Words: 3015
Which universe: Normal world
Which label: Sweet/ Smut
Top: Sanemi
Bottom: Giyuu
About: Sanemi is Giyuu's new bodyguard. Giyuu is the typical rich kid and Sanemi is the strict bodyguard. Giyuu has trust issues and other problems because his parents never had time for him. Sanemi is a bit older than Giyuu.
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Sanemi stood rigidly at attention outside Giyuu's bedroom door, his posture straight and his expression impassive despite the early hour. As the young heir's personal bodyguard, it was his duty to maintain constant vigilance, even on his first day on the job. The Tomioka estate was sprawling and opulent, a testament to the family's immense wealth, but Sanemi paid it no mind. His focus remained solely on the task at hand - protecting Giyuu Tomioka at all costs.
The door swung open abruptly, revealing Giyuu himself. The 20-year-old was already impeccably dressed in designer clothes, his dark hair perfectly styled. But there was a coldness in his eyes, a distance that seemed to put an invisible wall between him and the rest of the world. Giyuu's gaze raked over Sanemi dismissively, taking in the man's muscular frame and stern expression. He crossed his arms, tilting his chin up slightly in a gesture of barely concealed disdain. "So you're the new meat, huh? Let's get one thing straight - I don't need a babysitter. Especially not some brute who probably can't even string two sentences together."
Despite his harsh words, there was a flicker of something in Giyuu's eyes - loneliness perhaps, or a longing for connection that he quickly masked with arrogance. "Well? Are you going to stand there gawking all day or are you actually going to do your job and follow me to class? Try to keep up, will you?"Sanemi's jaw clenched almost imperceptibly at Giyuu's insulting tone, but his expression remained stoic. He fell into step beside the younger man as they walked, keeping a respectful distance while still maintaining a protective stance.
"I assure you, Mr. Tomioka, I am more than capable of fulfilling my duties as your personal security detail," Sanemi replied, his deep voice steady and professional. "And while I understand your reluctance to have a constant companion, I must remind you that your safety is paramount. These precautions are not mere inconveniences, but necessary measures to ensure your wellbeing."
As they exited the manor, Sanemi subtly scanned their surroundings, alert for any potential threats. Despite Giyuu's prickly demeanor, he felt a twinge of sympathy for the isolated young man. The drive to campus was tense and silent, Giyuu pointedly ignoring Sanemi's presence. When they arrived, the young heir finally spoke, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, here we are. Try not to embarrass me in front of my peers, will you? I have a reputation to uphold."
With that, Giyuu exited the vehicle and strode towards the main building, his posture perfect and his head held high. Students turned to watch him pass, whispering behind their hands. It was clear that Giyuu Tomioka was someone to be seen and not heard, a status he seemed to revel in. Throughout the day, Sanemi maintained a discreet but constant presence, shadowing Giyuu from a distance during classes and social engagements. He observed the way people interacted with the young heir - some with obvious envy or resentment, others with sycophantic admiration. Through it all, Giyuu remained aloof and detached, his cold demeanor creating a palpable barrier between himself and the world around him.
During a brief lull between lectures, Sanemi approached Giyuu where he sat alone on a bench, engrossed in his phone. "Mr. Tomioka, may I have a word?" His tone was respectful but firm. "I couldn't help but notice your apparent isolation today. While I understand the need for personal space, it may also leave you vulnerable. Perhaps we could discuss ways to balance your privacy with appropriate security protocols?"Giyuu looked up from his phone, his expression guarded and unimpressed. He sighed heavily, as if greatly put upon. "Listen, I appreciate your concern, really. But I've been handling myself just fine without a shadow for years. I don't need you hovering and making me look weak in front of everyone."
He stood abruptly, tucking his phone into his pocket. "Look, I get that you're just doing your job. But my life isn't some delicate flower that needs constant protection. I'm not helpless, and I certainly don't need a friend." There was a bitter edge to his voice, a hint of the loneliness he tried so hard to hide behind his icy facade. "Just... stay out of sight and let me live my life. That's all I ask."Sanemi nodded solemnly, acknowledging Giyuu's wishes even as he silently vowed to remain vigilant. "Understood, Mr. Tomioka. I will endeavor to provide discretion and allow you the illusion of independence. However, I must stress that my primary objective is your safety above all else. Should any situation arise that puts you at risk, I will intervene regardless of your preferences."
He stepped back, giving Giyuu space. "For now, I will maintain a low profile as requested. But please, if you ever find yourself in need of assistance or simply wish to discuss matters related to your security, do not hesitate to approach me. My role extends beyond mere physical protection; I am here to support you in whatever capacity you require, whether you choose to acknowledge it or not."As the days turned into weeks, Sanemi found himself growing increasingly concerned about Giyuu's solitary existence.
The young heir threw himself into his studies with single-minded determination, but there was a hollow quality to his achievements, as if he was striving for perfection to fill an emptiness within. During rare moments of downtime, Giyuu would stare off into the distance with a haunted look, his usual mask of indifference slipping to reveal a profound sense of isolation and longing.
One evening, as Giyuu sat alone in the manor's grand library, poring over textbooks late into the night, Sanemi decided to breach the walls Giyuu had so carefully constructed. He approached the desk where Giyuu worked, his footsteps echoing in the cavernous room. "Working late again, Mr. Tomioka?"Giyuu glanced up from his textbook, surprise flashing briefly across his features before being quickly replaced by his usual cool expression. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms defensively. "What does it look like I'm doing? I have a lot of catching up to do if I want to maintain my GPA."
Despite his dismissive tone, there was a weariness in Giyuu's eyes, a tension in his shoulders that betrayed the toll his relentless studying was taking. He closed the book with a soft thud, his gaze drifting to the window where the moon cast long shadows across the manicured grounds. "Is there something you needed, Sanemi? Or did you just come to check up on me like a nosy parent?"Sanemi's expression softened almost imperceptibly at the exhaustion evident in Giyuu's voice and bearing. He moved to lean against the desk, careful to maintain a respectful distance while still conveying a sense of solidarity. "No, sir, I didn't come to check up on you. Merely to offer a friendly ear, if you'd like one."
His deep voice was gentle, almost coaxing. "It's been brought to my attention that your work ethic borders on self-neglect. I know the pressures you face, the expectations placed upon you. But I also see the toll it takes, the way it consumes you bit by bit."
Sanemi's dark eyes met Giyuu's, holding his gaze with quiet intensity. "You don't have to carry this burden alone, Giyuu."Over the following weeks, an unspoken understanding developed between Sanemi and Giyuu. While the young heir still maintained a certain aloofness in public, in private moments he began to let his guard down around his dedicated bodyguard. Late-night conversations in the library became a regular occurrence, starting with stilted exchanges about academics and evolving into deeper discussions about their lives and aspirations.
Sanemi listened intently as Giyuu slowly opened up about the weight of his family's legacy, the suffocating expectations that came with his name and fortune. In turn, Giyuu learned about Sanemi's own difficult past, the sacrifices he'd made to rise through the ranks and secure a position that would allow him to protect those in need. A tentative bond formed, built on mutual respect and a shared understanding of the burdens they carried. Late one afternoon, Sanemi entered Giyuu's private quarters to perform a routine security sweep, as was his daily habit. The room was dim, the curtains drawn against the harsh sunlight. At first, he thought Giyuu must be out, but then he spotted the young man curled up on top of the covers, fast asleep in nothing but a pair of black silk boxers.
Giyuu lay on his side, one arm thrown above his head and the other resting on his flat stomach. His chest rose and fell with each slow, even breath, dark lashes fanning across his cheeks. In sleep, the perpetual frown lines between his brows smoothed away, leaving his handsome face looking younger and more vulnerable than Sanemi had ever seen it. Sanemi froze, his heart skipping a beat at the unexpected intimacy of the scene. He knew he should leave, give Giyuu his privacy, but found himself rooted to the spot, unable to tear his gaze away from the sleeping young man. There was something achingly beautiful about Giyuu like this - unguarded, defenses lowered, stripped of the icy armor he wore like a second skin.
Against his better judgment, Sanemi approached the bed, moving silently on the plush carpet. He drank in the sight of Giyuu's lithe form, the way the thin fabric of his boxers clung to his lean hips and thighs. A light sheen of sweat glistened on his exposed skin, and Sanemi felt his mouth go dry, a flush creeping up his neck. Unable to resist, Sanemi reached out a trembling hand, his fingertips hovering just above Giyuu's shoulder. He longed to touch, to feel the warmth of the younger man's skin, but held himself back, knowing it would be a gross violation of trust and propriety. Instead, he simply stood there, breathing in the scent of Giyuu's shampoo and the unique musk of his skin, committing every detail to memory.
After what felt like an eternity, Sanemi forced himself to step back, his hand clenching at his side. He knew he needed to leave, to give Giyuu the respect and privacy he deserved. But a part of him never wanted to stop looking at the beautiful, vulnerable young man before him. With great effort, Sanemi tore his gaze away from Giyuu's sleeping form and backed towards the door, his movements slow and deliberate. He paused with his hand on the knob, glancing back one last time. Giyuu had shifted slightly in his sleep, rolling onto his back. The new position caused his boxers to ride low on his hips, exposing a tantalizing strip of pale skin above the waistband.
A strangled groan escaped Sanemi's throat at the enticing view, his body reacting instinctively to the erotic display. He squeezed his eyes shut, taking a shuddering breath as he willed his racing heart to slow. This was wrong, so very wrong. Giyuu trusted him, depended on him for protection and guidance. To take advantage of the young man's vulnerable state would be the height of betrayal. With a herculean effort, Sanemi wrenched open the door and stepped out into the hallway, closing it softly behind him. He leaned against the wall, his heart pounding wildly in his chest as he tried to regain his composure. The image of Giyuu sprawled across the bed, nearly naked and utterly defenseless, was seared into his mind, taunting him with its forbidden allure.
Sanemi dragged a hand down his face, his palm coming away slightly damp with sweat. He knew he had to put that tempting vision out of his head, to focus on his duty and nothing more. Giyuu was his charge, his responsibility, not some object of lust to be ogled and desired. As soon as he heard the door click shut, Giyuu's eyes fluttered open, his gaze immediately darting to the empty doorway. A faint smirk played at the corners of his mouth as he sat up slowly, the sheet pooling around his waist. He had heard every creak of the floorboards, every hitch in Sanemi's breathing, feeling the weight of the older man's stare like a physical caress upon his skin.
Giyuu's heart raced, but not from sleep. No, this was exhilaration, a dark thrill at having caught his ever-vigilant guardian in such a compromising moment. He wondered how far Sanemi would have gone if left unchecked, what depths of desire he might have plumbed in the heat of the moment. Giyuu swung his legs over the side of the bed, standing up with deliberate slowness. He stretched languidly, arching his back in a way that highlighted the lean muscles of his torso and the sharp cut of his hipbones above his boxers. Then, with a wicked gleam in his eye, he sauntered towards the door, his bare feet sinking into the plush carpet with each step.
He paused with his hand on the knob, just as Sanemi had done mere moments before. Giyuu took a deep breath, steeling himself, before pulling the door open and stepping out into the hall. There, pressed against the opposite wall, was Sanemi - flushed, disheveled, and clearly rattled by what he thought had been a private moment. Sanemi's eyes widened in shock as Giyuu emerged, his face flushing an even deeper shade of red. He straightened up abruptly, squaring his shoulders as if preparing for inspection. "Mr. Tomioka! I... I didn't realize you were awake. I was just performing a routine security check and..." His voice trailed off lamely as he struggled to explain his presence, acutely aware of how guilty he must appear.
Sanemi's gaze flicked down Giyuu's nearly nude form before snapping back up to his face, his expression torn between mortification and poorly concealed hunger. "I apologize for intruding on your privacy, sir. That was not my intention. I'll just..." He gestured vaguely down the hall, desperate to escape the charged atmosphere and the temptation Giyuu represented. Giyuu's lips curved into a slow, predatory smile as he watched Sanemi squirm. He took a step closer, invading the older man's personal space, his voice low and teasing. "Oh, I think we both know exactly what your intentions were, Sanemi. The question is, why bother denying it?"
He reached out, trailing a finger along Sanemi's jawline, feeling the rough stubble beneath his fingertips. "I saw the way you were looking at me. Like you wanted to devour me whole." Giyuu's breath ghosted over Sanemi's ear as he whispered, "The real question is, what are you going to do about it?"Sanemi's breath hitched at Giyuu's bold touch and provocative words, his body responding despite his best efforts to maintain control. The air between them crackled with tension, the unspoken desires hanging heavy in the air. He swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he fought to keep his composure.
"Giyuu, we... we shouldn't..." His voice was strained, thick with barely restrained want. "This isn't appropriate. I'm supposed to be protecting you, not... not lusting after you like some hormone-addled teenager." Even as he spoke, Sanemi's hands clenched at his sides, fighting the urge to reach out and pull Giyuu flush against him.
Giyuu's smile only widened at Sanemi's tortured words, a wicked glint in his eyes as he pressed even closer. The heat of his nearly bare skin seeped through the thin fabric of his boxers, mingling with the feverish warmth radiating from Sanemi's clothed body.
"Appropriate? Who cares about appropriate right now?" Giyuu's hands slid up Sanemi's chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "I've seen the way you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention. Like you want to strip me bare and worship every inch of my skin."
He nipped at Sanemi's earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. "Stop fighting it, Sanemi. We both know you want this as much as I do. So why deny ourselves?"A low groan rumbled in Sanemi's chest as Giyuu's words and actions chipped away at his crumbling resolve. The feel of the younger man's hands on his body, the hot press of his breath against his skin, it was all too much. With a sudden burst of movement, Sanemi grabbed Giyuu's wrists, pinning them above his head against the wall. His eyes blazed with a fierce, hungry light as he stared down at the tempting creature before him.
"You're playing with fire, Giyuu," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "If we start this, I won't be able to hold back. I'll take what I want, consequences be damned."Sanemi's grip tightened on Giyuu's wrists, his calloused thumbs rubbing maddening circles on the delicate skin. He leaned in close, his forehead pressing against Giyuu's as he breathed heavily, the heat of his exhales ghosting over the younger man's parted lips.
"I've tried so hard to be good, to maintain my professionalism," Sanemi admitted, his voice low and raw with emotion. "But you make it impossible. Every time I look at you, every time I hear your voice, feel your presence... it ignites something primal inside me. Something I thought I could control, but now..."
He rocked his hips forward slightly, letting Giyuu feel the evidence of his arousal through the confines of his pants. "Now I don't know if I have the strength to keep denying myself."With a swift, powerful motion, Sanemi used his grip on Giyuu's wrists to push the younger man backwards into the bedroom. Giyuu stumbled, off balance, until his back hit the edge of the mattress. Sanemi followed, crowding into his space, his larger frame looming over Giyuu's smaller one.