Hibiki sat up in his bed slightly confused, leaning on both of his elbows as he blurrily made out a familiar but unexpected figure in the soft moonlight: Tristan. What the hell are you doing here? He wondered in surprise, as he sat up in full and looked at him.
“I'm sorry.” Tristan mumbled, as he nervously twiddled his fingers. “Do you want me to leave?”
No… Hibiki slowly shook his head, not sure what he wanted exactly, but he knew it wasn't him leaving. Curiously he took in the sight; the soft, greyish moonlight made him look nearly ethereal, hiding every blemish while colouring him pale like porcelain, nearly reflective but invitingly soft. Tristan looked away from his gaze, biting down on his lip as a hue of red played on his cheeks.
Why are you here? He still wondered as he stood up from the bed, glad he hadn't bothered to take off his pants before. He caught Tristan glancing at him, which sent deep, warm tingles through his stomach – and he was pretty sure that his pants hadn't felt so tight before.
“I er…” Tristan started softly, looking up again into his eyes as he tried to find the courage for his words. Hibiki nodded slowly and expectantly, telling him to go on. “I thought you were cute.” Tristan admitted under his breath, and Hibiki watched those sweet words spill over his lips with glee. Emboldened, he smirked and took a step closer.
I'm not the cute one here. Tristan caught his smirk, and blushed again but this time couldn't look away. It just made Hibiki grin devilishly, eager to find out everything that look promised him. The tingles grew heavier, sinking down to the point where he couldn't get away with calling it his stomach anymore. As he took another step closer, ready to untangle every little secret that hid behind those pretty eyes, he wasn't sure if he hadn't already gotten caught up in them. It doesn't matter now… 

In unbridled curiosity, he lifted his fingers toward Tristan's face. He looked at him a little surprised, but didn't move away from his touch. His fingers ran over his cheek, uncanny and cautious at first, but soon he took in more and more. He felt warm, and he couldn't find a single blemish; instead only met with smooth and soft skin.
His eyes traced him, down to the finest details he could find in what little pale light shone in through the windows. He wasn't sure what he wanted to look at more: those soft, grey eyes that were nearly radiant in the dim light, or the lips he traced lightly with his thumb. You're so fucking pretty. He felt his breath get stuck in his chest for just a moment, a tinge of nerves and uncertainty as he leant in and took more from Tristan than he ever had the chance to take from anyone. It felt right; more right than any other stupid decision he'd made in his life.

Their lips met, and for a moment nothing else existed. It was only a gentle touch, but that was enough to set off sparks in his chest. He felt his warmth, a trembling breath spilling over him that betrayed Tristan's need. It encouraged him to take the lead, so he leant in further, no longer gentle but greedy.
Both his hands moved to Tristan's neck, and he could feel a hasty heartbeat; one which he caused to run wild. You're mine now… and he refused to let go of what was his. He played a game of back and forth, giving and taking away so Tristan had to lean in and silently plead. Each time he answered, rewarding him, making sure that he wouldn't even consider leaving.
He felt Tristan's hands drift to his bare chest, his touch far gentler and restrained, shy even. Too shy for his tastes. Instead he gave Tristan's lip a soft bite, teasing him with a playful smirk. Even in the low light he could see that blush return; it stirred some deep, animalistic desire in him, eager to use that vulnerability and take what he could.
One of his hands moved firmly under Tristan's chin, forcing him to look away and expose his neck. His other arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him in tight against him. With his claws sunk in, he decided to have a taste of his catch. He slowly licked up from the bottom of his neck, savouring every sweet reaction he could draw out. The quivering breath, how he stiffened up in his grasp, and the soft, slightly aroused whimper that left him as his tongue drifted over the soft, tender part right below his jaw and ear. He took a deep, long breath, enjoying the long since faded scent of a bright cologne and Tristan's own, specific smell which he found only more enjoyable the longer it lingered. Until he had to breathe it out again, his exhale trembling in excitement and fading into a low, possessive chuckle – hungering for even more. I want a piece of you so fucking bad… with a grin he gave Tristan's ear a  menacing bite.
Tristan glanced down at him as he pulled away again, and even though his body language was still cautious, his eyes and blush belied how aroused he was. But Hibiki didn't want to look up at him, that wasn't how he liked his views. Instead he wrapped both his arms around Tristan's waist, and pulled him over onto the bed. With a light bounce and a surprised little yelp, Tristan landed there sprawled out. Embarrassed, he bit his lip, but Hibiki didn't give him the time to think about such things: he had him exactly where he wanted, moving over him and keeping him right there.

As he placed both hands besides Tristan's head, he felt him try and adjust slightly, but all it did was press against him – a feeling he didn't dislike. With a wide grin he ran a thumb over Tristan's cheek, silently telling him to stay. After a moment of hesitation, Tristan relaxed, resigned to his fate. Hibiki's thumb drifted down to his chin, pulling his mouth open slightly so he could take everything. He gladly gave Tristan his all, feeding a deeper, starved sense with all the lust he could.
Once more he kissed, not softly, not gently; instead he was passionate, fighting the last struggle for total control until he felt Tristan submit. His lips took the kisses from him like taking large bites, as if he wanted to devour him – maybe he really did. His hands grabbed Tristan's hair, holding him still. He took deep, heavy breaths through his nose, unwilling to break the kiss for something stupid like air. Below him he could feel that same lack of air get to Tristan; his hands gripped his shoulders tightly, like how a drowning man clung to salvation. But Hibiki was unrelenting, forcing Tristan to take a few desperate breaths through the kiss, which left him only more exposed to the wicked ways of desire. Ever so curious, Hibiki explored places he knew were far too intimate; but lust made even a dirty kiss taste sweet.
– and then his phone lit up, buzzing loudly on the nightstand while playing the most obnoxious metal song he'd been able to find. Frustrated he grabbed his phone and tried to turn it off, but it didn't work. Again he tried, but the buzzing and music just kept getting louder. Wait… this doesn't make any sense… and how did he get past security? … what am I thinking…?

Hibiki found himself on his back, disoriented for all of a second until he realised that he had been dreaming. With a soft groan he fished up his phone from between the crumpled up sheets. Immediately he was blinded by the display, that sent a biting pain through his head. Let out a yelp, which tapered into a frustrated, pained moan. Through the sheer power of anger, he faced his phone once more to turn his alarm off.
Relieved of the harsh light and noise, he rolled over onto his side to be at peace. He grabbed one of the extra pillows and held it against his chest, but the warm sensation of Tristan's body still lingered in his, even if it had only been his imagination. The cool pillow was a poor replacement.
Why did I dream that… I don't even know him… he wondered rather embarrassed, knowing he had once more objectified Tristan. He felt dirty for thinking in such a way, even if he knew he had little agency in choosing what he dreamt. You're just so pretty,- but that doesn't excuse it… is it even really you, or just something I imagined with your face? If I hadn't woken up I'd have… – fuck, I'm a pervert.
 
He grabbed the pillow, and let out an ashamed, miserable sound into it as he chastised himself for thinking the way he had.

A loud, high pitched whining wouldn't let him wallow in his embarrassment just yet. Dammit Maki… it's not even 7am… another whine told him that just a minute more without food would mean certain starvation for his fuzzy roommate – one apparently afraid of glass stairs, as he found out soon enough once he had rolled out of his bed. When he looked downstairs, he saw the large Akita dog trembling with both paws on the first step but unable to get a hind leg onto it.
At the sight of Hibiki, Maki still wagged a long, curled up tail enthusiastically. With a sharp, two toned whistle on one hand, and a stern gesture of the other, Hibiki commanded Maki to sit. The dog did, front paws still on the glass. He then went downstairs to fix whatever Maki needed.
Even with his hangover and pounding headache, he made sure his dog got all the necessary attention. With both hands he scratched Maki behind the pointy, fluffy ears, like he usually did, causing Maki's tongue to loll out sideways, also as per usual. The sight made him smile widely, before giving Maki a quick hug that was answered with a few small licks on his bare shoulder.
When he pulled back, he made a simplified gesture and at the same time whistled using only his mouth in a questioning, rising and falling intonation.

'Food?’

Immediately Maki's tail-wagging got even more intense, all the while panting and drooling onto the floor. Hibiki held up two hands to say it was okay and to tone it down, before raising one hand and giving a quick, sharp whistle. As he stood up and went to the kitchen, so did Maki, trotting past him towards the food bowl.

Once Maki had been provided for, Hibiki had gone back upstairs to throw on some clothes. He put on a plain, loose falling T-shirt, black sweat pants and a black zip-up hoodie. He had exchanged his contact lenses for big, black rimmed glasses, realising a little too late that he shouldn't have slept with them in, but there was nothing he could do about it now other than give his eyes some rest by wearing glasses.
Still on bare feet, he settled down for his own breakfast at the kitchen counter; cereal with fresh milk. He took slow bites, not in any hurry – unlike Maki who had devoured the wet food within a minute and was now looking up at him as if wondering why there was no food.
You ate it all you dumbass, he thought to himself as he took another bite of cereal and settled in to watch the dawn slowly crawl up from behind the hills in the distance. He could see the world come to life, a few golden lights already on in the distance. Here and there traffic started up, but on a Sunday morning those were merely lone lights darting through the darkness.
With the half eaten bowl of cereal still in his hand, he walked up to one of the large windows and slid it open to the side. A second pane of waist-height glass behind it functioned as a barrier. Immediately a soft but chill breeze caught his hair, and the crisp, slightly wet cold woke him up in full. From down below the sound of a few birds chirping the last song of the season reached him.
A buzz in his pocket disturbed his slightly hungover morning, and he put his cereal down on the kitchen island for a moment to see it was Kazuo messaging him.
「I’ve arrived」
「You can come upstairs, I'll open the door.」

Punctual as usual, Kazuo was there a few minutes before seven, and significantly less refreshed from those few hours sleep than he had been. He had exchanged the dress suit for a track suit, which looked very out of place on him. He didn't appear too eager to join Hibiki for his morning workout, despite Maki's eager greeting that consisted of bumping against his legs.
「How far are we going to run?」
Hibiki held up both hands with all fingers outstretched.
「10k?! I can't do that.」

'We'll go slow. It’ll be good for you.’

Hibiki signed with a shrug, well aware of Kazuo's smoker's lungs and atrocious state of fitness.

'If Maki can do it, so can you.’

「But Maki's a dog!」
With a raise of his eyebrow and a loose, uncaring shrug, Hibiki brushed off that comment.

'It’s only once, so I know the route.’

He signed back at Kazuo, who reluctantly agreed to his run-filled fate, knowing well enough that his job also entailed this and he really had no choice. With a sigh he straightened his back and decided that the least he could do was try and look honourable before he died.
「Do I have to bring anything with?」

'Just the water bottles and Maki's bowl’

Hibiki signed, gesturing towards the kitchen. While Kazuo left, he whistled shortly to get Maki's undivided attention and then gave another short sign.

‘Walk.’

He added a low, single tone whistle to signify it was a command, not a question. Immediately Maki trotted up to the front door, sitting pretty with a wildly wagging tail. Hibiki smiled and walked up, then took the leash and collar and secured it tightly even though Maki was trained well enough to stick beside him. He gave the happy dog another good scratch, using both his hands to rub his fluffy face at the same time.
A moment later Kazuo joined again, now wearing a backpack with two water bottles on the sides. Hibiki stood up and grinned, not in the slightest deterred by how awful Kazuo would do. If anything a sadistic streak in him took pleasure in knowing that no matter how horrible his times would be from then on, it would always be better than Kazuo's.

'let's go.’