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“-I could use a guy like you.” The first words Chifuyu remembered Shuji saying to him. The pair sat side by side, perched on the guard railing on the roof of an old building.
As a teen, Chifuyu was a creature of habit, longing to find sense in the nonsensical, like finding writing in the stars, he was always searching for meaning, for purpose.
This was something his friends noticed too, an ache of longing so clear in the young blondes eyes. A desire for purpose just out of reach.
Many attempts had been made, primarily by Kazutora who’d found himself in a similar crisis more often than not.
“ think of it as a form of ‘meditation’ “ Kazutora would smile after leading Chifuyu up to the roof of a sketchy building, it would be serene and beautiful, even if five minutes later, without fail, Kazutora would almost always offer him a blunt as a ‘different form of meditation’. It was a kind, humourous gesture that spoke to Tora’s character, though Chifuyu would always turn him down. It was clear to him that his offer was more purposeful than just getting high, it was simple. Kazutora just wanted Chifuyu to relax, and after a while it did.
Chifuyu remembers it clearly, the comfort he found on those lonely roofs through his teen years, something so small leading a snowball effect in his life.
“Yeah I don’t know what thats supposed to mean.” Chifuyu replied, brows raised as he lazily kicked his feet over the side, dangling them down the thirty story drop.
“You’re the guy who beat the piss out of his best friend, right?”
“You’re taking that out of context.”
“Is context needed?” Shuji raised an eyebrow, honey coloured eyes glinting in the light of the setting sun.
“Well..” Chifuyu thought back, shameless to say with a hint of pride as he recalled pinning Kazutora by the neck, slamming his fist repeatedly into the side of his face, almost until the tiger himself blacked out.
He barely recalled the reason, thinking back he wasn’t sure he had a valid one. He barely knew Kazutora at the time and to top it off he barely knew Baji. It was actually a finite starting point to their relationship as friends and what got them to be as close as they were.
“No, I guess not..” Chifuyu stilled his feet, “but what would you need me for? Don’t tell me you’re apart of some crazy cult or something like that.”
“Something like that.” Hanma slowly repeated, his smile twisting into soft satisfaction as he eagerly watched Chifuyu, the younger paying him little to no mind.
“Thanks but no thanks.” Chifuyu’s brows lowered, once again meeting Shuji’s gaze. “Not down for that cult stuff.”
“Eh, we still got time.”
“ ‘got time’? what are you pulling a Jonestown?”
“Oof” Hanma hissed, “too soon.”
Chifuyu laughed at this, seeing Hanma’s exaggerated expression as he scrunched his face in humoured distaste.
“Too soon my ass” Chifuyu giggled beside him, “I didn’t pick you for a cultist”
“Ah so you’re typing me now, huh?” Hanma hummed, slick and smooth as he nudged his shoulder towards the younger. Chifuyu just shook his head, eyes training back on the city and not the beautifully beaming young man beside him.
“And well it’s not exactly a cult.”
“Okay then, what exactly is this ‘not cult’?”
“Well.” His head tilted to the side, “it’s not exactly something legal either”
“God if you're trying to recruit me to drug pedal I swear to god-“
“No not-“ Hanma stopped as he let out a laugh, deep and uproarious, “you seriously take me for a cultist or a drug dealer? Really ?” He wheezed, rendered breathless.
“I don’t know!” Chifuyu laughed, smiling wide towards Shuji, brows raised and genuine interest in his tone.
“Damn. I’m not giving off the right impression”
“What impression are you trying for, exactly?”
“I like to think I’m the cool, calm and mysterious type”
“Oh” Chifuyu snorted, clearly skeptical.
“Oh?” Hanma repeated,
Amidst his soft chuckle, “you’d make a good comedian” Chifuyu hummed.
“I really don’t think you’re very nice, Motsuanu.” Shuji chuckled, he couldn’t help but smile through Chifuyu’s infectious laughter. The pair had only just met, but something about the young blonde really sat heavy with Shuji.
“Oh dear god- just stop” Chifuyu wheezed, holding his stomach as he keeled forward, “don’t- just stop trying to call me that” he laughed, holding his sides.
“What am I supposed to call you then?” Hanma laughed, soft, watching with newfound interest as Chifuyu laughed and snorted, clutching his sides as he leaned dangerously close to the edge.
He held his hand out slightly, ready to grab the younger Incase he’d fall, but before chifuyu noticed, he’d leant back, back pressing into the thin metal railing as he let out deep, wheezing breaths.
“I dunno, try my actual name?”
“Here, let’s strike a deal.”
“A deal?”
“I won’t have to remember your surname, so long as one day you take mine.”
“Oh!” Chifuyu’s turn to mockingly jest, his nose scrunching as he tried to breath through the laughter, “not gonna happen!”
“Fuck it, then I’m just gonna call you kitten”
“What now?” He turned his head, brows raised and face red from laughing, smile still prominent across his lips even through his confused expression. “You’re really going to efforts to not ask for my first name, huh”
“Oh I see, you got a thing against pet names?”
“What you’re really just gonna call me ‘kitten’ ?” He scoffed, brows slanting through his wheeze. “Kitten?”
“Unless you don’t want me to?”
“I don’t want you to.”
“Naw, kitten, don’t be like that.” Hanma smirked, looking back to the sun. “See? ‘S not that bad.”
“Oh my god what even are you?”
“A non-mysterious- cultist apparently” he shrugged, calm and nonchalant despite the soft smile on his lips.
Chifuyu groaned in jest, actually enjoying this guy's company, but now at a loss of what to say, though, still holding Chifuyu’s attention.
Seconds flew by without another word from either, Hanma leant forward on his knees, staring down the body of the building just as Chifuyu had been moments prior.
“No, I..” Shuji began, tossing between a confession and a beautiful lie parading at the tip of his tongue.
“I’m not a good person.”
“Oh?” Chifuyu huffed, finally calm and caught his breath.
Shuji smiled, his gaze still fixed downward, but this one felt different than the last. He looked.. almost sad from Chifuyu’s point, lost in thought for several moments. It was weird seeing him so calm, not running his mouth or in a fit of laughter. It showed a more human side to Hanma, one Chifuyu nor any of his friends had really been privy to.
Judging by how quiet and still he was, Chifuyu felt like it was something no one had seen before. A side to Shuji he prefer to keep at reach at all times. It made Chifuyu wonder just how many layers such a person could have had.
“I’m the devil, I’m sure.”
“Hanma-“
“Pleased, call me Shuji.” He nodded, honey-golden eyes once more meeting with the blonde. A soft blush creeping across Chifuyu’s cheeks as he stared, wide eyed and the vulnerable, older boy. His golden eyes looked so pained, so lonely...
“Shuji.. Are you.. okay?” Chifuyu queried, tone soft and low as if consoling a broken soul. He watched as Hanma’s lips curled into a soft smile, almost like he knew what Chifuyu was thinking, like was silently confirming he is, in fact, damaged. Shuji gave a little nod, eyes slowly drifting to focused down.
“Do you believe in fate, Matsuno.?” He softly asked, soft smile not dipping for a second.
“I’m not sure what you mean?”
“Like.. everything in life is set before you, things, problems.. people. all put in your path on purpose for one reason or another.” He shrugged. “Destiny.”
“I don’t think so. Sounds a bit far-fetched to me.”
He let out a small chuckle at this, his voice low and soft as his face rose, staring towards the beaming colours surrounding the setting sun.
“ ‘Does, doesn’t it.”
“Do you.. believe in destiny, Hanma?”
“I think I’m starting to..”
For a moment, Chifuyu felt warm. His chest heavy and yet incomprehensibly light.
God, he hoped this feeling would pass, come and go like the crashing of waves and pray they don’t sweep him off his feet and drag him out to sea.
But in that moment, staring up at Shuji, his smile so soft and endearing, so exposed. Chifuyu thought maybe he wouldn’t mind drowning after all, If the upside was seeing Shuji’s smile, maybe it would be worth it.
But with fate avidly working against them, ending the pair adrift on two different sides of the same coin. No less inseparable, no less committed, even twelve years later the pair were still in their own world, oblivious to reality twisting in around them. Their lie fizzling out underneath them day by day, leaving the young lovers none the wiser.
“They sent just one cop? I’dve never’d
guessed” Shuji lied, holding a cigarette between two golden ringed fingers, calmly patting his pockets in search for a lighter.
Chifuyu tilted his head up at the older man. His gold rimmed glasses sparkled, catching the light in the sun, Chifuyu’s eye drawn up to them.
Even as an adult, Shuji was still so, effortlessly beautiful. Behind all those jewels and all that jewelry, under the expensive suits and lavish products. Naked and bland, he was still so beautiful.
Chifuyu pulled out a lighter that he didn’t not own from his vest pocket, an intricately carved grimreaper engraved up the face of the zippo. Striking the flint, the butane lit, drawing Shuji’s eyes to Chifuyu’s with a sly, knowing smile.
“Nifty lil thing you got there..” Shuji hummed with a deep draw of his smoke. “Wonder where you got it..”
Ignoring him, Chifuyu looked away, hiding the pink tint to his cheeks as he tucked the lighter back inside his pocket.
“Just one cop.. who else were you expecting then?” Chifuyu mumbled. The elevator doors they were waiting for crawling open with a ding.
Shuji puffed out a plume of smoke, his smile wide and cheeky as he grinned down at Chifuyu.
“Someone more.. expendable” Shuji hummed, stepping into the elevator without another word.
Chifuyu eagerly followed, hands tucked into his suit pockets as he stood beside the tall, almost intimidating criminal hitman. Chifuyu glanced upwards for but a moment, the one whole view camera the elevator held on full display in the center of the ceiling. Not necessarily discreet, which was good for the pair, but it would likely get the job done. Working against their favour.
“I’m sure I can handle myself against the likes of you.” Chifuyu spoke, confident and proud as ever as he glanced up to the elder.
“Can you now?”
“Of course.”
“I’m a bad person Mr. Matsuno” Shuji smiled, a term he’d relinquished himself to. “Sin, punishment, it’s my forte really” In all manner of speaking, Shuji wholeheartedly believed he was nothing less than the devil himself, unworthy of redemption, unworthy of love. But what he had managed to sink his fangs into, was something he would die for, no curse or namesake could take that from him, not without a fight.
Chifuyu, on the other hand. One soft finger grazing the back of Shuji’s palm, tracing thick lines of the black tattoo once carved into his skin, now healed over in slightly raised, black-blue ink. He was soft and gentle with just the tip of his index finger gliding lovingly over his skin.
“You’re so much more than that.” He spoke, just above a whisper. Too fine for any microphone in this day and age to pick up. Shuji watched, eyes low as Chifuyu softly dragged across his hand before reluctantly pulling away. “You're too cocky for your own good.” He called, exaggerated and forward.
“Well, who am I to defy the likes of you.” Shuji muttered around the cigarette, one more deep draw before he held it lax in between his fingers, falling to his side.
“If you weren’t one for defiance, you’d come quietly”
“Oh, are you arresting me now? On what charges?” Shuji sang with way too little worry in his tone. “Or what is it? You just want me to be a good boy, hmm? get down on my knees and beg..” his eyes landed on the handcuff hanging from Chifuyu’s belt, “cuff me?”
Chifuyu pinched his eyes shut, praying his reaction wasn’t as readable as he felt it was, fighting back the urge to huff a laugh or scream.
“you have something I want” Chifuyu eyed him, cautious and wary as he desperately fought to keep his composure. For a moment even Shuji was stumped. But his idiot grin crept back onto his lips, a small envelope being pulled from his suit pocket. He waved it in his hands, a twinkle in his eye.
“You mean this lil thing?”
As soon as he saw it, Chifuyu went to grab it but Shuji pulled it out of his reach just in time for him to grab a fist full of air. Retracting with a defeated sigh.
“Uh, uh, ah.” He tsk’d, “not until you hold up your end of the bargain.”
Chifuyu rolled his eyes, arms folding.
“When we get to the governor's office you'll have your end kept.”
“And until then I’m keeping this baby on my persons at all times” Shuji hummed, tucking it back into his pocket.
“What’s in it anyway.”
“Wouldn’t you like to know” Shuji winked, now empty hand running through his streaked hair as he took another drag of his cigarette, eyes on Chifuyu all the while.
“If you’re honest. Then it’s in regards to you assassinating the head of my office.” Chifuyu rolled his jaw, “and I can’t imagine you’d be the type to incriminate yourself in such a way.”
“Assassinating? Such an ugly word, what I do.. It’s just business, Mr. Matsuno. I’m sure you know all about that”
“Y’know I can’t let you do this”
“And what’re you gonna do? Shoot me?” Shuji snickered, barely so much as a flinch as Chifuyu withdrew his gun and aimed it square for Shuji’s temple.
“If that’s what I have to do to stop you.. I will” Chifuyu growled, low and deep. It would've been menacing if there wasn’t such a sense of hesitance in his voice.
Shuji’s lips stretched into a wide grin, his head lulling back as he watched Chifuyu from the corner of his eye.
“Oh kitten, you should know to never draw your gun on a gangster”
In an instant, Shuji had Chifuyu’s weapon clad hand slamming against the back wall of the elevator, Chifuyu grunted at the impact, jaw hung open as a breath of air was forced from his lungs. He tried to push forward, but Shuji’s other palm, ‘punishment’ pressed flat against his chest to keep him in place.
“What are you doing.” Shuji hissed a whisper, “I thought I taught you better than this.”
But as Shuji outpaced Chifuyu with speed, Chifuyu had his wits. He’d already unholstered Shuji’s gun, pressing it under the elders chin before he’d even realise what Chifuyu’d done.
“You’re the one making sex jokes” Chifuyu hissed just above a whisper.
Though when Shuji’d felt the cold sting of the rim of the pistol against his jaw, his grin didn't falter, eyes weighing down on Chifuyu with such heavy adoration. If they weren’t in such clear view of the camera, Chifuyu’d have half a mind to kiss him.
“Now, now, baby.” He hummed, “and I thought I had you.”
Chifuyu smirked, sly and sweet, eyed low as he ticked his head to the side. A small gesture that radiated confidence.
“Eh, I picked up a few things.” Chifuyu shrugged, “who knows when you might just have to outwit the devil once or twice.”
Shuji barked a soft chuckle, his nose softly caressing Chifuyu’s cheek. The gun unmoving from its place under his chin.
“Oh, is that right?” Shuji whispered back, his tone so low and intoxicating, Chifuyu almost forgot they were being monitored, fighting back every impulse he had not to cave under Shuji’s will.
“Y’know the safety’s off, yeah?” He purred, his lips brushing over Chifuyu’s. Shuji’s breath hot and tempting against his lips, making the younger's skin crawl in thrill, his heart burning in his chest.
“Dare me?” Chifuyu replied, voice low and pulled back the hammer of the gun, hearing it click into place. Hanma let out another small laugh, his breath catching on Chifuyu’s tongue, causing the youngers toes to curl in his boots.
God, he was so close, so warm, so..
Chifuyu wanted to pull away, protest or just stop Hanma in his tracks, knowing every second of silence from the pair was a horrid red flag on both their records, but as Shuji finally kissed him, soft and sweet, Chifuyu couldn’t help but hum against him, all his care and worry about his job, reputation and safety all washing down the drain. He couldn’t stop giving Shuji soft, tender smooches, a sensation he never wanted to break from, kissing until they lost their breath, brows furrowed and panting.
“Shu, stop th.. the wire- '' Chifuyu tried to choke, feeling the press of the small recorder against his sternum, still covered by Shuji’s hand.
Shuji just let out a deep, low laugh. His voice so charming and rough at such a low volume. “What? You think I’d let you get caught?” He hummed, smile wide and warm.
Chifuyu just hummed a soft laugh, feeling Shuji kiss him again before the elevator doors rolled to an open. Shuji pulled from Chifuyu, hearing the zip of rounds from his silenced-pistol hiss throughout the elevator. Glancing over his shoulder, Shuji saw two officers, two of Chifuyu’s coworkers drop to the ground, blood spewing from various points in their chest and neck.
“You shot them?” Shuji asked incredulously, brow raised as he gave way to Chifuyu, letting him slip from his hold. Shuji watched as Chifuyu quickly ran through the elevator doors, stopping for a second to turn back and face him as though the question he asked was ridiculous. “They’re the good guys?”
“They were tryna kill you!” Chifuyu shouted, same confused expression on his face, before running off and disappearing into the hall.
“Uh, Yeah!? I'm the bad guy?!” Shuji called after him, he went to follow but tried for his gun.
“Shit” Shuji hissed. Checking his holster for his gun that, Chifuyu’d just run off with, upon realising, he then tried for the envelope which too was gone, Shuji’s brows furrowed as he glanced about the elevator.
“Chi-“ he corrected himself, “fucking, Matsuno!” Shuji yelled, rushing out the elevator after the younger man.
He saw him running down the hall, already to the furthest point. Soot black hair bouncing as he stopped. jumping about at the corner of the next corridor, waving the piece of paper in the air before rushing out of sight.
Shuji just laughed, shaking his head as he ran another hand through his hair. Glancing about the open corridors before his eyes turned a snide shade of sinister.
-
Chifuyu was exasperated, breath hitching as ran down the corridor, confident he’d lost Shuji, envelope tucked into his pocket and stolen gun in hand. He’d holstered his own, but refused to relinquish Shuji’s weapon to him for fear of giving the elder man the upper hand.
Turning down the hall, two rooms short of the governors office, Chifuyu felt a large palm wrap around his face before he was dragged into a small room directly beside the office he was pursuing.
Before he could see his abductor, the door was slammed shut and locked from the inside. The sound of a key tinkering away before Chifuyu was freed.
It was dark, the only light in the room coming from a sliver under the door, illuminating nothing barring the backs of Chifuyu’s shoes.
“Hey, what’re you-“ he tried to protest, clearly too loud for his abductors liking as the next thing Chifuyu felt were hands on the side of his face, lips crashing against his own until he stumbled back against the wall. It was then he realised how small the room was, he could feel the door under his palm, the corner for the wall pressing into his other elbow, Chifuyu quickly realised they must’ve been in a cleaning pantry of some sort, thought that was growing to the lease of his concerns.
“Mm-“ he stopped, one hand on the other persons chest, pushing him back, he growled a “hey! I’m fucking married-“
“Yeah, to me” Shuji purred, pressing back into kissing Chifuyu. It was then familiar, inebriating scent of expensive cologne and scotch whiskey filled Chifuyu’s senses, leaving him in a weird state of limbo between safe and secure and uneasy risk.
If they were caught, they’d surely be executed on the spot, no hesitation, either by Toman or the Tokyo government. But that knowledge didn’t stop Shuji, as his fingers word diligently to strip back the layers of Chifuyu’s suit, hand clasping around the metal box taped to Chifuyu’s chest, ripping it off in one motion before carelessly dropping the mic pack to the floor and crushing it with the heel of his foot, all the while peppering Chifuyu in kisses, covering his neck and cheek. “What a show you put on” he hummed, “you were right, you could best me once or twice” he muttered between kisses and soft bites on Chifuyu’s lips.
“We’re- we’re not safe in here, Shu-“ Chifuyu huffed, but was quickly silenced as Shuji pushed him into a more open mouthed kiss, swallowing up every huff and moan Chifuyu couldn’t repress. Needy hands clawing the soft flesh of his exposed sides in an aching temptation to pull the other as close to their heart as possible, any distance was too much in those seconds.
Working against his own words, Chifuyu was sure he popped the top three buttons off Shuji’s shirt, needy, almost desperate to be closer to him. As quickly as he voiced his concern, it faded into the back of his mind. All that mattered in that moment was him, and Hanma.
Chifuyu sucked in his own lip, biting down to keep himself quiet as he focused on the feeling of Shuji’s hand’s ghosting over the front of his slacks, long fingers undoing the belt with ease before slowly drawing down his zipper.
The anticipation was killing Chifuyu, the thudding of his heart ringing so loud in his ears.
Use to the darkness Shuji, however, was drinking up the sight. Little obedient Chifuyu, back pressed flat against the wall, hands digging into Shuji’s shoulders, black hair disheveled and messy, draping over his flushed face. Everything he did, in Shuji’s eyes, was godly. A true saint, an Angel in disguise.
To Shuji, he was everything.
Hanma let out a soft laugh, pressing himself against Chifuyu’s chest as he dropped the youngers pants to the floor. Large palms running up Chifuyu’s soft skin, the sensation of touching him alone felt heavier, more addictive than any high.
Taking Chifuyu’s dick in his hand, slowly he stroked up the youngers hard length, thumb caressing over the tip of his dick before drawling back down.
Chifuyu’s breath hitched, brows pinching as his fingers curled into the loose fabric of Shuji’s shirt. He tried so hard to be quiet.
As if teasing him wasn’t enough with that slow, aching pace. Shuji’s lips just barely ghosted over his own, soft and tantalizing, refusing to seal the kiss.
Even going so far as to pull back whenever Chifuyu leant forward, desperate to just fucking kiss him already. But Shuji just smiled, wide and cocky as he continued to slowly stroke Chifuyu.
“Shuuuu- fuck” he drawled, biting down on his lip with more and more aggression, feeling Shuji’s lips softly close to peck the corners of his mouth, his wrist still maddeningly slow as he languidly jerked up and down his cock. Other hand tangling in Chifuyu’s hair, loving, gentle caresses up the nape of his neck.
“Please just, Shuji, fuck, please, please” he whimpered, his voice almost a cry as he tried to thrust up into Shuji’s palm, earning a soft ‘Tsk tsk Tsk’ from the ‘devil’ himself.
“So impatient baby” he sighed, golden eyes carefully studying every twitch of Chifuyu’s lips, crinkle of his eyes or furrow of his brow.
“Baby, please I, please-“ he begged, pulling at Shuji’s shirt with growing force. Hanma chuckled, leaning in and finally kissing Chifuyu, his hand pumping a little bit faster before one last run up his dick.
“Anything for you, my forbidden love” he softly mumbled against Chifuyu’s lips, hearing him gasp out another little sigh before Shuji grabbed and rotated Chifuyu’s hips, turning Chifuyu and pressing the youngers chest and cheek flush against the cool wall, pulling the collar of his shirt down to expose his shoulder and bunching the rest up to sit above his hips.
Pressing himself back against Shuji, Chifuyu sucked in a short gasp, his body vibrating as he felt the bulge under Shuji’s soft cotton dress pants. Once Shuji has the zipper down, his own dick in his hand, Chifuyu flinched.
“No, wait!” Chifuyutried, “Shuji, we’ll get caugt-'' ,but Hanma stopped, chin resting right above Chifuyu’s shoulder, lips softly grazing against the back of his ear.
“No?” He asked lowly, sounded to be genuinely asking, his movements stalling as he waited patiently for an answer.
But Chifuyu bit his lip, he’d be lying if he said the prospect of their high risk situation wasn’t thrilling.
He’d be lying if he said he did want Shuji to stop.
Chifuyu lowered his head, trying to steady his breathing with such a mental promise his vocality wouldn’t get them caught, like if he kept calm now he wouldn’t make a scene in mere minutes.
Shuji’s lips split into a grin, chin lowering as his teeth sunk into the soft flesh. Chifuyu let out an airy whimper, two of Shuji’s fingers slipping into his mouth as he did, quickly silencing him as he sucked down on the digits, his tongue running under Shuji’s long fingers, rubbing them against his tongue as though there were the sweet of a candy.
Stroking up the length of his own cock, Shuji pressed himself against Chifuyu. Impatient, flooded with a potent, burning heat in his chest he just couldn’t satiate, a horrid addiction he had to his own partner. As soon as Shuji thrust into him, Chifuyu moaned a very audible “Oh-“ almost instantly Shuji stilled and had to wrap his palm around Chifuyu’s mouth to muffle the noise, holding his head back against his chest to stabilize him.
The timing was perfect as voices and footsteps could be heard from outside the door not even a second later. Shuji listened for a moment, Chifuyu breaking a sweat underneath him as he tried to edge back further on Shuji’s dick, eyes fluttering and a low growl in his throat as he took him all in and stilled flush against him, feeling Shuji twitch inside him.
“Too loud baby,” Shuji lowly gruffed, kissing Chifuyu on the side of the forehead. His other hand held firmly on Chifuyu’s hip pushing him in time with every thrust. “Oh, Fuck” he hissed, listening to every soft moan he’d pound out of the younger like it was the most delicate of melodies.
Shuji’s hand ran up Chifuyu’s body, leaving his hip as it searched for his tie. Shuji nuzzled against Chifuyu, thrusts becoming shallow and almost teasing as he whispered in his ear. “You gonna be good for me baby?” Chifuyu nodded with erratic force, feeling Shuji’s hand slip away from his lips, leaving him room to take in deep, heaving breaths.
“Good boy” Shuji praised, throwing Chifuyu’s tie over his shoulder, his hands returned to the youngers back, caressing his soft skin as he pushed a bow into his spine, arching him so beautifully, pushing him further into him in the tight, confined space.
“Now if you get loud again..” Shuji whispered, “I’m gonna gag you.”
Chifuyu nodded, face flushed and eyes unfocused as he pressed his cheek against the wall. Desperate to continue. Voices could still be heard in the hall, at least three people were less than two meters from the boys and didn’t seem to have any plans of moving any time soon.
Shuji didn’t mind, he loved the thrill of it, even though in the back of his head he was only keeping quiet to protect Chifuyu, he still loved the risk involved.
Holding Chifuyu’s hips, Shuji fucked into him, harder, deeper than he had before. Almost instantly Chifuyu cried out “oh fuc-“ before slapping his hand over his own mouth, though his palm wasn’t as thorough or soundproof as Shuji’s. His whimpers and moans almost louder than the lewd, wet slapping sound flooding the small room at volume.
Quickly, Chifuyu felt his necktie run up his throat. He pulled his hand away for Shuji to softly slot it inside his teeth, tightening it only enough for it not to slip.
It affectingly muffled Chifuyu enough for the voices outside the door to still be heard, a good sign on Shuji’s part, enough for him to pound into Chifuyu at the same, unrelenting pace.
Fuck it felt good, but through and through Shuji just couldn’t take his eyes off him, tears beading around his lashline, fingers curled and face scrunched in pure ecstasy. It was a sight to behold, a sense of pure enchantment and it was all Shuji’s.
-
Tie still caught in his mouth, Chifuyu panted around the taut, damp fabric as Shuji’s hands dug into his hair just the way he liked, angling his head back so slightly.
“You’re so beautiful” he smiled, placing kiss after kiss down his neck. “So sweet aren’t you, My love?” Softly, Shuji let his hair go, a soft scratch of his scalp to ease the tension before his long, delicate hands twisted around Chifuyu’s torso. Carefully doing up each of the buttons of his shirt up, out of sight, with expert-like precision.
Chifuyu was still huffing, breathing heavily through his nose as his head fell forward, resting against the cool of the wall. Sweat trickling from his cheeks and air thoroughly knocked out of him.
He felt something cold around his wrists, but his mind was more focused on how his body ached, mind still foggy with the mist of pleasure and drunk on Shuji, in hindsight, Chifuyu felt no less than high in that moment, barely conscious as Shuji fixed up his pants, straightening out his clothes and sitting him comfortably on the floor.
He came to only as Shuji kissed down on his neck before stopping and fixing up the collar of his shirt.
Sparkly, green eyes fixed on the older man, smiling down at him. A soft wink of the elders eye as he held up the envelope and cuff keys, shaking them in his hands. He whispered a soft, “ see you at home, baby” before quickly, swiftly, dipping out of the room.
Chifuyu, now conscious as ever, gaze dropped down as be stared at his wrists, seeing the nice, shiny cuffs he wore on his belt now firmly clasped around them before staring at the door Shuji just left from, a look of pure perplexion and slow acceptance crossing his face.
Chifuyu groaned, letting out muffled shouts to alert someone of his whereabouts, but inside he was laughing.
There was no ocean in Heaven that felt better than drowning in the devil.
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When Chifuyu got home, four hours later, be had done Chifuyu the honours of running an nice, warm bath and preparing(by ordering) Chifuyu’s favourite food.
They always knew their choice in career paths would cross over from time to time, but that never made Shuji feel any less guilty for how they’d have to play out. Hugging Chifuyu and complaining well until their bath and food went cold and then showering him with love and affection as he reheated both.
Shuji was no Devil.