In the End

Author's Notes:

Thanks to the suggestion from a couple of readers, I will offer a brief explanation of the Japanese terms that will make frequent appearance in this story.

Yakuza is a group that thrives on loyalty. Within a yakuza clan, if betrayal is suspected, it can be reprimanded only by death. When given a warning in yakuza, it is usually paired with the parting of a finger; typically one starts with the small finger on the left hand. Each yakuza clan has its own title and its own symbol. Each member of yakuza clan is required to have a tattoo of the clan's symbol on their body. The bigger the tattoo, the higher one's status.

Kumicho: Reigning leader of a yakuza clan. A kumicho's words are law and they cannot be defied. Deviation from the kumicho's words can result in death. A kumicho is often the oyabun of the clan. An oyabun refers to someone who is the boss of the yakuza clan as most clans started with a strong and large family.

Saiko komon: Senior advisor. The saiko komon is responsible for all the administrative businesses associated with the clan. Some of the duties may also include strategizing when there is a feud with another yakuza clan. Saiko komon is on the same level as the wakagashira.

Wakagashira: First lieutenant. The wakagashira is responsible for commanding the fights and men of the yakuza clan. Wakagashira is expected to lead the men into fights and assign duties to each group and individual. A wakagashira is expected to be the best fighter in the group and should specialize in a particular style of fighting. Wakagashira is on the same level as the saiko komon.

Shateigashira: Second lieutenant. The shateigashira is to serve and assist the wakagashira in all his endeavours. The shateigashira is expected to lead fights when the wakagashira is unable to.

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Chapter Two - Make Love and War

“I’ll be booking you tonight.”

The sentence registered but Shuusei’s brain was stuck on an earlier threat. Don’t make me pull out my gun. There were only two types of people in this city who could threaten with the aid of a gun. One, the justice department; but let’s be real now, who in the justice department would take a step into a place like this? So the only option left was yakuza. And, oh, how he could not stand yakuza. “I have no interest in serving yakuza.” Shuusei slapped away the hold that Kirin had on his chin to rise from the floor in haste. It was perhaps just a second too fast, the rising; and Shuusei felt a wave of dizziness that left him defenceless and weak for a brief moment.

It was all Kirin needed to pull the host back and down onto the sofa.

The young kumicho found that despite having such hard and bottomless eyes, the host’s physical strength was quite on the contrary. Easily, he had the host’s back on the sofa and himself hovering above Shuusei, straddling him. Such contrast excited him; it excited him as much as the thought of perhaps owning this host and calling him his. “Aren’t you a mouthy one.” He muttered with a grin on his lips. His fingers caressed Shuusei’s cheek and brushed them against the forever pouting lips. Only they opened and teeth closed around a finger sharply. Hissing, he drew back and slapped the host out of reflex.

But if he thought he was the only one who worked out of reflexes, the knees to his back that nearly took him off his balance told him otherwise. After a split second of surprise, he looked back down at the stubborn host and couldn’t decide on whether he was impressed or annoyed. Above everything though, he knew he was interested and caught.

“Touch me again and the next one will be your dick.” The host was already threatening hotly. No, not hotly; coldly. The host spoke with an air of confidence and dignity that seemed unfounded and yet impenetrable at the same time. It was as if he was born to be a king.

“Do that again and” Kirin wasted no time pulling out his gun –one of many- strapped in its holster beneath his jacket and pressed the nozzle against Shuusei’s forehead “I will have to regret putting a hole through your pretty face.”

“Do it.” Kirin’s eyebrow shot up and he looked down at the frighteningly calm host. “Do it.” Shuusei said again and even reached up to hold Kirin’s hand that was wielding the weapon. “Do it.” He asserted, tone unwavering and gaze even more so.

Kirin was caught breathless.

It’d been so long since someone could look into his eyes with such determination that he could lose himself in those violet orbs. In a long silent moment when they searched out each other, Kirin grinned and shook free of Shuusei’s hands to place the gun by the host’s head to shoot a bullet through the sofa, and perhaps the floor beneath.

The loud sound of almost death beside his ear earned Shuusei’s startled expression for a split second, the volume shook him. And yet when the moment passed, he lifted a mocking grin and dropped his hands. “Sorry, I should have held your hand tighter so you wouldn’t have had to miss.” He was, however, keenly aware of the silent panic that surrounded them after the shot was fired. “However, do you think it was wise to shoot out in the open?” He wouldn’t be surprised if the owner of the club would charge down the stairs himself and shoot this yakuza child to death. Just think of the mess then.

“Of course, I would much prefer a private room.” Kirin grinned in delight, true delight of having finally found someone worth his time. “Lead the way, princess.” Straightening up, he grabbed Shuusei’s arm tightly and stepped closer, bending his head to place his lips next to Shuusei’s ear. “Don’t try anything funny now just because I did not put that bullet through your head. I can promise you a fate much worse than death if you do not obey.” Drawing back, he offered the host another smile before shoving him forward. “Go on, lead me.”

Under the watchful eyes of everyone in the lobby, Shuusei knew he had too much pride to let so many people witness him lower himself to a silly argument with a yakuza child. So he made sure his glare was sent to Kirin before straightening his back and holding his head up high as he led them through the crowd and to the elevators. He’d been in service for almost ten years now, hailed as the reigning number one and smarter than the lot; there was no way he would let anyone witness his fall. So he walked as if he was the one in charge; when deep inside himself, instincts and hard learnt lessons were what moved him onwards.

It was no secret that before Shuusei’s stay in Red Velvet, there were many years when he drifted from one yakuza boss to another. Of course, that time period was confined within the grounds of Kyoto and far away from this Tokyo. Shuusei had originally escaped here in search for a better future; he’d had a shred of hope back then. Months later, he discovered how pathetic that hope was. In the end, he still had to settle for what he knew best: spread his legs for strangers. As the bed partner of a yakuza boss, there were many hard learnt lessons about that world Shuusei could not forget. Although he disdained their very existence, it was the fear inside of him that had him obeying.

Once the elevator door would close, Shuusei shook free from Kirin’s grip and moved to stand at the opposite side of the elevator. Kirin watched with amusement at how his hand was tossed aside and then at the host who was busy fixing his hair in the corner. Kirin knew nothing of this host except for the fact that he had sent Ryusuke home with his tail between his legs; that alone was enough. Besides, in the brief exchange that they’ve just had, Kirin knew that this host will serve to be more than interesting enough.

So despite the obvious need of the host to be alone, Kirin followed and stepped closer. There was no sense of personal space in his dictionary right now. Trapping the host between him and the elevator wall, Kirin lifted a hand and touched Shuusei’s cheek gently. “If you really hate this job so much, why don’t you just quit?” Tenderness, compassion, interest, and perhaps even care were shown in his gesture and words. It surprised Kirin, to know that he could be capable of such soft words as well. So surprised that he was caught off guard when Shuusei shoved him backwards as the elevator stopped and the door slid open slowly. The host spared him no look and walked out.

Perhaps a little embarrassed and perhaps a little bit wounded in the pride department, Kirin gritted his teeth and whirled around to follow after the host immediately. As the head of one of Tokyo’s most powerful yakuza clan, he could not stand even a single glance of disrespect. Although he was still young and had only obtained this status four years ago, if he did not play the part himself, then who would believe in him? Following the host into his room, Kirin paused at the threshold at the pure darkness that was beyond. “Is it that hard to turn on the lights, princess?” His hand found the switch and may there be light. To his surprise, every little bit of the room was black. Black walls, black curtains, black doors, black beddings… etcetera. Just as he was busy taking in the view, Shuusei had already turned of the lights again. Kirin’s eyes twitched out of annoyance and flipped the lights back on with an extra ounce of power just to show his displeasure. “Do I need to fucking shoot you every time you cannot seem to follow orders?!”

By now, the host was already sitting on his bed, looking unimpressed at him. Where did he get this attitude?! Kirin was most curious. “Now that you’ve seen a private room, you can get out.”

Oh the smile on his face was most forced. Kirin rolled his eyes away to calm himself before pinning them on the host again. Fucking whores. Slamming the door behind him, Kirin advanced towards Shuusei in three long strides, bringing him close to the host and his fingers gripped Shuusei’s chin. “I do recall that I said I will be booking you tonight. So, before I am satisfied, you will just have to get used to seeing my face in this room.”

“And I do recall that I told you to get the fuck out.”

Really, all restraint was lost on this host. His fingers let go of Shuusei’s chin only to back hand the other, watching as the host slumped against the bed. Was he satisfied? No. He had wanted the host to come to him, he had wanted someone tame without such a mouth, he had wanted someone who could look at him with those eyes but have them filled with devotion rather than distaste. He took a step closer and Shuusei’s foot caught his stomach. If he were a normal client, he would have staggered back and fallen on his ass like a fool. That was not to say he did not have the wind knocked out of him momentarily. However, years of rolling around in a yakuza clan meant you didn’t go down unless everyone else was down.

Besides, this was a host here; Kirin refused to be taken down by a mere host!

Grunting at the contact, his hand caught the leg and dragged on it to bring down the host. He did not care if the blonde hit his head along the way, but he was satisfied with the thud when Shuusei fell on the ground. “You just can’t seem to take a hint, can you?” Kirin muttered through gritted teeth as he pulled out the bed side drawer –very well familiar with the standards that came with this club- and pulled out a pair of metal handcuffs to trap the host against a bed leg. “Now can you stop being such a bitch?”

From the floor, Shuusei huffed at the energy that was exerted. He could feel the laborious process of just breathing and felt a sharp pain throbbing on his right side. Instincts taught him to struggle against the handcuffs, but training told him that he could not see a client tomorrow night with scars on his wrists. His eyes lifted and the glare was enough to level this club. “Just hurry the fuck up.” And get it over with.

“Excuse me?” Kirin lifted an eyebrow before lowering himself onto the floor, looking over the host underneath him. Despite the previous struggles, he could not deny the attraction. Shuusei’s rebellious attitude and that face made him all the more aroused, all the more in need, all the more desperate to see what he would look like when tamed and pleasured ‘till tears. “I think I forgot to mention that I like to take my time, princess.” He even offered a most insincere smile before reaching for his knife to flip it open and shredded the shirt that Shuusei wore. What used to cover the host lay in pieces and revealed the smooth torso and

he dropped the knife next to them and touched the colourful butterfly on Shuusei’s chest

he could not hide his surprise. “What is this?” This being the numerous tattoos that covered Shuusei’s arms, but most importantly, the colourful butterfly that spanned the entirety of Shuusei’s chest.

“It’s nothing.” Shuusei’s body tensed the second that butterfly was touched and he quickly pulled back in an attempt to sit up and distance himself from the yakuza. This cursed butterfly that had become famous and led him into this mess.

Kirin’s hands closed around Shuusei’s slender waist and pulled him back down; the position strained the host’s arms. He was careful not to let the metal cut into his skin. Kirin was in no mind to notice such trivial details when he’s already been captured by the butterfly. “It suits you.” At length, he finally said. Leaning down, his breaths fanned over the butterfly and he lifted his gaze to look into Shuusei’s violet orbs. “Beautiful,” he smirked “but a fucking pain to deal with.” His tongue lapped at the skin and he both saw and felt Shuusei flinch at the contact. The texture of skin underneath his tongue surprised him and in that moment of surprise, Shuusei was pulling away again. “Hold fucking still!” This time, he did pull a little harder and watched as the tiniest cut appeared on Shuusei’s wrist.

“Then stop fucking touching it!” Of course, the host was not one to back down either. His attitude was just as bad as previously, perhaps even more so as his skin had been tarnished.

“You forget who’s in control here.” Stilling the host, he touched the butterfly again to understand that more than just a tattoo, the skin beneath the tattoo had been scarred. The more he traced, the more he could feel the shape of a butterfly. “How did this happen?” And the more he traced, the gentler his touches became, the softer his voice became, almost as if he was speaking to a lover. “I doubt you wanted this yourself.”

Shuusei offered him a crooked grin that was meant to mock. “People like you did it.” It was disgusting to have a yakuza touch the butterfly as if caressing a lover’s body when another yakuza was responsible for this. His eyes grew cold, his smile gone; Shuusei lifted his head and dared Kirin to continue. “Just shut the fuck up and get this over with.”

“I am not like them.” Kirin responded almost out of reflex, but his mind could finally understand a little something. It certainly would explain the host’s hostile attitude towards him. “But I do like the sounds of getting it on.” Slowly but surely, he slid a hand between the host’s legs and cupped him through the layer of jeans that Shuusei had on. The butterfly served as a reminder of what the host had been through, but like he had said, it indeed was beautiful like the host.

As ashamed as he was to admit this, Shuusei certainly could not deny the shock of pleasure that ripped through him. Body behaved before mind, and his hips moved towards the hand before he forced them back down. Even if it was brief, it was enough for Kirin, and Shuusei turned his head away from him immediately.

Humiliated.
Embarrassed.
Shamed.

Shuusei could not understand why his body still reacted so readily.

“Why fight against something you want?” Kirin whispered next to Shuusei’s ear, his fingers pulled at the belt and pushed at the pants to free the bound organ; exposing it to the cool air of the room and then to his warm hand. Another jerk of his body, but Shuusei kept his head turned away firmly. “You know if you were a little nicer, I wouldn’t have to keep you cuffed like this.” He cooed softly; more than anything, he wanted the host to want him as well.

“And if you were a little smarter, you’d go fuck yourself.”

“No thanks, I’d rather fuck someone else.” Turning Shuusei’s face back to him, Kirin pressed his lips against the host’s. He was determined to taste every little bit of him tonight. And the next time. And the time after that. He would not deny the fact that Shuusei more than just interested him. He intrigued him, puzzled him, attracted him, lured him in, and most importantly, Kirin desired him. It was a raw desire that was unmatched.

Despite how vile the host’s words can be, his lips proved to be soft and plush underneath his own. It was addicting until his tongue was caught and Shuusei bit down hard on flesh, drawing blood for both of them to taste. Kirin frowned and thought about finally just strangling the host before deciding to catch Shuusei’s lip between his own teeth, biting as Shuusei had done before.

“Don’t fucking kiss me.” The host finally had enough of this war and pulled his head away.

“You’ll let me fuck you, but you won’t let me kiss you.” Kirin started; his tone just as challenging. For fuck’s sake, were they trying to have sex or war? “Don’t you think that’s rather stupid?” His lips attached themselves to Shuusei’s neck, making sure to leave his own marks. “Does this bother you as well?” His hand gripped around the host’s semi-erect cock and gave it a firm squeeze. “How about this? Mmm?” And regardless of how much detest there may be, Shuusei’s body reacted as a host had been trained to react; he couldn’t help the little jerk of his hips at the attention that his cock was receiving.

“Ho?” Kirin’s lips curled into a smile and he watched Shuusei’s expression with much interest. “Why fight against what you want?” He asked again, and could not resist pressing those soft little kisses against Shuusei’s cheek. “If you would just be truthful like your body is, then we can make this much more enjoyable.” Except Shuusei promptly turned his face away and forced his body to grow limp on the floor. Kirin growled at the reaction that he obviously did not want, perhaps a little embarrassed that he had kissed the other so softly. He was a kumicho! He was not supposed to be soft. “No offense, but you’re horribly boring.” Even his hand stopped and Kirin sat himself back up to look down at the host. “How do you expect me to fuck you when I’m barely hard, mm?” Although the host was attractive on his own, the attitude really could not be fathomed. “Do I really have to rape you?”

It was evident that the kumicho wasn’t thinking about leaving before getting what he wanted, and Shuusei knew that neither would benefit from this position. His violet eyes were pinned on nothing in particular but wanted to glare at everything in sight. He hated this weakness that stemmed from his own disposition, life and the career path that he was trained for. Finally, an inaudible sigh passed his lips and Shuusei turned his head to look up at Kirin.

“Release me, I won’t fight.”

“I don’t trust you.”

Shuusei wasted not another breath but lifted a slender leg instead. Thankfully Kirin was still straddling him, so the apex of his knee brushed against the front of the kumicho’s pants without hesitation; and from the slightest tightening of grip on his own cock, he knew the yakuza felt it.

“Fine.” Kirin spoke after a short pause and lifted a corner of his lips into a grin. “If you try anything funny, we’ll just tie you back down to a more interesting position.” He ended with a cheeky wink before moving to put key to lock, freeing the host’s thin wrists.

Thin.

Everything about Shuusei was thin, Kirin couldn’t help but notice; it was almost an unhealthy state of thin. The kumicho would have inquired more if the host’s hands weren’t already on his pants and ridding him of said fabric. Perhaps a little surprised at the turn of events, he watched as the blonde head lowered and oh the warmth that followed had him titling his head back.

Yes, this was more like it.

A hand fell against the floor and supported his body weight as he enjoyed the mouth that worked on his length. The previous moments of struggling all seemed so worth it. Casting his gaze downwards at the host who was on his knees and bent forward with his cock in his mouth…

“I can’t believe you were holding out on me like this.” His fingers threaded through Shuusei’s blonde hair for a grip, but it was a grip short lived when the host slapped it away and rose from the engorged member.

“Keep quiet and I can finish this soon.”

Was that a jab at his stamina? Kirin grinned and pushed the other back, watching as the host fell against the bed in an inviting position. Inviting in body language, but Shuusei’s eyes spoke of death. “That’s no fun for you. How would you get your release if you only worked on me?” Moving himself forward to join the host, he realized he never even took off his jacket and shirt. Hell, even his pants were only pulled down to his knees.

What a host.

“A cold shower always does the job just fine.” Shuusei retorted with an insincere smile that was more malicious than assuring.

“Nonsense.” Kirin’s eyes hooded and his hand pushed apart Shuusei’s legs to find space for himself to settle in between. “I know just the way to please both of us at the same time.” The tip of his cock pushed against the puckered entrance, but Kirin was occupied with trying to reach the open drawer of the nightstand, trying to look for a tube of lubrication.

Kumicho or not, Kirin found that the thought of hurting this host was displeasing.

Underneath him, Shuusei leaned up and grabbed Kirin’s collar, pushing ‘till their noses were almost brushing. So close. “Just hurry the fuck up.” If there was no way to get out of this, then the quickest route was the best route.

“Sexy.” Not really.

The tube of lubrication was tossed aside when his fingers were coated with its contents, smeared over his cock and the passage that gripped around him with each inch that he pushed in. Sex had always just been sex. If he got what he wanted, then it was good. It’d never been anything more or less; just his body seeking for pleasure and allowing his brain a moment to shut down. So then, what was it about this host that had him leaning over to brush away the strands of blonde hair? And what made him curl his hand around the host’s erection was still unknown. Of course, the way his lips would brush against Shuusei’s collarbone, neck, shoulder… absolutely confidential.

Kirin didn’t know what the host was thinking for Shuusei had kept his face turned away, but he supposed the only consolation would be how his slender body moved as he pushed in and pulled back, meeting him thrust for push. And when the peak did come, Kirin realized that he’s never even gotten a name to at least breathe out.

It was during the aftermath, as he watched the host’s rapidly rising and falling chest, did Kirin realize that despite everything, this host interested him more than anyone else.

“You can get out now.”

But it was short lived as Shuusei pulled himself away immediately and sat back up; on the floor followed a trail of semen left behind as evidence of what had passed.

“Now, now; that’s no way to behave after hitting your climax, princess.” Giving up was not part of Kirin’s life. So when Shuusei withdrew, Kirin moved forward to push some more. “How about giving me the name of someone who’s given me such an interesting evening?” And just because he knew it would annoy the host, he even pressed his forehead against Shuusei’s.

Sweaty and what-not.

“How rude. It is only natural that you offer your name first before asking for someone else’s.” Shuusei wasted no time shoving the other away before rising from the floor. He walked in quick steps to the door and even pulled it open for the other. See how nice he was being? “Get out.”

It was almost sad, how the other rejected him so much. Heaving a sigh, Kirin stood up to fix his attire; which only consisted of pulling up his pants and closing the zipper. “Why is it that you cannot even look at me without wanting to kill me?” Stopping a few steps away from the host, he attempted to catch Shuusei’s eyes. “I would have treated you very nicely if you could just look at me and tell me your name.”

“Get lost.”

“After you tell me your name.”

“Fuck off.”

“Your name?” Shuusei’s head snapped back up and he pinned a look of utter disbelief at the kumicho, who in turn held up his hands as if in surrender. “I don’t know about you, but I have all the time in the world to stand here and wait for your name.”

That hit the mark and he knew it too.

“Shuusei. Now go die.”

“And which characters do you use to write that name?” The glare that was sent in his direction certainly spoke of a heinous crime about to be committed. “Alright, alright, I’m gone!” After leaning forward to leave a chaste kiss on Shuusei’s cheek. If he had lingered a second longer, Shuusei would have landed a slap on his face just as quickly. “Oh and…” At the threshold, Kirin turned back with a sudden after thought before he pulled out the bottle of pain killers. “Here. I know I wasn’t the nicest tonight, but… anyways, they should dull the pain.”

Peace offering?

Shuusei looked from Kirin to the bottle before slapping it away and they both watched as the innocent bottle rolled on the carpeted floor. “Did you have to…” Kirin also should have seen the slamming of the door in his face coming; but no matter how prepared he could have been it still had him flinching backwards and blinking rapidly at the pane of wood. Now the question became: should he or shouldn’t he?

In the end, he could only smile and patted around his pockets looking for a slip of paper and a pen. Scribbling down a few quick words, Kirin left the note on the floor with the bottle of pain killers on top of it. Satisfied with his handy work, Kirin looked at the closed door for a moment longer before turning to leave. The evening was still young, and as a kumicho, there were more businesses to attend to than rolling around in bed –or floor- with an attractive host. Yet, he couldn’t help but think that the sound of rolling around in bed with Shuusei was certainly appealing.

Outside of the door stood the bottle and the note for when the host would eventually open that door.

I’ll see you around, princess.

-- Kirin

To be continued...