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This whole thing is unremarkable.
This entire club is irritating Sae to no end. The music is deafeningly loud, the drinks all have a revolting taste and are barely getting him any closer to drunk, and these lukewarm half-wits think they can just hit on him. They think that, as semi-famous athletes, that he’ll know their names or would even consider them. The most annoying part is that they think he'll be the one taking it up the ass. Not that he'd never bottom. He'd just never do it for these damn idiots.
Sae doesn't even know why he's here. The club is for athletes and elites only. It's the only club he could theoretically go to and not worry about paparazzi hiding inside. He doesn't need some nosey asshole sneaking creepshots of him downing these shots like they're water. It wouldn't be a good look. It's not like he's a lightweight or anything. He's got such a high tolerance that most people trying to outdrink him would pass out while being called lukewarm trash. He only knows one person who can almost outdrink him.
Sae had been getting tipsy and almost completely drunk at the time. Another vodka on the rocks or another martini, and he would've been gone, but before it could happen, he heard a loud thud on the table from the seat across from him. Sae almost wanted to laugh at his then boyfriend slumped over and passed out on the table. It was funny to watch him groan from trying to outdrink Sae over some silly bet he made.
A grimace forms on Sae's face at the memory. He hates thinking about him. He always feels an annoying mix of regret and guilt deep inside. He despises how much he misses him even after all this time. Sae stirs his drink with his finger while thinking. How long has it been since Sae dumped him? Would they still be together if he hadn't used that stupid excuse of their relationship holding him back?
He wants to know how he's doing right now.
Sae misses him; he always does. There's never been a second in the years since they broke up that Sae doesn't miss him. He can't stop thinking about him. It's pathetic, it's lukewarm, he's lukewarm. He's tempted to call him. He wants to hear his voice. He's only had two shots and two of whatever this drink is. He's practically sober at the moment. He can't even use the excuse of being drunk, let alone tipsy. Still, he wants to call him, and the longer he contemplates, the heavier his phone feels in his pocket. Sae takes another swig as his hand sits on his pocket. His hand is trembling. How pathetic can he get these days?
His phone is in his hand now, and each second it feels like it's beginning to weigh more.
His lungs feel like they're shrinking. He feels like he can't fucking breathe. Why is he so fucking scared? Will he even be able to make the call? It's too damn loud in here. His ears feel like they're ringing. The bass is too strong. The drinks aren't strong enough. The strippers, dancers, entertainers, or whatever they wanna be called are so boring that he might fall asleep. The people are sounding louder and louder as each song passes. However, just as his thumb hovers over the call button, he hears an obnoxiously loud laugh. A laugh so familiar it's sickening.
He's here.
Sae exits the app and locks his phone before quickly burying it in his pocket. He needs to know where the laugh is coming from. How long has it been since he heard his laugh? He finds himself biting his inner lip. As quickly as he can he makes it closer to that deep, rich laugh. God, he misses how he sounds. He looks left and right around the club for even a glimpse of him. He feels his chest tightening at his thoughts. Who's making him laugh? Is he with someone else now? Is he still mad at Sae? Does it even matter if he's with someone else? He can just take him back. He belongs to him; at the end of the day, they both know it. They were made for each other.
There, lights shining down on him as he dances with some random NPC. Hair glowing in the dark as the rest of him is illuminated by flashing lights that frame him perfectly. He's exactly how Sae left him, except for a couple more piercings. Something Sae already knew from seeing them in interviews and gameplay viewings. He's as beautiful as the day he left him, if not more, though Sae isn't sure that's entirely possible. Hair gelled and spiked up minus those two strands, a fishnet shirt, a leather jacket, high-rise leather pants, piercings all over, jewelry coating his wrists and neck, along with thick, decorative combat boots that only add to his height. As his eyes trace that tan skin and outfit, Sae can only think one glaring thought.
That outfit is going to be on his floor tonight.
Some random athlete has his hands sitting where Sae's should be, sitting on those hips as he's brought closer. Sae can feel himself tense when that bastard leans in and presses a sloppy kiss into the blonde’s neck. Anger burns in Sae at the sight, so strong it's unbearable. His mind is racing as he walks closer. He doesn't have a plan. He just knows he needs to get that bastard off of what is his.
As soon as he reaches them, he grabs the stranger by his arm. Sae’s glare is met with one weaker than his own. Sae’s grip tightens as he pulls the man away from the man he should be dancing with. He shoves the stranger, his gaze guiding him to the other side of the dance floor to find a new partner. He swiftly takes his spot as he firmly grabs those tan hips, as the stranger huffs but ultimately obeys. He's missed his soft skin on the tips of his fingers. Sae rests his head between the blonde’s shoulder blades as he lets him dance again. Either he hasn’t noticed Sae took his previous dance partner’s place, or he doesn’t care that someone did. Sae isn’t sure which thought frustrates him more. Does he even know it’s him he’s grinding against?
Sae doubts he’s realized it’s him. Would he be upset? Would he be glad? Has he missed him as much as Sae has missed him?
He wants to believe he wasn’t the only one missing what they had. He was wrong to leave him like he did. He knew he was wrong, and for years, he had wanted to fix it. He wanted to fix what they had,... He’s wanted to fix what they had, fix what he broke. His grip tightens on swaying hips in front of him. Pressing his finger harshly against tan skin almost makes Sae feel like he has a chance of keeping the blonde in his reach. Clinging to him makes him feel desperate, but what else could he be described as? Sae lifts his head just enough to place his lips against the man’s neck. His skin is warm and damp with sweat as Sae starts peppering him with kisses. It isn’t until Sae starts licking off the sweat dripping down the man’s neck that he reacts to Sae’s presence.
“Ya into some odd shit or do I just taste good?”
God, his voice sounds so smooth. He hadn’t realized how much he had missed hearing that voice directed towards him. Listening to him speak in interviews doesn’t compare to hearing him address him. The blonde looks over his shoulder to see who the freak that’s licking the sweat off him in a club is. Fluorescent pink meets turquoise for the first time in years. Sae can feel his heart beating faster in his chest than ever before, definitely faster than in any football match he’s ever played. Sae watches as the blonde runs through an array of emotions upon seeing his face. It takes him barely a second before his face lands on what Sae notes as annoyance. Just as quickly, he begins to pull away from Sae’s touch. Panicked, Sae’s hands shoot from the man’s hips to wrap around his waist completely, locking the man in place.
“Stay.” His voice is pathetically weak.
“You’re joking, right, Itoshi?” The irritation in his voice is audible and sharp, but it isn’t what bothers Sae. It’s the man addressing him formally. It irks him not to be called some random nickname that the other made up. Being addressed formally by him makes his throat itchy.
“Do I sound like I’m joking?” His voice comes out harsher than he intended.
“Then do you have dementia or some shit? The hell are you acting like this for?”
“I don’t have dementia. I just want you to stay with me.” He watches his eye twitch in annoyance when he turns around in Sae’s grip.
“Then what’s goin’ on with ya? I know you aren’t drunk.”
Sae holds him closer. He holds him tighter as he drops his head to the crook of the man’s neck. His throat feels tight as he tries to breathe. His voice is soft as he whispers into his neck.
“I miss you, Ryuusei...”
They stand like this for what feels like an eternity as Ryuusei stays silent. The song playing when they first started has ended, and another has taken its place. Sae can feel Ryuusei tilting his head away from him, and then a hum as if he’s thinking. Ryuusei lifts his hand to Sae’s chin and pulls him away from his neck to guide him to his face.
“You missed me... or did you miss my body?” He asks while his eyes lazily bore into Sae’s.
“I miss you.” His voice is soft but firm as he emphasizes ‘you’. Shidou isn’t sure if he heard him right with how loud the music is, but with Sae’s grip not loosening and that pathetic expression on his face, he knows he heard correctly.
Sae can tell by the face Shidou makes that he doesn’t believe him. Shidou’s eyes narrow as he looks away from Sae with a sour grimace. Sae bites the inside of his cheek while staring at Shidou.
“I do miss you, I’m serious. Just believe me.”
“What happened to not wanting any distractions or any scandals? Ya didn’t forget all about that, did ya?” The blonde guides Sae’s face closer as he leans in as well. Sae’s eyes are glued to those soft lips speaking to him. “There ain’t any paparazzi allowed in the club, but they sure as fuck are swarming around outside. You don’t want paparazzi seeing us together, worst of all, leaving a club together. That’d be a real shit show for you, wouldn’t it? I’d mess up that reputation you care so much about, right?”
Sae can hear the bitterness lacing Ryuusei’s words. Sae doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t know if he can say anything; his throat feels tight, and his chest is heavy. He can’t breathe like this. He can’t think with the music thumping so loud he can feel it in his chest. The only thing grounding him right now is Ryuusei’s toned waist and soft skin that he’s clinging to. A waist that he feels beginning to pull away from how long he’s taking to respond.
“I don’t care—!” His voice is quick and panicked as Ryuusei pulls away. “I don’t care about anyone else. I just want you, please. Ryuusei, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said back then. I don't care about anything other than you. You’re more important to me than my reputation. I need you in my life.”
Ryuusei’s eyes go wide with surprise at Sae’s plea. He hadn’t expected Sae to say any of that. He was sure Sae would back off when he brought up his reputation and leave him again. He isn’t sure how to react. He ends up staring at the redhead whilst frozen in place. Sae moves closer, and he places his face in the crook of Ryuusei’s neck. Pale hands slide lower down his back before resting on his rear. Kisses are slowly placed on Ryuusei’s jaw.
“I want you.”
On his collarbone.
“I need you.”
On his shoulder.
“I crave you night and day.”
Ryuusei lets out a soft noise and lets his arms find their way around Sae’s neck. Sae slowly guides him backwards until Ryuusei’s back is pressed against a nearby wall. Sae latches onto a spot of Ryuusei’s neck as he slots his thigh between the blonde’s legs. Sae’s hands slide back to Ryuusei’s hips as they start grinding against his thigh. He guides Ryuusei’s hips to the beat of the music. Ryuusei’s fingers slip into Sae's locks of hair as he sucks and kisses his neck. The blonde lets Sae continue for a bit before using his handful of Sae's hair to pull him away.
Sae winces and looks up at Shidou. Sae’s dragged into a rough kiss. It's needy and messy but it's exactly what Sae missed. His eyes flutter as he struggles to keep them open. He eventually opts to shut his eyes and focus on the feeling of Shidou's tongue exploring his mouth and his hips grinding faster against his thigh. Shidou nips at his lips when they part for air.
“I want another drink.”
Sae stares at Shidou's wet lips before processing the request.
“Okay..” Sae responds before pulling away completely.
He makes his way through the crowd until he reaches the bar. He orders a sweet drink for Ryuusei and a glass of vodka for himself. He looks at the crowd while waiting for the drinks. There's an underlying sense of anxiety as he waits. He can’t see if Ryuusei is still waiting for him with how thick the crowd is. He taps the bar's counter as he waits. Is this going well? Is Ryuusei going to forgive him? Did he forgive him?
Sae's thoughts and questions race until the drinks are placed down in front of him. He grabs the vodka and downs it as quickly as he can. The burn scratches at his throat as he grabs Shidou's drink and makes his way back to the spot he left him. Some of his anxiety subsides as he finds Shidou still against the wall while texting. Shidou looks up from his phone when Sae holds the drink in front of his face.
“Thanks,” Shidou says as he lowers his phone and takes the drink offered.
Sae nods as he watches Shidou drink. He watches intently as some of the drink spills and drips down his neck. He wants to lick every drop that’s touching Shidou’s skin. He wants to hold him and cherish him. He wants to worship him. He wants to make that pretty head of Shidou's filled with only him.
Ryuusei sets the glass on a nearby table. His hand grabs Sae's collar and pulls him closer. A quick kiss is pressed against Sae's lips. He presses his forehead against Sae's. Shidou's voice is low and smooth.
“Alright, Itoshi, your place or mine?”