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The door shuts quickly behind Takuya as he enters Sanzu’s office.
He’d been feeling embarrassed on his way up, knowing full well that coming here would admit to Sanzu that he’d been wanting to fuck him for ages- well, not ages… at least, Sanzu wouldn’t know that- but now that he’s standing in Sanzu’s horribly tacky office… Now he just feels a little bit sad.
Like all of this is rushing in and finally hitting him, full force, the fact that he’s trapped and has no chance for life to be at all a little bit normal.
Still, no tears- he can’t cry in front of him.
As he meanders through the frankly enormous office in search of Sanzu, he catches sight of a trail of smoke and he follows it around behind a desk where Sanzu sits on the floor, completely hidden from the door but now in full view to Takuya, and boy is he a sight- katana in his lap, a whetstone in one hand, a pipe dangling from his mouth… his fly unzipped…
“So it was you,” Sanzu mumbles around his pipe, pulling it from between his teeth and dumping the contents of the bowl into a nearby ashtray before he sets his pipe aside. “You sure took your sweet time.”
Takuya doesn’t say anything, just reaches for the katana and instead finds his wrist in a grip like steel. “Don’t,” Sanzu warns, a small smirk on his lips, “I just might break it,”
“Alright,” Takuya replies. He withdraws his hand slowly and Sanzu releases his grip, but it’s all a ploy.
The second Sanzu drops his guard, Takuya grabs the blade of the katana, letting it cut through his skin, and he flings it somewhere behind him. The result is exactly what he wanted.
Sanzu grabs him by the front of his tank top, definitely stretching the collar, and pulls him so close they’re practically breathing the same air, and Sanzu smells like tobacco, his breath hot on Takuya’s face as he tries his hardest to kill Takuya with his eyes.
Takuya does what he does best- ignoring authority and starting fights he knows he’ll lose- and he smears the blood from the cuts on his hands on Sanzu’s cheek, bringing his lips down to Sanzu’s neck while Sanzu grumbles loudly in his ear, clawing at Takuya’s hips.
This may not be how he wanted to initiate things, but it’s how the night is going, and Takuya is much too focused on trying to escape this trap of a life to worry about the way Sanzu is fumbling with his belt buckle.
He sucks hard at Sanzu’s skin, hoping maybe it’ll leave enough of a mark that Sanzu will stay behind come morning, waiting for it to disappear, waiting for Takuya.
Because the truth is, Takuya feels completely and utterly alone.
And that’s not going to work out, the loneliness.
Makoto and Yamagishi are blinded by Kisaki and his power. All day long it’s ‘no sir,’ ‘yes sir,’ ‘right away, sir,’ and Takuya finds it harder and harder to feel like he can trust them, like he can rely on them. So he grinds his hips down against Sanzu’s lap, pushing aside the whetstone with one hand while the other slowly makes its way up the back of Sanzu’s neck to the base of his skull.
“Does… does it hurt?” Sanzu hisses, finally getting Takuya’s belt undone, “seeing Hanagaki all over Kisaki?”
Oh, he knows this game. This is the game of getting under your skin. Well, Takuya can play that game too.
“Not sure,” he mumbles into Sanzu’s neck, “never Kisaki, but… Mikey…” he moves his lips further up Sanzu’s neck ‘til he reaches his jawline and he begins to move his hands as well, up through Sanzu’s hair, tugging as he goes, “... he was all over Takemichi, Mikey was, all the time.”
At the mention of Mikey, Sanzu loses his dignity.
He grabs Takuya by the hips and slams him down in time to the tugs of his hair, and the brush of Takuya’s black jeans against Sanzu’s corduroys is just enough friction for Sanzu to keep going, wondering when this will be over so he can get his damn katana and cut the fabric away from Takuya’s body, hurting him like he should be hurt, like he needs to be hurt.
Sanzu knows how much Takuya wishes he could go back in time, and Sanzu wants to go back too- but not to those ‘good old days’ when Toman was morally good, but to a week ago when Mikey was in his office, telling Sanzu he was leaving.
Mikey will come back, and then he can get rid of this lookalike permanently.
Yet something stops him.
“I’m so lonely.”
“Stay.”