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“You gotta live a little.” Uzui laughed, alcohol spilling down the rim of his glass, “Kyojuro, look around, you could have anyone you wanted.” he gestured around the room with a muscular arm, his two wives underneath seeming unbothered by his movement no doubt used to it by now.
Uzui had managed to bring Kyojuro out to a strip club, though for what reason Kyojuro wasn’t really sure. His idea of a fun night out usually involved going out to dinner, but if it was something his friend enjoyed then he had supposed it could be nice to try something different.
“But I am not looking for someone.” Kyojuro grinned, sitting back into the booth with his own drink in hand, barely touched, unsure what his friend was getting at.
“Come on.” Uzui insisted, “When was the last time you focused on something other than your students?”
Kyojuro’s smile didn’t falter as he glanced around the room before looking back at Uzui,
“My students are all amazing.” He replied, “I want them to succeed, I don't see anything wrong with that.” Kyojuro taught history at a local high school and he loved every moment of it, often running after hours study sessions for his students when it got close to exam times.
“Rengoku, your commitment to your students is admirable, but I haven’t seen you take time for yourself in a long time.” Uzui stated, pulling his third wife tight into his side, “So drink!” He cheered, “The next show is about to start soon!”
Kyojuro obliged, taking another sip of his drink before placing it back on the table of their booth. He was about to reply but Uzui’s gaze locked somewhere behind Kyojuro and a look of concern flashed across his friend's face.
Kyojuro looked up over his shoulder to follow his gaze just in time to have a heavy weight drop into his lap. Eyes wide in shock, Kyojuro braced the man who had just been knocked right into his arms to stop him falling to the ground, an arm around his waist and the other pressed to his chest.
“Fuck.” The man gasped in shock, grabbing onto Kyojuro’s bicep to steady himself and just like that Kyojuro was looking at the prettiest man he had ever seen. Beautiful blue eyes stared at him and this man must have been wearing contact lenses because his entire sclera was an impossible cracked blue and his iris’ were a glassy gold. His hair was an unruly pink colour that stood out under the lights of the club, light rays changing the hues everytime they switched shades.
“Are you okay?” Kyojuro spoke after what was definitely an elongated pause, eyes catching on the gold jewelry hanging from his ears. The man was wearing a large black hoodie obscuring most of his body - which was very out of place in the club but Kyojuro wasn’t going to call him out on it - but even in the dim lighting the dark ink running up his neck stood out. There was a telling hardness to the man's body and despite the hoodie, Kyojuro could feel the muscles through the fabric where he had yet to remove his hands from the man.
Kyojuro’s words seemed to break the man out of whatever stupor he had fallen into because just as quickly as he had appeared the man was now pushing to get free of Kyojuro’s hold. Kyojuro let him go without hassle and he must have been in a rush because he didn’t say anything as he disappeared into the crush of people. There was a moment before he was completely out of sight that Kyojuro caught those unusual eyes staring back at him but then he was turning away pulling his hood up over his head.
“Look at you! Who knew you’d be so smooth Kyojuro!” Uzui cheered, reaching past Makio next to him to shake Kyojuro’s shoulder excitedly.
“I have no idea what you mean.” Kyojuro stated, his cheerful grin sliding if only a little bit, unsure why that man had rushed off in such a hurry.
Uzui looked like he was going to say something more on the topic but the lights in the room dimmed even more and a bright light was cast upon the stage alongside a thrill of music. The music was unusual, the tempo fast and electrifying; it only played for a moment before it cut off again, the whole room went silent before the same riff filled the air. There was movement on stage; slowly from the roof at the center of the stage a hoop began to descend.
The ceiling in the club was surprisingly high, Kyojuro realized, as he watched the hoop descend towards the ground, he hadn’t had reason to look up before and all the dances previously had utilized the poles which had seemingly disappeared into the stage. Once again the thrill of music went off for a third time and a tattooed hand snapped out to grab the hoop in time with the music.
The person was a man, navy dyed fingertips grabbing a sturdy hold of the hoop. Kyojuro watched in awe as the hoop began to rise back towards the ceiling, pulling the man up off of the ground from where he had been laying out of sight of Kyojuro’s seat in the crowd. The music continued and it seemed the show was truly beginning as the tune built up in tempo like a racing heart.
Once at the correct height a good 3 or 4 meters above the stage the hoop came to a stop, the man holding on with one arm in a dead hang. Kyojuro’s breath caught in his chest and simultaneously felt like it had been knocked out of him when the man raised his head to look at the crowd.
His blue eyes stood out just as much as they had when Kyojuro had held him in his arms, but now his attention was stolen by the mass of skin on display. Just as he had felt through that hoodie the man was muscular, but Kyojuro was surprised to learn that those tattoos on his neck seemed to cover the man's entire body. Or at least, over the vast amount that could be seen. He was wearing pants, a baggy white pair that hung low on his hips and were bunched up under his knees, showing off gold anklets that matched the delicate chain mask covering the lower half of his face like a veil.
Slowly at first the man began to move, pulling his body up by the hand holding onto the hoop, the muscles in his bicep bulging at the movement and Kyojuro couldn’t look away. The man's other hand grabbed onto the hoop alongside the first and with all the ease of someone who had been training his whole life, the man raised the lower half of his body up over itself effectively ending in a handstand, legs wrapping around the upper edge of the hoop into a backbend. The flexibility was incredible and as the hoop began to spin he released his hands to stretch his arms out wide, letting the hoop carry his body a few resolutions.
From there the man reached up to grab the hoop between his legs with both hands, unhooking them from the top and Kyojuros heart dropped into his stomach as the next second the man let go of his hold to plummet towards the ground. His legs caught him at the last second and the hoop spun in a faster circle, the man upside down with his arms and legs spread wide, hoop held only by his ankles.
Kyojuro couldn’t look away, it was as if he was in a trance, heart racing in his chest. It was beautiful.
The man moved with grace and confidence, coming down once again by just one arm, body curling up as if he were to sleep on his side, the hoop still spinning in rapid circles. The crowd let out a cheer yet Kyojuro felt like there was no one else in the room. He could have sworn they made eye contact as he spun, but then again he was a performer, that was what they did. It surely didn’t mean anything, yet Kyojuro was entranced either way. The man pulled himself up once again, slipping through the hoop, arms wide to catch him and he spent another few rotations propped up like he was on a cross. The muscles in his back strained under his skin and the patterns up his back seemed to blend together with each rotation.
From the cross position he lowered his body under the hoop for a moment before climbing back up until he was sitting inside the hoop, one leg and one arm hanging loosely to accentuate the length of his body as the hoop slowed in its rotations. It was a position that transferred seamlessly into the next, his body slipping off the hoop, one hand at the top and the other reaching out for one of the sides. The hoop was pushed horizontally to the ground and the man spun a few more rotations, arms spread wide, muscles drawn taught and Kyojuro couldn’t look away even if he wanted to.
The music continued along with the aerial dance, perfectly in sync with the man's movements as he dropped the top of the hoop and came to hang once again by one arm. It was coming to an end Kyojuro realized and he almost felt sorrow well up inside. The man spinning in a circle as the hoop slowly began to sink back towards the ground. As his feet brushed the ground the man continued to spin, small little steps carrying his body in circles, releasing the hoop he lowered his body effortlessly to the ground.
As the music came to a close and the hoop drew back towards the ceiling the man lay still in the center of the stage, chest heaving up and down. Kyojuro could see a sheen of sweat covering the man's skin, briefly noticing that the man's bare feet also held the same ink dipped look as his fingers.
The crowd went wild with cheers and Kyojuro was not ashamed to say he was one of them. Although when he looked back and saw Uzui’s knowing smile he couldn’t help but feel like he had missed something.
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Later that evening Kyojuro found himself in the bathroom splashing his face with cool water in hopes of starving off some of the heat that threatened to suffocate him. He always seemed to run hotter than everyone else, Tomioka always told him it was because he was like the sun, but he never much believed it.
Someone else entered the room, the squeak of the door and the small rush of sounds from outside giving them away. Kyojuro reached for a paper towel to dry his flushed skin.
“Did you enjoy the show?” A voice spoke up behind him and Kyojuro spun around so fast he heard his neck crack. He’d only heard it once but that voice had been on repeat in his mind all night.
“It was incredible!” Too loud. Kyojuros brain helpfully supplied, but the other man let out an amused huff. He was close, Kyojuro realized, and moving closer.
“I’m Akaza.” The man introduced himself and it wasn’t long before Kyojuro found himself bumping back against the sink.
“Rengoku Kyojuro.” He replied, voice still much too loud for the small gap between them. Kyojuro’s own eyes were wide as he registered Akaza’s tattooed arms coming down either side of his waist..
“You’re beautiful, Rengoku Kyojuro.” Akaza stated, his eyes roaming Kyojuro’s face for a moment.
“Thank you.” Kyojuro replied, fighting the urge to reach forward and touch Akaza, his bare chest on display right there, he only needed to lift his hand a little bit, but he hadn’t been given permission.
“I wanted to thank you for catching me earlier but I was in a bit of a rush.” Akaza leaned forward, his breath fanning over Kyojuro’s cheeks. “Can I thank you now?” He looked at Kyojuro with those enchanting eyes and he couldn’t look away, couldn’t make a sound, he could only nod.
“I need a vocal answer, Kyojuro.” Akaza reached up a hand to brush a strand of hair off his forehead, damp with water from before and stuck to his skin.
“Uh,” Kyojuro stuttered out, tripping over his words, “Yes, please. You can.” It was rushed and maybe a little too eager but with Akaza so close to him, he could barely think.
Akaza wasted no time after that, the hand that had brushed the hair away moving to cup his cheek as he leaned in for a kiss. His lips felt cool in comparison to Kyojuro’s flushed skin, their lips moving slowly together at first before Akaza nipped his lip and pushed his tongue into his mouth when his lips parted on a gasp.
From there things got heated, Akaza’s tongue exploring Kyojuro’s mouth as they breathed each other in. Kyojuro’s knees felt weak and without asking Akaza grabbed him by the thighs and lifted him up onto the bathroom counter, pushing his way between his legs. Kyojuro’s hands flew up to grab a hold of his biceps to stabilize himself, fingers met with hard muscle.
Akaza's lips worked perfectly against his, his tongue pushing against Kyojuro’s own as they fought for dominance over the kiss. Kyojuro’s thighs were wrapped tight around his waist and he felt a little like he was going to over heat but the taste of Akaza was addicting.
When Akaza pulled away from the kiss Kyojuro almost moaned at the lack of contact but then the next second a hand was fisting in his hair and pulling his head back to expose his neck roughly. Akaza’s mouth followed quickly after and this time Kyojuro did moan as he felt teeth nipping and sucking bruises into his skin. His neck was incredibly sensitive and he found himself pushing further into Akaza, dragging the other man impossibly close as he raked his nails down his back.
Kyojuro bit his lip to hold back any sounds that tried to escape but it seemed Akaza didn’t agree with this because the next second he felt teeth bite down on the join of his shoulder and he cried out in pain. His back arched off the wall as the sizzle of pain shot through his body and was replaced by Akaza’s tongue soothing over what he knew would be a proper bite mark. Fuck, Kyojuro didn’t even know he liked this sort of thing but he couldn’t help but fist Akaza’s hair and push his face closer. He was quickly rewarded with a groan of satisfaction from Akaza and the feeling of teeth once again sinking into his skin.
The moan he let out at the pain made him feel like a whore.
Akaza’s tongue once again soothed over the wound leaving a trail of saliva and blood that felt cold when he puffed out a breath. Kyojuro shivered at the sensation and Akaza backed off to rest his forehead against his, dilated pupils matched his own as they both breathed heavily.
“Kyojuro…” Akaza purred, “Fuck, you’re so perfect.” he looked almost demonic, hair wild and blood staining his lips ruby, but Kyojuro couldn’t get over how fucking beautiful he was.
The hand in his hair released and moved down to cup the side of his face and Akaza leaned in to steal another chaste kiss before pressing their foreheads together again.
“Thank you.” Kyojuro repeated hands almost shaking as he released Akaza, he spared them a quick glance and was almost horrified to see blood under his nails. “Oh.” He whispered, looking back up to Akaza in alarm, “I’m sorry!”
Akaza actually laughed at him then, it was a harsh sound but he was smiling so Kyojuro didn’t feel offended.
“Do you see how hard you make me, Kyojuro?” Akaza punctuated the statement by rolling his hips into Kyojuro’s groin, “Don’t ever apologize for making me bleed.” It sounded like a threat but Kyojuro was quickly realizing that that was just Akaza..
The friction between them was almost unbearable and Kyojuro had to look away from him before he lost all train of reasonable thought. In doing this he caught sight of himself in the mirror and his lips parted in shock when he saw the mess that had become of his neck. Dark bruises stood out against the column of his throat, almost black against his golden skin, and there were two very obvious teeth marks at the base of his shoulder, fresh blood still punctuating each red mark.
Kyojuro’s face went crimson in embarrassment and Akaza looked like he was having a field day, excitement clear in the wild grin spreading across his blood stained lips.
“You’re blushing.” Akaza pointed out, bringing both hands to cup Kyojuro’s cheeks, squeezing them between his hands. “How are you this fucking cute.”
Kyojuro frowned at that, pushing him back with a firm press on his shoulder. Akaza almost didn’t move back, giving one last reluctant squeeze of Kyojuro’s strong thighs before giving him some space.
With space to breathe Kyojuro didn’t know how to react to the situation, he was almost painfully hard in his pants, and yet his embarrassment was quickly fixing that problem. Akaza stood quietly across from him, waiting for some sort of reaction. What he wasn’t expecting was for Kyojuro to run for the bathroom door, slamming it open and disappearing out into the club faster than he could blink.
Kyojuro’s mind was racing as he all but sprinted back to the table, what had he been thinking. Akaza was beautiful but of course he was, Kyojuro was in a strip club for fuck sake, he probably expected Kyojuro to pay for what had just happened in the bathroom.
Uzui looked up in shock when Kyojuro all but dived into the safety of the booth, face red and a hand covering his neck in embarrassment. Immediately Kyojuro’s larger friend was on the defensive, hands slamming down on the table as he moved away from his wives to get closer to Kyojuro.
“What happened?!” Uzui demanded, grabbing a hold of Kyojuro’s hand and pulling it away from his neck, all three of his wives gasping in shock once the damage was revealed.
“I- I don’t know.” Kyojuro stammered, trying to cover the marks back up but Uzui wasn’t releasing his hand so he quickly gave up.
Uzui stared at the bite marks in shock. He knew Kyojuro could hold his own in a fight with ease, there was absolutely no way anyone would be able to force themselves upon him. If anything Kyojuro just looked embarrassed, his hair was a mess and his lips were red, there was really only one explanation for why his friend was so shaken up.
One reason that happened to be making his way straight towards their table.
Kyojuro saw him coming before Uzui did and his eyes widened in horror, he turned to Uzui with desperate eyes.
“I didn’t mean to do it!” Kyojuro all but shouted, luckily the music was loud and no one turned to look at their table, but Uzui didn’t seem to understand so Kyojuro hurried on, hoping his friend who was much more experienced in this sort of place than he was could fix this. “I don’t want to buy him for sex! There is a misunderstanding! Tengen what do I do?”
“Buy him for sex?” Uzui asked confused, “This is not-” he started to say but he was cut off by Akaza reaching their table, large hoodie covering most of his body again.
“Let me take you out.” Akaza demanded, leaning right over the back of their booth, completely ignoring Uzui’s bicep, practically the size of his head right beside his face, eyes locked on Kyojuro, whose face was burning brighter than the sun.
Kyojuro let out a sound of shock and snapped his eyes to Uzui as a plea of help, Akaza looked pissed at that but Uzui spoke up before he could complain.
“Rengoku, he doesn’t want you to buy him for sex, this isn’t a brothel, they don’t do that here.” Uzui explained and Kyojuro blinked in shock.
“Oh what?” Akaza questioned, briefly glancing at Uzui who just raised his eyebrows, before turning back to Kyojuro. “He’s right, I just want to have sex with you. But I can definitely call you Daddy” He punctuated the words by raking his eyes up Kyojuro’s body heatedly “if you wanna get a sugar baby kink out of your system or something.”
“Uh-I” Kyojuro stuttered, large eyes wide as he stared at Akaza in shock before he slowly nodded in awe, words leaving him before he even really realized he’d spoken at all. “You can take me out.”
The grin that lit up Akaza’s face was almost feral and he rushed to pull a small piece of paper out of his pocket - god knows when he had had the time to write his number down - but Kyojuro’s eyes were still wide as he took the offered piece and looked at the digits carefully scrolled across it.
“I’m free Monday through Thursday.” He followed up, eyeing Kyojuro excitedly.
“Okay.” Kyojuro breathed, holding the paper tightly in his hand. He expected that to be the end of their conversation, watching as Akaza looked over his shoulder back towards what he assumed was the backstage door. However, when the pinkette looked back Kyojuro was once again shocked because he leaned right over Tengen and pulled Kyojuro by the lapel of his haori into another harsh kiss.
Tengen ever the hype man wolf whistled loud and when Akaza pulled away he shot Kyojuro a wink before leaving just as quickly as he had appeared.