I'm not gonna say it doesn't bother me, frankly it annoys me a lil to have yet another person in on that baggage. But at this point there's more risk to various government and military big shots, if word gets out about what I am. Not a great look if it gets out that they ultimately provided the Port Mafia with a human WMD. And if they planned to make an issue of it after all these years of the Special Division knowing where I am, I'd be surprised.
[A nice humblebrag that he knows he's a little too strong for most conventional methods to contain. Maybe Meursault could with all the ability resistant building materials, but very few places existed that would withstand corruption.]
Plus, I doubt you're planning to try and ship off a feral vampire to a lab somewhere.
[Chuuya is, quite frankly already drunk, but it's a nice mellow sort of drunk for once as he accepts the refill with a small grin.] 'Perfect Trouble' huh? Yeah, sounds about right. You wouldn't settle for anything less, I bet.
I have never had an interest in selling the truth of your existence to others. I asked because I thought...perhaps you'd prefer if I pretended not to know. [ that it would make chuuya comfortable. fyodor knows he's not exactly...personable but he can try to be an effort to be polite, especially if it means chuuya might be more inclined to listen later down the line.
fyodor slumps back a little on the chair, the smile appearing with a hint of pride. ]
I enjoy doing things properly. If I was going to cause trouble, of course it had to be well executed and while there was never any proof of my involvement, I would be punished regardless.
[ a pause ]
They weren't wrong, of course, but it always seemed arbitrary to punish a crime with no evidence.
If you know, you know. It'd be way weirder if you pretended not to just for my comfort, frankly.
[Chuuya was a brutally honest man at times, and he preferred honesty from others. Irony given his profession, given the people he knows, but... it's the truth.]
Just don't bring it up all the time, or in the company of people who don't. Dazai knows, but otherwise? Keep it between us.
[Oh, that prideful little smile gets a cackle out of Chuuya. He's already quite inebriated, warm and comfortable, and the answering grin he gives after a moment speaks volumes.]
Yeah, that sounds exactly like you. The satisfaction of a perfectly executed plan. I feel for your classmates and teachers, damn! Unless they had it comin', of course.
[ fyodor places a hand over his heart. ] I swear not to speak of your origins to random strangers, cross my heart and hope to die. But I do not know if your accident with Corruption will cause questions in future. [ not that fyodor saw that but ] It shouldn't be too hard to misdirect anyone who gets curious and has more brain cells functioning than the average person.
[ leaning across, his ankle nudges chuuya's with ease. the advantage of looking like a pool noodle. ]
Who is to say if they did or did not? [ fyodor replies with a smile, sipping again. ] Maybe if you had been my classmate I would have been less inclined to mischief, it would have been too distracting to have had you in the same room.
Whoa hey, don't have to go all solemn and shit like that, geez. But that's much appreciated, nonetheless.
[He waves a hand through the air, sighing at the mention of last month.] Yeah I didn't quite make it all the way into town before Dazai got to me, but that doesn't mean nobody saw me using corruption, unfortunately. Luckily, there were a lot of people acting fucking crazy at the time and not just me.
[The offer to misdirect anyone who gets curious is nice honestly. Hopefully Fyodor won't need to, but... well, he's better at this stuff than Chuuya is.
The nudge of an ankle against his gets a look of surprise out of Chuuya, but it's quickly followed by a tipsy laugh, his own ankle sliding up against Fyodor's. Cute.]
From what little I can guess, I'd have made the perfect distraction for your troublemaking, since I'd have been a troublemaker myself.
Oh yes, I would've used you as a scapegoat time and time again. You would have wanted to punch me any time we crossed paths in the school halls. It would have been the bane of all teachers and students like, they would have avoided us like the plague. [ and honestly fyodor why are you getting so carried away with a hypothetical like this???
admittedly, fyodor will never stop being surprised when people are nice to him like this: easy touches, easy words. he nudges back, then shifts so chuuya's ankle is trapped between both of his feet. ]
Oh, probably. But we'd have ended up in the hallways or detention together, if I did. Maybe we'd have bonded over that? [It's a fun hypothetical to think about over several shots of vodka, honestly.
Oh Chuuya is so very drunk, from the near giggle that escapes him when Fyodor's little trap catches his foot. He wiggles it back and forth in the man's hold.]
Definitely. But it's a good kind of drunk when you've got someone to be drunk with, ain't it?
[And here comes Chuuya's other foot-- playfully tapping against his toes before sliding against the curve of one of Fyodor's feet... trailing up his calf, a little.
[ he refills both of their teacups to the brim and almost, almost spills over because they are now playing footsie.
fyodor's laugh is quiet, barely a breath lost under the sounds of their feet doing something as if they were teenagers in detention instead of two grown-ass men who regularly engage in crime for different reasons. ]
[ and instead of answering those words because fyodor has no idea what to do with that, he pulls on too hard and miscalculates because chuuya is built well and all fyodor does is ends up being the one toppling off his chair --
the vodka teacup is fine, he only spilt a little on himself. ]
[Chuuya feels the tug and while it does destabilize him a smidge, it's true: for his small size he's also ridiculously solid, everything compact muscle and bafflingly sturdy. He's left blinking at the place Fyodor was sitting in surprise with the slow bewilderment of a drunk when Fyodor topples over, hunching over to settle his elbows on his knees as his gaze follows the man downward.]
[...And he promptly bursts out laughing like this is the funniest shit in the world. His cheeks hurt from grinning as he reaches out to offer Fyodor a hand up.]
[ fyodor's dignity (assuming he ever had one to begin with) would be bruised and reeling, but there is a certain sense of pride in making chuuya laugh. and isn't that weird? ]
It may be the case that I am inebriated but--[ and he hesitates in taking chuuya's offered hand out of habit. ] I think you are severely drunk if you call me cute, have you not seen yourself in the mirror? You--
[ except he does not finish his cringe compliment because then chuuya has landed on him and fyodor gives out an 'oof' because the wooden floor is not comfortable.
a hand sets on chuuya's arm trying to balance and now his vodka does end up spilled between them. they're going to smell with vodka through and through. ]
[Chuuya lets out a grunt at the impact, the smell of vodka stronger in the air as it spills between them, and... Chuuya can't say he minds. The floor is uncomfortable at best and grimy at worst but Fyodor is warm and a little boney, and there's another wheezing chuckle muffled into Fyodor's shoulder, because something about this is so damn funny somehow--
Don't mind him as he devolves into another bout of drunken cackles into Fyodor's shoulder for a second, though he'll eventually leverage himself up on one elbow to peer properly at the man with a face flushed from laughter, proximity and plenty of alcohol, still grinning.]
No no, it's-- we're drinking and playing footsie and you say all this wild cute shit all the damn time. It's crazy as hell and way too fucking cute for me to handle, y'know?
[ the thing is, drunk laughter is such a contagious thing— fyodor is about to move but the proximity, drink and company are a disarmingly lethal combination. he's not entirely sure chuuya is correct in his assessment but his drunken tongue won't let him argue, it merely sits in place. ]
Oh is that what it's called? Footsie. [ this is all entirely too normal and too endearing and--were he able to regret things, he would maybe feel a little bad for having enslaved chuuya to do his bidding but. he isn't that good of a person really. ]
Good thing we have more vodka to help us along the way, [ he shifts his eyes, fixed on chuuya: the way his mouth curves, the crinkles along the corner of his eyes, the way the red hair falls--it's all terribly--] Attractive.
Right now? [ fyodor thinks over his answer, giving it visible consideration as if he were delivering the answer to an important plan. ] I would not think of it as flirting so much as enjoying the fact you are allowing me to touch you.
[ and being touched back, fyodor does grow a little preternaturally still at the touch against his hair. chuuya is not immune to crime and punishment even when fyodor is not actively intending to use it. ]
I do not often admit to being deficient in things but this...this is something I am not skilled in. But you are attractive, and so very human and yet so very dangerous.
[ oh yeah, he's getting close to white girl drunk levels soon. ]
I think I've made it pretty clear before that I rather enjoy touch. [And he's made it clear before that he knows Fyodor won't kill him, for that matter. So seeing the man like this? It's endearing, in a way that makes Chuuya want to press his buttons, just a little. To tease him.
He lets his fingertips brush against Fyodor's cheek once he's fixed the man's hair, grin turning warm and a little smug at the compliments as he leans a tiny bit closer.]
My humanity and the danger is attractive as well, I'm guessing?
[It's not a question. Chuuya likes those things being acknowledged-- his humanity, his power. People underestimate both when it comes to Chuuya far too often, for various reasons.]
Yes, but you know no one really ever seems to relish in my touch. [ ...you know can't imagine why with being such a charming, backstabbing, cringe person here. ] Well, two other exceptions but neither one is you-[ his tongue is warm and loose, the vodka warm in his stomach in the same way chuuya's body above his is equally inviting.
fyodor's hands settle, finally, slowly reverently on chuuya's neck. index and middle fingers slipping under the snug black choker slightly to pull him closer. ] They are, yes but if we are being analytical [ and fyodor you are ruining the mood here with the analysis. ] if you were in possession of one or two attractive features, it would be easy to dismiss it as pure luck.
People are often gifted with one or two blessings to try to offset their flaws but you? Not you, do you not find it poetic your temper matches the colour of your hair? And your birthplace has the same blue of your eyes?
I'd almost say He came down to craft you with his own hand, to make you for me.
[Ah Fyodor, when will he realize that Chuuya enjoys seeing him baffled? It's a thrill in it's own way, seeing someone like Fyodor struggle to comprehend Chuuya's actions, and it doesn't help that he's so--
So damn cheesy it's cute. The tug on his collar provokes a hitch in Chuuya's breath, and there's a flush to Chuuya's complexion that has absolutely nothing to do with the alcohol, all the brighter for the paleness of his skin and red of his hair.
Does he hear himself? Does he enjoy being this dramatic? Holy shit.]
Holy shit you're so damn cringe.
[It's whispered softly with something like awe in his voice, which is probably the most undramatic prelude to a kiss ever, but Chuuya can't resist closing that space between them, sealing his lips against Fyodor's in a grinning kiss that tastes of vodka.]
I am not- [ fyodor sits up a little ready to defend his speech from before, but instead it is the warm press of an unfamiliar mouth against his own and fyodor is so pale that the heat that blooms is visible and felt. it matches chuuya's own in a way it paints both of them with the same brush, same paint, same hand--human, human, human.
he chases into it. how different it is to kiss chuuya from the delirium filled, almost bites from nikolai. this is softer, the taste of vodka and the curve of that grin against his mouth.
[Has Chuuya ever cared about what he's 'supposed to do' when it comes to things like this? Not really. Chuuya tends to go on instinct, the type of person who rarely holds back.
Chuuya's kisses are much like the man himself: Soft, teasing, eager. The fact that Fyodor's mouth is open isn't really going to give the man any leverage, either-- his tongue darts out to taste and deepen the kiss, to see what makes Fyodor react most. The hand not holding him up isn't remaining idle either: stroking through Fyodor's hair, fingertips ghosting against the back of his neck.]
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[A nice humblebrag that he knows he's a little too strong for most conventional methods to contain. Maybe Meursault could with all the ability resistant building materials, but very few places existed that would withstand corruption.]
Plus, I doubt you're planning to try and ship off a feral vampire to a lab somewhere.
[Chuuya is, quite frankly already drunk, but it's a nice mellow sort of drunk for once as he accepts the refill with a small grin.] 'Perfect Trouble' huh? Yeah, sounds about right. You wouldn't settle for anything less, I bet.
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fyodor slumps back a little on the chair, the smile appearing with a hint of pride. ]
I enjoy doing things properly. If I was going to cause trouble, of course it had to be well executed and while there was never any proof of my involvement, I would be punished regardless.
[ a pause ]
They weren't wrong, of course, but it always seemed arbitrary to punish a crime with no evidence.
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[Chuuya was a brutally honest man at times, and he preferred honesty from others. Irony given his profession, given the people he knows, but... it's the truth.]
Just don't bring it up all the time, or in the company of people who don't. Dazai knows, but otherwise? Keep it between us.
[Oh, that prideful little smile gets a cackle out of Chuuya. He's already quite inebriated, warm and comfortable, and the answering grin he gives after a moment speaks volumes.]
Yeah, that sounds exactly like you. The satisfaction of a perfectly executed plan. I feel for your classmates and teachers, damn! Unless they had it comin', of course.
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[ leaning across, his ankle nudges chuuya's with ease. the advantage of looking like a pool noodle. ]
Who is to say if they did or did not? [ fyodor replies with a smile, sipping again. ] Maybe if you had been my classmate I would have been less inclined to mischief, it would have been too distracting to have had you in the same room.
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[He waves a hand through the air, sighing at the mention of last month.] Yeah I didn't quite make it all the way into town before Dazai got to me, but that doesn't mean nobody saw me using corruption, unfortunately. Luckily, there were a lot of people acting fucking crazy at the time and not just me.
[The offer to misdirect anyone who gets curious is nice honestly. Hopefully Fyodor won't need to, but... well, he's better at this stuff than Chuuya is.
The nudge of an ankle against his gets a look of surprise out of Chuuya, but it's quickly followed by a tipsy laugh, his own ankle sliding up against Fyodor's. Cute.]
From what little I can guess, I'd have made the perfect distraction for your troublemaking, since I'd have been a troublemaker myself.
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admittedly, fyodor will never stop being surprised when people are nice to him like this: easy touches, easy words. he nudges back, then shifts so chuuya's ankle is trapped between both of his feet. ]
Ah, have we drunk too much now?
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Oh Chuuya is so very drunk, from the near giggle that escapes him when Fyodor's little trap catches his foot. He wiggles it back and forth in the man's hold.]
Definitely. But it's a good kind of drunk when you've got someone to be drunk with, ain't it?
[And here comes Chuuya's other foot-- playfully tapping against his toes before sliding against the curve of one of Fyodor's feet... trailing up his calf, a little.
Hm. Hm.]
Damn, how are you so fuckin' cute?
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fyodor's laugh is quiet, barely a breath lost under the sounds of their feet doing something as if they were teenagers in detention instead of two grown-ass men who regularly engage in crime for different reasons. ]
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that is
well. what. ]
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the vodka teacup is fine, he only spilt a little on himself. ]
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2/3 i lied
Oh you are so wasted.
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Master of gravity? Who's that again?]
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It may be the case that I am inebriated but--[ and he hesitates in taking chuuya's offered hand out of habit. ] I think you are severely drunk if you call me cute, have you not seen yourself in the mirror? You--
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a hand sets on chuuya's arm trying to balance and now his vodka does end up spilled between them. they're going to smell with vodka through and through. ]
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Don't mind him as he devolves into another bout of drunken cackles into Fyodor's shoulder for a second, though he'll eventually leverage himself up on one elbow to peer properly at the man with a face flushed from laughter, proximity and plenty of alcohol, still grinning.]
No no, it's-- we're drinking and playing footsie and you say all this wild cute shit all the damn time. It's crazy as hell and way too fucking cute for me to handle, y'know?
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Oh is that what it's called? Footsie. [ this is all entirely too normal and too endearing and--were he able to regret things, he would maybe feel a little bad for having enslaved chuuya to do his bidding but. he isn't that good of a person really. ]
Good thing we have more vodka to help us along the way, [ he shifts his eyes, fixed on chuuya: the way his mouth curves, the crinkles along the corner of his eyes, the way the red hair falls--it's all terribly--] Attractive.
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[Said with a playful lilt in his voice as he perches above Fyodor with zero shame, especially because--
Attractive, huh?] See, you keep saying things like that and you're gonna give a guy like me ideas y'know.
[He reaches up to neaten some of Fyodor's hair thrown askew by the fall.]
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[ and being touched back, fyodor does grow a little preternaturally still at the touch against his hair. chuuya is not immune to crime and punishment even when fyodor is not actively intending to use it. ]
I do not often admit to being deficient in things but this...this is something I am not skilled in. But you are attractive, and so very human and yet so very dangerous.
[ oh yeah, he's getting close to white girl drunk levels soon. ]
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He lets his fingertips brush against Fyodor's cheek once he's fixed the man's hair, grin turning warm and a little smug at the compliments as he leans a tiny bit closer.]
My humanity and the danger is attractive as well, I'm guessing?
[It's not a question. Chuuya likes those things being acknowledged-- his humanity, his power. People underestimate both when it comes to Chuuya far too often, for various reasons.]
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fyodor's hands settle, finally, slowly reverently on chuuya's neck. index and middle fingers slipping under the snug black choker slightly to pull him closer. ] They are, yes but if we are being analytical [ and fyodor you are ruining the mood here with the analysis. ] if you were in possession of one or two attractive features, it would be easy to dismiss it as pure luck.
People are often gifted with one or two blessings to try to offset their flaws but you? Not you, do you not find it poetic your temper matches the colour of your hair? And your birthplace has the same blue of your eyes?
I'd almost say He came down to craft you with his own hand, to make you for me.
[ ...cringe. ]
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So damn cheesy it's cute. The tug on his collar provokes a hitch in Chuuya's breath, and there's a flush to Chuuya's complexion that has absolutely nothing to do with the alcohol, all the brighter for the paleness of his skin and red of his hair.
Does he hear himself? Does he enjoy being this dramatic? Holy shit.]
Holy shit you're so damn cringe.
[It's whispered softly with something like awe in his voice, which is probably the most undramatic prelude to a kiss ever, but Chuuya can't resist closing that space between them, sealing his lips against Fyodor's in a grinning kiss that tastes of vodka.]
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he chases into it. how different it is to kiss chuuya from the delirium filled, almost bites from nikolai. this is softer, the taste of vodka and the curve of that grin against his mouth.
are they even supposed to be doing this? ]
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Chuuya's kisses are much like the man himself: Soft, teasing, eager. The fact that Fyodor's mouth is open isn't really going to give the man any leverage, either-- his tongue darts out to taste and deepen the kiss, to see what makes Fyodor react most. The hand not holding him up isn't remaining idle either: stroking through Fyodor's hair, fingertips ghosting against the back of his neck.]
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