It was a slow night at the bar and Tadashi was covering for the bartender while he took his smoke break. He was making small talk with the few customers sitting at the bar as he cleaned and organized the bar back. He was crouched under the sink when he heard someone take a seat at the bar.
"Hello, how are you?" Tadashi asked, standing back up. He looked at the new customer, furrowing his brows. "Hey, you-"
"You're that busboy from a few weeks ago," the customer finished. Tadashi recognized him as the guy who had threatened him after the slipping accident. The same one who backed off once he saw Hiro.
"Uh, yeah," Tadashi replied. "Anyway, can I get you something to drink?"
"Jack and Coke on the rocks."
Tadashi began to make the drink, feeling a little nervous because the man was staring at him the whole time. He placed a coaster on the bar and set the drink on top, sliding it in front of the customer.
"Can I get you anything else?"
"No… thanks."
The man took a sip of his drink and Tadashi turned to go back to work.
"Hey." Tadashi stopped and returned to his spot in front of the man. "How do you know that guy?"
"Who?" Tadashi asked.
"I don't know his name," the man said. "The flashy guy with long hair."
"Oh, that's Hiro. He's a regular here whenever he's in town."
"You know what he does, right?"
"No," Tadashi responded. "It's not really any of my busi-"
"He's a hitman."
Tadashi was caught off guard by the man's statement. He wasn't sure how to respond. He laughed a few times, quickly stopping when the customer didn't join in.
"T-That… I don't…" Tadashi stuttered.
"He's one of the best hitmen in the world," the man continued as he swirled his drink. "My friend's old boss in New York hired him to kill his wife for $30,000. There was never a case opened because all of the evidence that was found made it look like an accidental suicide."
"I…" was all Tadashi could manage. He was still trying to process everything, wondering if he should even believe this guy. Hiro wasn't exactly up front with whatever his job was, and it wasn't really any of Tadashi's business anyway.
But still…
"Just be careful," the man said after finishing his drink. "I can't imagine that a man who kills for money would be too great of a person."
"Yeah…" Tadashi quietly sighed.
The customer stood up and held a few dollars out for Tadashi. "Thanks for the drink."
"Are you sure I can't get you anything else?" Tadashi asked, both because he's required to and because he remembered how drunk he was the last time he saw him.
"Nah. I don't really want to risk running into that guy again."
Tadashi nodded, taking the payment as he said, "Have a good evening."
He hung his head after the man left, lost in his thoughts. He had made plans with Hiro to meet at his apartment after he got off work. But now…
"Tadashi, hey!" He was snapped out of his thoughts by the bartender patting his shoulder. "Thanks for covering for me, man."
"Oh, sure… no problem." Tadashi gathered the dirty glasses from behind the bar and headed through the swinging doors to the back of house. His manager walked past him, stopping when he noticed Tadashi's gloomy expression.
"Whoa, you okay?"
Tadashi placed the glasses in the sink, reaching to turn on the faucet before dropping his hand and sighing.
"Sir, would you mind if I left early? I'm not feeling that well."
"Yeah, you're not looking so hot," the manager said. "Go ahead."
"Thanks." Tadashi removed his work apron and hung it on a hook by the back door. He grabbed his phone and keys from the employee's shelf and headed out into the cool night. He powered his phone back on, walking down the sidewalk as he waited for any new messages to pop up. After a few seconds of nothing showing up, he pocketed the phone.
Tadashi decided that he didn't really feel like confronting Hiro about something this serious… at least not tonight. He turned to walk in the direction of his own apartment, pocketing his hands and staring at the pavement the rest of his way home.
"I've missed you the past few days," Hiro said, offering Tadashi a bottled water.
"Yeah…" Tadashi muttered. He uncapped the water and took a sip. "Wasn't feeling too great. So you're all healed up now?"
"Yep." Hiro demonstrated by stretching his arm out and rotating it at the shoulder. "Just like new."
"Right," Tadashi said. He followed Hiro to the balcony, taking in the view of the city as Hiro plopped down onto a cushioned chair.
"You could've called."
"Huh?" Tadashi looked at Hiro, processing what he had said. "Oh, yeah. Sorry."
Hiro furrowed his brows and placed his glass of whiskey on the small patio table. He got up from his chair and stood next to Tadashi, leaning on the rail as he stared at him.
"You didn't want to call me, did you?" Hiro asked quietly.
Tadashi turned his eyes back to the city's skyline, remaining silent as he felt Hiro's eyes burning into him.
"What's wrong? And don't say 'nothing,' Tadashi; I'm not stupid."
Tadashi caught sight of Hiro's intense gaze on him and immediately felt his heart drop into his stomach. It had been a while since he'd seen Hiro look intimidating, but damn, was he good at it.
"Hiro…" Tadashi began. "What is your job?"
Hiro raised an eyebrow. "Why do you ask?"
"After everything we've done… After seeing you so seriously injured because of your work… I feel like I should know."
"I don't think it's any of your business," Hiro snapped.
"Are you serious?" Tadashi argued. "You expect the guy you're having casual sex with to not be concerned when you disappear for weeks and come back with a bullet wound? Do you actually expect me to go on wondering how the hell you can afford this apartment without a regular job?"
"How do you know I don't have a regular job?" Hiro spat, pushing off the balcony rail and crossing his arms over his chest. "You don't know me, Tadashi, and I don't see any reason for that to change."
Tadashi glared at Hiro, who didn't budge from his threatening stance. "I guess you're right…" he muttered, turning to head back inside. "Why should I get to know someone who is working so hard to get himself killed?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Hiro shouted, storming after Tadashi.
"You kill people, don't you?" Tadashi turned around, abruptly halting Hiro within inches of his face. He lowered his voice. "You're a hitman."
A cold silence fell over them. Hiro narrowed his eyes, not backing down as he glared at Tadashi.
"And what if I am?" Hiro asked with a smirk.
Tadashi stepped back, his expression unchanged. Hiro looked almost like he was proud of himself. Either that or he was bluffing to see what Tadashi's reaction would be.
"Then I'd feel sorry for you," Tadashi muttered. "I don't want to care about someone who doesn't even care about himself."
Hiro's face fell instantly. He clearly wasn't expecting such an answer and seemed to be unsure of how to respond. Tadashi placed his half-empty water bottle in Hiro's hand.
"It was nice meeting you, Hiro," Tadashi said. With that, he shrugged on his jacket and walked out of Hiro's apartment, quietly shutting the door behind him.
It had been a week since he'd last seen Hiro, and Tadashi was working as many shifts as possible to keep his mind off of their argument. He would work until three or four in the morning and go home to sleep until it was time to go back to work. His coworkers took notice of his depression, often checking to see if he was alright.
"I'm fine," Tadashi would answer while flashing a convincing smile. "No worries."
He wasn't even sure why he felt so depressed. Hiro had said at the beginning that he only wanted him for sex. It was Tadashi who started having feelings for Hiro. He felt sorry for him at first and wanted to try to be his friend. After spending more time with him, he noticed that Hiro had begun to show a different side of himself; a more caring and sensitive side. Tadashi truly started to care about Hiro.
But if Hiro didn't even care about himself, Tadashi's feelings meant nothing.
"I'm taking out the garbage!" Tadashi shouted to no one in particular. He kicked open the back door and pushed the large cart full of trash bags outside. Tadashi pulled the cart behind him as he approached the dumpsters. He threw open the dumpster lids and began the process of swinging one heavy bag of trash at a time up and over the dumpster's edge.
"Need any help?"
Tadashi stopped the trash bag mid-swing to look back toward the voice. The shadowed figure walked into the light from the streetlamp near the dumpsters. Tadashi narrowed his eyes before turning his attention back to throwing trash bags.
"What do you want?" Tadashi muttered. Hiro took a step closer to the trash cart, hands in his pockets as he guiltily looked at the asphalt.
"I want to apologize," Hiro replied. Tadashi glanced at Hiro, realizing his sincerity. He wiped his hands on his apron as he checked the bar's back door. He looked back at Hiro and folded his arms over his chest.
"Alright then, go ahead."
Hiro took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, glancing up at Tadashi.
"I'm sorry, Tadashi, for acting like an ass. I just… I never thought anyone would ever care about me because of what I do. I thought if anyone knew what I did, they would leave me, or…" Hiro trailed off, a faint blush grazing his cheeks. "But you… even after…"
"I don't care what you do, Hiro," Tadashi sighed. "It's your life and your decision. But when your work causes you to drink and sleep around and act careless… it sounds like you just don't care anymore."
"I didn't care anymore… I hated myself and what I was doing…" Hiro mumbled. He paused, a small smile growing on his face. "And then I met you."
Tadashi ran a hand through his hair as he looked away from Hiro, trying to hide his blush.
"I'm no longer accepting work as a hitman," Hiro announced, kicking a few rocks that were sitting near his feet. "I know I hurt you and I'll understand if you don't want to see me anymore… But I wanted to thank you for-"
Tadashi cut off Hiro by claiming his lips in a deep kiss. Hiro wrapped his arms tightly around Tadashi's neck, trembling slightly at the amount of strength he was exerting. Tadashi placed his hands on either side of Hiro's face, pulling away to gaze into his teary eyes.
"Don't say stupid things," Tadashi muttered. "I care about you, Hiro. I care about you a lot..."
The tears in Hiro's eyes began to fall down his cheeks, clenching his eyes shut as he quietly sobbed. He buried his face in Tadashi's shirt, his quivers slowly diminishing as Tadashi held him close. Hiro took several deep breaths to calm himself down before leaning back to see Tadashi's face.
"I care about you, too, Tadashi…" Hiro whispered, unable to stop smiling. "I'm so s-sorry for saying hurtful things to you. I was scared of getting too close in case you decided to leave after you found out… I didn't…"
"Hiro," Tadashi interrupted, wiping tears off Hiro's cheek with his thumb. "Go home, okay? I'll come see you after I get off work."
Hiro took a step away from Tadashi and nodded, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. "Okay."
Tadashi pinned Hiro against the wall as soon as he saw him open the door. He kicked the front door closed as he held Hiro's face, kissing him intensely. Hiro moaned against his lips. Tadashi darted his hand down Hiro's pants and gripped his hard cock without hesitation.
"A-Ah!" Hiro gasped, arching his back off the wall against Tadashi's touch.
"Hush," Tadashi hissed between kisses. He unzipped Hiro's pants and let them fall to his ankles. Tadashi stroked Hiro's cock to cover his fingertips with precome, using that wetness to help prepare Hiro's entrance. He slid one finger inside, twisting and turning it against the muscles.
"'Dashi…"
"Hush," Tadashi repeated. He felt Hiro shudder as he added a second finger. His cock twitched as he trailed kisses down Hiro's neck. Hiro's breathing was ragged as he tried to stay quiet.
"Mn…"
Tadashi nipped Hiro's neck as he stuck a third finger inside him, causing Hiro to gasp.
"Can't wait," Tadashi mumbled. He unbuckled his own pants and pushed them down enough to free his eager erection. He gave a last kiss to Hiro's lips before forcefully turning him around, his chest now pressed against the wall.
Tadashi nudged Hiro's entrance with the head of his cock, teasing him by pushing inside slightly and then pulling back out. Hiro whimpered, sticking his ass out as he dug his nails into the wall.
"Please."
Tadashi chuckled low in his throat, brushing his lips against Hiro's ear. "Since you asked so nicely…" Tadashi whispered before thrusting all of his throbbing cock inside Hiro.
Hiro cried out, clenching his fists against the wall. His own cock bounced with each thrust Tadashi did, sending shivers up his spine. Tadashi placed his hands over Hiro's on the wall, interlocking their fingers when Hiro opened his fists. Tadashi grunted as he was repeatedly sucked back into Hiro, slick heat surrounding his cock.
"Tadashi…" Hiro moaned, turning his head to look over his shoulder with a lidded gaze. Tadashi kissed him passionately, sliding his tongue along Hiro's and moaning. He pulled away from Hiro with a gasp.
"Gonna come…" Tadashi mumbled. He took a hand from the wall and used it to stroke Hiro's dripping erection. "Come with me, Hiro…"
"Ahn, Ta…" Hiro felt his orgasm building, whimpering as he shut his eyes tightly.
"Hiro…" Tadashi whispered in his ear. Hiro bit his lip to stifle a cry as he came. Tadashi could feel Hiro's orgasm against his cock which triggered his own. He panted in Hiro's ear as he slowed his thrusts. Tadashi trailed light kisses along Hiro's neck, to his shoulder, to his flushed cheek. Hiro slumped against the wall, trying to regulate his breathing.
"Feels good, you inside me…" Hiro said before exhaling heavily, grinning when Tadashi blushed a deeper pink.
"Stupid," Tadashi muttered. He gripped Hiro's hips and pushed his already half-hard cock further inside him. "I can't control myself when you say things like that."
"Fine by me," Hiro replied. He let Tadashi slide out when he stepped away from the wall. Hiro grasped Tadashi's slick cock, feeling it get harder in his palm and Tadashi groaned. "But let's move to the bedroom."
Tadashi lifted his hand to Hiro's head and removed the elastic holding his ponytail. Hiro's longer hair fell down, sticking to the sweat on his neck and forehead. Tadashi brushed the hair away from Hiro's eyes and smiled. "Sounds good."
