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It all started with a simple bet…
Another swig of his beer, and Narumi pointed the tip of his bottle at the man who was sitting crossed-legged on his office floor next to him, giving him a smirk that was as casual as it was challenging.
Oh how it pissed him right the fuck off.
“I can beat you, all day, every day!” And Narumi’s scowl only deepened when Hoshina quirked a brow, not believing the declaration. “Battle me on Tekken, I’ll kick your ass!”
Already several drinks in, Hoshina tipped his Sake bottle back before setting it between them. “Loser takes a shot,” Hoshina crooned in his typical overly sing-song tone, leaning back on his elbows. Like this, those deep, crimson eyes were even more striking with only the television illuminating them.
“You’re on, Bowl-Cut!”
This was their usual. Well, they didn’t see each other that often. After all, Narumi would never set foot in the vice captain’s cursed division, but after the battle with Nine, a lot of meetings started taking place in headquarters. Hence the late-night impromptu drinking game on a random weeknight.
And yet, as the night progressed, something seemed to shift. Somewhere in the blur of liquor, in the teases that held thinly veiled intentions, in the sudden press of two bodies caught up in it all…
Narumi found himself flat on his back, with Hoshina Soshiro climbing on top of him, and merely a breath came between them before lips were pressed against lips, where hands were trailing down bodies that were quickly stripped in the sudden desperation building between them…
It may have been so sudden, but…
He needed him.
He craved him.
And maybe he had for a long time.
Every messy kiss was met with an eager roll of his hips, grinding up against Hoshina’s growing bulge through his work joggers, chasing more, chasing everything, the subtlest friction enough to make his breath catch in his throat.
Narumi felt all floaty, lost in the swirling sensation that quickly grew so passionate, and when his sweats and boxers were being yanked down, only then did he realize there was something he never mentioned. “Um… I—,” he mumbled, his voice trailing off, at a loss for words.
It made Hoshina pause, and even through this drunken haze, when he glanced down at him, there was something reverent in the way he slowed down, watching him closely as he continued pulling the pant leg off. And when Hoshina took in his naked body, his lips parted slightly, brushing a hand up Narumi’s thigh, tracing the curve of his pussy…
…Pressing fingers between his folds.
“Oh, Gen…”
His name was said so breathlessly.
Any trepidation fell away when Narumi saw such hunger in the vice captain’s gaze, there was barely another glance between them before Hoshina bent down, not wasting a moment licking him so, so intimately, exploring him until reaching the top and swirling his tongue around his—
“F-fuck… Fuck!” Narumi gasped, biting his lip, only for another string of curses to escape him with Hoshina’s face between his legs, drinking him up like a man starved.
It was pure euphoria.
His head was spinning, and from far more than any beer or Sake. Because everything about Hoshina was intoxicating, a venom seeping into Narumi’s soul, taking over the baser parts of himself.
He’s not sure how many times he came on that skilled tongue. The edges of his reality blurred under the weight of this passion, where the veil of liquor freed the tension that had been building between them for far longer than either of them realized.
He was unraveling.
Cascading deeper into whatever this was.
Time seemed to fade away, melting into something hot and thick, seeping into the air around them, turning Narumi into putty underneath the man who pounded into him now, slow and deep, rolling his hips up so perfectly the comforter was soaked through with how wet he was.
He nodded, clinging so tightly to shoulders it was guaranteed to leave marks, every thrust making him quiver all over again, unsure where one climax ended and another began. But when Hoshina pulled back, probably to get a different angle or something, Narumi instinctively wrapped his legs around him with a whine, urging him on with the roll of his hips. “Plea— fuck I’m right there!” Is all he managed, moaning so loud it bridged on screaming.
And Hoshina’s hips stuttered briefly before picking up the pace, making it so hard and so fast Narumi forgot how to even breathe, his entire body tingled, pleasure nearly overwhelming him. With one final, deep press into him, he stilled, and then it was suddenly quiet. Narumi loosened his grip, brushing his hands down sweat-damped skin with a shuttering exhale, trying to catch his breath from such a mind-numbing climax.
Holy shit…
“Sorry…” Hoshina eventually said, and Narumi looked up at him, not comprehending.
“For giving me the best orgasm of my life?” He huffed a little incredulously, but the admission had him blushing, feeling all hot and a little too vulnerable, even when this drunk.
Especially when Hoshina beamed at that, his sweaty bangs plastered to his forehead, his cheeks so flushed while smiling down at him with such fondness before chucking lightly and bending down to kiss him again.
And again.
And doing so much more.
At some point, drunk, so fucked out, and in a state of bliss he’d never dreamed possible, he fell asleep all tangled up with Hoshina in the messy sheets, the faint glow of the television illuminating their sleeping forms until eventually shutting down, leaving them to their peaceful slumber.
That was, until at some point Hoshina shifted behind him, and Narumi stirred when feeling his warmth pulling away. He blindly reached behind him, grabbing hold of whatever he could find. “Mmmm where’re going…?”
“I need to make the train. Got trainin’ with the new recruits, can’t miss it…” Hoshina said, voice still slurred, but he stopped moving when Narumi clung to him tighter.
Quiet stretched between them, and Narumi chewed on his lip, not knowing how to ask him to stay, but also dreading the thought of being left alone. Even just thinking about it left him feeling all sorts of ways he wouldn’t dare acknowledge.
“One more…?” Is all he managed to ask, and Hoshina nodded against his back, letting his weight fall into him with clear relief in the way he exhaled and kissed his nape.
He easily slid back into him, taking his time as his palms brushed down the curve of his hip that he dug his grip into, fucking him slow as the sunlight slowly filtered through the window.
Narumi didn’t want it to end.
But at a point, it did, and Hoshina pulled out of him, kissing a slow trail along his shoulder, lips lingering for a long moment. “Text me when ya get up?” Hoshina asked, and Narumi nodded sheepishly, and another kiss was pressed to his skin before he finally got up from their makeshift floor bed.
Not another word was said as Hoshina gathered his clothes, brought Narumi his and helped him clean up. Narumi felt so heavy, still half-drunk and barely tugging his boxers on with a huff before sleepily curling into the pillow, already dozing back off when Hoshina finished dressing and walked out the door, leaving Narumi alone in his office before the sun had fully gone up.
***
He must be dying.
That’s the only explanation for why Narumi feels this dreadful as he sluggishly wakes from such a heavy sleep. He turns his head. A mistake. The whole world shifts, spinning into a nauseating swirl until he gives up on the idea of moving entirely.
Yep. Death has come for him.
RIP he never made it to platinum rank.
He eventually smacks his lips, feeling so dried out he’s desperate enough for some water that the need wins, and he fights his aching body to blindly reach around his office floor until finding some abandoned water bottle among the empty beer cans and chugging the entire thing in one go.
Ugh…
He sits up, eying the absolute mess that is his office. Well, it’s always like this, but right now, empty liquor containers decorate the hardwood floor, and that’s new.
Damn… what the fuck happened last night?
Did they really party that hard?
He mulls it over, trying to recall the events from the night before, but everything after playing- and winning, mostly… probably- Tekken feels like a blur, but he doesn’t even have the chance to try to connect the dots when his door bursts open.
And far too loudly.
He scowls, covering his ears as his offending mountain-man of a vice captain stomps into his room, irritated, and looking Narumi up and down, unimpressed.
“Get dressed. You got a meeting with Itami at 14:00,” is all Hasegawa offers as he sets some papers down on his desk and leaves the room without another word.
Cruel bastard.
Can’t he see that Narumi is dying from the worst hangover in existence?
Whatever.
He rolls his eyes, and with a grumble, he drags himself to the bathroom to get under a hot shower. He stands there, leaning against the cooling tile wall, letting the warm water relax his sore muscles for a long while. For some reason, even past the hangover, there’s a twist in his gut, a sort of longing he can’t seem to shake. And while he finishes getting ready, he slows down, finding himself staring at the comforter on the floor in his office for a moment too long, getting a sense of something so hazy that it stays just out of reach. But he just sighs, brushing it off as he leaves before Hasegawa can drag him out by force.
The torturous meeting is barely survivable with how dreadful he still feels, but after suffering through it, he’s finally shuffling out of the board room when he catches sight of something that nearly stops him in his tracks.
Hoshina is standing quietly outside the door with a blank expression, leaned up against the wall, his shoulders unexpectedly slumped. But when he catches sight of Narumi, he straightens a bit, his lips parting slightly.
Narumi’s heart skips a beat.
For a moment, the world seems to shift in slow motion. Tired, magenta eyes lock on weary, scarlet ones.
He’s never seen this man look like this before. Uncertain.
But then the moment passes, and with his hands shoved in his pockets, Narumi offers Hoshina a casual nod as he walks past, heading back to his office, but just before he turns the corner, he stops. Something about it just doesn’t sit right with him…
He chews on his lip, and just as he’s about to turn back, his attention is pulled by Kurusu who’s accompanied by some other nobody lab workers, leaving him stuck there humming along to whatever the operators go on about. It’s all the same old whatever anyway.
“Uhuh…” he rolls his eyes.
But it’s strange…
There it is again, that intense pull settling in his chest, so significant that it simply beckons him. So he looks back over his shoulder, only to blink at the empty space outside of the meeting room, realizing Hoshina’s not there anymore.
For some reason it makes his chest even tighter.
He brushes his bangs back and continues following the technicians through the corridor while they discuss all the random things, but he can hardly give it a single thought, not when he’s met with this growing emptiness that lingers…
And lingers.
It’s not like him.
Well, he’s no stranger to feeling alone, he has been his whole life. Over the years he’s become a pro at filling that void with work, training, gaming, whatever. Because he’s Narumi Gen. Far too strong to let anything get in his way. But this time, he can’t seem to drown it out with all the usual distractions.
He tries to go about the rest of his work passively, and as the days blend together, he gets lost in the monotony of all the usual bullshit. Since everything’s still just the same old stuff anyway.
Because there’s no reason for it not to be…
Right?
Then why does he still feel like something is missing?