Genji's breath came out burning hot against the skin meeting his face, fighting the urge to simply turn his head an inch to the right and take something of a tender nibble out of the woman's body that lay beneath him, the two of them bent over the course sheets of a bed that was only oftentimes considered for sleeping. Unable to bite at her, such a thing would often get him in trouble with the stooges running these places, he merely barred his teeth, a growl escaping him as his fingers closed tighter along the wench's sides, lifting himself back up to his feet while releasing a hearty groan, the women beneath him leaving only trace amounts of moans, having partaken in such activities long enough to be rather bored by them.
Genji frowned as he shoved his pelvis against her backside, coming to a stop, panting heavy as he released a hand from her hip, rubbing it instead along her back as he muttered beneath hot breaths, "C'mon, a little enthusiasm would go a long way, dear. Make me know you're down there."
The wench sighed, her face turning as she thought of how to accommodate the request, leaving Genji with a sigh, shaking his head, "You know, if they quit taking tips at the door, it would make you all work a little harder."
She rolled her eyes while practicing something that resembled sultry moans, despite the man behind her not moving, leaving Genji to shake his head, peering over toward a clock on the wall, frowning once again as he recognized his waning time. He returned to his wench, pulling himself from within her before bending down and taking her knees, forcibly spinning her onto her back, eliciting a shocked cry from her as he did so, earning her an intrigued glance from her current client.
"Ah, so that's it," he cocked a grin, his hand stroking himself by his length to keep him primed while his free hand pulled her to the edge of the mattress, leaving her ass nearly hanging off before he returned to her depths, falling forward as he caught himself with an outstretched arm at her side, "I'm running out of time, darling, and I can't take it when my ladies don't let me know they're feeling something."
The look on her face showed slight hesitation from his previous action, though it turned to something far more in the way of shock as Genji reached up to take a ravenous clutch at her nipple between two fingers, forcing a sudden, loud gasp as she threw her hands up to grab at his wrist, trying to push him away. He pulled away his arm with a chuckle, shooting her a devious wink.
"Only a matter of time before I find out what gets a woman off," he muttered with a cocky air accompanying a smarmy sort of grin, taking her once again by the hips as he threw his crotch into her, closing his eyes solemnly as she began to moan louder than she had been, more likely due to how he'd escalated the situation.
Inevitably, the pads of his fingers that rode her haunches as her body waved back and forth in waves turned into his claws, sending another frightful cry into the air as Genji groaned aloud appreciatively, shaking his head incredulously at how much further his enjoyment had come from a moment ago. He fell forward, just catching himself above his wench as she gasped in surprise, staring down at the top of his head as Genji took a generous nibble out from her breast, her voice shooting into the air as the sharp sensation coalesced with the searing pumping along her gut.
She threw her hands up over her head, clutching the sheets as tight as she could, withdrawn to merely riding out the experience as Genji took her very body, a satisfied moan leaving him, burning her skin as his head fell between her breasts while he emptied himself within her, remaining there for a brief moment before sliding back down her body, well aware of his time limit despite having just lost himself in such an illicit pleasure.
"Fuck," he gasped with empty breath, meagerly pushing himself back up onto his feet as the wench simply remained laying atop the bed, her own body recovering, as he grinned down at her, "Told you."
He strode toward where he'd bunched up his pants, reaching into his pocket and, feigning graciousness, tossed a hefty coin over onto the bed as his torso fell back slightly in examining his work, "Another one satisfied, huh?"
He chuckled to himself as he reached over to return his clothes back onto his body when a violent knock came to the door, earning a quickly frightful glance from Genji. The wench, for her part, suddenly lifted her head, pushing her body back up against the headboard to keep away from the door as far as she could, though Genji threw a passive hand into her direction, gesturing for her to remain where she was. He carefully stepped backward toward the door, grasping a cheap-looking candlestick from the table, reaching a ginger hand toward the doorknob and whipping the wooden barrier open, immediately dropping his arms and head at the sight of his brother, Hanzo's severely unenthused face sure to remain high toward the ceiling.
"You done?" he asked as Genji bit back a curse on his way back toward the table.
"Fuck, brother! You nearly gave me a fright!" Genji shouted, albeit with a held back tone, "You know how many brothel-bearers knock down a door for one second over time?!"
Hanzo rolled his eyes as he took a step inside, "Well I didn't see anybody out there. I never needed to be versed on brothel etiquette; I only ever enter them when I'm needing to recover my first mate."
"Well, one of these days," Genji bit back, sliding his underwear up his legs, "Your timing will be far worse than you'd ever expect, brother."
Hanzo shot back a equally severe stare from earlier, "I think that works far more in your disadvantage, Genji."
"Fuck off," Genji charged, shaking his head, "While you're hear, be a good brother and pay her; I only had a single coin on me, I had to leave the rest to get in."
Hanzo took a pithy glance toward the cowering woman atop the bed before returning a heated glance toward his brother, "Genji, how am I supposed to get anywhere with you fucking away all of my money?"
His brother shrugged, "We could always fight our way through the bouncers."
The older of the two frowned, reaching into his pocket with a near-inaudible groan, pulling out a handful of coins and counting them before taking a few steps toward the bed, causing the wench to recoil. He didn't bother reassuring her, though as he rested a portion of his coins on the bed, he reached for the single doubloon that Genji had left, whipping a serious glance toward his brother.
"The fuck, Genji, this one's fake," he accused with a biting tone, "You seriously have a death wish, don't you?"
Genji, turned away, cocked a knowing grin, "Hey, it's served me well. What's it you always say, brother? Keep your best weapons at your side at all times?"
Grumbling as he returned to the door, Hanzo shot back with a even tone, "I just wish you'd keep one of them between your legs at all times."
Unable to help himself, Genji cocked another grin as he strapped up his belt, bouncing toward the door as he worked his boots on one at a time, leaving his wench with a playful wink before backing out through the door, pulling it closed and following his brother while fixing his shirt.
As they left the brothel, the bright sun encroached upon Genji's sight, his hand quickly reaching up to shield himself from its light as he followed Hanzo into the San Franciscan crowd, thinking it must have increased in size since they'd come ashore just an hour ago. He quickly ducked and threw himself out of people's way while Hanzo simply walked along, swiftly pulling himself from side to side only when necessary.
"I don't understand, Genji," he sighed with a shake of his head, "I spend so much time and energy maintaining you on top of everything else I have going on within the Shimada Company. When are you going to end these childish pursuits?"
Genji smirked, "Well there's nothing childish about-"
A stern look from his brother ended his correcting, though he went on, "Brother, you've seen as many dead men as I have in my life. I don't understand you go about life failing to live. We're only given a single body in this life; who knows when you might lose it?"
"That's why we aspire to attain that which lasts," Hanzo instructed with a haughty air, "Serenity, tranquility, reverence, respect; these are things we're brought to this earth to acquire, not flimsy pursuits of the flesh."
Genji sighed with weakening shoulders, shaking his head, "You don't get it brother."
"That money I just left for that whore of yours?" Hanzo spoke with a venomous breath, his head whipping toward his brother, "That could have gone back home to help our people. When I started this company, it was to put nourishment into the bodies of my compatriots, not so my brother could expel from his own body. One of these days, if you don't learn, Genji, my patience will only wear so thin."
His brother scoffed, "Like you'd ever send me away. I'm the best damn first mate this side of the globe; you'd spend more money retaining five men that'd be doing the same work I perform. If I'm constantly serving you, brother, to the best of my ability, I see no reason…serving the women of the cities we come ashore as well. You know my attention is only upon your company, brother."
"Sadly," Hanzo sighed, "What you say is true."
Genji chuckled, reaching an arm around his brother's shoulders, "What is that- Yin and yang, right? We're two sides of one coin, brother. You'll never live your life, and hey, I can respect that; some people have to work, it's in them to never step away. I think it's-"
"And you'll never grow up," Hanzo charged in retort, earning a grin from his brother.
Genji patted his brother's arm from around his shoulders, "If you keep waiting to grow, brother, one day, those years run out. Given our line of work, I'd rather live now when we risk dying tomorrow."
"Then you should pray I don't perish as fruitlessly as you seem to wish for yourself," Hanzo groaned with a pithy voice.
His brother merely laughed as he returned his arm to his aide, sliding it back across Hanzo's back before examining the crowd surrounding them, ebbing and flowing through the packed streets of San Francisco. Noticing his cuff slightly out of place, Genji went about fixing it as the two brothers made their way down toward the pier of the bay, their massive flagship prominently displayed in its waters.
While Captain Jack Morrison had ventured as far as his reputation could have possibly gone with a wife and child, as well as an affinity for his crewmen, the Shimada Company had taken over the Pacific in an elative storm of fiscal conglomeration of other, smaller fleets and individual ships. Hanzo Shimada, it's deadpan founder, would go into ports and buy the services of smaller Companies, eventually working them into his own fleet where shares were divvied up, coming with that the promise of brighter futures instead of the drab existence of working alone. Captain Morrison didn't exactly seek out fortune, that same reputation only leading him to a comfortable living, though he had earned the loyalty of enough businesses along the American coast to present himself as a sizable thorn in Hanzo's side, a man who sought to make the entire Pacific Rim a free-flowing trade system underneath one banner.
His meager beginnings weren't often spoken of, as his proud exterior hardly ever regaled anybody in the way of personal anecdote. He and his brother, the free-spirited Genji, came from a proud family that had spent generations upon the earth, among acres of enchanting farmland that supported them. After a drought, their eldest, Hanzo, was tasked with being sent out to beginning fishing to supplement the family's waning stores of rice and grain, ultimately frowning his single fishing boat into a rather profitable venture along the whole coast of Japan.
Forever seeking the sort of recognition that might outlive him, Hanzo continued to expand upon his horizons, taking up small fleet after small fleet until he'd amassed the second largest enterprises in the hemisphere, overseeing it from his flagship, the mighty Hanamura, his trading lines taking him on entire circumnavigating excursions on occasion, though he preferred to remain in the Pacific, the largest and most powerful sea to conquer, he thought.
While building his empire, his brother, on the other hand, was left home in Japan, carousing and leaving his talents toward the arts, be it the martial arts or art in general, seen as more of a vagabond by his family than a man on anything resembling a mission. Then, after his presenting of a piece of music for his father was severely rejected, he began a gradual decline toward bar-hopping and womanizing, quickly leading his family toward the bitter path of disowning him, lest he bring with him his lot of illegitimate children. Slightly begrudgingly, Hanzo took his brother under his wing, though it did little to quell Genji's more worldly passions.
The younger of the two took to seafaring like a man having been born in the ocean itself, quickly proving to be a world-class crewman, having been inspired by the ocean waves, the salty air, and the myriad of cities they would visit; in a sense, the most aimless existence offered him a direct path to happiness, and he thrived in the environment, earning him a spot right beside his brother aboard the Hanamura itself, though Hanzo often continued to discourage any behavior that might bring shame upon his enterprise. Hanzo loved his brother, regardless.
"You say your job is always at the front of your mind," Hanzo challenged with an unmoving face, "What have we on deck?"
Genji chuckled as if preparing to prove his worth underneath his brother's very nose, whipping out a slip of paper with a copy of their charter scrawled across its wrinkled slate, "Looks like a couple pallets of lumber from up north, a dozen barrels of whiskey, a collection of trinkets from the eastern seaboard, and some cargo from Toronto with an assortment of animal skins and iron ore. Your influence is spreading over land, brother!"
"Yes, it is," Hanzo nodded with an austere expression, "With my network, it's almost as quick to travel across this continent and ship across the Pacific than the Atlantic. Plus, there's the matter of protection; no one would ever dare to strike a ship with the Hanamuran insignia emblazoned across its banners. Safe, cheap, and-"
He eyed Genji with a fierce stare, his brother laughing mutely to himself as his elder brother admonished him, "You truly have the worst mind, Genji."
"I'm sorry, brother! Your wording had me achuckle!" Genji assured childishly, waving his brother off, "Come on, give me another test of loyalty that I'm sure to pass. You want me to recite your pledge while balancing on one foot? Do you need the manifest? I've got that tucked away along with the invoice. Come on!"
Hanzo groaned at his brother's all-too-proud display of his greatness, rather preferring his younger brother had heeded what they'd been taught as children. As he prepared to chide his brother with the same tone as their father, Hanzo's face turned into a scowl, enough that his brother immediately noticed, Genji peering along the busy pathway to find what had suddenly stolen his brother's ire. Sure enough, through the mass of heads and covered shoulders, Genji made out the unmistakeablly pre-lightened hair of Captain Morrison, his lips curling into a smirk as he pulled his head over to his brother.
"What are we gonna do?" he asked, hiding a snicker, "I say we break his legs- keep him from going anywhere."
Hanzo shot his brother a stare, "We're not doing anything, Genji."
His voice grew heated, "We're not animals. Just because we are competitors doesn't mean we-"
As the two of them strode past the Captain, Genji swiftly pushed his body to the side, more or less throwing his shoulder into Morrison's own shoulder, sending the two of them off their gait, Genji turning on his heel to face him with outstretched arms, "Hey! What gives?!"
Jack composed himself as he watched Genji with dark eyes, though it wasn't him who spoke up in defense of the man's action. Hana quickly jumped forward with a closed fist, baring her teeth as she sought to take the challenge he must have presented.
"Right back at ya, jackass!" she shouted angrily, "I saw that!"
Genji shrugged off her anger, ignoring her as he continued addressing Captain Morrison, "Still trouncing around with this inbreed, are you?"
Without a moment's hesitation, Hana launched herself toward Genji, though Jack was just as quick to grasp her shoulder, pulling her back into place as she snarled, angrily, leaving Jack to speak up with a low, authoritative voice, "Please don't harangue my crewmen, Shimada."
Hanzo remained still. Jack already expected him to do so; he had already noticed that, while he was a no-nonsense Commodore, when it came to the Splitstream's crew, Hanzo would often take a while longer to stop his brother's untoward behavior. Jack simply held his officer back, attempting to prevent escalation, though Genji wasn't making it easy.
He aimed a sneer down toward Hana, "How is the mainland treating you dogs?"
Hana threw herself against her Captain's restraint, leaving Genji to chuckle as he turned his eyes toward Morrison, "Better keep a leash on her, Captain, you wouldn't want her making a mess of your already run-down vessel."
His head turned up toward Angela, her failing to get lost in the crowd meaning she was accompanying the two Splitstream sailors, his lips curling rather politely as he spoke up, "You didn't mention a new sailor, Morrison. First that wife of yours, and now- You'll have to tell me where you find all these fine pieces of-"
With a pounce of a lion, Jack jerked his body toward Genji while still holding Hana away, grabbing the Shimada man by the collar and yanking him close to his face with gritted teeth, Jack's voice hit with fury, "If you end that sentence, I'll end your life."
He barely felt the sharp point of Hanzo's sword slid through the two men's arms and pressed against his neck, ready to slice a hole into Jack's artery at the slightest provocation. Genji chuckled at his brother's ability to assert leverage in this way, already feeling the Captain release his grip from his collar.
"Now, now, lets be civil," Genji instructed with outstretched arms as he pulled away, taking a step back as Hanzo removed his sword from Jack's reddened skin.
The threat of having to take a life shot an insecure itch down Hanzo's spine as he slid his sword back into its sheath, grasping Genji by the shoulder and pulling him away as the younger of them smirked boyishly, "Just keep an eye on the tiny one, new girl. They breed with animals over there, you know; just look at her!"
He laughed as Hana made another desperate yank away from Morrison's clutches, though it once again proved unsuccessful. She fumed in her Captain's arms as the Shimada's tarried away as though unaffected by the encounter, despite Hana feeling as though she were ready to throw a mountain at them. She'd been biting her tongue the whole time, but as her Captain gently released her, she bolted away in a single step, spinning toward Jack with a shout.
"Why didn't you let me get them?!" she asked, angrily.
Jack eyed her seriously, shoving a thumb into his chest, "Because if anybody is going to jeopardize my ship, it will be me, not one of my crewmen. The Shimada Company could swat us out of the ocean like a fly if given any provocation; that's why the elder Shimada let Genji goad you on."
He lifted his shoulders as if to adjust his clothing, turning a wary glance over his shoulder toward his daughter, "I'm sorry you had to hear that."
She shrugged, "I mean, hey, it's not like I wasn't ever going to hear stuff like that. Better it happen now while my father's here to make sure I don't beat somebody up like Hana was liable to do just then."
Hana yanked off a small pouch that had been tied to her belt, sending its coiled rope fluttering through the air as she shoved two fingers inside its opening and grabbing a piece of candy to fill her mouth, deciding to quell her anger in such a way, though it didn't do much to help her stricken face.
"Come on, we've taken too long," Jack confirmed, waving the two along, "Let's hurry back and hope there's no more trouble, alright?"