Wrestling fanfiction only - pretty much anyone not in WWE (ROH, AEW, Impact, AAA, etc), but totally LIJ centric when left to my own devices (ahhh who am I kidding? Mainly Evil & Sanada centric cause they speak to me) MASTERLIST
I'm not actively writing, and haven't written anything in a very long time. I don't really come on here anymore but figured I would reblog this for any new fans looking for some FF to read. Most of my stuff is heavy smut, can tend to be trigger heavy so read with caution and heed the warnings as I used my writing as therapy for a long time.
Oh, I also have a private blog that requires an invitation called House of Doll which features really heavy dark fics.
Feel like after Zack NSFW Zack and Shingo would make a great combo for a threesome🧘🏻♂️
Yes!!! They would be a very interesting combination. I feel like they both have a lot of Zen like qualities that may play well together. If they can get past wanting to kill each other first lol
Aftercare is a very important to Zack. Sessions with him are always very intense and emotional. There’s a strong connection between him and his partners and the let down can be extreme. Bottles of water and a small charcuterie plate are at the ready after vigorous round with him.
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Zack is particularly fond of his legs. They are long and lean and incredibly flexible, something he takes a lot of pride in. On his partner, Zack loves lips. Thick and full, he loves dragging a pouty bottom lip through is teeth and delivering stinging bites.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum)
Being with Zack isn’t a one orgasm and you’re done deal. For either of you. It will be marathons of lovemaking that lasts for hours and copious amounts of cum and sweat.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Zack enjoys being cuddled, particularly being the little spoon.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
He isn’t overly experienced as he is particularly choosy about his partners. He wants someone who is going to match him move for move and can go all night long just like him. But don’t make the mistake of thinking a lack of partners means he doesn’t know who to bring intense pleasure.
F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)
He doesn’t particularly have a favorite position. Zack is all about variety and trying different things, so he is always experimenting to find a new position. His favorite changes as often as his underwear.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
He is very serious and intense, completely focused on bringing his partner the upmost pleasure.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Zack waxes and keeps himself hairless. With the tiny briefs he wears in the ring, stray hairs are a no-no so he keeps it nice and smooth.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
With the right person and if he truly feels a connection there will be a more romantic aspect to Zack’s lovemaking. He’s generally intense and focused regardless of his partner, but if there is a more of a connection than a more lover-like side will emerge.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Zack enjoys masturbating and treats it much like his sexual encounters. He isn’t in it for a quickie or just to get off. He takes his time and takes care of himself properly with oils, scented candles and relaxing music. He isn’t getting off to dirty movies on his phone, but rather through memories and fantasies of his partners.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Tantric sex and the kama sutra. Zack is all about stamina, marathon sex and going all night long in every position he can twist you into. Flexibility is a requirement when it comes to being with Zack as he wants to stretch and bend you in ways you can’t even imagine.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
The bedroom. Pretty much the only place he wants to do it as his particular style works best in a bed.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Confidence. He is a cocky confident guy and he wants a partner who can match him. A self-assured confident person immediately draws his eye and attention.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
There isn’t anything that Zack has come across yet that he isn’t willing to give a try at least once. He is very open-minded and willing to experiment.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Zack prefers to give rather than receive, though he certainly enjoys receiving. He loves to pleasure his partner with his tongue and lips, spreading them wide or pushing their legs behind their head to give him unobstructed access.
P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Slow and sensual all the way. There is no rushing when it comes to Zack.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Not generally happening. Zack will never say never, but with his preferences, quick is not the way to go.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
He is always open to experimentation. Zack will never outright turn down an idea and will give anything a go once.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Zack can seriously go all night long and can recover amazingly quickly after finishing, ready to go for the next round almost immediately.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Zack owns vibrators and rope. He likes to bind his partners into uncomfortable positions, and turnabout is always fair play.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Zack isn’t much into teasing. He is all about the pleasure, giving and receiving and the end goal is orgasms for everyone.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
There isn’t a lot of noise coming from Zack. The occasional grunts and moans but nothing outlandish.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Zack is a switch. He can play dominant or submissive and enjoys both equally. His mood can even switch mid-encounter, so his partners must be adaptable as well.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)
Long and thin, just like the rest of him.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
His sex drive isn’t overly high. He doesn’t need to have sex all the time, but when he is ready to get dirty, it takes a lot to wear him down.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He likes to cuddle with his partner, having a reflective conversation on the encounter while its fresh in mind while replenishing their energy with water and a small snack before drifting off.
Hey there. I really haven't been into wrestling much these last few months because of all the pandemic stuff just shaking my life up completely... Started catching up on New Japan this week and got so into a mood that I reread half of your masterlist🙈 just really made my day! Love your writing to the moon and back😍 hope you're OK and having as good a time as one can have in this strange situation💜
Will you please write more Pentagon stories? 🤞🏻 I love your writing!
Thank you! I love Penta so if I ever start writing again I will happily write more stories for him. Not sure as I haven’t been able to write in a very long time so I’m not sure when or if that will happen
Thank you for the request love. I just whipped this up real quick, so I hope you like it.
Featuring: Adam Page/OFC
Sparks Fly – Taylor Swift
The way you move is like a full on rainstorm
And I'm a house of cards
You're the kind of reckless that should send me running
But I kinda know that I won't get far
And you stood there in front of me just
Close enough to touch
Close enough to hope you couldn't see
What I was thinking of
Getting involved with Adam Page was probably the last thing I should do. He was quite obviously going through some things, and a relationship was certainly a stressor he didn’t need. Despite the warning signs I found myself getting closer to him every day. The logical side of my brain was yelling to slam on the brakes, to take note of the drinking and destructive behavior he often engaged in. But logic never could convince a heart. His self-deprecating humor struck a chord in me. His curly blonde hair and soulful eyes made my breath catch. Adam was a natural born flirt with a deep-seated kindness that drew me like a magnet. The slightest of touches by him made me blush like a schoolgirl and I was far gone long before I realized it.
Adam Page was a force to be reckoned with, and I was helpless but to be swept away by him.
Drop everything now
Meet me in the pouring rain
Kiss me on the sidewalk
Take away the pain
'Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile
Get me with those green eyes, baby
As the lights go down
Gimme something that'll haunt me whenever you're not around
'Cause I see, sparks fly, when you smile
I didn’t see him often. His career required a lot of travel, so his time at home was quite limited. But I knew his schedule better than my own and when I heard the tell-tale jangle of keys in the door across the hall I would eagerly scurry to my own door in hopes of catching him before he crossed his threshold. I was sure I came across as an anxious little puppy to him, embarrassed by my haste but not so much so that I wouldn’t run to him. He never made me feel that way though, always flashing a wide smile at me when I flung my door open, greeting me with a hug that had me sinking into his chest and absorbing the warmth that was Adam Page.
These brief interactions would always lead to a dinner invitation, the two of us walking to the little corner café, hands clasped together with a stupid grin on my face. When I was with Adam my troubles seemed to disappear. I forgot about my jerk of a boss who always had a snappy word to say, or my co-worker that stole my ideas and took the credit for them. With him I thought I would find the courage to speak up for myself; Adam made my confidence soar and made me feel like I could conquer the world with him by my side.
My mind forgets to remind me, you’re a bad idea
You touch me once and it's really something
You find I'm even better than you, imagined I would be
I'm on my guard for the rest of the world
But with you I know it’s no good
And I could wait patiently
But I really wish you would
When he’s gone I’m reminded why I shouldn’t be with him, remembering the tailspins he sometimes sent himself into, receiving the drunken 3am phone calls that broke my heart at the pain he was in. But that person seemed to disappear when Adam was with me, and with that my misgivings about us. How could I abandon him, when I seemed to the place he found peace? I couldn’t. Not when he was my safe harbor as well.
His simple touch drove every bit of negativity from my mind. I craved him. I loved him. He wanted me just as desperately. Our hearts were one when we were together. I could only hope that my love was enough to keep his demons at bay; that Adam would realize he had a home with me.
When he was gone those doubts would creep in and I would wonder if our love was enough. But when he was home, when we lay together deep into the night, my head on his chest listening to his heart thunder after we were intimate, those doubts weren’t even whispers in my mind.
Drop everything now
Meet me in the pouring rain
Kiss me on the sidewalk
Take away the pain
'Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile
Get me with those green eyes, baby
As the lights go down
Gimme something that'll haunt me when you're not around
'Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile
I run my fingers through your hair
And watch the lights go wild
Just keep on keeping your eyes on me
Its just wrong enough to make it feel right
And lead me up the staircase
Won't you whisper soft and slow
And I'm captivated by you baby
Like a fireworks show
“Hello beautiful.”
I squealed in surprise as familiar, strong hands landed on my hips, sending sparks that only one man elicited coursing through my veins.
“Adam.” I wriggled in his hold, spinning around so we were chest-to-chest the heaviness that had been weighing me down melting away as I stared into his face. My hands raised to his head, tangling in his blonde curls and dragging his mouth down to mine, lips pressing to his with a sigh.
“You’re home early.” I said happily as the kiss broke, unable to keep the love sick grin from my face, my only solace in that a matching one was on his. He hummed burying his face in the crown of my head and taking a deep inhale, his arms settling around me in a comforting embrace.
“Tapings finished early, and I wanted to get home to my girl.”
As it always did a thrill coursed through me with his simple words. They, along with the memories of his searing kisses, and passionate love, were what got me through his absences. That was the reassurance I needed to carry me through those lonely nights in a cold bed, when I was wondering whether it was all worth it. I would remember those words…”my girl” and it would make it all okay.
Drop everything now
Meet me in the pouring rain
Kiss me on the sidewalk
Take away the pain
'Cause I see, sparks fly whenever you smile
Get me with those green eyes, baby
As the lights go down
Gimme something that'll haunt me when you're not around
'Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile
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40. “I’m going to show you what a real fucking is.”
45. “Fuck, I love the sounds you make.”
46. “Does this feel good?”
47. “Please… Don’t stop.”
48. “Please. I need you. Now.”
77. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
Hiromu Takahashi whistled cheerfully as he slid his key card into his hotel room door and listened to the whirring sound as it unlocked. It had been a good few days since the encounter with Despreado in the alley way. The next day Desperado wouldn’t even look at him, which tickled Hiromu to death. He liked the dominating man being knocked off kilter. But then yesterday he had almost unnerved Hiromu, watching him like he was stalking prey. That thrilled Hiromu. He liked this game. Liked feeling like he was being chased. He wondered if he was going to like submitting to Desperado.
That was his last thought as he found himself pushed from behind into the hotel room landing on his stomach with Desperado on his back, knee digging into his spine. Desperdo’s hand laced in Hiromu’s hair, arching his neck back painfully with Desperado’s knee gouging him.
“Hello Hiromu, did you miss me?” Desperado hissed into his ear, biting hard on the lobe making Hiromu moan in a mixture of pleasure and pain. “You got to play the other day. Now it’s my turn. “I’m going to show you what a real fucking is.”
“Get off me asshole.” Hiromu huffed squirming under Desperado’s control. He was glad he was on his stomach or his hard on was going to give away how much he was enjoying Desperado’s dominance.
The other man found out soon enough though shifting his body and reaching his hand beneath Hiromu’s and grabbing his cock. Hiromu moaned as Desperado roughly squeezed him, stroking him through his pants.
“Does this feel good?” Desperado asked pushing Hiromu’s face down into the carpet. “Does it?” He growled angrily yanking on Hiromu’s hair when he refused to answer as Desperado jerked him.
“Yes!” Hiromu hissed as Desperado climbed off his body releasing his cock and pulling Hiromu to his feet by his hair. Taking Hiromu’s hand Desperado pressed it to his own hard cock humming in pleasure as Hiromu immediately began stroking him.
“You want my cock?” Despreado asked pulling Hiromu’s face to his and biting his bottom lip. “Have you thought about how I’d feel in your throat?” Desperado began stroking Hiromu’s cock once again through his pants as Hiromu mirrored the motions on Desperado’s dick. “What my cum tastes like? Tell me Hiromu, have you imagined being on your knees for me?”
“I have.” Hiromu admitted. “I can’t stop thinking about it. I can’t wait to taste you.”
Desperado smiled pulling Hiromu’s mouth to his in a bruising kiss before releasing him. “It’s your turn to be on your knees. Take off your clothes and kneel.” He ordered. He hadn’t been able to get Hiromu out of his head for weeks now. He was determined to take what he wanted and be done with it. He was tired of playing games. He would fuck the vexing man right out of his system if that’s what it took. Desperado stripped off his own clothing as he watched Hiromu undress and fall to his knees. His own cock swelled as he thought what a nice picture Hiromu made submitting to him.
Desperado approached Hiromu with a smirk, his hand reaching for that mass of hair he liked pulling on so much and yanked Hiromu’s head forward until his face was pressed to Desperado’s groin. Desperado dragged Hiromu’s face along his dick, rubbing the head over his cheek and lips eyes on Hiromu’s hand as it stroked his own hard cock.
“You want it? You want to put me in your mouth?” Despreado asked teasingly rubbing the tip of his cock over Hiromu’s lips, pulling it back as Hiromu’s tongue darted out.
“I already said yes.” Hiromu told him irritably glaring up at him to let Desperado see his displeasure.
“Beg me.” Desperado said with a grin.
“Go to hell.” Hiromu said sharply trying to tug his head free. But his hand kept stroking his cock and he couldn’t tear his eyes off Desperado’s hard cock, sitting tauntingly just out of his reach.
“You want my dick in your mouth you need to beg me for it.” Desperado said. “You only have yourself to blame for this, leaving me in an alley like a common whore.”
Hiromu stared balefully up at Desperado, even though he knew he was going to do what Desperado wanted. The thought of begging to taste his cock had Hiromu all hot and bothered.
“You’re really going to make me beg for it?” Hiromu asked in a last ditch effort receiving an affirming nod in response.
“Can I please suck you off?” He asked half-heartedly, hiding his smile. He kind of liked this game. He definitely liked playing it with women and it was fun being on the other side for a change.
“You can do better than that. C’mon. I know you want it. I can see it. Tell me how badly you need my cock.” Desperado cajoled.
“Desperado can I please suck you?” Hiromu asked turning on the full force of his seductive bedroom eyes on the unwitting man. “I want to taste your cock and run my tongue around it. I want you to fuck my throat and make me gag. I want to make you moan and weak in the knees before you fill my mouth with your sweet cum.”
“Fuck.” Desperado breathed. “Go ahead.” Hiromu grinned triumphantly as Desperado pulled him back to his cock. Desperado hissed as Hiromu took him into his mouth and sucked hard, his tongue circling Desperado’s length as Hiromu’s lips wrapped around him. Settling into an easy rhythm Hiromu bobbed on Desperado’s cock licking and sucking with every movement, one hand stroking his own cock and the other reaching to fondle Desperado’s balls.
“Please… Don’t stop.” Desperado hated that he was now the one practically begging as Hiromu used that wicked tongue of his to almost bring him to his knees. He hadn’t realized Hiromu was quite so experienced in sucking dick. Feeling his release coming Desperado grabbed two handfuls of Hiromu’s hair and buried his cock deep in Hiromu’s throat getting satisfaction as he heard him gagging around him. With a grunt his cock exploded, his seed slipping down Hiromu’s throat who greedily swallowed it.
“I should walk out on you right now like you did me. But I’m not going to. I think I need to fuck your ass before I go.” He pulled Hiromu to his feet and pushed the smaller man onto the bed on his back crawling between his legs. Desperado’s hands wrapped around Hiromu’s cock, stroking him rapidly as he stared down at Hiromu’s flushed face.
“Did you get all excited sucking me?” Despreado asked with a twist of his wrist that had Hiromu moaning. “I bet you’re a slut for sucking dick aren’t you?”
Hiromu smirked up at him, hips thrusting into Desperado’s hand as it stroked Hiromu’s cock.
“I know you’ve sucked a dick before. Have you ever had a cock up your ass?” Despreado hovered over Hiromu’s lips as he waited for an answer. When he received a slow nod Desperado growled and kissed him, finding himself incredibly turned on by the thought of Hiromu getting pounded into from behind. Breaking from his lips Desperado kissed Hiromu’s jaw and down his neck before sinking his teeth deep into his collar bone making Hiromu whimper.
“Fuck, I love the sounds you make.” Desperado said sucking on Hiromu’s neck and sinking his teeth in various spots as he moved. “I can’t wait to hear how you moan while I’m inside you.”
“Please. I need you. Now.” Hiromu groaned as Desperado pulled hard on his cock. A whimper escaped him as Desperado climbed off the bed. Hiromu watched with hungry eyes as Desperado grabbed a bottle of lube from his pants before returning.
“On all fours. I’m going to fuck you from behind like the bitch you are.” Desperado ordered chuckling as Hiromu hurriedly obeyed looking over his shoulder as Desperado generously lubed up his cock. “You like that huh? Like being a little bitch?” Hiromu flinched as the cold lube was poured over his ass, Desperado’s fingers probing at his entrance. “Maybe next time I’ll bring the leash. Collar you up like a proper bitch.”
Hiromu couldn’t contain his whimper as he imagined himself with that thick black collar around his neck as Desperado dragged him around by the leash. Forcing him to suck his cock.
The tip of Desperado’s cock pressing against him brought Hiromu back to the present and he breathed deeply to relax himself as Desperado pushed inside, taking it slowly as Hiromu got used to his girth. Once he was fully seated Desperado gave Hiromu a moment to adjust before he began moving, his hips slapping against Hiromu’s ass as he fucked him deeply. Grunts and moans filled the room air as their bodies slapped together, sweat dripping down their bodies as Hiromu pushed his hips back to meet every one of Desperado’s thrusts.
Hiromu stroked his cock as Desperado thrust into him, yelping as Desperado grabbed him by the hair and yanked him back flush with his chest, his teeth sinking into Hiromu’s shoulder before his hand wrapped around his throat. As his air was cut off Hiromu came, his hot cum splattering on his hand and the bedspread as Despreado gave a last thrust into his ass and Hiromu felt the warmth of Desperado’s release as he pushed him away.
Hiromu lay sated on his belly as Despreado dressed and left the room without another word.
“Until next time Desperado.” Hiromu mumbled with a smile as the door slammed behind him.
69. “Holy shit, you’re so fucking sexy like that.”
“You two seriously need to fuck and just get it over with.” Naito said as he and Hiromu Takahashi walked into the Los Ingobernables dressing room.
“Who needs to fuck?” Evil asked coming out of the shower area, towel around his waist. “Desperado and Hiromu?”
“Why does everyone say we need to fuck?” Hiromu asked throwing himself down on the bench. “I don’t even like him.”
“Ever heard of a hate fuck?” Sanada asked looking up from his phone. “If two people have ever needed one it’s you and Desperado.”
“And we all know you don’t need to like someone to fuck them.” Bushi pointed out.
Hiromu pouted arm folding over his eyes as he thought about his friends’ words. He couldn’t stand Desperado. The man drove him fucking insane. He wanted nothing more than to punch him and kick him and bite him and maybe stick his cock down his throat until he choked. Hiromu groaned at that thought, the image of him standing over a kneeling Desperado, hips pressed to the man’s lips with his dick deep in his throat making his cock twitch. Maybe they were right.
“Even if I wanted to. And I’m not saying I do. He has no interest.” Hiromu said sourly.
“I wouldn’t be so sure.” Evil said as he dressed. “From what I’ve heard I don’t think he’s nearly as adverse as you want to believe.”
Hiromu perked up at Evil’s words. The man was rarely wrong with his information. Maybe there was an opportunity to be had. Pushing the thought away for the time being Hiromu began gathering his belongings as did the rest of LIJ preparing to return to their hotel rooms.
Begging off from the group’s plans, Hiromu went for a walk down the quiet streets, the cool night air fueling Hiromu’s raging emotions as he thought about this rivalry with El Desperado. He hadn’t paid the masked man much mind before. Didn’t have a whole lot of interaction, but now they were fighting on an almost daily basis and as much as Hiromu didn’t want to admit it, he was excited by Desperado. Desperado was wild and aggressive and physical; all things Hiromu loved. He didn’t like the man, but he wanted him. The thought of gagging Desperado with his cock had Hiromu rock hard and not paying attention making him bump into someone on the sidewalk. Hiromu immediately recognized the raspy voice that spat curse words at him. Desperado. Of all the people to run into, it would be him.
Hiromu found himself staring into Desperado’s cold blue contact coated eyes. He must have been out with the Guns as he was still in his mask. The idea of him in his mask with Hiromu’s cock in his mouth painted a pretty picture for Hiromu. Without thinking Hiromu shoved the man, spitting nasty words right back and the drunk and belligerent man.
Hiromu moaned when Desperado grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked, raising his hand to return the favor to Desperado, the two yanking and pulling each other falling off balance and into an alley way. Hiromu was the first to react scrambling and climbing on top of Desperado and wrapping his hands around his throat, pinning him to the ground as Hiromu straddled him. Hiromu tightened his hands around Desperado’s throat as he grinned down at him. A shift of his body and Hiromu felt it. Proof that Desperado was not nearly as immune to Hiromu as Hiromu had believed. Goddamn Evil was right again. Desperado stilled underneath Hiromu grateful for the mask that was hiding his blush as he knew Hiromu had felt his growing hard on.
He waited for Hiromu to taunt him, call him disgusting and any other derogatory thing he could think of for lusting after him. Instead Hiromu pushed himself down, rubbing along Desperado’s cock before he leaned down and attacked Desperado’s mouth. Surprise had Desperado parting his lips as Hiromu’s tongue pushed through. Desperado’s tongue tentatively met Hiromu’s stroking around their mouths as the kissed deepened. Breaking for air the two men glared at each other.
“I fucking hate you,” Desperado spat.
“Good.” Hiromu growled. “I hate you too. And I’m going to hate you while you gag on my cock.” Hiromu pushed off Desperado and rose to his feet, hands moving to the buckle of his belt. “Get on your knees.” Desperado hesitated for the briefest of moments, but the thought of Hiromu abusing his throat had him scrambling onto his knees.
“Holy shit, you’re so fucking sexy like that.” Hiromu mumbled as he stared down at Desperado on his knees staring up at him with eyes filled with a mixture of lust and hate. Unzipping his pants Hiromu pulled out his cock, stroking it idly as Desperado’s eyes followed his every movement.
“Well? Come on. This cock isn’t gonna suck itself.” Hiromu said impatiently.
“Fuck you.” Desperado spat, batting Hiromu’s hand off his dick and taking the length in his own fist. His strokes were rough and jerky pulling at Hiromu’s cock as Desperado hesitantly moved his mouth towards the head. Darting his tongue out tentatively Desperado licked the tip of Hiromu’s cock a few times before he parted his lips and took the head into his mouth. His eyes closed as his tongue felt the unfamiliar flesh in his mouth, sucking hard at the bulbous head and tasting a slight salty tinge. Gaining confidence as Hiromu moaned Desperado slid his cock further into his mouth breathing deeply through his nose to control his urge to gag. Having never sucked a cock before Desperado was hesitant in his actions, trying to do what he liked when girls went down on him, pushing his tongue around Hiromu’s thickness and sucking hard as he slid him further into his mouth.
Hiromu kept his eyes focused on Desperado as the masked man brought him pleasure, his hand moving to rest on Desperado’s head as he watched him mouth swallow him. For a brief moment their eyes met before Desperado lowered his eyelids and pushed his head further on Hiromu’s cock. Pulling Desperado off his cock by the tendrils of his mask Hiromu tilted the other man’s head back until he opened his eyes and glared up at Hiromu.
“I’m going to fuck your face now. Do you understand?” Hiromu warned him smirking as he saw the internal battle raging within Desperado as he fought against submitting to his enemy. Finally Desperado nodded in Hiromu’s hold granting him the control he sought. Desperado opened his mouth and slid Hiromu back into his mouth, his own hands sliding down to his groin and rubbing his crotch through his pants as Hiromu began guiding Desperado’s head back and forth on his cock.
He hated to admit it but Desperado found himself getting more excited as Hiromu forced his head up and down at will making Desperado gag as the cock penetrated his throat. Desperado could feel spit leaking from his mouth as Hiromu roughly fucked his throat. Squeezing his cock through his pants Desperado stroked it as Hiromu’s hips snapped against his face.
“Fuck, that’s good.” Hiromu grunted as he buried himself in Desperado’s throat. The sounds of Desperado choking around him were driving Hiromu insane with lust and for a moment he wanted more than just to fuck Desperado’s face. Pushing aside that thought Hiromu concentrated on using Desperado’s mouth, his hips rocking against the other man’s lips.
“I’m going to cum.” Hiromu said after several more minutes of intense thrusting, pulling back to rest just his tip on Desperado’s tongue as his load shot out, the creamy seed coating his mouth. Desperado pulled back with a slight grimace the salty substance foreign on his tongue but he wasn’t completely turned off by it so he swallowed it much to Hiromu’s delight. Tucking himself back in his pants Hiromu nodded with satisfaction. He felt much better now.
“See you around Desperado,” Hiromu teased as he walked out of the alley, leaving the other man on his knees his creative curses following Hiromu out onto the sidewalk as he whistled cheerfully and disappeared into the night.
Wow. I can’t believe its done. I’ve been writing this forever. Honestly this was supposed to be much longer than 20 chapters and it was supposed to span decades instead of years, but I kind of lost interest in continuing this. With Iizuka retiring and Davey and Lance leaving it kind of threw a wrench into what I had in mind.
This is not how I ever anticipated this story ending but I hope you enjoy it.
Word Count: 2270
Warnings: Language, violence, death, funeral, drinking and a bunch of other stuff I’m sure
CHAPTER 20
July 3, 2005
Over the past several months Minoru had accepted that Iizuka was not coming home. The stark reality was that his friend was more than likely dead. A faint false hope remained, but the Guns were cognizant of the odds. Not a single sign had been seen since Iizuka had disappeared. They had mourned the loss of their friend and vowed to get to the bottom of his disappearance. Thus far they were coming up empty leading to frustration on all parts.
But life had to move on. They couldn’t afford to wallow in their grief; that’s not what Iizuka would have wanted. So they continued on, never forgetting their lost friend. Despy was expecting his second child with Kyo, despite Hayuto being barely a year old. Minoru’s niece Maiyu was almost seven months old and had her father wrapped around her chubby little fingers from day one. Kanemaru had started seeing Hana Tanahashi, the daughter of Hiroshi Tanahashi, a match that pleased both families and would only serve to strengthen their positions.
The relationship between Minoru and Minako was progressing into something neither of them had expected given their less than honorable beginnings. Minoru cared deeply for Minako, he found her charming and thoughtful. Many nights they found themselves staying up and talking well into the evening with Minoru finding Minako a welcome diversion from the stresses of running a crime family and the angst of his missing comrade. And it was only two weeks ago that Minako had come to him with a glowing smile with a pregnancy test clutched in her hand. It was a welcome surprise in the midst of all the uncertainty, and though Minoru had his moments of doubts concerning his abilities to be a good father, he was looking forward to the birth of his child at the beginning of the new year.
Minoru allowed himself a small smile looking into the entry mirror as he straightened his silver silk tie, tightening the knot as he prepared for an evening out with his wife. He was taking her to one of their favorite restaurants, a celebration dinner of sorts as they prepared to make their joyous news public to their close family and friends. A public announcement would follow further into her second trimester. Hearing the clack of Minako’s heels on the marble stair case Minoru turned, his hungry gaze roaming over the navy satin dress that clung to Minako’s curves and flared out at the knees. She was a vision, and Minoru was pleased that what had started as nothing more than business was turning out so well.
A lighthearted meal was exactly what Minoru needed, but as happened all too often in his life, the sense of peace was not meant to last. At first Minoru thought nothing of seeing Seiya Sanada enter the restaurant, a radiant beauty on his arm bedecked in a flaming red dress designed to draw all attention to her, just after dessert was delivered. Minoru lifted his chin in a brief nod of acknowledgement before returning his attention to Minako assuming the end of the encounter. Instead moments later two shadows fell over the linen, capturing their attention. Sanada approaching certainly surprised Minoru. Naito or Shingo, and even Hiromu he would certainly expect to intrude, but Sanada tended to keep his distance.
“Minoru, Minako,” Sanada said with a polite smile, bowing his head gracefully at Minako affording her the respect of her position. “It’s a pleasure to see you both looking well.”
Minoru almost rolled his eyes as Minako practically simpered as Sanada flashed a grain, pressing a kiss to Minako’s offered hand. He would give Sanada all the credit it the world, he was a suave motherfucker. He could only imagine how much trouble he got into when he turned that charm up to a 100.
“Allow me to introduce my fiancé, Orio Masami.”
Minoru had no doubt he failed to hide his surprise at that proclamation. There wasn’t an inkling of rumor surrounding a possible engagement from the Ingobernables. Which really shouldn’t have been a surprise at all he thought as he murmured his congratulations.
“Might I have a moment of your time Minoru?” Sanada asked smoothly, making Minoru’s eyes dart to his, tension mounting as Minoru realized this was no chance encounter on Sanada’s part.
“Of course.” Minoru said stiffly rising to his feet.
With a firm hand on Orio’s hip, Sanada gently pushed her towards the waiting maître’d to take her to their table before following Minoru towards the bar.
“What is it?” Minoru snapped impatiently as soon as Sanada was in speaking difference. Annoyance flashed over Sanada’s face, but Minoru didn’t particularly care. When didn’t the man look annoyed?
Glancing around to ensure their privacy Sanada leaned forward to deliver the message he had been entrusted with.
“They found Iizuka’s body.” Sanada said bluntly, though he had the courtesy to wince at the devastation that was brutally evident on Minoru’s face. It really should have been Bushi or Naito delivering this type of news. They possessed a bit more of the empathy these situations called for than he did. “It was found by the docks. Okada’s dock.”
Minoru’s head jerked up, those words breaking through his grief, fire flashing in his dark eyes glossy with tears.
“Okada?” He spat.
“No sign of him. And no word.” Sanada murmured quietly anticipating the next question. “He hasn’t been dead long.”
Sanada paused and met Minoru’s eyes.
“The body’s not in good shape.” He warned the older man. “It wasn’t an easy death.”
Rage burned in Minoru’s face as Sanada filled him in on the details he knew, that Iizuka likely had been tortured for months before he was finally granted the mercy of death.
“Where is he?” Minoru asked through clenched teeth, every bit of restraint in him not to tear out of the restaurant and light the town on fire.
“Evil and Shingo are taking him to your place.” Sanada said stepping back as Minoru brushed past him, collected his wife and rushed towards the exit ignoring the calls of the wait staff. With a shrug he returned to his own table, he had done his part. The rest wasn’t his business unless Naito decided it was.
July 10, 2005
Minoru stood stoically beneath a black umbrella, the downpour pinging off with loud taps that were oddly soothing. As he looked around the mourners in black, beneath their own umbrellas, muffled cries filling the air Minoru found it eerily reminiscent to his father’s funeral. He supposed one blended into the next in this life. The only difference was the grief Minoru felt. For his father there were no tears, but for one of his best friends, his brother, his confidant, Minoru allowed them to flow freely.
There had been days of rage, anger and fear as the Guns tore through the streets, coming upon dead end after dead end as they tried to get any information on who had dared to cross their family. In the end it was all for naught. They were no further along than they had been when Iizuka had been missing. The only difference now was there was a finality. Closure as the casket was lowered into the sod below. One by one the mourners drifted away to their cars until Minoru and his men remained, staring down at the flower covered casket that would serve as Iizuka’s final resting place.
“We’ll find the bastards, Misu.” Kanemaru said fervently.
Minoru scoffed and shook his head in a combination of despair and anger.
“Yes. Just like we’ve found them these past several months.” He said angrily. “We’ve been one step behind this entire time. How are we always in the fucking dark?”
“We never should have started this.”
Minoru jerked around, staring disbelievingly at Davey who had spoken up.
“I’m not wrong.” Davey spat indignantly when Minoru glared at him, not backing down in the face of his boss’s anger. “This has been a shit show from the start.”
“Come on Davey.” Zack said softly, grabbing the bigger man’s arm and attempting to pull him back before tempers came to a head.
“No he’s right.” Lance spoke up on his friend’s behalf.
“You had to get greedy,” He snapped at Minoru. “You should have been happy with what we had. Instead Iz gets fucking shot because you have to have your goddamn guns and now he’s dead in the fucking ground.”
“You’re grieving.” Minoru said quietly trying to get a hold of his own anger. “So I will excuse this outburst from the both of you. If you have something to say, you say it respectfully and we address it as a family. Now is not the time.”
Swallowing past the lump forming in his throat Minoru threw down the red rose that had been clenched in his fist, blinking back the new tears forming as he watched it come to a rest on the casket.
“I want everyone at my house tonight. We need to reconnect as a family and start to heal.”
With that final order Minoru headed for his waiting limousine, smiling wanly at Minako as he slid inside.
“Is everything okay Minoru?” She asked softly, reaching to clasp his clammy hand rubbing the skin to warm it as she stared at him with worry evident on her face.
“It will be my love.” He gave her a reassuring squeeze. “Tonight I need to reconnect with the boys. Would you mind going to stay with my mother?”
Minako nodded her agreement, knowing Minoru needed this time with his family to mourn in private. It would be best if he didn’t have to worry about her on top of everything else.
Several hours and several bottles of Suntory later, the graveside drama seemed to be forgotten, the Guns gathered around the fireplace, Taka passed out on the rug clutching the crocheted blanket Minako had made for him as the rest of his family laughed and reminisced about Iizuka. Tears and laughter were in equal representation as story after story lead to the stark reminder that Iizuka wouldn’t be returning to their family. As realistic as they had tried to be, there had always been that hope that he would stumble through the door one day with some wild tale about running off with a whore or some equally outrageous story.
Head swirling pleasantly with whisky as he gazed around the room at his family Minoru frowned as he noticed someone missing. Pushing slowly to his feet, he waved off the questions that arose and headed down the hallways in search of Lance. He had been with the group not long ago, sharing a story of Iizuka that had the others clutching their sides in laughter. But he had apparently slipped out of the room without notice. Given their earlier dust up, Minoru was concerned upset feelings were lingering which had him following a familiar path to Lance’s old bedroom.
The door was cracked open, Lance obviously not expecting a visitor. Hearing Lance murmuring to someone Minoru stopped and turned away to give his friend privacy he was clearly expecting having travelled all the way to his bedroom for the phone call.
“Your sister’s fine. She’s actually happy with the asshole.”
Minoru stopped cold at the words, dread filling him as he prayed he was mistaken. Sidling up to the doorway Minoru peered through, seeing only Lance’s long hair hanging down his back as he sat with a phone pressed to his ear.
“He knocked her up but she seems over the moon.” Lance said. “I almost fucked everything up at the funeral. Lost my temper, but it’s smoothed out now.”
Lanced mmhhmm’d and nodded several times clearly listening as the other party spoke. Minoru felt like his heart was being torn in two, the buzz he had been feeling dissipating in the face of betrayal.
“I’ll talk to you later Kazu.” Lance spoke the name Minoru had been fearing, confirming his suspicions and bringing range to the forefront. “I gotta get back before he notices I’m gone. We’re just about ready to put things in motion.”
Lance hung up the phone, freezing as he turned and saw Minoru in his doorway, hatred and hurt burning in his eyes.
“How could you?” Minoru asked. “I’ve welcomed you into my family. Loved you. Treated you as one of my own and you betray me to Okada? You betray our family.”
“This is all on you Minoru.” Lance spat angrily. He was caught out. There was no sense holding back. “You got Iizuka killed for your dumb fucking plan. Started a war we never should have been in. You threw us all in danger without giving a second thought. Without ever asking.”
Lance stormed up to Minoru, jabbing a stiff finger into the other man’s chest.
“We never asked for this. First your father dragging us to this country and then you. You’re no better than him. Treating me and Davey like your fucking lackeys.”
“You’re dead.” Minoru snarled pulling his gun free from the waistband of his pants and pointing it directly in Lance’s face.
“Not quite,” Lance said with a smile.
Minoru didn’t have a chance to struggle, the knife swiping across his throat from behind before he could even make a sound. Blood gurgled form the wound as Minoru collapsed to the floor clutching limply at the severed artery as his eyes faded to black.
The last thing he saw was Zack leaning over his body, bloody knife in hand.
