from his pants and waved in the wind. It was creepy as hell out there, but at least he wasn’t alone. He watched the man trade his steel for a wooden bokuto, not sparing him a glance before starting on a trail that opened up just past a clearing of trees.
It was a peaceful night. Crickets chirped and the wind rattled branches together. An owl cried in the distance. Gintoki kept close to Hijikata just in case, though. He might get scared, after all.
The path led to a clearing, shielded from everything except the sentinels standing guard and any creature that might be hiding in them. Hijikata started shucking his jacket off.
“Wait, wait, Hijikata-kun, this is--”
With his dress shirt sleeves rolled up, Gintoki nearly fell to his knees seeing Hijikata’s muscles flex as he pointed his bokuto towards Gintoki. “Best three out of five.”
“You want to fight?”
“I do.” Some of the mask cracked away. Surprisingly it wasn’t anger festering within Hijikata, but a kind of sadness, apathy even. His serious expression was making Gintoki’s arms twitch on impulse. To fight, to hug, to run, he wasn’t sure.
“Okay. Let's fight.”
It had been a while. They had, as of late, been on the same side every time combat was involved. Plus they tended to get quite beat up when they faced one another. The scar on his shoulder ached as he tossed his yukata to the ground, falling into stance with his bokuto at the ready.
Hijikata didn’t warn him, just barreled straight towards him like he’d never seen Gintoki before. Like they were enemies on the battlefield, resolved to do their duty with loyalties embedded into their skin like brands. They both grunted as the swords clacked together. Hijikata snarled in his face before jumping back, swiping at his legs which Gintoki easily cleared.
“Playing kinda dirty tonight, huh?”
The comment just spurred him on, the hits raining down on Gintoki’s sword, a few smarting on his skin. Hijikata was panting by the time Gintoki decided to give it back to him. He tried to be more calculating, knowing how brutish Hijikata was in fights. He anticipated Hijikata’s moves before the man even seemed aware of it himself, parrying and even completely dodging some of the strikes. Hijikata stumbled forward trying to stab through his belly. Gintoki’s bokuto tapped him on the back of the neck.
“One point, Gin-san.” He smirked down at Hijikata, eyes opening wide when their gazes met. Hijikata was completely out of it. His nostrils flared, teeth on display and a growl in his throat. Barely a few seconds had passed since his win before Hijikata pivoted and struck his sword down with all his strength. The ground divoted where it stuck its claim.
Gintoki had barely been able to dodge it. Hijikata was growing faster now but no less insistent with his powerful blows. Gintoki felt the wood graze past his face, so fast it carved a cut into his cheek. When the first of the warmth dribbled down his chin and the sting made itself known, he smirked wide, grip tightening on the sword.
It was Hijikata’s turn to look afraid. He was only allowed a second of that gorgeous expression before a slash tried to take Gintoki’s head off, the force of each swing making his hair flutter.
Gintoki hopped back to dodge another barrage, but the terrain was unstable so Hijikata was able to clip his stomach. He was dead. “Fuck. One to one.”
A guttural sound came out of Hijikata’s mouth, a gruff celebration at the victory, a lopsided smile pulling at his furrowed brows. He was becoming more undone by the minute. His collar was rumpled, unconscious growls punctuated every heaving breath, and he was sweating, the fabric of his shirt starting to stick to the contours of his body.
It was pornographic, filthier than any dirty magazine he’d seen. Gintoki lapped at the blood coating his lips. The rush of feeling gave him an edge as he practically teleported around Hijikata, surrounding him. Hijikata wasn’t even swinging, too preoccupied with whipping his neck back and forth to try to find an opening.
Gintoki didn’t let him have one. He went low, pausing for a bit to let Hijikata have a chance at blocking, but the man was too late. Gintoki whacked his calf, sending Hijikata onto his knees with a moan of pain.
“That… doesn’t count…” He huffed out.
“Yes it does! I took your leg!”
“So? I can fight with one leg.”
“Hijikata-kun,” Disappointed he couldn’t catch the man by surprise, he leaned in where their swords met, pushing his weight down on Hijikata’s raised arms. He winced. “Look around. There’s no medics around here. By my calculations you’re about to bleed out in three… two…”
He was shoved back by the force of Hijikata standing up. It looked like the brief conversation was over as they continued to lock weapons, sneering at each other all the while trying to push at the other to gain an edge. The fourth round was brutal and bloody. The bokutos started to splinter where they met each other’s strength. Birds startled in droves from the trees as the sounds amplified. Hijikata wasn’t even trying to control his noises now.
“Unh! Ugh! Fu…” A drop of blood spilled down his face. Gintoki watched, rapt, as his pink tongue darted out for a taste.
He imagined what he himself looked like at that moment. Just as dilapidated, just as bloody, sweat pouring down and gluing him to every piece of fabric on his body, with his eyes half lidded and mouth set in an unforgiving line. It seemed Hijikata had wanted to bring the devil out of him, so he was loosening the leash.
It was a cheap trick, but he feinted a crotch jab and used the moment of confusion to push his sword up under Hijikata’s rib. Gintoki closed in on him, their panting breaths mingling as the flesh molded around the sword, his clenched fists. Hijikata was burning hot.
“Ding ding, we have a winner.”
The sound of the wooden bokuto dropping echoed through the clearing. Hijikata gripped Gintoki’s hair tight and yanked him towards his lips. It hurt, where their teeth cut at their mouths. The taste of iron was passed between the saliva they shared. Gintoki rubbed a fresh sample right on the pad of Hijikata’s tongue, swallowing the moan that followed. He wondered how getting beat up could feel so good?
He dropped his own sword, releasing the pressure on Hijikata’s side as he fisted the man’s shirt. He pulled Hijikata closer, pressing their bodies flush, gasping into his mouth as he groped everywhere he could reach.
They found themselves against one of the trees, hidden by the midnight cast. Beautiful harmonies of wet pants, fabric rustling, and curt moans rivalled the sound of blood rushing in his ears.
Gintoki fully untucked Hijikata’s shirt to rub his palm flat against the man’s chest. It was still slick with sweat, which made flicking his thumb against the man’s nipple smooth. Hijikata jerked hard at the sensation, tugging on Gintoki’s clothes to bring them closer. Their lips never parted while they undressed. By the time Hijikata was down to his briefs, his cock tenting the material, leaning towards one side, Gintoki was all out of patience.
He slipped a calloused hand down Hijikata’s back, gently tapping the man’s hole as he slid a thigh in between his legs. His head flung to the side, letting his desperate moan fall directly into Gintoki’s ear. He ground his cock down onto Hijikata’s hipbone to try and relieve some of the tension that had been building ever since he saw Hijikata outside that convenience store.
He still didn’t know what was going on. Something had obviously happened and Hijikata was coping how he always did, this time including his lucky fuck buddy. They would get to the bottom of it later. The sex was way more important anyway.
As half of his index finger slipped inside, Gintoki clamped his teeth down on Hijikata’s shoulder. The man cried out, head falling back against the bark of the tree, eyes rolling back as he shook in Gintoki’s arms. He couldn’t help his own grunting. He felt feral with the way Hijikata was just giving in to every touch, every sensation. Every time they had fucked Hijikata was prideful, pretending something didn’t feel good when it obviously did, biting back his moans in embarrasment. But now…
Now he was pushing his hips back to spear himself onto the three fingers buried inside him, hands grasping at Gintoki’s face, shoulders, arms, in an attempt to ground himself. Gone was the shy, blushing Toshi he had known as his lover.
“Gintoki…” Hijikata groaned in his ear. “Spit in my mouth.”
He paused. He clenched his free fist and brought his arm to rest on the tree right above Hijikata’s head. He now loomed over the man, unseeing while he squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt at restraint. No bed partner of his had ever driven him up the wall like Hijikata did. He was beginning to think he was addicted.
His rough grip pulled Hijikata’s chin forward, his thumb pushing his teeth open. “Alright. Open up, baby.”
Hijikata’s cock twitched against his thigh, the man squirming in Gintoki’s strong grip. He stuck his pink tongue out and looked up at Gintoki. The angle made him almost look cross-eyed, but mostly he looked desperate for it. Gintoki was a man of the people, so he had to indulge his favorite government official.
He spit right onto Hijikata's waiting tongue. The man’s eyes rolled back impossibly farther, but he didn’t swallow like Gintoki had expected. He spit a mix of their saliva onto his palm, using it to wet Gintoki’s cock.
“Oh all that is holy and unholy. Fuck.”
He helped Hijikata shimmy out of his underwear, pulling off his own shirt in the process so he could press their skin together. The tip of his cock kissed Hijikata’s waiting hole. It pulsed against his tip like a siren song. He hesitated, though. “Wait… Baby we don’t have a condom.”
The look Hijikata gave him was frenzied, primal. Anger snarled his lips. “Can it, permhead!” Gintoki breathed out a laugh, relieved his usual Hijikata was back, until the breath was stolen from him. Hijikata shoved himself down onto his cock. The searing, tight heat encapsulated him in body and soul.
It was like his body took over once he had a taste of Hijikata’s insides. He wasn’t fully in control as he lifted one of Hijikata’s thighs up, leaving him unstable and clutching Gintoki’s shoulders as he fucked in deep and hard. Hijikata’s one unsteady leg quivered, his back bowing.
“Ow, shit, wait.”
He froze. “Fuck did you tear? I’m really sorry--”
“DON’T!” Nails dug into his shoulders when he tried to step away, Hijikata’s hole clenching around him like a vice. “T-The tree. It’s hurting my back.”
Gintoki let out a relieved sigh. They worked together, with their one and three quarters of a brain cell left, to flip Hijikata around. He braced his palms against the tree where he was bent at the waist. His face peered over his shoulder at Gintoki. “Don’t hold back.”
He pumped his hips at the words. Hijikata was so shameless tonight. Their hips slapped together with the strength of his thrusts, Hijikata crying out loud with every stroke. He angled his cock to rub against the man’s walls, swivelling his hips whilst inside to stimulate him even more. Hijikata was shaking in his grasp. His mouth was agape, drool spilling from the corner of his mouth.
“Fuuuck,” Gintoki groaned, eyes rolling back as every thrust seemed to make Hijikata pulse tighter. He leaned down to press them together, chest to back, one of his hands leaving Hijikata’s hip to press against his navel. Every time he slammed in deep, he could feel his cock under his hand.
Hijikata was twitching so violently Gintoki was worried he had fucked him into a seizure. But he was responsive enough, voice breaking when Gintoki pressed down hard on that spot on his stomach, his dick and his hand sandwiching Hijikata in pleasure from all sides. The muscles under his palm jumped, gasps falling from Hijikata’s lips with the trail of drool that fell to the ground.
“I’m gonna… Fuck!”
“Yeah baby? Gonna cum for me? Gonna make it nice and tight, milk my cock until you can’t take it anymore?”
Nails dug into his forearm. “Ahhh… Aahh! Hnnnn…!” Every muscle in Hijikata’s body tightened, his back flexing and bowing to press against Gintoki as hard as possible. His body was like a live wire, full body jolting as his cock pulsed, painting the tree with white. Moans were ripped from his throat with every load.
It seemed to last forever, Gintoki rubbing circles on his prostate while Hijikata throbbed around him, as if begging to be fucked more. He waited until Hijikata was mostly coherent, letting the aftershocks have their moment. Then the whines started as Hijikata wriggled under him, the movement just barely pushing his cock in and out.
“Not enough? You want more, huh?” He leaned down to breathe hot and heavy against Hijikata’s ear, pushing his cock as deep as it could go inside the man. Hijikata twitched from the sensitivity, seemingly conflicted on whether to complain about the pain-pleasure or let it melt once again into the aching need to be filled.
It was obvious what won out in his mind when he pushed his hips back against Gintoki’s in circles. Gintoki was so deep. Hijikata’s hole was hugging his cock at the perfect tightness, his walls like molten metal. He was at his limit, about to blow at any moment. If he couldn’t last long, that just meant all he had to do was last long enough. Longer than Hijikata.
He gathered the man’s arms behind his back, a punishing grip holding them together like a handlebar. Hijikata was uneasy at first with nothing to brace himself against, but he relaxed when Gintoki’s other arm came around his waist to hold him up. He tensed up immediately as Gintoki began slamming his cock into him at a breakneck speed.
“G--! Gin! Ah! AH! W-wa-ait!”
He could barely hear Hijikata over the sloppy sounds they were making. He could feel his dick pulsing, twitching inside Hijikata, poking against his walls incessantly.
“Wait! I’m not-- kidding-- Hnn!”
Hijikata’s thighs trembled, panicked sounds ramping up louder, his body curling in on itself. Gintoki felt the rush of heat building in his gut, tightening the grip of his hands, the muscles of his abs. His hips stuttered but never slowed, never stopped jackrabbiting up into Hijikata. All of a sudden Hijikata’s back bowed at an impossible angle, his knees buckling, leaving Gintoki to catch him while he felt the first waves of immeasurable pleasure overtake him.
Through the intense haze of light and sensation pulsing through him he registered a hissing noise followed by a splash. His hand was also slightly wet. His cock pumped another load into Hijikata’s ass when he realized.
“Baby,” He moaned, surprised, “did you…?”
“Shut up,” Hijikata mumbled, but he was still shaking, still letting a dribble of the clear liquid fall from his untouched cock. The backs of his ears were red, which was adorable, but the broken sounds that came from him when Gintoki thrust his cock in shallowly, just to milk it of any cum left, were pure filth. Each thrust seemed to push another wave of squirt from Hijikata’s jumping cock.
Hijikata’s cries became exhausted grunts, the stream into a few droplets, his hole a creamy mess where Gintoki’s extra thrusting had agitated his cum. Everything was wet, Hijikata’s thighs especially, and they were completely spent by the time he pulled out with a pop.
Hijikata almost fell on his knees, right into the puddle under them, but Gintoki caught him and half carried him to lie down on his yukata. He passed Hijikata his sweat soaked shirt, which the man grimaced at, but slipped onto his shoulders nonetheless.
They laid there, catching their breath while the stars and spaceships blinked overhead. Hijikata had thrown an arm over his eyes, his ribs carving concave around his abs where they pressed at the odd angle. There were still droplets of liquid trailing down the crux of his thigh, making Gintoki’s mouth water. It was sexy, duh, but he was also so thirsty.
“Hey,” He nudged Hijikata who quietly groaned in response. “We should get back. Can’t sleep here.”
“‘M too tired,” He grumbled, rolling over onto his stomach, laying his head on his hands.
Gintoki could only smile with fondness. “C’mere, let’s get you dressed.”
“I said I don’ wanna!” Those defiant eyes glared up at him but he still couldn’t wipe the dopey look from his face.
“I’ll carry you. C’mon. Clothes.”
They compromised with Hijikata wrapped up in Gintoki’s yukata, spare clothes in tow, with Hijikata on his back as opposed to the princess style Gintoki had suggested. He was glad they opted for piggy back when Hijikata rested his nose behind Gintoki’s ear, his soft breaths of sleepiness warming his neck.
When they made it to the car, he laid a sleeping Hijikata down on the backseat to rest. He even drove them all the way back to Edo, like the nice guy he was, and parked in front of the Shinsengumi headquarters as Hijikata began to stir.
“Hmn…?” He asked, rubbing his eyes. His hair was crazy, pointing in every direction available on a compass.
“It’s your stop, Mr. Waterworks.”
Hijikata paled, then flushed a beautiful pink. “Shut the fuck up. Oh my god.” He buried his face in his hands, but Gintoki just patted him on the head.
“There, there, I was super into it.”
“Yeah?” He asked, peeking up at Gintoki.
He smiled back at him. Something about the day was making his entire chest feel warm and fuzzy. Probably heartburn. “Yeah. I want to see it again someday.”
Hijikata’s eyes scurried away as he began to gather his things, planning his exit. “No fucking way,” He started as he pulled the handle, but Gintoki pulled him back by the arm into a kiss, leaving him breathless.
“We’ll see about that. Oh, what were you so pissed about earlier?”
“Hm?” Hijikata processed Gintoki’s question, seemingly missing his response. “Oh, there’s just been this… tough case lately. Really brutal stuff.” Gintoki nodded in sympathy. “I’ve been dying to catch the bastard and show him what for, working overtime on it, but then all the crime scenes started showing up in my dreams, and I started not being able to sleep and--”
“I got it, ol’ Gin-san is the perfect remedy, hm?” He pecked at Hiikata’s lips, ignoring the way he rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah. I have work tomorrow so…”
“Have a good day, honey bunches. And Toshirou,” he called, an arm resting on the passenger seat. “Next time you can’t sleep or need to blow off steam… Come find me, okay?”
The corner of Hijikata’s mouth lifted as he started backing up towards the gate. “Okay.” He clutched Gintoki’s yukata closer, trying not to think of how much it still smelled like him, how he would probably smell like him. Then he stopped dead in his tracks.
“ASSHOLE! THAT’S MY CAR!!” He squinted against the dust that was kicked up. He felt a headache coming on, but it was overpowered by the exhaustion and satisfaction he hadn’t felt in a long time, with his heart aching in an all too familiar way as he watched the car dip over the horizon.