Hi guys! Fast update, you say? Truth is that I've finished typing this one before Sloth but then I got scared because it's my first smut and it's so embarrassing plus it might suck but I decided to post it today because Happy White Day, people!

Now, does this one seriously need a summary?


LUST

When Munakata wakes up, he finds that he's… aroused. This must have been caused by a dream but everything from said dream seems steamy –in whatever figurative sense of the word, so Munakata can't remember much of it. That's a good thing, he thinks, because he really doesn't want such images to worsen his little problem, he doesn't even have time to deal with it; he has to go to work now. He's already late, in fact. Hopefully, a cold shower will fix it. It would also fix his current hangover; only now, he realizes that he's most likely had too many drinks last night. That's another thing he doesn't remember. When he sits up to head to the bathroom, he finds that he is naked, and what's worse, he feels a stinging pain in his backside. It seems that this is the morning of forgetfulness, then, because he really can't remember anything from that episode either. What more, he isn't usually this careless; he rarely -if ever- brings his conquests home. He isn't even sure who his partner this time might have been; he's left no trace of his passage. Well, nothing but a lingering warmth on the other side of the bed. Munakata tries to convince himself that for once, it wasn't a certain redhead, even if lately, it's always been him –why, Munakata doesn't want to know, but he certainly and positively doesn't want to engage in an exclusive relationship with that barbarian.

While he's under the shower, there's a piece of his dream that emerges from his mind. He is sitting on someone's lap, on a giant bed and the sheets are made of silk. The man's skin is the color of bronze and calloused hands are holding Munakata's hips steady. His face is buried in Munakata's neck, and Munakata's own face is buried in the man's hair. It's like having your face drowning in a blaze -and admittedly, his body is burning. When Munakata inhales into his hair, the scent is inebriating: it smells like opium. Or maybe it's the blend of cigarette's characteristic intoxicating scent and strawberry's sweet fragrance…

His reverie is cut short by the beep of his phone from his bedroom; it's a message, if referring to the ringtone.

This won't do, he thinks, shaking his head, still partly at his earlier hallucination. At this rate, it won't go away with just a shower… and neither will my headache. He tries to focus on the paperwork he has to do today to avoid thinking about something else, and since his workload for the day is pretty charged, it works, somehow -or at least, partially, because his headache worsens at the thought of having to do all of these things.

His shower takes longer than usual but he eventually gets out of the bathroom to read the message from earlier. It's from Suoh. It says: "Come over at bar HOMRA later today."

Of course, having to deal with that man so soon in the morning annoys Munakata, and the message doesn't even tell him whether it was Suoh with him last night or not. He answers, "And why should I come to see you?"

Suoh's answer is immediate, "Something I wanna tell you."

I'm not interested in what you might have to tell me, is what Munakata wants to send at first, but he then considers the fact that Suoh doesn't often text him. It's a wonder that such a primitive man can even use a phone, he thinks. So if Suoh bothers to send him a message, then maybe it's about something important –professionally, that is.

Even with the intention of coming, Munakata still wants to put some doubt in Suoh's mind. "I'm not sure I'll be able to make it, but I'll try to come in the afternoon."

Another immediate reply, "Shall be waiting."

Now that that's settled, he gets dressed for work, and for a reason he doesn't want to admit to himself, he's kind of looking forward to the end of the day.


When Munakata arrives at Scepter4's building in his office, he is horrified by the stack of papers on his desk. Feeling that with the way things are -to be precise, with his headache and trouble at focusing– he'll never be able to get everything done by himself, he delegates a (big) part of it to Awashima and Fushimi, with the pretext that he has an impromptu meeting with a King later so he can't leave the office too late –which, to his defense isn't a lie, even if he doesn't know what said meeting will be about.

During the whole day, his mind is occupied by visions of the same fashion than of the one he's had under his shower this morning and he can't concentrate in his work at all. He attributes the images to some form of delirium resulting of last night's not-so-healthy activities.

What frustrates him the most is that all the visions are about him and Suoh. In their totality, he never sees the face of his partner clearly, but Munakata isn't delusional enough not to know that it is his nemesis indeed; after all, he doesn't know many people from his entourage with tanned skin, crimson mane and damn appealing body.

The images are a mix of their past flings – with their biting, scratching and pulling – and things that they've definitely never done.

At some time, he gets out of his office to get some coffee with the hope that it'll clear his mind. When he comes back and opens his door though, he sees himself bent over his own desk, that very surface on which he works every day of the week. He's still and always with that same man. This time, he is beneath Munakata, handcuffed. Munakata is pounding into him and he could almost practically hear the shameless moans of the rake under him if the scene weren't only in his head. He closes the door and returns to get more coffee and maybe some strong painkillers.

There's no further 'incident' when he comes back this time: the painkillers have dulled his head apparently. Knowing that in this state, he'll be able to do even less things than he's expected, he decides to call it a day; it's past office hours already, anyway. He's done nearly nothing productive today, but he'll think about it tomorrow when he is in a better shape.

After changing to casual clothes, he heads directly to Bar HOMRA. On his way, there are questions assailing his mind. He wonders what Suoh wants to tell him; just who was with him last night, and most importantly, why he's spent the whole day unwillingly fantasizing about Suoh. Of course, he'll never directly ask Suoh about the last two. I'd rather die than give him the satisfaction of asking him these absurdities that would only stroke his ego, he thinks.

When he enters the bar, there are only a few people there. At first, they look alarmed to see the Blue King there, but when they see that Munakata's not wearing his uniform and is merely heading toward the counter, their inquietude drop and they're just eyeing him suspiciously. Munakata merely ignores them and asks Kusanagi who looks like he's been expecting him, where his King is.

-He's in his room, the barman answers with a knowing smile that Munakata isn't sure how to interpret. "He's waiting for you there."

Regardless of the fact that to Munakata, it seems strange, if not fishy that a King calls another King to have a talk in his bedroom –the Gold King's never done it, or any other King Munakata's met with before –Munakata's more ticked that Kusanagi doesn't add anything more, like he assumes that Munakata must know where Suoh's room is –which isn't the case. So eventually Munakata has to ask, "And where is your King's room?"

Kusanagi blinks, inducing by doing so that he did believe that Munakata's been to Suoh's room before, and with a tense smile, he answers, "Oh, what was I thinking; it's upstairs, the last door on the corridor."

Munakata thanks him and climbs the stairs. He knocks on the indicated door but gets no answer. He would have hesitated a little before directly opening the door if it were anyone else than Suoh, but knowing the man, Munakata presumes that he must have fallen asleep.

When Munakata walks in, there's no one in the bedroom. He wonders if maybe Suoh's gone out, but then he hears a sound of running water from what must be the bathroom. Without thinking about it, he walks in the direction of the noise and there he stops abruptly. The door isn't closed and he can see Suoh showering; in all the glory of his nudity. Suoh's facing the wall and doesn't see Munakata. The water runs across his hair and skin; Munakata can't avert his eyes. He watches the muscles of Suoh's back and, are these scratch marks? Then he considers that maybe he really was with Suoh last night. The thought that the marks might have been made by someone else causes a vicious pain to his chest, but he doesn't linger on the reflection as his eyes wander south. He stops at Suoh's ass and he can't help the twitch of his hands as he imagines grabbing his cheeks. The scrutiny continues on Suoh's thighs then legs; the barbarian could pose as a model for one of these Greek statues, honestly.

Probably feeling that he's being watched, Suoh turns his head to see who the visitor is and smirks when he finds that it's Munakata. He turns off the water and grabs a towel. He then turns to face Munakata and with that smirk still plastered on his face, he uses the towel to wipe his head first. Munakata has to fight the insticnt to let his eyes go downward and keep them fixed on Suoh's face. Suoh finally grabs another towel to tie it around his waist this time and walks toward Munakata.

-Oh, you were there.

-You called me, Munakata retorts with remarkable composure given his situation.

-Thought you wouldn't come.

-I said I'd try to, so here I am. What did you want to tell me?

-So this morning, I had an important early meeting with HOMRA and couldn't stay.

So it really was you, Munakata thinks with a mix of relief and irritation. "So I suppose you want to make a report of that meeting to me?" That's skind of unlikely from Suoh, but Munakata can't think of anything else for the reason of his presence here.

-Nah, I wasn't even listening, Suoh says in a completely carefree tone.

Munakata's irritation grows at the irresponsible answer. He crosses his arms and says impatiently, "So what's the point of my being here?"

-Just wanted to see if you were okay.

-Pardon me?

-I wanted to be sure that you could stand on your feet.

That's a little surprising from Suoh, he isn't the type to care about things, after all. Or was he in that bad a shape yesterday? That would explain his state of today, at least.

Still, the concern doesn't excuse the time he's wasted to come here, so he complains, "Couldn't you have asked that by phone instead of making me come all the way here?"

-Wanted to see it for myself. You were pretty wasted last night.

Munakata really doesn't recall being in such a bad condition, so he furrows his brows a little, like someone who doesn't understand what his interlocutor means.

Suoh seems to notice, "Could it be that you don't remember?"

Munakata doesn't answer, so Suoh smirks and grabs him by an arm to pull him closer. He purrs against his ear, "Shall I refresh your memory?"

-I'll pass, thanks. Actually, I'd rather have as few memories of you as possible.

-Heh, says the guy who was eyeing me up under the shower earlier.

-Preposterous! I wasn't-

His protest is cut short by an involuntary moan as Suoh bites the shell of his ear.

-Suoh, I didn't come for this, Munakata scowls.

-You never come for this. But you always end doing it anyway when we meet.

Suoh pins him against the wall and starts licking and sucking at the same spot he's bitten earlier at the same time as he tries to get Munakata out of his jacket.

Munakata ponders about the pros and cons of relenting this time. First of all, he hates giving in anything to Suoh, and more importantly, they're at HOMRA's headquarter. If someone comes in and see them like this, it won't do any good to their reputation and credibility as Kings; and that would be troublesome, to say the least. On the other hand, there's the possibility that maybe he'll stop having these fantasies if does do the act with their very object. That's one of the few things the barbarian's really good at, anyway. Besides, Munakata can't leave HOMRA in this state. He hasn't been exactly insensitive to Suoh's ministrations, especially when Suoh grinds a thigh between Munakata's legs as he nips his ear.

-You're not resisting? Suoh asks, still smirking after successfully taking off the jacket.

-Don't make me change my mind, Munakata warns, annoyed.

Suoh breathes a laugh but says nothing more. He leaves Munakata's ear to nip at the side of his neck, one hand reaching down to Munakata's belt buckle. Munakata lets him and lifts his arms to let them hang on Suoh's shoulders. When Suoh's undone his belt, Munakata kicks his shoes and pants. He then grips Suoh's shoulders and pushes him away a little. There's a questioning look on Suoh's face, wondering if Munakata wants to stop but then Munakata removes his glasses and attacks Suoh's mouth. He bites hard at his lower lip and then licks it, asking for entrance. Entrance is granted and their tongues find each other immediately and start dancing inside their joined mouths as Munakata drags Suoh to the bed. Suoh willingly follows and Munakata's shirt and the towel around Suoh's waist get lost along the way.

Munakata then unceremoniously throws Suoh onto the bed and climbs to get on top of him, legs on either side of his hips. He leans down to nip at Suoh's neck and his hand reaches down to pump Suoh's half-hard cock. He hears Suoh groan and smirks, trailing his tongue from the base of Suoh's throat to his lips. He claims another heated kiss as his hand applies a lazy rhythm on Suoh's cock.

Suoh apparently doesn't intend to let Munakata have his way this time, because when the kiss breaks, he puts his hands on Munakata's hips and inverses their positions. Suoh is now on top of Munakata and he starts kissing and licking from his chest downward. He stops when his tongue reaches the hem of Munakata's boxers, and looks up at Munakata. Munakata is trying to look unaffected by the situation and maintains the eye contact with Suoh. A devilish grin then appears on Suoh's face and he kisses the tip of Munakata's clothed erection. Munakata's so taken aback that he can't repress the buck of his hips. Suoh's grin widens and when Munakata's about to say something, he can only moan when Suoh's taking the head of his cock in his mouth with the fabric still on the way. He sucks on it until it gets damp enough that the skin can be seen through it.

Munakata finally braces himself enough to tell Suoh to get on with it, so Suoh lets go of his cock, gives the tip a final lick and pulls at Munakata's boxers with his teeth. He then reaches for his bedside table to get the lube.

Suoh slicks his fingers and when he's about to insert a finger in Munakata, the latter says, "I guess there's no need for such preparation if you say that we've just done it yesterday."

-So eager, Suoh says smirking.

Suoh slicks his cock and turns Munakata over on his stomach. Before Munakata can protest about the position, Suoh sinks into him in one thrust. Munakata buries his face in the pillows to stifle his moans and Suoh grabs his hips to lift them for better access. He then leans forward to kiss Munakata's shoulder blades. His thrusts are painfully slow and with his hand, he caresses Munakata from his inner thigh up to his chest then downward. When his fingers reach Munakata's side, he presses on a spot that he knows Munakata's ticklish in. Munakata lets out a whimper and his knees do flinch but Suoh is holding him firmly.

Munakata lifts his face from the pillows and says, upset, "How many times will I have to tell you not to do this?"

Suoh laughs and gently kisses his neck, "Sorry, couldn't stop myself."

The apology lacks of sincerity but Munakata isn't able to say anything about it because suddenly, Suoh's thrusting harder and faster, each time hitting Munakata's prostate. Munakata's head falls back into the pillows and soon enough, he spills into the sheets. The clench of his muscles makes Suoh come too, but he doesn't stop his thrusts, continuing to move inside Munakata to ride out both their orgasms. When Suoh stops moving, they both collapse on the bed. They stay there for awhile, catching their breaths and eventually, Munakata asks, "Can I use your shower?"

-Sure, Suoh answers, sounding exhausted.


Munakata doesn't take long in the shower and when he gets out, Suoh remarks that he's fully clothed.

-You're not staying? He asks with a trace of hopefulness in his features but it is soon replaced with a suggestive smirk and he adds, "There's still plenty of time until morning."

Munakata shakes his head, "It's already suspicious enough to your men that I've stayed this long, so if I spend the night…"

There's no need to finish the sentence but Suoh still says, "I don't care about what they could think."

"I wish I could too," Munakata says with a bitter smile and he leaves the room.


Now excuse me I'm going to burry myself in a hole...

Seriously now, really thank you guys for reading this first work of mine. Personally, I had fun writing this series, hope you did enjoy it too!
I'm intending to write more about this pairing, of course, but it might take some time before I post anything at all. School is getting really hectic. I probably won't be able to write regularly anymore and I'd rather not run the risk of having to abruptly stop updating an ongoing story maybe for months. Hope you understand.

This said, lots of love to the Mikorei fandom! 3