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Sanemi bit back a wince when Inosuke started screaming in the bed next to his.
Shinobu made a small quiet motion, and Inosuke was shut up in moments.
That woman had some power, huh.
“I got the reports! And a donut,” Sabito threw the files onto an empty cot, much to Shinobu’s chagrin, but he ignored her sharp stare by shoving the entirety of his pastry in his mouth.
“You’re a bitch,” Sanemi said blankly, looking down at the gauze wrapped around his arm.
Giyuu walked in wearing his lab coat, and Shinobu left, giving him a look that Sanemi couldn’t read. Giyuu flushed and pulled his turtleneck up higher.
A gloved hand placed itself on Sanemi’s bare chest, feeling around for where his heartbeat was strongest.
“Giyuu and I had a question for you,” Sabito said, Giyuu nodding and sitting down on Sanemi’s bed, stethoscope placed in his ears as the drum was feeling Sanemi’s heart.
“I’m listening,” Sanemi really wanted Sabito to get to the damn point,knowing all too well that he wouldn’t get the report unless he heard that damn peach fucker out.
“So,” Sabito started, Giyuu pulling away and giving Sanemi a thumbs up, and taking off his lab coat to just be in his sweater. “There’s a mission that we’re doing together but we have an issue,” Sabito’s tone is serious, unlike him, always so chipper.
“You know the guys over at Natagumo? They fucked over a lot of the lower slayers, and their money comes almost solely from this... establishment.”
Giyuu comes behind Sabito and drapes his arms over his boyfriend’s shoulders, chin resting on Sabito’s head, Sabito’s stiff posture practically melting into Giyuu’s embrace.
“Mitsuri agreed to help already, by the way, so she’s gonna be with us too, at times.” Giyuu taps Sabito’s cheek, and Sabito takes the hint, going back to the point.
“You see, there’s supposed to be a visit, from their boss, a little kid, at best,” Sabito’s eyes darken, “and that’s the closest he’ll be to us before he leaves for Greece.”
Giyuu pulls out his phone and types quickly.
“Tanjirou and I already had an encounter with him, but there were too many casualties we had to risk.”
The robotic voice of Giyuu’s text to sound would never compare to the little of Giyuu’s voice Sanemi had heard, but he knows that Giyuu has good reasons to be silent.
“Where is he? Where’s Gonpachiro?” Inosuke butts into the conversation, and Giyuu smiles into his own hand before getting up and away from Sabito.
“We’re still on for...?” Sabito asks, and Giyuu kisses him as an answer.
With both Inosuke and Giyuu gone, it was just Sanemi and Sabito in a cold antiseptic reeking room, tension starting to thicken, Sabito’s expression so uncharacteristically dark.
“Mitsuri, Giyuu and I, we’ve taken up jobs at the establishment,” Sabito holds his chin, thinking. “And since we all have different jobs, we wait until after our shifts to talk,” Sanemi listens, knowing that cracking any remark wouldn’t be appropriate in response to the heaviness of the situation.
“Now with the kid coming in about three weeks, we have an issue.”
“I can’t tell you more about this unless you agree to join it, and in that case, it’ll be an extra fifteen grand or so in your paycheck,” Sabito’s hand plays with the ridges of his own scar, “and I know you’ve been meaning to get Genya that car he wants.”
“I’ll do it.”
Sabito looks at Sanemi, appalled.
“Great!” Sabito chirps, handing Sanemi the paperwork of his mission prior and grinning like a madman, exposing his surgically sharp molars. “The address is in your file, dress code is business formal, and bring money.”
Sanemi can’t get words out, looking at the address, but he doesn’t know why it’s so familiar.
“See you at 9PM tomorrow!” Sabito leaves Sanemi alone with his thoughts, the latter looking up the address.
Oh. That’s why it was so familiar.
“ Eros Strip Club; an expensive getaway for those with money to spare and lust for the beautiful .”
The Google description of it was cheesy, but he knew that it was scarily accurate, the dancers at Eros being extremely gorgeous, and money was thrown like garbage in that club.
Sanemi slumped back into the hospital bed, Giyuu coming back to retrieve something from the pocket of his lab coat- a UV pen.
Giyuu looks at him expectantly.
“What?”
Giving Sanemi a dry look, Giyuu looked around, and when he found nothing, he came and sat on Sanemi’s bed.
Placing his palm out, Sanemi took the hint and gave Giyuu his hand. Giyuu looked like he bit back a snicker, other hand rubbing Sanemi’s head.
“Hey- what the fuck?”
Giyuu scribbled something on the palm of Sanemi’s hand, and now that he focused on the touch, Giyuu’s hands were extremely soft and warm.
Pressing the button on the cap of the pen with a click, the UV light turned on, and Giyuu pointed it to the invisible words on Sanemi’s skin.
“It felt like you were Fuyu, sorry.
—>Are you joining?”
Sanemi processed it, and it made sense, because likely, Giyuu taught Fuyu about giving him her paw, and she must’ve gotten (good) head pats for it.
“Yeah, I’m joining.”
Something akin to mirth and mischief glittered in Giyuu’s pretty blue eyes, and he wrote something else.
“Excellent!:)”
-
“You look nice,” Sanemi has to do a breathing exercise when he sees Kanae in her baby blue bodycon dress, hair expertly braided into a crown, smaller and glossier butterfly pins embellishing the solid black of her hair.
“Thank you, but do you think Cosmo will like it?” Kanae spins a little, and all the minuscule specs of glitter on her sheer navy blue shawl looking like stars sparkling, only accentuating her gorgeous self even more.
“If they don’t, your gun is on your… left thigh?” He asks while rolling up the sleeves on his ivy green button down, halfway unbuttoned to expose the scariest of his scars (sans his face).
Kanae lifts her dress as she sits on the stool by the door, sliding on her navy blue heels, exposing the gun on her calf instead. “You were close, but I’m supposed to be sitting next to a guy that has an affinity for touching women without their consent, and I needed it at quick reach. Sadly, getting to my thigh would be far too much trouble, and it would only give him more of me to touch.”
“Can’t have that,” he slides on his dress shoes and kisses her forehead, admiring her one last time.
“No we cannot,” Kanae agrees, and melts into Sanemi as their lips meet, tinting his mouth with soft pink.
“Alright, one last thing,” Kanae pulls out her lipstick, the reddest one she owned, and applied it on herself before kissing Sanemi’s neck and collarbone. “Now you look perfect!”
“Pfft, sure,” Sanemi wipes the smudge on the edge of her lower lip and pats his pockets for his wallet, keys, and extra bullets.
“I’ll bring sushi,” Sanemi says, heading to his car, and she heads to the limousine at the road. “Stay safe.”
Kanae kisses him again, “you too.”
-
Walking into Eros was an experience, to say the least. Just in his first step, Sanemi could smell the reek of alcohol, paper bills, and sex.
It’s just past nine, and he looks around for- there he is, peach haired and smirking in a bartender outfit and a glass in his hands.
Sabito must catch his eyes, so he laughs at whatever joke the person in front of him was saying before pouring a mix of something , leaving a mix of liquids that catch the light if the ice in it spins a certain way.
Following the little “c’mere” motion Sabito passes him, Sanemi makes his way through the sea of expensive smelling cologne and alluring perfumes; careful to not step on the money on the floor.
“I can’t believe this is what your job is,” Sanemi takes a look around, seeing Mitsuri down the bar in a similar attire, with less buttons done, of course.
“We kill people for a living,” Sabito goes to pour another glass to someone who was begging for his attention, and Sanemi knows that the woman was giving Sabito her best bedroom eyes, bent over the bar top with just enough angle to give him a view into her loose dress, and still fails to hold his attention, Sabito sliding right back to Sanemi after he was done.
“And go to school, did you do your history? I wanna kill that bitch for assigning three chapters,” Sanemi thought long and hard before settling that he wanted a classic. “Rum and coke.”
Sabito hummed and poured him his drink, wiping a glass to busy his fingers. Sanemi looked at his appearance for another few seconds, observing each detail carefully.
His button down was straining against his biceps whenever he moved, and his waistcoat was hugging his form. He looked so casual, as if he did this every day; which he probably did, knowing that their mission had been going for at least a whole month now. Sabito also had his hair in a low ponytail, much like his boyfriend.
“Hey, wait, where’s Giyuu?”
Sabito laughed, and put the glass down, pushing Sanemi’s face so it was directed to the stage.
A beautiful dancer, wearing a white corset and tall heels, with various other suggestive garments, gripping the pole and spinning on it before rising, twisting their legs onto it and bending backwards, black hair falling to graze the floor. With their face visible, Sanemi could see the blue eyes and familiar features, red lips much darker than the poppy color Kanae uses.
Sabito starts to snicker under a palm.
“Is that…?”
Mitsuri comes to laugh at Sanemi’s face too.
The dancer rises and goes around again, whipping their head back to stare directly at Sanemi, a pink tongue licking their teeth as they winked.
“Yep, that’s Giyuu.”