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Adachi was on his way home from the office, he had stayed later with Dojima whilst they desperately tried to seek the identity of the person behind the murders taking place in Inaba. Well… Dojima was certainly desperate to find out the perpetrators identity; Adachi knew who it was all too well.
The Inaba air was crisp, and cold. Adachi shivered all the way home, mumbling repeatedly to himself how he was definitely bringing a jacket next time, especially if he was going to stay later. When not coated in fog- Inaba was, sooner than usual, becoming colder and darker.
Adachi reached his house, reaching into his pocket for his keys, and his heart sunk. “No, no, no… no… no!!” he exclaimed, stamping his foot and groaning to himself like a child. He’d left his keys back at the office. It must’ve been when Dojima asked him for a pen, and Adachi ended up taking out the entirety of his pocket as a result. He bumped his head against the door multiple times whilst groaning. He now had to walk all the way back to the office now, in this unbearable cold. He huffed, ran his fingers through his hair and began to make his way back there.
After what felt like hours (it had been fifteen minutes) of walking in this cold weather, Adachi reached into his blazer pocket and opened the station door. He rushed in and felt a wave of warmth come over him. Thank God for central heating. But wait… if the heating was on, that meant that someone was still here? Dojima said he was leaving five minutes after Adachi did, so who the hell was there?
But then, Adachi’s internal questions were basically answered… as he heard a loud groan and a bang coming from the back office, like something had fell over. He rushed back there, where him and Dojima had previously been and he sighed deeply with relief upon who he saw.
Dojima….
seated on the floor…
with a bottle of whisky in his hand.
Ah, so that’s what the thudding noise was. Dojima falling off of his chair.
Adachi sighed deeply, rubbing his temple, and couldn’t help but laugh a bit.
“Sir… you scared me half to death, thinking someone broke in here… what are you doing?” Adachi asked, furrowing a brow as he rushed over to him, and began to help him back up and onto his chair.
Dojima groaned, and shoved Adachi away. “I’m not that far gone yet…” he said, glaring at him as he stood himself up and got back on his chair. “I’m just over-tired…” he said. In reality, he was gradually getting drunk.
Adachi huffed. “Alright… if you say so…” he said, standing back up straight. “I just came here to get my keys… I left them here…” he said, as he leaned over to grab his keys that he’d previously left on the table. Just as he went to take his hand away, though, Dojima grabbed his arm. “Stay with me for a bit. I can’t go home yet. I can’t face them like this.” the older man said, and Adachi’s facial expression went from dumb-founded to softened as he sighed softly. “Okay, sir…” Adachi said, now sitting down in the chair facing his superior. Dojima rolled his eyes. “And just call me Dojima… Jesus, we aren’t on the clock here.”
Adachi nodded, “you got it, Dojima-“ he said, with a playful wink. Dojima rolled his eyes once again. “So why are you drinking so late, sir…? what’s wrong?” he asked.
Dojima began to pour whisky into a glass, then sliding it over to Adachi. “I don’t want a kinda-drunk me to be tellin’ my problems to a sober person. Drink up if you wanna know.” he said, to which Adachi stared down into the glass. Sure, he could just go home, but he did care for Dojima, and he wanted to know what was bothering him. “Okay…” he said, then taking sips of the whisky before him, eyes twitching from the strong taste of alcohol as he did so. Dojima laughed at the sight of it.
“How did a guy like you end up wanting to be a detective, Adachi?” Dojima asked, finishing off the rest of Adachi’s whisky as he could see his discomfort with drinking it.
“Uh… I guess I just always wanted to be the hero kind of guy who stops bad guys, you know? Well… that’s what I imagined this job would be like when I was a kid. Now, I’m not so sure…” he said, fake smile seething through his teeth. This guy was no ‘hero kind of guy who stops bad guys’, he was the bad guy, plain and simple. “What about you?”
Dojima laughed. “That’s a sweeter reason than mine.” he said, shoving a cigarette between his lips and sparking it up. Wow, Dojima actually speaking to Adachi in a decent manner for once? “I mean, I’ve been a detective for such a long time… but my uhm-“ he coughed slightly and took a deep inhale of his cigarette. “My wife’s… hit and run… really-“ he sighed deeply, “fucked with me…” he mumbled. He was so embarrassed to be speaking to Adachi in such a vulnerable way. He poured more whisky and quickly knocked it back to stop himself from feeling any kind of physical expression of emotion- but it was to no avail- his eyes began to well up with tears against his will.
Adachi noticed his eyes becoming glossy upon the mention of his wife, and he felt something he hadn’t felt in a while. Empathy. He felt genuine empathy for Dojima. “That must’ve been really hard…” Adachi said, softly.
Dojima shook his head, taking frantic drags of his cigarette. “You have no fuckin’ idea.” He said, his eyes remaining glossy… but he was not letting his tears surpass his optic prison. “I spent so much time looking for the fucker who did it…” he exhaled his cigarette smoke shakily, “and I’m ashamed at how much I wasn’t at home…” he looked down. Adachi had never seen him this vulnerable, and he didn’t know what to do.
“I’m sure that no one holds that against you, though! C’mon, you’re the boss! At home, they know how hard you work. You’re a good dad.” Adachi reassured to him, with a soft smile.
Dojima wiped his eyes and put out the remainder of his cigarette. “Thank you, Adachi…” he said, with a genuine smile shaping his lips. Adachi couldn’t help but reciprocate the smile.
“Now, c’mon, I think I need to get you home.”
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“I miss her so much.”
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“C’mon, Dojima-San, we need to get you home-“
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“I miss everything about her.”
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“Dojima-“
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“Every night… we used to have sex. Every damn night. You know how painful it is to go from that to nothing at all?” Dojima asked. Adachi was unaware of what to say… the conversation had went from one of pure vulnerability to talks of sex a bit too quickly, even by Adachi’s depraved logic. Dojima then looked directly at Adachi. “Who am I kidding… I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with a woman…” he mumbled, with a chuckle as he began to light up another cigarette.
Adachi glared at him now, his patience wearing thin at the mention of his unluckiness with women. “W-what? What the hell are you talking about? Of course I’ve been with women-“ he said. He was lying… “well, maybe not- directly… but-“
“Oh, you’re more into men?” Dojima teased, laughing, then leaning over with his cigarette in his mouth and smacking Adachi playfully upside the head.
Adachi’s face flushed red, he had no clue if he’d like men. His whole life had been fixated on trying to get a girlfriend… and how much he resented women at the same time. So why the fuck was he getting a semi?
“Take that as a yes then…” Dojima mumbled, blowing his cigarette smoke towards him.
Adachi coughed from the smoke, and stood up from his chair. “No- not fucking- yes-“ he said, now angered. “I just haven’t thought about it!” He exclaimed.
Dojima chewed down on his inner bottom lip. For some reason, with all of this talk of sex, and just how flustered and angered Adachi was getting… Dojima had gotten hard. He swallowed hard. Fuck. He felt himself getting a semi when he began to think about sex with his wife, but it had developed Into a boner the more he teased and saw Adachi getting flustered.
Lighting what would be his proclaimed ‘last cigarette of the night’, Dojima stood up, and looked down at Adachi, he shoved the cigarette into his own mouth. “You said you don’t know cause you haven’t thought about it, but you could think about it.” He said, “you could try it even…” he suggested, once again blowing smoke in Adachi’s direction.
Adachi coughed, groaned and glared “What the hell are you talking about?” Adachi asked, brow furrowed.
“You could suck my dick.” Dojima said. So unbelievably bluntly and suddenly. He was as coherent as ever, but the alcohol had made him more confident clearly. Adachi’s eyes widened greatly, and his semi was now anything but semi. “…Now-?” Adachi asked.
“Yes, now, you fuckin’ idiot-“ Dojima mumbled, face palming himself.
Adachi thought about it for a second… and then nodded quickly, he made his way over to the side of the table that Dojima was situated, and shoved the taller man back into his chair.
Dojima almost choked on his cigarette, “fuckin’ hell, Adachi- didn’t know you had that in you-“ he said, clearly previously underestimating his strength.
Adachi laughed, and even had a glint that Dojima had never seen before, in his eyes. What was this? was this the real Adachi? his depraved side was showing.
Adachi got onto his knees, then unzipping and pulling Dojima’s pants down quickly. Dojima simply kept smoking his cigarettes, feeling such excitement for that feeling of relief that he would get once again. The warmth of another human. He longed for it. And Adachi was perfect for him.
Adachi quickly began to suck on the tip, gradually working his way through his member, and taking more and more inches into his mouth. Dojima was fucking huge, and Adachi couldn’t fit all of him into his mouth.
Dojima leaned back and grunted slightly, cigarette in mouth. “Fuckkkkk… I would’ve had you doing this sooner if I knew you were so good at it…” he said, moaning slightly inbetween drags of his cigarette.
Adachi rolled his eyes slightly at the comment, and continued to suck, even taking the whole member out of his mouth, just to enter the tip again and swirl his tongue around it. He had no idea how he was so… good at this?
Adachi’s tongue was making Dojima’s knees weaken, even sitting in his chair. He grabbed a fistful of Adachi’s hair and began to thrust his head backwards and forwards on his cock. He could sense himself getting closer and closer to orgasm.
Adachi continued sucking, even humming slightly against it to create a vibrating sensation right on the tip.
It was at that moment, that Dojima tightened the grip that he had on the fistful of Adachi’s hair, and moaned louder than ever, “Fuck!” he exclaimed, reaching his climax and cumming right in his mouth. His cigarette fell out of his mouth from the pleasure, nearly falling on Adachi but missing him by an inch. “Fuck… sorry-“ Dojima mumbled, panting heavily.
Adachi parted away from Dojima’s member, and Dojima let go of his hair, Adachi had surprisingly swallowed Dojima’s ejaculate, which even Dojima was shocked about. It was then that, Dojima leaned over, and wiped Adachi’s mouth, planting a kiss on his head. Maybe it was the alcohol, or intense euphoria pulsating through his body talking… but he really loved Adachi in this moment.
Of course he’d never show that, though.
Adachi smiled at both the wiping of his mouth and the kiss on his head. He stood up, brushing himself off, “so, did I do a good job for a first-timer?” he asked.
Dojima nodded. “You did a really good job…” he said, laughing. “A bit too good of a job-“ he chuckled.
Adachi smirked, pleased with himself. He knew that he was going to be masturbating for hours when he got home…
“Come on now, Dojima-San. Let’s get you home.” Adachi spoke, with a warm smile.
“Mhm… sure…” Dojima said, pulling his pants back up, standing up, and beginning to gather his things together.
This night wasn’t the end of Adachi sucking Dojima’s dick ‘casually’. They did it every night. Like clockwork. Just like how Dojima and his wife used to do it. And Adachi fucking /loved/ it.