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That red glow around him could only mean one thing. Logan’s aura was delightfully lustful tonight. Logan himself was delightfully drunk tonight – and where was Sho to quell this hunger? Who cares!

This particular red was a red Eiji had never seen on a person. It was like rolling clouds with flickers of lightning where the red would glow brighter for just a moment.

Eiji bet anything Logan had a raging hard-on hidden behind that bar, and he wanted in – because tonight, who was there to deny him?

“Hey there, Logan.” Eiji greeted, leaning on the bar and winking at him, “Where’s your squeeze?”

“Bathroom.” Logan grunted, “What do you want?”

Eiji giggled. Plenty of things. Namely, your boyfriend to see us fucking.

Instead, he smiled sweetly, which in Eiji’s own way was still a smirk, “Why do I have to want something to talk to you?” He pouted, “I’m not so awful.”

Logan shook his head, holding a beer up and shaking it at Eiji, “No, you always want something awful.”

And he reeked of scotch. That beer was a garnish, and Eiji was certain it was not the first he’d had. Brilliant. All the more pliable.

Eiji slipped a hand on Logan’s hip and pulled himself close – close enough for his own hips to brush Logan’s, but far enough so that he didn’t have to inhale that drunken aroma.

There was no beating around Logan – Eiji had to whip it out and get on with it. Logan wouldn’t let Eiji close enough to spread the butter.

“I think we should go out back.”

Logan’s eyelids fluttered and he hesitated, “Why?”

Eiji looked up at him, dancing his fingers across Logan’s raging hard-on (I knew it!) and watching Logan’s head roll back.

Eiji took his hand before Logan decided to snap his head back up and realised exactly what was going on. He pulled him back around the bar and through the ice-room, into the back-alley. The club had been quiet all night and the streets were quieter. Without delay, he pushed a stumbling Logan into the wall and dropped to his knees.

Logan looked down at Eiji, who pulled the belt tongue from the buckle quicker than Logan could even anticipate. He shook his head, resting it against the wall behind him.

“Don’t make me do this, Eiji.” He breathed, “I don’t like you. I love Sho. I promised Sho…”

Eiji knew exactly what Logan had promised Sho. He’d had that dream this morning, and as soon as he saw Logan and his lusting little aura, he knew what tonight was capable of. Eiji had learned that every so often (once or twice a year), Logan would change and become wanton. Suddenly, and by an immeasurable amount. Eiji knew that look in his eyes better than anyone. Those eyes wanted anyone they could rest their cock in. Logan still tried to keep appearances, though his sexy-time instincts would surface every hour or so, in-between his blushing and scolding Sho for telling everyone exactly what they’d done that morning before getting up. Still – Logan confided in Sho and was hidden away from everyone and everything, it seemed Sho had tamed this lust and had kept Logan’s dick in his pants, save for his own personal use.

However, and this was the good part – Sho would get tired and Logan would become desperate.

This was 90% of what Eiji needed to shatter the bonds of Logan and Sho. The remaining 10% was his own willingness to destroy two lives in sake of his pride. Easy!

Eiji unbuttoned Logan’s jeans, finding Logan’s cock and running a finger across the head. Eiji didn’t care to count the metal studs on Logan’s dick, but it was certainly a shock. The man had always seemed so prude. But, Eiji supposed, he was in a back alley with the man and about to start on his cock like a lollypop. Logan was far from running away from the situation, his hands had already found Eiji’s hair and were twirling it and pulling gently. Eiji ran his hands down the length – barely brushing the skin.

He could feel Logan’s groan (which by Eiji’s standards was a very, very loud groan – and Eiji knew loud). He took this as a hint and flicked his tongue where his finger had been. Despite many years with his mouth around a cock, this was the first time Eiji had tasted metal. He suddenly wanted Logan. If the man had twelve (Was the top piercing one or two?) …Thirteen piercings on his cock, imagine what else was blanketed underneath his prudish exterior.

Eiji had a small mouth – there was no doubt Logan’s well-bred man-bits would not fit in there. The piercings up the underside of Logan’s erection made his job all the more difficult - And Eiji had always picked Logan to be a small kind of man.

Logan’s hips bucked at Eiji as a tongue worked it’s way back up the shaft. There was a groan as Eiji’s mouth enveloped what it could, sucking and nipping gently.

“Fuck…” Logan pushed himself back into the wall, “Stop. Stop.” He shook his head in a flurry of conscience and tried to push Eiji away.

Eiji let his head fall to the side, “Why?” he smirked, “Don’t like it?” He teased, grasping the bottom of Logan’s shirt.

Eiji couldn’t remember if he’d said something else that warranted Logan’s next action. Truth be told, he didn’t try to remember for some time after Logan’s knee slammed against the side of his face.

Eiji could feel his lip catch on his fangs. Logan’s knee had hit him stupidly hard, straight into the side of his mouth. He swallowed his own blood before spitting it out and realising he’d been kneed in the fucking face.

Logan had whipped his pants back up around his hips and was studying Eiji on the ground. Both of them met the gaze of the other. Both confused. One on the ground, his hand to his mouth. The other growled.

“I said stop!” Logan told Eiji, standing over him and fastening his belt.

Eiji croaked, slamming his fist on the concrete, “You fucking cunt!” he scrambled to his feet, mumbling and wiping blood from his hands and face, “Motherfucking psycho.”

Logan ran into him, grabbing his shoulders and slamming his back into the wall. Eiji’s head made a sickening crack as it collided with the bricks. The boy yelped, but managed to throw a fist and Logan’s face. Logan barely flinched. Eiji shook his head, closing his eyes and screaming.

“Get the fuck off me! I didn’t do anything!” He hissed, leaning back into the wall and cringing, bringing one of his legs up as the pain from his head made itself known, “Do you beat Sho up every time he sucks your dick?” he added bitterly.

Logan dug his nails into Eiji’s neck, growling, “Shut the fuck up, you worthless, conniving little brat. I love Sho.”

“Fuck off you do,” Eiji spat, drooling blood and squirming against Logan’s hold, “You said stop but you didn’t even start to say no.” He smirked, “Don’t make me do this, Eiji.” He worked Logan’s feeble resistance into the wound, each word buttered in mockery.

“You don’t know shit about me, you don’t understand!”

“Why should I have to? Huh? You took everything from me! You fucking tore me from my spot and jumped in as soon as I was out.”

Logan threw him to the ground. In a sick state of mind, he relished at how Eiji’s tiny body looked dead for a moment. It went straight back to screaming, however.

“Fuck you!” He said, stumbling back and leaning against the wall opposite to Logan. He shuffled through his jacket. That fucker!

“Stay the fuck away from us!” Logan demanded, “I’ll kill you. I’ll fucking tear your heart out if you even speak to me again. Sho is mine now.” Logan would make sure Eiji heard and remembered that. “MINE!”

Eiji found what he was looking for and held his gun pointed at Logan’s head, “No!” He screamed, stamping his foot and shaking his head.

Logan shook his head, “You won’t shoot me. Think about it – Shoot me and you have no chance with Sho.”

“I don’t want a chance with Sho!” Eiji bit his lip, “But you… you don’t deserve the fucking dirt on his boots. You say you love him and then you’ll run off to dark alleyways with me without a second thought. You’re a fucking liar!”

Eiji was a liar too, but Sho didn’t deserve him either. Eiji had suddenly turned the events of tonight into a test for Logan. Was that how it’d started out? He didn’t think so, but it worked for the argument.

“You don’t understand, Eiji. There’s something a hell of a lot more complicated surrounding this.”

And Eiji shot him just above his right eyebrow. Logan fell back onto the ground and lay there. Eiji was shaking. Fuck. Fuck.

Before Eiji could comprehend, Logan was back to his feet and holding the boy by the neck again.

“Something far, far more complicated.” Logan sneered. He pushed Eiji back into the wall. The boy was a bloody mess - slumped and swaying, his eyes wide with shock and fear, “You don’t have a dreaming chance against me.”

Logan turned and began to walk back inside, “Don’t you dare tell Sho about this or I will kill you without a second thought – you’re a worthless, selfish little slut. You don’t deserve any happiness. Stay away from me – and stay the hell away from my man.”

~

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That red glow around him could only mean one thing. Logan’s aura was delightfully lustful tonight. Logan himself was delightfully drunk tonight – and where was Sho to quell this hunger? Who cares!

This particular red was a red Eiji had never seen on a person. It was like rolling clouds with flickers of lightning where the red would glow brighter for just a moment.

Eiji bet anything Logan had a raging hard-on hidden behind that bar, and he wanted in – because tonight, who was there to deny him?

“Hey there, Logan.” Eiji greeted, leaning on the bar and winking at him, “Where’s your squeeze?”

“Bathroom.” Logan grunted, “What do you want?”

Eiji giggled. Plenty of things. Namely, your boyfriend to see us fucking.

Instead, he smiled sweetly, which in Eiji’s own way was still a smirk, “Why do I have to want something to talk to you?” He pouted, “I’m not so awful.”

Logan shook his head, holding a beer up and shaking it at Eiji, “No, you always want something awful.”

And he reeked of scotch. That beer was a garnish, and Eiji was certain it was not the first he’d had. Brilliant. All the more pliable.

Eiji slipped a hand on Logan’s hip and pulled himself close – close enough for his own hips to brush Logan’s, but far enough so that he didn’t have to inhale that drunken aroma.

There was no beating around Logan – Eiji had to whip it out and get on with it. Logan wouldn’t let Eiji close enough to spread the butter.

“I think we should go out back.”

Logan’s eyelids fluttered and he hesitated, “Why?”

Eiji looked up at him, dancing his fingers across Logan’s raging hard-on (I knew it!) and watching Logan’s head roll back.

Eiji took his hand before Logan decided to snap his head back up and realised exactly what was going on. He pulled him back around the bar and through the ice-room, into the back-alley. The club had been quiet all night and the streets were quieter. Without delay, he pushed a stumbling Logan into the wall and dropped to his knees.

Logan looked down at Eiji, who pulled the belt tongue from the buckle quicker than Logan could even anticipate. He shook his head, resting it against the wall behind him.

“Don’t make me do this, Eiji.” He breathed, “I don’t like you. I love Sho. I promised Sho…”

Eiji knew exactly what Logan had promised Sho. He’d had that dream this morning, and as soon as he saw Logan and his lusting little aura, he knew what tonight was capable of. Eiji had learned that every so often (once or twice a year), Logan would change and become wanton. Suddenly, and by an immeasurable amount. Eiji knew that look in his eyes better than anyone. Those eyes wanted anyone they could rest their cock in. Logan still tried to keep appearances, though his sexy-time instincts would surface every hour or so, in-between his blushing and scolding Sho for telling everyone exactly what they’d done that morning before getting up. Still – Logan confided in Sho and was hidden away from everyone and everything, it seemed Sho had tamed this lust and had kept Logan’s dick in his pants, save for his own personal use.

However, and this was the good part – Sho would get tired and Logan would become desperate.

This was 90% of what Eiji needed to shatter the bonds of Logan and Sho. The remaining 10% was his own willingness to destroy two lives in sake of his pride. Easy!

Eiji unbuttoned Logan’s jeans, finding Logan’s cock and running a finger across the head. Eiji didn’t care to count the metal studs on Logan’s dick, but it was certainly a shock. The man had always seemed so prude. But, Eiji supposed, he was in a back alley with the man and about to start on his cock like a lollypop. Logan was far from running away from the situation, his hands had already found Eiji’s hair and were twirling it and pulling gently. Eiji ran his hands down the length – barely brushing the skin.

He could feel Logan’s groan (which by Eiji’s standards was a very, very loud groan – and Eiji knew loud). He took this as a hint and flicked his tongue where his finger had been. Despite many years with his mouth around a cock, this was the first time Eiji had tasted metal. He suddenly wanted Logan. If the man had twelve (Was the top piercing one or two?) …Thirteen piercings on his cock, imagine what else was blanketed underneath his prudish exterior.

Eiji had a small mouth – there was no doubt Logan’s well-bred man-bits would not fit in there. The piercings up the underside of Logan’s erection made his job all the more difficult - And Eiji had always picked Logan to be a small kind of man.

Logan’s hips bucked at Eiji as a tongue worked it’s way back up the shaft. There was a groan as Eiji’s mouth enveloped what it could, sucking and nipping gently.

“Fuck…” Logan pushed himself back into the wall, “Stop. Stop.” He shook his head in a flurry of conscience and tried to push Eiji away.

Eiji let his head fall to the side, “Why?” he smirked, “Don’t like it?” He teased, grasping the bottom of Logan’s shirt.

Eiji couldn’t remember if he’d said something else that warranted Logan’s next action. Truth be told, he didn’t try to remember for some time after Logan’s knee slammed against the side of his face.

Eiji could feel his lip catch on his fangs. Logan’s knee had hit him stupidly hard, straight into the side of his mouth. He swallowed his own blood before spitting it out and realising he’d been kneed in the fucking face.

Logan had whipped his pants back up around his hips and was studying Eiji on the ground. Both of them met the gaze of the other. Both confused. One on the ground, his hand to his mouth. The other growled.

“I said stop!” Logan told Eiji, standing over him and fastening his belt.

Eiji croaked, slamming his fist on the concrete, “You fucking cunt!” he scrambled to his feet, mumbling and wiping blood from his hands and face, “Motherfucking psycho.”

Logan ran into him, grabbing his shoulders and slamming his back into the wall. Eiji’s head made a sickening crack as it collided with the bricks. The boy yelped, but managed to throw a fist and Logan’s face. Logan barely flinched. Eiji shook his head, closing his eyes and screaming.

“Get the fuck off me! I didn’t do anything!” He hissed, leaning back into the wall and cringing, bringing one of his legs up as the pain from his head made itself known, “Do you beat Sho up every time he sucks your dick?” he added bitterly.

Logan dug his nails into Eiji’s neck, growling, “Shut the fuck up, you worthless, conniving little brat. I love Sho.”

“Fuck off you do,” Eiji spat, drooling blood and squirming against Logan’s hold, “You said stop but you didn’t even start to say no.” He smirked, “Don’t make me do this, Eiji.” He worked Logan’s feeble resistance into the wound, each word buttered in mockery.

“You don’t know shit about me, you don’t understand!”

“Why should I have to? Huh? You took everything from me! You fucking tore me from my spot and jumped in as soon as I was out.”

Logan threw him to the ground. In a sick state of mind, he relished at how Eiji’s tiny body looked dead for a moment. It went straight back to screaming, however.

“Fuck you!” He said, stumbling back and leaning against the wall opposite to Logan. He shuffled through his jacket. That fucker!

“Stay the fuck away from us!” Logan demanded, “I’ll kill you. I’ll fucking tear your heart out if you even speak to me again. Sho is mine now.” Logan would make sure Eiji heard and remembered that. “MINE!”

Eiji found what he was looking for and held his gun pointed at Logan’s head, “No!” He screamed, stamping his foot and shaking his head.

Logan shook his head, “You won’t shoot me. Think about it – Shoot me and you have no chance with Sho.”

“I don’t want a chance with Sho!” Eiji bit his lip, “But you… you don’t deserve the fucking dirt on his boots. You say you love him and then you’ll run off to dark alleyways with me without a second thought. You’re a fucking liar!”

Eiji was a liar too, but Sho didn’t deserve him either. Eiji had suddenly turned the events of tonight into a test for Logan. Was that how it’d started out? He didn’t think so, but it worked for the argument.

“You don’t understand, Eiji. There’s something a hell of a lot more complicated surrounding this.”

And Eiji shot him just above his right eyebrow. Logan fell back onto the ground and lay there. Eiji was shaking. Fuck. Fuck.

Before Eiji could comprehend, Logan was back to his feet and holding the boy by the neck again.

“Something far, far more complicated.” Logan sneered. He pushed Eiji back into the wall. The boy was a bloody mess - slumped and swaying, his eyes wide with shock and fear, “You don’t have a dreaming chance against me.”

Logan turned and began to walk back inside, “Don’t you dare tell Sho about this or I will kill you without a second thought – you’re a worthless, selfish little slut. You don’t deserve any happiness. Stay away from me – and stay the hell away from my man.”

~