Miyusawa Requests

by ItsNacchi

What the title says. These will be requested Miyusawa themes.

20. Chapter 20

A/N: *Tosses 15k words of hitmen AU nonsense at everyone because she's unable to do short oneshots anymore* So this has mature themes because you know, it's violence and killing and crimes and smut yep yep. I really have been itching to come up with a hitman au for these guys so you all have to suffer if ya'll want to read it or not. BUT WHAT'S DONE IS DONE. I WIPE MY HANDS CLEAN. If it isn't your cup of tea, you can just back away now until next time.

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The first time they cross paths is somewhere in the middle of Mexico City, but it's barely an encounter. It is more of a brief introduction. Sawamura Eijun is lining up a shot from the rooftop, flat on his stomach against the gravel, when suddenly his target crumples to the ground, reacting to an angle that clearly isn't his. He looks up from the sight of his rifle and sees a man on a slightly higher elevation than he is, calmly packing away a gun. Then the man's head lowers below the line of the roof and he disappears.

My kill, Eijun thinks sourly. Great. He's usually not one to gloat about being a capable enough hitman (who's he kidding? of course he gloats because he's going to be the best around eventually) but that seriously puts a damper on his plans.

Eijun packs up clumsily, folding the case of the gun together and scrambling to his feet. He'll pay for that later, with an earful from Haruichi probably, because he told his partner he could handle this alone and what could possibly go wrong? He was a big boy. Now looking back at his argument to that point in time he curses himself for not being prepared but all he can think about now is getting to the rendezvous point as soon as possible.

He attempts to map the city in his mind as he runs, turn it into a clear route, but it's all jumbled up like so much messy string. All he remembers is that the man on the other roof had a hood on, and leather gloves. As he scrambles for his cab, Eijun wonders, deliriously, if he and the other man are working for the same person, if they were supposed to be racing against each other, if one was a setup for the other all along. The thought doesn't sit well with him because he hates being kept in the dark like this. His agency tends to have a good reputation and it wouldn't surprise him to have a sudden rival from another place but whatever the case, he keeps moving.

The rendezvous point is at a music store in one of the less populous sections of the city and it takes Eijun ten minutes too long to get there. On his way in, he bumps the shoulder of someone walking out, and they both pause. The other man is a bit taller than Eijun and broader, filling out the shoulders of his plain black t-shirt. The bottom half of his face is covered by a plain mask, but his amber eyes are sharp and searching.

"Sorry," he mumbles to Eijun before he continues on his way. Eijun catches on the drawl of his voice, and when he enters the back room of the store and returns the gun in exchange for nothing, his curiosity dampens the harshness of failure, at least a little.

xxx

"Eijun-kun!" Haruichi his partner is glaring at him. His fierce pink eyes are looking knowingly at him and Eijun would be lying if he didn't admit he wants to squirm under that gaze.

Eijun lowers his head in guilt like a child being forced to confess. "I'm sorry, Harucchi. Someone—"

"That's not why I'm here, although you could use the scolding." And he hears Eijun whine which make his lips curve up slightly. "I know someone took your kill. As for the guy who did it, he seems to be a freelance gun for hire. He doesn't belong to any particular place."

Eijun cocks an eyebrow. "What's his name anyway? I'd like to repay the bastard."

"Miyuki Kazuya."Haruichi enunciates slowly. He's about to warn Eijun to not go brewing up trouble with a fellow hitman, that they could simply go for another job but this is Eijun...

The name slightly rings a bell to him. Eijun feels like he's heard it before, like he should know this particular name but before he can gather more information he's interrupted from his thoughts.

"Sawamura. You shouldn't go looking for petty revenge. You know better than that." A soft but stern voice says from the shadows.

Eijun turns around and sees his mentor, Takigawa Chris coming into the light of the room.

"Chris-senpai!" He bows and looks up expectantly at Chris. "Yes sir! I assure you it is not petty revenge! I am merely hoping to return the favor in which this Miyuki Kazuya person so humbly did without me even knowing."

Chris wants to laugh a little because it still sounds like petty vengeance. He knows that Eijun gets easily riled up and being one upped by a complete stranger probably scratched at his ego. "Just be careful, Miyuki's actually quite skilled and good at what he does. I still suggest you not go looking for him."

Chris wonders though, why Miyuki would take Eijun's kill. It was a bit… unprofessional from an outsider's perspective so there must be another reason. He knows Miyuki has a multitude of layers to him. His reasons for doing certain things are always hard to read.

"Eijun-kun, it wasn't Miyuki's fault. Our client terminated our contract shortly after we arrived to Mexico City and he went with Miyuki's assistance instead." Haruichi explains, looking over at Eijun for any sign of his partner giving up his future pursuit and he notices the other's golden eyes widen and a sudden frown appears on his features like he's been denied a treat.

"Oh." He says slowly letting the information sink in. Is that what Haruichi had come to tell him? "What—WHAT THE HELL?! WHY WOULD OUR CLIENT JUST DITCH US LIKE THAT? ARE WE NOT GOOD ENOUGH?" Eijun's blood is boiling. While maybe it isn't Miyuki's fault, he still can't help but feel sour at the whole situation. Something doesn't seem right, something isn't adding up.

Haruichi and Chris merely sigh at Eijun fuming because they have a feeling their idiot teammate will still go looking for the guy.

xxx

Eijun sees him again a month later in a casino located in Hong Kong, China observing the action at one of the blackjack tables while Eijun wastes time at a tropical-themed slot machine. Even casually dressed among the tourists and regular gamblers, his sharp features stand out. This time Eijun has a better view of him. His brown windswept hair, the black rimmed glasses that weren't there on his face last time which make Eijun wonder if the guy wears contacts on the job, and Eijun never really noticed how handsome Miyuki Kazuya was until now and—shit. When said topic of his current thoughts looks over and amber locks onto gold across the room, everything in Eijun's body freezes and glues him to his seat.

He doesn't expect to see Miyuki this soon. He maybe expected to see him a few months later, or a year later out of sheer coincidence, but—this is fine he thinks, because he gets to confront him about their last encounter. He's done a bit of research on why Miyuki is such a big shot and Chris was right when he said Miyuki was skilled at what he did. That still didn't explain why he stole his client and target when the guy wasn't exactly paying up a fortune and the job itself wasn't difficult at all. Why go for a measly kill when he could shoot higher? Eijun was still making a name for himself, so of course comparing him to the Miyuki Kazuya—his client would surely find him easily replaceable.

Eijun's still stuck there when Miyuki comes over and sits next to him. Eijun has a natural scowl on his face. "Whoa there, easy now." He gestures lifting his hands up in surrender. "I think we got off on the wrong foot," Miyuki says with a small smirk.

Eijun snorts and punches the buttons, forcing himself to turn back to the screen, even as his body refuses to leave his chair. "If you want to correct that, you could start by handing over the money you took from me in our first meeting and apologizing for taking my kill."

He hears the asshole softly chuckle and Eijun wants to turn to face him and punch that pretty smug face instead and—no he did not just call Miyuki pretty.

The pictures scroll across the screen, pixelated flowers and teapots. He's lost twenty dollars. "By the looks of it, you could use it," says the other man as he whistles in amusement. Eijun scoffs and places a higher bet. "But that was just a misunderstanding, a miscommunication between our client. You see, he sought me out and I merely agreed." Miyuki explains casually.

"Oh is that so? And why did he seek you out when he already hired a hitman for the mark he wanted gone." He loses again, the numbers in the corner getting closer and closer to zero. It doesn't matter, in the long run, but he still tries again because he needs to keep himself distracted and maybe this isn't the best way.

Miyuki stares him down, a look that has zero traces of playfulness in it, in fact Eijun feels himself starting to sweat because as he turns to face the other he sees the confidence oozing out of Miyuki like this is what he was after all along—like he has Eijun right where he wants him. And he has to remind himself that this is the same guy who he wanted to get back at a month ago. "Okay, so maybe I made him an offer he couldn't refuse. I merely told him I could do the job better, and I've heard of you Sawamura. I heard you were trained under Chris and I was curious how the rising star did his job. Maybe I was even curious as to why Chris, a very talented and sought after hitman, took a liking to you. So I've been watching your work and you're quite impressive for a rookie, amusing even. You do clean cut jobs on your good days and I suppose I just wanted to introduce myself to you."

Eijun scoffs because he can't believe the nerve of this guy. While he should be flattered that a big shot like Miyuki was praising him the feeling of wanting to punch him comes back at full throttle. Because this bastard did technically take his client away which gives him less credibility statistically since it was an easy job and the fact Haruichi and Chris were giving this guy the benefit of the doubt makes him want to laugh miserably. "And is that what's happening now? Another misunderstanding? Because from what you just admitted, Miyuki Kazuya, is that you purposefully stole my client and mark to make an introduction."

"No, this is just a second chance. I'm well aware of what I've done and I'm not denying it." Miyuki pauses as Eijun pushes another button, and they both watch as he loses seventy five dollars this time.

Eijun slams his hands against the control board and presses the cash out button. "You're my bad luck charm," he says sourly, and his voice wavers a bit. "You should work for the casino. You'd sure make them rich."

Miyuki chuckles again. "I already have a job and are you sure you're having bad luck? Maybe you just suck," he says with a playful tone, one he uses quite often, much to Eijun's annoyance, "but I'll consider your suggestion~"

"I DON'T SUCK! AND I HOPE YOU ACTUALLY DO CONSIDER IT SO I KNOW NOT TO COME BACK!"

And all he hears is Miyuki's nasally laugh as he walks out.

When Eijun steps outside, two hundred dollars poorer than he came in, he puts his hands in his pockets and feels the stiff edges of a card. He pulls it out - it's the casino's and on the back he reads some quick, scribbled writing:

Catch you later, Sawamura. Better luck next time.

-Miyuki Kazuya

Sawamura thinks of Miyuki's hand slipping into his pocket, close to his body but not quite touching, and he feels a chill run through him again. NOPE, he was not letting this get to him. He stomps off to go eat his worries away.

xxx

"AND I'M TELLING YOU, HE WAS AT THE DAMN CASINO! Harucchi, what if he's stalking me?" Eijun says while looking over his shoulder cautiously at a nearby café they meet up at occasionally during their time in Hong Kong.

Haruichi gives him a deadpan stare. "Eijun-kun, I thought you wanted to meet him again and this is your second time seeing him anyway. It seems more like a coincidence."

And Eijun stares at Haruichi like he just said something blasphemous because why would Eijun ever want to see the menace that is Miyuki Kazuya ever again? Okay, call him dramatic but Eijun feels that this Miyuki guy is playing with him somehow. He's trying to figure it out.

"Nope! I'm not interested in that bastard anymore!"

Haruichi continues giving his a friend an unamused look because he remembers having to hear him whining and complaining all month about how he was going to take one of Miyuki's clients as payback but he found his friend failing because let's face it, Sawamura Eijun is terrible at tracking someone down. Another fact is that if you put his name beside a well-known one like Miyuki Kazuya's, he'd be no competition. Beside's the tracking part, that's usually where Haruichi or Chris come in, that's their area of expertise.

"Are you obsessing over that Miyuki guy again?" A soft monotone voice says across the table from where Haruichi and Eijun are drinking at.

"EXCUSE ME, FURUYA. I DO NOT OBSSESS."

"You do." Furuya and Haruichi unintentionally say in unison to prove a point.

"HARUCCHI! YOU TRAITOR!"

And Eijun sulks the rest of the day.

xxx

"Okay, fess up. Why are you smiling like that? It's creepy." Kuramochi shows clear disgust on his face. They met up at a local arcade a good hour ago and are now waiting in line to exchange their tickets for prizes.

Miyuki smirks over at his companion. "Oh, nothing~ I'm just finally having fun on the job again. I found myself an amusing rookie."

Kuramochi raises an eyebrow at him. "So I take it you're not obsessing over getting a bigger name than Chris anymore?"

Miyuki frowns because he resents that statement. He was not obsessing. He doesn't obsess, okay? He just found amusement in knowing there was someone out there who made killing look clean and that someone wasn't him for once. "I wasn't obsessing."

Kuramochi laughs and says, "Sure, whatever you say Miyuki. Anyway, what was that about a rookie?"

Miyuki mentally thanks his companion for switching subjects. "Sawamura Eijun, he's Chris's little protégé, but I can see the interest. The guy has potential. Although his hand to hand combat is what really makes him shine. He runs on instincts. He's a natural when he's in a bind and his flexibility—it's really something else. I can see his gun handling improving with more experience."

Kuramochi drops his jaw a little because Miyuki is praising someone other than Chris, and this is—this is new. Miyuki has this fondness in his tone that any other person around them would think that Miyuki is an innocently smitten individual but no—he feels a little sorry for this Sawamura guy now. Maybe Miyuki is simply smitten, but Miyuki's never been the openly emotional type.

"Oh god… you're in deep aren't you?" Kuramochi facepalms and Miyuki cocks an eyebrow at him wondering what the hell he's talking about.

Is finding amusement in someone and wanting to keep tabs on them really being in deep? He doesn't think so.

xxx

So that whole being in deep thing, Miyuki's thought it over and he thinks that is too strong an expression but alright, maybe he's trying a little more than usual with this particular individual. Eijun's just so interesting, he could sulk. It's been a long while since someone stirred up emotions in him and he should be a little frightened but all he can feel is excitement so he chooses to ignore his common sense for once. Call him greedy, he's always been, nothing new.

"So what is this?" Eijun asks quite suspiciously because while his stalker, rival, maybe enemy? Isn't exactly looking to kill him (at least from their last two encounters) he isn't exactly happy to be sharing this space with him either.

It's 1 a.m. and they're in Tokyo (which happens to be the city where Miyuki and Eijun's main base is at) eating burgers. Miyuki stops to lick some grease off the pad of his thumb. "It's a hamburger," he says plainly.

Eijun waves his hand irritably. "I mean, this. Us eating hamburgers together. Us always being in the same place. What is this? Besides really unprofessional."

Miyuki shrugs. "We're not always in the same place. Sometimes it happens to work out, sometimes it doesn't." Miyuki does not eat attractively, chewing with the food in the front of his mouth and talking with his mouth half-full, but Eijun still finds himself looking at the flash of his white teeth whenever he goes to take a bite. "And as for unprofessional, if anything, it's nice to have company that you're not trying to kill once in a while, don't you think?" He wipes the corners of his mouth with a napkin. "I doubt you make many friends in this line of work, no matter how likable you are."

Which, if Eijun knew Miyuki any better, he would know that Miyuki Kazuya isn't one to make friends at all, but he's drawn to Eijun, so sue him for trying to get close to the guy and Eijun's easy to read, that's one of the many reasons he feels at ease for once with a fellow hitman. He knows the guy would jump at the chance to make friends because despite being trained in this line of work, Miyuki can see the kindness in his expressive eyes, he can see the loyalty to his allies, he's also seen the mercy he gives to his marks, no matter how awful someone's been. But he's also seen Eijun in absolute focus, his eyes on his target and ready to pounce whenever necessary. He's seen the glow in his fierce and piercing gaze, seen the intent to kill in him. On his good days he's strictly professional, hardly any wasted movements with each experience. It's oddly contradicting, really but he thinks Sawamura Eijun is a walking contradiction anyway.

"What does that mean," snaps Eijun. Miyuki just laughs and drinks his blended coffee.

In five hours, Eijun will meet a well-known drug lord at a club. The man will flirt with him, compliment his eyes and smile, (something Eijun's learned that could be used to his advantage, something Chris had taught him about the art of seduction being a useful tool as well) offer him a few drinks. Eijun will pretend to be flattered and will go along with the man's advances, only allowing himself one drink. They'll stay up all night until the man will have had too much while Eijun stays sober. They'll be alone by that point, in a private room because the idiot will call off his lackeys. Eijun will put a silent bullet between his ribs, quick and final, and then walk back out into the street, melding into the crowd, leaving no traces behind. He makes it a rule for himself to not use knives unless it's absolutely necessary. He dislikes messy jobs (courtesy of Chris's teachings).

Their knees bump under the table and Eijun pouts. Miyuki wipes his hands and sets the napkin next to his drink on the table.

"I'm offering you a truce here, Sawamura. It's always good to have allies at your side. You intrigue me and I'd like us to be on good terms. What better ally to have?"

Eijun still gives him a suspicious look, frowning, giving more thought into this whole ordeal. Even if Miyuki was messing with him, why not play along? He remembers Chris advising him that it was better to have allies along the way even if they aren't from the same agency. He sighs in defeat and notices Miyuki still looking over at him, waiting for an answer. "I'm pretty damn good at my job too by the way! You're not the only one! I can come save your ass too someday! But fine. Okay. Sure, we can be allies, friends, or whatever else," Eijun replies with a pout.

Of course Eijun's answer would make him smile because Eijun's practically telling Miyuki to depend on him too and Miyuki thinks it's hundred years too early for him to be making bold statements like that but he's certainly flattered. Miyuki likes that pout on his lips though, even if Eijun seems too childish and naïve for an adult sometimes, a hitman to be exact, there's something more, there's a light he sees in Eijun's eyes that keeps drawing him in. He feels foolish for acting out on feelings, but it isn't like Eijun's out to kill him. He can falter just this once, he thinks.

In four hours Miyuki will be at the airport where Kuramochi will hand him a Vietnamese passport, printed with a fake name. And then Eijun will be alone again, wandering up and down the hemisphere, always looking over his shoulder in whatever city or country he's in hoping to spot those sharp amber eyes, with a shit eating grin to go along with them, wondering if the last time has already happened and he's wasted it. As far as he knows, Miyuki has never mismanaged a job –and neither has Eijun despite being a rookie, until that Mexico City incident—but half of this profession is being fully aware of just how close to death anyone can get.

Miyuki nods and tries to restrain a smirk. He feels giddy at Eijun giving him the okay to be close. A small part of him is prepared in Eijun being more suspicious but he's glad things turned out this way. Their knees touch under the table again, and Eijun swears he feels Miyuki's knee sliding up towards his thigh before it drops away. "Good," Miyuki says softly. "Because, you know, I could get used to seeing you around more often. No taking this truce back~"

Eijun's heart does NOT skip a beat, it doesn't okay? And he definitely doesn't blush.

Miyuki thinks he definitely enjoys Eijun's face colored in rosy pink. It suits him best. He wants to see it more often.

xxx

Haruichi ends up going on more solo jobs now and Eijun can't help but feel a little lonely. So maybe Miyuki was right about this line of work being terrible for making friends, he thinks reluctantly.

"Furuya, where'd Harucchi go?" Eijun asks with another pout as he draws circles on the table in their base. He's waiting for the file for his next job.

"He's off in Singapore. His older brother had asked him to go along. Something about this client being an old time friend who needed a favor." Furuya responds lazily and Eijun swears he looks ready to collapse.

"OHHH. IT'S OKAY THEN! I'LL ALLOW ONII-SAN TO TAKE HARUCCHI FROM ME."

Furuya gives him an unamused stare. "I doubt you could have stopped Ryousuke-san either way."

Eijun gives him a cat-eyed stare in return because, well, he can't argue with that.

"Shut up Furuya."

And Furuya ignores him.

A good venting later and...

"I take it you and Miyuki are on friendly terms now?" Chris says unexpectedly and Eijun jumps a little in his seat when Chris brings a file over to him.

So maybe he isn't too surprised to know that Chris is well informed. He had practically been talking Furuya's head off on what a mystery Miyuki was. He tells himself it's because Haruichi isn't around, that's why.

"Something like that, I guess. He's just really weird. He messes with my client, takes my kill, and says he's researched me. Then goes on about how he's interested in my skills and then he says he wants to call a truce—that the job gets lonely sometimes. Miyuki Kazuya doesn't seem like the type to make friends, Chris-senpai. So I'm sorry but it's a little hard to believe for me."

He hears Chris chuckle and Eijun feels a little betrayed because he doesn't find this amusing at all.

"Chris-senpai! This isn't funny! Please stop laughing at my misfortune!"

Chris stifles the rest of his laughter and clears his throat. "Sorry. I didn't mean to laugh at what you shared with me, Sawamura. It's just that, I've known Miyuki personally throughout the years in this line of work and that sounds nothing like him. I assume he took a strong liking to you, is all. So to me, it is quite amusing."

Eijun gapes in horror at Chris because he doesn't know what to think from the implications of that comment. So he chooses to let his rosy cheeks and cat eyed look do the talking. Chris holds it together for the remainder of their meeting. He knows he has something to lightly tease Miyuki about whenever they cross paths again.

xxx

Having an ally proves useful in Hiroshima when the situation finally presents itself.

The job is straightforward, no frills or conditions. The client has no interest in theatrics. The target turns and walks down an alley and Eijun is there. He draws his trustee gun, and then someone else rounds the corner behind the target.

Eijun fires first and shortly after the man behind the target also fires. Eijun flinches as the bullet sparks against the pavement, inches from his feet. His target is not as fortunate. They crumple where he stands.

Eijun then turns and runs.

He doesn't get very far before he's caught, but he manages to smack the gun out of the other man's hand. The man's knee connects with his groin and he groans out in pain. His knees buckle forward and he shoots, but only manages to catch the man on his shoulder, and the man reaches out to slash Eijun across the cheek with a hidden knife, dangerously close to his eyes. Eijun yelps and pushes at the man's arms, trying to keep them away from his throat.

Then there's blood across the front of Eijun's leather jacket and the man falls to the ground, slowly and gradually, blood spraying from his throat where his own knife has slashed him. Eijun falls forward onto his hands and knees, panting. He's wondering what the hell happened and feels a bit disappointed at how messy this all turned out. This is probably the worst he's done since that Mexico City incident. Someone suddenly holds a hand out, and he looks up.

"This is ridiculous," he mumbles because of course his saving grace would be him. He takes Miyuki's hand. His entire body feels cold and numb with leftover adrenaline. "You're ridiculous."

"No. I'd say you are. What was that? You're getting sloppy," Miyuki replies matter-of-factly. "Follow me."

Miyuki's staying in one of those cheap neon-lit hotels close by and Eijun wonders if Miyuki tracked him here. Once they're inside, Eijun staggers to the bed and out of his bloodied jacket. Miyuki has a small first aid kit in his bag, and he starts to clean the wound on Eijun's face. "Nothing terrible," he states.

"Easy for you to say," Eijun mutters, and gasps as Miyuki swipes an alcohol wipe against his cheek. "Ouch."

"Don't be a baby, Chris would be disappointed," Miyuki says absently, dabbing at his cheek. A rush of something indescribable hits Eijun and he can't help it. He looks at Miyuki's face up close like this, the shape of his lips and the angle of his eyebrows over his amber eyes. That messy windswept hair he wants to make messier and he can't help it, it's really unfair at how handsome this bastard is. He leans forward and kisses him on impulse.

If anyone would have asked Eijun if he had the hots for Miyuki Kazuya a few days ago he would have denied it til his death, but after this he realizes he was probably obsessing a bit too much and that yeah, he does have the hots for this insufferably cocky bastard.

There's a moment when Miyuki doesn't move, his hand still in the air, Eijun starts to immediately pull away in instant regret because holy shit he just mindlessly kissed Miyuki Kazuya and he's fucked up because this is not what he had in mind when he agreed to being allies or friends or whatever else but Miyuki doesn't allow Eijun to escape. Miyuki grips him around the shoulders and pulls him back to the fire Eijun started. His lips are soft and warm and they part easily. He runs his tongue along Eijun's lower lip and then bites it gently.

Eijun lets Miyuki push him against the bed and lift his white t-shirt over his head, and then watches as Miyuki takes off his own shirt. He remembers how broad and solid Miyuki had looked when they first bumped into each other; he seems a bit leaner now, but he's also closer, so much closer, and his skin is hot and soft against Eijun's chest when he holds him, trailing kisses over his jaw and down his neck to his chest. His kisses burn Eijun in a way he hopes he'll remember for as long as possible.

Eijun runs his hands over the taut muscles of Miyuki's back, lightly at first and then firmly, pushing his hips down to feel the shape of his erection in his jeans. Miyuki makes a small noise; his tongue pauses against Eijun's nipple. He looks up, and his eyes are a darker shade of amber, his eyelids heavy. The look makes Eijun shudder, melts him because there's so much desire in them and Eijun doesn't recall ever being looked at in that manner. It makes him feel so wanted that he could cry.

Miyuki lifts his head and reaches up to run his thumb lightly against the cut on Eijun's face. It's such a tender action that it almost takes him by surprise because the Miyuki that Chris talks about from time to time—he's not the Miyuki in front of him right now. He wonders how many sides of Miyuki he can get to experience. How much Miyuki will allow him to see. The thought makes his heart race. Eijun turns his head and presses his lips against Miyuki's palm, then runs his tongue against it. He tastes like steel, like the sting of disinfectant, but under it there's flesh.

When Miyuki doesn't move, Eijun nudges him on the side with his knee. "Don't keep me waiting Miyuki Kazuya," he says. His voice is demanding but shaky.

Miyuki sniggers and gives him a smirk. "So impatient Sawamura, but alright. I'll give you what you want." He responds with a smoldering stare and Eijun could probably come undone from that look alone but he stands his ground and just lets his heart cause a ruckus because Miyuki's shirtless and giving him the sex eyes with his hair slightly disheveled and damn.

Miyuki fucks him so tenderly it's almost torture—a slow, constant pace like a fire starting at the edges of his gut. The soft cotton sheet shifts and wrinkles under Eijun's knees with every thrust as he attempts to push back, small groans leaking out of his lungs every time. Miyuki's arms are strong, one bracing them against a wall and the other wrapped around Eijun's chest, keeping him close. Miyuki keeps his face buried against Eijun's shoulder, half kissing him and half mouthing obscenities into his skin. He wants to turn Eijun into a pleading mess but finds it harder and harder to maintain control.

Eijun really likes hearing Miyuki hot and heavy like this. He thinks he can get used to this too, being this close despite finding Miyuki a mystery half the time.

At one point Miyuki lifts his head and breathes against his neck, "I've wanted you for quite some time now, Sawamura."

"H-How long?" Eijun's response comes as a whisper. He feels his stomach churning with want, so much want.

Miyuki laughs and it's mostly a gasp,"I-I don't know. Maybe since I first found out about you."

When Eijun is about to come he drawls out Miyuki's name, and at first he means it as a warning but the way it drags out of him makes Miyuki growl and move faster, and so he says it again, and again like a chant, and then his orgasm surges through him like wild fire and he keeps saying it, even when he can't make a sound and it's just air rushing out through his lips. He drops his head to the sheets and he can feel Miyuki's fingers tighten against his skin as he follows. The sweat starts to cool against his forehead and over his shoulders.

Later, Eijun is putting his socks back on and Miyuki's still lying in bed, looking up at the ceiling. Then Eijun quietly says, "Thanks for being there, Miyuki."

Miyuki lifts his head up in surprise and mumbles a quick you're welcome and asks, "Where'd that come from anyway?"

Eijun shrugs,"I just felt like saying it. You're a pain most of the time and I don't get you, but you helped me back there and look, just accept it okay?"

"I already said you're welcome," Miyuki replies with a grin.

This makes Eijun snort a laugh as he stands.

"You know," Miyuki starts, watching him, "you don't have to go anywhere."

Eijun picks up his leather jacket, then turns and looks at Miyuki. Miyuki's skin looks beautiful against the white sheets. Even like this, even after everything, Eijun feels distant, the mysterious hitman seen only on a different rooftop or across a room. He thinks of all the times he's walked alone in different cities looking for his face, and the feeling it gives him whenever he sees him, simultaneously hot and cold, anxious and comforting, a thrill in knowing this man finds him fascinating. It's a face he wouldn't mind seeing for the rest of his career—for the rest of his life.

He puts his jacket down and lifts the sheet, and Miyuki moves over. "You're right," Eijun says, getting into bed grinning, "I don't."

xxx

"So you got your mark?" Kuramochi inquires.

"Mhm," Miyuki responds absently.

"And then you went to go follow your boy toy?"

"Mhm," Miyuki says again.

And he hears Kuramochi say, "Gross."

Miyuki's been a bit weird lately, at least weirder than usual. He looks a bit too pleased, too dazed, like he's on autopilot. It's creepier than when he was in a chipper mood after finding that Sawamura guy—and wait, it all suddenly makes sense because from what Kuramochi recalls, Miyuki had been tracking Sawamura and he just confirmed running into the guy and dammit Kuramochi wants to punch something, preferably Miyuki Kazuya.

"You slept with him didn't you, you bastard." Kuramochi gives him a knowing look. He almost feels like a father scolding his child, but immediately tosses that thought away.

Miyuki doesn't even bother denying it because he knows ever since he got back from his encounter with Eijun, he's been on cloud nine and he doesn't even care enough to try to hide it. Besides, Kuramochi's a perceptive little shit anyway.

"Yup." He says with a shit eating grin and all he hears Kuramochi say is, "Bleh. Fuck off, Miyuki."

"You're the one who asked, Kuramochi-kun!~"

"DIE!"

He really can't keep the smile off his face. For the first time in years he'll dream with pretty golden eyes and soft disheveled brown hair. He'll dream of touching that warm sun kissed skin and a gentle voice calling out his name and not care about waking up.

xxx

For Eijun, it's far easier to tell what occurred because as soon as he gets back to his base in Tokyo, Chris greets him with a smirk. That's all it takes for Eijun to crumble and confess.

"ALRIGHT, I SLEPT WITH HIM." He shuts his eyes and continues. "I'M SORRY I'VE LET YOU DOWN, MASTER. I PROMISE I WILL NOT LET YOU DOWN IN THE FUTURE. PLEASE DON'T BE MAD AT ME! YOU MAY PUNISH ME AS YOU SEE FITTING." Eijun screams with a bow so low Chris thinks he'll hit his head against the floor again.

"I—I really didn't need to know that Sawamura." He croaks. Heck, he didn't even think that's what had happened. Chris simply thought that Sawamura had made friends with Miyuki but apparently they exceeded his expectations. "I'd prefer if you kept those types of things to yourself, please."

"Oh Eijun-kun…" Haruichi says with a sigh as he gives Chris a sympathetic look.

Eijun squawks as he raises his head in panic because shit, did he just confess he slept with Miyuki without his comrades actually knowing about it? His face heats up and he suddenly wants the ground to bury him. He can only imagine the cackles Miyuki would be having if he were present.

xxx

The next time they meet, it's actually a coincidence. Miyuki doesn't actually plan this encounter and he's quite surprised. He can't say he hates it. It's quite amusing because Eijun's amusing in general except for the part where they're being followed and shot at from afar.

"I think," Eijun says between deep breaths. "I think someone's after me!"

Miyuki gives him a deadpan stare from where he's bent double, almost hacking up a lung and trying to ignore the acrid taste in his mouth and the nasty smell of the alley they're currently occupying. Miyuki's trying very hard to make as little contact with the walls as possible.

"Or you," Eijun goes on thoughtfully. "You're probably the kind of person people try to kill a lot and we've been meeting a bit more often than not now. They've probably gotten the wrong idea!"

"What gave it away?" Miyuki says sarcastically, wiping sweat from his brow.

Eijun makes a considering noise. "Well, you're sort of an asshole, and you like to get under people's skin. I've heard that you have quite a few enemies, far more than allies and I believe it!" He says the last part accusingly and Miyuki wonders why he likes this guy.

Miyuki rolls his eyes, "No you idiot, what makes you think someone's trying to kill you? Aside from the obvious, of course."

Eijun's eyes widen and he huffs feeling quite offended at the statement, "OH? AND WHAT'S THE OBVIOUS?!"

Miyuki shushes him and responds with, "Oi, you're going to alert them more so than before. I know Chris has taught you better."

"You're my bad luck charm, remember? AND STOP USING CHRIS-SENPAI'S NAME FOR EVERYTHING."

Miyuki is about to call him a brat but it's at this point that someone starts shooting at them.

"What the hell," Eijun mutters, pulling out two guns this time around because he's done and Miyuki cocks an eyebrow at that. He doesn't recall ever seeing Eijun use two. "I don't even know what's going on anymore."

Miyuki silently agrees.

Eijun trails off, still complaining under his breath, and Miyuki thinks, of all the people to get stuck in a shootout with he doesn't quite mind this anymore because he suddenly remembers all the reasons as to why he's smitten with this guy.

Eijun then brings both guns up and starts firing in the direction of their shooter, ducking behind the wall and peeking out when there's a break in enemy fire. His face is set in a sort of blazing determination and from the decreasing number of bullets from the other side—his aim is just about perfect and wow, Miyuki's impressed. He absently thinks Eijun's been practicing and maybe his experiences are finally catching up to him.

Eijun doesn't flinch when a bullet pings off the wall just above his head. Instead he drops to one knee, emptying the left gun's now empty ammunition storage and slotting in another, all without a break in concentration. And this—this is another area where Sawamura Eijun shines, this is the Sawamura Eijun that Miyuki thought of as a diamond in the rough. That steely golden eyed stare, it takes his breath away, makes a shiver of delight course through him.

Miyuki feels the rush of excitement at seeing Sawamura work up close like this. He slowly becomes more aware that he's staring but can't bring himself to stop because holy shit.

Eijun, meanwhile, is peering around the corner cautiously. "I think I got them," he says casually, like it's no big deal and Miyuki forgets that this guy is a little shit, has an ego as well and he can't find it in himself to even roll his eyes. Eijun glances back at Miyuki and adds, sarcastically, "Thank you so much for your help there, Miyuki Kazuya! I really don't know what I would have done without you. I mean, I might have had to take them down all by myself and oh wait! I pretty much did!"

Miyuki can't help but admire this obnoxious, snarky little shit with a gun still cooling in each hand. He snorts in response and flicks his forehead. All Eijun can do is curse obscenities at him.

If Miyuki hadn't fallen for him before, he's pretty sure he's in deep shit now.

xxx

"The fact that this Sawamura guy's skill with a gun gets you hot is disgusting by the way," Kuramochi arches an eyebrow. Beside him, Kominato Ryousuke chuckles.

"It was two guns," Miyuki says miserably, feeling his dignity and his reputation diminish by the second. "He just keeps surpassing my expectations."

Kuramochi rolls his eyes. "Oh, two guns, why didn't you say so? That makes it much less appealing," he retorts.

"Oh how the mighty have fallen. I thought Youichi was pulling my leg but this is quite entertaining."Ryousuke smirks at Miyuki. "Either way, I thought Miyuki said Sawamura was a moron? Not that I disagree, my little brother happens to work with him and I've had quite a few encounters with him."

"That was before he fucked Sawamura's brains out," Kuramochi answers helpfully, before Miyuki can say anything.

"I hate you both," he tells them instead. Because he does still think of Eijun as a little idiot, but an endearing one.

They just laugh at his misery.

"Not that I mind your company Ryousuke-san, but did you come to steal Kuramochi again?" Miyuki pries because he's curious and it also changes the subject of them bagging on him.

"Yes. I need Youichi for a few high paying jobs. While he may help you out with information from time to time, I truly do believe he'd do much better with me." Ryousuke smiles again and he can see the twinkle in his eye, if that's even possible. "He's a hitman as well and his skills are clearly rusty because of his time away so I've come here to take him with me for a while. Until then you're on your own Miyuki."

Miyuki can't even find it in himself to argue. He agrees wholeheartedly. The main reason he even sticks to Kuramochi is because he respects his fellow hitman's skills and he thinks Kuramochi is probably the same. His speed is unmatched and his observational skills make kills quick and easy. The few times he's gone on more demanding jobs with him they've been a good team. They watch each other's backs flawlessly and he can honestly call Kuramochi an amazing teammate. So yes, he agrees with Ryousuke, Kuramochi deserves some action of his own. He doesn't own him after all and Miyuki's never been the type to hold someone back.

"I couldn't agree more, Ryousuke-san. I had no idea Kuramochi-kun enjoyed my company so much~ To think it'd be getting in the way of his experience."

"SHUT IT! Stop being disgusting!" Kuramochi says in protest with his usual scowl and Miyuki thinks he might miss him, keyword on might.

xxx

The next time they cross paths Miyuki gives up trying to keep track of the number of ways he and Eijun have almost been killed. He figures they've both made a fair share of enemies by being seen together and he wouldn't put it past some unknown agencies to send in fresh meat as sacrificial lambs.

After an ambush by at least a dozen hooded and masked figures—in which Miyuki keeps mindlessly punching, clearly on autopilot because he's too busy staring at the entirely distracting sight that is Sawamura Eijun kicking ass in hand to hand combat and yes, this is especially where Eijun shines again.

"I don't like killing people without a contract, but I will if I have to," Eijun says reluctantly to no one in particular.

Miyuki wishes he wouldn't say things like that. Eijun is stupidly attractive when he lets on that he's actually a capable killer and not the incompetent, good-natured idiot most people think he is. Because even he was fooled in the beginning.

The sudden sound of footsteps shake Miyuki out of his reverie. He pushes Eijun behind him and then presses himself against the wall, listening to the footsteps get louder as they get closer. As whomever it is rounds the corner, Miyuki pulls out a knife and makes his move.

There's a brief, confusing struggle, and then things resolve themselves and Miyuki finds he is face-to-knife with a young woman with short chestnut brown hair who's dressed in a long black coat. Wakana is her name. She's got a gun pressed painfully under his ribs and a knee somewhere in the vicinity of his crotch.

The standoff doesn't end until a breathless voice says, "Where were you even hiding that?"

Both Miyuki and Wakana turn to stare at Eijun, who's open-mouthed and gazing at Miyuki like he's never seen anything like him in his life with little stars in his eyes. Miyuki would feel flattered but the situation itself doesn't really allow him to do so.

Wakana, however, doesn't seem so pleased.

"Really?" she says to Eijun, disbelief lacing her voice. "I get attacked out of nowhere and all you care about is where this guy was keeping his knife? What the hell, Eijun?"

And the fact this woman addresses the man he's deeply infatuated with by his first name should not bother Miyuki, but it does, just a little.

To his credit, Eijun tones down the slack-jawed awe, but he responds almost immediately. "Ah, Wakana, meet Miyuki," he says brightly.

"Oh," Wakana says looking at Miyuki with raised eyebrows and relaxes her stance a bit more. "Miyuki. This is him, huh? I finally get to match a face to the mystery guy you keep going on about."

Miyuki has no clue what the hell is going on and it's starting to annoy him. He lets go of Wakana and pockets his knife again.

"While I don't mind the extra attention, would either of you care to explain things to me, or do I have to guess?" he asks.

Eijun says to Miyuki, "Wakana's a childhood friend of mine. We've worked together occasionally but she was off on vacation for a while."

Miyuki nods in acknowledgment, okay so childhood friend, that explains the first name basis thing. He feels a little silly now.

"Anyway," Wakana interrupts. "I got your message. I'm guessing they—" she points at the bodies scattered on the ground around them "are the reason you called?"

Eijun nods regretfully. "Yeah. Whoever has it out for Miyuki—"

"Both of us," Miyuki interrupts indignantly.

Eijun waves a hand distractedly as if to say sure, sure, and goes on with, "I'm just wondering if it's someone we know of."

"Chris-san told me has an idea as to who it is and well, he's going to handle it," Wakana frowns. "I think maybe you should lay low for a while. Just until this blows over and until Chris-san gives you and Miyuki the clear."

Miyuki wonders when he even started being cared for. "I'm not even a part of your organization. Why are you advising me?"

Wakana smiles and he feels a strange sense of warmth from seeing it. It looks genuine and he can see the resemblance to Eijun in it.

"Because, anyone who Eijun cares for, is someone I'll care for too." She says this so easily that it takes him off guard.

"I can take care of myself, you know," Eijun says, slightly exasperated, breaking the small spell Miyuki was under.

Wakana raises an eyebrow. "Oh, Eijun," she says wryly. "You really can't. If it wasn't for Miyuki being here, you'd be—"

"Well, see, he was here, so I don't see what—" Eijun starts to protest but Wakana interrupts him.

"He might not always be there," she says bluntly. "He's a freelance hitman, Eijun…"

"I'm standing right here," Miyuki points out, because he genuinely thinks they've both forgotten.

Wakana gives him an apologetic smile.

"Look, Sawamura, let's just do as she says. We'll lay low until Chris gives us an update."

Eijun gives him a pout and finally grumbles in agreement. Wakana silently mouths off a thank you and he thinks he's taken a liking to Eijun's friend.

xxx

Usually Eijun would feel impatient, frustrated, and even a bit useless at being kept in the dark, again. Because Chris is the one handling all the dirty work right now and Eijun swears he can take care of himself, can just come to some sort of truce with whoever is after him or Miyuki. He's probably more surprised at Miyuki laying low with him. He figures Miyuki to be the type that does things solo, so yes he is a little confused again. And he half expects Miyuki to just shrug off the whole thing and say he doesn't mind the extra attention, but surely it gets tiring right? Being followed all the time, having to be cautious every single moment of every single day, it sounds exhausting.

They're in an inn in Kyoto this time, Miyuki paid for it and all of a sudden thoughts from the last time they were in a similar situation flood Eijun's mind. He blushes to himself because dammit, he does not need to remind himself of how attractive Miyuki is or how sensual the sex was last time.

"Hey, Chris is usually really good at what he does. I'm sure he'll be fine." Miyuki's tracing light circles on his back and Eijun hums in response as they sit side by side on the bed. It's a soothing feeling, Miyuki's fingertips against his back. He thinks if he were shirtless it'd feel better—and okay, yeah he's keeping his train of thought clean, clean.

"Miyuki, why are you here with me?" Eijun has to ask because he's genuinely curious.

Miyuki smirks at him and follows it with a snort, removing his hand from Eijun's back. Eijun misses those fingers already but doesn't chase after them. "I take offense to that question, you know. It's like you don't want me here." He huffs playfully and Eijun rolls his eyes. He's clearly not buying the act. So he finally admits, "Because, if I weren't here you'd be an idiot and run after Chris wouldn't you?"

Eijun can't deny that. Actually, that's a really good point. "Y-You care?" he finds himself blurting out before he can take it back and Miyuki starts laughing. Ah, yes, his annoyance comes back at full throttle. "OH MY GOD MIYUKI KAZUYA, SHUT UP!"

"Haha! I'm sorry! It's just—you're an idiot! I don't just sleep with someone, tell them I like them, follow them around, and suddenly not care. I may kill for money, but I'm not that heartless, Sawamura."

And Eijun suddenly can't speak because in an odd way, that was sort of sweet. Sure that totally confirms his suspicions of Miyuki probably stalking him, but of course he's flattered! He feels his face heat up and Miyuki pokes his cheek while muttering, cute against Eijun's skin and he quivers. Eijun gets up off the bed rather quickly and Miyuki chases after him pushing him up against the nearby wall, like if Eijun will run too far, much too far for Miyuki to catch him.

Miyuki doesn't mind this game of cat and mouse but he wants his fill of Eijun right now, thank you very much.

Miyuki starts off slow, pressing a close-mouthed kiss to his lips, but Eijun isn't having any of that agonizingly slow stuff right now, and he seizes Miyuki's hips, pulling him in and surging his tongue into his mouth, making him gasp, taking him by surprise and he smirks victoriously when he gets a reaction out of Miyuki.

Eijun rolls up against him as he pushes his hands up under his shirt, and Miyuki's skin feels like it's burning where he rips away the thin fabric. Shit, he doesn't know what to focus on, because Eijun is eagerly touching him everywhere, hands digging into the skin of his back, grinding up into his crotch, tongue inside his mouth, and Miyuki can barely breathe.

"Sawamura, fuck—"

"Call me, Eijun. I'm tired of you being so distant with me. We've fucked and we've been mutually obsessed with each other before that. We may as well get used to calling each other by our given names," Eijun says this against Miyuki's lips and that does things to him. It makes him want more and more from Eijun and why, dear god.

"Why do you make me so greedy, Eijun…" It comes out as a whine and a needy Miyuki gives Eijun more confidence.

He kisses him hard and deep as the sudden rain pours down outside. Figures, the day has been cloudy, the downpour was bound to happen.

Eijun grins mischievously and rolls Miyuki's shirt off of him, tearing it off over his head, his hands immediately coming back down to tangle in Miyuki's hair as he pulls him in, dipping his tongue into meet him, stealing his breath. But Miyuki's having none of that either. He's impatient because he needs to urgently feel Eijun's beautiful skin too. He slides his hands up under Eijun's shirt, and he lightly feels Eijun's nipples harden from a mere touch. He relishes in the knowledge that Eijun's so reactive to his touch alone.

Miyuki gets him out of the shirt and they throw it to the floor, and the way Eijun is pulling at his ear with his teeth almost distracts him with a shudder, but he pulls him in. Eijun's hands slide down his back, enjoying the feel of hard muscles and they come to settle on his ass, slipping into the pockets of his jeans as he rocks his hips forward. Miyuki bites back a whimper.

"So many things I want, Eijun," he breathes as he stares back at him with dark eyes. "You know, I'm glad I can call you by your first name now. I felt a little left out when your childhood friend appeared earlier. You were calling each other by your given names and call me spiteful, but I almost wanted to kiss you in front of her, call you Eijun just to see how it sounded on my lips." He feels better letting that out, he wonders if maybe he sounds silly admitting it, but Eijun looks too dazed to call him out on it so maybe he doesn't mind at all. He sees those clouded golden eyes staring at him with so much want it gives him chills. "So many things I want to do to you—"

Eijun groans and surges forward, kissing him fervently again. Miyuki gasps as Eijun clenches his hands, digging into his ass as he rolls his hips forward again. Miyuki's hands scramble, searching—

He grabs Eijun's wrists and jerks them up, pinning them against the wall above his head. Eijun makes a sort of strangled noise in the back of his throat as Miyuki rocks forward, pushing a thigh between his legs.

Eijun sinks his head back, watching as Miyuki holds his gaze, rolling up to meet him. His fists clench as Eijun leans forward, just shy of kissing him.

"M-Miyuki—" Eijun growls, and shit—that almost makes Miyuki forget his teasing and he almost just goes for it—

But Miyuki restrains himself, settling back, reminding himself that he wants this, wants to make this beautiful person fall apart in his arms.

"Isn't it about time you call me Kazuya? I can't be the only privileged one." He whispers out.

And Kazuya grabs his hands, curling their fingers together and pressing him up into the wall, panting against his neck as he thrusts against him again, slower this time, dragging against the pressure there. Eijun is hard already, whimpering a little as Kazuya slots in between his legs, swiveling his hips shamefully.

He really should just get Eijun out of his pants, they shouldn't be dry humping each other like horny teenage boys, but seeing Eijun strung out like this, shaking and moaning out his name—it fills Kazuya with an electric thrill, makes the blood in his veins thrum as he rocks forward again, whispering nonsense into his ear.

Eijun grips his hands so hard that it's almost painful—and he moans, soft breathy sighs that turn dark and smoky as they curl around his name. It's true music to Kazuya's ears and he drinks all of this in, appreciates it fully.

"Kazuya, Kazuya—"

Eijun slips from Kazuya's hold and pulls him in, pressing burning lips to Kazuya's neck, running hot hands up and down his back. Kazuya allows him to suck his way down his throat, those long beautiful fingers coming up to stroke his cheek, slicking down the wet trail Eijun's tongue was leaving on his lightly tanned skin. Eijun nibbles on his collarbone and Kazuya thrusts forward, gasping. Eijun licks him clean of sweat, lower and lower, skimming over his chest.

"I really like you, Kazuya," Eijun says softly, almost like a secret. Then his teeth tug at Kazuya's nipple and Kazuya nearly falls over. He holds onto Eijun's sturdy shoulders like they're his only lifeline to sanity, which they might be, because Eijun was fucking destroying him right now.

Kazuya had never felt this level of intimacy in his life.

Eijun makes him feel like he's on fire, like his heart is turning inside out as they grind against each other, like his skin is going to fizz and pop after Eijun drags his fingers along it, and Kazuya can't get enough, he's running high on these feelings.

"Eijun—"

Eijun darts his tongue in and around his navel and Kazuya seizes again, bracing his hands against the wall this time. Eijun tugs at Kazuya's zipper. Kazuya looks down, and Eijun is pulling down his jeans with his teeth, his goddamn teeth and Sawamura Eijun is a damn menace.

"Holy shit," Kazuya gasps out, legs straining.

Eijun shucks him of his pants, kneeling down and running his hands smoothly all the way up his toned legs, fingers wrapping around the back of his thighs. He looks up, smirking in triumph. Kazuya meets his hungry golden eyes before leaning forward, licking at the outline of Kazuya's cock through his underwear. Kazuya gasps, struggling not to jerk his hips forward.

What a fucking tease—

Eijun mouths at the hard line of his erection, sucking at the damp fabric at the head, fingers digging into his skin. Kazuya whimpers, he actually whimpers because Eijun taking the lead like this—it's too much.

"Eijun, shit, shit—"

The little shit laughs, and it makes Kazuya convulse again as the vibration shakes through him. Without warning, Eijun strips Kazuya of his underwear and has him back in again, taking him for real this time.

Damn it all. It's not like Kazuya wanted to think anyway.

Kazuya presses a cheek against the wall, panting because at this point it's all he can do right now. Eijun runs his hands up and down his legs, those fucking talented hands that have made people look like art at the end of their lives, god—and then they settle on Kazuya's hips, anchoring him down as Eijun licks at the underside of his dick, all the way to the head and back before swallowing him completely.

Kazuya's hands slip, he scrambles and seizes Eijun's hair, tugging hard at the messy strands as he tries to stay standing. Eijun groans at that, and his mouth is still around him, so fuck, yes, that needs to happen again because he thinks Eijun might be a bit of a masochist.

Kazuya pulls hard again on his hair and Eijun growls at him, yanking at his legs, and before Kazuya knows it, he's on the floor and Eijun is on top of him and holy shit, this is hot.

Eijun rocks up against him, and Kazuya throws his head back, moaning out his name.

Eijun's hands skitter over his stomach, sliding back over his thighs, down to his knees, and Kazuya loses it.

He falls back, twisting shamelessly against the floor. Eijun's nails dig into the sensitive patch of skin inside his thigh and Kazuya yelps, jerking up on his elbows to lock eyes with Eijun. He's staring at him with a sort of vengeance, hard and ruthless.

"I want you to fuck me," Eijun growls, and Kazuya's arms almost give out. He regains himself and nods, swallowing hard because despite how commanding he sounds and how Kazuya wouldn't ever really take orders from someone else, this is a completely different situation and he likes it when Eijun tells him exactly what he wants, he likes this Eijun in front of him.

"So demanding," he rasps. Kazuya drags him in and kisses him briefly before falling back, a bit flustered from the rush.

"I mean, if you don't want to then—" And Eijun begins to rub against his pants.

"Oi—hold on you brat, I do."

Kazuya scrambles naked for lube and condoms and feels a bit silly at reacting so easily to that, but Eijun doesn't seem to care because he gets a clear view of him. Eijun clambers up onto the bed, kicking away the sheets, practically pulling Kazuya down on top of him when he comes back. He kisses him so hard Kazuya thinks he sees stars. Eijun wriggles around in his arms, rolling up against him and Kazuya gasps as Eijun brushes against his cock, swiveling his hips as he stretches on the sheets beneath him.

He ruts up against him again and Kazuya almost forgets words.

"You're still wearing your pants, off."

Eijun rolls over and kisses him again, and Kazuya can feel him smiling against his lips before he pulls away, shimmying out of his pants. And then he's finally naked, but Kazuya seizes the back of his neck, grabbing him suddenly, making Eijun gasp and twist up against him, grabbing onto his shoulders for balance.

Kazuya snarls in his lowest tones.

"Get on your stomach."

It makes Eijun quiver and Kazuya can see clouded golden eyes flash with heavy lust and intrigue as he flips over immediately, arching up toward Kazuya in the most inviting way, breath hot and heavy against the sheets. Eijun spreads for him, fingers curling over the edge of the bed.

Kazuya breathes hard, running his hands down his back as Eijun sighs into the mattress, shuddering again. And there's that tattoo he merely glanced at the last time they were naked due to their limited time. Kazuya wonders if anyone else has seen this gorgeous sun kissed skin up close, has marked it.

Eijun has a beautiful black and white sun down his back, perfectly minimal, the rays of sunshine accenting the slope and curve of his spine.

"Wow," Kazuya breathes because he doesn't remember this much detail last time and regrets not paying enough attention last time. He wants to ask if he's ever going to get it colored in but maybe that question can come up in another time. He forgets himself for a second, just staring, but then he remembers what he's supposed to be doing, and he swallows harshly.

Kazuya runs his hands up Eijun's arms, up his neck and brushing through his soft strands of hair. Eijun reacts with a shiver again, rocking up his hips expectantly.

"Kazuya, please—"

"Shhh, let me appreciate your beauty, Eijun." Kazuya grabs the lube and slicks up his fingers, curling a hand around Eijun's hip.

Eijun feels himself blush, "What are you—"

He hears Eijun take a deep breath and Kazuya can't help but grin.

"Miyuki Kazuya, stop teasing me or I'll turn us around and fuck you," Eijun growls, shoving his hips back.

Kazuya almost laughs at that, but decides to stop messing around because he really wants to devour Eijun already and quickly runs his fingers up the curve of his ass, pressing inside of him in a deliberate move, and Eijun shivers deliciously, chest heaving.

Kazuya pushes in slowly, stretching him out, even if he just wants to go already—but he's learned to be patient, learned that he can't rush this, not with Eijun. Something about Eijun makes him want to take his time a little, wants to learn to appreciate his beauty. So he twists into him softly, crooking his fingers just so to make Eijun gasp and thrust forward.

Kazuya smiles, breathing hard. He wants to take Eijun apart, ruin him like how he ruined Kazuya.

"Kazuya, shit—"

Eijun pants into the bed sheets, rolling his hips. Kazuya shoves him back down and holds him still, twisting into him further, and Eijun jerks forward, gasping.

"Shit, please, Kazuya. Need you, please, please—"

Eijun can't even get out complete sentences as he arches underneath him, but Kazuya understands, nods even though Eijun can't see him, and he pulls out his fingers, slicking himself up and sliding on a condom. Eijun waits, body twisting impatiently and Kazuya finds it a bit endearing.

He thrusts up against the sheets again, and it's Kazuya's turn to shudder.

"Now," Eijun growls impatiently.

Kazuya plants a hand on the back of his neck, pinning him down, forcing him to lay still. He straddles him, guiding himself in with the other hand, and Eijun's whole body arches as Kazuya settles inside him, breathing hard.

"Fuck," he hisses. Eijun shifts restlessly, whining.

"Just move—"

Kazuya grabs one of his wrists and twists it up behind him. Eijun whimpers, helplessly.

"My My, so bossy. Shut up for a few seconds."

Eijun's response is animalistic, a dirty snarl ripping from his throat as Kazuya drags out of him, slowly at first, but then he starts to pick up speed. Eijun struggles for breath, rocking his hips against Kazuya's naked skin. He opens up, his legs spreading as they roll together. Eijun arches up and their bodies meet. They twist into each other, Kazuya's arm coming down to wrap around Eijun's neck, fumbling, trying to find each other. Their lips brushing, kissing cheeks, chins, the sloppy touch of tongue against tongue. Eijun yanks away, finding his free hand and biting down, trying to stifle his whines as Kazuya fucks into him harder.

"Shit," he pants. "Shit—"

Kazuya reaches down, his hot mouth finding the back of his ear, and Eijun rises up to the touch, breathing faster. Kazuya traces the outline of Eijun's rays of sunshine with his tongue, licking up the fine beads of sweat that are starting to pepper his back, tasting him, salt and a unique flavor that's simply Sawamura Eijun against his skin.

And Kazuya's not exactly known to be a romantic, but the first time they fucked, Eijun initiated first and he got caught up in his pace and doesn't know why it just feels easier to let go with him, because this is way too close to the realm of dangerous and feelings and being ridiculously romantic, but he slows, stroking Eijun's arms and draping over him, kissing the back of his neck. Because he feels like Sawamura Eijun would keep his feelings safe and he wants Eijun to feel safe with him too.

Eijun lets out a strangled snarl, his voice muffled against the sheets.

"K-Kazuya?" a hint of confusion in his tone.

Kazuya kisses him and rolls forward slowly, and Eijun whines into his mouth afterwards.

"Shh," he murmurs. Kazuya combs through Eijun's hair with his fingers, before coming down to stroke his jaw, his neck and this is better than his dreams. He catches sight of Eijun's expressive golden eyes, relaxed eyebrows and his throat clenches.

He's staring at him in a way Kazuya can't really explain. His eyes are dark, dangerously focused, and full of desire that Kazuya feels could swallow him whole. Eijun's staring intently, like he is trying to figure him out, to understand what makes Kazuya tick.

And Kazuya cannot handle the implication of that right now, so he pulls away, making Eijun cry out again as he presses him down into the bed, planting his hands on his shoulders. Eijun clenches around him and Kazuya's breath hitches, sliding down to grab his hips, his rhythm stuttering as he gets closer.

Eijun groans filthily and Kazuya loses it, finally freezing, spilling inside him. He nearly collapses on top of him, panting hard against his back. But Eijun is still twisting underneath him, desperate for the same release, for some sort of relief.

Kazuya pulls out of him and flips him over, a slick hand finding his cock and jerking hard. Eijun's legs twitch, he draws in ragged breaths, staring into his eyes. Kazuya swallows, leaning down to whisper in his ear.

"Come now, Eijun," he breathes. "Come for me."

He moves his hand once more and Eijun arches back, moaning. He comes all over Kazuya's hand, hips twitching upward as he shakes and falls back down on the bed, whimpering.

Eijun gasps for breath, panting as Kazuya kisses his neck, murmuring softly against his skin.

"Shit," he hushes out, eyes closed. Kazuya shudders.

He reaches up to touch his warm cheek. "Be right back," he whispers reassuringly. Kazuya stands shakily and darts into the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth to clean them up, tossing it aside afterwards and lying back down next to him. Eijun sighs and turns over, soft fingers reaching up to stroke his temple.

"Kazuya," he whispers, and Kazuya wants to pull away from that all familiar tone in his voice, that gentle tone that lulls him into a sense of security, makes him believe in everything good in the world, from that exposed emotion. Sure he was smitten, sure he really was interested in Eijun, but they are hitmen. They aren't supposed to be whispering each other's names and melting in each other's arms and—okay so maybe he's a hypocrite because he just fucked Eijun tenderly again and Kuramochi would argue with, "Who the fuck makes up these rules anyway? There's nothing against a hitman having feelings, we're still human."

And why the fuck is he thinking of Kuramochi's words right now. It's silly.

But as Eijun wraps his arms around him, Kazuya finds he can't bring himself to even care anymore, just like the last time, when he could have easily let Eijun walk away instead of inviting him to stay. Sawamura Eijun has fucking bewitched him since they first met, and Kazuya is pretty sure he was ruined since back then, but there's no doubt about it now. The first time could have easily been called a mistake, but twice now, twice they've given into one another.

Eijun's gentle fingers coax him back to reality, and Kazuya turns to him. Eijun tilts up his chin to meet his lips and kisses him tenderly, before settling against his side and pulling the sheets up around them. They are still both gloriously naked, and Kazuya is tired and maybe he can internally freak out about this later.

Eijun lays his head against Kazuya's chest, humming quietly as his breath evens out, and Kazuya catches himself smiling. He tries not to think of anything else except this soft bed and Eijun's comforting presence and sleep.

xxx

Turns out when Wakana told Eijun his mentor would handle the situation, she wasn't joking. It makes Eijun wonder just how much power Chris actually has. He's seen his mentor in action a handful of times but he supposes the man has connections beyond his comprehension.

"Told you Chris would handle it," Kazuya had told him this before they left each other once more.

Eijun finds himself pining from time to time because he swears he felt a lot more out of Kazuya this time around. He wonders if they'll ever work together at some point in their careers. He knows he's being stupidly hopeful because a happy love story was not what he expected when he entered this line of work. He knows that Miyuki Kazuya is a beautiful disaster that does as he pleases with his stupidly good looking face and seductive tone of voice, his amazingly sculpted body that Eijun could take his time tasting and—why does this always happen when he thinks of the insufferable bastard?

Insufferable bastard that you don't mind spreading your legs for, Eijun.

He shakes his head and continues looking over the filthy file. His next job isn't exactly a normal one. While a lot of his line of work has been to kill bastards who have it coming to them, this seems more like a rescue mission. It's odd, but sometimes rescue jobs will come up and Eijun usually takes those. Apparently this client's sister had been abducted and has leads of her whereabouts. Eijun smells human trafficking written all over this. This… isn't exactly an area in which Eijun does well in. He's known to let his personal feelings get in the way in jobs like these and he feels like maybe someone else would be better suited, someone like—Miyuki Kazuya, his mind fills in the blank, but he feels silly because he's the one who said he'd take this job and his teammates are off doing jobs of their own. He can't expect Kazuya to come to his rescue every time, like Wakana had pointed out.

"I'll do it." Eijun tells himself as he grits his teeth.

xxx

And now, here he is, atop of some dingy old factory in London, completely unable to shake off the feeling that something is completely wrong. He was following one of his marks, some hooded figure and this feels all too familiar to Eijun but he can't quite think of it right now.

He wants to continue perusing this line of thought, when his mark's car shows up on the docks. It is pulled alongside the factory. The man completely throws any previous act of his earlier shabbiness with that worn out hood to the wind. Out stepped a man, the same man he's come face to face with before countless times on the job, a man who's stolen his sanity, but somehow, right now he can't find it in himself to even feel. He's frozen in place. Instead of the battered hoodie and shredded jeans of before when Eijun was following him around, there's a flawlessly tailored suit that's far flashier than anything Eijun has seen him wearing before. Miyuki Kazuya walks with confident strides.

If Eijun is to complete his job, he has to think straight. Because what the fuck is Kazuya doing in London, and why the fuck is he taking on the role of a villain, unless there's something he's missing? Kazuya's probably going to collect the client's sister and leave. Kazuya or not, he isn't going to allow that. The moment Kazuya speaks to his contact, Eijun will pull the trigger, and he has to. They're both killers after all, feelings be damned. He ignores the nausea at the pit of stomach threatening to travel upwards.

Kazuya walks across the dockyard, striding with purpose towards the abandoned shack directly opposite to the warehouse. He knocks once, twice, three times on the door, and walks towards the far end of the simple veranda. Eijun makes a few subtle changes to his position, and lines up Kazuya's head within his sights.

And yet there's something wrong. He's twitching, even more so than before. He doesn't like to jump to conclusions but this is really hard for Eijun. A part of him wants to cry out and ask Kazuya what the fuck he's doing here dressed as some stupid cliché crime lord because last he knew, the guy was a hot shot hitman. Eijun's holding back a sea of emotions here. He eases his finger off the trigger, and chooses to wait and watch instead as he takes a deep breath.

From within the shack, a grubby man steps out with a cigar clenched between his teeth. Eijun almost laughs at the man who seems to be the perfect picture image of a thug. Two other men step out behind him and Eijun's humor immediately dissipates. Between the two thugs is a woman, lean and light skinned, with obvious bruising and welts around her wrists that indicate poorly fitted shackles. Every ounce of Eijun's fury rises at the sight of the poor woman, and he's absolutely itching to pull the trigger, but still, he waits with the patience he's gained from Chris and Haruichi.

There is some soft banter, and one of the men with silver chains stands in the perfect spot imaginable, Eijun couldn't have asked for better. It's the one right place where with a simple click of the trigger, the bullet would go shooting through both Kazuya and the thug. Eijun readies himself, bracing his shoulder and moving his finger back to the trigger.

He breathes in.

And in the blink of an eye Kazuya moves, pulling his own gun and firing once, twice at the thugs that loom over the defenseless woman. Eijun realizes what is happening almost immediately and the sudden relief that washes over him helps him focus again. The way Kazuya's purposefully moved allows Eijun to get a good look at his face. It's of complete and utter disgust, all of it is directed at the other men. Those same emotions that mirror Eijun's face, those all familiar sharp features that belong to Kazuya and Eijun's in love.

He lets the breath he had been holding out.

Before Kazuya can swing around and take out the leading thug himself, Eijun squeezes the trigger. The bullet flies, and the loud crack of the rifle echoes around the empty dockyard. The thug's head snaps backwards, blood flying and splattering along the shack's single, filthy window.

Kazuya immediately traces the bullet's trajectory, but before he can do anything, three more goons pop out from various hiding spots, converging quickly on him. For a moment, Eijun panics—forgets who Miyuki Kazuya actually is, but his heart rate calms when he instantly remembers Kazuya isn't just the irritatingly good looking hitman who has an interest in him. Kazuya also happens to be skilled in hand-to-hand combat because what isn't the guy good at apparently and it makes Eijun pout in jealousy.

Kazuya immediately picks off the thug armed with a gun, firing his handgun almost casually, as if he's merely taking a stroll through the park. He makes quick work of the remaining men, disarming them of their metal bars with ease and following up with a swift kick to the groin. As the men crumple, Kazuya quickly shoots them both in their heads, entirely without remorse and it's a sort of beautiful sight to Eijun. He is captivated and maybe now he understands why Kazuya called his work an art before.

Kazuya immediately runs for the woman, who has slumped to the floor and begins weeping. With their faces within his sights, Eijun can easily read the lips of the woman, stumbling over thank yous and sobs.

Kazuya merely guides her over to his car, and now Eijun can hear him.

"I'll take you to your brother. He hired me to help. Then you can go over to a police station." He hears him shushing her tenderly and continuing with, "You can trust me. I'll take them down. It'll be alright."

As soon as the woman is wrapped in a warm blanket and placed in the car, Kazuya's soft features quickly switch to an familiar smugness and he looks straight up to where Eijun is perched. He sees the all-knowing smirk on his pretty face and Miyuki Kazuya should never be allowed to wear expensive looking suits. Eijun's breath is taken away from the mere sight of a cocky looking Kazuya winking at him.

Eijun feels his face heat up and does the only thing he can think of—he sticks his tongue out and he feels so ridiculous for thinking that Kazuya was part of some human trafficking organization, but Eijun shouldn't feel like he's any better. He kills people (who, in his opinion have it coming to them) and he's well aware that he's not a saint. It was a strange feeling, feeling like Kazuya betrayed him—even though they never did work with one another like that and he shouldn't have to answer to Eijun. He feels really stupid right now. The last thing he sees is Kazuya smiling at him with a fondness that makes his heart jump.

xxx

"You're an idiot." Is the first thing Kazuya tells him and Eijun knows he deserves it because he really does feel like an idiot for thinking he'd have to kill Kazuya over a job.

"SHUT UP! I ALREADY SAID I WAS SORRY!" Eijun deeply frowns. He really does feel bad for even thinking wrongly of Kazuya.

"Did you even read the file carefully? Did you get Chris's message? I knew you'd be in on this job. The client gave me your name telling me he hired you to help in case things got messy. I just wasn't sure when you'd show up and I needed to act quickly or else they would have moved the woman elsewhere."

Eijun scratches his head and recalls skimming the files and okay, so maybe he exclusively focused on the human trafficking organization part and the leader being the mark to follow, which Kazuya seemed to have disguised himself as in order to get to the victim and what was that about a message from Chris? Ah, his mind is all jumbled up.

"No…" Eijun admits with shame.

He hears Kazuya sigh in frustration.

"You… really need to stop being so reckless… I had faith you'd catch up eventually. I knew you wouldn't have killed me, but for a quick second I felt your blood lust. You need to learn to put that aura away. You can't let your emotions lead you. What if it hadn't been me? You would have pulled the trigger on some other person who was hired to help."

He knows he fucked up. He feels his eyes water but he's not going to cry here.

"I—" he starts but swallows the rest of his words when a calloused hand gently ruffles his hair.

"So because of that, I asked Chris to let me have you for a while. He said it'd be fine as long as I went over it with you. So what do you say? Would you like to work with me?"

Eijun gapes at Kazuya in utter shock because, because the thing that he's wanted to happen for a while now is happening and Kazuya is initiating it—he can die happy now but he doesn't want that because he hasn't gotten to the good part just yet.

"Oi… Hello? Did I just break Bakamura Eijun?" Kazuya moves his hand from Eijun's hair and waves it in front of his eyes trying to get his attention.

Eijun smacks his hand away and meets his eyes with determination.

"SHUT UP! DON'T CALL ME THAT! AND YES! I'D VERY MUCH APPRECIATE THE EXPERIENCE OF WORKING WITH A PROFESSIONAL SUCH AS YOURSELF, MIYUKI KAZUYA!"

Kazuya guffaws at the ridiculous response. "You—you never disappoint, Eijun! Haha! What was that? You disrespected and respected me all at once in that sentence."

"WHAT?! WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING AT ME! THE ONE TIME I ACKNOWLEDGE YOU AND RESPOND POLITELY AND YOU LAUGH! I REGRET!"

Eijun feels Kazuya move closer to him, putting his arm around his shoulder and Eijun can smell Kazuya's cologne, can smell that usual spice it has to it and he turns to look at the trademark smirk. It should piss him off, it should but he just finds himself unable to push him off.

"Let's get cracking then, partner." Kazuya purrs it in his ear and Eijun shouldn't feel so damn happy at that word, but because the word is being used by Kazuya himself it just makes his whole face light up and he nods eagerly.

Extra:

"YUCK! Miyuki! Stop bringing your dumbass boyfriend to our place."

And Miyuki wants to protest because Kuramochi brings Ryousuke over a bit too often without a word, but he figures he'll bring this is up when the opportunity presents itself because despite Kuramochi denying him and Ryousuke have something going on, the guy still comes by whenever he pleases.

Kazuya pulls his lips away from a dazed Eijun and turns to grin at Kuramochi. He truly does relish in that specific expression though. It makes him want to devour Eijun on the spot.

"Well, you practically wrestled him to the floor and knocked him out cold in our last job. I'm simply helping him with the unnecessary injuries."

Kuramochi scowls at both men on the couch.

"Uh huh, sure. You mean you're busy eating his face. The guy looks fine."

Eijun hasn't said a word yet because Kuramochi Youichi terrifies him. He's glad Kazuya has such a reliable companion, but the guy was too impressed at Eijun's flexibility when he twisted him in ways he was sure would have broken anybody else's spine. He has a feeling that Kuramochi did it on purpose even after Kazuya told him who he was because the guy continued using Eijun as a practice dummy anyway out of sheer enjoyment. It makes him shiver—and not in the good way. At least when Wakana had met Kazuya, Kazuya didn't suffer from unwanted injuries.

"Um... I AM SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE KURAMOCHI-SAN." Eijun lowers his head.

"Loud! You're so damn loud! How the hell did you manage to seduce this idiot?" Kuramochi accusingly points at Kazuya and okay, Kazuya is deeply offended.

Eijun raises his head and looks over at Kazuya. He wants to laugh at the pout on his partner's lips because he's always the one being called childish, but Kazuya pouting—it's kind of cute and there's no way he's telling him this.

"Gross, you're both so grossly in love! Of course an idiot would seduce another idiot. I'm outta here."

They hear Kuramochi dragging his feet to the door.

"Wait what?! KURAMOCHI-SAN, I'M SORRY—"

Kazuya merely laughs at Kuramochi's disgust.

Kuramochi decides at that moment to turn back around to face them once more. "You guys better be off killing things when I get back OR ELSE." He leers at both males and they shiver.

The door slams shut while Kazuya and Eijun blink at one another.

"Well, you heard him~" Kazuya mutters against Eijun's lips as he captures them once more, eliciting a small whine from him. "Let's get to work."

Eijun has a feeling that the kind of work Kuramochi mentioned is not the kind of work Kazuya is referring to because he's looking at Eijun like he's today's dessert. Maybe they'll be done by the time Kuramochi's back or maybe he'll die by his hands. He doesn't have time to think anymore once Kazuya has his lips all over him.

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End Note: Why am I like this? Why did I write like 15k words of nonsense about these idiots being terrible hitmen. I totally winged this fic because well, because I can. PEACE FRIENDS!