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“We’re back!”
Elise exclaimed and enthusiastically opened the doors to Mori's room. She skipped her way into the room and Chuuya followed her from behind with a bag of sweets.
He stood a few metres away from Mori's desk and bowed his head, “We’re back, Boss.”
He smiled in delight, seeing his ability safe and sound. “Thank you for taking Elise-chan. I hope you enjoyed it as well, Chuuya-kun.”
“I didn’t mind it as much,” he replied with a light shrug, handing him the bag.
Not to mention that encounter with the weretiger and Kyouka… wasn’t exactly the brightest of interactions… He thought to himself, averting his eyes from Mori’s gaze.
“We’ve brought back sweets from the bakery as well!” Elise added which Mori seemed to be happy about as well.
“Thank you, Elise-chan.”
Chuuya looked back to his boss, “I’ll be off now, Boss.”
He turned away from Elise for a second and gestured to the chairs behind Chuuya. “Why not stay and eat with us, Chuuya-kun?” He asked.
“I still have duties to complete and I have already eaten. Thanks for the offer anyway.”
Mori sighed and placed a hand on his cheek, “That’s a shame…” his mood changed soon after and changed the subject. “There’s one more thing, Chuuya-kun before you leave.”
The executive mentally groaned.
Another mission?
He thought it was all over with the trivial requests but he was the Boss, he followed them obligingly. “What is it, Boss?”
“It’s about Fyodor-kun.”
Even worse than any trivial matter. Why did it have to be the rat?
“What about Fyodor? Did he do something stupid again?” Chuuya asked, getting ready to beat the shit out of him later if he did something stupid again.
He could list off plenty of things that may have caused trouble in the Port Mafia. But somehow Chuuya was pretty much the only one who got along with Fyodor ever since he joined a few years ago in the Port Mafia.
“He didn’t kill anyone did he?”
“No, no.”
“Then what is it?”
Chuuya remembered meeting Fyodor during an overseas mission and decided to bring him in and let him join the Mafia. Why? He didn’t know, he only knew Fyodor’s intention to join the Port Mafia after he made an offer to their boss after the mission and returned to Yokohama.
“Don’t tell me he hasn’t showered for a week…”
Mori slightly laughed at Chuuya’s comment.
Fyodor was notorious for his ‘unique’ routine, like Akutagawa, who somehow didn’t like the idea of baths or cleaning themselves and had found his match after meeting Fyodor.
“You can see for yourself, Chuuya-kun.”
Chuuya did not like the sounds of that.
Oh, fuck… what the hell did you do, Fyodor?
- - -
Chuuya entered through an alleyway door. He stepped into the slightly dimmed bar.
What was Fyodor doing at a bar? He didn’t seem like the type to drink in a social area but it wasn’t like he knew him well enough to assume that given the location at one of Port Mafia owned bars was a surprise to him.
His eyes closed briefly once he entered but once he opened his eyes, the first thing that crosses his mind was,
“What the hell is going on here?”
Chuuya entered the bar and his eyes met a bunch of Fyodor’s subordinates standing to one side of the room and the executive sitting on the other side. Not to mention the questionable amount of glasses on the table where he sat.
All of his men seemed relieved to hear and see Chuuya there, like a string of hope.
“Chuuya-san! Thank goodness you’re here!” One of them exclaimed, running up to them and soon enough the others had crowded around him.
The redhead raised a brow.
He only just came back from taking Elise out and giving sweets they bought during their small stroll to everyone else in the Port Mafia, and now he was stuck dealing with Fyodor.
“What are you guys doing here?”
One took a big gulp. “Did you not hear, Chuuya-san…?”
If fucking Mori told me what was happening then yeah, maybe I would’ve.
“About what?”
“Fyodor-san… he has… failed on his mission…” They whispered, making sure their executive didn’t hear them, “so, at the moment, he’s drinking at a very concerning rate.”
Chuuya took a while to get those words through his skull.
“Failed? How did someone like him fail—?”
“Shush! You must not upset Fyodor-san even more, Chuuya-san! I’m very sorry but he’s currently at a very horrible phase at the moment. Quite scary to say the least,” his men replied frantically.
He rolled his eyes. Yeah right. I’ve seen worse.
“Whatever, what can he do? He’s fucking drunk.”
“You don’t understand, Chuuya-san—!”
He waved his hand dismissively, “I can deal with it, it’s alright,” he replied and could hear the protests coming from Fyodor’s men as he approached the drunk Russian.
“Oi.”
Chuuya pulled him away from taking another shot of vodka and looked at the stoic look on his face. He looked at him with dangerous eyes and a firm frown on his lips.
“Are you trying to kill yourself or something, Fyodor?” He asked.
He stared at him for a little longer, making Chuuya slightly on edge.
“Are you going to speak up or anything?”
He shook him with his hand on his shoulder, “Bastard. Oi, snap out of it.”
“Chuuya-san, that’s really not needed—”
Chuuya found himself immediately being tugged forward by his hand that was on Fyodor’s shoulder. He stumbled into Fyodor’s lazy embrace and felt his hand stroking the back of his head, almost fondly and was messing up his hair, not like that was the most important thing.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”
He gazed up to see Fyodor cheekily smiling at him and squeezing him tightly. He rubbed his warm red cheeks against Chuuya’s, pulling him closer.
“Fyodor-san—!” One of his men called out but he brushed him off quickly and paid attention to the redhead in his arms instead.
Fyodor kissed his cheek and pulled back, “I caught my myshonka.”
“What now and what was with that kiss, shithead?” He asked but was suddenly pulled in to sit on his lap.
“What the fuck—?!”
He placed his finger against his lips with a small pout.
“Quiet, not another swear word, solnyshko.”
Chuuya wanted to gag. He reeked of alcohol, “Your breath stinks.”
“Awh, what are you talking about?” Fyodor asked, staring at him with fond eyes, “I missed you so much, Chuuya.”
He placed his hands on his shoulders and pushed him away (tried).
“Put me the fuck down, mmfph—!”
Fyodor crashed his lips against his without any sort of warning, Chuuya certainly did not want the taste of strong vodka to linger in his mouth.
The Russian pulled back first and licked his lips. His arms snaked around Chuuya’s waist and made sure he wasn’t going to go anywhere. “Did you finally decide to come back to me after leaving me?”
“I only left for less than a day, jackass,” Chuuya replied bluntly, pulling his cheeks.
“Stwaph Chuuwya… It hurts…”
“Not until you tell why you’re fucking drunk, bas—!”
He was pulled in yet
another
uncalled for kiss.
A vein popped on the side of his forehead. It was like he was asking him to punch him in the face.
He shoved him back and his face flushed red. His hand over the clingy rat’s lips, he was not going to steal any more kisses from him.
“What the hell is up with you? You seriously like this when you’re drunk?”
“Myshonka, come back,” Fyodor muffled, pressing kisses on his palm now, “Do you not love me anymore?”
Chuuya pulled his hand back immediately to see the sad puppy look on his face.
Fuck… he’s cute…
“Where is that coming from!?”
“You don’t want to kiss me anymore. You don’t love me, do you? Who do I need to kill? Tell me, Chuu. Who.” Fyodor’s eyes darted across the room to his subordinates as his gaze on them darkened. “Is it one of them? Do I need to shoot them?”
He can almost hear the cry for help from them all.
Chuuya groaned and turned his head away from them, he truly pitied them. “They’re your fucking men, Fedya.”
Fyodor grinned, pulling Chuuya’s arms into another deep kiss.
“Could you stop fucking kissing me—?!” He exclaimed barely before Fyodor swallowed him up again with his tongue. “Fedya—!”
Another kiss.
“Fyo—”
He put his hand behind the back of his ginger hair and deepened the kiss.
“dor—!”
Chuuya tried to call out to him again but couldn’t.
The men watched quietly, slowly backing away towards the door. They really didn’t sign up for this. When could they leave?
The Russian executive let him go and got an instant smack on the face by Chuuya, just a light one.
“Chuu, why did you hit me, what did I do wrong?” He asked, deeply hurt by his actions.
Chuuya glared at him, “You wouldn’t fucking listen to me.”
He smiled back at him, “Someone’s gotta clean your dirty mouth, solnyshko.”
“I don’t think I ever asked you, now let me go, Rat. I think you’ve caused enough havoc in this bar.”
“But Chuuya—”
He groaned.
God, he hated Fyodor when he was drunk. He thought he was bad when he was drunk.
“No buts. Hurry up or I’m leaving you.”
He frowned and was now suffocating Chuuya in his embrace at this point, “No. You’re not leaving me.”
“Then let’s go. You’re drunk enough today.”
“Will Chuuya still hug me?”
He kept his composure the best he could, “Why are you so desperate for hugs, Fedya? We’ve literally been hugging the entire time.”
“Is it wrong?”
“I never said it was,” Chuuya said, clicking his tongue. “We just won’t be able to go anywhere if we stay like this.”
He wasn’t letting go.
“Then we’re staying.”
What the fuck?!
His eyebrow twitched, “Fyodor, we can hug when we get back home.”
Fyodor’s eyes widened in surprise.
“You’re coming to my home?” He asked like he was a dog wagging his tag in excitement.
Chuuya facepalmed.
“You are such an idiot when you’re drunk. Yes. We live under the same roof, where did all your fucking braincells go?”
His eyes sparkled, “Do we live together?”
The executive poked his head the other with his index finger.
“Yes, you dumbass. I literally just said a sentence ago we lived together. We’re fucking dating you, idiot.”
Chuuya, completely ignoring the fact Fyodor’s subordinates hadn’t entirely left yet, overheard, loud and clear about their, now revealed, relationship.
“WHAT?!”
“They’re dating?!”
“This is a disaster! What will we do?! What are we going to tell the Boss now?!”
“We’re going to lose our jobs, fuck!”
“No one’s going to survive!”
Fyodor stared at him with such hope, ignoring the loud screaming from afar, “We’re dating…? We’re dating… We’re a thing…” he mumbled quietly to himself, trying to process everything through his head.
“Are you still here, Fedya?”
His eyes shined, “We’re together.”
Chuuya felt his cheeks go a little pink again.
Damn, he’s really cute like this.
He chuckled, “Yes, we’re together, dumbass. Are you ready to go now?”
“Solnyshko’s mine?”
“Yes.”
“And no one else?”
“You’re fucking weird. Yes, you dumb idiot,” Chuuya said, lightly kissing his forehead, “we’re dating. We’ve been dating for a long time now.”
“Do you love me?”
He fondly smiled at him, “I love Fedya very much.”
I can’t believe I’m saying this… I’m so glad he’s drunk.
The edge of Fyodor’s lip twitched.
“Very much?” He asked.
“V—Very much…”
Fyodor stood up from his seat and bent his head down to Chuuya’s level. “I’m glad my myshonka could finally admit his feelings towards me,” he said, pressing a kiss on the top of his nose.
“O—oi!” Chuuya was too flustered to say anything.
“I wish you were this honest…” He mumbled, beginning to sway left to right, falling forward but Chuuya was there to catch him in his arms, “when… you’re with me…” And went unconscious just like that.
“Shall we take Fyodor-san?”
Chuuya turned over, it slipped from his mind that there was still an audience in front of him. He held Fyodor a little more comfortably for him, which meant dragging him by the back of his collar shirt along the floor.
“Don’t worry. I’ll deal with the rat for the rest of the day. Have a nice rest of your day, everyone,” he farewelled with a small smile and casually walked out of the bar doors with everyone else’s eyes on him.
They all looked back at each other, “Uh…”
“Anyone up for paying the bill?”
- - -
Chuuya had eventually let Fyodor’s arm drape around his neck while his hand was around his waist, to make sure he wasn’t going to fall or collapse on him (like that was the only reason) and walked him back to their home.
“You’re so goddamn annoying when you’re drunk…” Chuuya grunted.
Fyodor let out a small noise in response.
He unlocked the door to Fyodor’s apartment or should he say, their apartment, and was immediately (thought to be) strangled by Fyodor’s arms around his neck.
“Hugging time!” He exclaimed, now fully conscious and ready to burst another one of Chuuya’s veins.
“NO! Get the hell off me!” Chuuya screamed back, “how can you have so much energy when you’re drunk? I swear to god you aren’t the same person…”
“Chuuya~!”
“You’re getting in bed! We are not hugging!”
Fyodor frowned, darkening his gaze on the smaller executive, “But you said you loved me, solnyshko, are you going back on your words now?”
He wanted to hit his head on the wall so bad right now. He was losing way too many brain cells because of this rat.
His cheeks burned, he looked so stupid, “No! But if it gets you away and gets you into bed then, yes I love you.”
Fyodor smiled again and peppered kisses all over his face. Chuuya didn’t know how long he could take this. He was going to die because of this man’s adorableness yet fucking clinginess to a leech.
“Can we go to bed?” Chuuya asked.
“What if I don’t want to go to bed?”
“Then I guess you’ll have to sleep on the sofa tonight.”
Fyodor tugged on Chuuya’s sleeve, shaking his head, “Will myshonka sleep with me tonight?” He asked with a small pout on his lips again.
“I always sleep with you, dummy,” he replied, caressing his cheeks, “will Fedya listen to me now?”
“Ok…”
Successfully getting Fyodor into bed and sleeping peacefully, Chuuya was wide awake but was obviously unable to move. He’ll have to stay in the same position for the next, god knows how long, hours.
He felt a vibrate in this pocket, stirring up Fyodor to loosen his grip around Chuuya’s waist.
Thank fuck for that.
He obtained his phone from his pocket and put the phone against his ear, “Hello?”
“Ah, Chuuya-kun,” it was Mori, “how did he go with Fyodor-kun?”
Like shit.
“He was a handful to deal with when he’s drunk, make sure to ban all bars when he’s around,” Chuuya replied but played with a strand of his dark strands, “but he’ll be taking the rest of the day off.”
“Is he asleep?”
The redhead tugged the strand of hair, as a payback for the things he had to go through for this drunk bastard. “Yeah, he is. I’m currently not in the position to go back to work either. I’ll finish that paperwork for you tomorrow.”
“Thank you, Chuuya-kun. And, I also heard something about a relationship.”
Chuuya nearly choked on his saliva. He completely forgot about that.
“Ah…”
“There’s nothing to be worried about, Chuuya-kun. I was merely curious after what Fyodor-kun’s men had told me.”
Traitors…
“I see…”
“We’ll discuss later in the future. Have a lovely rest of your day,” Mori replied and Chuuya couldn’t help but feel a shiver down his spine as he said that.
“Yes, thank you, Boss.”
The call ended with a long sigh exhaling out of Chuuya’s lips and gazed at Fyodor softly breathing in and out, looking harmless.
He tenderly smiled at him while brushing a strand away from his face.
“What do I do about you? So annoying…”