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“Being friends with benefits is okay. That way, no matter how many women you’ve been with, I won’t complain.”
Those words echoed inside Akashi’s head as he stumbled his way home, lost in a daze. His jacket was still hanging from one shoulder, lightly dragging against his back, and he was sure a bruise was forming on the top of his forehead from where he bumped his head as he was leaving Chigira’s apartment, but he didn’t care. He was just struggling to comprehend the words that were told to him by Chigira.
Friends with benefits? Them? Chigira just wants to be fuck buddies? He thought, and even now, alone with his thoughts, Akashi still didn’t get it. Why would Chigira just want to be friends with benefits with him? Surely, the man knows Akashi usually isn’t the type to do this sort of thing, right? That yeah, he might’ve dated a few girls here and there, but Akashi had never truly slept with any of them? That Chigira was his first right?
And yet those words keep coming back to him.
“Being friends with benefits is okay.”
Those damn words keep taunting him, as if mocking him. Like, ‘haha, did you really think you could just sleep with your best friend just like that? And not expect consequences? Are you stupid, Banjo Akashi?’
It stung. Never in Akashi’s life has he felt so embarrassed after being turned down, and by someone he actually cared about too. He could feel his eyes swelling up with tears and he harshly wiped them away, refusing to cry no matter how badly he was hurting.
“Being friends with benefits is okay.”
What do you mean by that, Chigira? Are you really okay with us just being…sex friends? Akashi thought with slight desperation. He swears that this isn’t what Chigira had wanted, what he wanted either. He keeps thinking back to moments before, before they entered the love hotel, when it seemed like Chigira was interested in him. Akashi keeps rewinding certain scenes over and over in his head, from how he reacted to Akashi turning down a girl’s invitation to hang out to the way Chigira looked when he was giving him a blowjob. He thinks about how Chigira went behind his back and brought a butt plug that Akashi knew was roughly the size of his dick because Akashi had told him. It’s not a coincidence, it can’t be.
And yet, in spite of this, Chigira had turned him down when Akashi offered him a date. In spite of Akashi feeling so sure of himself, Chigira didn’t want to date him.
“I’m home.” Akashi said as he opened the door to his house. Meibi, who was once again near the doorway, looked at him.
“Welcome home.” She said, then paused as she took a good long look at Akashi. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing. I’m fine.” Akashi said. Meibi didn’t believe him for a second and continued to observe her older brother with a stern glance. Sheesh, is this what Chigira was complaining about that one time? Akashi thought.
“Did something happen between you and that dog?” She asked. Seeing how Akashi stiffened up, Meibi knew she hit the sore spot. “Told you he hates you.”
“Shut up, he doesn’t hate me.” Akashi immediately fired back. Unbothered by his defensive tone, Meibi raised an eyebrow.
“Then why do you look so upset?”
Akashi scowled at her. “I’m not upset. Besides, I can’t tell you, you’re too young for this matter.”
At that, Meibi scrunched up her nose.
“Yuck. Whatever, not my problem. Dinner’s going to be ready soon, don’t spend all day sulking in your room.” She said and turned to walk towards the kitchen, just missing Akashi sticking his tongue out at her. With that interaction over with, Akashi made his way upstairs to his room and closed the door. His mind was still thinking about the last conversation he had with Chigira.
“Being friends with benefits is okay. That way, no matter how many women you’ve been with, I won’t complain.”
Is that how he sees it? That I’m just using him? He thought, sitting down on the bed. He was currently staring blankly down at the floor, feeling numb. Or rather, he really just wants us to be fuck buddies?
But even so, when Akashi thinks back to Chigira’s expression, he didn’t look like a person that was confident in his answer. He looked sad, like he knew being friends with benefits isn’t what he wanted. Well news flash Chigira, I don’t want to be fuck buddies either. Akashi thought with a scowl on his face. He really has no idea why Chigira thought that he’d be okay with this, that sex was all he ever wanted from Chigira.
And the more Akashi thinks about it, the more pissed he gets. Because on the other side of it, being friends with benefits meant that while Akashi is free to do what he pleases, this same rule applies to Chigira as well. Which meant that if things were to go south, he could forget about being friends with benefits with Chigira, he would no longer be friends with Chigira period. Which meant Chigira would be free to date whoever he wants. And that was something Akashi didn’t like.
The years he spent trying to keep his feelings in check so he didn’t fuck up his relationship with Chigira; the amount of times Akashi fought the urge to make a move on Chigira up until recently; Akashi’s perfectly calculated, semi well-thought plan on courting Chigira into becoming his boyfriend, would’ve gone up in flames all because they were friends with benefits and there was someone else in the picture. Someone who gets to see Chigira the way Akashi always hoped he would.
The very idea of someone else touching Chigira the way Akashi had got his blood boiling. They’ll get to see all the cute expressions on Chigira’s face when you hit his prostate just right, hear his moans in their ear, how his entire body just cling onto you when you fuck him hard and deep enough. They’ll see his cute blush, his earnestness, hear his soft whimpers for more, with the name of his partner on the tip of his tongue, ready to be called out.
They’ll have all of that and Akashi will not let that stand. Akashi wasn’t risking years of friendship for nothing. He didn’t get this far with Chigira just to be fuck buddies.
A stormy look came across Akashi’s face as he finally looked up from the floor, the feelings of anger, possessiveness, love, and even a tiny bit of hurt came rushing over him.
Friends with benefits my ass. One way or another, Sakamoto Chigira, you are mine.