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It was an average day in Ikebukuro. Oldest of Buster Bros!!! Ichiro Yamada took his brothers out with him for a leisure day.
The three brothers did not expect to bump into Yokohama based yakuza, Samatoki Aohitsugi. Ichiro's energetic happiness had gone from his face when he bumped into the only slightly taller man. He knew that scent too well. Even before seeing Samatoki's face.
"You fucking bumped into me!" Samatoki exclaimed.
Ichiro stepped back. "And?!" He snapped back. Jiro and Saburo realised their brother had bumped into Samatoki.
"Ichi-nii!" Shouted Saburo.
"Nii-chan!" Shouted Jiro.
Both younger brothers protected the oldest. They blocked off Samatoki from attacking Ichiro. Samatoki grunted.
"I don't have any interest in fighting you brats." Samatoki once again grunted. He walked away from Buster Bros!!!
Ichiro sighed. If only his friendship with Samatoki could have been retained. For an unknown reason, the two could still not get along. Ichiro and Samatoki both knew the truth about what happened when Nemu, Saburo and Jiro were kidnapped. However, both still shared something they could only describe as a deep hatred for each other. Ichiro desperately needed to tell Saburo and Jiro that Samatoki was only their enemy as a division member. Every time he tried, something deep down inside stopped him from telling the truth.
He felt cruel.
At the Yamada residence, Ichiro laid down on the sofa in the living room. He had his head buried in a light novel to not concern his brothers. In truth, he wasn't reading the book in his hands. He was thinking about Samatoki.
What was the reason for his hatred towards this man? Even the murdering couldn't have been a reason. After all, he knew the reason why Samatoki was yakuza and couldn't suddenly step out of that lifestyle. He had himself and if she ever came back to him, possibly his little sister, Nemu, to look after. Poor Nemu. Heck... Poor Samatoki. Ichiro felt nauseated by his own thoughts. Feeling sorry for Samatoki gave his stomach butterflies.
If Ichiro was honest with himself, he didn't understand these feelings.
Ichiro begun tearing up. He wished Saburo and Jiro weren't still in the same room right now. It would have been a lot better if the book had given him a reason for tears. There was no content that could make someone emotional in the book he was holding.
"Nii-chan, is that book sad?" Asked Jiro.
Ichiro threw him a puzzled look.
"Oh, aha. Just tired. I stayed up too late watching anime." Ichiro wiped his tears away. He put on a fake smile and dismissed himself from the living room, moving into the upstairs bathroom where he once again begun to cry. He couldn't show his brothers this side of him - especially not with the reason why he was crying. Explaining would have been tremendously difficult.
Ichiro's phone, sat upon the bathroom window sill, rang. Before picking it up, Ichiro once more dried his eyes off. But there was no point - it was the reason that made sadness show across his pretty face.
"Incoming call: Samatoki Aohitsugi"
Is what showed on the phone screen along with the green accept and red cancel buttons.
Hell, he had cried enough today. Something in his emotions made him unable to hang up. He accepted the call from the one who was bringing out all these nasty negative emotions.
"You..." The drawing breath of a cigarette being smoked could be heard over the phone. "Come to my house later." Samatoki said over the phone.
Ichiro sighed. He could never reject this guy's invitations like he should have done.
"It's already late... It's seven o' clock." He tried his best to make it sound refusing.
"Then come over now!" Samatoki snapped.
"Sure. Bye." Ichiro flinched at himself.
"See ya." Samatoki hung up.
Ichiro made an excuse up to Saburo and Jiro about why he was going out somewhere at seven o' clock, got out of their begging somehow and then hired a taxi set for Yokohama. He explained to his brothers he probably wouldn't be back tomorrow.
In Yokohama, Ichiro rang the house to a normal enough looking house. No-one would have expected this house belonged to the infamous yakuza, Samatoki Aohitsugi.
Samatoki answered the door. Like usual, he had tired eyes and was smoking for who knows how many times that day. He put the cigarette out on an ashtray before talking to Ichiro. The younger man looked dumbfounded.
"Come inside, brat." Samatoki almost spat at him.
Ichiro groaned and followed Samatoki. Some way to treat guests.
Inside of Samatoki's residence was a nicely laid out; decently sized home. Even if the one who owned it sucked, Ichiro couldn't help feel a sense of comfort from its cozy environment. Only the smell of nicotine knocked that comfort down a little. Ichiro relaxed on the sofa and Samatoki sat very close next to the black haired man with a single mole on his face.
"Why did you call me...?" Ichiro asked, feeling himself getting flushed from how uncomfortably near Samatoki was to him.
"No reason." Samatoki shrugged, putting his left arm around Ichiro's shoulder and drawing him in close as possible.
Ichiro let out an annoyed noise at the albino man. "Don't call me here for no reason." His voice cracked a little. He would be making himself the perfect tsundere if this had been an anime scene.
Samatoki put his right hand on the younger man's crotch.
"Your pants aren't saying the same thing, Ichiro." Samatoki sexily whispered into Ichiro's ear which he begun to tease lightly, licking and chewing it with his slimy tongue and sharp teeth.
Samatoki's scent and features were too close to Ichiro. His silver long eyelashes, silky white hair, the many metal piercings, his muscular structure that could be seen through his shirt, the giant bulge rubbing against Ichiro's side while his ears were being nipped. The putrid smell of aftershave, nicotine and alcohol mixing together. Everything was so weirdly attractive about it.
"You should tease me somewhere more sexy." Ichiro pouted. He took his jacket off and lifted his white hoodie top up, revealing horny blushed nipples. Samatoki traced a hand down Ichiro's muscles before playing with his nipples.
"Have you been working out, perverted brat?" Samatoki asked. He put his mouth around Ichiro's nipple after asking.
"S-sometimes." Ichiro flustered. He moaned out a little at Samatoki playing rough with his nipples. Mouth on one nipple and fingers messing about with the other.
"Hmm." Samatoki moaned as he replied
Samatoki went until Ichiro quickly unfastened his belt, pants and took them off. Ejaculate oozed out of his boxers. Ichiro let out noise loudly. He stopped cumming after a good minute.
"Wow... You weren't even touched down here." Samatoki put his hand on the erect dick that was still underneath underwear. "Warm..."
Ichiro's face couldn't go much more red. "Samatoki, it hurts." He complained.
"It hasn't even been in anything yet, virgin." Samatoki teased sadistically.
"I don't have my anal virginity anymore thanks to a perverted old man." Ichiro teased back.
"It should stay that way. I don't want to lose my anal virginity to a stubborn lady." Samatoki said with a smug look on his face.
"Who?!" Ichiro shouted.
"You! Hahaha!" Samatoki bullied Ichiro.
"I'm a man!" Ichiro pulled his boxers down and stood up on the sofa so his erect dick was directly in the albino man's face. Samatoki licked the head of Ichiro's dick; making him cry out.
"Nice pussy." Samatoki told him.
Ichiro's eyes filled up with small tears. "...You asshole."
Samatoki got hold of Ichiro's waist and forced him back down into a sitting position on the sofa. He then knocked the slightly smaller man into laying down.
"I'm gonna fuck you senseless, Ichiro." Samatoki said with a perverted look on his face. He was drooling a little. Once could guess the impatience finally kicked in. The white haired man was horny and needed his favourite man to copulate.
He took Ichiro's pants off and his own, inserting fingers forcefully into the other man's ass. It was already slightly lubricated. Only a little.
"You prepared before you came here?" Asked Samatoki looking surprised.
"...It hurts when you put it in dry, Samatoki." Ichiro replied, still refusing to give his 'friend' any respect.
"MISTER Samatoki to you, Ichiro." He put in his fingers more forcefully. There was no way this was good for Ichiro's poor hole but it did speed up the widening. Ichiro grunted in response to the albino trying to treat him so submissively.
Samatoki put his rock hard length into Ichiro's ass. Due to the girth, Ichiro's ass still felt a little tight. In a good way. Ichiro hotly moaned as Samatoki thrust in-out. He looked into the crimson eyes that belonged to the man currently having sex with him.
"Samatoki, ahh, mm... ah... I love you." Ichiro confessed. Samatoki thrust harder into Ichiro's now loosening up ass going deeper.
"Hah... I love you too, Ichiro."
Ichiro turned slightly pale the moment he heard his confession had been responded to. He confessed out of the euphoria he was feeling. He wasn't expecting Samatoki to give a serious response.
Still turned on by the sex, Ichiro decided to leave it at that. To continue on being a moaning mess to the man he supposed was now his lover. They had been friends with benefits for a few months. It started after finding the truth of what happened to Nemu, Saburo and Jiro. This was a continuing relationship from how they were when both were in The Dirty Dawg.
Samatoki begun thrusting into Ichiro's ass almost as hard as he could, knocking him back into reality.
"Ahh, Cumming!" Samatoki breathed out in a slightly deep tone.
"Cumming! Mm, cumming!" Ichiro shouted as the liquid shot out his penis on to his chest. Samatoki released a thick load of white ejaculate into Ichiro's ass. As he pulled out, some of the semen also did.
Adjusting his position, Samatoki got on his knees on the sofa, head buried into Ichiro's ass hole. He teased the hole, licking out a small amount of cum from inside the front. Once he was done eating out his new boyfriend's ass, he put a finger in and dragged the rest of the content out. It was fun hearing the other man's moans as he got the left over cum out.
Samatoki went to get kitchen roll and cleaned up all the sticky mess. He and Ichiro both got dressed.
Ichiro kissed Samatoki tiredly now both men were stood up. It quickly turned into the two making out with each other. Their saliva mixing together in tired arousal.
They both went to sleep in the same bed that night; spooning. Ichiro the little spoon and Samatoki the big spoon.
End.