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“Ah I see, one idiot plus another idiot equals the most idiotic idea I’ve ever heard.”
Hijikata couldn’t help but snort at his boyfriend’s comment directed towards Katsura and Sakamoto. The three of them continue to argue about some idea the other two had come up with, not hearing him.
They were all currently sitting on stools in a bar, Sakamoto at the very end on the left, then Katsura, Gintoki, and Hijikata.
The vice commander’s head is resting on a propped up hand as the other idly traces the wavy-haired samurai’s arm where it rests on the bar, veins bulging even in its relaxed state. The raven traces the scars littered across his arm along with the veins as he takes a sip of his own drink.
He lets the other noise drown out as he gets in lost in just doing so, always a relaxing activity when he was out drinking with Gintoki and there was a lull.
He takes another sip and notices eyes on him. He looks up to see Gintoki staring at him. To the general eye, it would seem as if he was staring at him blankly, but Hijikata can see the softened edges around his eyes as he gazes upon him.
“What’s up?”
“Nothing, just relaxed. Observing.”
“You get your rocks off on that?” Gintoki grins, good humoredly.
Hijikata rolls his eyes. “Shut it, don’t ruin it. Go back to your friends.”
It was the silver samurai’s turn to roll his eyes. “They’re just talking about some idiotic shit.”
“Takes one to know one.” The raven’s lip slightly quirk.
“Right, so you would agree with this idiotic pyramid scheme of theirs? Now, what does that say about you Toshirou?” He finishes with a mocking smile.
The vice commander, slightly annoyed he doesn’t have a good comeback, is interrupted by the other two patrons.
“Oi, you two stop flirting!” Sakamoto teases, brows furrowed in mock anger.
Katsura adds in, with his eyes closed and arms crossed, a “holier than thou” aura surrounding him. “Gintoki, it’s bad enough that you’re no longer single, but must you rub it in?” Katsura looks tearful. “While in the company of your friends?”
The silver samurai, annoyed, turns fully back to them and glares. “Shut up! You fools are the ones that interrupted US!” He finishes the point by gesturing towards himself and his boyfriend. “What are you two trying to do here, become the third and fourth wheel?”
Katsura yelps. “Gintoki! You know I have trauma of being a third wheel in the past, how can you bring that up?!” He looks up to the ceiling, reminiscing. “It all started when I was a child…”
The silver-haired perm looks at him blankly. “What nonsense are you spewing? We grew up together, you had no other friends for you to be in this type of situation.”
The long-haired samurai harrumphs. “Just because you were unpopular and didn’t have any other friends, doesn’t mean I didn’t.”
“Zura, one time I caught you crying because you had gum stuck in your hair.”
“And who didn’t help me through my grieving when sensei had to cut it?! And it’s Katsura, not Zura!” He coughed into his hand and continued. “Anyways, it was with this one silver haired guy and one purple haired one.” Katsura puts a hand on his chin as he looks to the side, remembering. “I was always the third wheel… What were their names again?”
Gintoki’s eye twitches. “This just sounds like me and Takasugi?! You were not the third wheel, you bastard we treated you equally as bad as we treated each other. And suddenly you can’t remember our names?”
Before Katsura could respond, a brown-haired perm cuts in. “That’s right Zura!” Disregarding the other’s indigant cry of “It’s Katsura, not Zura!”, he continues. “Remember, Kintoki and Takasugi treated me so harshly?” Sakamoto also ignores Gintoki’s immediate response “Get my name right, damn it!” and rambles on. “I swear the one time they could get along was to beat me up, ahahahahaha. It made me feel like one of the guys, not left out!”
Hijikata adds in his two cents, his eyes narrowing as he regards them harshly. “It just sounds like they were bullies, and you were their victim.” He glances at his lover, glaring at him, who notices this and sputters. “It’s not like that! This idiot would do the dumbest shit, I swear!”
Katsura interrupts their quarrel, continuing where he left off. “No, no, it’s not you and Takasugi.” He frowns and reprimands the silver-haired samurai. “Not everything is about you.”
Gintoki feels a vein in his neck pulsating in anger.
Didn’t Tatsuma interrupt him in the first place?
The long-haired samurai’s face lights up as he remembers, fisted hand placed on top of the open palm of his other one. “Oh! I remember, it was Permy and Shorty!”
“Stop lying to me, the hell are those names?!”
Hijikata doesn’t bother listening to the ensuing argument, once again going back to what has become one his favorite pastimes (don’t tell the permhead this, although he suspects he already knows), just tracing the scars and veins on Gintoki’s arm and observing him.
He eyes Gintoki’s muscular bicep. It’s big like the rest of the maroon-eyed buffoon. He knows his hand will not be able to get even close to fully wrapping around it. He tests it out, just wanting to feel the muscle rippling underneath the skin, wrapping his hand around the silver samurai’s bicep.
Obviously, it doesn’t.
The raven looks back to where Gintoki’s hand is clutching onto his own drink in irritation. He sees his veins protrude even more than before. Hijikata shivers as he remembers what those arms have done to him in the bedroom and how they look so similar as to when the hand wrapped around the cup, is around his neck. How he could see the veins bulging even more than usual as Gintoki chokes him and the vice commander wraps his own hand around the silver samurai’s wrist, wanting to feel that power being used against him. And fucks him open with-
Gintoki shifts and the raven takes his own hand off the perm’s bicep. The silver-haired man moves his hand to rest on Hijikata’s thigh and gives it a squeeze. He leaves it there without looking back as he continues to argue with the idiots.
The black-haired man’s eyes slightly widen but return to normal as he ponders his predicament. He definitely prefers Gintoki’s hand just resting there. But he’s also getting more aroused, and it looks like his partner may be aware of that, as this also tends to happen when he traces the marks on the perm’s arm.
As the blue-eyed man reflects on this, he doesn’t realize Gintoki is standing over him until he hears him speak. “You wanna go?”
Hijikata glances up to see him gazing down at him with the same look as before, blank but soft. His heart clenches as he realizes the silver samurai is looking at him with that gaze. He knows he won’t ever get used to it no matter how often the red-eyed man does it.
The vice commander focuses back on the present. “Huh, what about your friends?” Aside from the creeping arousal, Hijikata really didn’t mind that they technically crashed their outing. He was fine with just drinking in silence and observing. By all means, he’s used to it and was content with it.
He also understood why the two had crashed their date. They don’t get to see each other that often and they wanted to see their friend. Also, he can tell even though Gintoki is annoyed by them, there was still eagerness edging into his voice and body language as they conversed.
The silver perm clicks his tongue. “They’re the ones that crashed in on us. Besides, we spent some time together.” He grabs Hijikata’s hand to leave and the raven lets himself be tugged away. “If I spend too much time with those idiots, their idiocy will rub off on me.”
Hijikata really wanted to make a comment on that but then he remembers. “Wait, Gintoki we didn’t pay – “
He’s interrupted by two loud shouts, one louder than the other. “Kintoki! Pay for your drinks, damn it!”
Gintoki laughs and shushes his boyfriend as they walk out. “Serves them right. Especially that one for never getting my name right. They can pay for us.”
They walk a couple of blocks back to the Yorozuya place, sometimes holding hands, sometimes opting to just walk side by side.
Hijikata’s earlier arousal was forgotten, and he thinks about the events tonight. “You didn’t have to do that. I was fine with you spending time with your friends.”
The crimson-eyed man quirks a brow at him and then stops walking, making the vice commander also stop walking as he looks at him. “I wanted to. Like I said, they crashed our party of two. And it’s fine, I still spent some time with them.” He gives Hijikata a soft smile. “But I also want to spend time with you.”
The cobalt-eyed man feels his cheek redden at this statement. “I was content with just… I don’t know, being in your presence?” He shyly looks to the ground.
Gintoki hums as he comes closer. He sighs. “You always are… You know it’s ok to ask for more now, right? Now that we’re together.” He briefly brushes the back of his fingers against the black-haired man’s cheek.
Hijikata glances back at him. “That’s not it. It’s because we’re together now that I’ll always feel fulfilled even just in your presence.”
Now it was the silver samurai’s turn to blush, as his hand comes up behind his neck and scratches the back of his perm, relieved to hear such a sentimental statement from his lover. He briefly looks away and changes the subject, commenting on the other behavior he observed today. “Anyways, you seem pretty subdued today.”
The raven tenderly smiles as he loops his arms around the silver samurai’s neck, hand resting on the back of the perm. “Huh, guess I am.”
They both weren’t into such blatant displays of affection in public, but the street was mostly deserted, and they both have had a couple drinks in them, making them more loose.
The crimson-eyed man slips his hands around the cobalt-eyed man’s waist and leans in to whisper in his ear. “Toshirou, are you feeling up for it right now?”
Hijikata bites his lip, remembering his previously forgotten arousal. The vice commander pulls away a bit so his lover can see what his face is conveying to him.
The silver samurai stares for a bit, then releases his companion. He takes the black-haired samurai’s hand and starts to drag him the rest of the way to his place. “C’mon, let’s get back so we can fix that issue of yours.”
Hijikata scoffs as he follows along and smiles.
As if it was just his problem.