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These violent delights have violent ends.
The bell at the front door rang clearly throughout the otherwise silent shop. It wasn't a busy day and he had no reservations, not to mention it was early afternoon on a Wednesday, which wasn't exactly a time people would visit— so it could only be one person.
"Darling, I'm home!"
Mitsuya sighed, closing the tab he was surfing for fabrics to raise his head. His glare did nothing to deter the smiling man from coming closer. "This isn't your home, Haitani."
"Oh? But you're here, so this is home, sweetheart."
Mitsuya looked away, not liking how the statement made his blood sing in delight, though the red ears were probably a dead giveaway. "What do you even want? I already had your latest suit delivered. Don't tell me you already ruined it."
"I'd never have one of yours ruined," Ran settled himself at the edge of the counter separating him from the other, crossing his absurdly long legs. His fingers began to tap rhythmically against the marble, smile growing into a smirk. "Though, I am not opposed to you ruining it yourself."
"And repair it myself as well?" A snort. "No thanks."
"Shame," a chuckle. "Well, I came for something else, anyway."
Mitsuya faced him again, brow arching. "What is it this time?"
"Boss is making me and my brother go overseas for a month, give or take, and I was hoping to get my month's worth of kisses from you."
"Good riddance then, and no."
The man had the audacity to pout and lean closer, looming over the designer. "After all my efforts to make us become closer, is that really all you have to say to me, doll?"
"I could shove a few pins in you, would that satisfy you?" Mitsuya flashed a sarcastic smile, tone overly sweet. Ran let out another laugh, fingers moving to trail up the other’s arm and leaving goosebumps in their wake. Mitsuya held back a shiver but Ran obviously felt the bumps beneath his touch, smirk widening. "You know what can satisfy me, sweetness. More specifically, who ."
"Ah, too bad, then." Mitsuya flicked away the hand rising to his shoulder, glaring harder. "Get out."
Ran raised both hands, chuckling. "Fine, a commission then. You wouldn't be opposed to that, would you?"
Mitsuya narrowed his eyes, sensing a plot but unsure of what it was. "What sort of commission?"
"A one of a kind Mitsuya Takashi design," the man grinned, flashing jazz hands before they began to wander again. "I want something special for when I come back."
"For what?"
"Nothing in particular."
"Why?"
A sly grin. "Nothing in particular."
The shorter let out a breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. When it came to this Haitani, it was better to get things over and done with rather than play along with the man's drawn out games.
"Fine," He opened the sketchbook app on his pad and looked back up. "What sort of design do you want?"
A shrug. "Like I said, one of a kind."
"And if I make you look like an ugly ass clown?"
"One, you wouldn't risk your reputation like that, and two, I'd still be able to pull it off."
"Good to know you're as arrogant as ever."
"A trait of mine you seem to like."
"Your ego is as big as the earth."
"Not as big as my—"
Three pins were positioned right over an acupuncture point that could cause paralysis. Mitsuya burned as he glared at the smiling man. " Behave ."
A wink. "Of course, darling."
Mitsuya dropped the pins and began massaging his temple. The man never failed to give him a damn headache. Luckily, Ran chose to stay quiet as he watched the smaller sketch out a draft of his commission, commenting small changes here and there. What they ended up with wasn't quite over the top, but it couldn't be called simple either with all the fine and hidden details. Dropping the pad onto the counter, Mitsuya waved his hand.
"The threading might be tricky and take some time if I hand it, but If you pay the rush fine I can get it done by the time you're back."
"Wonderful work as always, doll. I'll have the down-payment sent by tonight."
A nod. Mitsuya began reorganizing his pins for something to do. "Pleasure doing business with you, Haitani. Now that that's done, get out."
"Aw, don't be so mean, darling, I was about to go anyway. Just one more thing, though."
"What?"
No sooner had the word left his mouth was he being manhandled out of his chair and thrown against the wall, a large hand the only thing cushioning the impact on his head. Cool, minty breath danced over his face as droopy eyes darkened the more they looked down on him. Fingers carded through his hair before gripping the locks, the other arm wrapping around his waist and pulling him closer to the other. Ran was no longer smiling. "Did you really think I'd leave without getting a taste of you, doll?"
Mitsuya opened his mouth to retort but Ran quickly bent down to catch his lips in a fiery kiss that spoke of devotion, addiction, obsession, and possession all in one. It was like every kiss they've ever shared, demanding, passionate— all consuming.
"Reservation?" Ran managed to say between breaths, hands already roaming beneath the turtleneck Mitsuya wore.
The shorter gasped when he felt teeth bite hard on his bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood. "N—None."
"Good." Ran drew away for a moment, still close enough that when spoke their lips brushed. " Mine ," he growled, and dove in once again.
Mitsuya had tried not to want it, to want whatever they had. He had tried to stay away, but in the end, he was just a weak man.
And Haitani Ran enjoyed toying with weak men.
Mitsuya felt more than saw the other leave his side from where they ended up on the couch in the back room. Ran had left with a kiss to his forehead and the whispered words of 'Till next month, doll. I can't wait to see what you'll make for me'.
Mitsuya curled further into the blanket the other had covered him with once he had cleaned them both up. The scent of mint and smoke and blood and danger still clung to the cloth and Mitsuya couldn't help but bury his nose in it, hoping and wishing he could bury his stupid feelings as well. In a ditch, preferably.
Of all the people to fall for, and he had chosen the worst of them. He truly was a weak man.