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Too Rough

AO3

Ship: Solomon/Asmo

Word Count: 3030

Warnings: Gun violence, Blood, Mentions of surgery

A/N: Hi! So I was super excited to write this! If you haven't checked out @lefthanddraws (@requiem-for-the-left-hand) yakuza!au on Twitter, go check it out! I love their art so much and this au had a firm grip on me, I love it! Please, do yourself a favor and go look at their art! Comments are appreciated!

A night in the red light district was just what the doctor ordered, quite literally actually. Solomon had long forgotten what was in his glass, what he did know was that it was doing its job. Any edge he had felt when he first came was long gone, and the long slender arms snaking their way down his chest were certainly helping.

“Guess who,” Asmo’s voice was so pretty in his ear, and he was so warm, just like summer melting away winter’s cold grasp. What Solomon wouldn’t give to just have him for a day and relish in caressing his soft skin.

He smiled as those wonderfully sharp nails played with what was exposed of his chest. He loved it when he was close. Turning his head, Solomon took in a deep breath. “You smell wonderful. Is this a new perfume? And this,” he tugged on the fabric of his sleeve, “This is definitely new. It’s so soft, I like it, and it looks beautiful on you.”

“You haven’t even looked at me yet.”

“Don’t have to. Everything looks beautiful on you.”

If Asmo decided to wear nothing but a trash bag, he would still outshine anyone who came close to him. Of course he would never do such a thing, not ever. But Solomon still knew he was right. He wouldn’t take any criticism on it. Anyone who said otherwise would end up on his table, and they might not leave.

“Good answer.”

Solomon felt his eyes flutter as those nails trailed up his chest and chin. Asmo always left him begging for more. His touches lingered long after he was gone, teasing the edges of his mind, and he always came back. Asmo wasn’t someone you could just walk away from, at least not in Solomon’s experience. Ever since he first laid eyes on him he wanted him, he knew he was something wonderful, and the more time he spent with him the more his thoughts were proven true.

Turning around in his chair, he leaned forward, drink still in hand. Asmodeus did look stunning tonight. Solomon knew he was staring, he didn’t care if he was staring, all he wanted to do was take in the breathtaking image before him. The whistle that left his lips was involuntary, but he wouldn’t take it back even if he had been sober. “I wasn’t aware you were going to be working tonight. But I must be one lucky man since you showed up,” he tipped his glass forward. Whatever still remained in his cup had been dangerously close to spilling out and onto the floor.

Asmo took the glass from him and downed the rest himself. How could one man be so attractive? So. Incredibly. Attractive.

Setting the now empty glass on the counter, he wiped any remaining droplets off his bottom lip with his thumb. Although, Solomon would have preferred if he’d been the one to remove them. With his mouth, preferably, if Asmo would allow him to. His sober mind would hate the thought of asking Asmo if he could do that, but he wanted to ask Asmo if he could do that.

Asmodeus ran his fingers through Solomon's hair just right, making his lean into his touch. He loved it when he played with his hair. The only thing he liked more was when he grabbed it instead.

"How many drinks have you had tonight Doctor?"

"Just enough to be ready to meet you."

He adored the way Asmo laughed. It was so pretty and light and addictive. He liked it when he laughed.

"Then shall we get started?" he asked, pulling away and motioning for Solomon to follow. And oh follow he did. When it came to Asmodeus, Solomon became a lost puppy after a few shots in him. He was willing to do anything he said. It had very little to do with the fact that Asmodeus was a yakuza and a patriarch and all to do with the fact that he was Asmodeus.

What was it going to be today? Massages? Private dances? A little more in the back rooms? All of the above? His head was spinning with all the wonderful ideas that Asmo might have in store for him!

He quickened his pace as soon as the music and the business of the crowd became a distant memory. His hands found Asmo's hips easily, stopping him in his tracks. "And what would I owe you for tonight?"

Asmo smiled, squeezing Solomon's hands in his own, "You know I only take one form of payment from you darling."

Asmo gave him the signal. He gave Solomon all the go ahead he needed to. He craned his neck forward and kissed him. They were little kisses at first, but they quickly progressed to more, and before Solomon knew it, Asmo slipped a finger into his choker and was pulling him into a room.

Now Solomon liked being in control, but he certainly didn't mind handing it over when Asmo got like this. The next thing he knew he was being sat down and positioned so he was staring at Asmo. The shoulders of his outfit had fallen, exposing more of his shoulders and chest, his lips were now red and swollen, and that look in his eye….

That look had Solomon shuddering in anticipation. All he could do was hold his breath when Asmo sat down on his lap. No matter how many times they did their little dance with each other it always felt like the first time. It was always exciting. Always had that familiar feeling bubbling up in his chest. His fingers absentmindedly reached up to caress along his cheek and neck, travelling down to trace the tattoo on his chest.

Asmodeus smiled at him, "See something you like, Doctor?"

"Always

He didn't know when he'd been pushed on his back. He hadn't even realized it had happened until Asmo stopped. He pressed a finger to Solomon's lips. He was listening. As quick as he came, he was off of Solomon and walking towards one of the other rooms, and in true fashion Solomon wasn't too far behind him. Without a second thought he opened the door and offered a polite smile to everyone inside. But Solomon knew better. There was nothing kind about that smile.

"Sweetness? Is everything okay?" he asked, looking at the girl in the room before she could answer, Asmo was pointing out, "Why don't you go take a break? You can use some of my things if you'd like, I brought snacks with me."

The girl didn't even have a chance to respond, running past Asmo and back into the club. Solomon couldn't help but notice the terror in her eyes as she ran past.

"Didn't I kick you boys out of one of my other clubs last week for being too rough with my little darlings? We do have rules here you know, or have you forgotten already?" he stepped closer meeting one of the other men in the room who stood to meet him.

"Do you think we give two shits about whores like you?"

Solomon didn't have time to process what happened next. He saw the flash of the knife on Asmodeus' thigh and the next thing he knew, the man was on the ground, blood pouring from the long slash on his neck. They must not have known who they were dealing with, nor the danger they had put themselves in front of. If they did, they wouldn't have been repeat offenders, and the dead bastard on the ground certainly wouldn't have spoken to him in that tone.

"Whores like me?" Asmodeus scoffed, "Please enlighten me. Tell me how you're any different from any of us when you pay for our services? Or do you just call us names to feel some sort of moral superiority over us?"

No longer was his voice light and sweet, it had now morphed into something monstrous, something angry. In his personal opinion, both sides of Asmodeus were equally wonderful. Perhaps it was the most appropriate time to be fixated on him, but Solomon simply couldn't help himself. Besides, Asmo would surely need help cleaning up later

"I gave you a chance and you spit on my generosity anyways. But you won't be a problem anymore now will you?"

Would it be possible to ask him to speak like that more often?

Asmo was already on them and Solomon dared to step into the room, placing himself in the corner. He wanted to watch him work even if it was brutal. He was beautiful even like this, slashing and slicing away at the poor souls that had enquired his wrath. They were so preoccupied with him that they completely forgot about Solomon who was in the corner.

But it seemed he was so entranced in Asmodeus' movements that it seemed that he had overlooked details of his own. That sharp bang through him for a loop. It wasn't until after Asmodeus stiffened and fell with a yelp did he start to process the situation and the smoke curling up from the gun, trembling in the goon's hand.

"What the fuck did you just do? Are you crazy?" the first man hissed, letting Asmo drop to the floor with a thud.

"He was crazy! What was I supposed to do?"

"I don't know, but move it! And get rid of that thing!"

Solomon barely had enough time to grab at their clothing before they were gone. Asmo was shaking, clutching his side and forcing himself to stand. "I'm going to tear their throats out. Slice them up so tiny that even if anyone did find them they wouldn't be recognizable," Asmo hissed. His teeth were clenched together tightly. Solomon was already by his side. He'd sobered up quite quickly the second the gun went off.

"Alright, come on, let's get you to the clinic."

"I don't need to go to the clinic. I need to chase them down," A strangled noise left him as soon as he tried to move, slumping over into Solomon, teeth digging into his bottom lip so hard that Solomon was surprised they weren’t bleeding.

"I don't think you're in any shape to be doing that. Do you?"

Asmodeus was stewing, he looked like he craved nothing more than bloodshed, and Solomon couldn’t blame him. Silently, his eyes shifted from Solomon to the corpse on the floor, "Get someone to get rid of the body."

***

Carrying Asmo back to the clinic hadn't been nearly as bad as he thought it would be, nor was setting him down on the table, even if Asmo flinched. No, the hard part was making sure he stayed awake on the way to the clinic. Solomon would prefer to have a conscious patient rather than an unconscious one. At least if Asmo was awake, he knew he was still alive.

He set his tools up in neat little rows in the order he thought he would most likely use them in before stripping Asmo down to get a better look at what he was dealing with. It certainly wasn’t as bad as it could be, he’d seen worse, but it still wasn’t pretty. Unfortunately for Asmo, Solomon didn’t see any signs of an exit wound. Which meant that he’d have to go digging around to get the bullet out. Not something that he hadn’t done before, it wasn’t common, but he had experience. It was just a pain. Well, more of a pain for Asmo, for Solomon it would be more frustrating if he couldn’t get a good grip, especially when he wasn’t sure how deep it was yet.

"I can't believe I'm on your table."

“I thought you liked when we played doctor.”

“You play too rough, darling.”

Solomon chuckled and then shoved a little piece of cloth into Asmo's mouth, "You're going to want to bite down before I start."

Asmo barely had time to question before Solomon was making his first incision. He jolted, letting out one of the worst cries Solomon had ever heard leave his mouth.

"Ah. Shit. Pain relievers. Sorry."

Solomon chuckled nervously, feeling Asmo's eyes boring into his back as he searched his shelves. It wasn’t the first time he’d forgotten when he was focused on surgery, and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last time either.

It took him longer than he would have liked to remove the bullet. He’d been close to just leaving the damned thing in there a few times. But once he was able to clean and stitch up the wound he felt much better.

"Does this hurt?" Solomon asked for the third time, pressing down yet again on his abdomen.

"No," Asmodeus repeated once more.

"Well, the good news is that I don't think it damaged any of your organs, but I still want to keep an eye on you for a few days."

"Don't you always want to keep an eye on me?"

Solomon chuckled and held up his hands in mock surrender, "Guilty as charged. I do wish I could have you on my table more often, but maybe under less severe circumstances."

Asmo rolled his eyes before looking down. "The bastards ruined my new pretty things. I'll have to make them suffer twice as much now. Maybe even thrice as much," he met Solomon's gaze with a smile, "They interrupted before I could give you what you came for, didn't they, Doctor?"

Solomon felt his cheeks heat up and immediately dropped his head to kiss and nip at Asmo's neck. At least he could hide how red he was this way.

"My my Doctor! Isn't this malpractice? Pouncing on your patient in such a way."

"My practise. I can do what I want," he murmured. Then he raised his head and attempted to meet Asmo's gaze, "And I do want to keep an eye on my patient. You know, make sure your stitches are okay and other medical stuff. So what do you think? Takeout in my apartment? I have a couch that can fit two."

Solomon wasn't sure how to read the look he received. It didn't make him feel great, but he didn't feel terrible either. "Solomon, don't you think we're a little past wining and dining?"

"Well I never said anything about wine," he chuckled, "Why? Did we skip a few steps?"

"More than a few."

“Then why don’t we go back and fill in what we missed?”

Solomon couldn’t help himself. He leaned and kissed lips. The scene probably wasn’t as pretty as it felt, not with all the blood anyways. These were more gentle than what they'd been sharing in the club and Solomon loved them just as much. In fact, he had half a mind to crawl up on the table to join him.

Until the door slammed open that was.

Both of their heads turned to face the door only to see Mammon standing in the doorway, looking a little worse for wear and gawking.

"You know what?" Mammon started, "Never mind. I'll just bleed out over here, that's totally fine with me."

***

It was a few days until Solomon saw him again. He knew Asmodeus was resting, but that didn't mean he missed him any less. However their next encounter was a bit of a surprise.

Solomon was sitting in his clinic, playing with chemicals who's labels had long been worn away. That was when an ever familiar hand stroken along his chest and shoulders.

"Hello again Doctor," the sweet melodic voice filled his senses once again, bringing him to ease. It was a siren's song, one which he'd follow all the way down to the depths of hell.

"Hello to you too Asmodeus, stitches holding up well?" he turned just in time to watch the graceful figure before him plop down onto his table.

"Wonderfully, although I do have a complaint. I didn't heal fast enough."

"Your brothers got to those sorry saps before you could?"

"Unfortunately. And it's not fair! I should've been the one there to enjoy watching the life leave their eyes. But that's brothers for you I suppose."

Solomon chuckled and came closer, "I'm sorry to hear that. So what brings you in today? Another scrap?"

"You said you wanted to see me on your table more."

Despite their history together, Solomon still felt his mouth go dry, "I suppose I did say that didn't I?"

"That's not all," Asmodeus continued, "A certain man also said he wanted to take me to dinner. Take out in his apartment I believe? Or has that offer left with the alcohol Solomon?"

All words had left him at that moment. Maybe he should stop playing with unmarked bottles, he couldn't tell if he was hallucinating or not. It was quite a lovely hallucination if he was. Asmodeus looked gorgeous.

"Well? Are you free tonight Solomon?"

"Yes!" the words came out quicker than he would have liked, "Yes, I'm free."

"Good! I am too," Asmodeus poked his nose with a giggled, "I'll let you think about plans till then and meet you here when you close up for the night."

He hopped off the table as gracefully as ever and made his way to the door, "Oh and, remember to close your mouth darling, you'll catch flies."

And then he was gone.

Just like that.

Coming back to his senses much giddier than before, Solomon cleared his desk of anything he had been working on before this encounter. After all, he had plans to make and things to clean. For the rest of the day, pretty pictures of Asmodeus filled his head.

He couldn't wait to have him in his arms as they laid on his couch together. Unlike when he played doctor, Solomon swore to himself that he wouldn't be too rough with Asmodeus. All he wanted to do was hold him and feel his hands in his hair long after the sun disappeared.

And maybe, just maybe, he could convince him to stay into the next day.

Now that would certainly be a dream come true, wouldn't it?

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