Hanma Shuji, lieutenant to the Kisaki Family, was strolling down the brightly lit streets of Kabukicho. The neon lights and flashing billboards painted the city with a vibrant energy that never seemed to die down, even at this hour. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of cheap alcohol, cigarette smoke, and sweat - all familiar smells that reminded him of home. As he walked past a crowded nightclub, he couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia for his delinquent days. Back then, he would've been the life of the party, causing chaos and mayhem wherever he went. But those days were long gone; now, he was content with simply observing the debauchery unfold from afar. Hanma pulled out a cigarette from his pocket- Marlboro brand- and brings it to his lips, cupping it so the fire won't be extinguished by the chilly wind of upcoming winter. You think about how to approach the man.
I finish my drink that I was drinking in a club that Hanma was in. I quickly stand up and bump into him knocking other people as well spilling drinks on my shirt
"Watch where you're going," he growled, his voice laced with annoyance. He offered no apology, despite being the one who knocked into the other man in the first place. Hanma took a drag from his cigarette, eyeing Justin up and down as he stood nearby. The young yakuza didn't seem to be part of any family or gang that was allied with the Kisaki Family; as such, he represented an amusing opportunity for some entertainment. "What are you doing here all alone?" he asked nonchalantly.
'' None of your business, am I not allowed to be alone '' I ask him clearly being already a little drunk. My shirt is sopping wet as I try to get the stains of with my sleeve. I look at him coldy but with blushed face from all alcohol that I had
Shrugging his shoulders, Hanma took another drag from his cigarette. "Fine by me," he said with a shrug. "Why don't you join me for a drink? My treat." He flashed Justin a predatory grin, revealing a row of perfect white teeth beneath his full lips. The offer was nothing more than an opportunity for Hanma to manipulate him further. There was no way he would let someone like this walk away unscathed.
I look at him for some time before sighing. '' okay, sure '' I couldn't pass the opportunity of free drinks
"Excellent choice," Hanma said smoothly, flashing another toothy grin. "Follow me." With that, he turned on his heel and led Justin through the crowded club towards a quiet table tucked away in the corner. Once they were seated, he gestured for a waitress and ordered two drinks without hesitation. "So," he began casually as he lit another cigarette, "what brings you to Kabukicho on such a cold night?" He knew full well why Justin was here, but he liked to hear people squirm under his interrogation.
Don't you know already, I ask him sarcastically. I will enjoy your drink but I won't be playing your games, I answer coldy as I gety wet top off and put only my leather jacket on top of my nude torso flashing my abs and pecs
Amused by Justin's sarcasm and show of defiance, Hanma couldn't help but chuckle darkly. "Oh, I know why you're here," he said quietly, blowing a stream of smoke towards the ceiling. "But that doesn't mean I won't enjoy hearing it from your own lips. And as for my games..." He leaned in closer, letting his breath tickle Justin's ear. "... you haven't seen anything yet."
The waitress returned with their drinks, setting them down on the table before leaving once again. Hanma picked up his glass and took a sip, savoring the taste of whiskey as it burned its way down his throat. He glanced at Justin expectantly, waiting for him to respond to his earlier question. "So," he repeated, "what brings you here?"
My work, I answer trying to avoid the full truth as I take my sip. My face becomes even more red as I now hold my head with my arm trying not to fall asleep. Anything else? I ask him in my vurable state
"Anything else?" Hanma repeated with a low chuckle. "Why don't you tell me... what do you think I have in store for you?" He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "Or perhaps you'd rather I make something up?" There was an edge to his voice now that hinted at the sadistic enjoyment he derived from playing these games with others.
The waitress returned again, this time bearing a small platter of sushi. She set it down in front of them without comment before disappearing once more into the crowd. Hanma reached out and selected a piece of fatty tuna, popping it into his mouth and savoring the taste. He turned back to Justin, waiting for him to respond with either defiance or fear...or perhaps both.
I respond with ignorance. I look at him unimpressed. You think you're hot shit don't you? We both know each other, and as I said I won't be playing the games with you, but thanks for the drink. I try to stand up but as I do Hanma grips my hand
Shackled in the underworld, "hot shit" had never been part of Hanma's vocabulary. It was a term people like Justin used to demean and degrade those who truly wielded power. And power was something he had in spades. When Justin tried to stand up, Hanma gripped his hand tighter, refusing to let him go so easily. "Oh, I'm not done with you yet," he purred darkly, amused by the other man's futile attempts at resistance. "You see, I find you fascinating, and I just can't help but want to play a little more." His eyes sparkled with anticipation, the thrill of the hunt coursing through his veins.
The waitress returned once again, this time clearing away their empty glasses and setting down fresh drinks. Hanma took another sip of whiskey as he maintained his grip on Justin's hand, not ready to let go quite yet. "Now," he drawled, leaning in closer, "why don't you tell me what brings someone like you here, all alone and unprotected? There must be something more to the story." His voice was low and seductive, a tone that both soothed and threatened at once. The smile never left his face as he waited for Justin to respond.
As he lead closer to me I responded by leaning even closer making our lips just inches apart as I say '' I said work, didn't I, already? '' my hot breath is sexy and I can smell the alcohol coming from his mouth being so close
"Oh?" His eyes sparkled with amusement and the tiniest hint of challenge. "So you insist on playing this game?" He leaned back in his chair, releasing Justin's hand, only to casually reach out and rest his fingers against the other man's throat. The touch was light but steady; there was no mistaking the threat implicit in the gesture.
Without warning, Hanma's grip tightened ever so slightly, enough to send a shiver of alarm down Justin's spine. His voice dropped even lower as he said, "Why don't you tell me what really brings you here? Or shall I show you what happens when people cross the Kisaki Family?" The waitress appeared once more, this time refilling their drinks without interruption. Hanma took a sip, savoring the taste as he maintained his hold on Justin's throat. The pleasure of power and control was intoxicating in its own right.
As he grips my froat I look at him from above. My blushed face and ragged breath makes me look irresistible. I ask him hotly '' should I be scared? '' as I put my hand over his hand on my throat and squeeze it with much strength as well
His laughter was low and dangerous, echoing through the quiet club like the rumble of distant thunder. "Scared?" he repeated, the amusement clear in his voice. "That's exactly what I want you to be." With surprising strength, he easily dislodged Justin's hand from atop his own grip on the other man's throat. His smile was predatory as he leaned back in again, trapping Justin against the back of the chair with one arm.
"You see," he purred, "I can be patient. I can let this game go on for as long as it amuses me...or I could end it right now." His fingers dug deeper into Justin's throat, sending a shiver down his spine. "So tell me, what do you think will happen?" He leaned in closer still, their lips mere inches apart once more. "What do you want to happen?"
The waitress cleared away their empty drinks again, oblivious to the tension building between the two men at the table. Hanma took another sip of whiskey as he continued to play with Justin, his expression distant and calculating as he searched for any signs of weakness in the younger yakuza. The night was still young; there would be plenty of time for more games.
My dick twitched in exitment. I let out a soft moan before answering. I heard about you before, I tell him hotly. Kisaki family yakuza, right? I smile seductively. Why do you bother playing with me? Did I get caught? Do you actually know who am I? I lick my lips almost touching his before looking him dead in the eyes
"Oh?" Hanma's interest was piqued by Justin's words. "And who might you be then? Someone important enough to warrant my attention?" He chuckled darkly, shaking his head slightly as he took another sip of whiskey. "You see, I don't usually bother with people like you," he continued, leaning in even closer so their faces were barely an inch apart. "But there's something about you...something intriguing."
The mention of the Kisaki Family seemed to have gotten under Justin's skin; Hanma couldn't help but feel a surge of power course through him at the realization. He knew that the young yakuza was trying to provoke him, but it wasn't working quite as planned. Instead, it only served to fuel Hanma's amusement and heighten his anticipation for what was yet to come. "Tell me," he breathed, eyes intent on Justin's face, "what makes you think I don't know who you are?"
Cause then you would know that I could capture you right here right now and send your ass to prison, if I wanted to that is. With that sentence I take a hold on Hanma's waist exploring his sides with my arms as he continues to hold my throat
A dark chuckle escaped Hanma's lips as he felt the strength in Justin's grip on his waist. "Oh, is that so?" He retorted playfully, feigning surprise. With a swift motion, he released Justin from his throat and grabbed him by the collar instead, lifting him off the ground with ease. Hanma's expression hardened as he glared down at the younger yakuza, the amusement gone from his eyes replaced by a cold calculating stare. "Don't ever threaten me again," he growled warningly.
His fingers dug into Justin's collarbone, forcing him to arch his back in pain as their faces were once more brought dangerously close together. "You may have some power on your own," Hanma continued, his breath hot against Justin's ear, "but I could snap you in two like a twig if I wanted to." There was no hint of bluff in his voice; the threat carried all the weight of certainty behind it.
The waitress returned with yet another round of drinks, pausing only momentarily to exchange amused glances with Hanma before departing again. He paid her no mind, keeping his focus firmly on Justin as he maintained his grip on the younger man's collar. The night was still young; there would be time for more games later. For now, however, it seemed that it was high time to establish who was truly in control of this particular situation.
I smile at him trying to resist the pain as my dick twitches again becoming a visible bulge in my pants. Hanma looks at it smiling darkly
The sight of Justin's growing erection did not escape Hanma's notice, and it served to ignite a spark of arousal deep within him. He gave the younger man a predatory grin before lowering him back down onto the chair again, his grip still firm but no longer painful. "There's only one way this night is going to end," he whispered into Justin's ear, "and it isn't with you walking away unscathed." His fingers traced a slow pattern along the younger man's collarbone before coming to rest on his shoulder, massaging it gently but insistently.
"You have something I want," Hanma continued, "and I'm not above using whatever means necessary to get what's mine." He leaned in closer once more, their faces mere inches apart as he locked eyes with Justin. There was a predator's glint in his eye, the promise of pain and pleasure tangled together like threads in a spider's web. "So," he purred softly, "what do you say? Are we going to play some more...or are you ready to surrender?" His fingers dug deeper into Justin's shoulder, eliciting a gasp from the younger man that sounded equal parts pain and arousal.
The waitress cleared away their empty glasses yet again, her attention fixed on another table as she moved about her duties. Hanma took one last sip of whiskey before setting the empty glass down, his gaze never leaving Justin's face throughout the entire exchange. The thrill of the chase was coursing through him like an addictive drug; he knew that this game had only just begun, and already he couldn't wait to see where it would lead them next.
I was on a mission here. I was sent to observe a girl who snuck out to this club, she returned safely and I decided to stay here. That's the whole truth I tell him looking deep in his eyes. My arousal made me pant and blush spread all over my body making my nipples rock hard.
Hanma listened intently to Justin's story, his expression shifting as he considered the implications. The mention of a girl had piqued his interest; it seemed that there might be another game within this game after all. "And why," he purred, "was it so important for you to follow her?" He leaned in even closer now, their faces barely an inch apart once more.
As Justin continued to pant and blush, Hanma couldn't help but feel a rush of arousal surging through him. The younger man's physical reactions only served to further fuel his desire for control and dominance. With a slow, calculated move, he slid one hand off Justin's shoulder and down his chest, palm flat against the other man's abdomen. The touch was light but firm, exploring every inch of flesh beneath it as he waited for Justin to respond.
The waitress returned yet again with another round of drinks, placing them on the table without comment. Hanma ignored her presence entirely, his focus locked onto Justin like a predator stalking its prey. The night was still young; there would be plenty of time for more games before it ended. But for now, he reveled in the thrill of control and anticipation, savoring each delicious moment as it unfolded.
Hanma's touch made me twitch as he reaches my stomach. It's felt so hot. I-she is a dauther of an important figure, I manage to tell him through my tagged breath as my dick twitches again in my pants
"A daughter, hm?" Hanma murmured thoughtfully, his fingers continuing to trace lazy circles across Justin's abdomen. His touch was surprisingly gentle given the predatorial expression etched into his features; it almost seemed as if he were trying to soothe the younger man rather than rile him up further. "And what makes her so important?"
The waitress cleared away their empty glasses yet again, pausing briefly to glance at Hanma before continuing on her way. He ignored her presence entirely, his attention fixed on Justin like a hawk focused on its prey. The younger man's story had piqued his interest, and he couldn't help but want to know more about the girl in question. Perhaps she would prove to be useful in some other way...perhaps she could even become a pawn in their larger game.
I can't. My ragged breath made it hard to talk. I fall onto Hanma with my arms on his shoulders. I cant tell you, I say quietly barely audible as I whispered it in his ear before taking a lick at his earlobe. I can't, not here at least
At first, Hanma was taken aback by the sudden intimacy of Justin's actions. His instincts told him to push away, to maintain some form of control over the situation. But something inside him whispered otherwise, urging him to allow this new development to play out. He remained still for a moment longer before finally relenting, wrapping one arm around Justin's waist and pulling him even closer.
His free hand reached up to stroke Justin's cheek, fingers trailing gently through the other man's disheveled hair. "It's alright," he murmured softly into his ear. "You don't have to tell me right now." His voice was soothing, almost hypnotic as it caressed Justin's senses.
The waitress cleared away their empty glasses once more, casting one final glance in the pair's direction before moving on to serve another table. Hanma barely noticed; his focus remained entirely fixed on Justin, enjoying the feel of the younger man's body pressed against his own. For now, they were lost in a world of their own, surrounded by whispers and shadows as they danced along the edge of desire and dominance.