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“And Go!” the bullets pierce through the metal cans as they clang, falling to the ground, some ricocheting far away. “Not bad, Samu.” Atsumu rubbed his chin with a perplexed look on his face, he noticed how his brother was more amused at the horizon where the sun baked the sky in a hue of orange rather than the pierced cans that Osamu had just shot perfectly. “Oi, Samu? Yer dazing again with the sun, you like it so much go fuck it.” Osamu turned to him with a flat stare and sighed. “Come on, let’s head back to the headquarters, playtime is over.” Atsumu pouted but strapped his gun on his thigh, catching up with Osamu.Atsumu had never seen Osamu smile, not genuinely at least, unlike him Osamu always gave a flat stare at others or what Atsumu would call it a ‘resting bitch face’. His phone buzzed, he grinned slightly seeing the contact name. “Samu, go on without me. Got somewhere to be.” Osamu scrunched his face as his brother accepted a call, he knew it was Sakusa.“Last night wasn’t enough for ya Omi-kun?” He smiled behind the call. Atsumu heard a sigh of disappointment at the other end. “Who was the one who begged for a third round?” Sakusa spoke in his silk tone before continuing. “I just wanted to ask if you would like to drink?” Atsumu nodded, he knew how this would play out, Sakusa twisted in his own bed sheets in a whining mess but he assumed this time Sakusa only wanted to drink, he chose the latter. “Be there in five, baby.”The bar that the Itachiyama owned was open for the public and as the clock ticks midnight the bar radically turns into a lustrous sex club courtesy to the hardworking members of Itachiyama. Atsumu pushed open the glass door, smelling the cigar and the low murmurs of people, some he recognized. Atsumu won’t admit it to no one, not even his brother who knew Atsumu’s heap of secrets but as much as he plastered a smile from the killing, he hated how it felt afterwards when the adrenaline wears off. No matter how much he showered and scrubbed, the blood stuck to him like a new skin and so he resided in alcohol. Everyone knew in Inarizaki that Atsumu wasn’t hundred percent sober, he carried a small flask everywhere filled to the brim with alcohol.Nobody complained in Inarizaki, not even Osamu, as long as he did his work well Kita-san didn’t pay any mind to his alcohol issues. If by somehow Atsumu drops down dead intoxicated by alcohol, that’s what their motto stands in, that they don’t need the memories which explicably means that everyone in Inarizaki who has fallen to their deaths are easily forgotten and replaced.“Aran-kun?” He sat at the bar chair, finding Sakusa behind but he only saw Motoya who poured the hazel drink sliding it to Atsumu. “What are ya here for?” Atsumu gulped his own drink. Aran staring at him. “You reside in alcohol whilst Osamu smokes, you really are brothers. I’m collecting intel.” He answered dryly. They both turn as Sakusa emerges from the backdoor, his eyes falling to Atsumu first then to Aran.He shook Aran’s hand to discreetly pass him a USB that Atsumu clearly saw if you were observant enough. “I’ll take my leave.” Aran stood up and strode to the door. Atsumu wasted no time to kiss Sakusa as soon as Aran was nowhere in sight. “Ya know, Itachiyama should learn the word discreet.” He teased at his neon green jacket only worn by Itachiyama members. “Shut up.” Sakusa grinned slightly, kissing him again. “You drank before me.” Sakusa tasted the rum in Atsumu. “I needed a clear head.” Sakusa raised his eyebrows. “And alcohol gives you a clear mind?” He deadpanned.Sakusa sighed as he went behind the bar, smoothening his suit. Atsumu knew of Sakusa’s cleanliness issues and Atsumu couldn’t wrap it in head how Sakusa even fell in love with Atsumu as he was the messiest grub, messier than anyone. If he knew anybody would have topped of how irresponsible he was on sanitary he’d shoot them. Sometimes if fatigue took over him, he’d sleep caked in the blood of others and only showers after he had gotten a good fuck from Sakusa or irregularly due to his demand of work coming in stacks. “What would you like today?” Sakusa asked, holding the glass cup.“Anything will do but make it strong.” Sakusa smiled, that was his Atsumu in the flesh. He took the vodka mixing it with rum and drank the shot, before Atsumu could whine at how his boyfriend drank his drink Sakusa pulled his collar spilling the contents in his mouth, some dripping to his jaw. Sakusa retreated back behind the counter but Atsumu pulled him licking his jaw, tasting the remnants of the alcohol. He thought this would disgust him but Sakusa let him and he would let Atsumu do more to tarnish him. Sakusa had never been captivated by filth but Atsumu was one person who could dirty him any way he wanted.“That’s very unbecoming of you, omi-kun.” Atsumu licked and bit his lips, still tasting the aftertaste of Sakusa and alcohol. “Why’d you call me here even? I just saw you yesterday, naked.” He added the last bit unnecessarily and it made Sakusa blush in scarlet. “You’re cute when you blush omi-kun.” Atsumu teasingly laughed. Sakusa scowled. “I hate you.” he hissed, frowning. “Ya don’t mean that, you love me.” Atsumu gulped again a drink prepared by Motoya, he never spoke a word to anyone but he serviced them witnessing their PDA but he paid no mind.Like Atsumu predicted, Sakusa twisted in his bed sheets in a whining mess as they went to Sakusa’s apartment. Their kiss was sloppy as they approached the bed, Atsumu not only resided in alcohol for a clear head but sex with Sakusa was like a drug, to escape his intrusive thoughts and the blood that spilled like red wine. Atsumu laid Sakusa, half of the buttons of his shirt were undone. “You wear so many things, omi-kun.” Sakusa had always worn a three piece suit everywhere, having a job at the mafia doesn’t only mean killings and death but it also came with a package deal of stacks of money. Atsumu hurriedly ripped off the clothing from Sakusa seeing his toned silky skins beneath it. He dipped his lips to Sakusa’s shoulder, licking and kissing him. Sakusa felt the vibrations of electricity of lust when Atsumu played with his nipples in between his tongue whilst rolling the other with his fingers, he whimpered which turned on Atsumu even more. Sakusa slowly discarded his loose clothes revealing his whole chest. “Much better.” Atsumu looked at Sakusa from top to bottom, relishing his milky skin. He kissed his two moles, his nose and then to his lips not before he unbuckled Sakusa’s pants. Sakusa shrugged it off leaving both of them naked. Atsumu pressed his fingers inside to his hole loosening him up, Sakusa’s leg shivered at the sensation, he felt uneasy but pleasure soared on every pump of Atsumu’s finger. He whined when he stopped, he was close but he’d prefer to come while Atsumu was inside him. “I’m going, omi-kun.” he breathed and felt him, all him and he savored it kissing him as Atsumu slowly moved. Atsumu grunted as he pumped inside of Sakusa slowly before his movement increased and the more that he did the more he heard music in hears. Sakusa was spouting a string of swear words and Atsumu’s name in between his moans. Atsumu groaned along with Sakusa as they both came, catching each other’s breath from the high of sex. Atsumu slid off of him and cocooned Sakusa in a hug. “Shower?” Sakusa shrugged and hummed. Later then, he said and Atsumu slightly tightened his embrace kissing Atsumu on his forehead and losing himself in his dark curls inhaling it.He didn’t care about his relentless life in the mafia as long as he had Sakusa Kiyoomi his sanity would bear it and if he did fall into the abyss of death, he knew his life wasn’t wasted and would never be forgotten no matter how much meaning their motto stands.