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Ice was crystallizing on Ishikari, barely freezing the top of the river. Past the drumming in his ears, Usami could hear children playing on the playground in the many parks framing the water. Usually it would get on his nerves, the constant gleeful screeching and prancing around. He would enjoy nothing more than to yell at them to scram any other day.
Today, however, was not a day to get upset. Not over some irrelevant brats, at least.
“I’m going to miss you,” Usami said, for the nth time that week.
“I’m going to miss you too, Tokishige,” Tsurumi replied, just as sweetly as he had told him the first time.
Corporate espionage was certainly not the exciting life path Usami would have chosen to pursue, but when Tsurumi had asked him to, he couldn’t decline. Even if that were a choice.
“ This bubble is going to burst any time, and if our competitors get to the assets before we do, we're done for, ” Tsurumi had explained, not that it made any more sense to Usami now than it had before. But if Tsurumi said jump, he would jump. And when Tsurumi said “I need you to join the ranks of our rivals over at the Abashiri corporation and fax me whatever files you may find” , naturally Usami would do so.
Two hundred kilometres of distance would not have been this tragic, if it weren’t for the agreement to not contact each other any more than professionally necessary. As unscrupulous as most businesses were nowadays, very much including that of director Inudou, getting caught was certainly not a good look for anyone.
Usami had already spent so long without Tsurumi until he managed to land his employment in the 7th department under him, and he would now have to spend another indefinite era without the man. He felt like tearing the bench out from underneath them.
“You’ll be fine,” Tsurumi smiled, seemingly sensing his anxiety. “Once you’ve settled in and have a secure position, we can maybe meet again a few times.”
Usami nodded, though he knew that idea was unrealistic considering their working hours and how long it would even take for him to rise up from an intern rank.
Not for the first time he clenched his hands into fists, taking a deep breath of Tsurumi’s cologne and aftershave from where he sat next to him, before saying, “I don’t want to forget you.”
“You won’t,” Tsurumi managed to respond without any hint of arrogance.
“No, I-,” Usami swallowed. “I want to remember you like you’re with me. Like I haven’t left.”
Knowing that wasn’t the end of what Usami had to say, Tsurumi tilted his head patiently.
“I want you to pierce me.”
The older man’s reaction was minimal, just a simple raise of his brows. “Pierce you?”
“Yes. I want you to give me a piercing.”
“That would probably go against the dress code of a salaryman.”
“It doesn’t have to be visible,” Usami explained, overeagerness pushing him to reach for Tsurumi’s hand. “It’ll be hidden under my clothes, no one will ever see it. It’ll be our secret.”
Tsurumi’s expression remained gently controlled, though there was a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes that made Usami’s heart skip beats of joy.
“I take it you already have in mind where you want it then?”
“Yes.”
Usami made sure to make his bath in the heart-shaped tub scorching hot. He wanted, needed his nerves raw and open to all sensations.
The Skyhigh Hotel was one of the smaller love hotels that had recently popped up in the area, but what it lacked in size it made up for with a handful of themed rooms.
He wasn’t necessarily one for the aesthetics, but Usami had to consider that this may just be their last time together for a long while when Tsurumi had told him to do them the honours of choosing the room. This was their last date. Eventually his finger had landed on the Cupid room.
Purposefully letting the red bathrobe slip past his shoulders after he dried himself off, Usami sat down on the round bed beside Tsurumi, resting his head on the man’s shoulder to follow his gaze to the tools. Rubbing alcohol, a piercing needle, clamps and various pairs of steel jewellery, all neatly set on layers of tissues to keep any dirt from the nightstand at bay. Who knew where people would do it in these places, after all.
“Have you picked out which sort you want?” Tsurumi asked, not meeting the other’s eyes as his hand found Usami’s thigh, warming it.
“Which ones do you like the most?” Usami only asked in response before chewing on his lower lip to keep himself grounded. The thoughtful hum echoed through his bones, before his superior pointed to the straight barbells. “These are quite chic , and shouldn’t be too bothersome as you heal.”
I want it to be as bothersome as possible , Usami thought to himself, but he could understand the sentiment. It was probably not going to be a good idea to go for something that could catch on the buttons of his shirt, no matter how much he enjoyed the idea of the pull.
“I’ll go wash my hands,” Tsurumi said when he finally turned to face him, smiling up to his eyes before pressing a kiss on Usami’s forehead to incapacitate any urge he might have to stop him. As if he had lost his only support, he fell to his back on the red bedsheets, watching himself in the mirror on the ceiling. He shrugged the bathrobe off further, until his chest peeked out, speckled with a handful of moles and still pink from the bath.
His hand reached upwards to his skin, crawling its way to his right nipple and pushing at it impatiently. The longer he could hear the streaming sound of the sink’s water, the more he squirmed, getting to the left side of his chest as well to annoy it into full alertness.
He was on the verge of starting to scream when the flow of water stopped and Tsurumi returned to his side. Fresh fire was blowing up inside him as he watched him dry his hands carefully but with ease. Usami wanted to both snap his neck and kiss him for dragging this out.
The hollow needle that had sat in its alcohol bath was taken out, and Tsurumi simply watched the residue drop from it as he straddled Usami’s hips. No escaping now.
“Are you ready?”
Usami nearly broke his neck nodding.
“Use your words, Tokishige.”
“ Yes. ”
Tsurumi used a wipe to dry the needle just enough, before reaching for the clamps. His hands moved with the same grace as always, and Usami nearly wished that the man was capable of nervousness so he could leave as many marks as possible on his skin. But then again, that wouldn’t be his always cool, always charming Tsurumi anymore.
An excited huff escaped him when the cold clamps caught his left nipple in its grasps, and Usami knew for sure that Tsurumi had no need for pulling at them as he did.
“Better keep still, or else I might poke you in the wrong places,” Tsurumi smiled, white teeth shining.
“ Please- ” Usami took a moment to decide where to put his hands before grabbing the bedsheets beneath him in anticipation. Tsurumi told him to breathe, and all he could do was whine.
“You’re teasing me-” The accusation was a fond one.
The man on top of him only pulled his skin further, tsking playfully. “I’m only making sure to numb the spot so it doesn’t hurt. Take a deep breath.”
Usami did as he was told, barely managing not to let the air turn into groans, when-
He couldn’t see it with the back of Tsurumi’s head obstructing the view in the mirror, but the pain was unmistakable. The needle went through, spearing his nerve endings apart, and it was pure bliss.
A broken moan was all he could give in the split second where pain was all he felt, all he was. And too soon it was gone, leaving him to look down and watch Tsurumi put the barbell through the needle with all the leisure in the world. The needle was pulled back the direction it came, and finally the barbell was all that was left.
“That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” The man above him hummed as he screwed in the removable ball of the jewellery. Usami wanted to argue it wasn’t bad enough, but Tsurumi interrupted him by leaning back to clean the needle, just happening to press down on Usami’s growing erection.
He even had the nerve to ignore Usami’s following whine and struggle, at least until he let go of the sheets to reach for his freshly decorated nipple. That’s when Tsurumi smacked away his hand, forcing another whine.
“Now, now. I’m sure it’s tempting to play with it, but you know it’s better not to,” he lectured as the younger man tried to buck upwards hopelessly. Entirely unphased, he returned to cleaning the needle before ending Usami’s renewed squirming with the clamps once more.
The pain seemed twofold now, his right nipple being pulled into soaring pain as the left joined with wailing stings and sparks. The silk underneath was too slippery now for his sweat-drenched fingers, and he had to instead find purchase on Tsurumi’s thighs. He couldn’t focus his eyes on it, but he felt a distinct tent the further up his hands grabbed at Tsurumi’s body.
This gaudy red room with the fat little cherubs on the walls and the plastic roses on the nightstands had turned into heaven.
As if his heart had beat a little too hard against his ribs, his chest arched up into the approaching needle, poking into his skin a little too soon. A mere papercut, but Usami would be sure to scratch it back open later on.
“ Usami ,” Tsurumi spoke with a low tone that Usami recognised as a warning, despite how much more it excited him. He pulled his lip between his teeth, holding onto the black trousers for dear life. Tsurumi held entirely still, until the man beneath him exhaled shakily. Then he pushed back in.
“ Fuck! ” Usami groaned, tilting his head back and nearly choking on his own drool. Everything was burning. He never felt better in his life.
He arched his back into and away from the pain, desperate to keep it for longer than just a moment. It seemed like a futile endeavour, until the soft clang of metal brought his attention to Tsurumi’s hands.
The clasps were threaded out of the needle carefully, letting his skin snap back to his body. A moment of relief he hadn’t asked for, until Tsurumi took hold of the needle again and tilted it.
Usami felt like his nipple was about to fucking split and his dick about to burst. He started begging for something, anything, from Tsurumi and hoped to receive absolutely nothing.
As if Tsurumi was a child fascinated with the small handle of some mechanical gears, he angled the needle around, uncaring to the other’s sobs of pleasure.
Only when the curiosity seemed to wear off did he get the second of the pair of barbells and insert it.
While the first had passed without any apparent injury, the second bled just enough for the alcohol to sting when it was pressed on Usami with additional cotton balls.
He was shaking and panting, but nowhere near release. “Tsuru- Tokushirou, please- ”
Tsurumi hummed after wiping the small wound off the side of Usami’s right nipple and leaning back, inspecting his canvas.
“I’ll admit, I wasn’t entirely sure about this before,” liar . “But I must say they look quite wonderful on you.”
The compliment only had Usami writhing further. Goosebumps marked the path of Tsurumi’s hands on his torso, carefully avoiding his abused chest, until finally he reached backwards.
Though his seat on Usami had kept the bathrobe in place there, it had long slipped off of him on the rest of his body. It was no work for the man at all to find his aching cock and grab it in his fist, pulling another wanton moan out of him.
“Maybe I should pierce this too, what do you think?”
The thought alone made Usami’s eyes roll back into his skull as Tsurumi pumped him. Leftover drops of alcohol on his hand made the drag burn.
“Fuck, yes ,” the weight on him made it impossible, and still he tried to thrust upwards. “Pierce me everywhere- Force a wand down on me so I can’t even- without you-”
His words broke apart into whimpers, the pain in his chest still striking hard and the mental gallery of all the places Tsurumi could leave his marks on him blurred together until he finally came with a shout.
“I do hope these remind you to be faithful,” Tsurumi hummed as he lifted himself off of Usami’s hips, just to move up further to his face. His soiled hand was wiped on the bed unceremoniously, while the other undid the belt on his trousers.
If he wasn’t so exhausted, Usami would have begged him to sit right on his chest. But for now he settled for Tsurumi simply holding himself over his face, opening up wide for the weight of his cock on his tongue.
He tried to work up the energy to properly suck him off, but Tsurumi graciously held the back of his head and pushed down his throat instead. His chin and jaws felt cold with the spit spilling from his lips and if he wasn’t already sore from before, he certainly was going to be now. There was probably a joke to be made about how Tsurumi was ruining his job interview for Abashiri, but Usami focused more on enjoying the taste of the other as he silently spilled in his mouth.
“I have gone through a lot of trouble to get you employed in Abashiri, supervisor Usami. I got you a fake identity, a fake industry background and even housing. And you got yourself found out before you could get to their most valued assets.”
Tsurumi taps the back of his pen onto the desk faux-thoughtfully, and Usami nearly jumps out of his chair with each gentle clack . The band-aids on his nipples itch under his shirt. “Y-Yes, department manager.”
His stomach drops when he hears the man sigh loudly, putting down his pen. Each and every sound seems to echo in the four walls of the office.
“Well, that calls for a punishment, does it not?”
“Yes…”
Tsurumi pulls open the top drawer of his desk, unlocked this once. From it he presents a case carefully as if made of glass, and he opens it before Usami, before retrieving a bottle of disinfect as well.
Usami is ecstatic.
“Now then, supervisor Usami. Lock the door.”