oneshots // bsd

tachichuu // ＮＳＦＷ

notes: masturbation, fingering, yaoi, virgin!tachi

the sunset spilled through the window, dyeing the hallway a warm red as tachihara felt his heart beat erratically. chuuya walked by him, giving him a nonchalant greeting, and tachihara had to make a conscious effort to not stutter in response. gin gave him a stern look. was he really going to do this? with an eye roll, gin pushed him towards the superior, but the ginger caught himself before he bumped into the other man. "hey, mr nakahara," tachihara began shifting awkwardly, "got a sec?"

the shorter man looked up at him with a raised brow. "yeah, what's up?"

"um, do you, uh think we can get a drink?"

"what, today?" chuuya gave a small scoff, "with the mission?"

fuck. he forgot about that. was he an idiot? "oh—maybe after—or some other day?" there was a look of amusement on his superior's face as he blushed. asking people out definitely was not his forte.

"we'll see."

tachihara was dreading his mission with chuuya, but he couldn't do anything but stare in awe as the executive spoke. chuuya was known to be brash and hotheaded, so seeing him order his men around and remain coolly rational in such a high stake situation was kind of—hot. the game-plan was simple. the largest faction would be lead by tachihara and chuuya and they would break in through the front and back entrance, the smaller team would infiltrate and get the files taken hostage out stealthily. neither of them were particularly good at planning, but neither were their enemies apparently.

"you ready?" chuuya turned to smirk at the black lizard commander over his shoulder, and tachihara nodded, hoping his blush wasn't visible under the moonlight.

chuuya gave a sharp command and immediately, the guns began going off. the sound was almost deafening, but that adrenaline rushing through his veins meant he hardly gave a fuck. the sound of lead ripping through the sky, the stench of gunpowder, the sudden spill of crimson blood—this is where tachihara belonged. the roaring blood in his veins, the screams on the battlefield, this is where he belonged.

finally, the retrieval was completed successfully and tachihara and chuuya made an exit. he hoped he could talk to his superior, but the other ginger apologised, saying he needed to write up the report. maybe chuuya just didn't want to talk to him.

tachihara collapsed onto his bed once he got home, sighing softly. chuuya always looked so amazing. his cool, professional demeanour was so calm, his drunken personality was adorable and cute. but oh, on the battlefield. chuuya was strong, powerful, and especially after a difficult fight. chuuya had a habit of pulling his gloves off with his teeth, wiping sweat away with his hand, drawing attention to his perfect jawline—

fuck-

thinking about chuuya made him hard.

with an embarrassed sigh, tachihara covered his mouth with one hand. was he really going to do this?

yeah, fuck it, he hasn't got any dignity.

with his free hand, he pulled his member out, stroking himself lazily. he wanted chuuya to fuck him, to reduce the black lizard commander to incoherent moans. he wanted to kiss him, feel his lips; they looked pretty soft after all. tachihara began moving his hand faster, moaning softly into his hand until he finally came. he sighed again. chuuya would probably think he was a freak if he knew.

the next morning—well afternoon—tachihara was woken up by his phone ringing. who was calling him on his free day? the man picked his phone up, groaning sleepily. "oh, did i wake you?" tachihara sat up immediately at the sound of chuuya through the phone.