Prompt 1- Back to the Norm
How long had it been since Yo Chitose went into a nightclub? God. It felt like a century. In reality, though, it was probably somewhere close to a week and a half. Running missions and patrolling the streets looking for Totsuka's killer did that to a person. There were other reasons, too, but those didn't bother him so much. On a rainy day last week, he had run into a gang of thugs picking on kids in the park. He was saved by Saburouta Bandou who happened to be in the area. In the end though, the closed off, reserved man had saved Chitose in more ways than one. Taking on most of the thugs single-handedly. Patching up the stab wound Chitose had sustained in the fight. Comforting him while they huddled in that abandoned building during the rain. Continuing to stay with him the morning after when all was said and done….
Chitose shook his head to dispel the thoughts clouding it. Instead he listened to the music that surrounded him. That bounced around in his skull and pounded at his chest. It was liberating in a way. Over at the bar area, he ordered a glass of his favorite whiskey and sipped it slowly as he picked out someone to take home. He couldn't let himself rely on Bandou all the time, now. He needed to give the guy a break and release his tension the way he had done for years.
The only difference was that Dewa was still gone. His wingman and best friend had left him for a mission overseas. One they couldn't ignore or argue. It was too important for the whole of Homra. With a sigh, he scanned the crowd for someone. Anyone. His eyes landed on a girl with a petite frame and flaming red hair pulled back in a ponytail that curled over her shoulder. She was looking right at him with hazel eyes and a thin black straw rolling between glossy, crimson lips.
Perfect. Without Dewa there to play wingman, he used his own natural born charm to stare back at her until the current song ended and the next one began. To his relief, it wasn't dubstep for once. Setting his glass on the glowing bar, he nodded his head towards the dance floor. Satisfaction flooded through him when she looked him up and down and set her own glass down. They met in the writhing mass of bodies bouncing up and down to the song and Chitose began the real work.
They shifted and moved against each other to the beat of the song. She was good at using her hips, which didn't come as a surprise to Chitose as he snaked an arm around her waist and held her close to him. She slid one of her own arms up around his neck and brought him down into a kiss before the beat picked back up and she pulled away. He tasted her drink on her tongue and the gloss on her lips. It was different. Different from what he had grown used to in the past week.
Pushing aside the different taste, he turned her in his arm and moved his hips against hers. This he had particularly gotten good at…. Damn. He couldn't get Bandou out of his head. As the song began to wind down and shift into the next, Chitose pulled the girl out of the sea of bodies into one of the corners where he pressed her against the wall and pressed his mouth to hers. He felt her hands grab his face and pull it closer and her mouth open to force her tongue between his lips.
But it was wrong. All of it was wrong. From the way she smelled to the way she felt pressed against him. He finally pulled away with a curse and stalked away ignoring her cry of protest. Back at the bar he found Bandou sitting in his room flipping through recon pictures on the screen of his phone. When Chitose knocked on the doorframe, Bandou looked up with a brow raised behind his dark sunglasses.
"I thought you were going out, tonight," he remarked.
"Got bored," he lied with a shrug as he leaned against the door. "Mind if I join you?"
Bandou looked back at his phone and gave a shrug. "Might as well. But please, no fooling around."
"Don't worry. I'm not really in the mood for it," Chitose replied. At least this was the truth. Slipping off his vest and shoes, he sat on the bed and curled up against Bandou's side with his head resting on the man's shoulder.
"Something wrong?" Bandou asked. From the side, Chitose could see his dark eyes regarding the man now curled up against him.
"No. Just didn't feel like sitting in my room bored, you know?" he replied closing his eyes and smiling softly. This felt right.