Yakuza Life (and Death)

[write_my_dreams]

Title: Yakuza Life (and Death)
Author: write_my_dreams 
Pairings: Kyo x Toshiya, Ryoga x Tsuzuku
Genre: AU
Warning: Brief sexual content, murder of an OC, blood
Rating: R
Chapter(s): 1/1
Summary: Kyo is struggling to get some work done - something Toshiya absolutely doesn't want him doing - when an underling gets on his nerves for the last time. Ryoga and Tsuzuku find themselves on cleanup duty after Kyo snaps.
Author's Comment: For the "rewind" prompt, I went back and browsed previous challenges. The "last time" one fit for this. Also, kind of doing a rewind by using the name Tsuzuku instead of Genki.

 

Kyo found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on his work. Toshiya was determined to get what he wanted. His lover had draped himself over his lap, unbuttoned his shirt to his waist, and was kissing down his neck. Kyo laid a hand on Toshiya’s ass. Black and blue hair tickled his cheek as Toshiya hummed in approval. Toshiya was breathtaking as always in a pleated leather miniskirt, a skin tight tank top, fishnet stockings, and garters. Kyo squeezed his ass when Toshiya’s tongue started to trace the tattoo going up the side of his neck.

“I need to finish this for the boss,” Kyo growled.

Toshiya trailed his hand down Kyo’s bare chest. “Kaoru won’t protest if you don’t deliver immediately.” 

Kyo snorted. “Yeah, because last time you dressed up as a slutty maid to keep him distracted.” He smacked Toshiya’s ass when he nipped the top of the neck tattoo. It wasn’t much of a punishment. Kyo knew full well how much Toshiya enjoyed it. Along with whoring himself out to Kaoru. Kyo cast his paperwork a disgruntled look, met his beguiling lover’s gaze, and came close to forgetting all about said paperwork in favor of getting up Toshiya’s skirt.

His productivity - or lack thereof - was saved when his office door suddenly banged open. Kyo scowled, already irritated by the lack of respect and then Toshiya being demanding. His irritation deepened at the sight of Matsushita. The bastard had been after his position as Kaoru’s lieutenant for the last year. He’d also been after Toshiya. Not that Toshiya was even remotely interested in Matsushita. “Fucking knock next time,” Kyo snapped at him.

Matsushita sneered. He’d foregone his usual garish suit in favor of a tight tank top and battered, gray jeans. His left arm was covered in dragon tattoos while the right featured oni and other beings from Japanese folklore. “Toshiya, come on. You should be with a real man like me instead of this midget!”

Toshiya stopped caressing Kyo’s chest. “A real man?” He echoed while Kyo growled at the insult. The fastest way to piss him off was to comment on his height or call him cute. 

Smirking, Matsushita rocked his hips forward. “Yeah, baby. That shrimp you’re draped over can’t even dream of satisfying you if his dick’s as tiny as the rest of him.”

Kyo’s grip tightened on his lover’s ass. Matsushita was a fool if he thought Kyo was incapable of pleasuring the most beautiful man in the organization. He watched Toshiya’s face, knowing his lover wouldn’t disappoint him. Toshiya cast Matsushita a disinterested glance. His gaze flicked down to his crotch and he smirked then shrugged, the gesture making it clear he found Matsushita lacking. 

Matsushita’s eyes narrowed. “Toshiya-”

“Toshiya and I have had enough of your arrogance.” Kyo flipped Toshiya’s skirt up to access the thigh sheath containing his trademark weapons: throwing knives as slim and deadly as Toshiya himself. 

Toshiya pressed his face to Kyo’s spiky blonde hair, smiling against him “You want to? Or should I?” He breathed.

“Fuck off,” Matsushita sneered. “Why him and not me? Everyone knows you’re the biggest whore - gah!” His final jeer was cut off by a knife piercing his throat. Toshiya’s went into his crotch. He could only gurgle in pain. The last knife entered his heart. Matsushita staggered then fell. Kyo watched his body jerk twice before going still forever. Blood pooled onto the rug. That would have to go. 

“That’s for calling me a whore!” Toshiya huffed. He tossed his hair back over his shoulder.

“And insulting my height.”

Toshiya grinned. He reached down to palm Kyo through his jeans. “Mm, we know you’re big where it counts,” he purred while Kyo sucked in a breath. He fumbled for his phone to message Tsuzuku. He was an up and comer in the organization. Kyo trusted him to handle this business.

Kyo: Come to my office. 

Kyo set the phone aside and met Toshiya’s gaze. “Get on your knees. You can suck me off under the desk. If you’re a good boy, I’ll fuck you over it.”

Toshiya licked his lips. “Gladly.” He slid sensually from Kyo’s lap to kneel before him. He opened up Kyo’s pants to take out his cock. Leaning in, Toshiya swiped his tongue along him. Kyo fisted his hands in Toshiya’s dark hair. He watched him hungrily as Toshiya continued to tease. Kyo gave his hair an insistent yank. 

“So eager for my dick, but here you are taking your sweet time,” Kyo taunted. 

Toshiya caressed Kyo’s thighs. “You wouldn’t fuck me when I wanted you to.” He pouted when Kyo yanked his hair again. Toshiya finally took the head of his cock past those plush, red lips. Kyo groaned. He watched hungrily as his lover drew him deeper into his mouth. Kyo thrust forward. He forced his cock into that wet heat. Toshiya hummed in approval and swallowed him down. No one gave head like Toshiya. 

---

Tsuzuku and Ryoga had been making out in an empty office, enjoying the touch and the promise of more. Ryoga had Tsuzuku pinned to the wall with his hands up his shirt and his tongue practically down his throat. Tsuzuku paused in groping Ryoga’s ass when his phone buzzed. Insistently. 

“Ignore it,” Ryoga growled.

“What if it’s Kyo?”

Ryoga sighed. “Fine, check it.” He pulled his hands out from under Tsuzuku’s shirt.

Tsuzuku took his phone out of his pocket. Good thing he’d looked! Kyo would’ve been livid if he thought Tsuzuku was ignoring him. “It’s Kyo,” he explained to a put out Ryoga. “He needs to see me in his office.”

Ryoga snorted. “That makes you sound like a naughty schoolboy.”

Tsuzuku caught Ryoga by his belt and pulled him up against him. “Well, if Kyo ever decides to bend me over his desk and spank me, I won’t complain.” He winked as he squeezed Ryoga’s ass.

“Of course not,” Ryoga teased. He stole one more kiss then stepped back again, smoothing down their hair and clothes. 

Tsuzuku eyed his lover thoughtfully. “Either come with me, or stay here until I get back so we can continue where we left off. Up to you.” 

“I’ll come along.”

They passed Die on the way to Kyo’s office. With his black suit and long blonde hair, Die could easily play a vampire. “If you two happen to see Toshiya, tell him I need to speak with him. He’s not answering his phone.”

Great. Toshiya was probably having sex then. With Kaoru maybe? Kyo had just texted him to come to the office. “I’ll have him contact you if I do,” Tsuzuku promised. He nodded to his superior and continued towards Kyo’s office. Even though the door was ajar, he still knocked. Kyo had a temper as short as he was - a comparison Tsuzuku would never dare to voice aloud. “Kyo? It’s Tsuzuku.”

“And Ryoga!” Ryoga added cheerfully. 

“Come in,” Kyo said while Tsuzuku rolled his eyes at his lover. Not that he minded Ryoga being cute. 

The pair entered Kyo’s office. He was seated behind his desk with his shirt open to show off his tattoos and muscular chest. There was no sign of Toshiya. There was, however, a fresh corpse on the ground quite close to the door. It looked like Matsushita. The idiot must’ve run his mouth around Kyo and pissed him off. Bonus rage points if he hit on Toshiya again. 

“Cleanup?” Tsuzuku guessed.

Kyo’s head dropped back against his chair. “Yes.”

“Do you know where Toshiya is?” Ryoga asked. “Die is looking for him.”

Kyo smirked. “Is he? I’ll let Die… mm… know when Toshiya finishes his current task.” He shifted in his chair. Well, that explained why Toshiya wasn’t answering his phone. Hard to do so with a mouth full of cock.

Tsuzuku ducked his head. He pretended not to notice when a hand appeared from under the desk to wave at them. “We’ll, uh, leave you to it.” He grabbed Matsushita’s shoulders and left the dead man’s ankles for Ryoga. He was no stranger to death. No one could be in this line of work. Still, Tsuzuku didn’t think he’d ever be comfortable giving his boyfriend a blowjob mere meters away from a corpse. To each their own. Together, they disposed of the body in the incinerator.

On their way back to Kyo’s office to collect the soiled rug, they ran into Die again. “We found Toshiya,” Tsuzuku said. “He’s… busy.” 

“Yeah,” Ryoga deadpanned. “You could say he has his hands full.”

Die raised an eyebrow. “Let me guess. His mouth too?”

Tsuzuku rubbed the back of his neck. “Maybe check on him in another half an hour?”

Die snorted. “I’ll give them an hour. Toshiya should have collected himself by then.” He nodded to them then turned and walked back the way he’d come.

“Would you suck me off with a dead body in the room?” Ryoga asked him.

Tsuzuku grimaced. “Much as I love blowing you, no. I wouldn’t.”

“Me neither.”

“...Well, Toshiya is Kyo’s lover. Seems fitting he’d have, uh, interesting tastes.”

Ryoga slipped his hand into his. “There’s an understatement.”

The pair snickered. Tsuzuku’s amusement faded when Kyo’s office came into view - and earshot. Those breathy moans definitely weren’t Kyo’s. Tsuzuku hesitated outside the door. “Kyo?”

“Come in.”

Tsuzuku stepped inside with Ryoga in tow. His eyes went wide at the erotic, yet predictable, sight before him. Toshiya was bent over the desk with his skirt bunched up over his hips. He clutched the edge of Kyo’s desk, long hair hanging in his face as he moaned wantonly. Kyo stood behind him, holding onto his hips. Tsuzuku blushed and averted his gaze. “We’ll, uh, come back later.”

Kyo didn’t bat an eye. “You’re here now.” He thrust harder into Toshiya, making him scrabble at the desk.

Tsuzuku forced himself to look away. “Of course.” He elbowed Ryoga in the side when he caught him staring hungrily at Toshiya. Sure, everyone dreamed of having a threesome with beautiful Toshiya. Kyo was likely to put someone’s eyes out for ogling his man too much though. Or take someone’s hand off if they groped him.

“Oh, Kyo, harder,” Toshiya breathed.

Tsuzuku’s ears burned as he grasped the soiled rug. He enjoyed sex, had plenty with Ryoga, but he hadn’t expected to walk in on his superior like this! He was going to need a drink. He rolled up the rug and tossed it over his shoulder.

“Close the door behind you,” Kyo instructed. His voice was still even. He could’ve been doing paperwork instead of fucking Toshiya over the desk.

Ryoga pulled the door shut behind them. They disposed of the rug, washed their hands, then Ryoga brought him back to the empty room they’d been enjoying before Kyo’s summons. Kyo wouldn’t need a pair of junior members anytime soon, Die was probably brushing his hair and being pretty while he waited for Toshiya, so that left them with time for each other. 

“I’ve never seen you blush this much before,” Ryoga teased.

Tsuzuku rolled his eyes. “I didn’t expect to walk in on an office porno.”

“You’ve complained about walking in on them before.”

Tsuzuku pulled Ryoga up against him. “Yeah, and it still makes me fucking uncomfortable everytime it happens.”

Ryoga smirked as he looped his arms around his neck. “Ever considered they fuck in front of you on purpose?”

“As a test to make sure I don’t start drooling and wanting to hump Toshiya’s leg?”

“No, because they want a threesome.”

Tsuzuku blinked. “...I hadn’t thought of that.”

Ryoga shrugged. “Worth a shot. Next time they do it, and you know there will be a next time, you could always ask. Or just catch Toshiya alone.” He smiled sweetly as he reached for Tsuzuku’s belt. “Now, that tableau inspired me.” He winked and slid to his knees in front of his lover.

Tsuzuku slid his hands into Ryoga’s hair. Oh he loved when Ryoga felt so inspired.