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For all the perilous situations the officers put themselves in, working at the Tokyo Metropolitan Police really did not pay as much as one would expect.
Hayato Yagyu never had such lofty hopes that he’d make it rich there, and the salary wasn’t the reason why he joined anyway, but he couldn’t survive on ideals and good deeds alone.
He needed food on the table and a roof over his head.
He’d lived enough time without either in the past, thank you very much.
So he wasn’t above taking odd jobs on the side, if the opportunity presented itself.
He had a variety of skills that he could put to good use, and a decent enough reputation that folks would often come to him for help.
If the pay was good and the deed not too dirty, sure, he’d do it.
There had been one request however, that he would never be able to forget, for better or worse.
It all started during a particularly tricky drug smuggling case, in which he had been tasked to investigate an adult video studio, suspected to be involved in this mess.
His superiors chose him for his usual composure, trusting he’d handle this delicately, and that he ‘wouldn’t let his lower head do the talking like the other morons’.
…Had they been aware of his private interests, they likely wouldn’t have sent him.
But he was an expert at concealing his deeper thoughts from the public, so it wouldn’t have mattered either way.
When he got on site, the studio founder denied any ties with the criminal groups, but he claimed he’d seen them around enough times to have good intel to share.
The guy looked like a total sleazebag, but he was cooperative, and Yagyu’s brief check-up of the place didn’t tip him off about anything suspicious.
Yagyu was confident he had this in the bag, until the other man offered even more information - as well as a nice stack of cash - for the most baffling gig the detective had ever been asked yet.
Starring in a porn video.
A gay porn video where he would be ‘handled’ by several other men.
It took Yagyu a good minute to process the nonsensical plan he’d just been told.
The studio head was a hundred percent serious about asking a middle-aged policeman -that he had never met before- to get screwed on camera for their mutual benefit.
‘There’s this parody of a popular manga we wanted to do, you see, but no actor here matches the main character’, the man told Yagyu.
‘You look a lot like him, though’, he added.
Right, that explained everything!
Not!
Were they even allowed to make this? What was it called, ‘copyright infringement’?
It wasn’t Yagyu’s job to worry about these laws, but if it was illegal too…
'I don’t ask this to anyone who passes by, mind you, I know most guys would get a bit…violent. But you looked like you wouldn’t blow up, so I took my chance’, the studio founder said, very proud that his assessment of Yagyu’s temperament was correct.
Unbelievable. Just fucking unbelievable.
Yagyu respected the profession, of course. His life outside of his job would be so much duller without the valiant efforts of sex workers. And he’d be lying if filmed intercourse wasn’t one of the many kinks he was secretly into.
Acting in a real porno though…?
More importantly, he just couldn’t do it, could he? He was a goddamn police officer.
Even if he had no interest in keeping his personal image clean, his superiors wouldn’t let this fly.
But would they accept it for the sake of an investigation?
The information that man held could be the breakthrough they were all seeking, and if it was not, at least they would have exhausted every lead possible.
And the pay offered was indeed impressive.
Yagyu was far from irresponsible with his finances, but it had been rough, he had to admit.
Emergency expenses, one after another, with the cost of living in Tokyo only going up each year while his shitty salary stagnated.
He’d survive regardless, but that money would make his life a lot more comfortable for a while.
Wait, wait, wait, wasn’t he forgetting the most critical thing here?
It was gay porn! Sex with other men! On the receiving end of…whatever it would entail!
Professional actors could pretend to be anything on camera, but he was your average Joe, and he was straight.
He had no ill thoughts toward homosexuality, but it wasn’t for him, period.
…He did check out videos of that nature in the past, but it was a passing curiosity, nothing more.
Can’t claim to dislike something without knowing it, right? Although he didn’t dislike it…
But it wasn’t for him! It would never be! Nevermind the weird excitement he felt in his guts at the prospect!
‘So, are you in or not?’
Yagyu’s mind was a maelstrom of conflicting opinions, a mental cacophony where his pride and his personal interests kept outtalking one another.
Where did he go wrong in his life? To be offered this job? And for it to make his brain race like that?
Yagyu took a deep breath, and gave his answer at last, too ashamed to look the other man in the eyes while he spoke.
‘Fine, whatever.’
For all of his initial apprehension, the recording went a lot better than Yagyu expected.
That gutsy studio lead might have been a cutthroat businessman with his customers, but he was more than fair with his own employees, and Yagyu wasn’t left needing anything.
His co-stars had been very respectful as well, though whether or not they were too intimidated by the older cop to act otherwise, Yagyu couldn’t tell.
The act itself was…He didn’t want to think about it.
He did what was asked of him, and that was that. A once-in-a-lifetime experience.
And if his brain and his gut wanted to bring it up again for whatever reason, he’d just have to ignore them both.
But now came the most terrifying part of this ordeal: distribution.
People were going to see this video. Presumably, they didn’t record the whole thing just for their boss’ sick amusement.
Folks would watch Yagyu get fucked, and might even pay for it.
And the light make-up he had on (one side of his hair dyed with white hairspray, and a fake scar painted on his face) wouldn’t be enough to keep his identity secret. Anyone who knew him would recognize the man instantly.
That was a risk he had agreed to. But he couldn't help feeling nervous about it.
So when the studio founder met with him again, with the rest of his pay and ‘exciting’ news about the video’s success, not even the sweet smell of cash could quash his anxiety.
How popular was it? How many views did it get? And how many had bought it?
The other man tried to put him at ease, with technical words Yagyu didn’t really care enough to remember.
‘Limited-time run’, ‘premium’, ‘digital scarcity’ and whatever else; Yagyu had no interest in how the studio ran its joint, but if that meant less people saw him butt-naked on camera, then all the better.
The businessman left him, satisfied with the whole transaction, with the promise that he’d be back with residuals, were they to sell the video again.
Yagyu watched him go on his way, his discomfort only growing further the more he thought about the man’s last words.
No, he had made his choice. He got both the money and intel he wanted.
Why dwell on decisions he couldn’t revert anyway?
It was back to his sad, normal days for him.
‘Tch, ‘normal’ my ass.’
Date was laying on his couch, contemplating the absurdity that had been his previous life.
It was quite silly that this one memory stuck out to him above everything else he’d lived through, but Date hung onto anything that the person he was now could relate to.
The rest was alien. Cold. Dead.
He recalled the third time he spoke to that man.
The booming voice coming from his phone, enthusiastically telling him about his video’s second run, and the exorbitant amount of money he would receive from sales’ residuals
While Falco was standing in front of his latest victim, the red stains on his dark suit fresh and the nuzzle of his gun still warm.
There wasn’t anything funny about it, but Falco still felt like laughing to tears.
He’d been so fearful about his pride getting tarnished from screwing on camera back then, and yet here he was, selling his body in even more depraved ways.
That would be the last clean money he’d ever make in his life.
He’d been barred from digging into his past for six years, and now that the barriers were lifted, sometimes he wished he could forget all over again.
Even the lovely moments he had spent with Hitomi and Iris were agonizing to think about, and on his worse days, they were more painful to remember than all the blood Falco had spilled.
His affection was still there, years after, but it didn’t feel wholly his.
The man she loved might have died long ago, and the thought terrified Date.
Had he rejected Rohan’s demands…
Had he sought another way out…
Had he never switched with Saito…
All too late. So many paths he could have walked, and he chose self-destruction at every turn.
He’d have to live as one man and a half from now on, and he has no one to blame but himself.
‘I should have been a fucking porn star instead…’
It took Date’s entourage a while to get used to his new appearance.
Boss and Pewter had known the truth for the start, but it was a very sudden change for Mizuki. The poor girl had already suffered so much, Date was worried that seeing her last caretaker as a completely different man would be the last straw.
She took the news with a lot of courage and maturity though, assuring him that as long as it was still Date inside, she didn’t care what he looked like.
Date himself wasn’t convinced he was still the same, but if it was enough for her, then he’d be content as well.
Then came the matter of the other Psyncers, and one newer recruit in particular.
They had only known each other for two or three months, but Date could tell Ryuki had gotten somewhat attached to him. He seemed to admire his senior’s dedication and strong sense of justice, despite his bouts of silliness.
Reminiscing on the moments they spent together had been difficult as well. Very much so.
All the inspired speeches he gave to his good subordinate, what did they amount to now?
Preaching all that shit about honor and helping the weak, when he’s had an assassin inside of him all along. Fucking bullcrap.
Ryuki was still in the dark about everything. Boss had strictly prohibited any party aware of the facts to spill the beans.
He hated violent criminals. Finding out ABIS was hiding one, the superior he trusted so much moreover, would no doubt break him.
Were he scorned enough to retaliate in some way, it might tear this entire organization apart.
Date didn’t want to lie anymore, but that was their only option.
It hadn’t been easy, however. Ryuki might have no idea what had transpired, but he must have felt the shift in Date’s attitude. Nevermind his face, the man he used to look up to just wasn’t the same one standing in front of him.
Ryuki had been avoiding one-on-one talks with Date ever since the New Cyclops Killings case had concluded. He looked strained, uncomfortable whenever he had to spend more than a minute with Date, refusing to meet his gaze and making tons of excuses to not have to discuss anything with him.
…Ryuki didn’t know, did he?
He might not recognize him anymore, but surely that reaction was a bit excessive?
Date was still his coworker, and Ryuki wasn’t the type to ignore his peers like this.
But if he had suspected anything about Date’s past, then why wasn’t he confronting any of them about it? He’s never been afraid to talk back to his bosses about their moral wrongdoings before.
And the way he brushed off Date…
Ryuki was acting like he had committed a crime, and was trying to escape Date’s scrutiny out of guilt.
It went on for two weeks, until Date couldn’t bear it anymore.
Peace would never come back to this damn office if that blockhead kept running away.
He’d have to force Ryuki to face him, one way or another.
- Ryuki, we need to talk. Now.
Date caught Ryuki one morning, while he was getting himself some coffee at a vending machine in the office.
Ryuki was staring at anything but him, the paper cup in his hand trembling slightly.
- What is it, Mr Date? I’m busy at the moment, so if you don’t mi-
- The hell you are! I know you’re there twiddling your thumbs until Boss gives you something to do!
Date grabbed Ryuki’s shoulder and turned him around, but Ryuki obstinately refused to look at him.
- What do you need…?
- I need to know what’s going on with you! Stop fucking off every time you see me! If you’ve got a problem with me, speak up, for fuck’s sake!
Ryuki didn’t reply. His eyes were darting around, seeking something, anything…
And before Date had time to react, Ryuki freed himself from his grasp, threw his cup at Date who narrowly avoided it, and dashed toward the nearest exit.
- Oh you little motherf-COME BACK HERE!
Ryuki was a quick bastard, but Date knew the building a lot better than him.
And he was determined to end this once and for all.
It did take a mad dash through several floors, almost tripping in two flights of stairs, and all of his energy to catch that critter.
But at last, Date cornered Ryuki at a dead end his target didn’t anticipate.
Date was out of breath, barely feeling his legs anymore, but he gripped Ryuki’s wrist as strongly as he could afford to.
- Alright, aah…you fu…fucking, aaaah shit…
- Mr Date…? Are you alright?
Ryuki’s own breath was heavy, but he looked far more composed than his poor senior.
Youth and their stupid stamina…
- Whose fault is it th-…! Ah, can’t even yell, ffffh…Just don’t, don’t run away…
Date’s pitiful state appeared to have halted any further plans to escape, at least.
- What do you want from me?
Date took a few seconds to recover before angrily replying.
- I already told you, I wanna know what the hell is wrong with you!
- Nothing! There’s nothing wrong! I’m just…trying to get used to your face…
- By avoiding me anywhere I go? You think I’m an idiot?
Ryuki grimaced, trying to get Date’s arm off him.
- You’re not going anywhere, Ryuki. You will tell me what’s wrong, and NOW.
Ryuki paused, honestly considering Date’s demand. But he sighed and shook his head.
- Mr Date, there’s really nothing I can tell you. I realize I may have been acting a bit rude-
- A bit?
- Alright, very rude, and I will do my best to correct my behavior! But give me some time, please.
Ryuki was sincere, Date could tell.
And he could believe that Ryuki would make a serious effort from now on, and that things would slowly but surely go back to how they were.
But the fact remained that something was off. And the more Ryuki tried to hide it, the more Date felt compelled to discover what exactly it was.
As if he could sense Date’s main motivation had turned a lot less noble, Ryuki’s expression went from apologetic to annoyed.
- What do you hope to achieve by hounding me like this?! Telling you why will help neither of us, and it won’t certainly make me face you any better! I beg you, just let me go!
- No.
Ryuki growled, and took advantage of Date’s brief moment of inattention to switch their positions and pin his arm to the wall.
The shock of this sudden reversal made Date breathless again, and he let out a pained groan as his back hit the hard surface behind him.
- Hng…! Why can’t you just…aah, why can’t you tell me…?
It took a bit for Date’s head to feel less woozy, a moment during which Ryuki was strangely silent, and not attempting another breakout.
And once the world around him finally stopped being a blur, Date saw what was going on.
Oh, Ryuki was looking at him alright.
His eyes were wide, unblinking, unable to look at anything but the man in front of him, despite having avoided him until now.
His mouth was half-open and frozen, whatever argument he was about to make having died at the same time his brain had shut down.
His face was nearly as red as his left eye and covered in sweat, as if he was only now feeling the after-effects of their little race.
Out of some mysterious instinct he couldn’t explain himself, Date looked down.
Well. Ryuki’s temperature wasn’t the only thing that rose up.
- I…I, hum…haha, heh…
- Ryuki?
- I…
Ryuki jerked backwards and sprinted through the corridor again.
- SORRYIHAVETOGOSEEYOUBYE!
Date watched him run, dumbfounded. He wasn’t ready for another pursuit yet, but he had a hunch he wouldn’t need one.
With Ryuki’s current predicament, there weren’t many places in this building he could flee to.
And sure enough, Date found his coworker in the nearest restroom, washing his face repeatedly and whining about something to his partner Tama, who was sitting a bit further away from the sink to not get splashed.
Date assessed the situation for a few seconds before revealing himself.
So, Ryuki found Date’s real face really hot. So hot, that he couldn’t bear to look at it, and he had been averting his eyes out of shame.
That would be quite flattering, Date admitted. But he had a hard time believing that was all.
If it was just a very intense sexual attraction, then Date would have figured it out immediately. Even without his keen sense of deduction, Ryuki was an awful liar. He wouldn’t have been able to conceal it, to Date or anyone else.
And yet, until now nothing had tipped Date off that this could have been the reason for his erratic behavior.
It had to be connected, but it wouldn’t be this simple.
Whatever had happened earlier for Ryuki to get this bad of a reaction?
What could have been the trigger for it?
Satisfied with his theories for now, Date stepped inside the restroom and called out to Ryuki.
- You’re not jacking off?
He heard a tiny yelp, then a resigned sigh.
- I would never do that at my workplace…It will go away on its own.
- Why not? I do that sometimes, it’s fine if you clean up after.
Ryuki shot him a disapproving glare before going back to his face-washing business.
Huh, so he could look at Date without immediately pitching a tent. His face alone wasn’t enough to get Ryuki in a frenzy then.
- Listen, I can see why you didn’t want to tell me about it, but what’s the point of hiding it now?
- Hiding what…?
- Why you keep running away. There’s something else, isn’t there?
Ryuki turned off the faucet and dried himself up without uttering a single word.
Fine, if he wanted to be a coward, then Date would have to play dirty.
- Tama, why is Ryuki acting like this?
Ryuki scoffed.
- Like she would tell you anyth-
- It’s about your porn video.
- TAMA?!
Tama looked at her distraught partner and shrugged.
Right, Date’s porn video.
Well, Yagyu’s, really.
He did think about it a while ago, funny that.
…Wait, what?
- Ryuki, you…
- I, I don’t know anything about that! I don’t know why Tama said that!
No way.
An idea lit up in Date’s brain. He scouted his old memories for anything he could replicate from that one video, right here without getting too obscene.
- Hey, Ryuki.
- What now?!
Date slowly opened his mouth and put his index and middle finger in it.
He touched his tongue briefly, then took his fingers out delicately, holding them out in front of his face like he was marveling at what he pulled out of his mouth.
Or, as was the case back when he shot that scene, at what had gotten inside of it.
Date didn’t even get a chance to look at Ryuki’s expression before he turned on the water again, this time at maximum force, and put his entire head under the blast with zero hesitation.
No fucking way.
That was the trigger?
Did he condition his own goddamn self by watching Date’s porno too many times?
What was he, Pavlov’s Pervert?!
After a few minutes of Ryuki trying to drown himself in this tiny sink and failing to do so, he gave up and closed the faucet.
He was completely drenched, his hair strands sticking to his face like a sad wet dog left under the rain for too long.
- So it was the video, eh?
Ryuki gave a pathetic whine, and started rinsing himself with a towel Tama kindly brought him, before putting her back into his eye socket.
- I had no idea it would be yours! I swear! I watched that video for the first time years ago! I couldn’t imagine you would be my…ah, damnit, why me...
- Years ago?
Date did some mental math.
When he starred in that porno, shortly after all hell broke loose, he would have been thirty-two years old or so.
But then Ryuki was…Oh no…
- How, how old were you when…?
- Seventeen…
Oh, it would match the timing of the video’s second run, and the payment he got from residuals.
That was fine then.
No, no no that was bad! Very bad!
Seventeen was still too young an age to witness the degeneracy contained in that footage!
How much did it mess up with this poor teen’s head?!
- Age warnings are on websites for a reason, y’know...
- Oh please , as if you have never lied about your age…
He had, but he wanted to play the part of the responsible authority figure for once.
Maybe out of shame for having traumatized this brat with his old man’s ass.
- But looking at dudes a decade older having sex is kinda-
- Why are you bringing this up?! I-I don’t see why the age gap would be relevant!
Or what, would you rather have me see porn of other teens?!
Fair point.
- How did you find it anyway? And why the hell did you check it out?
Ryuki mumbled some swear words and scratched his soggy hair.
- I didn’t have anyone to teach me about these things, alright?!
There was no one at home or at school I could ask…I didn’t want to ask my brother either.
- So you looked it up yourself?
Ryuki nodded.
- Of course I already knew how it worked! But I…I had never seen the real thing. With real people. And I didn’t have anyone to, hum, experiment with…
- And porn was the first thing that came to mind?
- Yes…
- Okay, why that site though?
Ryuki frowned, not happy to recall his teenage years’ foolishness.
- Well I, I was so confused! Those ‘free streaming services’ all looked suspicious as hell…Again, I had no one to tell me which sites could be trusted!
Then I thought, maybe some AV studios had their own website? Anything reputable I could check without worry…and no illegal material…
- …You were actually concerned about ethics in porn?
- Urg…Laugh all you want, but it’s the truth! I can’t deny it!
Oh, this sweet, wet idiot.
Couldn’t even search up basic fucking erotica without dropping the model student attitude.
It was almost charming. Almost.
- I eventually found some sites with some free excerpts available. I was just looking at the more popular ones, but then I saw it…An adult parody of a manga I was a huge fan of…
Date winced.
Oh dear, he had completely forgotten about that.
- I was really upset at first! The original was such a formative series to me, I couldn’t stand to see my favorite protagonist being mocked, desecrated this way!
But…then I checked it out and…
Ryuki bit his thumb.
- I suppose that video was also formative, in another way.
Date really, really should have asked who that character was back then.
If he had any idea it came from a popular and beloved comic, he wouldn’t have agreed to it.
And he wouldn’t have forever soiled this teen’s pure image of his fictional idol.
- Were you even aware you liked men when that happened?
- I, I had a feeling, but I wasn’t sure. I think that also fueled this whole, ‘porn research’, but no way I would have admitted to it. I got my confirmation then, though…
At least he contributed to Ryuki’s bisexual awakening, that had to count as a good deed, right?
…Oh god did he make this guy gay?
- I searched for other videos with the same actors, but no luck. And nothing else I watched after managed to grab me as hard as this one, so it’s…it’s special to me. Saw it enough times that I can remember every scene from it…unfortunately…
- Eh, did I set your standards for pornography too high?
Ryuki didn’t look amused at all.
- I’m not sure this is something you should be proud of…
Oh, Date was absolutely mortified.
But he had to pretend he had a minimum of control over this utterly insane situation, otherwise he would just drown himself in one of the toilets here.
Pushing thoughts of self-asphyxiation aside, Date tried to get his focus back.
He truly did not want to drag out the matter more than he needed to, but he was too inquisitive for his own good.
- ‘Every scene’? So you saw the whole thing?
- Hum? Yes, why?
Date couldn’t remember all the details of the awful business plan that porn studio director had set up, but he was positive you weren’t supposed to see the entire porno on their website.
Didn’t Ryuki himself mention it just a few minutes ago? That there were only ‘free excerpts’ available?
- Where did you get the full movie?
Ryuki froze up.
- You didn’t pay for it, did you?
- Ah?! O-of course not! I just, found it, somewhere, haha.
- Which site?
- Uh, I don’t think it exists anymore…
- Alright, but which site was it?
No answer, besides the faint sound of teeth anxiously chattering.
- Fuck, you did pay for it.
Ryuki bursted in indignation.
- I keep telling you! I had no one to teach me about this side of the internet! NO ONE! How was I supposed to learn piracy?!
Not knowing how to pirate a minimum as a seventeen years old internet kid was kind of sad, in Date’s opinion.
But he could understand teen Ryuki’s thought process there: better get it the legal way instead of risking a nasty virus.
That video couldn’t possibly be more expensive than a good computer, right?
…Right?
- Ryuki, how much did it cost?
Silence again.
- How much.
Ryuki was desperately averting his eyes, and that never meant anything good.
- Look I just want to know, I’m not gonna get on your case for spending like, a thousand yen for porn, okay? We were all stupid with money when we were teens and-
- I paid 500 000 yen for it.
- EXCUSE ME?
Date got closer to Ryuki and tightly gripped his shoulders.
- I didn’t hear that right, did I? Those numbers are fake, right?
He started shaking that poor (emotionally speaking) sod.
- 500 000 yen, 3 300 dollars, 24 000 yuan, 200-fuck I forgot how much that’d be in real- but holy shit, what is your goddamn problem?!
- Li, like I said, I didn’t know-
- You don’t need a fucking diploma in computer sciences to know some guy’s hole caught on video is NOT WORTH the price of a used car! What the hell is wrong with you?!
- …and what if it was…
- Hah?!
Ryuki got Date’s hands off his shoulders, and threw him a glare that he probably intended to be intimidating, but it only came out as pitiful.
- Alright, I was a fool, I can’t hide it! And I still am! Tama told me that I had a weird concept of money compared to other people-
- Rich dumbass…
- You can call me that if you want, I don’t mind! But it still…it still mattered to me…
That kind of idiotic, bashful determination was a bit touching.
Or would have been, had it not been about a fucking porno .
Ryuki suddenly fell on his knees and started wailing.
- Damnit, why did you have to be my superior…and I was already…aaaah, I'm sorry...sorry...
Alright, Date had scolded him quite enough.
But right after his anger and shock wore off, a much more distressing fact flashed in his mind.
Ryuki bought this movie during Date’s-or rather, Falco’s- hitman days.
That porno scammed 500 000 yen out of this perverted brat’s pocket, and a good share of it went to finance the continued survival of an assassin working for Yakuza.
The same brat in front of him, now a full-fledged policeman who vowed to eradicate crime, looking up to Date as his role model of a lawful cop.
That entire conversation already felt like getting gut punches in quick succession, but this last blow might have Date down for good.
He couldn’t know. He couldn’t be allowed to know.
Nevermind facing Ryuki’s wrath if the truth got out, hs first gay experiences, his acquired taste in men, and fuck even his cherished manga would all get tainted if he knew!
…How the fuck did they even get in this situation? Which cosmic entity did they both piss off to end up here?!
Date sighed and offered his hand to Ryuki.
- Fine, I get it, I get it. That’s some fucked up coincidence, I give you that. But next time, just tell me, okay? Shit, I know it’s embarrassing, but don’t run away from me…
Ryuki sobbed one more time before getting up with Date’s help.
- Heh, well if I’m hard on cash one day I know who to visit now…
- Hm? Huh, okay?
Ryuki was dumbstruck for a few seconds, his cheeks taking on a pinkish hue, until the full implication of Date’s joke finally hit him.
- Wait. WAIT NO I MEAN-
- Wow. You took that seriously, huh?
- NO NO I JUST-
- Your work buddy jokes about whoring himself to you and you-
- I WASN’T THINKING ANYTHING I SWEAR I’M-!
He hid his face in his hands and let out a muffled scream.
- Stop teasing me, Mr Date…Urgh, I wish I was as composed as you.
Date was a top-class actor then, because there was not an ounce of composure to be found in his system at that moment.
That rollercoaster of a talk had already left him dizzy, but that last part got him in full panic mode.
First, he was oh so glad Ryuki was too caught up in his own embarrassment to ask himself why would Date even dare make that joke in the first place.
And second, he really forgot the most crucial information out of this mess, didn’t he?
Ryuki found him attractive. He had for a long while, before they even met.
And if that video had been the catalyst for his lust, then what did he want to do to Date…?
Date wasn’t so prejudiced toward gay people, that he’d fear Ryuki wouldn’t be able to keep his libido in check and would try something foul against him.
This puppy of man would sooner cut his own fingers than hurt his superiors in any way, so Date wasn’t concerned one bit.
But that desire was still there, wasn’t it?
What should Date do about it?
Nothing.
Nothing.
He would do nothing.
Why did he even think there was anything to do? That wasn’t his business.
Why should he care whether or not Ryuki thought him sexy, whether or not he was jacking off to Date naked on all fours whimpering and-
Actually, he never said what exactly was arousing to him in that video, did he?
Date simply took a guess based on Ryuki’s reactions, but he couldn’t confirm anything either way.
Perhaps it wasn’t Date himself, but what had happened in there that had him excited?
Perhaps he simply wanted to be held this way by other guys?
He was a shy and obedient boy after all. That would fit his personality, wouldn’t it?
His wet dreams didn’t have to be specifically about Date getting handled many times by several handsome younger men! There was still hope!
- Don’t worry, if I get some friends at home for ‘fun’ times, I will send you the pictures for free.
Ryuki was rosy-cheeked and lost in thoughts once more, but this time he was staring right at Date, a strange and dangerous glint in his black and red irises.
After an awkward pause, he turned his eyes away and scratched his neck.
- I told you…Don’t tease me, please...
It’s over! It’s so fucking over!
Divine punishment! It was divine punishment!
He had corrupted innocent people with his obscene behavior, and for his crimes against decency (among his many other offenses), he was sentenced to a lifetime of work with this covert freak who wanted his ass!
- …Anyway, let’s get out of here, we’re lucky nobody came in.
- Right!
Ryuki walked past him, pulled the restroom’s door and held it open for Date.
He still looked a bit uncomfortable, but he was already back to his old self, looking at Date’s face naturally like nothing had ever happened.
Tch, in the end he’s the one who recovered quickly from all that. Asshole.
- Huh? What’s wrong, Mr. Date?
Date grumbled to himself before leaving the room with Ryuki.
His boss sexually harasses him, the engineer sasses him, kids and AIs bully him daily, and now his coworker wants to do unspeakable things to him. Maybe.
Freaking wretched life he was leading there.
It was a hundred percent his fault, sure. But he would still complain about it.
‘Really should have stayed a fucking porn star…’