The Beast and the Grease Monkey

The Beast and the Grease Monkey
Pairing: Kabaji/Yuuta
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis. Nope not at all. I also am not writing this to make money from it. This is purely for amusement. I also do not play Yuuta. He is played by the lovely RageBoxAlice with who I did get permission to post this.
Authors notes: The following is a Crack!Log between myself and a fellow RPer at a Prince of Tennis LJ game. It took place during AU week, as part of a Nice Guys turned complete assholes plot idea.

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Kabaji stumbled against the lowered metal door of the shop. It was late evening and he didn’t even know it was this place he’d come to. He could think a million other places he could have gone to, but instead, his shoulder hit the side of the garage door with a loud bang as he fight to remain upright. He could have gone to a back alley quack after, instead, he was sliding down the metal and sitting upon the ground, ignoring the blood slowly pooling. The fight had been ferocious. It had been seriously bad shit that had gone down. He’d not been in a turf war like that since he’d taken the mantle of “The Beast”.

The gang had been merciless and he was sure that right now, there were a few dead bastards on the highway somewhere he couldn’t remember for the pain in his head where he’d been struck back a led pipe. They’d thought he’d go down easy. Not him. He was ‘Baji the Beast, and one of the toughest bozoku to ever ride the means streets of Tokyo.

Only now, after it all was over and he had been victorious had he stumbled off to lick his wounds in private. The back of his head slammed against the metal and he swore when he found his cigarettes ruined from the sweat and the blood and the fighting. “Fuck…I’m going to fucking die. I’m going to fucking die in this god damned place...and I can’t even have a fucking good bye cigarette.”

Yuuta rolled his neck as he locked the door to his office. He hated all the paperwork that came with a place of business, but he loved his chop shop too much to lose it over something like owed taxes or something stupid like that. This place had been his dream since he was a tiny brat seeing his dad alter stolen cars to sell. He hadn't known about it being illegal then, it'd just looked like a lot of fun, and the other guys hadn't minded him sticking around and handing them tools and stuff. They'd taught him the different parts and how to fix or alter them. Hell, the first word he'd ever learned to read had been "Hemi". He didn't want anyone taking this place from him, so he kept his paperwork nice and neat and by all accounts above-the-table. And if he occasionally paid for non-street- legal parts with cash, well... there weren't any receipts to show fro it, so no harm, no foul, right? Right.

He was done locking up for the night and was walking to the back stairs leading up to his apartment when he heard a thud, a dragging sort of noise, and another thud against the service door. What, punks again? He'd had a few try to break in before, thinking that he'd be stupid enough to keep a lot of cash on hand just because business was good. Or maybe they wanted parts, he didn't know. What he did know was that they wouldn't be getting anything. Slowly, he made his way to the side door, stopping by an old, unused tool box and extracting the gun he kept hidden there, before quietly opening the door. He walked out carefully after checking around and moved toward the front of the building, gun loaded, cocked, and ready. Whoever they were, he wasn't giving them a chance to shoot back. They were going down. He stopped near the corner, back against the wall, and listened intently, but couldn't hear anything else. Had they given up? Or were they planning their next move. He decided to move quickly, in case they had some sort of homemade bomb. Rolling off the building and around the corner, he brought the gun out in front of him, ready to fire. "...'Baji?" He pulled the gun upright immediately, getting a better look at the other guy. "Well, shit."

"Fuck. I'm in hell... I'm in fucking hell! Fuck!" Okay. So that wasn't the kindest thing to say, but he wasn't the kindest person. Not a greeting to his mechanic. Not an explanation as to why he was beaten to hell and bleeding all over Yuuta's nice clean garage door. His hand crumpled his already ruined cigarettes and threw them at the other. His was of saying he did not appreciate the gun pointed at him at all. In fact, it made him think he really was in hell. After all, hell had to be a place where it was Yuuta to find him like this.

"So, fucking grease monkey's live in hell too... Fucking great. Can't even die without owing you fucking yen." He let his head bang against the door again. Once he got that out of his system for the moment, he muttered, "don't just stand there...let me bum a cig...or call me a doc or something..."

Snorting at all the dramatic whining over what looked to him to be minor wounds; Yuuta slipped the safety on and stuck the gun in the waistband of his jeans. He'd flirt with the man any day, but tonight he'd planned to give in and find some anonymous guy to spend an hour with, since his vibrator just wasn't doing it for him anymore. "You're not in hell, moron, and you're not dying. You are bleeding all over my door, though." Sighing, he moved in closer to 'Baji. "Come on, ya big baby. Let's get you inside and patched up. You can sleep on my couch 'til you're better." Reaching down, he pulled the other's arm around his shoulder, moving himself into a position to help pick him up. "Come on, Big Daddy, I'll patch you up and you can tell me all about what happened to you."

'Baji was a pretty heavy guy to be lifting and he certainly didn't seem to want any help up. But in the end, he gave up and let himself be moved into standing position. It was always so amusing to him how much larger he was that Yuuta. Not that he was in any mood to be amused. "Looks like hell to me, grease monkey. And I fucking wish I was dead. Mother fuckers. Never going to live this down."

He leaned his weight upon the smaller male and wondered if the other would notice that now instead of the door, he was bleeding all over the grease monkey. "And I want a fucking cigarette..." Still, once they were in the shop, he forced himself away from Yuuta to perform the ritual of the swear jar. Even battered and beaten, Baji still emptied his pockets into the jar without a second thought. He joined Yuuta again, hand on his head. *fucking aspirin to...fucking ears are fucking ringing..." he towered over the other and glowered in a dangerous way. "And don't fucking call me a baby. You take a god damned crowbar to the head and not fucking complain about it."

"Baji was heavy, but Yuuta'd been helping people hoist engines out of cars since he was ten. Lean and wiry, people often underestimated his strength, which came in handy during scuffles. Still, 'Baji was pretty beat up, and the words he spoke confirmed it. He hadn't been in another accident like Yuuta'd initially thought... he'd been attacked. Not good. He moved the other as quickly as possible inside, in case he'd been trailed by anyone. He was slightly worried by how much blood the other was losing, but since the larger boy was capable of throwing a tantrum and still went through the ritual of emptying his pockets once they were inside, he figured it couldn't be life-threatening. "A'right, a'right, already! Come on, I got everything in my office." He had a really nice-sized first aid kit, actually since accidents and injuries were fairly common in that line of work. He maneuvered his large friend into the office and sat him down in the Boss Chair, a little wooden thing with no armrests and no cushioning. He'd been laughed at for it, but no one had yet tried to sneak in and take a nap on it. Shaking off the reverie and moving to the giant first aid kit hanging on the wall, Yuuta glanced back over his shoulder. "Get that shirt off, I wanna see what's making you bleed all over it."

He knew he probably could have had a pass at the swear jar this night at least. Surely, he'd not have to fork over exorbitant amounts for his fowl mouth due to the condition he was in, but he had done so anyway, just in case. It would seem doing so had annoyed his mechanic a little. After all, he was not used to Yuuta being so pushy. He knew the other could be. Yuuta had gotten pretty pushy when he and Jackal had gotten into that fight. Still, he supposed he shouldn’t complain about it too loudly. He might get kicked out into the streets again to fend for himself. The chair, he decided was not at all comfortable. It hurt a little to sit in it as he was not in the best of shape as it was. He did attempt to get comfortable on it.

It was rather difficult, but he didn’t manage to find some sort of balance between discomfort and the need to sit so his head would stop swimming and his ears would stop ringing. Hand to the bloody mark at his temple, he watched the other retrieve the large kit. He wondered if he’d have to pay to replace the bandages he would probably need.

He knew deep down that Yuuta probably had wanted to see him shirtless for a while, but he decided it was better to think of this like some of those back alley docs. Surely, the other wouldn’t be too impressed by his large, muscular form, or by the Fujin tattoo that dominated his back nor the smaller tatts of dragon and oni in varying states of completion on his arms. Cursing quite loudly under his breath, Baji pulled the stained shirt over his head and threw it very hard across the room. “Fucking ruined! Favorite fucking shirt too... Someone…was always complimenting it…” Crossing hardened abs was a rather long and angry knife cut. It looked like someone had tried to cut out his guts and failed miserably.

“So, do I have to fucking call you Doc now, grease monkey?”

Yuuta set the kit down and eyes him critically for a moment, before shaking his head. "Let me make sure, but I don't think so, no." First he knelt down between Baji's legs to look at the cut on his stomach. Oh, god, he had to get a mental flyswatter after the thoughts he was having. Sure, the guy was sex on legs, and yeah, Yuuta was in a position he'd have sold a body part to be in, but not while the poor guy was bleeding and pissed off! Even if the smell of sweat and masculinity was making him a little dizzy. Snapping on a latex glove, he began poking at the wound, trying to tell how deep it was, and what kind of patching-up it would require. It was about three inches long, not too bad, and it seemed pretty shallow. "You won't need stitches," he said, looking up, "but I'm putting butterfly closures on this to keep the skin from splitting more. That and some gauze should be enough." He set about doing just that after putting on the other glove, quickly and efficiently cleaning and tending the wound. When he was done, he grabbed a pen light from the kit and stood up to look Baji in the eye. "Okay, I'm gonna shine this light in your eye, and it's gonna make you cranky, but I gotta, okay? Wanna see if they addled yer brains when they hit you, because concussions mean a hospital visit, like it or not." He quickly tested both eyes, and sighed in relief. "Nope, you're fine." He set about cleaning up the head wound very carefully, wiping the blood almost tenderly from Baji's face. "

"You know, one day you're gonna get into a fight and just never come back to me from it." He was muttering to himself, not even aware he'd said it out loud; as he finished taping gauze over the head wound (a shallow cut that must have nicked a vein, because it had bled more than it should have for its size).

Baji gritted his teeth and touched it out when he was poked or prodded. He wouldn’t make a sound when it came to things like this. It might hurt like hell, but he wasn’t about to do anything ore the growl out the occasional curse. A few times, he’d had to stop himself from grabbing a fist full of Yuuta’s hair in order to tug him not so gentle away. Though in such a position, with his head spinning like it was, the adrenaline still spiking high, a hand in Yuuta’s hair, while in that position…he’d doubt he’d be pulling the other away…more like towards… As it was, strong fingers dug into the sides of the wooden chair as he endured the exam. When the other told him he’d not need stitches, Baji swore quite loudly

“Fucker! Least he could fucking do was leave me a scar for the trouble.” His glower turned worse when Yuuta stood and told him he was going to be flashed in the eyes. His language got courser as the other did what he said he would. Though not because it pissed him off that he was getting a bright light burned into his retinas, but because he didn’t want to go to a hospital. They asked too many stupid questions there. He swearing seemed to slow and then stop at the tenderness he was being shown. It was strange. He hadn’t meant to come here…sure, he’d shown up before, after crashes or turf battles, but always well after the fact when all he was wearing were bruises. He had only come here because of some strange twist of his befuddled head.

A head he thought still might be messed up when he thought he heard those words. Baji found himself lifting a large hand to cover the one cleaning his face and leaning into it somewhat. It was a strangely gentle gesture for a man who took some sort of perverse pleasure in kicking the shit out of people. “That’s not going to happen….I owe the fucking jar too much goddamned money… So, don’t worry your damned head.”

Yuuta tried to speak. He really did. He was a boss man; he knew how to yell at people, speaking wasn't beyond him normally. And yet it was hard for him to breathe properly, never mind speak, with the hand tenderly holding his in place. What in the world was he doing? Didn't he know things like this encouraged Yuuta's pursuit of him? Even worse, didn't he know it made Yuuta think of things besides sex, things that just weren't going to ever happen? But then Baji's words registered, and Yuuta found his voice again after an embittered snort. Of course it wasn't about him, how stupid could he get? Baji just had more honor than most people gave him credit for, and he did owe the jar. "Yeah, and you'll prolly being paying it 'til you're an old man, the way you swear." Pulling his hand away reluctantly, he gathered up the various parts of the kit and replaced it in its original position. Then he turned back to Baji and jerked a thumb at the door behind him. "Use the bathroom to clean up the rest of the blood, and you can crash here tonight." And maybe he'd get to ogle the man's hot muscles and tats a little longer, since he'd conveniently forgotten to offer a replacement shirt.

He'd never gotten inked himself; he was more of a piercing guy. Most of them were visible: in his ears, his eyebrow, his bottom lip, the hollow of his throat... No one ever saw the tongue or the nipples, except the back-alley guys he met when it got to be too much. He'd been thinking about another one, but it sounded like it could get caught easy and pulled out, so he hadn't gotten it yet. But as much as he didn't want ink, he had to admit the guy in his chair, blood and all, was drop-dead sexy with his own back and arms covered in those designs. And was that the kanji for "evil" on his neck? Nice!

There had been a moment. He knew that. He knew that he’d had a moment with Yuuta. But he’d managed to kill it with one or two hard words about a tradition he didn’t at all mind. He had been trying to say that he’d always come back to the shop no matter what. But fowl as he was, he wasn’t about to tell the other how good he looked in his mechanic’s jumpsuit. He also didn’t’ want to say that it was. Yuuta who had complimented him so many times on the shirt he had so viciously thrown away. Such things would be admitting to something he didn’t think he wanted to admit to. That his sexy mechanic was getting to him. He let the other push his hand away and start to rearrange. He doubted he needed to remind the other, but he was sure that it was necessary. “You know…I could stop paying the fucking jar all together. Ignore all your fucking little rules and just do what the hell I want in here.” He could have. He could because he seriously didn’t think anyone but him actually paid the damn jar…if a way, if little ritual was just handing over cash to Yuuta for no damned reason at all expect he liked know that the other was using it towards something good…he hoped.

Standing, he turned his back to Yuuta, the ancient god watching relevantly as he made sure he’d not bled too badly in the chair. He looked over his shoulder. “Not just going to blast me with your hose? That’s good to fucking know. Water was cold as shit.” He started away from Yuuta but then stopped. Once more he glanced over his shoulder and offered something very rare on such a harsh face. A smile “Thank you, Yuuta.” Not Grease Monkey or any other vaguely insulting name…A proper name. A show of Baji’s respect for the man who had helped him out. He just hoped any other emotion he might hold for the other man stayed away from that tone. “I’ll try not to make too much of a fucking mess of your shower.”

Yuuta blinked as his actual name was used. In combination with that quick smile, he was pretty sure he couldn't have moved right then if he'd been set on fire. Strange that he kind of felt that he already had been... He just nodded numbly at the reassurance, watching Kabaji move into the bathroom and only able to tear his eyes away once the door shut completely. "...The jar was just a joke at first, ya moron. No one else puts money in there but you," he muttered sadly. Truthfully, he liked that Baji always filled the jar, and made sure to keep some good beer and smokes on hand for him in return. He also upgraded the other guy's bike parts whenever he came in, using the money. Not that he'd tell him that, Baji'd just sneer and call him a woman or something. Sighing to himself about the long day he'd had even before the object of his lust (or more? He swatted that thought away.) had shown up, he unzipped his jumpsuit and wriggled out of it, picking it up once he'd stepped out of the legs and throwing it over the arm of the couch closest to him. His jeans and wifebeater didn't look spectacular on him the way they would on Baji, but Baji had the body for anything.

Yuuta, for all that he was tough, was still on the skinny side. And the short side, he thought with a frown. Oh well, at least they were clean clothes. He hadn't sweated today, so he smelled decent. Walking around to his chair, he quickly checked that there was no blood (none, for which he was relieved) before letting himself drop into, idly swiveling it back and forth a he waited for the other to finish showering.

Showering... Naked… wet... Yuuta blinked as his thoughts finally made enough connections to produce a mental image... of Baji, naked and wet and oh god maybe he was hard... Yuuta moaned, his cock coming to instant attention. Oh shit, Baji was freaking naked in his shower! Swiveling directly away from the bathroom door, Yuuta hurriedly unzipped his jeans and reached in; glad he hadn't bothered with underwear today. He had to take care of this quick, before the other man noticed the state he was in!

Baji had shut the door tightly and for a moment, just leaned ageist it. He blamed the head wound...It had to be. Why else would he have smiled at Yuuta? Why else would he have called the other by name...Why else would he have thought about how good Yuuta had looked on his knees. Here he'd complained about the hose water being cold... when he finally stripped for the shower, he’d not bothered with the hot water at all. A cold shower was just what he needed to kill the adrenaline and the thought going through his head. Baji thought to be quick. With such a freezing cold shower, he had to be. Tough as he was, it got too cold and his impressive size would be halved…not that anyone was looking.

A strange surprise really as he’d almost expected Yuuta to barge on in and demand he use a different set of towels or something else equally inane. But Yuuta did not bare in and he finished his freezing cold shower in record time. He was forced to return to his faded and torn, blood stained jeans as he wasn’t about to go out there wrapped in only a towel.

He stepped out of the bathroom not three minutes after he’d gotten in, clean as he was probably going to get and wondering why it was that comfortable chair was turned away from the door. He could see the top of Yuuta’s head and he thought he heard rather excited breaths. He dismissed it as a passing idea left over that the cold shower had not killed. “Oi…Yuuta…I’m bumming a fucking cig… I need one bad.” He started over to the desk where he knew the other kept his smokes.

Yuuta blew out a harsh breath, swiveling away from Baji and hastily stuffing himself back into his jeans. "Ah, yeah, sure, okay," he agreed hastily, not even sure what he was agreeing to. Oh god, don't let him have seen. God, please, don't let him have seen, was the only thought in his head then. He zipped up as quietly as possible, leaning forward to make the old chair squeak a little and hopefully cover up the sound of the zipper closing. Once that was accomplished, he stood as casually as possible, yanking his shirt down and hoping the bulge wasn't too noticeable. Or that Baji's head hurt enough that he wouldn't be looking at anything except Yuuta's face. Jeez, of all the things to get caught doing, what had he been thinking?! Dumb, that's what he was. He really did need to stop letting his dick think for him. One day, nice or not, Baji was gonna get pissed at his flirting and either screw him without lube, or put his head through a wall. He knew it, and yet he couldn't stop pushing the other guy, trying to get him to give in. It'd be funny if it wasn't so sad, really. Snorting at his own stupidity and making his way over to the filing cabinet, he felt around on top until he came up with his lucky Zippo, then walked back over to where Baji'd wrestled a cigarette out of the pack. He flipped it open, lighting it, and held it out for the other man. "Here," he said, knowing that was all the invitation needed.

He’d not seen. Though he thought that Yuuta’s face was strangely more flushed that usual and his movement was a little odd. He’d been too busy to actually look at where Yuuta’s hand had been as he’d been digging for a smoke and trying hard not to notice that the other male had somehow stocked his brand of smokes. He wondered….when had Yuuta started smoking his brand?

He could have sworn Yuuta had smoked Strikes, not Sevens… He didn’t feel like questioning the sudden brand change. He put the smoke to his lips and watched the other come with a lighter. His eyebrow rose. He usually used matches but wouldn’t argue with a light. He had to bend a little to get the tip caught on fire. Straightening, he leaned against the desk, taking a long drag. The small cloud that came from his lips was expelled by a deep thrumming growl of pleasure. “That…tastes…fucking great. Needed that. After the fucking night I had, need one of these. Almost better than sex.” He observed, totally unaware what he might be doing to his mechanic in the process. After all, it was true. Nothing beat a smoke after a hard fight.

“It wasn’t a total fucking loss…despite the bastards trying to off me…got a good stretch more road out of it…and I think I’ve got a fucking bike or two you can strip. They got some big part. Know how you fucking like big parts.” He took another long drag. It was obvious that he’d calmed quite a bit from the ordeal.

Yuuta swallowed the moan in his throat from the sex comment. Or maybe that was a lump of disappointment? Eh, wasn't like it was going to happen anyway. He moved to back of the desk, and rummaged around in a drawer until he came up with a pack of Strikes for himself. Frankly, he didn't know how Baji could smoke Sevens, but to each his own. He'd absently pocketed his lighter, and now he was standing there with a cigarette dangling from his lips as he listened to Baji talk about the payoff for his pain. "Well, the road's good and all, and I'll never say no to the bikes, but still. What were those punks doing jumping you in the first place? I don't like it. Someone musta got cocky, which means you better watch your back. Might be more wherever those chowderheads came from."

Throwing the pack back in the drawer, he pondered for a minute before deciding that it couldn't hurt to try something he'd been wanting to do. Baji might get pissed off, but he was hurt and Yuuta had just patched him up. Plus he seemed mellow enough. Now if he'd just stop freaking growling like a demon out of Yuuta's wettest fantasies, everything would be peachy keen.

Moving over in front of the other man, he reached up and wrapped the palm of his hand around Baji's neck, pulling him gently down until the tip of his cigarette met Yuuta's. Yuuta took a deep drag, lighting his cigarette from Baji's fire. It was probably the closest he'd ever come to kissing "The Beast", but he'd take what he could get. Once his own was lit, he let go, pulling back before exhaling smoke. "Thanks," he said, feeling himself loosen up a little as well when the nicotine hit his system.

Once again, the question hit as to why the other had his brand. He would have smoked Yuuta’s if he absolutely had to. But he wasn’t about to question a good thing. Especially not when talking business. Not that he thought Yuuta really cared about the bozoku side of things. Sometimes Baji imagined that Yuuta had oil running through his veins.

Though right now, he was more interested hearing the other male’s opinion. He supposed, but at the same time, he had gotten sloppy. He’d gone up against a small gang with a death wish it seemed. “Probably thought to make a fucking name for themselves…Hear that fucking shit all the time. About people wanting to take me out…or any of the big time pack leaders…take us out, cut our tats off as a prize. Some sick fucking shit like that. Those fucks weren’t half as hard care as they thought they were…should’ve seen their face when the pipe to the head didn’t do shit to me but make me madder…”

He was going to say more but his words were stopped by the sudden very close presence of Yuuta. He raised an eyebrow. “What the fuck to you want?” Was the understood demand. A demand answered by a hand rough from tools rested against his neck and against the kanji for evil. Intrigued and a little startled by this development, he let himself get pulled until their cigarettes touched. Fuck…holy…fuck… He growled again, but not because he was annoyed. He made that sound sometimes, when Yuuta did anything incredibly hot. When he couldn’t control his voice and ended up having to leave before he really growled at Yuuta. Yuuta pulled back leaving the biker rather stunned. He felt like he’d been hit in the head a second time.

His cigarette dangled from his lips for a moment while he stood trying to process what the hell had just happened. “Fucking hell…” He stated after to gather his wits. “Don’t do shit like that without warning me… I could have gotten you your fucking lighter, Yuuta.” The fact that he’d yet to revert to name calling or that he’d made no effort to stop the rather intimate gesture seemed to say that he didn’t really have his heart in protesting one bit. “And while I’m at it…I hate your fucking couch. It’s too small.”
Yuuta grimaced at the images Baji's words conjured up. "That's... pretty sick, yeah. And over freaking asphalt and the ability to say they did it. Just... makes me wonder why." He shook his head, dispelling the unpleasant thoughts. Baji was unbeatable, even punks good enough to wound him weren't good enough to stop him, so he didn't need to worry so much. His hand shook slightly as he pulled the cigarette away from his mouth to exhale, but he walked around the desk, fiddling with the neckline of his shirt to cover it up. That growl, oh god, that growl would be the death of him. He didn't even know why Baji did it sometimes; he just knew it got him harder faster than almost anything else did. But of course he wasn't happy with Yuuta's little display, and made it clear that Yuuta wouldn't be pulling that stunt again in the future, despite still using his given name instead of a nick like he usually did. Oh well, it had been nice while it lasted, he thought with a subtle smile. He knew he'd be jerking off to images of that act and the subsequent growl tonight. Speaking of tonight, Baji was right. The couch was too small... for The Beast. "Okay, you can sleep in my bed tonight..." He winked, smirking, and pondered the chaos of leaving the sentence like that, before deciding against it and finished with, "...and I'll take the couch. S'not too small for me."

He wouldn't mention that he hated the couch too, but not because of the size. He hated that Jackal was right, and that he was never going to get Baji on that couch with him. Not there, and not anywhere else. He tossed his head casually in the direction of the back stairs, keeping his face as neutral as possible. "Stairs up the back, you know my apartment, right? Bedroom's the door next to the TV, which you can watch if you want."

Baji shrugged and stabbed his cigarette out in an ashtray. He‘d come a long way in that at least. He used to put the things out on the first available flat surface, even using his own arm once. But that was before Yuuta had demanded he use a fucking ashtray or finds a different mechanic. “Fuck if I know what goes on in their fucking heads. Probably cause there’s some big shut going down at the with the Yak, and all us bikers want to make sure out stakes are claimed for the smother fucking suits come in and strip us…I ain’t scared of them though, the smug little mother fuckers. Watch them try to get on my turf. They’ll fucking die. I ain’t letting no fucking Yak have this place or the streets leading up to it.”

His tone boded no argument. The shop was Yuuta…the streets were his. He knew that. He did. His territory stopped at the doors and Yuuta’s territory began. He blinked at the sudden offer. Then shook his head when the other continued. “The hell you won’t. It’s your fucking apartment, so it’s your fucking bed. I just said I hated the couch. Doesn’t mean I won’t fucking sleep on it. I’m not about to take your goddamned bed away from you. So, you sleep in your own goddamned bed. Don’t make me into some asshole who takes a guy’s fucking bed from him so I can be comfortable.” He didn’t even want to think of the diplomatic solution. It was one that would probably send him back to the freezing showers. “Besides.” he added as an after thought… “You don’t want my naked ass all up in your bed…Cause I‘m gong to borrow the washer for your oil rags for my goddamned pants…” He was going to have to, so that he could get his jeans clean enough to wear. Blood stains were just not something wanted to introduce to Yuuta’s bed for some odd reason.

Yuuta's common sense shut down somewhere around "my naked ass all up in your bed", and just couldn't re-engage after that. Couldn't tell him that the thoughts going on in his head were bad, bad thoughts he really shouldn't be even thinking, ever mind considering. Nope, no conscience to tell him not to do something, so he strolled up to Baji, a wicked smirk on his face. He used a single fingertip to trace a line up between those rock-hard abs (making sure not to touch the area around the cut), between those deliciously bitable pecks, up that throat that really did need marks from his mouth on it, 'til he had it under the taller man's chin. "And what if I do want it in the bed? With my naked ass, even? Hm? What then, Big Daddy?" He slid his entire hand back down the larger boy's throat and torso, stopping only when his fingertips were resting against the waistband of his blood-stained jeans.

"You finally gonna gimme what I been begging for fer so long?" Oh, he knew he was gonna pay for it, knew it, but he didn't care. His blood was boiling, and if Baji said no, walked off to sleep somewhere else, he'd be running out find the first willing dick he could to pound him until he screamed. It wouldn't be the same, wouldn't be anywhere near as good, but he could pretend for a while that it was this one here. Could lie to himself and make do for a while longer before needing it again. He pressed himself flush against the tall, hard body in front of him, waiting for the violent push that would send him spinning away. "Give in to me yet?"

If it was a violent push he was wanting, Yuuta got it. But Baji was following the push in order to try to pin the small man against his desk. He really didn’t know what had finally triggered it. His lust that he’d kept so firmly in check despite the exorbitant amount of times he would have loved to nail Yuuta right there in his shop, without a care in the world of who might be watching. It was probably that touch that pushed him over the edge. Words were one thing. Yuuta could say as many suggestive things as he wanted. He didn’t know if he could take them seriously. A touch like that. That, he took very seriously indeed. His growl was deep and hungry when he pressed against the other. “Then your Daddy will just have to fucking share it with you…”

He was through trying to resist. This was a fight he’d lost the moment he’d met this sexy little grease monkey. “If I make it that far…You’re so fucking hot…you god damned cock tease…” He all but snarled the words into Yuuta’s ear before biting it. It wasn’t a hard bite by any means. He didn’t know how rough he could be on Yuuta, but he was more than willing to find out. After all, the only thing better than a cigarette after a fight was a good hard fucking. He made note though that when he pressed, Yuuta was already hard. Baji was getting there, though his jeans did much to restrict the growth. He did not hesitate to grab at the crotch of Yuuta’s hands and rub his hand against it hard. “You were trying to take care of that before…weren’t you? Do you want your Daddy to take care of it for you?” He didn’t know yet if it was too keen on calling himself Yuuta’s Daddy…there was a vague incestuous bent to the word, but at the same time, there was something unquestionably hot about it. “You say yes, and I’m going to bend you over this fucking table and make you scream for me…”

Okay, so he did get pushed, but it was more of a twist and then he was being pinned to the desk and oh god yes! He moaned loudly, pressing himself shamelessly against the other man's body and writhing as he listened to Baji talk dirty to him. Oh god, yeah, he'd teased, but mmmm, he wanted to go through with what he'd promised, too. He gasped at the bite, whimpering before angling his neck up enough to mouth at the powerfully corded neck he could now reach. He almost screamed when his crotch was grabbed, lips letting go of the delicious skin and hips jerking forward in response to the rough massage. He was through holding back, if Baji wanted to know, he'd tell him just what happened. "Uhn, yeah... got so hard thinkin' 'bout you naked... in the shower... tried to make it go away, but you came out too fast... uhn..." He choked on a moan at the question and the threat, knowing that he needed it too much to even think of saying no. "Mmmm, oh please, Daddy, please do it, I need you so bad!"

He was panting, shameless, and dazed by the hormone high. He let go of Baji's yummy arms to pull his shirt off, fingers moving to fumble with the zipper of the other man's jeans. God, he needed that cock in his hand NOW! Finally getting the zipper undone, Yuuta wasted no time sticking his hand inside. "Please, please," he begged as he stroked the hardening length, "I'll get on my knees if I have to." He reached up with his free hand, curling it around Baji's neck in a move reminiscent of lighting his cigarette off of the other's, but this time kept pulling until their mouths met in a hard kiss.

Yuuta was being shameless. Baji didn’t think he gave a fuck. He liked shameless Yuuta. More than liked him. He cock liked the shameless act as well. Very much. It also liked the friction of the movement as the other writhed against him. He felt lips against his neck. He smirked when his touch tore then away so soon. His hand continued to move against Yuuta’s pants, in a strong, hard motion. Trying to quickly learn the limits of Yuuta’s threshold. He let up enough to allow Yuuta to remove the shirt and he swept his eyes over the lithe frame, landing on the metal through soft pink bugs. He growled again despite himself. Later, he’d play there, but right now, he had found his toy for the moment in the hardness he was teasing.

He pressed closer when he felt the other fumbling at his pants. The begging. God the begging was hot. It made him want to reduce those words to shameless moans instead of pleas. But he’d got his answer, not that he’s not already known. “Then Daddy is going to fuck you good and hard, Yuu…” he didn’t manage the entire sentence because a hand had loosened his denim vice and was now on his quickly stiffening cock. “On your knees. Fuck Yuuta. I was this fucking close to shoving your face there already…get down there again and I’ll not let you up till my cum is covering that fucking face of yours.” Still, he refused to be outdone. Even as Yuuta was pulling him down for a kiss, Baji was reaching inside for neglected flesh. “Commando. Fucking slut…asking for you Daddy’s cock inside you, aren’t you… I like that.” He let himself trail off so that he could meet Yuuta’s lips. Much like his street name, Baji didn’t seem to go for caste kisses.

The hand on Yuuta’s cock squeezed tightly as if to demand that the other boy open up. Then his teeth were against Yuuta’s lips tongue trying to force its way in to claim a mouth that tasted like Strikes, but in a good way. On its journey, he felt something strange. In his many quick back alley fucks, he’d not done anyone with metal in their face…probably unconsciously because of Yuuta and his lusts for the other. It was unexpected but not unpleasant at all. In fact, it gave his tongue something to play with on its journey. As he tried to claim the other’s mouth, he was pushing against Yuuta and his hand, using his own hold over Yuuta’s cock to attempt to guide them so that the other might be a bit more comfortable while being pilled against a hard wooden desk.

Yuuta groaned into the kiss, sucking desperately on the invading tongue, using his own to mimic the actions he wanted to perform on another piece of flesh. He wondered if Baji had been freaked out by the tongue piercing, or if he'd done someone with a bar in his tongue before. He didn't pull away, though, instead playing with it almost curiously. The kiss didn't lose its overall hunger, and Yuuta could only gasp into the other's mouth as he was freed from his jeans and stroked. He finally pulled away when he needed to breathe, head dipping back as he surrendered to the strong, rough hand working its magic on his cock. "I'll do it," he managed to gasp out. "I'll get on my knees and suck that huge, gorgeous cock of yours. God, you don't know how many times I wanted to. Just open up that fly and wrap my lips around it. Suck and lick and swallow 'til you scream my name." He managed a smirk at that. If Baji had been thinking about him like he said he'd been, maybe they'd been having the same fantasy at the same time. Hadn't been too many times when the other's crotch had been at eye-level for him, but his mouth had actually watered every time he'd fantasized about it.

"Or bend over and let you fuck me hard and fast. Wasn't kidding when I said I wanted it that way, Big Daddy. You're a big boy, yeah, but after I get used to it, I don't want slow. I want The Beast." Extracting his flesh from Baji's grip, he toed off his shoes and socks, then dropped his jeans and kicked them away, twisting around and laying himself across his desk in a bare patch. Supporting himself on his elbows, he turned and looked over his shoulder. "There's lube and condoms in the middle drawer. I'm asking you to do is use 'em both."

Baji had really enjoyed the kiss as well as the hand playing against his cock. He was so hard now, it hurt. It had been a while since he’d last done anyone. With his size, there were always complications to it. His fingers never stopped moving though. Yuuta was just a sinful creature. He really did bring the beast out of Baji. Duty words spoken back to him after all his didn’t help matters either.

He wanted that smart mouth about him. He wanted to feel what it would be like to have that metal bar he’d felt against him there. He all but smirked at the words, a feral lust filled smile. “You’ve been stealing my fantasies…you know what your Daddy does to fucking thieves?” Other than curb stomp them, that was… “Maybe I’ll just show instead of tell.” He watched, the growl growing as the other stripped for him. Yuuta…the man was a fucking wet dream come to life, spread out over the desk like that, saying such words. “That’s right. I’m a big…big boy. And now you know I’m hiding this monster.” He moved forward to lightly lick the other’s back, tongue moving over Yuuta’s spine.

He purposely pressed his bulk against the other boy’s ass in the process; just so he could feel just how much bigger he was that most the guys the mechanic had probably been with. His tongue stopped at the bottom of Yuuta’s neck. He shifted slightly so be could bite against the other’s shoulder, hard. “You want the fucking Beast… I could kill you…Split you open right now, no protection, no lube but your fucking blood.” Then again, there really was little distinction between the two. They were the same person after all, and pretty much the same personality. The Beast was just what happened to Baji when he was deadly serious. It usually ended with his covered in blood.

He pulled away to inspect his angry bite mark before he went rummaging through the drawer for the items in question. “Magnums…you were fucking excepting this, weren’t you? Prepared for your Daddy like the fucking little whore you are…” He was sure by now, Yuuta realize it was just dirty talking for the sake of dirty talking. He really didn’t think Yuuta was a whore at all. Uncapping the lube, he coated his fingers before smirking and tossing the bottle aside to kick down Yuuta’s back. “I’ll wear the fucking rubber...but I ain’t using too much fucking lube…better if I do this.” His tongue found the other’s opening and slowly started to work at the muscle there.

Yuuta's eyes rolled back as Baji ground against him. God, he was huge! And the words, they should have scared him, he knew. Sane guys would have been scared. But Yuuta also knew, somewhere deep down inside, that Baji wouldn't let the Beast hurt him like that. Knew that he was as safe as reasonably possible around such a hardcore monster that most people feared. He wasn't sure why, though he suspected it had something to do with a quick smile and a large hand holding his while a bloody face nuzzled him. So even when he was bitten hard on his shoulder, he only whimpered for more. He wanted to be marked, to be claimed. Let everyone else thing he was a slut. He'd be one for Baji.

At the accusation, he choked and laughed. "Jackal bought those for me, the asshole. It was a joke after you two got hosed down and I kept staring at you dripping wet." He wasn't too worried about the name. He knew dirty talk, and frankly, he'd be a whore if it got him Baji at the end of the day. But only for his Big Daddy. God, he had such a weakness for the other man! He whimpered at the kisses down his back, writhing a little at the feeling and the unexpected sensuality.

Then he gasped and groaned, cock leaking droplets onto the desk, as a wet tongue invaded his body. "Oh god!" He couldn't help the exclamation any more than he could help the way his body dropped into the most submissive pose he could manage on the desktop. God, was he really...? He was! Yuuta felt himself shudder, getting close to climax just from the feel of that tongue doing deliciously nasty things to him.

Baji supposed at some point, he was going to have to thank Jackal…or not. He wasn’t to owe that bastard anything. Not even for condoms that actually fit him without making it feel like his cock was wrapped in a tight latex vice. He wasn’t about to make a comment that they had been “ribbed for her pleasure”. Then again, he wasn’t about to make any comment at all. His mouth was busy.

He’d known a lot of men who did not like this sort of prep. Still, he’d never met a prude that didn’t change his fucking tune the moment his tongue came into contact with that little ring of muscle and started to work there. A strong hand kept firm ass cheeks apart so that he could have as much room as he desired. As his tongue dipped and moved to stretch and moisten, he could feel the response his actions had gotten him.

Yuuta was definitely sexy slumped against the desk like that, at the mercy of his tongue. He wondered if he could get the other to cum just by rimming him. It made him hot to think that Yuuta might be just that sensitive. And though a part of his wanted to test that theory, he knew he wanted to replace that tongue with something much harder and bigger and thicker. That was why he gave up and let the lube on his fingers help his tongue, fingers going deep where his tongue could not reach.

It was with a bit of reluctance that he replaced tongue with more fingers. Once more, he was finding his way up Yuuta’s body to whisper hotly into his ear. “You look so fucking good like that…I bet you’d let me tongue you all night, wouldn’t you. But I have better things for you.” He thought his fingers found what he was looking for and he attacked without mercy. He was not a subtle nor a gentle lover. He was as animalistic and untamed as his street name. In fact, as it was, it was taking a lot of his waning willpower not to just toss the condom aside and fuck the other raw, as nature intended. But this was Yuuta’s turf. And Yuuta had wanted to use the protection.

He made sure the other could feel his hard and angry flesh pressed against one thigh as he leaned, letting Yuuta know what was waiting for him. “Scream for your Daddy, Yuuta. Let him know you’re ready for him.”

Yuuta moaned, half in disappointment and half in hunger, when the tongue was replaced by fingers, but those fingers began working their magic soon after and then he was just moaning and writhing. He loved the feel of Baji's large, powerful body laying over his, and wondered briefly what it would feel like to be on his back, with Baji pressing down on him from above, that powerful chest to nip at and those huge arms to grab onto, hips tucked against his ass, pumping away like those thick, wonderful fingers were doing now... That train of thought, along with every other thought in his head, derailed as those fingers found the spot in him they'd been looking for and attacked without mercy. Not that Yuuta had expected such a thing as mercy. No, he'd craved The Beast, had damned himself by asking for it, now he was The Beast's to play with. And god, he was addicted to the feeling.

He couldn't seem to form any coherent thoughts, much less words, in response to Baji's hotly-whispered dirty talk. The only things he could manage were "more" and "please", which he began repeating in an endless litany when Baji pressed hard flesh against his thigh. God, he was huge. Yuuta tried to spread his legs further, to let the other man know that he was ready, just please, please, do it! It changed the way his hips and back sat, though, and drove Baji's fingers into him a little differently. He screamed dutifully as his sweet spot was jabbed more directly than it had been before. A better angle now, he though dazedly, pushing himself away from the desk and up against Baji, making his posture as inviting as possible.

"Fuck, would you just fuck me already, please?! I need it." He moaned as he lowered himself back onto the desk, bracing his arms and hoping that Baji wasn't going to tease him anymore tonight. He'd explode if it went on much longer.


He loved the way he had reduced the other to one word pleas. He loved the way Yuuta look, speared upon his fingers, trying desperately to get more. Baji though that he could do this all night. Work Yuuta up to a frenzy and then not give him just what he was after. Payback for all those times the other had flirted and teased. But doing so would only be torture upon himself. Baji didn’t think his dick could handle the strain of denying Yuuta what he desired. He supposed that for both of their sakes, he could show some semblance of mercy. It, like the smile from before was something he would only show to Yuuta. And only after the other boy had sufficiently begged enough for it.

Only it was a demand that he received instead of begging. But that was fine. It was too hot to care. Not when the demand was for what it was. He did not give warning. He just pulled his fingers rather quickly from Yuuta, making him empty quite rapidly. He fought with the wrapper for the condom before he used his teeth to tear the package away and get to what was inside. “Watch.” he all but snarled the word before he took the time and immense effort it took to roll that protection over his cock. He wanted Yuuta to watch it. He wanted Yuuta to know that he was using it, just like the other had asked for.

Once his cock was sheathed in lubricated latex, he moved to behind Yuuta. While he would have liked to do it facing the other, this was a good enough position as any. In fact, he’d had quite a few thoughts about fucking Yuuta over that desk while his employees were still working out in the garage after a particularly wicked bout of teasing. With one hand, he positioned the blunt head against the hole he’d so carefully worked at. His other hand went about Yuuta front to lightly tug at a nipple ring to get his attention. “This…will fucking hurt.” He didn’t think he had to warn, but he had anyway. To prepare Yuuta for such a large and sudden invasion. Sudden because he didn’t ease in. Once he’d gotten the tip of his cock past that small ring of muscle, he’d used all his strength to slam in the rest of the way, not giving the other much time to adjust. Another moaning growl ripped from his lips. “Fucking…tight…shit…”

Yuuta moaned in protest over the loss of the fingers. But he couldn't find the heart to say anything, because he knew what was coming next, waited for it like a junkie waiting for the drug to kick in. He'd be getting his Heaven, his Hell, in just a second.

At the command to watch, though, he turned and looked over his shoulder, shuddering and nearly coming from the sight of that monster cock being encased in the condom. Jeezus, even Magnums were a tight fit! But he was using it. Despite the hotness of the situation, despite the pure animal sexuality, Yuuta felt something else warm in him. Baji might put up an act, but he'd done everything Yuuta's asked for or demanded. That... made him feel warm in a whole different way.

But then Baji was moving behind Yuuta, and Yuuta's dick was getting the idea that something really good was about to start. He was panting now, desperate to be opened, stretched and filled in a way fingers just couldn't compare to. He'd gotten off so many times on this idea: him, working late at night, getting caught alone and defenseless in his office. Baji, angry, sensual, and dominating, would grab him, shove him against the desk, and fuck him until he lost his voice from screaming so much. Looked like that fantasy was about to come true.

He felt the blunt head push against him. Not enough to enter, just pressure. It made his hole spasm, nerves lighting up at the sweet stimulation. The nipple ring being tugged surprised him and made his cock jump. He'd always had a fetish for having them pulled on, and Baji wasn't helping. At the other's warning, he nodded and did his best not to tighten up. No sense having it hurt worse than necessary. He felt Baji push past his entrance, and once the head was inside; he let out a scream, half pain and half ecstasy, as he was filled in one long push. He panted, cock leaking all over important papers as he struggled to adjust to the new fullness. It burned, and even though he'd braced for it, he still needed a moment to recover.

"Shi... just... gimme a second, 'kay? Fu... nnnn..." He really was eloquent when he finally got Baji's dick in him, wasn't he?

He’d felt the way Yuuta’s sphincter had reacted when he had tugged at that little thing he’d found upon Yuuta’s right nipple. Without much thought, he did it again. He didn’t know why he was waiting now that he was finally inside this hot, waiting ass. Here, Yuuta had asked that he give it, no mercy. Nothing but a hard fucking. Still, he waited. He waited because he knew there was no point in this if he just ended up ripping Yuuta’s insides. The other had to adjust. He knew that, but he couldn’t help be lean against the other, his chest against Yuuta’s back so he could growl into the other’s ear. Each word filled with lust and hunger.

“You’re so fucking hot. So tight around my big cock. I’m going to make you want my huge cock so much that everything else will seem small and fucking useless. You’ll have to come to me to be fucked the way you need.” For a while, he’d used possessive words in regards to Yuuta, but he’d always passed them off as a joke. These he meant. Yuuta was HIS turf now. His to do with as he pleased. And right now, Baji was pleased to start his movements. He doubted he’d really given Yuuta enough time to really adjust, but he didn’t care. The other felt too damn good. So good that he when started this thrusts, the first two almost had him pulling out of the willing body completely before slamming back in so hard the contents of the desk rattled loudly. He didn’t let up after those first few. Tender just was not in the Beast’s vocabulary. Each thrust was as hard as the last as his mouth found flesh to tattoo with tongue and teeth and the hand he wasn’t using to help keep Yuuta’s hips in the right position found the joy of alternating between piercings.

Yuuta was grateful that once again Kabaji seemed willing to honor his request. He was rapidly becoming used to the huge cock inside him, the pain fading away until only that fulfilling ache was left. His legs shook, and he ended up reaching down, coaxing his balls downward so he wouldn't come too soon. The pain was fading almost gone, and now it just felt... intense. The last few sharp pains were being overruled by pleasure when Yuuta felt Baji shift against him, pressing up against his back again and changing the angle inside. Yuuta whimpered at the feel, then did it again when he heard the other's words. He knew the truth of them, too, knew that after this he would need the other man. He knew he was ruined for anyone else. No one else would do it for him after this. He didn't think the other really meant those words of possession, not with all the other dirty talking he'd done that hadn't meant much, but he would take what he could tonight and face the rest of it another time.

Yuuta knew, when Baji began to withdraw, that the other's patience was up, and that he would be both merciless and relentless. And he was, god, he was. The larger man pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the head of him inside, before slamming back in. He slammed into Yuuta hard enough to shake the desk, but Yuuta couldn't care less. He was moaning loudly, abandoning any pride for the sake of the wild ride he was about to get. Over and over and over, Baji quickly found a rhythm that had Yuuta crying out on every stroke. He whimpered more as his shoulders and back were bitten, leaving marks of ownership that he liked far too much. And when one hand moved from his hip to play with his nipple piercings, Yuuta groaned deeply and began rocking his own hips backwards. He matched The Beast's fierce rhythm, riding the hard cock inside him with shameless need. There were no thoughts anymore, just pleasure.

That was what Baji was waiting for. He had been waiting for Yuuta to respond. He hated fucking people who just lay there and let him do all the work. Still, he wanted to swat at the other’s hand. He didn’t though. If Yuuta wanted to touch himself, Baji wasn’t going to stop him. He understood the gesture on some far distant level where thinking functioned instead of his just lustful need to take Yuuta fast and hard. He didn’t care if the other came. He’d go until he was satisfied. He wouldn’t care if the other beat him to climax. It meant he was doing everything right. It would also give him more dirty things to growl to Yuuta. Not that he had much voice anymore. He’d been all but reduced to those bestial sounds as he pounded into the smaller male.

He felt Yuuta all around him, hot and hungry for more of his cock. Each thrust took him deep within that body. He wondered, had he claimed the other more deeply than past lovers? Was he claiming a part yet untouched? It didn’t matter to him that Yuuta wasn’t a virgin, just as he was sure Yuuta wasn’t complaining that he’d fucked a couple of men in the past. After all, without such experiences, he’d not have his technique down. Not that there was much technique to the rutting they were doing. This was about pleasure. This was about feeling so fucking good that he never wanted it to stop. This was about making Yuuta feel just as good. So that after this was all over they could go back to their lives without regret of guilt. Not that Baji wanted to go back. Forward was best, if forward meant getting to screw Yuuta whenever and wherever convenient.

His hand finally left those nipples to travel down and grasp hold of Yuuta’s cock again. He could feel the wetness leaking from it and he purposely smeared the precum across the other’s belly before starting to stroke. The action was clear. In doing so, even without the dirty words, he was showing Yuuta just how much he enjoyed this. Trying to insure that this would not be a one time thing after he had sated the little teases long sought after desires. With a rough hand, he started to pump the other as he thrust, reveling in the way the other’s cried mixed in with his growls. He almost regretted the condom, because he knew that when he did cum, the other would not get to feel him doing it. He’d not be able to mark his territory inside as he had the outside.

Yuuta felt his feet being lifted slightly off the ground with every thrust now. God, Baji was doing things to his body he'd never felt before, that tight ass capable of as much power as he'd always fantasized. He'd always known he preferred muscled guys with huge cocks, but he'd only been with a few other guys, and none of them near as big as Baji. The feeling of being so filled, so opened, and so overwhelmed, was still new to him, but it felt right that Baji should be his first in something like this. The growls would be the death of him, though, he thought dazedly. He cried out at another thrust nailed his sweet spot. The animalistic rutting, the deep growls rumbling in the other man's chest, the huge dick pounding his ass mercilessly, the large rough hands that wouldn't let up playing with his nipples, even being bent over and helpless, this was hitting every one of his kink buttons and reducing him to weak cries or loud shouts of pleasure.

Then Baji let go of his nipples, and Yuuta breathed a sigh of relief that maybe he wouldn't come embarrassingly fast... until the other man grabbed a hold of his cock, and Yuuta started swearing weakly. He felt the precome being smeared across his stomach, and shuddered, beyond even sounds by then. He felt so claimed that a small part of him, separate from the intense pleasure, began to hope that maybe there would be more encounters in the future, sex or maybe something else. Maybe... Then even those vague thoughts were swept away by the large hand grabbing his cock and pumping in time with those delicious thrusts. He screamed, overwhelmed by the sensations, and felt the coils of desire that had been building in his stomach snap. He shouted, unaware of what he said, then the world went white.

It was going to be over too quickly. Baji had always been one for stamina. He was always the one who could keep going long after the other had succumbed to the pleasure filled violence. But there was something wholly different about this. Something strange and wonderfully unexpected. He knew without a doubt that his stamina was not going help him this time. He was too turned on. Too overcome with the tightness of Yuuta’s ass as it gripped his cock as if to never ever let go. He loved how he had gotten this man so helpless and needy. He loved the sound of Yuuta’s voice as it grew more and more strained.

He really loved the poor attempts at swearing. The harsh language falling from Yuuta’s mouth was a definitely turn on. Sure, Yuuta swore from time to time. Not nearly as much as Baji…then again, he didn’t think there was a man alive who swore as much as he did. But coming from Yuuta, in that tone of voice. They were probably the sexiest words Baji had heard in his entire life. It was just the thing that pushed him over the edge. He could feel his balls tightening as the threat of climax drew nearer and nearer. He sped up, as if to force orgasm out of Yuuta, so that he would not be the only one.

He felt the dick in his hand pulse before it erupted, coating it and splashing the papers upon the desk. He felt his own surge inside Yuuta when those tight muscles clamped down. His release was accompanied with a snarl. He though that he’d heard Yuuta crying out…something…His name…not ‘Baji… Fuck…Yuuta had called him Munehiro. Not only that…Yuuta… loved him? Shit…that changed everything, didn’t it? This hadn’t just been about breaking down and giving the man what he hated. This was about love…and Baji’s fucked up way of showing it. The kiss against the back of Yuuta’s neck after he came was terribly soft, just as soft as he had been when he had nuzzled against that hand unconsciously.

He pulled out and automatically flipped the man over to he could look Yuuta in the eyes. Look him in the eyes and quite happily lick the other man’s juices off his hand, making little noises of enjoyment. He considered Yuuta drink the fluid inside after he’d finally removed the condom. However, he just sort of tossed it on the desk for the other to decide what to do with it while he leaned over the man to fish in that drawer for a post-coital cigarette. He whispered softly into the other’s ear as he passed by again to stand up straight and survey the carnage he had wrought. “Fucking…love you too…”

He felt the orgasm rip through him, felt his voice go hoarse from the words he yelled, then felt Baji come with a throaty snarl that only made him shudder more.

Finally, after a small eternity when he'd wondered distantly if he'd ever stopped coming, he lay spent on the desk. His mind was wonderfully blank, although there was a nagging sensation that he'd done something wrong. But that couldn't be right, could it? Baji'd come about as hard as he had, shouldn't be any complaints from him. Then a surprisingly soft kiss was placed on the back of his neck, making him purr in his oblivious afterglow. Mmmm, that felt good. He could do with more of those. As much as he wanted the sex hard and fast, he craved some gentleness "after". He hadn't thought he'd get it from the larger man, though.

He felt Baji pull out and flip him over, surprising him and waking him up a little from his sleepy afterglow. Yuuta looked him in the eye, curious, and felt himself flush (and embarrassingly, felt his cock twitch in definite interest) at the image of Baji licking his come off large fingers and sounding as though he were enjoying a delicious treat. He felt himself, unbelievably, becoming hard again. God, how could the man do that to him so easily? Then he casually pulled the condom off his dick, and Yuuta moaned, suddenly wanting a taste. The condom was tossed on the desk, like an invitation to do just that. But Yuuta had a much better idea.

He was distracted momentarily by Baji leaning over him to grab the pack of Sevens before whispering soft words in Yuuta's ear that left him breathless. No. No way. There was no way he'd said what Yuuta had wanted him to say. It just wasn't... But he'd said it, no mistake. And Baji... no, *Munehiro* didn't say things he didn't mean. Oh, he'd screamed out that name, hadn't he? And the other man hadn't even known he knew it until today. He'd kept the knowledge a secret, but it was okay now, wasn't it? Munehiro didn't seem to mind at all. Yuuta was overwhelmed and in need of physical contact, something to prove the other's words.

...And while he didn't think Munehiro would appreciate a tearful kiss, he could show his appreciation in other ways. As the other man stood up, Yuuta straightened as well, then slid off the edge of the desk to come to his knees in front of his new lover. Oh yes, this was something he could do to show his happiness. "Love you," he murmured as he placed butterfly kisses on the large cock in front of him, before taking it in his mouth and deep-throating it as much as possible. He licked and sucked on it, intent on cleaning as much seed as he could. He began moaning, his own cock fully hard again in no time. Delicious. He sucked harder, dragging the ball bearing tip of his tongue piercing up the underside and along the slit of the flesh in his mouth.

Baji knew when he had said those words, what it was he was saying. He’d known for some time. He’d just been reluctant to give in to the other’s demands. There had never really been opportunity. He didn’t come around that often when Yuuta was alone. When he did, it was usually to pay some old debt or drink a beer or three. But it didn’t mean it wasn’t true. He just didn’t express it as well as most might. Or at all for that matter. The Beast did not talk about love unless it was the love of his bike or of beating faces in. But after Yuuta had called him by name…it seemed far too easy to say words that had been in his mind for a while.

Still, he had thought he had been hearing things when Yuuta had said the words. So then the other, still sated from their sex, had suddenly slipped to his knees and said it again, he knew he had not. A mouth went over his spent shaft and in no time at all, he was back to being as hard as ever, his stamina made it a quick rebound. Almost as quick as Yuuta’s return to hardness.

As he felt that strange ball of metal scraping over his cock, a hard hand went to grip into Yuuta’s hair. His thumb traced across the small scar at the other’s temple. A gentle reminder of his words before his hand return to its former roughness, gripping that hair tightly, trying to get more of that mouth. His voice rough from all the growling he had done. “Fuck…Damn Yuuta. Mouth feels just as good as your ass… Fuck…suck your daddy off like the little fucking come hungry slut you are.” Still, despite his words and the way his hand held Yuuta’s head, his muscles were straining not to just fuck Yuuta’s mouth.

Yuuta moaned in appreciation and sucked a little harder as the dick in his mouth hardened rapidly. It turned him on so damned much, knowing he could do this to Munehiro. The hand in his hair made him chuckle, though he also knew full well what the vibrations would do for his lover. He thanked the other man by pulling back to nurse on the swollen head for a moment, before sliding his mouth back down. The gentle thumb that traced the scar on his forehead didn't surprise him, though he knew it would have startled anyone else who knew the biker. But it was becoming more and more apparent that there was another, rarely-seen side to him that was beginning to show itself the more comfortable he got around Yuuta. The mechanic seemed to have accomplished the impossible: he'd tamed The Savage Beast.

Then the hand in his hair resumed its former roughness, though, and Yuuta couldn't decide which side of 'Hiro he liked better. Relaxing his gag reflex, he deep-throated as much of his lover's huge cock as he could, one hand working what length he couldn't manage as he moaned again. And then Hiro's words hit him like a ton of bricks, and he was fisting his own dick before he even realized it and made himself stop. God, he was, he *was* a come-hungry slut, but only for Hiro. He wanted nothing more than to have the other man come hard in his mouth, filling it with bitter, salty jizz. He almost wished Hiro would just grab hold of him and fuck his mouth. Next time, he'd mention it. And didn't it just turn him on a ridiculous amount, knowing that there would be a next time? Because he wouldn't let Hiro get away from him, now that they'd both confessed. This was definitely a long-term thing.

He pulled away for a moment to stare while his hand continued pumping hard flesh. It really was a beautiful cock-- long, thick, veins visible, head swollen, almost purple with arousal. His breath quickened just at the sight of it. Leaning forward with a smirk, Yuuta bypassed his lover's dick for a moment to draw the other's balls into his mouth, sucking gently and humming in appreciation. He knew how good it felt, and was determined to drive Hiro absolutely mad with it. He wondered if he could get the larger man to blow his load a second time doing only this...? After all, he wasn't opposed to having Hiro come all over his face. With any luck, his lover was into bukkake.

He nearly bucked into that mouth at the sudden delicious vibration. He’d never imagined, even in his darkest fantasies, that Yuuta would be so damn good with his mouth. He moaned the other’s name in a soft growl. He knew he had shown the other more care than he did anyone else. That didn’t occur to him as anything to be worried about. It wasn’t really thinking about the fact that he wasn’t quite as monstrous as he could be around Yuuta. Right now, he could only think of one thing alone. Those sweet, talented lips stretched about his dick. He didn’t mind that Yuuta couldn’t swallow all of him. He had not met a man who could take him completely in mouth. He was just too big.

He pulled that head against him a little tighter. He had noticed Yuuta stroking himself. He had decided to use that little yank as punishment. Yuuta wasn’t allowed to right now. If he wanted to come, Baji was the one that wanted to make him come. Though he thought some day, it might be hot to watch Yuuta play with himself. Just watch. Some day…a future…even in this state, he was thinking of possible future activities with Yuuta. Though he wondered if Yuuta had somehow read his mind. Yuuta was staring at him, hand moving against his shaft. It was hot. Yuuta looking at him like that. Not in horror at his size but in hunger.

He made a demanding noise when the other moved in again. He wanted that mouth back around him. It went past where he wanted it and the sound he made next was terribly dangerous. It was warning to Yuuta. It was a warning issued to early when warmth and that incredibly orgasm inducing mouth washed over his sack. The humming had his growl turn into pants. Yuuta had reduced him to panting. “Fuck…fuck yes. Just like that…” He knew he would cum again soon. He strange grip threatened to tear Yuuta away from his balls. His other hand went to his now neglected cock, stroking strongly. “Bet you’ll look fucking great…with my cum all over your pretty face.” Sure, Yuuta wasn’t traditionally pretty, but too Munehiro, there was no one more beautiful. Besides, too many times had he seen Yuuta’s face covered with oil stains and had to force aside that particular kink.

The growling still made his cock twitch. But panting! *Damn* that was hot, hearing Hiro pant like that and knowing that he'd caused it. He moaned, hand gravitating back towards his dick before stilling. Not yet. He didn't want to come before the other man did. He kept up the humming for another moment, before letting the other man's sack slide out of his mouth with a wet pop. Stilling the large hand pumping that beautiful cock, he took the head back in his mouth, sucking rather intently on it, then letting it go to look up and smile, licking his lips.

"Go for it, Big Daddy. Let go and cover my face. I want you to," he whispered hotly, shamelessly stroking himself now. God, it was just too hot, he couldn't take anymore. Shaking with hunger, he took the huge cock in his mouth and greedily began sucking harder, giving his lover a hint of teeth to add to the pleasure. Pulling away again to stroke him for a bit, he leaned forward to again suck at the larger man's balls again. Oh, he wanted it now. He wasn't going to stop until Hiro covered his face just like they both seemed to want.

The much larger male continued to pant in straining gasps. The way Yuuta was torturing him, playing with him. It made it hard to do anything else. Part of him wondered if it was a bit of revenge upon the mechanic’s part, for all the flirting that he’d ignored and for the utter brutality in which he had fucked the other not long ago. He made a little snarling sound at the hand which stilled his. He did not like being denied his pleasure. No one denied the Beast anything. He did not appreciate being prevented what he wanted. Yuuta made up for it though by putting those lips back around him, but barely, torturing him further. He knew that if it kept up like that, he’d once more prove his stamina false. He would never forgive himself or Yuuta if he continued to end up a one pump chump. But there was no stopping his reactions when Yuuta was positively begging for it.

He even found himself liking being called “Big Daddy” more and more. It sounded so sexy coming from Yuuta’s mouth. A mouth that had felt so good against him. The mouth that was teasing him was now asking for something he had desired more and more. More than that mouth, more than those words was the way the other had started to stroke him again. His eyes locked upon those hungry one. He knees nearly buckled when teeth connected with him. Fuck… so long as it wasn’t a hard and painful bite, he wanted that again. Shared teeth marks. His were over Yuuta’s back and the juncture of the other’s neck.

He could no longer deny himself or Yuuta what they both wanted. His cock jerked once. Twice, violently, His hand spasmed threaded in Yuuta’s, using his strength to force that talented mouth away so that as he erupted, he could watch thick ropy jizz splattering over that other’s face. His hand trying to angle that head to that some could splash over the other’s lips to give him a taste. When he was spent, his hand stayed within the other’s hair, another light touch went to that little mark. A silent thanks before he found himself purring at the sight he took in. He had been right. Yuuta was fucking sexy as hell with cum smeared on his face. “Fuck…Yuuta-baby… You make your daddy so hot…” He wanted a kiss. He didn’t care that the other’s face has been decorated in sticky, salty cum. He wanted a kiss and he wanted it now. He started to pull Yuuta up, trying to be a little careful about it. He didn’t want to rip the other’s hair out.

Yuuta felt his mouth being forced away from that delicious sack, but didn't complain, knowing what was about to happen. He stopped touching himself too, not wanting to miss the experience because of his own orgasm. He smirked as the first splashes of come hit his face. Damn, he'd *known* the other had liked the idea, but who'd'a thought he'd be so into it, with that intense look on his face? Yuuta opened as Hiro aimed his dick at the mechanic's mouth, willingly tasting the other and loving it. Oh yeah, he'd be sucking that cock every chance he got, now. Well, when he wasn't spreading his legs and begging for the other to fuck him with it. His ass still kind of ached from the roughness earlier, but it was an ache he knew he'd quickly get used to liking, since it meant Hiro had been there.

Once the larger man's dick stopped spattering his face, the hand in his hair gentled, another touch on his scar making him smile softly. Really, it made him somehow happy, knowing "Baji the Beast" had a "gentle giant" side to him as well. He chuckled as his lover spoke more dirty words, as though to cover up his tenderness. Thankfully, he seemed to turn the other on as much as the biker turned him on. He foresaw many more hot, sweet encounters in their future. Mmmm, but for now, he had a problem to take care of. His own dick throbbed, still hard, as he was pulled upwards. He willingly stood, tilting his head as lips descended on his in another kiss, this one less hungry and more pleased, but still demanding, still in control. He moaned, swiping the tip of his tongue along the seam of the other's lips, wanting his mouth violated again by that tongue that had done such wonderfully bad things to him.

Even as they shared that heated kiss, Yuuta reached for Hiro's unoccupied hand, wrapping those thick, calloused fingers around his cock and moaning at the contact. He moved the hand up and down the shaft, begging without words for the biker to finish him off.

Yuuta seemed more than happy to get pulled where the biker wanted him. He wondered if the other could taste himself from when he had cleaned off his hand. He could taste himself on Yuuta’s lips. It was a sinful, sensual flavor that made him want to devour the other. It made Munehiro want to claim his mechanic over and over again. He took no time in delving into that walling cavern, tongue claiming Yuuta’s mouth for his own. No longer was he curious about the piercing. It was part of Yuuta. It added to the kiss as it had certainly added to the blowjob the other had preformed.

That wiry body pressed against his and that work roughened hand directed his to where it was needed most. He let Yuuta do as he pleased, for the most part. Once his hand was about hardened flesh once more, he let Yuuta control the pace his hand was giving. However, each time, he made it harder for the other to move him had, made it harder for the other to direct. No. If Yuuta wanted pleasure, he’d give it to the other, but on his own terms. He wanted that man wanting it. Needing it and him. It was he that wished to give Yuuta orgasm, on his own terms and of his own volition.

His moth pulled away and kiss across that come soaked face to nibble at an ear as his hand worked at a slow and torturous pace upon the other’s shaft. The pad of his thumb dragged over the sensitive head, a tip of a blunt nail pushing at the slip as he stroked. His hand moved after as he whispered words into the ear he had just found. “Mine. You’re mine.”

Yuuta felt his eyes close as his mouth was claimed in a demanding kiss. He gave up all control of it, letting the larger man ravish him as he pleased. All that he wanted, what he needed desperately, was that powerful hand doing wonderful things to his cock, but the other was making that very difficult for him. The hand Yuuta was guiding became less and less cooperative, until Yuuta was reduced to letting go of it and bucking helplessly into that tight grip. Dammit, was Hiro gonna torture him? And then the biker started playing with him, using his thumb to do wonderfully evil things to the head of him. Yuuta moaned for what felt like the hundredth time, his eyes rolling back and his hips making abortive thrusts.

Then the words washed over him, whispered in a harsh voice that nearly made him come just from the possessiveness her heard in it. Oh yes, he definitely belonged to the other man. "Y-yours," he panted, clinging desperately to muscled shoulders and burying his face against the thickly corded neck. "All yours, j-j-just yours." And wasn't that just the hottest thing he'd heard today? He felt himself shudder, on the edge of release.

Perhaps later, he’d let Yuuta do just as he wanted. It might be fun to let the other direct. He would be able to learn from that how his lover liked it and how he wanted it. It seemed though that he was doing a fine enough job now, with how feverishly the other male seemed in his trusts. He loved the way Yuuta’s hips quivered. He loved the image of those nipples, standing taunt from pleasure, little bits of shininess making him want to bite down on one and suckle at it. Later…Another thing to try out later. Right now, he had just one goal. Right now, he needed to focus upon the gradual torture his hand was giving to Yuuta. A torture he knew was all too unfair. He was “the Beast“, yet he could show mercy at times. He showed it now, loosening his grip and quickening his pace, trying to jerk Yuuta’s orgasm out of him.

That hot breath against his neck made him grown. Those deceptively strong arms holding onto him for dear life made him hot all over again. Fuck…What was it about Yuuta that could get him to grow so hard again, so quickly. But Yuuta needed his first. Munehiro would get his again after. Right now was for his panting lover. A lover who had just agreed with the possessive statement. Yuuta was his now. Part of his turf. That meant anyone who dared touch the mechanic, if he ever found out….they would die. It was just that simple. His touch grew stronger and his voice grew deeper, all but purring dirty words into his lover’s ear. “That’s right. You’re mine, baby… Now…be a good boy and come for me. Show me just how much you like what I do to you.” After Yuuta came, he already had plans. Plans that involved the rest of that six pack of Magnums and one very satisfied but sore mechanic.

Yuuta cried out as the hand wrapped around his dick became looser but moving faster, sweet friction bringing him higher and higher. Yuuta'd always been a sucker for guys with large, rough hands, and his lover definitely had a capable pair. Just the sight of those hands could get him hard if he thought too much about what they were capable *of*. A crushing grip or a gentle touch, and damn if he wasn't completely lost after seeing the latter firsthand. He nuzzled the other man's neck, nipping at it lightly before kissing it in apology. It was an intimacy, something he'd never have tried with the nameless guys he'd met with before. But he loved that he could do such things now, and not feel self-conscious about them. Even now, on fire and with that hard muscled body pressed against him, he reveled in that ability.

He was distracted soon enough, though, as his agreement seemed to spur the larger man to greater heights of dark sensuality. The firmer strokes had barely registered to his overloaded brain when the words hit him like lightning. That tone, that deep voice, made his knees go completely weak. If he'd not been gripping those wide shoulders, he might have hit the ground just from that voice. But combined with those words, that *order* to come that Yuuta'd been dying to hear, the heat became too much to bear. Burying his face in that broad chest, he gave a hoarse shout as his seed spilled onto the hand coaxing him to come even harder than he had last time. Half out of his mind with pleasure; it didn't register when he moved his mouth upwards and bit that tempting neck hard enough to draw blood in a claim of his own.

He felt teeth against his neck. He didn’t mind them one little bit. He was used to things like that. A little nip was nothing compared to the wound across his abdomen that somehow had not popped a butterfly stitch or started to bleed through the bandages yet. A miracle that he chalked up to Yuuta’s skill with a first aid kit. Not that he was thinking about such marvels now. Right now, his mind was totally focused upon one thing alone. Getting Yuuta to come once again. He got his wish when another shout filled the empty office and his hand once more was bathed in the milky white fluid he was dying to taste again…Maybe next time…he’d get it right from the source. He continued to pump Yuuta, trying to get every last spurt out of him. He felt the teeth pierce his shoulder. He knew he’d have a scar. He didn’t care. That was a scar he’d wear and wear proudly.

When he was sure Yuuta had found completion, he let go and carefully, set Yuuta to the other wouldn’t just collapse while he went back to that desk and retrieved the rest of the pack of condoms. With a nearly violent flair, he unfurled the while strip for Yuuta’s eyes before smirking and walking back to his new lover. His free hand lightly stroked over the other’s bare flesh. Touching him softly. “It seems that I’ve going to be a fucking busy man tonight… And you’re going to damn well keep me company.” His hand turned rough as he moved. It seemed almost strangely effortless for him to lift Yuuta up and throw him over one shoulder. He did it in such a way that the mechanic got a very close and personal view of his amazing back piece and so that his come covered hand was resting upon Yuuta’s backside to keep the man from slipping. He couldn’t help but move his hand a little though so that one of his fingers were firmly pressed against that now loosened hole.

“Yuuta…We’re going to fucking christen your bed tonight. So you better be ready to not be able to move com morning.”

Yuuta shivered at the finger pressed against him, smirking at the threat as he was carried out of the office, through the garage, and up the stairs. "Mmmm, don't make me beg for it, Big Daddy." He chuckled to himself. He couldn't wait to rub this in Jackal's face.

And tomorrow they were doing it on the couch.