Part Two- The men of Sion have returned to Japan. Fortunately, their rigid professionalism keeps them from letting what happened on the island from intruding on their work lives.

Except... when it doesn't.

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They had been back for nearly a week now and everything seemed to be getting back to normal, or rather relatively normal considering what the men did for a living. Suoh and Kirishima had tried to discuss what had gone on behind the scenes during the trade deal, but Kirishima still found it difficult to talk about Julio. He told Suoh he wanted to wait a couple of weeks to put the ordeal behind him before trying again. Since the night of the drunken party, Kirishima was looking somewhat relaxed and refreshed so Suoh agreed to give him some time.

Not long after they had returned, Suoh was waiting outside Asami's office to give him a report about a minor gang that had been breaking into their warehouses. Kirishima was closely scrutinizing an accounting report as he absentmindedly tapped a pen against his lips. Suoh having nothing else better to do while waiting, watched Kirishima as he worked. Kirishima became aware that Suoh was staring at him and realized he had his pen against his mouth. He parted his lips and then slid the pen between them, giving Suoh a lewd look. Suoh blushed and looked away. To see the large man so easily embarrassed amused Kirishima to no end.

Since then, Kirishima had taken on the challenge of reminding Suoh in any way possible about what took place on the island, wanting to see just how much he could embarrass Suoh. Whenever Suoh was in his presence, he would take his pen and seductively rub his lips across it. Another time he picked up an envelope and made a show of licking it suggestively with his tongue, even though it was actually a self-adhesive envelope.

One day he brought in a banana and placed it on his desk. As soon as Suoh came in and saw it, he angrily walked over and snatched it off the desk. "Don't even think about it!" Suoh said as he stuck it into his coat pocket.

Kirishima looked at him frowning. "Why did you take my snack? Isn't that rude?"

"Enough is enough!"

Kirishima shook his head. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Did you know that is a Gokusen banana from the fruit emporium? I paid 600 for it."

"600 for one banana?!"

"Yes. Look at it. It doesn't have a single blemish on it."

Suoh took the banana out of his pocket and looked at the elongated fruit. It was a uniform bright yellow, so perfect it almost looked fake.

"Sorry," he said as he handed it back.

Kirishima began peeling the banana. "It's also very large, isn't it? I have a thing for really big bananas. Want to see how big of a bite I can take?" Kirishima smiled, and then slowly slid the entire length of the banana into his mouth and bit down.

As expected, Suoh blushed before growling and stomping out of the office.

The door to Asami's office opened. Kirishima quickly opened a drawer and dropped the peel into it while trying to swallow the big bite he had taken.

"Where's Suoh?" Asami asked, looking around. "I thought he was waiting to see me."

Kirishima was unable to answer. Instead he choked a bit which caused Asami to look at him with concern. "Are you all right, Kirishima?"

Kirishima finally swallowed the last part down, coughing, with his eyes watering. "Yes. Sorry sir. Allergies."

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Asami was attending a dinner party for a visiting foreign underworld figure. There were more bodyguards in attendance than actual guests; so many, that the guests' guards had to find a space to stand along the wall surrounding the house. Suoh was standing guard by the limo. Kirishima was standing next to the gate of the house not far from Suoh. The place was well secured so their presence was really more for show.

They had been standing there for almost three hours now. Most of the guards were bored and had taken to chatting with one another. Kirishima decided to see how long it would take him to break Suoh's stoic expression. Suoh didn't lose his composure as easily when he was on guard. He walked over and stood next to Suoh for a few minutes. Looking at his watch, he also decided to see how long it would take him to get Suoh to blush.

Kirishima squirmed as if he was uncomfortable. He casually reached down between his legs and tugged at his trousers. Suoh's eyes briefly flickered in Kirishima's direction before looking forward again. His expression remained impassive.

"This new suit is uncomfortable, but it's my fault that it turned out this way. When the tailor was measuring me for the trousers, he asked how I dressed... left or right? Have you ever heard that expression before? I thought he wanted to know what leg do I put in my trousers first. It turns out he meant, which side of the trouser seam do I hang?"

"I know what it means," Suoh replied coolly.

"Well I hang to the right. Most men apparently hang to the left. So now I'm trying to remember which way it is for you. Were your pants already down when I..."

Suoh scowled. "You know what you're doing is sexual harassment!"

"Is it?" Kirishima checked his watch. 35 seconds to break his composure.

Suoh still kept looking forward. "You know damn well it is! I know being a manager you've disciplined someone in the past for it. So tell me, Manager-san, how do you deal with someone who's accused of sexually harassing another employee?"

"I have a talk with them. I also deduct a fine from their paycheck and then have them attend some sensitivity training classes." Kirishima smiled, "Are you thinking about filing a claim against me? I'll call myself into my office first thing in the morning."

"It sounds to me like you let them off too easy. What happens if they're proven to be a habitual offender?"

Kirishima sighed. "Automatic termination of employment."

"Really. So counting what you just did, and your actions during the past week, AND that night on the island..."

Kirishima rolled his eyes. "I get it already."

"You never did apologize for what you did to me that night," Suoh grumbled.

"Apologize?! You want me to say, 'I'm sorry I accidentally gave you a blow job'? I don't think those words have ever been spoken in all of human history."

Suoh finally turned to look at him. "It doesn't bother you at all? What happened that night?"

"Of course not. I have no memory of it, so it's like it never happened. I am concerned about the blacking out part. That's never happened to me before..." Kirishima stopped. "Does it bother you that much?"

"Yeah."

"Do you wish it had never happened? "

Suoh looked forward again. "I don't know." He frowned, "In a weird way I feel... obligated to you in some way."

Kirishima tried to suppress a smile. "You want to give me a blow job?!"

Suoh's face reddened. "No, that's not what I meant!"

Kirishima checked his watch again. One minute, 53 seconds to get him to blush.

Suoh glanced at Kirishima. "Why... do you want me to?"

Yamato walked out from the gate and approached them. "Kirishima..."

"Are you sexually harassing me, Suoh?" Kirishima smirked.

Suoh narrowed his eyes at Kirishima. "Are you getting off playing with me like that?"

Kirishima shook his head. "Again, with the sexual innuendo."

Yamato looked at both of them with a wary expression. "The party's wrapping up. The boss will be ready to leave in ten minutes."

"Thank you Yamato. I'll bring the car around to the entrance." Kirishima pulled the keys out of his pocket and walked toward the driver's side of the limo.

"Kirishima," Suoh called after him, "it's been more than two weeks now. I think it's time you stopped putting off our discussion."

A flash of irritation crossed Kirishima's face. "Sorry, I can't go out with you tonight. I'll be busy."

Suoh looked frustrated. Yamato looked at both of them shrewdly and then said, "If you don't mind my company, I'll go out with you after work, Suoh."

Kirishima raised an eyebrow at this.

Suoh looked at Yamato and nodded. "Yeah, sure."

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Kirishima was up again, having woken up in a cold sweat for the second time since he tried going to sleep. For some reason the nightmares were hitting him harder tonight than they had been in the past week.

I should have taken Suoh up on his offer to talk. He's right, I've been putting it off too long.

And I really should stop harassing him, too. It seems to bother him too much. I just get the feeling that since that night on the island, he seems to be more interested in me than he should be. I guess I've been trying to turn him off. We should discuss that as well.

He went out with Yamato this evening. Nakano told us that Yamato had admitted to being attracted to Suoh. Suoh needs to be careful around him.

Kirishima went back into his bedroom and stared at the bed. If I try to go back to sleep now, I might be able to get 3 hours in before work.

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Kirishima was standing next to the limo talking to Asami when Asami suddenly gasped and looked down. A red stain began to form on his chest and then he collapsed. Kirishima knew immediately the bullet had penetrated his heart and there was nothing in his power he could do to save him, but he still called for help anyway.

The men came running but then all of them went down as Kirishima heard the sound of rapid gunfire. Kirishima instinctively threw himself down on the ground. The sound stopped and he looked back up. The men appeared to be holding someone down. It was Suoh.

Kirishima crawled over to where they were. Suoh had a terrified look on his face. It was a look Kirishima had never seen on Suoh before.

But something in the back of his mind told him that maybe he had seen this look before.

It's me. He's scared of me.

The thought that he was feared by this large and powerfully built man sent a thrill straight to Kirishima's groin. Once he finally reached Suoh he noticed that his colleague's pants were undone.

I'm going to take you... he heard a voice say. The voice was his own.

The man being held down however showed no sign of sexual excitement. Kirishima took off his glasses and Suoh's fear suddenly turned to a look of desire. Kirishima took him into his mouth and tried to draw noises of pleasure from him, but Suoh stubbornly resisted and stayed silent. He felt the man's body tense and knew he was about to come.

Suoh's hand reached out to touch Kirishima's head and then he cried out, "Kei!"

Kirishima prepared for the inevitable shooting of fluid into his mouth, but instead he felt it hit his stomach.

He's in my mouth! How could it hit me there...?

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Kirishima woke up with his body tingling and a fierce throbbing between his legs. He reached down and discovered his stomach was covered with a slippery wetness.

A wet dream? At my age?!

Kirishima looked at the clock. He had probably gotten two hours of sleep the whole night. He thought he might as well get up for the day. He went into the bathroom and rinsed out his sleepwear.

He turned on the shower and let the steamy water pour over his head as he tried to relax.

That last part of the dream... was that a memory from that night on the island? I could ask Suoh if he called out my name when...

He chuckled trying to imagine asking such a question.

Suoh would no doubt turn all red. I've tortured the poor man enough about it. I won't do that to him anymore.

What a fucked up nightmare that was though! I need to put a stop to that.

I can't afford to keep putting it off. I'll definitely talk to Suoh about it tonight.

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Next: Suoh's Revenge

Notes:
"600 for one banana?!" Yes, he means Yen. Nearly US$6.

"How do you dress?" (a polite way to ask: which way do you hang?) Which side of the seam does the genitalia hang? Tailors will provide for extra room on that side to make the trousers more comfortable.