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Chuuya sighed, nestled against his lover’s chest and his soft ginger locks brushing against Fyodor’s chin. The warm ray of the sun beating down against them and their intertwined legs, tightly wrapped around each other.
He always liked it when he was within his lover’s arms, it was comforting, to say the least.
He felt Fyodor’s lips pressed against his head.
“Good morning, Chuuya…” he mumbled softly.
Chuuya looked up and smiled at the awoken man.
“Did you get some sleep, Fedya?”
“A little…” he murmured back but the bags under his eyes made Chuuya think otherwise. He curled his arms around his waist. “Where is my little solnyshko going today?”
The redhead rubbed his eyes while Fyodor was planting light, soft kisses all over his face.
“I’ve got Port Mafia business to do this morning… I’ll be back tonight.”
“Why must you always leave so early, solnyshko?”
“Because unlike you, I actually have a reputation to maintain as an executive.”
Chuuya knew that Fyodor would be difficult in the morning. Mostly because he becomes the most clingest thing alive.
So, that’s when his ability came in handy at times.
Chuuya made sure he was out of the room before setting Fyodor free and out of the mousetrap he set him up with. He heard some faint calling from him but flat out ignored him.
Heading into the bathroom to brush his teeth; he shouldn’t be surprised by the fact arms found themselves around his neck instead. The mouse found its way out of the trap.
“Must you really go, Chuuya?” Fyodor asked.
He spat out the toothpaste in his mouth and stared at the other from the mirror.
“Yes, you dumb fuck. What’s up with you this morning?”
There was a long pause before he replied, “It’s nothing.”
That managed to get him to exit the bathroom while Chuuya followed him out of the door and turned back to the mirror in confusion.
What the hell is trying to pull off this time?
He’d rather not think about it, but Fyodor was making it plenty hard for him not to notice.
Was this his way of manipulating him to not go to work? Because he wasn’t doing a good job of trying to convince him if he was just clinging to him.
He found the stray mouse in the kitchen, pouring two cups of coffee.
Their mugs had the first letter of their name. Chuuya would occasionally find Fyodor drinking out of his cup, clearly written red coloured ‘C’ but chose to ignore his complaining.
Not like he can say much either, he used Fyodor’s cup on ‘accident’ whenever he wasn’t home, but it wasn't like he was going to admit it.
He handed over his cup with a soft smile.
“Here you go, moy dorogoy.”
“Thanks…”
Chuuya glanced over to the cup Fyodor was using. It was a massive white cup that Dazai bought for him as a prank one time.
Please tell me that he’s fucking joking…
“Fedya, why are you using that cup?”
“I need coffee,” he simply replied, as if that was going to fix Chuuya’s confusion.
“THAT’S WAY TOO FUCKING MUCH!”
Fyodor glanced at the cup and turned back to Chuuya like he was the crazy one.
“I think this is normal for a day like this.”
He facepalmed and began to regret his life decisions. “You are just fucking dumb, why did I let you stay here again?”
Fyodor took a sip, “No idea. Why did you, Chuuya?”
Chuuya rolled his eyes and drank the whole cup in one go, “Suit yourself. I’m not going to deal with you for the rest of the day anyway. Your caffeinated ass can go somewhere else.”
He headed towards the door and looked at Fyodor one last time.
“Leaving so soon?” Fyodor asked with a hint of teasing in his tone.
“I’m not staying around to see you drink out of that with a straw or even try to pick that up.”
Fyodor let himself have this for a little bit, “But that’s the best part, Chuuya—”
His sentence was immediately cut off by the slam of the door.
He loved to tease his little ray of sunshine sometimes. The smile on his lips slowly faded away soon after the disappearance of his lover. He deeply sighed, leaning his back against the couch.
The bags under his eyes were getting worse.
They were getting darker and his eyes felt heavier to keep open, explaining why the cup of his coffee.
Through his train of thoughts, it was interrupted by a head popping right in front of him out of nowhere.
“SURPRISE!”
Fyodor wasn’t affected by it and clearly was not amused.
“Kolya, when are you going to stop with those weird entrances? You aren’t going to scare me, you know that right?”
Nikolai grinned.
“Oh, that’s a shame, I really wanted to see the fear in Dos-kun’s eyes. It would be such a sight to see~” His eyes focused on the cup of coffee next. “That’s a lot of coffee. Are you going to finish that all, Dos-kun?”
“No, but it did give solnyshko a bit of a fright this morning.”
The clown hummed as something or someone yanked his head out of his overcoat and yelped in pain. He turned away from Fyodor and stared at the kitchen but was obviously talking to someone over there.
“What was that for, Sigma-kun?!”
“Slip of the leg,” Sigma said.
Fyodor exhaled a soft yawn, just when Nikolai was going to tell Sigma that he was a horrible liar, and felt the rush of tiredness finally getting to him.
The two other members turned to him, both entering through Nikolai’s overcoat and stepping into Chuuya’s apartment.
“Tired, Fyodor-san?” Sigma asked.
“Used to it.”
“That’s what you say to everything, Dos-kun~! Why don’t you tell Chuu-kun that you’re tired? You two are dating or you are not? Why can’t you tell him anything?”
Fyodor grabbed his ushanka off the arm of the sofa and wrapped him around his black coat.
“You’re exaggerating it, Kolya. Let’s go, we’ve got a day ahead for ourselves.”
The two exchanged stares at each other but followed him nonetheless.
- - -
After countless warnings, Fyodor laid his head flat on the table.
He barely touched the computer in front of him once in the whole duration he sat there. Sigma walked in and nearly jumped at how bad Fyodor looked; he was extremely tired, and not a sight to see.
“Fyodor-san… if you want to go home you are welcome to…” he said to him.
Even so, Fyodor didn’t listen.
“No, no, I must finish this.”
“Fyodor-san, not to be rude or anything but… don’t you think you’re unable to because of how tired you are?”
“I’m perfectly capable…”
His head moved forward and crashed on the desk as he was saying that. Sigma couldn’t help but comment on how he didn’t react to the pain and managed to hold it in. Did that not hurt or something?
“Fyodor-san! You really should just go back home!”
Fyodor lifted his head in a daze with a bright red mark in the middle of his forehead.
Nikolai popped out of nowhere once again, this time behind Sigma and patted his shoulder. He jumped, followed by a scream, “Don’t do that, Nikolai!”
“Sigma-kun! You can’t convince Dos-kun to leave! You need to get a very special person for that~!”
“Huh? Do you mean Nakahara-san?”
“Bingo!” He said while snapping his fingers.
“No, it’s fine.” Fyodor massaged his temples with a small groan.
Sigma and Nikolai exchanged a look at each other. One of them grinned, and the other shook his head. Then came a pout and a, “Please, Sigma-kun? It’ll be worth coming to the show!”
“There’s no show.”
Fyodor had no idea what they were saying. Not like he was capable of hearing them either. His vision was going blurry, his eyes were giving up on him and everything sounded faint.
Maybe… I should go home…
“Let’s just do it!”
“No!”
“It’ll be fine! He won’t hit the ground! No promises though~!”
“Nikolai!!”
The next thing the Russian knew, he was thrown out of his office and onto the couch back at home. He swore he was sitting on his chair, why was he suddenly back at home? Although the laughing head sticking out from the wall could explain a lot if he wasn’t tired.
Fyodor blinked a few times, unable to make out the words Nikolai was saying. All he saw next was Nikolai’s red glove waving goodbye to him before slipping out of his overcoat ability.
After a few minutes after recollecting himself and attempting to get some rest, he sighed in discontent. He couldn’t sleep without Chuuya around. No matter what he tried.
I guess I could wait until solnyshko can get back home… I wonder how long…
- - -
“Fucking finally, work is over.”
The mafioso pulled down the door handle, closed his eyes for a bit and closed the door behind. He exhaled a heavy breath until—
“Oof—What the fuck!?!”
Chuuya, managing to get back home a little earlier than expected, was welcomed by a drenched rat instantly collapsing onto him as he took one step into his apartment.
On pure reflexes, he caught Fyodor and held him up from falling completely to the ground.
“Oi, what the hell is up with you today? I thought you weren’t going to be here…” He slowly lowered his voice, seeing the state he was in.
Ah. Of course…
Chuuya sighed, dragging the both of them towards the sofa.
He placed Fyodor on the couch and sat beside him while brushing some strands away from his face. He leaned into the touch, making a small sound or many it was a small grunt to let him sleep.
He almost resembled a dead corpse.
The mafioso nudged him a little but there wasn’t much of a response.
“You dead? What happened to all your plans?”
A little more nudging.
“Hello? Rat bastard you there?”
His brows knitted each other and pulled Chuuya close by the waist.
That’s a good enough response.
Chuuya found his hand on top of his head, lightly patting it and stroking his dark hair.
If I didn’t associate Fyodor as a rat, he would perfectly be described as a cat, Chuuya thought to himself.
“How long have you been like this?” He asked.
No response but felt Fyodor’s hands wrap tighter.
“When did you get home?”
No response again and instead got a squeeze.
Chuuya grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and started to shake him back and forth.
“Fucking hell! Give me a goddamn answer instead of squeezing me to fucking death, bastard!”
Guess it can’t be helped.
“I know you can listen to me, bastard!”
He gave up trying to get this half-asleep mouse to wake up. “We’re going to bed, I’m not fucking letting you sleep on the sofa.”
Fyodor immediately stood up, his hair covering his face and limped his way heading towards the room. Chuuya decided to help him out and grabbed him by the wrist and directed him to their bedroom.
“Honestly, why couldn’t you just sleep without me—” he was suddenly pushed to the bed and landed face-first on the pillow, “OOF!”
Fyodor pushed him down on the bed, falling right beside him and going right back to sleep but with the assurance that Chuuya was beside him.
Chuuya exhaled a soft breath and softly smiled at his asleep lover.
“Seriously, Fedya…”
What a baby…
His eyes began to droop as well.
Taking off his coat and hat, tossing them on the floor and ignoring the message notifications he received, he shuffled closer to Fyodor. He made sure he had the upper hand this time; Fyodor’s head resting against Chuuya’s chest.
He encircled his arms around his lover’s head, hugging it closely and pressed a light kiss on his head while Fyodor subconsciously closed the gap, his arms snaking around Chuuya’s middle.
Chuuya let the sleep give in on him.
“Good night… Fedya…”