Katagawa Pleasure Pit

Katagawa rolled his eyes. "You're not my type either. Doesn't matter. We can close our eyes."

They both knew Katagawa would just be thinking of Rhys anyway. Troy had some weird bullshit going on with Tyreen, so Katagawa doubted he'd be fully present either. He didn't give a shit. Troy was right there, skinny enough that Katagawa could push him down and maybe it would feed just a tiny bit of the void inside him constantly aching for Rhys.

His hand went to Troy's throat and squeezed briefly, but didn't stay there. Instead he grabbed Troy's chin and yanked his head up, so Katagawa had better access. He shoved his tongue as deep into his mouth as he could. While he was exploring Troy's molars with his tongue, it became apparent that Troy was missing a tooth on one side and Katagawa broke the kiss, suddenly remembering it wasn't really Rhys.

He was hard as hell by now, though, and couldn't bear to let the fantasy fall apart. He quickly moved to a different part of Troy's body. His hands were shaking with impatience as he carefully unbuttoned the shirt, but it was Rhys's, so he couldn't ruin it. After about two buttons, he gave up and shoved his hands under the shirt instead. He dug his nails into Troy's stomach and chest and raked them across the skin. His mouth went to his neck again--Rhys's neck was so sensitive--and he began to bite the second his lips touched skin. He imagined the mark it would have left on Rhys's slender neck. He didn't really care what marks he left on Troy.

Katagawa rolled his eyes. "You're not my type either. Doesn't matter. We can close our eyes."

They both knew Katagawa would just be thinking of Rhys anyway. Troy had some weird bullshit going on with Tyreen, so Katagawa doubted he'd be fully present either. He didn't give a shit. Troy was right there, skinny enough that Katagawa could push him down and maybe it would feed just a tiny bit of the void inside him constantly aching for Rhys.

Katagawa grabs him by the tie, pulls him into another messy kiss, and- before he can really get into it, he's doing something weird again. He pulls away, rummaging through a drawer, probably searching for a condom Rhys once used, or something equally fucked up. Instead, he starts dousing him in cologne, sending him into a coughing fit. He'd barely recovered from the vaping.

"Seriously, dude?" He manages between coughs, though Katagawa doesn't seem to care. At least it fades quickly into a manageable level of scent (though still something he's going to reek of when he gets home from all of this. At this rate, at least he's not going to have to confess- Tyreen is going to know exactly which rich freak he spent the day with.)

He's not hard yet. Unsurprising. Rhys wouldn't be either. He lets go and grinds the heel of his palm into him, firm, forceful pressure. He quickly grew dissatisfied. He didn't like this position. He needed more leverage.

After dear old dad had said, "No, Maliwan can't continue to allocate its funds to a seemingly neverending war with Atlas, you couldn't even crush one upstart CEO and I don't support your destiny to be with the love of your life, you're still somehow my least favorite child and you're literally only competing with memories at this point" (or at least, that's how Katagawa heard it), Katagawa was seemingly out of options. He had to lay low for awhile and tend to his wounds. The physical healed quickly, but the emotional... That took longer.

He spent a lot of time alone. He neglected his duties as an executive, delegating enough of it away that it looked like he was still doing something. He broke a lot of pleasure spheres. He tried not to keep an eye on Rhys, telling himself he should move on. That lasted for about twelve hours before it was late at night, the pleasure sphere by itself wasn't doing it, and he knew Rhys' face looking so vulnerable and soft and sweet while he slept was only a few clicks of the ECHO eye away.

After that broke down, Katagawa's addiction was back in full force. He revisited every old interview Rhys had ever done. He reminded himself of all the reasons he loved Rhys. He watched him constantly, day and night, wondering what it would be like if Rhys were dead, and came to one firm conclusion: It was better that he hadn't killed Rhys. Katagawa had just been mad, that was all. They could work things out.

That was the mindset Katagawa was in when it happened.

Of course he'd heard the news that Handsome Jack was back. Everyone in the six galaxies was talking about it. He revealed himself as seemingly back from the dead and immediately took over Hyperion again. The Maliwan board had an emergency meeting immediately after the news broke to discuss how the company would handle Hyperion going forward. Because of this and other stressors, Junior was keeping a feed of Rhys on his ECHO-eye basically 24/7.

He was watching Rhys's office when Jack came in. When... that happened.

What the hell was a dead man doing fucking Rhys?

Katagawa saw red. He jacked off about it constantly for days. He killed a lot of subordinates. Nothing was making it better. He needed answers. He knew any interactions with the CEO claiming to be Handsome Jack should be run past the Board first, but he didn't care. He was doing this.

Under his father's nose, Katagawa used Maliwan's vast resources to find where Jack slept at night. It was a turbomansion on a private Hyperion controlled planet, heavily protected. No big teams were getting in. Luckily, Katagawa was well-versed in slipping past security.

Jack's security was better than Rhys's, but eventually, slowly and so carefully, Katagawa made his way inside. He stood over Handsome Jack laying in his bed, or at least the impostor successfully pretending to be him. The man who had ruled the most profitable company in the universe and killed countless people doing it. The very same man Katagawa had watched on the security footage fucking the only person who mattered in this shithole world.

In repose, he was vulnerable. Everyone was. People looked gentle in their sleep. When Katagawa came close enough to see his face, he realized, of course, Jack didn't sleep in the mask. His bare face was revealed for Katagawa's eager eyes. If this was the real Handsome Jack, Katagawa was now in rare company, one of the few people to see what secret Jack kept behind the mask.

But he wasn't here to wonder at his big nasty scar. He was here to get answers about Rhys. He drew his katana--the most advanced Maliwan tech, with a mononuclear edge that could easily cleave Jack's head off his shoulders. Katagawa held the sharp side to Jack's throat.

He's pretty sure Katagawa hasn't thought this through. He has absolutely no control over whether his cock twitches or not, and if it does, that sword is going to cut. Which maybe wouldn't be a huge deal anywhere else, all pain aside. But, he's rock hard, his cock swollen and throbbing, and he's gonna gush blood like a fucking fountain at so much as a scratch. He doesn't trust Katagawa to be competent enough down there to not let him bleed to death.

"What the goddamn shit is wrong in your fucked up little head!? Do you really think-" Before Jack can finish, his mouth is on it. Why is his mouth on it? At least the blade is withdrawn ever so slightly just moments before his cock twitches, saving him from immediate death. What is he even doing to it? Katagawa tongues the slit of Jack's cock like a virgin who's never even seen a dick before and it leaves him as confused as he is aroused. His entire focus is on trying to prevent his hips from bucking.

Katagawa knew Rhys had spent some time on Pandora between Hyperion and Atlas, though not all the details, because Rhys never talked about them. Katagawa knew he had met that Fiona chick and her missing sister on Pandora, and that his annoying BFF Vaughn was still there. He'd opened a Vault, that was common knowledge, but how exactly Rhys had gotten there was one of the few mysteries Katagawa hadn't been able to find the answer to. It looked like it was staring him right in the face.

"You were inside his head?" It wasn't fair. All this time Katagawa had been thinking of Jack as an interloper, but not old did Jack know Rhys years before Katagawa ever did, he'd been closer to him than Katagawa could ever hope to be. The idea of getting inside Rhys's head had been the entire reason Katagawa had gotten these cybernetics, and it turned out Jack had already beaten him to it. Not fair. Not fair.

He thought about chopping Jack's dick off anyway, just because he was mad, but what was the point? He'd come back with another dick and fuck Rhys with that one instead. Instead, he finally sheathed the sword at his side. Before Jack could make any sudden moves, he grabbed Jack's dick with both hands. He pumped it twice, aggressively for doing it without any lube.

He should probably just leave. But he needed to get something out of this. If Jack played along he'd get an orgasm. And if he didn't at least Katagawa could feel in control again for a little while.

Katagawa rolled his eyes. "You're not my type either. Doesn't matter. We can close our eyes."

They both knew Katagawa would just be thinking of Rhys anyway. Troy had some weird bullshit going on with Tyreen, so Katagawa doubted he'd be fully present either. He didn't give a shit. Troy was right there, skinny enough that Katagawa could push him down and maybe it would feed just a tiny bit of the void inside him constantly aching for Rhys.

Katagawa throws a shirt at him (definitely Rhys's) and his own tie as Troy stares on in disbelief. This shit just keeps getting weirder. It's honestly getting to a point where he's more uncomfortable for Rhys than he is for himself. Does he know Katagawa has so many of his clothes? Should he, like, tell him? After thousands of cult murders, is this where he should draw the line, morally speaking? Probably. He makes a mental note to maybe do something about that, assuming he doesn't end up dead in Katagawa's basement.

"Fuck you." Yes, he knows how to tie a tie. Mostly. It's been awhile, but he's done it a handful of times. It may not be perfect, but he has a feeling Katagawa is about to mess it up anyway. He strips off his vest, his necklaces, his collars, his gloves and sets them neatly in a pile on the table beside a pleasure sphere. He pulls the shirt on, buttons it, and ties the tie, though the skinny piece of it ends up a little bit longer than the front part.

Well? Were they going through with it now? Katagawa grabs Troy by the poorly-tied tie and pulls him into another kiss. This one was fierce, all clacking teeth and abrupt tongue. Katagawa pulls away partway through. Troy still smells like fucking vape. So did Katagawa, to be fair. Still. He reaches back down into the drawer of Rhys's clothes and fishes out a bottle of Rhys's expensive cologne. He spritzes some on Troy before putting it back and loudly slamming the drawer shut.

Katagawa rolled his eyes. "You're not my type either. Doesn't matter. We can close our eyes."

They both knew Katagawa would just be thinking of Rhys anyway. Troy had some weird bullshit going on with Tyreen, so Katagawa doubted he'd be fully present either. He didn't give a shit. Troy was right there, skinny enough that Katagawa could push him down and maybe it would feed just a tiny bit of the void inside him constantly aching for Rhys.

Irritating as Katagawa may be, he's not going to back out right when things are getting good. He tries to continue bargaining, instead. Hands find Katagawa's collar and he attempts to tug him back down on top of him as he speaks.

"Yeah, okay." Katagawa pulled away, yanking his collar out of Troy's hands. He stood up. "If I'm in charge here, we're doing this my way. Try not to whine too much and I might throw in an extra shipment for you."

Katagawa rolled his eyes. "You're not my type either. Doesn't matter. We can close our eyes."

They both knew Katagawa would just be thinking of Rhys anyway. Troy had some weird bullshit going on with Tyreen, so Katagawa doubted he'd be fully present either. He didn't give a shit. Troy was right there, skinny enough that Katagawa could push him down and maybe it would feed just a tiny bit of the void inside him constantly aching for Rhys.

He isn't in a full blown panic just yet, though he is running through his options. He knows that between his robotic arm and his siren powers, he can overpower Katagawa should he actually start fearing for his safety. As it is, he's got to admit that his body is reacting a lot more positively to being manhandled than to the promise of an awkward and rushed blowjob.

That being said, this is business, and this isn't what he agreed to. He already undersold himself once- Katagawa's not getting any bonuses. Besides, he doesn't want to set a precedent of letting Katagawa do whatever the hell he wants without prior negotiation. He opens his mouth to speak but, before he can, Katagawa cuts him off with a kiss.

Definitely not what they agreed to. It's surprisingly gentle, coupled with being yanked around, wrists pinned, hair pulled. A nice contrast. For just a moment, it's easy to close his eyes and imagine that Katagawa is someone else, someone who actually cares about him, the only person who actually cares about him.

"Yeah, okay." He literally did not care. He sat up to use his ECHO-eye, scrolling through pictures of Rhys to get his mood back. Would it be simpler to just kick him out and use a pleasure sphere? "You're the one who said I was going too fast. Do you want business or do you want to enjoy it? Because, seriously, it actually does not matter to me."

Katagawa came across a picture of Rhys he hadn't seen in awhile and grew intently focused on the way to lighting hit his face, almost forgetting Troy was there for a moment. When he snapped back to reality, he remembered he was dealing with Troy, not Rhys. Katagawa needed to get his dick wet so he could think about things he actually cared about.

Katagawa rolled his eyes. "You're not my type either. Doesn't matter. We can close our eyes."

They both knew Katagawa would just be thinking of Rhys anyway. Troy had some weird bullshit going on with Tyreen, so Katagawa doubted he'd be fully present either. He didn't give a shit. Troy was right there, skinny enough that Katagawa could push him down and maybe it would feed just a tiny bit of the void inside him constantly aching for Rhys.

The 'Pleasure Pit' is… honestly even grosser than he was expecting. He's a fancy businessman; he can easily afford classy yachts and pristine bedrooms with enormous canopy beds and chandeliers on the ceiling. Instead, this place looks like it belongs to a porn addict living in his mom's basement. He's pretty sure he's sucked dick in alleys with more class than this place. At least there the broken sex toys usually make it into a dumpster.

The whole vibe is off. Something about the place really hammers home the fact that Katagawa just wants another sex toy to break. He gets on his knees between Katagawa's thighs anyway.

Briefly, he looks at the tattoos revealed along Katagawa's arms; they're nice, truthfully. He's more interested in seeing the rest of the design than in this probably mediocre sex he's gotten himself into. It gives him something else to focus on, at least. Of course, he doesn't have long to look before he's being rushed. He yanks Katagawa's zipper down just a little too aggressively.

Troy wasn't Rhys, obviously. He wasn't going to get the Rhys experience, but now, looking nervously up at Katagawa from between his legs, Troy had never seemed more attractive. He was still a bandit, and he looked like one, but if Katagawa ignored all the ridiculous edgy trappings, he was pathetic enough to be vaguely Rhys-like--which was a step up from nothing, so this expenditure was worth something, at least.

"Alright." Katagawa tugged Troy up into his lap. Troy did not weigh enough for his height, which kinda got Katagawa going. He bet Troy's robot arm was stronger than the rest of him, too. He grabbed Troy's wrists to test it, flipping him onto the bed.

He had him pinned there. Katagawa looked down at him, thinking. The robot arm was that hideous COV contraption, and way too long to comfortably hold both wrists, so he had him more by the forearm, and it was all kind of breaking the fantasy for Katagawa. Rhys's cybernetic arm was smooth and sleek and expensive, just like all of Rhys compared to Troy and his rough edges.

But Troy was there and Rhys wasn't, and Troy was giving him big scared eyes. Not as cute as Rhys's would be, but enough to make him lean in and kiss him.

He let the kiss be gentle, slow, but he let go of Troy's arm and grabbed his hair instead and kept it firm. The kiss was happening, regardless of whether Troy was nervous. This was how he needed to treat Rhys, and Katagawa could use the practice. He always seemed to scare his partners, and he wanted to be able to sufficiently warm Rhys up when it was time. If Troy could be convinced, maybe Rhys could.

Katagawa rolled his eyes. "You're not my type either. Doesn't matter. We can close our eyes."

They both knew Katagawa would just be thinking of Rhys anyway. Troy had some weird bullshit going on with Tyreen, so Katagawa doubted he'd be fully present either. He didn't give a shit. Troy was right there, skinny enough that Katagawa could push him down and maybe it would feed just a tiny bit of the void inside him constantly aching for Rhys.

Maybe if it was anyone but Katagawa Jr. it wouldn't feel so gross; he'd done this sort of thing before, bartering with sex at shops and food stalls, but something about it being with this corporate weirdo is making the self loathing sink in before rather than after.

Katagawa set off down the hallway once more, this time with assurance that Troy was in tow. If Troy wasn't going to enjoy it, too bad for him, but Katagawa would make the best of it. It was no different than an annoyed call girl--Katagawa didn't care then, either, as long as she did what he wanted. Troy got what he asked for, so Katagawa was going to get his side of the deal regardless of how much Troy pouted.

The Pleasure Pit was nearby, and Katagawa quickly led Troy to it and let them both in. He locked the door after him, as was habit. The only person who came here was Katagawa and, rarely, people he was having sex with. No one would bother them here, but it was kind of a mess. Maybe he should have taken him somewhere with fewer porno mags and broken pleasure spheres scattered around.

Whatever. It was just Troy. It wasn't like it was even Tyreen, let alone the one person whose opinion really mattered. He had nothing to do with these filthy bandits, so it's not like anything Katagawa did while slumming it would get back to him.

Katagawa rolled his eyes. "You're not my type either. Doesn't matter. We can close our eyes."

They both knew Katagawa would just be thinking of Rhys anyway. Troy had some weird bullshit going on with Tyreen, so Katagawa doubted he'd be fully present either. He didn't give a shit. Troy was right there, skinny enough that Katagawa could push him down and maybe it would feed just a tiny bit of the void inside him constantly aching for Rhys.

Still, it burrows into his brain. He doesn't need his sister's permission to bang some Maliwan creep, or to do anything else involving this whole Maliwan business deal. But, maybe he could use this to his advantage, leverage something in the twins' favor- leverage some good news to take back to Tyreen.

After dear old dad had said, "No, Maliwan can't continue to allocate its funds to a seemingly neverending war with Atlas, you couldn't even crush one upstart CEO and I don't support your destiny to be with the love of your life, you're still somehow my least favorite child and you're literally only competing with memories at this point" (or at least, that's how Katagawa heard it), Katagawa was seemingly out of options. He had to lay low for awhile and tend to his wounds. The physical healed quickly, but the emotional... That took longer.

He spent a lot of time alone. He neglected his duties as an executive, delegating enough of it away that it looked like he was still doing something. He broke a lot of pleasure spheres. He tried not to keep an eye on Rhys, telling himself he should move on. That lasted for about twelve hours before it was late at night, the pleasure sphere by itself wasn't doing it, and he knew Rhys' face looking so vulnerable and soft and sweet while he slept was only a few clicks of the ECHO eye away.

After that broke down, Katagawa's addiction was back in full force. He revisited every old interview Rhys had ever done. He reminded himself of all the reasons he loved Rhys. He watched him constantly, day and night, wondering what it would be like if Rhys were dead, and came to one firm conclusion: It was better that he hadn't killed Rhys. Katagawa had just been mad, that was all. They could work things out.

That was the mindset Katagawa was in when it happened.

Of course he'd heard the news that Handsome Jack was back. Everyone in the six galaxies was talking about it. He revealed himself as seemingly back from the dead and immediately took over Hyperion again. The Maliwan board had an emergency meeting immediately after the news broke to discuss how the company would handle Hyperion going forward. Because of this and other stressors, Junior was keeping a feed of Rhys on his ECHO-eye basically 24/7.

He was watching Rhys's office when Jack came in. When... that happened.

What the hell was a dead man doing fucking Rhys?

Katagawa saw red. He jacked off about it constantly for days. He killed a lot of subordinates. Nothing was making it better. He needed answers. He knew any interactions with the CEO claiming to be Handsome Jack should be run past the Board first, but he didn't care. He was doing this.

Under his father's nose, Katagawa used Maliwan's vast resources to find where Jack slept at night. It was a turbomansion on a private Hyperion controlled planet, heavily protected. No big teams were getting in. Luckily, Katagawa was well-versed in slipping past security.

Jack's security was better than Rhys's, but eventually, slowly and so carefully, Katagawa made his way inside. He stood over Handsome Jack laying in his bed, or at least the impostor successfully pretending to be him. The man who had ruled the most profitable company in the universe and killed countless people doing it. The very same man Katagawa had watched on the security footage fucking the only person who mattered in this shithole world.

In repose, he was vulnerable. Everyone was. People looked gentle in their sleep. When Katagawa came close enough to see his face, he realized, of course, Jack didn't sleep in the mask. His bare face was revealed for Katagawa's eager eyes. If this was the real Handsome Jack, Katagawa was now in rare company, one of the few people to see what secret Jack kept behind the mask.

But he wasn't here to wonder at his big nasty scar. He was here to get answers about Rhys. He drew his katana--the most advanced Maliwan tech, with a mononuclear edge that could easily cleave Jack's head off his shoulders. Katagawa held the sharp side to Jack's throat.

Then Katagawa starts demanding answers again, which definitely makes the whole thing less hot, more annoying. He growls in frustration. "I can't tell you the truth while you have that thing to my throat, because the truth makes me sound like a frickin crazy person and you're gonna think it's a lie, and freak out, and stab me."

He squirms under Katagawa's grasp, careful not to move his head too much. It's mostly just body, hips attempting to shift and failing. Panicked and annoyed as he is, there's something calculated in every little movement he makes. He knows exactly what not to do; this isn't his first time with a blade at his throat and a knee in his junk. 

All Jack's squirming had been driving Katagawa a little bit crazy, anyway. He was glad to take the excuse to switch things up. He shifted, keeping the sword at Jack's throat with one hand, and reached down.

Once the blanket was pushed aside, it was easy to hook his fingers into the waistband of Jack's boxer-briefs and pull down. His cock sprang out into the cold air. Katagawa grabbed hold of it to discourage any unnecessary moving and took the sword away from Jack's throat. He put it against his dick instead.

"Tell me or I'll cut this off." Katagawa's blade wasn't cutting into the skin, but any tiny movement and it would. "Maybe it won't kill you. It'll definitely hurt. Then I'll wrap it up in nice paper and mail it to Rhys and he'll see what happens to his lovers when he fucks around."

Not that Rhys could be blamed. He was too innocent to know better; there was no way it wasn't Jack taking advantage of him. Katagawa kept the blade very still and toyed with Jack's cock in his other, gloved, hand. If he was lucky, it would twitch involuntarily and Jack would cut the damn thing off himself.

Katagawa couldn't help but be interested, though. This had been inside Rhys. Rhys's mouth had been on it, surely. It was like an indirect kiss. Katagawa moved the blade very slightly away so he could kiss the top of it, imagining Rhys's mouth. He got a little carried away and opened his mouth to kiss it more aggressively. He was practically making out with the head of Jack's dick by the time he remembered himself.

So Katagawa put a few cameras in Jack's office. Big deal. Rhys came here all the time; was Katagawa supposed to just let him stay dangerously out of sight while Jack did unspeakable things to him? No. Of course not. Jack will understand once he's in Katagawa's position, when Rhys finally comes running into Katagawa's waiting arms.

Jack wasn't supposed to come back while Katagawa was still inside, though. It was a miscalculation, one that might cost him dearly, but... with the way Jack and Katagawa's fights usually went, it would be worth it. Unsurprisingly, Katagawa started getting hard the instant Jack's hands were on him, and as Jack slammed him into the desk and ground against his ass, Katagawa was only getting harder.

Then Katagawa felt the rope around his wrists. He almost came then and there. Was Jack this spontaneous with Rhys? Was this rope here because he used it on Rhys? This was why exactly Katagawa needed the cameras.

"Wow. You're prepared. And desperate. I'd be scared of me getting hold of that gun too--Maliwan weapons are a lot deadlier than what you're used to."

Katagawa tugged against the rope and imagined he was Rhys in this same position. Rhys would be scared, breathless. He'd be shivering under Jack, and embarrassed too. Probably pleading and whimpering. Katagawa bit his lip and already resented his bound hands keeping him from touching himself.

He never knows what to do around Katagawa. Humiliation, clearly, just gets him off. Pain seems to have the same effect. He's not gonna just ignore him and leave him with no consequences for his actions. But, every possible consequence seems to be more of a reward than a punishment. He doesn't know what to do about him. Dead end. Out of options. 

"Eugh, how do you always manage to make this shit so weird?"

But, if he can't really punish Katagawa in any sort of meaningful way, maybe at least he can get something out of it.

His palm goes to the back of Katagawa's head, fingers tangling in his hair right up against his scalp, and he yanks hard enough to hurt. Sure, the freak is probably enjoying it, but it's still an outlet to get his own frustrations out.

He wasn't really paying attention to what Jack was saying. Something about money. Like Katagawa didn't have endless amounts of that. "What, Hyperion still having money troubles? Send me the bill, I don't care."

Maybe if Katagawa hid waterproof cameras, he could get a shot of Rhys all soaped up in the shower with Jack. He'd had one in Rhys's apartment bathroom for awhile, but then Rhys started spending all his free time at Jack's place, and all the bugs in his apartment were useless because Rhys wasn't even there. It was much harder to keep cameras up in Jack's spaces. He wasn't blindly trusting the way Rhys was; he actually checked for them. Hence why Katagawa was here replacing them.

It was annoying. It was so much easier to keep track of Rhys before Jack came back from the dead. Jack had an incredible talent for getting in between them and Katagawa hated it. He hooked one of his legs around Jack's, awkward due to the angle, and tried to pull him closer, rubbing himself against Jack's cock at the same time. He was impatient.

After dear old dad had said, "No, Maliwan can't continue to allocate its funds to a seemingly neverending war with Atlas, you couldn't even crush one upstart CEO and I don't support your destiny to be with the love of your life, you're still somehow my least favorite child and you're literally only competing with memories at this point" (or at least, that's how Katagawa heard it), Katagawa was seemingly out of options. He had to lay low for awhile and tend to his wounds. The physical healed quickly, but the emotional... That took longer.

He spent a lot of time alone. He neglected his duties as an executive, delegating enough of it away that it looked like he was still doing something. He broke a lot of pleasure spheres. He tried not to keep an eye on Rhys, telling himself he should move on. That lasted for about twelve hours before it was late at night, the pleasure sphere by itself wasn't doing it, and he knew Rhys' face looking so vulnerable and soft and sweet while he slept was only a few clicks of the ECHO eye away.

After that broke down, Katagawa's addiction was back in full force. He revisited every old interview Rhys had ever done. He reminded himself of all the reasons he loved Rhys. He watched him constantly, day and night, wondering what it would be like if Rhys were dead, and came to one firm conclusion: It was better that he hadn't killed Rhys. Katagawa had just been mad, that was all. They could work things out.

That was the mindset Katagawa was in when it happened.

Of course he'd heard the news that Handsome Jack was back. Everyone in the six galaxies was talking about it. He revealed himself as seemingly back from the dead and immediately took over Hyperion again. The Maliwan board had an emergency meeting immediately after the news broke to discuss how the company would handle Hyperion going forward. Because of this and other stressors, Junior was keeping a feed of Rhys on his ECHO-eye basically 24/7.

He was watching Rhys's office when Jack came in. When... that happened.

What the hell was a dead man doing fucking Rhys?

Katagawa saw red. He jacked off about it constantly for days. He killed a lot of subordinates. Nothing was making it better. He needed answers. He knew any interactions with the CEO claiming to be Handsome Jack should be run past the Board first, but he didn't care. He was doing this.

Under his father's nose, Katagawa used Maliwan's vast resources to find where Jack slept at night. It was a turbomansion on a private Hyperion controlled planet, heavily protected. No big teams were getting in. Luckily, Katagawa was well-versed in slipping past security.

Jack's security was better than Rhys's, but eventually, slowly and so carefully, Katagawa made his way inside. He stood over Handsome Jack laying in his bed, or at least the impostor successfully pretending to be him. The man who had ruled the most profitable company in the universe and killed countless people doing it. The very same man Katagawa had watched on the security footage fucking the only person who mattered in this shithole world.

In repose, he was vulnerable. Everyone was. People looked gentle in their sleep. When Katagawa came close enough to see his face, he realized, of course, Jack didn't sleep in the mask. His bare face was revealed for Katagawa's eager eyes. If this was the real Handsome Jack, Katagawa was now in rare company, one of the few people to see what secret Jack kept behind the mask.

But he wasn't here to wonder at his big nasty scar. He was here to get answers about Rhys. He drew his katana--the most advanced Maliwan tech, with a mononuclear edge that could easily cleave Jack's head off his shoulders. Katagawa held the sharp side to Jack's throat.

"Uh, yeah, I know you've been fucking him," he spat. "I've seen it. You put up quite a performance."

It actually had been. Katagawa had been left unable to look away. The noises Jack coaxed out of Rhys haunted him. Katagawa wanted to force Rhys to make those noises for him more than ever.

Katagawa shifted his weight so he was grinding into Jack's crotch. He wasn't sure if he was punishing him or trying to get him to make that noise again. He pulled Jack's hair tighter, threatening to push the sword harder against him.

"You were dead for seven years, and you mysteriously come back and immediately start fucking Rhys? No. No, there's something missing here."

He brought his face close to Jack's; he grew frustrated with the mask and yanked it off. Jack seemed to know who he was anyway. He brought his face close again and thought about licking a stripe up Jack's cheek, but he didn't.

Then he confesses that he's been watching Jack and Rhys have sex; it's confirmed that the tension is on purpose. Katagawa grinds his hips into Jack's and Jack doesn't bother to hold back a groan. Why should he be ashamed when he's clearly not the biggest pervert here?

"Yeah, okay, so- first of all, this is even weirder now that it's just out in the open that you've been looking at my dick. But, I mean, the fact that you still have the confidence to do this weird shit anyway- congratulations! You must be hung like a frickin horse." 

Not that he wants to see it or anything. Ugh. This is weird. 

The way Jack groaned had been very interesting, but Katagawa wasn't getting distracted from the main focus, which was Rhys. Rhys was the main focus basically at all times for him. Katagawa could think about things other than Rhys, but he didn't enjoy it.

He was enjoying this, though. It felt good to be getting the upper hand on someone. Especially Jack. It was easy to blame everything on him. He got in between Katagawa and Rhys, after all. He deserved everything Katagawa could do to him.

Katagawa pressed his knee into what he quickly realized was Jack's erection, and thought, I'm threatening the wrong part of him. He started to move to grab Jack's dick, but as soon as he began to shift his weight he realized it was a bad idea. It was giving Jack too much room to move. Katagawa pressed his knee harder out of frustration, practically mashing it against Jack's vulnerable dick. He bared his teeth, grinding hard enough to shake Jack under him. The blade was dangerously close to Jack's neck for all this moving around.