Criminal Justice

Title: Criminal Justice
(From the RPG, "The Kamakiri Group")
Rating: NC-17
Authors: Kleptomaniac Can Opener and SilverFoxfire
Disclaimer: Kazuki Takahashi owns Yugi-Oh, but the Kamakiri universe belongs to KCO and SF. Bad touch and you'll be punished by the power of the moon!

Summary: The Domino Yakuza, the Kamakiri, are about to have their hands full with more than anything the small group has ever expected! Why are the big time Tokyo Yakuza, the Storm Dragons, watching the unfolding events, and why does so much of it revolved around the second-in-command of a local street gang?

NOTES: Please visit 'The Kamakiri Group' at Yaoi-Gallery!

~*Part 1*~

Honda sighed softly as he looked at the list in his hand.

[Locate Ryuuzaki. Punch Ryuuzaki for missing appointment. Pick up milk. Pick up box of fruit flies (5,000 count). Return Ryuuzaki to Boss for further punishment.]

He pushed a hand through his hair, the stiff strands crackling between his fingers as they fought to stay in their cement-hard spike. Since when had he become a scout and a nursemaid? It wasn't his fault that the boss started fights and caused a few of his subordinates to flee him every now and then... Yet since he was the loyal one, he got stuck with these bullshit tasks.

Ryuuzaki wasn't hard to find. He normally frequented a handful of places after a fight with the Boss, and they all had to do with his beloved reptiles. That day, he was spending his time in the Reptile House at the Domino Zoo. He was just in the ragtag outfit of worn jeans, knit cap, and flannel shirt that he wore when hanging low and was staring at the Komodo Dragons.

Honda adjusted the tie to his sharp black suit and walked beside him. "Gojira," he muttered before punching him in the shoulder. He glared at him mildly. "I need to pick up fruit flies and milk. You have an hour before I have to drag you back to the boss. You can choose to come along, or you can stay here." The fruit flies were an obvious apology, since they were a favorite treat of baby chameleons.
The shorter man rubbed his shoulder lightly and gave Honda a small return glare. "I'll stay here. It's almost feeding time for Rachel."
"Suit yourself. Don't leave the zoo or I'll get permission to do more than punch you," he warned as he turned to head toward the nearest supermarket for the flies and milk. He paused a bit as he passed through the Cat Walk, watching a few of the big cats. It was funny how they all seemed to act just like housecats...

All knowing fully well that they were the kings of their houses.

"Tell Hirutani ta fuck off!"
Up ahead by the lions were a group of punks, obviously a street gang of some kind. There were two teens of little note talking to a third. The third boy was tall with a thin, wiry build; his arms bulged from slim muscles probably gained from fighting all the time. His hair was black and messy; his eyes were currently a burning liquid amber.
"Come on, Jounouchi! If we don't bring you back he'll kill us!"
"I said NO! I'll go back when I'm damn good an’ ready!" Jounouchi made a fist, his knuckles cracked. The two boys backed down. Apparently Jounouchi was not one to take lightly in a fight.
"We're going! Didn't see you!"
"Damn straight ya didn't see me." He stuffed his hands in his pockets and stormed off.

Honda raised a brow at the boy. He was smaller than himself, certainly. His shoulders less broad, but something about him made the air crackle with intensity. His own rich brown eyes focused clearly on him, amused.
Jounouchi paused and turned around, as if he had sense Honda's gaze on him. Amber and brown met.
Honda could feel that intensity more sharply now, as the eyes met his. He smirked slightly, eyes combing over him to assess his status. He was definitely a street rat... but if he'd managed to survive so long, he had to have some skills. His muscles and demeanor made that frightfully clear.

Jounouchi carefully looked the brunet over. That was not an office suit, and his instincts were screaming that he wasn't as clean cut as he looked. Jounouchi felt his lips quirk up in a smirk. This could prove to be interesting, he could use some stress relief.
He casually walked up to the sharp-looking man. His muscles were coiled in case of a negative reaction; he was always ready for a fight. If there was one thing he learned on the streets, it was to keep your 'fight or flight' mode on at all times.

"Hey, wanna fuck me?"

Honda smirked. "You wouldn't be worth my time," he said coolly. He wanted to see if this youth was truly as short tempered, as he appeared to be. "I don't fuck children."
Jounouchi snarled at him, looking very much like a lion that had his prey snatched from under him. He lashed out with a low kick, it wasn't just street, there was some actual skill to the attack. "I'm not a kid, asshole!"
Honda easily avoided the kick by moving backward lithely. "Is that so? Why don't you show me how much of a man you are, then? Try to strike me. Perhaps I shall reward you if you manage to succeed."
"Fuck-head!" Jounouchi yanked his hands out of his pockets and lunged at Honda with a fierce punch.
Honda slid his own hands lazily into his hip-pockets and began to dodge him fluidly, eyes sharp and watching each twitch of the muscles, predicting his next move.
The street rat must have had a little training when he was younger, but it was obvious most of what he knew was learned on the streets. It was also obvious that anger clouded his judgment and he could not fight to his full potential. Jounouchi growled, as he grew more frustrated.
Honda couldn't stop himself from chuckling, as the attacks grew bolder and much less intelligent. He finally withdrew his hands from his pockets, and with a smooth move, he'd twisted one arm up behind Jounouchi's back, the other was locked over his own hips.

He bent his head down to whisper into his ear. "Calmness is the key to a successful attack."
Even in his pissed off state Jounouchi felt his belly tighten.

"Hey! What's going on over there?" A security guard was making his way to the pair.
Honda whispered so closely that his breath brushed over the tiny hairs there, "Meet me down the street, at the Kurousagi market." He drew back and gave a nod to the security guard before going on his way.
The guard let Honda pass then glared at Jounouchi. "Were you causing trouble again?"
Jounouchi gave him a charming smile, the guard was too used to it to fall for it though. "What? No! Dat was uncle, we were just goofin’ off, ya know? I have homework, BYE!"
"You better stay out of trouble!" the guard yelled at the teen's back.

Jounouchi found his feet taking him to the market.

Honda was easily seen in his black suit, slipping inside. He picked up a basket to gather the milk and requested fruit flies, though now he had a few other things to pick up on his own tab.
Jounouchi shouldered pass a few glaring grandmothers and followed.
Honda paused when he saw the boy from the corner of his eye and smirked. The boy was impetuous... and easily guided by hormones. Honda liked him already.

Jounouchi spotted the man and strolled up to him. People moved out of his way. "How wifely," he cracked when he reached Honda's side.
"I agree, you would look quite cute in an apron," he replied as he found the section with the milk in it, placing a half-gallon into the basket.
The teen snorted. "Hell no. Ya can keep da job."
"Hmm, I'm sure that my job pays more than enough." He immediately sought out the pet-section and found a tiny screened-box full of 5,000 fruit fly larvae, ready to hatch.
Jounouchi blinked at the box. "Got a pet frog or sumthing?"
"No. My boss has a chameleon that's about to need feeding."
"Who is yo boss?"
"No one whose name you need to concern yourself with right now," he chuckled lowly.
The teen snorted. "Whatever."
Honda led him over to the pharmaceutical aisle and picked up a bottle. "PJ Jelly Cooling Lubrication." He looked over the bottle in his hands before tossing it in the basket.
The boy didn't seem overly concerned. He must have been serious about asking if he wanted to fuck earlier.
"Huh, dat's a new flavor. Rice cracker."
"Oh, you've already seen spiced squid, haven't you? I never knew why someone would want to suck on one," he said, a dry humor to his tone. He was sort of glad to see the boy's sex drive was high, seeing Honda as a free fuck if nothing else.

Ah, the joys of a youthful hard on... What the hell was he talking about? He was twenty-two, and still woke up with a hard on, and had to choose between peeing right away or putting it off to jack off. Depending on what he was hearing that morning, it wasn't an easy decision.

"Dunno. Dis guy I know likes it though." Jounouchi walked with his hands behind his head. "How long is dis gonna take?"
Honda chuckled, wondering exactly why he was so busy. "I'm nearly done." He threw a box of high-quality (high sensation!) condoms into his basket. He figured that fifteen ought to hold him a while. "Done." He led Jounouchi toward the cash register. "Pick up a snack if you want."
"Cool." He snatched a pack of bean buns and dumped it into the basket.
Honda shook his head a bit. He was well aware that the black-haired boy was stealing stuff. And as long as he didn't get caught – Honda didn't really care. He walked to the register and paid for the goods, picking up the bag and walking out with the boy.
Jounouchi followed him without any real worry. He figured if the guy was going to hurt him, he would have back at the zoo.

Honda looked over his shoulder at him. "I need to retrieve a coworker, and then head back home. Are you coming along with me?"
"Sure. I got nuthin' else ta do."
Honda chuckled low in his throat and led him back to the zoo, finding Ryuuzaki once more. "Are you ready to go, or must I drag you?"
"Che. I'm coming. Who's the kid?"
"I'm not a kid." Jounouchi glowered at the short man.
Ryuuzaki snorted. "A punk kid at that."
Honda smirked a bit. "He's coming with me." He turned to begin walking out of the zoo with the two in tow. "I'm unwilling to keep the boss waiting any longer."

Honda knew how he got when he was kept too long in the dark. Haga-sama's threads wore very thin.

His companions continued to trade insults behind his back, it sounded like they were having fun.
"I'll take you back to the zoo and feed you to Rachel."
"Who's Rachel? Yer ugly girlfriend?"
"No! She's the Komodo Dragon, and she's not ugly!"
"Ew, ya're a Scaley!"

Honda shook his head a bit and let them screw around as he led them to his bike. "It'll be a tight fit on the back unless someone wants to ride in front of me. Volunteers?" His bike was big enough to fit the three of them well enough, especially when the driver was Honda.
"Go ride him, punk. It's what you want, anyways."
Jounouchi stuck his tongue out at Ryuuzaki. "Ya make it sound like a bad thang." He climbed onto Honda's lap while Ryuuzaki sat behind him.
Honda chuckled slightly and got adjusted to the three of them being on the bike before starting it up, the powerful engine making the entire cycle shake roughly. He forced up the kickstand and took off toward Haga-sama's house.

Jounouchi fitted quite snugly against the brunet, his thighs had some promise of power too.
Ryuuzaki rolled his eyes. He swore he could smell the hormones.
Honda did quite like the feel of the slender boy in his arms, settling him between the muscled arms and thighs. The ride didn't take long (devastatingly...) and Honda pulled past the security gates and into the garage where a few of the sleek, unmarked cars were kept. He parked the bike and waited for Ryuuzaki and the kid to dismount.

Honda only just then realized that he'd never gotten his name. "You, what's your name?"
"Call me Jounouchi."
Ryuuzaki jumped off the bike and headed inside. "Don't got a first name, brat?"
"It's none of ya damn business what my first name is." He slid off of Honda's lap.
Honda nodded. "Jounouchi it is." He handed Ryuuzaki the bag of items. "Go on and deliver it to the boss. Remember to shut the fucking windows tonight, I don't want to hear the sounds of your 'make up' time again," he scolded.
"Fuck off, Honda." He took the bag and went to see their boss.

"Havin’ sex with da boss, huh?"
"Ah," Honda replied, shutting the garage door. He drew out his own bag of condoms, lube, and buns and held it in the crook of his arm. "What do you drink?"
"I don't." It didn't look like the boy cared for alcohol from the look in his eyes.
Honda tilted his head a bit. "I wasn't referring to alcohol. What do you drink normally? I can tell you're underage."
Jounouchi rolled his eyes. Like THAT ever stopped anyone from drinking. "Coke."
Honda nodded. "Come on, I'll get you a drink. What did you manage to get out of the store, hm?" he asked as he walked into the main part of the house and slid his shoes off.
The teen knocked his own shoes off. "Hawaiian rolls, a couple candy bars, a bag of donuts, an’ one of `em small boxes of cereal."
Honda chuckled. "Baggy clothes come in handy. I got this." He slid a pair cherry-flavored lollipops from his sleeve.
"Cool. I didn't know ya could hide anythang in’a suit."
Honda winked at him as he drew a cold bottle of coke from the refrigerator. "There are plenty of things you can hide in a suit."
Jounouchi grinned. "Yeah? Tell me."
Honda chuckled as he handed it over. "Why tell you when I can let you find things for yourself?"
"Sounds like fun." He opened his drink and took a swig.

Honda drew out a Dr. Pepper for himself and opened the cap, taking a long drink from it. "Shall we eat your buns, or save them for later?"
The teen snickered.

Upstairs, there was the sound of raised voices and a loud bang.... Oh, yes. Things were on the mend for the boss and Ryuuzaki.

Honda shook his head a bit and opened up the fridge again, pulling out a cardboard box full of mushroom and squid pizza. "Care for a piece?"
"Sure." He grabbed a slice and bit into it. "Do Scaley and yer Boss got a love/hate thing goin’ on or sumthing?”
"That's using the term loosely. They have a very powerful relationship," he said, alternating between bites of pizza and drinking the fizzy soda. "So, what was that fight in the zoo about? Who wants you back so badly?"
"No one ya'd give a damn `bout." He ate the pizza in short order and guzzled his soda.

~Topic number one: off limits.~ He noted to himself. "You in school?"
The boy shrugged. "I guess."
"How old are you? About 13?" he asked, aiming lower than he thought. It was better to assume that someone was younger for safety's sake.
Jounouchi scowled. "I do NOT look dat fuckin’ young! I'm sixteen!"
Honda raised a brow. "Fifteen at maximum."
The teen was practically simmering. "If my age is dat damn much of a turn off, I'll just fuckin’ leave right now."
Honda chuckled low in his throat. "Nine."
Jounouchi made to punch him, but Honda captured his fist and pulled him close, covering his mouth with his own. A surprised squeak escaped the teen, but not even a moment later saw him fiercely returning the kiss.
Honda purred his own approval as he fought for dominance over the younger youth. His teeth nipped at his lips and his tongue as he bullied his way inside of his mouth.
Jounouchi put up a good fight, but began to submit to the older male. He nipped Honda's bottom lip sharply to show he wasn't totally beat though.
Honda purred his approval. "Come," he ordered as he began to guide the youth back to his room with supplies in hand.
Jounouchi licked where he bit him. "About time." He willingly let himself be led.

Honda's room was relatively bare, a futon, a dresser, a chest, and a small tea table and a hearth. Not so much as a scroll on the walls. He set the bag down on the small table and slid the door shut behind them. "Mn, policy on marks?"
"Nah, do what you want."

Honda's hands slid over Jounouchi's chest and slid the jean jacket that clung to him from his shoulders. "Mm... Your muscles are wiry. You don't eat enough to build up protein, do you?"
"I dun get ta eat much." The boy had old scars here and there on his arms. Nimble fingers began to unbutton Honda's clothing.
"Mm... I want to test your skills tomorrow. You're staying here tonight," he ordered, leaving no room for argument as he began to push the dirty white tank top the teen wore up over his belly.

Either the boy got into more than his fair share of fights or...

Jounouchi laughed. "Whatever. Not like I got anywhere ta be." He helped to pull the tank off over his head.
Honda was taking note of the extensive damage on his body, skilled fingers counting out each broken bone that he encountered... Many seemed several years old, maybe five year’s time.

So that was the case... He bent his head down to place a hot, nipping kiss on Jounouchi’s neck, pulling the boy closer to his strong frame.
A soft sound escaped Jounouchi's lips. He tilted his head to encourage more. The teen tugged Honda's shirt out of his pants.
Honda slipped his hands into the waistband of Jounouchi's cargos and he purred when his fingers encountered nothing but flesh. He bit him lightly, grazing his teeth over the well-abused flesh. "What a dirty boy, you are. No underwear..." Jounouchi moaned. "They only get in da way. Like yer damn buttons."
Honda chuckled low and shifted to start unbuttoning them as well. Beneath the black jacket was the tight gun holster. That was an expensive gun too, a top of the line cop-killer... That was unusual for some business guy to have.

Jounouchi's eyes went wide. "God damn! Dat cost a pretty yen!"
Honda chuckled low in his throat and drew it from its holder. He popped the magazine free before he offered it to Jounouchi.
The boy was more than happy to look the expensive gun over; he even seemed to know how to handle it.

Honda watched him with amusement, and a little bit more desire. He'd always been a sucker for a sexy man with a gun. "Mm, it was a gift from the boss for excellent service."
Jounouchi smirked. "You like seein’ me with dis, huh? I can tell." He held the gun close and gave the barrel a lick with just the tip of his tongue.
"Ngh..." Honda replied, pulling the gun away and kissing him again, more aggressively with his fanned desire.
"Mmm..." The teen pressed against him and pushed the opened shirt off of Honda's shoulders. Rough fingers felt over his skin.
Honda shifted to shrug off the jacket and shirt, his fingers moving to the buckles and removing the holster. His hands replaced themselves on Jounouchi's cargos, able to push them down over the slim hips without unbuttoning them. "Definitely going to bulk you up..." he purred lowly. "One way or another, hm...?"
"Heh, if ya think ya can handle me." He lightly bit a nipple.
Honda chuckled. "Nothing I like more than a lion with spirit..." He blinked a moment. "Blond...?"

Honda’s fingers shifted to sift through the fine collection of pubic hair that gathered between Jounouchi's legs. "Could it be... you're a natural blonde?"
That alone made his heart pound harder. Blond... Male... Gun... Oh, Good God, that was every fantasy he had when he was fourteen...

"Nn...yeah, I know. Weird." He was getting harder the more Honda's fingers felt him up.
Honda moaned softly and murmured. "Is your hair permanently dyed... or is it temp?" His fingers slid lower to find the excited length and wrapped his hand around it, beginning to pump him slowly.
"T-temp-Ah!" His hips pressed for more.
"We're washing it out..." He shifted to sweep Jounouchi into his arms, carrying him out of the room to a bathroom across the hall; a deep bath was steaming with water already. "I want to see what you look like... when the curtains match the rug."
"Whoa! You gotta blond fetish or sumthing?"
"I didn't think I did until this moment," he lied, setting Jounouchi onto the small stool, turning on the handheld wash until it heated. "It may be I simply have a fetish for you."

Jounouchi felt his cheeks heat up and it wasn't from the steam in the room. No one ever said something like THAT to him before. "Heh, pervert." His smirk was a bit of a smile. He tipped his head back to let him wash the dye out.
Honda cupped the back of his head as he brought the water over to wet his hair down, some of the deep blue-violet dye striking the floor to trail down a drain.

"It shouldn't be hard ta get out. It's cheap stuff."
Honda chuckled. "Good... Less time for cleaning, more time for fucking in the water," he promised as he moved the water away to fill his hand with soap, fingers beginning to massage his scalp.
The teen chuckled. "Good point. Yay for cheap shit."

Sure enough, the black was almost completely gone after only three shampooings, leaving Jounouchi's hair hanging in golden strands. "Bath time now."
Jounouchi stood and stretched his back before heading to the bath.
Honda finished undressing before he followed him, leaving his trousers on a chair. His eyes roved appreciatively over him, wanting to embrace him... Among other things.

"Ya waitin' fo’ an invitation? Get in." The blond smirked with a hand on his hip, standing in the hot water.
Honda slid into the water and sat down, reaching out to slide his hands over the strong legs. "I don't want to admit how much I want you..." he murmured, his cock standing so firm that the tip had risen out of the water.
Jounouchi purred and bent down at the waist, a hand dipped down to tease the swollen head with a fingertip. "I think yer body is tellin' me just fine."
Honda moaned a bit. "Mm, I think this was plenty of foreplay. Straddle me so that I can get my fingers inside of you," he murmured, impatient.
"Why wait even that long?" The blond straddled him and began to lower himself onto Honda's waiting erection. "Haa..."
"Ngh..." Honda moaned and settled his hands on his hips. "Rough sex is your fetish, hmn?"
"Just...impatient...aa..." He settled all the way down until his ass rested against Honda's heavy sac.
Honda leaned forward to kiss him again, his fingers moving to begin massaging his firm cheeks. "Impatience... is a virtue we share."

Honda shifted to buck his hips just a bit inside of him, splashing the water a bit.
The teen moaned into the kiss and pushed his tongue inside. His hands gripped Honda's shoulders for balance. "C'mon, I'm not glass."
The brunet grinned and raised Jounouchi's hips. "Trust me... Once I know your limits... you'll be treated more like Pyrex than glass," he murmured cryptically as he thrust Jounouchi back down hard.
Jounouchi cried out and arched. "Oh God!" His young body clenched around Honda's invading cock.
Honda moaned and leaned forward to bite at his neck, suckling the warm flesh hungrily as he began to bounce the blond in his lap. Slim arms wrapped around him.
"Aa, yeah...!"
Honda moaned and rocked the boy on his lap. He was loving the feel of a hard dick between them, rubbing against his belly, accompanied with the feeling of his cock surrounded by a hot, willing body.

Jounouchi panted in-between kisses and bites. "Harder."
Honda obeyed his request, shifting his hands to start slamming the hips down as his own thrust upward to meet him. Had they not been in the water, Honda was certain that his sac would have been slapping his ass hard.
"GOD! Like that! Ahn!" His cock twitched between them. He was getting close.

Honda moaned and couldn't stop himself from placing bites and hard sucks over the teen’s collarbone as he pounded inside of him, the shift in position allowing the rough abuse of Jounouchi’s prostate.
Jounouchi screamed his ecstasy and came; his nails dug into Honda's back as his body hugged him like a vice. "AAH!"
Honda bit down hard in response, making a rather large bruise on the fleshy part of him, between shoulder and neck. He grunted as he felt his body tighten, spurting his seed deep into him. "Mn...nnn... Hmn... Looks like the... condoms were a waste of money...." he murmured, licking over the fresh bruise by way of apology.
The boy panted and rested heavily against the brunet. "Nn...fill `em with water an’ toss `em at Scaley."
"Mm... As much fun as it would be to watch them explode on him, it's a sight that I don't want haunting me... Condoms all over Gojira," he murmured, nuzzling over his neck.

In both the heat of the bathroom, the steam, and the sex itself - Honda's hair had gone limp, his dark hair hanging limply around his face.
"Hmm..." Jounouchi ran a hand through Honda's hair. "You look better this way."
"Mn... It only looks this way rarely," he promised. "Be honored. Even the boss has only seen it this way once, and that was when he walked in on me washing it."
"Heh, cool."

Honda shifted a bit to draw Jounouchi off of his shaft. "Mn... It's always the pulling out that I hate," he chuckled.
"Ahn...me too. Put it back in."
Honda chucked softly. "I'm going to put it back in when we're in bed. I can't sleep in the water."
"Sleep is for the sick and weakly," the blond joked lightly as he stood up.
Honda purred. "It's also for the after-sexed." He rose with him and slipped out for a towel, wrapping Jounouchi in it.
The teen toweled off a bit. He could get used to being the lover to a guy like this.

Honda picked up one for himself; drying enough to the point he could just wrap it around his hips and pick up his trousers. "Come, we'll rest a while. Then I'll make some snacks later."
"Sounds good."

Honda shifted to gather his clothes neatly before guiding Jounouchi back to the room. "It's small, so I hope you don't mind spooning."
"No prob." Jounouchi finished toweling off then dumped his towel somewhere on the floor.
Honda snickered and dropped his own with Jounouchi's. He then drew back the heavy futon cover and slipped in, holding it up for the blond.
Jounouchi climbed in and snuggled. This had to be the best lay ever! He was being fed and he wasn't being kicked out before he even got his pants back on.
The older man drew Jounouchi closer and began to think of a way to seduce him into the group.

There was a knock on Honda's door. "Oi!" It was definitely Ryuuzaki. "The Boss wants to see you, fin-head."
Honda grunted as he unwillingly left the warm bed that he had curled up in. Without answering, he quickly dressed in full, pausing only to fix his hair.
Ryuuzaki tapped his foot impatiently. "Hurry up, will you?"
"Fuck off," he replied shortly as he set his spike and slipped out from his room.
The short man blinked when he noticed that behind Honda, there was still someone in his bed. "Shit. The punk’s still here? You planning to keep him or something?"
"None of your business what I do with him," he retorted. "The Boss in his office?"
"Yeah," he answered as they started walking. "I think he has a job for us. You going to trust the brat to stay in your room?"
"I'll ask him when I'm done receiving the report," Honda said as he walked briskly to Haga-sama's door. He knocked and waited for the permission before slipping inside with Ryuuzaki.

"We're here, Boss."
"About time," Haga commented as he turned his swivel chair to face them. "I don't see why you insist on wearing that fin, Honda. It takes too much time." He pushed a manila folder across his desk. "There's trouble on the East-side of town. I want you two to take care of it."
Honda nodded. "It will be dealt with. Also, there is a young man with me. I'd like to request your permission that he stay until my return."
Haga quirked a thin brow over the gold rim of his glasses. "A pet, Honda? How unlike you."
Honda chuckled softly. "Not quite a pet, Haga-Sama. May he stay?"
"For today. I would like you to explain fully on your return."
Honda bowed to him. "Yes, sir. I will explain the situation after the incident is taken care of."
Haga nodded and dismissed them.

Honda shifted and left with Ryuuzaki. "The Mitsubishi today. I'll meet you in ten minutes, all right?"
He left without waiting for an answer and headed to his room. It wouldn't be right to up and leave Jounouchi alone in this place without telling him the news.

When he got there, it was evident Jounouchi had no problem raiding his fridge. Honda chuckled softly as he knelt beside the bed where the teen was bundled up, munching on a random assortment of goodies. "I need to step out on business. I'd like you to stay here until I return"
"M`kay." He swallowed. "Sure. I'll just keep myself busy." He wasn't about to leave a free meal.
Honda chuckled again and reached out to snatch Jounouchi's chin. "You have chocolate on your face." He leaned in and licked it from him slowly, before licking against his lips.
The teen reached out his tongue and rubbed against Honda’s.
The yakuza purred softly and leaned into him, deepening the kiss as his fingers sifted through the unruly blond locks.
The teen moaned and his eyes drifted half-shut.

Honda drew back after a moment with great regret, licking his own lips. "I should be back late tonight or early tomorrow morning."
"Wait, I gotta be `ere all day?"
Honda nodded. "The lot is large, though I would prefer that you refrain from entering rooms with closed doors."
He seemed to think a moment. "`kay. Guess I got nothin' better ta do."
Honda purred a bit and rose. "If you see the boss, I would advise keeping a civil tongue. He won't tolerate disrespect from anyone but his lover. And Ryuuzaki gets away with very little."
"Sure, whatever."

Honda smiled a bit again. The boss would probably meet him at some point, and Haga-sama never could resist pushing buttons and pissing people off. He slipped from the room and went to the garage after picking up a frozen water bottle from the kitchen. "Ready."
Ryuuzaki was already in the car, waiting for him. He was in his black suit and wearing stylish sunglasses. Without the hat, his hair flared back like feathers. "Took time for a quickie or something?"
Honda snorted. "Stop rocking on the seat, I don't want cum stains leaking from your ass," he retorted, claiming the driver's side and setting the water bottle in a holder. He revved the engine up and left the compound, heading out toward the given directions.
"Che." Ryuuzaki opened the folder they were given. "Looks like some hotshot from Hokkaido is trying to muscle in on our territory by putting all the local gangs under his thumb. There have been all sorts of crap going on. Maybe your stray knows something of it?"
"He may. We'll investigate first and see if anything interesting turns up in the process. Lots of animals turn up underneath rocks," he murmured, already racking his brain with lists of young up-and-coming Yakuza that may want to challenge their own group.
"Heh, this MIGHT be entertaining."
"Could be," Honda mumbled. He would do his job, and he would do what was necessary... to ensure the truth.


"That's the edge of the territories there." Not like it was hard to notice by the decline of the neighborhood. There were already a few rough kids eyeing their car.
Honda wasn't intensely worried about the car; he'd already wired the hubcaps to the battery, so that if anyone tried to steal them they'd get a nasty shock. Not only that - as soon as he activated the alarm system, the handles themselves would become electrified with the body of the car.

Top of the line Yakuza Transportation Security.

"Here looks like a good a place as any, Honda."
"Aa," he said, pulling into a shabby area. There was a broken down Daewoo on one end, and a busted up 20-year-old Toyota on the other. No. The Mitsubishi didn't stand out at all...

Honda opened the door and stepped out of the car and automatically straightened his suit, shutting the door behind himself. He slid on a pair of his custom shades and gazed calmly forward as he waited for Ryuuzaki.
Ryuuzaki climbed out and shut his door. He casually pulled on a pair of white gloves then straightened out his sunglasses. He smirked. "Hey, maybe we can find your stray's credentials here?"
Honda drew out the remote to the car and clicked the "Engage" button, the vehicle chirped and he could almost hear it become charged with electricity. "I was considering that myself. After our business is taken care of." He slid on a pair of black leather gloves for himself and flexed his fingers. "Shall we then?"
Ryuuzaki nodded and headed deep into amateur territory.

It wasn't long before they found a could of guys who thought they looked tough wearing brass knuckles they must have swiped from some store. The two teens looked the suited men over cautiously.
Honda snorted softly. Amateurs, both of them. "Who do you work for?" he asked, his tone steady and deep.
"Who the fuck are you that need to know?" one of them snapped, glaring at him. His body was tense with instinct, and ready to fight.
The other teen exchanged a look with the first one. Ryuuzaki mentally smirked to himself. That just confirmed there was SOMETHING going on after all.
The short adult cracked his knuckles. "Why don't you two make this easy for everyone and just tell us?" He gave them a nasty grin. "Because once I get started..."

Honda's lips twitched with amusement as he watched the two younger boys flinch, nervous about these men. "Tell us, before things get out of hand for you."
The first teen snarled and pulled a pipe from his jeans. "Shut the fuck up! Prepare to die, mother-fucker!"
Honda snorted softly. "I wouldn't feel right taking glory from you today. Have at, Rex." He glanced to his cohort, using Ryuuzaki’s codename.
"Thanks, Sniper. I've been itching for a bit of action."

The second teen flinched again when Ryuuzaki made fists. "I don't know about this, man... What if they're THEM?"
Ryuuzaki quirked a brow. "Who's Them?"
"..."
Honda crossed his arms casually as he stood; his legs spread a bit to emphasize his non-inclusion in this particular skirmish. A faint smirk was present on his lips.

"Just... Just a couple'a jerks in cheap suits!" The first teen snarled, "Get some balls!"
The second boy nodded and pulled out a thick chain.
"I'm feeling gracious." Ryuuzaki grinned. "C'mon, both of you at once."

The first teen growled and launched forward, swinging his pipe like a bat with one hand, and trying to get a strike with the knuckles from the other.
The other boy closed in at the same time, swinging the heavy chain down at Ryuuzaki.
The Yakuza evaded each attack easily. "You can do better than that! I'm not even trying!" He dodged and sidestepped.
The second teen squawks when his chain wraps around his friend's pipe. The first teen jerked, but the chain was wrapped securely around the metal.

Honda scowled mildly. "Pathetic skills. Who would employ such pitiful men?"

Ryuuzaki grabbed the chain-wielder by the back of his shirt and lifted him off the ground. "You look like a squealer. Talk."
"I dun know nuthin', man!"
The first dropped his pipe and fled. Honda shook his head. "Definitely sub-par, wouldn't you agree?"
"You said it. Let me guess, you're on the bottom of the food chain, right, little fishie?"
The teen nod when the man gave him a firm shake.

"So, who's Them?"
"Th-there's been sum guys goin' `round, hustlin' people."
Honda hummed softly before he suddenly moved away, striding into a small alleyway. There was the sound of someone yelping and struggling before he flew from the narrow passage, Honda striding behind. "Another weakling," he murmured.

"S-Sorry, brother..." the young man whispered to the boy in Ryuuzaki's hold.
"Gee, how sweet," Ryuuzaki commented with sarcasm dripping off his voice. He shook the teen. "Keep talking."
"I dun know much mo', man! Street sayz they make ya a offer and ya betta say yes or ya disappear!"
"Street," Honda murmured. "Tell us all you know." He twitched and drew out his gun, holding it to the younger teen's head. "Or I won't hesitate."
The young teen began to cry in fear as he felt the cold metal press to his head.
"Don't hurt him!" the teen yelled frantically. "I'm talking!"
"Talk faster."
"Street can be found on da Westside at Mori Mori, dis old creepy shop, man! Him and Sage know ev'thang's dat's goin' on!"

Honda slid the gun away. "Let's go." He put his heel on the back of the other boy and shoved, knocking him down. "I'm feeling nice. Only KO’ed him."
Ryuuzaki threw the teen down and smirked at the boy's pained cry. "It builds character."
The teen crawls to his brother's side. The young teen clung tightly to his brother and sobbed.

Ryuuzaki walked with his hands in his pockets, doing a good imitation of a certain Turk. "Mori Mori, huh? I've heard of that place. Full of incense and dried monkey paws, or something like that."
"Shark testicles to make the cock grow larger. I was sent there two years ago when they started up. Let's go," Honda said, striding from the alley.


Mori Mori looked like some wannabe ancient Chinese shop only heard about in storybooks. One could smell the incense ten feet from the front door. Inside, the front desk was being manned by an older teen with short blue hair except for a long braid trailing down the left side of his face. Further in, an old man could be seen as well, stocking shelves.
The teen popped his bubblegum. "What can we do for you gentlemen?"
Honda looked at him coolly through the black shades on his face. "I want to see Sage and Street."
"What for?"
Honda glared mildly. "Because we have business to deal."
"What kind?"
"This isn't twenty questions, kid," snapped Ryuuzaki.
"They don't just see anyone, you know. What's your business?"

Honda removed his shades to glare at him without having to go through the lenses. "Whom do you work for?"
The boy smirked. "Who do YOU work for?"
"Stop screwing with them, Sabbath." A tall, trim man in his twenties steps down from a set of stairs that were hidden by a bookcase. He had sharp green eyes that were offset by bleached bangs and short red hair. He looked like he could hold his own in a brawl. "I'm Street."

Honda trained his hard gaze on him. "My comrade and I want to speak to you and Sage. Discreetly."
Street didn't look affected. He fixed his eyes on Sabbath. "Any word?"
"None."
"I see." He motioned for Ryuuzaki and Honda to go upstairs with him. "From your looks, I'd say you're Kamakiri men. Correct?"
Honda snorted lightly. It wasn't as though he and Ryuuzaki weren't well known by other bosses. "We are."
"I thought you might come along sooner or later." The stairs ended at a thin hallway with several doors. He took them to a small lounging room, then lit a cigarette.

Honda stood and crossed his arms as he gazed toward Street. "Whom do you work for?"
"Money talks."
Ryuuzaki pulled out his wallet and handed over a large bill. It wasn't a big surprised that they had to dish money out. "So make it talk."
"We don't work for anyone."
"Is that so? Trying to make a name for yourself, then?" Honda asked, watching him, ears sharp for the sounds of any lurkers.
"Heh, not really. We hear things then tell whoever wants to know, for the right price."
"What do you know about what's been going on with the local gangs?"
"Hmm, I'm sure you know about the Hokkaido group trying to expand already. I wonder what else?"
Ryuuzaki handed him another bill. "Do tell."
"They call themselves Zodiac. They're a fair size organization. Several little minions who listen to the orders of six, who in turn listen to five, and then there's the big cheese on top."
"Names," Honda said, "of the members you are aware of."
"The six are Rat, Snake, Rabbit, Sheep, Boar, and Rooster. The five are Dog, Horse, Monkey, Ox, and Tiger. The leader is Dragon."

Ryuuzaki sweatdropped, the Zodiac weren't very imaginative. "How far have they gotten?" He gave Street a few more bills.
"They've collected around 65% of the local gangs. I suspect they normally would have had 100% by now, except two groups have been giving them extra trouble. The smaller gangs have been gathering to them for protection."
Honda thought a moment... " The two gangs that are resisting, who are they?"

If they could get descriptions on the Zodiac, it would be advantageous to them. And if the two resisting gangs were swayed to join under Haga's protection, it would be beneficial...

"The Vipers who are led by Kazuma, and the Black Dragons who are led by Hirutani."
Honda nodded and pulled out his own billfold, drew out several thick amounts, and then a piece of paper that he scrawled his cell number on. "I want information when more becomes available. You are to call me immediately after you acquire it."
Street nodded, then handed Honda a picture and a few of the bills back. "If you see him around, contact me. He might be dead."
"Who is it?" Ryuuzaki looked at the man on the photograph who must have been Street's twin or something. His hair was blond and fell in waves down to his shoulders, but his bangs were red. Silver frames surrounded green eyes.
"Sage, he's been missing a week." Street opened the door and left.

Honda slid the photo into his breast pocket and replaced the cash in his clip and slid it back in. "Let's go. Split up, I'll take the Black Dragons. The Vipers are yours to handle."
"I'll meet you around 8-ish at Yamakawa Ice Creamery."
Honda nodded to him. "My treat."


Honda parted ways with Ryuuzaki. He was aware of the small gangs in their territory, but Haga-sama rarely bothered with them unless they came to him directly. He followed the tiny symbols of a black dragon to find their lair, his intentions set on doing it quickly.
From the look of things, the Black Dragons were holed up in an abandoned warehouse. Things sounded pretty active inside. As Honda approached, the large double doors flew open. A bloody body was tossed out, followed by laughter.
"Come back when ya can fight, chicken-shit!"

Honda looked down at the body and frowned... He recognized him from somewhere... He cast it aside and stepped into the doors and glanced around. "Am I breaking up a party?"
The sound of several knives, pipes, chains, and a few guns being pulled out echoed off the walls. "Shit, another suit?"
"Sure as hell ain't `nother interview like da wimp."
The ages of the gang members varied, some looked as young as twelve and others out of high school. They were in a half circle.
One of their members was still in the center. He was done up as a Tai Fighter. Apparently, he was the one to hold the interview and was currently in charge. "Whaddya want, suit?"
"I want to talk about Zodiac," he answered simply, sliding his shades back on.

The Tai Fighter boy looked Honda over. "... Oi! Glasses! Get yer ass out `ere!"
"C-coming!" A skinny nerd type was allowed through the crowd. "Y-yes, Kaneda?"
"He dun look like da other suits."
The skinny guy took one glance at Honda and freaked. "H-he's a P-Pro!"
"Shit, first `em Zodiac freaks now Pros? Get outta `ere, Glasses."
"R-right." He ran back from whichever corner he had been hiding in.

Honda gazed steadily. "I hear that Zodiac is attempting to take control of you."
"What's it ta ya, Pro?"
"I come to offer a bit of protection. Vow your pledges to the Kamakiri Group, and you will be allowed to continue on as you have. Kamakiri-sama's protection spreads wide, and you would be afforded assistance when you require it. All that is asked in return is that you obey IKamakiri-sama when he calls for you," Honda stated at length. "You have a choice to make right now. You can make Kamakiri-sama your enemy, or you can make him your ally."

There was silence as the situation sunk in.

"Glasses, go find da Boss. Dis serious shit."
"B-but he's still angry a-about-"
"Go. Find. Him. Now."
"R-right." The boy hurried off. His mother must have been raising him to be a prissy from the look of it.
"Calm down, boys. Put da toys `way." Though it went unsaid to keep them close. Kaneda pointed over to a table with a thumb. "`ave a seat. Sake?"
"Thank you," Honda replied, moving to where he was motioned. He would treat these thugs like equals, because while they outnumbered him, he could take them out if he was so required. He sat and accepted the sake that was offered him and took a sip from the warm drink as he waited for the boss of the gang to arrive.
Minutes later, Glasses came scampering in, followed by a big teen. Purple hair was kept in a tight ponytail and a gaudy earring was in the lobe of his left ear. A square jaw, beady eyes, and heavy features didn't make him very soothing to the eyes. However, one could tell he was a tough nut that wasn't easily taken down. "I'm Hirutani."

Honda gazed to him and set down the glass, folding his hands on a crossed knee. "Then you're the one I need to speak with about my proposal. I've explained it to this one here," he motioned. "Shall I let him explain it to you, or would you like me to go through it all again?"
Hirutani put a knuckle to Kaneda's head. "Dis idiot's awready forgtten anything ya said."
"Ow! Sarry! I'ma idiot!"
Hirutani took a seat in front of Honda. "Whacha want?"
Honda glanced to him, already having a dislike for the way he treated his men. "Quite simply: You can choose right now who you want your friends to be. You can choose Zodiac or you can choose the Kamakiri group. Failure to ally yourself to either will no doubt make enemies of us both." His shaded eyes were steady on Hirutani as he spoke; there was no room for negotiation in his tone.

"Che." Hirutani knew something like this was going to happen sooner or later. Followers like Glasses and Jounouchi had agreed. "Zodiac can cut off their dicks and swallow `em." That was apparently a yes.

Honda nodded and rose. "I will arrange a meeting between you and Kamakiri-sama. If you need anything in the meantime, please contact me." He slid over a business card to him.
Glasses immediately took it for Hirutani.
Honda chuckled lightly and gave him a light bow. "I take my leave." He turned and strode from the room, shutting the doors behind him. He fixed his glasses a bit and headed toward the ice cream shop where he would meet Ryuuzaki. Hopefully his meeting had gone just as well.

Ryuuzaki was already at the shop when Honda arrived. He was munching on a large banana split.
Honda sat across from him and settled. "How did it go?" He removed his glasses and folded them into his jacket as he began to read over the dessert menu.
Ryuuzaki swallowed and wiped off his mouth. "They were all too happy to have us as a power base. From what I could tell, Zodiac was starting to get to them. Looks like some of their high-ranking members had disappeared."
Honda nodded a bit and waved over the waitress. "I'd like a fruit parfait, please. With some hot fudge."

The waitress nodded and scampered off to get his order filled.

Honda settled back and pondered. "Yes, that seems to be the case. Hirutani seemed stubborn, however. I don't think he would have given in so easily, but I'll bet that once he vanished, the group would have collapsed."
"That's the problem with the amateurs. They don't have a real structure, so once the head is gone..." He did the motion of cutting the head off with his spoon. "He didn't even have a second or something?"
Honda chuckled. "It looked like he didn't. A third, maybe. A young kid seemed to be the brains of the outfit, another seemed to be a common thug leading more."

He paused. "Hm..." Something crossed his face, as though he had made quite an obvious connection he hadn't been able to see until he stepped back.
"Hm, what?"
"I think I know exactly what happened to the second."
Ryuuzaki raised a brow. "And...?"
Honda chuckled. "He found himself in my bed."
Ryuuzaki dropped his spoon. "THAT punk is the second?"
Honda looked to him. "There were young men that were harassing him at the zoo. I recognized a few from the gang, but I didn't put it together until just now. They were trying to get him to come back."
"Damn, they're just getting younger and younger. So what? He threw a hissy and left or what?"
Honda shrugged. "I'll ask him when I get back inside."

He looked up as the waitress brought his sugary, fruit-filled treat. "Thank you, miss," he smiled vaguely and drew out his money clip then slid a large bill into her hands. "Keep up your service."

The woman blushed and smiled brightly. "Thank you!" she said as she skipped away to show the other girls.
Ryuuzaki snickered. "Player."
"Hardly," he chuckled. "I just love them cute."

He picked up a spoon and began to eat, humming a bit in pleasure at the hot fudge that was drizzled generously over the colorful cream. "Mm, don't forget to get some mint-ripple for Haga-sama. I don't need to track your ass down again when he gets upset."
"Like I could forget after the last bitch-fit he threw," he snorted. "What are you going to do with the kid, though? Haga won't just let him stay, you know."
"He may if I ask to train him," Honda murmured as he began to mix the ice cream, effectively melting it.
"You're kidding."
Honda looked to him steadily. "Do I look like I'm kidding?"
"All the chances you've been given to train someone decent and you choose a stray off the streets?"
"He may not have been formally trained when young, like you and I, but he has potential. I want the opportunity." He ate a bit more of the treat, now that it was properly liquidated.
Ryuuzaki shook his head. "It's just going to come back and bite you in the ass."
"Hopefully it will be with few teeth," he muttered. "Quit focusing on me, and eat your sundae."
"Aw, damn! It's melting!" He began eating his treat again.


Honda slipped out of the car and drew out a heavy sack filled with dozens of pints of ice cream of varied flavors. "Put the keys away, and I’ll take the ice cream."
He tossed the keys to Ryuuzaki and headed into the house, slipping his shoes off before he entered. "We're back!" he announced loudly.
"Yo." Jounouchi was leaning against a doorframe, wearing some of Honda's clothes and chewing on a cookie. The clothing hung off his thin frame.
Honda's eyes slid over him. "I'll have to take you shopping soon," he commented as he set the bag on the countertop and began putting the ice cream away.

"I have something to ask you."
Jounouchi thought he could really get used to this Sugar Daddy business. "What?" He walked over to where Honda was standing.
"Do you know a man named Hirutani?" Honda watched him from the corner of his eye.
"Yeah. Why?"
Honda chuckled a bit. "Because we just took his gang under command."
"You just WHAT with our gang?"
Honda turned to face him. "As I thought. You are his second, aren't you?"

He turned and leaned against the counter. "I am a representative and enforcer of the Kamakiri group. You are in the home of Kamakiri Haga-sama."
Jounouchi's eyes widened. "Shit...I know how ta choose `em..."

Honda watched him steadily. "How much do you know about hand to hand?"
"I hit, they fall."
Honda snorted. "Come with me." He stepped away from the counter and walked to a gym area. He shrugged off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves.
"You sayin' ya wanna fight or sumthing?" Jounouchi chucked the shirt; it would only have gotten in his way. He had already rolled the pants legs up.
"I want to see how good you are in a fight, no weapons," he purred. "I already know how agile you are."
Jounouchi smirked. "Heh." He put his fists up and bounced lightly on the balls of his feet.

Honda assumed a defensive position, his arms raised. In that stance, his muscles bulged and drew the cloth from his sleeves a bit tighter. His face was still relaxed, a sign he wasn't taking the fight seriously... yet.
Jounouchi was still wearing that smirk; he was probably taking this whole situation as play. He slowly moved in, gauging Honda's defense before suddenly stepping in with a low (Tai style?) kick to Honda's knee.
Honda smirked slightly and evaded him. "Faster."
The blond came in with a roundhouse kick (karate?) followed by a left hook (boxing?) to Honda's gut.
Honda took it in stride and allowed several strikes against himself, letting Jounouchi gain confidence. "You hit like my mother," he commented.
"EXCUSE ME?!" Headbutt!
Honda twisted to the side and gave him a thump on the back before slipping out of range. "Put a bit of spice in it, Jounouchi-kun. I'm not going to break, no matter how hard you hit me."
The teen growled and took up a fighting stance again, only this one was from a different style. His body and fists were loose and he swayed a bit.
Honda's eyes sharpened and settled on him. "That’ a boy."

Jounouchi went in with sweeping kicks, often supporting his whole body with his arms. Long legs helped to make up for his disadvantage of reach. And how many hours of Tekken had he played to learn that style?
Honda began to block each attack with his body, arms and legs countering him. "Come!" he snapped. "Come at me!"
The boy growled and jumped back onto his feet, this time trying out several Tae Kwon Do type kicks. They're unpolished, but the potential to be better was certainly there.

Honda grinned a bit. "Time to test your defensive skills..." his stance changed dramatically and he began to come after Jounouchi like a bull, his fists and legs filled with power.
"Shit!" Jounouchi could dodge and evade well, as anyone who wanted to survive on the street long could. But any hits, even blocked ones, really took it out of the boy. "Ah!" His back hit the wall, the power from one of Honda's punches went right through his arms that he had blocked with and knocked him off his feet.

Honda shifted his position to bring the boy into a Judo style throw, but instead of throwing him, he pressed him against the opposite wall. He purred deeply as he panted, and felt Jounouchi's chest rising and falling from the force of his exertion.

"You have exceptional talent... I want to make you my student..." he murmured, looking at him, his rich brown eyes glazed with passion.
"Talk later, fuck me now." Jounouchi crushed his lips to Honda's.
Honda moaned deeply and pressed into him, his veins pumping with adrenaline and testosterone. He bit at the blond's lips and sucked hard at them, ensuring bruises. His hands moved to yank the loose trousers from Jounouchi's hips, exposing his body.
The teen moaned and thrust his tongue into his lover's mouth; His hips ground against Honda's, seeking friction against his already half-hard shaft.

Honda unzipped his own trousers and shifted his briefs to let himself out, his shaft only too happy to be pressed against the other length. "How open is your ass from last night?" he moaned against his ear.
The blond shivered. "Enough."
Honda's fingers explored the area, thrusting two inside. "Mn... you're still wet..." he moaned. "I'll fill you up... "
"Aah!" Jounouchi's body pulled the fingers in deeper. He arched into the man, bare chest pressing into his shirt.

Honda moaned and rocks his fingers, opening him up a bit since they didn't have water as lubrication this time. He drew his fingers out and purred a bit. "My breast pocket... see if I still have a condom inside."
Jounouchi's long fingers reached into the pocket and pulled out a small square of plastic. With a practiced motion, he tore it open with his teeth and retrieved the rubber. The blue circle was slick with lubricant.
"Put it on... I want inside of you. Quickly..." He distracted himself by licking hungrily at his ear, nipping at the lobe.
The boy moaned and expertly reached down to slip the condom onto the eager erection. His hand snaked further down once the rubber was on and squeezed Honda's sac. "C'mon, big boy. I can take ya."
Honda's arms slipped around him, lifting him up and encouraging him to wrap his thighs around his waist. One arm held him like rigid steel while the other slid around to guide himself to the exposed entrance. He could feel the hot entrance, even through the thin latex. "Then prepare for me, Jounouchi..." he moaned as he pushed inside with one hard thrust.

The boy cried out, his head pressed back against the wall and long fingers dug into Honda's shoulders. His muscles hugged and pulled on the covered cock.
Honda groaned loudly as he buried himself inside of him. His hands held onto him as he began to thrust, their bodies pressed tightly together, rubbing Jounouchi's cock between them. The buttons from his shirt provided an interesting sensation.
"Oh god!" Jounouchi clung to him, moaning deeply. His dick was already leaking precum. "Ah!"

Honda's mouth found its way to Jounouchi's neck, biting and sucking hard at an existing bruise already there. "Ahn, your voice is so sweet... Let me hear you..." he groaned, thrusting faster inside of him.
"AAH! There!" Jounouchi had handfuls of Honda's shirt; there was a faint sound of tearing fabric. "Oh God! Honda!"
Honda growled in pleasure and struck against Jounouchi's prostate, continuing to bite and suck at his sweet neck, moaning. "Ngh... you're so hot."
Jounouchi's cry was accompanied by the sound of tearing fabric. He had ripped the shirt straight down the middle of the man's broad back.
Honda could feel the air on his back somewhere in his mind, though currently, his mind was elsewhere... He bit down harder on Jounouchi's neck as he began to thrust harder, coming close to his peak.

Blunt nails raked over Honda's now exposed shoulders as Jounouchi screamed his pleasure. His cock twitched then spasm, ejaculating his seed between their bodies.
Honda grunted as Jounouchi's body contracted around him, thrusting once more before filling the condom with his seed. He moaned and leaned against his lover, panting over the flesh of his shoulder.

Someone clapped from the doorway. "Excellent show, Honda-kun."

Jounouchi groaned and opened one eye to peer over Honda's shoulder at their audience. He wasn't embarrassed or anything. Back at the gang's HQ, it wasn't unusual to have a couple people or more having sex in the corner.
Honda growled softly, there was almost a visible bristling over his skin as he turned his head to glare death at the man that watched their act.
The man grinned beneath his black hair. "Well, now I know you fuck men. Why didn't you ever fuck me?"
"Because I don't like you, Otogi," he snarled, holding Jounouchi possessively.

Jounouchi eyed the other man up and down. He figured Honda must really not like him, because Otogi wasn't sore on the eyes to put it mildly.

Otogi snorted. "Maybe you just prefer blondes. Should I bleach my hair, Honda-kun?"
Honda growled and gently pulled out of Jounouchi, setting him back on his feet and blocking Otogi's view with his body. "It wouldn't help. Your personality is an affront to my nature."
Jounouchi forced his legs to stop shaking. He really just wanted to sit down. He was tired and his muscles felt like jelly.
Otogi smirked a bit. "Your boy didn't seem to mind my nature. Maybe we can share?"

BANG!

Honda's gun was steady and a few stray hairs fell from Otogi's bangs. "Go. Away."
Otogi snorted again and turned. When Honda decided to fire off a round, he was normally very serious.
Jounouchi stared. He thought Hirutani was good with a gun, but Honda was better by far.

Honda slipped the gun away as quickly as he had drawn it out and shifted to pick Jounouchi up, wrapping him in his jacket. "I have to go meet Haga-sama. You rest a bit, all right?"
The teen pasted on a scowl as pride dictated he should. "I'm not sum girl, ya know! I can walk!"
"Mm, you can, but I won't let you," he purred and grinned impishly at him. "I wouldn't want anything slipping out before you were close to a bathroom."
The blond flushed a bright red that clashed with his golden locks.
Honda laughed and set him into the soft bedding in his room. He bent and kissed his cheeks. "Mn... If Otogi comes, don't fight with him. Fucker gets off on it."
"Yeah, yeah."

Honda rose and fixed his suit, deciding to change his shirt as well and wipe off a bit of Jounouchi that had managed to make it to his chin. He slipped from the room to meet with Haga, sure that Ryuuzaki had probably prepped him on the news of the gangs, and Honda's intention with Jounouchi.

Honda's timing to visit his boss was good, as the man was engaged with a bowl of ice cream and in a good mood. "Ryuuzaki told me about your little project."
"Yes, sir. I want to train him myself. His abilities right now are raw, he's got several scattered techniques, but his speed and stamina are high. Needs a bit of help on the defense," he said honestly. No one gained anything by barring the truth from Haga.
"And what of his mental abilities? I won't have fools in this organization."
"I haven't tested that as of yet," he admitted. "I had wanted to experience his... physical skills first."
"You were horny," Haga filled in bluntly. "You're one of my favorites, Honda, so I will allow a trial period." His eyes sharpen and his glasses gleamed. "You have a month to impress me."
Honda bowed. "Thank you, sir."
"You're dismissed for now. Keep your disciple under control."

Honda nodded and slipped to the kitchen, quickly making some sandwiches. He picked up a few sodas and one pint of chocolate-peanut-butter ice cream as he went back to his room.
Jounouchi was channel surfing when Honda returned to his room. The boy had made a nest of the pillows and blankets and was quite comfortable.
Honda chuckled softly and sat beside him with the load of food and snacks. "You're welcome to stay with me."
"Cool." He grabbed a sandwich and immediately bit into it. He was definitely getting used to the whole Sugar Daddy thing.

Honda settled back. "In order to stay on a... more permanent basis, I'm going to need to train you. Are you all right with that?"
"Huh? What sorta trainin'?"
Honda looked to him. "We need to train your body and your mind. Your talent is impressive, but it's unrefined. You have too many styles, but no connection between them. You should be able to flow easily from Shotokon to Tai in a fluid motion, no breaks in the attack. Your defense is weak at best and must be strengthened. Then comes the... mental aspect."
"You sayin' I'm stupid?" Jounouchi glared at him.
Honda raised a brow. "I said no such thing. I don't know you well enough to call you anything other than a diamond in the rough. That's what this month is going to be for. And stop cutting your words short," he winked.
"Whaddya mean stop cuttin' `em short? I'm sayin' `em just fine."
Honda gazed at him. "For a street rat, yes, you are phrasing things fine. But if you want to go anywhere in the world, you must annunciate and speak in full sentences."
Jounouchi blinked. "I gotta wha?"

Honda purred. "You're so cute. I don't think your ass is going to get much rest..." He leaned forward and kissed Jounouchi playfully.
"Damn ya horny." The blond nipped at his bottom lip.
"Mm... you're my first fuck in two years. I'd say I had a right," he murmured, nipping back at him. "And it's properly said 'you are horny'."
"Two YEARS?!"
Honda chuckled. "I've been working too much to find someone to fuck. No one that works here appeals to me." He shifted to bite at the tip of Jounouchi's nose. "Think my skills are a bit rusty?"
Jounouchi smirked. "Heh, if dis is you rusty, I'm gonna hafta see ya back in practice."
Honda nipped at him. "Mm... I'm going to have to think of a punishment when you speak incorrectly." His eyes gleamed.
The teen stuck his tongue at him.
Honda grinned. "If that's what you like." He leaned forward and bit his ear lightly, tugging it.

"Every time you speak incorrectly, I'll bite you. I just won't tell you where."
The blond moaned lightly. "Is dat a threat or a promise?"
"That would be a promise," he said, bending his head to bite his neck.
He moaned again and tilted his head for more. "Sounds good..."

Honda licked over the spot he bit. "How long did you attend school?"
"If ya mean regularly, fifth grade."
He bit his chin. "Fifth... I need to get you caught up."
"Hey, I sumhow managed ta get through junior high...kinda, so far."
He bit him again. "Mm... We'll school you on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Exercise and training on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. You will get Sunday to do whatever you like."
"I dunno if I like da sound of dis..." The boy bit him back.
Honda purred. "Today is a Wednesday."
"Wednesday... Oh fuck! Rent's due tomorrow! I gotta get home!"
Honda tilted his head. "Rent?"
The blond began to wiggle out of bed. "Yah, no way in hell will da old man remember. He's pro'bly smashed."
Honda watched him. "Do you want me to come with you?"
"Huh?"
Honda was watching him; he knew how to read body language. "Do you have money and such?"
The boy froze a moment. "Yeah, `course."

"Mm. When shall I expect you back, Jounouchi?" he asked, his eyes particularly sharp.
"I dunno...there's sum things I gotta do..." He zipped up his pants and pulled his shirt on. "If ya could gimme a ride back to da hood..."
Honda nodded and rose. "Let me put the food away. I won't have it spoil in my room."

He gathered the items up and traversed back to the kitchen, putting the items away where they belonged.
Jounouchi waited patiently, he didn't seem in a HUGE hurry to go.
Honda picked up the keys to his bike and guided him out, stopping only to put on a long, brown trench coat. "All right."

Jounouchi climbed on back once they reached the bike. "Just da edge of the hood s'fine. Wouldn't want ya ta dirty yo'self up in there."
Honda slipped on in front of him and slapped the teen’s thigh. "Language. Think of how people speak in books and on movies. Try to imitate that language. One of Haga-sama's quirks is language, you see."
Well, not only Haga, but most people, no matter how unconsciously.
Jounouchi made a face but decided not to argue.

Honda started up the bike and left, feeling the way Jounouchi pressed against him. He liked the way the younger boy felt against him. He rode steadily, following Jounouchi's directions and drawing to a stop where he was motioned.
It really was just the edge of the neighborhood. It got worse the further in one lived. "Thanks." The blond slid off the bike.
Honda nodded. "Give me a call if you want a ride back."
"Sure. Write yo number on my arm."
Honda snorted. "Your." He drew out a pen from his pocket and wrote on his wrist, blowing over the ink to dry it.
"Call 'you' later." Jounouchi walked into the rundown neighborhood. He turned before he had gotten too far. “Oh! It’s Katsuya!”
“What is?”
“My given name! If ya were curious!”

Honda watched him disappear afterwards, making a note of where he went. The blond went straight down the main street until he eventually turned a corner.
Honda hummed mildly before he took off to a nearby shop to wait.

The nearest place was an old bar. Even at the not-so-late hour, it was being frequented by the local trash. The bar maid waved Honda in. "Ain't seen yo face befo', suga."
Honda came in and sat down at the bar. If everyone spoke that way, it would be hard to break Jounouchi of the habit. "I'd like a bourbon on the rocks, please."
"Sure thang, suga." Not a minute later saw the drink plopped down in front of the man. "What brings ya `ere?"
Honda hummed a bit as he drank down the powerful alcohol. "Visiting a student here."
"A student?" The woman laughed and slapped a fat hand against her hip. "Dats a good one. Ain't no kids `ere smart `nough for a tutor or nuthin'."
"Hm... His name is Jounouchi Katsuya. Do you know him?' Honda asked.

The woman pulled out a worn dishrag and began wiping down the counter. "Yeah, I know da boy. He's bright, brighter than da idiots here. But not smart `nough to get out."
"Is he? He seems very sharp," Honda commented, watching her.
"He is, dat boy. But he won't leave. Not as long as `is old man's `ere."
"Who is his father?" he asked, finishing off his drink. "What sort of man?"
"Hmm, from wha I hear, he usta be a great man. Was sum sorta kendo champion. Then things got messy with da wife, divorce an’ such. Da woman took da daughter an' things went downhill from there. Now he's justa drunk."

~Explains why Jounouchi won't drink...~ "Any idea where he lives?"
"Now dat ain't free info there." She stuffed the cloth back into her apron pocket. "Refill?"
Honda nodded. "Please." He pushed the glass back with a large bill underneath it.
She slipped the bill inside her blouse and refilled his drink. "Now if I wasta know, I might say he lived in Takuhei Building on block 14. Door 17, I thinks."
Honda nodded and downed it. "Thank you much, miss." He dropped another bill on the counter. "Keep the change."
"Thanks s`muchly."

He walked out of the bar and began walking toward the hinted-at area, leaving his bike behind. Only an idiot would try to steal it. It was electrified as well.

Takuhei Building was located in one of the worse parts of the neighborhood. The building looked like it should have been abandoned, not housing residents. The stairwells were rusted and corroding, nameplates were too faded to read, several doors were missing their numbers.
Honda ascended the stairs carefully, minding his surroundings and listening well to the sounds of blaring televisions and some yelling voices. Definitely not a good place for Jounouchi to be in.

Door 17 was at the end of the strip. There was the sound of glass shattering behind it.
"Fuck! I told ya ta stop doing dat, old man!"
"Shadda fuck up, slut!"

Honda's eyes narrowed as he continued down the hall, more silently this time.

"I'm gonna go pay rent! Try not ta kill yo'self!"
"Whore! No betta than yo mother!"
"Don't EVER compare me to dat bitch!"

Honda stood outside the door as he listened to them fighting. What an asshole of a father...

The door flew open with Jounouchi nearly running into Honda. "Whoa! Shit!" The blond had changed out of his baggy wear and now had on cheap shorts and a cut-off halter-top.
Honda's eyes gazed over his blond hair to the man sitting in the armchair, surrounded by bottles and cans. The man looked an older version of Jounouchi, if you gave him a beard, mustache, and a beer gut.
"Katsuya-kun," Honda murmured, suddenly switching to the familiar name.
"Wha da fuck are ya doin' `ere?!" The teen’s voice was frantic.
"Dat yo boyfriend, damn slut?"
"Shuddap!" Jounouchi snapped over his shoulder before he pushed Honda away and slammed the door shut behind him. He took a breath and glared at the brunet.
"Investigating," he answered, looking at him. "Wouldn't you?"
The boy flushed scarlet. "Get outta `ere. Ya don't belong `ere."
Honda reached out to cup his cheek. "He's the source of your scars, isn't he?"
He turned away from the hand. "Justa few an' I deserved `em."
"Did you?" His other hand cupped the other side, making Jounouchi face him. "What terrible sin did you commit that he felt the need to brand you?"
Burning tears came unsummoned to the boy's amber eyes. "It was my fault mom left! Okay?!"

Honda leaned forward and kissed him, his arms moving to embrace him, holding him securely against his larger body.
The teen's body racked with a sob he refused to release.
Honda held onto him securely. "I'll keep you safe, Katsu-kun... You belong to me now. No one is allowed to touch you..." He brushed kisses over his cheeks. "I'll teach you how to fight off anyone... even me."
"I...I dun belong ta no one..." All the same, he clung to the man.
Honda nuzzled him lovingly. "Let's go, okay?"
"But the rent..."
"We'll mail it. I don't want you coming back just to be yelled at..." He kissed his ear. "It makes me angry to see him treat you that way. Even if I'm not here, I'll want to hurt him, Katsu-kun. A father should be more grateful to his son."

He dipped his head lower to kiss his neck, gently biting. "You belong to me... but I will do what you ask concerning that man."
Jounouchi moaned softly. "I...don't have money..."
Honda kissed his neck again. "You don't need money with me."
"The rent..."
Honda nuzzled him. "I'll take care of it. Go down to the bike, it's outside of a bar down the street."
"I gotta change. Ridin' in dis an' I'd freeze my ass off."
Honda purred against his ear, "I'll keep you warm before we get to the store."
The blond swallowed loudly. "I gotta come back sometimes...he needs me..."
Honda cupped his cheek and murmured. "If he lays a hand on you, I'll retaliate."
Jounouchi laid his hand over Honda's. "Don't. He gets outta of control sumtimes but..."
"Go to the bike," he nuzzled. "I'm not going to hurt him. I'll pay the rent and be right down, all right?"
"..." He nodded and walked down the stairs.
Honda followed him, and went toward the manager’s office, rapping on the door. "I'm here to pay rent for Room 17."

A man came out silently and eyed him up and down. "Who're you?"

"A friend of the Jounouchi family," he said. He made sure that Jounouchi was already out of the building before he drew out a large amount of bills. "I'm paying in advance for the room. How much will 500,000 yen cover?"
The man snatched it out of his hand and quickly pocketed it. "Long as he's livin' here."
Honda nodded. "And whenever his son comes to visit... I want you to keep an ear out. If Katsuya comes down with bruises, you're to inform me immediately."
The man nodded quickly. "Sure thing... But, uh... that surveillance comes at a price, ya know."
Honda slipped him another set of bills. "That's enough. Go inside." He turned and began to ascend the stairs, going back to the apartment. He tested the door to see if it was still unlocked.

It was open. The only sounds inside were probably from a television.
Honda turned the handle and pushed open the door, his eyes hard and seeking out the father of his lover.

The apartment was a mess with trash and dirt everywhere. It stank like stale beer. On a broken couch in front of an old television set sat Jounouchi's father. His eyes appeared to be wet and he was holding a beer bottle much too tightly. "Ferget sumthing?"
Honda shut the door behind him. "I didn't."
The man nearly fell over when he jerked around. "Who da hell?"
"My name is Honda Hiroto," he said coolly, putting his hands into his pockets. He'd told Jounouchi that he wouldn't hurt his father, and he would keep it. "Your son is now my business associate. I won't tolerate violence to him."
"Business associate? What bullshit are ya spoutin'?" He got to his feet, swaying a bit, but standing.
Honda’s eyes were hard as he gazed at him. "Your apartment is paid up for quite a while. I came in to get a few things that he may need. He will have no reason to return."
The man's yellow eyes went wide then harden. He snarled and threw the bottle at Honda with more accuracy then one would have thought he could have in his state. "You can't have him!" He charged at the brunet. "One bastard took Mimiko and Shizuka! You can't have Katsuya!"
Honda shifted to avoid the bottle before he drew his hands from his pockets. "It's not me that's taking him, you fool. It's you that's chasing him away."

Honda shifted away from him, but temporarily lost balance on an empty beer bottle. It took a moment for him to regain himself...
His slip up gave the man the chance he needed to grab Honda by his collar. He shook the brunet hard. "Expensive bastards like you took everything from me! You can't have Katsuya!"
Honda growled deeply and wrenched his way out of the hold. "Who are you to blame me? You washed up Kendo master! Drowning your sorrows in booze! Do you know the scars your son bears?!"

The man fell to his knees, choking back sobs. "I couldn't do anything...that bastard took everything...my wife, my daughter, my career, my credibility..." He slammed a fist into the floor. "I never wanted to hurt him!"
Honda stood over him, glaring down. "No excuses. If a man takes everything away from you, you fight to get it back. If that fails, you build over. You don't take out your anger on the only one you have left. If you rebuild yourself, and come to your senses, I will give him back to you if that is what he so wishes." He drew out a business card and scrawled a note on the back, dropping it on the floor before him. "He will be there with me. If you come intending to start a fight, things will go badly. Don't lose the card."

There it was, stated clearly on the card: Honda Hiroto / Kamakiri Branch.


Jounouchi was obediently waiting by the bike when Honda got there.
Honda came down, fixing his collar, there was a slight redness around his neck where the older man had seized him, but his hands were not bruised, he hadn't fought back since it would have meant hurting him.
"Ya...um, you okay?"
Honda nodded. "Sit in front of me this time," he said as he mounted the bike.
He nodded and climbed on after him. "Is my old man...okay...?"
"Mm. I gave him my card. If he feels the need to leave the house, he can find you." He paused a moment to hug him around the waist, nuzzling his neck. "He'll be fine, Katsu-kun."
"He...didn't always usta be dat way..."
"No one is that way originally. He didn't how to handle himself." He planted a soft kiss. "I wouldn't know how to react if I were in that situation either."

~But I sure as hell wouldn't beat the one person that still loved me...~

Jounouchi pressed against him, shivering. It was getting cold and the boy wasn't wearing much.
Honda slid off his trench coat and slipped it on Jounouchi backwards, nuzzling softly. "Let's get you some warm clothes now."

He started up the engine and drove uptown, keeping Katsuya pressed close to him as he sought out a store that carried men’s clothes in various sizes. "Let's come in here, you can get what you like."
The teen nodded, eyes opened wide in wonder. He hasn't been to such an upscale place since he was a kid.

Honda slipped off the bike and led him inside. "It's only going to get colder, so let's get you some winter clothes as well."
"`kay..."
Once inside, a man in a nice suit approached them. "Ah! Honda-san! How may we help you today? And who would this be?"
"My kouhai, Jounouchi Katsuya," he said. "He needs a new wardrobe."
"Lets have a look at him." He tugged away the trench coat. "My words, a sow's ear. Don't worry, Honda-san, I'll have the boys get him fixed up. You'll have a silk purse when we're done."

Jounouchi wasn't sure if he liked the sound of all that. And he didn't appreciate being called a 'sour ear' or whatever.

Honda nodded and moved to the waiting area, sitting down on a couch, where he was immediately presented with coffee. "Listen to his selections. Half of what he gets is what *he* wants."
"Of course, Honda-san."
Jounouchi was then carted off by several workers who were more than happy to fawn over and dress him up.

"Does the Kamakiri Branch often take in strays?" The deep, confident voice was unfamiliar to Honda. The person had to be around Honda's own age from the sound of it.
Honda glanced toward the voice, not saying anything as of yet.
The man took a seat near him, also drinking a cup of coffee. He only came up to Honda's shoulder when standing, though that still made him taller than his short partner. The man's skin was tanned, and his hair was interesting to say the least. Black spikes that were tipped in red, blond bangs framed sharp, crimson eyes. "Excuse my manners. I am Muto Yami."
"Honda Hiroto. What business do you have here?" he asked coolly, he recognized him as another Yakuza member...
"Vacation only. We're not trying to muscle in on your territory."
"We?" he asked, raising a brow.
He gave him a non-telling smile and let it rest at that.

"Yami-niichan! Look at me!" A teen (?) that had to be Yami's younger brother ran up to them, wearing expensive silks. Though very similar, where Yami had sharp lines, the boy was soft; where Yami was handsome, the boy beautiful. Instead of blood-colored eyes, he had a dazzling purple...and he could only be 5’2” at the most. So he was shorter than Honda’s partner, something he didn’t see too often.
"You look good, Yugi."
Yugi did a small twirl to show off the whole outfit. For a short moment, the edge of a tattoo was visible on the boy's arm, but was quickly covered by the silks again. "Do you think Seto-kun and Mokuba-kun will approve?"
"I'm sure they will."

Honda glanced to him. "A little more white would probably make you look a little bigger." It wasn't a mean comment; it was obvious he thought the boy did look pretty damn good. He sipped his coffee lightly as he waited for Jounouchi's first appearance.
Yugi blushed and laughed it off. "I'm short, no use trying to change it."

"I dun wanna wear dis!"
"Oh dear, such language," Yugi commented as Jounouchi made his appearance.
Jounouchi had been stuffed into expensive slacks and a well-made turtleneck. "I look like a preppy!"
"But it looks good on you." Yugi smile.
"Mm, I agree," said Yami.
Jounouchi blushed and pointedly ignored them.

Honda's eyes roved over him and tilted his head. "Come here, so I can see you better."
Jounouchi moved closer with his arms crossed over his chest.
Yugi sat on Yami's lap and watched. He had a feeling something interesting might happen. Yami smirked and looked like he was totally pimping.

Honda drew him down and bit his neck. "Proper. Japanese," he murred. "I don't like the turtleneck. V-necks for you."
Yugi giggled and Jounouchi flushed.
"I can do v-necks..."
Honda rewarded him with a lick on his jaw. "The pants look good though. I like the way they fit your ass."
"I will find more trousers that fit that way, Honda-san," one of the attendants said, scurrying off to get more trousers in that cut. Another man came out and bowed to the others.

"Muto-kun, we have several more outfits for you! One we found in blues and vertical stripes to increase height," he purred happily. "Also, there is a phone call for you." He offered a slim cell phone to the younger Muto.
"Oh, thank you so much." He gave the attendant a pretty smile and took the phone. "Muto speaking."
[Yu~gi~kun!] Mokuba chirped happily on the other line. [What are you wearing?]
Yami sweatdropped and held out his cup for a refill. An attendant filled his cup immediately.

Honda glanced over as he heard the conversation. Good Lord, that boy was loud. He looked up as the attendants came once more to claim Jounouchi and to get him into a suitable, neck-exposing attire.
Jounouchi didn't look too thrilled, poor kid wasn't used to the pampering and fussing.

"Mokuba-kun!” Yugi greeted happily. “Silk pants and a shirt. Why?"
[What color? I like you best in soft colors! Don't listen to Yami and wear dark ones all the time. You promised to get a pink and white dress to wear for my birthday! Don't forget!]
Honda had to rub his eyes to get the image of the boy (Yugi?) in a pink and white dress out of his head, hair all done up in ribbons. It was... Too cute.

It was Yugi's turn to sweatdrop. The teen had pushed him into it and now he was stuck actually doing it. "Hai hai. I'll find something you'll like, Mokuba-kun. Is there anything else? Does Seto-kun need anything?"
There was silence on the line for a moment as Mokuba apparently stopped to ask his own oniisama if he needed anything. [He said he wants Yami-kun to get some clothes for himself too. Is there a favor he's owed? Because he said, "Don't forget that you lost our bet".]
Yami nearly choked on his coffee.
"Niichan, you lost a bet?" Purple eyes were wide.
A crimson eye was twitching. "I did not lose! It was a draw!"
Yugi sweatdropped. "The House wins draws, Yami-niichan..."
Yami snorted. "Just tell him it'll be taken care of."

[Oniisama! I hear Yami-kun choking!] There was another pause before a deeper, smoother voice came on. [Yugi-kun. Please hand the phone to Yami-kun.]

Honda's attention was quirked now. He really had to strain himself to eavesdrop...

"Hai." Yugi handed Yami the phone.
Yami sighed and took it with his free hand. "What is it, Kaiba?"
Honda couldn't hear the conversation anymore, no matter how hard he strained. And it seemed that despite Yugi's best efforts, he was also left out of the conversation.

Yami's eye twitched again. "I swear, one of these days..."
"You shouldn’t threaten to kill him, niichan. I think he's lots of fun." The boy smiled brightly.
Seto said something else over the phone before Yami handed it back to Yugi. [Don't forget to give your Niichan a big hug and kiss from me before he sleeps, Yugi-kun. Do you want to talk to Mokuba again?]
"No, Seto-kun, that's fine. Have a good evening." Yugi went off to finish trying on clothing, leaving Yami with Honda.

Honda looked up as he heard a loud commotion from where Jounouchi had gone.
There were several loud threats being issued.
Honda couldn't stop a smile from leaking onto his face. Yami and the members of the Storm Dragons could have ‘cute’... He only wanted the one who could issue threats so loudly. He counted off three more bites to deliver to the blond.

"Sir! It's the height of fashion! You won't look silly at all!"
"I dun wanna be a fruitcake or a pirate!"
"You have yourself quite a lively lover there," Yami commented.
"My favorite way," he said, "is when they have a bit of fire inside of them."

"Pirate... Now that you mention it! You would be a BEAUTIFUL Errol Flynn!" There was a great deal more fighting after that.

Yami chuckled. "Yes. Yugi can be quite interesting when he's fired up."
Honda murmured, "Why do I envision him fighting with fans?"
Yami laughed, but he neither confirmed nor denied it.

Honda leaned back as Jounouchi came out in something more fitting, a button-down red shirt and tight black trousers. His eyes darkened a bit when he saw that.
"I still feel like a prep," he complained.
Honda chuckled. "You look like a professional, which is what you should look like in this business. I like that outfit on you. The red with the black." He settled further onto the couch and gave him a quite obvious 'raping you with my eyes' look.
Jounouchi felt a tingle run up his spine and fought off a blush.
Yami purred. "Yes, that outfit certainly works on him."
Honda made a motion. "Several more outfits like that. And jackets for suits." Several attendants scampered off to fill the order. "Now, as per my promise, you may now look for what you like to wear."
"YES!" And off the blond went.

Yami looked at a slim, expensive watch on his wrist. "Hm, we should be going soon."
Honda chuckled lightly. "Why would you vacation out here, anyway? I don't imagine that it's much better than Tokyo."
"We heard something interesting might happen."
Honda smirked mildly. "Interesting." The only thing that could be interesting to Tokyo Yakuza would be a full-scale war between two smaller groups... Ah-hah.
"All done!" Yugi returned, wearing his normal leather tank top, pants, boots, buckles, cuffs, and collar. A few attendants were behind him, holding his purchases.
"Perfect timing, otouto."
Honda chuckled. "Your lover must have a shotaru-complex." Yugi looked so small and cute in that outfit, like he couldn't be much more than 9 or 10.
"Twin fetish really. It was nice meeting you. Perhaps we will run into each other again." He stood and held his arm out for Yugi to take.
"Bye bye!" Yugi waved to Honda.
Honda gave a small wave of his hand. Appearances were deceiving. If that was truly Pharaoh and Magician, then Zodiac was going to be a lot more trouble than the Kamakiri were bargaining for...

After they left, he drew out his cell phone, calling Haga's private line.
Haga picked up on one ring. "Honda?"
"Yeah. I just met Pharaoh and Magician. They claimed to be 'on vacation'. Seemed like they were also waiting for something. I don't like the feel of this at all," he said quietly into the receiver, paranoid of eavesdroppers.
Honda could HEAR Haga's frown. "This is bigger than we thought if Tokyo is interested. Don't do anything for now; I'll put someone else on it. Don't stay out too late."
"I'll be bringing Jounouchi back shortly," he said, already a bit nervous now. He was going to be stuck on the streets with a novice, and those odds weren't good against a gang that was intimidating enough to monopolize most of the local gangs.

Jounouchi came back wearing one of his new outfits since the one he came in wasn't suited for the weather. Now he looked like a rich punk. "Good ta go."
Honda had a serious look on his face. "We need to go now." He waved to the tailors and they quickly packaged his items and arranged them to fit on his bike.
"What's wrong?"
"Let's go," he rose and nodded to the manager. "Put it on the tab."
"Of course, Honda-san. We look forward to your next visit." Honda slipped out of the store, holding the door open for Jounouchi.

"Get on the bike," he ordered, slipping his sunglasses on.
Jounouchi climbed on, frowning.
Honda slid on behind him and started it up. He murmured into his ear, "Something is happening, and soon. We need to get back to base. We're vulnerable right here."
Jounouchi nodded. He could understand something like that.
Honda waited until all the bags were strapped to the back of the bike before he sped off, navigating the quickest route to the Kamakiri headquarters. Unfortunately, it wasn't fast enough. He swore as he spotted a cluster of white, unmarked cars in front of him, and gritted his teeth. "Hold on tight."

He took a sharp turn onto a side street and could hear the car-tires screeching. "Get into my pocket and get my cell. Call the last number that I went through! Tell him that we're being targeted!"
Jounouchi reached into his pocket, after a couple fumbles he pulled the cell out and hit the redial.
"Honda?"
"We're totally be targeted `ere!"
Haga figured it had to be Honda's stray. "Where are you?"
Jounouchi gave their estimated location and the way they were heading. "He said he's sending back up!"
Honda growled. "Good," he swerved again as someone attempted to cut him off. If he hadn't have been on a motorcycle, chances were high that he would probably have been caught by now.

"Can you drive a motorcycle?" he asked.
"Yeah!"
"Grab the handles," he ordered, as he held onto them long enough for Jounouchi to get a good grip.
Jounouchi began steering the bike. "Where am I goin'?"
"For now, it doesn't matter! Just fucking avoid those cars!" he said, shifting to pull out his gun and put on a silencer. For now, to onlookers it looked like it was a pair of kids chasing each other; it wouldn't do to go startling people with gunshots.

The teen deftly avoided the cars chasing them but...
"Shit! I think we're being herded! I know dis pattern from TV!"
"I know. Our only option is to blast our way through!" He prayed that Ryuuzaki was bringing his big gun and a shitload of ammo. "Start heading east, toward the park! Use stairs, anything!"
"Hold on!" He sped onto the sidewalk.
Some people screamed and scattered. Better for them to get the hell out of the way than to be caught in cross fire.

Jounouchi took them up a set of stairs. People screamed and ran for it. "Outta da way!" A few more sidewalks, a side street, and some bushes later found them in the park.
Up ahead were a few familiar cars, one with Ryuuzaki driving.
"Drive it toward them! Keep in the middle of them, they're like a shield!" Honda shifted to stand on the back of the bike, holding onto Jounouchi's shoulders. He timed his jump for the moment he was close to Ryuuzaki. He leapt onto the roof and slid into the window. "My gun, where'd you put it?"
"In the door pocket. How many are there?"
"I counted eleven cars... however many it is, it's too FUCKING many." He pulled out his precious battle gun, a half-sawed off shotgun. "We might need the heavy artillery if this goes badly," he warned.

Jounouchi screeched to stop in the middle of the collection of cars.

In front of them, the white cars began to line up. Sure enough, eleven white... and one black.
"That can't be good." Ryuuzaki had a hand on his semi-automatic gun and his automatic rifle was slung on as well, ready for use.
Their rivals began to step out of the white cars and Honda's jaw tightened. He opened up the door, seeing their own weapons drawn. He pulled out a walkie-talkie from the dash. "Be prepared. This could come down to a firefight at a seconds notice."

Someone caught his attention from the corner of his eye. On top of a building nearby, there was a man in a flowing blue trench coat standing on the ledge, watching over the proceedings, some black-haired kid beside him, and two familiar faces...
Honda's jaw twitched. ~Judge and Jury...~ He though bitterly.
One of those familiar faces had a laptop open and was actively typing away. Jounouchi was apparently using Honda's phone to make a call of his own.

Ryuuzaki cautiously got out of the car, ready to fire, dive, or whatever his instincts told him to do.
Honda's eyes were sharp as he watched the men come out, one man yelled, "Is your boss too frightened to arrive?" He growled a bit and tightened his hold on his gun, but didn't fire.
"Sorry, you have to set an appointment," Ryuuzaki responded. "He's a busy man."
A man with long, silver hair stepped out of the black car and gazed lovingly toward the man on the building. "I will be your rival, Kaiba-san! And I will be your love!" He drew out a card and kissed it before sending it toward the building, carried on the air.

Honda sneered a bit... So this man had a Rival-Complex. Let his emotions cloud the battle, then... The Kamakiri group would *not* lose!
Yami caught the card for Seto, his Boss shouldn't have to touch it.
Yugi said something to Seto, smiling happily.
The card that flew to him was that of a blacked out Storm Dragon... Seto pointed toward Group Kamakiri...
Honda didn't know whether that was a good, or a bad thing. He just set his jaw and prepared for battle. The first shot came from Group Zodiac.

Honda could feel blood spray over his shirt from an underling that went down. "Ryuuzaki! Take out as many as possible!" he ordered, launching forward, his handgun in his left hand, the shotgun in his right.
There was a storm of bullets coming from both sides in only seconds.
Suddenly, the engines in the enemy cars revved and the machines shifted to reverse. It distracted Zodiac immediately, that their cars seemed possessed. Honda moved forward ruthlessly, taking out many of them. When his bullets were gone, he threw the guns behind him, caught by a minion and returned for reloading. He found himself in the fray, dodging bullets and brawling in the middle of a dozen men.

Seto was watching the scene from where he was. He gave a strange little grin as he saw Honda lashing out with his powerful body. "Formidable... Haga has a good Yakuza beneath him."
"It's too bad my notebook isn't powerful enough to do much," Yugi pouted playfully as he locked the car doors.
"I'll get you a better one later, otouto. You're doing a good job though." Yami gave Yugi a kiss.
Mokuba grinned at Yugi. "My Powerbook is powerful~" he teased. "Won't you use that instead?"
"I MADE your Powerbook."

Ryuuzaki for his part was helping others reload when he wasn't firing himself. His small size made it easier for him to get around.
Jounouchi couldn't stand just sitting there doing nothing, but he was waiting for something...

A sniper set up and took careful aim toward Honda. The man was a menace and needed to be removed.

Ryuuzaki caught sight of a glint of light. "Shit! Sniper!" He jumped in and pushed Honda away.
Mokuba laughed. "You can still use it. Ooh, what happened?" He looked down at the fray as a sniper rifle went off.
The bullet ripped through Ryuuzaki's shoulder and Honda snarled. He tore the gun from a Zodiac whore and fired off a round, taking out the sniper. "Rex! Shit, did it hit an artery?!"
Ryuuzaki was clutching his shoulder tightly as blood quickly dyed his shirt. "I'll live! Don't worry about me!"

HONK! HONK!
Yugi blinked. "Is that...a street gang?"
Jounouchi whooped. "`bout damn time!"
Several more guns were now in the fray, coming from behind Zodiac this time. Jounouchi revved up the motorcycle and charged in as something was thrown at him. "Thanks, Espa!" Kendo sword in hand, he felt ready to take on Godzilla.

Honda grinned slightly. "It's not you I'm worried about! You die, I die, buddy!" He bent and picked Ryuuzaki up, dashing away from the scene and back toward the safety of his own ranks. He watched Jounouchi go by and yelled, "Don't you bust up my bike!"

Seto grinned a bit more. "This is becoming very interesting. This is a great show." His sharp blue eyes tracked Jounouchi. "That's the street rat you were telling me about?"
"Ah," answered Yami. "His fire should prove useful." He watched as Jounouchi ran a couple men over and whacked several others on the back of their skulls with clean hits. "He obviously knows a bit about swords."
"I still think he looks familiar..." Yugi mumbled more to himself than his companions.

The Black Dragons swarmed in on their motorcycles. The ones with guns were shooting, those were knives were throwing them around, and pipes and chains were being swung.
"So, Espa, when'd ya get back in town?" Jounouchi asked a strange looking boy.
"Just yesterday. I didn't think you would need my knives in such a manner." He threw two with perfect precision. Seeing as he was from a circus family, it wasn't surprising.

Honda got Ryuuzaki safely into a car and ordered them to drive back to HQ immediately, where the doctor could get him taken care of. He found the artillery car and grinned. His favorite gun would be in there. He rapped on the trunk and it popped open, exposing a large black case. He pulled it out and opened it, then he strapped on a heavy cannon over his left shoulder and grabbed a large automatic rifle with his right hand.

Mokuba gazed at him and clasped his hands. "He looks so cool... He looks like he stepped right out of G.I. Joe!"
Yugi's cellphone started singing. "Hi, Shizuka-chan! How are you? That's good. Oh, we're great, we're even making sure Seto-kun is having fun. Uh-huh, we're at a private showing right now. Would you like to talk to one of them? Mokuba-kun, it's Shizuka-chan."
Mokuba picked it up. "Imouto! The movie is so cool! The war general just emerged as the hero! It's so dramatic!"

Seto rolled his eyes; Mokuba's imagination was far too active. He paused. "Yami. Computer. Input ‘Jounouchi Katsuya’ immediately. Find information."
"Ah." Yami pulled out his handheld computer and started looking him up.

The battle continued to rage, before there was a shrill whistle. The street gang and Kamakiri immediately abandoned Zodiac's side.
BOOOOOOM! Several cars exploded, being blown back, and many men were cast aside. Looked like the battle was over, and Honda was standing triumphantly, four empty canisters at his feet and dozens of shells beside them.
"Daaaaamn, Hirutani we gotta get sum good shit like dat."
Hirutani nodded in agreement then scowled at Jounouchi. "Where da hell have ya been?"
"Around. Aww, did ya miss me?" The blond grinned and gave him a kiss.
Hirutani grumbled but knew it was no use trying to control Jounouchi. "Damn ya look different with blond treads."

"Jounouchi Katsuya, a senior at Domino Junior High School. Barely passing, often absent, a record as long as you are tall, Kaiba." Yami dug deeper into the boy's history, and paused.
"And one sister. Shizuka..." Seto murmured.
"Ah...it was his father that your father utterly destroyed in order to obtain your mother." He put the computer away. "I don't believe he would take too kindly to you or Mokuba-kun, Kaiba."
Seto snorted softly. "My father. I don't like how you use that word so casually."

"Wah! The General just won the battle Shizuka-imouto! It's such an awesome movie!"

Honda dropped the heavy artillery into the car and moved toward the pair, watching Hirutani and Jounouchi closely. He hadn't liked that kiss at all. He would need to rein Jounouchi in more tightly. Though he couldn't punish him right now, after he'd worked hard. "Thank you for coming."
Hirutani snorted. "It weren't nuthin'. We happened ta be in da area."
Jounouchi was busy saying hello to his fellow gang members. "Hey! Kaneda! You okay there? Looks like ya got grazed."
"I'm cool. Nuthin' Glasses can't fix. Mikado got it in da leg though."
"Ouch."

"Oh, okay, Shizuka. Oniisama! She wants to talk to you this time!" Mokuba thrust the phone to him and ran from the roof, fully intending to go play in the smoke and fire.
"Escort him," Seto ordered before he brought the phone to his ear. "Yes, Shizuka?"
[Is... The General's friend there...?]
"... Yes."
[Is he... okay?]
"I haven't met him."
[If Mokuba-niisan sees him... tell him to give him a message from me...]
"What message?"
[Me and Mama... Miss him.]
Seto's jaw twitched slightly. "Very well, Shizuka."

Yugi escorted Mokuba down to the chaos below. "My, it certainly is more interesting when you're right in it." He had put his notebook away and instead was casually holding a pair of fans that looked perfectly harmless.
Mokuba was happy down on the battlefield, gazing around. "The suits of the Kamakiri are better," he commented, nudging at one Zodiacs lime-green lounge suit with the toe of his shoe. "Green is supposed to be which one? Reds are for Scorpios and Aries, I know that Blues are for Aquarius and Cancers..." He paused. "Eh, who cares? It's ugly. I like the black ones."
Yugi chuckled. "We shouldn't get too close, Mokuba-kun. We're not on anyone's side, and some of these guys may be alive enough to take a potshot."
Mokuba snickered. "That's true. But I want to meet the general. He looked so cool from up there." He gave an adoring sigh and leaned against Yugi.
Yugi chuckled again and patted him on the head. "Go on then. I'll stay close."

Honda was probably less than amused at the moment, as he began getting all of their own men carted off. The dead were being respectfully laid apart in cars for proper preparation and burial. It wouldn't do to leave their bodies behind, it would be too disrespectful to the people that gave their lives for their master Haga.

Jounouchi was pretty touchy with his gang...
He was helping to dress up the wounded, at the moment, and catching up on the current news. "God! Yo mom's havin' ANOTHER one? Tell yo parents to stop dat!"
"I would if I could," said Espa. "But I'm going to be a big brother AGAIN." He glomped Jounouchi's arm. "Save me!"
Jounouchi petted his hair. "Poor guy."
Honda scowled at the closeness of them, him being of a very possessive nature...

He rose when he saw Mokuba walking with Yugi. "Sight seeing?" he asked lightly, eyes on them.
Mokuba grinned at him and put his hands on his hips. "You were great, General-san."
"General..." Honda raised a brow at the name. "Why would you address me as such?"
"Because, you looked like one from up there." Mokuba gave an impassioned sigh. "It was so beautiful. A killing machine that could take on so many men... Then sacrifice himself to rush a comrade back to safety!"
Honda's eye twitched slightly.

Yugi had this whole apologetic look going on. "Sorry, he's a bit of a romantic." Yugi tugged on the boy's arm. "Let's not overdo it now."
Honda nodded slightly. "Thank you for the compliment, but you should probably not be on the battle field right now. We have several Zodiac that are being quite rowdy."

One of them seemed to be honing in on them at the moment as he lay on the ground. "Kai...ba..." He struggled to pull his gun out of his breast pocket; he would make Seto see his power, damn it!
"See? He agrees with me. Lets not overstay our welcome." The hairs on the back of his neck were standing. Purple eyes had narrowed and were looking... There!
Yugi placed himself in front of Mokuba and opened one of the feathery fans hanging on his belt.

Mokuba peeped and giggled. "You're such a sissy! Hurry up and die!" His gun pressed between Yugi's fans and he fired off a single round. The Zodiac man fell, a single bullet-wound in his head.
He slipped his small gun back into his sleeve and hugged Yugi's waist. "You're so smart, Yu-chan!" He smiled brightly at him, his temporary lust for Honda gone.

Honda rolled his eyes slightly behind his shades and gazed back toward the clingy group of men around Jounouchi, his hackles raised slightly. Damn it, Jounouchi was his! HIS! "Please excuse me," he said before striding over to them.
"We can continue watching the drama from a safer distance now, Mokuba-kun."
Mokuba bounded away. "You're it!" he laughed as he streaked back toward the building. Such a boy could easily be assumed to have been raised around violence to have such a dulled reaction to it.
"No fair!" Yugi chased after the young Kaiba.

"Quit bein' a baby, Toma. Yo arm'll be good as new in a month. Glasses said so. Goddammit, Kaneda! Stop molestin' Glasses and let `im finish up!"
Honda shifted and seized Jounouchi, picking him up easily in his arms. "I apologize for stealing him from you, and I thank you for appearing in time to assist us so well. But I am taking him now."
One of the men grinned a bit at the pair. "DAYM, Jou! You got yerself a possessive guy! He a good lay? 'cause watching him fire off that cannon made me fuckin' hot. You feel like sharin', buddy?"
"Oooh! Mommy's cheatin' on dad!"
"Next person ta call me mommy gets his ass KICKED!" Jounouchi shook a fist at them to emphasize his point, though the only reaction was more laughing and mocking.
Honda smirked mildly. "You'll all have a gift waiting at your HQ." He turned and began walking back to the lines of cars. He bent his head and bit Jounouchi's neck. "Mnn. I want you. Right now, I'll have you know. I'm going to ride in the back with you."

Seto stared down at the blond head and his jaw twitched. "Damn it all." He drew out a blank card with a white dragon on the back and wrote a note on it. [Shizuka says she misses you.] He held it between two fingers and flung it down to the pair. "Let's go," he muttered, descending from the ledge.
"Ah." Yami followed him. "You know, if he joins the Kamakiri, it could be set up for them to meet."
Seto nodded solemnly. "I know. And that's what I'm worried about."
"What happens will happen, Kaiba. And whatever DOES happen, Yugi and I will be here."
"Mm." he waved down Mokuba. "You and Yugi-kun are in the second car."
He walked calmly over to the first one and slipped inside. He heard Mokuba yell in dismay at being caught and heard Yugi laughing as they slipped into the second car and shut the door.

Jounouchi moaned and clung to Honda, then blinked as something white entered his vision and smacked him in the nose. "Ow! Wha da hell?!"
Honda shrugged. "A card from the Storm Dragons, it looks like."
The blond rubbed his nose where he was sure a mark had to be now. He lifted the card off his chest and froze at the words. "What...?"
Honda glanced down at it. "What is it?"
"Why would the Storm Dragons know my sister misses me?"
Honda blinked a bit. He knew that a powerful man had taken Jounouchi's mother and daughter... could that man have been... "The leader, perhaps... Kaiba Seto."

Yami slipped in after Seto. "Tell me what's on your mind, Kaiba."
Seto leaned against the seat and stared forward at the reflection of himself in the mirror separating the cab. "My -father's- expression when I report to him which side won. And who came in the middle of the fight to assist."
Yami pulled off his tie. "I see. What else?"
Seto watched himself silently before he fell on his side, head on Yami's lap. "I don't feel like enduring his punishments tonight. He won't be satisfied with the knowledge that the Jounouchi line is still alive..."
Yami ran a hand through Seto's hair. "I will tell him, Kaiba. I will take the punishments."
"No. Just beat him to it. He won't be content using me if someone else does it," he murmured, curling closer.
Yami sighed. "Very well, Kaiba. It is the least I can do...Yugi and I owe you everything."
Seto closed his eyes and let Yami's fingers slide through his hair. "Not now.... I don't want Mokuba or Yugi to see it."
It wasn't often when Seto would vanish from sight of the other two; often Yami was the only liaison between them. Gozaburo's punishments were harsh and slow, and often left Seto bedridden for several days.

Amber eyes became murderous. "Kaiba..."
Honda got back to the car; their stuff had already been placed in the trunk, his bike packed into another car. "You know the name?"
"Kaiba's the bastard that took my mother and sister and made it so dad couldn't get a job! I hate him! I'd kill him if I had the chance!"
"Which one..." Honda murmured, slipping into the car with him, and holding him close.
"Kaiba Gozaboro. Ev'thing happened when I was still in grade school... Dammit!" He punched the back of the seat. "It was my fuckin' fault!"
Honda held him closer. "Why is it your fault? That man has crushed many men..."
"I'm da one who introduced him ta mom..." He bit the inside of his cheek. He would NOT cry.
Honda held him more tightly. "It's all right..." he nuzzled him softly, kissing his cheeks.
"It's not alright! If he never met mom none of dat woulda happened!"
Honda kissed his cheeks. "Somehow, I don't believe that... More than likely, he knew your mother long before... And used you." He was grasping at reasons, anything to make Jounouchi feel better.
"Bullshit!" He pushed away from the brunet.
Honda let him put distance between them, though he didn't relinquish his hold.
"Ev'thing was always my fault! Mom ev'n said so! Said she'd never had married dad if she hadn't been pregnant with me! She never wanted me! All I did was cause her trouble then I went an' introduced her to dat bastard and she took da chance ta run!"
Honda listened to him quietly, reaching up one hand to push the rugged blond locks back, away from his face. "Is that so?"
"Yes!"
Honda pushed his fingers through his hair. "It isn't your fault that you were conceived... It wasn't your fault that you were born."
Jounouchi lunged forward and wrapped his arms around Honda's neck. "She left us and took Shizuka with her!" He buried his face against his neck, his body shook with sobs he wouldn't release.

Honda wrapped his arms around him, and hugged him close. He kissed his shoulders and his neck gently. "I'm not going to leave you," he whispered into his ear.
"Dun make promises ya can't keep..."
Honda drew back and kissed his lips. "It's a promise that won't break until I die." He teased gently. "Or until you don't put out."
The boy gave a weak chuckle. "Horny bastard."
Honda smiled and kissed his lips. "I keep my promises."
"Ya...you better..."

Honda held him close and began to suck on his neck. "You're going to be covered in bites by morning... How dare you not speak in proper sentences?" he teased, nipping at his skin.
"Ah...screw you..."
Honda kissed him slowly and nuzzled. "Katsu-kun." He held him closer, his hands rubbing over him. "Why is it that you make me so eager for you? Even when you are so upset, all I want is to fill you to make you feel better..."
"You're just a pervert," he joked, though his voice still came out weak.
Honda cupped his cheeks with both hands and pulled him in for a kiss. "Only for you..."

Jounouchi wrapped his arsm around him and held on like the man was his lifeline.
Honda slid his tongue inside as he let his hands fall away and wrap around his waist, pulling him close. "Mn..."
The blond moaned softly and pressed closer.
Honda slid his fingers against back and rubbed his hips against him. "mn... Do you want to wait until we get home?"
"No...take me now."
Honda's hands slid down to the tailored punk-jeans that Jounouchi had picked out. "Mm... Button fly. How did you know I hated those?" he kidded as he began unbuttoning them.
"Cause ev'body...EVERYbody hates them. Duh."

Honda snickered and continued to pull them open. He found him inside... "Mm, commando again. I think I like this habit of yours."
The boy moaned and rocked his hips into his hand. "Told ya, underwear just gets in da way..."
Honda chuckled and began to stroke him in his palm.

Jounouchi's nimble fingers begin to work off Honda's shirt. "Stupid buttons..."
Honda whispered, "I don't care if you rip them right now."
"Good." He growled softly and took the shirt in both hands. With one tug, he ripped it opened. Buttons flew off with little pings and landed somewhere in the car.
Honda purred softly, his hands pushing up Jounouchi's shirt. They slipped against his nipples and pinched.
"Ahn..." He leaned down and bit Honda's collarbone. He mouthed up his neck to his ear where he nibbled on the lobe.
Honda purred. "Biting is my job, Katsu..." He bent his head toward him and nipped at his neck.
"You were slackin'." He licked the shell of his ear.
"Impatient as ever..." he bit at his neck and sucked at it. "Always ready for sex."
"Like you can talk." He ran his hands over Honda's body, sliding long fingers under his shirt. He traced along muscles and pressed into sensitive areas.
"Mn." He grunted softly in pain. "Avoid that rib for me." He drew Jou's hand gently away from his side.
"Sorry." The teen nuzzled him and kissed his neck.
Honda purred. "We have about twenty minutes. Think we can make it in time?"
Jounouchi smirked. "Sounds like a challenge ta me."


Haga was sitting silently beside his bed, legs crossed as he made notes in a book. Ryuuzaki was tucked into it, his arm bandaged and kept tight in a sling. He wouldn't be using his left arm for quite a while. The Yakuza boss was continually looking toward him between writing down the new additions to his Shit List.
Ryuuzaki scowled. "Quit looking at me like I'm going to croak any minute."
Haga snorted lightly. "I am hardly concerned that you will 'croak', Ryuu. I am concerned about the matter that one of my best men has gone and gotten himself wounded." He closed the pen inside of the book and set it aside, looking fully toward him. "And I am wondering how long it will take to recover. It was fortunate that it missed the bone."
"I figured an injury was better than a death." He stretched out his good arm and grunted as his back popped in a couple places.
Haga watched him stretch. "Do you need another dose?"
"No, it was just a spike from jolting it. I've had worse." He batted his purple bangs from his eyes and stared at Haga. "You should rest for a while. You've been up for hours."
Haga shook his head. "You know better. Until I know how many of my men are returning, there's no point in resting."

Despite his hard demeanor, he kept very close tabs with his men. Each one that had died in the firefight would have sizable reparations given to their surviving family members.

Ryuuzaki sighed. "Don't overwork yourself. A mantis is useless without his head."
Haga reached over and flicked his temple. "Don't lecture me, lizard," he retorted. There was a faint smile on his face, however. Ryuuzaki was the only one that was permitted such informalities with him.
Ryuuzaki snorted, but smiled.
Someone knocked, and Haga gave the permission to enter. The man walked inside and bowed, offering him an official roster of the men who would not be returning. Haga nodded to him. "Bring this list down to accounting and have them make the necessary preparations. I will be attending their wakes."
The man nodded and moved to quickly obey. Haga drew off his glasses and rubbed his sinuses silently for a moment. Out of a hundred and thirty men, only eighty-six had returned alive.

Ryuuzaki bit his tongue and shifted. "Lay down with me, Haga."
Haga looked to him, without his glasses, he was nearly blind, but he could still make out the features of his lover's face. He rose after a moment and laid his glasses down on the bedside table, shifting to lie on Ryuuzaki's good side, curling close to him and kissing his cheek. "Don't go moving around and upsetting your arm anymore," he ordered, closing his eyes.
He wrapped his arm around his lover. "Yes, Master." He chuckled after a moment. "Remember when we were reversed because you broke your arm, back when you were what? Thirteen or fourteen?"
"Mm-hmm..." he murmured, slipping his own arms around his waist carefully. "I do recall that. I also recall who broke it."

Haga kept his eyes shut. Some blond American bastard had found it funny to torment the little child with a fascination for bugs. And when young Haga had struggled to retaliate, the boy had broken his arm by tossing him off of a boulder where Haga had been collecting specimens for his live collection.
"I remember breaking HIM." Ryuuzaki smirked as he remembered slamming a baseball bat into the American's kneecap.
"Mm..." Haga brushed a kiss over his shoulder. "That you did... It was almost worth breaking my arm to see him run off crying..." He nuzzled some of the wild, thick hair. "It was definitely worth it to have you beside me every day for a few weeks..." he hummed a bit in pleasure. "As return payment, I will treat you nicely until the sling is removed."
Ryuuzaki grinned. "Have I told you how much I love you lately?"
"Mm... Not nearly often enough," he chuckled. "Now be quiet and start recovering."

Haga was drifting into sleep with his arms around his lover, his thumb rubbing gently against his side.
Ryuuzaki smiled to himself and held him close.


Honda walked into the building and sighed softly. There were plenty of sad faces around, but everyone had returned. "You can head back to the room if you like. I need to start getting everything in order for Haga-sama."
"Sure." Jounouchi strutted in like he had always been part of the Kamakiri Group.
Honda watched him go and chuckled softly. He was definitely proving to be a valuable asset already. It would be interesting to see how well he could adjust in the aftermath of the Zodiac attack.