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One Helluva Night

Raian Kure x GN Reader Raian Kure x Reader

Synopsis: You are a married woman with a man who is nothing but a piece of trash to you. You barely know him due to the fact that it was an arranged marriage. He has a dark secret that could cost him his life. He's being hunted down by a skilled and primal assassin who was given the mission to annihilate your husband.

Warning: ⚠️ blood, gore, Explicit, violence, angst, brutality, trash husband, Brutal Raian Kure, profanity, rough sex, rough kissing, unprotected sex, M and F oral, breeding, trigger warning

MDNI 18+ only

Side note: some of the stuff on the warnings won't come until later but I'm letting you know what the story will have. And I'm trying to make this one really long at least. It's Raian bro! He needs to shine!

Gif Credit: @hoe4rairai

Word count: 1,707

You got home and saw your husband Kevin kissing another woman in the living room. It was his secretary Nina. "Kevin! What the fuck!" You Bellowed with rage.

Kevin looked at you and rolled his eyes in annoyance. "What!? Am I not allowed to have fun at least!?" He says as he glared at you. You weren't shocked at the response he gave you because you already knew the type of person he is. He was always trying to justify his actions even if they were wrong.

Nina just mockingly laughed at you and smiled smugly as she hugged Kevin tighter to her. You only sighed heavily in annoyance and rubbed your head in frustration. You never let anyone know what type of person you really are. And Kevin and Nina are this close in finding what your other side is truly about.

"What can I say.....you're fucking boring you wear the same shit everyday....you don't even excite me! You never had! You're just a money maker for me! Your family is rich and I'm just taking their money!" Kevin laughed wickedly as he sips is whiskey. Nina joins in laughing mockingly at you.

"So that's what it's about....you think my parents are the ones who are rich?" You begin to laugh hysterically. "What's so funny? Huh?" Kevin replied annoyed.

"do you want to know why I never told you anything about me...about my identity...who I truly am? It's because I knew one day you would do something as stupid as this." You say with manic laughter.

"What the hell are you bitching about-" he doesn't finish his sentence as you send him flying to the wall with a powerful kick to his head.

Nina screams as she falls off of Kevin's lap and hits the floor as he sees Kevin get sent flying towards the wall.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!" She bellows in disbelief

Blood comes out of Kevin's head as it drips down his face. you then smile wickedly at Nina who tried to crawl away. You grab her by her hair and pull on her hair hard. you slapped her violently across the face discombobulating her.

"You really thought I was a push over huh....well you thought really wrong Nina. The next time you try to mess with me.....well......I won't just slap you.....I'll make sure you'll never see the light of day...do you understand." You growl with fury as you slam your fist through the concrete wall 2 inches away from her face.

Nina flinched and nodded her head fervently in fear. Kevin slowly got up but he seemed discombobulated. You punched him once more in the face in which he then laid on the ground knocked out with two black eyes.

"You can have him Nina...I don't need him nor will I ever need him. Trash goes together with trash. Besides once he's finished with you he'll move on to the next bitch and you know it. I bet he has another side piece right now." You say to her mockingly as you show her pictures of Kevin with another woman.

Nina stays quiet. "You actually thought he cared....oh how cute.....you really thought he gave a fuck....you really are pathetic." You laugh mockingly at her seeing as the tables have turned for Nina.

"Moral of the story....don't fuck with me." You say as you laugh in amusement and walk away. You walked out of the apartment complex with your head held high and a triumphant smirk.

Unbeknownst to you that someone in the shadows watched the whole thing go down. But it's not like he was there for you anyway. He was on the hunt for your now ex-boyfriend.

He kicked the door down violently breaking it into tiny pieces with his unbelievable strength. "Who the fuck are you!" Growled Kevin with rage as he stood up all wobbly and off balance.

Raian's grin grows even wider as he looks at Kevin and grabs him by his throat chocking him. Nina screams in horror and tries to run away but Raian closes off the exit by throwing the coffee table her way.

"That woman from before did a whole number on you. I'm a little pissed that she didn't fucking let me beat you up first but....I'd say your ass is already far gone.... you're one sick bastard!" Laughed Raian as he began to choke Kevin.

"STOP IT! YOU'RE GONNA KILL HIM!" Screamed Nina in horror but Raian continued to laugh wickedly as he continued to choke Kevin.

Nina tried to hit Raian with a glass bottle on his head but that didn't work and Raian didn't budge. Raian with that sinister grin of his was eager for the fact that he was going to have fun with Thai hit. He slammed Kevin down to the floor and through the wooded floor.

Raian cackled sinisterly as he violently punched Kevin in the face multiple times giving him no mercy.

Nina did everything she could to stop Raian from hurting Kevin but it was no use. Kevin's face was squashed with Raian's brutal punches. And in a matter of seconds Kevin was dead.

Raian was covered in blood and panting heavily grinning with satisfaction. "It's your turn now bitch!" Replied Raian with his corrupt expression with a creepy sing song tone.

Nina shook and trembled with fear. She cried and begged him not to kill her too. "Please! Have mercy!" She cried in fear.

However Raian didn't let up. He grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and he kneed her in her stomach fiercely. It felt like her insides had exploded as she coughed up blood.

With one last bloody murder scream Nina realized it was over for her as Raian stomped down on her chest breaking her rib cage as bits of bone struck her heart killing her instantly.

Raian couldn't hold back his Malevolent laugh. He soon got his phone out and called his grandfather Erioh.

“Oi, i'm done with my hit. Send someone to do the clean up. I'm out-”

“All the clean up crews are busy. you know how to clean a scene. Do it yourself.” Replied Erioh dryly.

Raian growled in annoyance as he began to clean up the abomination he just got rid of.

“This guy and his wench don't even deserve to get a proper burial. Fucking bastards stole money from the Kure Clan, are traffickers, they were a whole lot of shit and the person who asked for this to happen was someone who wanted revenge for their girlfriend. So annoying!” Yelled Raian with rage as he broke the mop in half.

Soon Raian finally finished cleaning up and he left, leaving the two bodies to burn in the fireplace. Raian jumped out of the window and climbed to the rooftop of the apartment complex.

He cackled wickedly as he inhaled the air into his lungs. He soon begins jumping from rooftop to rooftop heading back home when he suddenly notices you looking outside your window noticing him.

Raian’s face was serious at first, but as soon as he saw you looking at him his face grew with straight up amusement. He began to grin sinisterly, showing off those pearly white teeth which meant business.

“What the fuck?!” You exclaim in shock as you see Raian heading towards you. You shut the window close but that wasn't enough to stop the almighty Raian Kure. He broke through your window like nothing.

Not a scratch was on him as he broke through the glass. “Shit! Who the hell are you?” You exclaimed as you got in your fighting stance.

Raian slowly walks towards you with that Malevolent grin of his. You throw blow after blow, punch after punch, kick after kick. Some blows did land but he was mostly dodging them or stopping them with a counter attack.

“You suck! And you were the one who did most of fucking damage to that Kevin guy!I don't believe that! You can barely land a blow on me!” Laughed Raian in amusement as he continues to grip both of your wrists tightly.

“AUGH! What are you talking about? How do you know my ex-boyfriend?! What the fuck is going-mmph!” Was all you could speak as Raian smooshed your cheeks together making your plump red lips pucker.

“Do you know what kind of person your ex-boyfriend was….I bet all that time you were going out with him you didn't realize what he was doing besides fucking his secretary.” Replied Raian with a sneer.

You look at him with wide eyes trying to escape his grip. Raian leaned in close to you, his hot breath tickling your neck and ear.

“Your ex-boyfriend and that bitch secretary Nina were involved in some pretty fucked up shit. I bet you didn't know you were dating a corrupt evil bastard.” He whispered in your ear still with that vile sneer of his.

You just stood there shocked with your eyes wide open. Raian pulled back and let go of your face. He eyed your red plump lips, your neck, your collarbone and your big cleavage.

He grinned devilishly as he cupped your chin lifting it up so you could look up at him. You begin to blush as you never had a man cup your chin and force you to look at him like that.

Looking at him closely. He wasn't bad looking. Though intimidating and crazy….he looked fine as hell to you. Your heart fluttered, and a chill ran up and down your spine as the excitement began to give you butterflies in your belly.

“I've decided. I’ll take you with me back to my clan. You’ll be of good use, well to at least get someone off my back.” Cackled Raian wickedly as he threw you over his shoulder like a sack of rice.

“Oof! Wait! I haven't agreed to anything yet! I don't even know who you-Aaaaaahhhh!” You scream in bloody murder as he jumps out of where your window used to be three stories down to a tree where the two of you disappeared into the night.

To be continued: ......

One Helluva Hunt Part 2

Raian Kure x GN Reader Raian Kure x Reader Raian Kure x female reader

Synopsis: You are now trapped in Raian's grasp as he took you with him without hesitation. Where is he taking you? Why did he take you? What y'all's destination....only the Devil himself knows.

Warning: ⚠️ blood, gore, Explicit, violence, angst, brutality, trash husband, Brutal Raian Kure, profanity, rough sex, rough kissing, unprotected sex, M and F oral, breeding, trigger warning

MDNI 18+ only

Side note: some of the stuff on the warnings won't come until later but I'm letting you know what the story will have. And I'm trying to make this one really long at least. It's Raian bro! He needs to shine!

Gif credit: @hoe4rairai and also clideo.com: if I got this wrong please let me know so I can fix.

Word count: l,202

Part 1 ⬇️

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One Helluva Night

Raian Kure x GN Reader Raian Kure x Reader Synopsis: You are a married woman with a man who is nothing but a piece of trash to you. You bar

You were still being carried like a sack of rice and Raian cackled wickedly in amusement.

“Um….sir…..Mister….where are you taking me?” You say still confused as all you could see was a vast range of forest and dirt and his walking feet.

Raian says nothing as he handles you roughly. “Hey!” You say a bit annoyed as he continues to carry you like a sack of rice.

You notice his ass, firm, and very enticing. You begin to blush. “God he has a fina ass. I want to touch it…it's probably firm.” You think to yourself as you gulp down some saliva and look away from his ass.

“Can you at least tell me your name?” You say pretty irritated.

Suddenly Raian drops you on your bottom in which you land hard on the ground. “OW! HEY YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! AT LEAST HAVE THE DECENCY TO TELL ME THAT YOU'RE PUTTING ME DOWN!” You Bellowed with rage as you rubbed your butt to soothe the pain away.

“SHUT UP!” Bellowed Raian back with a wicked sneer.

“MAKE ME YOU SON OF A BITCH!” You yell back, getting in his face.

The two of you growl at each other but Raian seems to be enjoying the interaction seeing as he kept laughing with an amused wide grin.

Suddenly your stomach growls and you back away feeling a little embarrassed. Raian laughs at you as he then gets up and walks away. You wonder what the hell he's doing.

He brings back some wood and starts a fire. “go hunt for your food I ain't no one's babysitter especially for a weakling like you!” replied Raian harshly.

“I'm not a weakling you bastard! And I know how to fucking hint and I don't fucking need a man to do shit for me! And why did you bring me with you anyway!” You retorted back at him loudly.

He continued to laugh in amusement as he got up and went deep into the woods to hunt for a boar. You just fumed and you went your own way to hunt for anything to eat, like a boar, a rabbit, a deer, and yes even a snake.

As you enter deep into the woods you see a boar. But what you didn't know is that it was the same boat that Raian was hunting. As soon as you lunge at the boar and so does Raian.

“I saw it first you jackass!” you growled as you pushed him out of the way. Raian just laughed and lunged forward towards the boar. You punched him in the face and kicked him hard on his side sending him flying through various trees knocking them down like Domino's and that still had no effect on him.

“You think that will stop me! You brat!” He growled as he lunged towards you and the boar. You quickly dodged his attacks and you decided to hide above the trees. Luckily you managed to gather some sticks and some rocks and what you could use as string.

“I’ll be damned if he gets that boar before me!” You grumble under your breath as you make a bow and arrow with what you could gather in the forest.

“Oh Angel cakes! Where are you?” Called out Raian in a chilling singsong tone.

“Tch! Fucking asshole.” You mutter under your breath annoyed. You look for the boar ignoring Raian and once you see the boar you take your aim and shoot the boar down.

You glide from tree to tree to claim your prize but Raian tackles you to the ground. “I found you! Angel cakes!” He growled with a menacing glare still with that vile sneer on his face.

“Oof! Hey you bastard! The boar is mine! I shot it down with my bow and arrow fair and square.” You spat with fury as you pushed him off of you. You hurried and took your prize. But he laughed as he showed you that he had caught many more boars and deers he had hunted down and claimed as prizes.

It was as if he was toying with you from the very beginning the hunt started. You glared at him and purposely bumped into him to move out of the way.

He devoured all of his prizes while you slowly ate yours. He finishes all of his hunts and then he puts out the fire and picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder once again like a sack of rice.

“Augh! Hey! You ass! Stop it! Let me go!” You yell as you try to get out of his grasp.

Raian continued to grin slyly as he smacked your ass with his right hand.

“Oh! HEY! WHAT THE FUCK! WHY DID YOU DO THAT! I BARELY KNOW YOU- AUGH!” You yell at him irritated by his personality. He then jerked her back a little on his shoulder making her grab onto the back of his black jacket tightly.

“What a noisy bunny you are.” He says laughing at you as he continues to walk through the woods with you over his shoulder. After a good while of him walking in the woods you start getting sleepy. Your eyelids are getting heavy and your whole body is going and limp.

You finally crash and your hands are swaying back and forth as they start patting Raian’s firm and hot ass.

Raian could hear you snoring so he pulled you backwards and carried you in his arms bridal style.

“Damn it! This stupid woman fell asleep ...how boring…..well at least she won't remember how to get back home since The Kure clan’s village is hidden near the mountains anyway. What a foolish woman she is.” Replied Raian with a heavy and irritated sigh.

The next morning you woke up in an unfamiliar place. There was no more forest. You looked around and saw that you were sleeping on a comfortable futon and a very cozy room with tatami flooring and a beautiful scenery of the veranda surrounded by the gardens and forest.

“W-we're am I?” You talk to yourself all puzzled.

“Oh good! You're awake!” Says a cherry voice. You turn to look and see a young woman with short black hair and the same Black eyes that Raian has. But she seemed much nicer than him. She had a tray of food in her hands.

“Um….hello there….good morning…um….where exactly am I and who are you?” You ask, still puzzled but smiling kindly at her.

“You're at the home of the Kure Clan. I'm Fusui Kure and your sister in law….it's so nice to finally meet my older brother's wife!” She bows respectfully to you.

“Huh…..*blinks rapidly.* Pardon me? Come again?.......” You are still confused.

“Welcome to the family! Sister in law!” She says with a bright smile.

You faint back on the futon as your soul leaves your body.

“OH NO! SISTER IN-LAW! SISTER IN-LAW! GRANDPA! RAIAN’S WIFE FAINTED! SOMEONE! HELP!” Fusui yelled as she quickly grabbed a hand fan and began blowing air to you.

“How….did I……end up in this situation again.” You think to yourself as you scream internally still unconscious.

To be continued: .......

One Helluva Time part 3

Raian Kure x GN Reader Raian Kure x Reader Raian Kure x female reader

Synopsis: You have fainted at the words of Fusui Kure Raian's younger sister that he has chosen you to be his wife. Erioh Kure is suspicious of what Raian is really up to. But Only The devil himself knows what he truly wants and that's to claim you.

Warning: ⚠️ blood, gore, Explicit, violence, angst, brutality, trash husband, Brutal Raian Kure, profanity, rough sex, rough kissing, unprotected sex, M and F oral, breeding, trigger warning

MDNI 18+ only

Side note: some of the stuff on the warnings won't come until later but I'm letting you know what the story will have. And I'm trying to make this one really long at least. It's Raian bro! He needs to shine!

Gif credit: @hoe4rairai

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https://www.tumblr.com/jannahime/753101069081575424/one-helluva-hunt-part-2?source=share

“Grandpa….is she going to be okay?” Asked Fusui with a worried look.

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"it's odd for Raian to bring a woman home…..it's not like him. Actually I didn't know he was into women…. She's quite the beauty but what does Raian see in her and how did he get interested in her. He usually treats everything and everyone like objects.” thought Erioh to himself as he put a cold towel on your forehead.

“Yes she’ll be fine. Don't worry too much.” Spoke Erioh with a small smile as he patted Fusui’s head gently.

“Mmm…..what happened….where am I…oh my ginger snaps…..it wasn't a dream.” You say as you look at the ceiling where Erioh and Fusui’s faces looked down at you.

“.......what's going on?” You ask as you are still confused.

“I assume Raian hasn't told you where he was taking you?” Spoke Erioh with a heavy sigh.

“Raian? Who is Raian?” You ask puzzled.

“Raian Kure is the one who brought you here.” Spoke Erioh with a serious look.

“You mean the crazy primal bastard who carried me like a sack of rice over his shoulder. That's his name. Raian Kure?” You ask with a shocked look.

“Of course he doesn't tell her his name once he claims something it's his and nothing more.” Says Fusui shaking her head in disappointment at her older brother's communication skills.

“Oi! Oi! What's the deal? Why are you and Fusui here? I told you she's my wife now back off.” Replied Raian with a low growl.

You looked at Raian who towered over everyone. “Raian….why did you all of a sudden choose a wife? And why did you choose her?” Asked Erioh firmly.

“She has a nice plump ass and big tits that's why.” Replied Raian dryly.

“Something's not right here. There's something amiss here.” Replied Erioh with a firm tone as he continued to eye Raian suspiciously.

Rain walked towards you and lifted you up so you could stand. “What are you doing? Mm!” Your voice was muffled as Raian cupped your chin and kissed you firm and fierce as he pushed you up against the wall.

Erioh and Fusui looked on in shock. Fusui looked away and blushed. “Mmm…..*suck, suck.* Ah….mmm….” You moan softly into his mouth as he devours your mouth, saliva dripping down your chin. Raian holds the kiss longer than 5 minutes.

You were shocked at first but then you slowly melted into his kiss. No one had ever kissed you like that before, not even Kevin. You always had to make the first move but now it was the other way around and you couldn't say that you hated it. You liked the fact that his tongue fought with yours for dominance. He explored your mouth.

As soon as your lips parted making a popping sound a strand of saliva was connected to your mouths as he slowly kept parting from your lips. Raian continued to grin sinisterly.

Raian looked at his Grandfather with that menacing aura of his. “Does that prove it to you? Or do you need more evidence as to why I chose her?” Spoke Raian harshly as he pressed his body tighter to yours pushing you even tighter against the wall.

You put your hands on his chest because let's face it. You wanted to feel his pecks. “Um….I…mm!” He silences you with another wolfish kiss.

Erioh and Fusui begin to walk away leaving the two of you alone. Raian pulls back from kissing you. He slides his jacket off and pulls off his shirt.

“W-wait! We-we’re doing this….now….but we-”

“Shut up.” He says in a low firm gruff as he licks your plump lips and then bites down on your lower lip.

You let out a small moan and you begin to blush. “Holy cow….. he's super….. hot……and I don't mean by his body and looks…..I mean…..this man……knows what he wants and knows how to take it….. he knows how to please a woman like me…god….he gives me goosebumps…good goosebumps.” You think to yourself as you slide off your denim high waisted jeans that hugged your hips and hourglass figure perfectly revealing lacey pink cotton panties.

Raian slides his hand up your toned thigh squeezing it tightly as you slide off your long sleeved shirt. He wasted no time in ripping your bra off and letting your huge tits jiggle a bit. He growled and ripped your panties off too.

“Ah! No! My undergarments! They were my favorite! Woah!” You exclaim as he turns you around where you faced the table. Raian slipped off his pants and without warning he thrusted his huge bulge cock inside of your pussy from behind.

“OH! OH! OH! OOH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! OH GOD!!” You scream loud in pleasure as your eyes roll back while gripping the desk tightly digging your nails into it.

Raian has you pinned down to the desk with your huge tits squished and your big ass jiggled as he continues to fuck you primally from behind. The desk shakes, creaks, and groans with yours and Raian’s intensity.

Raian doesn't make any noise but he breathes heavily as he thrusts deeper into your core.

“Oh God….this feels amazing…..the thrill…the rush…..oh….so…good…..” you think to yourself as your face flushes with a lewd expression.

Raian grips your hips bruisingly tight as he thrusts relentlessly inside of you. “AH! AH! AH! RAIAN! AH AH AH AH!!!” You bellow and whimper in pleasure.

“I'm gonna tear this pussy apart. I’m going to claim this pussy as mine. No one else can have it but me! Ya here! Now say it! Who does this pussy belong to?” Raian growled in your ear.

“AH AH AH AH! OOOOH! YOURS! THIS PUSSY BELONGS TO YOU…..AH….RAIAN KURE!” You scream in pleasure as his thrusts get erratic and violent.

“THAT'S RIGHT SLUT! TAKE IT! TAKE ALL OF MY COCK!” He bellows and groans as he smacks your ass and leans his weight on you thrusting his pelvis against yours senseless.

“Mmm! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! It hurts so good! Yes! Ahhh!” You moan louder and scream at the top of your lungs.

Outside the whole Kure Clan gathered around the door as they could hear you screaming. They were very concerned. “We have to stop Raian or that woman won't make it!” Spoke Erioh firmly as he walked towards the door.

“Grandpa, wait! Raian chose her for a reason! So….give him a chance….let him finish….the ritual….if she survives….we accept her as his wife….if she doesn't……well……we'll givw her a proper funeral.” Replied Fusui as she tried to reason with her grandfather.

Erioh sighs and nods his head. He walks away. “AH! AH! AH! AH! YES! YES! AH! AAAAAAHHHH!” You shriek in pleasure as you cum on his softening cock in which he groans and growls releasing his huge hot cum deep inside of you. His cum oozed out of you as he cock was still inside of you.

“Ah…….that….was….Amazing.” you say with a satisfied expression.

But it seemed Raian wasn't done yet. He laid you roughly on the futon. You looked at hima little shocked. He lifted both of your legs up in the air in which you rested them on his shoulder. He thrusts roughly inside of you again this time in the breeding position in which his cock pounded deeper inside of you reaching all of the way to your cervix.

“I'm not done with you just yet bunny! That first one was a warm up! I'm just getting started!” Laughed Raian wickedly a she continues to pound into you animalistically.

To be continued: ......

Why can't I ever Get his hair right. Raian Kure WIP

I’ve always wondered what would be the Kengan men’s ideal type? Idk maybe someone has asked something similar to this but I’m just wondering…..lol

Muscle Heads: Ohma x Raian

Chapter 1: Shut up, Raian

“Oi brat, wake up.” A large fist rapped on the Japanese-styled door separating the man and his neighbor; the occupant still fast asleep on the other side. He waited impatiently for a few seconds before knocking again.

“Hey,” Ohma Tokita raised his voice this time, eye twitching slightly as the sound of Kure Raian’s intense snoring somehow increased in volume.

Noisy idiot.

It was the middle of the night, the only light illuminating the room was thin, slivers of silver moonshine slipping through the curtains. The lithe fighter had about all he could take from his neighbor’s incessant snoring, if it could even be called that. It sounded like a motor engine malfunctioning, dying down every now and again only to suddenly start back up. Raian woke him up three times already, three times in the last five hours, and at this point he was on the verge of throttling him in his sleep. 

As expected, Raian wasn’t exactly the quietest roommate, but it wasn’t exactly like he had much of a choice. The main Kure mansion was mostly full, with the only room left at the end of this hallway a joint room next to Raian. Ohma could guess why his room was the only one unoccupied. Raian, the troublemaker that he was, liked to train late at night, meaning midnight or after, and oftentimes Ohma could hear him smashing something at one in the damn morning, a peal of his familiar cackling laugh piercing his peaceful slumber. For the sake of the old man Erioh who let him live there without rent, he grit his teeth and bore with it. And boy was it hard sometimes.

There’s free food here, Ohma reminded himself. Free food and all the strong fighters anyone could wish for. 

The first day he had moved in after his surgery he had found Raian squatting and looming over him at three a.m., staring down at him with a silent, toothy grin on his face right next to his futon. Ohma never thought there would be anyone weirder than Kiryu Setsuna until then, and in a sleepy haze he threw a sloppy punch that Raian easily dodged. And then that fucker proceeded to jump out his window. In his defense, Ohma was still a bit woozy from the medication for his heart and wasn’t expecting Raian of all people to break into his room, otherwise he probably wouldn’t have missed his target. Karla he had expected, which was why he made sure everything was locked down before he went to bed. But somehow Raian had managed to get through the locks without a sound and then proceeded to leer at him like a stalker.

Regardless, Ohma had grown accustomed to his weird habits as he himself was not exactly normal. But these past two days Raian had begun snoring loudly and constantly, and he was at the end of his rope. Or else he wouldn’t be standing in front of the backdoor, freezing in the chilly winter night in nothing but his boxers.

Damn, Ohma growled as Raian let out a particularly loud rumble, opting to just break the lock and deal with him before he was sentenced to another sleepless night. 

The bolt snapped easily under the pressure of his hand, the door creaking softly as he slid it open, revealing Raian spread-eagle on his back in the middle of the room. Somehow the demon Kure had migrated from his bed to the floor during the night without waking up, mouth parted and drooling.

The wool blankets were strewn around him, tangled around his powerful legs and barely covering what Ohma assumed was his naked groin.

Really? During the winter? Ohma sighed.

He let out an irritated huff and padded towards the younger fighter, nearly tripping over multiple items thrown haphazardly on the floor. Nudging him with his foot, Raian just snorted and rolled over to the other side letting out a string of curses under his breath. Several prods later and he was still snoring soundly, and Ohma subtly wondered how he hadn’t been murdered in his sleep yet. The Kures had a lot of enemies, and he was sure Raian had even more than the average clan member.

“Hey wake up,” Ohma stooped down and shook his shoulders hard, finally waking up the resting boulder.

Apparently Raian wasn’t used to being woken up in the middle of the night, immediately lurching forward and pushing Ohma to the ground with a snarl. “What the fuck do you want bitch?”

“For you to stop snoring, moron,” Ohma squeezed the wrists that were holding him down, eye blazing and rearing for a fight.

“Oh yeah?” Raian taunted with a wide smirk on his face, applying more pressure to his grip and drawing out a growl.

Pulling his leg back, Ohma rammed it into Raian’s stomach and threw him across the room, sending slight tremors through the walls of the house from the force of his kick. It was a miracle none of the other Kures were woken by the racket, but then they were probably already used to whatever unholy sounds came from Raian’s room at night.

Barely fazed, said Kure lunged forward and met him halfway, locking hands and wrestling each other to the carpet with an audible crash.

They rolled across the floor, knocking over any furniture in the way and spitting insults that would make any sailor blush. Normally Ohma was relatively immune to threats and curses, but something about Raian made his temper short-circuit sometimes. Perhaps listening to him “snore” that loudly for over a week had done it.

Eventually, Raian was able to get the upper hand on Ohma, hard knees digging into his waist as he rocked his weight back on the other man’s thighs. His body weight kept him pressed down on the ground, though Ohma could have easily broken free. 

But he was feeling generous (tired) today.

Ohma was almost tempted to smack the sneer off his face, but he knew that would just escalate the fight. Honestly he was surprised the whole place hasn’t been demolished-excluding the fist-sized holes in the plaster-and waking up the entire neighborhood wasn’t exactly on his to-do list.

Just bear with it for now, Ohma thought grumpily. I’ll slap the shit outta him in the morning. Just you wait kid.

He had completely forgotten about Raian’s state of undress until he glanced down, suddenly bucking up his hips and trying to push him off. It wasn’t like Ohma cared much about nakedness, but he’d much rather not have a grown man sitting on his dick when he was only in his boxers. Especially not Kure Raian, who was fully naked like the weirdo he was.

“Get off and put some pants on dipshit!”

Raian’s grin grew impossibly wider and he stuck out his tongue, forcing Ohma back down with his ass. “What, does it bother you or something, you perverted fuck?” With a harsh bark of laughter he roughly ground down on Ohma making him hiss.

“Son of a bitch!” Ohma swore noisily and redoubled his efforts to escape, whipping his head back and forth. This was giving him serious flashbacks to Imai Cosmo. Except back then his adversary was thankfully clothed.

“Uncomfortable? Or just excited to see me?” Raian thrust his face close, making Ohma bang his head on the ground with a solid thump to avoid being headbutted.

“Motherfucker,” Ohma grunted and turned his head to the side, too tired to deal with his bullshit anymore. His eyelids felt heavy, he had barely slept the last two days after all, and training over eight hours a day definitely didn’t help.

For a moment the only sound in the room was their panting, and neither men moved. 

“Going to sleep already?” Raian’s breath was hot on his face, so close that Ohma could smell the scent of the udon he had for dinner mingled with a faint trace of sweat and cologne.

Cologne? Since when did Raian wear cologne?

“Back off, your breath stinks,” Ohma groaned and held a hand between them.

“Oh yeah, you fuck? How about a closer whiff?” Raian cackled.

“For fuck’s sake-” The rest of his sentence was abruptly cut short as Raian surged forward to collide their lips together, or at least tried to. A jolt of pain shot through Ohma’s mouth as their teeth clashed, the familiar metallic tang of blood on his tongue.

Raian latched onto his bottom lip with his teeth, biting down hard as Ohma moaned in pain. Grabbing his shoulders, Ohma tried once again to push him off, but Raian had his biceps in a vice grip and neither fighter was budging.

Fine then, if he wanted to play rough then so be it. 

Snarling, Ohma shifted his weight onto one side and rolled Raian under him with all his strength, placing him on top this time. It shocked the Kure enough to let him go-finally, he was about to chew through his lip, and damned if he had to answer questions the next morning.

“You mothefucker! You call that a damn kiss fucking brat?!” Ohma roared, blood spilling from his cut and dripping down his chin, where it splattered in crimson pools all over Raian’s chest.

“What, like you can do better you dumb virgin fuck!” He flung his head forward again, but this time Ohma was one step ahead of him and got there first, trying to force his tongue in his mouth.

The ensuing battle for dominance was nothing short of a gross mess with an excessive amount of spit and blood, but as Kengan fighters it was nothing compared to the battles they’ve experienced. As expected, neither gave an inch, at least not until Raian suddenly grabbed a fistful of his seaweed hair and gave it a vicious tug, strong enough to pull out a clump of dark brown strands.

“Fuck!” Using the opportunity to slip into his opponent’s mouth, Raian’s victory was short-lived as Ohma took the chance to exact retribution by sinking his teeth deep into his tongue. Huffing through his nose, Raian saw red as Ohma bit down even harder. 

Sharp stabs of pain shot through Ohma’s back as Raian dug his fingers hard into his muscles, which Ohma returned by jabbing as hard as he could into his bulging biceps.

White hot agony exploded behind Ohma’s eyes as the delinquent rammed a knee into his groin and his legs gave out, his forehead bashing against Raian’s upper lip. 

“That...was for the fucking tournament…” Raian wheezed between breaths, chest heaving with the other man still laying on top.

“Shut up...Raian…” Eyes shut tightly, Ohma could feel himself drifting away in the darkness, too tired to even bother getting off of him.

“...You weigh...like a goddamn truck.”

“Shitty brat,” Ohma’s voice was barely audible and he didn’t respond to the poke in his ribs that would have normally pissed him off. There was the soft sound of rustling as Raian shifted underneath him before falling still, hand relaxing on his shoulder.

Giving up trying to fight back the darkness threatening to engulf him, he let the sound of Raian’s quieting pants and warm body lull him to an easy, dreamless sleep. He could always beat him in the morning, after all. 

There was no more snoring for the rest of the night.

***

“What the hell?” In the doorway stood Kure Hollis and Reiichi, who were sent to find them after neither man showed up to breakfast.

“Should we wake them up?” Reiichi whispered. Raian twitched from his position on the ground, face scrunching momentarily but didn’t wake. 

“No, I don’t want to deal with waking up that devil Raian in the morning.”

“Why are they covered in blood? And why is he naked?”

“I don’t know, but don’t tell Karla.” Hollis sighed.

“Don’t tell me what?” Speak of the devil, and she shall arrive.

“Oh fuck.”

Muscle Heads: Ohma x Raian

Chapter 2: Off His Ass

“Raian that’s enough,” His sister, Fusui scolded angrily. “That’s like your thirteenth bottle.”

“Shut the fuck up, don’t tell me what to do!” Raian crowed loudly, smashing the bottle he had drained in seconds onto the ground and littering shards of glass everywhere. His sister let out a small ‘eep’ and danced away from the flying pieces, giving him a glare before Henzo pulled her away.

“Just leave him alone and he’ll be out like a light soon. Hopefully.” Henzo whispered. “Just don’t stir him up until then, okay?

“Fine,” Fusui groaned, eyeing distastefully at her brother who continued to cackle like a banshee.

“Alright who's next?” Raian waved another bottle in the air, but everyone else who had been willing to challenge him had collapsed in a near-alcohol induced coma on the ground. 

“Tch, pussies.” Raian sneered and stomped out the door of the Kure dining room, wandering about the garden in search of a good fight. His normally milky skin was flushed a light pink from the alcohol, and there was an uncertainty in his normally solid swagger as ambled around the massive yard.

The sharp sound of skin hitting stone reverberated through the crisp air, drawing the demon Kure’s attention away from his aimless walk and towards the more isolated part of the estate.

It was Ohma, practicing the Niko style against a pile of huge boulders. Sweat dripped off his bare chest, forming rivers that soaked into his baggy pants as he huffed in exertion. Still unaware of the other man’s presence over the noise of shattering stone, he went to grab another rock before a raspy voice made him freeze.

“What’s up, fucker?” 

A large, muscular arm dropped heavily across Ohma’s shoulders which he immediately pushed off.

“What the hell do you want Raian?” 

“Nothin’ much,” Raian sniggered and leaned closer, black scleras glinting maliciously in the dim light. “Wanna fight?”

“No, dumbass. Are you drunk?” Ohma wrinkled his nose at the overwhelming smell of wine on his breath. Great, as if a sober Raian wasn’t already a massive pain in the ass. “I’m not carrying you back to your room if you crash.”

“Try me, bitch.” 

The first punch knocked him back four feet, but Raian managed to stay upright, blinking rapidly to clear the dizziness in his head.

“Time to dominate!” Letting out a feral roar, Raian pounced. He beat down on his rival with wild animal strength, different from his normal-slightly more composed-Kure style. 

Despite the frenzied blows, Ohma had no problem dodging or blocking each one, though his arm began to throb soon enough under the intense barrage of attacks. If Raian had nothing else, he had brute strength enough to make any man tremble in fear. But Ohma was no normal man, and he had dealt with types like the hot-headed assassin before. Though they were much weaker at the very least.

“Hey, your old man might not be pleased with all the holes you’re leaving in the yard.” Ohma evaded a roundhouse kick and bounced back, gesturing at the substantial craters dotting the ground. “You’re ripping up all the grass.”

“Fuck that! Fight me Tokita, or are you too big of a pussy?!” His frustration with Ohma’s refusal for a real fight exploded into the form of hurling rocks like cannonballs.

Is this son of a bitch crazy? 

Ohma almost smacked himself at that thought as a human-sized boulder whizzed past his ear and battered right into the wall of the Kure manor. Raian was the definition of crazy, his face was probably plastered all over the dictionary page.

“RAIAN?! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING BOY?!” A shout halted Raian’s throwing spree momentarily, enough for Ohma to disarm him and put him into a headlock.

“We were just sparring old man,” Raian cackled, fingers prying at Ohma’s arm wrapped around his neck.

“No we were not.” Ohma started to peel his fingers out of his forearm. He had half a mind to break them. 

“I don’t care what you are doing, cease this racket immediately! I won’t tell you twice Raian,” Grandfather Erioh pointed at him with his cane. “And you, Ohma! Take him back to his room and watch him!”

Knowing better than to argue with the grandfather, Ohma begrudgingly led Raian back to his room tucked securely under his armpit. He was sure Raian could have broken out at any time, so why didn’t he?

Shaking his head, he knew better than to try to delve into Raian’s brain or else he would probably develop a migraine.

“Try not to destroy everything here, brat.” Ohma finally let him go after they reached his quarters, sliding the door shut before Raian could attack him again. During the five minute walk Raian had coughed and sneezed on him twice (he was starting to think he was doing it on purpose) as Ohma struggled to keep his large frame moving. He also thought it was fun to pinch his ass, hard. Snarling, Ohma slapped him in the face and opted for just dragging the drunk man by the arms, who went limp but continued to whine like a foul-mouthed child. 

Ohma had never wanted to murder someone so badly in his entire life.

After pulling the two-hundred-pound psychopath to his bed, Ohma was finally able to settle down in his own room,  keeping a keen ear out for him in case he decided to act up again. 

Hearing no sound from the other side, Ohma hesitantly let his eyes slip close for his daily image training. Ever since he began living with the Kures, more and more of them began slipping into his dream-battles. The three most common frequenters were always Reiichi, Hollis, and Raian. The latter slipped into his dreams the most, much to his displeasure. Dream Raian was just as annoying as the real Raian himself. 

And of course, today it was him who appeared once again. 

A loud crash seared through his concentration just as dream Raian opened his fat mouth, shocking Ohma onto his feet. He let out an irritated huff through his nose, clenching his teeth so hard they almost chipped as he yanked open the door. 

“Can’t you just settle down, you son of a bitch?” Ohma swore under his breath when he saw Raian sprawled out on the floor, reminiscent of a pale human-sized bear rug. He was almost tempted to just shut the door and pretend he didn’t see anything, but Raian had wedged his fingers into the floorboards and was in the process of peeling back the wood with a resounding snap.

Storming over, Ohma yanked his hand away only to be met with a slew of curses and a directionally-challenged fist that went straight through the floor.

“Do I need to tie you up, Raian?”

“Suck a cock, dumbass!”  

Raian suddenly reached out a hand to grab his ankle, pulling his body towards him and sending Ohma sliding on his ass as he knocked the back of his head against the floor. With surprising agility for someone that drunk, he hauled himself onto Ohma’s chest….and promptly threw up. 

It took a moment for the unfortunate man to process what had fully happened as Raian wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, sneering at him all the while. 

And then he snapped.

With a roar of rage Ohma slung Raian across the room with all the force he could muster and stormed out, bashing the door so hard that it flew off the hinges behind him as he walked stiffly to the restroom. He ripped off his clothes-they weren’t worth saving at that point-and angrily turned the shower knob all the way to the highest temperature. He wiped what was left of the vomit off his face and scrubbed his body with a rough sponge until it stung, silently cursing the old man Erioh and Raian the entire time.

Soon, the heat began to burn and Ohma was forced to exit before his skin turned a bright lobster red. Steam had overtaken the room, making it difficult to see as he blindly groped around for a towel. Therefore he was more than surprised when his foot landed on something hard and warm, something human.

“Fuck!” 

A yellowed rag was thrust in his face, making him flinch backward as Raian got up from the floor. He was so white that his body almost blended with the tiles in the steam.

Had he been there the entire time?

“Here.” Raian’s voice was raspier than usual as he dangled the cloth in front of Ohma’s face.

“What the hell is this?”

“Towel.”

“It’s filthy Raian,” Ohma scrunched his nose and pushed his arm away.

“Didn’t say it was clean.”

Sighing, he moved past him and grabbed a fresh one, eyes catching on the bright red droplets leading in a trail from the entrance. The tiny dots led to a small pool where Raian had been sitting, seeping slowly from a few cuts on his back when he had collided with the wall.

“Go take a shower, punk.”

“Ha! In your drea-” Ohma forced his head down, cutting off the rest of his sentence before walking him to the shower and shutting him in. He got dressed in record time and leaned his back against the door just as Raian attempted to crawl back out, abruptly ending his escape. There was a low curse as his face was once again introduced to the door.

“I’m not letting you out until you’re clean. You smell like shit-”

“Says who, you pig!”

“-and you’re getting blood everywhere.” He waited for a few seconds while the sounds of Raian’s heavy breathing was the only sound coming from the stall, and still no signs of any running water. A minute passed and there was still no movement from within.

“Do I have to do everything myself?!” Ohma snarled, opening the door and turning the water on cold. “Are you fucking five?!”

A hand twisted itself into his collar and wrenched him in, putting him in the direct line of the freezing water. His back arched instinctively to avoid it, unintentionally pressing himself into the body below.

Shivering uncontrollably, he fought to get Raian’s hands off him while simultaneously spinning the dial to warm, grinding his teeth to fight off the urge to strangle this man in the shower. 

When he moved to get off, the hands in his collar wouldn’t budge. “Let go Raian. Don’t make me tell you twice.”

“Why don’t you make me?” Raian mocked, still fully clothed. The white shirt he had been wearing, now stained pink with blood, turned transparent under the downpour, clinging tightly to his well-defined muscles. The blue jeans had turned dark and wet, emphasizing brawny calves and rock-hard thighs, leading up to a prominent bulge in his pants that Ohma was quite familiar with, courtesy of Kiryu Setsuna. But this however, felt different. (Excluding size differences)

Ohma tried not to stare, confusion evident in his expression. Why couldn’t he tear his eyes away? His brain told him to look away, but a more primal part of his body screamed otherwise. 

He couldn’t understand what that warm feeling was welling up inside his stomach, though it wasn’t particularly unpleasant, just...unfamiliar. 

It was puzzling when normally the only thing he had felt towards the devil of man was anger and exasperation, and the heat that usually came with those emotions were something of a different breed from what he was feeling right now.

“Remember Ohma, sometimes you just gotta throw your thoughts out the window and go for it, you know? Trust your gut, kid, and don’t think too hard or you’ll hurt yourself.”  Niko’s words bounced about in his head, echoing and gnawing away at any restraint he had left.

Fuck sensibility, Ohma growled, and Raian seemed to catch on. His gut had never led him wrong before, so there was no reason to deny it now. 

Surging forward Ohma latched his teeth onto his milky neck, instantly feeling a bright blossom of pain as Raian returned the bite with the same fervor. 

He was gonna need to take another shower.

***

“Were you guys fighting again last night?” Karla blinked at the multi-colored bruises peeking out from beneath Ohma’s collar during breakfast the next morning. Hollis spat out his food from the other side of the table and went into a coughing fit as Reiichi snickered behind his hand, half-heartedly slapping his cousin’s back in an attempt to dislodge the food. The rest of the Kures seemed to catch on too, most suddenly much more invested in their food or whispering into each other’s ears with mild giggling.

“...You could say that-” Ohma began only to have Raian obnoxiously butt in with a wide smirk on his face.

“That wasn’t what you said when you were on your knees last night!” 

There was a chorus of groans and wolf whistles as Ohma smacked Raian’s face into his mashed potatoes with a solid splat.

They were banished to sleep in the yard that night.

Muscle Heads: Ohma x Raian

Chapter 3: Naughty

Raian glanced at the sleeping form next to him, Ohma’s chest rising and falling with each deep breath. He was so completely oblivious to the world around him that it could almost be considered overconfidence. 

The fact that anyone would be so relaxed as to sleep in his presence made Raian’s hands itch, as if he hadn’t caused enough trouble already. After Ohma’s room was destroyed by a particularly wild training session in which the crazy Kure decided to hurl him headfirst through the drywall, Grandfather Erioh had punished them by forcing Raian to let Ohma sleep in his room. 

And Ohma of course, though not particularly happy about it, did not give much of a shit. Raian loved riling up types like him, to see how far he could push him before he snapped, yet Ohma was much more resilient than any other man he’s seen. Living on the Inside has taught him enough patience to last a lifetime, so it was only a *minor* inconvenience to deal with someone like Raian.

Raian usually slept with the curtains open. He liked keeping the windows open at night and wasn’t someone who cared about privacy anyways. If someone was stupid enough to attack him in his sleep then let them. It would just be like a lamb walking into the mouth of a lion, and Raian was not one to reject any extra violence that so willingly placed itself into his grasp. 

His room was flooded with a dull, silver light, the moon was partially obscured by thick clouds tonight. He could smell rain in the air. 

A wide beam almost lined up perfectly with Ohma’s sprawled form, highlighting the edges of his face and captivating the attention of his roommate. 

Damn bastard doesn’t even know how pretty he is, Raian thought snarkily. Guys like Ohma normally annoyed him to no end, but he was different. It was almost endearing how clueless he was to his own charms. Almost. 

Wait. Since when did he start thinking Ohma was handsome? He’s been nothing but a pain in his ass since he showed up. Raian could feel the growing frustration well up in his chest, and he was almost tempted to throw the sleeping figure out of his room. 

He hated the feeling of confusion that began to flood over his body. Being confused was for the weak and for the prey that he devoured without a second thought. He didn’t think about petty girl shit like that. 

But it was hard for him not to look, with the way his dark lashes hung over his eyes or how his wild hair framed his cheekbones. 

Against his own mind, Raian had scooted closer to him to catch a better glimpse, staring almost creepily at Ohma’s face in the dark. 

Tch! There’s nothing special about this asshole! Raian scoffed to himself. He forced himself to roll over to the other side, facing the wall and yanking the blanket over himself almost aggressively. 

Dumb fucker’s getting in my head. 

But he still couldn’t go to sleep, even with his eyes screwed shut he saw him in his mind clear as day. 

Unfortunately for Raian, his subconscious knew better and had already begun trying to make Ohma his a while ago.

He had bought that shitty cologne from that big fragrance superstore that made his nose burn, glaring so hard at the cashier who had checked him out it was a wonder she didn’t burst into flames right then and there. 

He had snatched the bag away, leaving the poor girl shaking and stomped the entire way home in a foul mood. The cologne he had offhandedly chosen (it had taken him almost thirty minutes, never again) had been some sharp, oaky forest scent that he didn’t really care for but could still withstand without wanting to drown himself in the bathtub. (It totally wasn’t because Ohma spent a large portion of his time in the forest or anything.)

It was just so that old man Erioh would stop getting on his ass after missions for smelling like shit, Raian had told himself. 

And he had started running his hand through his hair in the morning (because Raian had never heard of a comb before), and bought new, fancier clothes. Not that he didn’t already have a revolving door of new clothes from how often he ripped them up, but these were slightly nicer. Just slightly. 

Luckily the only ones who seemed to notice were Hollis and Reiichi as perceptive as they were, and they were both unwilling to poke the hornet’s nest by bringing it up to him. 

But thinking was never Raian’s strong suit, anyways. Things tend to get blown up and destroyed when he thought too hard. 

Snorting, Raian reached over his shoulder and flicked his face, watching as Ohma grunted and scrunched up his nose, but still remained fast asleep. He did it harder this time, only for his hand to be batted away like a fly.

Growling, the troublemaker almost considered punching him in the face if that bastard kept ignoring him, but as his eyes slid down Ohma’s exposed torso he had a better idea.

Raian reared back his arm, aimed, and slammed his open palm down right into Ohma’s hard stomach with an audible SMACK that was sure to wake up half the manor.

It did the trick, all right.

Neither Ohma nor Raian slept a wink that night, nor did the entire Kure Village who were kept awake by their wild brawling.

The house shook with the force of their fight, and all through the night one could hear Raian’s wild howling and the sound of thudding blows. 

Though some of the groans emitted from their quarters sounded suspiciously like something else…

Muscle Heads: Ohma x Raian

Chapter 4: FishFace

A resounding splash sent the sparkling trout flying away from where the hunter stood, grumbling angrily as another splash sent water cascading through the air.

"Will you stop that, you bastard?"

"And who's gonna fucking make me, huh?" Kure Raian laughed maniacally as he launched another huge boulder across the lake like he was chucking a bawling newborn. (Assuming that any mother would let him within twenty feet of their children.)

Ohma exhaled irritably as his partner continued flinging rocks and even a few trees like an over-hyper child, creating massive waves in the lake possibly just to annoy him and disrupt his fishing.

After ten minutes, he was sure that there were no fish nor any edible aquatic creature within a quarter mile. A vein throbbed on his temple but he was determined not to give Raian what he wanted, instead heatedly shuffling to a new location further away to fish in peace. The sound of water sloshing in the distance behind made Ohma ground his teeth so hard he felt something shift in his jaw. The black-eyed douchebag must have followed him, confirmed by the rock glancing his ear.

Rocks tumbled underfoot as Raian charged at him.

Without missing a beat, Ohma grabbed a large, green trout and whipped his arm around where he assumed Raian was running toward.

A wet, audible smack resonated through the forest as the fish met the pale cheek of Kure Raian at fifty miles an hour.

The forest went silent.

"You bastard did you just..." Raian stared in disbelief, almost not believing what had happened. The trout hung broken in half in Ohma's hand.

He had turned back around to face the river without a word as if he hadn't just bitch slapped the devil of the Kure clan with a fish.

Raian clenched and unclenched his fist, unsure of what to do. His brain had shortcircuited the moment the stupid thing had come in contact with his face. No one had ever been so bold and lived.

"Are you gonna keep standing there or what?" Ohma said without turning his head.

That seemed to release the trigger on whatever spell Raian had been trapped under and he lunged blindly at the broad back of the man sitting at the edge of the river.

Unfortunately for Raian, Ohma seemed to predict that move. He bent forward and Raian went flying over his head in a nosedive straight into the river. He spluttered in shock for a second before roaring in rage, a vein pulsating dangerously in his forehead.

In the second that Raian had been submerged, Ohma had disappeared to god knows where. He was one fast bastard.

Raian spent the next few hours prowling all up and down the riverbed, yelling insults at the top of his lungs until dusk began to fall.

Defeated, he eventually stormed back to the Kure Manor to go soothe his wounded pride. (Destroy something)

The rest of the Kure family sensing his silent seething rage as he entered scattered like bugs as Raian blew through the halls with the force of a category-five hurricane.

Unbeknownst to him, Ohma had long moved to one of the many rivers on the complete other side of the Kure territory to fish in peace where the echoes of his rage couldn't reach him.

                                                    ***

"What happened to your face?" Fusui stood on her tiptoes to get a closer look at the pink torpedo-shaped mark on his cheek.

"Nothing." Raian glared at the sushi that was set in front of him, made from the trout that Ohma had caught earlier that day. "I'll kill that fucking asshole."

Ohma was predictably absent that night. 

Muscle Heads: Ohma x Raian

Chapter 5: Meat Gazer

Raian had a bad habit. Well, he had a lot of bad habits but this one bothered Ohma the most. Not that he wasn’t used to seeing naked men of course, but like most of the other Kengan fighters he wasn’t particularly pleased when another man decided to stare at his dick when he was trying to take a piss. 

Unfortunately for him, Raian was a meat gazer. Not in a sexual way (most of the time), but he just really liked to fuck with people and through experience found that this was one of the most effective ways.

(Via military terms: A piss test observer to make sure you aren’t faking clean piss on a piss test, but often times they’re just trying to look at your dick because they like it. -VETTV)

Kure Raian was not beyond voyeurism. Frankly, nothing was beyond him. If it was nasty he was probably into it, with very few exceptions.

Rihito had already been an unfortunate victim.

When asked, the beefhead will vehemently deny that anything happened that fateful day in the Kengan tournament, but he could still feel Raian’s cold ass hands on his dick every now and then when he had to go to a public urinal. 

He had also developed a habit of fugitively looking over his shoulder every time he heard footsteps behind him in the bathroom. 

The first time Ohma had experienced it was on an early Spring morning shortly after he had moved into the Kure residence. 

He had still been woozy and exhausted from all the drugs they had pumped into his system for his heart surgery and was unusually mellowed, so the lapse in awareness wasn’t all his fault. 

The bright light of the bathroom burned his eyes, forcing him to squint and look away. The door was cracked open. A mistake he wouldn’t soon forget.

His fingers worked at the drawstring of his shorts, abnormally clumsy. Groaning, he turned off the lights after letting his shorts fall to his ankles, eyes hurting from the light. The only sliver of illumination came from the entrance.

Sighing, he felt his bladder slowly deflating as he began relieving himself.

Then he sensed it.

A dark, malicious presence, and a warm weight on his shoulder. Something rough and firm wrapped around his dick. 

Ohma’s eyes shot open, his reflection gazing back at him in shock through the mirror.

He wasn’t alone.

The low light was enough to highlight spiky, light-blond hair and broad, rolling shoulders. 

For a long second Ohma stood still, muscles tense like a spring on the verge of action as his brain struggled to catch up to his body. Black, glinting eyes flitted quickly from his cock to his face, then back to his still-pissing appendage. 

He was so casual about it that Ohma felt his brain short-circuiting. Is this bastard really…

A raspy chuckle finally broke him out of his stupor, and the static energy that had been festering inside him boiled over like a volcano. He flung his arm back, twisting his body as he tried to shove Raian off only to feel an intense tugging pain in his groin that made him groan through tightly clenched teeth. 

Raian hadn’t let go, and when Ohma tried bucking him off he had kept his death grip on his dick. Hissing, he did his best to pry Raian’s cold, clammy fingers off without accidentally clawing the now pulsating flesh. Whether it was from pain or pleasure he didn’t know and didn’t care to find out.

“What the hell is wrong with you, you shithead?!” Ohma roared, shoving the cackling devil to the ground and stomping on his chest. He felt a shred of satisfaction as Raian wheezed, though he seemed thoroughly unaffected by the blow. 

“Jus’ investigating,” Raian sneered up at him, shoving his leg off. 

Ohma barely had a chance to open his mouth before Raian barreled into him and out the door, laughing hysterically as if he just told the funniest joke he had ever heard. His head thudded painfully against the tile and the sound of clay splitting echoed in his ears. 

The door to the bathroom hung precariously on its broken hinges, and Ohma was helpless to do anything except lay staring at the ceiling in shock. His heart rate was elevated in a way that was vaguely worrying, but right now that was frankly the last thing on his mind. 

He was gonna pound that bastard straight to hell in the morning, but for now, he needed to find some ice for his dick.

Some Kure Raian icons from Kengan Ashura/Omega~

Feel free to use them ! ◝(●˙꒳˙●)