Beat didn't realise how bad of a decision he'd made until he was neck deep in trouble. Initially just a plan to tag some of the Noise Tanks' turf in Benten-Cho, he was caught completely off guard when Onishima surprised him, waiting with an entire perimeter set up. He tried to get away from them using the rooftops but they'd drafted in a chopper, shooting the rails and knocking him many stories down to the ground below. Beat tagged some of the swat team pursuing him in an attempt to evade them but there were too many. He burst from their grip as he stormed through a building quickly, not daring to look back as a tank fired upon him. As he saw a gap in their surrounding forces, he dove across the street and into the alleyway leading back to Shibuya-cho, but not before Onishima, brandishing his revolver, fired a shot that clipped him and caused him to drop to the ground, having exercised the last of his energy getting away.

He lay around the corner from the central streets of his home turf, huffing desperately as sweat dripped off him and he pressed his hand against the deep graze in his side. He was done for; The Garage was on the other side of the city and he could barely stand. He had pushed himself to his knees as he contemplated calling for help -although it would likely mean his capture- when someone dropped down to where he was from above, leaning close and moving Beat against the closest wall silently as Onishima and his men wandered past.

"Drink this." he said as he handed Beat a bottle of water, which he longingly grabbed and downed with thirst. Meanwhile, the stranger had ripped the side of his bright orange shirt and was applying gauze to his wound.

"This'll sting a bit."

"Who are you?" Beat asked before gritting his teeth to the nipping sensation of cotton against his open wound.

"Name's N, you?" he asked with the same kind smile he offered upon his arrival. Beat looked N up and down as it had dawned on him that he had barely given his saviour a glance. He looked to be in his late teens, was tall, pale and had dark hair. He was wearing a brown t-shirt with some musical logo on it, dark blue skinny jeans, and a slightly small leather jacket in a crimson colour. He was also dressed in wristbands of some kind , goggles above his eyes similar to his own and wore an impressive looking pair of skates in the same colour as his jacket.

"You're a Rudie?" he said, not realising he'd ignored his question.

"What gave me away?" he said, his smile turning to more of a cheeky grin as he helped him up. He walked Beat along slowly until they changed to a slow-paced skate.

"My name's Beat..." he answered quietly as they continued along slowly. They remained silent for a while until N led him away from his usual route.

"Hey, I live over this way." he said, realising moments later that N would have no way of knowing that until now.

"Far?"

"About a mile."

"Nah, best we get you treated ASAP. I'm right here." he said as he led Beat around the corner and into a pale brown building. Once inside, as N let him go briefly to lock the doors, Beat gazed around in awe. It reminded him of The Garage, an old warehouse with some renovations done, crossed with a skate park. He took a few steps as he looked around and slipped over, grunting in pain as he gripped his side. He was quickly picked back up and moved to the sofa and laid down.

"You live here, in Shibuya-cho?" Beat asked, wondering why he'd never encountered N before.

"Yeah, got a couple mates but they don't visit too often. Relax, we aren't after your territory." he reassured jokingly as he knelt down at his torso with sterilising supplies and more bandages. After having his wound treated properly, an immensely painful and loud experience, Beat blacked out. He wasn't sure how much time had passed when he awoke but sun was streaming through the large windows atop the warehouse. Could've been the next morning, could've been seven mornings later. He peeled his bandage back a little, it was healing but hardly better.

"Hey sleeping beauty." he heard as he jerked upright and saw N grind on a rail towards the lounge area.

"How long was I asleep?"

"Been a few days. Need anything?"

"A drink if you have one."

"Water good? Or would something stronger suit you?" he asked, half-serious as he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge -a bottle of vodka also visible inside- and handed it to Beat who gulped it down quickly. Beat noted the constant kindness he'd been shown and as he gasped after a long drink, he asked,

"Why'd you help me? Police could've come after me and found you too."

"Rudie in need, seemed like the right thing to do. Besides, everything turned out okay." he said, shrugging a little as he wondered what reason he could've had to not help Beat. He then knelt down again to examine him.

"Mind taking this off?" he asked, pulling on the end of Beat's torn shirt. He nodded and lifted it off, showing off a skinny but muscular body. N found himself staring a little before returning to the task at hand.

"It's a little tender around the wound, even after it closes up properly I wouldn't stress it too much for a bit." he said while he carefully removed the bandages, one hand against his side. He disposed of it and grabbed another one quickly, applying it after cleaning the wound again. He ran his hand across the gauze plaster to ensure it stuck, his hand continuing until it reached his leg.

"If you need any spare clothes, I have some, or I can nip to your place." he offered but was told,

"Nah, my place is pretty mobbed, I'll make do with these." he said while N took off his skates, placing them next to Beat's at the end of the couch. He was only wearing his jeans and t-shirt, skipping out on everything else.

"Uh, listen. I really want to thank you for this, I'd be in serious trouble if it weren't for you."

"My pleasure." he said cheerfully as they remained in silence. As he leaned down again at his seated patient, N stared him up and down momentarily before he inched closer. Breaking the tension before it could grow too much, N kissed him, eliciting wide eyes and something of a shock, although neither stopped the kiss at first.

"Sorry, I... couldn't help it..." N said with the same smile, anxiously glancing away from Beat as he asked,

"Sorry, did I cross a line...? I wasn't sure if you were..." He gave no answer, eventually switching from his surprised look to an amused smile as he kissed him back. Neither stopped this time as Beat inched back on the couch as N climbed onto him and slowly kissed down his neck as he ran his hands along Beat's abs, all the while making sure not to do anything that could hurt him. He then kissed his way down until reaching his belt and undoing it hastily. As N pulled his pants to his knees, Beat felt his dick hardening in anticipation.

"Damn... uhm-wow..." N stammered as he removed the growing erection from his boxers and stroked it gently. He continued this as Beat moaned softly. He hadn't had any action in a while and needed this badly, even if it was from someone he hardly knew. N jacked him off faster, leaning up to kiss him again, their tongues exchanging saliva messily. They didn't stop for breath or to speak until Beat let out a muffled moan that let N know he was close. In response, he broke the kiss and in a quick motion, took his long cock in his mouth.

"Oh fuck..!" Beat exclaimed as N's tongue worked his dick all over. It throbbed tightly inside of his mouth as his spit ran along Beat's shaft, cooling the roasting hot rod as he grunted and let out moans, muffled by the head of his dick hitting the back of his throat.

"I'm gonna cum! Oh my god!" Beat yelled loudly, echoing around the warehouse, as N held himself down and let the hot seed fill his mouth and throat. He eventually pulled back and let some cum run down his face, much to the arousal of Beat, who felt almost totally wiped out by how good N's blowjob was. He swallowed almost all of it, an impressive feat, leaving only some in his mouth and dripping down his face as he was pulled in for another passionate kiss.
N moaned as his hard cock needed relief. Beat then tried to get up, needing his help to do so, and approached a grind rail while N slipped off his now stained top and slid down his jeans, pulling back his boxers to reveal a thick, throbbing rod. He wasn't too muscular but had a nice toned figure. Beat leaned against the rail and he used this to his advantage, gripping his hips from behind carefully.

"You sure you're up for this?" he asked considerately, blushing as he was met with nods and moans of approval. That was all he needed, as he began to slide his cock up Beat's tight ass with some difficulty. Beat sounded, prompting N to adjust his speed a little, only getting faster and harder when he heard ecstatic moans from his partner. His dick throbbed as it stretched out Beat's ass as N looked over him, he blushed as he raised a hand and spanked his rear a little.

"Fuck yeah! Deeper... please!"

"Aha... you got it." he said as he pushed the full length of his member inside and began pulling out and ramming back in as fast as he could. Responding positively to each spank, Beat began receiving harder smacks to his behind, making him squeal with excitement as each spank drove him slightly closer to climax. Similarly, each thrust drove N a little closer to unloading his cum on that red little ass. As he continued pumping at him, he reached around and felt Beat's cock, now rock solid again and not far from cumming too.

"Yes! Cum in me please!" Beat groaned, panting heavily and looking back to N.

"F-fuck! You want me to fill you up?" N asked as he struggled to hold it in. Beat nodded as he bit his lip and moaned lustfully while his neat little ass was slowly filled with pre-cum.

"I'm gonna cum again! I can't hold it!" Beat screamed.

"Then don't!" N moaned as he planted his dick deep for the last time and wrapped his arms around Beat, gripping him closely as he playfully bit into his shoulder and felt his balls drain completely. He let out a prolonged moan that echoed loudly while Beat came for the second time, his jizz spilling out over the railing onto the floor. N pulled out and the remaining cum dripped slowly out of Beat's ass, gaping slightly after N's thick cock spread it out, while he turned him and kissed him again.

"Y-you won't... have to go for a while, do you?" he asked hopefully as he led Beat back onto the couch and as they both lay down in their filth.

"Well, this might take a while to heal, maybe my friends can just think I was unconscious this whole time." he said, grinning, knowing that the next few days would be spent doing a lot more than sleeping.