DISCLAIMER: I do not own ANYTHING from the DOGS: Howling in the Dark or the DOGS: Bullets & Carnage series! Repeat, I own NOTHING! Nothing at all!

NOTE: This story will contain YAOI. If you don't like it, don't read it!

Alright so this is my first time writing a fanfiction like this... or at all really. So, reviews and comments are definitely appreciated and encouraged! This will hopefully turn into a series of stories following the perhaps developing relationship between my two most favorite characters in most of all anime... Haine Rammsteiner and Badou Nails. Now... on with the story!

A WORD FROM ME TO YOU: Hey guys xD so I'm sorry this took aaaages to get done. I kind of didn't know where I wanted to go with this and today I was suddenly inspired in my history lesson in class and decided I'd write as soon as I got home. I guess I didn't really know where this was going before but now I have an inkling and daaayum is it going to be sexy. Anyways. You guys may have noticed that I'm not particularly talented at writing action type scenes, so I'm afraid I leave a lot to the imagination. When reading and writing, I prefer to stick to plot, emotions, and dialogue mostly so if you're looking for a plot absolutely overflowing with action you might as well look elsewhere, because I'm going to avoid it if I can.

Holy crap! This chapter is..."intense" is one word for it. M now pertains to sexual content. I hope you guys like yaoi, because you're going to be seeing a lot of it.

- CHAPTER 3 -

That small confined room had gotten substantially warmer in the last minute. Haine and Badou sat distgruntled on the floor, struggling to catch their breath after an unexpected moment of passion. When Haine had finally regained the ability to gather enough breath to speak, he spoke to Badou.

"Badou."

"Yeah?" Badou replied between pants.

"What the fuck was that?" Haine said quietly, the emphasis falling on the expletive. Before Badou could answer, the duo heard a scuffle of footsteps outside the door of the little room, and silenced any noises they were about to make. Haine got out his Luger pistol, and gestured with his head toward the door. Badou understood his intention, and got out his Tommi and went to stand right in the middle of the room, and readied his gun to aim at the door. Haine positioned himself where he would be hidden behind the door when it opened. When the door handle turned and the door opened, the two guards that were sent to investigate the noise from the room didn't have the opportunity to speak before being shot between the eyes by two men with a shockingly high affinity for fast reflexes.

"Did we kill the target earlier on the way in?" Haine asked, while he watched Badou go through the dead guards' pockets for cigarettes.

"I dunno, did we have a description for the guy?" Badou said distractedly. He soon found what he was looking for and jumped up with joy, the cigarettes clutched to his chest.

"Fat guy with dark hair and round glasses." Haine said flatly, observing as Badou ripped a cigarette from the package and popped it into his mouth, an indescribable happiness falling across his face when he lit the end up.

"Oh yeah, I killed that guy. One of the only ones you let get away from your wrath, mind you." he said with a smile.

"Then I suppose we have no more reason to be here." the white-haired man said, relieved that his uncharacteristic work here was done. Badou nodded, and the two headed out in a sneaky fashion towards the nearest exit.

By then, Haine had completely forgotten the explanation he was owed earlier. Badou had not, and while they escaped, he thought of the way he might phrase his true motive for his actions in a way that wouldn't get an unsatisfactory bullet to the crotch.

Haine lay on top of his covers on his bed, and stared blankly at the ceiling. When they had gotten back to town, Badou and Haine had told Bishop that the deed was done, and they were allowed to return to their apartments for rest. The explanation mentioned earlier was soon remembered when the white-haired man got home, and he couldn't much sleep with the knowledge that Badou would soon be there, telling him why any of their intimacy had ever happened, as Badou was the type that could not let the issue lie in ambiguity.

A soft, tentative knock at the door sent a lurch through Haine's heart, and quickly sat up and got off of his bed. He took a deep breath, before heading out of his room toward the front door. Haine put his hand on the doorknob, turned it and opened it to see a smoking Badou with his eyes on his feet. The red head looked up after the door was fully open, and asked a silent "May I come in?". Haine stood to the side of the open door and allowed his visitor to pass. The white head closed the door behind his partner, and turned to see that Badou was now sitting on his couch. Badou looked undescribably uncomfortable, and tapped his feet on the wooden floors and continued to stare at them as though they had done something to offend him. Haine went to sit on the armchair opposite the couch, looked to Badou, and waited for him to speak.

"I suppose I should explain my actions from the past week." the red head said unemotionally, his hands nervously fiddling with themselves.

"I suppose." Haine replied bluntly. Badou raised his head and bore into the white haired man's eyes, searching for something before he began.

"You've never...been with anyone, have you?" Badou asked, an expression that Haine didn't quite recognise falling onto his features.

"What's that supposed to mean? I've been around a lot of people." Haine said flatly. Badou chuckled quietly before opening his mouth again to speak.

"No I mean like...you've never been with anyone before. As in...intimately." The question came as a surprise. Why would Badou care about this now? Haine didn't answer. He would feel odd if he were to talk about his relationships, or lack thereof, intimate or no. "I know you, Haine. You haven't." Badou's voice occupied a minute portion of the room with this quiet statement. Haine's eyes darted off to an uninteresting part of the room, and then slowly returned to the gaze of Badou's.

"What's that got to do with anything?" His voice came out slightly defensively, and he quickly regained control of his emotions before Badou's next words.

"It's just that I've been thinking a lot lately." Badou began, his eyes revealing the fact that he was thinking of the most appropriate words to say. "I've had a few partners. I'm far from being a virgin." Haine winced. "And I guess I just thought...'How can Haine be happy like this? How can he not wonder what it's like to be...touched?'" Haine stared bewilderdly at the red head in his partner, speaking words that made him clear his throat quietly and rest his ankle on the other leg's knee. This was when Badou stood up, and Haine suddenly felt much more insecure. The red head moved around the coffee table between the two seats, and slowly came towards Haine.

"I thought...I thought about how you don't know pleasure. You don't know how good it feels to...have someone else explore your body." He stopped moving when he was standing about a foot away from Haine's chair. The white haired man looked uncomfortably around the room.

"That kind of intimacy is not necessary. I don't need to feel it. I'm fine with...the way things are." with this, Badou swhooped towards Haine's chair, placed his hands on either side of him on the armrests, and stared into Haine's eyes.

"How can you know that for sure when you've never even had a taste?" Badou whispered, the gap between the two having become very small in the space of a few minutes. Before Haine could think of something to say in reply, his eyes wondered around, trying to look for a safe space to rest away from this confrontation, his eyes accidentally fell on a bulge between Badou's scrawny legs. Badou's eyes followed Haine's, and when he noticed his own hardening member, the corner of his lips turned upward slightly. The moment Haine's gaze reconnected with Badou's, the red head moved on impulse.

Badou climbed onto Haine's lap, placing his knees deep into the space between Haine's thighs and the armchair's arms. Haine panicked, and made a weak attempt to stand up, but his efforts were quelled when Badou's hands darted to rest on the back of the chair on either side of Haine's head. The bulge between Badou's legs now rested directly on top of Haine's crotch. The white haired man gulped loudly when he felt the rather rare sensation of his length responding to the hardness of his partner's. Badou grinned more widely, and leaned in so that Haine could smell that cigarette stained breath so strongly.

"So. The legendary Haine actually has a fully functioning penis?" Before Haine could respond as violently as Badou gathered he would, the red head started slowly grinding his rock hard core against Haine's. The white haired man made a sudden noise when the unbelievable pleasure of the friction hit him, and Badou responded with a short grunt of his own.

"I feel sorry for your cock, Haine..." Badou said under his breath, as his breath intake became more and more rapid. "Never felt the touch of another, never even felt your own touch." With that, Badou crashed his lips against Haine's as the rubbing of their clothed members became faster and harder. As Haine's mouth was already ajar, Badou wasted no time in using his tongue to thoroughly explore the cavern that was behind Haine's lips. The red head used his tongue to fondle his partner's, sliding and slithering around the muscle.

It was then that Haine started to grind back against Badou, in keeping rhythm with him. Instincts Haine never knew he had were taking over, and all he could think of was getting more friction, more touching, more pleasure. Badou paused the kiss much to what appeared to be dismay from Haine, and stared into his eyes. "Feels good, doesn't it, Haine?" he said, slowing down the grinding in an attempt to tease the white haired male that he straddled, and leaning in and sucking on parts of Haine's neck. All Haine could do was gasp and curse from the feeling, bucking his crotch up towards Badou's in an attempt to speed him up again, but the red head refused to give in and continued to tease him more.

Badou pushed up the hem of Haine's shirt up to his neck so that his lean, taught chest was exposed. Before Haine could regain his insecurity, Badou dived towards his right nipple and began to kiss, suck, lick and nibble on the bud. A breathy "Fuck!" escaped Haine's lips, his head rolling back at the surges of pure extasy Badou's ministrations were sending through his body. Badou grinned against the white haired man's skin, and moved a hand down towards his crotch. Haine didn't notice this swift movement until he felt Badou's hand dip into his boxers and stroke his length. Haine released a few more breathy curses and gasps, the feeling of Badou's fingers around his cock driving him crazy.

Badou then withdrew his hand, only to trail a tongue down from the centre of Haine's chest to his boney hips. The red head used his dextrous hands to undo Haine's belt and soon the button and zipper to his jeans. Badou then pulled Haine's jeans and boxers down just enough to see his throbbing erection. Haine, shocked at the sight of his own arousal, tried to escape the man straddling his lap for the last time, before his attempts were silenced when the red head enveloped Haine's manhood with his mouth. A loud, uncharacteristic moan flew from Haine's mouth, leaning his head backward and arching his spine, sending his cock deeper into Badou's mouth, causing another cry of pleasure to fill the room. Badou unzipped his own jeans and pulled down his boxers, and tended to his own hard length.

"Badou! Stop...I can't..." Haine managed to say between gasps for air, waves of pleasure running swiftly through him as Badou's head bobbed up and down on his member with that wet mouth clouding all of his senses. The red head looked up to Haine's face when he said this, a jolt coursing through his body as he saw the white haired man's open mouth, flustered cheeks, and tightly shut eyes. To see this man's face completely riddled with pleasure was a beautiful sight, and the red head stroked his own cock more vigorously with this image in front of him. With the new inspiration to see more of this face, Badou worked on Haine's member even more, using his tongue to caress the member while constantly bobbing and sucking from tip to base. The signs of Haine's approaching orgasm were fast appearing, and the red head was determined to make the first climax this man likely ever had to be the best he would ever hope to have.

Haine was at the point where he was using every breath just to moan loudly, starting to feel as though he was going to explode with pleasure. Finally, with one last hard suck, Haine spilled his seed into Badou's mouth, moaning Badou's name at the top of his lungs. Badou swallowed Haine's cum, and then released his member from his mouth. Badou got to his feet while Haine recovered, still gathering his breath.

"So Haine, how was that?" Badou said, pulling up and zipping his jeans that were covered in both his and Haine's cum.

"That was...just..." Haine said between pants, and he couldn't think of the words to describe it. He looked down at his crotch, his jeans, and Badou's hair, and was a little embarrassed to see they were absolutely covered in his own semen. Badou chuckled nonchalantly.

"Glad to hear it, then." It seemed strange that there was no cuddling after all of this, no intimacy, no romance. Within only minutes after they both came while engaging in sexual acts with each other, they immediately went back to being ordinary co-workers. If one were to only walk in on them just then, one would scarcely believe that the semen that decorated their bodies belonged to each other. Haine zipped his jeans up and readjusted his shirt. He then looked to Badou, and paused.

"Badou - I'm not sure that I'm the type to sustain a relationship. I'll tell you that now." Badou turned his gaze away from the clock and into Haine's eyes.

"I gathered as much."

"So?"

"So what?"

"You just sucked my dick, you're not going to act like nothing happened, are you?"

"We all need a little help from our friends, don't we? Look, Haine. I sucked your dick. That doesn't mean we have to be anything more than that." Haine looked at Badou with a puzzled expression on his face. Badou sighed. "We could always just be...friends with benefits. We'll stay the way we are, we'll just be having a lot more fun." Haine considered this.

"No strings attached, 'eh? Just pleasure."

"Basically." Badou said bluntly. Haine put a hand to his chin and paced lazily about the room. The red head watched him contemplate, and leaned against the cum-stained armchair. Haine had to admit that the deal seemed sweet. The pleasure that Badou sent through him just then was unbelievable, and to give that up would be unfortunate. On the downside, choosing to continue engaging in sexual acts with Badou was sure to change their relationship forever. On the upside, however, Haine would gain an intimacy he would never get from anyone else.

"So how's about it, Haine?" Badou surprised Haine out of his pondering by placing an arm around his shoulders and speaking quietly to his ear. "Fuck buddies?" Haine turned his face to look at him then. They assessed each other's expressions, Haine's being blank and Badou's having a mischevious tint to his smile. Haine then chuckled quietly under his breath, turned to face the red head and held out his left hand.

"Fuck buddies." Haine said, reaching his right hand out towards Haine's. Haine cleared his throat.

"Left hand, Badou." Badou laughed loudly, and used his left hand to shake Haine's firmly. Haine grinned a crooked smile. "I'll look forward to doing business with you."