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CH.7
Drugs — Upsahl
Everybody's either here for the drugs
Or the sex or the money or the fame
He's on the phone asking someone for the plug
And she's on the couch small talking, dropping names
I'm not for here for nameless faces
Pointless talking, conversations
(Drugs), drugs, (drugs), drugs
"Sanzu..." M/n deadpanned, his tone dripping with disbelief. He had accepted Sanzu's invitation to "hang out," only to be deceived and dragged into—of all places—a bar.
The moment they stepped in, the pungent cocktail of alcohol, cigarette smoke, and cheap perfume assaulted his senses. It was a scent so potent that even his soul felt slightly intoxicated.
"Whaaat~?" Sanzu slurred with an impish grin. "It’s not like you’ve never been here before."
M/n scowled. He had, in fact, been in countless bars with Sanzu during their teenage years. Back then, his pastime was chain-smoking, while Sanzu’s was experimenting with substances that could probably knock out a small horse. They’d sit, drink, and complain about life like two old men with bad knees. The only difference? They were kids back then. And now… now they were supposed to be respectable adults who had grown past this nonsense.
Then again… rules were made to be broken. And nostalgia had a way of making bad decisions feel like good ideas.
With an exasperated sigh, M/n allowed himself to be pulled along. Leaving was futile. Sanzu had already latched onto him like a limpet and was dragging him toward a private room.
On their way, M/n recognized a few familiar faces—drug dealers, partygoers, and shady types that had probably never seen daylight. Sanzu greeted them like they were distant relatives at a family reunion, exchanging a pack of something suspicious in a handshake that was way too casual.
"We're going all out tonight. Hope you don’t mind~" Sanzu chirped as he flung himself onto the leather couch. He unceremoniously dumped a variety of pills onto the glass table, like a chaotic pharmacist hosting a clearance sale.
"I've been meaning to invite you here again, ya know? But I kept forgetting to visit you." Sanzu poured them both shots of gin and slid one to M/n, his tone far too cheerful for a man enabling mild to severe crimes.
M/n accepted the glass with a sigh, clicking it against Sanzu’s.
—CLANK!
"Pah—!" M/n wheezed as the burning liquid violated his throat. He shuddered, his soul briefly leaving his body.
Sanzu cackled, popping some pills like they were mints. "Feels good, doesn’t it?"
"You still don’t know the meaning of 'moderation,' huh?" M/n eyed the alarming number of pill packets on the table.
"Never did. It’s called self-care, M/n. Ever heard of it?" Sanzu grinned, refilling their glasses.
M/n snorted. "Sure. If 'self-care' means throwing your body into an early grave."
Sanzu, unfazed, slid a small packet toward him. "Why not try one for old time’s sake? I wanna see you let loose again."
M/n hesitated. He had abandoned his reckless lifestyle for a reason—his sons, his sanity, and a general desire not to die prematurely. What was the point of progress if he threw it all away now?
"Chillax. It’s just Ecstasy," Sanzu reassured him, his faded green eyes twinkling with mischief. "You liked it last time."
M/n stared at the tiny pills, his mind drifting back to… unfortunate memories. Ragged breaths. Steamy kisses. Skin against skin.
He exhaled sharply.
"If I go crazy, don’t let me out," he muttered, snatching a pill and tossing it into his mouth.
Sanzu beamed. "You’re in good hands~" He offered his cigarette, which M/n accepted, taking a slow drag.
Then he waited.
The drug didn’t take long to hit.
Heat spread through his veins, his heartbeat thrumming faster. His breath quickened, his body temperature spiking. He parted his lips slightly, trying to cool himself down.
And then—
"That was fast. You’re hard, M/n." Sanzu's voice cut through the haze like a knife.
M/n froze. Then slowly, very slowly, looked down at himself.
Well. That was… inconvenient.
Sanzu, meanwhile, looked like he had just won the lottery. He licked his lips, eyes locked onto M/n’s unfortunate predicament like a predator sizing up its next meal.
"Need help~?" Sanzu’s voice dripped with feigned innocence.
M/n turned his head slightly, meeting Sanzu’s gaze. Then, with a slow smirk, he leaned in—so close that Sanzu could feel his breath on his lips.
"Are you really going to keep pretending?" he whispered.
Sanzu blinked. "Pretending what?"
"That you don’t like me."
Silence.
Then, Sanzu combusted.
His entire face went up in flames, his brain buffering so hard it could’ve been mistaken for a lagging computer. "Wh—when did you—?! How did you—?!"
M/n chuckled, enjoying the rare moment of watching Sanzu short-circuit. "So… won’t you help me?"
Sanzu swallowed thickly, his hands twitching. "I—uh—what… what do you want me to do?"
M/n’s smirk widened. "Suck me."
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Later—
"Mph—! Don’t pull my hair!" Sanzu growled, though the complaint was rather weak given that he was currently very occupied between M/n’s thighs.
"Then go faster," M/n ordered, pushing Sanzu’s head down further.
Sanzu huffed but complied, gripping M/n’s hips as he worked. He could feel his own arousal throbbing, but that was secondary. Right now, he was focused on something far more important: proving that his gag reflex was, in fact, nonexistent.
M/n wasn’t gentle either, using Sanzu’s mouth with reckless abandon. It was nostalgic in the worst—and best—way possible.
Minutes passed in a heated blur, until—
"I’m gonna—"
Sanzu didn’t move back.
M/n barely had time to process before his release spilled down Sanzu’s throat. The pink-haired menace swallowed without hesitation, then pulled back, licking his lips with a smug grin.
M/n, panting, reached for a tissue. "Spit it out, you idiot."
Sanzu opened his mouth.
It was empty.
M/n stared. "You didn’t—"
Sanzu grinned wider. "I did."
"You—!"
Before M/n could finish cursing, Sanzu pulled him into a kiss, ensuring he could taste what had just transpired.
"how about me, M/n-san? Can't you do something with mine as well?" Sanzu's grin grew wide as he meant his own erection in his hold.
"Did you take ecstasy as well?"
"Of course not, it's a natural reaction for the body to get hard," Sanzu scoffed. M/n could only sigh in defeat.
"Alright, sit down so I can give you a hand job."
"Nah, I don't want that."
He then put M/n's legs on his shoulders so that he could see a full view of M/n's exposed part
"Oi! Don't just—"
"Shhh ~ let me do the work while you do nothing, m'kay?" Sanzu carefully laid his erection in between M/n's legs.
"Close your thighs for me, why don't you?" M/n was beyond confused but complied. He closed his thighs, completely trapping Sanzu's cock poking at the middle.
"A—Alright... Just keep it close and tight." It took everything inside Sanzu to not come right then and there. Slowly, he began to rock his hips. His cock grinding against M/n's thighs while the head was grazing M/n's cock.
It was weird for M/n; he knew Sanzu wanted to put it in him, but he'd never let that happen. Yes, they have been friends with benefits once when they were teenagers.
M/n was sexually frustrated back then because of how females avoided him or just plainly never confessed to him (a lot of girls like him, but they never confessed)
At first, he thought that it had something to do with his face. It might have been scary, so he tried to smile more. That didn't work, unfortunately...
He was frustrated, frustrated at the fact that he wasn't getting any bitches. He rants with Sanzu about it. He yaps while he listens.
One thing led to another, and he and Sanzu ended up making out by the alley.
And since then, whenever they were in the mood to engage in said 'activities', they would meet each other to relieve themselves.
It's not sex or anything, but rather just jerking each other's cock Sanzu had once asked him if he could put it in him, and M/n only replied with a simple;
'No'
Ever since then, Sanzu hasn't asked for anything more. He'd only use different tactics to insinuate the same feeling of fucking M/n without putting it in. I like what he's doing right now.
"F—uck...you feel so good, M/n, tighter..." Sanzu moaned out, feeling his release getting closer.
M/n stared at the flushed state Sanzu was in.
He was also feeling his climax nearing with each brush of Sanzu's cock grinding against his. He had always thought that women, getting laid, bad habits, and gang fights were the central part of his teenage years, until he learned that it was not.
Sadly, he learned this the hard way. He forces himself to stand up in order to get better in life. After his parents died, he figured he to turn his life around and make his parents proud even if they were not there to witness it.
He really wanted to separate himself from the delinquent world, but old habits are hard to shake off. His habit of drinking, his habit of fighting, and this...kind of habit.
Nonetheless, he did gain self-control.
"I'm close... Just a little more..." M/n can feel Sanzu's thrust become ever more sloppy, a whimper poured out of his scarred lips.
"M/n—! HUGN~" Sanzu moaned aloud, he finally climaxed all over M/n's stomach. Staining his turtleneck clothes. Meanwhile, M/n felt his cock released its second climax.
"My clothes..." M/n uttered, fiddling the sticky liquid melding in with his fingers. Its consistency was so thick that M/n could tell Sanzu hadn't had sex for a long time for his semen to be this... Thick.
"I can lend you my clothes."
“Fuck that.”
Sanzu threw his arms around M/n, practically draping himself over the H/c-haired male like a human-sized leech. He took a deep inhale, the scent of sweat mingling with the liquor he’d just downed filling his senses. It was gross. It was intoxicating. It was—
“Get off, you're heavy as fuck.”
M/n shoved at him, scooching to the side like Sanzu carried the plague. He was not about to be smothered to death under the weight of a drunkard, no matter how oddly affectionate he was being.
Sanzu pouted dramatically, sniffling like a wounded puppy. “Wow. Rejected just like that? Cold-blooded.”
“You got what you wanted. Can I go home now? It's almost dinner,” M/n grumbled, checking his watch. Clicking his tongue, he frowned. “Shit, it’s already seven.”
“Fiiine,” Sanzu sighed, stretching out the word like a brat denied dessert. Then, with a sly smirk, he held up a glass. “Buuuut… one more shot?”
M/n groaned, snatching the drink and downing it like a man who had already accepted his terrible life choices. “Happy?”
“Very~” Sanzu purred, and as M/n turned to leave, the pink-haired menace sent a sharp smack to his ass.
M/n yelped, whirling around with a glare. “You absolute degenerate—”
But Sanzu only grinned, waving him off as he slinked away. The moment the door shut, he let out a lazy chuckle, lighting a cigarette. He leaned back, exhaling a cloud of smoke, the grin on his lips widening at the memory of M/n’s flustered face.
“Tch. Heaven really does exist.”
He grabbed another bottle, popping the cap and pouring himself a drink. Just another night to drink himself into oblivion. He ignored the dull ache building in his skull—whether from the alcohol or the drugs, who knew? Probably both.
Slumping onto the leather couch, he blinked blearily as his vision blurred in and out. Huh. That wasn’t normal. Had he… overdone it? Nah. He was Sanzu fucking Haruchiyo. He could hold his liquor better than—
The door creaked open.
Sanzu’s sluggish mind barely registered the sound of approaching footsteps—four of them. He cracked an eye open, squinting at the two figures standing before him.
“Did the drug work?” a hushed voice asked.
“Of course it did. Look at him. He looks like a dried rat,” the other snickered.
“Hey—!” Sanzu managed to slur before a hard slap landed on his cheek.
“Yeah, he’s still breathing.”
Sanzu groaned, forcing his head up to focus on the two blurry figures. “The fuck…”
“Ugh. That doesn’t prove the truth serum worked,” Rindou muttered, arms crossed, looking as unimpressed as ever.
“Tch. We’ll see,” Ran hummed. Then, he smirked. “Hey, Sanzu. What do you think of M/n?”
Sanzu blinked. His hazy mind struggled to process the question before an image of M/n popped into his head. His crush, his beloved, his everything—
“M/n is…” Ran and Rindou unconsciously leaned in, anticipation clear in their postures.
“…good in bed~”
There was a brief pause.
“Keep that to yourself.”
“We did not need to hear that.”
The twins spoke in unison, both looking mildly traumatized. Rindou visibly shuddered, adjusting his glasses as if trying to wipe the memory from his brain.
Ran sighed. “Okay. New question. Is M/n part of anything dangerous?”
Sanzu’s drugged-out brain struggled to latch onto the word ‘dangerous.’ He nodded to himself before mumbling, “He’s… dangerously hot…”
— CRACK —
Rindou’s glasses betrayed him, a tiny fracture forming in the lens as he cringed so hard his soul nearly left his body.
“This guy is infatuated with M/n, isn’t he?” he deadpanned.
“Oh my fucking god,” Ran groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “This is hopeless.”
“New question.” Ran clung to the last shreds of his patience. “What do you know about M/n’s past? Is he dangerous? Does he have any ties to a criminal organization?”
…
Silence.
…
Ran waited.
…
Still nothing.
“Hey—! Don’t ignore me!” Ran snapped, raising a fist—only to pause when he noticed the steady rise and fall of Sanzu’s chest.
A quiet snore escaped the pink-haired man’s lips.
Ran’s eye twitched.
“…He’s asleep.”
He was fucking asleep.
“FUCK!” Ran’s outburst rattled the furniture. He wanted to strangle Sanzu, punt him across the room, bash his head against—
“The drug is gonna wear off soon,” Rindou muttered, massaging his temple. “Let’s get out of here before he wakes up.”
Ran grumbled under his breath, but ultimately, he had no choice. Empty-handed once again. All that effort—wasted. The truth serum cost a fortune, and for what? For this drug addict to knock out before spilling anything useful?
They had confronted gangs. Nothing.
They had interrogated internet trolls. Nothing.
They had now drugged a so-called ‘friend.’ Still nothing.
At this point, they were running out of ideas.
What else could they do...? They ransacked their brain to compile tactics that led to them facing failure.
"What now? We don't have any more ideas. I think it's better if we give up," Rindou suggested, dragging his body around the crowd, squeezing himself into multiple bodies of drunk people in the club
"What? No! Can't you see this is gonna be the hit of the century for us?" Ran complained, he was determined to unravel M/n's hidden past.
"Okay genius, how are you going to do it?" Rindou rolled his eyes, not impressed by his brother's confidence.
"I suggest we should target another friend of his." Ran puffed his chest. He did hear about another friend of M/n.
"And who is it this time?" Rindou raised a brow, curious to who the mystery person was.
"There's this one raven haired male that I saw with M/n," Ran started.
"So you stalked him?" Rindou quivered in suspiciousness. He can't believe that his brother stalked M/n. When did he even do that?
"Of course. To know your enemy, you should at least know their behavior." Ran rolled his eyes with condescension.
"Alright...spill it, How are you planning to extract the information out of that guy this time?"
"Just follow my lead~"
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— RING! —
M/n's ears perked up at the sound of the phone going off. He was still working the afternoon shift along with his employees at the cafe, busy kneading dough while overseeing orders. Without much thought, he gestured for one of the staff to pick it up, assuming it was a customer or supplier.
A few seconds later, a hesitant voice interrupted his work.
"Um...sir? The cops are looking for you."
M/n still in mid-motion, his hands frozen over the dough. Slowly, he turned his head to the staff member, who was holding out the phone like it was a live grenade. A sinking feeling settled in his gut.
"The cops?" he repeated, wiping his hands on his apron before taking the phone. "Why the hell would they be looking for me?"
A headache was already brewing at the sheer number of possibilities running through his mind. Did Sanzu get high off his ass and accidentally involve him in some illegal shit again? Did Ran and Rindou finally piss off the wrong gang? Or worse—did someone finally dig up his past?
'I swear to god, if Sanzu left any drugs in my damn cafe again, I will personally make sure he never drinks another drop of alcohol in his life.'
Taking a deep breath, he pressed the phone to his ear, keeping his voice steady. "Hello? M/n speaking."
"Good afternoon, sir," came a professional yet somewhat weary voice. "It appears your two sons and a friend of yours have run into some trouble. Please come over to the local police station immediately. Your son is injured."
M/n’s blood ran cold.
"Wha—" His breath hitched.
"WHAT?!"
The entire cafe went silent as his voice rang through the air, causing some customers to look over in curiosity. One of his employees, who had been carrying a tray of coffee, nearly tripped at his sudden outburst.
M/n could feel his eye twitch as he gripped the phone tighter. "Which one?! What happened?! How bad is it?!"
The officer on the other end cleared their throat. "Sir, I understand your concern, but we need you to come down to the station to discuss the matter in person. Your presence is required."
M/n felt his patience snap like a dry twig. "Listen, officer, I have two reckless little shits for sons and an equally reckless idiot for a friend. If you don't give me at least a hint about what kind of disaster I'm walking into, I'm going to assume the worst."
There was a short pause before the officer let out a resigned sigh. "Your son sustained minor injuries, nothing life-threatening. However, the situation they got themselves into is… complicated. We strongly advise you to come as soon as possible."
M/n exhaled sharply, pressing his fingers against his temples. "Fine. I’m on my way."
Ending the call, he immediately untied his apron, throwing it onto the counter. "I’m heading out. If anyone asks, tell them I'll be back later. Maybe. If I don't end up committing murder first."
His staff exchanged uneasy glances but nodded nonetheless.
M/n stormed out of the cafe, already picturing all the ways he was going to strangle his sons and whoever the hell got them into this mess. If Ran and Rindou thought they had seen him mad before
they were sorely mistaken.
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A/N: Greetings, I have returned.
NEKO M/N
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