#|ic|samatoki

Samatoki growled before grabbing the cigarette out of his mouth and flicked some of the ashes to the ground. "Eventually, my ass! Most of that junk was out of fuckin' date anyways. And how about you eat some actual damn food for once?" Taking a drag from the cigarette, he blew to smoke off to the side before continuing. "Yeah, yeah, I'll replace it so stop your bitching."

Gritting his teeth as he growled, he glared at the older male. Usually, there'd be no hesitation before there would be a spitfire remark coming out of his mouth; Disrespect not being something that he allowed or tolerated, but there were rare moments. The two of them had their fair share of arguments when tempers got high, or when tension was too much and brains stopped working.

But, like everyone else, Samatoki was just as vulnerable to temptations and lust. And in those moments, he decided he could be a bit more lenient if needed. So here he was, grumbling before giving in to the command that had been given. "Fine, but don't go thinkin' you can just tell me what to do! You're lucky we know the context for it this time."

"Huh?! Why is that even any of your damn business?!" Taking a drag from the cigarette in his mouth before tossing it to the ground once finished and stomping it out, his eyes moved into a usual glare. "None of them are stupid enough to go get into something they can't handle. Besides, I'm one of the oldest, if not the oldest, so I don't picture them dying before me any time soon."

But thinking about it.. He didn't like the thought. It could happen, sure, but he didn't wanna think about it. He couldn't say he'd be absolutely devastated if it was Ramuda or Jakurai, but for some real, the idea of Ichiro dying in front of him? No. He refused to think about it. Even hypothetically, his chest was already tightening just at picturing it. If it really happened?...

Samatoki had been minding his own business, not really expecting any visitors. While his territory wasn't unpopular, few ever bothered to know where to look for him or where he would even be. On top of that, there was no expectation that a visitor would be someone that used to be a close friend.

Despite the confusion of why Ichiro had showed up, simply not allowing a word in before making the biscuit stick known, Samatoki set the cigarette that had been between his lips onto the side of the ash tray. One thing everyone knew about him was that Yakuza or not, he never turned down a competition. So, of course, who would he be to turn down a request from an once old so dear friend of his?

Once their lips met, Samatoki felt his body freeze. He hadn't actually expected Ichiro to go through with it fully, but he was ignoring the part of him that knew he had thought about this more than what was right. Doing something as stupid as he did back then when things fell apart, how did he have a right to think about their lips touching? For them to be vulnerable enough with each other to trust each other enough to share this? But here they were. And he was trying to will his heart rate to stay the same, to stay calm, not give away the bit of excitement building in his chest as he almost lost himself and deepened it.

IS THIS FUCKER RATTLING THE BARS? YES.

DO I HAVE EXPERIENCE WITH HIS TYPE? NO.