Muichiro Tokito was the most adorable and innocent car manufacturer Genya has ever had the pleasure to lay his eyes on.

Honestly when he came to the shop to get his car checked after yet another race he didn't expect to see a new face around. Not that he minded, because looking at him was like looking at an angel. His hair, his eyes and that figure. Everything about him left Genya standing there still, his eyes and mouth wide open.
If it wasn't for Gyomei, who came over to him to help him with his car, he would've probably made a fool of himself that first time they met.

So after each race and each check up, he got to know Muichiro better and better. They started with short greetings and smalltalk. Which later evolved into longer conversations and now even a close friendship - if Genya dared to say.

What no one, not even Muichiro himself could deny, was that he was a big-calm- fluffball, with immense strength. Normally you'd imagine car manufacturers, especially those involved with racers, to be more messy, loud and wild. But Muichiro was none of these things.

At least that's what Genya believed. He only new the man for a few weeks after all.

"Say Mui, would you go to a race with me?"

"A race?" Muichiro looks up from the engine of Genya's car and right into the man's eyes.

"Yeah...as my company?"

Muichiro stares into his face as if he was searching for a hidden meaning behind this invitation. Genya would be lying if there wasn't, but he wouldn't dare to admit that he did it to get closer to the younger outside from the shop and his mentors and family.

Just the two of them.

"So you can show me off as your unofficial fling?" Muichiro finally replies, his face blank.

Genya blinks. "Of course not! I thought of it like a getting to know each other more! haha yeah....that." He puts both of his hands into his jeans pockets and looks away, his cheeks heating up.

This doesn't happen usually. Genya isn't easily flustered, he was in his teens, but not anymore. Hell, he's the one who get's people to blush instantly, but it's different with Muichiro. He gets all nervous around him.

Muichiro laughs shortly. "I was joking Genya, don't worry and…", he looked Genya up and down, almost as if he was checking him out. Surely that was just Genya's mind playing tricks on him.
"A date with the mighty demon hmmm?" Muichiro's smile is the same as always, but the glint in his eyes and the tone in his voice tell a whole different story. "I wouldn't dream to say no."

Genya lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding and grins like he's never done before.
"A date it is. I can pick you up and-.."

"No." Apparently Genya's expressions give his thoughts away, so Muichiro ads immediately. "What I meant is, I'll find the way myself, no need to get me. We'll meet there, right? Just send me the place and the time."

Genya furrows his brows. "Are you sure? I wouldn't mind getting you there."

Muichiro shakes his head. "Really, I can take care of myself, no need to worry."

"That's not it-"

"No. It's fine." Muichiro closes the car's cowling and dries his hands on the cloth he keeps hanging out of his pockets, "I'll see you there then? I still have a bit of work to do."

Genya follows his hand movement and gulps. "Uhhh right, I won't hold you back anymore." He takes the keys of his car Muichiro is holding out for him and stands there a bit awkwardly. "I'll tell you the details later then?"

"Sure." Muichiro says smiling.

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Genya was waiting for Muichiro in between a crowd of racers. His hair was falling around his shoulders, his mohawk wasn't styled differently then most days but he did let his friend's sister, Nezuko dye the ends of his black hair yellow. He was wearing black ripped jeans and a simple purple shirt and a silver necklace that his little sister Sumi made for him on his 16th birthday years ago. His leather jacket was lying on the backseat of his car.

Genya leaned against his violett Camaro with both his hands and watched the people with a concentrated gaze. He hadn't heard of today's opponent before and it didn't seem like they were there yet. Almost as if they were mocking him. That's not his main bother though, he cared more about Muichiro finding his way here and not backing out at the last minute, like he feared.

Genya sighed and hung his head low. He wouldn't be surprised if Muichiro wouldn't come at all. He might be working with cars all day long, but that doesn't mean he's interested in racing.

Or maybe he just isn't interested in Genya?

The longer he thinks about it, the worse his speculations get.

Genya jumps when he feels a hand on his shoulder and lets out a sigh as his eyes meet those of his best friend Kanao.

"Still not here?" she asks with a soft voice, making herself comfortable next to Genya. He shakes his head, which is enough for her to understand.

"Your today's opponent hasn't given us the pleasure of showing their face here either." She pokes Genya into his side as she sees his darkening expression. She lowers her voice and chuckles. "You're making a face as if they took your date away from you."

Genya shoots her a look. He appreciates that she is finding her voice again after meeting their good friend Tanjiro and his friends but this wasn't helping him.

Kanao laughs, which is a rare thing in public.
She pats him on his shoulder and pushes herself up. "Alright prince charming, I'll be going back to the others, I just wanted to check on you. If you need-..."

"Anything I'll be there, yes… Yes, I know. Thanks." He waves his hand around himself and tells her to shoo-off already.

Kanao rolls her eyes and fixes the butterfly clip in her hair she wears to make herself feel close to her elder sisters, before walking off to a group full of people Genya knew all too well. The Kamado-squad and Aoi. Now that he's alone again Genya can't help himself, he takes a cigarette out of his back pocket and puts it between his lips. He wanted to stop smoking, he promised his mother, but he was stressed out.

Genya is about to pull out his lighter, when he hears the howling sound of a car engine and some scream in excitement "That's the mist hashira!"

He looks up in time to see a teal coloured Lamborghini with a white cloud-like design roll over the asphalt, closer and closer to where he stood. The crowd and Genya watch as the engine turns off and a man gets out of the car. He's wearing a white oversized t-shirt that had 'fuck me' standing on it in black, fat ink and black tight shorts almost invible because of the length of the shirt. His hair was pulled back into a high ponytail. He had little tattoos all over his right arm and a few around his neck and chest area. For some reason Genya desperately wanted him to take his T-shirt off, to be able to admire the art and symbols on his white skin, as well as the man's fine build.

The closer the man got, the more he could make out of his features an example being the mans bright red eyeliner that was adoring his twinkling teal eyes or his cute nose and perfect lips that formed themselves into a smug smirk, which was directed at none other than Genya himself.

Genya gapes as he realizes who the man standing before him exactly was.

"M-muichiro?" Genya mumbles stumbling over his words, his cigarette still unlit in his mouth. He's surprised he hasn't dropped it while starring yet. The man in front of him was anything else than a big fluffball. He was the exact opposite.

Fuck.

Genya was so damn fucked. He felt himself getting hard from just looking at Muichiro.

He forgot about dominating in seconds, if Muichiro would tell him to get on his knees he'd do it immediately.

Muichiro giggles as he finally stops before the baffled Genya. He lets his eyes wander over Genya's body, which sends electricity through the racers whole system and hums pleasantly.

He leans closer to the olders ear and whispers into it seductively. "My apologies, I hope you haven't been waiting for long." Genya does something akin to shaking his head, too stunned to make a noise, when he feels a hand on his waist and the other one wandering right into his jeans pocket, dangerously close to his awakening crotch. Muichiro pulls out the lighter he meant to take out earlier, leads it up to Genya's face and lights his cigarette.

Genya takes one deep breath out of reflex, the smoke invading his system and then he feels the cigarette slip out of his mouth and watches with a dazed gaze, as sweet-sunshine Muichiro puts it between his own lips.

Genya bites his lip unconsciously and presses his legs together.
God. Buddha.
He knew something about this man wasn't right the moment he saw him that first time and it seems like Muichiro had him fooled all this time.

He takes a quick glance at Muichiro's exposed neck to get a better view of his  colourful tattoo. Now Muichiro wearing long-sleeves and that weird bandera around his neck at work every time Genya was around made a lot more sense. He was hiding these gems.

Did Yuichiro and Gyomei know about this? Was that why they were bickering behind the mountain of tires when Genya asked Muichiro out to this race?

Why didn't Genya know about Muichiro if he was a racer too?
And more importantly why was he acting so innocent and soft around Genya.

A hand on his ass pulls him back out of his thoughts and he makes an embarrassingly loud noise, his face flushing a bright red shade. Muichiro had a smile on his face and coos at Genya's blushy cheeks. The action is anything other than innocent. "Are we shy already? I was wishing for you to be a bit more fierce and energetic when you see me like this Gen." He licks his lips, lets his eyes go back and forth between Genyas violet ones and his full lips. They looked inviting enough, but he held himself back.

Genya gulps and shakes his head to clear his mind. It's just Mui, no need to panic or is he panicking because it is the younger?

Regardless he pushes the other away from himself lightly and forces out a shaky laugh, his mouth turning into a bitter smile. "Aren't you getting ahead of yourself?" He crosses his arms, already missing the others' warm touch. "We can talk about the winner's prize after the race." He grins, finding his confidence and in order to get the crowd around them to mind their own business again.

Muichiro keeps silent, which is answer enough. He takes a puff of the stolen cigarette, keeping an eye on Genya.

After a long silence Genya decides to pick the conversation back up. "I didn't take you for a smoker." Is what he comes up with at last.

Muichiro answers calm and collected. "I'm not, not anymore." He grimaces at first, his expression changing in seconds.

He cocks his head to the side and looks at Genya as if he's been starved of his taste for decades. "I had to hold myself back from kissing you right here, right now, is all."

Genya watches as Muichiro drops the intoxication to the floor and steps on it. "But when I look at you right now I'm starting to wonder if you might be into that Mr. Shinazugawa."

Said man's body turns into flames in no time.

He really was turned on. But could you blame him?

Genya reaches out for Muichiro's collar and pulls him close enough for their lips to tingle at a soft touch. Muichiro feigns being affected by it, so Genya closes his eyes and plants their lips together in a hard short kiss, ignoring the loud gasps around them. He's reluctant to pull back, but he has a reputation.

"Let's get this over with shall we?", he breathes against Muichiro's lips daringly. "I can take you over your sled once we're done here. You'd like that wouldn't you?"

It's Muichiro's turn to feel his mouth dry out.
"Genya."

Genya chuckles huskly. "Afraid to lose Tokito?"

"Not at all," he stated. "I'm sure I get to have you no matter if I win today or not." Genya clicks his tongue in fake annoyance and regrets it a moment later when Muichiro pinches his ass yet again and turns away to make his way back to his car, away from the alluring man to keep himself grounded with a triumphant smile.

Genya huffs and runs his tongue over his lips in excitement and savers Muichiro's taste.

He was damn right, he'd want to ravish him anyway. Still Genya loved himself a good race and he sure as hell needed a lot of adrenaline to do what he had in mind.

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additionally notes:

> In this au the hashira are the 9 best racers of the town/city!

> if you'd listened closely you could hear Gyomei in the back trying to hold back Muichiro's elder twin brother, Yuichiro from kicking Genya out for even daring to ask Muichiro to go on a semi date with him. His brother was way too good for him.

> Yuichiro is usually not around at the car shop, since he actually owns a tattoo parlor which Genya doesn't know. That's where Muichiro got his tattoos from.

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