Dojima was feeling a little more than stressed. He had a pile of paper work in front of him, which had been there are the beginning of the week, and there was little time to focus on anything else. He had promised Nanako that he would be home on time that night but it wasn't look too well at that point.

The door to Dojima's office slowly opened, catching his attention as Adachi slowly walked in. The younger detective had two cups of coffee in hand as he slipped into the room. "Here you go, Dojima-san," Adachi said with a smile. He handed the warm cup to his older partner with the same smile. "I think I got it right this time!"

Dojima muttered a thank you as he took a quick drink. He managed to hide a sour expression; the coffee was nowhere near the way he liked it, but he didn't have the energy to argue. Instead Dojima put the cup down and leaned back in his chair with a heavy sigh.

"Is everything okay sir?" Adachi asked, noticing the change in Dojima's posture.

"Just a little stressed out, Adachi," Dojima responded.

Adachi approached his partner's desk, eyes the paperwork before catching Dojima's eye. "I-I could do some of this for you, if it'll help."

Dojima shook his head and leaned forward. "It's not the paper work. My nephew is coming into town to live with me for a while. I'm not too sure what I'll do with him." He rubbed his neck absentmindedly, noticing how tense the muscles had gotten over the period of a day. "I have room for him but sometimes it's hard enough with just Nanako."

"How old is he?" Adachi asked, taking a drink of his own coffee.

"He's a second year in high school," Dojima responded with a shrug.

Adachi slowly nodded, "He should be able to find a part time job somewhere; it might not be so bad." He watched as Dojima continued to think about the situation and slowly try to massage his own shoulder. Feeling like he had to do something to help, Adachi set down his coffee cup and moved behind the older detective, placing his hands on his shoulders.

"What the…?" Dojima cursed beneath his breath and moved away from Adachi's grasp. "What're you trying to do?"

"W-well it's obvious your shoulders are bothering you," Adachi stammered, "I just thought I could massage them for you…Y'know, so you're not so stressed out and tense."

Adachi slowly put his hands back on Dojima's shoulders, relaxing slightly when the older detective didn't move away. His shoulders were extremely tense but despite the rigid muscles Adachi was slowly able to work through them. Adachi was slight surprised by the tension in Dojima's shoulders but he knew he shouldn't have been; he knew the man's personal history and the fact that he never seemed let go of his troubles.

A low moan escaped Dojima as Adachi slowly moved his hands up to his partner's neck. The younger detective blushed slightly at the sound but continued the massage since it seemed to be working. Much like his shoulder, Dojima's neck was tense and seemed to be rock hard as Adachi began to massage his way through it.

"Wow," Adachi mumbled, "you are tense."

Dojima grunted in response but made no other sound.

As Adachi began to remove his hands, though, the older detective grabbed him by the wrist, holding him tight. Adachi didn't move, his heart racing as Dojima turned his head slightly so he was able to look at him from the corner of his eye. There was something in that look that caused the younger detective to blush and shift his weight nervously from one foot to the other.

There was a sudden knock at the door, breaking the heavy silence in the room. "What is it?" Dojima barked, refusing to break his eye contact with Adachi.

"You have a phone call."

Dojima released Adachi's wrist and turned to his desk to retrieve the phone. The young detective retreated back to his own desk and cradled his coffee cup. He watched Dojima, rather than listen to him, as he spoke to the person on the other end of the conversation. It didn't seem too important because he kept glancing at Adachi, his attention lingering on him more and more as he seemed to consider something. It was making Adachi nervous, to say the least, and rather than contemplate what his partner was contemplating he busied himself with his own work.

The moment the phone call was over Dojima looked at Adachi and watched as he grew uneasy under his gaze. "Would like to join Nanako and me for dinner?"

Adachi looked up in surprise; this wasn't what he had expected. "D-dinner…?"

Dojima rolled his eyes, "Yes and preferably tonight; it's my turn to pick out our meal."

"Sure, Dojima-san," Adachi grinned.

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Nanako had been pleasantly surprised by the dinner guest, rather enjoying Adachi's company thanks to his goofy nature. Their meal wasn't anything special, just instant bowls of ramen, though he had chosen ones at a higher price for the occasion. To make up for the food he bought Nanako a special dessert and than a six pack of Kirin beer for himself and Adachi. Nanako filled most of the conversation with her excitement due to a family member coming to stay with them. She had never met this cousin but she seemed genuinely interested in meeting him.

Dojima placed a beer in front of Adachi as he opened his own and watched Nanako enjoy her dessert. The young detective glanced at his partner but by the look on Dojima's face he knew he shouldn't question the offer, let alone refuse the beer. 'Besides,' Adachi thought, 'it's free!' He popped it open and downed half the bottle in one go. Dojima, on the other hand, seemed to be nursing the beer he had and spent his time conversing with his daughter.

"Okay Nanako," Dojima sighed, "it's time for bed."

Nanako frowned slightly, rubbing at her eyes and then glancing at the clock; sure enough her father was right. She still pouted in response, "Will you tuck me in?"

Dojima smiled slightly, "Of course. C'mon." He put down his beer and picked up Nanako. She would usually refuse to be toted around but in instances like this, she didn't mind being carried. She muttered a goodnight to her father's partner before she was whisked away to her room. Dojima stayed with her until she was ready for bed and tucked her in like she wanted, kissing her softly before leaving and shutting the door behind him.

"I think I should be going myself, Dojima-san." Adachi said the moment his partner appeared on the stairs. He didn't drink too often and he was already beginning to feel the alcohol's effect on him.

"You still have one more beer, Adachi." Dojima replied, holding up the last bottle.

Adachi chuckled, "Nah; why don't you have it, sir?" Dojima didn't respond verbally but he placed the bottle before his partner and sat across from him, holding his own half-finished bottle. Adachi looked at the bottle and then at Dojima. "I-I don't know…"

"Just drink the damn beer," Dojima said harshly. He took a drink of his own, eyeing his partner all the while. Adachi finally caved in and began to slowly drink the beer. Dojima smiled slightly and turned on the TV, flipping it to late night news for some background noise. The two men watched it in silence, but there was nothing extraordinary about what was being a covered, just the same old thing.

The moment the news was over Adachi downed the last bit of his beer and stood up. His head swam slightly from the sudden movement but he stretched with a yawn. "I guess I should head home, Dojima-san," Adachi sighed. "Um, thanks for inviting me over; it was nice." Dojima just snorted in reply and slowly finished his own drink. Adachi took that a sign that he should probably make a quick exit, seeing how his partner seemed rather tired.

Fumbling with his suit jacket Adachi made his way to the door, double checking his pockets to make sure he remembered everything. As he pulled open the door, he noticed Dojima's shadow fall over him. Despite the alcohol coursing through his body he felt a wave of unease and panic creep into his mind. Dojima's hand came down hard on the door, shutting it rather loudly despite the fact that it had barely been opened.

"D-Dojima-san?" Adachi stammered as he turned to face his partner. A hand was quickly clamped down on his mouth, muffling a surprised squeak that escaped him. He looked at Dojima with wide eyes; the two had matched each other in the numbers of drinks they had, yet it seemed like Dojima had been untouched by any form of drunkenness.

"If you wake up Nanako," Dojima hissed, "I swear you'll regret it."

All Adachi could do was nod in response. Even as Dojima lowered his hand from Adachi's mouth the younger detective couldn't help but feel hopelessly trapped. The door was held shut by Dojima's hand, which also had Adachi pressed into the wall. He'd have to talk his way out of this.

'You can do this,' Adachi thought. 'Talk him down…or fight your way out if that fails.' He didn't like the idea of fighting Dojima but that voice in his head just wouldn't shut up.

Adachi opened his mouth to start his protest but he didn't have the opportunity to make a sound. Dojima grabbed his partner's partially undone tie and wound it around his hand before wrenching him forward. Their mouths collided unceremoniously and Dojima took charge as he felt Adachi go rigid in response. The older man had to coax his partner's tongue to respond as he attempted to deepen the kiss, growling slightly in annoyance. A soft moan finally escaped Adachi's throat as he returned the kiss tentatively.

'Stop it you idiot!' Adachi's thoughts screamed. 'This isn't supposed to happen. Turn the tides so you can leave, or at least gain the upper hand.'

Listening to his thoughts Adachi managed to pull away slightly, but they were still so close. "Dojima-san," he whispered, his lips brushing against his partner's. "I d-don't think we should be doing this."

Dojima's eyes seemed to flare with mixed emotions and his cheeks flushed slight. "Shut up, Adachi," he growled.

Adachi swallowed hard; neither of them was moving and Dojima wasn't letting go of his tie. "Why…Why're you doing this?" None of it really made sense. Dojima always kept his emotions in check, except for that temper of his. Still, there hadn't been signs that the older detective was interested in anyone, let alone his own partner. 'Besides,' Adachi's thoughts continued, 'who would've thought that he was into this queer stuff?'

"You started this," Dojima replied, "and I'm gonna make sure it gets finished."

Adachi's thoughts reeled with those words and seemed to grind to a halt. The memories from that afternoon sprang back to life and he felt himself blush in response. He thought the moan he had received from Dojima was just the normal response someone had when they got a massage. 'You turned him on,' Adachi's inner voice laughed.

Those thoughts, though, were squelched as Dojima pulled hard on Adachi's tie and led him to the couch by the neck. The younger of the two let out a strangled breath of surprise, stumbling until Dojima put a hand the back of his neck to keep him steady. Dojima sat down and with a swift tug of his partner's tie, Adachi was on top of him. He kissed him hungrily and a shudder ran through his body as he felt Adachi return it without hesitation.

Slowly Adachi moved, never breaking the kiss as he repositioned himself so that he straddled his partner. The younger detective felt Dojima's grip on his tie loosen before leaving it all together. His inner voice told him to leave, that he had the chance just to bolt…but there was something keeping him there. Adachi slowly admitted to himself that he was enjoying this; he had never thought of being with a man before but his love life was nonexistent and he couldn't deny that Dojima, though a little rough, was a pretty good kisser.

Dojima placed his hands on Adachi's hips, holding him place with a strong grasp. His partner broke the kiss slowly and their eyes met. Adachi was drunk, and he was feeling a little buzzed himself, but Dojima knew that he was aware of what was happening and wasn't trying to stop it. He leaned against the back of the couch and studied his partner for a second, feeling a little unsure of what to do next but he knew that he wanted more.

Adachi shifted around, appearing nervous to his partner but knowing full well that as he shifted he was moving against Dojima's hardening cock. "I-I'm not too sure what you want me to do exactly, Dojima-san," he said. It wasn't all a lie and by the look in Dojima's eyes it appeared that he knew that as well.

Trailing his index finger against Adachi's lips Dojima smiled slightly, "Suck on it."

Once more a slight blush appeared in Adachi's cheeks; he hadn't expected this demand. He parted his lips slightly and let Dojima slip his finger in slowly. The taste of stale tobacco and salt, most likely from their ramen, laced the older man's finger and was an odd mixture in Adachi's mouth. He ran his tongue against his partner's digit, his eyes half lidded as he watched Dojima watch him, the older man biting his lip slightly as he began to pump his finger in and out of Adachi's mouth.

"Do you want more than just that?" Dojima whispered as he slowly pulled his finger away from his partner's warm mouth. He was surprised at the sensation he had received from Adachi sucking his finger but it didn't help that his imagination decided to create a picture show in his mind to coax things along. The weight of Adachi mixed with the tightness of his own pants at the moment didn't help things either.

Adachi finally nodded in response and the finger was removed completely from his mouth. He didn't have much time to wonder what Dojima was going to do; his partner had already pushed him into the couch and was cupping the bulge in his pants tightly. Adachi couldn't help but arch his back slightly and let out a soft moan at the touch. All of this was starting to feel too good and those pesky thoughts had finally disappeared completely to leave him to this vice.

"T-this is a bad idea," Adachi rambled, still trying to claw his way out of his fogged mind. "Stuff like this…it ruins…" He couldn't continue that train of thought as he felt Dojima's other hand tugging at his shirt and running his hand against his stomach. His mouth opened to let out a moan and Dojima slowly began to rub him but once more it was muffled in a kiss. "Sh-shit, Dojima-san," Adachi murmured as their kiss broke.

"Been a while for you too?" Dojima said in a husky voice.

"Y-yeah," Adachi breathed. He wasn't used to being the submissive one in a sexual situation. The times he had relationships he was the aggressor in each encounter and he enjoyed that thrill. Now, though, he was feeling that same thrill of being under Dojima's control. Adachi was feeling more and more out of his element and even though he knew this had to be Dojima's first time with a man it seemed like he knew what he was doing.

As Dojima's hand began to work on his partner's belt the sound of a door opening caused him to freeze, as did Adachi.

"Daddy?"

Dojima cursed beneath his breath as he heard his daughter's voice. "Is everything alright, Nanako?" he asked, trying to keep the sound of his voice even.

"I…I had a bad dream," Nanako replied. "Can I sleep in your bed tonight?"

"Damnit," Dojima muttered. He couldn't deny his daughter the comfort she wanted that moment and he reluctantly pushed himself off the couch. "Yeah…I'll be up there soon." The moment he heard the door to his room open and close, Dojima glanced at Adachi. His partner was sitting, his hands in his lap and a rather serious expression on his face as he stared at the floor, flushed from their activities. "I guess it's time you got going, Adachi."

Adachi's face shot up and it took a moment for that serious expression to melt away to one more familiar. "Um…" He vaguely understood his partner's reasoning but his hormones were on overdrive and neither of them was even close to being satisfied. "What about…"

"I'll see you tomorrow, Adachi." Dojima moved towards the door, trying hard not to look his partner in the face as he hurried away, seeming to be rather flustered and embarrassed. He leaned his forehead against the closed door and sighed heavily. 'What the hell was I just about to do?'