Ink

Apparently their movements were too rough against the desk that the inkbottle tipped over, spilling black fluid over the papers. Saitou frowned thus, but hardly slowed down his rocking.

Chuckling-moaning, Sano smeared his forefinger with the spilt fluid and tried to scribble along Saitou's shoulders.

"Keep still, old man, I'm trying to write on you."

"Ahou," Saitou grunted. Swiftly, he pulled out of Sano, flipped him over onto this stomach, and thrust into him again against the desk.

Sano grumbled as they rocked, inky finger scribbling furiously.

* * *

+

Nightmare

Sano woke up gasping and soaked in sweat, eyes wide in the darkness of the room.

"Stop tossing and get back to sleep, ahou."

Sano whipped his head sideways. "Hajime?"

Saitou turned over on the futon and faced Sano. "You were having a bad dream."

"...uhhyyeah. Man, that was shitty. ... Y-you wouldn't leave me, though, r-right, Hajime? 'Mean, not like I'd cry or...hah! Who'd miss your old ass, anyway..."

"Hn," and Saitou pulled Sano close.

Sano lay smiling in Saitou's arms the rest of the night, promising to smash major bones once the older man dared move a hair.

+

Hate

Saitou hated that he saw Sano everywhere he looked, the door... papers... cigarettes... above... below... even behind his eyelids. Consequently, he hated that he had to thrust his cock into his desk just to last the damned workday.

That night, Saitou hated the fact that he wasn't the tireless youth he once was and couldn't fuck Sano for a seventh straight time into the futon. He also hated how the kid taunted him, grin stupid and skin golden in the orange light.

Later, as Sano snored on his chest, Saitou hated to think this was possibly more than just lust, too.

"As your wife, Hajime, I demand to know:

...

do you love that boy?"

Saitou gritted his teeth, before turning finally. "Tokio --"

Suddenly a fist struck his cheek, snapping his face sidewise.

Saitou took a moment to compose himself. Then...

he retaliated.

"OW, fuckhead! You're not supposed to hit back!"

"Ahou," Saitou snarled. "She wouldn't hit me like that."

"She goddam would!" Sano barked, smirking despite himself. "You look guilty as fuck!"

"Hn. This is silly, that's enough."

"Fine, then. Do I let her in now??"

...

Saitou stared at the door. "No. Let's run that first one more time..."

Sanosuke opened his eyes and gasped to see the universe winding around him, stars swirling like petals in a tender breeze against a skyscape of purple and sapphire. Right in its center, were two brilliant amber eyes...

and...Saitou's face, unguarded, for once...and just

...beautiful...?

...

"Maannn..." Sano groaned, "did I have too much sake again?"

"No," Saitou smirked. "You're perfectly sober."

"... You're kidding me."

"Fucking."

"...What?"

"I'm fucking you."

Sano felt heat bolt through his body. ...Yeah, that would explain everything. He was drunk alright.

...

Whatever, man.

He pulled the beautiful cop down to him and ground back.

Sanosuke pulled away from the embrace, panting from another lengthy kiss. "...Saitou?"

"...Hm."

"My rent's due tomorrow. ...Erm, loan me 500,000 yen?"

Saitou snorted. "What d'you think I am, kind or something?"

"I'll pay you back, promise!"

"Hn. How?"

Sano pulled Saitou's hand down to his buttocks. "With this."

Brushing his fingers over the cleft of Sano's ass, Saitou smirked. "This isn't worth 500,000 yen."

"What?!!"

"This...

...is priceless."

Sano froze, a gasp slipping past his lips.

Then, he grinned at the Wolf and declared, "Okay, I'll take a blank check then. OW! -- the fuck you spank me for?!"

The first time Sanosuke caught it, he brushed it off. Ditto on the second, third, and next couple times. On the 50th-ish time, however, Sano finally snapped.

He stomped up to Saitou, demanding, "Why the hell d'you keep starin' at me?!"

The Wolf grunted. "I thought you'd get the hint by now. ...There's something on your face." Then he shot Sano a disgusted leer, before marching past him.

Chagrined at having thought Saitou was staring for another reason, Sano rushed to look in a mirror...only to find there's nothing on his face after all, except a pair of blushing cheeks.