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There’s an awkward silence in the room. The type of silence that’s expected after having sex with a coworker you’re not even close with despite the multiple times it has happened. Chamber finishes rolling his sleeves neatly and adjusts the tie around his neck to try and hide the array of red and purple marks scattered all over the area. There’s a bite mark on his shoulder that he needs to disinfect as soon as he gets back and a soreness in his muscles he knows will bother him for the next two days.
Yoru, on the other hand, is spotless. No marks, no bruises, he doesn’t allow them. Chamber doesn’t care enough to be bothered by it. He’s only in it for the easy, no strings attached sex, and he had to admit it wasn’t half bad if he tuned out Yoru’s insufferable personality most of the time, or else he wouldn’t be coming back.
The wristwatch clasp latches with a click, almost too loud, and the visor tells Chamber it’s three in the morning. He grabs his vest and turns to leave, no goodbyes needed. But Yoru apparently has other plans.
“What's going on between you and the hunter?” He asks from the bed, still partially undressed. It’s his place, after all. Chamber frowns, still turned away from him, finding it strange of Yoru to start a conversation, and about something other than himself, above all. Whatever he wanted, Chamber was not going to give it to him.
“Don't worry about him. that's none of your business. Why? Feeling possessive?” He finally turns back to face Yoru, just in time to see the scowl forming on his face.
“You wish.”
“So, are you interested in him, then? I don't think you're his type.” Provoking Yoru was risky, but Chamber has always been one to laugh in the face of danger.
“And you are?” His voice is sarcastic, but the resentment was clear through his expression.
“Apparently.” Chamber smirks. He’s very much enjoying the shift in Yoru’s mood, but it’s way too late – or too early – to start an argument with someone he owes nothing to. He manages to open the door two inches before it’s slammed shut by a hand over his shoulder, the sound echoing through the silent hallway.
“I bet he doesn't fuck you better than I do.” Yoru says, lips touching his ear. Chamber scoffs, and feels the heat of the body against his back, but doesn’t turn away, or reply.
“Does he, Fabron? Can he fuck this tight little ass better then I do?” One of his arms rounds Chamber’s waist and yanks him closer, while the other hand tries to grab his face by the jaw, but receives a reprimanding slap.
“Careful.” Chamber advises, serious. “Again, that's none of your business.”
Yoru chooses to ignore the warning and threads his finger through Chamber’s hair, pulling his head back forcibly.
“Does he know you like to be treated like the cheap whore that you are?” He snarls, tightening his grip.
Chamber might not be stronger, but he’s quicker, and Yoru’s reaction time doesn’t stand a chance against his sniper reflexes. In a split second, he has Yoru pinned against the door, the muzzle of Headhunter under his chin.
“Listen here, you piece of shit.” Chamber was livid, the rage evident in his eyes. “Do not, for a second, forget who you're talking to.” He grits through his teeth, pressing the gun further against Yoru, who just bares his neck and raises an eyebrow cockily in defiance. “Now, let me make something very clear.”
Chamber steps closer, until their lips touch slightly. Yoru tries to pull back, but he’s pressed against the door with nowhere to go. They’ve never kissed, at all, as per the japanese’s demand, with the excuse that it would make their deal “too gay”. It’s rewarding and incredibly satisfying to have him squirm with the proximity, which Chamber allows himself to enjoy for some seconds before saying:
“You fuck me because I let you. He fucks me because I want it.”
He sees Yoru’s eyes widen when he lowers his head, closes his teeth against his neck and sucks hard until he whimpers. When he retracts, there’s an angry red bruise blooming high enough he won’t be able to hide. Yoru quickly recovers from the shock, pushes him away and covers his neck with a hand, furious and repulsed.
“Shit! What the fuck, Fabron?!”
Chamber gives him a last look and puts his gun away, reaching for the doorknob so he can finally leave. He has a training session in the morning and he’s already dreading waking up. He can still hear Yoru swearing from the hallway before the elevator doors close, but he’s not really paying attention.