“Do you recall when Mikuni said Tsurugi arrived at his apartment last night?” Junichirou called over his shoulder to Yumikage. The blonde himself leaned against the door to the surveillance room with a heavy glower set on his face. Since they’d spoken on the phone, Yumikage had remained in a rotten mood. Junichirou could hardly blame him for it, but they needed to cooperate here or they would also be at Touma’s mercy for their involvement—however slight it was.
“The hell if I would know. Like I’m going to pay attention to anything that bastard says!” Yumikage spat back, helpful as ever. Gods… he needed a fucking drink after this.
Junichirou sighed with defeat and turned his head back to the monitors. It had taken some time to get into the surveillance room, but they’d managed after a talk with Tinker and Tsuyuki—who ironically was scheduled for surveillance duty that day. It was originally Tinker’s turn to view surveillance, but Shuuhei—predictably, had lost a wager against her and now had taken over the job. It was probably for the best as well, considering when Junichirou and Yumikage had arrived Shuuhei had a set of latex gloves on hand and a data transfer cable along with an external drive. Always prepared that one. The conversation amongst the four had been something to behold.
“Wait so Kamiya-kun’s old partner used to be his lover?” Tinker asked in surprise.
“I wouldn’t jump right to lover… but they were close intimately, yes,” Junichirou tried to straighten out any misconceptions, but it didn’t appear to be working as Tinker’s eyes literally sparkled like something out of a manga. A slight flush hit her cheeks that were then immediately covered by her hands.
“That’s so romantic…!”
“Che…” Yumikage clicked his tongue in annoyance at the old memories surfacing. He cast his head away, digging the ball of his foot against the tile floor.
“It was… probably the happiest I saw him in some time,” Junichirou somewhat more nervously continued with a small smile. He knew Tinker tended to get overexcited with things easily, but this usually involved things like engineering and mechanics—not someone’s personal life.
“So did they—y’know~?” Tinker pushed further for detail.
Her hands slipped from her face and index fingers pressed together innocently, though her excitable tone suggested anything but. Its invasive almost obsessive infliction had Junichirou nervously scratching the back of his head wondering just how in the world he was supposed to answer such a question. Tinker didn’t seem at all abashed in response and leaned forward more with a wide smile and those same sparkling eyes that practically begged for juicy details.
“NO ONE NEEDS TO KNOW ANYTHING LIKE THAT,” Shuuhei interjected thankfully. Junichirou felt a pressure lift from him and Tinker woefully sank back into her chair with a pout.
“Teriyaki always runs my fun,” she grumbled and swiveled in her chair some.
“It’s Tsuyuki,” Shuuhei corrected her with an annoyed grumble, “Details like that are unnecessary in this matter so it’s best to leave them unknown.”
“Says me indeed,” Shuuhei adjusted his glasses before resuming his focus back on Yumikage and Junichirou, “If I understand correctly then to wave off any suspicion we’re supposed to act as if this ‘purchase’ is in full effect if Kamiya-kun reaches out to us.”
“That’s correct,” Junichirou nodded, feeling a lot more at ease with the conversation getting back on track.
“You should have told me about this before deciding anything. C3 is in jeopardy enough as it is. We can’t afford to lose Kamiya-kun right now. It’s a huge loss in power for us and our situation is dire enough as it is. I don’t agree to this.”
“Agree or not it’s already in effect,” Junichirou responded calmly. He knew exactly where Shuuhei stood with regard to all that was occurring within C3 at the moment, and to be honest he didn’t blame Shuuhei one bit for it. However, there was a lot the 22-year-old didn’t know, especially with regards to the relation between Tsurugi and the vice branch manager, “If you don’t cooperate not only will Tsurugi be in jeopardy, but Tsukimitsu and myself as well. Can you really afford to lose all three of us?”
“We can’t afford to lose a single one of you. Call him back,” Shuuhei grunted.
“That’s not possible,” Junichirou shook his head.
“Why not? Nothing’s started yet. He can return here and it will be like nothing ever happened.”
“It won’t. There’s already footage of him leaving C3. If Touma sees it, Tsurugi will be confronted.”
“What’s wrong with that? He disobeyed, he deserves to be told off for going against protocol. Especially in times like this. We need him here.”
“It’s not as simple as being told off.”
“What do you mean?”
“--It’s complicated,” Yumikage finally interjected.
Shuuhei and Tinker both turned their heads to the sour blonde who, other than a few grumbles under his breath, had remained silent for the whole conversation. Yumikage cast a steely blue gaze up at them in response. He really didn’t want to tell anyone other than those that already knew just what kind of a monster Touma really was.
“You could say… that we probably hate that bastard more than you hate vampires,” Yumikage muttered lowly.
There was a resigned hollowness to his gaze that sent even Shuuhei’s cold look running for cover. Yumikage was generally an angry person, but when he truly loathed something it was completely different. If possible, it felt as if the man himself could rip out any happiness in the room with a single glance. It was this same glance being cast now that convinced Shuuhei enough that the pair before him hadn’t made this decision rashly. This was a longstanding hatred that was beyond anything he knew of. It rivalled his own, and that meant that it deserved respect and deserved to be heard out in full.
With a resigned sigh, he closed his eyes a moment and adjusted his glasses, “Fine then… what do you plan to do about the Sloth pair? That’s Kamiya-kun’s direct responsibility. We can’t let them wander freely.”
“I’ll take over it,” Yumikage spoke out, “I’m the most qualified after Tsurugi anyways.”
“What about your other work?” Junichirou looked to his partner with a concerned gaze.
Yumikage simply shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. It couldn’t be helped, “I’ll manage. It’s not like we’re busy right now.”
‘Yumikage…’ Junichirou could understand his partner’s feelings. If he wasn’t so busy stretching himself between work and his son, he would’ve offered as well. However, with his wife gone he was the only one left in his son’s life. He couldn’t bear to risk what little he had left right now. The tied hands he lived with sent a shiver of guilt down his spine, bringing a weight to his shoulders knowing Yumikage was taking on all of the burden himself. All three of them had been so close growing up, and in a time of great need Junichirou found himself unable to offer little assistance to both of them. There had to be something he could do…
“So… what are the tasks Mikuni-san asked you to do?” Tinker spoke up, sensing the heavy atmosphere and tried her best to dissolve it with getting back on topic.
“Well, first we need to erase the footage of Tsurugi leaving C3. It’s probably spread across multiple cameras so it will take some time. The sooner we do it though, the better our rate of success.”
“The vice branch manager is almost always poking his head into the surveillance room. You better act quickly,” Shuuhei added.
“Yah…” Junichirou scratched the back of his head, looking to Shuuhei and Tinker again, “We know. That’s why we need your help.”
“If you can find the first camera on Kamiya-kun’s room and the time he left, I can track the cameras from there and do an image wipe,” Tinker spoke up again.
“You can do that?” Junichirou asked in surprise.
“Sure, it’s pretty easy,” Tinker pointed to the equipment behind her, “I’ve got some software I can edit over the image of Kamiya-kun leaving so it looks as if he never left. The metadata on the tapes won’t change then as well as the times. That way if the footage is looked at in detail it’s pretty much untraceable.”
“What if they come to you in order to research the tapes? You’ll be forced to do everything you can to try and decode your own cover up,” Yumikage replied.
“Oh I’ll be fine,” Tinker smiled and waved her hand dismissively, “I can bluff my way out of a paper bag if I want. And there’s no way to even tell the data’s been messed with so none of my equipment would be able to detect any foul play.”
“That’s a horrible analogy…” Shuuhei muttered at Tinker’s bluff example with an unimpressed look.
“Awww! I thought it was clever!” she pouted up at her senior.
Shuuhei ignored her in response and folded his arms across his chest, leaning back against Tinker’s desk.
“I still have a few lingering questions. What do you plan to do for any missions you’re called on? The minute Code Balder is initialized everyone will know he’s missing.”
“Not at first, Tsurugi’s skipped work plenty of times. It’s not unusual,” Junichiriou replied.
“What if the vice branch manager calls direct for him?”
“We’ll deal with that when the time comes. There likely won’t be any way around admitting Tsurugi’s not with us. Mikuni’s aware of this as well, knowing the rouse can’t last forever.”
“If he knows it won’t last forever why use it in the first place?”
“He wants to buy time.”
Junichirou faltered, not knowing quite where to go with this. Explaining any further would reveal more personal details on Tsurugi’s life with Touma. He looked to Yumikage for any sort of guidance on what was the best way to approach the matter. Yumikage regarded his friend with a less than thrilled gaze but took the reins and spoke up, stepping forward.
“What we’re about to say, doesn’t leave this room. It should go without saying as well, but the footage of this conversation also needs to be erased.”
“Of course,” Tinker nodded as she and Tsuyuki watched the pair with expectant eyes.
“ …Going to need a few days’ rest,” the doctor spoke while examining the x-rays in her office.
Mikuni and Tsurugi sat in one of the offices at the emergency clinic with Tsurugi dressed in a hospital gown and swim trunks. Mikuni hadn’t bothered dressing him too properly, not knowing what may be injured on him, but the man needed something. Thinking quickly on his feet, Mikuni had grabbed a fresh pair of swim trunks from his room, helping slip them onto Tsurugi’s waist while they had waited for the ambulance to arrive. Given how badly the man had been clutching his arm and hissing in pain, the Alicein didn’t even bother with a shirt and merely placed a dry towel on his shoulders to keep him from catching cold. Tsurugi didn’t like having his body so exposed… given the sight of it, but there was little he could do to protest with the state of things.
Once the ambulance had arrived, Tsurugi was escorted downstairs and into the emergency vehicle with Mikuni following behind. For a first day together, this really wasn’t how Mikuni had anticipated it going.
Arriving at the hospital, Tsurugi was taken to radiology for x-rays and given a full exam by the staff on call. Not being related to the man, Mikuni was ordered to sit in the waiting room until Tsurugi was given clearance to be seen. Mikuni took the opportunity to his advantage as a means to clear his head and reassess the situation. He walked out of the hospital, just past the smoking room and sat on one of the benches nearby. He wondered briefly, if smoking like his old partner did would help him calm down and think straight, but he just couldn’t handle the smell of it.
Jeje, who hid himself under Mikuni’s scarf while travelling, finally emerged his head and looked over to his eve who seemed deep in thought on the whole fiasco. The Servamp was tempted to speak, but thought better of it and held his tongue for now. He was curious to see just what sort of plan his eve may come up with next to combat this unfortunate error in judgement. To have one of Mikuni’s plans backfire on him was a rare occurrence. Come to think of it… had that ever happened before? Was Mikuni slipping? Surely his eve had to be asking these same questions while mulling it over in his mind.
“This shouldn’t change anything no matter the result,” Mikuni finally muttered—assumedly to Jeje, “If he’s less mobile then it’s less chance he has to try running back to that place. I’m sure he still wants to, despite what I’ve said.”
“…Do you think he’ll… suspect his phone was tampered with?” Jeje asked in a whisper.
“It’s possible… but I doubt it. C3 members are given their own work phones. Since Tsurugi has only lived at that place, his phone is obviously a work phone. It would stand to reason that it’d be shut down after his contract is terminated.”
“…The data… would likely also be wiped… you didn’t do that.”
Mikuni bit at his lower lip. That was a complete error in judgement on his end. He’d originally withheld from doing so to not make his actions seem suspicious. However, Jeje’s comment now had him worried. Thinking on his feet again though, Mikuni came up with a quick solution to it all. As fortune would have it, currently Tsurugi’s old phone was in his possession. He could wipe all the data, but if Tsurugi had looked at the phone and then found later the data was wiped after Mikuni had been in possession of it, that would raise suspicion. Instead, Mikuni would leave the phone as is, feigning ignorance he didn’t know that phones were shut down, considering he had handed his in when his own membership had ended. In addition, it wasn’t so hard to believe that the data couldn’t be wiped when the phone was so far away from the base. Data wipes often had to be done in person—not remotely. Unless it was a virus.
Mikuni felt confident in his cover up and relaxed his shoulders. Much to Jeje’s surprise that is… The Servamp figured his eve must have come up with a plausible strategy to cover himself and keep the rouse in place. As far as Jeje was concerned though, this was starting to seem like a lot of work to be made over someone who could just as easily be killed off. Problem solved. However, Jeje didn’t think like his master. Mikuni was a man that looked to the long-term goals and how to get there. Every pawn was important, and sacrifices need be made only when the timing was right. This was probably why Jeje found himself often tricked by his eve instead of the other way around—the way it had always been in the past. Mikuni was never a doubtful man, and as such it kept the Servamp at bay from consuming him. As much as the Alicein agitated Jeje, he had to admit his current eve was a man to behold.
It was a short while after, that a nurse from the hospital came out looking for Mikuni. She went as far as the entrance calling out his name. Mikuni lifted his head up and removed himself from the bench to head over to her.
“I’m Alicein Mikuni. Is Tsurugi alright?”
“Ah, Alicein-san. This way please,” she ushered him back inside so they could discuss privately. The nurse continued to then escort Mikuni back to the emergency wing of the hospital, “Kamiya-san is in one of our temporary rooms while we wait for the results of his x-rays. There doesn’t seem to be any immediate concern for his injuries, but his shoulder has us a little concerned.”
By the time the nurse had finished speaking, they were outside the room Tsurugi was in. The nurse gestured forward, telling Mikuni it was all right to go in and gave a curt bow.
“You may wait here while we obtain the final results of his exams. Should you need us, please press the red call button here,” she pointed out the emergency call button by the bed Tsurugi was sitting on, before politely excusing herself and shutting the door behind to give the pair some privacy.
With a sigh, Mikuni took a seat on one of the chairs—likely for the doctor, and looked up at Tsurugi. The other was dressed in a gown over Mikuni’s swim trunks and his arm had been placed into a sling for now. His chin had been cleaned up but it wasn’t bandaged yet until the doctors were certain nothing was broken.
“Guess you got pretty banged up huh?” Mikuni looked over Tsurugi with a nod at the sling.
Tsurugi himself was very quiet and reserved. Come to think of it, he’d been that way even tracing back to when Mikuni had first received the phone call. Shyly, his golden eyes moved over to Mikuni before looking back down to the floor.
“…Are you mad?”
“Mad?” Mikuni repeated back, feigning surprise, though he knew damn well why Tsurugi would think he was mad. He decided to pose the question anyways to make his reaction more believable, “Why would I be mad?”
“…Because I got hurt… and now I’m costing you money,” Tsurugi felt a familiar fear rising inside of him as he spoke. As Mikuni’s property, his ‘repair fees’ were now Mikuni’s responsibility… and they didn’t come cheap. Tsurugi had more than a few anomalies hiding inside of him—some Mikuni probably wasn’t even aware of.
“It was an accident, it’s not like you can help it,” Mikuni replied, and rested a hand under his chin.
Despite his words, this fact didn’t seem to register with Tsurugi and the other proceeded to keep his eyes downcast towards the tile flooring.
“I’m not going to boot you out or anything. Is that what you’re afraid of?”
Tsurugi shook his head negatively.
“Well then, what is it? I’m not a mind reader Tsurugi,” especially with your mind, Mikuni noted.
Tsurugi simply flickered his gaze once at Mikuni with a look of absolute guilt before casting his gaze back to the floor. He didn’t want to withhold things from Mikuni, but at the same time he was fearful of what the real answers might bring. Granted, Tsurugi wasn’t an avid fan of sticking to regimes or anything of the sort, but this unfortunately became painfully apparent whenever he was examined. At the very least… he should offer Mikuni a warning.
“…I’m expensive,” he finally replied.
Helpful as Tsurugi thought that might be, this only prompted more confusion and questions from the Alicein, “What do you mean by expensive?”
It had been at that time the doctor looking over Tsurugi’s X-rays finally returned with a nurse proceeding in behind her. Mikuni went to remove himself from the doctor’s seat, but the official waved her hand dismissively, which allowed Mikuni to retake his seat. The doctor displayed the results showing thankfully, nothing was fractured—or at least not that Mikuni could tell. A second later and that suspicion was confirmed.
“Remarkably, nothing is broken, but the right shoulder has been dislocated here,” she pointed to a specific point on the x-rays.
“Is it going to require surgery?” Tsurugi asked up front.
Mikuni looked over at the other, finding the direct approach quite contrasting from his earlier reserved mood. What had prompted this suddenly? Most likely, it had something to do with Tsurugi mentioning he was expensive earlier. Was it a fear that he was perhaps worse off than he thought? That wouldn’t really surprise Mikuni, Tsurugi tended to shake things off he really shouldn’t.
For a moment, Mikuni’s mind travelled back to when they’d been partners and Tsurugi had taken a heavy blow on his behalf. He recalled riding in the ambulance while Tsurugi desperately fought for his life, only to be turned away by the medical staff. At the time, Mikuni had fully believed it was due to Touma’s desires to ‘teach the damn thing a lesson’ when he and Tsurugi had originally been together. In those days, Tsurugi had begun to stray from Touma’s absolute obedience in favour of following Mikuni along like a little duckling. Mikuni wasn’t blind to this of course, which had in part been why he’d left, but the pair had never spoken of the details until now. Mikuni had always assumed, likewise, that the reason for that event was due to some cruel spite from Touma, but now Mikuni wondered… Was Tsurugi something special when it came to medical care?
“Surgery won’t be necessary. We’ll be able to pop it back into place, but you’ll be sore and you’ll need to rest for a few days. We’ll prescribe you some muscle relaxers and pain medication to help ease the discomfort.”
“Ah—“ Tsurugi interjected, moving his good arm out.
Everyone in the room froze momentarily—including Mikuni, looking directly at Tsurugi.
“I… can’t. I’m on other medication.”
“Oh?” The physician pulled out her clipboard to note down the prescriptions, “What other medications do you take?”
“I… can’t tell you… they’re special.”
Naturally, something like this would prompt suspicion from the average person. However, from a medical perspective, this was even more so. Both the physician and nurse narrowed their eyes some.
“Kamiya-san, while we cannot force you… we don’t condone the use of illegal drugs.”
There was an audible slap as Mikuni’s head fell directly into his palm. Of course Tsurugi would make things complicated, why wouldn’t he? It was practically the idiot’s only note-worthy skill! Mikuni knew it was something specific from C3, so Tsurugi wouldn’t be able to say it out-right. However, he could at least lie or offer some better cover up than that. Once again, Mikuni stepped up to fill in the holes of his old partner’s argument.
“He’s on medication for a mental condition prescribed by his psychiatrist,” Tsurugi could pass as a loon. He practically was one already, “He’s on a few different medications so the restrictions are pretty tight. Would we be able to call his doctor and get a list of the recommended medicine we’d be allowed?”
Thank fates for Mikuni. Tsurugi hadn’t realized how awkward he’d made the situation, having never been to a doctor outside of C3. Looking over to Mikuni, the former ace felt a bit insulted at having to play a psychiatric patient, but really… he didn’t even have to act for it to be convincing. He basically was one at this point even if he didn’t have the official title. Lucky man…
The physician seemed to believe Mikuni only partially, but was unable to pursue the issue any further given her own legal restrictions. With a reluctant sigh, she moved over to where Tsurugi was sitting and began carefully removing his sling.
“At least for now, you can work with a few over the counter pain medicines. Follow the instructions on the bottle and don’t take any more than what’s instructed,” she gave a pointed look to Tsurugi, still not quite believing him, “Now I want you to hold your arm at this height and we’re going to pop your shoulder back in. Count back from 3 ok?”
As the countdown sounded, Mikuni watched with interest while Tsurugi looked back to him. At once, both the doctor and nurse applied pressure to the joint, popping it back in with an audible crunch and pop that made Mikuni even wince. Tsurugi however… barely flinched. His eyes were glossy and there had been a small gasp, but otherwise he was remarkably tolerant of the whole ordeal. Even the medical professionals stepped back with a bit of awe and surprise. The nurse then moved in to place his sling back on and begin patching up the small cuts on Tsurugi’s chin to keep them clean; along with a few other minor scrapes.
“Well Kamiya-san, despite some of your quirks I have to say if all of my patients were like you my day would be a lot easier,” the physician then turned back to her clipboard, closing down her computer. It was a sign things were ending, but not without one last hiccup, “Sir,” she then turned her gaze to Mikuni, “Can I ask you to step outside for a moment? We’ll be done shortly.”
Not thinking much of it. Mikuni nodded and got up from his seat, “Sure, no problem. I’ll be waiting outside ‘kay Tsurugi?” he gave a small wave back to the other before heading out. Something about the look on Tsurugi’s face watching Mikuni exit begged the other not to leave him alone with these people. It was only after Mikuni shut the door behind him, did it then dawn on his person.
With Mikuni out of the room, the physician turned her attention back on Tsurugi, “The only other remaining question I have for you now is the lacerations on your skin.”
Tsurugi visibly froze.
“We don’t normally intervene when it comes to a patient’s personal appearance, but the amount of scarring is concerning.”
“I’m fine… they’re old,” Tsurugi tried to remain visibly composed, but he was beginning to tremble. He didn’t like people looking at his scars. He didn’t like people asking questions about them. He didn’t like it… he didn’t like it!
“That may be… but you did come in here with new injuries supposedly from a fall. We’d like you to know however, that this hospital is a safe refuge and aids if you find yourself in a dangerous situation,” The physician reached into her pocket, pulling out a card and handing it to Tsurugi. Tsurugi didn’t even want to look at it. He didn’t want to read the words, “This person you’re with… they’re not hurting you, are they?”
Tsurugi shook his head feverishly, “No…”
“They got me out… But the person I was with… wasn’t hurting me either. These are all mistakes I’ve made.”
Unfortunately, there was only so much one could do with any victim not willing to comply. They couldn’t force a removal, especially if the patient was an adult. They could certainly advise however, and offer as much assistance as possible.
“…All right… if you ever feel unsafe though… call the number on the card and someone will help you get out. Do not lose that card, and don’t show it to anyone.”
Tsurugi nodded his head, just wanting the experience to be over with already.
Soon enough thankfully, it was, and the minute Tsurugi was out of the office Mikuni was there waiting for him. A feigned look of concern was set on his face. He hadn’t thought of it before when Tsurugi was in so much pain, but now that the situation had calmed, Mikuni was kicking himself for not having covered Tsurugi up better. This plan really was starting to show off faults… too many faults for his liking.
“Hey… all patched up?” he tried to lighten up the mood, but both men knew exactly what had transpired behind those closed office doors.
“I wanna get out of here…” Tsurugi brought his working arm up to try and shield himself. However, given the scars on his arms as well, the action did little for him.
Mikuni clicked his tongue in annoyance, trying to think of something he could do. Tsurugi was going to need new clothes and the pair had planned to get some, but this really wasn’t the way Mikuni had thought it would all go down. The only person he could call for help would be Johannes but that was a whole other can of worms he wasn’t ready to open just yet. Calling Yumikage or even Junichirou would be getting an ear full and it was a poor chance either would be available anyways. That left only one choice as amber eyes rolled down to the scarf around his neck.
Jeje… as if almost sensing the opportunity for blood, poked his head right up from inside Mikuni’s scarf, alert to his master’s needs. Well, that’s how Jeje liked to make it seem. Truth be told, he and Mikuni both knew how things really worked between them. It wasn’t all that happy of a relationship to be honest.
“Jeje… I need you to stay with him, while I go buy him some clothes,” Mikuni ordered.
Sending Jeje wasn’t really an option, seeing as his human appearance would prompt a fair amount of alarm—not to mention the sunlight. Keeping him by Tsurugi however, offered the other some sense of companionship while Mikuni went off and did the dirty work. It wasn’t how Mikuni liked to have things play out, but that’s just the way it was. If he didn’t want to make any more mistakes like this, he’d really have to watch himself going forward.
Jeje did as he was told and slithered down from Mikuni’s neck, wrapping himself around Tsurugi’s arm. He would quote his price for the offered assistance at a more convenient time. A busy hospital wasn’t an ideal place to be having a conversation with a snake—not even considering Tsurugi had already been earmarked as a psychiatric patient.
“Keep yourself hidden if someone comes by,” Mikuni ordered.
Tsurugi looked like he wanted to say something as well, but Mikuni simply didn’t have the time and held up a hand to him, “We’ll talk later. And again… I’m not mad. I’ll be back soon.”
With that, Mikuni headed off once again.
“Hmm… this is quite a show so far…” a velvet voice sung in the shadows.
From the depths trotted out a small creature covered head to toe in a matching pitch black. Ears pointed straight up and a long bushy tail trailed smoke from the ends. The creature sat at the edge of an alleyway, watching the busy traffic of city life pass before it. Being so well blended with the shadows, no one seemed to notice the small fox sitting at its entryway like a spiritual guardian; not even a pair of brown combat boots belonging to the Servamp of Envy as he passed by.
Just as mysteriously as the fox had appeared however, the small creature vanished from its place in the world as a wisp of smoke. Laughter trailed in the air as the essence of a darker magic faded from existence. Far off, in an undisclosed location, a hand reached out over a red fire, blood dripping down steadily from the pad of an index finger. Tsubaki watched the crimson flames—dancing light reflecting in his own unsettling gaze.
“How interesting~ That annoying mad hound is out for the count, and nowhere to be found in his cage… How truly interesting this will be~ Ahahahaha… AHHAHAHAHHHAHAHA-----ah… it’s not interesting at all though…”
Tsubaki then stood from his position in front of the flames, no longer in need of their service. Otogiri stepped forward from the shadows, dousing the fire with a pail of water for the time being. Her master would undoubtedly use this magic again, but there was no sense in keeping a dangerous blaze burning when not actively needed. Her hallowed gaze followed after the retreating back of her master, who paused at the doorway of the room.
“Otogiri…” he called out to her.
“Fetch Sakuya for me, would you? I think there are some of our family at C3 I’d like to have released~”
While Tsubaki had ordered Lilac to tell his subclass that they were free to live their lives how they pleased, a set few had remained loyal to him. Tsubaki didn’t understand why at first, and felt both a pang of guilt and a humble nature well inside himself at their dedication to him. Had he really made such an impact in their lives that they willingly chose to stay with him even after being given their keys to freedom? He didn’t understand it… Had it been because they were human at one point? Even Sakuya, the one everyone had suspected the most to betray him, stood at Tsubaki’s side and continued to offer his services for the Servamp’s bidding. It was a touching notion, and one that would send a warmth through his chest if Tsubaki lingered on the feeling too long. The loyalty of his subclass held no compare.
Otogiri said nothing to her master for the time being. As always, she obediently followed his request and nodded her head in due respect until he had left the room. Only then did she mutter under her breath about how troublesome it would be to find Sakuya and reached her hand to the top buttons of her dress. She undid the first 3, reaching into her ample bosom to pull out her cellphone. Her dress had no pockets to speak of, so this was the only option for the time being. Thankfully, most everyone she interacted with cared very little about it—not that she tended to open her clothing in front of people anyways.
Flicking her thumb along the screen, her eyes followed the trailing list of contacts until it happened upon Sakuya’s name. She clicked into his contact information, and then clicked again once more to call him. Sakuya had already been on the trail to keep an eye on Mikuni under Tsubaki’s orders. Most likely he was the reason Tsubaki had been tipped off in the first place by the sudden shift in power from his enemies. Otogiri held the phone to her ear and listened to the dial tone as it rang Sakuya. Her arm folded under her breasts in its usual manner, gripping the arm bent up at her side.
Seated on the rooftop overlooking the hospital, Sakuya was perched on the edge of the concrete. He wasn’t afraid of falling from the height. Being essentially immortal, such dangers a normal person may air on the side of caution with became trivial to him. There was a small irony that he now tended to prefer sitting on the edge of buildings given his own demise, but really… who was to care about his own internal struggles? The only person whom ever had shown him a scrap of concern had been Mahiru… but Mahiru and he now stood on opposite sides of a tall fence—his master, Tsubaki, as the mediator.
Surely, Tsubaki had been the one to extend his hand when Sakuya needed it most, and offered him a chance at reprise against the horrible injustice fate had dealt him. That had earned Tsubaki a deep-seated loyalty, but it was not unbreakable. In his time spent mingling with fellow humans he could’ve very well been classmates with, Sakuya had developed a small sense of desire inside him—a desire of change—of wanting to be changed. Living in a world of lies was a painful way to live, and he had grown tired… so tired of it all. Yet that’s all life seemed to deal out to him no matter what route he tried to take. Was he incapable of being anything more than a disgusting liar…?
A sharp electronic buzzing cut the teen from his thoughts and he looked down to see his phone vibrating beside him against the concrete. Sakuya had expected to see Tsubaki’s name on the caller ID, but instead it was Otogiri’s. Sakuya figured even if she was calling that it was most likely a message from Tsubaki. He and the other subclass didn’t exactly have a close relationship—and he preferred it that way. Sakuya tried to keep himself as distant from Tsubaki as possible, yet it seemed he was unable to escape the fox’s gaze.
“What is it…?” he answered the call without a greeting. There was no need to waste his breath on pleasantries when he honestly couldn’t give a shit less.
“He wants you to return,” Otogiri spoke calmly on the other end. Much like Sakuya, she too couldn’t be bothered with pleasantries and false kind words. Everything came into her world as it was. There was no good or evil and no kindness or hatred. Things simply came and left in tones of muted grey to keep her forever disinterested in the reality around her.
Sakuya’s brows furrowed on the other end of the line, his tone growing slightly more irritated. While he hated doing Tsubaki’s various tasks, he hated being around the man more. At least in doing jobs he could be alone and be left to his thoughts—not that they were pleasant by any means. Although sometimes, memories slipped in of he and Mahiru laughing together as they’d once been… sometimes.
“Right now?” Sakuya grumbled in response.
“He has a task for you.”
Without any further detail, due both because she had none and it was deemed a bother to go into, Otogiri ended her call and placed her phone back. She released a small exhale, looking at the vacant room about her.
“He’s coming back now… that’s going to be troublesome.”
At that moment, as if to punctuate her statement, Belkia popped his head into the room looking around.
“Aah? Tsuba-kyun isn’t here? Maaannn… what a drag!”
Back in the skies, Sakuya held out his phone before him, seeing the call from Otogiri had ended. The sound click had been proof enough, but it grated on him actually seeing his phone already on the home screen by the time it left his ear. Sakuya grit his teeth with a small hiss of annoyance before shoving his phone back into his pocket and standing upon the rooftop. What an annoying guy Tsubaki was, hell… all of them.
Stepping down from the ledge back onto the roof, Sakuya kicked away a small piece of debris as he began making his way to the stairwell, in order to return to base. He paused just before opening the door, glancing up to the cloud dotted sky above him; the sun showing down brightly on the inhabitants below. He lingered his gaze only a moment before then throwing the door open and heading inside.
Down below, Mikuni was on his way back from the nearest clothing store, having grabbed a simple long-sleeved top (a button down), and a pair of slacks he figured were about Tsurugi’s size. Tsurugi remained seated inside with Jeje nearby. The Servamp had himself coiled around the bars of the chair behind Tsurugi to hide in the shadows when need be. The pair had remained silent until Mikuni was to return. Whispers and conversations of doctors and patients walking by stung Tsurugi’s ears. Even if the talks weren’t directed at him, he could pick out those that were—being whispered behind hands that had risen to cover their shocked expressions. Even conversations that had not been directed at him were beginning to deafen his ears. Tsurugi hated being in hospitals, he hated being looked at or examined, he just wanted to get out.
Voices high and low stung his ears. The laughter, sobbing, and chatter of medical jargon assaulted Tsurugi’s ears, growing to almost deafening decibels. The reality was quite the opposite, but picking up one conversation after another slowly began to overwhelm Tsurugi. His breathing began to pick up and his heart flutter faster, fearing someone might actually try to call him out and point out his appearance.
‘Did you see that man…?’
‘Yah… I wonder what happened to him.’
‘Those look like scars from a beating…’
‘Why is he dressed like that?’
‘Do you think the police brought him in?’
Tsurugi’s arms gripped around himself a bit tighter as his mind began to run wild. He curled himself over on the bench, breathing shallowly as he tried to keep himself together both mentally and in some sense physically. Jeje watched from his perch on the bench, having not seen Tsurugi in such a state even in their time together when Mikuni had worked directly under C3. Tsurugi… when he’d even been on his death bed, didn’t carry such a look of vulnerability to him. Although he’d seemed unhinged, in his own way, Tsurugi had also appeared to have a mind like a steel trap. Perhaps instead… it had been more like an iron gate to barricade against anyone from accessing what he was really like beneath. Mikuni may be getting less than he was bargaining for with this one…
“…—Tsurugi. Hey, Tsurugi,” Mikuni finally broke through to the man before him.
Tsurugi startled and looked up, seeing Mikuni gazing down at him. The Alicein’s brows were furrowed in a slight concern for his old partner. Tsurugi held the same look on his face he’d had the night previous at the train station. Not wanting the other to spontaneously break down in tears at a public location again, Mikuni bent down and hugged him gently, trying to coax the other up while whispering to him.
“Keep yourself together. I got you some clothes so let’s get you out of here. Just keep yourself together,” Mikuni wasn’t about to deal with another break down. Not here… He could inquire Tsurugi on it later.
The eve of Envy led Tsurugi along to the nearest bathroom with Jeje slithering right back up to hide in his scarf. Mikuni opened the door for Tsurugi, seeing the notice that the bathroom was unoccupied and handed him the bag of newly bought clothing.
“You need any help getting dressed?” he asked.
Tsurugi shook his head negatively, reaching to take the bag before Mikuni held it away from him. Confused, Tsurugi looked up to the other with knitted brows. Mikuni made a gesture down at Tsurugi’s arm in the sling with a nod of his head.
“How do you plan on getting your shirt on like that?” a small smirk played on Mikuni’s lips.
Golden eyes fell to the sling around his arm before trailing back up to Mikuni. Tsurugi felt, much to his own amazement, a small flush hit his cheeks and with a nod of defeat he conceded to Mikuni’s help.
Mikuni’s smirk relaxed some and he stepped into the restroom, locking the door for the moment so they wouldn’t be happened upon while getting Tsurugi changed. The sign outside changed from vacant to occupied as well.
Mikuni moved over to set the bag down on the ground and help Tsurugi out of the medical gown. Hands worked diligently to undo the three sets of ties on his back, noting the scars in place on him. One in particular stood out; as always. It was probably the largest scar on Tsurugi’s body and stretched from his navel almost all the way around to his spine. It began at his ribs and ended just at the line of his hips. It was a scar Mikuni had felt directly responsible for, even if he’d never admitted so aloud. It was his own mistake that Tsurugi was now forced to carry on his body forever.
In the all-seeing gaze of the mirror before them, Tsurugi caught Mikuni’s lingering eyes on him and wrapped his good arm around himself trying to cover up more.
“Please stop staring…” he whispered, feeling his mood continue to drop rapidly. Though, to be honest, Tsurugi didn’t think it could go much lower than it had been.
Hearing Tsurugi’s request, Mikuni looked up seeing the other’s pleading eyes. Mikuni had known Tsurugi had never been fond of his own appearance. Generally, they’d never spoken about it, leaving the subject untouched along with many others between them. In an effort to perhaps bridge some trust between them, Mikuni slipped the gown from Tsurugi’s shoulders then. He pressed a delicate kiss against an old scar, hearing his former partner gasp shallowly under him. Mikuni had made a lot of mistakes in his plans today, but he could still salvage this situation by perhaps pulling old issues out from under the rug. Why not take Tsurugi’s insecurities and turn them into something more benefiting?
Pulling his lips back, Mikuni spoke against Tsurugi’s ear, moving his hand down to coax Tsurugi’s arm down, “How can I not stare at someone so intoxicating… standing practically nude before me?”
“I’m not intoxicating,” Tsurugi replied, keeping his arm rigid against himself, “I’ve costed you money. I fucked up and had to be brought here. You should return me to where I belong.”
Mikuni’s brows lowered and he gripped Tsurugi a little tighter then, though not enough to cause him pain. Determined as the man was to get Tsurugi caught in his web, he knew to be gentle given the circumstances right now.
“Where you belong is with me,” He spoke again with an honest infliction, “I bought you Tsurugi, remember that. I didn’t buy you thinking that this would be a one-time cost or that things would instantly be better between us. I bought you to get you out of that place because I know deep down that’s what you wanted… to live for yourself finally and make your own choices. I don’t know all the ins and outs of what you’ve been through, and I know it’s not an instant fix, but you do have more worth than you think.”
Mikuni turned Tsurugi around gently, in order to be certain the other was taking in his words. He wasn’t about to waste his breath for no reason. Bringing a hand up with the other at Tsurugi’s side, he tilted the former ace’s chin up to look at him squarely in the eyes.
“I’m not Touma, Tsurugi…” Mikuni’s voice softened, “Please don’t think because you made one mistake that I’m going to treat you the same way.”
That statement at least, seemed to register with the former C3 member and Tsurugi widened his eyes in a small realization. Mikuni was right—he wasn’t Touma, and up until now, Tsurugi had been thinking that way until it was brought to his attention. He hadn’t even realized he’d been doing so until this moment, but Mikuni was right. Every response he’d carried under the weight of his own burdens was in fact the way he’d respond with Touma. Could he really be blamed though? It was all he’d ever known until today. Such patterns weren’t so easily undone… and yet again, Mikuni had pointed this out and had even gone as far to say he’d work with it. Mikuni knew Tsurugi was broken, that much was certain, but he was also willing to start putting Tsurugi together. The only way he could though, would be if the former hound of C3 was willing to do so with him. A person couldn’t be fixed if they refused to take charge themselves. Tsurugi didn’t want to be that person anymore. He didn’t want to be the person that had every decision made for them and walk blindly into their grave. For the first time, Tsurugi felt the desire to live his own life… to make his own choices, and he would do so starting today.
The meek and submissive behavior that had been overtaking of Tsurugi melted away under this self-realization and Tsurugi felt his old self return—but inside something new stirred, making his stomach flutter and his chest warm. He didn’t know what fully compelled him to act next, but before he knew it Tsurugi was pressing his lips against Mikuni’s. His shame in himself began to wash away, feeling Mikuni’s hand slide down to his back and remove the last tie.
Mikuni of course, returned the kiss, opening his mouth against Tsurugi’s. He pressed his tongue in, slipping the medical gown carefully from Tsurugi’s body to pool down onto the floor at their feet. The Alicein smiled against Tsurugi then, pulling back just enough to where their noses were touching while he spoke.
“For the record… I really do find your scars beautiful.”
“Coming from you?” Golden eyes peered back up at Mikuni, “A man who has perfect skin that’s lightly tanned and without a single scratch? ...I don’t believe you~” Tsurugi replied back with a small smirk.
Mikuni then pulled Tsurugi close, with a low and possessive growl. His hand on Tsurugi’s back, traced over the patches of scarred and fine skin, massaging lightly. Tsurugi let out a sound Mikuni thought he wouldn’t hear for some time that day… a laugh. It was slight and shortly lived, but it left its mark with a complacent smile on the other’s face that cued to Mikuni he was on the right track.
The smirk on Mikuni's face grew as he stared down at his former partner, admiring their proximity and renewed mood between them. It seemed the downtrodden air Tsurugi had been suffocating under earlier was beginning to ebb away. However, Mikuni had a growing desire now to bar off those old fears inside of Tsurugi completely. Perhaps it was curiosity to see results that drove him to his next moves, or an intent more malicious—bringing Tsurugi further under his influence. Whichever the reason, Mikuni leaned his head down to Tsurugi’s ear, nibbling against the pierced lobe as he spoke.
“Do you want me to prove it to you?” he husked over Tsurugi, who in turn knitted his brows firmly together with a growing tension.
By this point, Jeje had made his way off Mikuni’s neck and had curled himself up in the furthest recesses away from the pair to shelter himself. The Servamp didn’t enjoy being present for this, knowing very well what was to come. Unfortunately for Jeje, in such a cramped space that was somehow remarkably open, there were few hiding places that were sheltered enough to block everything out. In response to this, the small snake curled himself up as tight as his body would allow, burrowing his head under his own black coils. Mikuni may not have realized it at the time, but Jeje was definitely adding this inconvenience onto his service fee as well. Assholes could've at least let him stay outside of the room and hide somewhere less intrusive.
Before giving Tsurugi much chance to decide on the Alicein's imposed question, Mikuni turned him around to face the mirror at the sink of the washroom. Tsurugi and Mikuni could then both view Tsurugi's revealed body on display—minus the pair of swim trunks around his hips. The blonde continued to smirk behind Tsurugi, knowing he'd be removing those articles of clothing soon enough. Placing his head then onto Tsurugi’s good shoulder, Mikuni began kissing at the patches of differentiating skin while a hand moved up to tweak one of Tsurugi’s nipples. The other hand stayed complacent on Tsurugi’s waist… for now. Tsurugi felt his body stiffen in response, watching as Mikuni began to coil around him like a snake in the mirror’s reflection.
Lightly calloused finger pads rubbed over the small nub on Tsurugi’s chest once, causing the raven haired man to gasp lightly with his mobile hand going forward to grip the sink. He felt a small pang along his clavicle, even though he wasn’t moving his other shoulder much. Thankfully, the former ace had a high pain tolerance and was easily able to overcome it. He shuddered softly under Mikuni, feeling those warmed hands rub over his sensitive skin. A small flush began to blossom on his cheeks.
“K-Kuni-chan… in a hospital?” he looked to his old partner with a slight expression of audacity.
Mikuni could’ve laughed at the situation, seeing Tsurugi being the conservative one for once. This same man had been the one to essentially pull Mikuni into the nearest broom closet back in the day to blow him off. It didn't matter where the pair had been, from meeting rooms to out in the field, if Tsurugi made the move they would undoubtedly be doing a dance of bump and grind soon enough. A particular favourite of Mikuni's had always been the secretive blowjobs Tsurugi would give him during a meeting. Mikuni had trained himself into having one hell of a poker face from that.
Thinking back on those days, Mikuni was reminded just how lewd Tsurugi really could be when his head was in the game. There had been more than one occasion the hound had made hand motions at Mikuni to mimic himself sucking off his partner’s dick during a meeting. In those days, Mikuni would flush a bright red and turn his head away, stomping on Tsurugi’s foot beneath the table. Tsurugi would in turn let out a silenced cry of pain that looked a little too pleasurable to actually be one of pain. Now however, Mikuni found himself longing for that same playful nature in his partner again. He wanted to see that same confident and playful youth that had driven him up the wall. It was a different feeling inside… one that hungered inside of him to take the man under him in full force should Tsurugi dare try taunting him with sweet whispers of sucking him off and riding his cock until they were both spent and soiled.
Mikuni kissed at Tsurugi’s neck, moving his hand down to lower Tsurugi’s swim trunks, as he felt the heat inside himself rise. The location wasn’t an issue to him. They’d done it in so many different and forbidden places back in the day, a hospital lavatory was a damned cakewalk—if not a bit questionable for taste. Ah well… it wasn’t as if they were filming this—a thought for later.
“Just keep your voice down, they’ll never know,” he continued in a hushed tone against Tsurugi’s skin, “I want you to see the same beauty I see when I look at your skin. No one else is like you Tsurugi… know that.”
Mikuni then brought his hand up that had been circling against Tsurugi’s nipple, tracing up to his chin once more. Tilting the former ace’s head upward, Mikuni kissed over Tsurugi’s neck. Tongue lapping at the clean skin from the shower Tsurugi had taken prior, Mikuni urged him forward to have a better support against the sink. He was aware of Tsurugi’s injury of course, and wanted to give him better means of support. However, that didn’t mean he’d be going easy on his partner.
“I want you to watch yourself while I pleasure you,” he whispered with an almost commanding infliction, “I will make you understand how erotic you are, even if I have to fuck it out of you.”
With that, the hand at Tsurugi’s waist helped itself to the waistband of his swim trunks and forced them down in a swift tug. The resulting motion made Tsurugi flinch under Mikuni, to which the Alicein pressed himself closer, Tsurugi’s skin now flush against him. The former member of C3 could feel his ass rubbing against the rough feel of Mikuni’s pants and belts, his teeth biting at his lower lip with a suppressed whimper. Almost as if it were instinctual, Tsurugi felt his ass press back against Mikuni, pushing firmly to his crotch in offering while his back arched softly under his new owner.
Tsurugi much doubted Mikuni would actually need to fuck him to prove his point, seeing as how the man’s simple touches and words alone were beginning to heat up the raven-haired man. As if Mikuni were almost able to sense this, the hand that had removed Tsurugi’s shorts traversed its way down further, grasping hold of his flaccid dick. Tsurugi let out a shallow gasp in response, curling forward lightly over the sink. Having none of that, with his intention to have Tsurugi watch himself be fucked, Mikuni forced his old partner’s chin upward again with a strong jerk of his hand.
“Watch yourself,” he commanded, “See what I see when I look at you... When I fuck you dry~”
Tsurugi raised his head up as he began to feel Mikuni run his hand along his cock. The light flush that had tinted the man’s cheeks became stronger as he stared at the image of himself being somewhat bent over the sink while Mikuni leaned over him. The Alicein grinned at their reflection together, opening his mouth to bite down on the juncture of Tsurugi’s neck. Tsurugi let out a small cry, gripping the sink tightly under his good hand while heat surged down to his groin.
“Shhh~” Mikuni hummed against the skin. He brushed over the bite with his lips before lapping at the tender flesh with an affectionate tongue, “Don’t let them hear you~”
Tsurugi brought his lips together then, biting down as Mikuni licked over the newly sensitive skin. Keeping quiet while having his cock teased, along with the rest of his bared body, was a rather unfair request. Tsurugi would’ve stomped his foot in protest if he had use of his other arm. As it were, the only thing he appeared capable of doing was gripping the sink for dear life and attempt to breath out any frustrations or pleasures that he could. Like keeping quiet was going to be at all possible once things really got going… Sometimes Mikuni may have expected too much out of people.
In response to Tsurugi’s silent but visible obedience under the mirror’s reflection, Mikuni stroked along Tsurugi’s cock, squeezing his hand around the heating flesh while lips kissed down along Tsurugi’s shoulder. Feeling the temperature of Tsurugi’s body begin to rise, Mikuni brought himself closer until he was flush against Tsurugi’s back. The hand that had been holding Tsurugi’s head up, now slipped down to pull the former ace deeper against him. Something about being surrounded by the heat of another was intoxicating… for both of them. It didn’t help much that the same scents on Tsurugi were mingled with his own. It was probably due to the oils Tsurugi had used in the shower, but Mikuni was hardly complaining. If anything, it aroused him more as he ran his lips along the skin, kissing his way along to mark over his property.
“Mm… you smell good with me on you,” he purred, feeling Tsurugi then shudder under him. The compliment made Tsurugi’s cock twitch to life in his hand, causing Mikuni to let out his own shuddered breath, “You like that huh…? You like imagining me being constantly on you?”
“…I like imagining you… being constantly in me,” Tsurugi replied, much to Mikuni’s surprise and enjoyment.
Mikuni continued to stroke his hand on Tsurugi’s dick, squeezing down firmly as his hand would run up the length of his old partner’s growing erection. Moving his hand along Tsurugi’s dick he could feel his former partner begin to swell in his grip. Veins began to bulge with the rush of blood surging to his arousal—his length engorging in Mikuni’s hand. Feeling playful and possessive, Mikuni gave a firm squeeze, feeling Tsurugi arc under him with a breathless gasp. From what he believed to be hidden from view, Mikuni smiled at the feeling of Tsurugi arousing under him. There was immense pride in knowing he was the only one that could undo Tsurugi so quickly. He squeezed once more before resuming his stroking, thumb giving a playful flick to the underside of Tsurugi’s head, making the man under assault spread his legs wider in submission.
“When… I had gotten hurt… I was cleaning myself out from you,” Tsurugi admitted between labored breaths. His hips began to sway with a need, rutting back against Mikuni’s own, “There was… so much of you in me… I thought… I thought I’d never get it all out. And I didn’t want to… Even as I was cleaning myself… I imagined it was your hand inside me… fucking me until I couldn’t breathe. I called your name… Even if I was sore… I didn’t want you out of me.”
Mikuni was left nearly speechless as his mind raced to catch up with his spiraling sex drive, undone by Tsurugi’s confession. He could feel his pants had become painfully tight on him and his hips were beginning to ache with the need to buck into Tsurugi with a returned lust. Was this really how badly Tsurugi desired him? Did someone Mikuni believed to have been nothing but a hallow shell actually feel such a deeply seeded want? And for him no less… Not that Mikuni wanted to ponder on it at this moment, but what was it Tsurugi felt so addicted to with him?
“…Do you want me inside you now~?” he finally breathed. Mikuni pushed his hips forward, circling them shallowly against Tsurugi’s splayed ass to fray his nerves further.
“…As hard as you can…” Tsurugi replied, risking to look back at Mikuni once with a deep flush on his cheeks.
The question from Mikuni had of course been rhetorical, but the answer he got back from Tsurugi was powerful enough to undo him damn near completely. Mikuni’s hand that had until now kept complacent around Tsurugi’s mid-section, reached forward, turning the faucet on for warm water. This would cover most of the sounds Tsurugi would undoubtedly make, as well as offer them a few playful sensations to experiment with. Mikuni gave a powerful buck of his hips in against Tsurugi’s bare ass once more, making Tsurugi whine with a desperate need—his own erection now rock hard in Mikuni’s hand.
“Kuni-chan…!” he begged, trying to look back at Mikuni once more, but his head was forced back to the mirror.
“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t breathe now…” Mikuni warned, sending shivers down Tsurugi’s spine enough that even his legs shook with anticipation, “And you are going to watch yourself as I fill you up again.”
Removing his hand from Tsurugi’s chin once again now that the other was facing the mirror once more, Mikuni ran it under the spilling warm water to wet his fingers. He drew the wet digits back, trailing over Tsurugi’s chest, making the other moan softly from the sensation. Crystalline streams of water ran down the scarred and fair skin, dripping onto the tile floor beneath the pair. Mikuni then brought his hand down around Tsurugi’s ribs and over his hips. Small trickles of warm water mapped their way across the various curves and imperfections of Tsurugi’s skin, causing him to sigh and roll his hips back against Mikuni. The Alicein chuckled in response to the need of his former partner, sliding his hand down between Tsurugi’s ass. He listened to Tsurugi whimper and spread himself sweetly and completely like a whore to their master. Tsurugi had no shame when it came to being fucked it would seem; something Mikuni found deeply arousing, but also made him feel slightly possessive over. To imaging Tsurugi doing this for anyone else, especially if they waved a few Yukichis in front of him, bubbled an uncomfortable feeling inside Mikuni that made him desire to fuck Tsurugi all the sooner. With little to no remorse for Tsurugi’s own comfort in that moment, Mikuni rammed two of his wet fingers inside of Tsurugi’s hole—knowing the man was still decently stretched out from their night before.
However, being sore from that same night, Tsurugi cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, thrusting his chest upward. A small squirt of precum slipped from his shaft, seeping down onto Mikuni’s hand that was still wrapped around him. Mikuni cursed inwardly, having forgotten for a brief moment they needed to be quiet. He was thankful for the running water, but that wasn’t going to be enough now with how desperately hard they both wanted to fuck.
“Damnit…” Mikuni brought his hand up from inside Tsurugi briefly to reach around and undo the scarf on his neck. He held it out before Tsurugi and gave a small gesture to it, “Bite this and do not let go, do you hear me?”
Tsurugi nodded fiercely, before bending forward and biting into the cloth. His whole body was setting itself ablaze under this sexual heat. He couldn’t imagine how hot Mikuni was, but he could imagine they’d both be needing a good shower after this. Of course… the minute he imagined that another equally bad thought came into his mind—
“Can we do it in the shower next?”
Tsurugi so badly wanted to ask, but he’d already promised Mikuni he wouldn’t let go of the scarf.
“But… What would he do if I let go…?”
Tsurugi tempted fate and opened his mouth, letting Mikuni’s scarf fall into the sink. Mikuni, who had been busy undoing his pants, was about ready to yell at Tsurugi just before the other spoke.
“—Fuck me in the shower when we get home.”
Tsurugi spoke directly to the mirror, regarding his own appearance with a fierce determination to make his request be known. The countenance set Mikuni slightly off guard, but Tsurugi countered it by picking up the wet scarf and bringing it up near his mouth again. He spread his legs wider, popping his hips out to tilt his ass up in offering to Mikuni with his hole primed and ready. Where his other arm in better shape, he would’ve used both hands to pry his ass cheeks apart, but that would have to be saved for a later date. Mikuni may have barely stretched him, but Tsurugi knew what he was doing—he knew what his body could take before it would be broken.
“Fuck me every time I disobey you… I want to be on my knees at the snap of your fingers—”
“—Cloth. In,” Mikuni demanded suddenly, and before Tsurugi knew it, the yellow scarf was back in his mouth, cutting him off from saying another word. The Alicein pulled the scarf back over Tsurugi’s head then, using it as a makeshift reigns to command his disobedient slut. He gave a sharp tug, thrusting Tsurugi’s head up again to watch himself for what was to come next.
Nearly a half second later, something else much larger and more painful than a few wet fingers were inside him, making Tsurugi scream into the cloth and squeeze his eyes shut as he lurched forward. He breathed heavily through his nose; moaning and mewling into the wet fabric as his body fought to accept what was undeniably Mikuni’s swollen and dry cock inside him. Mikuni had himself buried up to the hilt inside of Tsurugi, gasping for air with his body pressed over the other man. The hand on Tsurugi’s erection squeezed tight, with his thumb finding its way onto Tsurugi’s weeping head. Tears sprung from the Tsurugi’s eyes as he tried to relax his sore hole, chest heaving for air as painful and sweet burning inside him slowly began to give way to pleasure once again.
Having no means of a ‘go ahead’ so to speak of, Mikuni gauged for himself when the time was right and waited for the immensely tight squeezing of his own cock to subside. He breathed heavily over Tsurugi, trying to keep his mind from tipping over that sweet edge as he felt the man’s muscles rippled around his cock. Fucking hell… was Tsurugi doing that on purpose? Mikuni didn’t know… nor did he really care to dwell on it other than the fact it felt insanely good on his throbbing cock. Even if Tsurugi was still adjusting, Mikuni gave a few insistent rolls of his hips, urging Tsurugi to relax around him and let him move already.
Once Tsurugi had calmed down enough to where his muscles finally gave way to their intruder, Mikuni pulled back half-way and rammed in again with nearly all of his might, pushing Tsurugi in against the counter of the sink. Tsurugi doubled over again with another muffled scream, to which Mikuni pulled tight on his scarf forcing Tsurugi’s head up.
“Watch yourself,” he demanded again, and Tsurugi’s eyes opened through the haze of his tears.
In what remained of his blurry world, Tsurugi could see Mikuni overtaking him with his own imperfect body beneath. He could make out the defining lines of Mikuni’s hand around his dripping cock. A few blinks in an attempt to clear his vision while Mikuni thrusted into him again, Tsurugi watched his body sway forward to the mirror under his partner’s thrusts. He could see the flush building on Mikuni’s skin—his own sinfully red. Tsurugi looked his part… the obedient slut paying homage to their maker while Mikuni fucked into him with a growing reckless abandon. Mouth full with a makeshift gag, Tsurugi’s body battered and flushed with pleasure while the man above him began to build up a rhythm in his hips that sent Tsurugi’s mind reeling.
With anyone else, Tsurugi wouldn’t have been nearly as vulgar, but something about Mikuni made this unique. Seeing Mikuni thrusting into him with those strong gyrating hips, and the sound of his labored breath and grunting hitting against his ear, made Tsurugi smile to himself. He was the one driving Mikuni mad with this desire, only he was able to undo a man so perfectly uptight in a matter of seconds between them. In an act to please his new master, Tsurugi clenched his ass tight the next time Mikuni thrusted inward. He could hear and feel the Alicein double over him with a sharp gasp as his vision momentarily went white.
“Little shit…!” Mikuni hissed under his breath before a loud smack echoed into the closed room.
Tsurugi felt his right ass cheek stinging with what would undoubtedly be a beautiful red mark. He cried out in wanton into the cloth now moist with his hot breath. Tsurugi could feel his knees buckle under the pleasure of Mikuni’s hand, his cock sputtering a few more drops of precum onto the floor while he fought desperately to hold on.
After that little stunt from Tsurugi, Mikuni really began to pick up the pace. He wasn’t about to waste time with building rhythms and whispering sweet nothings into Tsurugi’s ear anymore. If Tsurugi wanted it dirty and hard that’s exactly what he would be getting. Mikuni bucked into his old partner with powerful thrusts of his hips. His hand kept steady on Tsurugi’s head, forcing the other to watch himself be fucked in the mirror. This would certainly change the way Tsurugi looked at himself, but whether it was for the better or not at this moment Mikuni couldn’t say. His original goal in this exercise had been abandoned for the sake of reckless pleasure.
The pad of his thumb abused Tsurugi’s shaft, pushing down and swirling itself over the head of his sensitive arousal causing an almost continuous leak of pre-cum to drip out of him now. Tsurugi likewise, was not standing idly as some doll to just be fucked and began bucking his hips back against Mikuni when he would thrust in. Their bodies collided with an almost bruising force; Tsurugi’s hand gripping the sink for dear life as they both slammed against each other with a reckless abandon. Mikuni even went as far as to bring his hips lower, his legs bending forward enough to almost mimic Tsurugi sitting on him. This brought on a new world of sensations as Tsurugi screamed out in ecstasy, feeling Mikuni pounding right up against his prostate at the new angle.
Harder, and faster they collided, Tsurugi’s body beginning to burn inside out with the rising pressure to release. Mikuni as well was also beginning to spiral to his end. He gasped and grunted with each push into Tsurugi. The hand that had been holding Tsurugi’s pulling the other’s makeshift felt like it may almost tear the fabric apart with how hard they were both tugging. Mikuni’s need to grab onto some form of purchase was driving him mad, but he couldn’t risk injuring Tsurugi anymore than they already were. Yet at the same time, he wanted to ensure Tsurugi would see himself as Mikuni saw him. In a lusted haze, the Alicein brought his hand up and buried it into the raven locks of Tsurugi’s hair, pulling his head back up with it. Tsurugi rebelled back with a guttural growl into the scarf. His cock twitching with a threat to come knocking right against Mikuni’s thumb. He could feel Tsurugi’s inner muscles bear down on him then; amber eyes snapping wide as his own threatened to spill out.
With the last coherent thought in his head, Mikuni cried out ‘Watch!’ at Tsurugi for the other to observe himself just as Mikuni came into him.
Bleary golden eyes opened under Mikuni’s command, seeing the Alicein behind himself up and over Tsurugi, practically knocking the poor thing into the mirror with how hard he came. He bared down his all as he came inside of Tsurugi, eyes squeezed tightly shut as his world washed over in a burning white. The hands that had been on Tsurugi’s hair and pleasuring his cock, dropped to the man’s waist, squeezing him tight against Mikuni’s own burning flesh. It was enough to nearly pull Tsurugi off the floor, leaving nearly his only support as his one good hand and the warmth of Mikuni’s hips currently shoved flush against him. His spilling cock pounded his seed against Tsurugi’s sweet spot, painting his inner muscular walls with white. Tsurugi watched the flush erupt on Mikuni’s cheeks and his teeth grit tightly as he released.
The former ace keened his body upwards and back against Mikuni who then bit into his good shoulder with enough strength to make it just break skin. Tsurugi came hard, blowing his own load out onto the floor and even some of the wall under the sink. Half lidded golden eyes fell back on the mirror in a subconscious reflex seeing, just in their fading vision, something he had not expected to see on the Alicein’s face… even in a moment like this.
Tsurugi… had never seen a genuine smile on Mikuni’s face before—not when he was around at least. His own eyes widened in surprise and he felt the cloth drop from his mouth with a desire to call out his former partner’s name. Tsurugi would’ve done so gladly were he not completely wiped of his senses as he climaxed.
Mikuni… was actually smiling as he came. For what felt like the first time in decades, Tsurugi was able to actually bring pleasure into someone’s life… and not just sexual pleasure. Even in all the heat of his burning body as the wash of ecstasy overtook him, Tsurugi felt a different warmth burrow into his chest. Mikuni had smiled… a real smile… because of him.
Moments later, the pair both collapsed over the sink, breathing heavily as their senses fell away. Mikuni dropped a hand from Tsurugi’s midsection to grip the other side of the sink.
For what seemed like hours, they stood together breathing, trying to come down from their sexual highs while the water continued to run. Mikuni was the first to come back between the two of them, sliding himself out of Tsurugi’s now weeping hole. Tsurugi moaned painfully beneath him, his ass feeling well and truly destroyed for the moment. But Mikuni wasn’t done with him yet…
A second later, Tsurugi felt something dry and rough being shoved up inside of him and looked back around to Mikuni with a pained gasp.
“W-What…?” He couldn’t formulate the rest of the words right now, still waiting for his brain to come back online fully.
“This…” Mikuni pointed down to his cock, slicked with his own semen while he pushed a rolled up wad of paper towel into Tsurugi’s ass. He left out a fair amount the object to remove easily later, “Is staying inside you until we get home.”
Tsurugi could feel his body surge with arousal again and hissed in a painful pleasure from his overly sensitive cock. Mikuni didn’t seem to care much and continued, kissing Tsurugi’s hip once as he rose to speak into his ex-partner’s ear.
“And then I’m going to fill you up again until your ass blows out.”
Mikuni gave one last smack to Tsurugi’s other cheek, hearing his prize whimper under him before he slipped his hands back to help Tsurugi stand properly. Well… properly as he could with an uncomfortable plug shoved inside him and a freshly fucked body.
“Let’s get you dressed for real now and get you back home to my place.”
“And that should do it~!” Tinker kicked herself back in her chair proudly, looking at the modified footage for the surveillance room.
Yumikage moved forward to look over the monitors as well. As if that could somehow tell him everything... Junichirou adjusted his glasses once before smiling down at Tinker and giving a solid pat to her shoulder.
“Good work Tinker, as always, you’ve outdone yourself.”
“Heh heh~ Well I’m not C3’s technical ace for show you know!” Tinker beamed up proudly at Junichirou while Yumikage continued looking over the cameras.
Yumikage would never offer a compliment aloud—at least not in the traditional sense. Most of the man’s affection came in offensive remarks like ‘Glad you’re back bastard!!’ or ‘Moron! Take better care of yourself!’. Oddly enough his threats tended to be more endearing; often threatening to hug someone or knit them an embarrassing scarf with hearts and flowers on it. Junichirou was pretty certain Tsurugi had at least one scarf hidden in his closet somewhere.
With Tinker’s work finished, Shuuhei pushed himself up from the wall he’d been leaning against. He was eager to get back to their usual work—especially given the added burden of Tsurugi no longer being around. Even with Yumikage and Junichirou’s explanation, Shuuhei couldn’t say he was all too fond of the idea still. Then again, Yumikage and Junichirou didn’t seem to be on cloud nine with it either. Whatever those reasons were, Shuuhei had assumed they were more personal and didn’t bother delving into it. What mattered now was adjusting the schedules accordingly to be prepared for anything that could go awry. Yumikage would now be taking on the task of guarding the Sloth Pair. It was going to be a pain in the ass having to be here stupidly early every morning, but the member of the combat team figured once this was all over he’d get Tsurugi back for it. Mikuni would be lucky not to receive a horribly knit sweater Yumikage would then stuff him into, and that was if the Alicein traitor didn’t end up fucking them all over again. If he did… well… it was best not to imagine the results.
Tinker had offered herself for keeping an eye on the Greed Pair since she already enjoyed toying around with them. The pair were pretty much confined to their room anyways so they weren’t nearly as much a threat as the Sloth Pair. Shuuhei took over for the Lust Pair, and Junichirou for Pride. Of course, Junichirou and Yumikage would be on call for the other pairs Tinker and Shuuhei would monitor seeing as they were the combat team. The risks were quite low however. The main problem therein lay the Sloth Pair, and Mahiru’s recent coming around to their cause. Whatever brought that on no one had really questioned, but no one fully trusted it either. Thankfully, Mahiru was a bit too naive to really cause considerable damage, and in Junichirou’s opinion he may actually be helpful in other ways. Yumikage just didn’t want a Mikuni 2.0 coming about, but any chance of that lay in his miniscule little brother who was pretty much down for the count in power.
“If all of this is settled then,” Shuuhei spoke up, “Do you mind if we actually get back to work? I suspect the Vice Branch Manager will be arriving shortly and it will look quite suspicious if we’re all here.”
“Especially without Kamiya-kun,” Tinker pointed out.
Yumikage merely snorted, “Please… that moron’s never where he should be. If anything, him being here would be abnormal.”
“Thanks again for your help you guys,” Junichirou concluded with a slight head bow, moving to exit the room for the time being, “If any of the pairs gives you trouble let us know and we’ll take care of it.”
“Ah—Kurumamori-san?” Tinker spoke up just before he and Yumikage left. Both 26-year-olds paused at the door looking back at her, “Um… Let us know… how Kamiya-kun is doing if you hear from him, ok?”
Junichirou gave a soft smile and a nod while Yumikage merely clicked his tongue in annoyance and headed out. The door shut soundly behind the two as they headed off to their respective charges.
“Look… I know you don’t like Mikuni, but this is probably the best thing that’s happened for Tsurugi. How else would we have gotten him out?” Junichirou spoke softly.
“Che… Don’t you think I’m aware of that, bastard?!” Yumikage grumbled in annoyance.
If he were honest, what really set Yumikage off was that it had to be Mikuni of all people that in the end helped Tsurugi out. Yumikage would’ve taken almost anyone else. Yet… there was a part of him that felt inwardly frustrated with himself for not being strong enough to help his own friend. He didn’t like admitting he was weak or that he was useless, but in a way… he felt that.
“Just… why him… of all people, huh?”
“That’s not really our call to make…” Junichirou exhaled in reply, “What matters in the end is that he gets out and stays out of here. That’s what we all want for him and what he needs. Even if it’s not us that ends up being that helping hand in the end, what matters is that he is helped.”
“Can we even trust that Alicein bastard to help him though? You know his personality is warped. You know how they were back then,” Yumikage looked over to Junichirou as they neared the elevator. From here they’d be going their separate ways.
“What we know is only what they showed us and said to us. It’s possible… that perhaps everything that happened back then wasn’t all one-sided.”
“And what if it was?”
“…” Junichirou fell silent.
Both he and Yumikage had dealt with Tsurugi firsthand after Mikuni had left. Tsurugi had acted as if everything were fine, but being so close they could tell it was as if a part of the man had simply… died. His normally hallowed laughter felt even more fragile, and his smile looked to be carved out of him with a knife purely in an effort to make the shape of one. Tsurugi would drink and drink and drink himself into oblivion when they’d go out, sometimes to the point he’d be sobbing hysterically until it visibly hurt Yumikage to see him in such a state. Yumikage was never one to show visible sympathy… and it bothered even him. Junichirou felt his heart ache in memory, now having felt a similar loss with his wife’s untimely death. The heartbreak of losing someone you so dearly loved… it was one of the worst pains you could ever feel. If Tsurugi were to experience that once again, Junichirou didn’t know if his friend would recover.
He looked back to Yumikage with a concerned gaze then, surprised to see Yumikage held a somewhat similar expression. The only difference being Yumikage’s concern was muddled by heavy set brows, furrowed in subtle anger.
“I won’t let him get away with a second time Jun,” Yumikage had barely let Mikuni get away with it the first time.
“I know… but I think that would hurt Tsurugi more. I think right now the best plan is to remain hopeful and try and buy them as much time as possible so… if it is one-sided… Tsurugi can gain enough sense of self to not return here.”
“Do you think he will though?” Yumikage sighed, “That bastard isn’t that far from Touma in his methods. Tsurugi’s already conditioned for that shit… it won’t take much.”
“I don’t think Mikuni would treat Tsurugi in the same way Touma did… Some quality of life has to be better than none at all… right?”
Yumikage exhaled with a grunt, digging his heal into the ground as he looked away, “…I need a smoke.”
“Let’s meet up on break then and have one,” Junichirou suggested, which earned a small chortle from Yumikage.
“You don’t smoke you moron.”
“Hey, I was trying to be helpful!”
“Yah yah, hurry up and get to your brats so I can get to mine you fatty.”
“I AM NOT FAT.”
Tinker: “So… did they ever… y’know~?”
Yumikage: “More times than you can count.”
Shuuhei: “…Tinker can count to pretty high numbers, so that’s rather impressive… if not repulsive.”
Junichirou: “OK! MOVING ON…”