DISCLAIMER: I do not own ANYTHING from the DOGS: Howling in the Dark or the DOGS: Bullets & Carnage series! Repeat, I own NOTHING! Nothing at all!

NOTE: This story will contain YAOI. If you don't like it, don't read it!

Alright so this is my first time writing a fanfiction like this... or at all really. So, reviews and comments are definitely appreciated and encouraged! This will hopefully turn into a series of stories following the perhaps developing relationship between my two most favorite characters in most of all anime... Haine Rammsteiner and Badou Nails. Now... on with the story!

- CHAPTER 1 -

It was strange seeing such dangerous figures in such defenseless positions. That red haired eye-patch wearing man that has always been worthy of being called insane, sat at the local bar consuming his own weight in heavy drink. He sat alongside that ever-feared white, wispy headed partner of his, who was also steadily passing into a drunken stupor.

Most of the bar's other customers had left ages ago, leaving Badou and Haine a bar full of drink all to themselves, much to the bartender's dismay. He scowled at the two troublemakers as they missioned through their beer bottle, which may have been their 20th.

"Hey, you two, I need to close up soon, you know. If you don't get out of here after that last bottle I'm gonna call the cops." he said, his left eye twitching in irritating as the men slowly reached the bottom of their bottles. Badou finished his bottle first, and let out a large breath of relief.

"Aww comme onnn, Mrrr. Barrtenderr~" Badou said with such a heavy slur, the bartender could barely make out what he was saying. "Give us a... fffffffucking break..." Badou's eyelids began to flutter, as they threatened to close. Haine finally finished his last bottle of beer, and got up from the barstool he was sitting on. He then moved over to Badou to give him a hand, as he had now fallen asleep completely.

Slinging Badou's arm over his shoulders, Haine staggered towards the bar's entrance. The Bartender called after them, frustrated. "Hey, YOU!" Haine stopped in his tracks, and stood dead still. He didn't turn around to face the man. The bartender continued. "You still need to pay me for those drinks!"

In a quick movement, there was a flash of silver, and suddenly Haine was turned around, facing the bartender, his gun pointing straight at the man's face. He needn't say any words, as the bartender was already backing down. Haine holstered his gun, regained his grip on Badou, and continued out the door.

"Bastards." the bartender said under his breath, as he began to clean up the bar.

"Hainnneee... wherre're we goinn'...?" Badou said, who was barely keeping up with Haine as he walked to some unknown destination. Badou didn't bother Haine for answers... he had never seen Haine lash out while drunk, and wasn't eager to see it now. Soon though, Badou felt that night's drink and food rising up his throat, he was going to throw up. He broke away from Haine and staggered over to a dark alleyway, where he vomited the night's consumption near a large dumpster.

Haine, even in his drunken state, shook his head. Badou could never hold his drink very well, anyway. After throwing up what felt like almost all of his guts out, Badou moved away from the dumpster only to fall to the ground, asleep. Haine cursed under his breath, tempted to just leave Badou there. But he figured that if he did, he would have trouble explaining his disappearance to the priest the next time he was sent on a mission that required Badou's assistance. He sighed, and moved over to Badou, slung him over his shoulder once again, and made his way to his own apartment.

The sun rose slowly, and its burning light seemed to find a way passed the closed curtains of Haine's messy apartment. That light slid across the room like a searchlight, as it fell on Badou's bare back. Unable to ignore the heating up of his back, Badou woke up, and immediately clutched his head in pain, as his hangover hit him with full force.

"Shit. This hurts." Badou said under his breath to his own head, as though it was its fault for getting drunk. It took a while before Badou could recognize his surroundings. He looked around, slowly but surely recognizing the tiny sitting room of Haine's tiny apartment. Badou sat up, wondering where Haine was, but assumed he was probably in his own bedroom. "This sofa is fucking uncomfortable." Badou muttered to himself, before getting up, and finding his shirt.

When Badou finally did find his shirt, he put it on, picked up anything else that looked like it was his, and made his way out of Haine's apartment.

Haine heard the front door to his apartment close loudly, and he instantly knew that Badou was gone. Haine let out a sigh of relief. He didn't want to face him that morning, not after what happened when they got to that apartment. Haine had lied in his bed awake all night because of what happened when he and Badou had arrived at his apartment...

"Badou, are you awake yet?" Haine said with an irritated voice as he struggled to open the front door to his apartment with his keys. "Fuck, Badou. I should have just left you on the goddamn streets, you're not worth all of this fucking trouble." Haine said all this under his breath as he fumbled with his keys. Finally unlocking the door, Haine kicked it open anyway, dragging Badou through the frame as he entered that musty apartment.

Haine stumbled over to the sofa in his sitting room, and let Badou flop onto it ungracefully. Because Badou's arm was still around Haine's neck, he had fallen onto the sofa with him, landing partially on top of him. Badou's mouth sat wide open as he lay asleep there on the couch, his chest rising and falling. Haine wanted to get away from him as soon as possible, because god, his breath stunk. But as Haine tried to push himself off of the couch, he felt something hold him there. When he looked down at his hand that was pressed into the sofa, it was being steadily held in place by Badou's hand.

"Goddamn it Badou, let go of my fucking arm!" Haine yelled as he tried to pull himself away from Badou's grip. That seemed to have woken Badou up... well... sort of. Badou's eyes were open ever so slightly, staring directly into Haine's, with a stupid looking smile pasted onto his face. Haine stared at this idiotic expression that only made him angrier, as he tried to pull Badou off of his arm. Why did have such a strong grip?!

"Haine . . ." Badou said so quietly that Haine barely heard it. But he did. Haine took his eyes off from the hand that was gripping his arm, leaving red marks on his skin from that ridiculously tight grip. He slowly moved his eyes to meet up with Badou's, who still had that stupid expression on his face.

"What, Badou?! Let me go already, god dammit!"

Suddenly, Badou raised his head, while somehow managing to remove his shirt with his free hand. His face was now barely even a millimeter away from Haine's, their noses just barely brushing. Badou lifted that free hand, having finished discarding his shirt, and grabbed Haine's other free arm, pinning him there.

"Fuck, Badou!! What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" Haine shouted at the top of his lungs. Badou tilted his head slightly, and started raising it even more. He was moving ever closer to Haine's own face, Badou moving his head at an angle so their noses wouldn't touch. "Badou... what are you doing??" Haine said, starting to sound even more desperate.

That red head's face was coming so close... so close that his breath stunk worse than ever.. he could feel that breath gently caressing his lips as Badou's mouth came closer to his own. Haine's breathing got heavy as the lips of that man with his eye-patch were now beginning to press on Haine's, even though Haine kept trying to get his head as far away from Badou's as possible. Both of their top lips were now pressed against each other, and Badou's tongue started to reach towards his bottom lip, gently brushing against it, making Haine shudder... Haine could feel his heart speeding up, and his body starting to heat up. He could even feel the slowly rising temperature of his cheeks, as though they were blushing, which they would never do under normal circumstances simply due to his pale skin...

And then... suddenly... before their bottom lips could touch and a kiss be completed, the eye that wasn't covered by Badou's eye-patch seemed to roll back, as his eyelids closed, and he fell back into the sofa with a thud.

He had passed out again... and it seemed just in time too. Haine still sat there awkwardly, leaning over Badou on the sofa, looking like he had straddled him in the first place. The hands that Badou had used to pin Haine on top of him now fell limply to his side, leaving Haine free to escape. Haine took this opportunity as soon as it was given, leaping away from the sofa so quickly that he lost balance and fell backwards onto the floor. After sitting there for a while, disorientated, he came to understand his surroundings again, and got back up to his feet. He stumbled to his bedroom. Before closing the door behind him, he turned to look at the sofa where Badou was now so blissfully asleep.

"Fuck you." he said under his breath, slamming the door.

He would sleep on it. Forget about it. Neither of them would remember it... not unless they wanted to. And he knew that neither of them would want to. Badou was drunk, he wasn't thinking straight, but even so Haine was going to make his life miserable the next day for putting him through it. The red head wouldn't remember what happened... but if he did, Haine would make him regret it. He would make him regret it ten times over.

Even as Haine tried to go to sleep, trying to shake off these disturbing images of what happened, he couldn't get them out of his head.

In fact, he never went to sleep that night.