Chapter Two already. :P This is the chapter with the swearing, so be warning. Also, this chapter is slash...so yeah. Black Jack/Kiriko, I guess. I hope you like it! :)

Kiriko

It began as most things involving that man did; with hate. It was hate that drove him to get roaring drunk and drive to that awful man's house. It was hatred that made him to knock on his door. When the fraud of a doctor opened his door to sneer at him, his anger and disgust was what pushed him to growl and kiss the nasty man on the mouth.

He wasn't sure what made Kiriko kiss him back, but he had a suspicion it was the same reason.

"You taste like smoke."

Black Jack didn't care. His next kiss was deeper, hoping that the taste would overpower Kiriko in a way that he couldn't.

It didn't. It never did. Kiriko responded by gripping Black Jack's wrists, holding them over his head with one hand, and grasping his clothed erection with the other. There was lust in the other doctor's eyes. Lust and anger.

He let out a growl, and Kiriko knew it was okay to go further. He fucked Black Jack hard that night, just like every other night they fucked.

"I can see where you might have been attractive."

Kiriko was smoking, bringing the cigarette to his lips with sinful appreciation. Every time he puffed his cheeks out and let it out the smoke so that it blew in his face, making his eyes water.

"You're not a morning person, are you?" he said.

Kiriko chuckled.

It didn't feel different. When he had reached for his clothes the previous night, preparing for a long, dark drive home, Kiriko had reached for his arm and asked him to stay. In that moment, something had changed. He'd never asked that before.

At least, he'd thought it had changed. But now here he was, wearing Kiriko's ill-fitting bathrobe and having insults thrown at him over scrambled eggs.

"You would have been attractive if you weren't so scarred," said Kiriko, casually continuing his earlier thought.

His jaw worked as he gritted his teeth.

"Your face is the worst," he said. "But your legs aren't much better. I suppose you're good enough in bed to make up for it. Not great, but good enough."

He stabbed his eggs with his fork and brought them to his mouth. They were dry. Kiriko wasn't much of a cook.

"I'm twenty years older and still more attractive," said Kiriko, chuckling at himself.

He hated that it was true. Kiriko wasn't much to look at, but he was still better looking than he was.

"You might be all right if you had a better sense of style," said Kiriko. "You look like you got those sideburns out of a cereal box."

He glanced up from the eggs in time for Kiriko to blow another puff of smoke in his face. His eyes smarted, and he wiped them quickly.

"All I've lost is an eye," said Kiriko. "And surgery can't give me back that. Why don't you operate on yourself? Make yourself look like less of a freak?"

He hated this question. People assumed that to be a good surgeon he had to look perfect. He'd like to seem them try to operate on their own faces. Even if it had been possible, however, he wouldn't do it. He was fine with his face, most of the time. Not now, but usually.

Kiriko was staring at him. He hadn't noticed until now. The intensity of his gaze was unnerving. What was he waiting for?

Then Black Jack got it. He understood.

"You're not going to get a rise out of me," he said finally.

Kiriko looked taken aback, and Black Jack knew he had gotten it.

"I'm not here for you to make fun of me," he said. "I'm not here to fight."

"Then what are you here for?" asked Kiriko.

"I..." he began, not thinking. "I thought..."

He turned red at the look of incredulity Kiriko shot him. He had given too much away. Of course he'd been mistaken. Kiriko had just been being polite when he asked him to stay the night. There was nothing more.

"Look," said Kiriko awkwardly.

"No," he said roughly, embarrassed. "I get it. Sorry for making things weird."

"Wait-" started Kiriko, but he was already out of his chair. It only took a minute to collect his things, and once he had he was out of there.

Nothing was different here but Black Jack himself.

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