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Two blocks away on a grassy hill points the barrel of a sniper rifle. There’s no wind on this picturesque day, and the sun is shining marvelously…
“Damn, how long is this fuckin’ thing gonna take?”
Riou looks up from the scope at Samatoki. “The graduation ceremony has just ended. The students are just now meeting with their friends and families to celebrate amongst each other. Jyuto can take as much time as he needs."
Samatoki huffs. Riou knows him well enough that there's no real heat to his complaining. His boyfriend is just getting antsy.
Their other boyfriend, though, is having his moment. Through the zoom on his rifle Riou keeps a close eye on Jyuto, who is biding his time once Jiro is freed from his eccentric division friends. There's that whirlwind of glitter Izanami, and Yumeno from Fling Posse trying to be sneaky. The stern-faced teacher from Osaka is the only one who is acting normally…
"So like, is that thing loaded or…?"
"No," Riou answers. "I only brought this for surveillance."
"A-ah."
"However if I spot any suspicious activity I do have a magazine full of bullets ready at hand." He smirks. "You will see first-hand that I am quite the quick shot. The enemy wouldn't stand a chance."
"..." Riou's only response is an impressed whistle, followed by a "damn."
Ah, their targets are moving. Riou has already accounted for the warm body slumping into his side, so his view of the pair doesn't falter as he follows Jyuto and Jiro into a secluded area. The pride Jyuto has for this child radiates all the way to Riou, and a warm smile tinges his lips from both the sight and the whined nuzzle Samatoki groans into his arm. "Can'tcha entertain me a little?"
So too does he expect the hands snaking up his military formal uniform. Combat medals clink together as Riou chuckles at the touch, minutely adjusting to give him room; he's impressed Samatoki has held out for this long. "I seem to recall you being unable to leave me untouched at the ceremony," he murmurs, fighting back a smile.
"What can I say, I'm weak for a man in uniform. The beret is sexy, by the way."
"Thank you. You are sexy as well."
Samatoki's sputtering is more than enough of a reaction for Riou. But Riou can't deny it. The yakuza leader rarely wears suits, preferring to wear traditional formal wear on the few occasions he has to dress up. The sleek black fabric perfectly frames his slim build; his bowtie would look childish on anyone else, but combined with the piercings he's decided to keep is drawing Riou's attention more than usual when he drinks in the full man.
Samatoki adjusts one skull ring on his finger, plays with another as he smiles up at Riou, warm, sweet, and unguarded. "Shucks, Riou. Ain't you a natural charmer," he laughs, none of his usual mockery. He cranes his head forward, nose bumping into Riou's neck. "What exactly is Jyuto doing?"
Riou smirks. "Why don't you look for yourself?" and pulls Samatoki by the waist to place him in front of the rifle. His boyfriend's stifled squeak of surprise makes Riou want to toy with him even more – an urge he's been indulging in quite often lately – and he murmurs close to Samatoki's ear, "Look at Jyuto. He's over there by the trees talking with the middle Yamada."
Interestingly, it has the opposite effect. Samatoki goes dead silent. The only indication that he's hanging on to Riou's every word is by the rapid pinkening of his ears. So Riou continues, narrating the scene, "See how happy he is? How even the wind bends to his will, standing impeccable as if nothing can touch him?”
“Except us,” Riou’s voice goes impossibly lower, sensual, reverberating down to bone, “he’s ours and he allows no one but us to touch him. Heh. We are lucky indeed.”
And, just because these two men have taught him so many new things about him and his desires, Riou adds the icing on the cake and nibbles at Samatoki's soft earlobe.
That is what gets Samatoki to snap out of his trance, surging up to lock his lips against Riou’s like a man possessed, then collapses backwards into Riou’s bulk like he’s sprinted a mile. "God," he exhales a shaky laugh, bringing up an equally shaky hand to caress his jaw, "we've been nothin' but bad influences on you, huh Riou?”
The soldier pecks a quick kiss to his nose, reigning himself in from doing any more. That would come later. “I wouldn’t call it bad at all. Ah, there’s movement from the two.”
Riou takes a peek through the scope. He salutes, then smiles. “Jyuto is requesting our presence. I believe he’s done his duty.”
“Yeah? He gave the signal?”
“Affirmative.” He makes a curious noise. “The Yamada seems to not be done with him… That is alright. We should head down regardless. Shall we?”
Riou packs up his rifle, slings it over his shoulder. He stands up, then offers his hand graciously to Samatoki, who takes it as the soldier helps him up.
“Mhm. Sick of bein’ so far anyway. I gotta tell him how much I admire him in that suit, ya feel me?”
Riou chuckles deeply. “I hear you.”
The two make their way down the hill.