Bodyguard | SakuAtsu

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To say that Sakusa Kiyoomi was pissed would be an understatement. He's recently been assigned a case for infiltrating a potential yakuza member, said member was also a little too famous for his own good. Disguised as a newly hired bodyguard for model and actor Miya Atsumu, Sakusa is really debating and regretting the life choices that led him up to this mess.

Sakusa was stood outside the big double door of an overly lavish penthouse. He had been standing in that too bight hallway for a while now, supposedly to “keep watch”.

He sighed loudly, knowing without a doubt what was happening behind the door he stood in front of.

He and Miya Atsumu had just arrived back from a party. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence. Miya went to parties on a near weekly basis. And he usually had one or two body guards following him everywhere. Today was no exception.

Sakusa Kiyoomi, a newly hired tall piece of muscle, highly recommended by one of his Miya's twin brothers friends.

Miya Atsumu was inside his penthouse with his certain lady friend that he brought home from the party they attended. Sakusa dreading that he might actually have to wait outside Miya's door all night.

Sakusa tried to distracted himself by thinking about his given mission.

His boss had been watching over the Miya Twins for a while now, but it was not enough, so had sent his two best agents undercover, Suna Rintaro and himself, to apply for the job of being the twins bodyguards. Osamu Miya had been picker then his brother but Suna had somehow managed it.

Miya Atsumu was a young talented actor, having recently getting nominated for an impeller award his already popular popularity had skyrocketed. At twenty-two years of age. Atsumu was tall, shorter then Sakusa but still considered tall.

And that atrociously blonde hair that was too all over the place had irked Sakusa when he first saw it. To Sakusa Miya looked like someone took a piss on his head. He didn't know whether to laugh or straight up sucker punch Atsumu.

Sakusa noticed that Miya Atsumu was also crazy manipulative. He acted like a brat a complete spoiled child.
Sakusa was aware knew from the information his Boss had provided him that the Miya Twins grew up spoiled, with rich parents, that died when the twins were at a relatively young age.
Osamu Miya going into business, he had somehow created an empire for himself with Miya Industries, his name stretching from high end clothing stores to restaurants and more, Atsumu Miya had charmed his way into people hearts, he was a cunning and manupilated people into doing what his heart desires, he did something right, since he managed to get this far.

Two hours passed, Sakusa was lost in his own thoughts when the door for the penthouse opened. Sakusa subtlety peered back, only to see Miyas disheveled lady friend tiptoeing her way out. She ran her hand over her wrinkled dress, passing Sakusa on her way towards the elevator, giving him an incredibly awkward and small nod.

When the elevator doors closed Sakusa knocked on the penthouse door, when he didn't get an reply he went inside, he really wish he hadn't.

Miya Atsumu was so fucking messy.

There were clothes strewn all over the place, as well as various wrappers from candy bars, bags of chips some half eaten and cans of energy drinks and sodas.

Sakusa tried his best not to gag and throw up. He saw Miyas foot sticking out of the long red sofa and made his way towards it. Miya was lying on it phone in hand he was scrolling something probably his social media, his chest was on display shit missing, pants heartlessly worn and unbuttoned, red lipstick stains on his jaw and neck going all the way down his sculpted chest and further to-

"You like what you see OmiOmi?" Sakusa looked away and sighed, when he heard Miyas annoying voice directed to him.

When Sakusa made no move to respond, Atsumu put his phone down and grinned at Sakusa wiggling his eyebrows in a suggestive way "Omi if you want a piece of me you just have to ask I'm always willing to share with you" he all but purrs in a seductive way.

Sakusa does his best to ignore him, willing himself to keep a straight face and hide the slight blush that crept its way on his neck. Instead Sakusa redirects a question in hope's of changing the topic. "Shouldn't you go to sleep, you do have an interview tomorrow at 10am?"

"Yeah Yeah, I'm goin" Atsumu waves Sakusa as he makes his way to his bedroom, Atsumu stop just outside his bedroom doorframe and gives Sakusa a look that could only be defined as sex
"Ya know Omi, you look tired too wanna sleep with me? I promise I'll try to keep my hands to ma'self"

"No... Thank you"

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So... I came up with his idea when I saw this fanart on Twitter. This concept was so cool and I really wanted to do something with it. I hope that those who read this shitty fanfic like it.