The Gun and the Guitar

Part 2: Cops and Robbers

Hiro's eyes watered mercilessly as he tried to chop an onion. He could still hardly believe he was here, here in Los Angeles, in K's old home, cooking dinner with him and his son

"Daddy, Hiro's crying," Michael publicized as he set the table like his father had asked him too.

Hiro sniffled loudly and Michael giggled at him, thinking all this was just so funny. Attempting to slice the onion and get it over with, he sent part of the thing flying into K's pile of chopped celery.

K looked over at Hiro and laughed, "Here, never mind the onions. Go fill a big pot with water, could ya?"

Gladly, Hiro thought and went on a hunt through the kitchen for a big pot. The kitchen was a huge room that separated into a lovely dinning room. The fixtures and appliances were all in stainless steel and the backsplash and countertops were polished granite. The floor itself was stone, beautiful flagstone that was kept raw for a natural effect. Man, this place was something else.

Hiro opened another black cupboard door in pursuit of the big pot.

"Bottom cupboard, near the stove," K said, he still knew where everything was in a kitchen he still kind of believed was his. After all, it wasn't like Judy ever used it. That was a laugh. The kitchen had been his domain.

Hiro found what he was looking for and proceeded to fill the pot with water. He'd never in his life felt more domestic than he did right now. But deep inside, he was truly enjoying it—cooking with K and his son. He'd never helped his mother cook much, nor did he do many household chores. Most of his time was spent in his room learning how to play the guitar.

"Well, I see you've already made yourself at home, Claude," Judy announced coolly when she showed up in the kitchen with a traveling bag.

K and Hiro looked over at Judy done up in her stylish coat and sunglasses.

"Since you are here, I gave the cook a week's paid vacation." She knew her ex-husband well enough to know he'd take over the kitchen anyways. She looked at her watch, "Argh, my limo is ten minutes late, I do have a plane to catch," she muttered and clucked her tongue. "Michael honey, come and give your mother a kiss."

Michael placed the last fork down and ran to his mother to kiss her farewell. Judy hugged him longer than a little boy of seven could tolerate. "Mom…" he whined.

"Now, Michael, be a good boy," she told her son, planting another kiss to his blonde head.

Michael whipped at the wet, kiss mark on his forehead disgustedly.

There was a honk from out front.

"Well, I'm off," she said to the three males in her kitchen.

"Have a good trip," K called, he grinned at Hiro.

"I can't believe we get to stay in your old house for a week," Hiro said.

"I know," K replied, "This is awesome! I hope you don't mind…"

"Of course not"

As soon as Judy's car drove off, Michael turned to his father and Hiro. "Mom's gone, can we play cops and robbers now?" the boy asked optimistically.

Chuckling, K looked at his son, "Do you think I'm gonna let myself get in trouble and disobey your mother's rules?"

"But Dad…"

"No buts…we should at least wait till after supper," K quipped.

"Yeah!" hooted the boy. "Hurry dad, cook faster!" Michael demanded all excited now.

Hiro watched Michael run out of the room to retrieve his toy pistols. "Your son is great," he said.

K stepped in closer and beamed at Hiro, he leaned in to kiss his lover. The kiss was soft and gentle; Hiro ate it up, but he stepped away not wanting Michael to catch them.

"Feeling better now?" K asked, "You see, I told you he'd like you."

Hiro smiled. "Yeah, it wasn't as bad as I thought. I'm going to call Shuichi, to let him know we're staying here for a week, ok?"

K nodded and handed Hiro his cell phone, "Just look through the contacts, our hotel number is listed there. And when you're done, I'll call myself and cancel our reservations there. I hope I get a good refund."

A half an hour later, they sat down to dinner. K and Hiro watched Michael slurping up his spaghetti noodles loudly, but happily.

"K, you're a great cook," Hiro stated with a satisfied grin. It was definitely new to him and he found it, delicious! "I loved the garlic bread."

"Daddy's the best cook!" The small boy boasted, accidentally splashing tomato sauce on his Transformers shirt.

Feeling proud of himself, K smiled with the sense of accomplishment. "Thank you," he said in English.

When dinner was all done and the dishes were placed into the dishwasher, Michael didn't forget his father's pledge to play cops and robbers. He reminded him, "Can we play now?"

K took off his holster and placed the thing on top of the fridge, far from Michael's reach.

"I get to be the robber!" stated K. He'd learned over the years that he wasn't allowed to be the cop, because as Michael had delegated once so clearly, 'Real cops can't play as cops, Dad'. Even, if he was no longer in the Service.

"Come on Hiro, you have to play too," claimed the blonde haired boy, thrusting a toy pistol into his hands.

Hiro blinked at the thing and asked, "So what am I?"

"He can be a robber too," claimed K, but Michael wouldn't have any of that.

"No…he can be a cop with me," said the stubborn, seven year old.

"Aww, how come?" questioned his father, he didn't see the logic behind that.

"Because you were in law enforcement, so you know more than us. It's only fair," Michael reasoned.

K explained to Hiro what his son said and Hiro laughed, "He does have a point, K."

K only huffed, "I get the feeling you're both conspiring against me."

Michael only grabbed Hiro's hand and hollered, "We'll be outside making a game plan. Better start running Dad, because you're the fugitive!"

K winked at them and bolted for the backdoor. "You'll never catch me!"

They played around the yard until it was almost dark. Both men were breathless, from crawling around and chasing the seven year old energizer bunny. K had been thrown in jail twice by his son, in which he escaped both times, only to have Michael and Hiro think up a new way of capturing their fugitive. Hiro and Michael found using a mix of Japanese and English to communicate, which worked out for them.

"I know where Dad is hiding. He always thinks I haven't figured it out yet," Michael said shaking his head and rolling his eyes.

Hiro laughed at the boy. Yep, sometimes K could be so predictable. "Okay, Captain Michael lets find him."

"Dad!" bellowed Michael menacingly, "There's a counter-strike, sniper team with lasers pointed at you. Come out before I give them the signal!" He called.

Scary how much the kid sounded like his father, Hiro thought.

"Tactics to scare the bad guys into running," Michael explained to Hiro who looked dumbfounded at the military boy genius.

There was no movement anywhere in the yard as Hiro and Michael crept along the brushes, nearing a small garden shed. The boy jumped behind the shed and clamored, "Gotcha!"

Huh? Hiro and Michael looked around, there was no K.

Suddenly there was a noise above them. They looked up and K jumped down off the roof of the shed, landing on his feet. Michael screamed with surprise and tackled his father.

"Cuff him, Hiro!" the boy cried pointing to an invisible pair of handcuffs on Hiro's utility belt. It held everything from infra red binoculars to flash-bang grenades. Well, all that according to Michael.

They were super cops!

Hiro understood and he sat on the back of K's legs and pretended to cuff him. K was whining playfully, "It's not fair. I've been ganged up on!"

Laughing until it hurt, K called it a night, "Time for the Captain to get ready for bed."

Michael complained, "But I'm not tired."

"Well, I am," K said and brushed dirt off his pants.

"Will you read me a story?" Michael asked.

"Sure," K said and knelt so he could give Michael a piggy-back ride.

"Can Hiro listen to the story too?" asked the boy who clung to his father tightly.

"If he wants," said K.

"You want to hear a story too, don't you?" The boy flashed his blue eyes at Hiro in question.

Amazed at how easily the child befriended him, Hiro replied, "I'd love to hear Daddy tell a story."

Giggling, Michael squealed to his father, "He just called you Daddy! That's so funny!"

K stuck his tongue out at Hiro for that.

Hiro just smirked.

At the house K got Michael ready for bed. Hiro decided he would check out the house while Michael had his bath, at which the boy locked his father out, but insisted he stand guard at the bathroom door.

"I'm a big boy now," Michael claimed to his concerned father, who was used to keeping an eye on him when he was younger around water. But at seven, Michael had found his own independence.

Hiro chuckled evilly at K who stood bored against the bathroom door and walked by with a cheerful wave. But K grabbed him back.

"Where do you think you're going?" K whispered.

"To look around, I mean this is where you used to live. I'm curious," Hiro replied.

K just gave him a big smile. "And is it what you expected?"

"Not at all, I had no idea what to expect. It's just so big, why did you need all this space?" Hiro wondered.

The blonde thought about that. "I dunno…it's just something you do. If you have money, you go big. Everything is bigger on this side of the world, eh?"

Hiro nodded and looked into K's smoldering blue eyes. Silently, the blonde descended upon his lips, joining their mouths with sweet kiss. Hiro swallowed a moan that threatened to escape him, not wanting the innocent boy on the other side of the door to hear. But he kissed back, opening, wanting to fill his mouth with as much of K as he could.

Peeking to watch K's closed eyes, Hiro let his hands smooth over the contours of K's body, over the inward slope of his lower back and over the mound of his firm ass. He squeezed.

Splashing came from the other side of the door, but K deepened the kiss further, devouring Hiro's moist tongue. He ran his hands through his hair, then down his back, pulling Hiro closer, closing any and all spaces between them.

"Mmm…you feel so good," whispered Hiro as he pulled back from the kiss.

"So do you," the blonde replied in a hushed voice.

They went to kiss again, daring themselves to continue even if at any moment the door could open.

It did.

And K who was leaning against the door, stumbled backwards, pulling Hiro down with him, landed hard on his arse on the bathroom floor. Hiro had caught himself so he didn't land on K.

Michael stood there surprised for a moment. But then he laughed at them uncontrollably and cheered, "Yay, I had two guards at my door! But you're both fired, you guys are clumsy."

Where did the boy come up with this stuff thought Hiro when K repeated what Michael just said to them. He chortled.

Hiro pushed himself up and offered a hand to K, who took it gratefully and rubbed his sore rump. That was way to close. How could he let himself get so distracted, he thought, chastising himself.

They had to be more careful.

Trying to calm down Michael, who still found their crash to be the most hysterical thing you'd think he'd ever seen, was too wound up to sleep. K was beginning to look a little frazzled, seeing as the boy wouldn't lay back and enjoy the story and fall asleep.

Hiro had a thought. He left momentarily and returned with his guitar.

Michael's eyes widen happily when he saw Hiro uncase his acoustic guitar and sit at the end of his bed. He told Michael to lay back and he'd play him a tune. The boy agreed and Hiro started strumming a calming tune.

Mesmerized, Michael watched Hiro's fingers skillfully move over the strings of the guitar for at least fifteen minutes. Finally his eyes got heavy, he closed them and in record time he was fast asleep.

K kissed his sons' forehead before he stood up and switched off the lamp. They left the room and K closed Michael's door.

"You're a natural Hiro," K told him earnestly.

Waving his hand at the blonde Hiro didn't think it was that sensational. Well, maybe only a teensy bit but he played it cool. He wore a smug look…damn he was a terrible liar.

K smirked at Hiro's expression, well, he should be proud of himself. Michael was never easy to get to bed and all the excitement after the bath sure didn't help. K cast a spry look at Hiro, "Well, that was embarrassing tonight."

Hiro chuckled. "Your son thinks we're a bunch of clumsy oafs now." He snickered and followed K through the large upstairs hallway. The place had about ten rooms up here including the huge bathroom. All oak doors, with brass knobs and a parquet floor, Hiro still felt like he was in a castle.

"Thank goodness that's all he thinks. I don't think he's ready to find out the truth about us quite yet," K said his voice thick with parental worry.

Hiro wasn't sure about that. Sometimes parents forget how it was to be a kid sometimes. They could be a lot smarter than their parents gave them credit for. Why at seven, Hiro remembered knowing all about where babies came from and how they were conceived. But he wasn't sure when he figured out about homosexuals or "gay" people. He didn't like that last word anyways, like some label everyone stamped on them. Love was all that mattered anyways.

"You seem to be in deep thought. Don't you agree with me?" K looked puzzled at Hiroshi.

"I'm not sure. I was just thinking," expressed the brunette dropping his thoughts suddenly. He wasn't ready to have a debate with K just yet. K didn't seem up to it either and led him down the crescent-shaped stairway, into the sitting room. Hiro flopped himself down on a creamy leather couch. He spied the 60' LCD TV hanging on the wall and Judy's amazing stereo system. There was another sofa across from the mirrored coffee table and a few professionally placed chairs and plants. The room was tall and a stunning white, Judy sure did well for herself he thought.

"Nice room, huh? Completely changed since I was here last," K said and asked, "Wanna drink or something?"

Hiro thought he'd kill for a beer and told K that. He stretched out on the couch and looked up at the ceiling. "Ahh!" There was that butler dude, Leon, looking down at him. Hiro sat up quickly, startled to say the least.

"I'm off for the night," the man told him.

Hiro blinked at him, he wasn't sure what he just said.

K walked into the room, "What's up?" the blonde asked Leon.

The butler repeated what he said to Hiro and K nodded. Cool, they'd have the place to themselves, he thought. They watched the short, dark-haired man leave quietly out the front door.

"Fucking guy scared me," Hiro cursed after they were alone.

"Yeah, he's creepy," K agreed, "I'll never understand why Judy keeps the man, but I ran a security check on him years ago. He's clean," K said handing Hiro a cold beer. Holding his own beer, K sat down next to him.

Thank goodness for that Hiro thought, and relaxed sipping his brew. He picked up the remote for the television. "Anything good on?"

"Let's watch a movie," K offered and got up to hunt through Judy and Michael's collection. "Lots of kiddy movies here, um…oh, ever see Marathon Man? Great movie, this guys' brother is a special agent dealing with some old Nazi's. Only they kill him and go after his brother who makes the villain swallow his diamonds. I love it! Or…oh, how about something funny?"

Hiro was busy flipping channels on the super cool television that offered everything including Japanese subtitles. Woo! There were tons of channels; he didn't know where to start. But his surfing stopped when he came across a porn channel.

K stopped looking at the movies, his eyes glancing at a man and woman doing the wild thing on the set. "Hiro," he chirped, breaking into a silly grin, looking back at his lover.

The look on K's face was priceless; Hiro chuckled and said, "You can't tell me you've never watched porn."

"Of course…just, not with anyone else," K admitted coolly.

"I don't see the big deal. Hmm, maybe I'll just see what else there is," Hiro said mischievously, thoroughly enjoying K's reactions as he advanced the channels and found that there was more porn to be found—lots of it in fact, all within a block of channels. He grinned naughtily. "Oh. What's this, gay porn?" Hiro chimed, where two really hot guys were going at it on the TV now.

Who cared about watching movies, K thought, this was undeniably more interesting. A smarmy grin came to his face as one guy on the TV, dressed only in army boots, started sucking off another guy wearing only a cowboy hat. K looked over at Hiro, who was looking over at him and patted his lap.

Grinning naughtily, K left his beer on the coffee table and crawled over to Hiro, on his hands and knees. Upon reaching the low-seated sofa where Hiro was, K laid the side of his head on his lover's lap, almost on his groin; nestled between Hiro's knees and watched the show. There was no question Hiro was turned on; he could feel it against his cheek.

It was so cute to see K all curled up to him this way. He pet over K's head and worked off the elastic tie so he could freely play with his hair.

"Mmm…" K sighed, feeling Hiro's finger twirling a lock of his hair around his finger.

The couple on show changed position, the scene done in an outdoor setting. The guy in the army boots was braced against a tree and other guy in the cowboy hat was giving it to the man, doggy style. Their animalistic groans pouring from the television, Hiro turned the volume down quickly.

K and Hiro swallowed thickly as they watched.

"You watch this stuff often?" K asked, seeing as Hiro seemed so easy about it.

"Hmm, I can't remember the last time I watched it. I've been too busy with you," Hiro offered playfully. "But it's hot, when it's not corny and stuff."

K made a sound of agreement.

Hiro switched the channel; it stopped on a uniformed guard getting it on with a hot redhead.

"Oooo…public," both of them went.

They chuckled.

Hiro thought this was kind of cool. Couples should be able to do dirty things like this and not feel weird or embarrassed. In fact, this was freaking hot, it was fun being naughty and having someone to share it with. "I would never be able to keep it up in a public place, or for a porno movie," Hiro divulged quietly.

"Me either," K agreed, stroking Hiro's leg with his hand. "Too much pressure…I like my sex life private thank you very much."

Hiro laughed. "But what about, I don't know…a washroom or an office?"

"Hmm, maybe...it's still behind doors."

Watching the girl get drilled by a well endowed guard, K felt Hiro's cock, twitch under his cheek. "I felt that," K said to Hiro who was still playing with his hair.

Hiro grinned. "So what are you waiting for?" he purred sexily.

K couldn't help himself and rubbed his cheek over Hiro's crotch. His lover sighed and flexed his hips. Positioned so perfectly, K tore into the pants in front of him; undoing the button and zipper…he released Hiro's length from the layers of clothing. K didn't hesitate and took the whole thing into his mouth.

"Oh, yeah!" Hiro hissed, jolted by sudden engulfment. Blue eyes looked up at him devilishly.

K wriggled his tongue as he sucked. But his hands were tugging down at the pants, which were hard to move since Hiro was sitting down. He wanted to taste everything. Stopping what he was doing, K pulled each pant leg off Hiro's foot and pulled him closer to the edge of the couch, spreading his naked legs.

Both completely forgot about the porno on TV.

"Go lower," Hiro demanded breathlessly, spreading his legs even wider.

K gave Hiro a naughty sneer. He loved when Hiro asked for the things he wanted. It turned him on even more. Placing his hands on the inside of the brunette's thighs, K leaned in and sucked lower, tugging softly with his lips and lapping with his tongue.

"Unnn!" uttered the brunette and grasped his lover's hair.

The sounds Hiro made were so sweet! K got off just listening to them. "You're such a sexy thing," K purred, as he sat back just to view his young lover, half naked. He ran a hand over Hiro's nicely healed stab injury and slipped it up, under his shirt. Hiro had such a tight, smooth stomach which tightened as his hand roved over it. He loved touching him.

"Let me taste you," Hiro pleaded.

K stood up, between Hiro's legs and started to unbuckle his pants. Unable to resist, Hiro let his hands run up the sides of K's legs and daringly brushed them between his legs.

The blonde sighed.

"I want you to come up here," Hiro said and sat back against the couch.

Hiro was being extra naughty tonight, K thought. If Hiro sat there like that and he stood up on the couch, it meant he could control the pace, and the force of the thrusts into Hiro's mouth.

"That is really dirty, Hiroshi," K advised. Maybe Hiro would change his mind.

"Nah, nah," went Hiro, "Just don't choke me."

Dear god, K thought as he stood up on the couch, feet on either side of Hiro's legs and hunkered low enough for the brunette to taste him.

It was a weird position to see, but Hiro knew what he was doing. He wanted K to enjoy some dirty action…he opened wide, flicking his tongue out and over K's tip.

"Ahhh yea…" sighed K, looking down to watch himself disappearing inside Hiroshi's warm, wet mouth.

Hiro relaxed his throat, inviting K to take control. K cursed a long string of pleasurable words as he leaned in more, held the back of the couch with his hands, and pumped his hips gently.

K could feel Hiro's teeth gliding over his shaft. "So fucking good…"

Hiro's eyes watered and he suppressed the urge to gag. He just gripped onto K's ass harder, letting his throat and mouth be taken. K was definitely too long and thick to be fully swallowed.

The blonde pulled out and watched Hiro gasp for air, his eyes wet with tears, but the brunette smiled at him naughtily as he caught his breath.

"Let's fuck," K growled passionately at him.

"We need lube," Hiro informed and watched K jump off the couch and into the kitchen. He came back with a bottle of olive oil. "Oh, what are we cooking?" questioned the brunette jokingly.

"You," K purred.

Hiro snickered.

Positioning himself, Hiro turned around, his hands on the back of the couch. His knees were planted in the soft cushions below as he waited for K to take him. K, who didn't bother to remove his clothes, steadied himself behind his lover. Pouring some oil on his fingers he rubbed over Hiro's entrance and slipped in a slick finger.

"Oh, Claude…" whimpered Hiroshi.

"I never get tired of hearing you say that," whispered the blonde and slipped in an additional finger.

"Unnn…please take me," begged Hiro.

Removing his fingers, K added a little oil to himself. He pressed into his sweet lover.

Both cried out.

"I love fucking you," K swore, his long body positioned behind Hiro. He started to thrust into the man.

Holding the leather couch in a vice-grip, Hiro felt K filling him, torturing him so good! His body accommodated K so perfectly, each thrust prodding his prostrate. He couldn't stop as he mouth fell open and he panted with each plunge.

"Harder Blondie"

"Like this?"

"Harder!"

"Dirty boy..."

"Your dirty boy!"

"OH HIROSHI!"

"OH K!"

Both men climaxed, their cries drowning out the ones on the television set. K clung onto the back of Hiro, not wanting to leave the man's warmth.

Hiro panted, sweat glistening on his forehead. He looked up and startled as a shadow moved on the other side of the window. "There's someone outside!" he cried and scrambled off of K to find his pants.

But K was already flying over the couch and yanking the sheer curtains fully open. No one was there. "I saw it too!" he cried. He ran to the front entrance, doing up his pants and tore open the door. He ran outside in his socks.

Hiro wasn't sure if he should follow K, but fuck that. If there was a peeping tom, Hiro wanted to have a go at him too! He was sure he saw a shadow on the other side of the window but he couldn't tell if it was. Hiro ran outside in his socks too. He looked left and right, K wasn't anywhere to be seen.

He felt like he was playing cops and robbers again, but this time they were hunting for a real bad guy. Hiro didn't think calling out for K was wise, so he went right of the house and looked around the corner.

There was nothing.

"Whatever it was, they're gone now."

Almost jumping out of his skin, Hiro looked back at K, his eyes wide. "Oh, it's just you," Hiro panted, "Who was it?" he questioned, demanding his heart to calm down.

"I dunno, probably just a cat. Could be some tabloid reporter," K mentioned coolly, "Come on you shouldn't be out here."

Hiro scoffed, "I was worried about you. And I'm not just going to let some pervert get off easy."

K laughed, "I'm trained for this kind stuff, your not. You could get hurt."

Fixing his eyes on K, Hiro stated rather haughtily, "I'm a big boy…Daddy."

"Oh, ok…I see how it's going to be," K said indignantly at Hiro's smarmy remark. He put an arm around Hiro's shoulder and led him back to the house. "You may be a big boy Hiro, but I still worry about you. All I want is for you to be happy and safe. After what happened in Toronto…I don't know what I'd do if anyone ever hurt you again. You or Michael."

Suddenly Hiro felt ashamed of himself. "I'm sorry for being a smart ass."

K chuckled softly and stopped them at the front door that still hung wide open. He looked around the yard once more. "Don't worry your pretty head about it. Come on lets go to bed. Michael gets up bright and early."

"But, do you think its ok now?"

Waving his hand, K replied, "Sure…whoever that was has taken off. Nosey reporters." K led Hiro into the house, but he locked the door behind them and then he set the alarm.