Prompt: envy

Mature rating here! You've been warned!

Everything about him was annoying. Tailored black suit without a single crease, and sterling cuff links. A heavy watch that advertised the owner's fortune. Coiffed hair, shining under the golden lights of the bar. And worst of all, the overly familiar air he had around his companion. His fingers slid across the back of her chair, as he leaned in.

Kougami wanted to punch the smile off his face.

"If you stare hard enough, you might burn him to a crisp." Gino wryly said. They'd exchanged few words tonight, given their separate responsibilities. They had their roles to play, but it was increasingly difficult, given the target.

"I don't trust him."

"None of us do. But Tsunemori's the Inspector, so she has to lead the discussion." He walked on, green coat sailing behind him. "It's only one night."

One night, and it was excruciatingly tedious. He was here as a representative of the newly formed SAD, stuck in a charcoal suit and a blue-gray shirt that Akane had chosen for him. He tugged his tie loose, taking another pull of his cigarette. It quickly turned into a second when Akane tilted her head towards the government official, her expression mildly pleasant. She crossed her legs, vermillion skirt ruffling.

Homura's mouth curled upwards, free hand moving to rest on her knee.

A violent urge struck Kougami. A twist and flex, a snap of bone, and that would teach the rich boy a valuable lesson indeed.

"Thirty more seconds, and we're going to be introduced." Hanashiro strode over, in her sea green evening gown. "That's quite the sour face, Kougami."

"What else did she say?" The men in this hotel lobby might have been staring at his boss's plunging neckline, but he was focused on the left earring, the wireless connection to Akane.

"No other code words. But from the conversation so far, Homura seems interested. We'll have to think of a way to seal the deal. Now then, shall we?" She nodded.

With a sigh, he offered his arm and Hanashiro's light touch guided them over. They approached, and Akane's gaze flickered down to their point of contact, but she smoothly continued speaking to Homura. "These are my colleagues. Hanashiro Frederica and Kougami Shinya, of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

"Foreign Affairs." Homura echoed. His voice was effortlessly languid, as if nothing ever surprised him. "You truly do have friends in many places, Tsunemori Akane."

Kougami tensed, and Hanashiro's grip tightened in warning. He glanced aside, up to the second floor. The glare of a certain young Inspector was directed at him. Shimotsuki was silently ordering him not to act, not to mess this up. A flounce of her lavender tulle, and she was ready to march to the elevator, when Gino intercepted, hand on her arm. Then, they disappeared beyond sight. No help from them.

A rote script of conversation followed, Homura subtly probing and the women deflecting. Kougami remained silent throughout, gathering details for profiling. The tie was a Sybil-approved brand, but not a gift from a lover. The watch was a decade old, something treasured by an older male figure in his life. Overall, he was a man who enjoyed his elevated status; it hadn't been what he'd grown up with.

After a few minutes, Akane excused herself. "I'm going to the restroom."

Kougami put out his cigarette. He counted to three, and then, he muttered. "Gotta buy a fresh pack."

"There's a smoking lounge at the other end." Homura supplied, his smile irksome.

He was too happy to escape.

The low chair was decent, and he sank into the plush leather, not really tasting the tobacco. At least, the empty lounge had a good vantage point of the bathroom. He spotted Akane right away, and as if an invisible tether connected them, she pivoted.

Instead of returning to the bar, she headed in his direction, her heeled boots clicking against the tiled floor. She entered the shadowed room, fighting a smile. "You're sulking. What's the matter?"

He took her hand, frowning. "It's nothing you should worry about."

"Are you jealous?"

"Why the hell would I be jealous?" The words were sharp and vicious.

"It's just work. That's all it is. For politicians like him, they use and manipulate people every day. It doesn't mean more."

His touch moved up her bare arm, to her shoulder exposed by the sleeveless black turtleneck. "He wasn't looking at you like a donor or even as an Inspector. He wanted you."

Her eyes narrowed. "Do you think I'd be that easily swayed by fancy clothes and expensive cologne?" She drew close, her hands caging him in and knee pushing his legs apart. "I waited years for you, I've risked my life for yours. And you've done the same for me. How could anything else possibly compete with our time together?"

For a moment, the hotel melted away; nothing else was important under the weight of her challenge. He left the cigarette in the nearest ashtray, and grabbed her backside so she was firmly in his lap. As soon as she reached to deactivate her gold earring, he kissed her recklessly, grinding against her. He didn't care if anyone saw. He was frustrated and horny and not envious of smarmy bastards.

Akane's warm touch fell to his zipper, pressing on his erection and eliciting a groan out of him. "Well, you can't go back looking like this." The zipper descended, his cock jutting out. Already, the head was swollen and beading. Her lips lowered, her warm tongue lapping at him, and he reflexively spasmed, taking hold of the nape of her neck.

She was trying to be fast, but it wasn't enough. He pushed down, a little rougher than intended. "Come on." He huffed. "Akane."

A muffled noise from her, and the vibration felt amazing. He thrust into her mouth and that spurred her on, her fingers diving as far as they could into his pants. Incredible heat and pressure and the light scent of her perfume amidst tobacco smoke. Her eyes opened, locking with his just as she took him to the hilt.

He let go. Faintly, he registered her trying to get every drop, and his palm rested on her head. When he could see straight once more, she was wiping her mouth and tucking him back in. Her eyebrows lifted. "Still jealous?"

Hoarsely, he responded. "If you'll do that again, maybe a little."

"Kougami-san!" She shoved his chest and he seized the opportunity to pull her in.

"I was kidding. But I'm the only one who knows this." His fingers groped under her skirt, kneading and squeezing her inner thighs. He followed the dampness; sucking him off had really made her wet.

She eagerly rode his hand, biting the inside of her cheek when his thumb stroked her clit. One hand desperately clutched the fabric of her skirt, and the other raked his shirt, loosening buttons. She was past the point of fighting.

Kougami grinned. He didn't want to miss a moment of watching her redden and tremble and come on his fingers. Soft and drenched, she was a mess underneath her pretty outfit. All because of him, all for him. All his. Her thighs clamped around him, and he briskly pumped his fingers into her, drawing out the very last aftershock of her orgasm until she tugged at his hair to stop.

He took his time licking off her taste, while she dismounted and readjusted her skirt. She recovered her breath, her eyes glazed and dark. For good measure, he gave her another kiss, gentler this time. When they pulled away, she lingered for a second, inhaling slowly before turning around.

He watched her stagger, casually asking. "Need a hand?"

Oh, her expression was endearingly indignant. "No, I don't."

He let out a short laugh, feeling very accomplished.

They found the bar again, Hanashiro playfully chiding them for getting lost. Homura's gaze traveled between the two of them, from Kougami's mussed hair to Akane's uneven steps. And for the first time that night, the smile faltered. Then, the mask was fixed on again, and he continued talking, eyes cold as a snake's.

Kougami hid his smirk and remained behind Akane, pressing his elbow against her back in silent support. No, he didn't trust the other man. But he was confident Homura Shizuka didn't have a chance in hell.