Atsumu sat alone at the end of the bar in a night club called Passion. When he'd heard the name, he'd rolled his eyes. The club was run by the same mafia as the strip club called Temptation. They were clearly not that creative in naming the clubs.
Either way, Atsumu sat at the bar, his usually perfect platinum-blonde hair now a light brown and his golden honey colored eyes were now an icy blue colour.
He casually sipped a strawberry dackery with ice, which was a low-alcohol drink. He didn't plan on drinking anything stronger or anything more at all throughout the night.
He sat there scrolling through Google on his phone as he read through the news report on his latest assassination while also making sure to keep an eye on all of the security guards. Unsurprisingly, just like Temptation, the place was crawling with security, maybe even more than at Temptation.
Atsumu hummed lightly. They must be on guard after last night's assassination. He found it in himself to chuckle darkly at the thought.
As if that amount of security could stop him if he decided to attack.
Of course, he was armed. He had multiple kunai daggers strapped to his ankles under his jeans and in his shoes, as well as the two katar daggers strapped to his back just under his crop-top.
However, he wouldn't attack unless he had the order or his life was in danger, neither of which applying to his current situation.
He sighed and took a sip of his drink. It was sweet with a slight bitter undertone, not exactly his taste - if it was his choice, he wouldn't be drinking - but it was what he and Kiyoomi agreed on.
(Start the song at the top)
(Lady by Noe)
As he was scrolling through the article relating to yesterday's assassination, he caught a glimpse of movement in the corner of his eye.
He didn't have to look up to know that it was Kiyoomi, and he sighed in relief since he'd most likely have stabbed another manwhore in the crotch if they hit on him again.
He'd arrived half-an-hour early to the club to be safe and he was already getting annoyed by all the people who decided that they were drunk enough to try and get into his pants.
Plus, it was ten o'clock on the dot and Kiyoomi was always punctual in his arrivals.
"What's a pretty boy like you doing here all alone?" Kiyoomi asked with a smirk as he slid into the seat next to Atsumu's.
Atsumu looked up at him, turning his head on the palm of his hand ever so slightly to peer at Kiyoomi through his dark eyelashes. He could feel the eyes of the bartender boring holes into them as they spoke. They were no-doubt being watched.
"Tryna be alone without people like ya hittin' on me," he replied, knowing that Kiyoomi would know him by his voice and accent alone if it weren't for their agreed-upon disguise.
Kiyoomi's eyes narrowed and Atsumu could practically sense the jealousy radiating from him. Instead of showing it though, Kiyoomi's eyes crinkled above his mask. He had to keep up the act.
"Ouch... Tough crowd, huh?" Kiyoomi asked, "How many people have bothered you to provoke that response?"
"'Bout four too many," Atsumu answered, rolling his eyes in the process, "They're jus' not my type, y'know?"
Atsumu could hear the smirk in Kiyoomi's voice when he spoke next, "And what is your type?"
Atsumu chuckled lowly, and took a slow sip of his drink while his eyes slowly dragged up and down Kiyoomi's body - all for the watchful eyes that stayed glued to them from all angles of the club to see, "Mm..." He pretended to think a bit as he turned his attention back to the dance floor, "Maybe someone tall, strong... Dark eyes, dark curly hair..."
His eyes flicked back to Kiyoomi and he could see the heat in Kiyoomi's eyes, "Then, if I asked you to dance, would you say yes?" Kiyoomi asked in reply.
Atsumu smirked, "Well... Since ya asked so nicely," he answered offering Kiyoomi his hand, "But only one dance, I hafta leave soon."
Kiyoomi grinned, and lowered his mask with one hand before he took hold of Atsumu's hand, slowly kissing the back of his hand, "One dance is better than nothing."
The eyes were still on them and they could feel it, but no one caught sight of the small folded piece of paper that Kiyoomi had pulled out of his mask and slipped into Atsumu's black and white striped sleeve.
Kiyoomi then pulled Atsumu up from the barstool and onto the dance floor. They may have completed what they needed to do, and they may not have been able to speak freely, but there was no way Kiyoomi would pass up the chance to dance with his boyfriend, even if Atsumu looked like an entirely different person.
They made it onto the dance floor and Kiyoomi immediately brought his hands to Atsumu's hips while the assassin threw his arms up into the air.
He managed to get the piece of paper out of his sleeve and slipped it into his back pocket as he dragged his hands down his body.
Kiyoomi leaned in close, breathing in Atsumu's scent of lemongrass deodorant as he lightly dragged his lips up the side of Atsumu's neck.
Atsumu tilted his neck to the side, allowing Kiyoomi to have his way with him for just a little bit. Though, somewhere deep down, Atsumu knew that when this was all over and Kiyoomi was free to come back to the base, he was going to wreck Atsumu for all the teasing he did throughout their meetings.
Oh, well, Atsumu wasn't exactly complaining about that.
Kiyoomi's hands dragged up Atsumu's back, fingertips slipping under the crop-top and brushing against the katar daggers strapped to him.
A smirk dawned on Kiyoomi's face as he tapped a pattern onto Atsumu's skin underneath his crop-top, out of reach from the watchful eyes of the security:
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Atsumu shivered, a red blush sprouting on his face as the meaning of the taps registered in his head.
Kiyoomi had said, "I love you," in Morse code.
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Guess the song:
We're so young, boy, we ain't got nothing to lose~
Anygays, bye!!
-CrackshotReaper
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Until Death Do Us Part (SakuAtsu Mafia/Assassin AU)
Fanfiction(completed) [Sequel to Bloodlust] Two years after Kiyoomi and his team freed Atsumu from Mr Sakusa's torture, a new problem arises in the form of a rivaling mafia working in the shadows. And, this time, it's Atsumu's turn to save Kiyoomi, which he...
