Stop Using Me {suna x uke male}

book 2 chp: 46

(M/N) was in the training room, he checked the muzzle of his gun. Making sure it was properly oiled before checking the chamber, making sure no stray bullet was in there as he took the safety off and slipped in the magazine in the grip of the gun.

He was showing a few people on how to properly hold the gun, how to aim and how to use. It was the next generation of body guards for Deadly Dragons, maybe guards after (M/N) retires will learn from him or from them.

He hummed as he stepped in front of the target, 20 feet away and pointed his gun at the middle of the target. It's been while since he's practiced with just targets instead of a moving form.

His (E/C) eyes focused as he emptied the chamber with swift motions. Not even giving a second in between each bullet being fired. The smoke of the muzzle added on with each fire. The bullets never missed where he was aiming, the shells of the gun hot and burning if you were to touch it.

He always loved that feeling.

"Anyone need help?" (M/N) asked.

"No sir." Most said, one was quiet as she just stared at her gun.

(M/N) raised a brow, walking towards her. "What's wrong, Jasmine?" He asked.

Jasmine looked at him, eyebrows furrowing. She set the gun down and rubbed the back of her neck, "I'm not really a fan of guns." She murmured glancing away, "Is there any other weapon I could use? Like you."

"Sure, start training hand to hand with Jay. Think about what weapon you'd be most comfortable with and let me know." (M/N) said.

Jasmine nodded her head, smiling and going off to where Jay was. (M/N) hummed, tilting his head when the door opened.

Suna walked in with two bags slung over his shoulders. (M/N) walked towards him, tilting his head up and pecking his lips gently and grabbing the bag from him.

"Ready?" Suna asked.

(M/N) nodded, "Jay and Kita know what to do."

(M/N) was glad Suna eagerly answered his question a few days ago. Agreeing to come, wanting to be moral support for (M/N). The man was so thankful for Suna and every good thing that was brought with his presence.

Suna put their bags in the car as (M/N) got into the driver's side, adjusting himself and buckling up. Suna snuggled into the blanket he brought as the car AC was blasting, he cursed (M/N) for liking cars and rooms cold. Most of the time he was constantly cold.

(M/N)'s lips quirked up in a smile, it was small but it was nice. He drove off as his hands gripped the wheel firmly. Each second he drove, he felt his heart patter against his ribcage. He was quite nervous, but he needed to do this, he needed to push through.

The pulled up to the dock that (M/N) used not too long ago to get Alizer, his shoulders straight to appear authoritative despite the gnawing ache of anxiety in his pit. Suna wrapped an arm around his waist as they grabbed their luggage, holding their heads high as they passed by the crew of jet and the crew that ran the docks, all bowed like they should be.

(M/N) relaxed into the jet seats the second they stepped onto the flying death trap. His eyes closed and Suna sat next to him, thumb brushing over his shoulder in a soft comfort. (M/N) hummed gratefully, relaxing more and turning to face Suna.

A soft smile filtered onto Suna's lips as he leaned closer and pressed a chaste kiss to (M/N)'s nose. Said male's ears flushed a light pink and his lips curled into a small and genuine smile. Only Suna could bring these mushy swell of emotions out of (M/N)'s heart and mind.

He was a completely different person around Suna, more natural. More him.

"I heard your jet has a hot tub." Suna broke the quiet silence, when (M/N) opened his eyes and looked out the window.