Warning: Language/ depictions of violence/ sexual themes
Chapter Two: Selfish pt. 2
He'd been there.
Goddamnit, the sexy bastard had been there amongst the trappings of the young and the lost, his placid gaze seemingly at odds with his surroundings. I couldn't help but engage him visually and being the little shit I am I upped the ante. It was a thrill to hold his absolute focus, a fucking delight to see his topaz eyes narrowing in interest. Of course, I wasn't just satisfied to snatch his attention; I wanted to explore further, to test his limits. I wanted to chip away at the perceived cool, unflappable exterior he exuded. Nothing excited me more than an experiment and this sexy fucker was more than enough of challenge. I would relish shattering the façade, prying and prodding until he had no choice but to lie exposed for me, waiting, desiring…Giving his last just to hang on my very word.
It's what I did, what I was good at. I pushed the envelope, gleefully danced the treacherously thin line between provocation and pacifism and all to my benefit. It's gotten me into more than my fair share of sticky situations but I could no more deny that part of me than my devotion to those who mattered to me. I was a genius at this shit, reading the situation and using it to my benefit and usually to the other party's detriment. All for kicks, for the absolute joy of just knowing I could. Naturally, I wasn't well liked but, really, I couldn't care less. If you weren't a part of my inner circle, fuck you and your judgements.
That's just how it was.
I can't lie though, the first time I met him, I was willing to tone it down. It was on a night much like this one at this very club. I'd just been transferred from Sendai and decided that I'd take in the Tokyo night life, testing the waters in a bevy of clubs before settling for Lotus. I wasn't looking for anything in particular; just getting a feel for the territory but our meeting…it couldn't have been more perfectly timed. I'd been chatting up some nameless girl that I'd honed in with the thoughts of fucking her when it happened. He'd bumped into my back, quickly offering his apologies. When I turned to face him, I'd been rendered mute, staring dumbly into his smiling eyes, instantly hypnotized. He'd extended his hand and I barely noticed as my eyes roamed over him briefly taking in his grey hair and the tiny mole at the corner of his left eye. At first glance, he was every bit of the kind soul that his serene eyes portrayed him to be and truthfully, I was smitten. And if I'd been lost at his quiet beauty, I'd been absolutely destroyed when he spoke, his dulcet voice luring me into a false sense of contentment.
"I hope the drink makes up for my poor manners…"
Yes, the smooth bastard brought me a drink as an act of contrition before he paid the bartender and walked away. I'd watched him eyeing his slender form with equal parts of curiosity and desire. Later, I would kick myself in the ass for not moving in on him but luckily, that hadn't been my last chance. I'd returned to this club many times over in the hopes of running into him again, provoking a moment and seizing the opportunity to make him mine. I didn't tell my partner of my almost nightly pursuits, regulating that information under need to know- and no one needed to know that I'd fallen hard for a beautiful stranger.
That had been six months ago and yet, here he was his unflappable demeanor a blatant taunt of a challenge. Silently I prayed he'd look my way and was pleasantly surprised when his eyes finally locked onto mine. He'd perused the dance floor with his lackadaisical gaze as if the promise of lust that hung heavy in the air had no effect on him. It was only when our eyes met that the façade was shattered. In the span of seconds, his expression segued from shock, to surprise, to a certain hunger that made my dick spasm in my pants. I watched him watching me, tossing him an effortless smile and shamelessly licked my lips. It never dawned on me to question the path I was about to walk down. Even though questions tickled the back of my mind I wasn't about to waste time questioning it; I did what came naturally.
I provoked him.
His devouring gaze had intensified and emboldened me. I had swayed to the music, allowing it dominion over any sane thought. Then I pulled him into my orbit with a wicked smile that echoed the promises of debauched images that ran on a loop through my mind. The little tricks had their desired effect; it didn't escape my purview that he'd palmed his dick more than once as he watched my body move under the hypnotic beat. Satisfaction had rumbled through my body and my own cock throbbed pushing me closer to the edge. I tempted him knowing he was on the edge, the deep seated need in his eyes telegraphed by the confident smirk. There was a promise of something primal in his gaze and I was enthused by it, licking my lips decorously and adding a coy smirk to sweeten the pot.
I'd had him right where I wanted him and was about to pounce when my phone buzzed in my pocket. The incessant vibration against my leg was a distraction yet I held his gaze, shooting him a wink and a nod hoping he'd follow. I'd made my way to the back of the club, glancing back only once to see him following. Excitement thrummed through my body and I smiled wilder as filthy images painted themselves all over my brain. What would it feel like to take him hard, to tease him with slow, torturous thrusts, to watch his eyes slide shut in pure ecstasy?
Goddamn, I had to have him.
And it looked like I'd hooked him until I looked back to see he'd stopped his pursuit. I tried to see who he was talking to but the sea of bodies shifted, temporarily blocking them from my view.
Thank fuck the phone had gone silent but it wasn't long before it started again. Disappointed that my mysterious stranger hadn't taken the bait, I slammed out of the door and emerged in the alley, the techno music muted by the door as it eased closed.
I took a deep breath and released it as I walked away from Lotus, finally fishing my phone out of my pocket, glancing at the number.
"This piece of shit," I mumbled as I answered. Two seconds, that's all I got before he started in on me.
"Oikawa, done with your recon?" A smug snort echoed over the line and I rolled my eyes. My partner could be irritating but he called me on my bullshit on the regular, instantly endearing me to him. I tolerated his childish antics and provocations- birds of a feather and all that jazz.
"Fuck you, Kuroo. Got a reason why you're calling me on my night off or have you finally grown the balls to finally acknowledge your feelings?" His sinister laugh filled my ear and I couldn't help but smile. I'd already spent half a year with this man, learning the ins and outs of the streets of Tokyo. Although immature at times, Kuroo Tetsuro was a man of many talents, most of them vicious and absolute. His reputation had made my job easier and I could deal with the quick collars and giving punk ass criminals the what for. Dealing with his foolish pranks and attempts to rile me up were just the perks of the job.
"We all know you're going to be the one to confess first. But that's for later. We've got a line on Ukai."
"Who's the unlucky bastard that flipped on him?" I'd come to Tokyo for the sole purpose of capturing Ukai and after six months, I hadn't been the least bit successful. He'd been well hidden by his crew and cosseted by his grandfather's wealth and name. Getting at Ukai was going to be difficult but I wasn't willing to back down.
"I'll take you right to him," Kuroo answered easily. I looked up to see him a block over, emerging from his tricked out car, his phone to his ear and a wide, conniving smile on his lips. I hung up and quickened my step toward him. Despite the earlier disappointment, it seemed that the night was looking up.
I swung the bat and huffed as it connected with its target, the pained cries of my prey filling the dense silence of the warehouse. Taking a step back, I turned away from the man currently suspended in midair, his gurgled groans and the stench of his piss filling the air, furthering my irritated mood. I glanced over at Bo to see him squaring up his eyes alight with glee, his own aluminum bat dripping with blood. When he'd said that there were pressing matters, I'd known that I had no choice but to follow. It wasn't that the work was bothersome- I'd never had an issue with what I'd done for Ukai, or the countless glazed gazes that I'd faced- it was the fact that I couldn't get his eyes out of my mind. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the rhythmic sway of his hips, the way his lips curved upward in a taunting gaze.
"Snap out of it, Koushi." I turned away from Bo as he landed hit after hit, the soft grunts slowly dwindling to hollow thuds. After a while, the warehouse descended into silence, Bokuto's rapid pants bounced off of the barren walls. The job had been completed but I wasn't satisfied.
Why couldn't I get him out of my mind? He was a nameless face- a preternaturally gorgeous face but nameless nonetheless. One in a million that I'd ignored daily.
Nothing special.
Yet my heart sped up and my cock hardened with every phantom image. I couldn't help but shake the notion that I'd met him before, that he was something more than a fleeting thought. But in my line of work, there were a dozen faces I'd seen and even the most remarkable would've been a blank slate, forgotten the moment I turned my gaze.
But his…his stayed.
"Fuck."
"Well, if you insist." Bokuto chuckled as he neared and I turned to see him swinging the bat, the blood slinging off of it with every arch. Some of the blood splattered across his face and he grinned almost manically, his blazing eyes glinting in the dim light. For some, our line of work had hardened them, for others, they spilled their guts after every job but for Bokuto Kotaro…taking a life was something of an enlightenment. He really enjoyed what he did and he did it with a sort of flourish that begged for attention.
And he usually got it in spades.
Yet, he was the goofiest asshole I'd ever met. His smile belied his psychopathic tendencies, his warmth and concern for others in his sphere second to none. Only the poor bastards that fucked over Ukai only saw his sadistic side while the family only saw his gentle assuages and hearty laughs. His duality was puzzling and fucking creepy at times but I'd have no one else beside me.
"Finished then?" I winced internally at how quiet my voice was, hopeful that he wouldn't catch it. Naturally, he'd honed in and I could feel his penetrative gaze slice through me. Exhaling heavily, I averted my eyes and shook my head, "Don't Kotaro. It's nothing to worry about."
"Nothing to worry about…got it." I lifted my head toward him and groaned, his uncanny eyes narrowed into fine slits. At some point, he'd lit a cigarette and nestled it between his lips, the thin line of smoke rising lazily above him. The fact I hadn't heard him light up was bothersome- something that didn't escape Bo's inscrutable gaze. "What's Nothing's name?"
I didn't answer. I'd left his question hanging, hoping he'd catch the clue and leave it alone. Silence passed between us for long moments, the low creak of the chain moving slowly back and forth, its gentle whine almost hypnotic despite the weight it held.
If I weren't so discombobulated, I would've laughed at his sorry attempt at a joke. Instead, I just waved him off. "If you must know, Nothing's name is bullshit and you're stepping right in it."
Bokuto snickered as I watched what used to be a man as it swung languidly, the gruesome sight he presented nothing more than a footnote to my night. I tossed a nod to Bokuto and he'd fished his pack out and knocked one out, handing it to me. I took it and leaned in, puffing once for the fire to catch on. I stared at the suspended body but my eyes were solely locked on my gorgeous stranger, replaying that delicious smirk and coy wink over and over again.
"You know, for nothing to be wrong, you sure are spacing out a bit more than usual." Bokuto's voice was right in my ear, his breath glancing off my ear.
"Fuck, Kotaro! You scared the shit out of me!"
"Not my fault you're not all here," he answered merrily. Coming closer, he tossed the bat away and settled on my shoulder, flinging his right arm around and pulling me closer. He took a drag and turned away briefly to exhale, the puff of smoke dissipating as soon as it was released. He'd leaned down and pointed to the dead man, "Since you're in such a funk, I'm going to let you have all the fun. Maybe if you expended some of that energy, you'll come back to life."
"It's your turn." Although unmoved at the connotation, I groaned internally at how petulant I sounded. At this point, I just wanted to go home, slip into the shower and try to forget. I considered talking to Bokuto about it but one look into this lunatic's eyes cut all that shit short. As accommodating as he was to the family, he couldn't hold water to save his life. And I didn't want to face the questions that would inevitably come after Bo's word vomit.
No, I couldn't tell Bokuto and I didn't want to burden Daichi.
I could tell Yamguchi but then he'd run and tell Kageyama- for fuck's sake, I wouldn't live that down, especially since I laughed in his face about his predicament.
No… it was best I kept this to myself. There was nothing gained by burdening others with my problems.
Pulling myself out of my thoughts, I looked to see Bokuto slipping into the familiar plastic black suit, a hint of madness in his eyes. Another job done, another night lost to the wicked.
It was three thirty am; I'd just killed a man.
And as I sliced him up, I couldn't stop thinking about my beautiful, nameless stranger.
Boy, my life was fucked.
