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Suguru’s hands shake as he slides the lock on the bathroom stall into place. His legs feel like jelly, his body is heavy and he feels hot and cold all over. Suguru curses under his breath.
That fucker Kenjaku must have put something into his drink when he wasn’t looking.
“Suguru!” Kenjaku’s cheerful voice rings out and Suguru feels sick just hearing it.
It’s good he fled to a toilet, he’s probably going to throw up in no time.
“Suguru, what are you doing? Come back out there,” Kenjaku cajoles him, but Suguru doesn’t move a muscle.
Isn’t even sure he could, at the moment, even if he wanted.
“Go fuck yourself,” Suguru growls out and rage curls in his stomach when Kenjaku only laughs.
“I’d much rather fuck you,” Kenjaku gives back and there it is again, that sick feeling. “You know,” Kenjaku says, almost conversationally, “your friends all left already. What are you going to do? Stay in there until they kick you out? I’m patient, you know.”
It makes a shudder run down Suguru’s back and he realises that his situation is not looking all that great. He’s trapped in a sketchy club, in a skivvy bathroom, with nowhere to go and a literal creep waiting for him.
He really should have just stayed home tonight.
Suguru doesn’t deign to give Kenjaku an answer and instead leans his head against the wall. Kenjaku will have to leave the bathroom eventually and if Suguru can manage to get his limbs back under control he can easily outrun him.
Or knock him unconscious. Suguru would be fine with both.
But right now he still feels unstable, his limbs way too uncoordinated to even get the door back open and Suguru wearily closes his eyes.
When someone else comes into the bathroom, he jerks back up, and briefly wonders just how much time he lost, but when he manages to take his phone out with clumsy fingers, he sees that it hasn’t even been ten minutes.
Kenjaku will still be there, then.
Suguru sighs out, his eyes darting over the walls of the bathroom stall, taking in all the horrendous smearings that are everywhere.
His eyes get caught on something fairly legible and Suguru stills. The text simply says ‘Call me’ with a number noted down underneath and even drugged half out of his mind, Suguru knows that this is such a bad idea, but what else is he going to do?
It’s at least worth a try and in the worst case it will give him something to do for a few minutes. A few minutes where he doesn’t have to think about Kenjaku and what might be waiting for him should he go out there.
So Suguru dials the number and presses the phone to his ear. He’s weak enough that he has to prop his elbow on his leg, slumping forward in an almost uncomfortable position, and lean his head against the wall, so the phone won’t fall down.
It rings for so long that Suguru thinks nothing is going to happen, but then there’s a click on the other end of the line.
“What?” a voice drawls out, slurred with sleep and Suguru lets out a harsh breath, tears suddenly pricking his eyes.
“I need you to pick me up,” he says, even though he knows just how insane it is to say that to a complete stranger.
“Huh?” the voice gives back though Suguru can tell that the guy is gradually getting more awake by the second. “Who are you?”
“Suguru,” Suguru replies and he can basically hear the frown over the line.
“I don’t know a Suguru,” the guy says and Suguru chuckles.
“I suppose not. Your number is in a bathroom stall.”
There’s a brief silence on the other end.
“That fucker really did it,” the guy then mutters and Suguru closes his eyes.
He has a nice voice, he finds himself thinking and it’s not good that his thoughts are drifting like this. He needs to concentrate.
“Hey, you said you needed me to pick you up? Where are you? What’s going on? You don’t sound so good, you know?”
“Yeah, duh,” Suguru whispers out and just then someone enters the bathroom, the heavy beat of the music filtering in for a moment.
“What? Got shitfaced and now can’t live with the consequences?” the guy asks and he sounds mean about it.
Suguru likes it, even though he still feels like shit.
“Someone drugged me,” he answers. “He’s still waiting here.”
“Someone drugged you?” the guy calls out and he sounds outraged. “Where are you?”
“Why, you coming to get me out of here?” Suguru almost sounds hopeful, but he can’t help it.
Kenjaku might try shit with him, but he would never if someone else is there, if someone else pays attention. He’s a sketchy little fucker, adamant to stay in the shadows as much as possible and Suguru curses the day he was ever nice to that guy.
“Yeah, I am,” is the answer he gets before some rustling can be heard. “My name’s Satoru, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you,” Suguru weakly gives back and swallows back against a wave of nausea. “Sorry to bother you like this.”
“You’re way too polite for the situation you’re in,” Satoru grumbles. “So tell me, Suguru, where am I going?”
Suguru tells him the name of the club and Satoru huffs.
“Sweet, that’s not even two blocks, I can totally walk that, no need to wake up my driver.”
“Ehm,” Suguru says, not really knowing what to make of that now, but he can most definitely not walk that. “I’m kind of indisposed. Can barely stand, let alone walk.”
“No worries, I’ll drag you home without problems,” Satoru promises him and Suguru hears keys chime.
“I’m kind of big,” Suguru admits, because his stature is nothing to scoff at and yet Satoru only laughs.
“I’m over 6'3″, I think we’ll be fine,” Satoru flippantly gives back and Suguru silently raises an eyebrow.
It is kind of tall, but that’s really not all they need.
“I’m around the same but—”
“Great. Listen, you wanna stay on the phone? Is that creep still there?”
“He said he’d be waiting for me to eventually come out of here, so I’d guess yes.”
“Oh, great, I hope he tries shit when we leave. I haven’t punched anyone in the face in so long,” Satoru gleefully says and Suguru briefly wonders just what the hell he’s getting himself into.
“I’m kind of tired,” Suguru slurs out, exhaustion hitting him like a brick and Satoru hums.
“Men’s bathroom?” he asks and Suguru makes a noise that hopefully means affirmation. “I got you. You go sleep for a while,” he tells Suguru and the words barely left his mouth before everything around Suguru goes dark.
He comes to with a start when someone knocks at the stall door.
“Yo, Suguru, you in there?” Satoru’s voice calls out and Suguru slumps with relief.
“How the hell did you get in here?” he asks, because there is no way that Satoru just walked past the bouncers out front. “I’ll pay you back.”
“Don’t be stupid now, no one can resist my charm,” Satoru replies. “Except you maybe, because the door is still not open.”
“Gimme a moment,” Suguru pleads, because coordination is hard and his head is pounding now.
He fumbles the lock twice and then almost faceplants into the door when he tries to pull it open and by the end he’s sitting on the ground, sweat-soaked and exhausted.
“There you are,” Satoru says and the most gangly creature Suguru has ever laid eyes on squats down in front of him.
“You’re lanky as hell,” is the first thing Suguru says to him and watches how Satoru’s eyes sparkle as he laughs.
Surely that must be a trick of the light.
“Strong, too, you’ll see, my muscles keep all this lanky-ness together,” he promises. “You ready to leave this place or what?”
“Did you—see a creep with a scar across his forehead?”
“The guy who drugged you? Sorry, I didn’t really pay attention to anyone, but seriously, don’t sweat it. If he does something I’ll punch him, no problem.”
“You’re kind of insane,” Suguru mutters but he does try to drag himself to his feet.
“Kinda have to be to pick up random strangers in filthy bathroom stalls, no matter if they’re hot,” Satoru cheerfully says and reaches out, sliding his arms around Suguru and simply yanking him up. “You good?”
“That’s kinda hot,” Suguru admits, because he’s by no means a small man but Satoru made that move seem effortless.
“I know, right.” Satoru smiles as he says it and when he winks at Suguru, he thinks he might have laughed but his head hurts like hell and he actually just wants to get out of here.
“I’m so ready to leave this place now,” he says, repeating Satoru’s earlier words and Satoru only grins at him before he slings one of Suguru’s arms over his shoulders, one sliding behind his back and then he marches them right out of the club.
Moving is hard, and Suguru is too busy to try and at least keep up with Satoru’s long strides, so he doesn’t get a chance to look around and see if Kenjaku is really still around and waiting for him or if it was just an empty threat.
Suguru isn’t sure how they make it to Satoru’s place but he is certain that most of it is thanks to Satoru. There’s no way Suguru would have managed three steps on his own.
“And here we are,” Satoru finally says, not even sounding slightly out of breath as he deposits Suguru on a comfortable couch.
“You really did it,” Suguru mutters, quickly fading now that there’s no danger lurking around anymore and he longs to simply fall back, into the comfort of the couch and not have to think for a while.
“Told you I would,” Satoru says with a shrug. “I’ll go get a blanket for you and some painkillers for tomorrow, but don’t stress yourself, just pass out like you so clearly want to.”
“Promise to be better company tomorrow,” Suguru mumbles, barely audible, and the last thing he knows is Satoru patting his head and saying “I’m counting on it.”
And then there’s only blissful darkness.
~*~*~
Suguru wakes up to the smell of coffee. It’s the only pleasant thing that morning, because his head feels as if it’s being split open and there’s a strange taste in his mouth. Suguru lets out a deep groan. It doesn’t help with the headache.
“Morning, princess,” a cheerful voice calls out and Suguru forces himself to blink at least one eye open.
When he sees a mop of white hair, sparkling blue eyes and pure lanky-ness in front of him, it all comes back in a rush.
“Fuck, Satoru.”
“Always an option,” Satoru blithely says as he squats down next to the couch. “How are you feeling?”
“Like shit,” Suguru honestly gives back and then gives Satoru a grateful smile when he holds out the painkillers for him.
He quickly washes them down and then falls back into the couch.
“Let that sit for a while. You want pancakes or waffles for breakfast?”
“How are those my only options?” he groans out but when Satoru only shrugs he gives in. “Waffles, please.”
“Will do. Join me when you feel like you can move again,” Satoru says, already marching off towards what Suguru assumes must be the direction of the kitchen.
“You got coffee for me?” he calls after him but Satoru doesn’t even stop.
“If you can make it into the kitchen, sure,” he easily says and then vanishes through a doorway.
“Asshole,” Suguru grumbles under his breath, though he’s not really mad.
This is all rather—comfortable, if he’s being honest, apart from the splitting headache and the shit that happened last night.
Suguru stays on the couch for a while longer, but soon the smell of waffles joins that of the coffee and that’s enough to get him moving. Fuck painkillers. They’ll do their job eventually.
“Oh, look who made it!” Satoru greets him and immediately puts a pot of coffee and a stack of waffles down in front of him. “I have sugar and milk and every syrup you can think of but you strike me like the kind of guy who prefers it black.”
“Not true, caramel, please,” Suguru gives back because overdosing on sugar this fine morning seems like a good idea.
He deserves it after last night, anyway.
“Wow, a man after my own heart.” Satoru dramatically swoons before he quickly gets the syrup and then they fall into comfortable silence as Suguru demolishes his waffles.
It does wonders for his stomach and his head and his general mood.
“These are amazing,” he says between bites, because they are but Satoru only smirks at him.
“I know,” he replies and then leans closer to Suguru. “So. Is there anything you want me to do to that creep of yours? The options are varied and I’m willing.”
“Huh?” Suguru asks, still chewing his last bite because surely Satoru cannot be serious.
“I’m very intolerant when it comes to drugging people—and everything that usually comes after—so I’m offering my services.”
“What the hell could you even do?” Suguru wants to know, not because he’s seriously considering it, but because Satoru sounds so sure about himself.
“I’m very smart, very bored, very rich, and come from a very influential family. Just say the word. I can get him fired, evicted or arrested for some made-up bullshit. I can also just go and punch him in the face, if that’s more to your liking.”
“Very humble, too,” Suguru mutters but then he allows himself to imagine it for a moment. Satoru proved last night that he’s strong; strong enough to carry Suguru two blocks, even though Suguru is more muscle than anything else. But it would put Satoru on Kenjaku’s radar and he’s not going to risk that.
“Nah, the punching is out, I don’t want you near him. Who knows what he’d do in retaliation.”
“Aww, you’re worried, how sweet,” Satoru says, smiling brightly. “But with that option out—any of the others catch your attention?”
“I—kinda like the idea of having him fired,” Suguru admits. “Or evicted.”
“Make that an ‘and’,” Satoru nods, as if it’s already decided. “I can totally do that.”
“You seem awfully comfortable with this. Is this your first time?” Suguru wants to know and decides that the tingly feeling in his chest has nothing to do with the way Satoru smiles at him.
“Picking up hot guys in bathroom stalls? Yeah. That’s a first for me.”
“Could have fooled me,” Suguru mutters under his breath and Satoru reaches out to pat his hand.
“No worries, you’re very special that way.”
Suguru might still feel like shit and Kenjaku might still be out there, but right now things are somewhat good and Suguru decides to take a chance.
Satoru is just his type after all. Snarky and hot and strong enough to hold his own.
“Special enough to be allowed to save your number and see you again?” he asks, taking a sip of his coffee in an attempt to hide his blush.
“See me again? You’re thinking about leaving already? Shame, I kinda wasn’t done with you,” Satoru almost purrs out and Suguru refuses to admit how hot that is.
“Oh? Tell me more about those plans of yours then,” Suguru demands and leans forward, putting his cup of coffee down.
“First of all, you’re going to shower,” Satoru starts off. “Coming out with my clothes, of course.”
“Possessive, I see.”
“Then you’re going to trash talk the most atrocious movie I can find with me, before you let me drive you home, so you can change into real clothes and I can take you out for lunch.”
“Not dinner? You wound me so.”
“I’m not really good at planning that far ahead,” Satoru shrugs. “We’ll have to make new plans during lunch. I’m sure we can think of something.”
“Oh, I’m absolutely certain about that,” Suguru agrees and he marvels at how easy things with Satoru are.
It’s almost as if they have done this a thousand times already.
“I’m picking the place for lunch, though, because I know a restaurant that makes the best tiramisu. You’ll like it.”
“That’s bribery,” Satoru immediately says. “And not necessary, because I’m already interested. In case that wasn’t clear.”
“Yeah, no, I picked up on that,” Suguru says with a laugh. “Now. The shower?”
Satoru pouts at him when he gets up.
“What?” Suguru asks, though he can guess.
His fingertips tingle with anticipation.
“I valiantly come to your rescue in the middle of the night, take you away from bad, no good people, give you shelter and then feed you and I don’t even get something in return?”
He dramatically blinks at Suguru who thoughtfully hums under his breath.
“Mh, I mean—I can get you a plant as thanks, if you really want.”
“Suguru!”
Suguru laughs.
“Or I can do this, I guess,” he goes on and leans down to kiss Satoru.
He keeps it short and firm and by the time Satoru blinks his eyes back open, he’s almost to what he guesses is the bathroom.
“I expect a change of clothes to be ready when I’m done,” he calls over his shoulder and he hears Satoru make an annoyed sound.
“I charge a kiss per piece,” he calls back and now that makes Suguru stop, just in the doorway, turning around to give his most flirty smile at Satoru.
“Better dress me properly then,” he says and then firmly shuts the door behind him.
This is going to be fun.