Nizzerd's Request
Pairing: Ryo/Massu
Genre: humor, AU
Rating: NC-17
Short summary: Massu is a newly hired cop that trains under the dirty cop Ryo~
Other little tidbits: I really like mean Ryo, seriously
“Oi. New meat. Type this up for me,” Officer Nishikido says as he drops a heavy stack of papers onto the top of an unfortunate secretary’s head. He doesn’t wait for a response and instead carries on walking.
Left behind is a seething incognito Internal Affairs agent who would love for nothing more than to chuck the heavy report at the short cop’s back. Unfortunately, he and his fellow IA agent haven’t gotten any concrete evidence yet that the entire precinct they’re investigating is dirty. Which means no living out his fantasies of maiming irritating officers just yet.
“Ne, Kato-san shouldn’t frown so much,” a cheery voice says from beside him, and for a moment Shige wonders how his fellow secretary can be so perky when every cop in this place has more attitude than anyone the IA agent has ever met. Then he remembers that for some reason or another, those self same cops seem to treat the older secretary like a princess.
Groaning almost inaudibly, he lifts his head and catches the heavy slide of paper in one hand. Unfortunately for him, being undercover means that he’ll actually have to do the work that’s being continually thrown at him.
Turning dark eyes to Koyama-san who is still hovering worriedly and cheerily next to him - a combination that shouldn’t exist, but somehow works - and bites back an irritated remark. He still remembers the first words spoken to him when he started; don’t make Kei-chan cry.
At the time this had made less than no sense, as he’d only sat down (hadn’t even met the man he was being threatened about) and couldn’t figure out why Officer Yokoyama was bothering to tell him this. When he did finally meet Koyama-san, he couldn’t figure out why an entire precinct of dirty cops would care about the feelings of one air-headed secretary.
He still hasn’t figured it out, but figures that it’s better to err on the side of caution (and the reminder that these guys are probably dirty and wouldn’t shy away from the thought of beating up a supposedly lowly secretary) and refrains from saying what’s really on his mind.
Instead he fakes a smile that has the other man staring at him for a moment too long, and Shige wonders if somehow this airhead can see through his mask before the slender man sinks back into his chair and returns to his work. Shige lets out a soft sigh of relief before glaring down at the report in his hands.
~*~*~
“You haven’t gotten any information at all?” Shige frowns at his partner, watching as the older man dives into his lunch with enthusiasm before swallowing and shaking his head.
“I haven’t even been taken out on a real call yet,” Massu says sadly. Though Shige never can tell if he’s sad because of the lack of progress they’ve made in over a week or if it’s because his lunch is finished. Knowing his partner like he does, it’s most likely the latter.
Shige pokes his dumplings in irritation as he too thinks about the lack of progress he’s made. He’s taken to pumping Koyama-san for information about everyone in the precinct but so far all that’s gotten him is his ear talked off over rather delicious dinners at the secretary’s slightly cramped apartment where he always comes away full of food, empty of answers, and sinuses tight from the older man’s fluffy cat.
He’s even gotten to the point where he almost feels bad for using the sweet and generous man for information that may or may not shut the whole precinct down. Shaking away those thoughts with a toss of his head, he sighs once more and looks up at Massu before he points almost dangerously with his chopsticks. “You need your partner to take you out. We need proof that they’re dirty or we’re going to be here forever. Do whatever it takes. You know Johnny-san doesn’t care if we’re a little devious in our methods as long as it gets results.”
Massu’s lips purse faintly at Shige’s words. “Doesn’t that make us just like the cops we’re investigating? Using dirty tactics?”
Shige’s full mouth twists into a slight frown because while he agrees with Massu, he figures that what they may or may not do to get information can’t be nearly half as bad as what the dirty cops they’re after are doing. “But we’re doing it for good,” he reasons. He know it sounds like a justification, but he can’t help it. There are days too when he wants to throw away the rules and just do what it takes. He never voices these thoughts out loud though. Even now.
“Just… do what you can,” Shige sighs and stuffs another dumpling into his mouth as a small part of his brain compares it to Koyama-san’s cooking.
~*~*~
“Come on, newbie,” Officer Nishikido snaps, jerking Massu’s attention away from where he’s looking through files for cold cases in this district - of which surprisingly there aren’t very many. He gets to his feet without thinking and automatically reaches for his coat as he follows the smaller man out of the mess of cubicles toward the precinct’s front doors.
As they pass by the desks in the front, Massu pauses when Koyama-san’s clear voice rings out.
“Ryo-cha~n,” the slender secretary calls out, causing the other officer to stop walking as well as he turns to face what Massu has noticed is this precinct’s weak point. A cheery smile curves Koyama’s lips as usual as he waits for the officer’s attention before he speaks. “Will you bring me a hot chocolate when you come back?” he asks, expression guileless.
Massu waits for his partner’s reaction, unsure of what the caustic man will say. So far the petite officer has had nothing nice to say about anyone or anything at any time. In fact, he’s never even seen the older officer and the secretary interact at all so it comes as a shock to him when the smaller man gives the tall brunet a wide, uncharacteristic - and yet still genuine - smile and nods before he barks out at Massu that they better leave before they’re late.
Shige shoots Massu a look that can only be interpreted as ‘what the fuck?’ before Massu merely shrugs and follows Nishikido-kun out the door. Even in his mind it’s hard to think of this man as ‘Ryo-chan’ despite Koyama-kun calling him that.
He stays silent in the car as they drive. He wants to ask where they’re going, why all of a sudden he’s been deemed worthy of being taken out on an actual patrol after almost three weeks of desk-jockeying. Blinking in surprise when the car finally stops in one of the city’s seedier districts, he gets out at Nishikido’s bidding and follows him into one of the buildings, easily ignoring the catcalls that surround them.
The signs inside proclaimed it as a massage parlor, but from the way the girls - and the woman in charge - were dressed it was quickly obvious that it was most likely an establishment that survived on ‘extra services.’
It becomes equally obvious from the way she greets Nishikido that it’s not the first time the officer’s been here and in Massu’s mind it becomes the first nail in his coffin. To know of a very blatant whorehouse and to do nothing… While admittedly on the grand scheme of things, prostitution (when voluntary) wasn’t as dramatic of a crime as robbery, murder, or a dozen other felonies, it was still against the law.
It was a matter of toeing the line, and it was clear that Nishikido not only ignored the line, he tromped right across it quite gleefully.
“Masuda.”
Massu jerks his attention away from the scantily clad women and towards his partner as he realizes that this is the first time the other man has actually used his name. He follows the man down the hall curiously and nervously, as he wonders just what he’s getting himself into by being here.
He can’t help but recall Shige’s words from the previous week, but even if the younger IA agent felt no qualms about using someone to get inside information to make their case (especially someone as genuinely sweet and kind-hearted as Koyama) Massu still couldn’t find it in himself to use underhanded tactics, even against someone as abrasive as his new partner.
However, when Nishikido steers them into one of the massage rooms and shuts and locks the door behind him before Massu’s lips can even form a protest, he wonders if maybe Shige’s way of doing things wasn’t so bad after all.
This thought burrows its way in deeper as he’s unceremoniously pushed towards the low cushioned table before he can get his shocked muscles under control and fight back.
“N-Nishikido-san…” he says softly, pushing away from the surface and standing straight. He refuses to be intimidated by someone that he could probably throw around (should he wish to) and especially not by someone whose job is skating on thin ice with every move he makes.
“I know who you are,” Nishikido interrupts bluntly.
Massu stays silent. For all he knows, Nishikido could be calling his bluff, and he refuses to give in that easily. He doesn’t move, even when the smaller officer moves even closer, closing the small amount of space between them and all but pinning Massu to the massage table.
It’s nailed to the floor and doesn’t give way at all and soon Massu can feel all of the slender man pressed against him. He bites back the urge to ask Nishikido if that’s a gun in his pocket or if he’s just happy to see him. Instead he just meets the older man’s eyes unblinkingly. When it becomes apparent that Nishikido is waiting for him to speak, he smiles widely. “Oh? And who am I?”
“You’re a rat,” he hisses softly, an odd mixture of hunger and disgust on his features as his hands settle on Massu’s waist, sliding down under the waistband of his trousers and sliding forward, close but not quite touching Massu’s cock.
Massu swallows heavily for a moment, realizing just where this is going. “And if I am?” he asks. “Did you think your precinct would go unnoticed forever? That the chief would just let you carry on with the way you do things?” For a moment he considers pushing the older man away, walking out of here and dropping the job. But then a voice in the back of his head (one that sounded suspiciously like Shige) tells him that he can use this to his advantage.
Before Massu can process his own decision and before Nishikido has a chance to react, he pushes back sharply. The room is small and it only takes a few steps to press the other man up against the wall, their bodies tight together as Massu hovers his mouth next to Nishikido’s ear, breathing softly before he speaks again. “It’s better if you don’t tell,” he whispers.
He doesn’t know why he’s doing this. Where he’s going with it. He doesn’t believe that intimidation of any kind - even the sexual kind - will have any effect on Nishikido, but since the other man started it he is more than willing to finish it.
Sliding his hands down to grab at Nishikido’s wrists, he pushes them above the man’s head and switches his grip so that he’s holding them together in one hand as the other works diligently to relieve his fellow officer of his belt and pants, pushing them down as far as he can without letting go of his wrists.
Nishikido still hasn’t spoken and in a small fit of worry, Massu looks up and meets dark kittenish eyes with his own. He is almost blown backwards by the lust and approval that he meets there and it is this obvious encouragement that has him diving forward to meet Nishikido’s mouth with his own.
It’s not a delicate kiss. It’s harsh and hot and fast and violent and goes straight to Massu’s groin as he struggles to keep Nishikido restrained while at the same time get them both as naked as is necessary.
It quickly becomes obvious though that Nishikido’s not fighting him at all - except for maybe to enjoy it a little more - so Massu lets go of his hands and pulls away enough to search through the array of massage oils on the small table next to them. When he turns back, he feels all his blood drop to pool in his already hard cock at the sight of the smaller man.
Nishikido is leaning against the wall and has kicked his shoes and pants all the way off. His cheeks are high with colour and his dark eyes are half hidden by over-long bangs and half-lowered eyelids.
Massu gives up looking for the most pleasing scented oil and just grabs a bottle at random, pushing off his own shoes and pants and pressing Nishikido back into the wall as they kiss furiously once more. He grabs the backs of the man’s thighs almost painfully and forces his light weight up the wall so that the older man has to wrap his legs around his waist or fall to the floor.
Pulling his mouth free to breathe heavily, he unscrews the jar of oil and dumps some over his cock and onto his hand, slick fingers going right for the entrance to Nishikido’s body with no objections from either of them. His fingers slide in easily and Nishikido’s head slams back into the wall almost painfully as he lets out a moan and a curse at the feeling, his legs tightening around Massu’s waist.
It isn’t long before the older man is all but fucking himself on Massu’s fingers and when Massu pulls them out none-too-gently he’s given a glare and a hissed, ‘get on with it,’ so he does.
He slicks the oil on his cock over it fully and pushes in with no preamble. He stops almost immediately though when Nishikido tightens so much around him that he can feel the man’s rapid pulse fluttering against his cock inside of him. He waits for a heartbeat or six until Nishikido relaxes and pulls their mouths back together in a violent and messy war.
Then he pulls out and pushes back in, pressing him into the wall with every hard thrust as they bruise their mouths against each other.
He ends up not even having to touch the other man to get him to come. Between the stimulation of his prostate and the violent kisses they share, Nishikido comes before him with a low growl and Massu has to up the pressure of his muscles to fuck him through the constriction of his orgasm.
He finally comes with a soft grunt and for a moment neither of them moves or says anything.
Massu pulls out carefully, allowing Nishikido to get his legs under him before he pulls away and tosses him a towel as he grabs his own and cleans himself up as best as he can. He’s under no delusions that the entire whorehouse doesn’t know what they were doing, but he can pretend.
Pulling his pants and shoes back on, he walks out of the room and closes the door behind him. His expression is placid and genial as he pulls out his mobile phone on his way to the car. It rings several times before Shige picks up, sounding almost breathless.
“Yes?”
Massu pauses at the snappish tone Shige uses, but doesn’t comment. “We’re fucked,” he say almost cheerfully as he leans against the squad car.
“Speak for yourself,” Shige gasps out, struggling to hold onto his phone and fuck the tall man below him on the bed; Koyama’s eyes are shut and he could care less that Shige is on the phone as long as he doesn’t stop. “I always top.”
He snaps the phone shut, ending the call, and tosses it onto the messy sheets next to him before he hooks his hands better under Koyama’s thighs and pushes them up so that he can press in even deeper. He’s decided that this precinct is a lost cause anyway, so he might as well enjoy his time here.
Massu stares at his phone after Shige’s words are followed by a dial tone. It was obvious enough by his tone what he’d been doing, but he couldn’t help but smile a little. Maybe a little (or lot) or sex might help the younger agent be a little less bitchy.
He’s considering just what he’s going to tell their boss when Nishikido steps out of the building and approaches him with a distinctly naughty expression.
It’s then that Massu realizes for the first time that he doesn’t really care.
~*~*~
The following day when their Chief receives their notices of resignation he isn’t all that surprised… after all, every other agent he’s ended up sending there (Koyama, Yasuda, Ohkura) all of them quit as well.
As he sighs and settles back in his chair, feet up on his desk, Chief Inspector Yamashita wonders just what the hell’s going on in that precinct.
--END--
Genre: humor, AU
Rating: NC-17
Short summary: Massu is a newly hired cop that trains under the dirty cop Ryo~
Other little tidbits: I really like mean Ryo, seriously
“Oi. New meat. Type this up for me,” Officer Nishikido says as he drops a heavy stack of papers onto the top of an unfortunate secretary’s head. He doesn’t wait for a response and instead carries on walking.
Left behind is a seething incognito Internal Affairs agent who would love for nothing more than to chuck the heavy report at the short cop’s back. Unfortunately, he and his fellow IA agent haven’t gotten any concrete evidence yet that the entire precinct they’re investigating is dirty. Which means no living out his fantasies of maiming irritating officers just yet.
“Ne, Kato-san shouldn’t frown so much,” a cheery voice says from beside him, and for a moment Shige wonders how his fellow secretary can be so perky when every cop in this place has more attitude than anyone the IA agent has ever met. Then he remembers that for some reason or another, those self same cops seem to treat the older secretary like a princess.
Groaning almost inaudibly, he lifts his head and catches the heavy slide of paper in one hand. Unfortunately for him, being undercover means that he’ll actually have to do the work that’s being continually thrown at him.
Turning dark eyes to Koyama-san who is still hovering worriedly and cheerily next to him - a combination that shouldn’t exist, but somehow works - and bites back an irritated remark. He still remembers the first words spoken to him when he started; don’t make Kei-chan cry.
At the time this had made less than no sense, as he’d only sat down (hadn’t even met the man he was being threatened about) and couldn’t figure out why Officer Yokoyama was bothering to tell him this. When he did finally meet Koyama-san, he couldn’t figure out why an entire precinct of dirty cops would care about the feelings of one air-headed secretary.
He still hasn’t figured it out, but figures that it’s better to err on the side of caution (and the reminder that these guys are probably dirty and wouldn’t shy away from the thought of beating up a supposedly lowly secretary) and refrains from saying what’s really on his mind.
Instead he fakes a smile that has the other man staring at him for a moment too long, and Shige wonders if somehow this airhead can see through his mask before the slender man sinks back into his chair and returns to his work. Shige lets out a soft sigh of relief before glaring down at the report in his hands.
~*~*~
“You haven’t gotten any information at all?” Shige frowns at his partner, watching as the older man dives into his lunch with enthusiasm before swallowing and shaking his head.
“I haven’t even been taken out on a real call yet,” Massu says sadly. Though Shige never can tell if he’s sad because of the lack of progress they’ve made in over a week or if it’s because his lunch is finished. Knowing his partner like he does, it’s most likely the latter.
Shige pokes his dumplings in irritation as he too thinks about the lack of progress he’s made. He’s taken to pumping Koyama-san for information about everyone in the precinct but so far all that’s gotten him is his ear talked off over rather delicious dinners at the secretary’s slightly cramped apartment where he always comes away full of food, empty of answers, and sinuses tight from the older man’s fluffy cat.
He’s even gotten to the point where he almost feels bad for using the sweet and generous man for information that may or may not shut the whole precinct down. Shaking away those thoughts with a toss of his head, he sighs once more and looks up at Massu before he points almost dangerously with his chopsticks. “You need your partner to take you out. We need proof that they’re dirty or we’re going to be here forever. Do whatever it takes. You know Johnny-san doesn’t care if we’re a little devious in our methods as long as it gets results.”
Massu’s lips purse faintly at Shige’s words. “Doesn’t that make us just like the cops we’re investigating? Using dirty tactics?”
Shige’s full mouth twists into a slight frown because while he agrees with Massu, he figures that what they may or may not do to get information can’t be nearly half as bad as what the dirty cops they’re after are doing. “But we’re doing it for good,” he reasons. He know it sounds like a justification, but he can’t help it. There are days too when he wants to throw away the rules and just do what it takes. He never voices these thoughts out loud though. Even now.
“Just… do what you can,” Shige sighs and stuffs another dumpling into his mouth as a small part of his brain compares it to Koyama-san’s cooking.
~*~*~
“Come on, newbie,” Officer Nishikido snaps, jerking Massu’s attention away from where he’s looking through files for cold cases in this district - of which surprisingly there aren’t very many. He gets to his feet without thinking and automatically reaches for his coat as he follows the smaller man out of the mess of cubicles toward the precinct’s front doors.
As they pass by the desks in the front, Massu pauses when Koyama-san’s clear voice rings out.
“Ryo-cha~n,” the slender secretary calls out, causing the other officer to stop walking as well as he turns to face what Massu has noticed is this precinct’s weak point. A cheery smile curves Koyama’s lips as usual as he waits for the officer’s attention before he speaks. “Will you bring me a hot chocolate when you come back?” he asks, expression guileless.
Massu waits for his partner’s reaction, unsure of what the caustic man will say. So far the petite officer has had nothing nice to say about anyone or anything at any time. In fact, he’s never even seen the older officer and the secretary interact at all so it comes as a shock to him when the smaller man gives the tall brunet a wide, uncharacteristic - and yet still genuine - smile and nods before he barks out at Massu that they better leave before they’re late.
Shige shoots Massu a look that can only be interpreted as ‘what the fuck?’ before Massu merely shrugs and follows Nishikido-kun out the door. Even in his mind it’s hard to think of this man as ‘Ryo-chan’ despite Koyama-kun calling him that.
He stays silent in the car as they drive. He wants to ask where they’re going, why all of a sudden he’s been deemed worthy of being taken out on an actual patrol after almost three weeks of desk-jockeying. Blinking in surprise when the car finally stops in one of the city’s seedier districts, he gets out at Nishikido’s bidding and follows him into one of the buildings, easily ignoring the catcalls that surround them.
The signs inside proclaimed it as a massage parlor, but from the way the girls - and the woman in charge - were dressed it was quickly obvious that it was most likely an establishment that survived on ‘extra services.’
It becomes equally obvious from the way she greets Nishikido that it’s not the first time the officer’s been here and in Massu’s mind it becomes the first nail in his coffin. To know of a very blatant whorehouse and to do nothing… While admittedly on the grand scheme of things, prostitution (when voluntary) wasn’t as dramatic of a crime as robbery, murder, or a dozen other felonies, it was still against the law.
It was a matter of toeing the line, and it was clear that Nishikido not only ignored the line, he tromped right across it quite gleefully.
“Masuda.”
Massu jerks his attention away from the scantily clad women and towards his partner as he realizes that this is the first time the other man has actually used his name. He follows the man down the hall curiously and nervously, as he wonders just what he’s getting himself into by being here.
He can’t help but recall Shige’s words from the previous week, but even if the younger IA agent felt no qualms about using someone to get inside information to make their case (especially someone as genuinely sweet and kind-hearted as Koyama) Massu still couldn’t find it in himself to use underhanded tactics, even against someone as abrasive as his new partner.
However, when Nishikido steers them into one of the massage rooms and shuts and locks the door behind him before Massu’s lips can even form a protest, he wonders if maybe Shige’s way of doing things wasn’t so bad after all.
This thought burrows its way in deeper as he’s unceremoniously pushed towards the low cushioned table before he can get his shocked muscles under control and fight back.
“N-Nishikido-san…” he says softly, pushing away from the surface and standing straight. He refuses to be intimidated by someone that he could probably throw around (should he wish to) and especially not by someone whose job is skating on thin ice with every move he makes.
“I know who you are,” Nishikido interrupts bluntly.
Massu stays silent. For all he knows, Nishikido could be calling his bluff, and he refuses to give in that easily. He doesn’t move, even when the smaller officer moves even closer, closing the small amount of space between them and all but pinning Massu to the massage table.
It’s nailed to the floor and doesn’t give way at all and soon Massu can feel all of the slender man pressed against him. He bites back the urge to ask Nishikido if that’s a gun in his pocket or if he’s just happy to see him. Instead he just meets the older man’s eyes unblinkingly. When it becomes apparent that Nishikido is waiting for him to speak, he smiles widely. “Oh? And who am I?”
“You’re a rat,” he hisses softly, an odd mixture of hunger and disgust on his features as his hands settle on Massu’s waist, sliding down under the waistband of his trousers and sliding forward, close but not quite touching Massu’s cock.
Massu swallows heavily for a moment, realizing just where this is going. “And if I am?” he asks. “Did you think your precinct would go unnoticed forever? That the chief would just let you carry on with the way you do things?” For a moment he considers pushing the older man away, walking out of here and dropping the job. But then a voice in the back of his head (one that sounded suspiciously like Shige) tells him that he can use this to his advantage.
Before Massu can process his own decision and before Nishikido has a chance to react, he pushes back sharply. The room is small and it only takes a few steps to press the other man up against the wall, their bodies tight together as Massu hovers his mouth next to Nishikido’s ear, breathing softly before he speaks again. “It’s better if you don’t tell,” he whispers.
He doesn’t know why he’s doing this. Where he’s going with it. He doesn’t believe that intimidation of any kind - even the sexual kind - will have any effect on Nishikido, but since the other man started it he is more than willing to finish it.
Sliding his hands down to grab at Nishikido’s wrists, he pushes them above the man’s head and switches his grip so that he’s holding them together in one hand as the other works diligently to relieve his fellow officer of his belt and pants, pushing them down as far as he can without letting go of his wrists.
Nishikido still hasn’t spoken and in a small fit of worry, Massu looks up and meets dark kittenish eyes with his own. He is almost blown backwards by the lust and approval that he meets there and it is this obvious encouragement that has him diving forward to meet Nishikido’s mouth with his own.
It’s not a delicate kiss. It’s harsh and hot and fast and violent and goes straight to Massu’s groin as he struggles to keep Nishikido restrained while at the same time get them both as naked as is necessary.
It quickly becomes obvious though that Nishikido’s not fighting him at all - except for maybe to enjoy it a little more - so Massu lets go of his hands and pulls away enough to search through the array of massage oils on the small table next to them. When he turns back, he feels all his blood drop to pool in his already hard cock at the sight of the smaller man.
Nishikido is leaning against the wall and has kicked his shoes and pants all the way off. His cheeks are high with colour and his dark eyes are half hidden by over-long bangs and half-lowered eyelids.
Massu gives up looking for the most pleasing scented oil and just grabs a bottle at random, pushing off his own shoes and pants and pressing Nishikido back into the wall as they kiss furiously once more. He grabs the backs of the man’s thighs almost painfully and forces his light weight up the wall so that the older man has to wrap his legs around his waist or fall to the floor.
Pulling his mouth free to breathe heavily, he unscrews the jar of oil and dumps some over his cock and onto his hand, slick fingers going right for the entrance to Nishikido’s body with no objections from either of them. His fingers slide in easily and Nishikido’s head slams back into the wall almost painfully as he lets out a moan and a curse at the feeling, his legs tightening around Massu’s waist.
It isn’t long before the older man is all but fucking himself on Massu’s fingers and when Massu pulls them out none-too-gently he’s given a glare and a hissed, ‘get on with it,’ so he does.
He slicks the oil on his cock over it fully and pushes in with no preamble. He stops almost immediately though when Nishikido tightens so much around him that he can feel the man’s rapid pulse fluttering against his cock inside of him. He waits for a heartbeat or six until Nishikido relaxes and pulls their mouths back together in a violent and messy war.
Then he pulls out and pushes back in, pressing him into the wall with every hard thrust as they bruise their mouths against each other.
He ends up not even having to touch the other man to get him to come. Between the stimulation of his prostate and the violent kisses they share, Nishikido comes before him with a low growl and Massu has to up the pressure of his muscles to fuck him through the constriction of his orgasm.
He finally comes with a soft grunt and for a moment neither of them moves or says anything.
Massu pulls out carefully, allowing Nishikido to get his legs under him before he pulls away and tosses him a towel as he grabs his own and cleans himself up as best as he can. He’s under no delusions that the entire whorehouse doesn’t know what they were doing, but he can pretend.
Pulling his pants and shoes back on, he walks out of the room and closes the door behind him. His expression is placid and genial as he pulls out his mobile phone on his way to the car. It rings several times before Shige picks up, sounding almost breathless.
“Yes?”
Massu pauses at the snappish tone Shige uses, but doesn’t comment. “We’re fucked,” he say almost cheerfully as he leans against the squad car.
“Speak for yourself,” Shige gasps out, struggling to hold onto his phone and fuck the tall man below him on the bed; Koyama’s eyes are shut and he could care less that Shige is on the phone as long as he doesn’t stop. “I always top.”
He snaps the phone shut, ending the call, and tosses it onto the messy sheets next to him before he hooks his hands better under Koyama’s thighs and pushes them up so that he can press in even deeper. He’s decided that this precinct is a lost cause anyway, so he might as well enjoy his time here.
Massu stares at his phone after Shige’s words are followed by a dial tone. It was obvious enough by his tone what he’d been doing, but he couldn’t help but smile a little. Maybe a little (or lot) or sex might help the younger agent be a little less bitchy.
He’s considering just what he’s going to tell their boss when Nishikido steps out of the building and approaches him with a distinctly naughty expression.
It’s then that Massu realizes for the first time that he doesn’t really care.
~*~*~
The following day when their Chief receives their notices of resignation he isn’t all that surprised… after all, every other agent he’s ended up sending there (Koyama, Yasuda, Ohkura) all of them quit as well.
As he sighs and settles back in his chair, feet up on his desk, Chief Inspector Yamashita wonders just what the hell’s going on in that precinct.
--END--