[30th October] [SD/TeniPuri] -- Mafia Gang Wars: Everything I ever wanted
Title: Mafia Gang Wars
Day/Theme: 30th October -- This world my prison
Series: SlamDunk | Prince of tennis
Character/Pairing: ..All [AU, yakuza style.]
Rating: PG15 (pr0n.)
Authors: rei_kurasaki, hemlocke and yasminm
Notes: Sanity is over-rated y'know. Ninth in a series: 01. An alliance | 02. Adjustments | 03. Wheels in motion | 04. An Interlude | 05. Lines in the sand | 06. One flew east, one flew west | 07. Veni, vidi, vici | 08. E tu nomine
“So,” Sengoku crossed his legs and turned a pair of green eyes onto the Ryonan ruling head, “what’s the plan?”
Sendoh merely shrugged, dark blue eyes focused on the map in front of him, “How accurate is this plan?”
“97.5% accurate Sendoh, our Intel did its best,” Hikoichi stepped forwardly slight only to take a brief step back when Sengoku turned to him, sharp eyes burning with an intense light, “both our Intel I mean, us and Yamabuki’s,” Hikoichi amended quickly, clearing his throat nervously.
“So do we go for it?” Koshino asked, looking at Sendoh who didn’t bother looking up at him; the spiky-haired man was more interested in tracing the winding routes with the red dots pasted neatly along the sides.
“We should just move and hit the bastards,” Akutsu growled, one lit cigarette dangling from his lips.
“A very pleasant plan Akutsu, but,” Sengoku sighed, suddenly looking older than his years, “we’ve both lost quite a few people on both sides. Uozumi’s dead and both Fukuda and Touji are in the hospital. And that’s not counting the number of men we have dead and, or out of service.”
“We can’t afford to lose any more,” Uekusa agreed reluctantly.
“And we won’t,” Sendoh looked up, finally breaking his silence and stabbed one long finger on a cluster of red dots, “we’ll go for the hit-and-run tactic.”
--
The “hit-and-run” tactic, Sendoh explained, was to use guerilla war-fare, and it was about here that most of the members present swore that his blue eyes literally glittered; the plan was simple, take down as many of the Rikkai Intel as possible. The two largest clusters were spilt into five smaller parts and one group of shooters were assigned to each part. With three groups working together to take down the others scattered around the area.
Each group would consist of a sniper, two marksmen and three other shooters, pick only the best of the best, was the instructions that Koshino received from his boss. Sengoku laughed and turned around to Akutsu, you heard the man, I want four groups here in an hour.
Two hours later, both Sendoh and Sengoku examined the ten groups assembled in front of them (two reserved, smirked Koshino, just in case), pronounced them perfect in unison and laughed before dismissing them.
Three hours later, word starts filtering out on the streets about Rikkai-known operatives collapsing on the street, an array of bullets lodged in their bodies. At first, sources were blurred and vague then more word came in from the streets:
Four Rikkai-known operatives dead.
Two more collapsed suddenly outside a café, two bullet holes in their heads.
Three discovered dead inside their car, bodies full of bullets.
Known Rikkai spies shot by unseen gunmen, last body count, 14.
“You’re more bloodthirsty than I though, Sen~doh,” Sengoku flashed a genial smile at the other man, “Lucky indeed, to be on your side of the fight.”
Sendoh smiled and lifted his glass of red wine, “Merely extracting the appropriate revenge Sengoku.”
“Hm~m, that’s what they usually say,” Sengoku laughed, even white teeth flashing.
“Don’t they?” Sendoh laughed and sipped his wine, crimson liquid lapping against the side of the delicate glass gently.
--
“Do you think you can do this?” Tezuka looked impassively at Youhei and Inui. The two intel specialists had just finished laying out a truly audacious plan to hack into Rikkai’s accounts and seize their funds.
“What are the odds?” Akagi added. He had no desire to expend resources unnecessarily.
“We’ve gone through every scenario possible. The mean outcome was 95.53%.” There was no sunlight in the room but Akagi could’ve sworn that Inui’s spectacles glinted.
Akagi exchanged glances with Tezuka, who only nodded briefly in concurrence. “OK. Get started on it, then. I hear they’re moving again.”
Youhei smirked as he rolled his shoulders; feeling the joints pop. “We’ve got our gear prepared in the next room already.”
--
Inui stripped off his outer jacket and sat down at his terminal. “I’ll get started on gaining access to the Rikkai accounts first. Meanwhile, Mito’ll be in charge of setting up a dummy account to receive the funds. Once secured, we’ll transfer the funds over to our own.”
“I’m putting Kaidoh in charge of breaking into the Rikkai system itself. Whatever info he gets will be passed on to Kogure for evaluation. If we can use it…” Inui let his voice fall away. There was no need to explain any further. All information was power and now was not the time to be merciful.
Hours later, the members of Seigaku and Shohoku drifted in and out of the room that Youhei, Inui, Kaidoh and Kogure had appropriated for their use. Cables, CPUs, servers all were set up in a complex configuration and the less computer-savvy of them all steered clear of the working members.
Meanwhile, Inui ignored all the movement around him, his mind focused on the task at hand. Whilst he knew that he was an excellent fighter, his forte remained knowledge management - the art of spying, the organization of knowledge and its subsequent use. He lived for times like this; when his formidable arsenal of data, information and inborn intelligence came together to become one of Seigaku’s deadliest tools.
--
“So. Any luck Sadaharu?”
“Do you doubt my hacking abilities Mito?”
“Me? Heavens forbid, I am talking to the one who once hacked through the Japanese Government’s security system before.”
“Your data on me is impeccable.”
“And complete now, and so is yours on me isn’t it Sadaharu?”
“Yes, and almost 100% complete too.”
“Should I be worried?”
“If you would want to be.”
“Trite aren’t we?”
“Do you expect anything else?”
“From you? Nope.”
“Knowing you Mito, there is a 98% chance that the comment was designed to scare me just slightly.”
“Just 98%?”
“It was previously 59%, but after that, it increased in percentage to 98%.”
“I never knew you were one so in tuned to the other.”
“I estimate that 76.2% of the time, people underestimate that of me.”
“…I’m sure of that Sadaharu.”
--
Access granted.
Inui adjusted his spectacles, quietly savouring his moment of triumph in private for a short while. He coughed slightly, breaking the tense silence in the ops room, taking delight in the numbers scrolling down the screen in rapid order.
“I’m in. Kogure-san, we’ll need your advice now.”
Kogure nodded, coming in to take his place between Youhei and Inui. He flipped open a folder containing all the data Kaidoh had extracted from the Rikkai computer system.
“I was thinking of starting with this account they had with Credit Suisse…” his melodic voice a soothing counterpoint to the mechanical sounds of keyboard buttons being pressed and chassis fans whirring.
--
“That settles it, then. As agreed, the money has been split evenly between our gangs.” Inui passed over the account sheets for Tezuka and Akagi to review.
Akagi glanced briefly at Kogure, who nodded his head just that smallest bit. He had no worries there - Kogure would ensure that no fraud occurred during the transactions.
“But Inui-san, what about this last account?” Kogure pointed to a set of figures on the screen.
Inui smiled. “I left that for last. I was thinking of using this account to spread goodwill.”
“I beg your pardon?” Kogure asked, taken aback. This had not been discussed earlier.
Inui turned to face Kogure fully. “Would you be agreeable to the notion of distributing the funds in this last account to more needful parties?”
A distrustful look passed over the lawyer’s face. “Needful parties?”
“For example, Shoyo and Fudomine. Their accounts are quite depleted in the wake of their loss to Rikkai. And hospitalization bills for Hanagata and Tachibana are quite substantial.”
Inui pressed on. “Think about it, Kogure-san. If word gets around that they received this boost from us, an event which I assure you will happen; then they would be in our debt.”
That settled it for Kogure then. He rather liked the idea of Shoyo owing Shohoku a debt. How it would irk Fujima to owe Akagi such a favour. “Done. So long as we get to choose a few other parties of our choice?”
Inui acquiesced readily. “That’s not an issue.”
“Wait. Inui, how did you gain access to Fudomine’s accounts?” Tezuka asked his subordinate, mildly perturbed at the idea of so much information in Inui’s hands.
“That would be a trade secret, Tezuka. And gentlemen never kiss and tell.”
From across the table, Youhei cracked a grin. “Oh, really? I’d dispute that, actually. The kissing, that is.”
Kaidoh’s eyebrows shot up right up to the edge of his bandanna. The Seigaku spy had been quiet all along as he industriously worked his way through the Rikkai system. “Fsssh.”
Tezuka steadfastly tried to ignore the byplay between the three men but made a mental note to try to keep a closer watch on Inui’s intel-gathering activities in the future. Not that he would have much success - Inui was really good at his job, but he would never tell Inui that.
Inui calmly continued. “As I recall, Mito, you had no disputes at all with me. On the contrary, in fact. Our relations have been extremely cordial.”
“Only cordial, Sadaharu? You wound me with your coldness.” Youhei clutched his chest theatrically.
Akagi frowned in disapproval at their poorly-disguised sexual banter but it wouldn’t do to cramp Youhei’s style. Meanwhile, Tezuka decided that it was time to make a strategic retreat and get some champagne to celebrate their success.
--
Mitsui sat in a corner of the room, nursing a shot of whiskey as he shot mournful glances at Kogure. The lawyer-whore was in his element as he discussed account transfers, tax deductions and various other administrative matters that went way above his head.
And of course, it didn’t help matters to see Kogure leaning closer to Tezuka as the Seigaku leader leaned over him to oversee their progress, their faces subtly inclined towards the other.
He also noted the sullen looks the second Seigaku spy was giving Youhei but whilst his heart went out to the poor man, he didn’t have the time to offer Kaidoh his sympathies. Not when he was occupied with studying how inappropriately close Tezuka was to Kogure and oh-my-god was that his hand on Kogure’s back? And shit. Kogure did not just reach up to tuck Tezuka’s hair behind his ear.
Mitsui leaned back, horrorstruck by the sight of his second-in-command and the Seigaku leader making overt sexual overtures to each other, yet unable to bring himself to look away. As he watched the scene unfold, Kogure flicked his brown eyes back to look at Mitsui and shot the poor weapons expert a languid smile; his hands reaching out to clasp Tezuka by the bicep.
Kaidoh observed the Shohoku member watching Tezuka and Kogure. There was something brewing there but that mattered little to him. Not when he was itching to deck that Youhei Mito in the jaw for that indulgent way he was staring at Inui. And what was Inui thinking, openly flirting with Youhei that way? He knew Kaidoh hated sharing.
Unbeknownst to them all was that Ryouta was hovering near the doorway, beer in hand and a smirk on his face as he watched Kaidoh watching Inui and Youhei and Mitsui mooning after Kogure. As he finished his drink, Ryouta sent yet another prayer heavenward on how lucky he was that he was straight.
--
It would be fucking fantastic to be love's bitch, Mitsui thought, if it meant he'd at least get a good screw once in a while. Or, hell, even a blowjob would be nice. It's not like he was fussy.
And Kogure sure as fuck wasn't.
"... and he had the nerve to tell me he didn't want to fuck me," Mitsui proclaimed out loud. "I see him every. single. fucking. weekend here -- just where yer sitting -- looking like he's waiting for daddy to pick him up."
Somewhere in a dry corner of his alcohol-sodden mind, the last of his rationality made a brave attempt to point out that it wasn't a very good idea to spill his guts to a stranger. Mitsui told it to shut the fuck up and drink another vodka.
"Kogure looks so fucking proper, too. All suited-up and lawyer-like. Who knew he was fucking half the men in Kanagawa and Tokyo? Shit, probably the entire country."
The man next to him made a vaguely sympathetic noise, edging away from Mitsui's gesticulating hands and the sloshing liquid in his glass. Mitsui clapped him on the back, setting down the glass with a thump that made the counter rattle.
"Guess he did enjoy his old job," Mitsui brooded. "He was a whore, you know. Surprised Akagi let him get away with it-- fuck, d'you think he slept his way to the top?"
"Ah, I'm sure he's better than that, er, what did you say your name was...?"
"Mitsui fucking Hisashi. And don't you forget it," Mitsui said, and promptly passed out.
----
"Hey, hey, do you believe in werewolves?"
"... what."
"It's a full moon! So pretty! Ne, Kiyota?"
"Leave me alone, you freak. Go back to sleep."
Jiroh grinned disarmingly at Kiyota. "Grum~py. Did someone walk in on our bosses fucking again~?"
"Shut up, Akutagawa, or I'll ram this gun up your-- you know what, forget it." Kiyota looked nauseated. "I'm gonna go away now."
"You can't, sorry. What Atobe says, you do. But I can kill you, if you like."
"No."
Not far from them, Maki twitched and made a mental note to send Kiyota and Jiroh to boot camp. Noisy bastards. That Kainan didn't actually have a boot camp was merely an oversight that could be corrected easily.
Maki briefly pondered the possibility of a Kainan/Hyotei training camp, then ditched it as a recipe for disaster -- half the idiots acted like teenage girls sparkling over their first crush, and the other half would like nothing better than to cut down the chances of anyone actually surviving the camp.
Beside him, Atobe was poised like a cat, watching the Rikkai armory with the anticipation of a hunter. He was without Kabaji for once, his bodyguard-servant having been dispatched to one of the groups striking at Rikkai's other weapons warehouses.
They'd planned this for days, an attack designed to disarm and emasculate Rikkai. A gang without an assured supply of weapons and bullets were sitting ducks, ready to be picked off by an enterprising rival.
Atobe had every intention of seizing the day. And the week, too, when possible.
He sneaked a look at Maki, who had unholstered his gun in anticipation of the attack. Ah, a Smith & Wesson .50-caliber Magnum. A big gun for a big man, and Maki was a very good display for its strength.
Maki threw him an annoyed look. What?
Instead of replying, Atobe licked his lips. Mmm.
The only response from Maki was a growl, but Atobe wasn't put off. There was a time for everything, and now was the time to kill.
The clock struck midnight, and they moved forward.
---
Kogure was hot and tight, and loved Tezuka's harsh angles with an enthusiasm. Tezuka was almost sure to be genuine. There was yet to be a perversion that didn't arouse him, his limits seemingly set only by Tezuka's willingness.
He also looked good naked and bent over Tezuka's desk, legs spread apart. Kogure shivered as Tezuka brushed his leather belt, looped over Tezuka's hand, down his spine.
"I am sure that delivering news of an upcoming operation didn't include instructions to distract me with your body, Kogure-san."
"So punish me." Kogure smiled, turning his head slightly to meet Tezuka's eyes. And added, playfully mocking, "Tezuka-sama."
His gasp echoed the crack of the belt against his skin, but it was not a cry of pain.
Day/Theme: 30th October -- This world my prison
Series: SlamDunk | Prince of tennis
Character/Pairing: ..All [AU, yakuza style.]
Rating: PG15 (pr0n.)
Authors: rei_kurasaki, hemlocke and yasminm
Notes: Sanity is over-rated y'know. Ninth in a series: 01. An alliance | 02. Adjustments | 03. Wheels in motion | 04. An Interlude | 05. Lines in the sand | 06. One flew east, one flew west | 07. Veni, vidi, vici | 08. E tu nomine
“So,” Sengoku crossed his legs and turned a pair of green eyes onto the Ryonan ruling head, “what’s the plan?”
Sendoh merely shrugged, dark blue eyes focused on the map in front of him, “How accurate is this plan?”
“97.5% accurate Sendoh, our Intel did its best,” Hikoichi stepped forwardly slight only to take a brief step back when Sengoku turned to him, sharp eyes burning with an intense light, “both our Intel I mean, us and Yamabuki’s,” Hikoichi amended quickly, clearing his throat nervously.
“So do we go for it?” Koshino asked, looking at Sendoh who didn’t bother looking up at him; the spiky-haired man was more interested in tracing the winding routes with the red dots pasted neatly along the sides.
“We should just move and hit the bastards,” Akutsu growled, one lit cigarette dangling from his lips.
“A very pleasant plan Akutsu, but,” Sengoku sighed, suddenly looking older than his years, “we’ve both lost quite a few people on both sides. Uozumi’s dead and both Fukuda and Touji are in the hospital. And that’s not counting the number of men we have dead and, or out of service.”
“We can’t afford to lose any more,” Uekusa agreed reluctantly.
“And we won’t,” Sendoh looked up, finally breaking his silence and stabbed one long finger on a cluster of red dots, “we’ll go for the hit-and-run tactic.”
--
The “hit-and-run” tactic, Sendoh explained, was to use guerilla war-fare, and it was about here that most of the members present swore that his blue eyes literally glittered; the plan was simple, take down as many of the Rikkai Intel as possible. The two largest clusters were spilt into five smaller parts and one group of shooters were assigned to each part. With three groups working together to take down the others scattered around the area.
Each group would consist of a sniper, two marksmen and three other shooters, pick only the best of the best, was the instructions that Koshino received from his boss. Sengoku laughed and turned around to Akutsu, you heard the man, I want four groups here in an hour.
Two hours later, both Sendoh and Sengoku examined the ten groups assembled in front of them (two reserved, smirked Koshino, just in case), pronounced them perfect in unison and laughed before dismissing them.
Three hours later, word starts filtering out on the streets about Rikkai-known operatives collapsing on the street, an array of bullets lodged in their bodies. At first, sources were blurred and vague then more word came in from the streets:
Four Rikkai-known operatives dead.
Two more collapsed suddenly outside a café, two bullet holes in their heads.
Three discovered dead inside their car, bodies full of bullets.
Known Rikkai spies shot by unseen gunmen, last body count, 14.
“You’re more bloodthirsty than I though, Sen~doh,” Sengoku flashed a genial smile at the other man, “Lucky indeed, to be on your side of the fight.”
Sendoh smiled and lifted his glass of red wine, “Merely extracting the appropriate revenge Sengoku.”
“Hm~m, that’s what they usually say,” Sengoku laughed, even white teeth flashing.
“Don’t they?” Sendoh laughed and sipped his wine, crimson liquid lapping against the side of the delicate glass gently.
--
“Do you think you can do this?” Tezuka looked impassively at Youhei and Inui. The two intel specialists had just finished laying out a truly audacious plan to hack into Rikkai’s accounts and seize their funds.
“What are the odds?” Akagi added. He had no desire to expend resources unnecessarily.
“We’ve gone through every scenario possible. The mean outcome was 95.53%.” There was no sunlight in the room but Akagi could’ve sworn that Inui’s spectacles glinted.
Akagi exchanged glances with Tezuka, who only nodded briefly in concurrence. “OK. Get started on it, then. I hear they’re moving again.”
Youhei smirked as he rolled his shoulders; feeling the joints pop. “We’ve got our gear prepared in the next room already.”
--
Inui stripped off his outer jacket and sat down at his terminal. “I’ll get started on gaining access to the Rikkai accounts first. Meanwhile, Mito’ll be in charge of setting up a dummy account to receive the funds. Once secured, we’ll transfer the funds over to our own.”
“I’m putting Kaidoh in charge of breaking into the Rikkai system itself. Whatever info he gets will be passed on to Kogure for evaluation. If we can use it…” Inui let his voice fall away. There was no need to explain any further. All information was power and now was not the time to be merciful.
Hours later, the members of Seigaku and Shohoku drifted in and out of the room that Youhei, Inui, Kaidoh and Kogure had appropriated for their use. Cables, CPUs, servers all were set up in a complex configuration and the less computer-savvy of them all steered clear of the working members.
Meanwhile, Inui ignored all the movement around him, his mind focused on the task at hand. Whilst he knew that he was an excellent fighter, his forte remained knowledge management - the art of spying, the organization of knowledge and its subsequent use. He lived for times like this; when his formidable arsenal of data, information and inborn intelligence came together to become one of Seigaku’s deadliest tools.
--
“So. Any luck Sadaharu?”
“Do you doubt my hacking abilities Mito?”
“Me? Heavens forbid, I am talking to the one who once hacked through the Japanese Government’s security system before.”
“Your data on me is impeccable.”
“And complete now, and so is yours on me isn’t it Sadaharu?”
“Yes, and almost 100% complete too.”
“Should I be worried?”
“If you would want to be.”
“Trite aren’t we?”
“Do you expect anything else?”
“From you? Nope.”
“Knowing you Mito, there is a 98% chance that the comment was designed to scare me just slightly.”
“Just 98%?”
“It was previously 59%, but after that, it increased in percentage to 98%.”
“I never knew you were one so in tuned to the other.”
“I estimate that 76.2% of the time, people underestimate that of me.”
“…I’m sure of that Sadaharu.”
--
Access granted.
Inui adjusted his spectacles, quietly savouring his moment of triumph in private for a short while. He coughed slightly, breaking the tense silence in the ops room, taking delight in the numbers scrolling down the screen in rapid order.
“I’m in. Kogure-san, we’ll need your advice now.”
Kogure nodded, coming in to take his place between Youhei and Inui. He flipped open a folder containing all the data Kaidoh had extracted from the Rikkai computer system.
“I was thinking of starting with this account they had with Credit Suisse…” his melodic voice a soothing counterpoint to the mechanical sounds of keyboard buttons being pressed and chassis fans whirring.
--
“That settles it, then. As agreed, the money has been split evenly between our gangs.” Inui passed over the account sheets for Tezuka and Akagi to review.
Akagi glanced briefly at Kogure, who nodded his head just that smallest bit. He had no worries there - Kogure would ensure that no fraud occurred during the transactions.
“But Inui-san, what about this last account?” Kogure pointed to a set of figures on the screen.
Inui smiled. “I left that for last. I was thinking of using this account to spread goodwill.”
“I beg your pardon?” Kogure asked, taken aback. This had not been discussed earlier.
Inui turned to face Kogure fully. “Would you be agreeable to the notion of distributing the funds in this last account to more needful parties?”
A distrustful look passed over the lawyer’s face. “Needful parties?”
“For example, Shoyo and Fudomine. Their accounts are quite depleted in the wake of their loss to Rikkai. And hospitalization bills for Hanagata and Tachibana are quite substantial.”
Inui pressed on. “Think about it, Kogure-san. If word gets around that they received this boost from us, an event which I assure you will happen; then they would be in our debt.”
That settled it for Kogure then. He rather liked the idea of Shoyo owing Shohoku a debt. How it would irk Fujima to owe Akagi such a favour. “Done. So long as we get to choose a few other parties of our choice?”
Inui acquiesced readily. “That’s not an issue.”
“Wait. Inui, how did you gain access to Fudomine’s accounts?” Tezuka asked his subordinate, mildly perturbed at the idea of so much information in Inui’s hands.
“That would be a trade secret, Tezuka. And gentlemen never kiss and tell.”
From across the table, Youhei cracked a grin. “Oh, really? I’d dispute that, actually. The kissing, that is.”
Kaidoh’s eyebrows shot up right up to the edge of his bandanna. The Seigaku spy had been quiet all along as he industriously worked his way through the Rikkai system. “Fsssh.”
Tezuka steadfastly tried to ignore the byplay between the three men but made a mental note to try to keep a closer watch on Inui’s intel-gathering activities in the future. Not that he would have much success - Inui was really good at his job, but he would never tell Inui that.
Inui calmly continued. “As I recall, Mito, you had no disputes at all with me. On the contrary, in fact. Our relations have been extremely cordial.”
“Only cordial, Sadaharu? You wound me with your coldness.” Youhei clutched his chest theatrically.
Akagi frowned in disapproval at their poorly-disguised sexual banter but it wouldn’t do to cramp Youhei’s style. Meanwhile, Tezuka decided that it was time to make a strategic retreat and get some champagne to celebrate their success.
--
Mitsui sat in a corner of the room, nursing a shot of whiskey as he shot mournful glances at Kogure. The lawyer-whore was in his element as he discussed account transfers, tax deductions and various other administrative matters that went way above his head.
And of course, it didn’t help matters to see Kogure leaning closer to Tezuka as the Seigaku leader leaned over him to oversee their progress, their faces subtly inclined towards the other.
He also noted the sullen looks the second Seigaku spy was giving Youhei but whilst his heart went out to the poor man, he didn’t have the time to offer Kaidoh his sympathies. Not when he was occupied with studying how inappropriately close Tezuka was to Kogure and oh-my-god was that his hand on Kogure’s back? And shit. Kogure did not just reach up to tuck Tezuka’s hair behind his ear.
Mitsui leaned back, horrorstruck by the sight of his second-in-command and the Seigaku leader making overt sexual overtures to each other, yet unable to bring himself to look away. As he watched the scene unfold, Kogure flicked his brown eyes back to look at Mitsui and shot the poor weapons expert a languid smile; his hands reaching out to clasp Tezuka by the bicep.
Kaidoh observed the Shohoku member watching Tezuka and Kogure. There was something brewing there but that mattered little to him. Not when he was itching to deck that Youhei Mito in the jaw for that indulgent way he was staring at Inui. And what was Inui thinking, openly flirting with Youhei that way? He knew Kaidoh hated sharing.
Unbeknownst to them all was that Ryouta was hovering near the doorway, beer in hand and a smirk on his face as he watched Kaidoh watching Inui and Youhei and Mitsui mooning after Kogure. As he finished his drink, Ryouta sent yet another prayer heavenward on how lucky he was that he was straight.
--
It would be fucking fantastic to be love's bitch, Mitsui thought, if it meant he'd at least get a good screw once in a while. Or, hell, even a blowjob would be nice. It's not like he was fussy.
And Kogure sure as fuck wasn't.
"... and he had the nerve to tell me he didn't want to fuck me," Mitsui proclaimed out loud. "I see him every. single. fucking. weekend here -- just where yer sitting -- looking like he's waiting for daddy to pick him up."
Somewhere in a dry corner of his alcohol-sodden mind, the last of his rationality made a brave attempt to point out that it wasn't a very good idea to spill his guts to a stranger. Mitsui told it to shut the fuck up and drink another vodka.
"Kogure looks so fucking proper, too. All suited-up and lawyer-like. Who knew he was fucking half the men in Kanagawa and Tokyo? Shit, probably the entire country."
The man next to him made a vaguely sympathetic noise, edging away from Mitsui's gesticulating hands and the sloshing liquid in his glass. Mitsui clapped him on the back, setting down the glass with a thump that made the counter rattle.
"Guess he did enjoy his old job," Mitsui brooded. "He was a whore, you know. Surprised Akagi let him get away with it-- fuck, d'you think he slept his way to the top?"
"Ah, I'm sure he's better than that, er, what did you say your name was...?"
"Mitsui fucking Hisashi. And don't you forget it," Mitsui said, and promptly passed out.
----
"Hey, hey, do you believe in werewolves?"
"... what."
"It's a full moon! So pretty! Ne, Kiyota?"
"Leave me alone, you freak. Go back to sleep."
Jiroh grinned disarmingly at Kiyota. "Grum~py. Did someone walk in on our bosses fucking again~?"
"Shut up, Akutagawa, or I'll ram this gun up your-- you know what, forget it." Kiyota looked nauseated. "I'm gonna go away now."
"You can't, sorry. What Atobe says, you do. But I can kill you, if you like."
"No."
Not far from them, Maki twitched and made a mental note to send Kiyota and Jiroh to boot camp. Noisy bastards. That Kainan didn't actually have a boot camp was merely an oversight that could be corrected easily.
Maki briefly pondered the possibility of a Kainan/Hyotei training camp, then ditched it as a recipe for disaster -- half the idiots acted like teenage girls sparkling over their first crush, and the other half would like nothing better than to cut down the chances of anyone actually surviving the camp.
Beside him, Atobe was poised like a cat, watching the Rikkai armory with the anticipation of a hunter. He was without Kabaji for once, his bodyguard-servant having been dispatched to one of the groups striking at Rikkai's other weapons warehouses.
They'd planned this for days, an attack designed to disarm and emasculate Rikkai. A gang without an assured supply of weapons and bullets were sitting ducks, ready to be picked off by an enterprising rival.
Atobe had every intention of seizing the day. And the week, too, when possible.
He sneaked a look at Maki, who had unholstered his gun in anticipation of the attack. Ah, a Smith & Wesson .50-caliber Magnum. A big gun for a big man, and Maki was a very good display for its strength.
Maki threw him an annoyed look. What?
Instead of replying, Atobe licked his lips. Mmm.
The only response from Maki was a growl, but Atobe wasn't put off. There was a time for everything, and now was the time to kill.
The clock struck midnight, and they moved forward.
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Kogure was hot and tight, and loved Tezuka's harsh angles with an enthusiasm. Tezuka was almost sure to be genuine. There was yet to be a perversion that didn't arouse him, his limits seemingly set only by Tezuka's willingness.
He also looked good naked and bent over Tezuka's desk, legs spread apart. Kogure shivered as Tezuka brushed his leather belt, looped over Tezuka's hand, down his spine.
"I am sure that delivering news of an upcoming operation didn't include instructions to distract me with your body, Kogure-san."
"So punish me." Kogure smiled, turning his head slightly to meet Tezuka's eyes. And added, playfully mocking, "Tezuka-sama."
His gasp echoed the crack of the belt against his skin, but it was not a cry of pain.