Hello! Seliphra here, this is a collaboration work between myself and randomllama. I controlled Heine and she controlled Badou! I also did Naoto and she did pedo-priest... I mean uh... yeah, anyways, I hope you all like this!

Warnings: Yaoi, boy x boy, Badou x Heine (in that order, yes, Heine is ON THE BOTTOM!), a little mild angst, lemons, potentially OOC slightly AU(to bullets & carnage) and if I recall anything else I shall update the warnings, ne?

Disclaimer: I do not own Dogs or make any money off this fic. I do own a dog but he's an actual canine and a super-suck-coward, that's as close as it gets though.

A one-eyed red haired information broker grumbled as he walked from a convenient store to another, "Out of smokes, how can any place be out of smokes!" Frustration was beginning to fester in Badou Nails' mind, body, and soul as he continued to hunt. Heine frowned as he followed the man. They were supposed to be doing something else... not that the albino really cared a lick about that. Besides, he knew exactly what would happen if Badou didn't get his nicotine and he didn't like it one bit. Badou would always say 'one more place', 'one more place' until it was one-more-place-seven times... Yet they were all out of his brand of cigarettes, HOW THE HELL WAS THAT POSSIBLE!

"Grrrrrr," Badou stalked to the ninth one that hour and upon entry scared several people already inside.
"Badou...I think these guys are out too," Heine sighed, though he was beginning to worry too. If he went into a full swing withdrawal it usually meant a random gunfight ensued and Heine didn't really feel like being shot today.

"Shut up Heine!" Badou snapped at his partner... They weren't really friends, they just tolerated each other enough not to shoot each other on sight.
"Yo! Dude, do you carry this brand?" He asked slowly and mocking, holding out his empty case of fags. The stuttering clerk shook his head terrified.
"Th-They've been discontinued! B-Bought out!"
"Oh shit," Heine gulped, his eyes on Badou now, "just get a different brand!" He suggested quickly.

"Get a diff-HEINE!" Badou snapped, "YOU wouldn't understand, it HAS to be this brand!" The clerk squeaked, as Badou rounded on him, "ARE YOU SURE YOU DON'T HAVE ANY!"
"Y-Yes, s-some private company bought that brand! They've horded them!" Oh dear...
"You can't get them..." He knew better than to say this though. He already knew Badou was going to drag him along to steal them or force the idiots who bought his brand out to start selling them again.
"Who bought them? TELL ME! CHECK FOR THEM!" Badou slammed his hands on the counter.

"You better do what he says..." Heine warned the terrified clerk, his red eyes on Badou as he glanced around the store.
"There are none! Two black cars came and took all the boxes we had!"
"WHERE DID THEY GO?"

"S-South I think!" He cowered and Badou stormed out of the store. Heine sighed. He didn't want to follow... but he knew if he didn't the red head would get himself killed for sure and he did -sort of- like Badou. He was -kind of- a friend... kind of. Barely. Other people wouldn't count it, but Heine was a unique case after all. Badou had his helpful points too, he was a good idiot distraction which has helped Heine out more than once. However, Badou was too preoccupied with a rising withdrawal that nothing else mattered to him. Heine followed after a moment's hesitation, catching up with the red head easily.

"You realize we're going to end up in a gunfight...right?"
"They took my smokes Heine!" Badou glared, "they have to pay! These were what my brother smoked, it HAS to be these!" Heine nodded.
"Fine, fine. Just as long as you're aware that we're definitely getting shot at..."

"Those fuckers will die," Badou griped and pressed on... South was a long way and about five different yakuza groups held territory there, Badou just needed to find one. Heine just prayed they found the right one first thing, he really didn't feel like this. He was tired, he never slept well... he scratched absently at the bandage he wore on his neck. His collar itched... he hated when that happened.

Badou's weirdly trained nose began working then, and they breezed by three of them before Badou smirked.
"This is the one... The bastards who took my smokes."
"Right, so how are we doing this then?" Heine asked, perfectly happy to just wait here and let Badou do everything.
"Well, this is the Richette group, so they hide things at the center of their hideout... Guards are circling in a ten minute window around on two hallway distance loops, so for once you could distract them while I grab what I need." Heine sighed softly at this.

"Whatever...I'll start a distraction in the east end then, you get what you need. You have... twenty minutes," He decided he could handle that long before he pulled his gun out and slipped in through an open window.
"You're the best~" Badou grinned cheesily and waited for panicked shouts before he made his way in to the center of the building.

Heine frowned as he dodged bullets and shot the damn hallway up. At least he only got hit twice and thanks to the stupid experiments he was fine when he managed to bust his way back out. Getting in was always the easy part. Badou found his stash and nearly cried in happiness. Rather he did cry in happiness, and then stuffed his pockets full of fag boxes. He pulled one out and lit it, before strolling on his way out, Heine was a damned good distraction that he nearly got away with it to except he swayed in bliss in time for a bullet to explode through his lit cigarette.

"Eh?"
"STOP THIEF!"
"Fucking bullshit," Badou growled, "I WAS ENJOYING THAT!" He whipped out his guns and joined the fight.
"Badou...Nice of you to join in...I was just thinking of leaving," Heine grinned a little as he ducked behind a pillar.
"They ruined my smoke Heine! I had just lit up and the bastards shot it!" Badou whimpered, emptying out old mags and locking in more. Heine rolled his eyes at that.

"Badou...window, I'll cover you," It didn't matter if Heine got shot after all. He would heal before they left the district even if it would hurt.
"Not yet, they robbed me of my smoke!" The red-head whined.
"Badou, I've been shot twice already and I really don't want to be here any longer... ugh, you aren't going until some of them are dead are you?"
"Good, you're learning~" Badou grinned, his left eye closed stupidly, "if you want to go, go... I'll follow when I'm satisfied."

"And let you have all the fun?" He grinned in mild amusement before sending a burst of gunfire down the hallway. 'That's what I love about this man,' Badou's inner thoughts beamed like a girl at the barrage of gun smoke Heine just let out, and oh god it aroused him like no tomorrow!

"Hey Biches! Time to pay~" Badou rolled from his hiding spot and picked off the gang one by one. Heine chuckled at the sight picking one or two off himself though he left most of them for Badou. Badou laughed manically as they dropped, dead or injured, like flies as he eventually made a motion to Heine that he was done and they could leave now. Heine nodded and covered the area with a barrage of gunfire so Badou could get out first through the window. Badou did, but he paused to inhale Heine's smoke with a shudder before leaving. Heine always had wondered what Badou's obsession was. Seemed he liked gun smoke just as much as he liked the smoke from his cigarettes, but Heine had never actually asked. Only Heine's guns though, his own couldn't compare, and no one else's even came close. They finally went out of the territories and Badou put away his guns then, digging out a fag to light up his victory.

"Right, so that supply will last you how long?" He just prayed the Mafia got the message and started selling them again.
"A week maybe?" Badou shrugged, and inhaled deeply of the nicotine, "AAAA~ so good~ all is right with the world!" Heine chuckled a little and shook his head.
"And if they don't start selling we're going back, huh?"
"You got it, but I might have found an alternative," He shrugged again and glanced at Heine-who was on his left. 'Alternative? Since when...?'

"What happened to 'it has to be these'?" He asked teasingly.
"Oh I was just reminded of my alternative~" Badou grinned, so close and yet so far.
"...Right, whatever. As long as it doesn't involve me getting shot I don't give a shit what it is," He shrugged. That was a conundrum then, as Heine's guns were his alternative, and in order to fire them the albino usually had to be shot...

"Well, the Bishop can fix you up real good," Badou yawned and Heine sighed.
"Yeah right...Nil can fix my clothing anyways..."
"Yeah, that girl's cute... She's stuck between the Bishop and Naoto though," Badou exhaled into the sky, squinting at the clouds. She was also one of the few females Heine allowed near him.

"That Bishop is a pedo..." He grumbled lightly.
"True, true... The chick's got too many secrets and scars she keeps to herself though," Badou sighed, she was hot, but Heine was cuter. Heine shrugged, indifferent to Naoto. He didn't trust her but he didn't really distrust her either. If anything she scared him but he was scared of nearly all women so that was hardly surprising. This fear of Heine's is what gave Badou some hope, because Badou's certainly not a woman and he's known Heine the longest of these people.

"Nil is always worried when you come home full of holes, eh?"
"Yeah well, your fault this time isn't it?" He grinned. Nil was the only woman he was really okay with but she was like a sister to him now too. Mind you he really should fear her more from that fact.
"Yeah, yeah I'll apologize to her," Badou stomped out this butt as they kept walking, and dug out another, "Damn it, why can't we drive?"
"Can you afford a car?" Heine pointed out.

"One without wheels," Badou grinned cheekily, "but you're not any closer to getting one than me."
"I don't want one," Heine shrugged. His legs worked just fine, may as well use them he figured.
"Fair 'nough," Badou sighed on a long drag of his cigarette and eventually they made it back to the church where Nil rushed out -worried- to greet Heine.
"Hey Nil," He grinned and ruffled her hair affectionately. She grinned and then looked at his clothes, and gripped the closest hole on his arm. She speechlessly gave it a tug saying she wanted to fix it, with the knowledge Badou's told her over time.

"Alright, alright," He agreed, shrugging out of the shirt. Only two holes this time though he still had one bullet to cough up. He could hold it until Nil was away but he hadn't really felt it until after she had showed up either. Badou stared discreetly before finding a window to smoke near. Nil took the shirt away to grab her kit and returned to sit and work on it. Her little wings were poised happily aloft as she mended the holes. Heine watched her quietly but left after a moment so he could cough the damn bullet up without worrying Nil about it. He returned when he was finished and by then Nil had repaired the holes. She brought it over with a smile, and yet gave a worried look to Heine wondering if he was okay.

"Don't worry about me Nil," He grinned, shrugging his shirt back on before messing her hair up again to make her puff her cheeks out in annoyance. She did, and her wings flapped once too.
"She might start hating you if you keep that up Heine," Badou teased too, and she promptly shook her head to that, Nil could never hate the man who saved her. Heine chuckled at that.

"How can I resist it when she makes that face though~?" He grinned at her in amusement.
"True and I highly doubt she could ever hate you," Badou sighed that pissed him off a little, and she nodded to confirm it.
"Right, well, I'm off then, I'll come check on you tomorrow though, okay Nil?" He grinned at her again before leaving for his own place...not that it was much of a place. She grinned, and Badou followed, he had no other reason to be there either. He had also forgotten his initial job that Bishop sent him on… go figure.

Seliphra: So yes, Heine is UKE in this fic... I know, most people pin him as seme and I just see him as uke... I am an odd one, I know. You wanna see him as seme then wait a little while. randomllama will be posting our SECOND collaberation for Dogs once it's finished as she see's Heine as seme so we did two of them It starts pretty similar to this one though...
Badou: Yeah, no shit Sherlock
Seliphra: Dig deeper Watson.
Heine: *sigh* So, anyone reading this? If so leave a review and we will update the story. No reviews, no chapter, simple as that.
Seliphra: Yeah and there's sex in the next chapter too... llama and I like to get right too it if you know what I mean. Anonymous reviews are fine, but please don't flame. All flames will be laughed at, shown to friends, laughed at some more and then used to toast some marshmallows. Yum. No, really though, don't flame.