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Dealing with Samatoki could be a bit troublesome, sometimes. Just sometimes. More specifically, when he was drunk.
“Samatoki,” Rio’s voice was rough, maybe tired. Well, of course, it was three in the morning and they were in some random bar in Yokohama. “I will be your company until you get to your home, I think we should get going.”
The military wasn’t bothered by the time, no way. It did him good to get some fresh air after a long day, working like dogs in the middle of summer. Going to bar was the best decision, sure, they need to cool down a little.
That’s why Rio is preoccupied. They maybe have drank way too much since it felt like hell in the morning. It wasn’t unusual, but it was a large amount in too little time. In any normal day, they would have time to just give space for stomach get it right — tonight, they didn’t even had time to eat a proper dinner.
When Jyuto started, as Samatoki said, using complicated words and said things they didn’t comprehend at all — maybe it didn’t even exist — it was quite clear they were done for the day. It was quite a fight to get these two out of the bar, both complaining about “it is not even 6 in the morning yet”.
Jyuto was the first one to give up, as normally, he was getting sleepy from all the work and beer. They stopped to get a taxi for him, since he wasn’t in any condition to get his car — they couldn’t be irresponsible, it was out of mind. The officer was going to be okay, there’s no doubt about it… While the white haired boy didn’t want to admit defeat.
Rio wasn’t sober, no. Quite opposite, he had the alcohol as much as these two. The difference is, he has still some sense while Samatoki started saying some non-sense thoughts and the usual “I’m gonna fucking beat Ichiro” and something he couldn’t understand. Anyway, he didn’t want to intrude on some random personal feeling that Samatoki was spilling over without having any idea. If they had something going on, it was best directly to ask him, sober. The possibility of it made his heart hurt, but that's something he should forget about. Something like that.
“Samatoki.”
The Yakuza looked at him, quite bored. As always, there is a cigarette on his hand.
“Ain’t need your protection, fucker,” That was true. All of three are self-sufficient and only few people — or if even there’s someone — didn’t know Mad Trigger Crew and how they worked. The bonus of being man gets on the account, too. “If don’t wanna drink with me, then fuck off.”
He’s quite stubborn, as always, even drunk. Endearing.
“We have work tomorrow,” but Rio wasn’t going to let him win. He knows there are people wanting the Yakuza’s head, and, well, he looked a little more vulnerable like this… even with his microphone near. “We will go back later.”
Samatoki huffed, rolling eyes but trying to not give in to his yawn. “Give me your back.”
Finally, after some time, it worked. The older man didn’t fought back, but before he took his own jacket and put on the upset boy. Rio hoped it was enough to protect him from the serene and even from some curious eyes. The last thing he wanted is to prejudice him, it was good that the thing looked big enough to cover his head. It looked good on Samatoki and his heart started beating faster.
The best he could do is to ignore it.
The Yakuza didn’t protest — if it was because he was too tired or because he understand, it wasn’t clear. Hop on, a piggyback. Just like that, both started their walk to the apartment. Not too far, but still some way until the destination. He was happy like that, helping Samatoki. There’s no way he would leave him like that. He cares too much, more than he probably should.
Getting fresh air was some relief, it could even say it was a little bit cold if comparing with the hot morning. The man on his back relaxed a little bit, laying his head down on the shoulder. It really made Rio smile — it was quite simple gesture, but who cares.
“We are getting closer to your apartment,” the answer was just a hum. That was enough, anyway. “Let me just get my key…”
Since they became friends, knowing it wasn’t just a group to fight against other’s divisions, they started sharing things. Samatoki made a copy of his key and gave to both him and Jyuto, then they started stopping more on his apartment than anything else. It showed how much they end up trusting each other. To Rio, there was no problem with it. It even did his heart warm.
His thoughts stopped when they were in front of the building. The Yakuza didn’t even notice, probably having his close eyes to rest a little bit. To his lucky or because of time, the elevator was already in the hall. Enter it was easy, just sticking the finger to hit the number and now wait for little bit. The soft movements made his head spin a little bit, but nothing too hard.
Looking now at the front door brought him to feel how tired he is feeling, finally home… Samatoki’s home. It was okay, though. Better not to think about this. When getting inside, he could feel how hot it was. He need to breath a little.
Samatoki complained a little bit when finally get to step on the floor.
"Huh… Thank you,” It was too soft and even low, sure, it was because he was sleepy. The military, fortunately, could get it. “You can sleep here or whatever. Do what you want.”
His jacket went back to him, and as Rio stared it, the bedroom door closed. There was a new scent on it, like some random cologne, alcohol and of course, cigarettes. It was no problem. He just put it near him, to be sure it won’t go missing — that’s what he said.
Before crashing into the sofa, he opened the windows hoping it won’t be too hot in the next hours until morning. The tired man did not even blink, just closed his eyes giving into the sleep.
It was even comfortable, as if he was in his own home.
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When the sun greeted Samatoki, he grunted. Why the fuck he didn’t close the curtain? That light was starting to piss him off, as it was getting too hot to stay under it.
It was only a matter of time to get up, anyway. Get up by being burn because the sun was way too hot when it’s just morning made him bitter, still. His head aching was enough already and he doesn’t even remember how he got back.
Hoping to not keep doing a lot of sound, opening the door slightly and being successful. The white haired boy started walking to his kitchen but stopped when got there. Rio was doing something, using his utensils, with calm hands and soft expression.
It was enough to make Samatoki snort; this was a now frequent scene and to his surprise, it was something he started liking. Rio’s cooking was always good, even better when he use a normal food — the one he had in his fridge.
Not even noticing he did a sound, he got the man’s attention.
“Good morning.” The Yakuza always ask himself how the deep voice like Rio’s could sound so suave, sometimes. It was okay to him, it’s not a complain at all.
“ Mornin ’” Sitting somewhere near the kitchen just to watch how it was doing, the breeze got him by surprise. Did he let his windows open? Fuck.
“Here,” It was a simple food, of course, but his favorite for that time of the day. The military knew enough this was the most important meal of the day, as well as the stomach was just waking up. “Did one for me and Jyuto, if you don’t mind.”
Of course I don’t.
“Yeah, yeah,” Samatoki didn’t wait to just swallow his food to keep talking, he’s accompanied by a friend. “So, it was you that brought me home?”
“Yeah.”
“Hm.”
They stayed in silence for some good minutes. It did not bother neither of them, that got time to enjoy just each other presence. Samatoki just knew the time Jyuto get there, it will be anything but quiet like that to the point where they could hear the bay and even cars in the street. It was nice like this, as much as it's nice to provoke Jyuto.
Rio got up first, taking both empty plates to wash up. Jyuto’s breakfast was placed somewhere safe. The Yakuza didn’t mind it, just sitting down on the comfy sofa. He knew he should take a bath, but the laziness and the headache was getting to him. He took a deep breath.
There was a new perfume — not really “new” since he could recognize it damn well — that it just made him sink even more, relaxing and closing his eyes.
There was a heat wave, making Samatoki growl. It was fucked up at how it was that hot already. There is only thing to help him think about another thing — his cigarette. Well, how hot it would be later?
That’s when he should have shut the fuck up. The military, now near the window of the living room, unbuttoning his jacket. The younger searched for his lighter, not taking him eyes from the scene in front. Could this image right now light his cigarette up? Samatoki smirked.
Rio didn’t stop there, just with his shirt and pants. Directly to Samatoki’s wild mind, the older was shirtless, showing his abs. He would look at any other place, if he wasn't enjoying this show so much. It appeared to have no second thoughts, since he stopped to appreciate the wind coming from it. If they were in his office, he certainly would miss the scene since there was air-conditioning.
“Oh,” The deep voice startled him. “I should have asked you if it was okay, first.”
“Huh. No problem,” He puts the cigarette between his lips. “Suit yourself, dude.”
Then came the smoke, hoping it hide his now red face.
Probably, being a Navy made him not matter these simple things. Personal space, clothes — probably he had to share a lot of things that any normal person had in mind. Privacy, then, probably never had one for a long time. He’s always in his survival mode, it’s hard to break habits.
It doesn’t really matter, but Samatoki still ask himself how many people had opportunity to see him naked. Being even bolder, how many people he had called his. Does he has any experience? Rio look so stoic most of time, but it sure didn’t bother him.
It was hot even, because the military’s personality was something too soft for his face. No, he isn’t doubting he can be hard too — he had proven himself to him and Jyuto. Still, there’s a part that cares for people he loves. He’s mature, quiet and composed. Rio wasn’t someone to take anything, either. He did a fuck if it was involved to his profession, or to Mad Trigger Crew. They had the same conviction, as well as Jyuto. They were together to change the world, and that’s what they are going to do. They had one thing in mind, and his persistence gave strength to keep going.
He wonder if someone looked at his window right now, enjoying the view, maybe just like him. Does someone also wish to kiss that broad back, to hear that rough voice whispering, the height difference between, how he treats someone with that much intimacy, what he would do with those long fingers and big hands, how it would be in bed, the sweet words… In general, be part of his fucking life, just like he wants?
Wait.
“Samatoki.” That fucking voice. “Just want to let you know, maybe Jyuto will try to get on your nerves because of yesterday.”
“That fucking bunny isn’t fucking crazy,” Fuck Jyuto. “I’m gonna beat the shit out of him, if one word about it comes out.”
Rio stayed quiet, looking over the window. Samatoki had enough of doing nothing, it would drive him crazy — that’s why he got up. It was time to move on with life, they have way too much work to do.
In the shower, he tried to remember what the fuck he said. He isn’t someone to just forget these shits, but he vaguely remember them talking about proving new drinks and that was a lot of alcohol, for sure. That’s why my head was hurting.
He put any clothe in his front, getting out of bathroom just to see the military supporting himself in the window, half body out, a thoughtful expression. The white haired boy got his forgotten cigarette from the ashtray, stopping by Rio’s side.
“Oi, Rio.” The older looked at him with a serious expression. “What’s up?”
The answer didn’t come right away. They started staring at each other, like a competition. Something inside of him felt like exploding, that was a very serious feeling. What is he
gonna
do with that shit?
What is going on with him?
“Yesterday… I mean, today. Earlier.” Fuck, fuck, fuck. What the fuck he said, fuck. “You were always saying someone’s name. Just want to ask if there’s something going on with someone. I think it’s important to us know, right.”
Samatoki’s face changed so fast, it was almost scary. If he wasn't really pissed, he could get the hint of jealousy in his voice. They both know the someone, it wasn’t hard to know since it’s always like that. Out of Mad Trigger Crew, there was just one name he called, mostly out of anger, hate but still called. Curious, at least.
“Who do you fucking take me for, huh?” There goes his feelings. He grabbed Rio’s dog tag, bringing the man closer. “You’re gonna see me fucking killing him, there’s only space for fucking Mad Trigger Crew, he can explode. No, I’m gonna fucking do it. If I have something with someone, you should know yourself, huh?! Aren’t you part of that shit?!”
Rio smiled a little bit. God.
Their lips clashed seconds later, it was messy, kind of rushed since they missed so much time ignoring what they had, they just wanted more and more, their sigh full of desire. The room felt even more hotter like this, their hands touching each other bodies, studying it carefully.
Samatoki could feel his scent, the way they could share the energy, the way his feeling was reciprocal, the way they were just enjoying this moment because, fuck. Thinking about it, his words could put him in some awkward situation, since until now he didn't really know if there was something between them or now. It just made his heart beating like it will explode. The Yakuza felt like a horny teenager — that one he could never be in the past. Never they thought a kiss could share too much like it’s sharing like now.
“I think we should call Jyuto and cancel today.” Ugh, that hoarse voice.
In the end, he realized he got be the one to have these experience that he knows a lot people dream to have with Rio. That's fucking lucky, huh.
Samatoki just smirked as an answer, with his phone already in his hands.