You Can See (Hitman AU) - Hina/Maru - Part 4/?
Sorry for the delay! It's been a hectic week. D: D: But, I finally got to the more-than-PG-rated part! ;D
When Shingo arrives at the intersection, nothing is there. Not a person, or a car, or an idea of what he's there to do. He has a small knife in a holder that's attached to his belt, but that's the only weapon he had on him when he left for the day.
Years of this job has taught him an immeasurable amount of patience, but he still hates to wait like this. For a message marked "urgent", it takes an awful long time to find out what he's there for. One hour by his watch. Not that he's in a rush to get back to that conversation, but if this takes too long, that Maru guy is going to come after him, and that's only going to complicate things more. At least he knows Maru's business is with him and him alone. If Shingo were an official mark, he'd probably already be dead.
Shingo rolls it around in his mind. He has nothing to tell Maru. Yokoyama is just a guy that Shingo doesn't know. Perhaps this is deliberate, perhaps coincidence, whatever it is, it's not Shingo's place to have any more information than what is strictly necessary. He likes it better this way, too. He's less accountable that way.
"Come with me," a man, who is standing behind Shingo, says. Shingo doesn't even realize he's there, which is the single most dangerous thing that's happened all night.
Behind the intersection, there is a path leading behind a large building. The man takes Shingo down the long path and Shingo stays on his guard, even more attentive than usual to make up for the earlier screw-up. The man is wearing a tight, black jacket and grey slacks. He's smoking a cigarette and identifies himself as Yamamoto. He's another one who shares Shingo's job.
It's always interesting when Shingo meets one of his coworkers. He wonders what it's like for this guy. Did he just get called out in the middle of trying to eat dinner, too? Is he tired and jet-lagged and running off of energy drinks and the few mouthfuls of pasta he could squeeze in between jobs?
But it's not like he'll ever know. And it's not like it matters. At the end of the alley, there is a young boy tied to an air-conditioning unit. He doesn't look like he's even twenty yet. His eyes are wide and his face is bruised and he might be begging if not for the gag in his mouth.
Shingo feels something tighten in his chest.
"It's a two man job," Yamamoto says.
It looks straightforward enough to Shingo that it shouldn't be. The only difference being that this boy is so young, Shingo has never been assigned someone like him before. He can't look at the boy's eyes, afraid and unblinking. It just makes that place in his chest tighten more, move up into his throat. Shingo watches Yamamoto's mouth.
"It's two man because of that, isn't it," Shingo says. He doesn't do anything to indicate the boy's eyes, but they both know that's what he means. Shingo takes Yamamoto's lack of response as a "yes".
Yamamoto pulls out a knife that's slightly bigger than the one Shingo has. A pin-point of light catches the tip. Shingo does his best to forget everything that happens after that.
---
Maru doesn't know what to do with himself other than wait for Shingo to call. It feels silly, like he's a teenager waiting by the phone. And, in a way, it's easier for him to think of it as something silly, because then he doesn't have to think about the fact that he's aware of every sound happening outside of his window, every creak of the settling building. He's in a hotel and not at home, not knowing if he really needs to buy himself time, but too afraid to take chances.
He feels a little like a coward. But, he waits.
The phone never rings. One, two, three hours later, it's still silent and cold. What he said to Shingo in the restaurant was mostly a front, but he knows he can find Shingo if he really needs to. Although that would entail making Shingo a target, and he can't bring himself to do that just yet.
Four hours later and Maru watches the news, distracted. Someone was kidnaped, a shop was robbed, some baby penguins were born in a zoo. Maru turns off the light, but leaves on the TV, letting the glow flicker around the corners of the room.
It's 3 AM when Maru, reluctantly, starts to make an outgoing phone call, and it's at the exact same moment that the doorknob turns.
Instinctively, Maru reaches under the pillow for his gun. The person moves across the room so quickly, they're like a shadow. Maru stills every muscle in his body, creating the appearance that he's asleep, and the person darts from one end of the room to the other until he finally settles on the end of Maru's bed. Maru shoots up in his place, catches the person by the shoulder, and presses his gun to their forehead.
"Who are you," Maru says. He's shaking, but he does everything he can not to let it show through in his voice. Nothing. Just heavy breathing. The other person does not appear to be armed, but that doesn't mean they aren't. Maru releases the safety, presses the gun harder, a real threat. "I asked you a question," he says.
"I-it's me," says a thin, strained voice. "It's Sh-shingo."
Maru recognizes the voice, it has to be Shingo, but Maru can't put his weapon away until he's sure there isn't another one pointed at him.
"Why didn't you call first," Maru asks.
"I don't know," Shingo says. Maru, who has always prided himself on being a good judge of character, believes him.
He still has his hand on Shingo's shoulder, but he lowers the gun. Shingo takes Maru's arm by the elbow bends it so that the gun isn't pointed anywhere threatening, then puts his other hand on Maru's other shoulder and pushes him back onto the bed.
It happens so quickly that Maru's head spins, but Shingo presses their bodies together, grinding so that Maru can feel that he's aroused.
And then Maru understands. It's the same feeling he has every time he's completed a job. Just that he's never taken it out on anyone before. It's this indescribable feeling of needing to release something, tension that doesn't go away easily. It just builds and builds. Maru knows of men who have gone crazy after years in the job. He's kept it together until now, but only barely.
Shingo isn't gentle with Maru at all, but Maru doesn't want him to be. He can be the one to lie there, absorb all of Shingo's tension. Shingo pushes him hard by the shoulders, digging his fingers in and he undoes Maru's belt forcefully, then grabs Maru by the wrist, shoving his hand against his crotch. Maru complies by unzipping Shingo's slacks, feeling his erection inside and closing his fist around it just as Shingo does the same to him.
He jerks Shingo off quickly, in sharp, erratic motions. He wonders if Shingo's feeling what he is. This sensation starting all the way down in his toes, then drawing up to the pit of his stomach, up to his throat, releasing something. He feels like a million knots inside of him are coming undone. Shingo's hands are rough and calloused, and exactly what Maru needs.
It isn't long before Shingo comes, quietly, just a hitch in his breath. And it isn't long after that, Maru does, too, just as quietly, and with a warm feeling pooling in his stomach. Shingo collapses on top of him, looking right into his eyes, intensely, like he's going to find answers there. Maru breathes so heavily that Shingo moves with the rise and fall of his chest.
He needs to ask him about that guy. He needs to know, and Shingo has to know that too. But, for now, he can't. For now he lets that warm feeling in his stomach wash over him completely. He breathes with his mouth open, and just lies on his back, allowing himself to forget. Just for tonight.
When Shingo arrives at the intersection, nothing is there. Not a person, or a car, or an idea of what he's there to do. He has a small knife in a holder that's attached to his belt, but that's the only weapon he had on him when he left for the day.
Years of this job has taught him an immeasurable amount of patience, but he still hates to wait like this. For a message marked "urgent", it takes an awful long time to find out what he's there for. One hour by his watch. Not that he's in a rush to get back to that conversation, but if this takes too long, that Maru guy is going to come after him, and that's only going to complicate things more. At least he knows Maru's business is with him and him alone. If Shingo were an official mark, he'd probably already be dead.
Shingo rolls it around in his mind. He has nothing to tell Maru. Yokoyama is just a guy that Shingo doesn't know. Perhaps this is deliberate, perhaps coincidence, whatever it is, it's not Shingo's place to have any more information than what is strictly necessary. He likes it better this way, too. He's less accountable that way.
"Come with me," a man, who is standing behind Shingo, says. Shingo doesn't even realize he's there, which is the single most dangerous thing that's happened all night.
Behind the intersection, there is a path leading behind a large building. The man takes Shingo down the long path and Shingo stays on his guard, even more attentive than usual to make up for the earlier screw-up. The man is wearing a tight, black jacket and grey slacks. He's smoking a cigarette and identifies himself as Yamamoto. He's another one who shares Shingo's job.
It's always interesting when Shingo meets one of his coworkers. He wonders what it's like for this guy. Did he just get called out in the middle of trying to eat dinner, too? Is he tired and jet-lagged and running off of energy drinks and the few mouthfuls of pasta he could squeeze in between jobs?
But it's not like he'll ever know. And it's not like it matters. At the end of the alley, there is a young boy tied to an air-conditioning unit. He doesn't look like he's even twenty yet. His eyes are wide and his face is bruised and he might be begging if not for the gag in his mouth.
Shingo feels something tighten in his chest.
"It's a two man job," Yamamoto says.
It looks straightforward enough to Shingo that it shouldn't be. The only difference being that this boy is so young, Shingo has never been assigned someone like him before. He can't look at the boy's eyes, afraid and unblinking. It just makes that place in his chest tighten more, move up into his throat. Shingo watches Yamamoto's mouth.
"It's two man because of that, isn't it," Shingo says. He doesn't do anything to indicate the boy's eyes, but they both know that's what he means. Shingo takes Yamamoto's lack of response as a "yes".
Yamamoto pulls out a knife that's slightly bigger than the one Shingo has. A pin-point of light catches the tip. Shingo does his best to forget everything that happens after that.
---
Maru doesn't know what to do with himself other than wait for Shingo to call. It feels silly, like he's a teenager waiting by the phone. And, in a way, it's easier for him to think of it as something silly, because then he doesn't have to think about the fact that he's aware of every sound happening outside of his window, every creak of the settling building. He's in a hotel and not at home, not knowing if he really needs to buy himself time, but too afraid to take chances.
He feels a little like a coward. But, he waits.
The phone never rings. One, two, three hours later, it's still silent and cold. What he said to Shingo in the restaurant was mostly a front, but he knows he can find Shingo if he really needs to. Although that would entail making Shingo a target, and he can't bring himself to do that just yet.
Four hours later and Maru watches the news, distracted. Someone was kidnaped, a shop was robbed, some baby penguins were born in a zoo. Maru turns off the light, but leaves on the TV, letting the glow flicker around the corners of the room.
It's 3 AM when Maru, reluctantly, starts to make an outgoing phone call, and it's at the exact same moment that the doorknob turns.
Instinctively, Maru reaches under the pillow for his gun. The person moves across the room so quickly, they're like a shadow. Maru stills every muscle in his body, creating the appearance that he's asleep, and the person darts from one end of the room to the other until he finally settles on the end of Maru's bed. Maru shoots up in his place, catches the person by the shoulder, and presses his gun to their forehead.
"Who are you," Maru says. He's shaking, but he does everything he can not to let it show through in his voice. Nothing. Just heavy breathing. The other person does not appear to be armed, but that doesn't mean they aren't. Maru releases the safety, presses the gun harder, a real threat. "I asked you a question," he says.
"I-it's me," says a thin, strained voice. "It's Sh-shingo."
Maru recognizes the voice, it has to be Shingo, but Maru can't put his weapon away until he's sure there isn't another one pointed at him.
"Why didn't you call first," Maru asks.
"I don't know," Shingo says. Maru, who has always prided himself on being a good judge of character, believes him.
He still has his hand on Shingo's shoulder, but he lowers the gun. Shingo takes Maru's arm by the elbow bends it so that the gun isn't pointed anywhere threatening, then puts his other hand on Maru's other shoulder and pushes him back onto the bed.
It happens so quickly that Maru's head spins, but Shingo presses their bodies together, grinding so that Maru can feel that he's aroused.
And then Maru understands. It's the same feeling he has every time he's completed a job. Just that he's never taken it out on anyone before. It's this indescribable feeling of needing to release something, tension that doesn't go away easily. It just builds and builds. Maru knows of men who have gone crazy after years in the job. He's kept it together until now, but only barely.
Shingo isn't gentle with Maru at all, but Maru doesn't want him to be. He can be the one to lie there, absorb all of Shingo's tension. Shingo pushes him hard by the shoulders, digging his fingers in and he undoes Maru's belt forcefully, then grabs Maru by the wrist, shoving his hand against his crotch. Maru complies by unzipping Shingo's slacks, feeling his erection inside and closing his fist around it just as Shingo does the same to him.
He jerks Shingo off quickly, in sharp, erratic motions. He wonders if Shingo's feeling what he is. This sensation starting all the way down in his toes, then drawing up to the pit of his stomach, up to his throat, releasing something. He feels like a million knots inside of him are coming undone. Shingo's hands are rough and calloused, and exactly what Maru needs.
It isn't long before Shingo comes, quietly, just a hitch in his breath. And it isn't long after that, Maru does, too, just as quietly, and with a warm feeling pooling in his stomach. Shingo collapses on top of him, looking right into his eyes, intensely, like he's going to find answers there. Maru breathes so heavily that Shingo moves with the rise and fall of his chest.
He needs to ask him about that guy. He needs to know, and Shingo has to know that too. But, for now, he can't. For now he lets that warm feeling in his stomach wash over him completely. He breathes with his mouth open, and just lies on his back, allowing himself to forget. Just for tonight.