There was no denying himself any longer; he had to cum. Badly.

Boma was as hard as a rock, and trapped inside his tight leather pants. And in the middle of the city, there wasn't much he could do about it; he was in a very difficult position. He sat atop a building, squatted, eyes closed, focusing on just steadying his breathing. It wasn't easy, especially after an experience like that…Boma moaned, replaying things through his mind.

It was hard too concentrate though; this was an awful state too be trying to quickly navigate his way back to his apartment. He had no idea where he'd found the mind to jump back over to this building.

His resilience was quickly falling apart, now trembling with need he fell to one arm, the other shakily making its way down between equally quivering legs, palming the significant ridge in his pants before he knew what he was doing.

'Not here…' he groaned, but his hand neither moved away nor did it stop. Even his hips had begun to shift.

Boma growled in frustration, clenching his fists, resulting in groping himself quite roughly. With a wince he stilled his movements, puffing hard and now suspended in the air by only about an inch. He'd only succeeded in exciting himself further…his face heated, feeling with his hand that a bit of that excitement had escaped him.

The werewolf opened his eyes and looked too the hospital he'd just come from. 'Someone could be watching.' He thought, feeling more heat crawl across his cheeks.

Pushing himself to his feet, he turned his sights on the rooftop he was stood upon. He couldn't see any cover where he could relieve himself if even a little. Boma even contemplated going back to Shun and…another shudder traveled up his spine. No, there was a reason he'd done this, he didn't want to take things too far, they'd only just really met after all, it was amazing it went that far, but it wouldn't be right. Besides it was hardly the place for anything more intimate. At the time, he was so caught up he'd forgotten the importance of leaving as soon as possible, so set on pleasuring the blonde to the extent he'd be too exhausted to prevent him from leaving again. Unfortunately, he hadn't quite thought on how he was going to make it back with a full-blown erection.

Boma considered his chaff, but wasn't sure he could keep his wits about him to maintain it. His stash was hitting critical levels, so it may just prove to be a waste in the end.

Images of Shun spread so deliciously underneath him, panting, writhing, wanting more, crossed his vision without warning. His head lulled back and his hand traveled southward once again. A car horn sounding from the streets below shocked him back to reality before he could loose himself again.

Cock literally throbbing in its confines now, Boma searched the nearby rooftops frantically. Eventually spotting with a spark of delight the entrance too a confined staircase on the roof of the neighboring building.

His pupils dilating wide with animalistic hunger, Boma quickly found the ability to rush over at an unanticipated rate. He threw the door open and slammed it hard behind him. It was disgusting inside, Boma had hoped for its condition to have at least been in better shape. It stank of sour piss and vomit, his heightened senses picking it up all too well, even as clouded with lust as he was. Dirt and grime all over the walls and floor, but god damn it, it would have to do.

He leant back against the door, quickly working to undo his belt and pants, shoving them down his thighs, as his weeping cock sprang forth. Boma hissed as he wrapped both hands around himself, one holding the base as the other quickly began a steady rhythm up and down.

Wanting it to be done with as soon as possible, Boma rapidly worked his battle-hardened fist across the shaft, running his thumb through the slit to collect liquid the that quickly built there to lubricate his strokes. His head flung back and hit hard against the door, but his mind was too overwhelmed to register the sharp pain, he didn't hold back in the least, not caring to muffle his loud moans as they echoed down the tall staircase.

Boma pictured Shun, bent over and crying out his name as he fucked him without mercy, biting into the back of his neck hard enough to draw blood. He squeezed his eyes shut, sliding down the door and landing on wide-spread knees, his hips spastically thrusting into his firm grip, now with both hands working his hardness. Sweat poured down his forehead, his moans quickly turning into passion filled cries which were rising in pitch and volume as pleasure rampaged his entire being. His back suddenly arched, raising up slightly up on his knees, mouth open wide as a howl tore from his throat in the form of Shun's name, orgasm exploded through his body. Hips loosing their rhythm as he milked himself for all he was worth, his cock twitched as his essence burst forth, landing several feet from his knees.

His chest heaved, letting his hands drop down beside him with a satisfied moan, eyes still closed. The werewolf's body tingled in the afterglow. 'So long…' he thought too himself. Why didn't he do that more often?

Suddenly he remembered Bunny, his body froze, he had forgotten about her…how- how could he!? His only sister, his only family, she depended on him, needed him, and he was distracted by such simple things, delving into his own selfish pleasures instead of continuing his search. He felt dirty, especially in such a repulsive environment. What if he gave Shun the wrong impression? He wanted it to be memorable, and maybe even encourage the blonde to want to see him again, but what if he thought him to just be some easy fuck? Like he'd got what he wanted from him and wouldn't need to see him again…did he already have a girlfriend? Did he just cause Shun to cheat on her without thinking?

Not even in afterglow could he escape his depressive thoughts.

Boma opened his eyes, re-collecting himself, breath slowing back too normal. He sighed and stood, tucking himself back into his pants and re-doing them, then re-buckling his belt. 'No time to dwell on such thoughts now.' He would just have to bottle them up for later; there was work to be done. Right now, it was Daisuke who needed him, his brother was fine, and Bunny…she would have to wait just a little longer.

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Several minutes later, the werewolf had finally made his way back too the slums. Making a quick stop in order to collect the money needed, Boma was now at the Waters Edge, a small stretch of stalls where you were able to buy illegally imported goods. Of course, not many knew of its existence, it was only prosperous due to the fact that those who did know had a decent amount of cash for the rare items. It was located at the very back of the slums, at a concealed dock for easy access by stealth boats that delivered the illegal cargo. Most of which were transported into the Underground, but some daring individuals found they were able to make a decent profit from those in the city, who paid a lot more than what it was worth down there, due to the greater risk of getting caught. Though any policeman brave enough to enter the area, never made it back out.

"Boma! My favorite customer! Hows it goin' big guy?" the stall owner, Lex, called. He was the scrawny merchant Boma would often come to for specific items he needed, like his chaff, which couldn't be found anywhere else. He gave a polite nod to the man as he sauntered over.

"So is it just the usual your after?" Lex asked with an enormous grin plastered across his face.

"I will only be needing the chaff today, thank you." Boma replied stoically as usual.

Lex's smirk faltered, "Oh is that all? That's a shame; sorry to tell ya this but I'm all outta stock, the bloody shipments been due for over a week now! It's a shame they're usually a lot more dependable then that, probably got themselves caught or something. But if those bastards dare mention a word about me I'll-." He paused as Boma turned and started walking away.

"Hey!" he called running after him. He wasn't going to let another profit slip through his fingers. "Look, because I like ya, I'll let you in on another guy I know of who might have the stuff you're lookin' for. Of course, I'll need a small fee for the info."

Boma was behind him in a flash, pulling Lex into an agonizing arm-lock. The crude man cried out in shock, but mostly in fear. Passers-by quickly moving away from the scene, they weren't stupid, everyone knew what the werewolf was capable of.

"I do not have time too mess around." Boma growled into his ear, amplifying this by strengthening his grip on Lex's arm.

"H-hey I understand! You're a busy guy and all so I guess I could let ya in for maybe a-" Boma gave his arm another painful twist. "For free! For free! Hey give it a rest do you wanna pop my arm out or sumthin'!?" Obviously the man was too busy thinking about how he would make a profit out of him to remember who he was talking too. The werewolf released the man who stumbled a few steps, rolling and rubbing his sore shoulder, testing its durability. "Jeez, you're lucky I even offered. Of course there's no way id even think to cross your path. I make a good profit from you ya know, so you know I wouldn't betray your trust or anything-"

The tall werewolf took a threatening step forward. The idiot was spouting off again and he had no more patients for it. Lex gasped slightly, "Okay! Okay!"

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Interesting. So somehow he had made an odd loop that seemed to link back to Daisuke. If what Lex said was true, the Aurora brother's adopting parent Shogun, a former Mafia Boss, seemed to have kept more than a few of his old connections.

It seemed too much of a coincidence to be true, but as far a he knew, no one knew of Boma's association with Daisuke, so this couldn't be a trick. On a number of occasions Boma had seen Dais visit the old man for hours, so they must still be very close. Boma understood Dais got a lot of information from Shogun as well.

Boma traversed through the lane of shops, senses flooded by various smells of hot food that floated in the air. It had been a while since he last ate, he would definitely have get something before he went after Daisuke. Which reminded him, maybe Shogun would have an idea why Daisuke left? He was after all rumored to know almost everything that was happening in the city and even in the Underground long before it even made the news, if it did at all.

It was very nice part if the slums though, it was decently clean and actually smelt good, of course. The people were friendly and wore smiles on their faces, children played without care; Shogun had been wise to choose to retire here.

Finally, Boma stood in front of East Wind, where the old man worked, and apparently also lived. But even as he stood there, there was something…not quite right about the place. It seemed shrouded in mystery, as if many secrets lay inside. Definitely a little more than just a 'dry goods' store…

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A dark shadow entered the shop, snapping Shogun from his quiet meditation. It didn't travel far, silently moving too a dark corner. It seemed gentle in its movements, almost shy, he could tell who ever it was wasn't going to pose him any threat, calming himself. When suddenly it spoke in an equally deep and gentle, yet incredibly stoic tone, "The scent of darkness sits on you like a mist. What are you?"

He could have laughed, "What do I look like? I'm just an old man who wishes to leave this world peacefully in my own time." The shadow considered his words for a moment before replying.

"Daisuke's gone too the off-shore."

How did he know this? That's when he realized whom he was speaking too, so this was the enigmatic Boma. A mass-murdering machine if he ever saw one. And he'd seen a handful that wouldn't even be able to measure up too this man. "Youth is always attracted to the unknown, but the unknown is often a dangerous place." He leveled the werewolf a questioning glare, "are you worried about him?"

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Shun sat up in bed, his long golden hair tied in a loose ponytail over his shoulder. He'd been moved into a better room while he waited to recover, which he'd been making quick work of. Especially after his encounter with Boma, all his pent up stress seemed to have floated out the window, leaving him in an almost euphoric mood, the exquisitely dark werewolf was all he could think about. Until Kyoko, the young Administrative Manager of the Special Unit, turned up to wish him well and hand him a printed version of her weekly report regarding how everything in the Unit was running. Effectively reminding him of his very important role as the General Manager.

Kyoko sat in a chair at the foot of his bed, her soft pink hair in its usual mushroom shape atop her head, a small blush coloured her cheeks as she stared at the floor.

"This is good, an excellent job as always. I appreciate you bringing it here in person."

She beamed at his words, brightly smiling back, "Well I knew you were worried, so I thought it would be best this way."

Suddenly the door slid open, and his personal secretary Phia entered the room with a large purple bag. "Hello" she greeted politely, smiling sweetly at Shun before noticing Kyoko at the end of the bed. "Well your certainly here early, how thoughtful of you."

Feeling as if she'd suddenly intruded on the pair Kyoko blurted, "I didn't mean to bother you."

Phia chuckled at this, "What are you talking about? This is the Chiefs room after all."

Kyoko blinked. "Uh…oh, yeh, right."

The emerald eyed secretary then placed the purple bag on a small table, pulling out neatly folded shirts and other clothing that clearly belonged to Shun, hanging them in the nearby cupboard. Shun watched on as she did this, 'How considerate of her.' As coy and sarcastic she normally acted towards him, there was a definite gentleness to her that she tended to hide from him. It was strange, as close a friend as she had become, sometimes it seemed as if there was something she was hiding from him.

Kyoko watched Phia also, before turning to see Shun doing the same. She sighed in defeat, 'Well, I guess they'd make a nice couple.' Feeling out-done, and that she was making the atmosphere awkward, Kyoko stood, fetching her handbag and turned for the door, "I'll leave you guys too it then, I'm sure you'll be good as new in no time Chief, see you guys later." She smiled politely to them.

"See you later, and thanks again for this." Shun held up the paperwork.

"No problem Chief." She replied before turning and leaving.

Phia closed the cupboard door, moving to stand beside Shun. "So how are you feeling Chief? You're certainly looking very lively today."

"Much better thank you Phia." Her words seemed to bring images of his time Boma back up; he fought to suppress them before he ended up doing something daft like blushing…or worse.

"I guess you could be out by tomorrow, if not later tonight huh?"

"Yes, let's hope so; I can almost see the colossal piles of work I'm falling behind on." He stated miserably, turning his gaze back onto the report Kyoko had given him.

"I'm surprised your brother isn't still here, he's been sitting by your side ever since you were admitted into this hospital. Did you guys have a fight again or something?" She asked with an amused smirk. Shun found it strange how she always seemed to find great humor in the arguments he had with his younger brother.

"Did he now? How foolish of him. Why does he never listen too me?" He asked more too himself. "Daisuke was here earlier, but I told him to hurry up and get going on the mission I'd assigned him to. If he had just done that he could have been back by now."

Phia's smirk faded to a sympathetic smile, "Well you know Chief, if you were in his position I know you would have done the same thing, he was just worried about you."

Shun looked too the small picture of his brother pasted to the report. "The same thing hm? I'm not too sure about that…" Shun's eyes hardened, expression dark. Phia gave him a concerned look, before shrugging it off. "Whatever you say Chief."

"Well, how have things been at the office? Chaotic I expect without me there." Shun asked looking back up at her with a smile, decidedly changing the subject.

"Of course, so you'd better hurry up and get your tail back behind that desk of yours. I did what I could to lessen the workload for you when you got back, but there wasn't much I could do."

"That's alright, whatever you've done will be fine, at least it saves me having to do it later."

Phia gave an appreciative smile to this, after a moment of thought she continued. "You know Chief; you seem a little…different."

Shun turned his gaze back to her, raising a questioning brow, "Is that so?"

"Yeh, you seem more, cheerful." She smirked. "I like it, it suits you. Did something good happen? Or did they put you on some kind of drug?"

Shun rolled his eyes, turning back to the report, flipping a page. "Don't be foolish Phia."

Her eyes lit up, she knew that tone. "So something did happen? What is it? Did you hear about something from Daisuke before you had that fight?" a mischievous smirk passed her lips. "Or did some beautiful young nurse come in and 'help you enjoy your stay'?" she almost giggled. Then noticed Shun seemed to have stopped reading, staring into space. "Chief! You old pervert." She laughed.

"Where in Judoh do you come up with stuff like that!?" Shun almost yelled, growing a little uncomfortable with the questions. "Besides, I'm not old, I'm not even 30. You've been watching too much TV Phia. Don't be so ridiculous."

Turning her head to the side, closing her eyes, she shrugged, breathing out a sigh, "Well, if you won't tell me I'll just have to go look for myself." She teased, cracking an eye open to watch his reaction.

All colour drained from his face. "What?"

Without moving her head Phia pointed to a small white security camera in the top corner of the room. "Are you going to tell me? Or must I go take a peek for myself? There was one in the life support room as well"

"I want that tape destroyed." Shun ordered sternly. He should have realized they would keep an eye on him…they wouldn't want another attempt, but he now doubted their usefulness if they hadn't spotted Boma collapse through the wall.

"What? Both of them?"

"Yes! Both of them!"

Phia whipped around, "Oh but Chief! They can only capture the door; you can't even see the bed for privacies sake! Just one peek? Why can't I see who it was?" She whined.

Even if they did only capture the door, he wasn't willing to chance that you weren't able to see Boma there. He was trying to make a good impression on the city, who knows what might happen if the press found out he'd had a fling with an outlaw… "Stop it Phia, I'm not in the mood, just destroy them. And don't even think about watching either of them."

"Jeez Chief what's wrong with you? Ok, fine. But you make it sound so suspicious…" Phia pouted playfully, she was definitely going to have to check this tape out now.