Gokusen Fan Fiction ❯ Yakuza Rapture ❯ Yakuza Rapture ( Chapter 1 )

Yakuza Rapture

By Rinseternalsoul

**Disclaimer: Gokusen is the creation of Kozueko Morimoto. I’m just a non-profit fanfiction author who adores the anime and manga, and loves to write smut.

Summary: Undercover PSIA officer Shin Sawada runs into some trouble that could cost him his life. Lucky for Shin, an old friend shows up just in time to save his ass.

A/N: I normally stick to Inuyasha fanfiction but this was dying to be written. I hope that you ShinKumi fans out there enjoy!

  This one-shot is dedicated to my friend and beta, Risa—a real life YanKumi.

'Damn.' There was no doubt about it; he had royally fucked up this time. No backup. No out. Hell, no one even knew where he was. The home office was aware of his proximity, but that wasn't going to help him out of this goddamned mess. It was only a matter of time before the big boss showed up and once he made it to the party, it was all over for Shin Sawada.

It was times like this that Shin wondered at his sanity. What in the hell had possessed him to pursue a career as a PSIA agent? He went to law school. He could have been anything—a lawyer, a judge, but noooo...he had to have the action and danger of the Public Security Investigation Agency. "Pah," Shin spat on the floor in disgust. He was obviously a fucking moron.

He pulled his head up, shaking off the heavy feeling settling in his neck, and glanced up to the heavy iron manacles wrapped so snuggly around his wrists. He gave a jerk on the thick chain connecting them to the ceiling just in case there was a weakness his captors might have missed. No such luck. The suspension held fast.

Who would have thought old man Saitou had a bondage fetish? Shin had lived within the Saitou compound for ten months without ever once seeing the inside of this kinky ass dungeon room. Obviously the bastard liked his sex rough. Just the thought made his goddamned skin crawl.

If he could just shift enough to scratch that itch on the side of his nose...fuck, impossible. Shin sighed dejectedly. When the Yakuza leader of the Saitou clan arrived, he probably wouldn't have a nose left to scratch. How had it come to this?

A year and a half ago, Shin had been given a national security assignment that could make or break his career. He was to infiltrate the Saitou clan and learn everything that he could about something referred to as 'Goat Cheese'. At the time, Shin had thought the term pretty damn funny. Now he wished like hell he had never heard it at all.

There was nothing funny at all about the code name 'Goat Cheese'. After insinuating himself in the clan, and pulling off several high level jobs, the oyabun made Shin one of his top ten men. It was only three months ago that he learned what code name 'Goat Cheese' really was—a new biological weapon that had the potential to kill thousands in one release. They termed it 'Goat Cheese' because in the final hours of the victim's lives, their face turned into a pale white mush. With that discovery, Shin had resolved never to eat cheese again.

The mission to uncover the truth behind the name did not end there. Shin had to learn much more than that. The potential for catastrophe was staggering. With a weapon of that magnitude, the relatively minor Yakuza group could rise to power, threatening the entire foundation of modern Japan. They had to be stopped.

Unfortunately, knowing that the Saitou group had a weapon of mass destruction and actually finding out where it was being kept were two totally different things. The oyabun, old man Saitou, was not forthcoming in handing over that vital piece of information. He guarded that well-kept secret much like he did his sixteen-year-old daughter's virgin pussy.

Where had he gone wrong? Well, Shin couldn't honestly pinpoint the exact moment that his cover was blown. Maybe it was when he snuck away from the teahouse down the street to call headquarters? Or it could have been when he crept into Saitou's private office to look for anything that might lead him to the deadly biological weapon, threatening anyone and everyone that he cared for. Had he been sloppy in his search? He didn't think so. He had been quick and thorough, but there was no denying that he had been caught.

He shook his head, sending tendrils of mahogany red tickling across his downcast brow. Yes. He had really fucked up. The whole of Japan was counting on him. Hell, the whole world if the truth was told, yet he had gotten himself caught. He was definitely a moron.

Staring at his bare, shackled feet, he wondered how much they would put him through before they finally killed him. It was pretty clear that they intended to do some damage since they stripped him of every piece of clothing before they left his ass chained in here. One glance at his flaccid pecker dangling between his widespread legs had him clenching his teeth in fear and anger.

Saitou was well known for torturing his enemies. Castration seemed to be a favorite among many other gruesome practices. It was a damned shame that he hadn't had sex in over a year. Hell, the last time wasn't even worth remembering. The stupid little bitch was so timid; she totally turned him off. Shit, if he had known he was going to lose his dick and die, he would have gone out last weekend and found a couple of hot chics to fuck for the night. Now it was too late. It was too late for everything.

Shin thought back to a face he hadn't seen in years. A welcome and familiar face that he used to dream about at night. Back in high school he would fantasize about reaching up and removing those gawky glasses before pulling the bindings loose that held those ridiculous pigtails in place. Yankumi. In those days he was just a kid—a kid with a crush on his teacher. Yankumi wasn't just any teacher though. She was a badass bitch. A Yakuza heiress in disguise. It was a secret that he kept close to him and had never revealed to anyone. He kept the truth of Kumiko Yamaguchi's identity as quiet as he did his feelings for her.

After leaving school, they stayed in touch for a while. She had pushed him to follow his desire of entering law school, and he would never think of letting her down. She had even come to his graduation ceremony. It was the first time he actually kissed her lips with his own. Shin snickered at the memory. The dumb broad had punched him in the gut. Yeah, he missed YanKumi. It had been at least two years since he talked to her.

It was a shame he would never get to kiss her again. He should have gotten up off the ground that day and lay one on her that she would never forget. Damn woman. Always was too tough for her own good.

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"Okay guys. I'm counting on you to go in there and show these bastards what happens when you mess with the Ooedo clan! Not only for us, but for everyone and everything that we care about! Those sons-of-bitches have their hands on a weapon that could kill everyone we love, and I for one intend to put a stop to it! Are you with me, men?!"

"Yeah! Yes! Get 'em!"

Kumiko smiled with wicked glee as all her followers shouted cheers of readiness. They were with her. She never doubted it for a minute. "Okay then, boys. Let's take these mother fuckers out!"

Kumiko led the way as three hundred members of her clan fell into position around the Saito compound. After hearing of the biological weapon they were holding, Kumiko knew that she had to take a stand. The Saito organization had been threatening the local small time crime syndicates, and recently went so far as to step up to several big bosses, including her grandfather. They flaunted their power as if they were indestructible, and for a relatively small group, that was a big fucking mistake.

You have to be alive in order to use a weapon. It doesn't matter how big or deadly it is.

The Saito guards on the outer perimeter were taken out in less than fifteen minutes. Her men were good at their jobs. Besides, they weren't expecting an all out attack of this magnitude.

It was also a benefit to have a couple of guys working on the inside.

In less than ten minutes, the main building was breached and the alarms were shut down. Her boys were working through the interior of the building now. The place was eerily quiet as her men used silencers and swords.

"Are you ready, Oujo?"

Kumiko nodded and looked to her side, meeting the familiar eyes of her mentor and friend. "Let's go, Kyo. It's time to put an end to this."

Kyotarou walked beside of her with Tetsu, Minoru, and Kuma flanking her back. Kuma was shaking in his boots since this was the first all out war he had been involved in since joining her gang. She glanced over her shoulder to make sure he hadn't pissed his pants. Sometimes she wondered what the hell she had been thinking hiring her old high school student into her gang. He did make some mean sweetbread though, and that had become an addiction that she wasn't willing to lose.

Kuma's big burly ass was following closely. He had his gun drawn and was surveying the grounds like a pro. Maybe she didn't give him enough credit? He might actually make a decent gangster someday.

Thirty minutes later, Kumiko had the displeasure of meeting old man Saitou face to face. Of course, the fucking bastard didn't have much to say at this point. The strip of tape over his mouth was helpful too.

The man was clearly terrified. In his late sixties, the wrinkled asshole was shaking in his socks. Obviously, he had been snatched out of bed. Kumiko stood in the main room of his house, showing all of her contempt in one lethal stare of brown eyes. Tonight, she had forgone her glasses, replacing them with contacts, which would be less likely to get in the way of her night vision goggles. The Ooedo clan was full of tradition, but high-tech is where it's at.

"So, Saitou, you think you and your pathetic thugs can strong-arm the Ooedo clan, huh?" Kumiko spat on the highly polished floor at the man's knees. Her disgust was evident and Saitou was now regretting his foolish moves. "No one messes with my grandfather. No one, you got that! Especially some two bit excuse for a oyabun like you! A real Yakuza would never dick around with biological warfare! That shit is fucked up! You not only threaten the lives of your enemies, but you also endanger the lives of innocent people!" Kumiko's voice dropped to a low threatening growl. "You make me sick."

Once she was finished with her spill, Kumiko gave a nod to Tetsu and Minoru. "Work him over until he tells us where the weapon is stashed."

"Uh, what do we do with him after that, Oujo?" The hulking Tetsu asked.

"Let me take care of him, Oujo! This bitch will pay for what he's done!" Kyotarou piped in furiously.

As much as she hated to do it, she didn't see much of a choice—better that no one was left to talk. "Fine, then. Do it, and make sure nobody can trace a thing."

"Hai, Oujo!"

Kumiko turned away from the sweating figure of the Saitou clan leader and headed outside. She needed some air. Unfortunately, she never even made it to the threshold when she was called back.

"Oujo!"

Kumiko turned to Kumai, who had been making a sweep of the building, making sure everything was clean before they disappeared. "What now?"

"Oujo, Kenta found something that you are gonna want to see."

"Is it the weapon?"

"Uh...no. No, it is more interesting than that." Kuma said with a chuckle.

"How the hell can you laugh at a time like this, and what the fuck could interest me more than that goddamned weapon?"

"Follow me and I'll show you."

Kumiko skirted around several dead bodies as Kuma lead her through the house. When they reached what appeared to be the master bedroom, he motioned for her to come in. Two of her men were standing inside the room, and Kuma walked over to a sliding door that looked like an everyday storage closet. When he slid the door open, she heard a voice that she hadn't heard in a long damn time.

"Kuma! You fucking bastard! Get in here and let me go! I don't know what the fuck you're doing here, but if you don't get me down I'm gonna kick your ass whenever I do get loose! KUMA!"

"Oh fuck," Kumiko whispered. She looked up to the snickering face of her old high school student with the question of the hour shining in her eyes. "Is that...Sawada?"

Kuma laughed. "Sure as hell is. They got that dumbass chained up down there. Looks like he was fixing to get carved up good until we come along."

A low whistle left her lips. "Well I'll be damned. Stay here and guard the door. No one comes in until I say so."

"Hai, Yankumi," Kuma grunted. She shook her head. The boy still refused to give up class 3-D's pet name for her.

Kumiko entered the narrow walkway that ended at a steep set of stairs. There were sconces on the walls lighting her path as she made her way deeper into the hidden room. She could tell that she was underground now. The temperature had dropped several degrees. When she made it to the end of the steps, she looked around in amazement. 'Goddamn that old man is a fucking hentai!'

The room was dimly lit and littered with all sorts of torture racks and unusual devices. The walls were covered in whips and ropes hanging neatly from hooks as if they were waiting anxiously to be used. There were tables and chairs with places to bind the wrists and feet. Hell, he even had a big futon over to the side. She supposed that was for when he got tired of playing games.

Her eyes immediately went to the center attraction. Shin Sawada was cursing and jerking on his chains. She drew in a breath of appreciation as her eyes roamed over his tall lean body, stripped completely naked for her viewing pleasure. 'Shit.' That boy sure had filled out in these last few years. Gone was the lanky form of a teenager and in its place was the roped muscles of a man. As he strained against his bonds, she could see the pull of them across his back. His tight ass was perfectly rounded with just enough muscle to let a woman know that he was all man.

"Mmm," What do we have here?"

At her voice, Shin stopped cursing Kuma and stiffened. He tried to look over his shoulder but couldn't quiet see her from where she was standing.

"Who's there?!" He snapped angrily.

Kumiko took the last step and walked slowly over to her prize. "Well, well, if it isn't agent Sawada. Looks like you got yourself into a shit load of trouble."

Shin knew that voice. He was almost positive. It couldn't be, though, could it? He tried again to look over his shoulder, but the damned woman was standing directly behind him, keeping herself hidden from view. "I'm getting sick of this. Let me go, goddamn it!"

"I don't know...I kind of like seeing you like this Sawada." Kumiko murmured close to his ear. It was true. She did like seeing Shin all trussed up and helpless. It was doing something unexpected to her insides. A heat was building down low in her pussy and her breasts were beginning to ache. She had never played these kinds of games before, but maybe she should consider it since it turned her on this easily.

Kumiko reached out and lightly traced her hand over the smooth male shoulder with muscles drawn so tight. Shin hissed at the initial contact and tried to pull away. She laughed. "I don't believe you will be able to get away that easily, boy."

Shin was panting now, as the small feminine hand traced slowly down his spine, not stopping until it slipped over the crack of his ass. It was her. It had to be.

"Yamaguchi?"

"Long time no see, Sawada. I guess I've saved your ass once again, huh?"

Shin tried to think above the sensations rippling through his body from her touch. Her voice had gone all throaty, deep and sexy while her hands continued to play an erotic tune over his backside. Gods...she was kneading his ass!

"What the fuck are you doing, Yankumi?"

"What does it feel like, Shin? I'm rubbing your ass."

"This isn't like you."

Kumiko snickered and gave both cheeks a hard squeeze. "And how do you know what I'm like when I'm turned on?"

"Gods...Yamaguchi, you...you've gotta stop."

Kumiko stepped around to the front of him, looking up into his eyes. "Why? Why should I stop, Shin?"

Shin shook the loose hair back that was hanging in his eyes. There she was. Kumiko Yamaguchi. High school teacher and heiress to the Ooeda clan. What were the fucking chances that she would show up to save his ass? Pretty low, he was sure. He allowed his eyes to roam her face. She was older now, but damn she looked good—even better than she did when he was in high school.

In fact, this YanKumi was enough to make him hard as a rock. Her tight little body was wrapped up in a black leather cat suit that made him want to peel it off. Obviously, her boys had come here to take Saitou and his goons down. Kuma had been dressed in black threads also and so was the guy with him.

"What are you doing here, woman?"

"I could ask you the same. No. Let me guess. Special Agent Shin Sawada was sent to infiltrate the Saitou clan and discover the location of code name 'Goat Cheese'.

Shin's eyes went wide with surprise. "How the hell do you know that?"

Kumiko chuckled. "It's my job to know, idiot. Besides, Saitou made the mistake of making some threats to people that don't like to be threatened."

He hated to know that she had caught him in this position, but he couldn't say that he wasn't damned glad to see her. "I'm glad you came when you did. My time was almost up. Have you found the weapon yet?"

"No, but we will. My guys are working on it right now."

Shin didn't ask how, or what had happened to Saitou. It all seemed pretty irrelevant at this point.

Kumiko couldn't resist the pull any longer. Her eyes wanted to explore and her hands itched to touch all that lean muscle stretched out for her personal use. She looked away from his eyes and followed the sculpted line of his jaw, down his neck and to his wide chest, chiseled just the way she liked a man. It was obvious that agent Sawada worked out regularly. He was not heavily muscled like those hulking meatheads down at the gym, but he had a sleek definition to his body that spoke of great care.

His stomach was a girl's wet dream, with delicious washboard abs that were enhanced by the slight indention of his pelvic bones. Narrow hips topped thick muscular thighs that were clearly worked for top performance in martial arts. It was what he was sporting at the top of those thighs that held her full attention. His cock was semi-hard, long and thick, even in its quasi-flaccid state.

"Yamaguchi, what the hell are you staring at?" The longer she looked at him, the more his dick throbbed. His balls were drawing up tight just from the fascinated glint in her eyes.

Without removing her attention from the quickly stiffening piece of meat, Kumiko cleared her throat and answered. "I'm watching you get hard right before my eyes." Faintly she registered that it didn't even sound like her voice. She sure as hell didn't feel like herself right now, so that was not so unexpected after all. "Is it hot in here?"

Shin chuckled, and his cock twitched. "You know, Yamaguchi, if I didn't know better, I'd think you wanted to fuck me."

That got her attention. Kumiko looked up and met his eyes. He was surprised that she didn't blush furiously and turn away. Then again, she had just been feeling up his ass a few minutes ago.

She stared at him and what he saw reflected in her big, brown, doe eyes was enough to send the remaining blood from his brain and straight into his cock. Now he was almost as hard as when her hands had first touched his ass. Just watching the heat of lust darkening her eyes and making her lids slip to half-mast, made him ache with need. He noticed his breaths were coming quicker, more shallow. His nuts were throbbing. He wanted her to touch him so goddamned bad.

When she reached out, his breath stuck in his throat. The closer she came, the better he could feel the invisible connection caressing him. And when she finally put her hand on his chest, the explosion of sensation was enough to knock him for a loop. It was her next words that sent that breath he was holding rushing from his chest as if he had been punched in the gut.

"Maybe...I do."

She looked up at him again, and Shin could see the desire in her eyes. Her cheeks were blushed with the heat of her need. He snatched at the chains, trying to get free, trying to get to her, but the fucking things wouldn't give. "Get me down. Now."

His voice was demanding and the overwhelming lust he felt was enough to drive him insane. She wanted him. Well, he had been wanting her for fucking years. "I mean it, woman. Find the key, and let me down from here."

Kumiko liked this forceful side of Shin. He was so intense. He knew what he wanted and he wanted it now. Fortunately for her, he was chained up and at her command. "I don't think so. Not yet, anyway."

"What the fuck? Bitch, get me down from here."

"Or what?" Kumiko laughed. "I think I have the upper hand this time, Shin."

She reached out and placed the palms of both hands against his chest. She moved them slowly over his taught muscles, enjoying the tiny quiver as she traced his warm flesh.

"You're playing with fire, YanKumi."

She looked up with a smirk and replied, "Well, let it burn, Sawada."

Without another word her right hand left his chest and wrapped firmly around his swollen cock. He gasped and when she squeezed, he thought he might actually shoot off in her hand. She moved her fist over him, palming the thick purple knob at the top. He was so fucking hard; he was having trouble thinking clearly. All he wanted was to throw her down and slam his length into her until she screamed his name.

"Gods..." he moaned as she continued to pump him. She pinched his nipple with her free hand, wringing out a deep grunt from the combined sensations.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time."

Shin cracked his eyes open to look at her. She was beautiful. A little demoness in disguise. Who would have thought that his homeroom teacher could be such a wildcat beneath her prim and proper pose?

"Fuck, woman. You are killing me."

"Yeah, well die, bitch, because I'm far from through with you."

If Shin didn't know better, that sounded a little ominous. His heart skipped a beat and he felt a slight curl of fear creeping into his belly. What exactly did she mean by that?

His answer came when she released him. His hips arced out, as if begging for her to reconsider. He felt slightly ashamed at his eagerness for her touch. With narrowed eyes he watched as she walked over to the wall and began looking over the contents with an interest that was unnerving. "Hey...what the fuck are you doing over there? Come on Yamaguchi, just let me go."

Kumiko reached up, tiptoeing to grab the dark purple whip at the top. It was excellently crafted with nine braided leather strips tipped with shiny little plastic beads tied to the ends. She flipped it over her palm and gasped at the sting. Oh yeah. This was perfect.

Kumiko turned around with a wicked grin. "You've been a bad boy, Shin Sawada. Teacher is going to have to punish you now."

"No! Absolutely not. Yamaguchi, I want you to find that fucking key and let me down!" Shin's heart was racing, but his cock seemed to find this unusually intriguing because the stupid thing didn't shrink like it should in the face of torture. It only swelled.

Kumiko chuckled and slapped the whip against her leather-clad leg. "I think you want it, Shin. I think you need this." She looked his splayed body over, lingering on the chest and slithering down to his raging hard on. The smile on her face widened, and she looked up to meet his gaze. "Oh yeah, baby. I think you want it bad."

The first strike of the whip snatched the breath from his lungs. The long leather strands stung, but the snap of the beads hitting his naked flesh served to spike the pain. "Fuck!" He growled.

She hit him again, moving her strike zone from his hip to his thigh. The red welts left behind only stirred her passion for more. Kumiko pulled her arm back and let loose another blow.

"Stop, bitch!"

"Aw...now you have insulted me again." Kumiko chuckled low. "I suppose I will have to teach you a lesson." She circled him, enjoying his fast panting breaths and his tense body. She released another lash of her whip over that tight little ass. Shin cried out, and she felt the wet heat of arousal building at her core. "God. This is making me wet," She mumbled.

"Please, YanKumi. Let me go. I swear to you, I will fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

"Sounds tempting, but I'm not finished playing just yet."

Another slap to the whip across his ass had Shin arching his entire body forward. The shackles on his legs made it impossible to move, but his hips tried their best to clear a path. "Shit!"

Her warm hand was suddenly on him, slowly soothing the sting. Then, without warning, her hand was replaced by soft wet lips. Shin groaned aloud as she kissed away the hurt from his over-sensitized flesh. Her soft little tongue swept out, licking a trail over his backside and causing his dick to nearly burst. Shin wasn't sure how much more of her torment he could stand.

Those lips didn't stop at the fleshy rump. They continued to travel to the slit of his ass, and Shin nearly shot his load when her sweet little tongue flicked out to prod the tight entrance that no one had ever touched before. "Goddamn, woman! That...that feels...damn." He couldn't make a coherent thought, much less form the words. She continued to poke and lick, teasing his puckered hole with her talented little tongue. It was a sensation that he had never felt before, but one he decided that he liked very much.

"Yeah, baby...that's so good."

When she pulled away, he released a breath of relief mingled with regret, but the moment didn't last as he felt that same tongue sweep over the backside of his aching balls. "Oh...baby," Shin groaned.

Again, she pulled away, and this time he watched as she crawled around his legs like a sleek predator searching for prey. He felt a shiver race over his body and wondered what she would surprise him with next.

Kumiko looked up at Shin from her position kneeling between his wide spread legs. He was literally trembling with passion, and the heat in his eyes was enough to burn her alive. She smiled at him and then leaned forward, grasping the hard length of his thickly swollen cock. His breath left him in a rush. She squeezed it tightly and released it before pumping it slowly with her hand. She leaned forward and rubbed her cheek against the smooth, soft texture of his tightly stretched skin, marveling at how something so hard and stiff could still be so soft. Her hands sought out his hanging sac, finding them drawn up tight to his body.

He was so ready to explode!

"Hold on, Shin. You can't come until I say so."

She leaned forward and slipped her tongue out, lapping once at the plum shaped head. As an afterthought, she slipped the tip into the tiny little slit at the top, teasing it before pulling back. Kumiko looked up again, only to find that Shin's head was tossed back and his jaw was clenched tight. He obviously enjoyed that little taste very much. She softly blew on the slick surface and heard him groan. The sound was so feral that it sent heat pulsing erotically to her already drenched core.

"God, YanKumi. Quit teasing me! Put it in your mouth!"

She snickered, enjoying his anxious tension, but eager to proceed. She licked her lips, and opened her mouth wide. She sucked him in deep, moving her tongue over the flared head and tracing the thick veins all the way down.

Her wet mouth was so fucking hot that Shin had to fight the urge to come. Her words came back to him, though. She had forbid him to let go. He clenched his teeth so tightly that he thought they might crack from the pressure. He bent his head to watch, finding it the most heavenly sight that he had ever witnessed—Kumiko Yamaguchi, on her knees, sucking his cock between those sweet lips. Damn, life was good.

Her mouth moved over him like a hot moist pulsing thing. Her fleshy little tongue stroked him, teasing him in all the right spots. While one hand pumped the length that her mouth couldn't handle, the other was busy softly caressing his balls. The ghosting of her fingertips against his inner thighs was nearly as sensational as her silky hair rubbing against his hip. When she slipped her hand back and traced over the seam leading from his balls to his ass, he was in heaven. And when that wet little finger didn't stop, slipping over his virgin hole, teasing it before pressing slowly in, he released a bellow fueled by his raging desire to fuck her into oblivion.

"Fuck! Oh...my fucking God!"

She sucked him and fucked him with her finger until he was delirious with the need to come. "Stop, you crazy ass woman! I...can't hold it much longer..."

His breaths were erratic and his eyes swimming with lust. Kumiko slipped her finger from his ass and smiled at his soft grunt. She stood up and walked back to the wall, tossing the whip on the hook and reaching over to the little velvet lined bowl sitting on the low shelf nearby. The key to his bonds was laying in it. She picked it up and turned around with a wicked smile.

"Time for my student to take a test. Let's see how much you've learned."

Shin's heart was beating so frantically that he wondered why it hadn't exploded from his chest. His hands clenched and re-clenched with eagerness to be released. He could practically feel her skin already. Good God, he had nearly drooled. He gave a harsh swallow of the saliva built up and said, "Hurry up, Yamaguchi. I want to fuck you so damned bad."

"Shin," Kumiko laughed, "you have such a way with words."

"Yeah, whatever. I'll show you what I have a way with once I get down from here."

Kumiko reached up to unleash her beast, but paused just before slipping the key into the lock. Suddenly she was feeling a bit shy. Why was that? Why now, after all that she had done so far? Could it be that she was relinquishing her power? By setting him free, he would have the upper hand.

Against her ear, his breath rushed over her in a growl. "Whatever you are thinking, stop. Let me go. I've had enough of this. I want to touch you. I want to kiss you all over. I want to put my cock so deep in your pussy that my name will be branded on your womb. Let me go, Yamaguchi. I need you."

His words, spoken so sternly against her ear sent a bevy of chill bumps racing over her body. The lust in his voice stirred her passion to new depths. She had to have him. Control be damned!

The lock clicked and his arm was free. He didn't wait for her to release his other arm before he reached out and pulled her hard against him. His head swept down and his mouth captured hers, devouring her in a kiss that seared her very soul. Forcefully, his tongue swept into her mouth, invading her moist heat with conquering demand. She groaned and rubbed against him and he returned the motion, grinding his hard length into her body.

Finally, he pulled back, leaving them both gasping for air, panting with trembling desire. His forehead rest briefly against hers as he cradled the back of her head in his hand. "God, you make me crazy." He whispered against her lips, before delving into her depths once more. At last, he pulled away and snatched the key from her hand. In seconds he had both hands free and was bent over working on his legs. Kumiko watched as he stepped out of his bonds and stretched his muscles, even popping his neck.

At once his eyes fell on her and she took a step back. This was no longer the boy that she taught in high school. This was a man intent on claiming her in the most basic of ways. She took another step back, feeling a little intimidated beneath that darkly intense stare. She blinked, and he was on her, kissing her, taking from her everything that he needs.

His hands worked the black suit from her body within minutes and at last she felt the press of his naked flesh against her own. It was maddening and exhilarating as his hardness molded to the soft contours of her body. She wanted more—needed more.

Shin maneuvered her to the futon and pressed her back into the cushions. He settled over her and she felt consumed by his strength, helpless to his desires. "Shin..."

"My turn," he grinned.

His mouth swept down for a kiss that left her delirious and winded before he traveled to her jaw, leaving open mouthed kisses in his wake. He licked at her collarbone and traced feather-light kisses over her chest until he reached her breast. One large hand clamped down on her left breast and the other caught the right. He watched her expression as she gasped in pleasure. "A nice handful, Yamaguchi. You have beautiful tits. "

She mouthed a thank-you that never quite made it out as he sucked one taught peak deep into his mouth. "Oh..."

Shin continued to suckle her breast, nipping at the engorged little bud at the tip, all the while pinching and tweaking her other nipple with his strong, nimble fingers. She tasted like heaven and he couldn't seem to get enough. Her lean body twisted and arched beneath him as he continued to tease and torment, loving the soft moans and tiny grunts as she shifted restlessly from his sensual assault.

God, her body was everything that he dreamed of. Shin traced a path over the smooth curves, slowly committing every surface to memory. She was all sleek muscle and warm scented flesh. His cock throbbed with anticipation.

Kumiko groaned as Shin's big, rough hands continued to torment her while his mouth voraciously devoured her breasts. Her hands were tightly wrapped in his amazingly soft hair as she desperately clutched him against her body. The heat was building, driving her insane. This man had always had such an affect on her. Shin and insanity walked hand in hand.

"God, that feels so fucking good," she murmured as he popped a nipple from his hot mouth and began a teasing path down to the sensitive undersides of each plump mound of flesh. Her pelvis was moving wantonly with the sensations he was generating. She was helpless to control it and she really didn't want to. It felt good to let go. This was what she had wanted for so long—needed for so damn long. "Yessss..." she hissed as he nipped at the tight skin over her ribs. He answered with a low growl of pleasure then lightly bit her again.

Kumiko was growing so wet. Her pussy positively ached with need. She could feel the slick moisture spilling from her body. She wanted him to touch her there. His hand was so close, gently rubbing her inner thigh. She groaned from the need riding her so harshly, arching upward, trying to entice him toward her heat. Shin chuckled knowingly, and Kumiko had to fight the urge to pop him upside his thick head.

"What is it you want, YanKumi?" he teased. "Do you want this?" Following his huskily muttered question, Shin lightly brushed his finger against her slit. Pleasure shot through her body like a brand, but it still was not enough. The touch was too light. She wanted more. A whole lot more.

"Harder," she shamelessly begged.

"Like this?" he whispered against the smooth skin of her stomach before slipping one finger between the lips of her cleft, grazing her clit and making her cry out.

"Yes! More...please, Shin. More..."

He stopped teasing her then and began to stroke her pearl with fervor. She could not contain the myriad of sensations burning in her body from his expertly rendered touch. "Oh God, that's it! Yes...don't stop...I'm so close."

"Then let me send you flying, babe."

He pushed one long thick finger deep inside her, and the sweet pressure of his entry was the catalyst that wrought her eruption. Kumiko cried out as the most intense orgasm of her entire life washed over her in a flood of warmth and light.

Shin grinned against her hip, still licking and tasting her smooth skin, while she rocked and convulsed against him. Her tight heat clenched around his finger. Fuck, he couldn't wait to get inside of her—feel that slick warmth stroking against his dick. "Yeah, baby, that's it. Come for me. Damn, you are one sexy bitch."

"Ah...God," Kumiko grunted as her body began to calm. The profound heat gradually began to fade, and yet he continued to slowly pump that delightful digit inside of her. She had barely enough time to catch her breath before his mouth closed over her clit. Her entire body arched up and she screamed his name. Her hands wedged into his hair, pulling and pushing, unable to decide what her body needed or wanted more, to get away or get closer.

"Oh, what...are you doing...to me?" The sensations so soon after the last blinding orgasm were almost too much to bear. Her body was wild beneath him, and he was forced to hold her hips down with his hands. He devoured her. His mouth sucking and his tongue flicking over her sensitive flesh. She crooned when he chuckled at her question; the vibrations nearly making her go over the edge.

"Sampling this fine pussy," Shin arrogantly replied." She tasted amazing. He always knew she would. He inhaled her feminine musk and groaned. He could feel the fluid leaking from the slit of his dick. He wanted her. He wanted her now.

Shin released her folds and moved his hips between her spread thighs. Kumiko watched him as he prepared to take her, the heat in his eyes burning her alive. He looked hungry, like he would consume her body and soul, and knowing Shin as she did, it was a distinct possibility that he just might. He could have it, she decided. 'If he can make me feel like this, then God, he can take anything, everything that he wants.'

"Are you ready, Yamaguchi?" Shin asked in a deep hot voice. Her eyes locked onto his and her breath quickened when he said, "I'm going to fuck you now. I've wanted this for so long."

All she could manage was a nod of her head. It was enough. His lean hips surged forth, burying his thick length deep inside of her. "Ahhh!" Fuck, he felt so good!

Shin threw back his head and groaned. He clenched his teeth against the urge to come. It would be damned embarrassing to squirt like a schoolboy. It was fucking hard to hold it though. The heat was unbelievable and her inner muscles were massaging his cock in a marvelous way. He was sure that he had never felt anyone so goddamned tight. "Fuck yeah! You feel amazing, babe!"

"Mmm, more...Shin, I want more."

He tried to get a handle on it. He focused on his breathing and finally got it under control. He looked down—her flushed cheeks and bedroom eyes—the sexiest thing he had ever seen. "Yeah, babe. I've got what you need." He shifted and pulled out, watching her face as he snapped his hips and plunged back in. She was beautiful taking her pleasure. The feelings racing through his mind and body were overwhelming in their intensity. This is where he belonged.

Kumiko had never experienced such unadulterated pleasure. His hips rocked into her, driving that big shaft deep into her body and setting off fireworks in her blood. It was the most astounding moment of her life. This was what sex was meant to be. This was what made people go insane with love.

"Yes! Oh...I feel...it!" She positively burned inside. The heat of her impending orgasm spiraled up and out of control, rising from the pit of her belly like a warrior bent on conquest, spreading and taking over. She screamed Shin's name as her body erupted with the ultimate release. Her eyes rolled back and she began to convulse.

Shin grunted and began slamming his cock into her tight heat like a madman. Over and over, their bodies came together until he finally tossed his head, arched his back, and shouted her name. He could feel the burn of semen pushing from his body, erupting like lava from the tip and spraying her womb. With his release went the last of his strength and he collapsed over her in a panting, boneless heap.

When his heart began to feel like it would stay in his body and he could breathe without wheezing, Shin pushed up and looked into her eyes. "That was...fucking awesome."

Kumiko chuckled and playfully punched at his sweaty chest. "Yeah. It was."

Her laughter resulted in the clenching of inner muscles against his sensitive, softening member. Shin grunted and leaned his forehead against hers for a moment, breathing through the sensation. "You are really, something. You know that?" He then shifted, slipping from her body even as he took possession of her mouth in a deep, soul-shattering kiss. When he pulled away, the two of them were breathless once again. He held her gaze, wondering what she was thinking and if she felt as blown away as he did.

"I don't suppose a Yakuza heiress like you would consider going out with a copper like me?"

His question made her giggle. Shin grinned at the reaction. He made YanKumi giggle!

"I suppose she might consider it. Especially if he promised to let her tie him up again."

His eyes grew wide and then turned dark and hungry again. "You liked that, didn't you?"

"Maybe."

He laughed and nuzzled her neck. "Fine then. If you will let me see you again, I promise you can do anything you want to me."

"Deal." Kumiko agreed, grinning wickedly.

"For some reason, I feel like I just made a deal with the devil."

The Mafia princess only shrugged and winked. "Perhaps you did."

A week later...

Kumiko sat on her big fluffy chair and reading aloud the remainder of Shin's commendation letter from the Japanese Prime Minister, Shinzo Abe. "Thanks to agent Sawada of the Public Security Investigation Agency, the weapon has been recovered and carefully disposed of by the Bureau for Hazardous Materials Containment. Agent Sawada was instrumental in the recovery of project 'Goat Cheese'." And she playfully added, "Though oddly he could offer no information on the persons responsible for the deaths of nearly every gang member related to the Saitou group..."

"I've heard enough of that."

Kumiko looked up from the paper with a frown—one sleek brow drawn up over her glasses in warning. She laid the document aside and stood up, looking her naked captive over slowly—from head to foot. "Do I need to gag you again, agent Sawada?"

Shin grinned and looked down at his throbbing, erect, cock. "Come here, babe. I would rather gag you."

Kumiko chuckled and reached out to grab her newly acquired cat-o-nine-tails whip. It looked like her student was in need of another lesson. God, she positively lived to teach!

: ) The End!

A/N: If you are interested in the Gokusen Manga, Anime and/or Drama stop by the Whip of Love – ShinKumi Shrine, which is dedicated to the Shin and Kumiko pairing. www.http://animejb.net/shinkumi/

Risa was sweet enough to send me the whole DVD anime collection of Gokusen as my birthday present, and I fell in love with it just like she did. So if you haven't seen it before, check it out. I'm sure that you will love it too!

Thanks, Risa, for being such a great friend. I've never met anyone like you before. You have enriched my life. Your giving nature never ceases to astound me and your laughter never fails to make me smile. I hope that you enjoyed this ShinKumi one-shot and remember, I wrote this just for you.