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It was the fresh year of twenty-eighteen in Japan, the remnants of the past being withered and scorned by those involved in the bloody conflicts. No gangs have emerged stronger than Bonten has, their leader being the invincible Mikey who guided them through the drug epidemic, prostitution, assaults, and robberies.. All to keep them at the top; All to keep you scared to even speak their name.
It had been roughly twelve years since they split up, now on different paths of life but still remaining very.. Close. In the twelve years of their separation, Kokonoi had emerged to the top ranks with the others in Bonten and earned more a name for himself.. His mere presence left sour tastes in those who could not afford even his air. He was upright, controlling, and his sense of charisma had been long gone, due to drugs or the horrors he’s seen and done? Nobody could answer.
On the lower end of the two, Seishu was left in the black of gangs now. Once scouting anyone to bring the revival of Black Dragons, the blonde had learned his lesson after the Kantou Incident; said incident leading to the split of Toman. Seishu had kept his quiet and reserved personality, now working with Ken in motorarts. The blonde had strived to keep everything about him downlow, lest he cause problems or be dragged into business he doesn’t belong in. This was how he liked it, this is how it should have been from the start.
After what the duo had been through, their departure had never been expected amongst others to be final.. And they weren’t wrong. It started with a scrap of paper, only applying a number in red ink and rushed writing.. The paper being wrinkled and torn at the edges; Whoever did this was in a rush and ashamed to waste any other second at the door of D&D Motors. Seishu was never one to sleep in, being first to rise from a mediocre slumber.. So of course he’d be the first to find the paper.
Out of boredom, impulsivity, or a death wish the blonde had been quick to hide away in the cramped room he owned and dialed the number. What he never expected was an answer so quick he couldn’t make-out the first ring. It was pure silence on the other end, the blonde only adding a small “Hello?” as if he was expecting anyone to actually talk and chat with him. There was noise, faintly. The sound of fabric rustling and the flickering of a lighter being struck.. Then the voice came, blunt but painfully sweet. “Missed me?”
Koko had called him, reaching out of the dark after twelve years. Like hands coming for his throat, Seishu felt his chest tighten and his breathing struggle. Flurry of emotions swarming all up inside him that he nearly missed the proposition Kokonoi had offered him. “Listen. I’m only calling to make you an offer, you know my time means money but.. For you, this time, it’ll be free of charge.” It sounded like a sick joke being played on the poor blonde.
“Let me visit you once every month, no Bonten involved.. No gangs, no violence, nothing. Just me.” Seishu had sat silent, right hand holding the phone to his ear as the left toyed with the hem of his shirt. “What’s in it for me? I thought you wanted to cut ways for good, Koko.” And the other on the line gave a cackle at the cruel excuse of a nonchalant response. “Inupi.. Let’s just say, I miss your company and need a new fix to keep me grounded. Y’know?” And the faint sound of inhales and exhales were heard through the phone against his ear.
“What do you..-” Was questioned but shut down by Koko yet again giggling. “Let me see you once a month so we can play around Inupi.. Nobody compares to you, ‘s hard to get any satisfaction from the things around me.” There were more sounds of breathing, presumably from a cigarette. “Let’s fuck once a month, after that i’ll be gone and only return for my next fix.” Came more bluntly that caused a groan to leave Seishu’s lips.
“Fuck. Koko-” His mind was weighing him down, trying to reason with Seishu the good and bad of this ‘agreement’. For one, he could end up fucking dead if word got around he was involved with Bonten or Koko again.. Hell, even Koko could be pulling a joke then show up and put a bullet in Seishu’s head like old fucking yeller. Then there was the chance, the slim chance, maybe Koko was being honest.. No gangs involved or Bonten talk, just them using each other for their needs and letting it all vanish before feelings caught on. Like old times.
“Koko.. Is this really you talking or are you busy getting your rocks off to some cheap drug?” And the white haired man on the other line gave a wheezed giggle, shifting his positioning once more. “We know I don’t lie to you of all people, Seishu, it isn’t what she would want.” He spoke as if Akane was still living in his memory as much as she did in the past. “It isn’t what I would want for you either, you don’t deserve it.” But this was quieter, the tone edged in dullness as if to hide any actual feeling or bait to be fed to Seishu to leave him hoping for more.
“Think of it as a way to mend the past I fucked up for us both.” And the other sound remorseful, only when Seishu started to question it Koko yet again spoke up. “Whatever. If you make a decision, leave a note under the doormat outside.. I’ll stop by again next week. And again, nobody involved but us.. I promise this time I'll protect you from them.” And Kokonoi had hung up, all of it started and gone too soon. Seishu had laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling as he thought everything over.
Koko clearly missed him, seeking him out this much to just ‘blow off steam’ was a bullshit excuse that they both knew of.. And maybe this was the fresh start they needed to patch up their faults, maybe it was a chance for a new beginning. Besides, it wasn’t like Seishu was getting much action either, with Koko being his only good lay.. He could use this to his advantage as well. If things ever did turn out bad, they both know Seishu could easily lay Koko in a matter of seconds.. But who knows how much he has changed or how life treated him..
So Seishu did as instructed, writing a letter of agreement to Koko and further stating his boundaries and more on his schedule so their ‘appointments’ could not be interrupted. As promised, Koko received the letter and began leaving Seishu phone calls of dates and times he’d be stopping by.. Following through with his word of it being strictly once a month, with nothing but them and their needs.
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The first meeting the two had was nothing but awkward tension, later drowned by desire and sorrow. Tears leaked from Koko’s eyes as his makeup smudged and ruined all while Seishu buried his face in the neck of the other. His thrusts picked up in speed, groaning lowly whenever Koko would tug at his hair or scrape his nails along the pale flesh of his scarred back.
All that could be heard was soft pants and cries, the echo of skin against skin, and Seishu’s mutters of praise and words of reassurance before Koko reached his high and grunted out a faint “Inupi..” Before staining the sheets below him.
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The second meeting was no less the same, and the others after that. All holding the same pained energy and tension between their chemistry, with Seishu either having Koko on his hands and knees or Koko riding Seishu as his hair framed his face like he was a cruel, forbidden angel. Instinctively, Seishu would always groan about Koko being pretty for him which only egged the other on for more.
Their meetings turned into mapping each other out as if they were still curious teenagers, trying desperately to remember who was weak where and where the fuck their bond went after all this time. With moans and tears being spilt, they had clawed their way at each other for anything they could take with no remorse or consequence. The only fuel to the fire being to make up for the time spent wasted away, and trying to fight tooth and nail to keep the feeling of warmth against them.
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Letting himself into Seishu’s room, Koko eyed the blonde as he lit a cigarette.. A poor habit he picked up from Koko. “They changed you.” Long blonde lashes daintily fluttered as gusts of smoke filled the room. “Excuse me?” Seishu knew he struck a nerve, but he was too dull to care. “You let them change you, Koko. You’re not who you used to be for fucks sake.” Now it was Koko’s turn to stand still, stunned at the attitude and conversation topic at hand.
“What the fuck are you going on about Inupi? Nobody did shit to me, I never changed.” And the sound of Koko’s expensive heels clicked against the bedroom tile of Seishu’s, manicured hand snatching the box of cigarettes from the other's grasp and pulling out one to light himself. “You did.. This is what happens when you don’t listen to me, Koko.” Started, inhaling and exhaling as he flicked the ash of the stick before lolling his head to the side. “Fucking look at you,”
“You’re just a shell of what you used to be.. No emotion behind your eyes and the only time you let emotion out is when a cock is in you.” Eyes met eyes and Koko raised a brow. “Since when did these meetings become an intervention?” A cruel joke, but the words muttered from the blonde dug under his skin. “Trust your word, you said. Let you take the lead for once.. Look at you. Your veins are one more dosage from bursting, your eyes are bloodshot and your nose. You’re hooked on drugs and only get the proper emotional response from me.” With a drag of his cigarette, he stared the other down.
“They fucking changed you.” And now Koko was clearly angered, eye’s twitching as he smashed the cigarette out roughly. “Why the hell do you think this is your business? If you knew fucking best then why didn’t you try to return the favor of saving me?” Dark eyes going wide as he eyed the other down with daggers. “You talk big as if you’re some fucking martyr, Seishu. You’re not shit.” Leaning in, expression as blank as Koko could manage with alarms ringing in his head.
“You couldn’t restore a gang.” Closer.. “You couldn’t rely on yourself,” Closer.. “You rely on everyone, why? ‘Cause you feel nothing but inferior to those around you,” Snap. “You weren’t even supposed to be alive to this day. Don’t talk about those who changed me when the man who changed your fate is sitting right in fucking front of you.” Swiftly, a right hook met Koko’s jaw as Seishu lunged at him.
“You don’t fucking listen ever, do you?” And another heavy fist came down, yanking Koko by his shirt collar this time and pushing him down on the mattress. “You think I don’t know all you’ve done for me?” Another swing, Koko’s grunts of pain ringing through the soft pants. “Unlike you, I'm able to recognize the good things done for me,” Rough hands leaving the other’s top but slinking their way under the garment. “Take my lead on how to do so and maybe you wouldn’t get your panties in a twist over the smallest shit.” He spat words with all intention to hurt.
Koko laid still as Seishu pinned him down, they both knew this game. Purposefully igniting a fight with the other to lay off frustrations from the day, so it wasn’t common for beatings to happen before their play. Koko’s lip was busted from the hits to the face he received, blood dripping down his chin as he etched a smug smile along his face.
“I hate you.” The white haired man spoke, smiling from ear to ear as he awaited the hands on his lithe hips to grip and bruise him. “You were the worst mistake of my life..” Continuing on as he felt Seishu’s hands tear at his shirt, only leaning up to shove Koko’s pants down. “If you were never here I wouldn’t have been roped up in gangs and the behavior that supposedly ‘changed me’ ..” One scarred hand slammed it’s way on Koko’s throat, gripping so tight the other wheezed a laugh.
“You should’ve died.. It’s all your fault, Seishu.”
The grip on his throat tightened, leavin Koko straining for air as the dull feeling of pain shot through his body. He didn’t fight it though, he knew Seishu wouldn’t kill him.. Seishu was too mentally weak to kill anyone. With his vision getting blurred as each second passed, Koko laid limp besides reaching a weak hand to put over Seishu’s.. The hand on his throat.
With a moment of clarity, Seishu removed his hand before Koko fainted, yet instead roughly flipped the other on his stomach. The hand once on his throat was now yanking at the long strands of white hair as he shoved Koko’s face in the mattress, his free hand hoisting Koko’s hips up. “You talk big for someone who won’t last down this path for long,”
Calloused fingers from working with machinery for years met the smooth skin of Koko’s stomach. “You’ll leave this world quicker than you saved me. I’ll piss on your grave and fucking laugh.” Lies. It was all lies, they both knew. If Koko truly died, Seishu would be quick to end his own life to meet Koko wherever he laid in the afterlife.
Pressing down on the area above Koko’s groin, Seishu felt his cock twitch at the stained noise the other let out. His hand sliding lower and barely meeting the hard cock trapped behind boxers already almost shaken off Koko. “You’re pathetic.. Getting hard from being manhandled.” He muttered, the hand in Koko’s hair leaving as he undid his belt. “Imagine how your boss would look if he saw you right now.” Koko laid against the mattress, his manicured nails quickly found security with gripping the sheets as Seishu shucked off his pants and boxers.
The white haired man could hear rustling form the pant pocket before he felt the cold lube covered fingers force their way inside of him, he should’ve known better to expect proper prep and care form Seishu after pissing him off to such a degree.. Yet he couldn’t help the strangled cry leave his lips from the rough treatment. Seishu wasted no time fucking his fingers into Koko, the hand on his tan thighs slid up to his cock and gave a small squeeze eliciting a mewl form Koko’s mouth. “I- .. fuck.. Inupi-”
“Be thankful I'm even entertaining you after all the shit you said.” Fingers curled and Koko groaned, hiding his face in his arms as he mumbled small ‘thank you's' with the increase of Seishu’s fingers. As the white haired man grew louder, clearly nearing his impending orgasm, the blonde only dragged him to the edge before removing all contact he had with the other man. “W-” With weak arms, Koko forced himself to turn to glare at Seishu. “What the fuck was that for-!” And it was prominent how badly Seishu had an effect on him.
Koko’s neat makeup was streaked and running from tears of being handled so roughly and being choked earlier, his once shimmery eyeshadows being caked at the waterline of his contrasting dark lashes. Seishu only hummed before flipping Koko to his back completely, hiking his legs up on his forearms as he scooted closer in the middle of the tan legs. “Shut up.” One hand slinking away to grasp his own cock, Seishu granted himself a few pumps before squeezing more lube on his hand before smearing it over his cock.
Tip brushing against Koko’s ass, the other man tensed at the coolness and let out a weak, shaky breath before feeling Seishu force his way into him. Like a snake wrapping itself around his heart, his sul, his entire being.. Koko felt like he was being punched in the gut with every inch the blonde forced inside. With faint groans and battered grunts, Koko mumbled to deaf ears for Seishu to slow down or stop moving to let him adjust.. His voice never reached the blonde, being ignored as his body ached from the girth.
Seishu had stifled his own noises by the tight embrace of his teeth and bottom lip, his body burning up and patches of red blotching along his pale skin to show the flush.. The blossom, The realness of it all. As he bottomed out, Seishu’s grip on Koko’s thigh began to tighten with the blunt of his nails digging into the flesh.. Bound to leave bruises for Koko to remember Who gave them to him, a cruel gift and reminder.
“I-.. hah… Inupi-” And finally, his prayers were heard as Koko mewled out for Seishu to hurry up and move before he went soft. As if he ever would with the cock in his ass, snug and pressing right against his prostate. With a bit of shuffling around, Seishu began to retract his hips before snapping back into place with hurtful instinct. As if trying to ruin Koko’s insides, bruise his organs and rearrange his guts. To leave him no more than how he left Seishu with Tenjiku.
As Koko’s loud cries filled the room, the echo of skin against skin fought to drown the white haired man out. Koko’s head was spinning from the rough pace, finding purchase in clawing his manicured nails down the scarred back of Seishu, digging roughly into the flesh and trying to rip him apart. His jaw hurt, aching from the hits from the blonde, and his throat was sporting bruises from the strangulation. There was no way to pass these marks off as hickies, they were marks of a ruined relationship and the ordeals it takes to patch it all together.
With grinds of hips together, pained feelings, and hearts setting ablaze, the two quickly found their high with Seishu lapping at Koko’s collarbone and chest like a dog and Koko desperately jerking his own cock in a poor attempt to sync up with the erratic thrusts of Seishu’s. “‘M gonna-”
And with a wail, Seishu gripped the other’s wrist as if to stop him. “Then hurry up.” Before fucking harder into the other, cock feeling like a straight punch to his insides before Koko felt his breath leave him with an intense orgasm.
With strangled cries and pleas for Seishu to stop or slow down, Koko felt his cock jerk and empty itself on his stomach as he soiled his own skin with his mistakes. Nails on Seishu’s back turned to fists, beating away in a weak attempt to stop Seishu, as he was overstimulated, which turned useless as Seishu continued to fuck into the tight heat of Koko before filling the other up with a stifled grunt. “Knew you could take it.” Was all Koko heard, his energy too drained and body too ached to keep his eyes open and keep him awake.
As Koko slept, Seishu left him disheveled with the cum now drying against his skin. Surely he’d wake up regretting everything, but for now Seishu sat in the chair in front of his bed.. Lighting cigarette after cigarette as he basked in Koko’s docile and soft expression.. He always looked pretty when he slept. Eyes ogling the tan skin, scanning Koko up and down as his heart burst every time it pumped the blood in his skin.. A single tear ran down Seishu’s scarred cheek as he knew, it’d be another month before he got to embrace his true feelings for koko.
His shameful, pathetic, excuse of love for the other.