Of Sharks and Wolves for Feihu!
Title: Of Sharks and Wolves or Yukimura Keeps the Most Interesting Pets.
Author: dark_angel_998
Recipient: feihu
Summary: Yakuza, Sanada/Kite
Ratings: NC-17
Warnings: violence, dub-con, breath play, suicidal tendencies
A single shot rang out in the darkness. Sanada stood, unable to react. The shock was on him before the echo had faded. Before him, his leader, his oyabun, his god among men, crumpled to the ground, a dark flower of crimson blooming from his chest. It was as if in slow motion. He watched his leader fall. His cry split the darkness even as the swift, deadly feet of a fellow hitman rushed towards the lofty height where the shot had been fired from.
“YUKIMURA!!”
His world started up again in sudden swiftness. The others in the Rikkai Group were rushing forward. Sanada was on his knees at the crumpled man’s side, scooping him up, shaking him a little. “Yukimura. Yukimura…” He was desperate. “Seiichi, please…” He felt like he was falling.
He hit the ground with a loud thud taking the tangle of blankets with him. In the darkness of his room, he could see the clock. It was going on midnight. He frowned darkly. It had been a week. It had been a full week since some assassin had tried to kill Yukimura. It had been a week since Sanada had shut himself into his room to prepare.
Everything was ready. He had his final poem written out. He had been considering asking for a second but realized that he didn’t deserve the swift mercy of a beheading. No. When he disemboweled himself for failing his oyabun, Sanada wanted to be certain he suffered.
He just didn’t know why he hadn’t done it yet. It spoke of cowardice on his part. He considered it again. Rising from the floor, he went to his small sword stand. Lightly, his fingers went over the sheath of his katana. He knew he shouldn’t touch it. He wasn’t worthy. His hand gravitated towards the smallest blade in the set. The knife had already been prepared. It had been waiting for him for a week now.
Sanada supposed it was time. He had put it off long enough. Locked in his room, he hoped he’d make a decent corpse to make up for the fact that he had failed to protect his boss and the man who had given him a place, a cause, a reason for being.
Sanada took his final poem and placed it before him. He knelt on the floor and pulled his shirt off. Quietly, he turned the knife towards his stomach and took a deep breath. Just one slow push and it would be over.
He started to press the knife into his side.
The door burst open. He looked up to see a dark form going back to two feet from where he had kicked it down. The silhouette in the hall was unmistakable. Kite. Of all the people Sanada did not want to see, Kite was number one on his list. He frowned that the Okinawan was going to be the last face he saw. His hand on the knife stilled, tip still barely piercing his skin.
Kite looked to the man a moment and scowled. His glasses flashed in the light from the hallway. Then he was inside. Sanada had never seen the man move so fast. Before he could say anything, a darkly tanned hand rested on his wrist, grip tight and painful.
“Sanada…” Kite’s voice was the same as it always was. A little hard, a little grim, and full of that strange exotic accent that reminded Sanada of tropical islands and venomous snakes. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He growled and his hand moved, snapping Sanada’s wrist slightly in order to take the dagger from him and throw it across the room. Sanada saw it burry in a far wall.
“I’m making amends for my failure.” He stated, not feeling intimidated at all by the man looming over him. Kite was dark and he was dangerous, but Sanada had already made his decision. Had he been in any other state, Sanada would surely have grabbed his katana and cut the hitman and former head of Higa down where he stood for daring to grab him and stop him from committing seppuku. But right now, he was trying to stand to go and get his knife.
“Isn’t that how it’s supposed to work? Failure gets punished. The ultimate failure deserves the ultimate act.” He stated, surprised that his voice hadn’t wavered. He felt hoarse, like he had been screaming. His eyes darted to the door. No one else was awake it seemed.
That strong hand didn’t leave his wrist quite yet. He followed it up tanned arms to Kite’s face. In the dim light coming from the hallway of the Rikkai headquarters, his glasses seemed to flash. “You’re an idiot. Let Yukimura decide your punishment. He’s going to live. The money Yukimura spent sending Yagyuu to medical school paid off. If you hadn’t spent the last week locked in here with your head up your ass, you’d know that.”
Immediately, Sanada shrugged off the hand and stood from the floor with a renewed since of vigor and a deeper since of guilt. He had missed Yukimura coming home then? That didn’t matter. The fact was that Yukimura was all right. He was going to make it. His boss was going to make it and Sanada needed to be there. He needed to be at his oyabun’s side in the recovery room. He was Yukimura’s sword. He was Yukimura’s shield. Surely, surely, the man needed him. Perhaps if he bowed low enough he could keep his life for failing to stop the bullet.
“And where do you think you’re going in the dead of the night.” Kite agilely moved into his way. He stood squarely in front of the man, arms crossed.
It seemed that Kite was always in the way. He had been so ever since Yukimura had decided to bring the Higa into the Family. Sanada had never really seen the appeal. He understood Higa’s strength was in their ruthless willingness to do whatever it took to get the job done. He also knew that the man before him was the single most deadly hitman to ever come from backwards, tropical Okinawa. But that didn’t mean that Yukimura should replace Sanada with him.
“Move.” He demanded, pushing his way towards the broken door. Kite was a smaller man than he was, but he was sturdy. He wouldn’t budge. Sanada gritted his teeth. He knew he couldn’t just attack this man. Yukimura would be displeased with him if he hurt Yukimura’s dark plaything. This fact actually made it worse. He could forgive Kite many things but he would never ever forgive the fact that the tanned man had taken his spot. Somehow, Yukimura had decided that Kite was the better choice for a lover than he. He, who would do anything Yukimura asked without question or hesitation, who would kill himself if commanded, had been replaced by this cold, brutal sociopath who questioned Yukimura’s every move, mocked his commands, and was surely biding his time until the day he could stab the Boss in the back. “He needs me.”
Kite uncrossed his arms and looked up at Sanada in challenge. “Finally you find reason. Of course he needs you.” Sanada thought he heard a small bit of jealousy in Kite’s voice, echoing his own inner feelings towards the former Higa Boss. “He needs you to pull yourself together and do what’s best for Rikkai.” Sanada scowled and was about to tell the other man he was but Kite was pressing on. “And right now, that’s being a leader. It’s been a week and you’ve been in your little cave, hiding from whatever shame you think you have. In that time, you’ve got a lot of morons that are falling apart because their dear Oyabun happened to get himself shot.”
Sanada saw red for a moment. How dare Kite make it sound like it was Yukimura’s fault some sniper shot him. As the head of a powerful Yakuza clan, assassins were always after him. This one had just been luckier than others. And how dare he mock Sanada’s devotion to his leader. He swung, temper taking over for the moment. Only Kite wasn’t there anymore. Kite danced around his swing like it was nothing. Kite grabbed his arm and quickly turned it, and him. He set a shoulder into his back and shoved him up against the nearest wall. Sanada went with him, surprised by the strength of the shorter man. His arm was pinned behind his back at a painful angle and Kite’s smaller body pressed further against his back.
Strange. Only one year ago, the Okinawan had been so easy to capture for Yukimura. When the Oyabun had asked for Sanada to bring him Kite; he had not only been able to subdue him but while he was unconscious, he had managed to tie him up. He could still remember how nice those ropes had looked around that compact frame. He could still picture that lovely red against deep tan. Kite had looked good at his mercy. And he had managed to so easily. Kite had crumpled like broken glass at the first hit.
So, how was it that Kite could so easily defend and even over power him now…unless.
Realization dawned on Sanada. Back then, the man had wanted to get caught. He had let Sanada overtake him. He had allowed himself to be bound. It cut his pride terribly.
Kite’s exotic voice was in his ear and he felt it cut him even more deeply. “That’s not helping. Calm your temper. We need a level head right now. Without Seiichi to guide them, your precious family is on the verge of shattering. And it’s only been a week. Tsk.” He heard the clicking of Kite’s tongue over the rhythmic beating of his own heart. “Niou’s on Tumblr when he should be hacking to track the assassin. Kirihara is convinced it’s the Seigaku Police Force behind it and had been planning to storm the Seishun Police Station by himself. He’ll probably do it by Monday if Yanagi doesn’t kill him. Which he might because that little war Kirihara wants to start might put his little conflict of interests into danger.” Kite had often voiced his disapproval of their tactician’s little love affair with the police’s nerdy forensic scientist. “Marui is binge eating. Jackal is about to burn this place down.” He pressed harder against Sanada’s back. He felt teeth graze his neck. It sent a tingle down his spine. He ignored it. “Need I go on?”
Instead of paying attention to the small tingle, Sanada started to struggle a little. He was not going to let himself get pinned without a fight. His arm jerked harder; any more of that and it would break. Kite’s weight lay harder against him. He could feel a powerfully muscled thigh press between his, to try and force his stillness. It brushed against his crotch and he felt a sudden pleasure followed by deep shame when his body reacted to it. “I’m doing all I can not to just kill every last moron in Rikkai. You have no idea how hard it is…” He felt a small movement against his back. Sanada frowned. There was stiffness against the swell of his ass that he hadn’t felt before. “I was this close to shooting Shinta in the face… I still might. He’s useless.” Kite’s voice was a little darker than usual. His frustration was almost palatable.
“If I had known Rikkai was so weak, I would never have thrown in my lot with you. I should just take this chance and kill you all.” Kite’s voice was breathy and dark in his ear. It dripped with deadly intent. It was also laced with quite pleasure at the idea of the kill. He hadn’t been imaging things. The Okinawan was indeed hard against him. It was one of those things he’d noticed. Killing and blood seemed to get Kite off as much as power and authority did. Sanada thought it was pretty fucked up really and that was coming from a man that found a deep perverse pleasure in beating people to death and cutting them into tiny bits with a katana for the glory of Rikkai and Yukimura.
“Without a strong, capable hand to guide them, they’re amateur hour. I’ve half a mind to just take what I want. Rikkai is weak and Higa is entrenched. We could take you out now and no one would be able to stop us. You’d be calling me Boss and praying I throw you a nice bone every now and then.”
Sanada growled a little, ignoring the way his body was heating up from the contact. He had known. He had known Kite wasn’t to be trusted. Seiichi had been conned into believing that Kite had lost his fangs when he had fallen in with Rikkai and into Yukimura’s bed. Sanada had known better. He had always known. Kite smelled blood in the water and he was preparing for a feast. Once a shark, always a shark. He wasn’t going to let that happen. He was second in command even if he had lost position as a lover. He was still boss after Yukimura. He snarled a little more. “The hell you will!”
The pain was intense. His arm felt like it was ripped out of the socket. He heard the loud, stomach churning popping sound. But then he was turning and his other hand was connecting. His punch was hard enough to knock Kite backwards. His right arm dangled uselessly at his side, dislocated. He knew he didn’t dare stand there and enjoy the sight of Kite’s face, where he had struck him. However, Sanada couldn’t help but smirk.
Kite raised a hand to his face. Blood dropped from the corner of his lip. Sanada was certain it was going to bruise nicely. He felt proud to be able to put marks on such tanned skin. Sanada thought that he wanted to put even more marks all over the man. But Kite was smirking at him as he spit a little blood on his nice clean floor. “Oh…” Kite was circling him slowly, his feet starting the small tell tale sway that meant he was going to be in for a hell of a fight. Sanada welcomed it. “Has the whipped dog finally remembered he’s a wolf? A little too late for that, don’t you think?” Kite’s back foot slid back just a step.
“He can’t even trust you to do what you have to do to keep order while he’s gone. Instead, you sit in here and morn him like he’s already dead. You whimper and scream his name in your sleep. You would throw your life away without a second thought. He doesn’t need you. His right arm is useless. It makes me sick.”
Sanada should have seen it coming. The kick came so quickly, he couldn’t defend against it. The hitman was as much an accomplished martial artist as Sanada was. He’d seen the man break bricks with his bare hands. He knew Kite had kicked open his door without much of an effort at all. The kick hit him square in the shoulder and he heard another sickening crack. The pain made him double over, knees almost hitting the ground. He nearly vomited but it was only a dry heave as he hadn’t eaten in days.
He didn’t have much time to react. Kite was on him in an instant. Strong fingers tangled hard into his short black hair. He pulled Sanada’s head back hard enough to give him whiplash. “Look at you. Seiichi is in this hospital and you can’t even pull yourself together long enough to keep things together for him until he’s back.” Kite loomed over him, face mere inches from his, snarling into his face. “He’s not dead yet. Seiichi is strong. He’s the strongest man I know. And you do him a discredit. Believe in him and don’t let him come back to nothing. If you don’t pull yourself together, I’m going to take it all away from you. All of it. Rikkai needs a boss and I happen to be one.”
This close, he could smell the blood dripping from Kite’s split lip. He could see the fury in his eyes. Sanada could feel that strange tightening in his pants that he felt whenever Yukimura had overpowered him. The same feeling he knew Kite was well aware of. But Kite was not Yukimura… Despite the hand in his hair, he moved his head back and then forward. Forehead smashed against forehead and Kite stumbled backwards and fell.
The man hit the ground, glasses askew. This time Sanada didn’t brother to look at his handiwork. He had learned already. Give Kite an inch… Maybe he’d give him a good 9 inches… Sanada smirked and immediately moved. He moved to grab the stunned man. Just as Kite had, he took the man by the hair. Messing up that ridiculous hairstyle made him feel like he was the winner. Kneeing Kite in the solar plexus made him feel even better.
He heard air rush out of the man but didn’t have time for a feeling of victory. One second he was standing there and the next, his legs were getting swept out from under him. He’d forgotten that Kite was a ground fighter as well. There wasn’t an area where the man wasn’t deadly. Sanada reacted by letting himself fall. He was confident in his personal strength. Kite might possess all the bujutsu skills in the world, but there was no way he would ever win a wrestling match against the likes of him.
The man did try though. He had to give it to Kite. Kite wasn’t going to go down without a fight. He struggled hard, kneeing him hard enough in the kidneys that he was certain he’d be pissing blood. Landing blows to his head and chest even as he traded them back. It was almost liberating to roll about on the floor like this, trading punches and kicks. This, he was good at. He could almost feel his stress and guilt over Yukimura’s injury evaporating in the heat of battle and the smell of blood.
It took him mere seconds to realize that his right arm, though it hurt like hell, was working again. Kite’s kick had relocated it. That didn’t matter. What did was that this interloper, this islander, was telling him off and acting so damn high and mighty. He needed to put Kite in his place, just as Yukimura had.
Kite felt good under him. He found he enjoyed that hard compact body and the smell of blood. The way the man struggled was appealing too. He could see now why Yukimura had taken the man to his bed. He rested an arm against Kite’s windpipe, choking him, even as he took another blow to the head. Kite wasn’t the only one that played dirty and without Yukimura around to scold him; Sanada could happily do whatever he felt like. He could hear the man struggling to breathe. The blow went weaker until he could see dark eyes almost rolling back and Kite’s arms dropped to his sides. He let up just slightly and he could hear a desperate gasp for air.
He looked down at the now somewhat subdued man. “You think I’m just going to stand there and let you betray Yukimura like that? You aren’t a boss. You’ll never BE a boss. You’re just a killer and you should know your place.” He wedged his knees between Kite’s forcing them to open for him. When he lay heavily against the man, he groaned a little. The stiffness in his pants pressed the tent in Kite’s. It seemed that choking the man hadn’t done anything to dissuade him.
“I allow you here because Yukimura wanted a nice new toy. You’re his pet psycho…and now… You’re mine.” Unconsciously, he pressed his hips hard against Kite’s. Sanada shifted his hips against Kite’s for a long moment, enjoying the friction and heard a breathless groan in response. “And unlike Seiichi, I’m not amused by your insubordinance. Men like you get punished.” He leaned heavier on Kite’s throat and reveled in that wheezing noise and the sight of lips going slightly pale. He wanted to take them. Those lips were tempting but he couldn’t. To do so would betray Yukimura.
But Yukimura was somewhere in this hospital and Sanada was certain the man would understand. His oyabun would agree that this had to be done. It was the only way to keep Kite in line. It had nothing to do with the smell of blood or the press of bodies or the mutual arousal gained from shared violence. It had nothing to do with how good Kite felt underneath him.
Sanada tilted his head in. His tongue slid across full lips to lick the trail of blood from the corner of Kite’s mouth. As he did, he pressed further on Kite’s throat, making him part his lips to get in much needed air. He took advantage, invading the man’s mouth hungrily. He’d never dare do this to Yukimura. But Kite, he could take what he wanted when he wanted it. He could devour this man without a second thought. He pulled back, licking his lips to look over his captive.
Kite’s eyes were glazed from lack of oxygen. His lips were parted, wet from blood and saliva. Sanada was willing to bet that that smart mouth was very skilled at sucking cock. Yukimura wouldn’t keep taking the man to bed otherwise. He was already shifting upright, planting his heavy weight onto Kite’s chest. He could feel lungs struggling. He wondered how much more the man could take before he blacked out.
He hoped to keep his weight on Kite enough that he could let go of his neck a moment. He started to undo his sleeping pants, loosening the drawstring and pulling his cock out. Kite’s eye went a little wide behind glasses and Sanada smirked before shifting up a little more so he was sitting on Kite’s shoulders, cock mere inches away from that mouth. He reached forward with his other hand and grabbed Kite’s jaw hard, forcing it open. The next moment, he was thrusting himself into that mouth. “What? No smart words? No insults?” He groaned, hips starting to snap forward. It felt amazing. Since Yukimura had thrown him aside, he had been celibate. No more though.
Once more, his hands went around Kite’s throat. He could feel the muscles as the man tried to accommodate his length. He could hear those little wheezes. It made him harder. He groaned more when he felt a tongue press against him and felt a slight suction. It seemed Kite understood now who was in charge. The movement of the man’s tongue and the convulsions of his throat urged Sanada on harder. He felt strong legs moving slowly behind him. He was so lost in the pleasure of fucking Kite’s face that he missed the sudden dark glint in the man’s eyes. His moan was cut off suddenly by a pair of calves wrapping around his neck and hauling him backwards.
Sanada’s back hit the ground, erection still standing hard and moist from being in Kite’s mouth. Calves tightened and Kite sat up. He rubbed his jaw a little. Though he had been choked, he didn’t seem out of breath at all. “You made three mistakes, Sanada. Shall I tell you them?” His own airway was being closed off as Kite shifted and he felt a calloused hand around his hardness. “One: I’ve always been very flexible.” The hand on Sanada’s cock tightened to a painful degree. Instead of turning him off, the brutality only made Sanada want more. It made him want to test just how flexible the man was. He was willing to bet he could tie the man in all sorts of positions, if he could ever get out of the leg lock he was in. His hands went, clutching at Kite’s legs, trying to force him to let off his neck, but the man was still speaking.
“Two: I am from the islands and regularly dived without gear.” That explained why Kite hadn’t been out of breath. All the struggling to breathe had been an act. Sanada’s own struggle for air wasn’t one though. However, he couldn’t even consider his light head when that hand on his dick was starting to move, palming his hardness with demanding flicks of the wrist. “And lastly, when we fuck, it will be because I want it. Because I allow it.” When; not if. He registered that in his now cloudy brain. His vision was going black around the edges, but the pleasure his felt from Kite’s hand was more than enough to keep him conscious.
He was so close. So so close. He arched into the hand and it stopped completely. Sanada made a sound of desperate need. It was barely audible. How had Kite managed to keep his breath that long?! “Have I made myself clear?” Sanada desperately needed air and he needed to come even more than that. His hips shifted but he found no relief. Kite’s grip was far too tight. “Tell me you understand.” Kite demanded.
Sanada’s body started to shake from the pain of a denied orgasm as well as lack of oxygen. He opened his lips to croak words that normally would damage his pride deeply.”Yes…sir.” It didn’t. It didn’t because this was just like what it had been like when he had been with Yukimura. He felt overpowered. Subjugated. It was terrifying and thrilling. Even more so because he knew that Kite wasn’t Yukimura. He was an equal and could have such things and more done back to him.
Kite smiled just slightly and Sanada felt as if he might have just sold his remaining soul to the devil. He didn’t care. The hand was moving again and suddenly, suddenly, he could breathe. Legs had been removed from his neck. The sudden movement and the rich feeling of air hitting his lungs, making his head spin was more than enough. He cried out and spilled into Kite’s hand.
After, he lay there panting, taking in gasps of air while the hitman shifted away. Kite slowly stood, licking his hand off as if nothing had happened. “Now, be a good Second in Command and do your pants up and get out of this room and kick your family back into functioning.” He pointed out towards the hall.
Sanada numbly nodded, still reeling. He started for the door and paused to see Kite walking over to the wall to pull out the knife. “And Sanada…if I ever catch you trying to off yourself again without Seiichi’s express orders, I’ll make sure you wish you were faster at it. Now get going. Sooner you get their shit together, the sooner you can find me. Do it good enough and I’ll even let you stick it in my ass.” Kite turned his back on Sanada to give the man a nice view of that fine rear. That was more than motivation enough.
Sanada quickly left, bellowing into the hallways for the Family to “Get the Hell up, we’re having a meeting. NOW!”
Kite watched him go and fished a phone out of his pocket. “It’s done. You were right about him. And I doubt he’ll try it again.”
“Good. I knew I could trust you to do what needed done.” Seiichi’s voice was weak, but Kite could still feel that there was steel behind it. “I almost wished you’d have let him fuck you. I know he’d be able to satisfy you until I can get back and it would have been far more interesting to listen to.” Kite just shook his head a little. He had been surprised that the damn phone hadn’t hung up when they had been fighting. But it was good that he had given the Oyabun some sort of entertainment while he was in recovery at the hospital. “Though next time, Eishirou, put me on speaker phone. I want to order you both around.”
Kite groaned a little and shifted, reminded that he hadn’t remotely gotten off yet. “Sounds wonderful. I’ll call you back soon then.”
He heard Yukimura laugh on the other end of the line. “Yes do. And don’t you dare touch yourself until then. That’s an order.”
The words made Kite groan more. He gritted his teeth. “Yes sir…”
That brought another darkly delighted laugh from the boss of Rikkai. “Good boy. I’m sure you know what you need to do now. Now I must be hanging up. Do call soon as you can.” There was a click and a dial tone. Kite shifted his pants a little and took a steadying breath. Turning, he followed Sanada’s path towards the Meeting Room. Things were about to go down and he didn’t want to miss it for anything. Not when he had a nice reward waiting for him once it was over.
Author: dark_angel_998
Recipient: feihu
Summary: Yakuza, Sanada/Kite
Ratings: NC-17
Warnings: violence, dub-con, breath play, suicidal tendencies
A single shot rang out in the darkness. Sanada stood, unable to react. The shock was on him before the echo had faded. Before him, his leader, his oyabun, his god among men, crumpled to the ground, a dark flower of crimson blooming from his chest. It was as if in slow motion. He watched his leader fall. His cry split the darkness even as the swift, deadly feet of a fellow hitman rushed towards the lofty height where the shot had been fired from.
“YUKIMURA!!”
His world started up again in sudden swiftness. The others in the Rikkai Group were rushing forward. Sanada was on his knees at the crumpled man’s side, scooping him up, shaking him a little. “Yukimura. Yukimura…” He was desperate. “Seiichi, please…” He felt like he was falling.
He hit the ground with a loud thud taking the tangle of blankets with him. In the darkness of his room, he could see the clock. It was going on midnight. He frowned darkly. It had been a week. It had been a full week since some assassin had tried to kill Yukimura. It had been a week since Sanada had shut himself into his room to prepare.
Everything was ready. He had his final poem written out. He had been considering asking for a second but realized that he didn’t deserve the swift mercy of a beheading. No. When he disemboweled himself for failing his oyabun, Sanada wanted to be certain he suffered.
He just didn’t know why he hadn’t done it yet. It spoke of cowardice on his part. He considered it again. Rising from the floor, he went to his small sword stand. Lightly, his fingers went over the sheath of his katana. He knew he shouldn’t touch it. He wasn’t worthy. His hand gravitated towards the smallest blade in the set. The knife had already been prepared. It had been waiting for him for a week now.
Sanada supposed it was time. He had put it off long enough. Locked in his room, he hoped he’d make a decent corpse to make up for the fact that he had failed to protect his boss and the man who had given him a place, a cause, a reason for being.
Sanada took his final poem and placed it before him. He knelt on the floor and pulled his shirt off. Quietly, he turned the knife towards his stomach and took a deep breath. Just one slow push and it would be over.
He started to press the knife into his side.
The door burst open. He looked up to see a dark form going back to two feet from where he had kicked it down. The silhouette in the hall was unmistakable. Kite. Of all the people Sanada did not want to see, Kite was number one on his list. He frowned that the Okinawan was going to be the last face he saw. His hand on the knife stilled, tip still barely piercing his skin.
Kite looked to the man a moment and scowled. His glasses flashed in the light from the hallway. Then he was inside. Sanada had never seen the man move so fast. Before he could say anything, a darkly tanned hand rested on his wrist, grip tight and painful.
“Sanada…” Kite’s voice was the same as it always was. A little hard, a little grim, and full of that strange exotic accent that reminded Sanada of tropical islands and venomous snakes. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He growled and his hand moved, snapping Sanada’s wrist slightly in order to take the dagger from him and throw it across the room. Sanada saw it burry in a far wall.
“I’m making amends for my failure.” He stated, not feeling intimidated at all by the man looming over him. Kite was dark and he was dangerous, but Sanada had already made his decision. Had he been in any other state, Sanada would surely have grabbed his katana and cut the hitman and former head of Higa down where he stood for daring to grab him and stop him from committing seppuku. But right now, he was trying to stand to go and get his knife.
“Isn’t that how it’s supposed to work? Failure gets punished. The ultimate failure deserves the ultimate act.” He stated, surprised that his voice hadn’t wavered. He felt hoarse, like he had been screaming. His eyes darted to the door. No one else was awake it seemed.
That strong hand didn’t leave his wrist quite yet. He followed it up tanned arms to Kite’s face. In the dim light coming from the hallway of the Rikkai headquarters, his glasses seemed to flash. “You’re an idiot. Let Yukimura decide your punishment. He’s going to live. The money Yukimura spent sending Yagyuu to medical school paid off. If you hadn’t spent the last week locked in here with your head up your ass, you’d know that.”
Immediately, Sanada shrugged off the hand and stood from the floor with a renewed since of vigor and a deeper since of guilt. He had missed Yukimura coming home then? That didn’t matter. The fact was that Yukimura was all right. He was going to make it. His boss was going to make it and Sanada needed to be there. He needed to be at his oyabun’s side in the recovery room. He was Yukimura’s sword. He was Yukimura’s shield. Surely, surely, the man needed him. Perhaps if he bowed low enough he could keep his life for failing to stop the bullet.
“And where do you think you’re going in the dead of the night.” Kite agilely moved into his way. He stood squarely in front of the man, arms crossed.
It seemed that Kite was always in the way. He had been so ever since Yukimura had decided to bring the Higa into the Family. Sanada had never really seen the appeal. He understood Higa’s strength was in their ruthless willingness to do whatever it took to get the job done. He also knew that the man before him was the single most deadly hitman to ever come from backwards, tropical Okinawa. But that didn’t mean that Yukimura should replace Sanada with him.
“Move.” He demanded, pushing his way towards the broken door. Kite was a smaller man than he was, but he was sturdy. He wouldn’t budge. Sanada gritted his teeth. He knew he couldn’t just attack this man. Yukimura would be displeased with him if he hurt Yukimura’s dark plaything. This fact actually made it worse. He could forgive Kite many things but he would never ever forgive the fact that the tanned man had taken his spot. Somehow, Yukimura had decided that Kite was the better choice for a lover than he. He, who would do anything Yukimura asked without question or hesitation, who would kill himself if commanded, had been replaced by this cold, brutal sociopath who questioned Yukimura’s every move, mocked his commands, and was surely biding his time until the day he could stab the Boss in the back. “He needs me.”
Kite uncrossed his arms and looked up at Sanada in challenge. “Finally you find reason. Of course he needs you.” Sanada thought he heard a small bit of jealousy in Kite’s voice, echoing his own inner feelings towards the former Higa Boss. “He needs you to pull yourself together and do what’s best for Rikkai.” Sanada scowled and was about to tell the other man he was but Kite was pressing on. “And right now, that’s being a leader. It’s been a week and you’ve been in your little cave, hiding from whatever shame you think you have. In that time, you’ve got a lot of morons that are falling apart because their dear Oyabun happened to get himself shot.”
Sanada saw red for a moment. How dare Kite make it sound like it was Yukimura’s fault some sniper shot him. As the head of a powerful Yakuza clan, assassins were always after him. This one had just been luckier than others. And how dare he mock Sanada’s devotion to his leader. He swung, temper taking over for the moment. Only Kite wasn’t there anymore. Kite danced around his swing like it was nothing. Kite grabbed his arm and quickly turned it, and him. He set a shoulder into his back and shoved him up against the nearest wall. Sanada went with him, surprised by the strength of the shorter man. His arm was pinned behind his back at a painful angle and Kite’s smaller body pressed further against his back.
Strange. Only one year ago, the Okinawan had been so easy to capture for Yukimura. When the Oyabun had asked for Sanada to bring him Kite; he had not only been able to subdue him but while he was unconscious, he had managed to tie him up. He could still remember how nice those ropes had looked around that compact frame. He could still picture that lovely red against deep tan. Kite had looked good at his mercy. And he had managed to so easily. Kite had crumpled like broken glass at the first hit.
So, how was it that Kite could so easily defend and even over power him now…unless.
Realization dawned on Sanada. Back then, the man had wanted to get caught. He had let Sanada overtake him. He had allowed himself to be bound. It cut his pride terribly.
Kite’s exotic voice was in his ear and he felt it cut him even more deeply. “That’s not helping. Calm your temper. We need a level head right now. Without Seiichi to guide them, your precious family is on the verge of shattering. And it’s only been a week. Tsk.” He heard the clicking of Kite’s tongue over the rhythmic beating of his own heart. “Niou’s on Tumblr when he should be hacking to track the assassin. Kirihara is convinced it’s the Seigaku Police Force behind it and had been planning to storm the Seishun Police Station by himself. He’ll probably do it by Monday if Yanagi doesn’t kill him. Which he might because that little war Kirihara wants to start might put his little conflict of interests into danger.” Kite had often voiced his disapproval of their tactician’s little love affair with the police’s nerdy forensic scientist. “Marui is binge eating. Jackal is about to burn this place down.” He pressed harder against Sanada’s back. He felt teeth graze his neck. It sent a tingle down his spine. He ignored it. “Need I go on?”
Instead of paying attention to the small tingle, Sanada started to struggle a little. He was not going to let himself get pinned without a fight. His arm jerked harder; any more of that and it would break. Kite’s weight lay harder against him. He could feel a powerfully muscled thigh press between his, to try and force his stillness. It brushed against his crotch and he felt a sudden pleasure followed by deep shame when his body reacted to it. “I’m doing all I can not to just kill every last moron in Rikkai. You have no idea how hard it is…” He felt a small movement against his back. Sanada frowned. There was stiffness against the swell of his ass that he hadn’t felt before. “I was this close to shooting Shinta in the face… I still might. He’s useless.” Kite’s voice was a little darker than usual. His frustration was almost palatable.
“If I had known Rikkai was so weak, I would never have thrown in my lot with you. I should just take this chance and kill you all.” Kite’s voice was breathy and dark in his ear. It dripped with deadly intent. It was also laced with quite pleasure at the idea of the kill. He hadn’t been imaging things. The Okinawan was indeed hard against him. It was one of those things he’d noticed. Killing and blood seemed to get Kite off as much as power and authority did. Sanada thought it was pretty fucked up really and that was coming from a man that found a deep perverse pleasure in beating people to death and cutting them into tiny bits with a katana for the glory of Rikkai and Yukimura.
“Without a strong, capable hand to guide them, they’re amateur hour. I’ve half a mind to just take what I want. Rikkai is weak and Higa is entrenched. We could take you out now and no one would be able to stop us. You’d be calling me Boss and praying I throw you a nice bone every now and then.”
Sanada growled a little, ignoring the way his body was heating up from the contact. He had known. He had known Kite wasn’t to be trusted. Seiichi had been conned into believing that Kite had lost his fangs when he had fallen in with Rikkai and into Yukimura’s bed. Sanada had known better. He had always known. Kite smelled blood in the water and he was preparing for a feast. Once a shark, always a shark. He wasn’t going to let that happen. He was second in command even if he had lost position as a lover. He was still boss after Yukimura. He snarled a little more. “The hell you will!”
The pain was intense. His arm felt like it was ripped out of the socket. He heard the loud, stomach churning popping sound. But then he was turning and his other hand was connecting. His punch was hard enough to knock Kite backwards. His right arm dangled uselessly at his side, dislocated. He knew he didn’t dare stand there and enjoy the sight of Kite’s face, where he had struck him. However, Sanada couldn’t help but smirk.
Kite raised a hand to his face. Blood dropped from the corner of his lip. Sanada was certain it was going to bruise nicely. He felt proud to be able to put marks on such tanned skin. Sanada thought that he wanted to put even more marks all over the man. But Kite was smirking at him as he spit a little blood on his nice clean floor. “Oh…” Kite was circling him slowly, his feet starting the small tell tale sway that meant he was going to be in for a hell of a fight. Sanada welcomed it. “Has the whipped dog finally remembered he’s a wolf? A little too late for that, don’t you think?” Kite’s back foot slid back just a step.
“He can’t even trust you to do what you have to do to keep order while he’s gone. Instead, you sit in here and morn him like he’s already dead. You whimper and scream his name in your sleep. You would throw your life away without a second thought. He doesn’t need you. His right arm is useless. It makes me sick.”
Sanada should have seen it coming. The kick came so quickly, he couldn’t defend against it. The hitman was as much an accomplished martial artist as Sanada was. He’d seen the man break bricks with his bare hands. He knew Kite had kicked open his door without much of an effort at all. The kick hit him square in the shoulder and he heard another sickening crack. The pain made him double over, knees almost hitting the ground. He nearly vomited but it was only a dry heave as he hadn’t eaten in days.
He didn’t have much time to react. Kite was on him in an instant. Strong fingers tangled hard into his short black hair. He pulled Sanada’s head back hard enough to give him whiplash. “Look at you. Seiichi is in this hospital and you can’t even pull yourself together long enough to keep things together for him until he’s back.” Kite loomed over him, face mere inches from his, snarling into his face. “He’s not dead yet. Seiichi is strong. He’s the strongest man I know. And you do him a discredit. Believe in him and don’t let him come back to nothing. If you don’t pull yourself together, I’m going to take it all away from you. All of it. Rikkai needs a boss and I happen to be one.”
This close, he could smell the blood dripping from Kite’s split lip. He could see the fury in his eyes. Sanada could feel that strange tightening in his pants that he felt whenever Yukimura had overpowered him. The same feeling he knew Kite was well aware of. But Kite was not Yukimura… Despite the hand in his hair, he moved his head back and then forward. Forehead smashed against forehead and Kite stumbled backwards and fell.
The man hit the ground, glasses askew. This time Sanada didn’t brother to look at his handiwork. He had learned already. Give Kite an inch… Maybe he’d give him a good 9 inches… Sanada smirked and immediately moved. He moved to grab the stunned man. Just as Kite had, he took the man by the hair. Messing up that ridiculous hairstyle made him feel like he was the winner. Kneeing Kite in the solar plexus made him feel even better.
He heard air rush out of the man but didn’t have time for a feeling of victory. One second he was standing there and the next, his legs were getting swept out from under him. He’d forgotten that Kite was a ground fighter as well. There wasn’t an area where the man wasn’t deadly. Sanada reacted by letting himself fall. He was confident in his personal strength. Kite might possess all the bujutsu skills in the world, but there was no way he would ever win a wrestling match against the likes of him.
The man did try though. He had to give it to Kite. Kite wasn’t going to go down without a fight. He struggled hard, kneeing him hard enough in the kidneys that he was certain he’d be pissing blood. Landing blows to his head and chest even as he traded them back. It was almost liberating to roll about on the floor like this, trading punches and kicks. This, he was good at. He could almost feel his stress and guilt over Yukimura’s injury evaporating in the heat of battle and the smell of blood.
It took him mere seconds to realize that his right arm, though it hurt like hell, was working again. Kite’s kick had relocated it. That didn’t matter. What did was that this interloper, this islander, was telling him off and acting so damn high and mighty. He needed to put Kite in his place, just as Yukimura had.
Kite felt good under him. He found he enjoyed that hard compact body and the smell of blood. The way the man struggled was appealing too. He could see now why Yukimura had taken the man to his bed. He rested an arm against Kite’s windpipe, choking him, even as he took another blow to the head. Kite wasn’t the only one that played dirty and without Yukimura around to scold him; Sanada could happily do whatever he felt like. He could hear the man struggling to breathe. The blow went weaker until he could see dark eyes almost rolling back and Kite’s arms dropped to his sides. He let up just slightly and he could hear a desperate gasp for air.
He looked down at the now somewhat subdued man. “You think I’m just going to stand there and let you betray Yukimura like that? You aren’t a boss. You’ll never BE a boss. You’re just a killer and you should know your place.” He wedged his knees between Kite’s forcing them to open for him. When he lay heavily against the man, he groaned a little. The stiffness in his pants pressed the tent in Kite’s. It seemed that choking the man hadn’t done anything to dissuade him.
“I allow you here because Yukimura wanted a nice new toy. You’re his pet psycho…and now… You’re mine.” Unconsciously, he pressed his hips hard against Kite’s. Sanada shifted his hips against Kite’s for a long moment, enjoying the friction and heard a breathless groan in response. “And unlike Seiichi, I’m not amused by your insubordinance. Men like you get punished.” He leaned heavier on Kite’s throat and reveled in that wheezing noise and the sight of lips going slightly pale. He wanted to take them. Those lips were tempting but he couldn’t. To do so would betray Yukimura.
But Yukimura was somewhere in this hospital and Sanada was certain the man would understand. His oyabun would agree that this had to be done. It was the only way to keep Kite in line. It had nothing to do with the smell of blood or the press of bodies or the mutual arousal gained from shared violence. It had nothing to do with how good Kite felt underneath him.
Sanada tilted his head in. His tongue slid across full lips to lick the trail of blood from the corner of Kite’s mouth. As he did, he pressed further on Kite’s throat, making him part his lips to get in much needed air. He took advantage, invading the man’s mouth hungrily. He’d never dare do this to Yukimura. But Kite, he could take what he wanted when he wanted it. He could devour this man without a second thought. He pulled back, licking his lips to look over his captive.
Kite’s eyes were glazed from lack of oxygen. His lips were parted, wet from blood and saliva. Sanada was willing to bet that that smart mouth was very skilled at sucking cock. Yukimura wouldn’t keep taking the man to bed otherwise. He was already shifting upright, planting his heavy weight onto Kite’s chest. He could feel lungs struggling. He wondered how much more the man could take before he blacked out.
He hoped to keep his weight on Kite enough that he could let go of his neck a moment. He started to undo his sleeping pants, loosening the drawstring and pulling his cock out. Kite’s eye went a little wide behind glasses and Sanada smirked before shifting up a little more so he was sitting on Kite’s shoulders, cock mere inches away from that mouth. He reached forward with his other hand and grabbed Kite’s jaw hard, forcing it open. The next moment, he was thrusting himself into that mouth. “What? No smart words? No insults?” He groaned, hips starting to snap forward. It felt amazing. Since Yukimura had thrown him aside, he had been celibate. No more though.
Once more, his hands went around Kite’s throat. He could feel the muscles as the man tried to accommodate his length. He could hear those little wheezes. It made him harder. He groaned more when he felt a tongue press against him and felt a slight suction. It seemed Kite understood now who was in charge. The movement of the man’s tongue and the convulsions of his throat urged Sanada on harder. He felt strong legs moving slowly behind him. He was so lost in the pleasure of fucking Kite’s face that he missed the sudden dark glint in the man’s eyes. His moan was cut off suddenly by a pair of calves wrapping around his neck and hauling him backwards.
Sanada’s back hit the ground, erection still standing hard and moist from being in Kite’s mouth. Calves tightened and Kite sat up. He rubbed his jaw a little. Though he had been choked, he didn’t seem out of breath at all. “You made three mistakes, Sanada. Shall I tell you them?” His own airway was being closed off as Kite shifted and he felt a calloused hand around his hardness. “One: I’ve always been very flexible.” The hand on Sanada’s cock tightened to a painful degree. Instead of turning him off, the brutality only made Sanada want more. It made him want to test just how flexible the man was. He was willing to bet he could tie the man in all sorts of positions, if he could ever get out of the leg lock he was in. His hands went, clutching at Kite’s legs, trying to force him to let off his neck, but the man was still speaking.
“Two: I am from the islands and regularly dived without gear.” That explained why Kite hadn’t been out of breath. All the struggling to breathe had been an act. Sanada’s own struggle for air wasn’t one though. However, he couldn’t even consider his light head when that hand on his dick was starting to move, palming his hardness with demanding flicks of the wrist. “And lastly, when we fuck, it will be because I want it. Because I allow it.” When; not if. He registered that in his now cloudy brain. His vision was going black around the edges, but the pleasure his felt from Kite’s hand was more than enough to keep him conscious.
He was so close. So so close. He arched into the hand and it stopped completely. Sanada made a sound of desperate need. It was barely audible. How had Kite managed to keep his breath that long?! “Have I made myself clear?” Sanada desperately needed air and he needed to come even more than that. His hips shifted but he found no relief. Kite’s grip was far too tight. “Tell me you understand.” Kite demanded.
Sanada’s body started to shake from the pain of a denied orgasm as well as lack of oxygen. He opened his lips to croak words that normally would damage his pride deeply.”Yes…sir.” It didn’t. It didn’t because this was just like what it had been like when he had been with Yukimura. He felt overpowered. Subjugated. It was terrifying and thrilling. Even more so because he knew that Kite wasn’t Yukimura. He was an equal and could have such things and more done back to him.
Kite smiled just slightly and Sanada felt as if he might have just sold his remaining soul to the devil. He didn’t care. The hand was moving again and suddenly, suddenly, he could breathe. Legs had been removed from his neck. The sudden movement and the rich feeling of air hitting his lungs, making his head spin was more than enough. He cried out and spilled into Kite’s hand.
After, he lay there panting, taking in gasps of air while the hitman shifted away. Kite slowly stood, licking his hand off as if nothing had happened. “Now, be a good Second in Command and do your pants up and get out of this room and kick your family back into functioning.” He pointed out towards the hall.
Sanada numbly nodded, still reeling. He started for the door and paused to see Kite walking over to the wall to pull out the knife. “And Sanada…if I ever catch you trying to off yourself again without Seiichi’s express orders, I’ll make sure you wish you were faster at it. Now get going. Sooner you get their shit together, the sooner you can find me. Do it good enough and I’ll even let you stick it in my ass.” Kite turned his back on Sanada to give the man a nice view of that fine rear. That was more than motivation enough.
Sanada quickly left, bellowing into the hallways for the Family to “Get the Hell up, we’re having a meeting. NOW!”
Kite watched him go and fished a phone out of his pocket. “It’s done. You were right about him. And I doubt he’ll try it again.”
“Good. I knew I could trust you to do what needed done.” Seiichi’s voice was weak, but Kite could still feel that there was steel behind it. “I almost wished you’d have let him fuck you. I know he’d be able to satisfy you until I can get back and it would have been far more interesting to listen to.” Kite just shook his head a little. He had been surprised that the damn phone hadn’t hung up when they had been fighting. But it was good that he had given the Oyabun some sort of entertainment while he was in recovery at the hospital. “Though next time, Eishirou, put me on speaker phone. I want to order you both around.”
Kite groaned a little and shifted, reminded that he hadn’t remotely gotten off yet. “Sounds wonderful. I’ll call you back soon then.”
He heard Yukimura laugh on the other end of the line. “Yes do. And don’t you dare touch yourself until then. That’s an order.”
The words made Kite groan more. He gritted his teeth. “Yes sir…”
That brought another darkly delighted laugh from the boss of Rikkai. “Good boy. I’m sure you know what you need to do now. Now I must be hanging up. Do call soon as you can.” There was a click and a dial tone. Kite shifted his pants a little and took a steadying breath. Turning, he followed Sanada’s path towards the Meeting Room. Things were about to go down and he didn’t want to miss it for anything. Not when he had a nice reward waiting for him once it was over.