Undisclosed Desires

28. Sex, Money, Feelings, Die

His leather gloves tightly grip the glass as honey-colored whiskey touches his lips, burning down his tongue.

My girlfriend.

The words repeat over and over in his mind.

"Did you hear what I said?" The man's voice rang in his ears. He wasn't paying attention. All he was focused on was the oak desk in front of him. His vision fills with images of your body on top of the desk. The sounds of your sinful moans, like a song he can't get out of his head. Your face as he pleasured you is permanently etched in his mind. "Sakusa." The man repeats again, trying to get out of this trance.

"Girlfriend." Kiyoomi scoffs. "Did you know Atsumu has a girlfriend, Aran? I didn't even know he knew such a word." He takes another burning sip of liquid.

"He and Bonnie, right? I think they make a nice couple." The man responds. "It's nice to see Atsumu so smitten, plus it's a nice change from all the bimbos he's dated recently."

Sakusa doesn't consider himself a competitive person. He never has a reason to be—because he always wins. Yet, a wave of uncertainty flows through his skin.

"We all know Atsumu sticks his dick in just about everyone." Sakusa fills his glass up once more. "But he's never used the word girlfriend before."

He usually downs a single bottle without feeling any effects. Yet the few glasses he's had to burn his skin, making him feel restless and uncomfortable. A strange sensation.

"Anyway, how was the job? Did you find out anything?"

Aran walks over to the oak desk, placing a file of documents he has collected, "You're definitely right. It feels like an uprising to me."

"So, Terushima finally grew some balls after his old man died, huh?" Sakusa maniacally laughs at the documents in front of him.

There is an unspoken rule, honor amongst thieves: both parties stay out of each other's way, and no violence shall be inflicted on perspective turf.

A thin line distinguishes between territories, and once that line crosses, the truce ends. An act of war.

"Continue the great work, Ace. If anyone steps out of line, take them out. But leave Scorpion to me."

This truce started when the original Johzenji boss was still alive. But a fresh face filled with hunger, the need for power often beats tradition.

Just another pesky bug who needs to be squashed.

"What about the other intel?" Sakusa changes the subject, unbothered.

"He's a detective. From what I can tell, his definition of morality is a little gray."

"Do you think he can be paid off?"

"Unlikely."

"So he doesn't want money, nor has he threatened to press charges, just snooping around for fun?" Sakusa looks at the image attached to the folder, looking at the name below the slicked-back hair. "Detective Daishou, what the fuck am I going to do with you."

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"I fuckin missed you," his breathy tone shivers your skin. As soon as the two of you left Labyrinth, Atsumu's hands were all over you, like he didn't know where to begin, wanting to touch all of you. "You smell good." He mumbles between breaths as your cold skin presses against the brick wall. He gives you no space to breathe as his tongue enters your mouth. "W-wait. Someone will see us." You stutter.

"Good, let them." He smirks as his hands roam your thigh, moving it to curl his waist. A small moan leaves your lips as his body begins to grind closer to you.