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Hitoya heaved a heavy sigh as he closed his front door, pressing his back against it. Dropping his briefcase and closing his eyes he pressed his lips together firmly and focused on breathing. Work wasn't fun today. Work wasn't ever fun. But it was even worse today. There was another kid that needed help. Broken home. No friends. Negligent parents.
"You look a little worse for wear, Hitoya."
Opening his eyes Hitoya looked over at the breakfast bar, Jakurai sitting at one of the stools, a file on the bench in front of him. Frowning Hitoya looked down at the shoe rack. Kuko and Jyushi weren't home.
"Where're the brats?"
"They decided to spend the night out," Jakurai stood from his seat and walked over to Hitoya, pushing his jacket off his shoulders.
"You asked them to scram?" Hitoya let Jakurai take his jacket off, toeing his shoes off before putting them away too.
"I wouldn't put it like that, but yes. Can't keep anything from you can I?"
Hitoya pulled Jakurai down by the lapel of his coat to give him a quick kiss, then bumped him out of the way to make a cup of coffee.
"Are you even trying anymore?"
Jakurai shrugged, a small smile on his face. Hitoya leaned against the counter, rubbing one of his eyes as he waited. A hand reached around to grab his wrist, grip surprisingly firm as it pulled his hand away from his face.
"What did I tell you about rubbing your eyes?"
"Jakurai I don't care, let me rub my eyes," Hitoya grumbled.
Jakurai paid no attention to Hitoya's complaint, instead stepping right up behind Hitoya, pressing himself against Hitoya's back. His arms dropped to wrap around Hitoya's waist.
"You overwork yourself. Even Harai-kun and Aimono-kun can see. You will drop dead if you keep up like this."
"Oh yeah?" Hitoya threw his head back onto Jakurai's shoulder. "And who else is gonna take this kids case?"
"Hitoya, taking a break does not have to mean you let cases you take go. You need to practice self-care and learn to be more gentle with yourself. You cannot help anyone if you cannot help yourself first."
"Putting your medical degree to good use, huh?"
"I would say I put my medical degree to good use every day I show up to work, Hitoya. As you do your law degree."
Hitoya snorted as he brought his mug up to his mouth.
"An early bath will do you well. No more work today."
Hitoya drained half the mug before setting it down onto the counter.
"A bath does sound good."
"One of the two things you love in this world?"
Jakurai smirked as Hitoya pressed his elbow into Jakurai's hip.
~*~
Steam filled the room, misting up the mirror and causing condensation to collect on the window pane. Jakurai hummed quietly, voice low, as he ran his fingers through Hitoya's hair. Hitoya sat between his legs, arms braced on either side of the tub, leaning back against the lean chest behind him. His hair was wet and sudsy, Jakurai's longs fingers massaging his scalp. With his eyes closed, Hitoya slipped a hand down into the tub, curling his fingers around one of Jakurai's knees. A small smile slipped over Jakurai's face in return.
"You need to get out of the bathtub for me to rinse this off."
Hitoya groaned and slid down a little in the tub, leaving a streak of suds down Jakurai's chest.
"Hitoya, this is rather childish of you," Jakurai smiled down at the man between his legs, Hitoya cracked an eye open to frown at Jakurai.
"You're the one who said we should get in the tub first. Now you want me to get out of it?" Hitoya complained though he was already pulling himself upright.
Jakurai didn't bother hiding his stare as he watched Hitoya climb out of the tub, water sliding off his back, body bare and gleaming under the warm light. Hips a little soft. Bruised marks up the insides of his thighs. Hitoya sat on a small stool and rinsed his own hair off, head facing down as the water ran over his face.
"Did you really watch me the whole time?"
Jakurai shrugged, smiling at Hitoya.
"What else would I do with such a beautiful body in front of me?"
Hitoya just rolled his eyes and climbed back in with Jakurai. He slumped back down and wiggled back to be right up against Jakurai. Muscles relaxing once he was close enough. They relished the warmth, the closeness. How intimate they could be together. How comfortable they were with showing each other vulnerability.
"I'm not fucking washing your hair."
Jakurai chuckled as he traced his fingers up the outside of Hitoya's thigh.
"My, my, Hitoya. Are you really that selfish of a lover?"
"Ha, you couldn't pay me to do all that work. It's your fault for growing it so long."
"Oh? I thought it was you who said you liked my long hair?"
"Stop teasing me and go wash your hair. I wanna lay down in this tub uninterrupted until I turn into a prune, and that's not happening until you wash your hair."
Jakurai sighed before leaning over and twisting Hitoya's head so they could kiss.
"Very well, I suppose I'll do as you say."
Now it was Hitoya's turn to stare. Although Jakurai had long since given up his assasinery, his body was still as lean and muscled as it was in uni. Arms and thighs a little thick with muscle. Definition subtle until he tensed a muscle. Light scars were scattered across his body. A few nicks and scratches here and there, reminders of his time before he was as adept as he is today.
Jakurai took his time when washing his hair. Massaging shampoo gently only into his scalp. Hitoya didn't know what shampoo Jakurai was using, it didn't suds up like the stuff Jakurai had used on him before. It was soothing to watch Jakurai run through his hair routine. An inordinate effort to keep his long tresses well-kept. Hitoya watched Jakurai squeeze some of the liquid from the hair close to his scalp and run it a little further down his hair before rinsing it all out. Then it was on to the multiple jars of creamy stuff that Jakurai kept in a cupboard. Much like the shampoo, Hitoya had no clue what Jakurai was using. But it was familiar, the crisp cucumber and blueberry scent wafting over to Hitoya. It was the scent Hitoya's pillows now smelled like, which Kuko happily teased him about when it was Kuko's turn to wash the sheets. The lids looked gold, which they were more likely some sort of imitation, and the jars made of glass, signified by the clacking noises they made as Jakurai set them on the ground. It was entrancing, the way Jakurai ran his fingers smoothly through the ends of his hair, running the mixture of all the creams through it. Expertly separating strands, coating them all thoroughly, massaging the cream in.
Hitoya's gaze broke away from Jakurai's fingers when Jakurai shifted on the stool. Looking up he caught Jakurai's eyes in the reflection of the mirror.
"I feel it is my turn to ask if you're going to watch me the whole time."
"Tch," Hitoya moved away from the edge of the tub to lean his back against the wall. "Why do you always tease me like this. I can't even catch a break with my own partner."
Jakurai smiled as he grabbed a few clips and clipped his hair up and around his head before moving back over to the tub. leaning down Jakurai grabbed both sides of Hitoya's face and smiled at him.
"I'm sorry, I can't help myself. You are very cute when frustrated." Jakurai finished his sentence with a sweet kiss, leaning in just enough to put some weight into the kiss.
Hitoya huffed as Jakurai pulled away. Jakurai said nothing when he saw the flush on Hitoya's face spread, instead climbing into the tub, shifting Hitoya back to between his legs. Hitoya sighed and leaned back against Jakurai's chest.
"Finally. Don't move."
"I would never dream of it."
Jakurai lowered his head to rest his chin on Hitoya's head and closed his eyes, hands wrapped around Hitoya's biceps. Hitoya smiled. It was warm. Warmer in Jakurai's embrace then in the water around them. Jakurai pressed against his back, pressed against his thighs. Hands holding his arms. Hands holding his heart. It was comfortable here. Where Hitoya made his home. In Jakurai's embrace.
~*~
"I thought you told them to scram."
As Hitoya left his room he found Jyushi puttering about the kitchen, carting hands full of utensils and ingredients from the counter to their rightful spots in the kitchen. Jyushi jumped upon hearing Hitoya, a spatula clattering to the floor.
"Hito-chan! Sorry, I didn't see you there," Jyushi quickly scooped up the spatula and put it away. "Jaku-chan, Kuko is just adding the finishing touches."
"I can say that myself!"
Hitoya sighed as he heard Kuko yelling from the living room, his redhead poking out from behind the wall a moment later.
"Hurry up geezers, it's gonna get cold and then all my hard work is gonna go to waste."
Hitoya closed his eyes and sighed, once again, opening them again when he felt Jakurai's hand on his shoulder.
"Hitoya, I promise you I am not making a mistake. Just come eat dinner with us."
Hitoya clicked his tongue as he opened his eyes.
"Fine."
~*~
Hitoya ran his fingers through Jakurai's hair, finally dried after dinner.
Dinner was ... pleasant. There was about as much yelling as Hitoya had expected with Kuko at the table. But at least the food was good.
"You enjoyed dinner, did you not?" Jakurai talked to the window he was facing, sitting facing away from Hitoya on Hitoya's bed.
"I guess you could say that," Hitoya shrugged.
Hitoya separated the tresses of Jakurais hair, pulling them into a loose simple braid.
He would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it. As much as Kuko and Jyushi were a hassle, Hitoya wouldn't trade them for the world. Just to see the matching grins on Jyushi and Kuko's faces through dinner, it made a world of difference. A stark difference to their faces when he first met the two of them. His heart ached cold in his chest at just the thought of it.
Though it was cold to think back to the rough broken faces, his heart now had something to warm up to. It still made his heart flutter when he heard the two laughing together, their heads down, carefree, as the children they should have been. If Hitoya didn't get a place to let go, feel safe, he was going to make damn sure these kids would.
"Hitoya, you have been very loud for someone who hasn't said anything."
"Thank you, for today." Hitoya snapped an elastic around the end of Jakurais hair before falling back and pressing his hands against his face. "There are two things, I love more than anything in the world. Seeing those two happy, and you."
Jakurai hummed, turning and laying down with Hitoya, laying his head on Hitoya's chest.
"And here I thought Islay Whisky would be in that list."
"You keep up that snark and I'll kick you out."
Jakurai chuckled,
"That would make for an interesting night."
Hitoya just rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around Jakurai. And for once, he fell asleep well, thoughts gentle.