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(Sorry for the late posting...) Chapter 12 - The final fight (Part 1) -Hm,I wonder if Narayama will like this t-shirt?-Sano was holding a pouch in his right hand and in his left - his suitcase plus few things for dinner. Sano noticed that the door is open and ran to see what happens,but the only thing that he found was an empty house. The young boy was shocked.He didn't even know what was happening.He didn't even think and ran to Masato's house.When he arrived,Sano knocked on the door,but who to see on the door - his brother. -Eiji...-he hissed hitting his brother right in the face. -Where is he???-Ichiro screamed. Eiji couldn't even react.For moment he was on the floor and his brother was hitting and kicking him,like he was a dirty cat.Eiji tried to stop Sano,but it was impossible. Masato tried to get up,hearing that something was happening,but he couldn't. -Eiji! What the hell are you...-before to continue Sano was already in front of him. -You...asshole...After all...you could catch him,eh?Are you content?Let me tell you something,you..are..dead!-Sano shouted and just when he was on way to hit Masato,Eiji stopped him. -ARE YOU INSANE??-Eiji shouted,hitting now his brother. Sano fell on the floor,try to hold his tears now.How unusual for him - to cry for his lover.But wait,it was the first person that he even liked. Was it normal to be like that?Maybe it was the feeling when you feel when you lose someone.Yeah,that pain in the heart,that can make you insane.The pain that makes you cry for just listening a sad song.The pain,that Sano was feeling now deep in his heart. -What are you doing here,Sano?-Masato asked,looking at the other with a worried look. -Like you don't know...-Sano mumbled.Eiji was so pissed off now,that his brother tried to touch Masato.He lifted his brother's chin and squeezed it,saying: -As you can see,yeah we don't know.So please be nice and tell us what are you doing here,or your head will be soon on the floor licking it. Sano shivered,looking down.From a long time,he wasn't as afraid as now from his own brother. -Someone...kidnapped..him...-Ichiro finally mumbled. -Kidnapped?Don't tell me?!Narayama!?-Masato shouted,jumping from the bad.No matter that his wounds could open again,he had to help his friend at least. -Wait,Masato!Where are you going?You are injured damn it!-Eiji said,trying to stop the other male. -Yey,you finally remembered when to stop me.It's already too late,Eiji.now Akira is the one who is one step forward.You can't stop him...-Masatop smiled faintly and leaved the room. -You...Stay here.We'll come back with Narayama..If something...-Sano was already out of the room,following Masato. -That idiots..-Eiji mumbled,but just a moment after that his phone rang. -Hey,hey dear Eiji-kun.How are you? Do you miss me?-it was Akira. -You....where is Narayama!?-Eiji shouted. -Oi,oi calm down.Wanna here him?-Akira chuckled,saying to one of his mans to hit Hitoshi. -Aagh...Ba-st-ar-d...-was the only thing that the boy could say. -See?We are really having fun here.Why don't you join us?Just come in the old factory next to Sano and Narayama's school.-after that Akira closed the phone. He went to Hitoshi,lifting his face and kicking him in the stomach. -You know,after all you're really cute.And these green eyes..-Akita lifted the other's chin kissing his rude,but passionately.Of course Nara just bit Akira's lip hardly that it even had blood in the end. Of course he hit Hitoshi,then took the knife from his pocket placing it to the other's crotch. -Try to bite me again and I'll leave without this here.-Akira hissed. Unfortunately,one of Akira's mans told him that Masato and Sano are coming,but Eiji was not with them.Of course the boy could understand that something wasn't right.He told to few of his guys to go and see the area. He thought that Eiji may be around hidden and when the moment come,he would just jump from his place and help to the other two,but he wasn't right. -So if I give you money you'll help us,right boss?-Eiji was talking with a tall male bareheaded man. -Of course.And you know how I "love" Akira,right?-the male grinned,while the both were drinking beer and laughing. -Thank you one more time Daniel.It's always nice to work with you.-Eiji patted the other male's shoulder. -Then,are we going to see your "friend" Akira?-Daniel chuckled. Eiji just nodded and smirked.When he first came to this guy,he wasn't even sure if he would help him,but when Daniel heard about Akira he was ready to give his own life for killing the other. Now with Daniel's people it had to be enough to beat Akira and to take back Narayama. In the same time Masato and Sano were already in the place where was Akira. -You...step back in this condition you can't even kill a fly,what to talk about fighting with him.-Sano said,stopping Masato from entering in the factory. -Stop talking like you're my mother..-Masato mumbled. -But you're usually listening to Eiji these days,am I right? He was even in your house...-Sano smirked. -....It's non of your business.-Masato mumbled again,opening the factory's door,but what could he see : Narayama chained on the wall his eyes closed and without clothes at all,just boxers.All his body was in blood. Just in the same moment Eiji and Daniel arrived as well.When Eiji saw his ex like that,he was on way to swoon.He was ready to run to him,but Sano stopped him. -It's a trap.-he said,but just then he saw that Masato was already to Narayama,trying to unchain him. -Nara!Nara! Can you hear me?-he was shouting,shacking Hitoshi's body when he was already free,but was it too late?

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Title: Bachi Bachi Manga ALT. names: バチ☆バチ Bachi☆Bachi Bachi-Bachi Original run: 2009 Description: A new story of a love-triangle and four oneshots, including an extra sixteen pages; all found in this comic filled with the honest love and desires of men! 1) Bachi Bachi Tsudanuma, the captain of the soccer club and Toui, the vice captain, keep their feelings for one another hidden in their hearts. Their kouhai, Ichita, discovers their secret and decides to support them. But one day, they both end up confessing to him?! (From Blissful Sin) 2) Youth, the color of sunset A scruffy man dragged by his tough daughter to Akino's hair salon. 3) Samurai Honeybee Takasugi Encountered an interesting guy at a karate lesson. 4) 723-122 (Nanai-san's woof woof - meow meow) Science fiction story about a clone and his Hybrids pets lovers 5) Hatagaya Lullaby A story about an old fashioned writer and an emo glam singer. 7) Extra - Depression. the color blue A continuation for the second story - Youth, the color of sunset. Manga-type: Manga Written by: KIJIMA Hyougo Drawn by: KIJIMA Hyougo Published by: Takeshobo Group(s) Scanlating: Blissful Sin Status: Complete Completely Scanlated: Yes Completely Translated: Yes Genres: Adult, Smut, Yaoi Categories: Comedy, Drama, Shotacon, Sports, Bara Main Characters: Tsudanuma, Ichita, Toui Recommendations: Surf Trip Boys?, Goshujinsama to Wanko Read Bachi Bachi Online Bachi Bachi Download Bachi Bachi Manga Complete Download link for non-members For download re-upload requests, post here so the staff notices them. Note: Please only ask for re-upload if none of the download links work after checking ALL the pages of the thread. Thanks! YO Staff

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Sensitive Pornograph (uncensored) Anime Title: Sensitive Pornograph Written by: Ashika Sakura Genre: yaoi Number of Episodes: 1 - have 2 part Year : 2004 Plot: Part 1 : The story begins with Seiji Yamada (Voiced by: Kenichi Suzumura), a young shonen manga artist, who develops an affair with a fellow mangaka, who writes hentai, named Sono Hanasaki, who is also his favorite artist. The plot-line develops from Yamada mistaking Sono for a girl. After having discovered him to be a boy, Seiji still falls in love with him, and they have an intimate affair. Seiji becomes distraught when he learns of Sono's past tendencies of sleeping around, and for a time the two become separated. However, they eventually reconcile after Seiji learns of the emotional damage Sono has suffered as a result of being abandoned and used only for sex. Part 2 : The second part begins with Ueno, a student in college, who works part-time as a pet sitter, receiving an assignment to take care of a rabbit. Upon arriving at the specified address, looking for a rabbit named Aki-chan, he finds that there is no rabbit. Instead he discovers a young man bound, naked, in a closet, apparently a sex slave to the man who hired Ueno. Aki-chan is chagrined to realize that his lover/master has created a twist on a sexual thrill situation for himself - he has sent strangers to Aki-chan for sex before, but tricking someone into the apartment is a new twist. Aki-chan knows his master wants to watch from a distance while Aki-chan has sex with the duped Ueno. Explaining that his master will get mad if things don't go his way, and may even hurt Ueno, Aki-chan persuades him to have sex to ..... Download Sensitive Pornograph OVA: Download Watch Sensitive Pornograph Online (HD Quality): Sensitive Pornograph Online For download re-upload requests, post here so the staff notices them. Note: Please only ask for re-upload if none of the download links work after checking ALL the pages of the thread. Thanks! YO Staff

I. Installing East Asian Language Pack for Windows 7 The Language Packs are only supported in Windows 7 Ultimate and Windows 7 Enterprise. They will be listed in the Windows Update screen. If you do not have Windows 7 Ultimate you can't use the Language packs. You may follow this procedure to download and install a Windows 7 language pack: 1. Start Microsoft Update. To do this, click Start, type Microsoft Update in the Start Search box, and then click Microsoft Update in the Programs list. 2. Click the optional update links for the language packs. 3. Under the Windows 7 Language Packs category, select the desired language pack. 4. Click OK, and then click Install updates to start the download and installation process. For Windows XP 1. Insert the Windows CD. 2. Go to Control Panel and double click on Regional/Language Settings. 3. Go to the Languages tab and check "Install files for East Asian languages". 4. Go to the Advanced tab and under "Select a language to match the language version of the non-Unicode programs you want to use:" pick Japanese from the drop-down menu. Then hit Apply, then OK, then restart your computer and you are done. II. Extracting the Game With WinRar 1. Go to the folder where you have downloaded the game and double click on it. If the game has 2 or more parts, double click on the first part. 2. Select the file(s), and click on Extract to and select a location, say disk D:, or Desktop 3. A popup should show up. Select "Process All files in all volumes from the current" III. Mounting With Daemon Tools [video=youtube;_KNVzb-1d3A]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_KNVzb-1d3A For older versions of Daemon: 1. Open Daemon Tools, go to "Virtual Devices" and then to "Add SCSI Virtual Drive". Daemon will add a new disk. 2. Now click again on "Virtual Devices" and you should see a new device there. In my case "Device 0: [F:] No Media". Click on this drive and from the new menu click on "Mount Image..." 3. A new window will show up and you must search for the extracted game and select it. In my case, on disk D:, Daylight-朝に光の冠を-.ISO. Depending on the game, you might have a .cue, .mds, .img, .cdi file. Once you have located it, select it, hit Open and an AutoPlay window will pop up. In this window, click on "Run Startup.exe" and it will open the game setup.

Summary: While Asami sits back and takes an almost gentler-ish approach at silently manipulating Takaba's mind, the latter decides to get out of his own butt, make some decisions and act on them for once. Status: Completed Warnings: un-romance (as usual for these two), slice-of-life (?), mentions of past violence, (not) angst, explicit sex, sprinkles of my f-cked-up sense of humor and brackets abuse. Author notes: Timeline: Post-Hong Kong; around the beginning and then middle of Escape & Love - Volume 6 (before they start living together). Pairing: Asami/Takaba Rating: M (NC-17, R-18 or whatever), for language and explicit sexual content Disclaimer: Viewfinder and its contents are property of Yamane Ayano. A.N.: I have the next few chapters of FIBWOWC written but I'm not (very) happy with them, so I'm modifying little details here and there still. (A certain day, a few days ago,) I decided to vent my frustration and 'this' was thus born. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Open Your Eyes (Oneshot) The morning after is and has always been a delicate topic, at least in Takaba's presence. Asami knows better than to rill the photographer up when he's absolutely sure he won't gain anything with it, that he won't reap any benefits aside from the sure tinge of amusement, so he usually leaves it up to the other what occurs (or what does not) in the mornings they wake up together in the same bed.Ever since it first happened – waking up together, both still in bed, when normally one of them is long gone as soon as the afterglow of the last orgasm wears off – at New Year's the year before, after Asami picked him up dead drunk and proceeded to make a mess out of him all night (*), Takaba had a panic attack so big when he woke up and took in what had taken place that even Asami's sleepy eyebrow rose a little in surprise. From then on, the yakuza made a mental note of not pushing it. Takaba is already hot-headed enough during the day (and curse-spiting at night) but he goes to new heights when he wakes up; his bad temper tends to explode at the minimal spark of teasing and… let's say Asami doesn't appreciate having a well-aimed foot practicing soccer with his equipment when the purpose is to incapacitate him, and he's still getting used to (even if he feels a sense of pride and receives a good dose of pleasant feelings in his gut he doesn't quite care to explain) in having his nude photographs together with stuffed toys made into Takaba's cell and laptop's wallpapers. Takaba got better after the Hong Kong trial. (They had fucked on the boat like two starving beasts; it had been Takaba's awakening after the lengthy nightmare. It was the very first time he bled when they had sex. He had bled with Fei Long, both the first and second times he was raped by him. Takaba remembers that even on the first time Asami had raped him as punishment only on their second time meeting each other, he hadn't made him bleed. It had hurt, hurt so much he thought he'd die, and then he shamefully remembers of how much he had enjoyed it even through all the pain. He was drugged, and lubed, and prepared – though not prepared enough for Asami's member – and he was undeniably aroused. It hurt and felt like he was being torn apart from the inside. And it was intense and rough and it made him high on the feeling; even above and beyond the effects of the damn aphrodisiac he was made to sniff he could fucking feel it. It pooled up, and he couldn't breathe and it felt good, so good. And then he couldn't stop it, couldn't hold back. And he came. Hard. He remembers opening Asami's shirt and taking in the sight of his bullet wound, his strong torso bandaged and bloody. He remembers the soft kiss as he felt water wetting down his face. And god, he remembers the passionate kiss that followed, with tongue and lips and saliva and Asami's taste. He had longed for it, whenever he jerked off, whenever he was fucked against his will. He could never forget it, and now he was tasting it again. It wasn't anywhere near enough. When he felt Asami's length pulsing hot against him even through the fabric of their trousers, he shivered with want; and when Asami palmed Takaba's erection and let it free, the physically-bruised and psychologically-spent blonde let go of inhibitions and asked for it, admitted openly he wanted the older man. He didn't care they had nothing at hand, that the only preparation he got was Asami's fingers barely coated in spit (his own or Asami's he doesn't quite remember, maybe both) and he didn't care that Asami's cock went in dry. It hurt. More than their first time. And it felt even better. Takaba hugged him and clung to him and grabbed his hair with unaware possession and they shared kisses and glances and Takaba passed out after climaxing twice, satisfied with the whisper of his name Asami let escape after his release. Then they had fucked on the plane. Takaba has no memories of the view from high above in spite of (or due to the fact of) being face-pushed into the window the whole of the trip; jeans down to his knees. Asami's tongue drawing wet lines down his spine; Asami's long, elegant, manly fingers wrapped around his penis; Asami's long, tick, smooth length buried to the hilt inside his body, pushing and pulsing and sending him over the edge. And then they did it on that god forsaken island almost as many times as they had until then in all the time they had known each other. Takaba felt drained and dead and didn't feel bad at all for exaggerating because seriously, his ass' one eye couldn't even look at a chair anymore. The first time, he melted (the heat of the weather and the warmth of Asami's body was a volcanic combination); Asami got him used to it so much, so well, took so much damn time on the preliminaries Takaba didn't think he'd survive when he finally put it in. It always feels good, Asami always makes it good, even when it hurts; so when the pain is nothing but a slight pressure or none at all it's too much to take. It cracked him. Every time the nightmares left him a bit shaken Asami was there to make him forget and drown him in pleasure. And when his backside was on its limit, Asami would touch him, and lick him, and please him and only give, instead of taking. And it broke him. The strangulation had been what had traumatized him the most, it seemed, so Asami re-wrote the entire chapter and left his signature at the end. Asami had brought it up again and again – that Takaba was his – and had grasped his neck firmly, his grip unfaltering and secure and Takaba relented, feeling safe, feeling his feet on the ground, feeling the reality of it all; and admitted that it was fine if it was him, only him. Asami took him, restricting his breathing, roughly, and Takaba accepted everything Asami gave him greedily. He came convulsing, almost seizuring with the pleasure. And when he wantonly asked for more, Asami indulged him with a pleased half-smile on his face.) After they came back to Japan, it both would and wouldn't come back to how it was before. Yes, they would continue their games – Takaba would run, Asami would catch him; the cycle would keep on going. But now Takaba was starting to gather his thoughts, to understand what he wanted – and he wanted Asami. And for that, in order to have a chance of achieving that: he would have to get a hold of himself and work hard. Easier said than done. So yeah, things really had pretty much came back to what they were before all hell broke loose; Asami working, Takaba working, occasionally they would come across each other on the street when Takaba was running from something, someone, and Asami would give him a ride. Mr. Tall, Dark And Sadist would pay him a visit whenever he took photos of something he shouldn't and would do his self-proclaimed version of a good deed: confiscate & punish. In other words, more of their catch-and-run unspoken deal. More like fuck and run. As in casually sleeping together. For months. A year. Or more. Fuck buddies. Ugh, I think I'm gonna be sick. Oh and yeah, today is one of those days. Or rather, this morning is one of those mornings. Ugh, 'the hell happened, I feel like my head's gonna explode... Guh— ...shit. Shit, shit, shit, SHIT! Realization knocks at the door with bothersome persistence. Again. It happened again. …Why? Oh god... I have to get out of here fast... Takaba makes to sit up and leave the bed. As he shifts his position, a throbbing pain lights up from the bottom end of his spine and shoots up in a flash. Managing to stifle a gasp, he lets a hand travel to his back to try and appease the pain, without success. Baaastard—! Thanks to you I have not only a freaking hang-over but my ass feels like it's on fire! The morning usually started with a bifurcation; either Asami woke up first, or Takaba did. The Asami-pattern is simple and methodical, never strays from the norm. Silently, he would disentangle his arm from under Takaba's head and, before making his way to the shower, allow himself to ruffle dirty-blonde locks with startling gentleness. The start being an unspoken ritual, the conclusion would always depend on the 'road' Takaba chooses for the day. The Takaba-pattern is more complex, as he tends to rationalize everything that needs not be. Panic would greet him, in small or large helpings for the day in question, usually proportional to the extent of alcohol consumed in the previous night (or lack thereof), the intensity and duration of their 'recreational activities' (that was evaluated by the residual soreness concentrated on his lower regions) and – and this one Takaba seems to take into account just for the hell of it (not because he secretly enjoys dry-licking Asami all over with just the power of his stare) – the level of smugness displayed on Asami's sleeping expression. Threatening to vomit all over his own thoughts, too logical for his person at such an early hour of the day, Takaba carefully props himself out of the bed (no matter where they ended up doing their thing, Asami never failed to carry him to the comfort of the soft mattress), all the while praying to someone 'upstairs' (never to 'whoever' listened because really, he doesn't need any more devils with him in the room) that Asami would have mercy on him and continued to pretend to be asleep until he dragged his limping behind out of the penthouse. Wet sensation runs down his tighs, making him flush in memory of how such fluids made its way inside of him. Takaba turns his eyes away from the bathroom door and cruelly rejects the shower with silent treatment. Breath stalled, he moves the fastest he can, struggling to pull his jeans up his legs, trying to stand up without falling and standing guard with one eye never leaving his bed partner. After the easy part – and Takaba chuckles humorlessly at that – comes the real test. Allowing himself to indulge in a final touch would carry a tremendous risk, the percentage of his efforts until that exact moment would all go to waste and he would certainly regret his actions and torment himself for days on end for being such an insufferable idiot. So most days he fought back the urge, a longing gaze rooming the other's sleeping (or not) form for a single moment. The door would shut behind him. And then, against the other side of the object separating him from his desire, Takaba would take a deep breath and, not completely content (as he thinks he should be), congratulates himself for his momentarily pang of good judgment; and would take one step further away from the building, starting his day. Only today is one of the days he really doesn't want to step away immediately; not really. Sneakers just finished being tied are discarded with the ankle of each opposite foot, respectively. Like most days, the door shuts behind him; but this time, he stays inside. The distance between Takaba and the bed diminishes and anticipation curls tightly around his middle. Just one touch. A single touch and I'm good to go. Mental preparation; an attempt to will himself to strengthen his own resolve and stick to it. Scrapped blue-cladded knees meet the coolness of the floor. A hand for support. Takaba leans down and shudders at the warm breath against his face. They are close, so close it burns and they aren't even skin on skin yet. Takaba wonders how he is even able to take it – his touch – without blasting into instant combustion. Deciding he needs to recall that 'how', his lips brush lightly against Asami's, nearly connecting. The rush of feelings that flows through him is powerful, demanding, and he doesn't feel like he's in any condition to deny it. Takaba presses his mouth with intent now, harder. The hand which was on the floor somehow is now putting pressure down on the bed, dangerously close to the yakuza's face. A shower of feather-kisses along the other's cheeks, lips, chin. Takaba finds himself no longer on the floor but fully on the bed as well, unthinkingly following the example of his traitorous hand. Another kiss; where he not so much as kisses but rather breathes in the essence of Asami into himself. Straddling the taller man, the photographer lets one of his hands travel from one bare shoulder up the neck, then the jaw; his fingertips dancing on the other's closed lips. Takaba bends down to steal one last taste. One more. My fix for the day. Then I'm outta here. Mouths connect. And when Takaba feels Asami's lips moving slowly, softly against his own, his eyelids snap open and he knows he went too far. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Before he can pull away and take off like a scared lamb running from a starved wolf, the other firmly but gently puts a hand around his neck and deepens the kiss. All thoughts of getting away from the older man gone, Takaba's eyes fall shut again, his brow furrowing in concentration, his throat giving birth to a low rumble of a raspy moan. Asami isn't being forceful and makes no other move aside from his lips on Takaba's and his fingers caressing the soft skin of the other's nape. Takaba's hairs stand up at the feeling of it. Their bodies aren't touching anywhere else and he painfully feels the need to change that. Still kissing; slow and long and unbreakable, the younger man lets his knees and elbows stop supporting him and enjoys the feeling of Asami's body on his, separated only by a fine white bed sheet and his own clothes. Fully lying above Asami, letting the other feel all of his weight on him, Takaba lets his hands wander briefly to Asami's bed-hair (Takaba would never admit out loud that he finds it unbearably adorable) and while one lingers there, massaging the dark-brown strands, the other gets bolder and travels down Asami's side until it finds his well-defined hipbone and decides to keep it company for a while. Lungs burning with the need for oxygen, Takaba reluctantly abandons Asami's mouth, but not without conserving their lips just barely apart. Both pairs of eyes open and lock on the other's. Takaba wants to say something, anything, but nothing comes out; words hiding from him in the darkest corner of his mind. He attempts to search for them but then Asami's voice is there, violating his ear with its huskiness, and still slurred from sleep. "Take a shower with me?" It's so tempting; so, so tempting. But he can't. It's enough already that he turned his back to the door and came back inside and did what he did and they had been doing what they had been doing. It was time to really wake up. "I can't." And at that Asami's hand leaves the back of his neck, delicately caressing his cheek on the way, downwards, as it falls to the bed. Takaba missed the feel of it even before it had left. Asami is looking at him, really looking at him, and Takaba feels naked, completely open and exposed as if every bit of his insides are there – like a gutted pig after the kill – for everyone to see and judge and poke and stab. Except the only one in the room with him is Asami. And Asami is the only one of them who's naked. He opens his mouth but his vocabulary is apparently still playing hide-and-seek somewhere, so he can't make a single sound. Instead, he looks away; the intense gaze Asami lavishes him with too much for him to bare. The silence is a skilled assassin. Unable to stand any longer in wait for it to show its true colors and attack him, Takaba looks back at Asami, whose gaze is now directed at the ceiling; blank, empty, unreadable. It pains him and he's lowering his head again before he knows it, bumping their foreheads together harshly, even while his cerebellum is yelling at him not to. Asami looks at him once more. It pains him to a greater extent, with those cold eyes that seemed to freeze the ceiling now directed at him. He knows it's a mask and, without thinking twice about it, kisses it away. In opposition to the latest one, this kiss is brief, almost non-existent, but their eyes are open and what he catches flickering on Asami's gaze lits him on fire. Takaba scrambles out of the bed in a hurry, tripping on invisible nothingness on his way to the door but not letting himself fall for it. He doesn't bother putting his sneakers back on, quickly crouching and grabbing them swiftly as he passes by the hall and through the door and slams it shut with alarming force. He runs. Runs and runs and runs until his side is killing him and he has to stop. Throwing himself against some door in a crowded street, he doesn't care about the fixed looks being directed at him; not the whispering, nor the pain that makes the whole of his back throb, adding even more to his sore state. Wide-eyed and trembling with whatever the hell he's feeling, he lets himself slide down the vertical plane-texture of the door. Breathing hard and fast, unable to control the intake and exit of air from his lungs, tears start brewing at the corners of his eyes. The tiny droplets feel like smoldering liquid coal. He lets them fall freely. Takaba tightens his legs and wills it to go away, pleads it to go away. But a few minutes pass, long minutes pass and it doesn't. With one hand he grabs himself between his legs, where it feels hard and painful, and he pulls both legs closer to his trembling body by the knees, propping the other arm on top of them, where he lets his head fall down onto. Why? It was— It was b-barely even a kiss so... w-why? As he forces himself to calm down and focuses on the wind and cold weather lowering his body temperature, Takaba isn't aware of what happens, at the same time, inside the house his feet scurried to get him out from. Asami gets out of bed. He lets his body be washed by liquid ice, his head thrown back and mouth open, to let the cold water freeze him inside and out. Then, filling his three-piece suit with graceful movements, he grabs a lonesome camera laying forgotten on the table in the living-room and heads out to drop by a certain brat's friend's apartment and leave it on the desk. No, Takaba wasn't aware of it; but he would figure it out when he arrived at Kou's on the evening after leeching the whole day at Takato's, and then he would touch his camera, hold it as if it was something precious (because it was, now for more ways than one) and wonder for the umpteenth time why the hell did he always run away. How the night would end was moderately predictable, just like many others during the last year. The mornings not so much, just like so many before. Not until his two-choice road was cut down to one. Takaba just hoped Asami didn't get tired of playing cat-and-mouse until then. -x- The next night they would get… together, wouldn't be exactly what Takaba was expecting, was to expect, after all this time. Asami comes strolling in at 03:17 a.m., looking like he owns the place, as usual. Takaba doesn't bother with inquiries about how the other man had gained access to Kou's apartment days before, much less about how he knew Kou was out tonight, sparing himself of a tremendous headache. Between relieving himself of the constriction of his jacket, waistcoat and tie, pulling out the chosen one from the little box of cancer sticks and allowing the sofa the honor of having his well-sculpted ass sit on it, Asami finishes his entrance with a much belated voicing. "Hey." Takaba doesn't quite know what to make of it; usually he would be cornered against a wall or lead to the bedroom right away (or to anywhere else, really) as soon as Asami appeared at his door step. Now it was all very… calm. It left him feeling out of place in his own (temporary) home while Asami fit in like a gorgeous, extravagant, living decoration that Takaba wouldn't be able to afford if he saved money for the rest of his entire life. Oh God. Are we like… going to talk? "H-Hey…" Even his own voice betrays him. Takaba takes a second to complain in-psyche. When I'm with him… I can't even trust myself anymore. Throat clear. Try again. "Do you… want some tea… or something?" "I'd appreciate it." "Right. Then I'll, uh—" Takaba gestures a bit with his hands, trying to illustrate his point, and leaves to the kitchen; discarding a no-little amused Asami lounging on the sofa. His fingers dance in a frenzy without asking his permission first and Takaba lets the kettle fall with a loud clang in the sink, making him have to re-fill it with water. He's more than certain Asami gave in to a chuckle before calling out to him from the living-room, his voice just a remote-control one-click higher than his default level. A curse for Kou and his old-school teakettle. Takaba swears right then to buy an electric one for him, a pricy one, and make Kou pay him back, yen by yen. "You seem especially nervous today. What's the matter? "Well excuse me if you're kind of creeping me out. Even though it's not the first time you just show up out of nowhere I'm not exactly waiting for you to all of a sudden step in. And you're being weird today. Like… weirder-than-usual weird." In some parallel dimension where Kou's kitchen is alive, it would laugh and cry and thump and roll around at Takaba's scrambling-around to heat up water for the tea; his face is pink and his mouth is capable of mumbling (barely) coherently as he tries not to scream and make a fool out of himself, and yet still talk audibly for Asami to hear him even through the whistle of the metal pot. "How so?" "Guhh—! You know exactly what I'm talking about! You not doing the things you normally do feels… not right." "What do I normally do that the non-occurrence of it causes you to be so thrown out of balance, care to enlighten me? Akihito." He wishes he could shove his fist into his own mouth and bite it for effect but his hands are currently gathering the mugs and arranging then on the tray, next to the sugar bowl, so he substitutes his fist with nothing but atoms as his teeth crunch together, gnashing. Though there is a certain part of Asami he could just bite off as well. Damn him. "You didn't—" Stop it. Don't say it. That's what he wants; for you to play his game. He'll draw you in, have you where he wants you to be and still be able to goad that it was you who threw yourself into it. "You're not…" Idiot. Digging your own hole. Don't complain later – after he fucked you senseless with your half-assed consent. "…touching me." Well done, Takaba Akihito. Get down on your knees and lick the soles of the shoes he didn't bother to take off like the good pet that you are, why don't you? "I'm tired today." Takaba thinks that maybe he was going def. "…what?" He stops at the doorway, looking straight at Asami like he's… Satan. Freshly arrived from the pit. Wait. That comparison is just too damn accurate… "I didn't have time to sleep last night, too much work; so I'm feeling rather fatigued." Confused, not knowing what to say or do – that's how Takaba is feeling as he looks with no short amount of incredulity at Asami, as if the man had just spouted utterly impossible crap. A man who seems to possess matchless (not to say endless) stamina, denying himself from indulging in his regular pleasure-filled sessions, which always seem to not only not drain him at all but rather recharge his energy to the fullest, admitting such a thing in all his – dare Takaba say – honesty, had to at least suck out such a reaction. "I… don't understand. Why are you here then?" If not for sex, or for confiscation of his films and then punishment – that meant sex – or anything else and then sex, Takaba's brain couldn't find a reason as to why the yakuza was currently spending time in his house with him. Not having sex. It's almost like… socializing. Hanging out? Takaba hangs out with his friends. Asami is certainly not his friend. He's not, right? I mean, I don't even know anymore. Takaba also spends time with his family. Asami is most definitely not his family. He is not his long lost older brother thought dead who his parents never told him about because it was a wound too big. He is not his real, biological father that abandoned him at birth because he was a child born from one of his many mistresses. He is not his uncle or cousin. He is not his transvestite unborn daughter, or anyone else related to him by blood. It's odd. Feels odd, smells odd, looks odd. "To relax." Okay, that is not what Takaba was expecting, not in a long shot. His internal disk is going into overdrive at any given nanosecond. Takaba stumbles upon his words. "You… came here to… relax? After working hours upon hours, a whole day and then more without resting, doing… whatever it is that you do; meetings and deals and threats and kills and… instead of going home to sleep, you came… here? To relax?" "I did." Takaba finally snaps out of his reverie and decalcifies himself from the spot on the ground he was glued to. Setting down the tray on the desk, by the computer, he satisfies the mugs' thirst as he fills them with warm beverage. Handling an unadulterated teacup to Asami, he injects a decent amount of sugar into his own before sipping it, cursing loudly as his upper lip gets burned (earning him a light-hearted snort from the only other person in the room) and then blowing on the fervent liquid in irritated manner, at least proving he learned with his mistake. "I don't get it." "Don't worry yourself so much, you're safe today. I'm not doing anything, am I?" "No, no, no… That is what worries me! You are seriously fucking freaking me out!" The dark-haired man drinks his tea with Japanese grace underneath his western-ish, putting-models-to-shame looks. "Why is that? Would you prefer that I had taken you as soon as I passed your threshold?" Good old Smirk-sama is right there. Takaba-kun's Control Center Status: Orange. "Yes! Because that's how it is; you come, take what you want and get out! Now— now you came, you… park the car and stand-by. I don't know what the fuck you think you're doing or what you pretend to accomplish with this. This is not… it's not how you operate." "Are you scared?" "What? I-I'm not scared, I just… I just want to know what this is all about and— yeah, I'm scared, alright? Don't look at me like that; don't read me, I fucking hate when you do that!" "There is no hidden motive, don't torture yourself over it. I wanted to come over, so I came over. I came, I sat down, you made tea, you sat down – although you got up again – and now we're talking. I'm relaxing. That's what I came to do." "…" "Are you so against me being here?" "I… Why..? Why here, why with me; I don't…" "Say it. What you're bottling up. Talk to me." "I'm not—!" "Akihito." Takaba-kun's Control Center Status: Red. I… If I had to say if I like you or dislike you, then I don't like you. I don't like what you do and I don't like what you stand for. We're opposites. Different sides. Everything you do, the way you think and act; the way I see it, it's all wrong. You're a 'bad guy', you're a criminal. But I can't say it doesn't have a contra-effect as well, I can't deny that the dangerous aura around you turns me on, makes me anticipate and fear every word that comes out of your mouth, every step you take closer to me. It attracts me; everything about you pulls me in. I know I should stay away from you, run from you, be scared of you. But I'm not, not like that: I can't. The fear you inflict in me isn't the same fear you inflict in everyone else. They're scared of what you'll do to them, that you'll hurt them, strip them of everything they have, kill them. Sure, if you feel like it, you're perfectly able to do it, but what I'm terrified of is the feeling you awake in me, that you'll see the truth behind my lies, the want underneath my rejection. I'm scared shitless you'll see what you mean to me and what I would do for you, what I would leave behind for you… what I feel for you. And I'm scared of what you'll reflect when I finally get the guts to look at you in eye. Of what your reaction will be. Of your answer." Takaba had never said so much in one single breath. Asami is stunned, glued to the sofa and speechless for once. "And if I had to say if I love you or hate you… I'd say I hate you. Like I have before." "…" "And like before I'd be lying." Takaba turns around and doesn't give Asami time to say a word before stepping outside of his own living place and making his way through the streets of Tokyo at the breaking of dawn. -x- He's finding himself quite brave today, and unwavering, having finished an important assignment even more efficiently than he had planned to and received his wagers – quite a decent amount, and well-deserved, if he might say so himself. And so, after days and days of brain-swelling harsh thinking – with zero contact from Asami all the while – Takaba finds himself in front of Club Sion. "Hey, punk, this is no place for you. Get out of here." A~ah, welcoming as usual. He wants to retort, to snipe back full-throttle and give the menacing… bouncer? Settling for high-maintenance bouncer he wants to giggle, but swallows it drily and attempts a more serene approach. "Ah well, I want to talk to Asami. Is, uh, Kirishima-san… or Suoh-san here?" "I told you already to go away before I have to— "Look… Yojimbo-san? I need to go in so if you'll just call one of them or just let me pass yourself it'll be a great help." Okay, he can't help it. He tried but the man just looks kind of dumb anyway and that's that. "Who the hell are you calling 'yojimbo'? You—" The man in black decides to resort to physical, at last, and Takaba takes advantage of it. A kick to the shin and the other falters. Even the sturdiest structure goes down when a well-conspired attack explodes at its pillars of support. "AH!" "Ah sorry, sorry~" Takaba jumps around a bit to the left, then to the right to avoid being freely offered a strike dead-on to the nose by a clenched fist. "Damn brat, come here!" As the man reaches out and grabs him by the back of his t-shirt, Takaba turns around sharp-fast already mentally preparing his knee to smash against the suited man's balls. "Hey man, let me the fuck go or I swear I'll do worse next ti—" "What is going on here?" Neither had noticed the sure steps closing in on them, too lost in their little street fight. Four-eyes stands before them, masked disbelief cracking his voice. "Takaba-kun?" Takaba suddenly realizes, for the second time, how glad he is that Glasses Guy didn't die on that god damn ship ages ago. Now the bouncing bouncer… he doesn't look so happy at being caught not doing his job properly. "Ugh, sempai, this is… I was just getting rid of this punk but he's—" "Let go of him. He's fine. Don't forget that." Simple and to the point. Glasses' eyes are on himself and if the man hadn't just directed a sentence at his subordinate, Takaba would think he hadn't even acknowledged the other guy's presence. "Takaba-kun. What brings you here?" "Kirishima-san, can I se— hm, is Asami available?" "This way." The two men slither inside the club and uncaringly leave the abandoned pup, or rather, the confused bouncer looking for answers in the sound of their footsteps. A bleach-haired, buff and tall person takes pity on him (not really) and butts in. "You just started working here, Gamma, so I guess you haven't been told but from now on I strongly recommend you not to act violent towards the bra— Clearing his throat. "—towards Takaba-kun. The boss won't be happy. And then neither will you." "H-Hai." It doesn't give him any answers, really, but it sure serves to keep his mouth from getting a mouthful of flies and shut him up. -x- "He just came out from a meeting and there is nothing in need of his immediate attention for now. I'll let Asami-sama know you're here. You know the way." "Yes. Hm, thank you." -x- Not bothering with knocking at the door or signaling his arrival any more than Kirishima already did, Takaba strolls right in, dismissing the leather sofa that looks like it needs desperately to be sat down upon and only stops when the front of his black Converse as good as bumps into Asami's working desk. "What is the reason for such an unexpected visit?" Hello to you too, almighty jerk. Takaba did prepare himself for the encounter but the simulation is never quite the same as the real thing. "Er, do you… doyouwanttogoout? Asami hadn't moved since the photographer made his way inside his office; sitting on his chair, assessing legal and not-so-legal and everything-but-legal documentation. Takaba considers seppuku as he notices he feels… jealously… of those damn papers receiving so much of Asami's attention. Jealous. Great. Of fucking paper sheets. Double great. My condition is worse than I thought. "…I'm afraid I didn't quite understand your…question?" Takaba's cheeks go red. Fury. Shame. Both. Oh yeah, you so did you freaking— "I said: do you want to go somewhere?" He grips his control tightly and doesn't even stagger this time. But he does drawl out each word as long as he can, purposely. And the yakuza finally, finally directs his gaze at him. He feels a rush; although he stills wishes the infuriating corner of the other man's mouth would go fuck itself. "Are you asking me out, Akihito?" Don't clench your teeth; he'll notice your tensing jaw. Breathe. "I guess…" The younger of the two expects to be provoked and to be made fun of before receiving an indulging answer. The older of the two does his part and surprises him with a stealth response. "Sure. Let us go." "!" "What is it; don't tell me you were expecting me to decline your invitation?" A hand to the back of his neck; scratching the awkwardness. "Yeah well… no, not really but— I don't know. It doesn't matter." Asami arranges the documents at one side and leaves then there for Kirishima to collect later. The chair misses his weight as he finishes leading his arm through his jacket sleeve. "Shall we go then?" Leaving his office, Asami's feet allow him to travel along the corridors to the outside of the building. Takaba, following one step behind, almost bumps into his back when he pauses next to his BMW. "Shall we go by car?" "We'll walk. If you don't mind." "I suppose you're not telling me where we're going? If so, lead the way. I cannot read your mind, in its entirety, contrary to what you might believe." The light-brown-haired man doesn't pout. But he wants to. He shakes it off anyway and starts walking side-by-side with Asami, guiding him through the crowd. "Hm. I won't take you anywhere 'nice' like you're used to so… don't make fun of it, 'kay?" "I won't." They walk in confortable silence. Asami's expensive shoes clack when they hit the ground, his hands peeking into his trouser pockets, causing the short tail of his open jacket to flump back a little around his wrists. His hair flies softly with the wind; it's almost 8 p.m. and though the temperature doesn't feel too low, the feeling of the cold breeze feels nice. Takaba rearranges the strap of his bag crossing his body diagonally a bit so that it's not biting into his bare neck. The traffic sign changes its color and they traverse the white lines painted on the dark pavement along with hundreds of other people. His peripheral vision takes in the sight of their target-location and his lips elevate in a smile. Usually the place is full, rush-hour is relentless after all, but today only a few salary men occupy half the tables at the ramen stand in Shinjuku Station. They have their orders taken and take hold of a table in one of the corners, where it's less noisier. "You surprised me today." Asami's oral fixation kicks in and a white stick is already stuck between full lips. A flame to the tip; smoke kindly fluctuates, forming pretty crinkled-like laces in the middle of otherwise full-blown darkness, were they not illuminated by streets lamps. "Uh?" "I thought for sure you would avoid me for a while. A long while even. After that outburst the last time." "…" "What made you come today?" "Can you not be so straight-forward this once? It's really disconcerting." I'm trying to act normal here, dumbass. "And me doing that would be childish." A chuckle. "Exactly." "Bastar— Anyway! I'm… sorry… for that day. It was stupid. I've already forgotten so do me a favor and do the same." Being on the receiving end of such a suffocating stare is quite horrifying, even if thrill-inducing – is surely what Takaba's brain cells struggle to orchestrate. Much too early comes the not-quite remark. "I don't think I want to." "Don't make me regret this, I— really wanted to make up for it. Hm… it was the first time we were… talking… like just two people talking, not including the times I asked for help, or you talked me out of my dumps. Just talk. I didn't know what to do at the moment and it came to that." "Are you telling me you didn't mean a word you said?" Takaba seems genuinely surprised at that. Asami finds himself very pleased by the reaction. Shaking his head for emphasis, the blonde answers with honesty. "No. No, I'm not. I meant it. What I said might have been said in the spur of the moment but it wasn't thought in the spur of the moment. The things I said, I had already reflected on them. I meant them." The fire reflected on the shorter man's orbs pleased him immensely – Asami could admit. "Good." "Hm." Taking notice of the waiter gathering everything on the counter with the corner of his eye, Asami lets the last centimeters of his cigarette meet the ground and presses his shiny foot on it. "If that is so, why do you want me to forget?" "Ah, I don't really… it's just embarrassing to talk about it now that I have conscience of it all. It's irritating. I didn't plan on just drop a bomb like that." Smirk. Closing in on them now, the waiter serves them of their meals: Asami of his simple soba dish and Takaba of his gigantic bowl of miso ramen. A bottle of sake at the center of the table and he leaves the guests to their own devices. Asami pokes Takaba with a stick a final time, just to spice the meal a bit more. "Then how had you planned to? At dinner, after you cooked for me dressed in an apron – apron only, nothing else underneath – a few candles to illuminate the dark living-room, perhaps?" "God, you're so annoying." A chuckle from here, a tsk from there and a slurping sound mix homogeneously with the noise of the surrounding crowd as the two of them start filling their stomachs in unhurried fashion. As they finish eating, a good quarter-of-an-hour later, Takaba pays for their food as Asami gulps down the last of his drink. Back on track and wearing a wicked grin, the yakuza lies in wait for directions by the sidewalk. "Where to now?" A brief pause. No turning back once the play-button is pressed; no rewinding allowed. "Your place." A longer pause now. Long enough for Takaba to start letting his thoughts run around wildly; long enough for Asami's inexpressive face to soften. "Well then, shall we walk on foot to there as well?" "We're taking your car, asshole." Takaba revels in Asami's free, warm laugh and joins him on their trip back to the club. Surprisingly enough, he didn't feel nervous anymore. -x- As soon as they are inside, Takaba finds himself trapped between Asami and the door; the doorknob biting at his back, Asami's teeth biting at his lip. He pushes the other off of him with all the strength he can muster and grips his collar with one hand, dragging a very willing and amused Asami to the master bedroom. His show of domination is cut short when he's thrown onto the bed, the pillows denying the bed header of the bump it would create on the back of Takaba's head at the clash. Asami is on top of Takaba the next moment, nipping at the side of his neck, nuzzling into it and absorbing his scent. A gasp as Takaba moves his neck, giving more of himself for the other to do what he wills. While his hands are working fast on the mission of disrobing Asami of all of his clothes as fast as possible, he engages them in what might be one of their most sloppy kisses. Satisfied with having a deliciously naked Asami in sight, Takaba lets himself be freed of his clothes as well; Asami's inhuman undressing skills taking care of it in a heartbeat. A thumb and an indicator are pinching his nipple and before he can hiss, his breath is being ripped from him by Asami's deep kiss. "Ahh… w-wait! Let me, let me ride you…" "As you wish." Asami changes their positions with ease, like playing with LEGO pieces. Takaba finds himself not caring about being man-handled at the moment. His fingertips travel all around Asami's vast expanse of smooth, hard skin. Takaba's lips and tongue follow, leaving open-mouthed kisses everywhere; his Adam's apple, the hollow of his throat, flicking his darkening erect nipple and biting it with no restraint. Asami growls – a sound dipped with arousal and promise of retribution – and grips the other's full erection in a punishing tightness. The younger man explores the body offered to him, hand combing silky hair, lips pressing into the other's inner tight, brushing and breathing, warm puffs of hair on already hot skin. His tongue comes out to play with the distinct vein of Asami's hard-on, teasing it, wetting it only there. He can feel those sun-like eyes piercing into him and he can't help looking back even with the knowledge that it might blind him. Asami's hand comes to toy with his hair, encouraging him to continue, and he does. He licks Asami's cock from base to tip in a broad stroke, tasting him. Takaba swallows the tiny droplets of pre-cum his tongue gathered and licks his lips at the taste. "So lewd. Do you like it that much; my flavor? "Shut up." Without another word, the hazel-eyed man bows down and opens his mouth, his lips hugging the other man's member to the hilt inside his heated cave. He hums at the feel of Asami's penis hitting the walls of his throat and sucks hard from the start, working the tight erection with skillful familiarity. Asami allows Takaba to set the pace, to grab his hips and press them to the bed, restricting his movement and just letting him thrust gently from time to time, in contrast to the hard-working mouth around him, engulfing his length in its entirety and moving up and down along it quickly, as his tongue pleases the underside. Takaba is extremely satisfied with the expression splattered on Asami's face, cradled between his now practically gel-free bangs; his separated lips and the quiet, deep breathing coming from in-between them, together with his relaxed body, contracting only the muscles of his abdomen each time the sensation gets hotter. Said man grins, full-teeth, and while any other guy would look a tad more idiotic or at least un-sexy, Asami only looks better. Even better. So beautiful. One last long suck, teeth grazing as he slides Asami's cock from his mouth; watching it slap back against his tight abdominals as it arcs back perfectly. Takaba doesn't lick the pearls of Asami's fluids and his own spit still lingering on his lips this time around and, on all-fours, climbs back up Asami's body until their faces are on level and leans down, meshing their lips together and pushing into Asami's mouth; tongues licking behind teeth and forcing groans out of the back of the other's throats. Asami bites down. Takaba releases a guttural sound. Saliva meets blood. Asami brushes his tongue against the blonde's lip, from the corner to the middle, like a pencil on canvas, and forces his lips apart again just to meet with a barrier of tightly clenched teeth. Eyes full of anger and desire burning into him, Asami nothing but smiles and drops a soft kiss at Takaba's chin. He handles his own manhood with one hand and with the other grips at Takaba's hip as he guides it to the other's entrance, stilling instead of pressing in. Palms at the larger man's pectorals, Takaba knows what he's expected to do. Lowering his ass, feeling the blunt head of Asami's penis breaching him open, he inhales deeply and knowingly relaxes both his mind and his body. The stretching burns him up even more, his pores are open, he's already glistening with unshed sweat. As he feels the organ inside him pulsing as much as Asami's heart does under his palm, he allows his own grin to surface and mirror Asami's. That's the signal and they start moving simultaneously, pressing into each other. Pressing in more. Taking in deeper. Thrusting up faster. Thrusting down harder. His nails leaving crescent markings into firm, long legs while his nails scratch white rivers into ribs and broad shoulders. The air feels heavy with hard breathing, lust-filled stares and unrestrained moans. Takaba grips Asami's wrist, probably with force enough to bruise, and leads the slightly larger hand to his cock. Asami starts fisting his full erection, stroking him hard. "Nnn, yeah…" "What is it that you desire? Tell me." Trading his hand for his elbow, to support himself lower, Takaba brings them nose-touching, mingling his breath with Asami's. "K-kiss. Kiss me." He says so in a wanton moan. The passion in it makes it sound like an order and there's a spiteful note saying 'if you don't I'll fucking maim you' between the lines. Asami does. He kisses Takaba thoroughly, leaving the other panting and trembling. A particularly forceful thrust and he moans loudly, in spite of himself. The sound seems to have a strong effect on Takaba, as his insides tighten, clamping down painfully on Asami. "So— naa, deep… aahh!" "More?" "Asa…mi…" Their actions speed up mindlessly. Asami pushes himself up, crossing his legs and hugging the lean, toned body to his. "Gh— aahh… I-I'm…" Takaba manages to rasp out as he drowns himself on the wetness running down Asami's neck. He licks whatever he reaches and he's answered with a whisper near his ear lobe that triggers the outcome of the heated encounter. "Come." The two bodies tense and tremble silently at being finally allowed release. The tingling pleasure lingering as they go limp and fall asleep comfortably that way; all tangled and naked and filthy from sex. -x- Asami wakes up alone. The back of his hand on the way to cover his eyes as a disappointed sigh of air leaves him feeling empty on the inside. That is, until his ears catch the sound of a loud curse, followed by a train of more loud curses coming from the direction of the kitchen. Bang. The door of the cabinet would have cried out if it wasn't mute. "There's nothing to eat in this fucking house, are you shitting me?!" Getting up, Asami's laugh rumbles in the back of his throat (and he pushes back the reason why his mood changed so fast) as he makes his naked way to meet the starving stray cat trashing his kitchen to the ground, with the intention of feeding him some milk. (*) Takes place in the morning that follows the events of Loveprize 1 - Volume 3.

Here is some links for some of the Totally Capivated dj's. I hope everyone enjoys them! There is another and I may upload it later, If someone doesn't beat me to it. Totally Spying on Them Updated link How to Live With A Beast Updated link For download re-upload requests, post here so the staff notices them. Note: Please only ask for re-upload if none of the download links work after checking ALL the pages of the thread. Thanks! YO Staff

Manga ALT. names: Prisoner I / Prisoner-プリズナー- Original run: 2001 Description: A hardcore yaoi story about relationship between a prisoner and two thieves. Manga-type: Manga Written by: Kaen Drawn by: Kaen Published by: Kousai Syobo Group(s) Scanlating: Nakama Status: Complete Genres: Adult, Drama, Smut, Yaoi Categories: Drama, Bdsm, Rape, Master-Slave Recommendations: Love > Rush, Ochiru Seija no Seppun Read Prisoner (Kaen) Online Prisoner Download Prisoner Manga Link Mirror Link (MF) For download reupload requests, please post here so the staff notices them. Note: Please only ask for re-upload if none of the download links work after checking ALL the pages of the thread. Thanks! YO Staff

Original name: 17 Guyz Manga ALT. names: セヴンティーン・ガイ / 17 Guyz - The Legend of Crash Generation Original run: 2000 Description: Haruhiko and Kenichi are 17 year old high school delinquents who are inseperable best friends. They've a reputation around Shibuya for being guys you don't want to mess with. Lately, Haruhiko has been fustrated, getting into more fights than usual, insulting women, and ditching Kenichi. Haruhiko can't admit his problem and Kenichi is at a loss for what to do, and soon things spiral out of control. Can their friendship survive? Or will it change forever? This manga is about a couple of 17 year old guys and is set in Tokyo’s Shibuya expensive neighborhood. They have been doing everything together ever since middle school, where they became best friends. But Haruhiko cannot stand female company anymore and begins to insult them at the place they are used to going. No need to tell that they take it pretty badly and tend to get a tiny bit furious. Kenichi tries to calm things down though. The fact is that Haruhiko has something bothering himself and he cannot let Kenichi knowing about that… Manga-type: Manga Written by: Nitta Youka Drawn by: Nitta Youka Published by: Reijin (Take Shobou) Group(s) Scanlating: MegKF Status: Complete Completely Scanlated: Yes Completely Translated: Yes Genres: Drama, Yaoi Categories: Gigolo; School Life; Hidden Feelings Main Characters: Haruhiko and Kenichi Recommendations: Sunao ja nai Kedo, Abarenbou Kareshi Read 17 Guyz Online Read 17 Guyz Download 17 Guyz Manga Download Download link for non-members For download re-upload requests, post here so the staff notices them. Note: Please only ask for re-upload if none of the download links work after checking ALL the pages of the thread. Thanks! YO Staff

Just a Survey: Which part of your Body do you think is SEXY? And why do you say so? I'll Start: - I think its my CHEST..lol..coz most of my friends say i am sexy whenever i'm wearing a body fit shirt, idk if they r just joking aroud or something but for me i think it is really my CHEST..lol

this is a video of Yoshikazu Yasuhiko (in his studio) drawing char with only a pencil NOT EVEN USING AN ERASER Yoshikazu Yasuhiko is an animator and later become a cartoonist. Some of his most notable works as character designer and director are "Reideen the Brave", "Con-battler V" and "Mobile Suit Gundam". ... if you really want to spend 8 minutes of your time watching this credits to: Tokyo Otaku Mode reference mangaupdates ........................................... i edited the title cause you guys may share your own F A V O R I T E art videos -please do so-

@Aoi Well...more like Akira is just the bad guy... Who want to have his revenge,because of Sano. XD @Matti LOL I won't,I promise XDDDD

congratlation boys ^^

Ladidadida~ This is my 4000th post!

My lips. But, I do have a thing for lips too... Else I really don't know.

zebra sex.... xD C - cumming

Cloudy know about Saga lol

Today lunch Nasi Briyani

Zebra ?? when did Zebras begam gays ? A....Anal

X---- xtreme bed play? ahaha! XD

LOL You didn't! ^^ I've been only able to get on for a couple minutes at a time, so I'm sorry >

hahaha! well..i chose this sig because it reminds me of myself and a good friend, whenever my friend runs away from something or someone, i usually run after her saying 'Dont leave me!' XDDDDD

W for Wax (hot wax's good in sadistic play~~)

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hi and welcome Jamie its good to have you here Have fun ^_^

Welcome to YO Hope you enjoy your stay here with us (:

Lol Jamie, yeah i'm married... And husband is really not jealous...he just think i like watching weird stuff XD Altough i believe he is, sometimes much apreciated for me watching Yaoi, since there's a lot of new stuff you manage to learn right?!

hi hi Jamie welcome

haha welcome jamieee!! i'm a girl, but don't worry, there is other boys here and they're all very nice! so, don't worry, you'll have the boys club to join. hehe

“Scuse me Shou...Ya mind i go in... Mimori-chan called me here?!” “Hum... Toshiro right?! Sure c’min... And who’s Shou?!” “Huh?!Oh Sorry, sorry man... Boss calls ya that... So i thought ya wouldn’t mind...” “He started to change my name without my permission... I mean, he really does that shit a lot right?!” “Eheheh, hey donn’take him the wrong way ya know, Boss just trying to be nice an’all...” “Humph...like what i think matters, right?! Whatever...” “Well as far as i know it does man... I mean, what i’m tryin’to say is ya matter for him... For some reason, i donn’know, but ya matter, and ya kinda important and shit... FUCK!!! Donn’say i told ya stuff ok, he’ll be pissed and my face would take a week t’a heal...” “Sure, no problem... i don’even know what the fuck am i supposed to talk with him... I get nervous every time that guy’s around...” “Look man, i know some wacked shit happened, but give him a chance ok... He’s like...tryin’hard ya know... Boss’s not like the most touchy-feely guy but, he changed shit about himself cause of you...And i think that’s really great...” “Say... What does that guy likes to talk about?!” “Well... to me he talks about a bit of work, and girls and who’s the best Sumo wrestler an’shit...” “Well... i don’t really know anything about his work or women or Sumo... Guess we’ll be on mute mode again...” “Well...ya can talk about y’arself... bet Boss wants t’a know more of’ya i bet...” “Shit that would be a boring talk...” “Just try man...got nothin’ta lose right?!” Does words echoed on Shouji’s head... Not only the guy was doing an awesome job cutting his hair, he also managed to give some pointers on how to deal with a dinner where he would feel completely out of place. When Toshiro left the room, the kid went around that huge closet of clothes looking for something he could wear without looking like the usual crap. He picked up a grey sweater, some weird pants he never, ever, would have bought, but that fit him surprisingly good and some shoes that matched the sweater. He looked like those normal people he used to see on the streets, day after day... For once in his life he truly looked decent... You can even say he looked good... “Will he think the same...?!” The thought made Shouji temperature rise, face get all red... Thinking if that would pleased the guy that raped him was weird, not to mention totally masochistic... The kid gave three good breaths and stepped outside the room... The whole thing was still overwhelming but somehow, he thought about giving it a shot. He started to ear Kai’s loud voice from across the room and, like in a trance, followed that sound that already felt too familiar. As soon as he got to the room, he spotted Kai, hand on his forehead looking like he was thinking hard about something, and Toshiro looking like he was comforting his Boss about something... “Hum...should i wait up until ya guys are finished?!” “Hey Shou...no, no man c’min... I was just talking to Boss about somethin’ but i already made him understand THAT somethin’...right Boss?!” “Get the fuck out ‘Shiro... You made your point, i’ll... i’ll... you know what i mean, now piss off...” “Hey Boss don’t forget that... The thing i told ya about...” Toshiro was making strange glances towards Shouji and he just thought something really strange was going on there... “Oh...right.... Hum... Hey... Shou...hum...you look....really....good...on...those...clothes... and the hair...looks nice too...” The most petrifying silence was made, Kai stood looking at Shouji like he said something of the most importance and Shouji couldn’t help but break on laughing like crazy... “Waahahhahahha.... What th’a fuck was that all about, have ya gone nuts...?!” Kai returned to the position he was early when he entered the room... Scratching his forehead, and looking really serious... That made Shouji stop laughing and stare at Kai... “Hum... I’m trying to be nice here you know... So give me a break if i suck at this...” “Oh...i mean...Ya don’t suck, i was just...surprised....” They both looked at each other at the same time, and once Kai saw Shouji’s blushing face he started to walk twice as fast... This would certainly be a fucking weird dinner! -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hurray.... managed to pull out two chapters out of my head so i'm happy Hope you all like it... Thank you so much for reading :***

Well... Finally managed to write something... See if i start completing this story Here it is, part 16... Enjoy -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Moving around was still tough... Shouji wasn’t still quite confident going with that guy was a very good idea, especially after hearing what came out of that guy’s mouth... It was somewhat hard to understand why that guy still kept that fellow alive. The guy shot his own father, almost got Kai to be blamed for the whole thing, acted like a fucking maniac, but was still allowed to live... The fellow was worse than the most poisonous snake. What the hell, Shouji only thought that, all this coming from a yakuza family, almost looked like everyone lost his fucking mind... In the middle of coming with the whole shit, Shouji questioned Kai why the hell was that guy still hanging around... Kai’s explanation was simple but not conclusive... “Keep your friends close, but keep your enemy’s even closer....” Followed by a pained smile, that was not what Shouji was expecting to ear... The kid understood at least a few pointers. No fooling around that guy’s place, report anything weird going on, don’t tell anything to outsiders and listen to everything Mimori-san and Toshiro would tell him, mostly he only had to behave... That was all Kai asked from Shouji. If he wanted to be there, he would have to follow those orders... It’s not like it was hard to do those things... However what weighted on Shouji’s chest was the fact that he would be around Kai. That was an undeniable fact, to make matters worse, stuff between those two were so fucking weird both of them couldn’t even be close to each other without looking like a couple of fools with too much shit going on but not being able to fix them some way or another... Toshiro was looking at the rear view mirror and watching those two completely silent, each one of them looking at the window of the opposite side, without really seeing anything and Toshiro could even bet their thoughts would linked somehow... Shouji was once again at that awful place! That gigantic complex didn’t brought him the best memories but he was willing to give the guy a chance to redeem himself. “Hum, well... i’m gonna call Mimori-chan... You wait here...And don’t go hanging around...Ya got it?!” “No need to call for me Kai-sama... However it seems your bad habits are returning and my patience is at its limit!” “Hum...sorry, i.... I’ll be in the office. Tell the kid where he’ll be staying and...then show him what he needs to do and stuff... Oh but wait...The kid can’t work yet, ok?! He’ll be resting for a few more days, kay?” “Kay?! Yes, Kai-sama... Understood. I shall do as you say.” Shouji was watching that scene and thinking, Kai had it tough... The old woman, had a very, very short leach on the Boss and that made Shouji think it was so funny big, strong, bad ass Kai would act like a puppy every time the old hag was around. But that was the pact right?! He had to behave properly, and Shouji would be protected there... He was appreciated to Kai... The reason he was going this far for him... well that, he still didn’t quite understood. “Please do follow me... Kai-sama requested for you to have a room, i arranged for it to be ready for you to use as soon as you arrive... But first of all... There are a few things i wish to speak with you... Do you mind?” “Ah no...no...” “Very well... For some reason i don’t quite understand, the young master is somehow attached to you, whatever happened between you two before, i don’t know, and i don’t wish to know... However, that boy had a really tiring life, and he’s still having a bad life since his business it’s not an easy path to follow, however if in any way, you hurt the confidence he placed on you, i shall never forgive and i will destroy you! I will never watch the young master be betrayed like he was by that snake...” “By snake ya mean, his brother, funny...i thought about him bein’a poisonous snake as well!” “That man is no brother of his, i do not see him as a member of this honourable family... He is a weed, which should have been plucked out long ago, but still lingers...” “Well ya see i totally agree with’ya on that... that guy let his murderer brother hang around his house after he blow his father up?! I thought that shit was weird too, ya know...” “.................” “Wha’....?!” “Goodness gracious... I’ll make sure i’ll teach how to speak properly or else i’m going to go insane...” “Shit NO WAY!! I don’need that...” “We’ll see about that... As for what we were talking about before, the young master had reasons to allow that person to keep living... It was not his choice. I’m fully aware that monster should have been killed in the worst way possible, but master decided not to... I’ll place my faith in him, as i did with his father.” “Shit Mimori-san ya truly a yakuza woman..talkin’about killin’and shit like it’s easy...” “I do not believe it’s easy, only a necessary action.” “Damn....that chilled me to the bones...ya look like a granny, and yet ya talk like a yakuza too...” “Well... I work in a Yakuza home after all... I’ve seen things, terrible enough to think everything is quite normal now. But going back to our conversation... do not harm the master, do not act wrongly towards him, he’ll be your friend as long as you do not do anything to hurt him. Are we clear on this?” “What if he does bad shit to me, am i allowed to complain...?! Cause i was not the one who did the wrong shit to him, he was the one who did those things to me... I’m here only cause i have no other place to go... i know i’m an insect to him, one he can squish anytime he wants to...but, i’m willin’ta give him a chance...he better not hurt me again too...” “If you keep your word to protect him...i shall not allow him to hurt you. That i can guarantee”! “Well yeah i could see that... he was all scared an’shit to what you would do ehehhe....” “Master Kai is not afraid of me... He will only respect the deal we made with each other, his honour will not allow him to act otherwise... Thank god, he actually acted accordingly to his position. Acting like a rude brat was hurting his image.” “His image...He’s a fucking yakuza Boss...he’s supposed to be tough right?” “Young boy... He’s not only a yakuza... In the surface he is also the great heir of the Akio enterprises. Being a yakuza is a part of who he is, however that’s not his only occupation... Do you understand?” “Shit...i didn’t know...” “Well, usually you know him as the president Akio, being a yakuza it’s not something we let others know like it is nothing... You have met him as a yakuza Boss, but you are an exception to the rule... So be sure to keep silent about this, did i make myself clear?” “Fuck...i got ya...” “.........................Dear lord, i’ll be having bad and long time until i can teach you some manners...” After going around that huge house again, Mimori-san stooped in front of some slide-doors, where a typically Japanese room appeared, looking completely filled with clothes, shoes, a bookshelf filled with books which Shouji was wondering why the hell was that thing there if he didn’t even liked to read... If it was a good shounen manga it was alright other than that, reading made his eyes weep... “Say... Is this all fo’me?” “This was put together according to Kai-sama requests. If you don’t like anything just tell him so.” “Hey no, no...i’m just saying it’s too much... I just need a place where i can lay a futon and sleep... This is just really too much f’o me...” “Well, then be sure to show Kai-sama your appreciation... He’ll be glad if you do... Oh and before i forget, you’ll be joining him at dinner. Make sure you look presentable.” “What th’a fuck does that mean?!” “Humph... Take a bath, comb that crazy hair of yours and dress properly. You got all this at your disposal, so just use it. What do you think... This was all just for show? And by the why, how about a hair cut? Toshiro will manage to cut it for you if you wouldn’t mind?” “Y’a mean that crazy bodyguard...? Y’a think it’s safe?” “You fool, Toshiro is Kai-sama trusted man, he even lets him take care of his own hair when necessary, so don’t worry about those crazy ideas of yours. I’ll call him as soon as you are done with your bath.” “Ok...” The old lady, might be in an advanced age but she surely managed to keep those guys in order. Shouji took off the tracksuit he was wearing, one he borrowed from Kai, big all over, since Kai was so much taller than him, but somehow the feeling of comfort those pieces of clothing gave him, were managing to make him restless. Kai’s smell were all over them, that was the main reason for his silence thru all the way from the clinic to the house. How could he face the guy that hurt him, but that even so, he managed to have so many complex feelings about? For now Shouji just limited himself to go with the flow every time Kai was mentioned but he had to face things seriously from now on. The old lady had warned him...be good to the Boss or he would be dead meat. But what exactly did she meant by being nice to the Boss?! Was he supposed to engross in those things again... Like, having sex with Kai again...?! The thought not only scared Shouji but also sent an electric shock thru his body. He couldn’t figure out what was stronger, the fear, or the unknown feeling he couldn’t name yet.

-claps hands- great job dear, couldn't expect less from you! -smiles- awesome!

Ahaha Shiro looks like an interesting person,I love you. XD

lately i'm interested in her (lily hoshino)...just a few days ago finished the mawaru penguindrum and now trying to find the manga...her drawing gives a strange feeling....i like it

I think my eyes, since my eyes are big and i have big black/brown Irises, though i don't like my eyes T__T but people are complimenting me for my eyes -sits in corner-

Every one... I hope what you wish will come true on 2012... Also, try to enjoy each day of your life and try not to make any regret... Happy New Year! I already post this picture at mix picture but also post here too... ^^;;;

A very happy and healthy New Year to all - Lots of love and happiness in 2012!

Amazing work SAGA!

Thank you very much *hug*

This movie is awesome, a bit sad at the end. Anyway thanks for sharing this wonderful movie

More of the same I haven't read them all cos it's not really my thing... (all on 4shared since I'm lazy and don't want to re-upload) I'm Quitting This Job I'm Still Quitting This Job Foreign Toy Important Facts, Important Things, Important Person Kill The Bear Someday 01 Kill The Bear Someday 02 Prowler Shallow Dream Since The Day We Met My Beast Crime Scene Investigation Family Game Happy Guys I Cannot Speak English Kishiwada and Goryou - Animal Hospital Kishiwada and Groyou - Seen With Glasses Love Body Delivery That should keep you busy XD

MANY THANKS YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU!! :leaf6::msn_red_fox 2

I'm totally in to ukes. I think their beautiful. They take my breath away. I'm a die-hard seme, forever!