Chapter Twelve

Aftermath

They'd slept a little after the first time, cleaned up and then it had been hard to resist another round, so when Sousuke opened his eyes he felt a pleasant exhaustion in his body. As they'd switched the second time and Sousuke had had Makoto inside him, his body covering his and his mouth attached to his throat as he fucked him slowly into the sheets. It was a memory that made his cock twitch despite the activities of last night and Sousuke was about to reach over and initiate something when he discovered that he was alone in the bed.

Fuck. Again? He panicked for a second – the same panic as in the safe house but this time twofold as he fucking felt something for the guy even if he was denying it as best as he could to himself. But then he heard the sound of coffee mugs, of dishes and the smell of toast and he figured it out. He blamed his sex fogged brain as he lay back down on the soft pillows, determined to stay a few moments in the bed that still smelt of sex and Makoto.

And he didn't need to worry where Makoto was as he arrived in the doorway, carrying some food on a tray and Sousuke sat up, his eyes scanning Makoto's body, dressed in only boxers and a loose t-shirt.

"Morning," Makoto said, stepping into the room with the tray and placing it on the bed before climbing in with Sousuke.

Makoto moved close, leaning against Sousuke and the moment felt so damn normal that Sousuke almost forgot the situation they were in. That this wasn't some secluded vacation in a pretty home away from the city. That it wasn't the time for them just to stay in bed and fuck and lie around together. But despite the knowledge of his role, his job, Sousuke wanted to forget that for a minute so he picked up a piece of fruit and began to eat, brushing one of his hands over Makoto's.

"Thanks."

Makoto only shrugged. "I just cut up some fruit and made toast."

"Yeah… well I don't think anyone's ever done that for me before."

Sousuke sensed Makoto looking at him with something close to sympathy but Sousuke wasn't looking for sympathy as it was his own fault that he'd never done the relationship thing. He'd shied away from it, buried himself in his work and his job and become used to not having someone around. Apart from Rin occasionally when he let himself out of his room full of computers and screens. So he used food as a method for not discussing anything else about his personal life, hoping that Makoto took the signal and knew not to press.

For a little while, he could pretend this was a regular Sunday morning, that they'd have breakfast in bed and the cat would maybe join them or something but once it was finished and Makoto went to clear it away, Sousuke walked to grab his clothes and to check his cell, intending to call Rin and get an update.

But when he looked at his cell, there was no signal. No network. No bars and Sousuke knew they were in the middle of nowhere but last night he had… and that's when he heard the crash.

"Fuck," he growled under his breath as he scrambled for where the gun had ended up the previous night.

Sousuke ran to the kitchen, taking the stairs a few at a time, hurtling through their temporary paradise as he scared to see what he would find. He stopped briefly in the doorway to assess the situation, the gun poised in his grip.

He met Makoto's eye, seeing the blood on his face but he also took in the guy on the floor near his feet and Sousuke nodded. As the man, dressed in black, was groaning on the floor and complaining about his head. Sousuke had known Makoto worked out so was not entirely helpless but still, he was impressed, and he showed that it a small smirk. That was stopped when Sousuke suddenly felt someone from behind, a powerful shove that sent him to the floor.

Before he could react, Sousuke hit the ground but he rolled onto his back in a quick motion and kicked his legs around, making his assailant fall to the floor swiftly, a loud yelp of pain. He pounced then, the gun in his hand and he pointed it at the man's head, grabbing for the collar of the man's shirt and pulling him so that their faces were level.

"How many are there of you?" Sousuke demanded and the guy laughed in his face.

"Too many for you to protect him."

Sousuke was tempted to shoot the guy but killing someone was the very last resort so instead he banged the guy's head hard against the wooden floors, hoping that it would daze him enough so that he could get close to Makoto. He glanced up and saw another black clad man and his eyes darted to where Makoto had been stood moments before… and he now wasn't.

"Makoto!" he shouted, his voice seeming to echo around the house as it was clear – he was no in the damn house and seconds had only past…

His eyes narrowed as he saw the door to the garden was open, the glass panel slid across and he got to his feet, not caring as he ran out about getting shoes or anything as all he needed to do was get to Makoto. He ignored the pain, the intense pain of stepping on the glass shards from the previous night – them not caring as they kissed and the memory was more sharp and painful than the glass as he saw Makoto was being held at gunpoint, manhandled by three or four men, fighting but losing against the threat and the violence.

"Makoto!"

Makoto turned his head and Sousuke held his gun futilely, pointing it but there was no chance with the amount of men holding him and even if he tried, Sousuke was outnumbered and outgunned. But he was still going to try – glass shards in his feet, a handgun against machine guns and men employed to kidnap and kill. Sousuke didn't care as he was not losing Makoto. Not when he could admit, if only to himself, he'd fallen for the guy.

He made a noise in his throat akin to a roar but he felt a sudden sear of pain in his shoulder, turning then to see a man clad in all black, tall and wearing red rimmed glasses.

There was a moment of pure shock, pain and Sousuke gingerly reached his fingers to where the pain seemed to blossom from, feeling the wetness and heat and it confused him as he brought his hand to look at it. Red and bright and sticky. He met the eyes of the man in front of him, seeing a satisfied look on his face and Sousuke felt his knees weaken, his body feeling leaden.

"Makoto..." he whispered as he started to fall and a few moments later, Sousuke was losing consciousness.