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Rei woke up to the sound of the door bell. He struggled to open his eyes, blinking against the morning light. He felt heavy, slightly hungover, and greasy all over. Glancing at his alarm clock, he could see that it was already past eight o’clock. He was in bed with Akai, their bodies entangled, and a bit of equipment they had used last night strewn around them. From their current position, he could deduce Akai had hugged him to his chest in his sleep and then turned around in bed with him―a typical Akai move.
Rei wiped a trace of his own saliva from his cheek, scrambled to his feet, and slipped on a robe. As he hurried to the door through his one room apartment, he almost tripped over a chain that was still fixed to one of his ankles, and quietly cursed at it. He hit the button on the intercom, and said, “Yes?” in what he hoped was a professional voice, while ignoring the knowing and judgmental stares from Haro, that he might or might not have been imagining. (Rei suspected the dog knew exactly what was going on whenever he got locked in the bathroom for a while.)
Kazami’s voice came from the other end. Some documents he urgently needed revised.
Not seeing a way out of it, Rei replied, “Give me ten minutes.”
On his way back towards the bed, he took the cuff from his ankle to throw it at the still dozing form on the bed. Akai opened his eyes with a small grunt.
“Get up, now. Kazami is coming up here in ten minutes and I need you to clean this up while I take a shower.”
Akai stretched sleepily and smirked. “Just tell him you need more time to wash and stow away all your sex toys, and hide your American gay lover in the closet.”
“One more word and I’ll use some of this stuff on you. In an unsexy way.”
Akai sat up slowly. “Don’t make any promises you can’t keep, Furuya-kun,” he said grinning, but Rei already picked up a whip and hit him with it. “Ouch.”
“Get up.”
“Alright, alright,” Akai replied while Rei got fresh clothes from the closet. “I thought today was your free day.”
“Yeah, well, ‘no rest for the righteous,’ and all that.”
“You mean ‘wicked’…”
“And open the windows!” Rei yelled as he shut the bathroom door behind him.
He felt the grime come off his body under his hurried but rigorous shampooing, and thought back to the past night. They’d gone barhopping and had ended up in a leather bar they visited every so often. Neither of them were as kinky as the average clientele there, but they’d felt inspired nonetheless when they’d returned home late. Obviously.
He stepped out of the bathroom with barely three minutes to go, wearing clean clothes and feeling a lot better. Akai, to his credit, had gotten rid of all evidence of their nightly adventures. (He’d probably just stuffed it all in a drawer, but that was a later-problem.)
“Thanks,” Rei said.
“You’re welcome,” Akai said cheerfully and came closer. “You look nice and fresh.” He tried wrapping his arms around him, but Rei swatted them away.
“And you’re not. So get in the shower,” he chided.
“You’re not going to pretend you’re alone?” Akai asked, getting fresh clothes for himself. They both had a few things stashed at each other’s apartments.
“Too risky, in case he needs the bathroom,” Rei replied and sighed. “Not that he’s going to ask you, anyway, but our story is that we had a work thing late last night, so you slept here for convenience.”
“There’s only one bed, and you don’t have a couch,” Akai pointed out.
“I have a guest futon,” Rei replied. “Now get in the bathroom.”
He filled Haro’s food bowl, closed the window and got the spare futon from the closet to place it visibly in the background. Less than a minute. He poured himself a cup of the coffee Akai had made, then went to let Kazami in.
“Coffee?” he offered, but his subordinate reclined, as usual.
Apparently noticing the sound of running water from the bathroom, Kazami blushed and asked, “D-do you have company, Furuya-san?”
Rei made sure to give him a reprimanding look―a look that said ‘where does your mind go, of course I don’t have any improper relations,’ even though the truth was probably a lot more improper than whatever straight escapades Kazami was imagining. “It’s just FBI, we were on a job together late last night.”
“I-I see,” Kazami stammered, nervously rearranging his glasses with the tip of his finger, this time probably embarrassed of his own ‘false’ assumption.
They were halfway through the case files when Akai stepped out of the bathroom, thankfully fully dressed and without a towel around his shoulders, or any other hints that he was feeling at home here.
“Morning,” he said casually, and got his knit hat and jacket.
“Good morning,” Kazami said flustered―be it because he was FBI, or because of Rei’s past feud, but he was always nervous around Akai.
“Can you stick around for a moment, there’s something I want to discuss,” Rei said nonchalantly.
“Sure,” Akai replied, and, without asking, got a mug of coffee for himself.
“Be my guest,” Rei commented dryly, then redirected his attention back to his colleague.
Akai spent the following minutes leaned against the wall, sipping coffee. When Kazami finally excused himself, Akai was still watching Rei. “Your colleagues might find out one day, you know,” he said. “Especially since the ‘we had a work thing together’ excuse is getting increasingly less believable, with the FBI pulling out of Japan.”
Rei sighed. “I know. I have to open up about it eventually.” He put both of their mugs down on the table, before wrapping his arms around Akai and kissing him.
“Which part is more difficult to admit,” Akai said, running his fingers through Rei’s hair, “the gay part or the me part?”
Rei hummed. “A combination of both, I suppose.” Then, he looked up and smiled. “But you know what, whatever. It’s no one else’s business, and I dare them to pretend otherwise.”
Akai chuckled. “So, will you tell Kazami?”
“Yeah, but only him, I’m sure the revelation will spread on its own from there,” Rei replied. “Though I think I’m going to wait a bit, until he’s forgotten about today.” He wrinkled his nose.
Akai laughed. “That’s probably for the better.” He stroked Rei’s hair back behind his ears. “So, you’re free for the rest of the day?”
But before he could answer, Akai’s stomach growled, and Rei huffed. “Just say you’re hungover and want me to make breakfast,” he chided.
“Guilty as charged,” Akai grinned, and followed his boyfriend into the kitchen.