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Eito sat at the war room conference table with his elbows resting on the glossy wood, absently rubbing his temple as he weathered the ear-splitting shrieks of the officers currently arguing around him. Takumi had called this meeting to address the breakdown of communication between their departments as of late, dozens of minor problems starting to compound into something serious. Futurans were no better than humans when it came down to it, it seemed—none of their department heads willing to take any sort of responsibility—and the childish finger-pointing that was happening now was clearly an indicator of long-festering resentment coming to light.
“We followed the approved routing plans,” Logistics was insisting, pointing across the table. “If the supplies arrived late, that’s because Transport reassigned vehicles without notifying us.”
“We reassigned them because Logistics overbooked the southern corridor again,” Transport snapped back. “We flagged that congestion three weeks ago.”
The deputy of Intelligence, working directly below Kamyuhn herself, was shaking her head to Eito’s left. “You both received the updated risk assessment. If you’d actually read them, you’d know that corridor was compromised. We told you to reroute.”
“You sent that update at midnight,” Logistics snarled. “With no priority flag, might I add.”
The officer who oversaw training sighed before cutting in. “Listen, while you’re all arguing about trucks, my officers are being pulled off rotations to compensate. We can’t keep adjusting schedules every time someone upstream miscalculates.”
“And we can’t maintain equipment if Training keeps pushing usage past recommended limits,” Engineering added with a glare in Training’s direction. “Two of the vehicles that broke down this week were overdue for service.”
“Well, if budgets hadn’t been slashed…” Procurement muttered as she wrote in her notebook, and several people started talking at once again. Eito looked helplessly at the general, who sat silently at the head of the table, listening to the overlapping voices for a minute more before finally putting an end to it.
“Enough.”
He didn’t even raise his voice, yet the arguing died down quickly, everyone turning in Takumi’s direction. A chill ran down Eito’s spine at the effortless display of power.
“Logistics, you were correct to follow the approved routes. You were incorrect not to confirm changes with the recipients of those supplies once delays exceeded tolerance thresholds.” General Sumino turned unyielding blue eyes on the head of Transport. “And you reassigned vehicles without coordinating with the parties who would be affected. You won’t do that again. You’ll escalate before acting.”
“Y-yes sir,” the officer lowered his head in deference, looking a little embarrassed.
Takumi directed his attention to the young woman working for Kamyuhn. “Your assessment was sound. Your delivery was not. Critical updates get flagged as such.” She turned red and nodded, lowering her eyes back to her notebook.
The head of Training began to interrupt again, but he was silenced by a lift of Takumi’s hand in his direction. “I’ll see that you receive stabilized schedules by end of day, Captain. Until then, freeze nonessential rotations.” He pointed to Engineering, “And you’ll get your maintenance windows implemented the way they should be. I’m reallocating resources across departments to make that possible.”
“B-but, General—” someone began, and Takumi silenced them with a single look.
“This isn’t a debate. This is a correction. Have I made myself clear on what is expected from each of you going forward?”
“Yes sir,” everyone in the small room intoned, and Eito had stars in his eyes as he watched it all happen. Just like that, the meeting was done, department heads sulking out of the room back towards their respective offices to issue updated orders per Takumi’s command. Eito hadn’t even needed to speak. Takumi tossed him a “can you believe this bullshit?” look as the room emptied, closing his own leather-bound portfolio and rounding the table to meet him near the door, refraining from speaking his thoughts aloud while they were still in earshot of several other people.
“I’m sorry for pulling you away from your work for that. I thought it would be way more complicated and I’d need your brain.” Takumi sighed as they stepped back into the hall.
“No apology necessary.” Eito sounded a bit breathless, hopelessly turned on by Takumi’s competence. “You were amazing back there.”
Takumi gave him a questioning look as they made their way to the stairs, knowing perfectly well what Eito sounded like when he wanted him. “…Oh, did that do it for you?” He teased with a smile, reading between the lines. “You got to watch me lay down the law?”
“You’re smiling like you think I’m messing around.” Eito caught the door handle to the janitorial closet on their way towards the dining hall, dragging Takumi into it and closing the door in one smooth motion. Takumi gasped, startled, stumbling in the darkness and trying to get his bearings before Eito’s mouth was on his, hungry and insistent as he held his general’s face with both hands. Takumi didn’t resist it, closing his eyes and moving his hands to grasp Eito’s waist, ending up pinned to the door as his lieutenant pressed himself closer, harder, deeper. There was something exciting about kissing him total darkness like this, highly attuned to every little sound and hitch of breath, feeling Eito’s body beneath his hands rather than seeing it as he eagerly sought Takumi out for more.
Eito couldn’t possibly make it all the way to bed with Takumi like this. He needed to at least take the edge off right here and now. Have I made myself clear? kept echoing in his head, seriously considering fucking something up on purpose so he could get a scolding like that from the general. He moaned breathlessly and tilted his head back as Takumi moved his lips down his neck, hands sliding from Eito’s waist down to his ass as they held each other close. “You’re incorrigible,” Takumi growled in his ear, and Eito visibly shivered.
“God, I love it when you use big words.”
“These closets are not private,” Takumi reminded him, kissing Eito’s lips again. “You couldn’t just take me upstairs?”
“Dick’s too hard to walk that far,” Eito sighed in response, wrapping his arms around Takumi’s neck and locking their mouths together, pressing himself as close as he could get. He wasn’t kidding—Takumi could feel it against his hip—moaning low in his throat as he wordlessly encouraged Eito to grind on him. He loved it when his lieutenant’s self-control failed him. He would happily let Eito make a mess in his pants in a broom closet for him.
Eito sighed as Takumi pressed a thigh between his legs, submitting to his tongue in his mouth as he rocked his hips forward for more friction. Takumi was such a good kisser. As far as Eito knew, anyways. He controlled the kiss just as effortlessly as he commanded everything else, bringing a hand up to cradle Eito’s jaw as he set the pace, and Eito couldn’t get enough. He might have been the one pinning the general to the door, but he was definitely not the one in charge. Eito wanted to feel Takumi’s dick against his when he made out with him, dammit—cursing their height difference and having half a mind just to pick Takumi up when the door swung open from outside, sending both of them crashing to the floor. It was a bad fall, clumsy and ungraceful as they spilled out into the hallway, Takumi groaning in pain as his body hit the hard ground. At least he broke Eito’s fall, who sprawled on top of him.
“What the hell, man?!” someone was shrieking, and Takumi squinted up at Gaku as his eyes re-adjusted to the light. He was dazed for a moment, disoriented and distracted by pain, but he eventually realized what had just happened and scrambled out from under Eito as fast as he could, his face as red as Gaku’s.
“Fuck, sorry…! Gaku, I-I—“
“Do you need something?” Eito was still on the floor, half sitting up and glaring at Gaku with the kind of contempt he usually reserved for his enemies on the field.
“Yes, I need something! I need a freaking mop to clean up a spill in the dining hall!” Gaku could barely look either of them in the eye, his face burning as he hastily grabbed the mop bucket and dragged it out of the closet. Takumi grabbed Eito by the bicep and dragged him onto his feet as well, but he still very much looked like a guy who was just making out with somebody in a storage closet, and Takumi probably looked no better. “Don’t you guys have more important things to be doing?”
“Well, before you so rudely barged in—“ Eito began, and Takumi smacked his arm to shut him up, utterly mortified.
“Y-you’re right. We do. I’m sorry again, Gaku!” Takumi dragged Eito away by the wrist before he could say anything else, hastily retreating back to the stairs and speaking in a harsh whisper once they were out of sight. “Oh my god, I’m gonna kill myself… fuck, he’s going to tell everybody about us!”
Eito blinked at him in disbelief. He wasn’t offended by the fact that Takumi wanted to keep their relationship a secret, understanding the advantages of doing so from a leadership perspective, but he hadn’t realized Takumi didn’t know that ship had long sailed. “Respectfully, General, I truly could not give less of a fuck about him. I think you should be more concerned about getting me back to your room without more people seeing me like this.”
Takumi’s gaze dropped down at Eito’s words, eyes widening. “God of the planet, Eito…!” His voice was a harsh whisper, unpinning the long crimson cape from his shoulders and shoving it into Eito’s hands, the fabric draping far enough down to cover his lieutenant’s prominent erection as he carried it. “Get your ass upstairs now. Any more funny business and I’ll make you regret it.”
“Yes sir,” Eito smiled back, his tone suggesting that Takumi’s threat wasn’t a deterrent in the least as he continued walking with the cape draped over his arm, Takumi following close behind.