Locked Away at Sea: 1.4
A fanfiction pairing Enomoto Kei and Aoto Junko, taking place after episode 11. At sea (Can you guess why?) <3
Rating: PG-17, potentially R (smut at sea, ne)
Length: Multiple Parts
Enomoto very rarely allowed his emotions to show through the shell he had come to shelter himself in, but her tears and that accusation that he didn’t care, plus the fact that she was threatening to fall apart in front of him, had Enomoto’s composure wearing very thin. Out of its own accord, his hand was resting on her shoulder. Now he wanted to take his hand, dip it lower, and slide it around her rib cage to her front so he could pull her back against him.
But that isn’t how he would behave. That isn’t what she would want from him. Is it? She wanted an explanation. No. She wanted a better man-- a “good” man. He wasn’t that. He’d never been that. Not to anyone.
As always, while he was thinking about how to express his feelings, Aoto was acting. She abruptly turned into him, anger sparking in her eyes.
“Satou Manabu-san” she fairly hissed, “I’m tired of feeling stupid while I’m being held here. Do you realize how they treated me last night? How they went about their ‘questioning’? I don’t even regret it now. Because I thought it was for you. Somehow, I’d found you. That kept my mouth shut. That’s what you mean to me. This,” Aoto pointed to a bruise along her jawline, “ this is how I feel about you. I’ve given all that I can, Enomoto-san. Your name is irrelevant. Your actions are not. How are we going to act now? If you ‘value’ me, now might be a good time to decide.”
She wasn’t just angry, she was hurt and well on her way to being pissed. Enomoto had seemed so harmless before. So easy to understand. He definitely was not anymore. It wasn’t often someone got her riled up. She was almost never an angry person, but now he had this ugly background. One that Serizawa had proposed, but now Enomoto had confirmed it. That confirmation bit into her, like a vice on her already strangling impression of him. She couldn’t escape it, and she’d just wanted this man to be good. To be honest. She didn’t want all of this ugliness surrounding the one man she wanted to let close to her. Her skin was itching for his closeness even now. Ever since she’d felt what it was like to be held by him, it had become a burning desire for her to have it again. More, even. She wanted to feel her bare skin against his.
But that wasn’t so easy. Now it was complicated. Or was it? Who was she dictate how her ‘friend’ behaved? She was just a lawyer, wielder of the law, and he was somehow a person whose name could get her slapped across the head by a complete stranger. That wasn’t so awful was it? Even the sarcasm racing through her mind was a bitter reminder for Aoto that their relationship was drastically changing. If one of them didn’t act to rectify it quickly, if they couldn’t find resolve, Aoto did not know how she would feel about this awkward man the following morning. If she had another morning.
“Aoto,” Enomoto’s voice was tinged in emotion he was fighting not to let through, “Every point of this plot was not meant to involve you. This was intended to be separate from the... the friendship we had. Now it is not. It. is. unfortunate.”
Enomoto enunciated the last three words slowly, his free hand clenching into a fist at his side, and Aoto’s anger started to slip as she saw his struggle. “I cannot bear that they hurt you,” he whispered, so close to her, “I didn’t want you to know what I am. But it is who I am.”
His hand fell from her shoulder, and Aoto grabbed at both of his hands quickly. Her brown eyes were wide and searched his, and before he could pull away, she pulled him towards her, “Is this really all that you are? I can’t believe that. I still... I still want to believe that you’re better than this. There are other ways to keep Shiina safe. Please, Enomoto.”
Aoto still wanted to think he was a good man, and Enomoto’s eyes flashed slightly in surprise. She was the first person to ever do so. To think of him as not just another nameless face, not just a useful tool, and not as a freak-- but as a good man. Aoto-san had met him and immediately trusted him. She hadn’t been completely put off that day he’d explained the disks within the vault that she’d locked Serizawa in the first time they’d all met. She had simply accepted him. It was a good memory, Enomoto had decided weeks ago when he’d left them behind. All of their time together was a good memory. He’d thought that was all he and Aoto-san could ever share. Those memories, and nothing more.
Somehow, he’d been wrong.
But this world, it did not coincide with his world in which Aoto-san had previously existed. The life of Satou Manabu did not mesh with Enomoto Kei, the security technician. He had been hikikomori, and he’d clawed his way out of that self-consumed vacuum. It had been anything but easy, and he was still struggling to overcome his social shortcomings. The intricate planning and maneuvering that went into his departure from Nishimura the first time had been one of his greatest achievements-- at least in Enomoto’s mind. Now that was gone too. Even if he hadn’t agreed to come back on Shiina’s behalf, they would have been alerted of his existence.
The wetness on his own cheeks came as a surprise to him, and Enomoto wiped slow and cautious fingers over his face before marvelling at the fact that he was crying. He hadn’t cried in years. He didn’t even have a memory of what crying felt like. Although this... this hurt.
While he was staring at his fingertips, Aoto also noticed the silent tears running down his cheeks, and it flipped a switch in her head. They’re in this little room on a huge ship, upsetting each other, when they should be trying to think of a way to get out of there. Not that Aoto didn’t think this was a conversation they needed to have. They did. Otherwise the questions would have distracted her until they were answered. And she was, at least, glad to hear them from Enomoto himself rather than someone else.
“Do you feel guilty about the people you’re supposed to be stealing from?” she murmured, wrapping her arm around his bicep and pulling it close. She was officially done trying to stop herself from touching him.
“No.” Enomoto responded a little too quickly, causing Aoto to make a slight sound of surprise before asking why not.
“Well,” he continued thoughtfully, “I do not know where the necklace and bracelet originated, but there was a period of time in which they belonged to Nishimura’s sister. They were a prized possession, but they were stolen a year or so after I joined. At the time, no one had known who had taken them, and it was not of any interest to me. Within the past six months, the newly wed heir of the Akanishi family has been, apparently, flaunting his young wife wearing the jewels-- and they are among the guests on this cruise. I believe you are familiar with the family?”
Aoto nodded, they were an old yakuza family, although it was thought they had mellowed out with the younger generations, “So you aren’t stealing from an unexpecting, law-abiding citizen. You’re stealing back a jewelry set from one corrupt family for another?”
Enomoto twisted his head, trying to look at her, as she now had his left arm pressed close to her chest. “Yes. That’s about right,” he just got the words out before her mouth was on his. Enomoto muttered a surprised, “Aoto?” but the word was muffled against her lips.
She hadn’t intended to kiss him. It was completely unplanned, and unexpected. But the feeling that exploded within her heart with just the idea that he wasn’t actually involved in a completely abhorrent crime-- Aoto couldn’t restrain herself. The desire she’d been trying to repress for Enomoto burst forward, and her mouth had found his. His lips were soft and warm, the bottom enticingly plush. Aoto wanted to nip at it as she pressed closer.
Enomoto’s mind hadn’t had time to prepare for this sort of burning onslaught, and so he struggled with how to respond. Still, it wasn’t like he hadn’t been in this sort of situation before. He had, and he was fairly sure of where this was going. Wasn’t sure why it was going there, but he decided he’d question that later. Bringing his hands to rest on her hips, Enomoto licked his tongue, tentatively, against Aoto’s lips and relished when those lips parted.
He shivered as she sighed into his mouth and he realized she tasted like his toothpaste. She’d showered using what he’d left in the bathroom. He wondered briefly how he tasted to her, but all intelligent thought escaped his mind as she wrapped one arm around his neck, bringing their bodies together so her breasts were pressed deliciously against his chest. Her other hand skimmed down over the front of his black shirt to slip beneath. There, her fingertips traced the lean muscle of his stomach, and he involuntarily sucked-in in response.
They continued like that, tongues brushing hot against each other, until Aoto rose her fingers up to his chest to tease a hardened nipple. Enomoto broke the kiss, stifling a moan, and tightened his grip on her hips before raising his hands up her ribcage then back to lean Aoto down on the bed.
Aoto laid back easily, and reached to pull him down to her. Even the momentary loss of his body against hers was irritating, and she murmured his name appreciatively when his weight settled over hers.
Her lips immediately sought his but after briefly kissing, he moved his mouth to her bruised jawline, pressing precise, feather light kisses before moving to drop sharp, hot kisses against her neck, her pulse beating feverishly beneath the pale skin.
Then Enomoto pulled back to look down at Aoto, his brow furrowed, and Aoto realized he looked frustrated. “What is it?” she asked.
Color tinged his cheeks, but he responded, “Your shirt.”
Aoto bit her lower lip. The day was definitely taking an interesting turn, but as she leaned up to capture his lips in a quick kiss before pulling her shirt over her head, Aoto decided, regardless of everything, they needed this. Enomoto gestured to her bra, “That, too.”
When she slipped that off, too, Enomoto visibly swallowed. His eyes were hot and fairly intense as they absorbed her naked upper body, and his gaze sent delicious shivers that peaked her nipples before pooling below her navel. He stared maybe a few moments longer before lightly touching her breasts, his long fingers skimming over the already painfully tightened buds. Although Enomoto had trouble conveying his feelings for Aoto in words and general social interaction, he was able to do it here. The caresses against her warm flesh were so careful in their exploration, so considerate of her every response. When he leaned forward to flick his tongue against her nipple, Aoto arched up, gasping. The corners of Enomoto’s mouth turned up slightly before he took it completely into his mouth, laving the sensitive flesh while he brought up his other hand to roll and pinch her other nipple.
Aoto soon lost patience with the slow, deliciously methodic torment and started pulling his shirt up his back until he silently took it off. He would have resumed his ministrations, looking to extend his exploration to her ribs and stomach, but Aoto couldn’t wait any longer. The emotional distress from moments ago had her growing more desperate for a fast, hard release than anything slow and sweet.
She could feel him hard against her inner thigh, and she reached a hand down to cup him. Aoto was rewarded with a strangled moan that came out something like a sigh. “Now, Enomoto. Please.”
Enomoto nodded and started undoing his fly as he pushed himself off the bed and went to retrieve a small, metallic packet from his travel case. Aoto registered a moment of surprise that he brought condoms with him on this “trip,” but mentally shrugged and slid off her torn cotton pants. When they were both naked, she wasted no time wrapping her arms around him and pulling him down into place.
Her entire body sang. Finally they were skin to skin. She kissed him hard, possessively and felt him trying to keep pace. Not that Aoto had all that much experience, but she seemed more adept to this sort of physical onslaught than he was. When they broke apart, his lips were red and swollen, especially the lower, and his dark eyes were wide. He hadn’t expected that, and this sort of aggression wasn’t necessarily typical of Aoto, but her life hadn’t exactly been all that typical lately. And she wanted him to be her Enomoto-san again.
“Now?” he asked, voice low and slightly unsteady.
“Please,” she repeated, and his fingers dove down to find her entrance, dancing over the sensitive flesh. Once he did, he thrust his length expertly inside, his now slick fingertips moving to her sensitive nub.
Aoto gasped loudly. The fit was perfect. Immaculate. He was so hot and Aoto couldn’t help but raise her hips to meet him as he stretched and filled her. Enomoto’s breathing grew strained, and it wasn’t long before they were moving at a feverish speed. Aoto felt herself approaching the edge and dug her nails into his back as her hips slightly stiffened. Enomoto, recognizing how close she was, quickened his thrusts, snapping his hips hard before he felt the spasms envelope him inside and heard her cry out a word that sounded very much like “Kei,” sparking him to join in her release.
They lied there, intertwined on the small bed, not speaking, just breathing in each other’s comfort until Enomoto raised his head to check the time on the clock. He made a small sound in his throat and detangled his limbs from Aoto. She looked at him curiously, and as he bent over to gather his clothes, Enomoto told her, “I have to go meet with someone. Please stay here.”
“Who are you going to meet?” Aoto asked, pulling up the sheet to cover herself as she sat up.
Enomoto paused before answering, “I’m not sure. Do not come looking for me. I’ll be back before dark.”
“Because of the heist tonight?”
“Because I’ll come back for you” he replied, and very quickly, he was gone.
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Enomoto walked swiftly to the hallway, eyes immediately finding the man in the hoodie standing in the shadow of a doorway. He approached the man, but still stood a fair distance from him. He’d prefer to talk to him in the light, and where he could see the man’s face.
Just as he had predicted, the man stepped from the shadows to speak to him. He was young. Enomoto realized when he saw the stranger’s face, younger than he was and taller too. Thin though, probably all lean muscle. Enomoto didn’t want to fight him, and so he hoped this conversation didn’t go down that route.
“You are not working for Nishimura, nor are you working for Akanishi, “ Enomoto said simply, clearing the air.
The younger man’s eyes flickered, but he just cocked a small smile, “Alright. Let’s say I’m not. The question is, whose side are you on, Satou-san? Or is it Enomoto?”
He ignored the question about his name and replied, “I am not. This operation is not what it originally seemed.”
“Are you referring to Aoto Junko? Are you not going to go through with the robbery now, because of her?” The man ran a pale hand through dark hair, pushing the hood from his head.
“My private life was compromised, yes,” Enomoto replied, “But that is not the only reason. There’s something else going on here. Tell me, are you here to stop them?”
The other man paused, seemingly to think over his answer, but Enomoto was given the impression that he was actually listening to something-- or someone. He must be wired, Enomoto deduced, and then swept his gaze around the hallway until he realized where another person was hiding. There was an air duct vent almost directly above the younger man’s head, and there was definitely someone up there. A man, Enomoto believed. Also fairly young. Nearly undetectable, except that Enomoto caught the briefest glimpse of a face illuminated barely a second by a handheld device.
These men underestimated him, Enomoto acknowledged but did not care. The man in the hooded sweatshirt cleared his throat, bringing Enomoto’s attention back to him.
“My original purpose was just to observe, but you’re right. There’s something else going on here. You are apparently very good at opening locks, including those locked-room murders, so maybe you can help figure out what is going on,” the man said, earnestly. Enomoto was a good judge of character-- it was nearly impossible to lie to him without his realizing it, and Enomoto trusted this man.
“There are many factors here that do not add up. For starters, this supposed to be a simple jewelery heist. Yes, they are worth 80 million yen, but still. Such an operation should involve minimal group members, but there are a fairly significant number of them here. Secondly, the safe that the jewels are reported to be kept in is not so advanced that it requires someone of my skill level to open it. A thief half as familiar with opening locks could accomplish it. Easily. And yet..,” Enomoto broke off his sentence to rub his fingers next to his temple as he thought carefully over the situation.
“There’s something else rather disturbing you should know,” the younger man said, stepping closer, “I’m working undercover as a low-level thug, and yesterday, a hazmat crate was discovered with the Nishimura group’s cargo.”
“Then they must have something dangerous. It’s pertinent we figure out what and quickly,” Enomoto replied, flatly.
“Um, yeah.. My cover is definitely expendable, so let’s put a stop to it before it gets to a hazmat level, “ the man turned, beckoning Enomoto to follow, “Come on, I’ll show you what we’ve come up with.”
Enomoto didn’t miss the we, and started to follow the other man’s lead.
“What is your name?” Enomoto asked, as he came up behind him.
“Um...,” the other man didn’t respond immediately, then answered, “I’m Tokita. Tokita Shuntaro.”
Rating: PG-17, potentially R (smut at sea, ne)
Length: Multiple Parts
Enomoto very rarely allowed his emotions to show through the shell he had come to shelter himself in, but her tears and that accusation that he didn’t care, plus the fact that she was threatening to fall apart in front of him, had Enomoto’s composure wearing very thin. Out of its own accord, his hand was resting on her shoulder. Now he wanted to take his hand, dip it lower, and slide it around her rib cage to her front so he could pull her back against him.
But that isn’t how he would behave. That isn’t what she would want from him. Is it? She wanted an explanation. No. She wanted a better man-- a “good” man. He wasn’t that. He’d never been that. Not to anyone.
As always, while he was thinking about how to express his feelings, Aoto was acting. She abruptly turned into him, anger sparking in her eyes.
“Satou Manabu-san” she fairly hissed, “I’m tired of feeling stupid while I’m being held here. Do you realize how they treated me last night? How they went about their ‘questioning’? I don’t even regret it now. Because I thought it was for you. Somehow, I’d found you. That kept my mouth shut. That’s what you mean to me. This,” Aoto pointed to a bruise along her jawline, “ this is how I feel about you. I’ve given all that I can, Enomoto-san. Your name is irrelevant. Your actions are not. How are we going to act now? If you ‘value’ me, now might be a good time to decide.”
She wasn’t just angry, she was hurt and well on her way to being pissed. Enomoto had seemed so harmless before. So easy to understand. He definitely was not anymore. It wasn’t often someone got her riled up. She was almost never an angry person, but now he had this ugly background. One that Serizawa had proposed, but now Enomoto had confirmed it. That confirmation bit into her, like a vice on her already strangling impression of him. She couldn’t escape it, and she’d just wanted this man to be good. To be honest. She didn’t want all of this ugliness surrounding the one man she wanted to let close to her. Her skin was itching for his closeness even now. Ever since she’d felt what it was like to be held by him, it had become a burning desire for her to have it again. More, even. She wanted to feel her bare skin against his.
But that wasn’t so easy. Now it was complicated. Or was it? Who was she dictate how her ‘friend’ behaved? She was just a lawyer, wielder of the law, and he was somehow a person whose name could get her slapped across the head by a complete stranger. That wasn’t so awful was it? Even the sarcasm racing through her mind was a bitter reminder for Aoto that their relationship was drastically changing. If one of them didn’t act to rectify it quickly, if they couldn’t find resolve, Aoto did not know how she would feel about this awkward man the following morning. If she had another morning.
“Aoto,” Enomoto’s voice was tinged in emotion he was fighting not to let through, “Every point of this plot was not meant to involve you. This was intended to be separate from the... the friendship we had. Now it is not. It. is. unfortunate.”
Enomoto enunciated the last three words slowly, his free hand clenching into a fist at his side, and Aoto’s anger started to slip as she saw his struggle. “I cannot bear that they hurt you,” he whispered, so close to her, “I didn’t want you to know what I am. But it is who I am.”
His hand fell from her shoulder, and Aoto grabbed at both of his hands quickly. Her brown eyes were wide and searched his, and before he could pull away, she pulled him towards her, “Is this really all that you are? I can’t believe that. I still... I still want to believe that you’re better than this. There are other ways to keep Shiina safe. Please, Enomoto.”
Aoto still wanted to think he was a good man, and Enomoto’s eyes flashed slightly in surprise. She was the first person to ever do so. To think of him as not just another nameless face, not just a useful tool, and not as a freak-- but as a good man. Aoto-san had met him and immediately trusted him. She hadn’t been completely put off that day he’d explained the disks within the vault that she’d locked Serizawa in the first time they’d all met. She had simply accepted him. It was a good memory, Enomoto had decided weeks ago when he’d left them behind. All of their time together was a good memory. He’d thought that was all he and Aoto-san could ever share. Those memories, and nothing more.
Somehow, he’d been wrong.
But this world, it did not coincide with his world in which Aoto-san had previously existed. The life of Satou Manabu did not mesh with Enomoto Kei, the security technician. He had been hikikomori, and he’d clawed his way out of that self-consumed vacuum. It had been anything but easy, and he was still struggling to overcome his social shortcomings. The intricate planning and maneuvering that went into his departure from Nishimura the first time had been one of his greatest achievements-- at least in Enomoto’s mind. Now that was gone too. Even if he hadn’t agreed to come back on Shiina’s behalf, they would have been alerted of his existence.
The wetness on his own cheeks came as a surprise to him, and Enomoto wiped slow and cautious fingers over his face before marvelling at the fact that he was crying. He hadn’t cried in years. He didn’t even have a memory of what crying felt like. Although this... this hurt.
While he was staring at his fingertips, Aoto also noticed the silent tears running down his cheeks, and it flipped a switch in her head. They’re in this little room on a huge ship, upsetting each other, when they should be trying to think of a way to get out of there. Not that Aoto didn’t think this was a conversation they needed to have. They did. Otherwise the questions would have distracted her until they were answered. And she was, at least, glad to hear them from Enomoto himself rather than someone else.
“Do you feel guilty about the people you’re supposed to be stealing from?” she murmured, wrapping her arm around his bicep and pulling it close. She was officially done trying to stop herself from touching him.
“No.” Enomoto responded a little too quickly, causing Aoto to make a slight sound of surprise before asking why not.
“Well,” he continued thoughtfully, “I do not know where the necklace and bracelet originated, but there was a period of time in which they belonged to Nishimura’s sister. They were a prized possession, but they were stolen a year or so after I joined. At the time, no one had known who had taken them, and it was not of any interest to me. Within the past six months, the newly wed heir of the Akanishi family has been, apparently, flaunting his young wife wearing the jewels-- and they are among the guests on this cruise. I believe you are familiar with the family?”
Aoto nodded, they were an old yakuza family, although it was thought they had mellowed out with the younger generations, “So you aren’t stealing from an unexpecting, law-abiding citizen. You’re stealing back a jewelry set from one corrupt family for another?”
Enomoto twisted his head, trying to look at her, as she now had his left arm pressed close to her chest. “Yes. That’s about right,” he just got the words out before her mouth was on his. Enomoto muttered a surprised, “Aoto?” but the word was muffled against her lips.
She hadn’t intended to kiss him. It was completely unplanned, and unexpected. But the feeling that exploded within her heart with just the idea that he wasn’t actually involved in a completely abhorrent crime-- Aoto couldn’t restrain herself. The desire she’d been trying to repress for Enomoto burst forward, and her mouth had found his. His lips were soft and warm, the bottom enticingly plush. Aoto wanted to nip at it as she pressed closer.
Enomoto’s mind hadn’t had time to prepare for this sort of burning onslaught, and so he struggled with how to respond. Still, it wasn’t like he hadn’t been in this sort of situation before. He had, and he was fairly sure of where this was going. Wasn’t sure why it was going there, but he decided he’d question that later. Bringing his hands to rest on her hips, Enomoto licked his tongue, tentatively, against Aoto’s lips and relished when those lips parted.
He shivered as she sighed into his mouth and he realized she tasted like his toothpaste. She’d showered using what he’d left in the bathroom. He wondered briefly how he tasted to her, but all intelligent thought escaped his mind as she wrapped one arm around his neck, bringing their bodies together so her breasts were pressed deliciously against his chest. Her other hand skimmed down over the front of his black shirt to slip beneath. There, her fingertips traced the lean muscle of his stomach, and he involuntarily sucked-in in response.
They continued like that, tongues brushing hot against each other, until Aoto rose her fingers up to his chest to tease a hardened nipple. Enomoto broke the kiss, stifling a moan, and tightened his grip on her hips before raising his hands up her ribcage then back to lean Aoto down on the bed.
Aoto laid back easily, and reached to pull him down to her. Even the momentary loss of his body against hers was irritating, and she murmured his name appreciatively when his weight settled over hers.
Her lips immediately sought his but after briefly kissing, he moved his mouth to her bruised jawline, pressing precise, feather light kisses before moving to drop sharp, hot kisses against her neck, her pulse beating feverishly beneath the pale skin.
Then Enomoto pulled back to look down at Aoto, his brow furrowed, and Aoto realized he looked frustrated. “What is it?” she asked.
Color tinged his cheeks, but he responded, “Your shirt.”
Aoto bit her lower lip. The day was definitely taking an interesting turn, but as she leaned up to capture his lips in a quick kiss before pulling her shirt over her head, Aoto decided, regardless of everything, they needed this. Enomoto gestured to her bra, “That, too.”
When she slipped that off, too, Enomoto visibly swallowed. His eyes were hot and fairly intense as they absorbed her naked upper body, and his gaze sent delicious shivers that peaked her nipples before pooling below her navel. He stared maybe a few moments longer before lightly touching her breasts, his long fingers skimming over the already painfully tightened buds. Although Enomoto had trouble conveying his feelings for Aoto in words and general social interaction, he was able to do it here. The caresses against her warm flesh were so careful in their exploration, so considerate of her every response. When he leaned forward to flick his tongue against her nipple, Aoto arched up, gasping. The corners of Enomoto’s mouth turned up slightly before he took it completely into his mouth, laving the sensitive flesh while he brought up his other hand to roll and pinch her other nipple.
Aoto soon lost patience with the slow, deliciously methodic torment and started pulling his shirt up his back until he silently took it off. He would have resumed his ministrations, looking to extend his exploration to her ribs and stomach, but Aoto couldn’t wait any longer. The emotional distress from moments ago had her growing more desperate for a fast, hard release than anything slow and sweet.
She could feel him hard against her inner thigh, and she reached a hand down to cup him. Aoto was rewarded with a strangled moan that came out something like a sigh. “Now, Enomoto. Please.”
Enomoto nodded and started undoing his fly as he pushed himself off the bed and went to retrieve a small, metallic packet from his travel case. Aoto registered a moment of surprise that he brought condoms with him on this “trip,” but mentally shrugged and slid off her torn cotton pants. When they were both naked, she wasted no time wrapping her arms around him and pulling him down into place.
Her entire body sang. Finally they were skin to skin. She kissed him hard, possessively and felt him trying to keep pace. Not that Aoto had all that much experience, but she seemed more adept to this sort of physical onslaught than he was. When they broke apart, his lips were red and swollen, especially the lower, and his dark eyes were wide. He hadn’t expected that, and this sort of aggression wasn’t necessarily typical of Aoto, but her life hadn’t exactly been all that typical lately. And she wanted him to be her Enomoto-san again.
“Now?” he asked, voice low and slightly unsteady.
“Please,” she repeated, and his fingers dove down to find her entrance, dancing over the sensitive flesh. Once he did, he thrust his length expertly inside, his now slick fingertips moving to her sensitive nub.
Aoto gasped loudly. The fit was perfect. Immaculate. He was so hot and Aoto couldn’t help but raise her hips to meet him as he stretched and filled her. Enomoto’s breathing grew strained, and it wasn’t long before they were moving at a feverish speed. Aoto felt herself approaching the edge and dug her nails into his back as her hips slightly stiffened. Enomoto, recognizing how close she was, quickened his thrusts, snapping his hips hard before he felt the spasms envelope him inside and heard her cry out a word that sounded very much like “Kei,” sparking him to join in her release.
They lied there, intertwined on the small bed, not speaking, just breathing in each other’s comfort until Enomoto raised his head to check the time on the clock. He made a small sound in his throat and detangled his limbs from Aoto. She looked at him curiously, and as he bent over to gather his clothes, Enomoto told her, “I have to go meet with someone. Please stay here.”
“Who are you going to meet?” Aoto asked, pulling up the sheet to cover herself as she sat up.
Enomoto paused before answering, “I’m not sure. Do not come looking for me. I’ll be back before dark.”
“Because of the heist tonight?”
“Because I’ll come back for you” he replied, and very quickly, he was gone.
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Enomoto walked swiftly to the hallway, eyes immediately finding the man in the hoodie standing in the shadow of a doorway. He approached the man, but still stood a fair distance from him. He’d prefer to talk to him in the light, and where he could see the man’s face.
Just as he had predicted, the man stepped from the shadows to speak to him. He was young. Enomoto realized when he saw the stranger’s face, younger than he was and taller too. Thin though, probably all lean muscle. Enomoto didn’t want to fight him, and so he hoped this conversation didn’t go down that route.
“You are not working for Nishimura, nor are you working for Akanishi, “ Enomoto said simply, clearing the air.
The younger man’s eyes flickered, but he just cocked a small smile, “Alright. Let’s say I’m not. The question is, whose side are you on, Satou-san? Or is it Enomoto?”
He ignored the question about his name and replied, “I am not. This operation is not what it originally seemed.”
“Are you referring to Aoto Junko? Are you not going to go through with the robbery now, because of her?” The man ran a pale hand through dark hair, pushing the hood from his head.
“My private life was compromised, yes,” Enomoto replied, “But that is not the only reason. There’s something else going on here. Tell me, are you here to stop them?”
The other man paused, seemingly to think over his answer, but Enomoto was given the impression that he was actually listening to something-- or someone. He must be wired, Enomoto deduced, and then swept his gaze around the hallway until he realized where another person was hiding. There was an air duct vent almost directly above the younger man’s head, and there was definitely someone up there. A man, Enomoto believed. Also fairly young. Nearly undetectable, except that Enomoto caught the briefest glimpse of a face illuminated barely a second by a handheld device.
These men underestimated him, Enomoto acknowledged but did not care. The man in the hooded sweatshirt cleared his throat, bringing Enomoto’s attention back to him.
“My original purpose was just to observe, but you’re right. There’s something else going on here. You are apparently very good at opening locks, including those locked-room murders, so maybe you can help figure out what is going on,” the man said, earnestly. Enomoto was a good judge of character-- it was nearly impossible to lie to him without his realizing it, and Enomoto trusted this man.
“There are many factors here that do not add up. For starters, this supposed to be a simple jewelery heist. Yes, they are worth 80 million yen, but still. Such an operation should involve minimal group members, but there are a fairly significant number of them here. Secondly, the safe that the jewels are reported to be kept in is not so advanced that it requires someone of my skill level to open it. A thief half as familiar with opening locks could accomplish it. Easily. And yet..,” Enomoto broke off his sentence to rub his fingers next to his temple as he thought carefully over the situation.
“There’s something else rather disturbing you should know,” the younger man said, stepping closer, “I’m working undercover as a low-level thug, and yesterday, a hazmat crate was discovered with the Nishimura group’s cargo.”
“Then they must have something dangerous. It’s pertinent we figure out what and quickly,” Enomoto replied, flatly.
“Um, yeah.. My cover is definitely expendable, so let’s put a stop to it before it gets to a hazmat level, “ the man turned, beckoning Enomoto to follow, “Come on, I’ll show you what we’ve come up with.”
Enomoto didn’t miss the we, and started to follow the other man’s lead.
“What is your name?” Enomoto asked, as he came up behind him.
“Um...,” the other man didn’t respond immediately, then answered, “I’m Tokita. Tokita Shuntaro.”