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Gintoki had absolutely no idea what he did to end up in this situation. Back leaning against an alley wall, one hand clasped across his face, eyes never leaving the blushing face of the Shinsengumi vice chief kneeling in front of him enthusiastically bobbing his head over his dick. But who was he to turn down the man’s efforts?
Hijiakata’s day had started normally, waking up in the Shinsengumi quarters as he usually did. Nothing had felt aloof as he made his way through the halls, following Kondo’s booming voice which he could hear through the walls. He arrived in front of the man quickly, who he caught mumbling to himself as he hurried through the halls.
“Oi, Kondo-san. What’s will all the noise so early?”
“Ah, Hijikata! Take this for me!”
Kondo quickly tossed the object he was holding, which Hijikata noticed was a small box. There was a small pink note tied to the top that Hijikata could only glance at before Kondo swiftly snatched it up.
“Place that in my room, I need to find the director,” Kondo yelled as he left, leaving Hijikata slightly confused as he watched the gorilla run in the opposite direction.
“Hmm, I wonder what that was all about,” Hijikata mumbled to himself as he headed back towards the Shinsengumi living quarters. While he could not say he fully understood the actions of their chief, he had grown used to the man’s antics and really could not care enough to get himself involved with whatever the man was fretting over.
Opening the door to Kondo-san’s room, Hijikata had only taken a few steps in before he found himself tripping. The man was caught completely off guard by the stumble, causing him to land flat on his face, crushing the box underneath him.
“What the fuck-”
Hijikata had already started mumbling curses under his breath as he sat up, only pausing when he noticed pink dust floating through the air around him. He looked around, confused by its sudden appearance, until he looked down at the crumpled box laid below him. He coughed as he lifted the broken lid, finding a smashed glass bottle filled with the same dust slowly rising in the air. What was left of the bottle’s contents was scattered around him, with broken glass fragments covered in pink hearts and similarly colored dust floating in the air. Coughing once more, he looked around but realized there was nothing else in the box.
“Jeez, I wonder what that gorilla was doing. What the hell is this?”
As he checked himself over, it seemed the bottle’s contents were relatively safe as he still felt normal. He did a quick check of himself and found no abnormalities, so he thought little of the incident. He found some paper and left a note for the Chief, apologizing for the accident and letting him know what was in the box. The whole situation was a little strange but the Vice Chief could not be bothered to investigate further, already slightly annoyed by how much this had delayed him. With a quick dusting off of himself, he stood up and tidied up the room before heading out, sneezing a few times as he made his way out of the headquarters to begin his scheduled patrols.
Walking through Edo, it did not take the Vice Chief long to realize something was wrong. Despite the cooler weather, he found himself sweating quite a bit. As he walked, he glanced down and saw his reflection through a puddle on the road, leaving him shocked as he noticed his face, which had grown to a bright shade of red. His eyes also appeared to be watering a bit, but he had no clue why. Despite the strangeness, Hijikata shrugged off his unusual appearance and he kept walking.
Shit, maybe I’m getting a bit ill. Fucking weather Maybe I’ll get a bite before heading back to headquarters.
He continued cursing to himself as he stripped off his uniform jacket and unbuttoning the collar of his shirt as his body grew hotter. Moments later, he caught himself stumbling, finding it difficult to stay upright with the waves of heat coursing through him, growing stronger at an alarming rate.
Hijikate wracked his head for anything that could explain the sudden change he was experiencing before remembering the accident in Kondo's room. The shattered bottle and cloud of dust flashed through his head as he quickly turned down an alley, the diminishing lucidity in his head deciding to take a shortcut back towards their headquarters to demand Kondo explain whatever the fuck was happening to him. However, he never made it back as his vision slowly started fading to black, before he crumpled to the floor.
Gintoki was heading back to Odd Jobs when his eyes caught sight of the Shinsegumi’s Vice Chief.
“Ay, Hijikata-”, the man began calling his name, excited to toy with the other when he realized something was a bit off with him. Hijikata was also usually quick to notice him, often irritated by just the sight of the curly-haired samurai. Gintoki took delight in the man’s irritation, as it was often a quick fix to any sort of boredom he was experiencing. Buried deep in his mind, he knew the real reason the sight of the officer led to his brightening up but he was not planning on acknowledging that any time soon.
Back to the present, Hijikata's lack of awareness was not the only thing throwing Gintoki off. Even from a distance, he could tell the man looked a little more disheveled than usual, though he would never admit to noticing such details. The top of his Shinsengumi uniform had been loosened, leaving much more of the man’s pale neck on display. His vest had also been unbuttoned, with his jacket swung across his shoulder. The man also appeared to be… sunburnt? Gintoki quickly shook his head, that couldn’t be right. It was nearly winter in Edo, meaning the sun rarely shone bright enough to cause such a reaction. The amount the man was sweating was also odd. It left his shirt clinging to him (and if the view of his slim, toned body caused a slight jump from little Gin-san, well, the world would never know).
Gintoki was still mulling over the man's odd appearance when he saw him take a sharp turn down an alleyway between the storefronts. Gintoki's legs moved on their own, quickly swerving through the busy Edo streets as he followed the other. He did not really have a reason to look for the vice commander but his mind could not shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.
And what a sight he saw. There in front of him, barely hidden from their bustling streets, was the great Vice Chief of the Shinsengumi, laid out and grinding against the floor. The unexpected sight nearly put Gintoki in shock, unable to move as he watched the pristine officer take part in such explicit acts right where anyone could recognize him. It was clear Hijikata still had not noticed the other’s presence, as he continued rutting across the ground, small grunts slipping through his mouth as he went. Gintoki could not help but step closer to the man, taking in all that was in front of him. The redness he initially saw was now more clear, an obvious blush that had quickly crept up Hijitaka’s exposed neck. Gintoki could not help but gulp, eyes dragging down as he wondered how far the color extended on the man's otherwise pale skin. The sweat tinging his skin was even more obvious up close, as Gintoki cursed whatever caused Hijikata to take off his jacket, leaving his defined figure on clear display as his white button-up clung to his skin. Not able to see his face, Gintoki could only imagine what the vice commander looked like, a debauched look plastered on his face as he committed these deeds not too far from the prying eyes of Edo. He couldn't help but grow excited, thinking about the looks of the townfolks' faces, seeing the esteemed Shinsengumi’s Vice Chief grinding against the dirt like a bitch in heat. It appeared the man did not even care about his surroundings, barely concealing the whimpers leaking from his mouth as he focused on relieving his frustration. The scene was too much for Gintoki and he lost the little restraint that was keeping him upright. Dropping down next to Hijikata, he leaned towards his ear as he lightly chuckled.
“Well, well, well, Hijikata-kun, what do we have here?”
It seemed the familiar voice was enough to temporarily snap Hijikata from his lust-cradled mind, as his head snapped towards Gintoki. He appeared much more level-headed than the silver-haired samurai would’ve expected given his actions. His dark blue eyes were clear as they met Gintoki’s red ones. However, they could not hide the lust wracking itself through Hijikata’s body. His clarity appeared to be temporary as his eyes slowly turned glassy, with red rims laid underneath. As Gintoki had imagined, the blush had crept up his neck, leaving his whole face tinged in a soft pink hue. His mouth remained slightly ajar as he stared at the other, allowing the tiny sounds to continue leaving his mouth even though his rutting had paused. He was the picture of debauchery, and Gintoki could not help but get excited by the display as his dick slowly swelled in his pants.
“If it isn’t the precious Vice Chief of the Shinsengumi? Hijikata, could you explain what exactly you're doing here?”
Gintoki took pleasure in seeing the anger and shock rise in the commander’s eyes. It appeared his consciousness was still strongly battling whatever had put him in this state. He pushed himself up from the ground as he zeroed in on the curly-haired man who suddenly appeared in front of him. Gintoki had slowly risen up as he watched the man lift his upper body, taking in the full view in front of him. He had absolutely no clue what had left the commander like this, but he didn’t really care to find out.
Leaning against a wall, Gintoki continued peering down at the vice chief, waiting for a response from the other. Time seemed to slow down as the man started opening his mouth, seeming to struggle to string together words that would explain what was going on. Suddenly, it was quickly shut as the little clarity in his eyes seemingly vanished in thin air, and Hijikata instead dove towards Gintoki.
“What the fu-,”
The words barely left Gintoki’s mouth before Hijikata grabbed the belt around his yukata, causing the garment to fall right down his shoulder. Despite his state, it appeared the vice chief still had all his strength as he quickly untied Gintoki’s bel, yanking the other’s pants and briefs off in one pull. Little Gin-san was quick to make an appearance, standing half-hard and slowly growing wet with pre-cum, obviously excited after all the older man had witnessed. Before Gintoki even had time to question the officer’s actions, Hijikata had engulfed his dick, swallowing the entire length until the tip hit the back of his throat. Gintoki quickly brought his hand to his face in order to stop a loud groan from leaving his body, mind melting from the tight, wet heat that was Hijikata’s mouth. Hijikata’s ministrations continued, working his head up and down the other’s length, moaning around the heavy weight in him.
Now, Gintoki had always been well-endowed. His length was considerable, and even in Hijikata’s lust-filled mind, he could not easily take the entire thing in his mouth. At least 5 inches remained untouched, yet he remained undeterred, continuing to bob his head along Gin-san’s cock.
At this point, Gintoki was convinced the man was possessed by a succubus or some other weird Amanto creation. But, he had long stopped looking for an explanation for the commander’s actions, instead focusing on enjoying this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that seemed to come straight out of his wettest of dreams. If Hijikata wanted to act like a dick-crazed slut in the middle of Edo, he would not stop him. His dick had grown considerably since Hijikata had started, now standing at its full length. Hijikata remained unfazed, now licking the tip as one of his hands moved up and down the shaft, causing another groan to leak out from behind Gintoki’s hands. Hijikata's other hand crept down towards his own dick, palming himself through his pants. However, Gintoki unexpectedly kicked his hand away, causing Hijikata to groan loudly as his pleasure was denied.
“Why don’t you finish with me first before you think about taking care of yourself, Vice Commander?”
Gintoki smirked at the man below him, watching his blush somehow deepen as he was reminded of his title. Ah, so it seems not all is lost in our little Hijikata’s head, he thought, chuckling at the man who seemed to be growing embarrassed below him. All thoughts appeared to quickly leave Hijikata though as Gintoki stepped on his dick, grinding the heel of his boot into his clothed groin, causing a loud moan to pour out of the officer. Gintoki took this chance to slide his length back in his mouth, this time grabbing Hijikata’s hair as he forced him to take him entirely. Whatever Hijikata was under did not seem to suppress his gag reflex, leaving the man spluttering around Gintoki’s length as the man breached the back of his throat. The choked noises he was making all went straight through Gintoki’s dick, groaning as the vibrations racked through him. Hijikata attempted to pull away, struggling for breath but Gintoki’s grip on him was firm, not allowing the man to move as he continued sliding down his throat. Within no time, he was fully seated in the other, with Hijikata’s face grinding against his groin as he took pleasure in the warm heat of the man’s throat.
Hijikata was in much poorer shape, still struggling to breathe around Gintoki. The glassiness in his eyes seemed to grow as he began running out of oxygen, drool unconsciously leaking down the side of his lips. Tears began slipping out of his eyes as Gintoki moved him up and down, caring little for the other man's distress as he dragged his head from the tip of his cock all the way to the base in quick, sharp movements. All the while, Gintoki never let up of Hijikata’s dick, continuing to grind his foot down on the other. Rays of pleasure shot through Hijikata’s oxygen-deprived mind.
With all these sensations flowing through him, it didn’t take long for Hijikata to come, jerking against Gintoki’s foot as he felt his pleasure come to a peak. He let out a long moan as he felt his release course, pushing Gintoki over the edge as well. The samurai shot his cum down the other’s throat as he quickly pulled out. One hand still in the other’s hair, he held him tight as he used his other to grab his length, pumping the last bits of his cum right on the commander’s face. Hijikata coughed through all of this, struggling to handle the sudden return of his breath amongst the pleasure still running through him as he came down from his orgasm. With Gintoki’s remains littered across his teary face, lips red and swollen from the assault, he painted the prettiest picture Gintoki had ever seen. He couldn’t help but harden again looking at the scene laid out in front of him.
“Unfortunately, Hijikata, it seems that you still have some work to do, hmm?” The silver-haired man couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as the words seemingly flew over the other’s head, who had quickly slumped over without Gintoki’s tight grip keeping him upwards. A wet spot had grown apparent in his pants, making his pleasure more obvious for those around. Gintoki couldn’t help but smile at the image.
This was going to be a fun afternoon.