"How did you do that?" Hogou was bewildered. When he saw the card erupted into thousands, his mouth gape. They were shrouded by an obscene amount of cards that a person could see in a lifetime.
To him it was like magic. Well it was magic, that anyone could compare to the Goetia. Asahi smiled at Hogou endearingly, but the former glared him which he turned the other way.
Hesitatingly, he replied. "Well, it's just one of the powers of the goetia. We're not locked to a specific power, it's a spectrum."
Hogou's face was serious, he acknowledged the possibility of that. Before he could turn to Asahi, the silver-haired man pulled him inside the cubicle. The shadow of their shoes melded together, as from the outside, it looked like people participating in debauched actions.
Wait, why did he just pull me inside the cubicle?
"Asa-"
Asahi's finger was pinned to Hogou's darkened lips. He could feel both of their breaths as the footsteps outside echoed in the restroom. He smiled through the darkness and put his finger on his lips and gestured to stay quiet.
Hogou's green eyes stared at Asahi's, then he shied away from him.
Mugi looked around the restroom. It was fancy, the cubicle was shining as the absence of vandalism was prominent in the lower ring of the city.
There were five cubicles in the room. Three of which were closed.
Both Hogou and Asahi were in the third cubicle to the right. Hogou's heart raced as Asahi covered his mouth.
Suddenly, they heard the door in the other cubicle creak open. Mugi walked over to the second one and opened it. It was empty, just a lone toilet with the washlet beside it
As Mugi was about to open the third cubicle. Asahi tightened the space between them. Their suits grinded one another, scuffling as the suffocating atmosphere descended inside the claustrophobic space.
Mugi could hear the rustling inside the cubicle. Accompanied by a faint labored breathing as if the people inside had been running for miles.
Asahi's heart trembled, Hogou could feel it in his hands as Asahi continued to grind against him. He closed his eyes, his face was redder than the blood. Feeling something below them, a mound that wanted to escape the fabric of their pants.
That's quite large… fuck what am I thinking. Hogou's body tensed up. Another question flared on his mind
What is he doing? Hogou's mind goes on a blank felt the blunt grinding of the nether world. Low rustling of fabric could be heard as Hogou repressed yelp escaped from his lips.
"W-wait, Asahi. Nhmm-'' Asahi laid his palm against Hogou's mouth, his yelp came out so suggestively, he felt the sudden euphoria as the blood inside surged throughout his body.
Suddenly an immense euphoria surged onto Hogou, his eyes widened to the point that he could not help but release a moan. It came out muffled because of Asahi's hand.
W-what the… we have so much space inside this cubicle…
Hogou's body shivered, his limbs tensed up like the hairs in his body. He was clueless about Mugi's presence. For all he knew, Asahi's body randomly tensed up.
He couldn't feel mad as his body became uncontrollable from the amount of euphoria he felt.
Mugi faltered when he heard the faint moan emanating from the cubicle. His hand twitched hesitatingly as he mouth gape in shock…
Asahi held Hogou's hand, guiding his finger into his mouth.
Hogou's eyes widened in shock. What the fuck was Asahi doing?
Why is he looking at me with such mischievous eyes sucking my fingers… Why do I feel powerless?
Mugi hesitated, asking himself the question. What in tarnation did I just hear?
His vision narrowed as he heard the scuffling inside the cubicle. Then
Slurp… schlop… slurp…
Gah!
It struck Mugi like lightning. His feet trembled as he slowly backed away. His mind was filled with unholy machinations of ideas. He caught a glimpse of two shoes under the gap of the cubicle, one facing back one facing front.
The wet sloppy sound continued to spin around his head. His face was beet red due to embarrassment, to think that people are this bold in today's day and age… even doing it in an exclusive event…
That's embarrassing… no, what the fuck! I'm out of here, I could never open that door with them doing that!
Mugi ran out of the restroom. The door creaked closed and Asahi's muscles relaxed. Hogou was breathing loudly as his gaze swept on Asahi.
"That was close." Asahi smiled brightly. Then Hogou struck him in the head as he shoved him out of the cubicle.
"God, are you out of your mind?" Hogou's face was stern albeit the trace of red scurrying on his cheek. Whatever he experienced was the strangest thing in his life. Asahi suddenly tensed up acting weirdly as he hogged the space inside the cubicle, then… Asahi made a wet sloppy sound as Hogou's finger slid into his mouth, licking it like a lollipop. He had a perverse expression, he was clearly toying with him when he had the chance.
"You're insane." Hogou walked to the washers and washed his hand whom Asahi licked before.
Asahi shifted his hair, his purple eyes glimmered with the white light in the restroom. He walked up to Asahi then said: "I'm sorry, detective. I can't blow our cover out."
Hogou glared at Asahi which made him scratch his head as he gave Hogou a shit-eating grin.
"Was the finger licking necessary?" Hogou looked at Asahi, annoyed. His arms crossed, creasing his sleek suit.
Asahi laughed lightly, he pinched Hogou's ears and made it red. He smiled like a sly fox. "It was, and for the matter of fact, it was a vital strategy."
"Yes, strategy. Hehe" Asahi beamed, it seems like he was satisfied with his answer again.
Hogou backed away, as gloom descended like a dark fog. "Right…"
Hogou sighed as he instructed Asahi to stand in the corner until decided to let him move.
The silver-haired man stood in the corner of the room. Staring at the dark-haired detective, awaiting for his command like a dog. He looked innocent waiting for Hogou.
Damn it… i can't resist that look.
"You can move now…"
"Yahoo!" Asahi left his spot and rummaged through the dufflebag. He brought the silver revolver and it's holster.
Asahi walked up to Hogou, revolver jn hand. He spoke in a casual manner. "Strip." Asahi said nonchalantly.
"Uh, what?" Hogou covered his body his hand. Tried to, but he backed away from Asahi's grasp. He thought Asahi had some perversed ideas again, which he personally does not like.
Then, Asahi cleared the misunderstanding like a leaf blower. "Ah, fuck, let me reiterate that. I mean is, pull your pants down."
"..."
Uhh…
"That's not any better!" Hogou shouted. Asahi lunged to him to hush him out. Hogou's eyes dilate as his emerald eyes phased into a dark one. "Mhmm-" his muffled voice protested.
"Clear your debauched mind." Asahi smiled hesitantly, trying to clear his image for a moment.
"No, you should." Hogou fired back.
"Detective, listen… just holster his gun onto your waist…" Asahi held the revolver to Hogou.
Hogou blinked for a moment, his lips twitched as his face boiled into the color of peaches. He reluctantly grabbed the gun.
"Y-you look away." Hogou said in a low voice, his lips pursed as his eyes were low.
"R-right, I'm sorry." Asahi looked away into the corner of the room. He heard the belt buckle clank, his shadow moving on the wall. The sound of fabric being pulled up kissed his ear.
His reactions are so cute!
"You can look now." He heard the voice behind him. Asahi turned around, the gun vanished, seamlessly melded onto his suit. It seems like his training as a detective was still in effect.
"Perfect, then let me do this." Asahi walked up to Hogou, his palm spread to his face. Hogou wondered what was Asahi planning to do. To cover his face with his warm hands, he did not seem to mind.
"What are you gonna do?"
"A little bit of trickery." Asahi traced his hand on Hogou's face like an uncharted territory. Hogou could feel his face muscles contorting and relaxing. His bones elongating as he slowly grew the same height as Asahi.
When Asahi's hand withdrew from his face. Hogou ran to the mirror. What he was not himself but two Asahi in the room. His silver-hair, slanted eyes, button nose and rosy lips. There was no difference between them, only the way he acted and his voice.
Asahi smiled as he was content by his work. He commented, "How handsome."
"Aw, shut up" Hogou retorted.
An awkward silence descended between them. While they were in the restroom, the event hasn't started yet. So the pair had time to spare and prepare their tools for Asahi's job.
Hogou did not utter a single word, until he heard Asahi. The awkward aura suddenly vanished. His face slightly lit up.
"Did you know Belial is known for its trickeries?" Asahi asked Hogou. The detective looked at Asahi, confused. He faced him then shrugged.
"Kind of, I never read the Ars Goetia seriously." His voice was filled with indifference.
"It said that his name means wicked and worthless, fitting for someone who tricked people for promises. Like my main powers, it turns people into a worthless block of ice. Tricking life and death if the person is truly alive, just encased in clear ice."
Hogou shifted himself, he was curious about Belial. Moreover, about Asahi as a whole. He wondered what turned him like this. Then he asked, "How did you know you have this power?"
Asahi lips propped into a smile, he was happy that Hogou was interested in his past, even slightly. However, his face darkened, full of guilt and sadness.
Hogou noticed the sudden change of Asahi's facial expression. Before he could talk, Asahi said: "I learned that I have Belial when he was split in half."
"Split… in half?" Hogou did not understand what it meant. Split in half? Like the power was split into two powers? Or the power was split into two entities? He could not settle what was it. Asahi had no intention of sharing it, he was simply answering Hogou's question.
"Yes, in half, he just vanished" He answered vaguely.
Hogou decided to not continue his question, changed the topics as to avoid further confrontation. "Look what time is it, looks like the charity is starting."
Asahi's face that was previously washed out of colors gradually returned to it's original handsome appearance. He glanced at the watch, it was indeed time for the charity event. Asahi slid the tragedy mask onto his face as he urged Hogou into wearing the comedy mask.
Through the vent in the restroom. They emerged to the wooden beams up the stage. They could see the pompous guests as they clapped on the false generosity they had planned out for the event. They're all hypocrites.
"Stay here, observe them. I'll do something ahead, do not engage." Asahi vanished like a shadow.
Hogou sat on the wooden beam as the hosts voice echoed in the auditorium.