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Samatoki liked to think of himself as a man who could present an aura. He could walk into a room and feel it go quiet. He could shut up a rambling underling with one sharp look. When he didn’t want to be disturbed, people stayed five feet away from him. Most of the time.
There were, on occasion, people who ignored all the warning signs and pushed through it all. And now one such person was doing exactly that. All he’d wanted was to sit alone in the corner of a bar and smoke and drink by himself. To stew in his own misery for a few hours. But some people couldn't resist trying to break through his walls.
Like the woman approaching him. She was pretty sure. Long legs, nice little dress, emphasis on little. He couldn’t imagine she’d be able to bend over without flashing half the bar. Beautiful red hair spilled down her shoulders and obscured her face.
That’s what really bothered him about her as she approached. Most girls in bars would have at least smiled at him by now. Something had to be off if she was hiding her face. He reached for his mic under the table. He’d just wanted to be left alone, but he was always raring for a fight.
When the woman got close enough for him to see her face, he was filled simultaneously with relief and annoyance.
“What’re you doing here, boss?” Jyuto asked in a sultry voice. He was definitely dolled up with dark eye-shadow and candy red lips. Samatoki had to admit it looked good. Especially with the confidence the cop held in his surprisingly thin frame.
“I’m having a normal drink. What the fuck are you doing?”
“I’m undercover,” Jyuto said, sliding into the seat across from him.
“And that requires this getup how exactly?” Samatoki gestured to the very revealing dress. There was no way Jyuto had just bought a dress that clung to him that well at the store. It had to be fitted.
“All of the women in our department keep getting promoted to Chuuoku,” Jyuto explained, bringing his drink up to his bright red lips delicately. It was odd, he didn’t changed his voice, but he did switch his mannerism to be softer and feminine.
In fact, Samatoki’s eyes wandered down his teammate’s body. Jyuto looked more feminine than he'd expected. Sure the uniform of a police officer wasn’t designed to flatter one's curves, but he swore something was different.
“See something you like?”
Samatoki’s eyes snapped back to meet Jyuto’s. His cheeks heated a bit at being caught, but he pushed it aside, leaning back. “If you’re here to work you shouldn’t let me distract you,” he snapped defensively.
“I’m less suspicious if I’m chatting up a handsome man,” Jyuto practically cooed. It was the most annoying sound Samatoki had ever heard him make, but also made him feel even warmer. Especially with the sincere intensity that filled Jyuto's eyes as his gaze bore into Samatoki.
Samatoki took another drink to avoid the eye contact. Trying to focus on less slacious thing, he focused on Jyuto's posture and. He seemed more relaxed than. He was usually so big and energetic, and he still was, but now he was calmer and almost gentle. The way he idly swirled the drink in his glass was oddly hypnotic and his smile was soft. It made Samatoki's chest feel tight.
“I actually think I should go,” Samatoki pulled out his phone pretending to have gotten a message.
He looked up to see Jyuto eyeing him with a raised eyebrow. “You don’t have to lie. You can leave anytime you want.” A foot nudged Samatoki’s leg under the table. “But it would be a lot more interesting for me if you stuck around.”
“I’m not your entertainment,” Samatoki muttered, pulling out a cigarette. He didn’t push away Jyuto’s foot as it slid up and down his calf casually. He wanted to go, to prove Jyuto wrong, but the stupid rabbit knew exactly how to play him like a fiddle. Even the touch of a shoe over the fabric of his pants was making the tightness in his chest worst. But leaving now would only turn the tightness into that uncomfortable ache that haunted his loneliest moments.
“That's true. You’re far too uptight to be properly entertaining,” Jyuto smiled, pulling his glasses down to flash a wicked look over the rims. Samatoki was more distracted by Jyuto’s hands though. They were soft and pale, probably because he was already wearing those gloves. But it also appeared that he’d painted his nails a nice dark red color. It felt like an oddly intimate thing to see. Sure Samatoki had seen Jyuto without the gloves countless times, but something about brightly colored nails made it feel different.
“Did you really do all this just for an undercover mission?”
Jyuto leaned back, swirling his drink idly. “Maybe it wasn't, strictly speaking, necessary,” he sighed, looking around the room, “Can’t a police officer just look nice every once and a while?”
Samatoki nudged Jyuto’s shoe with his foot. “Heels like these aren’t very practical for police work.”
“I’m just doing recognizance. There'll be no need to chase anyone.”
Samatoki’s eyes narrowed. He was starting to seriously doubt Jyuto’s story. But as he let his eyes wander down Jyuto’s neck to his collarbone, he was losing his motivation to care. It was a good view, who cared why he was seeing it.
“Do you wanna get out of here?” Jyuto leaned forward, tongue running over his bright red lips. “The guy I was tailing just left. There’s no more information I need here.”
Samatoki hadn’t seen anyone leave the bar, but he’d also been quite distracted. He nodded, plastering on a sleazy smile, hoping to regain some level of control in this situation. “So my place or yours?”
He expected Jyuto to roll his eyes. After all, they lived together, it was a pointless question. He didn’t, however. Instead, Jyuto stood, brushing his long hair to the side with a level of casual seduction that must have been practiced. “I was thinking yours.”
Samatoki’s mouth dried and he fumbled to his feet. He’d long since lost track of what exactly was happening. Was Jyuto still acting for the crowd? Or was it a serious offer? It didn’t matter either way. They were both going to the same place. Sure, Samatoki could find an excuse to split. He could make up some lie about going out to see Rio. But he wasn’t sure he wanted to. He was taking a liking to this little game of pretend.
As they stepped out into the cold night air, Samatoki took the opportunity to wrap an arm around Jyuto, hand resting causally on his hips. Jyuto leaned into the touch and for a moment Samatoki could imagine they were just a normal couple. Two random strangers meeting at a bar and not teammates with the responsibility of their whole district weighing on their shoulders.
He still wasn’t sure if Jyuto had been lying about the get up being for police work, but he decided no to care. As he pressed Jyuto up against the wall in their apartment, he let himself relax. He cleared his mind of rivalries and battles as he slid his hands up under Jyuto’s dress and kissed his neck as Jyuto moaned in a pretty way that was so unlike his normal demeanor.
Everything else in Yokohama was so fast and so violent and Samatoki hadn’t realized how much that had rubbed him raw until he was gasping into Jyuto’s shoulder. He hadn’t realized how much he’d craved gentle touches until Jyuto was pressing gentle kisses down his chest with bright red lips that left the faints lipstick smears over his sternum. It was remarkable to hold one of the strongest fighters he knew and feel nothing but softness and warmth.
Afterwards, Jyuto fell asleep in Samatoki’s arms. Warmth seeped into Samatoki’s long hardened heart and he let him enjoy to the view of Jyuto’s chest rising and falling as he wrapped himself around him. The cop had work early in the morning so he’d be gone by the time Samatoki woke. But for now he could also imagine a softer world where there were no divisions and no hypnosis microphones. A world where this game of pretend wasn't necessary.
But that wasn't this world. So all Samatoki could do was let him drift to sleep savoring every moment he could.