Fanfic.
Asuka/Hajime fic for a potential sample for Dirty Vegas. Prompt is: HAJIME GRABS HIS SHINAI BUT REALIZES IT'S ACTUALLY ATTACHED TO ASUKA MASAMUNE AND OH GOD IT'S NOT A SHINAI IT'S HIS PENIS AND HE IS FREAKING OUT!!!!!!
"This is my room," Hajime said, as he welcomed his enemy into his dwelling. Masamune was in his home. As Asuka walked into the room, he questioned why his lifelong enemy was modestly following him around his home like an honored guest. Or new friends getting to know each other. They were enemies, not friends! He was Masamune's companion for a vocational obligation but he never announced himself as Masamune's friend. No, Masamune invited himself for a specific purpose and Hajime would have him only for as long as that that business lasted, no longer or shorter.
Hajime's room was tidy which earned Masamune's approval, it seemed. Hajime smirked to himself smugly. Of course. He would not lose to Masamune! There was no way which Masamune would find error in him. He felt satisfied to see Masamune look up and down at his fault room. "It's really clean in here...!"
"You came here to see my shinai," Hajime reminded. He would not be swept along by Masamune! He would take control of the situation. He sat down on his bed and dug out his trunk of makeup. He had to do a quick inventory check. His parents would come to check in on him in exactly fifteen minutes. He would have to be prompt if he hoped to follow his regular schedule and compensate for Masamune's sudden appearance. As he arranged his lipsticks, he pointed to his desk. "My shinai is the case next to my school bag. Bring it to me."
After a few moments of rustling, Masamune approached him innocently. Rustling? Oh, Masamune must have taken it out. How dare he touch another man's weapon! Hajime instinctively snapped. "Leave it in the case!"
"I didn't pull it out," Asuka replied with an innocent voice different from the one Hajime was accustomed to when locked in battle. Typical, Hajime thought. Always letting his guard down in front of his friends -- which he was not, for the record. Still, he couldn't help but blush when Masamune smiled so genuinely. Masamune was an enemy to be reckoned! Why, right now, Masamune was looking down on him, wasn't he? Using that tone! Hajime shut his makeup chest with an angry slam just thinking about it. "Here you go, Tounomine."
"Give it to me," Hajime spat and reached out forcefully. His hand enveloped then squeezed the handle. His shinai... It was...different. Something about it... But what? It felt just as leathery as usual, exactly how he preferred it. And the thickness was familiar. The weight hadn't changed although the grip was perhaps more spherical than he remembered. No, something was definitely wrong. It was...warm.
Masamune's voice hitched. "A-Ah..."
Hajime glanced over with knitted brows. "Masamune? What's wron--"
When he looked down, he realized that his shinai was actually attached to Asuka Masamune and oh God it wasn't his shinai, it's Masamune's penis. Asuka's face completely darkened and for some reason, Hajime couldn't let go. All he could think about was how Asuka's cheeks flushed a pink more radiant than any shade of blush he had in his makeup collection and how his parents would come to check in on them in ten minutes exactly and how perfectly alike Masamune's penis was to his shinai's handle in every way.
Asuka smiled gently at Hajime's waistline and asked, "weren't you going to show my your shinai?"