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Sigma was walking home, holding onto hope that Fyodor would text back. It was a stupid hope as the man obviously didn’t see use of Sigma today.
While deep in thought, shivering and cold, Sigma felt a presence. The world’s most unbearable person.
Nikolai Gogol, once again. Couldn’t he just leave Sigma alone for one night?! Not to mention today Nikolai was in a knee length pink skirt.
Not again.. Sigma thought to himself as he looked at his phone. Nikolai had a look that clearly stated he wasn’t leaving tonight.
“Oh Siggy~!! I brought us some drinks for tonight!” Nikolai spoke loudly. This peaked Sigma’s interest, A drink? Maybe that could take the edge off… his mind rambled. Sigma turned around with a tired expression. His back was hunched over and he looked exhausted.
“…just tonight.”
He mumbled at Nikolai. Of course, this excited Nikolai; he didn’t even have to push Sigma nearly as much as normal.
As soon as the two got to Sigma’s apartment the bottle of vodka was opened and gone in an episode of Love Island.
“He keeps leaving me on read and I can’t stop worrying that he’s upset with me! What did I do wrong?”
Sigma drunkenly rambled on and on, puffing his cigarette every now and then. He didn’t even care that Nikolai’s hand was on his inner thigh.
“You know~ you could always~” Nikolai smirked with raised eyebrows, leaning in and taking a puff of the cigarette.
“….ew, I’m not letting you crack….” Sigma looked absolutely disgusted, at a time like this? Nikolai truly had no chill.
“Come on~ it’ll be fun!” Nikolai pushed the man with two toned hair onto the bed and propped his legs up on his shoulders*
“Freak.” Replied sigma
“You know you enjoy it”
Could sigma even disagree? This wasn’t the first time they’d drunk fucked. Everytime made him feel better and took away his own angsty attitude about Fyodor.
“Fine”
Sigma laid back before Nikolai dived in and bit at the others neck. Jesus he wasn’t going easy today.
Sigma arched his back and let out a soft sigh. Nikolai pulled off Sigma’s pants and then his own underwear, keeping the skirt on.
…
After the act Nikolai turned over, he was soaked with sweat. He had his never ending grin.
“Did you enjoy it~?”
Sigma didn’t answer, he was bitten, bruised, and tired. He huffed and closed his eyes.
[Meanwhile]
Fyodor laid in his bed with Osamu, fucking, dazai. A man of suicide and manipulation.
Dazai was shirtless and twisting a blade in his hand. He turned over with a pout.
“Oh dear Feyda~ who was texting so much earlier~?”
*he said in a sing song tone, dragging the blade across the others skin.*
“No one.” Fyodor answered quietly, not bothering to stop Dazai in his act of harm. Dazai had been cutting himself all night either way.
“Awh, feydaaa” Dazai whined and took the blade away, watching the crimson blood stream onto the bedsheets.
“you know, this world is to full of sin and suffering, let’s leave it together, Mr. “Right hand man of god~”
Dazai grabbed a bottle of mixed pills and shook them at Fyodor. Fyodor simply scoffed and rolled his eyes before dead panning.
“Unlike you I have a reason to live for” Fyodor replied solemnly, glancing at his phone then back at the other.
“Oh ouch!” Dazai said sarcastically before laughing and throwing his head back.
The clock flash a simple, red 4:21.