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“And you are sure you don’t need my help with that???”
“For the last time, please keep your voice down! You are waking everybody!” The blonde hissed, hushing his partner yet again.
“Right, sorry..” Delmon muttered, trying his hardest to actually keep quiet. Satisfied with that, Tamsy forced a little smile. “Yes, I am sure about that, Delmon. Thank you very much.”
“Alright, then I will take my leave!” The man whisper-yelled, and much to Tansy's delight, finally left him alone.
As soon as the bathroom door fell shut, he let out a long sigh, smile falling. Instead, he focussed back on himself in the mirror. Delmon was a good man and reliable work partner, but he did test Tansy's patience more often than not.
The man looked at the clock hanging above the door. Now all he had to do was wait, how terrible.
Tamsy liked to think of himself as a patient man, but even he could not deny the effects that boredom had on him. His eyes roamed over his reflection in the fogged mirror, looking for literally anything he could nitpick on right now.
Maybe the lower side of his hair that was currently wrapped in foil, freshly dyed a deep navy color since it had started to fade again recently? Nah. Packed neatly. Nothing to nitpick about.
It didn't even stain anywhere this time, probably because he had been extra careful - he had to, after what happened last time in his own room. He was still livid at himself about that, so much that he didn't even bother putting on a shirt at all.
He let a thin finger run down the scarred tissue on his chest, from his collar bone to his abdomen. As expected, there was no sensation at all - the nerve endings had all but burned on those parts. How annoying. At least one of the perks of dying his hair deep in the night was that no one would try to pry about how he had gotten them. Delmon was a good guy - he knew Tamsy didnt wanna talk about it. Sadly, the same couldn't be said about most of the Cleaners in HQ.
Finding nothing to nitpick, the man let out another exaggerated sigh before moving away from the mirror and sink to the shower cubicles to get one of the bath stools, returning to his previous spot to sit down. He spared another glance at the clock. That hadn't even taken five minutes. He normally let his hair sit for over an hour for the best results, and he couldn't just leave to get something like a book from his room because the cold would kill him.
The shared bathroom area was perfectly heated, one of the few areas actually that got regular heat.
Tamsy closed his eyes, mind desperately searching for a distraction. Something to zone out to. He tilted his head back, leaning against the damp tiles. Hm. He could think about his trip to the sphere that he is gonna take soon, make sure everything is thought out properly. But nah. Going over the plan for the hundredth time would be boring.
‘But think about the face the kid’s gonna make when you kill Regto!’
He could… He could indeed… His inner self was full of good ideas.
Rudo, wasn't it? It will be a wonderful day indeed! Tamsy had waited for it forever, his act of love… But no! No self indulgence yet!
He scolded inner Tamsy for even suggesting it, giving him a mental slap across the head. No self indulgence until his sword sticks out of that old man's chest.
Instead his mind wandered through the concert tomorrow - the one he was re-dying his hair for in the first place.
It was rare that all four members of The Angelz met, and if he was being honest, Tamsy was never initiating those meetings either.
He was simply going where he was being told once he was called up - which was approximately once in a blue moon - to make some kickass music, enjoy some drinks and get his dick sucked by some stupid hunk he will never see again.
He enjoyed the anonymity of those gigs a lot, it distracted him momentarily from his plans and duties as a cleaner and-
‘And we havent been getting laid in fucking forever!’
His alter ego was right, Tamsy had to admit. He had been so focussed on Regto and that stupid book and his stupid duties in that fuckass palace that he needed this more than anything. Just some big stupid guy, kneeling in front of him, getting his face and throat fucked by Tamsy.
The blonde hummed at that thought, and as if on command, felt a twitch in his boxers. Heat was starting to seep into his abdomen, not yet forming a demand. More like a suggestion. Offering a distraction for the time being.
Tamsy glanced at the clock again. What were the chances of anyone showering here, really? Everyone living in HQ had their own adjacent bathroom in their rooms, the communal area was for showering and bathing only. The only reasons Tamsy was here was because of the huge ass mirror in front of the sink, and because he was too lazy to use his smaller sink to get rid of the endless amounts of dye in the lower part of his hair.
His left hand slowly reached down over his oversized pants, roughly cupping his junk before giving it a few lazy strokes. So really, who would come in here?
He let out a tiny groan, closing his eyes again before leaning back. Yeah, maybe he just needed that.
He continued grabbing his dick, feeling the fabric of his boxers dragging over the sensitive shaft and causing sparks of pleasure zapping through his groin. Yet, it wasn't enough. But that's what Tamsy liked. So he resisted the urge of skipping to jerking off right there, instead teasing his dick to his heart's fullest content. He wasn't a brute after all - he fully intended to enjoy himself. As a little treat before the real lay.
He let out a quiet moan after dragging the fabric over his dick again and again, feeling it becoming fully hard after just a couple strokes. When the boxers caught one of his piercings in a very specific angle after he gripped a little too hard, tiny white sparks danced around his eyes. Fuck, had it really been that long already?
He let out a breathy laugh hunching over to dig his heels into the tiled floor. Looks like he had to get down to business a little quicker after all. Even though the thought of finishing in his pants was somehow appealing, he much more preferred making others finish that way.
Without hesitation he pulled his pants and boxers down ever so slightly, pulling out his dick instead. Just in case. It immediately stood against his stomach, even if it wasn't much. Tamsy wasn't exactly packing down there, but he was long past the point of caring.
The three jacobs ladder piercings were glistening in the sterile bathroom light and a little pre was already pooling at his tip. Tamsy lazily swept a thumb over it, smearing the precum over his hand and using it essentially as the tiniest bit of lube.
“Fuuuck..” He gasped under his breath, slowly starting to move his hand up and down. Getting the piercings was one of the best investments he ever made. The sensation of them clinging onto the palm of his hand or the insides of really anyone was nothing short of breathtaking, almost overwhelming.
“Mhnnn, fuuuuck, fuckk..” He was slowly picking up speed, meeting his hand halfway by thrusting up.
His chest was heaving, breathing becoming shallow as he gripped his dick tighter and tighter. “More! More!” He babbled to no one specific but himself, pelvis thrusting up harder and harder to the point he had to stabilize himself against the wall with his free hand to not fall off that stupid chair. He was so close. So fucking close.
The chair was scraping against the tiles with an awful screech as his heels dug into the floor, so so close- before he heard it. People coming down the hall. What the actual fuck.
His eyes snapped open as his hand stopped immediately, but his dick didn't. He let out a choking moan, barely held back by him biting down on his lip as harsh as possible. His cock twitched pathetically, and instead of the blissful relief washing over him, it ended with his load sadly dribbling down the underside of his cock.
Tamsy scowled, eyebrows scrunching together furiously over the ruined orgasm. But he didn't have time to dwell - he barely had time to pull up his pants and sit back down on the chair before the bathroom door swung open and- oh gods above are you serious?
Three whole ass cleaners came in, an obviously drunk out of his ass Enjin, flanked by both Gris and Semiu holding the blonde up. “Okay- easy there man- oh, hi Tamsy!” Gris was the first one to notice him, and Tamsy was doing his hardest to put on a normal face. “We didn't wake ya, did we?” Sleep. Yes. Let's go with that.
Tamsy scrunched up his eyes ever so slightly, immediately appearing more tired as he gave them a little smile. “No, no, not at all! I must have fallen asleep a little without meaning to.” He assured them, ignoring Semius raised brow. Instead, he tried to turn the conversation towards the blonde elephant in the room. “What is up with him then, hm?”
“Drunk, obviously.” Semiu explained sharply, obviously done with Enjin's bullshit. But weren't they all? “What were you doing here?” Her gaze ran down his exposed, slightly hunched over figure. Not checking him out. Fixated on his scars. He didn't like that. Yet, he easily played it off with another smile of his.
“Dying my hair, obviously! I prefer doing such things at night since usually there are no… Well, distractions.” He said the last bit with obvious sarcasm in his voice, causing the woman to chuckle before she and Gris finally pulled Enjin into one of the last two cubicles in the back. The ones with the toilets.
Seconds later, the sound of Enjin retching violently could be heard all through HQ.
“Wait, so you mean to tell me this isn't your natural hair??” Another voice shouted from the hallway, drawing Tansy's attention. There was a young girl with burning red hair apparently too shy - or rather too disinterested - to actually come in. One of Enjin's pet projects, what was her name again? Riyo, right.
Tamsy displayed another smile, followed by a perfectly curated laugh. “What, did you think I actually had blue hair?”
Riyo shrugged, obviously wanting to get closer but deciding not to. Good. Tamsy didn't like other people touching his hair, but he wasn't about to fight a child over it. “Mhmm, I dont know- Blue hair would be giga rad tho!”
Giga- what? Tamsy blinked but quickly caught himself before showing any signs of irritation. “Mhmm, I guess it would.” He mused before another retch came from the toilets.
“Sphere be damned..” He heard Semiu mutter before she clicked her tongue disapprovingly. “Gris, can you handle this? I oughta go back to that damn report.” The supporter mumbled back something incoherent, obviously displeased, yet a few moments later Semiu emerged from the back.
She had dark rings under her eyes and was obviously annoyed. For a second Tamsy hoped she would just strut past him, but apparently everyone was feeling social tonight.
“I am so sorry to ask this of you, but can ya help Gris later?” Tamsy could swear he felt his eye twitch. “Of course! Everyone has nights like this after all.” He mentally cringed at himself at how sweet his voice was, but that seemed to calm the woman. She sighed, leaning against the sink.
“Ya a damn angel..” She groaned, pinching the top of her nose bridge before looking at him. Not her usual, calculating look as if she wanted to look through him. No. Simply looked at him.
“Another gig?” Tamsy nodded.
“Where?”
But before he could answer, Riyo had finally made her way into the bathroom, getting uncomfortably close to his chair, staring at him with wide eyes. Funnily enough, even while sitting down he was barely looking up. “Wait, you are in a band??”
The blonde still couldn't tell whether she was annoying him on purpose or if she just was that way, but it irritated him nonetheless. But he would rather die than show any of that. Instead, he slightly adjusted his position to sit up straighter, legs crossed on the stool and hands on his knees.
“Yeah, we play sometimes when all of us have time. It is really nothing big, just to have a little fun sometimes!” His voice was warm, smile never once wavering as he desperately hoped she would get the hint. Spoiler, she did not.
“That is so cool, I would have never guessed! What genre do you guys play in?” He opened his mouth to answer, but Semiu already cut in. “Metal. And don't let that guy fool you, they are damn good. He told me he just doesn't like talking about it in fear of looking anything but perfect.”
“Oh so you do remember that.” He threw at her as neutrally as possible, earning a smug grin. He raised an eyebrow. Ah, so she was drunk as well. Makes sense. Especially with the angel comment.
“Can I come?” The ginger piped up again, suddenly looking at him with big puppy eyes. “Pleaseeeeee!!”
No. No fucking way. He didnt wanna babysit a fucking kid! This is not what he signed up for! This was Enjin's pet project, leave him out of this!
He was about to politely decline, but much to his delight - and dismay, since he was cut off again, Semiu had her two cents to add.
“Nah ah. No way. Only because Enjin-” She spat out his name with such disgust that Tamsy had to suppress a giggle “- gets shitfaced in random bars at random gigs doesn't mean you have to follow in his footsteps!”
“But I dont wanna get drunkkkk I just want to listen to cool music!”
“In a club full of drinking adults, sure.” The woman scolded her, to which Riyo crossed her arms, playfully pouting. “I can take care of myself…”
The secretary's face softened as she let out an amused sigh, putting a hand on Riyo's shoulder. “Im sure you can, but by the gods at least wait till you are 18 to go to bars, okay?” She said it in such an empathic yet stern tone that there was no room for discussion. Tamsy was impressed.
“You heard the lady~” The blonde hummed, happy with how the crisis was averted.
“O-kay…” It was obvious that Riyo wasn't happy about it, but there was no arguing with Semiu. Luckily, Gris emerged from the back as well before she could argue any further. He looked even more done now, hair messy and eyes almost falling shut.
“He is good to hold up on his own now, puked up pretty much everything there was, that bastard.” He dragged a hand over his face before cupping his own cheek. “Tamsy, I know we ask a lot of you tonight but could you maybe make sure he gets to bed later? I have a mission in the morning and really gotta get at least four hours in.” And of course, Tamsy couldn't decline once again.
“Fuck, I seriously owe you man! Good night!”
Damn right he did. They all did! They were so lucky the Cleaners were part of his plan, or else he would have made some excuse and dipped long ago - dye or not.
After that, stuff wrapped up pretty quickly. With Gris leaving, it was only a matter of time till Semiu hushed Riyo to bed as well. She initially wanted to stay, like a dog loyal to its savior (or whatever happened between her and Enjin, Tamsy really couldn't care less), but one stern look from Semiu got her to leave with her.
After the door fell shut again, it was like a switch flipped. Fucking finally. This was literal fucking torture - not only because of his ruined orgasm. He groaned, clearly annoyed as he buried his face in his hands. He just wanted to dye his hair, man…
The blonde looked at the clock again. At least the whole disaster had caused time to pass faster. He stood up from the stool, grabbing his towel and ignoring the weird dried sensation in his boxers to finally, finally wash out his hair- but then he heard it.
“Tamsyyy….”
It came echoing from the back, and Tamsy almost crashed out. Gripping the towel, he had to physically stop himself from kicking the tiled wall.
“Tamsyyyyyy-” It echoed again, in Enjin's annoying, high pitched voice he always used when he wanted something - or was just drunk out of his mind apparently.
Tamsy took a deep breath before exhaling again. Then he repeated the process. Then again. And again. Standard procedure when dealing with Enjin at this point. This was gonna be over one day. He just had to get through it until then. He sharply exhaled again, visibly calmer now as he approached the back stalls.
This night was far from over.