Toxic || SakuAtsu

7.

^je suis talent

ANOTHERLONGASSFCKINCHAPTERGODHELPME-

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ZE RAID OUI?

There's too many people, it's too hot.... There's so many people here.

Why? Why can't they just leave.

It's hot- no, my hands are cold. They're freezing.

My head's spinning; I'm gonna faint, no, no, no-

"Atsumu-san, are you okay?"

The dyed blonde whipped his sweat trained face to the other laid back male beside him; Akaashi had dressed to obliterate; a half-way buttoned white shirt leaving his pale chest exposed and black pants to suit; on it slung a few metal chains, his slender and soft fingers were covered in lace and his eyes seemed heavy-lidded - as if his dark clumped lashes were weighing them down, but through it all pierced through two intense blue eyes.

Akaashi's frame could only be described as perfect; his lean muscles and his cinched waist gave him the feminine appeal that most men preferred, and his pretty face and air of attractive complexity made it impossible to be denied by any sex.

He licked his pink, plump lips, looking about the stuffed club as he tugged at his shirt; the mission was underway, Akaashi and Atsumu had already been deployed to do their task - distract and coax information out.

But Atsumu couldn't breathe, he was standing still under the club's lights; poison green, wild floral and space cyan - it was a migraine inducer. But he bet most of the streamer's had their senses dulled by the corascated cocktails that were being passed about.

"Yeah," replied the blonde, taking his time, "I'm fine."

They both split up, moving in different directions; Akaashi headed to the bar where he can flirt and entice the people there with his bewitching personality; heck, he already had the goofy but entertaining party tricks on his fingertips, ready to dispose.

Meanwhile Atsumu headed straight for the dark coven of the club; where the worst of them resided in silence, mostly stalking their prey or making a deal with the devil - drugs, sluts and the sort.

That was his target audience.

He unbuttoned his own pressed white shirt slightly; exposing his glistening collarbone to the lights and peak of his expansive chest a little. He evaded and dodged the leather clad bodies and flailing hands until he popped into a little bubble of utter darkness.

It was a blind screen but after some time, he could start making out a few shapes; a long couch against the wall and on it were two amber stones glistening; twinkling ethereally in the dark, cajoling and calling.

As his eyes adjusted to the dimness, Astumu squinted slightly to configure the outlines of the owner of the strange jewels; he saw a pair of snaky eyes, ones that were only there for preying.

To those eyes was also a grin, a crooked one that made Atsumu gulp a bubble of panic that resurfacing within him. Something about the glowing yellow stones creeped him out, he didn't know exactly what it was though.

It's ok, it's ok, everyone is outside, waiting. If anything happens, they'll save you, don't worry-

"Hi there, dolly."

The blond had started to sweat irrationally, his breaths came in short and despite clearing away from the dancing circle in the main room a long time ago, he still felt stifled, closed in; out of air.