Okita was a wild man. At least that's what every person who saw him for the first time said. The sleeves of his blue haori always stained with the blood of his opponents affirmed that idea, but you knew him a little better and you knew that beneath that wild facade hid a man with strong values, who would give his life for those he cares about.

You were an oiran, a courtesan who was good at pleasing her clients, but that didn't stop you from being interested in him every time he paid you a visit. Being used to rich civilians asking for your services, who didn't even bother that you received anything in return in that encounter beyond a few coins, the Shinsengumi Captain of the First Division was one of the most interesting men you had met in your life.

There were countless times that he had required your services, and many of your encounters were just him complaining about something that had happened to him that day while you simply gave him a massage, listening carefully to each of the words that came out of his mouth. You liked to fool around with the idea that those moments were the closest thing to a 'date' you could have with him.

That these sweet moments happened did not mean that all your encounters were innocent. In a few of them, when the man was more stressed than usual, he showed you with great ease that he could live up to the savageness that was attributed to him.

In fact that was what was happening at that moment, the man had not taken two seconds to jump on you once he saw you in your chambers. The lack of time to react made you fall to the ground, Okita's experienced hands trying to get rid of your clothes while his mouth adhered to your neck as if his life depended on it.

"Yer so beautiful..." those words left his lips, making you shiver at the feel of his breath against your neck. The man's desperation was such that it seemed like you hadn't seen each other for weeks.