A Homo? Oh No |Juzosuke One-Shots|

18+|Secrets and Submission|

A/N: I suck at writing sex but uhhhh I wrote it anyway. Enjoy this dumpster fire of a fic that I spent entirely too much time writing.
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The two men spoke with each other, making light hearted jabs at each other, as they walked down the hall. The hall lacked any other activity, giving the illusion of privacy.

Both of them end up in a rather interesting position by midnight and Sakakura isn't quite sure how they ended up in such a position.

They were simply discussing the condition of the world, given the effects of the Tragedy. How their conversation went the way it did is beyond Sakakura.

Not that he's complaining, of course.

"If the world stays in this state, you're going to run out of handcuffs to cuff criminals with," Munakata sighed, attempting to joke about the situation but his tone was rather somber.

"Don't need handcuffs if we kill em. I wouldn't feel bad, they deserve it," Sakakura replied, with a smug grin. After all, he was a man who had a tendency to handle situations with violence.

"Neither would I, however, it is only proper that we allow a fair trial. In any case, allowing them a few words may shed light on something we can use. Some are more useful to us locked up, rather than dead," Munakata responded.

"Maybe you just like handcuffs," Sakakura jokingly suggested.

"I'm not even the one using the handcuffs."

"Well maybe that's because using them on somebody turns you on so you make somebody else do the dirty work," Sakakura joked, feeling immediate regret washing over him as soon as the words escaped him. His face became pale and his cheeks flushed as embarassment consumed him. The silver haired man stopped walking, a surprised expression briefly crossing his face before settling on a serious expression. "Ah- sorry Munakata, I was just joking around but I really shouldn't have made a joke like that. I went too far, I'm so sorry. I don't know where that came from, please forgive me," The green haired man apologized profusely for accidentally allowing such words to slip off his tongue.

The silver haired man opened his mouth to speak but decided against it and continued walking. Sakakura initially stayed still, unsure of whether or not to keep following. Munakata paused again when he realized he didn't hear the familar sound of boots thumping against the linoleum behind him. He turned to look at the taller man and said nothing, but gestured to Sakakura to tell him to keep following.

Sakakura hurriedly caught up as he realized that Munakata wasn't bothered by the comment enough to want to be away from him. That was somewhat reassuring to him, at least he hadn't fucked up bad enough for Munakata to abandon him.

Neither said anything as they continued walking. Sakakura didn't dare comment when Munakata paused in front of an office door in a dimly lit section of the hall, far from the rest of civilization. If it wasn't for some paintings, statues, and a few plants scattered to bring the place to life a little, the hall would've creeped Sakakura out. Though it was still a bit eerie, as nobody ever went this far anymore. Future Foundation had lost many people over time and that meant that this end of the hall was esentially a ghost town. It was rather far from the main gathering areas in the building that once people died, others started moving closer to those areas to reduce walking distance. That left this end of the building unoccupied.

They were the only people who went down this way in many months, as Munakata liked to roam in quiet places when he was feeling stressed. Of course, Sakakura tended to accompany him to keep him safe in case something happened. Ocassionally Yukizome accompanied Munakata, but Munakata oftentimes preferred Sakakura's company because Sakakura tended to have an easier time recognizing when he just needed to be in his own thoughts.