Ingu was feeling not exactly guilty about selling Skylar into slave labor but felt for some reason he couldn't think of that he should buy Skylar a present, so he did. His Pocky selling money was more than enough to cover it and besides, many stores would give him things 'pro boner' because he was Of the Yakuza.
So he did.
Skylar said he loved his black leather pants, and Ingu agreed fervently with him.
So they had sex. In the pants.
* * *
Chousenjou had to admit that he liked the pants, and Ingu had good taste in pants and men. But this was getting dangerous, and he told Skylar so.
"This is getting dangerous, Skylar."
"But, Chousenjou, I..." Skylar choked on all the words.
"I know you're afraid." He held Skylar close. "But I'll be with you."
Skylar felt himself being pulled, pulled from Chousenjou to Ingu back to Chousenjou and so on but he couldn't snap, not in his leather pants. So he sank into Chousenjou's embrace and it was so warm he felt protected and loved. Nothing could drag him away from this love.
"Skylar!!!"
Skylar hid his face from Ingu. Almost nothing...
* * *
"FBI huh? I should have known. Well, the FBI may be strong in Japan, but not like the Yakuza, and I'm in the Yakuza, so give me Skylar and we won't have any trouble I think." Ingu smirked but inside he was frownsy.
"You talk big, Yakuzaman. But I don't think you are...big." Chousenjou's words sent the whole room silent.
Ingu narrowed his eyes. "And just what do you think you want to prove THAT with?"
So they played DDR.
* * *
Skylar watched them dance in VS mode, his heart tubthumping. Would Chousenjou win, with his catlike grace and speed and justice? 0r would Ingu win with his speed and agility and skill? Which did he want to win could he choose he did not know.
* * *
So he did.
Skylar said he loved his black leather pants, and Ingu agreed fervently with him.
So they had sex. In the pants.
* * *
Chousenjou had to admit that he liked the pants, and Ingu had good taste in pants and men. But this was getting dangerous, and he told Skylar so.
"This is getting dangerous, Skylar."
"But, Chousenjou, I..." Skylar choked on all the words.
"I know you're afraid." He held Skylar close. "But I'll be with you."
Skylar felt himself being pulled, pulled from Chousenjou to Ingu back to Chousenjou and so on but he couldn't snap, not in his leather pants. So he sank into Chousenjou's embrace and it was so warm he felt protected and loved. Nothing could drag him away from this love.
"Skylar!!!"
Skylar hid his face from Ingu. Almost nothing...
* * *
"FBI huh? I should have known. Well, the FBI may be strong in Japan, but not like the Yakuza, and I'm in the Yakuza, so give me Skylar and we won't have any trouble I think." Ingu smirked but inside he was frownsy.
"You talk big, Yakuzaman. But I don't think you are...big." Chousenjou's words sent the whole room silent.
Ingu narrowed his eyes. "And just what do you think you want to prove THAT with?"
So they played DDR.
* * *
Skylar watched them dance in VS mode, his heart tubthumping. Would Chousenjou win, with his catlike grace and speed and justice? 0r would Ingu win with his speed and agility and skill? Which did he want to win could he choose he did not know.
* * *