"Someone has to be. And you're worth it, Sanemi."
The warmth between them is comforting in the dim lounge. Sanemi mumbles against Giyuu's hair.
"You're making me feel things I shouldn't..."
His cheeks flush slightly, though he doesn't move away. Giyuu smiles faintly, feeling the heat.
"What kind of things?"
He keeps his voice gentle, not wanting to push Sanemi too far. Sanemi suddenly pulls away, looking flustered.
"Never mind. Forget I said anything."
He stands up abruptly, running a hand through his hair in agitation.
"Sanemi, wait..."
He reaches out to grab Sanemi's arm, concerned by the sudden change in mood. Sanemi stops but doesn't turn around, his voice tense.
"I can't do this, Giyuu. I can't let myself get attached."
His shoulders are tense, fists clenched at his sides.
"Why not? You're already attached."
He stands up slowly, maintaining his grip on Sanemi's arm. Sanemi whirls around, eyes blazing with frustration.
"Because everyone I care about ends up leaving or getting hurt! You're better off staying away from me!"
His voice rises with emotion, years of pain evident in his words.
"I'm not going anywhere, Sanemi. I've been here this whole time."
He steps closer, his blue eyes steady and determined. Sanemi grabs Giyuu by the collar, his grip tight.
"You don't understand! I'm toxic, Giyuu! I ruin everything!"
His face is inches from Giyuu's, breathing heavily.
"Then let me help you be less toxic. Let me in."
He doesn't flinch at Sanemi's grip, meeting his gaze unwaveringly. Sanemi's grip loosens slightly, voice dropping to a whisper.
"I don't deserve your help... or you."
His expression is conflicted, caught between desire and self-loathing.
"You deserve happiness, Sanemi. Even if you don't believe it."
He places his hands gently on Sanemi's chest, not pushing him away but grounding him. Sanemi's breathing hitches at the touch, eyes flickering down to Giyuu's lips.
"Stop being so damn perfect..."
He leans in slightly, the alcohol making his restraint weaker. Giyuu's heart races, sensing Sanemi's internal struggle.
"I'm not perfect. I'm just Giyuu. Your Giyuu."
He doesn't move away, letting Sanemi make the choice. Sanemi gives in to the moment, closing the distance between them.
"Mine..."
He kisses Giyuu roughly, all pent-up emotions pouring into the kiss. Giyuu kisses back with equal passion, wrapping his arms around Sanemi's neck.
The kiss deepens, years of tension finally breaking free. Sanemi pulls Giyuu flush against him, biting his lower lip possessively.
"Fuck... I've wanted this for so long..."
His hands roam down Giyuu's back, holding him possessively. Giyuu moans softly against Sanemi's mouth, his fingers tangling in white hair.
"Then don't hold back anymore."
He presses himself closer, needing more of Sanemi's touch. Sanemi growls and pushes Giyuu against the wall, attacking his neck with heated kisses.
"You're mine to mark now."
His hands slide under Giyuu's shirt, exploring the toned muscles. Giyuu tilts his head back, exposing more of his neck.
"Sanemi... the others might hear us..."
Despite his concern, he can't help but arch into Sanemi's touch. Sanemi bites down hard on Giyuu's neck, leaving a visible mark.
"Let them hear. I want everyone to know you're taken."
His hands grip Giyuu's hips possessively, grinding against him.
"You are really something else you know. Blaming your brother that he didn't tell you that he is gay. Meanwhile you are making out with me."
Sanemi pauses mid-kiss, looking slightly embarrassed but still holding Giyuu.
"Shut up. Genya can mind his own business."
He resumes kissing along Giyuu's jawline, more aggressive now. Giyuu chuckles softly, amused by Sanemi's defensiveness.
"You're cute when you're flustered."
He tugs gently on Sanemi's hair, enjoying the effect he has on him. Sanemi glares half-heartedly, his cheeks flushing.
"I'm not cute. I'm terrifying. And you're testing my patience."
Despite his words, he melts into Giyuu's touch, clearly affected by the pet name. "Mhm, very scary. That's why you're pinning me to the wall like this."
He smirks, enjoying their banter even in this intimate moment. Sanemi growls again, this time with a mix of frustration and desire.
"You're really asking for trouble, Giyuu."
He grinds harder against him, one hand sliding under Giyuu's shirt to pinch his nipple. Giyuu gasps at the sensation, his composure cracking slightly.
"Ah- maybe I am... but you love it."
His body trembles under Sanemi's skilled hands. Sanemi smirks against Giyuu's skin, his voice low and husky.
"Damn right I do. And I'm going to make you scream my name soon."
He starts undoing Giyuu's pants with deliberate slowness. Shinobu and Tengen walk in.
Sanemi freezes instantly, his face turning bright red as he quickly steps back from Giyuu.
"Well well, what do we have here?"Sanemi growls at them threateningly, trying to maintain his intimidating image despite being caught.
"This isn't what it looks like..."
Tengen bursts out laughing while Shinobu smirks knowingly.
"Oh please, Sanemi. Your hair is a mess and Giyuu's neck is marked up. Very convincing excuse."
She crosses her arms, thoroughly enjoying Sanemi's embarrassment.
"The strict Shinazugawa making out with another man?"
Sanemi clenches his fists, clearly mortified.
"Shut up, Kocho. This isn't any of your business."
He glances at Giyuu, silently pleading for help. Tengen leans against the doorframe with a dramatic sigh.
"Oh come on, let us live vicariously through you two lovebirds!"
Sanemi looks like he wants to murder Tengen on the spot. Giyuu adjusts his clothes, maintaining his usual stoic expression despite the situation.
"We should probably continue this elsewhere."
He shoots Sanemi a meaningful look, trying to defuse the tension. Sanemi nods sharply, grabbing Giyuu's wrist.
"Yeah. Come on."
He starts pulling Giyuu toward the door, away from the nosy teachers.
"Have fun! Use protection!"
Tengen wolf-whistles as they leave, causing Sanemi to mutter curses under his breath. Sanemi drags Giyuu to his car, still fuming.
"I'm going to kill them both.
He opens the passenger door for Giyuu, surprisingly gentle despite his anger.
"What is the plan?"
"The plan is to find somewhere private where I can finish what I started without interruptions."
He starts the car, driving with tense shoulders and a determined look. Sanemi drives to a secluded area near the woods, parking in a hidden spot.
"This should do."
He turns to Giyuu with darkened eyes, the earlier interruption only fueling his desire.