Raian had a bad habit. Well, he had a lot of bad habits but this one bothered Ohma the most. Not that he wasn't used to seeing naked men of course, but like most of the other Kengan fighters he wasn't particularly pleased when another man decided to stare at his dick when he was trying to take a piss.

Unfortunately for him, Raian was a meat gazer. Not in a sexual way (most of the time), but he just really liked to fuck with people and through experience found that this was one of the most effective ways.

(Via military terms: A piss test observer to make sure you aren't faking clean piss on a piss test, but often times they're just trying to look at your dick because they like it. -VETTV)

Kure Raian was not beyond voyeurism. Frankly, nothing was beyond him. If it was nasty he was probably into it, with very few exceptions.

Rihito had already been an unfortunate victim.

When asked, the beefhead will vehemently deny that anything happened that fateful day in the Kengan tournament, but he could still feel Raian's cold ass hands on his dick every now and then when he had to go to a public urinal.

He had also developed a habit of fugitively looking over his shoulder every time he heard footsteps behind him in the bathroom.

The first time Ohma had experienced it was on an early Spring morning shortly after he had moved into the Kure residence.

He had still been woozy and exhausted from all the drugs they had pumped into his system for his heart surgery and was unusually mellowed, so the lapse in awareness wasn't all his fault.

The bright light of the bathroom burned his eyes, forcing him to squint and look away. The door was cracked open. A mistake he wouldn't soon forget.

His fingers worked at the drawstring of his shorts, abnormally clumsy. Groaning, he turned off the lights after letting his shorts fall to his ankles, eyes hurting from the light. The only sliver of illumination came from the entrance.

Sighing, he felt his bladder slowly deflating as he began relieving himself.

Then he sensed it.

A dark, malicious presence, and a warm weight on his shoulder. Something rough and firm wrapped around his dick.

Ohma's eyes shot open, his reflection gazing back at him in shock through the mirror.

He wasn't alone.

The low light was enough to highlight spiky, light-blond hair and broad, rolling shoulders.

For a long second Ohma stood still, muscles tense like a spring on the verge of action as his brain struggled to catch up to his body. Black, glinting eyes flitted quickly from his cock to his face, then back to his still-pissing appendage.

He was so casual about it that Ohma felt his brain short-circuiting. Is this bastard really…

A raspy chuckle finally broke him out of his stupor, and the static energy that had been festering inside him boiled over like a volcano. He flung his arm back, twisting his body as he tried to shove Raian off only to feel an intense tugging pain in his groin that made him groan through tightly clenched teeth.

Raian hadn't let go, and when Ohma tried bucking him off he had kept his death grip on his dick. Hissing, he did his best to pry Raian's cold, clammy fingers off without accidentally clawing the now pulsating flesh. Whether it was from pain or pleasure he didn't know and didn't care to find out.

"What the hell is wrong with you, you shithead?!" Ohma roared, shoving the cackling devil to the ground and stomping on his chest. He felt a shred of satisfaction as Raian wheezed, though he seemed thoroughly unaffected by the blow.

"Jus' investigating," Raian sneered up at him, shoving his leg off.

Ohma barely had a chance to open his mouth before Raian barreled into him and out the door, laughing hysterically as if he just told the funniest joke he had ever heard. His head thudded painfully against the tile and the sound of clay splitting echoed in his ears.

The door to the bathroom hung precariously on its broken hinges, and Ohma was helpless to do anything except lay staring at the ceiling in shock. His heart rate was elevated in a way that was vaguely worrying, but right now that was frankly the last thing on his mind.

He was gonna pound that bastard straight to hell in the morning, but for now, he needed to find some ice for his dick.