Akaashi Keiji worked alone. It's how it has been for so many years now. He built a life for himself; the apartment he owns, the cash in his bank account--all of it. It didn't matter how dirty his hands got, he really didn't care at this point. He wo...
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Akaashi spent the whole night tossing and turning in the room Sarukui had placed him in. Sleeping wasn't an option, his body decided. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could feel and remember was Bokuto's touch—how his lips sloppily kissed down his ear, his hands tightly gripped his waist until they moved up to his chest, the rough padding of his palms grazed against his nipples and the way Bokuto groaned right in his ear, sounding so desperate for him, to fuck him, to make him feel good—Akaashi fluttered his eyes closed, teeth sinking down on his lower lip. His finger trudged dangerously close to his abdomen, making innocent patterns on his skin as they went lower and lower.
What are you doing?
Akaashi's eyes snapped open, his heart stopping for a brief moment before he immediately placed his hands at his side. "Shit." Akaashi breathed out as he got up. He immediately headed towards his bathroom to wash his face in hopes of trying to pull himself together.
It was just a moment of weakness.
That's all it was.
And Akaashi was going to make sure that's all it's ever going to be.
His day immediately began the moment he stepped foot out of his room. "AGASHE!" Akaashi felt like his soul had left his body and descended straight down to hell. He still wasn't used to...this. It was hard to deal with the sudden shift of lifestyle. Turning towards the man himself, Akaashi bowed a little, "Bokuto-san." Flashes of images of what happened last night and Akaashi's faint voice of pleasure calling him exactly that emerged in Bokuto's mind—but he fought through it, giving Akaashi his usual grin as he handed the man an envelope, "Here ya go! Your first mission to determine if you're worth keeping!"
If Akaashi had not seen Bokuto's different sides before, he would think it's a joke. But the way his eyes stayed dark and serious had Akaashi knowing that this mission will indeed determine what he's capable of offering.
Taking it in his hand, Akaashi didn't waste any time and immediately opened it to see its contents. Scanning his eyes over the documents and photos, he lets out a single nod, "Understood." It was easy but if not done right, they could all get in trouble — he could get in trouble.
Akaashi was confident in himself he could do this and be back in time for a home-cooked dinner for himself. Though a home-cooked dinner now is replaced by eating outside in a fancy restaurant. Maybe.
