Business as Usual (NSFW)

It was business as usual.
	A thick cloud of endless fog loomed over the sharpened skies of Kilad City, an oppressive and repugnant atmosphere constantly beating down on its inhabitants. Along with the scores of violent activities, this was business as usual for the lowly dwellers of the war-torn city. On one corner there was the Angelic Hand, a crack team of demonic scientists who would stoop to any low for the sake of progression- both biological and technological. On another there was the Mach Tribe- the ultimate culmination of Kilad City's pent up frustration, a gang of ruthless hooligans who believed in the safety of pure anarchy. And finally there were the Fallen Skulls, a powerful mafia syndicate with a long and storied history that can be summed up in a few simple words: money, dear boy.
But it's not like he cared about any of this crap.
	The loud roar of a mechanical beast rolling through the streets thundered through the air, marking the presence of one of the Angelic Hand's trademark silver-colored jeeps. In the driver's seat was a reclining slouch of a man, blowing puffs of his cigarette to the side while recklessly conducting the wheel of his steel steed with a single hand. He flicked his last cigarette butt away, dug into his pocket, and took a glance at his cell phone to read over his mission one last time. His goal was simple: infiltrate one of the Fallen Skulls' hideouts and reclaim one of their hostages.
"Fuckin' pain in the ass..." he mumbled to himself, tossing his messy blonde hair to the side as the empty scenery of Kilad's outskirts whipped past him. This wasn't just any hostage, you see. This was the man's close-knit partner for the past few years. One of them, at least.
"Quit complaining, Banpai. We're gonna get this over with as quick as painlessly as they'll let us." interjected another man in the back seat. In a sharp contrast to the slender (but still well-built) driver, this individual was a massive man, with grizzled tan skin and a squared head topped with flowing dreadlocks.
Banpai of course took no hesitation to brush him off with a wave of the backs of his fingers. "Yeah, yeah, I get it Dumai. But this is like, what, the 3rd time this month? Somebody better tell that damn rabbit to get some better fuckin' security around here, or I swear to god..."

	The ever-lazy Banpai and his burly companion Dumai slid to a screeching halt upon coming in sight of their target; One of the many strongholds that the Fallen Skulls had all over the outlands of the city. "This is the place, huh?" Banpai whispered under his breath, as Dumai nodded and gently bounded out of the car's back door. Even compared to the dreary sights of mainland Kilad's skyline, there was something peculiarly despairing about a Fallen Skulls base. Seachlights were strung all over the place, and guards roamed the facilities like cold machine-men. Heavy cargo stacked in piles wrapped around the single main building like a snake, yet even then there was a serene feeling of pure emptiness to be had.
	The two mercenaries stared on at the construct in front of them, lost in their calculated thoughts. Then finally after a solid minute, Dumai opened his big mouth.
"Alright, we better split up from here..."
"Split up?" Banpai responded. "When has anything ever good come from that?"
"This is a sneaking mission, having us both go together would cause nothing but trouble."
"We didn't plan this out at all, did we?"
"Do we ever?"
"Fuckin....fine, I'll take the right entrance, you take left or the back or whatever the hell you want." Banpai didn't feel like wasting any time here. He retracted his trusty gun from his pockets, a half-glock, half-revolver hybrid ingrained with countless modifications. He twirled it around his finger a few times, pointed it forward, and then calmly set his hands to his side, turning towards his partner. "Be sure not to make too much noise out there, big boy."
Dumai rolled his eyes and crouched down, stealthily making his way past the first outer searchlight. Banpai followed suit in the opposite direction.

	"That bastard..." the slender man thought to himself. "Maybe if he'd just stick to paperwork, we wouldn't constantly have to wade through this swamp of cow shit." He knew that most of the Fallen Skulls' hired goons would be no match for him, but in large numbers, they're way too much trouble than they're worth. Still, even the gloomy atmosphere of the Skulls' base of operations was more than enough of an assault on the senses. Even the clueless looks on their faces as they marched right past him was enough to make him sick.
He crawled through the boxes of cargo undetected, unflinchingly dealing with the chilling wind in his face. If anything, he almost wished he could have shot some of those guards right in the skull, if only to put them out of their miserable daily lives. "But am I really that different in the end?" he monologued to himself internally.

	The emergency entryway on the right side of the base was finally in sight. Security seemed to have been really weak on this end of the building, as not a single soul was to be seen patrolling. Still, he couldn't afford to let his guard down, and quietly scanned the area before stepping forth.
He made it to the steps. Still no guard in sight...strange. He slowly tiptoed up the stairs, making it to the grated floor that wrapped around the building. He advanced forward, looked to his sides, monitoring every possible outcome, before coming to the conclusion "This really is just too eas-." Seems he spoke too soon. Before he could calm his nerves, the floor he was standing on gave out, sending a piece of the iron grating dropping down like a rock. Banpai just barely managed to catch himself on the railing before falling along with it, a rare moment of distress painting his face. This wasn't any time to be relieved however. As soon as it happened, he could hear the words "Hmm? What was that?" coming from behind the emergency exit.

	Banpai broke into a cold sweat, and dashed like a ninja to towards the doorway. His plan was to get behind it and hide once it opened, leaving him to stealthily crawl into it like a shadow once the man behind it went to go check the mess he made. However, Banpai wasn't nearly fast enough. Before he even made it to the door, it opened up, leaving him staring right into the face of an unassuming guardsman.
"WHAT THE-" He shouted. Banpai had no time to think in this situation. He immediately reacted to his appearance by punching the guardsman in the face, followed by vigorous knee to his forehead.
"Oh you PIECE OF-" the guardsman broke free from his grasp, his face a bloody mess, and reached for the pistol in his pocket. Too late. Banpai immediately shot him in the leg with near inhuman precision, and delivered a brutal kick to his left temple before he could even scream in pain. He was out colder than yesterday's turkey, bringing a powerful exhale of relief to Banpai as soon as the ordeal was over. He couldn't risk it though.
"You scared the shit outta me, you sack of worthless..." Banpai rubbed his sweaty forehead before pulling the trigger on his pistol, bringing the guardsman to a quick and painless end via gunshot to the head. This was no time to be remorseful after all. Things would only get bloodier from here.

	He ran into the building, passing through a dirty stone hallway, and into the main lobby of the hideout. It was about what you'd expect from what's ultimately a glorified warehouse. The walls were dull grey, pipes of various conditions crawled all over the place, but at least there didn't seem to be any dirt or grime anywhere. Say what you will about the Skulls, but none could deny their ability to keep things tidy.
Banpai dashed through an empty hallway, and checked his phone. According to the rabbit's calculations, the hostage should be located not far from here. Just a few doors down in fact.
"Thank god. Shouldn't be a very long haul from here. I swear to fuck, if that asshole makes this any more difficult than it already i-" Banpai's self-thought was immediately interrupted by a swift kick to the back of his head, sending him tumbling to the ground, and his gun flying out of his hands. His eyes nearly bulged out of his face as he witnessed his weapon to flying, but he was further suppressed to the ground by the boot of an absolute brute of a man.
"Well, well well...look what the bunny dragged in this time. Interesting specimen we have here." The man took a puff of his cigar, leaving his face shrouded in smoke. "Think you can just come waltzin' in here like you own the place? We were in the middle of some important business, thank you VERY much." He had a gruff-yet-smooth twang to his voice, a very authoritative air coming from his presence.
"Ugh..." Blood trickled down Banpai's mouth as his spine continued to be nearly crushed by the huge man's foot.
"Don't take it personally now..." The large man took his foot off and lifted Banpai by the neck, hovering him up to his face. He was a large, well-built man, skin as black as coal, head as shiny as a bowling ball, and dressed in a business-savvy tuxedo. "It's just that time is money. And if you waste my time, you bet your sorry, pretty ass you're wastin' my money." He delivered a stunning right hook into Banpai's face, keeping him held in place by his left. This guy was unlike anyone else. He couldn't possibly hope to escape his grasp.
"Now if you'd mind, gimme a few good reasons why I shouldn't kill you right here, on the spot?" He blew a cloud of smoke into Banpai's face, who struggles to get a single smug smirk in.
"Why...should I?" He grunts out with what little air he can draw in through the man's massive fingers.
"GRYAH HAH HAHA HAH!" The big guy gives a hearty belly laugh before digging into his pocket. "Very well then-"

	"Sir Bellume! Is that you!?" One of the men from inside the hostage's room opens the door, and looks on at the scene. The gigantic man slowly puts back whatever was in his pocket and smiles.
"Consider yourself lucky, pretty boy." He mumbles to Banpai, before turning his attention to one of the hostage's captors. "Seems the negotiation failed. What a shame. How about we wring out what we can from these poor suckers, huh?"
Bellume dragged the battered and beaten body of Banpai over to the room, keeping him in a single-handed death lock the whole time. From out the corner of his eye, he could see the hostage he was looking for the entire time, tied to a chair in nothing but boxer shorts, a stream of blood flowing down his face, but not enough to wipe out the psychotic grin off his mouth.
It was Shiroh, one of Banpai's mission partners. An unusually lighthearted young man, he seemed to take glee in mowing down individuals, be they criminal or not. His flowing white hair remained untarnished, and his features were very feminine in nature. Even men as straight as an arrow couldn't help but to admit his beauty whence it came up.

	"Yeah, this sucka ain't gonna talk." One of the guards moaned. "May as well just off 'im right here and now."
Bellume shook his head. "Tsk tsk. Oh do I wish it didn't have to come to this."
Banpai lifted his head up and stared scornfully at Shiroh, who's eyes were staring down at the floor this whole time. "How the hell can you look so hunky dory at a time like this...?" He muttered to himself. Even when Banpai was dragged in, he still looked down. Staring at the floor, a shit-eating grin plastering his face the whole time. Finally he opened his mouth to speak. "So, gonna try making it quick for me? That's all I really wanna know." Banpai's scornful face lit up even more. Even Shiroh wasn't known for being this defeatist.
"If you can, mind splattering my brains out with ol' Banpy's gun there? That's all I really want out of this whole thing."
So, this was gonna be how it ended huh. With both a whimper and, ironically enough, with a bang. Banpai definitely expected a more dignified end to his life, but there was nothing he could do.

	Bellume smiled and turned aside, eying Banpai's ultra-modified piece of deadly machinery on the floor. "Fair enough" he chuckled. He walked up to the pistol with Banpai still in hand, and just barely manages to grasp it in his fat fingers without shattering it. "Here, Ajax." He turns over and tosses it over to one of the guards.
"Use this and make it qui- hmm?" Bellume quizzically glances at his subordinate, who stares back at him with a horrified expression. Looking around, it seems all the guards are just as mortified.
"What's going on with you?" The moment he finishes his sentence, a trickle of blood gets in his eye. "What the..." He presses his finger to his forehead, noticing there's...a hole there!
"Surpriiiiise!" Upon closer inspection, the blunt end of a pistol was sticking out of the crotch area of Shiroh's pants.
"You...son OF A-" *BANG!* Shiroh pulls back and another shot goes flying into the huge man's head! And again! And again! Blood goes flying out of his cranium, and he lets go of Banpai to grasp his forehead in pain. The blonde gunman slams face-first into the flooring, and weakly recomposes himself at the last second.
"C'mon you sack of shit! Make yourself useful already!" The white haired man yells as he gets to his feet and tackles one of the guardsmen, sending his gun flying back into the range of its rightful owner.
"Fuckin' shit man! We're gonna need backup, STAT!" One of the captors in the back yells in panic as he pulls an M16 from his side.
"Too late, fuckhead." Banpai resiliently springs back up from the ground, his head now calm and collected once again, and fires a carefully aimed barrage of bullets from his metal shaft of death.
"BLAAAAARGH!" Half of the captor's head explodes into a hellacious eruption of blood and brains before he could take any action. At last, Banpai was back in business. This is what he truly lived for, what he loved more than anything, and what he wouldn't dream of stopping even if given a chance. Banpai was back to his business. Business as usual.
"Who's a man and a half?" Banpai jumps across the room and pumps a stream of lead with laser precision into another guard. "I'M a man and a half!" Another guard runs at him, a psychotic look on his face, firing a machine gun haphazardly, besmearing the walls of the small room with bullet holes. Banpai narrowly dodges the assault and turns over a table full of interrogation equipment, hiding behind it to take cover.
"YOU'RE NOT GETTING AWAY THAT EASILY YOOOOU BIIIITCH!" He sprints towards him, but is suddenly cut off by Shiroh locking his neck with the ropes on his wrists. The shock causes him to drop his gun, and Shiroh follows up by stepping back and throwing the guard over his head. "Heeeeeyoooo~!" He sings while smashing his head into the pavement. Banpai jumps in from behind the table and finishes him off with a bullet to the head.

	Looking around themselves, the two take a moment to appreciate the carnage they just caused here. Shiroh of course took the whole thing in stride, and speaks to his partner in a singsong voice "Soooo, Banpy-kuuun. What took you sooo long? It was so dreary and boring, being tortured in this room for a whole day. Don't you appreciate what I do anymore?"
Banpai sighs and puts his gun away, wiping his sweaty brow. "Listen you son of a bitch. You should be thankful I eve-" even that little stint is cut short by the sound of a shot being fired straight into the blonde mercenary's neck. "HRK!" He falls to the floor, lifting himself up by the palms of his hands.

	Bellume slowly rises up from the bloody pool below him, a small gun in hand loaded with tranquilizer-type capsules. "Haah...HAH! You couldn't make this easy...could you!?" His eyes bulge out with red veins, a demented quality painted on his face, while Shiroh simply looks at him in an annoyed manner.
"That capsule is filled with the poison from a rare naga found only in the center of the Kizana jungle. Just a single drop is enough to send a man to a slow...painful...AGONIZING death!"
Banpai's vision goes cloudy, his head gets light, and his muscles go weak. He can't even bring himself to speak.

	"What EVER loser!" Shiroh casually whines as he grasps the gun lodged in his crotch with his tied-together hands. Blam, blam! He pumps a few more rounds into his head, and finally he goes down with a sickly pleasurable expression.
"Shiroh you...worthless sack of..." Banpai weakly moans. "Shh...shh...don't worry. You're not gonna die unless I say so." Shiroh assures to him. He walks over to the table of interrogation equipment as the blonde mercenary struggles to focus his vision. "See there Banpy-kun? That's the ultra-poisonous serum he really wanted." He points at a similarly-shaped capsule of fluid lying on the ground.
Banpai begins panting, his senses clouding up quick. "Then...what the hell is this?" He wheezes.
Shiroh puts on a devilish little smirk, the kind of smile you'd expect from a mischievous brat like him. "Just a fun little bait and switch I pulled beforehand. I knew you'd try to come in here, guns blazing, so I capitalized on your dumbassery for my own enjoyment."
Banpai's muscles go limp. A feeling unlike he ever experienced goes coursing through his body, his blood rushing everywhere it could rush. "You...that's...that's Bara's serum, isn't it?" he groans.
"Haha! You catch on quick, you silly little thing!" Shiroh, wrists still tied together like handcuffs, sits back down on his chair, staring lustily at his partner's squirming body. "I hear that's what Bara uses when she wants to extract some...samples from her specimens. Always wondered how it would work on a tough guy like you, Banpai-kuuun."
One couldn't deny just how effective Bara's experiments worked. Within a few minutes, it took full control of the mercenary's hardened body, turning this rabid dog into a whimpering puppy. But more than anything, something specific got on Banpai's nerves above all.
"For the love of...stop...stop calling me...-kun." He cries out, floundering on the floor. This only brings Shiroh into a chuckle. "Why? Was it because...that's what 'she' kept calling you?" A flash of emotion jolts through Banpai's mind, and his teeth grit together as a single instance of tears begin to bubble up on his face. "Y...just...just stop this, for the love of...we're supposed to be on a miss.."
"A mission? Oh the mission can wait~! Everyone who isn't, y'know, kinda busy being dead still probably thinks I'm in here being flayed and beaten as usual. Man, all that got me reeeaaal frustrated you know." Shiroh gets up from his chair and grabs a key from one of the guards. He inserts it into the keyhole on the exit, locking it in place. "But if you're really that paranoid, this should give us some...alone time."

	Shiroh was always known for being a bit...out there, but this was a new low, even for him. "I...never took you for a standup guy, but..."  he weakly utters, unable to fight back the bizarre sensation flowing through his blood.
"Quiet, quiet down now.. Shiroh takes a few steps to his newfound "prey" so to speak. "You've always been so stressed. So uptight. So sheltered. It got me frustrated, very frustrated." The white haired boy drops down to his knees and hovers his body over his fresh catch. "Think of this as my...revenge, so to say." He opens his lewd little mouth and chomps his teeth down on Banpai's jacket zipper. "We won't be needing this where we're going~."
Even the feeling of his jacket being unzipped and tossed aside brought an unimaginable rush to Banpai's mind. He almost couldn't believe what he was witnessing, and under any other circumstance, he'd try to escape as hard as possible. Now though...things were most definitely different.
Shiroh unwrapped the leather coating from Banpai's defined body, and unstrapped his bulletproof vest with no hesitation. Lying in front of him was the blonde gunman, completely shirtless, arms over his head, panting heavily as his defined features pulsated up and down. While he and Shiroh leaned more towards the effeminate side, Banpai was definitely the more chiseled guy here. His abs and pecs were hard as stone, covered in the scars, wounds, and bruises from many a battle. Shiroh couldn't help but lick his lips.

	"I'm not disappointed in the slightest. You look absolutely -delicious-, Banpai-kun."
This was an unreal turn of events compared to what Banpai was used to. Never before was his wild body this easily tamed, this open and vulnerable for another to run wild with. He was always the one who had things under control, the one who could crush whoever he saw fit. Yet here he was, beneath the legs of his younger partner, ready to do god knows what to the body that ended hundreds of lives with no remorse.
All this brought a rush of emotions to the cold mercenary, leaving him to only respond with a single sniffle. "Why...why are you..." He moaned, before his words were rapidly silenced by the sensation of Shiroh's lips smothering his mouth. It was the sort of deep and passionate kiss reserved only for the most intimate of lovers, the kind he never got to experience ever since Banpai lost...her. Banpai hadn't the strength reserves to break free, and had no choice but to take his partner's wet, sloppy oral embrace in full. Even he couldn't believe how his body was reacting to this all. He lit up even after Shiroh finally let go of his lips, and used his tongue to wipe the welling of tears building up in his eyes.

	"There. Are you feeling better, you wild thing? Do I do it as good as your old girlfriend, huh?" Shiroh couldn't stop sensually mocking his vulnerable partner, who was getting too weak to even speak.
He tried though, boy did he, but he was cut short the moment Shiroh brought his dead down, his tongue roaming all over his chest. "Ooh...oh...." He sensually moans, getting lost in a sea of sick, venomous pleasure, which comes to an absolute height once his tongue reaches his hard nipples.
"Ooh. I can tell you like it when I do this, do you?" Shiroh's long, snake-like tongue dances around Banpai's sensitive nipples, twitching and bulging accordingly. Banpai keeps letting out lewd moans, the kind of sounds he'd never thought would ever come out of his mouth.
Soon Shiroh found it was time to get his lips involved too, and gently suckled on his nipples, producing even louder moans from his partner. This was a new kind of deranged wrongness that only Bara could engineer. Or is it?

After a few minutes of this foreplay, Shiroh got fed up. "Oh just great. You and your sexy yelping now has me going a bit out of control." He stands on his knees and turns his attention to the bulging boner in his boxer shorts. "Now what are you gonna do about this, little Banpy-kun?"
Banpai stares at the pitched tent with a kind of fascination that not even teenage girls could think of. Just what was he gonna do with that? Just how will it feel? Why is he concerned about these things in the first place? No matter what, the expression on his face turns restless.
"Don't worry, don't worry. I won't keep you waiting for a second~."
Shiroh used his still-cuffed hands to shimmy his boxers down, leaving his fully exposed and erect cock to spring free. It's a sight that brings Banpai's mind to become a parade of forbidden ecstasy. So much of him says "NO!" but so much more of him screams "YES!"

	"Now now my little Banpy, say aaaah~."
Banpai was way too prideful of a man to comply to an incredibly stupid request like that. Or so he thought. More than anything, all he could focus on was Shiroh's pulsating member, and having it inside him at all costs. He didn't even pause for a second.
"A-aaaaaah..." He responds weakly
Shiroh brings his penis ever so closer. "That's not enough. Say aaaaah, with feeling!"
He doesn't hesitate for a moment. "AAaaaaah!"
Shiroh smiles in response. "Good." He promptly stuffs the inside of Banpai's mouth with the full girth of his cock. It wasn't a particularly large one, but it was one that commanded a significant amount of power to Banpai. He took the meat pole placed into his mouth with utmost appreciation. He savored its bitter taste, absorbed its warm, sweaty smell, and wrapped his tongue around its hardened texture. It could have been the effect of the drug, but to him, this was pure heaven.
"Don't get -too- zealous now..." Shiroh slowly pulls his member out of Banpai's mouth, his lips still suckling on it until the final *pop* where it exits his mouth completely. He puts his cock over Banpai's begging, quivering lips, which brings him to slowly and sensually lick the shaft like a most delicious piece of candy. His tongue begins traveling over to the head of Shiroh's penis, and he gently kisses the tip as Shiroh snickers at him.

	"It's amazing just how perverted you've become in such a short amount of time. Just what would everyone else think? Banpai, the big badass merc with a body count in the hundreds is sitting right here, a total slave to my needy cock?"
Not even Shiroh's childish taunting could hold Banpai up from greedily gobbling his throbbing dick back into his mouth, licking and sucking on its warm flesh. He gathers just enough strength to lift his arms up again, but instead trying to break free, he instead uses the newfound freedom to fondle his dangling balls.
"Ooooh." The white haired rascal moans. "Now that's the stuff. You do this like an absolute pro, Banpy-kun!"
Banpai truly cannot think of anything else right now. His mind is focused on one thing and one thing only; pleasuring Shiroh's masterful penis by any means necessary. His mouth stuffed with the full force of his genitals, his head smothered against his groin, he doesn't even let go for air.

	"Oooh...aaah!" A few minutes of non-stop service later, Shiroh's lower body begins to twitch. "Already bringing me to this point already, huh? You're a little too good at this..."
The blonde merc could feel his partner's penis twitching and pulsing in his mouth, drops of pre-cum dribbling down his throat. He was getting ready to unleash the contents of his balls into Banpai, and couldn't get enough of the feeling.
"Alright, calm down, I'll give you want you want big boy." He holds Banpai's head in place, relaxing his lower body as a powerful sensation runs through his crotch. "Here it...comes...aaah...nng" Shiroh bites his lip as even Banpai stops for a moment to take in Shiroh's liquid essence.
Like an explosion, a blast of Shiroh's cum goes rushing into Banpai's needy mouth. He pulls himself out at the first burst, and places his still-ejaculating member over Banpai's naughty face. Banpai closes his eyes, and lets Shiroh shoot the remaining proof of his lust all over his face.

	"Haah...hah..." Shiroh recovers his intense orgasm, looking on at the white mess he made all over his partner's visage. His dick still throbbing and sensitive, he squeezes what few drops remain on his partner's chest.
"Phew...gotta admit, not even Kilad's priciest whores could have compared to that amazing dicksucking there. You really are something else, Banpy-kun~."
He gets off of him, and pulls his boxer shorts back up. It seems Banpai has now regained control of his body, and lifts himself back up with relative ease.
"Well that was fun and all, but wouldn't you agree that we should be making our way out of here?" Shiroh casually states to his partner. Yet, Banpai doesn't respond.
"Oh, c'mon. It was just a one-time thing, you can forget this all ever happened soon enough. Right?" Shiroh retorts. Still no response.
"Alright, listen. If-" Banpai walks up to him, eyes behind his cum-stained bangs, and grabs his shoulders. This brings a shiver down Shiroh's spine, as he looks at him with a worried expression.
"Banpai-kun, are you...alright?"

	Banpai smiles. "Never been better. But I think the side effects of that drug are starting to kick in."
He pushes Shiroh to the ground, his muscles tensed up, and gives a sharp glare through his drooping bangs.
"I hear there's a point in an animals life where, once close to death, they have an overwhelming urge to pass on their seed on to the nearest female of the species. You look close enough to the part."
Shiroh's form turns into that of panic, knowing that Banpai has now gone from a submissive kitten to an aggressive lion in no time flat. His true bestial insticts had finally kicked in, and it wasn't pretty.
He rapidly pins Shiroh to the ground and turns him over, grabbing his boxers and sliding them back down. While Shiroh needed the assistance of a drug to keep domination over him, all Banpai needed was his own brute strength. Within an instant, Shirohs round, shapely ass was exposed, all for Banpai to take in and appreciate. It was the kind of womanly rear you'd expect from a woman, but with a fine cock and set of balls dangling below its hole.

	Shiroh couldn't help but quiver as Banpai hastily pulled down his pants. Breathing heavily, he growled, "You bet I'm gonna make that mine. I can't think of anything else but shooting everything I have into that fine, supple ass of yours."
A mix of fear and morbid curiosity rushed through Shiroh; Had he brought out the true Banpai? The same Banpai who did...THAT to the only love of his life?
"There's no pillow for you to bite on. Better grit those teeth." Banpai brought his newly exposed cock over to Shiroh's puckering anus, sliding it across the entryway as Shiroh moaned in pleasure. As he was turned in the opposite direction, he couldn't get a clear view of Banpai's throbbing member, but it certainly -felt- a lot bigger than his.
"This is what you made me do, and you're gonna take the whole...THING!" within an instant, he thrusts his mighty cock into Shiroh's tight man-snatch, making him jump with a rush an odd combination of sick pleasure and overwhelming pain. But to Banpai, this was the true entrance to Valhalla. His tight flesh massaged every inch of his penis, clamping on it from every direction.
"Ghrr..." Shiroh grunted, trying his best to take in his partner's meat rod. He had zero experience with this sort of pain, and had little idea how to react.
"Fits quite nicely, doesn't it? Now let's just..." Banpai pulls his meat-based magnum rifle out of partner's hole, leaving him with a single breath of relief before he plunges back in. Shiroh's lip begins bleeding, as his anal cavity rubs against Banpai's glans, his body twisting in forbidden ecstasy.

	"Ugh, isn't this...enough yet, Banp-"
"It's not even CLOSE!"
Banpai slowly moves his waist in a rhythmical fashion, subtly pumping out and in. It doesn't take long for his movements to get more and more rapid, shocks of pleasure running through his body as Shiroh's tight anus licks his penis clean.  He rubs his tip extra hard against his folds, and continuously pumps in and out. He grabs Shiroh's supple ass cheeks as his rectum continues to massage every inch of his beastly dick. It feels like he could just melt inside him.
Meanwhile, the pain in Shiroh's lower regions begin to slowly subside. A true warrior can adapt to anything, and even trying to please this one-man dicking onslaught is no exception. The sensation of a cock sliding in and out of him begins to become nothing else but a pleasurable experience. Shiroh's dangling cock begins to grow erect, even as Shiroh speeds up his thrusts to that of a piston engine's.

 	"Ngggnh...this feels so...aaagh!" Banpai begins to give in to his instincts, and stops his pace for a moment to place his member as far as it can go within Shiroh's tight anus. "C-coming!" He yells as his penis twitches, blasting a spurt of thick, hot semen straight into him.
Shiroh's eyes nearly roll to the back of his head, as he ejaculates a thin stream of cum onto the floor in tandem.
Banpai pants heavily, rubbing his sensitive cock on all sides of Shiroh's rigid hole. It was like a never-ending stream of pure pleasure, one he couldn't get enough of.

	"Aahgh...well, I think that's enough now Banpy. We had our fun, now let's just-" Shiroh is once again cut short.
"No."
"Eh?"
Banpai, unwilling to take his cock out of Shiroh's ass, begins thrusting once again. "I won't stop until I've poured every last drop into you. You're going to take this like the bitch you are."
Shiroh's eyes widened, as he is once again made a slave to Banpai's awakened bestial instincts. Banpai turns him over, leaving Shiroh's exposed cock dangling in the air, his face growing red and tired out. "Th-then just how many shots do you have left in you, Banpy?" Shiroh cries, eyes turned into squiggly circles with a stream of tears running down.
"No idea. Let's see." Banpai responds, a diabolical smirk still painting his face.
He begins thrusting again, massaging his penis against Shiroh's slightly loosened walls, again and again. This time though, he begins stroking Shiroh's cock in the meantime, and delivers a passionate kiss to his partner's quivering lips. This was his time to regain his dignity, and he was gonna savor it for as long as he could.

	As his penis sinks into him more and more, tossing it side to side, he's brought to another climax. "HHnngh..." He moans, as another wave of his seed shoots inside him. The force of his throbbing cock brings Shiroh to yet another orgasm, and fires his increasingly thinning seed all over his own body.
"Now can you-?"
"NO!"

	Banpai keeps pumping inside of Shiroh's ass, more and more, tossing his body in every position (while trying to avoid the dead bodies on the floor) as he shoots his cum inside of him again, and again, and again. A relentless barrage of man-milk fills his insides, and grows ever so steadily Banpai comes to another climax. Even when Shiroh orgasms, nothing more than a tiny droplet comes out, whilst Banpai's cock only grows needier and needier to release all its pent-up filling.
After a solid hour or so of non-stop man-sex, Banpai is finally brought to a final climax.
"Hnngh!" He groans, as the last of his ball juice shoots out into Shiroh's womanly ass with a final bang, the silver haired rascal long since becoming a near-mindless slave to Banpai's mighty cock.
He finally pulls out of his ass, letting loose a torrent of pent up lewd juices to flow out of Shiroh's quivering anus. Both of them pant heavily after the ordeal, Shiroh moreso, looking like a total wreck all around.

	Banpai reaches into his pants pocket and takes out his handkerchief, dabbing off the buildup of sweat from his brow. "That should be enough for today. Or the week. Or all year. Or forever. Yeah, let's go with that."
Shiroh, ass still in the air, pouring out a thick fountain of cum, barely manages to lift himself up. "Heh...heh heh. I wonder if I truly got a taste of the "real" Banpai there. That's an experience that'll last a lifetime."
The blonde gunman tosses Shiroh his confiscated clothing from the back. "Even if it was, the true Banpai wouldn't waste even a droplet on you. Ugrgh."
Shiroh takes his time to clean himself up and put on his dressings once again. "Oh what's the matter? Would you much have preferred to give it all to that ol' Shoji the Med-"
"Shut the fuck up, seriously." He flatly snaps at the white haired man.
"Heh. Struck a nerve, did I-"
A knock is suddenly heard at the door. "HEATHENS! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE. WE HAVE ONE OF YOUR OWN CAPTURED, AND WE WON'T THINK TWICE TO SHOOT HIM IF YOU DON'T GET OUT OF THERE!" A gang member yells.

	The two gunslingers sidle up to the walls on the side of the door, guns set to their sides, as they leer through the cracks of the door.
"So, one at 12 O clock, a few at 7, two more down at 4 and 6. Think we can eliminate all that in a split second?" Banpai calculates.
"Sounds easy enough to me. A lot of them make for easy targets."
"ALRIGHT, AT THE COUNT OF 5...4...3..." The gangster cries.
"Y'know after this, maybe we should go and eat at that old Harpy girl's place. I hear she makes the most bitchin' Strawberry parfaits." Shiroh says casually.
"Oooh, you had me at parfaits..."
"OKAY, 2! 1!"
"Let's just hope the flavoring is real this time." Banpai proclaims before they both simultaneously kick down the door, guns blazing.

	Without a doubt a standout day to any lesser man. But to a strange man like Banpai, this was just business as usual.