—((TWO WARNINGS))— (1) For drunk sex again. (2) And there's consent, but it feels kinda dub-con because Tohru doesn't really explain what he's doing.
NOTES: Now that that's out of the way... We're going to get another new character—Yuudai's mysterious aide. Yeah. I've thought up nothing on this one yet. Just that he exists... But he's gonna be important; that's why I'm making him! Or her. Undecided...
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Chapter Eleven: Everybody Shut the Hell Up
(Ryoutarou)
In the parking lot, I pull the car to the front of the building. "We're really going to drive back with her?" I double-check, irritated. "Why'd you change your mind? Her damn aide's taking the train..."
"A reasonable question," Tohru nods placatingly. "I don't know her. I can't make a good decision without enough information," he levels.
I sigh. Makes sense.
I don't think I like cool-headed Tohru.
"I've got your back and you've got mine, right?" Tohru raises his eyebrows, mocking me.
"Right," I agree. "Okay..."
I unlock the doors and my mother pokes her head into the backseat.
"You're going to put your mother in the back of a police car?" she angrily questions, peering inside. "I was the chief of police for all of Tokyo..." She shakes her head derisively.
"I called shotgun," Tohru evenly replies, not turning around.
"You will never have a shotgun," my mother quips.
Fucking hell, I hate this already.
"One of you get us to the highway," I grumble.
Tohru pulls out his phone, but my mother "hnn"s and points me in the right direction first. I see Tohru put the sweatshirt back on and kick off his shoes again.
"Call Kanji," I tell him. "We're going to be later than I thought."
"Who's Kanji?" my mother asks.
"One of the brats," Tohru tells her.
I hear on of them sigh.
"What brats?"
"Your bratty grandson's bratty friends," Tohru plainly tells her, an edge to his voice.
My mother whacks the window. "You will not call him a brat, murderer!"
"I've been called worse, bitch," Tohru retorts. "That the only thing left in the clip?"
Her next comment is directed at me and punctuated with a whap behind my own head for each word. "This one's got a smart mouth, Ryou. Thought you liked quiet and pretty, not crazy and uppity."
I grit my teeth and reach over to unlock the glove compartment—Need my migraine medication...
I hear my mother gasp when Tohru's guns tumble into his lap. I groan, fishing for the bottle of pills.
"Wonder how these got in here?" he nervously laughs, sliding them into his pockets.
"Tohru get my medication," I order; head throbbing.
The two are quiet until he hands me a pill and an open bottle of water.
"Thanks," I say, handing the water back to Tohru. "And call Kanji. Have Nanako stay there tonight. I don't think we'll be back until at least midnight." I sigh. "See if he can get her a room at the inn, too."
He nods and turns away with the phone to his ear. "Hi," he starts, and then the conversation continues, with an overall decent vibe. That's good.
Can't pick him up soon enough...
When Tohru's off the phone, the demon in the backseat speaks again. "I'm still trying to wrap my head around the apparent fact that my only son is a homosexual now."
I grip the wheel, wishing I could rip it off the car and let the thing take all three of us off a cliff.
"He's Tohru-sexual. Know your terms," Tohru arrogantly jeers like a smartass. That's not going to help things.
I also don't like that he's smiling. As though he's enjoying this demented exchange.
"That's not a real thing," my mother gibes. "I'm not that behind. And you have a woman's name so who the hell knows anything these days..."
"And yours is a man's name. Got anything else I've heard a million times already?" Tohru taunts. "I can do this the whole ride home—To our home. Where you won't be going."
"Please don't..." I uselessly plead.
"Hnn," I hear. "If not for almost killing my family, I might like this one better."
...and with that, I can practically hear Tohru signing the job offer...
It continues much like that until we stop for Kanji.
"Ojisan!" he happily greets me, opening the door to the backseat. I see him back up a little when two sets of eyes glare at him. "Uhh," he scratches the back of his neck.
"In or out, kid," my mother barks. Tohru snickers.
"You must be Dojima-sama," Kanji politely tries, ducking his head to take a seat. "I'm Tatsumi Kanji, Yuu's friend."
"I know," she curtly replies.
I pull away and see Kanji nod from the mirror. "Oh, okay."
"Why are you with these losers?" she interrogates him.
"H-huh?" Kanji balks. "'Scuse me, Ma'am?"
"You heard her," Tohru replies, ganging up on my friend—Apparently 'In-Control Tohru' rolls with the punches.
Super!
Kanji looks like a deer in the headlights. "I'm also friends with the ojisan," Kanji manages.
Tohru turns around in his seat again. "He's definitely not my friend," he confides in my mother, throwing Kanji under the bus by himself.
"W-wha—?" Kanji stupidly intones.
"This one seems polite but dumb," she agrees.
The kid looks like a kicked puppy. "O-ojisan?" he asks me.
"Kanji," I groan. "Maybe you and I should take the train."
"If you abandon the convict, I'm turning him over at the nearest station," my mother informs me. "I'll say he escaped."
"Ex-convict," Tohru amiably corrects. "I'm being rehabilitated. And if take your job," he says, brandishing the folder. "You promised a renegotiation."
"I'm a hard sell."
"You're both stubborn assholes," I mutter.
Kanji's put in his earphones and is ignoring the others. He meets my eyes, shaking his head helplessly.
I pull out my cigarettes and Tohru takes the box from me. I sigh for the umpteenth time, knowing he's going to put on a show.
Tohru puts it in his own mouth to light it and smokes like earlier before passing it to me. Then he tucks the pack back into my pocket and pats it, all smiles.
"Queers," a huffy voice scoffs from the backseat.
I see Kanji's eyes go wide and his mouth drop open.
"What?" my mother inquires. "It isn't as though I called them 'fags'."
"Holy shit!" Kanji gawks.
"What?" he's asked. "You too?"
He shakes his head, bewildered.
#
"You're still acting off," I state as I shut the engine. Tohru and I sit in the garage for a few minutes in silence, and he seems strangely comfortable just letting everything be.
"What's going on?" I ask.
"I snapped earlier. I've got all this extra energy," he gestures with his hands in the air. "But I'm calm and focused. It happens sometimes."
I frown. "It's never happened around me."
"Yes it has," Tohru replies without missing a beat. "It happened once when you were drunk. You didn't notice."
"Nn," I exhale. "That sounds like a damn good idea."
"Don't you have work tomorrow?" he queries, sounding unhappy.
I nod. "I'm going in late." I open the door and exit the car, tired but more settled than this morning. "You coming in?" I ask, sending off a text to Sakamoto.
"Yeah," he replies, getting out as well.
He still looks ridiculous in that sweatshirt paired with business casual. Plus it's fucking huge.
I sigh and stalk into the house. I kick off my shoes; take off my jacket and gun. I carelessly toss them onto the dining room table—Nanako's not coming home anyhow.
In which case—
I throw my shirt and pants in a heap on floor and take a six-pack out of the fridge. I set the drinks on the low table, then collapse on the tatami mats. I crack open the first and down the whole can.
"Not gonna eat?" Tohru questions, settling in on the couch.
I roll my eyes. "Does it look like I'm going to eat?"
He chuffs and watches as I drink a second beer. "Are you going to sleep down here?"
I groan, remembering I hung everything in the yard this morning. "I'm not taking it all in. It's pitch black outside and heavy and I don't feel like it." I crush the second can and toss it to the floor.
That sounded awfully whiny.
I exhale, opening another.
"Tohru, just go sleep on yours if you want. I'm spent."
"You're throwing a tantrum," he flatly tells me.
"You angry?" I quip.
Tohru grumbles something and slides over so he's sitting behind me. He yanks me so I'm leaning back between his legs, and I spill my drink a little.
"Shit—" I curse.
"Just stop," Tohru tiredly orders. He pulls the can from my hand and drinks the rest himself.
I lean back and look up at him. "Why're you mad?" I spit. "You're gonna get a job and you'll be free."
He tosses the can to the floor and I grab two more off the table, handing him one.
"You're clearly not happy with the opportunity," Tohru remarks. He raises his eyebrows, watching me.
"I want it to be just us," I quietly admit. "I don't want those other people in my life again. You'd be working with my mother's team, and I'm sure more of them will pop up. I don't like it." I shake my head and moan.
I sip my drink more slowly, jolting when I feel Tohru press his icy can against the back of my neck. "That's cold, jackass."
"I know," he replies, cracking a smile. "Do you know that you sound like me?"
"Huh?" I intone.
"You sound jealous."
"No..." I weakly protest. He taps the can on me again, and I yank it away from him. "I'll have yours if you're going to be a jerk—"
"Lighten up," Tohru sighs. "I'm just teasing."
We're silent for a time while I finish everything. "Go git me more," I tell Tohru.
"You're drunk enough," he sourly replies, nudging me with his leg. "You can only have it if you get it yourself."
"I can get't myself..."
I stand, pushing up off Tohru's knees. I'm admittedly a little unsteady, but I catch my balance and step forward. I hear Tohru sigh again, and then he wraps his arms around me, pulling me so I topple backwards onto him.
"C'mon—Don't," he chides. "You had enough."
I groan but don't try to get back up. "Can't sit still."
I feel Tohru breathe deeply a few times. He squeezes me to him and sighs.
"Why're'yu so..."
He laughs and buries his head in my neck. "I'm not going to be able to sleep. Too worked up from all the stress."
"Really?" I ask. "Then lemme..." I trail off, trying to turn myself around.
The asshole makes it as difficult as possible, acting like it's an accident—Squirming and moving his legs wrong and pretending like he's helping when he's really pushing me back down.
When I'm finally sitting next to him, glaring, I can see a smug look on his face. "Sure you're not drunk?"
"Not e'nuff." I roll my eyes and pull Tohru to lean on me. "I wish you'd say 'no' and have a reg'lar job."
He shrugs. "I haven't even looked at it yet."
"You can already come'n'go as you please," I try. "If you wanna go somewhere else we'll figure it out—Jus' say th'word."
"No," Tohru shakes his head. "That's not it—Why do you keep thinking that's what this is?" He groans and stares hard at me.
"B'cause..." I trail off, not wanting to finish the sentence. I sigh and keep going. "I thought you were takin' off for good today, kay?" I turn away from him, knowing I must look like I'm worried.
I should just admit it...
"I was a'fraid."
Tohru's staring at me. I can feel his gaze even though I'm looking away.
"When you're like this, you make it too easy for me," is all he says before he leans over and digs his teeth into my shoulder. "You're mine. I'm not leaving you." When I look over, his eyes are smoldering.
I recognize that my brain's been rewired to think his biting equals sex, but I don't care right now.
But it is weird though, right?
I turn, leaning my weight on Tohru and pushing him down on the couch. He bucks up to grind against me, hissing as I tug at his clothes.
Tohru groans when I lick his ear and graze skin with teeth, but it's nothing like the way he does it. He writhes and I give the same treatment to his neck and chest. He doesn't protest when I keep heading lower.
I certainly don't expect what he says next—
"Do it."
"Huh?" I question, pulling away.
He leans back on his elbows. "Yeah. Do it."
"You'okay wi'that?" I ask—He usually isn't.
"Yes," he nods.
"Alright," I comply, licking the inside of his thigh.
Tohru groans and I hear him dig his fingers into the couch. I search for his hand, moving it to rest it on my head while I keep working him.
"Ff—nmn—" is all he can get out. I'd laugh if I could right now.
When I finally sit back up, he's all flushed. "Hnn?" I ask, and I know I'm leering, but he only grins back.
"I'll show you something, too," Tohru tells me after he catches his breath. He easily pushes my backwards, sliding off my boxers. "You trust me?"
I nod.
"You better~" he jeers, sounding a little more like normal.
Tohru seats himself on my chest, facing away. When he starts to touch me, I realize he's holding me still. I can't push him off or get enough leverage to sit back up.
"What're you—" I mumble. I rub his back and try pulling him closer, but Tohru swats me away, positioning one leg over my dominant arm.
How long has he been so much stronger than me?
"Just wait," he instructs.
For what...?
After a few minutes I can tell I'm getting close, and this seems awfully anticlimactic—
When I start moving involuntarily, Tohru slows down. "Ah—Wh—" I splutter, desperately grabbing at him.
"Slow down," he tells me.
I try, but…
I guess I don't stop enough, because he pinches me at the base.
"Oww—Fuck—Toh—Wha—" I try speaking again.
"Trust me," he orders and there isn't much else I can do. My head's buzzing from the beer and his touch and this sucks.
"You not gonna let—" I start, but then he's moving again, leaning down to use his mouth. "Damm—"
He sits back up when I'm close again. "Wha'the fuck—"
This is torture!
"Why—"
"One more time," Tohru tells me, rubbing my leg before pinching me again.
"Oww—" I growl. "Fuck!"
I feel so completely stopped up—
It hurts!
"Can'take i—" I grit, but he interrupts me.
"Okay, go," Tohru says, sliding foreword. He yanks me so I land on top of him and fuck I still don't get the point of all that but—
"Hurry up," Tohru demands, pushing my back on my knees. "C'mon," he insists. "Or it'll be for nothing..."
I shake my head to try and clear it while he leans against me. I still feel uncomfortable—
Like I'm going to explode—
But also numb.
"Wanna see you," I groan, pushing him to turn over.
"Legs—" he yells, shoving them in my face. I hook one over my shoulder and pull the other out to the side so I can angle better.
And then I think I get it. Takes a minute for me to feel anything again, but when I do, it's so, so intense.
"Shit!" he yells before letting out a loud moan—
Glad we didn't open the damn windows...
Tohru arches up against me, finishing hard. I try to ease up, but it's difficult after all that from before.
I get less frantic, but Tohru makes an annoyed noise and forces me down to him so he can nip my collarbone. "Go on," he breathes. "I can still—" he reaches for himself and I feel reassured knowing he's not completely done.
When were both spent, I collapse on top of him. Tohru laughs and wraps his arms around me.
"Let's go wash up," he says, shaking me.
"S'like four am," I complain. "Go by yourself."
"No."
"Okay," I halfheartedly poke him. "Can you wait till morning?"
"You're just gonna sleep like this?" Tohru questions.
"Nn."
I feel Tohru sigh. "Lemme up."
"Oh," I reply, but roll to the side. "You'll co'back?" I mumble.
"Yeah."
It's quiet as I hear him pad into the downstairs bathroom. I think I drift off, but jolt back awake when he loudly walks into the room again. My eyes feel heavy, but I watch as he slides back into his pants and grabs a blanket from behind the couch.
Tohru sits and I scoot to lie on him again. He sighs and throws the blanket over me.
"What's the plan?" Tohru quietly asks, running his fingers through my hair.
"See if we get contacted, or you make your decision." We're quiet for a minute, and it's nice laying here...
"I know you're going to take it, Tohru." I open my eyes to look at him, and see that he's studying me, too. "You do what you have to."
He pats my head and nods.
"Make sure you live without regrets," I mumble.
"I don't want to be the one to hold you back."
I'm unsure if I said that in my head or not...
I'm falling asleep again.
Re-Edited 8/6/17
