Rurouni Kenshin, Saitou/Kenshin, amber
Kenshin would like his friends and allies to believe that he was not the Battousai any longer, that he had put that past behind him. But Saitou knew the truth. He had fought both with and against him and they had shed enough of each other’s blood to know how the other thought. Saitou knew that the amber eyed demon of Kyoto wasn’t banished, that it lurked just behind innocent violet eyes, hiding until it was needed.
He knew because of the nights that Kenshin would show up on his doorstep, taunt and nearly vibrating with a desperate need. Those were the nights when Tokio would take the children into the house while he followed Kenshin to a meadow outside of town with bokken in their hands instead of their normal steel. Then, they would fight each other until the wood splintered in their hands and their clothes were torn from the force of their blows. Most of the time, that was enough to cool both of them, as they collapsed on the dew coated grass, gasping for breath before they picked themselves up and went back to their separate beds.
Occasionally, the amber in violet eyes was stronger and needed more of an outlet in this time of peace. Those nights, torn clothes would be ripped from willing bodies as they tried to wrestle the other into submission, seeking relief from the fury and violence that burned through their blood. This was something only those that lived through the bloody nights of the Meji Revolution could understand as sword callused hands slipped across skin and teeth drew blood for greedy tongues to lick up, bringing back those nights of fire, blood and death.