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Tsurumi’s inner circle is all but gone. A whisper, a scandalous rumor of the past, a way to pass the time until one of the (now ex) members enters a room and the clear of the throat to signal that they are there. Back then, when the entirety of the 7th Division had been scrambling to clear their name, Ogata would notice the little things. Koito would shrink back a little before forcing himself into the room, subsequently silencing the entire room. Tsukishima would, of course, be the second to enter with his head held high, staring ahead. Ogata was usually one of the few to enter last back then, but he began to arrive early just for the sake of making sure no one spoke his name.
Paperwork, a new uniform that shaped his shoulders better than the standard uniform he used to wear, and an office oh-so graciously gifted to him full of even more paperwork.
He hadn’t even known about the steady recovery of Usami until it was brought up in conversation.
And boy, was it a recovery. The bullet had nearly nicked his heart, apparently, causing the man to go into shock and nearly die. There was a moment in time where Tsukishima had let it slip that Usami hadn’t remembered much of what happened, that Koito was in a frenzy about the complications of Tsurumi’s passing and how it might make Usami a problem in the grand scheme of things.
Tsurumi, of course, with his planning and scheming, simply told Ogata to wait to see what happens. Lying low always felt like something Tsurumi wouldn’t do, always wanting to be in the room for planning war, but they had eventually came to an agreement. Ogata chose a home a ways out of reach from the base, with its high walls and potential for gardening to keep the scheming man compliant for a while.
He must have not taken into account that Usami would figure things out on his own, and if he had, he would have warned Ogata to watch his back late at night when walking back home. That Usami would recover and, despite the hardships of recovering from a bullet that nearly killed him, would still manage to come back better than ever. That one night a year later, he’d follow Ogata back in hopes of killing him, only to stumble upon Tsurumi masquerading as a wife.
That Tsurumi, with that charming smile and soft gaze, told him, “My how you’ve grown into your looks…” Thus ending any sort of immediate threat to Ogata’s life, but it also started an ever-lasting thorn in his side.
Ogata stares out the window from his office, staring at nothing in particular as Usami rattles on in harsh whispers of how much he loathes spending time away from Tsurumi, how Koito is beginning to show signs of growing similar facial hair (as if he isn’t doing anything similar), and how Tsukishima tries to pretend as if he isn’t enamored over the mere idea of something that might remind him of Tsurumi.
“Are you even listening to me, Hyakunosuke?” The grating hiss of Usami breaks Ogata from his thoughts, but it does absolutely nothing to actually disperse them. “Otonoshin looks insane with that mustache, and on top of that, Tsukishima is obviously onto us about Tsurumi, and —”
“Keep talking about him and people will start to raise eyebrows.” He cuts the other off with a deadpan, voice monotone as he finally looks away from the window to look at Usami. The only reason he was even lingering around was to squeeze out anything Tsurumi might have said to tell him.
“I don’t even get why Tsurumi would entrust anything to the likes of you, Hyakunosuke.” Usami continues, apparently not at all detered by Ogata’s comment, “It was only because of those snakes that betrayed him that you were even given that chance to begin with. Even now, they mourn his death despite being the ones who almost sent him to his grave.” And then he turns around to face Ogata fully, a thick vein protruding from his forehead — he’s getting himself worked up. “And you! Not even a thank you to him whenever we are together with him. You should be happy he’s even given you the chance to play house with him!”
“Are you jealous, Usami?” It comes out before the Lynx can think. He knows not to poke back, but he does so anyways.
“Jealous?!” His voice is no longer that harsh, grating whisper, instead at full volume as he speaks, “I’m not the one who has to use someone in order to climb the ladder. And for what?! Because you can’t do it yourself, Hyakunosuke!” He’s already traveling across the short distance created as he bristles, but Ogata stays put. A lot has happened over the year and a half and Ogata doesn’t plan on faltering just because he striked a nerve. Usami is already in his space before he knows it. “But then again, you always did need that extra little push in order to get things done.”
A pause, Ogata’s eye moving to really get a good look at Usami. The man seems proud of himself for that quip, though it seems like he’s baiting him into something. The wildcat narrows his eye and asks, “What do you mean by that, Warrant Officer Usami?”
Usami grins, a giddiness in his voice as he leans in close and pokes at Ogata’s chest, “It means… that you even needed some little ol’ encouragement from me when it came to killing your dear little brother.” And, for dramatic effect he supposes, Usami covers his mouth as if he spoke of something obscene and goes, “Oops!”
There’s a brief moment of silence before Ogata’s fist connects with the other’s jaw, which in turn causes Usami to jerk back momentarily before his hands shoot out to grip onto the front of the Lieutenant’s uniform. There’s a scuffle, hands grappling and fists connecting as Ogata hisses, “You’re jealous, admit it—” A fist connects to his stomach and he staggers, but it doesn’t stop him, “You’re just mad. You lose a pinky and suddenly you think you’re not just a cheap pawn—”
“As if you don’t have his hand up your ass like a puppet!” Usami spits back and the scuffling continues. Another fist connects against Ogata’s side, but he’s able to get a pretty good punch in before the front of his uniform is being grabbed onto and forcibly moved forward. Usami’s mouth is on top of his in moments, making the wildcat falter as teeth bite down hard against his bottom lip. “Did he kiss you today? I bet he did–” He’s speaking, but Ogata can’t concentrate. What the fuck—
It’s unsurprising that the results turned into this, but the way Usami forces his mouth open and allows his tongue to explore his mouth makes him wonder if he had planned for it to take this sort of turn. He can taste blood and wonders if Usami actually had bitten his lip hard enough to draw blood, his eye rolling back into his skull a little as he grips Usami’s waist and accepts the invasion of tongue and taste of iron.
“— Can’t even fight back. Bet you just lay there when he fucks you –”
Ogata grunts, slamming his fist into the side of Usami’s head and making the older man jerk back. It causes more fighting, another fist to the gut, before somehow Ogata gets the upper hand and slams Usami face first into his desk, bending him over in the process.
“Yes, yes, c’mon, Hyakunosuke—” Usami’s breath hitches in tune with his voice pitching up, his nails digging into the wood of Ogata’s desk. Ogata looks down at the bent over man, watching as the older man starts rambling on about taking advantage of him. He can’t help but roll his eye at it all, using his foot to kick apart Usami’s legs to spread them. “Keep going!” Usami hisses, obviously becoming increasingly impatient over the slowness of the other.
“Do you ever shut up? Someone will hear you and then you won’t get your fun, will you?” A hand moves to grab at the other’s belt, though curiosity does get the best of him as it moves downward for a brief moment to squeeze the very obvious tenting in the front of the Warrant Officer’s pants, earning a hissed mewl instead of the usual whinny that he’d do. Ogata rolls his eye, working on the belt as if it were some chore — and with Usami, it might as well have been.
Usami continues his hysteric whispering, his idea on dirty talk, until finally his pants fall down his legs and onto the floor. It isn’t obvious from the back, but Ogata already knows that the front of the other’s fundoshi is tented and probably already stained with precum. It reminds him back to before, during their fight in Sapporo, the brief glimpse of tented pants back then as well before he had taken aim and fired while on the floor. Patting at his chest, then pants, before finally finding what he needed. He leans over the older man with a sly smirk spreading, his hand gripping the other’s waist before whispering, “You’re lucky, I have some gun oil left.”
“Go in dry for all I care, get on with it!” Another harsh whisper, “I’d have cum by now if you weren’t so slow.”
Ogata rolls his eye once more with a sigh, open the tin can before dipping his fingers into the substance. The smell lingers, even as he puts the can onto the desk as he pushes Usami’s fundoshi to the side in order to spread the oil around the man’s hole. It doesn’t feel like he’s doing much of anything besides teasing, but the reaction and noise he gets out of the other makes it seem like he’s already three fingers deep inside him. And, despite everything, it encourages him to not linger and push a finger inside him.
It’s not like this is the first time they’ve done this, let alone in his office, but he’s become increasingly reliant on Tsurumi whispering in his ear whenever they do this back at his home. The encouragement, the way to make Usami melt and come undone… now that they’re alone, he struggles to really find the right middle ground for himself in this situation. It was usually easier for him to just lie down and let Usami ride him, or even roll over and let the man have his own fun.
“— Keep going, fuck, where’s that fight in you from a moment ago?” Usami’s voice brings him back, the second and third finger being added immediately to shut him up. A high-pitched whinny comes from the man below him, his hips rocking against the three fingers in tandem to Ogata’s mild thrusts. There’s no interest, no gain in this, but Usami seems to be pleased with this outcome, as if he wanted this to happen. His eye trails downward, watching the stretch of the other’s hole around his fingers before he catches movement underneath, realizing that Usami is already jerking off as he mumbles to himself.
“Don’t tell me you’re thinking about Tsurumi while I do this.” Another deadpan statement, his fingers hooking and searching.
“As if you don’t do the same when I fuck you.” He hisses out the answer, “Now quit talking, let me fantasize!”
Rolling his eye, Ogata continues the meager thrusting of his fingers, contemplating on whether he wanted to prolong this any further by stopping Usami. He shuffles his feet, his free hand moving to grab the other’s hand —
— until a knock comes from the door.
Ogata swears under his breath, Usami glaring and seething at the door for interrupting. His fingers, still inside Usami and pumping lazily, finally leaves when another knock on the door sounds and a muffled voice can be heard.
He plans on opening his mouth, but Usami shoots a glare up at him from his position on the desk, “Tell whoever it is to go away.”
Staring down at the other with a frown, he contemplates his decision before a smile spreads and his lone eye moves back to the door, “Give me a moment.” He finally says, which in turn makes the man who is half naked swear under his own breath before standing up and grabbing his pants to make himself presentable.
“You owe me, Hyakunosuke.” Usami adjusts his pants, but the noticeable tenting of it is still, well, noticeable.
Ogata makes a sound between a snort and a laugh, waving him off before using his clean hand to fix his hair. “Whatever you say.”
It’s not long after Ogata makes it home that he notices something is off. Tsurumi, playing the role of adoring caretaker, has tea already set on the table while dinner is being made. Instead of two cups, however, three have been made. The brief silence as he walks into the room is nearly defeaning… if it hadn’t been for the pattering of rain outside.
He doesn’t wait, doesn’t let his confusion linger for long before asking, “What is this?”
“It’s green tea, Hyakunosuke.” Tsurumi hums his reply, taking a sip of his own cup while the other two cups sit lonesome on the table. Ogata frowns, staring at the offending extra cup of tea before moving to sit down. “It seems that the rain brings in a lot of strays nowadays.” The comment lingers and for a moment, the wildcat assumes that Tsurumi means the stray cats that he feeds and now linger in the garden in the back. A second thought, something about Usami’s insistence of Koito or Tsukishima knowing, crosses his mind. But Tsurumi wouldn’t be so foolish, not with them both playing so carefully. It never crosses his mind, until he hears the rattling door from upstairs, that Tsurumi means that the guest is already in their home.
“He’s here, isn’t he?” Ogata doesn’t have to say his name, he can hear the padding of feet walk around upstairs and it makes him seethe that the man in front of him would just allow Usami to enter into their home so easily now. “He doesn’t live here. Him coming and going as he pleases will just make others aware.”
“You don’t plan on keeping me away from Tokishige, do you? How cruel you are to me, Hyakunosuke…” Tsurumi does not pull away from the cup that oh-so delicately presses to his bottom lip, but there’s a hint of a smile as his eyes gaze over to Ogata under uneven eyelashes. He bristles at the eye contact, his own stubbornness making it hard to look away before he stands up and makes his way up the stairs.
A part of Ogata wants to claim it’s because he despises having Usami around, but a deep part of him notices the paranoia building in his head and churning in his stomach. Haven’t seen him in so long, don’t need to see him now. Not right now. Anything but now. A phantom pain twists in his false eye and it makes him sneer, just as he makes it to the door of the bedroom before pushing it open. The man before him jumps up immediately, only to roll his eyes once he realizes who it is. “Is dinner ready?”
“I didn’t say you could just show up whenever. This is getting out of hand.” A pause, Ogata’s eye moving from the other to the dark corners of the room before continuing, “Were you followed? Were you thinking of anything other than your dick?”
There’s a flicker of something that crosses Usami’s eyes at the questioning before a grin spreads, “Why? Are you actually worried that they’ll find out that you aren’t the big great Lieutenant you want them to think you are? That you can’t make any sort of decisions without Tsurumi?”
It all happens so fast after that; Ogata goes to grab at him, but Usami is quicker and ends up grabbing at the offending hand, using it to slam the younger man against the floor. “You still suck at fighting without that rifle of yours, Hyakunosuke! Your title doesn’t automatically make you any better.” He hears the hissing from the other, just as he’s being flipped around and shoved face first into the floor, just as he had done to Usami. “You’re lucky you even got this far with him.” The press of the other’s hips against his ass is the only warning he gets on how the man is feeling, a clothed erection grinding against the slope of his rear making Ogata hiss. “I should teach you a lesson! Should’a done it when I first got back from the hospital!” Fingers grip his hips as he feels Usami begin to hump against him, rocking his hips in what he can only see as a man getting lost in the feeling.
Ogata digs his nails into the floor, grinding his teeth before he’s being flipped over once more. Usami grins, a flustered look as his hands move to undo the other’s belt, “You’re not even fighting back, cause you know I’m right!”
As he had done before, Ogata makes a right hook and temporarily is able to buck the other off of him before going for the drawer nearby. Usami laughs, wiping the blood that leaks from his nose, but stops in his tracks when he sees that the item he’s grabbed was a gun. He sneers, “You can’t win so you pull out a gun?”
“You can’t even ask to be fucked without resorting to getting violent.” Ogata’s voice wavers as he speaks, gripping the gun and pointing it at the other. Usami’s nostrils flare, his eyes narrowing only slightly until he looks behind Ogata and perks up. It doesn’t even register that anyone else is in the room until he hears the door close behind him.
Tsurumi’s voice is even, calm, with a hint of amusement, “I can’t leave you boys alone even now. What a shame.” Ogata can hear the man walking further into the room as he continues to speak, “Hyakunosuke, isn’t it unbecoming of a Lieutenant to point a gun on one of his own men?”
“He’s not supposed to be here —”
“And what happens once you pull that trigger?” He feels a tingling sensation, a tightness in his chest as he continues to glare at Usami. Tsurumi makes a soft tsk sound before continuing, “What happens, Hyakunosuke, when they find Usami missing from his duties and cannot find his body? What if they find his body and manage to piece together that you have the same firearm? Surely you know that even outside of here, you have a strained relationship with him on base. Do you expect that all the men you work with to be fooled?”
There’s a gentle touch on his shoulder that travels slowly across the arm and stops just before his wrist, Tsurumi’s voice ringing in his head, “Don’t be a fool, Lieutenant…”
To the side, Ogata can see Usami grinning, the obvious tenting in his pants at the display that Tsurumi is putting on. And, despite his anger, Ogata knows to drop his arm and breathe in before releasing a heavy breath. As if it were nothing, Tsurumi then takes the gun from his hand before his free hand travels to gently stroke Ogata’s jaw.
“Both of you can get along, I know you can. I’ve seen it before. You just need some mending, is all. Am I right?” It’s a thick and heady purr, Tsurumi’s gaze moving from one man to the other as he smiles. Ogata says nothing, instead soaking in the touch given to him like its the last thing he’ll receive. He’s still angry, but more-so at himself for becoming so easily pliable when it comes to the man behind him. “Tokishige.” He purrs and Usami is immediately scrambling over to the both of them, eyes wide and expectant as he grins. “Why not show me how nice you can play with Hyakunosuke?”
Usami’s quips out a sir! before immediately claiming the other’s mouth in a heated kiss – acting as if he hadn’t just been rocking his clothed cock against Ogata’s ass in an attempt to get off during a fight. The wildcat rolls his eye but catches a glimpse of the older man beside them both watching and, to appease him, opens his mouth for Usami’s tongue once more. An eager noise comes from the warrant officer, his tongue licking at his molars as if trying to claiming any sort of remaining essence of Tsurumi.
That free hand that had stroked his jaw so gently moves to his now free hands, both of which remain at his side, “You can do better than that, can’t you?” He hears the man mutter against his ear, allowing him to move one of his hands to the front of Usami’s pants to grind his palm against the very obvious tenting. The kissing stutters for a moment, the man grinding against said palm as he groans. Ogata takes the lead and decides to continue his teasing movements, if only because he finds it satisfying to have someone like Usami compliant like this.
“Tokishige, why not show your appreciation to Hyakunosuke?” He can see the gun move, the muzzle gently brushing between of their lips and making them both breathe in sharply. Usami seems to know what this means, as he immediately drops down to his knees and yanks off Ogata’s pants. “Open your mouth, Hyakunosuke.”
He does as he is instructed, opening his mouth to feel the cold metal of the gun’s muzzle press expectantly in his mouth. A shiver erupts from him, just as Usami undoes his belt and pulls his pants off of him. He immediately gets to work on wrapping his mouth around the man’s half-hard cock, the warm wetness of his mouth making Ogata instinctively bite down on the muzzle and bringing him to his senses immediately. He can taste the tang of metal and gun oil, but it’s not just that… it’s a reminder. He shivers again, groaning as Tsurumi presses the muzzle further into his mouth. On the floor, Usami releases his cock with an audible pop before languidly licking to watch whatever was happening between the other two.
“Yeah… make him deepthroat it.” He breathes, his nails dragging across Ogata’s naked thighs and making him tremble ever so slightly, “Fuck his mouth with the gun, sir, I wanna see it.”
Tsurumi grants Usami’s wish and does just that. It’s a slow grinding at first, deliberate in how the muzzle glides across his tongue. As if on cue, the man groans against Ogata’s cock.
“You’re such a pervert—” Ogata can’t help but speak around the muzzle of the gun and despite the way that the gun leaves his mouth, he can’t help but feel empty now that it’s gone. His hand moves to grip Usami’s head, trying to get him to back on it.
Usami giggles, like some weirdo, and hums out his reply, “Says the guy who wasn’t all that hard until a gun was in his mouth.” There must be an exhange of looks between Usami and Tsurumi because a moment later, Usami is immediately returning to his task of blowing Ogata.
Tsurumi presses the gun back into Ogata’s mouth and he can’t help but wonder if this is all in the name of mending something between Usami and him, or if Tsurumi is doing it to fuck with him in particular.
Either Usami gets bored or Tsurumi does something because suddenly the warrant officer is moving to push Ogata down onto the floor, panting as they all shift to accommodate where who will be. Ogata finds himself lying down on the floor somehow, his back against Tsurumi’s lap and Usami hovering over him as he takes off his clothes. After he’s completely naked, he straddles him and grins, “No need for prep… I already did that.”
Tsurumi whistles low, but Ogata’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. Usami takes notice of this and purrs as he gets into his face, “I told you that you owe me, Hyakunosuke… doesn’t matter whether it was going to be me fucking you, or you fucking me.”
“You’re a fucking pervert and a nut job.” Ogata hisses.
“I’m wounded!” Usami gasps in mock hurt, though he takes the time to adjust him as he spits on his fingers and leans forward to spread his own spit against his hole. He takes his time, allowing his other hand to move Ogata’s cock in position before he spearheads himself onto it. No adjustment time, no prep besides the gun oil from earlier and the spit. It’s a tight squeeze, but Ogata doesn’t mind how the pleasure engulfs him almost immediately. “Fuck —”
“Ah, there it is.” Tsurumi speaks up finally, his free hand moving to fully map out Ogata’s chest and stomach, all the way to where Usami and Ogata’s bodies meet. Both men watch as the older man touches them both, Usami’s cock leaking precum once Tsurumi’s hand fondles him for a brief moment before adjusting his position behind Ogata. “I just adore when my boys get along… it’s too bad we’re not all here to see it.” The mere fact that Tsukishima and Koito were brought up in conversation makes both men bristle, though Usami takes that time to finally get to work on riding Ogata.
“We don’t them ‘em. They wouldn’t be able to manage it.” Usami’s voice is on the edge of anger, though he reels himself back in before he groans, “I can take care of you, Tsurumi. You don’t need them!” He starts his ramblings, none of which Ogata pays much mind to. The occasional grunt escapes his lips, but nothing more.
However, the man does become overwhelmed by the body heat that radiates off of the other and pleasure of being inside him, rolling his hips up hard and causing Usami to gasp. A cackle of glee interrupts his ramblings short after, instead moving onto a more lewd muttering as he talks about Tsurumi. Behind him, Tsurumi makes an approving sound and Ogata can’t help but make that his driving factor into continuing. He grips the other’s hips and drives up into him, meeting him half way as he watches Usami’s cock bob up and down at the force.
“Fuck, finally! Keep going, keep going!” Usami bites down on his bottom lip and matches Ogata’s thrusts.
“Let’s see if Tokishige can cum without being touched, hm?” Tsurumi whispers low into his ear, making the man contemplate whether he knew that it wouldn’t be impossible. In fact, the task was too easy. The man’s sex drive was incredibly high, bouncing back again and again the last few times this had happened. But Usami, hearing some of what was said, whinnies at the idea and nods enthusiastically.
Ogata takes it as a challenge and digs his heels into the floor as he begins rolling his hips up and into Usami, which in turn makes the man gasp out Tsurumi’s name. It’s frustrating, and Ogata decides to have one of his hands travel up to pinch at the man’s nipple. “Not Tsurumi, Usami. I’m the one fucking you.”
“Shut up!” Usami hisses, “Fuck, you can’t just let me have this, can you?” From behind, he can hear the sigh bubble up and release from the older man.
“Who’s fucking you, Warrant Officer Usami?” Tsurumi’s voice is stern, leveled, and if Ogata didn’t know better, Usami’s cock began to leak pre the moment his title and surname was used by him.
Usami bites down on his bottom lip, his hands continuing to remain behind him as he bounces on Ogata’s dick. He doesn’t say anything, however, his panting increasing as he continues to entertain his own thoughts for a moment longer.
“Hyakunosuke is fucking you.” Tsurumi insists and Usami groans once more. “Say it with me, Tokishige. Hya-ku-no-su-ke.” Ogata makes sure to punctuate each sound with a hard thrust.
Usami grits his teeth, “Fuck! Hyakunosuke!” He cums, that resounding horse-like neigh echoing in the room. He paints Ogata’s stomach and chest, but a few spurts of it manage to land on his face, somehow. Usami doesn’t seem to care or notice, because he continues to eagerly ride out his orgasm and then some more. Ogata grimaces and tries to buck him off, but before he can muster out the words to get him off, he feels the press of that gun again against his bottom lip. He tries to open his mouth for it, accepting it again, but it instead travels to his false eye. There’s a brief, fleeting moment of embarassment for how easily he even chose to accept it into his mouth.
His hips stutter, feeling as it glides across there and to the other side where his scar lies. The attempt. Lost in his own thoughts, he doesn’t expect anything more until he hears the shift of a thumb and the safety being turned off. “Bang.” Tsurumi voice echoes in his head.
He cums.
Usami thankfully doesn’t notice why he does, but Tsurumi does. Of course he does. Of course he does.
Later that night, when both men are soundly asleep next to him, he contemplates if that means anything. Whether about himself or something else entirely.