Neko-Hiro

Chapter Ten: Anything

The minute he'd stepped out of the elevator, Nowaki's sharp ears had tuned in to the commotion going on in Tsumori's apartment. His concern for Hiro-san's safety rose with each step he took towards the door.

When he finally reached it he was prepared to break it down, if that was what he had to do to save Hiro-san. Raising one large hand, curled into a fist to pound on the door, Nowaki just as surprised as the knacker when it suddenly swung open. His eyes widened, first at the sight of the knacker andthen even more at the chaotic scene playing out behind him.

The big knacker stumbled backwards, away from the dangerous aura emanating from the tall man standing in the hallway.

"What the hell's stopping you? Go get the Taser!" Tsumori came up behind the man to see why he had ceased his movement out of the apartment. He was shocked to see Nowaki standing in his doorway.

"Kusama!" Tsumori bleated in surprise. He ran his hands through his blond hair and tugged on his shirt, trying to make himself look presentable. "How unexpected. What are you doing here?"

Nowaki wasn't going to waste any time with his senpai's charade. "Where's Hiro-san?"

"What?" Thrown off by the dark expression on the younger man's usually bright face, Tsumori was taken aback by Nowaki's question.

"Your neko, Tsumori, Kamijou Hiroki, where is he?"

Tsumori's jaw dropped. He'd never heard Nowaki speak so forcefully before.

"Who the fuck are you?" The weasely knacker had abandoned his post at the table and moved towards them.

"I'm Kusama Nowaki and I've come for Hiro-san." Nowaki's usually gentle voice was hard and menacing.

"Your pussy sure is popular," the big knacker said to Tsumori. By now he'd regained his composure. Turning back to Nowaki and he sneered, "too late, big fella, the catman is ours."

Nowaki's expression shifted rapidly, his face registering shock as what the other man told him sank in. "What are you talking about?"

"Tsumori sold the neko to us!" the weasel added.

At this announcement, Nowaki made a lunge for Tsumori. Grabbing the blond by the neck, he slammed him against the wall. "You bastard! Have they paid you yet?"

Seeing how Tsumori was gasping in his grip, Nowaki loosened his hold just slightly. "Have you signed the papers transferring ownership?"

"Nn... no," Tsumori choked, still barely able to breathe.

"How much?"

"What?"

"How much did they offer you, Senpai? I will double… No, triple whatever it is if you will sell Hiro-san to me!"

Just then, the big knacker attacked Nowaki from the back, dealing a sharp blow to his kidneys. The pain of the hit dropped Nowaki to his knees. In an instant the big knacker was on top of him.

Grabbing Nowaki by the back of the neck with one hand, with the other, the gangster seized one of the medical student's arms, twisting it up behind his back. Nowaki, who still hadn't recovered from the first blow, gasped at this new pain. He could feel the muscle straining in his arm as it was pushed up higher and knew it would not take much more pressure for it to break.

"Wait a minute here, big guy! Before you go getting all bent out of shape," the weasel laughed at his cruel pun as he nodded to his partner, who immediately increased his grip on Nowaki. "We had a deal with Tsumori."

Under the table, eyes shut tight, Hiroki had been listening to what was happening. Slitting them open, seeing Nowaki pinned beneath the big knacker, his already trembling frame shook harder. He knew that they had Nowaki at their mercy now, and the thought the knackers were hurting the one who had shown him kindness, who had tried to rescue him, was too much.

"Nowaki..." Hiroki called as he crept out from under the table. Nowaki shot him a pained smile, then winced as the big knacker gave another incremental twist to his arm. "Don't hurt him! Please!" Hiroki cried out. "I'll go with you. J-just let him go!"

The second Hiroki was fully out from under the table, before he could stand, the little knacker was on him. Grabbing Hiroki by his collar, he soon had the catman in a similar hold to the one his partner had on Nowaki. Hiroki hissed as his already stiff arm was twisted unbearably upwards.

From their positions on the floor Hiroki and Nowaki stared at each other. Both panting with pain, each was silently apologizing to the other with his eyes.

Hiroki let out a little yelp when, suddenly, the weasel lifted him up off his knees. He slammed the poor catman down, bending him over the table, pressing himself against Hiroki's backside. All the violence had excited the small knacker and the neko could feel the man's obvious arousal pressing into him. With his arms held tight, Hiroki's tail swished madly trying to push the man away.

"We were just getting ready to have some fun with this little cat bitch before you came barging in." The weasel shot Nowaki an incredibly evil grin. "But I say the more, the merrier. Maybe you'd like to watch?" As he said this, he let go of Hiroki's collar.

Keeping the pressure on the neko's arm, he used his free hand to strip Hiroki from the waist down. Hiroki couldn't help it, though he wanted to be brave in front of Nowaki, he let out a small groan of terror at the sudden exposure and the impending violation it indicated.

Tsumori had gone and shut the apartment door. Still breathing hard, he'd returned now to stand in front of Nowaki. Nowaki looked up at his senpai. His eyes watered with the increasing ache in his arm and the strong emotions that filled him, knowing what the small knacker intended to do to his Hiro-san.

Blue eyes darted frantically between the weasely knacker and Tsumori.

"Tell him to leave Hiro-san alone," Nowaki growled through his pain, his voice low and husky. "Tell them both the deal's off."

"Why the fuck would I do that after the shit you just tried to pull, Kusama?" Tsumori rasped, rubbing the deep red marks around his throat from where Nowaki had grabbed him, his voice still harsh. Pulling his hand away from his neck, purple marks were visible where it was already starting to bruise.

Nowaki watched in horror as the small knacker leered at him, as he unzipped his pants, reached inside, and pulled out his hard, and surprisingly big penis.

"Make them let Hiro-san go, Tsumori-senpai! Nowaki gasped through the pain. "Sell him to me. I will do anything…"

"I could make you do anything now." The big knacker breathed into Nowaki's ear from behind him, pushing his arm up another infinitesimal amount higher. Nowaki growled through gritted teeth, feeling his shoulder pop. Thankfully the bone in his arm did not give way.

"Yes, but that would not mean as much as if it was freely given." Ignoring the agony in his arm, Nowaki stared into Tsumori's cold eyes. "I swear, Tsumori-senpai, and you know I am an honorable man. Anything."

Tsumori searched Nowaki's tortured face for guile, and saw only truth. He leaned back grinning. "Anything?"

From across the room Hiroki cried out, "Nowaki-san, no!" His huge eyes overflowed with tears. He could not bear to see Nowaki reduced in this way.

"Anything," Nowaki repeated solemnly.

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