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All For Love 3rd in Rivalry Series	By : kurahieiritrJIO Category: +G to L > Initial D Views: 2173 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-All For Love
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A/N: This is temporarily an older draft of this fan fiction that I am posting here. I will revise to correct inconsistencies ASAP. Please have patience. This note will change once revised. Mild Lemon. Italics'= dream sequences and flashbacks. Two person perspectives separated by ~~oo00oo~~ symbol. Nī = slang for bro, added to first names.

CHAPTER 37

'Takumi blushed because he had felt compelled to ask for specifics about same gender sex and Keisuke was giving him a plethora of information. Takumi leaned on his hachi roku's fender facing Keisuke as he listened to the blond. Many things mentioned Takumi knew that men and women did together. That made same gender sex less exotic, and frightening. Having seen porn films made it easy to see himself and Keisuke in various acts within his mind's eye. His imagination conjured several very explicit images as Keisuke was speaking. His mind stuttered to a halt when it came to the final chapter of Keisuke's lecture involving Anal sex ". . . unless you really feel comfortable with me. Otherwise, that's not an option. So, you don't need to worry about it, Takumi. I'm not going to push you into anything you don't want. Does that answer all the questions you have?"

Takumi nodded feeling a lot better about knowing the kind of expectations with which he would deal in the future. "I didn't know that men could go back and forth the way you described a few minutes ago. I thought our relationship had to be like normal relationships."

Keisuke's arm wrapped around his shoulders, his fingers slipping into Takumi's hair as their foreheads touched. "That happens when lovers don't trust each other, so can't get comfortable together, Takumi. Personal preferences do exist, but there aren't any hard laws about who dominates sexually in same gender relationships. We're not a damned Yaoi graphic novel couple. Neither one of us will ever qualify as an onna in a shonen's form. Now do we? I certainly can't imagine you or me wearing skirts."

Takumi chuckled at the biting tone of Keisuke's skirt remark, and the amusing mental image Keisuke conjured. He found himself flush against the blond's larger frame as his knees and arms moved to accept Keisuke's closeness without conscious direction while they were both snickering. Their lips overlapped, tongues thrusting and entwining against each other a few moments later. The emotions that flowed into him from Keisuke's passionate kiss eased Takumi's skittish feelings about Keisuke's gender.

The nineteen-year-old found himself getting even hotter than his imagination had already caused because of their conversation. His prior uncertainty and fearful expectations wavered under Keisuke's onslaught of genuine affection. Keisuke's kisses always felt so very right. No matter his disquieted emotions when Keisuke was away, these moments solidified that he belonged with the unpredictable, sometimes pushy man holding him. Takumi felt as if he could not get enough air into his lungs as his emotions shifted again. His arms wound around Keisuke's neck as he answered the deep, palpable emotions flowing into him.

Keisuke's other hand slid from Takumi's waist to glide along the bulge tenting Takumi's pants. He shivered in reaction to the intimate strokes and light grips that Keisuke's hand delivered to his sensitive crotch through the fabric. The blond's touch made his already throbbing dick more demanding as heat flashed through his system. Takumi broke their kiss as one of his hands dropped from around Keisuke's neck to catch his wrist.

"Uhn, Keisuke, don't, onegai. I'm going to have serious problems until I get home if you keep messing with me."

Velvet edged Keisuke's voice as he continued to play with Takumi's hard-on through his pant's fabric as if Takumi hadn't grabbed his wrist. "You said you wanted to know the truth, didn't you?"

"Uhm, hai. You just explained everything." Takumi blinked as he tried to force his mind back to their conversation. His focus remained glued to Keisuke's hand against his rigid sex. The teen could not quite get himself to stop the lewd caresses. Part of him wanted to know how it would feel to be with Keisuke. Would it be like his nightly wet dreams, or unbearable, even painful? The other half was terrified of the repercussions if he caved to his growing attraction. Images of his friends and Oyaji condemning him rose to haunt him.

"Let me show you that we can do things that aren't going to make you panic. There's no reason for you to jack off later, when I'm here and willing to get you off any way you want. I know you want me, Takumi. Let me show you how good we can be together."

Keisuke's fingers were tugging at his button and zipper. Keisuke ensnared Takumi's eyes in his as the teen felt his over tight pants loosen. Before Takumi thought to object, Keisuke's mouth covered his again in another emotionally charged kiss. Takumi's lips and teeth parted as Keisuke's tongue slipped into the recesses, sideswiping his half-formed denial.

Keisuke's hand slid into his pants and beneath his boxers to touch his sensitive erection. A rumble from Keisuke's throat along with the feel of warm fingers touching his wanton penis had Takumi trembling. Long fingers closed around his hard-on and began to move in sensual strokes that melted his embarrassed resistence. Keisuke's other hand dropped to his hips and Takumi felt his pants shift lower as Keisuke continued to manipulate his needy manhood. The blond's tongue glided and thrust against his making it even harder to pull away from the delicious friction of Keisuke's hand.

It was a relief to have the tight fabric peeled back from his member. It also shocked Takumi that he was allowing his spiky-haired tormentor to be so bold. Yet, as Keisuke had pointed out, they had known each other for more than a year. Turning heated when mutual attraction struck was normal for a relationship that had a year to evolve into a more intimate connection.

Keisuke's lips released his and the blond gave him a heated look when his eyes slid open. Takumi's breath accelerated over being fondled so deliciously. The way Keisuke caressed his arousal, his lips curved into a smile, told Takumi he enjoyed the reaction he was getting. The breathy tone of Keisuke voice made clear that he was getting more aroused as he stroked Takumi's rock-hard length. "Let go, Takumi. I want you to enjoy my touch. I'll even give you all the lip service you want if you say hai."

His breath faltered as Takumi tried to form words that would not come. His scrotum tightened, tingling as Keisuke fanned his desire with a talented hand. Those fingers were finding hyper sensitive areas Takumi had not known existed. Keisuke used each one he discovered to drive Takumi's passion higher.

Takumi had masturbated many times to get relief from his aching sex. This was much more inflaming, sensual, and enjoyable than anything he'd thought to do to himself. The way Keisuke's fingers twirled over his head, circling and massaging the tip, hole, and focusing on the underside with each stroke had Takumi shivering as pleasure shimmered through him. The way that hand slid down his length with alternating firm and lighter griping, stoked fires in Takumi's body he had not known existed. Keisuke's fingers pushed even deeper into his pants, petting and cupping his sac. Devilishly talented fingers found a spot directly behind his balls that, when pressed and massaged, shot an odd sensation through Takumi's groin that ended in bliss.

"Nng. Ah, Kei . . . suke," were the only sounds Takumi could get out before he shuddered under another wave of knee melting sensations Keisuke was causing.

"I like that expression, Takumi. Let me give you a blow job. That feels even better than my hand does." Keisuke's voice purred next to his ear.

Somehow Takumi shook his head to refuse. Part of him rebelled at letting Keisuke's mouth anywhere near his groin. It was one thing to use his hands to get Keisuke off, and another to use his mouth. If he allowed Keisuke to go down on him, he would feel obligated to return the favor. Takumi was not certain he could do that. Blow jobs belonged in the solid, long term commitment category. As much as he enjoyed being involved with Keisuke, Takumi could not answer several serious questions about this relationship. His biggest question being whether or not they would remain together for very long.

Takumi's hands slid to Keisuke's hips and fumbled to unfasten the blond's pants. Exquisite sensations had drowned more of Takumi's shyness in the longing for release that Keisuke was increasing with every stroke of his hand. The hot silken skin Takumi's hand wrapped around intensified his response as Keisuke's breath became more ragged next to his ear. An indistinct thought about how surprisingly thick Keisuke was shimmered across Takumi's conscience as the blond kissed him again. The thought evaporated as his partner's fingers found a particularly sensitive spot at the base of his head again, pushing Takumi's pleasure with being touched even higher.

Ragged gasps overlapped as their tongues twined again. Their hands moved in sync around each other's hard length. Both were seeking to bring each other the pleasure of completion through mutual masturbation.'

Agony roused Takumi from erotic dreams of Keisuke. Heaviness and pain counterpointed his dream induced, throbbing erection. Fever was consuming him. Realization that he was very ill traipsed through Takumi's mind. Takumi fought to pull his scattered thoughts together. Thirst parched his throat. He was desperate for a cool drink to ease his throat. The nineteen-year-old's eyes opened. He discovered he was on a futon with bandages on his wrists and body. The teen tried to recall how he got there through fog inducing misery.

A petite blur morphed into a black-haired girl that wavered within his sight as she came to his bedside. The child said something and gestured with her hands to pantomime the action of eating. Her heavy accent and halting speech made her hard to understand without the gestures. She was quite pretty, if doll like, Takumi decided. His eyes focused on her for a few seconds before he lost the ability to see details again.

"Water." Takumi's voice was a bare whisper.

The girl stood beside his cot as if she had not heard him. Takumi repeated himself with the tiniest improvement in tone strength. He found he was too weak to pantomime the act of drinking. She still did not react when Takumi repeated the single word. Irritation at himself and the child staring at him while looking confused began to rise.

The little girl seemed to understand on the third try. She propped him up and gave him a drink which was the only thing that mattered. Takumi swallowed the contents of the glass in a few gulps, although it had an odd tang that clung to his tongue. Takumi wondered from where she had come. How had she found herself watching over him? The girl again made the same gestures as before. This time Takumi worked through her thick accent to understand her stilted words. "You try eat now."

Takumi managed to tap the glass, she was helping him hold in hopes she would bring more water to him. "More water first, kudasai?"

The young girl glided out of the room with the glass in her hands. Takumi hoped she had understood as he tried to blink the sandpaper sensation from his eyes. His vision was not very reliable Takumi realized as he waited for the girl to return. The fever he had must have dried his tear ducts out Takumi thought as his eyes drifted shut to ease the burning.

Takumi's body was screaming for appeasement because of the lewd dream he'd been having about Keisuke before pain woke him up. His arms would not cooperate with his mind to deal with the problem. His groin was becoming more painful by the moment. Worse, the soft music and not quite understandable voice he was hearing made Takumi irritable. He could not understand the subtle words underneath the instruments. He was so thirsty he could barely speak, and his captors refused to give him enough to drink to ease his thirst.

The only thing that had improved about their situation was the knowledge that Itsuke was somewhere close. Fumihiro was also in good shape, if not good spirits. It had been a shock to find out Matsimoto was also a prisoner. Takumi had no idea when he had seen the other men, but knew he had spoken to them for a few moments.

The girl returned with the thin bearded man Takumi already hated rabidly. "You're still very sick from wound fever and mild infection. Too much of anything will make things worse. I've told Yet Kwai that you can have two glasses of water at a time for now. Weak broth is going to be about all your stomach can handle until your fever breaks."

In a matter of moments, the girl child gave Takumi more water. The thin man gave the child instructions in a different language to which she nodded understanding. More water followed the cup of broth Takumi was prevented from gulping down by being physically restrained. It was not long before Takumi spiraled down into another dream of his beloved as the drugged water took effect.

~~oo00oo~~

"Go help Fujiwara and Fumihiro! They stuffed them in a van. They just left a couple minutes ago." Hiroshi's pain laced words harried Keisuke morning, noon, and night. Failure gnawed at Keisuke's mind. His heart was shredded by the loss of Takumi's presence. He had told Oyaji-san that he'd get as ruthless as he had to be so he could protect Takumi when he had faced his angry in-law. Now, Keisuke's words flogged him with a vicious soul shattering sting. The blond looked around the circle of gangsters he had called together. Desperation to find his missing, badly injured mate pushed Keisuke to take drastic measures.

"Domo for meeting with me, minasan. I know I don't have the right, but I'm grateful you agreed to see me." Keisuke started the meeting he had arranged. His eyes met each of the other men's eyes as the longest standing members of Walking Man formed a loose circle around him at a park close by Akimoto and Tohji's apartment.

"Keisuke-Nī, you look like hell." One of the stockier members said before Keisuke had a chance to explain the reason he'd call them.

"That's a serious understatement, Gingo. Three members of Project D, and a temp support crew's younger 'Nēchan were kidnaped. I have to find where they are, . . . and fast. The Kēsatsu think these kidnapings may be retaliation from the Black Market because of the shooting a few months ago. That means very bad news for my teammates, minasan. I'm not going to ask anyone to do anything dangerous. Still, I would really appreciate any help you're willing to give right now toward finding them." The brutal words tumbled from Keisuke's mouth as he looked at the burly fighters in front of him.

"We heard a fight landed several Red Suns in the hospital. Don't you think you should catch us up with nani happened?" The wiry Teru asked as he twirled a piece of chain around his forefinger like a miniature chopper blade. The man was lethal with the chain he twirled and Keisuke knew it. Teru was also very smart. 'Perhaps too smart for his own good,' Keisuke thought with a touch of sourness.

"From everything the kēsatsu found at Arai Umito's apartment, it seems he was forced to help grab Project D members. Someone tortured his onēchan to make him do it. The Tokyo Prefecture's kēsatsu seized a shit load of heroin and opium a few days after Fujiwara and I got shot. They found the evidence in the fence's car that led to three warehouses getting busted with the largest shipment the authorities have ever found. The sedans that showed up, and gangsters that tore through the Red Suns, were from Tokyo Prefecture. They stuffed two teammates in a blue van and took off before I could get back to the top to help. Two nights ago, an armed group attacked the hospital staff and guards where me and the other Red Suns were staying. The guards only had sticks to protect themselves. One guard's dead. I got my injured teammates out in time, but the entire group of thugs Fujiwara and I hospitalized were killed that night."

Keisuke had already decided he would not endanger his old colleagues any more than he had to in order to find Takumi. Several of his long estranged friends shuffled their feet and a few quiet oaths flew off tongues as they considered his news.

Akimoto stepped forward. "Well, it sounds like we're gonna get to have one hell of a rumble soon just like old times. We stood up to drug dealers before and made them sorry for setting their sights on Akagi. We can do it again. Count me in, my friend."

"I'm not asking anyone to put their lives on the line, Akimoto. I need information to find my teammates. I'm asking for only one thing. I'm asking minasan to consider keeping a look out around here, or even visiting the Tokyo Prefecture to play spy, nothing more. This is my problem to solve. I won't put anyone in danger if I can help it."

Shinsei informed him in a hard edged voice. "You aren't facing any crime syndicate alone, Keisuke. You're too damned rusty from all that street racing you been doing the last couple years to fight this out alone. Once Fujiwara and the others get located, I'm helping you get them out. I was there the night Fujiwara's crazy ex shot you both. I remember Arai Umito was there too. That makes me, and my family targets too."

"Face it. The same thing goes for me and Tohji, my friend. If they grabbed Arai's onēchan because he volunteered to be there that night, we have a real stake in putting this down for good. Those thugs brought in beat the other volunteers half to death a week ago. Then they took off with your squeeze and teammates. They'll be after the three of us soon enough if this is about that drug bust. You're not thinking too clear right now because they grabbed your sweetheart, Keisuke." Akimoto's declaration made Keisuke flinch. He had not intended for the rest to find out that Takumi was his life mate.

The greatest surprise was the number of Keisuke's old comrades that nodded with muttered agreements. Several seemed determined to help get the missing trio back. The atmosphere sharpened as the group focused on him.

"But, this isn't minasan's fight, Akimoto. Project D isn't part of Walking Man except me. I won't ask anyone to throw their lives away. Most of you don't even know the people abducted. The only thing I want is for minasan to keep their eyes and ears open so I can find my teammates in time. I'm grateful for the offer, but this is my fight. I'm the one that has an obligation to Takumi and the others. Akimoto, you and Tohji should vanish for a while. The same goes for you, Shinsei. I'll settle the score with these bastards."

One of his other long estranged gang brothers bellowed at Keisuke. "We all stand together, or we're not fit to be part of any brotherhood. Although that whore you hooked up with caused major shit a few years ago, you got rid of her. That doesn't count against you now. I don't give a damn if the Kēsatsu have connected these scum bags to the Black Market. We'll kick all their asses out of Nihon for screwing with us! If that's nani it takes to get your new crew back, and protect our own, then we do it. I'd rather get my head blown off than desert any 'Nīchan I have! Stand as one was the code you gave us a long time ago, Keisuke-Nī. Hard feelings aside, we still honor the code."

Keisuke stared at the thickly muscled gangster who spoke with a surge of hope that maybe there was a chance of finding Takumi in time. "Arigato, Yuudai."

Ryota, the shortest member of the gang's original lineup spoke from the other side of the circle. "Give us a description of the men we're hunting, and we'll find them, Keisuke-Nī. I'd like to know how the bastards snatched your sweetheart while you're at it. It's not like you to leave a girlfriend alone for very long as I recall."

Keisuke felt his face flame at the other man's observation. Several of his original brothers were swingers. In the cases of both Teru and Gingo, pure homosexuals with hard core attitudes. If he evaded giving Ryota an honest answer, there would be hard feelings.

"Fujiwara couldn't be girly if he tried, Ryota. He's actually tough as hell, so don't ever let him hear you call him my girlfriend. He'd get mad as hell and make you regret it. Besides, I didn't leave Fujiwara alone. I was attacking Akagi's course because Fujiwara got pissed at me. The same group attacked his adopted Nīchan two weeks before the second attack. They took off with Takeuchi and Fujiwara wasn't handling it very well. I was blowing off training until he blew up about it. Takumi told me to train, or he was going to make me miserable. Red Suns members that had volunteered at our last Project D battle surrounded him. He wanted to apologize in person for their getting scared out of their wits the night Mogi went crazy. Hiroshi and several others took a hell of a beating trying to protect him until I could get back. Minasan told me that Fujiwara put up a hell of a fight though his right leg's still in a heavy bone brace. He used a crutch to deflect blows and beat the hell out of most of his attackers. They used multiple direction, synchronized attacks with the help of a drugged rag to bring him down."

"So that's naze the crazy little bitch shot you. She must have been pretty pissed off over getting replaced by another dude." Gingo rubbed his chin as he made his observation.

"Teru, do you still have computers and printers at your place?" Keisuke had taken two cell phone snapshots of Takumi when someone distracted the younger man. Keisuke had taken both on romantically inclined whims. Those images would make it easier for his contacts to avoid unnecessary confusion as they searched for clues in the underbelly and alleyways of the prefecture.

"I wouldn't be a very good hacker if I didn't. You'll find it's a good headquarters if you want to use my place to hole up in. I'm in the middle of a hack for a phantom site that's got a damned good hacker on its side right now though. Morita caught his girl going there, and spending way too much money. The interesting part is how someone gave her the link when visiting one of your fan site's web chats, Keisuke-nī. It's supposed to be dedicated to the rumors about you and your teammate." The wiry framed man gave him a thoughtful look.

Keisuke snorted. "I could care less about that right now, Teru. I have a couple pictures of Takumi on my cell phone. Do you think you could make copies and get them printed to pass around? Fujiwara's image is also on the Project D website. If the cell phone pictures are too small, you could print out the website image, couldn't you?"

"I can do all three in a few minutes and have copies for you by this afternoon, Keisuke-nī." Teru replied with a raised eyebrow.

"Shinsei and Akimoto both can describe Matsimoto and Fumihiro. I know some of you will probably remember them if we give you verbal descriptions. I'm not sure whether or not the image that has Matsimoto in it will be good enough to print. For that matter, Fumihiro's one snapshot on the website is only showing half his face."

"Bet Teru can reconstruct the image to give you a full face if you give him a couple hours time." Ryota pointed out.

"That's one bet you're right on the money about, shorty." Teru replied with a smart tone. The group grinned as another gangster slapped the small man across the back.

Another car pulled up on the curb and shut down. Chikato and another man got out, walking toward them. Chikato looked fresh from a bad brawl. The smaller man looked familiar, yet Keisuke could not place where he'd seen him before.

"Keisuke-nī, we have a huge problem." The ex-gangster began speaking even before he got to the group of angry looking thugs. "Akimoto and Shinsei were right to contact me. Shitamura here knows the situation best. I just rescued him from the Syndicate head he was working for. He can tell you a hell of a lot more than anyone else about your teammates whereabouts right now."

Keisuke felt his heart stutter, writhe, and twist within his chest. His nightmare descended into a new level of unendurable hell. The smaller man's face clicked in his mind. Akiho had known the little weasel. Shitamura had been her dealer when he was trying to get her clean. Powerful hands had him by the arms Keisuke realized as he lunged at the cringing man. He roared at the coward wringing his hands a few feet away, Chikato standing protectively beside him. "Start talking, you little bastard. Nani have you done to Takumi and the others?"

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