Savior

Kenta

“I thought you were going home?” Isao and Hayate walked in the door of the office dragging a scared looking business man behind them.

I shrugged and getting up from the couch got the metal chair out for them. It was the one we used a lot and it looked like it. The paint was worn off in places where the rope would rub against it. “Didn’t feel like driving all the way over there.” Truth was I was too sore to sit on the bike anymore. That and I’d been doing some research. Or trying to. Setting the chair down off to the side out of the way, I went and got the rope. There was a clatter of metal against wood and the man started babbling.

“I didn’t mean it! Please let me go! Please I have a wife and chi-“

“Yeah the same one you were cheating on?” Isao seemed a bit more pissed than usual, but then again he was sporting several bruises and a gash down his arm. “I told you, you don’t touch those girls. You want to touch you gotta pay more.”

“I’ll pay! I’ll pay double! Anything, just don’t hurt me.”

Kneeling behind the chair, I clenched my jaw as overused muscles protested. Wrenching his arms behind the chair I quickly tied them. Hayate nodded to me and waved Isao off before stepping in front of the man.

“Next time you go to the club you won’t try to sneak in without paying will you?”

“Hey Iesada.” I called softly over the man’s pleading to get his attention. I motioned him over. “Common, I’ll get you patched up.”

He glanced back at Hayate and nodded. “Sounds good. Thanks.”

“Sure.” Plus it would give me a chance to get some information from him. There was the smack of a fist against flesh and a yelp as we headed toward the back rooms.

“That stupid old man. That was the fifth time he’s tried that. Hayate and I decided it was time to take more drastic measures.” Isao sat down at one of the tables, running a hand through his short hair before taking his glasses off and setting them on the table. I headed for the shelf where the medical supplies were kept. Isao, surprisingly kept talking.

“Sometimes I really don’t understand people. They have to know they are going to get caught and that it’s going to mean punishment. Are they really just that stupid or is it something else?”

Setting the kit on the table I looked at him for a moment. With his glasses off he looked surprisingly soft, more approachable and not so scary. I thought for a moment about what he’d said as I got out the alcohol wipes.

“I think some people don’t think they will get caught, that or they think it’s that they shouldn’t have to pay. Hold out your arm.” I’d helped clean up so many people after fights it was like second nature anymore. I couldn’t do stitches as neat as Akira, but I could do them. Isao didn’t even flinch as I gently started to clean the blood from the wound.

“I guess so. Some people think they are entitled.”

I glanced up at him but he was watching what I was doing. It was so weird to be talking to him like this. Normally he only talked to me to chew my ass out or call me stupid. “Hey, I gotta question.”

“What’s that?”

Setting the bloodied cloth to the side I looked at it for a moment. “If I needed to look up the list of contacts where would I look?”

“You better not have been going through my files Arakaki. I had to spend a month redoing everything after the last time you helped. Can’t you read kanji?”

“Umm . . . not very well.” I picked up another wipe suddenly feeling like this might have been a bad idea.

“What do you need the list of contacts for?”

“There is something I was wanting to check out.”

He grunted and hissed softly as I wiped the cloth down his arm. “I’ll get it for you. Anyone in particular you’re looking for?”

“Not sure yet. Need people who got influence higher up.”

“Politically?”

I shook my head. “No, entertainment industry.”

“This have something to do with the band?”

“It might.” I wasn’t sure why I didn’t want to tell him what Ishimura had told me. The band was my responsibility, not the clan’s. I would keep them safe. That and there was no fucking way I would risk Ryuu finding out they were being targeted. He would have a complete fucking meltdown. “Just want to keep them safe.”

“Yeah, tough job with Ito, he seems like he’d be a handful.”

“He’s not that bad, just gotta know how to handle him.”

Isao chuckled. “Which I bet you do quite well.”

I gave him a look. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh come on, everyone knows you guys are a couple. It’s totally fucking obvious.” He suddenly leaned forward and smacked me on the ass.

“Oi! What the fuck!” I jumped twisting around and banging my hip into the table. That had fucking hurt. I slowly lowered my fist glaring at him. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

He threw his head back and laughed. “I was right! Oh, Hayate is going to shit his pants. I won the bet!”

“You ain’t right about nuthin’!” I growled as I slammed the roll of gauze onto the table. Try to fucking help someone and this is what I get. Fucking teased.

“Oh I am right. You haven’t sat down this whole time and there is a chair right behind you. Besides that you are still limping. Hayate is never going to believe this. He swore you’d never let anyone top.”

I stared at Isao. What. The. Fuck. They talked about my sex life? “Shut the fuck up already.”

He was still laughing as I wrapped his arm. “I never took Ryuu for the aggressive type.”

I narrowed my eyes and yanked the knot tight enough that he yelped. “Hey, take it easy, Kenta.”

“You need to shut your fucking mouth before I shut it for you.”

He snickered. “Right. You still can’t beat me in a fight.”

“First time for everything.”

“Got that right. But seriously Kenta, go home and soak in the tub. You shouldn’t be this sore.”

I tossed the remaining gauze into the kit unsure what to do about that odd fluttering sensation. It was back again for some reason. “It’s not as bad as I thought it was going to be.”

Isao got up, putting his glasses back on and I realized I’d just admitted it. Fuck was I ever stupid.

“It’ll get better, next time will be easier. Just take things slow and if it hurts say something. It took Hayate and I a while to get adjusted. After our first time I never wanted him to touch me again. I was walking bowlegged for a week.” He patted my shoulder looking down at me a soft smile on his lips. “I think you are a perfect match for Ryuu, Kenta. You guys make a great couple. I’ll go get that contact list for you. Thanks for bandaging my arm.”


Ryuu

I woke in a slight panic. Kenta hadn’t come home last night . . . or rather this morning. I’d stayed up as late as I could but had finally crashed out on my bed. I went to sit up and realized I was no longer laying on top of the covers and something was weighing them down beside me. My eyes widened and I gasped softly seeing Kenta asleep beside me. He was lying on his stomach, the pillow bunched up under his head. Slowly, almost afraid to touch him, I moved the strand of hair covering his eyes. He looked so peaceful and it made my chest ache looking down at him. My relief was so profound it almost made me cry. He was here. Here beside me.

Snuggling back under the covers I curled up next to him, just watching him sleep. His hair was still wet and he smelled of my shampoo. I couldn’t stop myself from sliding my hand along the smooth contours of his back and was a little surprised to find that he was only wearing boxers. He never went to bed without wearing both boxers and pajama pants and socks usually. At least he never had when he’d stayed over before. It was entirely too tempting and I wondered if he’d done it on purpose. Why else would he come to bed mostly naked? Licking my lips I moved closer shivering as my erection brushed the smooth skin of his leg. Sliding my hand further down I rested it on his lower back, just above the waistband, waiting to see if there was any reaction. He didn’t so much as twitch.

Grinning to myself I slipped my hand lower under the fabric. His skin was so warm and still a little damp from his shower and I wondered how long he’d been asleep. Looking up at his face, there was still no change, his breathing as deep and regular as ever. He wasn’t as heavy a sleeper as Akira but he slept pretty soundly. Maybe I could surprise him. I wasn’t sure why, but I was feeling mischievous and dying to hear that voice again.

Sliding my hand down further, I shivered lightly, my skin prickling in anticipation as my finger tip brushed over the area. I froze as he moved his leg a soft murmur coming from the full lips. He’d actually given me better access with the way he’d brought his knee up. I smirked and slid down along the slim form. Why did he have to have such an exquisite body? He was all smooth skin and perfectly sculpted muscle, the odd scar, but that just added interest. I wondered why he never got a tattoo like Jiro or Daisuike. I’d thought that was part of being part of the clan, but part of me was happy that he hadn’t yet. Maybe it meant it would be easier for him to leave it.

Leaning down I kissed the smooth skin of his hip as I pulled the boxers lower. He smelled so good. Just the natural smell of him was enough to comfort me . . . or arouse me as the case was now. I resisted the urge to bite that smooth perfect rear, it was just so tempting it was actually making my mouth water. Instead I wet one of my fingers and slid it over his entrance. I wasn’t actually going to do anything, I more just wanted to see if I could wake him up, maybe if he still wanted to continue once he was . . .

It slid in without so much as a sound and I shivered thinking about how incredible it had been to have him under me. He was just so tight, even now. I slowly worked my finger in and out and was slightly surprised to hear a low moan. Oh my god . . . I needed to record him sometime. I couldn’t . . . I had to have him. I didn’t want to wait any longer. Leaning up I felt around for the condoms and lube but only found the lube. Damn it. It would have to do for now.

I shuddered gasping as I spread the lube over my erection making sure to use plenty. Working my finger around a few more times I slid it out. Crawling up over him I kissed his shoulder. Never had I felt so aroused by a lover. Maybe it was that I felt more connected to him emotionally than I ever had to anyone else.

Slowly, gently I pressed against him unable to bite back the moan as I slipped inside. It wasn’t as difficult as it had been last time though it was still extremely tight. He was totally relaxed this time, unlike last time, and I was able to completely enter that incredible warmth. I had to stop once I was fully inside or risk coming right then. I hadn’t got it fully in yesterday, he’d just been too tight. The feel was unreal, the tight heat surrounding my whole length. It was like the heat from his body set my blood on fire, the rush shooting through me. I felt him tense suddenly, his body jerking.

“No! Rame! No!”

I gasped softly my elation evaporating. Who was Rame? Before I could move Kenta was twisting around the dark eyes blinking rapidly. His voice seemed a bit off, too high pitched and almost scared sounding.

“What the fuck . . . Ryuu?”


Kenta

I was going to kill him. What the fuck was he doing? Having sex with me while I was sleeping? What the hell? I wanted to move, but I felt pinned, my ass throbbing. Fuck.

“Ryuu . . . get off me.”

He didn’t say anything and didn’t move either. I raised my head again looking at him over my shoulder. He had his head down, his hair covering his face.

“I . . . I’m sorry. I thought . . . I just . . .”

Fuck it all to hell. He was crying. “Ryuu . . . you need to wake me up if you want to do this.”

“I-I know, I’m sorry. I’ll get off of you now.” I gasped tensing as he started to move and heard him gasp. “Ke-Kenta don’t do that. I can’t move.”

“Can’t move? Why?” I managed through gritted teeth. It felt entirely too large to have actually fit in the first place and right now I wanted it out. The stinging was intense as was the pressure.

“You . . . you’re tensing up too much . . . you’re hurting me.”

“Wha . . .” I was hurting him? “How am I hurting you?”

He leaned down and sliding his hand under my hip grabbed my cock and squeezed hard enough it made me yelp.

“Like that.”

Since when was Ryuu so cruel? He sounded almost irritated. I shuddered trying to get myself to relax except he hadn’t taken his hand off me but was instead slowly stroking me. The pleasure felt more intense after the pain for some reason.

“Do you really not like this? Not like being with me like this?”

“Tha-that’s not it.”

“Then what is it?”

I couldn’t really think straight at the moment and it wasn’t very fair of him to be asking me all these questions like we were having a normal conversation. How was I supposed to react, getting woke up like this? He was lucky I hadn’t punched him after the dream I’d been having.

“I . . .” How was I supposed to tell him that letting him do this made me feel emotions I’d never in my life felt before. Emotions that I’d always scoffed at in others. He shifted and I bit my lip feeling the pull. Fuck, that felt weird, I could feel the pressure against my tail bone and it was kind of freaking me out. Just how far in was he? “It’s not that I don’t like it . . . I’m just not sure how I feel about it yet.”

He murmured something I didn’t catch and I gasped as he slid back. Was he getting off me? No, no he wasn’t. Oh holy shit.

“Oh shi-it. Ry-Ryuu.”

He let go of my cock and I felt him lean down, his chest against my back. His breath was warm on my cheek. “Kenta . . . do you really want me to stop? Remember how good it was yesterday? Don’t you want that again? I can make it even better.”

My skin felt like it was crawling. Better? How could it be better? I gasped my head coming up as he came back down.

“God you are so tight.” Hands grabbed my hips and suddenly he was moving faster. At least this time it was sliding in and out easier, there was no pain at all. Just this incredible pleasure that would spike each time he thrust into me. Okay, yeah this was better. I realized I was moaning with each movement of his hips, but I couldn’t stop myself. It was impossible, it simply felt too good. Before I even realized it I was coming all over the place shouting his name. I heard him moaning and then there was suddenly extra warmth all through me. Holy fuck. He’d just come inside me. He slumped down against me. I could feel him trembling and soft lips brushed my ear then my neck.

“I’m sorry for not waking you first, but after yesterday I was afraid you’d never let me top again. I just wanted to show you that it could be good.”

I sighed. “I enjoyed yesterday. Even if my ass was so sore it was hard to sit.”

I sucked in a breath as he pulled out. I felt rather sticky now, that slickness dripping down the insides of my thighs. My skin was tingling, my muscles still twitching. My heart was pounding like fucking mad and there was an odd pressure in my chest. I blinked a few times not sure what to do about the stinging behind my eyes. What the fuck was wrong with me? So my boyfriend fucked me, wasn’t that how it was supposed to work? I shivered as he pulled me over onto my side, hugging me to him. I met his eyes for just a moment, the grey seeming unreal. The pressure in my chest suddenly exploded into full blown pain. Why did he want to be with me? I was nothing but a fucking thug. I didn’t even realize I’d said anything till he frowned.

“Why what?”

I fumbled for words. Nothing new there. “Why me?”

“Kenta . . .” He suddenly looked pained, his brow furrowing. “I love you, like I’ve never loved anyone in my life. I would do anything for you. I just want to make you happy and see you smile. Making love to you is just one way of showing you just how much I love you and want to be with you.”

Making love.

“Kenta . . . are you upset with me.”

I looked up at him realizing I’d not said anything for a while, too lost in my own thoughts. I shook my head. “No . . . not upset . . . just confused.”

“About us? Or about sex?”

“Umm . . . both?”

He pulled me tighter against him. His warmth made the pain fade into a softer heat that wasn’t as unbearable.

“It’s okay to be confused Kenta, but if that is the case, please talk to me. I don’t like not knowing what you are thinking. You scared me yesterday. I thought you were upset and had left because of what we’d done.”

I wanted to smack him. “If you thought I was mad about it why the hell did you jump me this morning?”

He nuzzled his face into my hair. “You naked in my bed is just begging to be jumped.”

“And if I’d reacted badly?”

“I would have cried for a while and never done it again.”

That sobered me up a bit. I never wanted Ryuu to think that this relationship only went one way.

“Kenta . . . who is Rame?”