Title: The Stories of You & Me

Author: Keir

Rating: M for swearing and sexual situations

The Gist of Things: A meeting between two yakuza punks in a love hotel, in which they act like perfect gentlemen.

A/N: Ahhh, another small upload this week, sorry guys. :( I have been trying to force myself to update a certain thing first but I think it needs to come more naturally; my writing sounds too forced and I don't like it. So there should be something better (aka longer!) up next week~

This little snippet is based on my yakuza AU world that I have been thinking about like a dumbface all week. This AU first came to mind in a little blurb in my "Stop, Shuffle, Resume" from the song "Lollipop Porn." XD I've rambled a bit about it on my tumblr so feel free to check it out! My username is keirdark there, but if you're worried about nsfw stuff popping up (because my tumblr is full of it!) then just search for the tag "yakuza AU." :)

ALSO! Please go and vote on c0da's author page on her poll, for the love you bear me and Equestria~ 8D You don't HAVE to vote for HxK, I guess... ;)

WARNING!: This snippet contains drug abuse! Just a heads-up for anyone who might not feel okay with reading that, though it is minimally mentioned.

Hatsuharu laid back against the sweat-soaked sheets, his body thrumming with tension. He had invited Kyou out to a love hotel to try out his gang's new line of ecstasy, said to be three times as potent as the usual.

It was living up to expectation. His body pulsed with desire, every touch intensified. Even the rub of the expensive Egyptian cotton sheets beneath him felt fucking great. He had already cum once in Kyou's mouth and he would have been ashamed of how quick it was but Kyou had cum just as fast when he had finger fucked him.

Right now his lover was riding him like there would be no tomorrow. He always liked that about Kyou: he always fucked like his life depended on it. The other man's back was to him, just the way he liked it, legs straddling his pelvis.

Across his lover's tan skin was a snarling tiger tattooed in great detail, stretching the entire length of Kyou's back and ending just above his buttocks. Hatsuharu loved to watch it move and stretch as Kyou undulated in pleasure on top of him. The inked creature was just as fearsome as the man it was tattooed on. Even now Hatsuharu swore it was staring down at him, warning that neither it nor its owner could be tamed.

Or maybe that was just the drugs talking. His toes curled against the sheets at the pleasure emanating from his cock buried in his lover's ass. He wanted to grab onto something so his hands migrated to toiling hips. He heard a rumbling snarl and could almost believe for a moment that it was the inked tiger until Kyou spoke.

"Don't touch me."

Hatsuharu's fingers dug in firm enough to bruise. "Harder."

This time he was confronted by two snarling faces as Kyou looked over his shoulder. His pupils were wonderfully dilated. "I said hands off, cocksucker!"

Hatsuharu ignored the warning again, knowing full well that he was flipping a coin. There was as much of a chance of Kyou giving in as there was of him actually deciding to beat him up, but the drugs coursing through them both seemed to tip things in his favour this time.

He bent his knees, planting his feet flat against the bed for leverage, and began really giving it to Kyou. The other man groaned, head falling back as Hatsuharu took over fucking him. The slap of flesh against flesh was brutal. Hatsuharu wanted to tear his lover open, he wanted to make it so Kyou couldn't walk without a limp, he wanted Kyou to beg for mercy. How his lover's hole could take that much abuse, Hatsuharu didn't know; a lesser man might be crying for him to stop by now, but not Kyou.

Unexpectedly, Kyou arched, giving a short, sharp cry. Hatsuharu felt fire rake up his thighs and something wet hit his foot. He didn't know whether to be grumpy or pleased that his lover had cum before him. The pelvis on top of him wiggled and ground down, and Hatsuharu let himself go.

He erupted inside Kyou, coating the other man's rectum with his seed. No matter how many times he spent himself there, he always wanted to do it more. Every time he saw the other man, the thought of wanting to delve inside was always there.

He had never wanted to fuck somebody else so much in his life.

The other man leaned forward and Hatsuharu's dick came free, slapping his own belly with a wet plop. He watched Kyou's hole spasm, unable to shrink back to its normal tightness after the reaming it had just received. Creamy white liquid began to leak from the gaping orifice and Hatsuharu couldn't help the bark of laughter that escaped him.

Unamused crimson eyes stared back at him. Broad shoulders shifted, the tiger rippling restlessly. "What?"

"You're full of my cum." Hatsuharu smiled indulgently. "What a faggot."*

Kyou snarled and lunged for him, a true tiger now. Hatsuharu had expected it and kicked lightning fast, his foot catching the other man in the chest and propelling him over the edge of the bed. Hatsuharu followed just as quickly, managing to maneuver himself behind his lover before plunging back inside. Kyou gave a guttural shout of rage before bowing his back in acceptance of the violation, fingernails clawing at anything in reach. The tiger bunched and flexed wildly. Hatsuharu had thought of getting one of his own to match. Maybe he should get a big ox to match the year of his birth. Better yet, an ox fucking a tiger. The thought made him laugh aloud and nails raked over his side, leaving long red marks to match the ones on his thighs.

–

Kyou moved rhythmically up then down, up then down. The best thing about being on top was that he could do whatever he wanted. He was in control of their coupling.

The ecstasy felt great. Everything felt fantastic; even breathing the air around them was turning him on. Earlier he had been writhing against the bedsheets, dirtying their bleached existence with his precum as Haru pumped him vigorously with his fingers. The feel of the fabric against his skin had been mind-blowing.

His hands traveled up his sensitive flesh as he thought of it, fingers tweaking his own nipples. He hissed low under his breath as he tugged at them to the point of pain, but that only made it feel even better. He wished Haru were biting them, pulling on them with his perfect white teeth.

Not that he would ever tell that imbecile anything of the kind. He was going to tell that idiot his ecstasy was shit, too.

His hands traveled back down over his torso, making his skin shiver. They paused at the top of his thighs. He stared down at his own bobbing erection, precum welling and dribbling from the tip, sliding down the underside. His hands moved down to Haru's thighs below him, rubbing back and forth as they felt the hair there. His body began moving faster and faster, fascinated by the erratic sway and swing of his cock. It stared back up at him, crying for another release, and the thought of being able to ejaculate again made his movements all the more hellbent.

Kyou's rhythm faltered as a set of hands that weren't his own came to rest on his hips. "Don't touch me," he snarled. He hated that the contact sent electric vibrations up his skin.

The fingers dug in. "Harder."

Rage started to creep into Kyou's drug-hazed mind. He hated taking orders and Haru knew it; that idiot just had to push his buttons! He looked over his shoulder, lip lifted. "I said hands off, cocksucker!"

The truth was, he was the cocksucker. Even less than an hour before he had taken Haru in his mouth, eager to fill it with stiff meat. He still remembered vividly the taste of salty cum flooding his mouth, dribbling from his lips in long, sticky strands.

The thought was enough of a distraction for Haru to get away with repositioning his legs and taking over. Slim, pale hips plunged upward beneath Kyou with amazing force. His head snapped back, a groan rumbling from his mouth.

This was nice. This was so nice. Haru's thick cock was ramming home now. Pain flared and blossomed into pleasure coursing through his body. He gasped for breath, eyes rolling back as Haru's cock jammed against his sweet spot. Raking his nails up Haru's thighs in retribution, he came. He watched with glazed eyes as his ejaculate shot from the tip of his cock all the way to Haru's foot, oozing down around his ankle. Kyou smirked at the sight, hips rocking as his orgasm finished.

Haru pulled him down tight by the hips, cumming soon after. Kyou smirked lazily as he felt the dick inside him twitch.

Not long after Haru was spent, Kyou pulled away. If he stayed too long that would make it seem like they were in some stupid, cuddly relationship, which they were not. He rested on hands and knees for a moment as his body twitched and settled down.

Until he heard Haru's abrupt laugh.

Kyou shifted on his hands and glared over his shoulder. "What?" he demanded.

Haru smiled lazily back at him. "You're full of my cum. What a faggot."

Kyou saw red. Nobody insulted him that way! He lunged but he should have known it was bait; Haru was prepared and knocked him off the bed. He landed on his back and rolled, but then his nemesis was on top of him and a thick, hard cock was ramming its way back inside him. He hadn't even realized how much his body had already missed the invasion until it was happening again. He really wanted to kick Haru's ass, but...

With a frustrated shout, he conceded. His hands tore at anything in reach, half because it felt so damn good and half because he was imagining that he was attacking Haru. Then that asshole laughed again and he lashed out blindly behind him, nails catching and ripping along delicate skin.

* - When they first did it, Kyou insisted that he wasn't "some faggot" to Haru. He insists it so often and is all hyped up about it that Haru loves to tease him. Yes, this is how Haru lovingly teases in this world. X3