Author's note: A bit of sex, a bit of fluff, no angst.

This was a scene from my long story Careful Now. I'm reposting it here because it was one of my absolute favourite scenes to write. It's also here because I wanted a light-hearted buffer between two serious stories: the previous one about Doumeki being an undercover cop, and the next one which is an Omegaverse AU that I'm really excited to be posting soon. Look out for that one in the coming day or so!

Meanwhile, hope you enjoy Yashiro and Doumeki having phone sex! Xx

Setting: Hotel room in Taipei, Taiwan

Cast: Yashiro (tired, bored, slightly sexually frustrated)

Train of thought: Mob meeting; wondering who tried to off him last week; sex with Doumeki; sex with seven Doumeki's

He loosened his tie and fell on the bed with a huff, shoes still on. It was an overcast evening so sunset didn't make much of an impression over the Taipei skyline.

He would have loved cloaks, chants and virgin sacrifices.* Instead it had been meeting after meeting after brown-nosing after schmoozing after drinking after bar after strip club. True, it was his first time understanding the extent of mob connections. The truly global nature of their particular industry. And he rather enjoyed Misumi shoving him into the limelight like a proud father. But everything else was a drag. Insurance salesmen at a conference. The only thing missing was name tags.

Misumi pulled him aside at one stage to tell him that Amou was trying to get to the bottom of the shoot-out the previous week.

'Thank him for me,' Yashiro said. 'Although, between you and me, I always thought he was a bit shady. I bet he's the mastermind behind all these kill-Yashiro plots.'

'He's on speakerphone and just heard you.'

'Hello, Yashiro.'

'Hey, Amou! I'm onto you.'

'Okay.'

The hotel room and its view were quite nice. The bed was huge. It reminded Yashiro of a wedding cake. He felt his body sink slowly into the depths of the cloud-like quilt. There was a complimentary chardonnay and glass sitting on the sideboard. All that was missing was a good, thick cock and a nice hard body attached to it. Maybe even a pair of intent slanted eyes over a solid jaw. Wide shoulders. Hands like dinner plates.

Closing his eyes, he recalled all the burning, searing, throbbing details of their single bout of sex-having.* What a bout it had been.

He wondered how Doumeki would react if he told him it was the best sex he'd had. That he could remember. In recent memory, at the very least. Even with all those disclaimers, the poor boy's head would explode.

Yashiro propped his chin on his hand to consider the trophy more carefully. Okay, the best sex he'd had, in recent memory, with one person. It's not fair, after all, to put Doumeki up against three cocks working simultaneously. Or seven. You just can't beat math.

He suddenly imagined three Doumeki's. Seven Doumeki's. All trying to break him, all frustrated and trying to beat each other to him.

And with that image, he was at full mast. He reached for his phone.

It only took one ring.

'Boss?'

'What the… did you tape your phone to your forehead or something?'

'No.'

'Never mind. Get your cock out.'

'What?'

'The thing in your pants. Take it out. Now.'

'I'm at the grocery store.'

'Even better.'

A pause. Yashiro sighed and took pity on him.

'How far away is your place?'

'I drove.'

'Oh, good. Get in the car.'

Footsteps, a car door opening and closing. Yashiro took the opportunity to light a cigarette and unbuckle his belt to release his hard-on; an impressive sequence for a one-handed man on the phone, he thought.

'I'm in the car.'

'Is it secluded enough where you are?'

'It's… not too bad.'

'Take your cock out.'

Metallic clinks, a zipper. 'Okay.'

'Is it hard yet?'

'Not really.'

'Picture me sucking it.'

'Okay.'

'Start stroking.'

A short silence while Yashiro did the same. He placed his cigarette in the ashtray, put the phone on speaker, lay back and moved his hand over his dick at a measured pace, squeezing hard at the top, just enough to hurt.

'Your cock's in my mouth. And I'm jerking myself off. You taste good.'

He heard Doumeki breathe out slowly. He smiled to himself.

'Ever done this before?'

'Done what?'

'Phone sex.'

There was another silence. A thought occurred to Yashiro and he held back a laugh.

'You do know this is phone sex, right?'

'I… it was… I'm just doing what Boss wanted me to.'

Yashiro chuckled softly. 'Jesus, Doumeki.'

A slight grunt. Doumeki seemed to be getting more worked up on his end.

'Hard now, right?'

'Boss?'

'Yeah?'

'Can you… can you say my name again?'

A slow smile crossed Yashiro's face. He sat up, hand still on his cock.

'Doumeki.'

Another low grunt.

'I'm getting up. Turning around. My ass is bare. I'm pulling my cheeks apart.'

Doumeki's breathing was ragged now.

'What are you going to do?' Yashiro prompted.

'I'm… putting it in.'

Yashiro clicked his tongue in frustration. 'What is this, soft core porn? Try again.'

'I'm… fucking you, Boss. I'm fucking you.'

And we're up and running. Yashiro sped up his pace, his own breathing coming out in bursts.

'How does my ass feel?'

'Really good.'

'That's it?'

'Hot. Almost too hot.'

An unexpected flare of excitement. 'Fuck. Is there blood?'

'Uh… no?'

'What?'

'I mean, yes. You're… there's blood.'

'That's because you're so damn big, stupid.' Yashiro closed his eyes and let his head fall back on the bed again, his cock leaking precum at the memory of being torn open by Doumeki.* 'When did you get so big, anyway?'

'I don't know.'

'Shut up.'

'Okay.'

'Bite something.'

'What?'

'Bite me somewhere.'

'I'm biting your… ear.'

'Ear? Okay. How?'

Sitting in his tiny Subaru a little ways in front of the grocery store, his phone in one hand and his cock in the other, Doumeki Chikara suddenly saw it all vividly. In that moment, of all moments. He slipped into the fantasy, a world that was hazy around the edges but bright and clear in the middle, where he was really fucking Yashiro on all fours. He followed his instincts.

'On the lobe. I pull at it really hard with my teeth. It tears a bit. It's bleeding there too.'

Yashiro clenched his teeth, pleasantly surprised. 'Shit.'

'And I'm biting your neck. Leaving marks. Deep ones.'

'There's another you,' Yashiro panted.

'Another me?'

'Yeah, a second Doumeki. In front of me. That's you as well. Shove your cock in my mouth.'

'Okay.'

'Can you feel your cock in my mouth and ass?'

It was a metaphysical struggle but Doumeki managed to do it.

'Yes.'

'How is it?'

'Good. Boss always feels good.'

'Do something with your hands. Both of you. Twist my nipples or something.'

'I've got my hands in your hair,' Doumeki said immediately. 'It's soft.'

This guy and my hair…

'I'm pulling it so I can fuck your throat better.'

There we go.

'And I'm… the other me… is also pulling it from behind.'

Yashiro squirmed. 'I'm close.'

Doumeki grunted in agreement. Their hands were flying over their cocks, their minds full of the same picture.

'Come inside me, Doumeki.'

'Yes, Boss.'

In a few more strokes, Yashiro gasped and came. He heard Doumeki growl softly over the line.

There was heavy breathing on the airwaves for a while afterwards. Yashiro floated in a white haze on his white cloud of a bed. What... what was this? he wondered vaguely.

'Did you come?' he asked.

'Yes,' Doumeki replied between pants.

'Taste it.'

Doumeki hesitated. He lifted his fingers to his lips.

'How does it taste?'

'Weird. Bitter.'

'Kind of like mine?'

'Yours was better.'

Yashiro laughed. He wiped his hand with a tissue, brought the phone in close again and took it off speakerphone.

'Such good manners. Your mother taught you well.'

There was a long, satisfied silence.

'Boss?'

'Hmm?'

Are you okay what did you eat where are you going tomorrow who did you see today are you safe?

'When are you coming back?'

'Don't know.' Yashiro yawned. 'When Misumi says to. Why, do you miss me already?'

'Yes.'

Yashiro's heart skipped a beat. Just one.

'Idiot. Keep something to yourself.'

'Sorry.'

Silence fell again. It settled between and around them comfortably. Yashiro felt his eyelids get heavier. He had to remember to take his shoes off. If Doumeki were here, he'd do it for him.

'Doumeki.'

'Yes, Boss?'

But he'd fallen asleep.

Doumeki didn't hang up. He drove home slowly, the phone wedged between his face and shoulder.

*All the asterisks are references to things that happened in my main story. If anyone's interested in what happened leading up to this scene, and all the stuff that happens after, head to Careful Now - would love to see you there! :)

Speaking of Careful Now, one of my amazing readers Silu-chan is in the middle of writing up the French translation of that story on fanfictionnet, if anyone is a native French speaker, or knows anyone who would prefer the French version! Btw, French Yashiro is a sight to behold! Being French suits him so well - his words and his mannerisms and just everything. Reading Silu-chan's translation even makes me wish that Yashiro's mysterious biological father had been French - it would explain the blonde hair too! *headcanon rolls off in various directions haha!