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Oni rested his head against the wall of the shower. He let the hot water run down his scarred chest, washing away the grime of the day. That had been a nightmare of a mission. Too many bullets flying, too many close calls. Death, however, was unable to sink his claws into him for another day. Oni grabbed the cheap hotel soap he had, scrubbing away the last of the dirt and dust from his skin. He sighed and shut off the rapidly cooling water.
Oni toweled off his hair and tucked the towel around his waist. Every movement of his body was a monumental task. He was crashing from the adrenaline high and now he wanted nothing more than to lay down. Sleep the rest of the day away and hope that tomorrow will be a better one. His hopes for a quiet night in were quickly dashed by the sight of one Sebastian Krueger standing in his room.
Krueger looked him up and down, wiggling his eyebrows. "Why hello there handsome."
"If you came over here for a booty call you are in for disappointment," said Oni as he brushed past Krueger. He pulled clean clothes out of his bag, setting them on the bed. "I'm exhausted, I couldn't get it up right now if I tried."
"You could let me fuck your thighs then, you wouldn't even have to move."
Oni glared at Krueger and the man had the decency to look at least slightly sheepish.
"Kidding!" Krueger said.
"Are you?"
"Mostly."
Oni stared at Krueger, waiting for him to leave. Krueger just looked back at him. Was he seriously just going to stand there and watch him?
"Are you going to get dressed or are you really going to kick me out?" Krueger asked.
"I'm not fucking tonight," said Oni.
"I'm not asking you to! I just want to hang out, or does that intrude too much on your brooding."
"You can stay. If you're too much of a headache I'm kicking you out." Oni grabbed for his shirt and sighed. "Do you mind not staring at me while I get dressed?"
"Oh I do mind," said Krueger with a smirk.
Oni took the towel hanging around his waist and threw it in Krueger's face.
Krueger laid half on top of Oni, legs slung over Oni's hips with his torso at a weird diagonal. He didn't care enough to shove the other man off, barely had the energy to keep his eyes open at all. His mind raced, however, so Oni dicked around with his phone as he settled. He had a game downloaded he could mindlessly play. Swipe and jump, swipe and jump. Killed his battery but it didn't really matter right now. The other man shifted against him, face right up next to him.
"Got any games on your phone?" Krueger said before laughing.
"You think you're funny?" Oni asked without turning his attention away from his game.
"Oh I know I'm funny, you are just a very, very boring man with no sense of humor. I don't think I've ever even seen you smile."
"Yes you have."
"Well then I certainly don't remember what it looks like. You should show me again."
Oni just went quiet. He was not going to give in to every single fucking whim that Krueger had. He was already letting the man use him as a leg rest. It wasn't that Oni wasn't against a quick smile, it was the principle of the matter. Krueger didn't get to keep demanding things from him! Even if they were simple things. Easy things.
"Come on Hiro! Please," said Krueger with his best pout.
Oni glanced and Krueger, frowned, and looked back at his game. Swipe and jump , swipe and jump . Krueger huffed and rolled away from him. Oni could feel Krueger's knees knocking together on top of him. Could he never sit still? Oni slapped at his thigh.
"Quit wiggling."
"You're ignoring me," whined Krueger.
"Because you're bothering me. Is your phone dead? Why do I have to be your entertainment?"
"It's not dead. It's just all the way over there," he said, weakly waving at the end table. "Too far."
"Oh my fucking God," scoffed Oni.
Krueger huffed and tucked his head on Oni's shoulder, watching him play the game. When he finally died Krueger pounced on top of him, knocking the air out of Oni in an oomph .
"Great! You're dead so you can pay attention to me!"
"Sebastian! Get off!"
"Make me!"
Oni grabbed Krueger by the shirt and rolled them both over. Krueger didn't go down without a fight. The pair tussled on the bed, Oni trying to pin him down and Krueger doing his damnedest to prevent that. They were a tangle of flying limbs as they struggled. Neither of them were trying to hurt the other, just establish a little dominance. Krueger gasped and laughed underneath Oni and he couldn't help but laugh along. When he finally got a hold on Krueger's wrists he pinned them down to the mattress and straddled his waist to keep him from wiggling away.
"Stop moving!" Oni laughed breathlessly.
Krueger grinned up at him. His face was scrunched up, all lines around his eyes and mouth. "There's that smile."
"You are a menace from hell," Oni chuckled and groaned.
He leaned down and tapped his forehead against the other man before rolling off. He dug around the end table for his phone charger, plugging it in and turning off the light. The room was blanketed in the soft, almost darkness of early evening. Oni worked his way under the sheets, his eyes already fluttering closed. The bed dipped as Krueger moved to get off. Oni snagged Krueger's wrist and tugged him back.
"You don't get to leave," he said.
"Oh, now you don't want me gone," teased Krueger.
"Shut up and lay down."
"It's so early though."
"And I'm exhausted. Shush."
It was Krueger's turn to scoff but he wasn't going to turn down an opportunity to share a bed with Oni. He laid at Oni's side. Oni rolled over, tossing an arm over his chest. His breathing evened out as he quickly drifted off to sleep. It was a matter of minutes before the quiet of the room was filled with Oni's soft snoring.
"Night, Hiro," said Krueger, more for his own benefit than Oni's.
He pulled Oni into him a little tighter.