"This is going to sting," he says, and starts cleaning and disinfecting the wounds, causing many of them to start bleeding again.

Towa shivers and his eye flutters shut. He can never get Fujieda to hurt him, and even though sex with Fujieda is incredible and has been better than any of the sex he used to have—which used to involve a lot more pain—Towa still misses it. Soon enough he finds himself tenting his pants.

Fujieda—

—notices—

—but ignores it to continue his ministrations. Once he's done treating the cuts and scrapes he gets bandages and applies them onto Towa's skin, carefully and perfectly-aligned.

Whenever he acts like this, Towa wants to ruin him. He wants to tear down that armour, he wants to get a rise out of him. Perfectly-aligned bandages. To be fair, he did get a lot of practice, especially after meeting Towa, and Taku had remarked in the past that Fujieda really knew what he was doing, but still, it was so pointlessly precise.

These feelings are usually pretty short-lived, especially since he does, in fact, get to see Fujieda with his guard down almost every day, whenever he's not on a business trip, but still. Right this second it's really annoying him, and he's finding that the earlier fight didn't quite quench his thirst for someone to hurt him.

...for Fujieda to hurt him.

"Your legs?" he asks, straightening up.

"Nothing this bad," he says, focusing his eye on Fujieda again.

"Understood," he says, and packs his kit back up. "Let's go, then." He turns around to leave—

"So are we going to have lunch like this?" Towa asks, without putting his shirt back on or hopping off the sink.

He stops in his tracks.

"Fine by me," he continues. "Just wondering."

Fujieda squeezes and stretches his fingers—

—then relaxes them again and turns back around. "What do you mean?"

He's no longer smirking by the time Fujieda's looking at him. He hops off the sink, pulls his shirt shirt back on, and starts to walk out. "Let's go, then," he echoes.

Fujieda takes in a sharp breath and doesn't move—

(Towa walks past him and counts in his head, three, two, one...)

—"Wait."

(Bingo.)

He turns around and lifts a questioning eyebrow.

Fujieda takes another second before turning around, himself, and something about Towa's face infuriates him.

—ah.

"You..."

Towa cracks.

(On purpose.)

"Hmm?"

Fujieda opens and closes his hands again but his poise is gone. "Drop it. I told you not to do that with me."

"Yeah." He folds one arm over his chest and lifts his cigarette to his lips with his free hand. He takes a long, slow drag, exhales the smoke to the side, then looks at Fujieda again. "You told me to be blunt. Didn't work."

"...I said it's not the time. You can't just—Towa, sometimes we don't get what we want."