A/N: Here is Part 3! This time things take a different turn. Be prepared for some drama, comedy and fluff. It makes me a bit nervous, but I thought, in truth, that it was a happy ending to a cold reality--you'll see midway. Although, that is only the sub-plot. The REAL plot is about Hiro and his plan, weee! I love when Hiro plots using that smart brain of his. Just like the manga/anime, he'll do anything to make Shuichi happy. So, he does this time too! In this part I'll also introduce Hiro's parents.

Its funny, when I think back to how I came to doing this Part 3...I remember I had just read a story where K was just ugh! He was so mean to Hiro and it irked me so much that I told myself I needed to make another part to GnG, something great! Something where Hiro and K had it all! Then this story was born lol!

Haha! I seem to have a running 'BIG' theme in all these GnG stories, did you notice? Well, something BIG happens here too!

I hope you enjoy!

The Gun and the Guitar Part 3

Prologue

Two months have past since K and Hiro got married and moved into the new house that K had gotten Hiro as a wedding present in Japan. By now Michael was with them—after spending a week with Shuichi and Yuki when they went to Thailand for their honeymoon. Shortly after, Bad Luck spent the entire month of July and August touring some major cities of the United States.

But it was business as usual for the Winchesters again.

Michael was back in school and K and Hiro were back to work at NG. Their summer of touring was over and with it all the crazy events that occurred while on tour. How could they forget the kidnapping in L.A, or the attempted rape in Toronto? Dressing up like women to rescue Hiroshi and Michael? K and his eavesdropping blunder? They had survived some of the most painful trials of their life, but came out better people for it. Now they were a family, loving each other with unbreakable bonds. Well, as unbreakable as you can get with a home full of Winchesters that is…

Chapter 1: The Three Winchesters

Hiroshi Nakano stood on stage making his guitar wail for a crowd of thousands. Woo! Yeah! He was rocking. Shuichi was singing his heart out and Suguru was banging on his keyboard. The guitarist loved this moment, it was, exhilarating. The hot lights on his face, blinking the sweat out of his eyes—all of it was utopia.

It's what he loved about being a musician.

Hiro's fingers moved with the skill he'd mastered over many years. They simply flew over his guitar until his fingers felt like they were on fire. Oh baby! Yeah! Fire! And there on stage he looked down and his whole guitar was on fire!!

"Ahhhhh!"

Hiro's eyes shot open and he thrust his hands in front of his face frantically. No, his hands were not on fire and he realized he was dreaming! Sighing thankfully, he turned his head to gaze into the mound of blonde hair of K's sleeping self. Shaking off the nightmare, Hiro smiled sleepily and leaned in to bury his nose in K's hair, waiting for sleep to return. As he snuggled up against K's back, sniffing into his mane he didn't register the usual scent of shampoo, but smoke!

Michael!!

Nudging K awake, Hiro groaned, "Your kid is trying to burn the house down again."

"Huh?" K mumbled, stirring awake. "Michael? Wha…?" But he smelled the smoke too and tossed the covers aside and flew out of bed, running downstairs in his boxers.

Hiro followed, yawning lazily, and entered a smoky kitchen in which Michael stood proudly with a wooden spoon in hand. It was dripping with some kind of brown stuff. He began stirring something in a large bowl on the countertop.

Michael whined, "Aww you got up early. I was going to surprise you, Daddies."

"Mission accomplished, Michael. We're surprised," said K exasperated as he popped the toaster that was burning some sliced bread to the point of cinders. Then he looked into the bowl which held Michael's concoction. "What is it?" he asked the boy, pointing into the bowl of brown goo.

"Pancakes!" Michael declared in English looking very proud of himself.

Hiro dared to look at what his husband and Michael were looking at. "Why is it brown?" he asked the boy in their native language with a tentative glance.

"I put chocolate milk in it," said the boy happily, swatting aside some wild strands of blonde hair.

K and Hiro looked at each other with amused faces.

"Look Michael, you shouldn't be using the stove when we're not around, it's dangerous," K told his son firmly in English.

Hiro didn't mind all the English. In fact he asked K and Michael to use it while at home and for most of the time they were on tour. He knew he would never learn it if they always talked to him with Japanese. By now he was getting really good at it. It had been months since he asked K to teach him English at that hockey game in Toronto. And by now, he was able to hold conversations in the language.

"Well, I'm sure he's sorry, Claude. Is the stuff eaten?" Hiro questioned.

"Edible," K corrected Hiro patiently and spotted his trusty cookbook opened to the "Pancake" recipe on the counter. "Hey, did you follow this, Michael?"

The boy nodded, "Yup, I even made sure not to mix up the tablespoons with teaspoons!"

"Excellent!" K boasted and ruffled his son's hair, "Okay, let's finish it then."

"I'm going to have a shower since we're all awake now," Hiro partly complained and went back upstairs. He'd leave father and son to finish the job of making Chocolate Milk Pancakes. It was the weekend so he didn't have to rush like he would tomorrow, when Michael had to go to school and he and K to work. Heh, even to this day Hiro found it amusing when he realized he woke up, got dressed, had breakfast and went to work each day with K. Smiling goofily, he got in the shower and sighed into the warm spray.

He washed his hair first; relishing in how utterly happy and content he felt. He never would have imagined himself married, and with all people his manager for Bad Luck—the band he played guitar in. Even if Claude was much older than him, it didn't matter. Claude was still unbelievably sexy, he stayed in good shape, and he didn't look a day over twenty-seven. And having Michael with them was turning out to be such a bonus.

Ok, so he rudely woke them up sometimes with cooking experiments or thumping up and down the stairs. But he was a kid…

Hiro remembered how much he and Michael shared when they were held captive by Ramon's men in Los Angeles. Those men that were all working for a man that hated K, blaming him for killing him son, Robert Turner. Man! And he was the Chief of the Secret Service in Los Angeles! But K had saved them, Bad Luck came too—even if they were dressed like women, they came for them. Hiro snickered recalling K in that sexy red dress and wondered if the garter belt was really necessary. Either way Hiro thought about that night from time to time.

Then Hiro thought about his parents, ugh he felt butterflies swirl in his stomach. It was something he thought about often, because he felt so guilty about it! He still hadn't told them about his marriage. They knew about his kidnapping, but the wedding was in secret, they didn't know about that. But there were tabloids spewing stuff about them, all of it speculative, but still. As far as they knew, K was a roommate, that's what he told them. But Claude was starting to take it personally, which made him feel even worse. Claude acted like he wasn't upset, but Hiro knew he was. He hated making the man he loved feel inferior like this, but, he was terrified of unleashing this on his family!

Sighing, he thought, maybe he'd call Yuji, his delinquent older brother and tell him first. His brother wouldn't go all haywire on him at least and maybe he could help him figure out how to tell them.

Finishing his shower, Hiro got dressed in a pair of jeans and t-shirt, barefoot he headed downstairs to his new family. When he saw K and Michael at the dining room table, he smiled. He liked this, he really did.

"We waited for you, Hiroshi," said Michael, smiling cheerfully.

"Thanks buddy," Hiro told the boy, appreciating his consideration.

Surprisingly, and after much worry that the pancakes would be something unfit for human consumption, Hiro realized they were actually quite good!

They ate breakfast quietly. K was reading the morning newspaper, Hiro was mulling over his thoughts, and Michael watching a Japanese cartoon. But Michael broke the silence when he noisily starting blowing hair out of his eyes.

"I think someone needs a haircut," K said putting the paper down and eyeing Michael's hair. "It's getting into your eyes."

"Aww…I hate getting my haircut," Michael complained. "You both have long hair, why can't I?" he reasoned.

"When you're old enough to make that decision then you can dye your hair purple for all I care," K said calmly. "But right now the hair is in your eyes—you want to end up with glasses?" K put his foot down when it came to the care of his son.

"Hmm…no, I guess not," Michael said with a heavy sigh. "Are you going to cut it?"

K levelled his eyes on the boy and laughed heartily, "Do I look like someone who knows how to cut hair?" He emphasized his point by holding out a handful of his own very long blonde hair.

Hiro was snickering at this. "I'm not much of a—"he didn't know the word in English.

"Barber," K put in.

"Thanks," Hiro said and continued, "I'm not much of barber either. Don't worry Michael they'll just trim your bangs, no big deal."

"Can I ride on your motorcycle?!" the boy asked bouncing in his seat.

It never failed. Michael asked this question almost everyday.

Hiro shot K an eager glance, "I'll take him to the barber's if you like?" It was sort of Michael and his little thing, going out for joyrides on his motorbike.

The tall blonde American sat pondering. Hiro was looking optimistic; he loved taking Michael for a ride on his bike. "Oh alright, I have a few phone calls to make. Someone's interested in having Bad Luck on their show. I need to set up a meeting, do a little paperwork. I'll just be here working and being, oh, so bored." K went on dramatically, eyeing Hiro as he sulked.

Hiro rolled his eyes, K could be such a clown but he knew he wasn't serious. He got up and kissed the man's temple and whispered Japanese in his ear, "Don't worry I'll make sure you're not bored later."

K flashed him a smarmy grin. "Ok, you guys go have fun," he said and Michael cheered triumphantly. K just sat shaking his head at his boisterous child and got up to clean up this morning's dishes.

Michael tore off to get dressed and Hiro sidled up behind K as he filled the sink with soapy water for the dishes. Hiro admired this about K, his devotion to keeping house. He was a good father and a great husband, plus he worked hard. Although, he himself was no couch potato, he helped out a lot too. But with three guys in the house; things got a little haphazard at times. At least all the unpacking was done and they even painted the kitchen and put up curtains. Now K didn't have to worry if the neighbours saw him walking around in the 'buff' as he put it. Hiro laughed at him when he'd shared that thought.

"Hiro…" K started, "Maybe you should take one of my guns with you," he said with concern as Hiro held onto him from behind. K felt Hiro's cheek pressed against his shoulder.

"Nah, you worry too much. I'll be fine. Besides, I don't trust myself with those things. That's your department, Blondie," Hiro explained, his hands exploring devilishly past the waistband of K's boxer shorts.

"Ha, you're still using that pet name for me, huh?" K said with amusement, eyes lowering to see the brunette's hand slipping into his shorts. He smirked and added, "Well, you are famous and sometimes I think you forget about that. And, sometimes, L.A. still bothers me..."

"I know L.A still bothers you. But we're ok now, please don't worry. I got over it and Michael seems perfectly fine. I'll put my hair up in a baseball cap and wear sunglasses and blah, blah, blah. Claude, my hubby, chill, I'll stay in the neighbourhood, hmm?" Hiro went on soothingly; rubbing a hand over K's growing stiffy.

K was having a hard time concentrating on his task or his thoughts. "Hiro…you're going to leave me in a very awkward situation here."

Claude's voice was beginning to sound strained. Hiro grinned mischievously. He was being bad he knew it. He just couldn't get enough of the crazy man he married. Slipping his hands out of Claude's shorts, Hiro stood back. "Sorry, I just can't help myself."

K flashed him devil-may-care sort of look. "Gawd, you're going to have me thinking all day about how I'm going to take you later."

Hiro saw K's promiscuous gaze, his blue eyes all lit up with arousal. Damn, he shifted on the spot, he was getting excited. "I have to get out of here or riding my bike is going to become very uncomfortable."

"It's your own fault!" K declared his voice lined with mirth. He immersed himself into finishing the dishes so he could get some control.

It was his fault Hiro thought smirking and heard Michael coming down the stairs. The guitarist gave his partner a light kiss and told him to behave. "Don't shoot holes in the walls, Claude."

"Hey! I wasn't going near that spider," K whined, defending his actions from the other day.

"Use a shoe," Hiro instructed dryly.

"Come on, Hiro!" called Michael from outside, anxiously waiting for his ride.

"We'll be back soon," Hiro called to K from the hallway, grabbing his helmet and leaving the house. He walked over the stone path that led to the driveway and spied Michael, already wearing the spare helmet, watching him like he was the ice cream man. "Okay dude ready to ride?!" Hiro asked the boy.

"Yeah!" cheered Michael.

Laughing, Hiro got on the bike and waited for Michael to climb up behind him. Then he roared the engine to life. "Hold on tight, ok?" he told Michael and felt the young boy's arms squeeze a little tighter.

Together, they tore out onto the street and headed to the barbershop.

The telephone rang and K wiped his hands dry on a tea towel to answer it.

"Hiro?" Shuichi asked from the other end of the line.

"No, it's K here. Hiro just left, he's taking Michael for a haircut," K explained to Bad Luck's lead vocalist and Hiroshi's best friend.

"Oh, well. Hi…K. I just wanted to talk about the chorus on this new song we've been working on. Suguru just called me and he's breathing down my neck about it, he thinks the chorus sucks. IT DOESN'T SUCK!" Shuichi cried.

K held the phone away from his ear. Yeah, Suguru could be aggravatingly persistent about things. When Shuichi seemed to stop yelling, he said, "Well, Hiro shouldn't be long. And, while I have you on the phone, I want to inform you that we'll all be meeting up in the conference room tomorrow morning. Something's come up; I got a few things that I need to address. Don't be late. "

"Alright, but tell Hiro I called…I miss him!" Shuichi said.

K sighed. "You know you're more than welcome to come over to hang, Shuichi. In fact you and Yuki should come over for dinner one night, I'll cook!" K exclaimed, making a mental note to figure out a good day.

"Ha, ha! I still can't get over that you and Hiro are married," said Shuichi with a glint of sarcasm.

"Don't think marriage has tamed me. I'm still your manager. If you're late for work; its target practice on your ass," K promised and let out a sardonic laugh.

"I…of course not, me, late?" stammered Shuichi over the phone.

K scoffed. "Look, I have dishes to finish so I'll let Hiro know that you called." Shuichi was laughing hard on the other end, mumbling something about 'dishes'. K hung up the phone with a huff. Shuichi will get it for that one K thought, and proceeded to finish the dishes.

No matter, K figured. He'd never felt happier in his life. Well, at one time, he might have thought the same thing with Judy. But two people living so far apart and a high demand for their attention finally took its toll. He didn't regret it, far from it. The result of that union was Michael, and for that he was grateful. K smirked. That was one thing he'd never have to worry about with Hiroshi, birth control. He laughed out loud as the thought crossed his mind.

Of course, he had his work cut out for him now that he had a family to protect and Bad Luck. They were kind of like family too. But at least Hiro and he worked at the same place and they were both capable of picking up Michael after school. People at NG were getting used to seeing a seven year old Michael wandering the building, hanging out with the band, or playing with his toy guns and terrorizing the staff with them. But they couldn't always go home together, sometimes he had to stay late and Hiro often took Michael home and he'd ride the train. Although, that problem could be resolved if he'd just let Hiro take his motorcycle to work. But no, he insisted Hiro ride with him to work in the car.

Jeez, he was so smitten that he couldn't bear being apart from his precious Hiro on a simple drive into work. But it wasn't just that he was smitten, he feared a repeat of Los Angeles. He'd promised Hiro and Michael that he would protect them, but he knew he couldn't be so repressive. And he wasn't, today he let them go get a haircut together. Heh, the idea of putting a tracer on Hiro's bike had crossed his mind, but he also realized that would be a little creepy to do that to his partner. He didn't want to ruin the trust they'd built after all this time. And he trusted Hiro more than anyone, so he'd have to live with it; which wasn't always easy for him.

When the dishes were done, K went to make some calls—might as well get work out of the way, so that maybe he could enjoy Michael and Hiro when they returned.

K spent the next little while setting up a meeting with yet another Japanese music television show. He did a little paperwork and called Sakano about the big news they were going to unleash on Bad Luck tomorrow. K hadn't even told Hiro yet, although he was anxious to spill the beans, he didn't. The surprise would be that much greater when they all were told at once.

Turning off the laptop K looked at his watch. Hmm, an hour and a half had gone by and Hiro and Michael still hadn't returned.

"They're fine," he told himself out loud. He needed to learn to relax; he was beginning to think he was becoming to 'high-strung'. K shook his head, nah. High-strung? Get real.

Hmm, since there was nothing else to do, K thought of the one thing that made him relax—the bathtub. It would be good idea to take a bath and get dressed already; he was still roaming the house in his boxer shorts. Meh, he didn't care if he did business from home in his drawers. But then he couldn't very well spend the whole day half-naked. So he grabbed his favourite gun, a polishing cloth and dashed upstairs. He started to fill the bathtub.

Setting the gun down on the closed toilet seat, K kicked off his shorts and got into the steamy hot water. Purring with contentment, he closed his eyes and tried not to think of Michael and Hiro and their wandering around without him. Instead a different thought came to mind. It focused on Hiro this morning and his intrusion inside his underwear as he did dishes. Oh yea… He could feel arousal take over him. Keeping his eyes closed, K touched himself with a firm hand.

Taking full advantage of the empty house, K sighed loudly as he stroked himself.

His breathing came a little faster, face etched with determination as he pleasured himself. K imagined he was still in the kitchen and that it was Hiro behind him, stroking him through his shorts. Those rough guitarist hands, slipping over the silken skin of his penis.

K masturbated much faster now, feeling very close to the brink. He murmured, "Oh Hiroshi…yes, harder." Gritting his teeth, K welcomed the delicious release, curling his toes.

Allowing a few moments to pass, K sank deeper into the water, sighing with utter contentment. So he'd dirtied the water a little, whatever. It was Hiro's fault anyways, he mused. Smiling, K felt himself relax in the water for awhile, mind going over business plans and mediocre things. And when he spotted his gun on the toilet, he used his feet to push himself back into a straight sitting position. He picked it up gingerly including the cloth, and then he lay back again, careful not to get the thing wet and began polishing it. This was his perfect prescription for relaxation.

Hot baths, guns and a naked Hiroshi was his idea of happiness.

As he sat there lazily cleaning his gun, whistling some Bad Luck tune, he heard the front door open and heard his son's voice first.

"Where's Daddy?" K heard him say. Staying quiet, K decided he'd let them find him.

"Probably upstairs, take your stuff to your room, Michael," Hiro said next.

Hmm, what did Michael get? He listened to familiar footfalls coming up the stairs. K felt that thrill as Hiro got nearer. But he forced himself to look cool and casual when he appeared at the bathroom door seconds later. His man looked all pink and wind tossed from riding the motorbike and he stood there smiling at him.

"There you are. It was so quiet I wondered if you'd gone out," Hiro said and smirked at K in the bath. "Guy and gun are taking a bath, huh?" he mused.

"A man needs to take care of himself. So, how was the haircut?"

"Michael survived, although, he did complain when the hairdresser took at least an inch off his whole head and not just the front. But at least he can see now. Then we stopped off at a hobby shop and I got him some manga. They had the newest volume of Yu Gi Oh Duelist out!" Hiro explained animatedly in Japanese.

"You two and that cartoon," K said, shaking his head. "So that's what took you so long, I was getting worried."

Hiro came and knelt by the tub and plucked the gun and cloth away; setting it on the toilet seat. "Yup, that's what took so long. You see, we're back in one piece." Hiro leaned in for a kiss, "I missed you."

The blonde was more than happy to give Hiro a kiss and met him half way.

They kissed softly for a moment.

When K pulled back, he told Hiro, "Shuichi called, he said he misses you. He wanted to talk about some chorus. Maybe, you should go visit him."

"I see him almost everyday," Hiroshi said incredulously.

"Yeah, but even I know it's not quality time. You can't count work as time spent, Hiro. Please don't make me the villain in this…I want you to go hang out with your friend. Good friends are hard to come by," K told his husband who seemed to understand.

"You're right, I'll go call him and find out what he wants," Hiro said and stood back up. "I love you," he added softly.

"I love you, Hiro. Now go call Shuichi before he does something crazy and puts Bad Luck in the ringer. I have enough work on my hands, trust me," K said and shooed him out the door.

"Ha, ha, yeah, ok," Hiro said and left the room. But from just a few feet away, K could hear Hiro talking to Michael in the upstairs hallway. He couldn't understand what they were saying though.

K shrugged.

Next, he heard the tap running from the other upstairs bathroom. Michael was giggling. What's so funny? But K didn't have much time to react when Michael scampered into his room, standing at the door aiming his water pistol at him.

"Michael!!"

Hiro was laughing hysterically from somewhere in the house as K got squirted with cold water, his giggles resonating throughout the house.