A/N: This chapter is the LAST CHAPTER and will also be a LONG chapter. There is a 'Dear No One' sequel and chapter one will be posted TODAY. Enjoy. Oh, also...Smut Warning.
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Yukio couldn't help but grin to himself, a maniacal expression of excitement plastering itself to him. Everything was just way too easy.

Azreal was dead.

His case appealed.

He was going home.

All that was left was for his final pieces of paperwork to be signed by the prison director.

Azreal turned out to be an easy kill once Shima had gotten the green light from his father. He had seduced him fairly easily.

"Maybe I was overreacting a little the other day. Talking about that Okumura kid just got my nerves a little on edge." Shima grimaced inwardly at the mention of Yukio. His stomach churned uncomfortably at the thought of what he was about to do---and the fact that it wasn't Yukio that he was doing it with.

Azreal ran a finger up Shima's forearm, pressing his body against the pinkette."I won't apologize for man-handling you though. I know that you love that." Shima continued. He gripped tightly around Azreal's neck and pulled him closer.

Everything fell into place like clockwork. Azreal's clothes came off and soon enough Shima had him moaning like a bitch in heat. He may have put up some sort of fearless, intimidating front in the presence of other people, but in the hands of Shima he was nothing more than spineless putty. It was absolutely exciting.

"Shima, you're free to go."

The pinkette's grin spread and he hopped up from his seat on the bench, knowing that his father was waiting for him outside.

"Yukio...I'm coming for you, baby~"

#

Russell enjoyed the weight of Yukio laying on his chest, the brunette clinging to him as he slept. He pressed a kiss to his forehead and pulled the blankets over his shoulders when his own phone began to vibrate on the nightstand. He tried to reach it without stirring Yukio and managed to grasp it with the tip of his fingers.

"Ay, this is Russell Gray."

"I certainly hope that you're not out gallivanting."

"Gimme a break, you bloody old bloke. My Shizu is sleeping and I don't want you to wake him."

"Your Shizu?"

"Just tell me what you want."

"Fine. We have a meeting with Yaozo Shima first thing tomorrow morning. I want you to meet his son?"

"The Yakuza? Fine, I'll meet you in the office at eight."

He didn't bother waiting for a response; his mind was more focused on Yukio. If Yukio found out what Russell really did for a living, there was no way that he would actually want to stay.

"Wouldn't matter. I've already claimed you. You're stuck with me, baby."

#

To say that Shiro was shocked would be an understatement. He hadn't expected to see Shima in twenty years, much less that particular day.

"Shiro, you're back! How nice it is to see you."

The black Hummer outside stood out like a sore thumb in that neighborhood and the big, broad gentleman in the black suit who was guarding it caught a lot more attention.

"Renzou. This is certainly unexpected."

"Yes, yes, I know. I could say the same for you. I came for Yukio--"

"Yukio isn't here."

Shima took a step forward. "Then I'll just wait until he comes from his classes." Shiro stepped in front of him, and arm on his shoulder. "He's not coming back."

Shima's eye twitched.

"What?"

"He left, Renzou. Packed all of his things and disappeared."

There was a pause before Shima bursted into hysterical laughter. Shiro had never been the kind of man to fear much of anything at all, but it was obvious that Shima was unstable and that scared him.

"Of course he is. How could I not have seen that coming?"

Calm. He was calm now---different from the deranged look in his eyes.

"Well then, I wanna see the kids before I go. See how much they've grown--kisses and all, you know?" He moved past Shiro, kneeling on the carpet next to the children who unexpectedly flocked to him.

Aimi wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug and Renji stood in confusion, most likely attempting to remember who he was. "Ai, my baby girl!" he exclaimed, kissing her on the cheek. She giggled and Shima held out his hand to Renji. The child hesitated, but grasped the larger hand in his own and giggled.

"You wouldn't happen to know where he is...would you, Shiro?"

"Afraid not."

Shima stood, setting Ai down on the ground. "I've got a business meeting to attend to in the morning. Say hi to Mister and Miss, would you?"

#

Kinzo watched as Juzo moved around animatedly, excited about his brother's return. He himself felt as though something was off about the entire situation, but his father insisted that it was all nothing short of a misunderstanding.

That made even less sense to him.

"Kinzo...Juzo, may I speak to you a moment?"

Both sons came to attention.

"Your brother and I will be leaving for London tonight in order to handle some last minute paperwork in association with Renzou's release. I expect you two to keep business going while I am away."

"Yes, father." they answered in unison.

"Good. Renzou, come in here."

Shima entered from a side door, smiling at his brothers. Juzo was the first to tackle the pinkette in a hug; Kinzo was still lost in his thoughts of skepticism. Shima seemed a bit disappointed at this.

"What's the matter, bro? Didn't miss me much?"

Kinzo looked up, a smile gracing him. "Of course I did, loser." He wrapped his arms around him, joining his brothers in a hug.

#

Bon was nearly tackled to the ground by his children. He dropped his keys on the floor, picking the twins up and squeezing them in a hug.

"Bon? Is that you?"

"Yeah baby. I'll be there in a sec."

Bon kept the children in his arms, making his way into the kitchen where Rin was turning the fire down on a pot. The ravenette turned around, a smile plastered on his face.

"Guess who's home early?"

Bon's heart skipped a beat and put the kids down on the floor.

"Don't play with my heart here, babe."

"I'm not shitting you, he's back! Dad said he came over while we were at work but he had to leave so we'll see him tomorrow night!"

In all of his excitement, Bon swooped Rin into his arms and captured him in a kiss.

"Ewww." the twins covered their eyes and Rin giggled as his husband set him back onto the floor.

#

"Shizu...wake up, darlin'."

Yukio groaned and pulled the blankets over his head as the curtains were pulled and sunlight poured into the bedroom. The covers were then ripped off of him and the cool air hit his naked body.

"Russell...five more minutes--"

"We have to be at the office at 8:15 this morning and it's already 7:30. C'mon baby, get up."

Yukio groaned, but complied nonetheless. He got out of bed and Russell gave him a sharp smack to his backside. Yukio let out a yelp and turned, only for Russell to wrap him in an embrace and kiss him. Yukio puckered his lips, but he pulled back a few seconds later.

"Morning breath."

Russell shrugged, hoisting Yukio up and wrapping the brunette's legs around his waist to carry him to the shower. "Do we even have time for this, Russ?" a still groggy Yukio questioned. Russell shrugged again. There was never a bad time for shower sex, he thought to himself.

Yukio hadn't argued either, allowing for Russell to step into the shower with him once the water was warm. He let out a pleasant sigh and Russell latched onto his neck with his lips, trailing them down to his collarbone and leaving another hickey in place of the one that had started to fade.

"I wonder if you're still as tight even after I've been pounding you. Does it hurt?"

Pressure against his entrance force a groan out of Yukio. He was sore, that was true, but he didn't really hurt. "Why don't you find out?"

A chuckle rumbled deep within the blonde's chest and he slipped into Yukio, thought the amount of resistance he recieved was more than he'd liked it to be. Yukio tensed, tightening his grip around Russell. "Holy shit...!"

Russell leaned against the wall, sliding all the way into the brunette and bouncing him up and down on his length. The angle made it so much more easy to hit his prostate, giving him the fantastic feeling of friction he so greatly craved.

It wasn't long before Yukio was at his orgasm, his body sensitive to everything that touched him. His thighs trembled in Russell's grip as he milked the blonde for all he was worth. Russell slumped against the wall to catch his breath.

"Shit..."

"Fuck...fuck, fuck, FUCK! We're gonna be late! Dammit Russell!"

"Ay, don't be blaming this on me! It's your fault for being all sexy!"

"Be quiet and hurry up!"

#

Yukio sighed, sitting at the far end of the conference table at Russell's side while his father sat at the head. The eldest man's old grey eyes burned into him even though Yukio did his best to avoid eye contact. He was almost certain that Carter didn't approve of how close he was to his son.

"Mr. Gray, Yaozo Shima is here to see you."

Yukio froze. His heart began to beat against his ribcage in a frenzy of frightened and anxious emotions. That name....

If Yaozo was here then could it mean that he was here, too? No...no, he couldn't be. He was in prison after all.

"Allow him inside, Angela."

A buzzer sounded and the door to the conference room opened a man with a strange facial tattoo walked in. His face was hard with seriousness, the tense air around him intensifying ten gold once he entered. That's when Yukio noticed him...standing behind Yaozo....

"This is my son, Renzou. He'll be here attending business with us today seeing as he was successfully able to annihilate the entire Grigory branch and the Masons."

Yukio's heart sped up even more. It was hard for him to breath.

"This is my son Russell and his assistant, Shizu. I'd gladly enjoy listening to the trials of your success." Carter said.

Shima's eyes trailed to Yukio...and Yukio's heart stopped.

"Yukio?"