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The sound of riflefire, is a loud, distinctive crack that splinters and echoes, disturbing the peaceful afternoon walk that had become their routine over the last few years. It gave Eito a break from being around humans, and it gave Takumi a chance to be alone with Eito.
The single shot rings out, and before Takumi has a chance to throw himself to the ground, he's shoved to the dirt face-first.
Eito's carrying a more practical weapon at this point. He draws his sidearm and returns fire before the would-be assassin had a chance to reload. The flurry of bullets drops the person easily.
And Eito immediately drops his gun, and falls to his knees.
Takumi raises his head and opens his eyes to a pool of blood.
"Aotsuki?" Takumi calls.
"I'm fine," Eito says through gritted teeth. "It's just a graze." He grabs his arm and holds pressure.
"You got shot!" Takumi protests. He helps Eito to his feet. "You literally took a bullet for me." As he looks, he can see that it's clearly far more than a graze. There's practically a chunk out of Eito's arm and it's bleeding profusely through his gloved fingers. "We need to get you medical attention -"
"I said, I'm fine." Eito brushes Takumi away.
They stare at each other for a terribly long moment, before voices start yelling and they're swarmed by soldiers.
"I'm fine," Takumi says, "but Adjutant Aotsuki was shot and needs aid." Eito begins to protest but Takumi talks over him. "That is an order, Adjutant, so I would appreciate your compliance."
Takumi sees Eito bristle. That's not a tone anyone takes with him and lives. Anyone except for Takumi, of course. Eito allows himself to be whisked away. Takumi follows, while more soldiers deal with the dead gunman. They all seem to correctly assume that Takumi would rather be with Eito than handle that mess. Besides, it's hardly the first assassination attempt Takumi's survived. He'll lose sleep over it, but only for a few weeks. Less, if he can persuade Eito to spend the night.
He waits patiently outside the exam room while Eito is worked on. It takes the better part of an hour before a nurse pokes her head out, gently closing the door behind her.
"He's got about ten stitches, and he'll probably be out of fighting shape for a few weeks, but he'll live," she says. "And we gave him a loading dose of pain medication. He might be a little woozy for a few hours. Will you be able to keep an eye on him, General Sumino?"
Takumi sighs. "I mean, I'll have to. It's not like he'll let anyone actually qualified do that."
They let the rebellion at large believe Eito suffered from severe anxiety and some vague, unspecified illness. That wasn't exactly wrong but it was all the information needed to explain some of his… misanthropic tendencies.
The nurse nods and re-enters the room. A few minutes later she opens the door again, and this time Eito follows after her. He's wearing a hospital gown on his top half, at distinct odds with the lower half of his uniform. There's a big bandage wrapped around his upper arm.
"Adjutant, please remember, you should wear the sling once you get changed back into normal clothes… it'll be best for healing to keep that arm immobile," the nurse says, her tone pleading. Takumi can infer that Eito was not happy about that when he was first told.
He stands up and rubs Eito's non-injured arm. It's crossing the boundaries of professionalism, as they do often do, but the nurse has already vanished and likely wouldn't care.
Once they're out in the hallway again, Takumi speaks. "Promise me you'll never do that again."
"Do what?"
"Please don't play dumb right now, Aotsuki. If that bullet was just a little farther inwards, you would be dead," Takumi says. He's walking slowly to match Eito's pace - usually it's the opposite.
"Well, it wasn't," Eito says. "So it doesn't matter. Besides, I…" he trails off, considering his words. "It's my purpose. I'm… expendable. It doesn't matter what happens to m - "
Takumi shoves him against the wall. Eito doesn't resist.
"Stop," Takumi says. "I've told you before not to say that shit."
"Just because you don't like to hear it, doesn't make it any less true," Eito says. "At the end of the day, you're what matters. You're the public figurehead. You and Kamyuhn. And I - I am sure the others are still untrusting of me, after all this time. They would be glad to see me go in a way that was useful."
"Aotsuki. Shut up."
Eito scoffs. "Let me guess, is that an order, General Sumino? Will you have me court-martialed for speaking the truth?"
"You're out of line," Takumi says. "Honestly, you've been out of line."
"You don't have to lie about it, Takumi," Eito says quietly. "My feelings aren't hurt by that reality."
Takumi pushes harder against his chest. "I don't care what everybody else thinks. You're not expendable to me. I care what happens to you. And it hurts my feelings when you fucking say things like this."
"Are you going to go cry to your non-existent mother about it? No, no, you wouldn't cry to her, you'd cry to K -"
Takumi reaches up and grabs Eito by the neck with both hands before he has a chance to finish that sentence. Eito grunts, still not fighting back. Takumi almost wishes he would struggle.
One corner of Eito's lips turns up into a sneer. "Strike a nerve?"
His grip tightens but he doesn't say anything, holding Eito's gaze. He's sure his face is doing something ugly. Not that Eito would be able to tell.
"General! We're calling an emergency - " a soldier says, before interrupting themself upon seeing what's happening in the hallway they've barged into. "I'm sorry, ah, just, when you're done here, if you could - "
Takumi lets go. "No, I'm done here." He fixes Eito with another look and then straightens his uniform. "We're not done with this conversation, though, Adjutant Aotsuki. I expect you to rest in the meantime, but I would like to speak with you privately, in my room, this evening."
He sees the soldier's eyes flit between the two of them. Rumors of their involvement had been circulating for years at this point. Chances are he just threw an entire can of gasoline onto the fire with this.
The fact that Eito is very obviously hard doesn't help.
Takumi follows after the soldier, leaving Eito standing in the hallway, alone.
The evening comes very quickly after the debriefing, and Takumi takes his sweet time in the shower. He's covered in stress sweat and Eito's blood. Besides, if Eito is coming over, he needs to be as clean as humanly possible. Especially if Takumi wants his plan to work.
He puts on a clean uniform. His face in the mirror is gaunt - he's not sure when those dark circles under his eyes got so pronounced. He smiles at his reflection and it looks… manufactured, plastered on like a bandage.
He'd just sat down at his desk when there was a knock on his door. He knew, immediately, that it was Eito, from the pattern - he'd always done the 'shave and a haircut - two bits' knock, as long as it was a regular occurrence for him to come calling on Takumi at night.
"Come in," he calls. "It's unlocked."
The door creaks open and he hears footsteps stop just inside the door. He knows if he turns around, he would see Eito taking off his shoes before getting too far into the room. He also hears Eito lock the door behind him.
Takumi shuffles papers for a few minutes, ignoring Eito. He can feel the taller man's lilac eyes fixed on his back and can sense his growing restlessness like it was his own. Perhaps it is his own. He hears Eito clear his throat.
"Did you call me here to watch you, what, do paperwork incompetently as punishment? You can do better than that," Eito says.
Takumi turns around in his chair. Eito's wearing his sling over his casual clothes, his hair down completely. It's probably hard to put it up with one hand, Takumi thinks. Eito never wears his hair down. It's a good look for him. Takumi hadn't realized just how long it'd gotten until now, seeing it cascade in loose waves to just below his clavicles.
"I know I can do better than that," Takumi says. "But it's not easy, y'know? How do you punish someone who gets off on pain?"
Eito shuffles his feet.
"I can't spank you. I can't pull your hair. I can't use a crop on your back. So it takes a lot of effort to think of how to put you back in your place, Aotsuki," Takumi says.
"Any thought takes a lot of effort from you," Eito replies. He says it coolly, like insulting Takumi requires no additional work on his part. Considering their usual push-pull, it probably doesn't.
Takumi purses his lips. "Undress."
Eito crosses his arm across his chest, staring down at Takumi with a defiant look. "No."
"I wish you would listen," Takumi sighs. "You can be mean to me, talk to me however you want, I don't care. I'm used to it. It's why I love you. But you cannot be saying things like that. That you're expendable." He steps up to Eito. "Because you're not, not to me."
Takumi tries to pretend he didn't see Eito wince when he said the word love. It was something they said sparingly, but that didn't make it any less true. Eito had been the one to say it first, even. Maybe it's hearing it said so casually while he's being admonished that makes Eito avert his gaze and his face turn red.
"Can I show you my appreciation?" Takumi asks, reaching up again but this time grabbing Eito by the chin. "It'll be a punishment, too."
There's confusion on Eito's handsome face. He's weathered the last fourteen years much better than Takumi had, in terms of appearance. But he finally meets Takumi's eyes. "Yes."
Takumi stands on his tiptoes and steals a chaste kiss. "Good." He pulls back and his demeanor changes, more in line with the crisp white uniform he's wearing, more akin to his outward persona of General Sumino, war veteran and commander. "Now, I told you to undress. I'm not gonna tell you again."
"That's all well and good, General, but I am injured. On your behalf, no less. Perhaps you could help with your request," Eito says. The use of the title implies to Takumi that he's willing to play ball with whatever power play he's got in mind.
"I didn't tell you to take that bullet for me," Takumi says. "In fact, I'm pretty sure I've told you in the past not to try sacrificing yourself for me. So, you got yourself into this situation. You can get yourself out."
Besides, he got himself dressed, didn't he? Takumi thinks. He should be able to undress just fine.
Takumi watches with passive disinterest as Eito lifts the strap of the sling over his head and coaxes it off his arm. Eito's face is screwed up in pain, but after a moment the sling hits the floor. He unbuttons his shirt and slides it off his shoulder. Takumi can see the gauze bandage wrapped around his upper arm, the absorbent pad shadowed with blood despite the sutures. He wonders what kind of scar it will leave on Eito's pale skin. Once it's healed, Takumi intends to kiss it. He wants to feel the glass-smooth pink tissue under his lips. But for now, it'll remain safely covered.
Eito stalls with undoing his belt. He knows Takumi wants him nude, obviously, but his general can wait a little longer. He puts the sling back on, groaning in pain in the process. And then he undoes his belt and shoves down his pants and briefs in one go, leaving him standing there in just his socks and sock garters.
"Good," Takumi says. It's less-than-halfhearted praise, not what he knows Eito wants. But it's enough to make him perk up and have him hanging on Takumi's every word. Takumi looks him up and down with a critical eye.
"Lie down for me. On your back," Takumi orders. He wants Eito on his hands and knees, but his current injury doesn't make that as plausible. It seems like Eito has a hard enough time getting himself comfortable as he sprawls onto Takumi's bed.
Eito stares at him. Takumi stares back from where he's standing at the edge of the bed. He spends another moment just admiring Eito's body, hard lines and the subtle padding of fat that covers his abdomen.
"So, how do you punish a masochist?" Takumi asks into the uneasy silence. "Any ideas, Aotsuki, since you think you're so smart?"
"I really don't know," Eito says.
Takumi grins. He crawls on top of Eito. "It's not as complicated as you think. You treat him gently. You don't indulge his need for pain. It's more torturous than just about anything else I could plan for you."
Eito narrows his eyes, confused. "You seriously think that will work? You're much dumber than I thought, General."
"Hm, we'll see about that, I guess!" Takumi says. He presses a soft kiss to Eito's neck, which makes the man under him whine pitifully.
Takumi gets off of him, going under his bed to grab a box that is very familiar to Eito and that makes his heart start pounding. His suspicions are confirmed as Takumi pulls out the harness and slides it on, adjusting the various straps and buckles until it fits snug and low over his hips.
"Aren't you going to get warm with your uniform on?" Eito asks. "More importantly, won't you get that uniform dirty?"
"I own more than one uniform," Takumi says with a laugh, "you yourself saw to that." He pulls out what is Eito's second-favorite of Takumi's dicks: it's long but with an average girth. Eito's favorite dick is the one attached to Takumi, of course, hidden by the damn uniform under an appreciable bush, probably soaked from Takumi's own arousal. "If I get warm, I'll undress. None of your concern."
Takumi knows that won't take long, but he also knows Eito likes him in uniform. Whether that's because it covers his monstrous body or because of some fetish, Takumi can't say for sure, and Eito sure as hell wouldn't admit to one over the other.
He folds a pillow in half and situates it under Eito's ass, holding his hips aloft at an easier angle for Takumi to access. He kneels between Eito's spread legs, peeling off his sweaty gloves and coating his fingers with lube. His lips press into the inside of Eito's thigh at the same time he massages a slick fingertip against Eito's entrance. The ring of muscle contracts against the touch, and Takumi clicks his tongue.
"Relax, Aotsuki," he says. "You know how this goes by now." He hears Eito take a few deep breaths, and he's able to push his finger in slowly, timed with Eito's heavy exhale. "There you go."
Eito moans, which makes Takumi reconsider his strategy. If such half-baked praise is getting Eito off, maybe Takumi should stay silent, but he knows what's not happening. This is meant to be a punishment, he reminds himself, as if he needs convincing that this isn't just an excuse to spoil Eito rotten.
That's not what this is. And it's not like he needs an excuse to do that, either.
He thrusts his finger in and out slowly, far slower than he usually would, coaxing his adjutant open and sliding in a second finger.
"I can take more," Eito says. "You know I can take more, General." He rocks his hips, trying to fuck himself back on Takumi's hand.
"Have you always been so needy?" Takumi retorts. "I'll give you more when I want to give you more." He turns his hand palm-up, bending his fingers towards Eito's navel. Takumi knows his lover's body better than his own at this point, and the pads of his fingers find what they're looking for easily. The faintest graze of Eito's prostate has his back arching off the bed. "Sensitive today, Adjutant?"
Eito doesn't acknowledge that. Instead, he squirms pathetically, which makes Takumi laugh. He keeps up the gentle pressure, massaging little circles over the bundle of nerves, watching pre-cum leak from the tip of Eito's cock where it rests, untouched, on his stomach.
Takumi is fighting his own arousal, feeling himself dripping, probably soaked entirely through his boxers and his uniform pants. The tip of his cock rubs uncomfortably against his underwear, but it's about the only stimulation he thinks he's going to get throughout this experience. Maybe Eito will suck him off once this is all done, or use his hands.
His attention is brought back to Eito by a desperate moan. "Harder, I'm close, I - "
"Nope," Takumi says. "Like I said, I'm not giving you the rough treatment you want. It sounds corny - maybe you're rubbing off on me - but I don't want to treat you like something disposable." Takumi has never been very good at saying 'no' to Eito, though, so he presses just a little more firmly on Eito's prostate, and the man under him howls. "I want to treat you like something to cherish."
"God, th-ahh-t's unbearably corny, actually," Eito manages. "You should be ashamed of yourself."
Takumi presses another kiss to the inside of Eito's thigh, the soft, pale skin warm against his lips. "What can I say, you're a bad influence on me." He knows it's more the opposite, that Eito has spent the last decade nagging him into better habits.
He's getting impatient, though. The point of this is not to make Eito cum. It's rather the opposite. Takumi adds a third finger, feeling Eito stretch around him. It must hurt, because Eito moans happily, his cock twitching and spurting pre-cum again. Takumi pulls his fingers out and wipes them on Eito's leg.
He squirts more lube onto the strap-on, slathering its length with slick fluid. The head of the dildo - his cock - rubs against Eito's entrance. He slips the tip in and then immediately pulls it back out.
Eito's breath hitches. "You're so cruel to me, General."
"Am I?" Takumi asks. He pushes into Eito slowly, almost unbearably slow for the taller man's tastes, he's sure, but eventually his hips rest flush against Eito's ass. Eito breathes erratically, his eyelashes fluttering under his glasses. His one good hand not restrained by the sling clenches into the duvet.
"You are," Eito gasps, as Takumi's hands rove up and down his body with light, skittering touches. "You're cruel, you won't even fuck me properly. Or is that your incompetence showing?"
Takumi eventually settles his hands on Eito's chest, gently rubbing over his nipples. Eito would prefer if he pinched them or bit them, but that's not happening today. The soft touch still has Eito writhing. "You're not provoking me into hurting you. We're grown men, I'd like to think we're not the stupid teenagers we once were, where that would've worked."
Eito hisses and mutters something under his breath that Takumi can't quite decipher. Takumi rolls his hips, setting a leisurely pace as he fucks into Eito.
The room is silent except for Takumi's heavy breathing and the whines and whimpers coming out of Eito's mouth. The bed squeaks occasionally. Eito keeps his eyes shut, his head turned to the side. His silver hair is already unkempt against the pillowcase, fanning out around his head like a halo, a little strand of drool spilling out of one corner of his mouth.
Takumi knows he can keep this up for much longer than Eito would be able to endure it. It's not like his dick can go soft or like he can cum from this. He is getting warm though, so he finally takes off the shirt of his uniform and sets it aside. The movement seems to have gotten Eito's attention and he looks up at Takumi with blown pupils.
"Tiring out?" he asks, in a voice still managing to be smug despite how fucked out he sounds. "You know, if you go harder on me this will be over quickly, so you can rest. Clearly you've been slacking on your training if this is enough to exhaust you."
Takumi stops. "Do you want me to gag you, Aotsuki? We don't have a proper one, for some reason, but I'm sure I can make something work."
Eito shakes his head vigorously. "I'll be quiet if you go a little faster. Well, not quiet, but I won't be talking."
"You really think you have any right to bargain how your punishment goes?" Takumi asks. One of his hands that had been kneading Eito's chest traces down his abdomen, his fingertips resting inches away from Eito's cock. Eito shivers. "Or are you that determined to be a brat?"
"I'm not being a brat," Eito says indignantly. Takumi's index finger prods at the base of his cock, trailing up and down its length a few times. "I'm simply a- advocating for myself, like you told me to do."
Takumi rubs the spot on the underside of the head where he knows Eito is most sensitive, one corner of his lips twitching upwards at the loud shout that comes from Eito. "You're doing it in a very whiny way."
Eito puffs out his cheeks and turns his head away from Takumi again. "Seriously, Ta - General, I c - can't finish like this," he mutters. He won't admit it to Takumi, but his dick is starting to ache and throb from what is essentially being kept on the edge of orgasm for so long.
"You can, and you will," Takumi says absently as he starts fucking Eito again. He does indulge him with a slightly faster pace, which he knows still isn't enough. On the occasions where he's the one being penetrated, Eito prefers to be plowed into the mattress in a way that leaves them both sore the next day or three. This has to be torture for him.
Good, maybe he'll think harder before doing something so stupid next time, Takumi thinks.
"If you won't fuck me the way I want, you can at least kiss me," Eito complains. "That's really the least you can do."
Oh, how Takumi would love to indulge that request. Kissing Eito is one of his favorite pasttimes. He'd love to drink up every embarrassing noise spilling from Eito's lips. "I'm not rewarding you with a kiss for bad behavior," he says instead, resigned.
Eito pouts.
"But, since you've been a good boy this far," Takumi starts, and it doesn't escape his notice that Eito trembles and whimpers from the middling praise, "I'll give you a little pain."
He takes his hand off of Eito's cock and moves it back upwards. He plays briefly with Eito's fingers on his injured arm, before trailing it along the length of forearm secured in the sling, and up to where the bandage is wrapped around the gunshot wound. The gauze is soft under his hand.
"But since you never specified what kind of pain… hopefully this satisfies you," Takumi says, and he digs his fingertips over where he feels the stitches approximating the wound closed.
Eito screams in pain at the same time Takumi makes a few, final strategically-angled thrusts, and then Eito is cumming, spurts of hot, white release splattering against his chest. Takumi keeps applying pressure to the wound as he fucks Eito through it. Eventually, he lets go and pulls out, leaving Eito quivering on the bed while he takes off the rest of his clothes and his harness. He'll worry about disinfecting the strap later, and for now it finds a happy home on the floor next to his bed.
"What the hell, Takumi?" Eito says, swinging his good arm half-heartedly in Takumi's direction.
"Made you cum, didn't it? Weirdo," Takumi retorts, falling back onto the bed next to him. He sighs, content, and curls up with his head on Eito's uninjured shoulder. His fingers intertwine with the ones on Eito's injured hand.
A few minutes pass in silence. Eito's breathing slows and he pulls the pillow out from underneath his hips, which jostles Takumi, who had somehow managed to start dozing off.
Eito worms his hand out from under Takumi and uses it to tussle his hair.
"Never do something like that again," Takumi says, voice muffled. "I need you too badly for a - anything to happen to you. You're important to me." He crawls back on top of Eito and kisses him deeply.
"Is that what this was about?" Eito asks, once Takumi pulls back and rests their foreheads together. "Hell of a punishment. If you wanted to have sex that badly, you could've asked, without all the pretense."
"It wasn't about the sex as much," Takumi says. "I mean, it's always a bonus, but I was trying to show you how much I appreciate you. That I cherish you too much for you to do some stupid shit like that and die before we see this war end."
Eito strokes his fingers through Takumi's hair thoughtfully. "A strange way to go about that, instead of just saying those things to my face."
"You've always been better at words than me, don't rub it in. I'm trying," Takumi says. He kisses Eito again. "I love you."
This time, Eito doesn't flinch when he hears it. Instead, a gentle smile crosses his lips and he reaches up with his good arm to tuck Takumi's hair behind his ear. "I love you too."