Author's Note:
Wow, this is taking a long time to write. I had about a fifth of it done in an alternate version where K actually manages to have a phone conversation with A.F. after stealing someone's phone. But I thought it was stupid so I ctrl+a and then deleted it. Plus, my original story is very distracting. It's about vampires! But they don't sparkle... even though they are very gay with each other. Of course, our favorite villain is the true star throughout it. In that book everything about A.F. is revealed. Where's he's from, what he is, the limit of his powers, why he does what he does. Everything. But enough about that, you've come here to read Abusive Heart, and I shall deliver.
Chapter 11- Reload
New York. Unlike Japan, when I walk around with a loaded gun on these streets, no one seems bothered. One time a cop asked me what I was doing with a high-powered assault rifle. I flashed my old credentials and he continued on his way. Here, the most cunning win. That's why I make friends with captured street criminals, they can be trusted. The only difference between the CEO at the top of the building and the pot dealer in a jail cell is that the pot dealer isn't cruel enough. Too honest. He was caught. But if you can get your smile to shine as bright as your gun, you will survive. More than that, you will be successful... My kinda town.
People think being a band manager is a sweet deal. All the money and girls without the paparazzi. The sweet life. Me, I live for excitement and danger. After being a secret service agent, the only thing that could satisfy my burning hunger was a job as a band manager. I can't lie, the money is nice. Though, with my latest clients, girls don't ever really come into the picture. Hahaha! It's not easy, I've found reasons to unload a clip or two. In Japan, it was simple enough to fire a couple warning shots, they ran like pussies, shitting themselves as they went. Here, gun fire is a part of life.
"Hey honey, was that loud bang a car backfiring?"
"No, I think it was our neighbor being shot in the head."
"Oh. Well that's too bad. He was expecting a child. We should bake his new widow a cake."
No one's bothered by any of that shit now. With websites like 4chan in existence, kids see gore that would make you shit when they're just out of the crib and onto the laptop. They see the kind of stuff that will either turn them into a mass murder, or a fat slob who jacks off to Japanese girls puking on each other. Sick, right? Well no one ever said reality was pretty. I'm willing to bet that if you're living with a twelve year old boy right now (son, brother, cousin, etc.), he has masturbated in every room of your house. Every room.
Don't like thinking about that? No problem, ha ha ha! Just think about me and what I do. Loving family, good job, but I still fuck a sixteen year old keyboardist. Age is only a number, right? Whatever, I don't really care. So long as it makes my cock feel good, I'll do it. I even remember when we started:
"K, K!" Little Fujisaki came bursting into my Japanese hotel room. His face was red and he kept squirming his thin legs.
"What is it? What's wrong?" I asked and closed my laptop. I had been watching porn. Hey, boys will be boys, right? I wanted to finish, but I could tell Fujisaki was extremely upset. So I sat there, patiently, while my raging hard on threatened to burst through my pants.
"I was just coming back late to the studio with Hiro, when we saw Yuki and Shuichi in the recording studio?"
"So? Shuichi has to finish some lyrics and Yuki was probably there to pick him up. Is this why you're wasting my time?"
"No, K, no! It's just... what Yuki and Shuichi were doing. Awful horrible things! Gah, two men! Two men, can you believe it? Disgusting?"
"Love is love, Fujisaki. Accept and welcome it or just keep your mouth shut. Don't be so quick to judge. Next time, when you hear two voices moaning and grunting behind a shut door, don't go peeping." I stood up to open the door and show him the way out, but he didn't move. Just kept staring at his feet, all the while his legs were fidgeting.
"Hiro was also there..." Turning around, I studied his small frame and could feel my cock grow harder. "He saw... And then... he touched me."
"Where?" That was all I could ask, and honestly all I wanted to know.
"He put his hands down my pants... He did other things to me. Putting me on my knees, he made me open my mouth and taste him. Taste his cum."
"Shut up," I cut him off. The idea of thrusting myself into his darkest of holes and letting his tight asshole gobble up my cock was more than I could bear. Looking up, I gave him a chilling smile and said, "Did you like it?"
"What? Mr. K, I don't know if I-"
"Don't play dumb," I turned to Fujisaki and began to creep towards him. "You let him get in your pants, just like you let me shove his cock in your ass. Ha, ha! Look at how much you're blushing! Not only did you let him, but you loved it." Grabbing his shoulders, I forced a rough kiss on his lips.
He pushed me off and moan, "No, K. Please don't. Not two in one day." He was already panting and tiny beads of sweat had already begun to clump together on his smooth skin.
Sliding my hand underneath his shirt and feeling his chest, I whispered, "If you enjoyed Hiro's tiny dick, you should love my super-sized, American combo-meal I have saved up for you."
"Please, K, you don't understand. His cum is still in me. I can barely stop it from leaking out and wetting my briefs."
"So let it out. Let it dribble all over your legs so that the hot cum runs down your thigh. And then let me fuck you."
I began to undo his pants. "K... please, ugh, no."
Sliding a finger into his hole, I began to wiggle it around, "But can't you feel that? Your ass is hungry for more."
"No, ugh, ye- no. Mmmn. Please yes, no." He was struggle with the words as I drove my fingers deeper into him. With my other hand, I unbuckled my belt and let my pants fall to my ankles. Grabbing him, I rubbed the head of my dick against his hole. "K," he said, his pitifully youthful eyes seemed to stare right through me, "I have loved you for a long time. Please be gentle with me, I'm still sore."
And the rest of our fateful first time, well I'm sure your filthy, perverted minds can figure out what happened next.
And now that same boy is back at our American hotel room praying for my safety. If he's that worried, he shouldn't have gotten so involved. He knows how dangerous my line of work is at times. For example, here I am now, standing outside of an old theater where the last person saw Eiri Yuki. God knows what I might find in this theater.
The first thing I notice is the front door. Totally undamaged, but fresh cigarettes litter the top steps. I checked it out, the theaters been out of commission for the past twenty years. The butts couldn't more than a couple days old.
Jogging back down the steps, my eyes scan the filthy yard that surrounds the theater. Sealed in the mud is the print of a man's shoe. I decided to circle, and on the right, back side, I came across a window that was slightly ajar, and there are hand prints in the dust.
Not having the time or need to risk breaking a leg, I ran back to the front. Pulling out my gun, I kicked open the door and aimed into the darkness.
Streams of light filtered by the dusty windows trickled into the foyer. Pushing through the large, wooden doors, I gasped when I saw the theater.
A huge metal mess had collapsed onto the stage, not to mention the bodies that littered the floor. Holding my gun close to my side, I knelt over and examined one of the bodies. He was a real bloody pulp. Someone had put in a little extra time on his face. Holding up his fingernails, I found them to be filthy. Little bits of wood was caked in between the nail and the skin, suggesting he comes from somewhere with a lot of moisture to soak the air. I looked down at his boots. Dark muck that looked like algae hugged the soles.
"Ugh."
Jumping up, I pulled my gun on him and held it steady. "Who are you?" I shouted out the question, still not sure if I had really heard him groan.
"Help me. Hurts. So much."
"Did a blond man do this to you? His eyes? Did he look like he might be Asian?"
The man struggled to try to get to his feet but collapsed in his efforts. "Fuck. That is one pissed off author."
Author. So it was Yuki-san that had dealt out all this damage. "Do you know where he was going? Did you tell him where they're holding Shu-chan?"
"Livingston street. Dock B. Pier thirty-three. Go there. The boss can deal with you both," he choked out a weak laugh. "Fuck, ugh, it hurts so bad. I just wish I would die already."
A single shot pumped into the back of his skull and I had shut him up and granted his last wish on Earth. I now knew where I needed to go. Don't worry, Yuki, I'm on my way. And Fujisaki, shit, I love him, just as much as he loves me. For Shuichi, I'll rush into hell with Yuki, and for Fuji-kun, I'll make sure to come back out alive.
After Note:
Sorry, once again, for the long absence, but this chapter was a real pain in the ass. First of all, I had to write for a character that I'm not used to doing. Second, I almost always hate first person POV, I have no idea why I wrote this chapter in it. Same sort of thing happened with the KxFuji pairing. I guess K-san is just unpredictable when I write him, lol. Something that you total Gravitation fans out there might get. In the flash back, Fujisaki comes to K after seeing Yuki and Shuichi do it, and having Hiro fondle him up. Well, you may be familiar with the doujin, MegaMix Capybara. Well, that's what happens. If you haven't seen it, look it up, it's tasty. Also, happy holidays from Allen Frost! I made K into a bit of a detective in honor of the new Sherlock Holmes movie, which I plan to take my boyfriend to. Until then, I'm planning a sort of a gay movie day with some friends. I'm great friends with a lesbian who has a great little girlfriend, and I want Me, my boyfriend, and them to all get together, bring a bunch of movies, sit on the couch and rot our brains. Well, just wanted to catch you up on everything. See you next chapter!
(P.S. Sorry for another short chapter, but I did really try on this one D:)