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He was so screwed, he was so fucked, he was so fucked .
Justin was ontop of him, on his fucking lap looking up at him with confused sleepy eyes and melting into him, one of his cheeks squished up against his chest. The scythe was still waking up, but any fucking second he was going to snap out of his sleepy haze and figure out Giriko had decided to hold him while he slept… god he was so dead .
“Giriko? Why… what?” It was a fair reaction, a rather tame one compared to what Giriko was expecting to have happen in the first place. Justin surprisingly didn’t jump up at all, didn’t flip out and didn’t even lift his head off of it's sleepy puddle on Giriko’s chest. For whatever reason the scythe was perfectly comfortable and perfectly fine with staying there, warm and sleepy. God he was cute, why did he look so innocent and soft waking up? Why couldn’t he look as infuriating as he always did?
“You were fucking crying like a baby.” Not only did Giriko trip on his words he was in such a rush to get his excuse out- it was also a massive overstatement. Justin barely had one or two tears in his eyes when Giriko first noticed, but the kid had been asleep so there was no way he’d know if Giriko was telling the truth or not. Or maybe he would. Justin didn’t look convinced, even in his half asleep almost sedated state his face bunched up in distaste and he made a skeptical ‘hmm’ noise. He clearly didn’t buy it. Fuck.
“And you wanted to comfort me? Was that what happened?” Justin’s tone was tired, but still managed to be mocking. It was so infuriating… but at the same time Justin wasn’t getting up. In fact, he was melting even further into Giriko’s side, his eyelids slipping back closed a few times. He was completely fine with sleeping on him, even after waking up and realizing Giriko had gotten so intimate without any kind of permission.
Watching for a second Giriko realized there was the tiniest smug smile pulling at Justin’s lips, he totally fucking knew. He knew all of this shit for who knows how long and was not shocked at all that Giriko had decided to sleep with him. This little fucker…
“You fucking wish.” Justin gave a little tired ‘Oh?’ clearly not believing Giriko even a little bit. Which of course he was right to do, but Giriko refused to admit that. They sat there in a bit of silence for a while, neither of them blatantly uncomfortable being all wrapped up within each other and Justin actually seemingly falling back asleep… it was annoyingly nice. Giriko sighed a bit, trying not to move too much and alert Justin as to how much he wanted to tighten his grasp and hold the scythe closer.
“You showed up in my dreams so randomly I thought it was odd… my soul must’ve sensed that you were here.” Justin barely even whispered those words, but they still hit like an arrow that punctured right through the center of Giriko’s throat. What the fuck kinda thing was that to say? Seriously- how the fuck could he just say that as if it was no big deal? As if it wasn’t weird as fuck?
“The fuck does that mean?” The huffed laugh and small smile he got in response was deadly enough, but to add to it Justin’s eyes opened in a slow curtain of gold and a smug smile pulled up at his little lips in the most intoxicating way. Giriko had always known that Justin’s weapon form was deadly up close, but who fucking knew that even without his blade he was goddamn lethal . Giriko swore his heart stopped with that stupid fucking look.
“I don’t know, whatever you want it to mean I suppose.” It was so lighthearted and loving the way Justin said it. He was joking, not taking this even slightly seriously despite the fact Giriko had been asking a legitimate question. Perfectly annoying. Perfectly overwhelming. Giriko wasn’t sure how to respond, he wasn’t sure how to do anything while he had Justin on his lap. If he wanted to be able to actually handle this he needed the kid off of him … but there was also no way he could just fucking smack the lazily sleeping brat off.
There was no way he could smack Justin off… he hated that, he hated knowing that he had been disarmed by something like this but Justin was so fucking cute all curled up in his chest giving off heavy tired breaths… he was fucking adorable. Goddammit . Gritting his teeth Giriko tried to summon up the strength to stand up for himself here and not be used as a fucking pillow. Justin might’ve woken up in this position but it didn’t mean he could just go back to bed like this, he was fucking overstaying his welcome.
Making some kind of awkward huffing noise that was supposed to be a yell for the kid to get off Giriko turned bright red when Justin looked up to see what he was doing. He couldn’t fucking believe himself, how on earth had his own body gone against him and turned his reasonable complaint into some puppy-like whine when he actually tried to scream it? Taking an enraged breath in, getting ready to try again, he was stopped in his tracks when Justin moved.
It was amazing at how his heart dropped when he felt Justin supposedly getting up, leaving him without the heavy warmth of another person atop him… but then, instead of leaving, Justin moved so he was over Giriko. The way Justin situated them, sitting on Giriko’s lap with his arms pressed into the couch on either side of Giriko’s head. Forcing them to keep their focus only on each other… it was as aggressive as Justin always was, but in a situation Giriko had never dared to imagine before.
“You’re acting as if you’re trapped here, as if you weren’t the one who set this up… Giriko what are you so afraid of here? Why is it only bad when I’m up?” The smirk on Justin’s lips said he already knew the answer to his question, or at least believed he knew the answer… the kid was seriously such a little fucking shit. Giriko sat up, forcing Justin to move back unless he wanted to knock their heads together like watermelons. This wasn’t going to happen, he was not going to be talked down to by a fucking child over something like this.
Justin acting like he was better than him wasn’t anything new, but usually it was over bullshit Giriko didn’t care about. He fucking cared about an altar boy thinking he had more experience with intimacy then him. Some little bastard singing praise for the lord did not know more about how to love and be loved than him. He hadn’t spent 800 years completely avoiding other people and there was no fucking way he was going to let Justin out of this still believing that.
“Like hell I set this up, this is your bullshit behind the scenes string pulling isn’t it?” Finally Justin’s smug expression slipped into something disgusted, no longer getting an ego boost from this and now just annoyed.
“Giriko how on earth do you survive being so paranoid? Why do you always think I’m planning something?” Just like that Justin sat back down, no longer trapping Giriko against the couch and now leaning dramatically against the backrest. Little bitch. How the fuck was he so good at being so over the top without losing that dumb elegance? What Giriko wouldn’t give to see Justin humiliate himself for once…
“Because you are! Don’t try to trick me into believing otherwise! I know you, you little bastard!” The face Justin pulled after hearing that, so dark and foreboding, promising something horrific if Giriko kept pushing this… it was really fucking something. That apparently was not the thing to say right now, possibly ever, it was fucking scary how much of reaction the scythe had to it.
“Ah yes I’m sure you do, we’ve certainly had many lengthy conversations about many things other than mindless squabbling, haven’t we?” Grimacing Giriko leaned back, trying subconsciously to run away from this. Ok, yeah, he had really pissed Justin off, this went in a direction that it was absolutely not supposed to. Although, what way was it supposed to? What was Giriko even looking for here?
“Ok, ok I fucking get it brat.” Justin gave a beaming smile hearing that, but it clearly wasn’t sincere at all. There was something about when Justin gave that ‘praising’ smile that was so obviously an expression that screamed ‘yes, you better’... it was just great at pissing Giriko off. It made him feel as if Justin saw him as a goddamn child he wasn’t allowed to beat up but really really wanted to.
Some fucking sincerity would do wonders on the brat, showing his hate and finally owning up to the fact he couldn’t stand people. Of course he wouldn’t, of course he didn’t- Justin would always pretend no negative mood existed in his soul because for some fucking reason being faceless and faux cheery was better then having a bad day in Justin’s delusional mind.
“I’m glad. Now, tell me what has gotten you so worked up over what you decided to do while I was asleep.” Something told Giriko that question wasn’t even a fucking question, Justin had already decided what he thought the answer was and was only looking for that. A large- a giant part of Giriko wanted to do everything possible to not give Justin that, to make sure the kid didn’t get what he wanted here… but also… he kinda wanted permission to keep doing this. God, why was Justin so fucking impossible?
“You really think there was a reason? I’m just fucking with you.” Justin didn’t look amused with that, his nose wrinkled up and he didn’t even look entirely convinced. Like he said, impossible. Justin refused to believe him with anything.
“Have you been expecting me to not notice what you’ve been doing for months ? Was that all fucking with me to? I’m shocked you have that level of persistence after not getting a reaction for so long.” Giriko paled, what? Justin had been noticing? Fucking how!? He was always out like a light! Giriko always made sure! Fuck. How the hell was he supposed to deal with this!? What was he supposed to say!?
“I don’t know what the fuck you're talking about.” Giriko just barely managed to make his voice sound convincing and not wobble with his nerves. He was fucking sweating. What was Justin going to do? Why had he waited so long to address this? Giriko knew they avoided conversation about anything truly serious like the plague but come the fuck on .
“Giriko you woke me up every time you scampered off like a coward, you can’t just pretend you didn’t keep cuddling me when I was asleep.” Giriko wanted to die, it made sense Justin noticed hearing that- after all Giriko had noticed before the one thing Justin woke up from was movement, he had to have felt himself being let go of and the couch moving as Giriko stood up. Fuck. Fuck .
“Why the fuck didn’t you say anything?” Giriko’s voice cracked as he said that, totally fucking guilty. Lucky Justin didn’t tease him for that, he just sighed, disappointed and tired. Normally that would annoy Giriko, but right now he was far too horrified to feel anything else. He didn’t know what the fuck to do… He was at a loss for what Justin would say, how he would justify this… The answer he got though was so unexpected Giriko felt his mind crash.
“Because I like you and I knew you’d react like this.” Wait wait wait wait. What? What? Justin hated him, he always had, he was nothing but exhausted or faux cooing to get Giriko riled up. Lectures fucking highlighted Justin’s favorite type of interaction and he was clearly only doing this to fucking feed his ego… right? Giriko actually wasn’t sure anymore. That was terrifying.
“H-hey kid think about what you're saying here. Seriously think about it.” The pout Justin gave hearing that was fucking… unlike anything Giriko had seen on the kid’s face. It was… it was really cute, almost blindly so.
“I have. I’m not like you- I actually think about my words.” It was an insult, but Giriko was still too shocked to really get worked up about it. What the fuck was he supposed to say here? What was he supposed to do? What did he want to do? He had no fucking idea . Justin was going to render him insane one of these days. This- this was fucking crazy. To make it worse Justin seemed to pick up on the fact this was going nowhere and repeated himself.
“I like you Giriko.” It was like a second gunshot, Giriko was dizzy. He needed to stop this in whatever way he could, he was going to go mad if he didn’t.
“Ok ok I get it! God Justin don’t you- why can’t you just-!” Justin hesitantly reached out to him again, holding one of Giriko’s arms still with both hands and moving so he was sitting between it and Giriko’s chest… cuddling in. It was what they had been doing the past 2 months on Giriko’s whims, but this felt so much different now that he knew Justin loved him. Justin loved him . Jesus fucking christ.
“It feels nice having me in your arms, right? Why else would you have kept doing it? You like me too, don’t you?” Justin’s words were verging on desperate, not wanting this confession to just end up being an embarrassment. It was too much, Giriko didn’t know how to deal with this fucking pressure , having some teenage heart set on him for whatever reasons. Still he was having issues denying the fact Justin was right, at least in the terms of the scythe feeling like goddamn heaven in his arms…
Giriko didn’t respond, he didn’t know how to respond. He felt guilty for not saying anything though when Justin’s eyes went sorrowful. Worse, the kid sat up, seemingly leaving and making Giriko’s heart fall to the fucking floor . He needed to say something now, he needed to stop Justin before he left and all of this ended. Trying to summon up words he found himself going goddamn mute when Justin turned around with soft eyes and grabbed his face in gentle hands… tilting Giriko’s face up as he met their lips.
Giriko felt his brain fucking break , Justin felt so amazing, tasted amazing, was amazing… he was grabbing the other before he realized it, pulling Justin back down to the couch and kissing the other with a fervor. Words weren’t Giriko’s strong suit at all, but this? This he could do. Justin seemed ok with that, making some kind of noise of praise as Giriko fucking drowned him, smothered the kid with his body.
They kept going until they had to break away for air, both of them unable to look away from each other as they tried to deal with the rushing emotions from this… Giriko eventually gave a sigh, knowing he had to fucking say something. It took a minute but with an upset, relenting expression Giriko finally responded.
“Fucking fine, I like you too you brat.” It wasn’t a nice confession in the slightest, but from the smile he got from Justin… the kid didn’t care at all.