A/N: Well this is the second Part for my Gun and Guitar fic. Thank you kindly for anyone that read the first part. This time things get a little darker and dramatic, of course I added humour here and there, smut XD. I used K's past, invented a lot of stuff to make this story. I really wanted to include Michael in this one...I wanted something I hadn't read before...stuff about K's life that we never get to see. His old house, his old life...his old enemies.
Actually, the idea for this second part is a funny story. It was all because of an L.A Kings bath towel I saw at my fathers house LOL! I was visiting him on the summer I first wrote this story and I saw that towel behind the door. My dad is a HUGE hockey fan lol. But then it hit me! K and L.A and then a devious plot came to mind for the second Part XD
Note, that I'm no expert in the land of law enforcement. I researched a lot for this story and I tried my best to make it sound legit. HAHA! Sometimes I wondered while doing this story if the U.S Government was wondering why I was Googling the Secret Service and weapons and spy devices so much LMAO! On top of that the U.S Army ranks etc LOL! NO! I'm just a fangirl not a terrorist! XD
Well, I hope you enjoy this one!
The Gun and the Guitar – Part 2
Part 1: City of Angels
In the darkened office, a man cast in shadows sits in his leather chair. He flicks off tonight's hockey game with distaste. Bluish smoke, from a cigar nestled between his fingers swirls above the height of the chair. He can't bear to watch the rest of the game, unable to tolerate it now. If he watches another second of Claude 'K' Winchester, kissing like a fool with some young punk any longer, he fears he'll throw his paperweight at the set.
What a disgrace! Angrily, he crushes the half finished cigar in the ashtray with a snarl.
"Bastard…" the word hisses his over his tongue. "It's time Agent K…I've waited too long."
The shadowed man removes a cell phone from his suit pocket and dials a number. It rings twice before someone picks it up. "I want someone released from jail," he speaks with authority and gives a name. There is a pause. "Of course we'll make it look like revenge. He's the perfect candidate, pay him whatever it takes. Just do it quickly and make K suffer. You'll get your money too." Another pause, "Don't worry, he'll be going back to jail when it's finished. That's right; we won't be blamed for anything…its perfect."
A dark laugh resonates throughout the room when he hangs up the phone.
"I'll be watching you, K…I'll be watching you go down…"
K was lying on his stomach, resting his weight on his elbows as he cleaned his Sig Sauer P229 handgun on the hotel bed. Even after he'd left the Service, he couldn't tear himself away from the Secret Service's handgun of choice.
"You know this baby has a twelve round cartridge instead of the civilian's ten rounds, Hiro?" K spoke more to himself than he was to Hiro.
"Huh?" Hiro went as he looked over at K, sitting at the table sipping coffee and reading a music magazine.
"Regular people can't buy this gun with twelve rounds, only ten. This is a law enforcement series," K continued but Hiro only nodded with minimal interest. K huffed to himself at Hiro's lack of interest and vaguely paid attention to the news that was rambling on the television. His mind wandered to last night's hockey game and later when they got back to the hotel. Sighing and feeling his loins stir. K couldn't stop himself from getting an erection.
Last night was incredible.
K looked over at Hiro who sat, hair frumpled, still in his boxers as he daintily sipped coffee from a hotel cup. Mmm, K studied his lover from head to toe; the man was completely oblivious to his ocular examination. He placed his handgun aside, instead distracted by sexy thoughts and rest on his side, placing his head on his right hand. With his left he slipped it into his own boxers and touched himself. He withheld a groan.
Fingers wrapped tightly around his flesh, K thumbed the tip. He could feel a shiver coarse through him as he started stroke himself with firm determination. Gawd, only Hiro could make him this way, so hungry for pleasure at any given moment.
He couldn't help himself.
But still Hiro read his article, the look of deep thought creased on his face. He had no idea what was going on right in front of him. K suppressed a chuckle. He stroked faster, his breathing increased, blood pumped through his heart like a broken dam. K was seeing tunnel vision. Swirling deeper and deeper as his body got near the brink. K squeezed his eyes shut, his hips rocking with that comfortable thrust. He tried so hard not to sigh too loud, enjoying this naughty endeavor.
But then he felt another sensation, wet warmth enveloped the tip of his cock. K's eyes shot open.
"Hiro!" he cried.
The brunette removed K's hand. "Lay back and enjoy it, before I change my mind," Hiro quipped, taking over the assault on the blonde's cock with his mouth. Eagerly, he let the member drive past his lips, sucking hard. K was so rigid that Hiro knew he wouldn't last long. Hiro let his hand smooth over K's abdomen and his rising and falling chest. He loved to see his lover in this kind of rapture, moaning in pleasure. Then K made his signature sounds and Hiro knew he was about to climax.
Hot bitter fluid jet into his mouth and Hiro swallowed every last drop.
Panting in the aftermath, K looked down at his lover. He reached out to pet Hiro's face. "You sorta shocked me at first there you know."
"Geez, did you think I wouldn't notice?" Hiro said disbelievingly, releasing a chorus of laughter. He sat up, enjoyment all over his face.
K looked into Hiro's cool, grey eyes, "I really wasn't worried if you did or not. It's your fault anyways," the blonde accused playfully.
Hiro looked amused, "How exactly did I drive you to have a one man party?"
"Because you were just sitting there looking so fucking cute. It's an evil conspiracy to tease me endlessly, isn't it?" explained K, looking haughtily at the brunette.
Scoffing, Hiro shook his head. Everything was a conspiracy to his gun-happy lover. Hiro teased, "Yeah K, that's right. The "big man" hired me to hunt you down and suck your dick."
K snickered. "I can be your prisoner of war."
"Does that mean you'd like me to tie you up?"
Blue eyes lit up at the prospect.
"Of course you'd like that," Hiro stated dryly.
"What's that suppose to mean?" K whined.
In the background the television went:
"One of today's top stories…Ramon Sanchez was released from prison today after serving only half of his twenty year sentence. The man who used to be the leader of the United States' largest counterfeit and weapons smuggling ring, got approved for release today. Government officials refused to give details and stated that Sanchez was up for parole. Ten years ago, Ramon Sanchez had every government agency on the biggest manhunt in decades and was finally arrested by United States' own Secret Service agent "K", who led and closed that case, placing Ramon behind bars…"
"Hey! They just said your name!" Hiro shouted and gaped back at the television.
K sat up quickly to watch.
"The world will probably never forget the chilling words Mr. Sanchez spouted to the media as he left the courthouse in handcuffs..."
"Remember, I'm coming for you one day, K…I will have my revenge!" K recited from memory before news replayed the footage from the courthouse.
"Secret Service, the department of Homeland Security, will be keeping a close eye on Ramon Sanchez, and they assure no harm will come to any of their agents or ex-agents families or persons. Ramon refused to give a statement.
And in other news…"
K flicked off the television and slid off the bed to stand up. He grabbed his cigarettes off the nightstand and lit one, puffing out with a heavy sigh.
"Are you ok? What was all that about?" Hiro questioned cautiously.
What was the government thinking? Letting that man out of jail… K turned around. He gave Hiro a smile to ease his worries. Should he take advantage of the fact Hiro didn't understand that entire broadcast?
He said, "That was years ago, its history—before I even married Judy and had Michael. Ramon Sanchez was a criminal I arrested and he…he threatened to come after me one day." K waved his hand nonchalantly. "He doesn't even know where I am. He'll probably screw up his probation and end up back in jail."
K told the truth.
Hiro looked stricken. "Wow…so, why are they talking about him on television?" he wondered.
K sighed. "They let him out of jail today…I don't really understand that myself. Don't worry, Hiroshi. He's got better things to do I'm sure…he'll be watched."
Hiro sighed with relief and got up to place a sweet kiss to K's cheek before he trotted off to the shower. They had a plane to catch soon. Los Angeles was only a couple hours away.
Shuichi was talking to Yuki animatedly about the recent manga he was reading, but the writer only yawned and dug under his nails. He wasn't keen on all this travel and forced himself to listen to Shuichi talk about his book to get his mind off of it.
Sakano was standing by the airport windows watching the jumbo jets take off. Suguru sat on the sill near the producer and people watched. The Toronto airport was full of people rushing about. Announcers were endlessly trilling over the speakers, explaining fly delays or paging personnel. The musical genius barely noticed K and Hiro approach them.
"That's our plane right there," K said and pointed out the window to a Boeing 747. "It looks like they'll be boarding soon."
They viewed the jet K was talking about. "So, what's the plan for Los Angeles?" Suguru questioned his manager.
"Well, I have a few places lined up for your debut there. But because of personal reasons, you guys get to hang low for a few days," Bad Luck's manager told him.
Sakano looked back and acknowledged his co-worker, "Seems like a fair distance between gigs, don't you think?"
The tall blonde shrugged and adjusted his aviator sunglasses, "Yeah a bit, but we are going to a major city, lots of publicity potential there."
Sakano nodded in agreement, "I talked to the president of NG and they aren't coming for a few weeks. Tohma seemed happy about going to California. I guess I have no say in the matter," he complained.
K clapped the man on the back. At least he was being a good sport about it, "Don't worry we'll have Bad Luck on the radio before we leave L.A."
Suguru spun on K at that, "What…how is that possible?"
K just laughed sardonically, "Because, I will make it possible."
Hiro didn't pay much attention to their business talk and simply stared out the window. Butterflies were consuming his stomach with worry. Now that he was really on his way to Los Angeles, he was scared. He practiced some English silently in his head to distract himself, but it wasn't working.
Michael was going to hate him, he just knew it!
"It's all about connections," sang the American. "You're on my turf now."
"But we aren't in Los Angeles yet," Suguru pointed out sarcastically.
"Hey, don't ruin my fun," K claimed, narrowing his eyes behind the sunglasses at Suguru Fujisaki, boy genius. But his attention wavered as he spied Hiro sighing and looking out the window, lips mumbling something. The guitarist's shoulders were slumped in his leather jacket and he looked like he was planning World War Three in his head.
"Hiro, are you alright?"
He didn't respond.
"Aww, Hiroshi. Are you worrying again?" asked K, leaning his back against the window, crossed his arms over his white shirt, watching Hiro with concern.
The brunette didn't look over. "I'm fine," he murmured untruthfully.
"You know, I interrogated a lot of people in my time. I know you're lying," K said lightly and added in a soft voice for Hiro's ears only, "Put it this way. I have to go to my old home and possibly see my best friend there with Judy."
Hiro looked at his own reflection in K's sunglasses now. How could he be so wrapped up in his own worries, when K had a few as well? "Yeah, that's right, I'm sorry. I'm just a little freaked out."
"So am I…" K whispered.
The guitarist felt his worry shift from himself to K now. "I'm sure it'll be fine," Hiro offered to his lover.
The blonde grinned. He wasn't one to stay so somber for too long and said, "Yes, we'll storm the front gates and demand entrance!"
Hiro had to smile at that. "And if they give us a hard time we'll kick the door down," he played along.
K howled like a wolf much to everyone's surprise, even Yuki and Shuichi looked over at them. "Aww, come on, haven't you guys ever read The Three Little Pigs?" K scoffed at them, looking indignant. He looked back at Hiro.
Momentarily forgetting his butterflies, Hiro replied, "I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down."
K looked so surprised. He claimed proudly, "Now I know for sure we were meant to be together."
"You guys have seriously lost it," Suguru said shaking his head sadly.
Plane to Los Angeles now boarding…
"That's us!" cried Shuichi.
Everyone grabbed their belongings and raced for the plane. This time a few people gaped at K with his gun in the holster in such a highly secure airport. A little boy asked, "Are you an Air Marshall Mister?"
K stopped before the lad with a shock of red hair and said, "No…but I'm allowed to carry this gun," he told the boy.
"I'm going to be a police officer when I grow up," the boy stated and nodded determinedly.
K ruffled the boy's hair, "We always need a few more good men."
The boy grinned proudly at being called a man, and K gave the youngster a salute before finding his seat beside Hiro. The brunette smiled at him and tried to get comfortable.
A few hours later there was an announcement, "If you look out your window you will see we are flying over Los Angeles and we'll be landing at LAX in approximately fifteen minutes."
Hiro, who insisted on having the window seat, leaned over to look down at the city below. There was a wide stretch of land on the left and unquestionable mass of water to the right. They flew by the Hollywood sign; Hiro felt excitement and his stomach twist with nerves all at the same time.
He was really here…
The plane landed and soon the group stood near a taxi pool, luggage in hand. Hiro couldn't believe how hot it was here, he fanned himself and stole a glance at Shuichi. For once he wasn't actually clinging to Yuki, it was too bloody hot. The guitarist suddenly felt overdressed and wondered how K ever worked in a suit here everyday.
"I'd rather we all stayed at the same hotel so I made reservations in West Hollywood," K told them.
"HOLLYWOOD!" cried Shuichi. He'd always wanted to go there.
Yuki smirked at his lover's enthusiasm. He still couldn't believe he was tagging along with this bunch, but secretly it was kind of nice to get away from all the bullshit at home. So, he kept his complaints to a minimum.
Shuichi grabbed Hiro's hands and they danced and sang, "Bad Luck's come to Hollywood!"
Suguru chuckled, yeah, they've come to Hollywood!
K waited for the gleeful song to end, "You have a few days to explore the place, but stay in contact. Hiro and I are going to be spending most of our time at my old house I imagine. If anything changes I'll let you know. Come on…"
A cab pulled up for them and they piled in and drove north. They could see the Pacific Ocean glistening in the early evening sun as they went along. The time change made it three hours earlier than Toronto. It was like the never traveled at all.
"Hey can we go surfing?" asked Suguru suddenly.
Everyone looked at the short, dark-haired boy with astonishment.
"It's a lot harder than it looks," K told him.
"Oh? Were you any good at it?" Suguru always thought he'd like to try surfing one day.
"Not really," K said honestly, "My son, Michael, who is only seven by the way, is much better than me."
Everyone smiled. K was being very open about his family lately. They really weren't used to it.
Yuki knew K was doing it to comfort Hiro who looked ready to throw up right about now. Family business was such a chore sometimes, he thought, thinking of his father, brother and sister. He shrugged to himself. It'd been months since he talked to any of them but he didn't mind. They drove him mad most of the time, especially his brother, Tatsuha.
K patted Hiro's thigh to comfort the poor guy. Everything would be fine once they got the initial meeting over with. K was so anxious to see his son, sometimes he wished he didn't live so far away. But Michael seemed very understanding for such a young boy. For that K was grateful.
As they went through the busy streets, palms trees lining the roads, the cab finally pulled into a crescent driveway of a gleaming, beachside hotel. The concierge helped them with their luggage and one tried to take Hiro's guitar. The guitarist snatched his guitar back and frowned at the man.
"No, I'll take that," he said in Japanese to the man and wandered inside.
K, as usual, took care of the details and handed them their room keys.
"Sweet, this place has an outdoor pool and it's close to the beach!" Shuichi cried happily. He could picture it now, lying in lounge chairs like stars, sipping yummy milkshakes by the pool with Yuki all day.
Suguru seemed happy to hear that and thought the beaches would be teaming with girls in bikinis. Or at least that's what he heard about California girls.
"Now please inform me of your whereabouts, if you don't I will have you bugged," K stated matter-of-factly.
"Yea, yea," they all went at K's usual rant and took off to their rooms.
Dumping his luggage on the floor and setting his guitar down gently on the bed, Hiro scanned the room. His eyes traveled over the cream-coloured walls to a set of burgundy drapes that hung on the huge window at the other end of the room. It led to a balcony. To his left was the bathroom with a huge tub and a pink shower curtain. He walked over the beige carpet to the window and pulled apart the curtains. He saw the beach and smiled, it was such a beautiful sunny day.
K came in moments after him, after making sure everyone was situated ok in the hotel.
A second later K's cell phone shrilled. Hiro took a seat on the bed and watched the blonde talk on the phone.
"Hi, Michael…yup, I just got here…she is? Well that's cool. I'll talk to her when I get there…we'll be over in a bit. I love you too! See you soon!" K hung up his phone and smiled at Hiro in that proud, goofy kind of way.
"He's dying to see you, eh?" Hiro asked, unable to stop admiring K when he talked to his son. It was like he was someone else altogether.
"Yeah, but apparently Judy is going to do this daytime show thing in New York. And she's offered to let us stay at the house with Michael for a few days. I really hope that's true," K stated.
"Really, will Ark be there?" wondered the brunette.
"I'm not sure about that one yet…Michael was so excited, he wasn't making much sense." K laughed.
Hiro laughed along with K despite feeling a little queasy, his lover's happiness eased his nerves. Right now he needed to freshen up and change his clothes. As if he was reading his mind K ran into the bathroom first.
"Hey!" Hiro cried blinking at the partially closed bathroom door, "I was just thinking of that."
"Didn't anyone ever tell you it's nice to share with others?" K sang from the other side.
Hiro smirked, "Well, when you put it that way…" He rushed into the bathroom and kicked the door shut.
"I hope you like fast cars?" the blonde asked and grinned at Hiro cheekily as they stood out front of the hotel. Apparently they were waiting for the valet.
"Umm, sure…why, what kind of car did you rent?" Hiro wondered.
Just then a sleek, black Ferrari F430 pulled up next to them. A young man got out and handed K a set of keys.
"Have to travel to Beverly Hills in style! Live it up!" K clamored.
Hiro gawked at the car. "I don't know much about Beverly Hills, but I'm guessing that this is your excuse to drive fancy cars," concluded Hiro.
"Sssh…now, don't ruin the fun," teased K.
"Are you kidding? Bring on the excuses," Hiro mused.
"The perks of Hollywood," he claimed sweetly, "Jump in, baby."
Eagerly, Hiro put his guitar in the backseat and hopped into the passenger seat. K got in on the other said and bolted out of there so fast; Hiro had to hang on to handrail.
Yikes!
Hiro realized his eyes were squeezed shut and opened them quickly; he wasn't a wuss or anything. But K flew in and out of traffic and laughed kind of manically. The ride was beyond thrilling. They went so fast Hiro barely had a chance to look at the neighborhoods they drove past in a blur. But as they went, he could tell the houses got grander and more immaculate. Soon the houses became more spread apart as the properties acreage got larger.
"Almost there," K told him and laughed at Hiro who hung onto the door handle. "Fun, isn't it?"
Hiro gave K a weak smile. 'Almost there' meant he was going to meet Michael very soon. Hiro gulped and cast a look at K in his trusty sunglasses. But he realized K wasn't smiling anymore, he wasn't 'living it up' as he drove this sexy car. Instead, K was sternly looking in the rear view mirror.
"What is it?" Hiro asked and looked back. He gazed at the cars around them, he didn't see anything. And Hiro noticed K even slowed down a touch.
"Huh…oh, it's nothing," K answered slowly, a touch of concern in his voice.
Hiro studied K oddly for a moment, hoping for some kind of explanation, but he got none. He shrugged. Sometimes he just didn't understand the man.
They pulled into a long driveway, which at the end stood a grand, grey stone, three-story house. Palm trees lined the driveway, arching over them like an umbrella of swords. They drove around a beautiful fountain as they parked at the front entrance. Hiro looked out the window at the spotless manicured lawn and gardens surrounding the house.
"It's like a castle…" breathed Hiro, in awe of the house before him.
"Yeah, and the mortgage will kill ya," K offered sarcastically. But he didn't have to worry about that now, it was all paid off. Judy made more than enough to live her comfy lifestyle. But he still provided for Michael whether he needed to or not.
Hiro bet it cost a sweet penny to pay for this kind of place. He opened the car door and got out, he grabbed his guitar and looked up the steps that led to a pair of big, double oak doors. He glanced over at K nervously, but K was looking back down the drive. Hiro could tell something was on his mind, because K was fingering his gun, something Hiro learned K did when something felt un-kosher.
But suddenly the front door flew open. K turned around and smiled widely. There stood a young boy with a shocking mass of blonde hair, holding a toy pistol.
"BANG!" he cried, pretending to shoot his father.
K clapped his hands to his chest and said, "Ugh, you got me…" With that he fell to his knees and into a crumpled heap on the driveway.
The young boy laughed and ran down the steps to the driver's side of the car to see his father, twittering with laughter on the ground.
K croaked, "A hug for a dying man?"
The small boy, with a crest of freckles on his nose grinned broadly. He dropped the toy gun and K got up on his knees to hug his son. Hiro smiled warmly at scene before him. Looking at Michael was like looking at a replica of K, but younger of course.
"Daddy…who's that?" Michael questioned with his soft child's voice, staring at Hiro with big blue eyes.
K smiled at Hiro and then said to Michael, "That's Hiroshi Nakano, the guitarist for Bad Luck."
"Really?! Cool!" Michael said astounded and let go of his father and came to stand in front of Hiro. "Is that your guitar?" questioned the youngster, pointing to the case slung over Hiro's shoulder.
"Yes it is," Hiro said in English. He'd been practicing all that he'd learned most of the way here.
But Michael heard the accent and replied in Japanese, "My name is Michael Alexander Winchester. I'm seven."
Hiroshi looked surprised, the boy just spoke Japanese! He hadn't thought of this, K obviously had taught the boy to speak it. "Would you like to see it?" offered Hiro. But the boy looked a little confused. Hiro looked at K.
"He's not fluent in Japanese, but he knows the basics. And he's getting better all the time, aren't ya sport?" K said and messed up Michael's hair.
"Yup," the boy replied proud of himself.
Hiro and K looked up as Judy came to the door. Her blonde hair was perfectly styled and she wore a crisp, white pants suit with gold glittering on her ears, throat and fingers. "Hello Claude…and, Hiroshi was it?" she offered pleasantly.
Hiro nodded and watched Michael retrieve his toy gun, like father like son he thought smirking to himself.
"Michael, what have I told you about that thing?" Judy asked her son, pointing to the gun he was now hiding behind his back.
K tried to hide a grin as his son pretended to look innocent. He'd let the boy fend for himself on this one. Judy didn't like his influence on Michael when it came to weapons, even if she happened to have her own collection of guns. But he always made it clear to Michael about the dangers of guns and not to take the toys to school or anywhere out of the house, except for the yard.
Michael knew he wasn't going to get away with it and whined, "I just wanted to shoot Daddy when he got here…"
"Yes, but Daddy has brought company and we don't play with guns around strangers," Judy told him firmly, the boy pouted.
"But Hiroshi wants to play cops and robbers with me," Michael spun his tale.
Hiro blinked, he hadn't agreed to that. The brunette cast K a look, but the man only choked on a snicker. Judy cut K an angry look and he calmed himself instantly.
"Well, you can play later…Mommy has to get ready to leave soon. I told you that already," she said in a huff and asked them to come in already.
"So it's true, you're leaving us with Michael?" K asked his ex-wife.
Judy looked at him and said, "Yeah, I figured why not. It's better than coming back and forth from a stupid hotel, and Michael wouldn't need his nanny. I gave the woman a week off."
K tried to contain his glee at this information. A whole week with Michael all to himself!
"Don't look so happy, Claude," Judy drawled as they stood in the foyer and took off their shoes.
K shrugged. "So, where's Ark?" he questioned
"We don't live together you know," Judy explained tiredly. "But, he's not coming with me. I want him to stay here and keep and eye on you, maybe he'll stop by who knows," she said indifferently.
"I don't need a babysitter!" K exclaimed.
"Do not argue with me Claude." Judy put her foot down.
K remained silent.
"Oh, and you can use the spare bedrooms. And yes the "s" is emphasized; you and Hiroshi will sleep in separate bedrooms, please. Leon will take your things there now." She clicked her fingers and a small man in a butler's uniform came to take their things.
K and Hiro couldn't help but blush at the meaning of her words. So, they had to sleep in separate rooms. That was perfectly fine with Hiro, he wasn't about to step on any toes.
Pulling on his fathers pant leg Michael asked, "Daddy, will you make dinner tonight? Please, please…"
K picked up the boy and said, "Oh, did you miss your father's cooking?"
"I did!"
"Hmm, I wonder what you want me to make…" K pretended to think hard about it, just waiting for Michael to say…
"Spaghetti!"
"But of course, what else," K said with a huff, knowing his son all to well. K made off to the kitchen with Michael still in his arms. He looked back at Hiro and said, "Come on, you can slice the onions."
