Yakuza King

The Pachinko parlor was filled with the sound of thousands of tiny marble balls coursing through the flashing slot machines, rows and rows of older men wearing pitch black suits and blank expressions lining the room. Hidden in the corner was Yukke, his blonde hair and red framed glasses sticking out like a sore-thumb amongst the 30-something men surrounding him.

"Do you ever get tired of this game?" Tatsurou whispered in Yukke's ear, making the younger man cringe as a few marbles fell to the floor. Tatsurou straightened up and shoved his hands into his pockets, his pinstripe jacket bunching up around his waist.

"What do you want, Iwakami?" Yukke spun around in his chair, staring up at the taller man and crossing his arms. Why does he always have to interrupt? Tatsurou yanked him up by his tie, making the blonde stumble out of his seat and fall to his knees.

"We have a few things we need to discuss. Outside." He smacked Yukke's head, walking down the checkered tile of the aisle, none of the men seated in front of the machines even turning a head at the commotion. Yukke rubbed his neck and pulled himself to his feet, smoothing out his shirt and kicking the door open. He searched around, finding Tatsurou leaning against the alley wall across the street, sighing out as he shoved the gun tucked into the back of his pants down until it was secure.

"I don't have time for this shit, Iwakami. If you're here to collect then you are out of luck, because my boss doesn't have it.You need to stop coming after me when Ishibashi is your ranking." Yukke pulled a cigarette from a crumpled red box, lighting it and taking a long drag before looking up at Tatsurou.

"Ishibashi isn't my taste. I bother you for a reason, Fukuno. You're fun to mess with because you get hot and flustered easily." The dark haired man smirked, reaching out to snatch the cigarette away from Yukke's lips, throwing it to the ground.

"Then why are you here?" Yukke wiped his lips, reaching for the box again as a pair of hands wrapped around his wrists.

"I was bored, and you weren't busy. I have this new gun you see..." Tatsurou was mere inches from Yukke's face, pinning the smaller man against the wall and pulled out an onyx colored handgun, the barrel long and slender.

"What are you doing, Tatsurou?" Yukke's eyes were tearing, and the older man smiled, kissing his lips.

"Just like old times, Yukke. Do you even remember when you were still my shadow? This business has changed you."

"Not everyone can be a Yakuza King like you." Yukke tried to free the hold Tatsurou had on him, the gun running down his stomach and settling between his legs. He whimpered, feeling the pressure of the weapon against his erection.

"I'm hurt. You always used to admire me." He cocked the loaded gun, making Yukke jolt and close his eyes, shaking against his restraints. Tatsurou pressed his lips against the crook in Yukke's neck, licking the throbbing vein that vanished beneath the collar of his shirt.

"I never stopped." The blonde lifted a leg, still scared as he rubbed Tatsurou's sides, shuddering as the tip of the gun slid down and hit his balls. The older man let go of his arms and got to his knees before Yukke, never setting the gun down as he undid the clasp on the man's pants before him, letting them fall as he licked Yukke's white briefs and created a giant wet spot, the younger man's knees weakening. It was only seconds later that Yukke stood fully naked in the alley, stomach now flat against the wall, Tatsurou behind him as he ran the gun along each of the separate columns of his spine.

"I'm going to fuck you with my gun, Yukke. You won't complain, and you can't run away. You hear me?" He hissed in his ear, grinding into him as his cock strained inside his tightening pants, lifting the gun and spitting on it, the saliva glimmering as he slid it between his ass. Yukke moaned weakly, his nails digging into the wall as Tatsurou tickled his entrance and started to work an inch into him.

"This is going to hurt, but you can take it can't you?"

"I can take anything you give me." Yukke cried out, his face pressed into the brick of the wall, his whole body jerking back towards the gun. Tatsurou's eyes grew heavy, his dick twitching as Yukke's back arched out and two more inches buried themselves within the blonde's body.

"You're so beautiful." Tatsurou pulled out the gun until just the tip was inside, the barrel slick as he worked it back in roughly, making Yukke scream and collapse, catching him before he fell and the gun went off. He threw his body into Yukke's as they both hugged the wall, the gun falling to the floor and Tatsurou pulling Yukke around to face him, his lips crashing into the others. Both started to fight with the older man's clothes, hot panting filling their ears as body parts overlapped one another.

"You were afraid it was going to kill me, weren't you?" Yukke whispered, short of breath as he climbed onto Tatsurou and felt him enter him all at once, pain shooting up his body as he lurched forward. He sank his fingernails into Tatsurou's chest, his head swimming as his muscles clenched around the older man.

"Ah...I-I didn't intend for you to die today, so the answer is no." Tatsurou's eyes rolled back, surprised when Yukke's body started to shift in circles on top of his lap, making his toes curl.

"Do...do you miss this?" Yukke hissed, his fingers running through Tatsurou's hair, sticking his tongue between the older man's lips.

"Everyday."

"Then why did you leave me?"

"I didn't really have a choice."

"Yes you did. You could have stayed with me instead of joining another gang, but you didn't..." Yukke swallowed, bringing his hips up and slamming them down again.

"I didn't b-because I loved yo...you." Tatsurou gasped, his thrusts quickening as he started to feel dizzy.

Yukke sat up suddenly, reaching back behind him and picking up the gun, pointing it at the sky and pulling the trigger. The shot rang out and startled Tatsurou, the blonde, not caring who heard it, had stuffed the barrel into the older man's mouth, letting it click to show he was serious.

"Do you like how it feels?" Yukke was shaking, but he kept his composure as his body starting rocking back and forth, his movements met by Tatsurou's, watching him smile around the weapon. The dark haired man started to stroke Yukke's erection, his eyes never leaving the man above him as he started to groan out loudly.

"Are you going to come?" Yukke moistened his lips, his own head tilting back as the fingers on his dick ran over the precum dripping from the tip. Tatsurou nodded, his eyebrows furrowing as he sat up, the gun hitting the back of his throat when he pumped his cock deeper and deeper into Yukke. He opened his eyes when he started to come, yelling out as the cum splattered inside of Yukke. He pulled the gun from his mouth and let his shoulders slump forward, laying his arms at his sides and jerking into Tatsurou's strokes, his own orgasm surfacing and spilling out all over the older man's stomach.

He fell backwards, handgun falling as he tried to steady his breath, both of them silent. Tatsurou ran his palms over the sweaty surface of Yukke's stomach, feeling the muscles quiver beneath the skin, searching for his heartbeat.

"You could have shot me. I wouldn't have cared." He smiled, watching the blonde lay there with his arm over his eyes.

"I'm not heartless like you. Besides, I was never good with a gun anyway." He chuckled, peeking out at Tatsurou. The older man grabbed his waist and sat him upright, kissing his collarbone and pulling his jacket back around his body.

"You are pretty fucking clumsy." He bit his lip and punched Yukke light on the cheek, turning his head to the side and gently sliding out of him as he began to get dressed. The younger man stared up at him, picking up the gun and emptied the bullets onto the floor, handing it to Tatsurou and standing up.

"Get a new gun. That one isn't powerful enough."

"Or long enough, or thick enough..." Tatsurou took it from him, shoving it into the back of his pants and buttoning his shirt.

"Come back and see me when you've got one that's better than the one in here." He patted the older man's crotch and pecked him on the lips.

"You'll be waiting a long time, because they don't make guns that good." Tatsurou tugged at his collar smugly, making Yukke snort. The blonde replaced his own gun, closing the front of his jacket and taking Tatsurou's hand in his.

"Don't make me wait too long, please." He said with a gentle smile, squeezing and letting go of the other man's grip and starting to walk down the alleyway.

"I meant it when I said I loved you. I still do, actually." Tatsurou ran his hand back through his long black hair, sighing out as Yukke started to round the corner.

"You didn't have to tell me, because I already knew." Yukke gripped the edge of the wall, opening up the little red box and taking a cigarette out.

"Do you love me?" Tatsurou looked like a child, nervously fidgeting with the string hanging from his cuff.

"From the moment I met you. Always will too. Still, I'm in shock that those same three words even left your mouth. I'll see you later..." Yukke blew him a kiss and was gone, leaving Tatsurou alone in the alley as the sun started to set.