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Sometimes, Hachi just wanted some peace.
Sure, while hanging out with Dallas was fun and all, there sometimes came a point when Hachi really wasn’t in the mood to deal with his bullshit. Especially when it got too loud. Fights, arguments, hell even the smallest of conflicts could easily set Dallas off in an instant, and while it was funny on occasion, it also just got to a point of... unnecessary. He didn’t even really know why Dallas loved to argue so much in the first place, you’d think they’d be over this by 21.
Tonight was one of those nights.
He was dragged to another weekend party like usual, and even if he REALLY wasn’t in the mood for it right now, he wouldn't leave Dallas hanging like that as much as he would like to leave. He was... 4 shots in? 5? Either way, it was feeling fuzzy at this point at the night.
“Hey, watch your step kid!” Some random guy across from Hachi called out to Dallas, who was on his way to find some vape pens. “Oh I’m sorry, do you live here?” Dallas retorted back in a condescending tone. “Yes actually, I’m the older brother, clearly he likes to invite dumbasses to his parties.” The man scoffs, not amused by Dallas’s own condescension and ignorance. Dallas retorts again. “Hm... You think some bitch ass like you deserves to live as nice as this?”
Aaaand here we go.
“The fuck? What’s your issue kid?” Hachi hears the brother say. (Oh, Dallas’s issue?) Hachi thinks, (He decided it would be a good idea at 8 shots to also mix some nicotine in his system right now, and now you’ve pissed him off ever so slightly enough for him to cause a havoc with you. I just hope it doesn’t get physical, Dal’s going to be a pain right now as it is.)
“My issue is that I’ve clearly ran into a bitchy motherfucker who needs to stop fucking with someone else’s shit!” Dallas retorts, voice now leveling into an angrier tone. “Excuse me, maybe go looking for a better place to step around then!” The brother retorts mad, “Oh yeah? Yeah fucker? Better place to step? I bet your ugly fucking face would be a better place to step!!”
The brother did not like that comment, “Is that a challenge? You asking for a fight kid?”
Oh no. It was gonna get physical.
“Maybe I am. What, you scared pussy?” Dallas challenged, now stanching a bit more for physical confrontation. Hachi just sighed, watching it go down. Why... Why now? Why tonight? “Oh please, I can beat a scrawny kid like you in an instant!” The man insisted. While Dallas definitely wasn’t scrawny, the other man was not only older, but much bigger as well. This wasn’t going to go well, Hachi already knew. “Try me then, you bitch ass motherfucking hoe!” If Dallas was anything, he was definitely a LOT of bark, and some bite if he needed to.
Dallas threw out the first punch, it hitting the other man square in the face as he shifts to side punch back to him, also hitting Dallas. The confrontation caught some more eyes to also start watching, as they pushed and kicked to duke it out in the middle of the kitchen. Some people were whispering, some were cheering, and Hachi was just getting sick of it.
A minute passed of the two drunk men scraping with each other, the bruises on each of them starting to peak out, much more on Dallas then the other man. Dallas challenged, “Is... Is that all you got, prick?” he panted a bit, smiling devilishly despite him clearly losing currently. “FUCK OFF!” the other man yelled out as he grabbed a kitchen knife from the counter, slashing it diagonally across the side of Dallas’s forehead- Okay, now Hachi needed this to stop.
“Dallas! That’s enough!” Hachi walks over, frustrated but slightly concerned of the cut laid out on his forehead. He grabs Dallas from under the armpits, holding him back from continuing to charge at the other man. What was he, his babysitter? “Hachi?- Let go you dickhead!” said Dallas, still boiled with anger over the fight, especially now since he literally got cut. “Let me finish this fucker!” Dallas scowled. The other man stopped, now smirking seeing Dallas having to be held back by Hachi. “What, your boyfriend stopping you, huh?” he mocked. Dallas froze.
(Oh. Oh no, he did not just go there) Hachi thought, now worry etched on his face. If you knew Dallas well enough, the last thing you want to do is call him anything related to homosexuality, or something similar. “Gay”, “Boyfriend”, The F slur. He would never hear the end of it from Dallas now, Hachi could practically feel the kettle burst.
“...Hachi. Let me go.” Dallas said coldly, a dark look plastered on his face. “D-Dallas, calm down-”
“LET ME GO!” He yelled; anger evident in his tone. He didn’t want to, but Hachi was worried if he didn’t, it would just make things worse. “...Fuck. Fine.” Hachi whispered as he reluctantly let go his hold on Dallas, now very concerned as what was going to happen. Dallas took a stride towards the brother. “You think I’m a gay? Is that what you think huh?” he stated, the cold anger never faltering. “Oh? Did I strike a nerve?” the other man scoffs, still smirking down at him.
Dallas growled. Hachi has never heard him literally growl like that before. “Well let me tell you piece of shit, I am NOTHING, compared to someone as pathetic as a FUCKING GAY PERSON! And if you think I’m going to take that kind of remark from ANYONE, you’ll live to regret it, so call me gay, call me gay ONE MORE TIME... I dare you.”
“...Gay pathetic fuck.”
A wave of curses started rolling from Dallas’s mouth, loud and aggressive as people backed up, putting his hands in the air to smash the others head in a violent instinct, but before he could try, Dallas was head-bumped, and fell to the ground.
“HEY! That’s ENOUGH! BOTH OF YOU!” Hachi stood forward, in-between the two men. “I’ll be taking my friend now... Not cool man.” he scoffed tiredly, the other man, yelling back. “What?? He started it-” Hachi could care less who started the fight at this point, as he slung his friends' arm over his shoulders, now helping walk a very beat and bloodied Dallas. Some of the other bystanders laughed as Hachi and Dallas walked outside, Dallas still very angry but not trying to protest anymore as the air hit his face.
“I swear to god Dallas, you’re gonna give me a heart attack one day, what is your problem?!” Dallas and Hachi were now back at the dorm, Dallas sitting on the couch with a towel on his head being held by him to stop the bleeding. “I mean, it’s almost like you’re trying to look for trouble!” Hachi says, pacing back and forth the living room quite frustrated. “You’d think we’d be over this by now from high school, but clearly not. Grow up, a fight isn’t going to solve all your problems!” Dallas just stays silent, staring up at Hachi’s tired and frustrated expression.
“What, aren’t you going to say something?” Hachi retorts, done with today’s turn of events. To Hachi’s surprise, Dallas doesn’t retort back, instead looking down at the ground. “FUCK..!” Hachi just wanted to go to bed at this point, “You know, I-” Hachi stops. To his surprise, Dallas looks like he’s going to start... crying? Wait, was Hachi seeing that correctly? His expression goes from one of frustration to one of concern. This was odd, Dallas never cries after a fight, or hell hardly ever. Well, except that one time during the... weed incident, but Hachi only remembers that incident faintly. Was he that drunk?
“Hey... Hey what’s going on?” His tone softens slightly, now heading to sit next to Dallas. Dallas doesn’t say anything, and holds back to leak tears from his eyes to the ground below. “Dal, talk to me.” Hachi asks patiently sitting beside him, still confused as to what could have caused him to feel like tears all a sudden. “...Go away...” was all Dallas could whisper out shakily, trying to keep his emotions at bay. Hachi was not amused, “No, you’re not getting me with that, what’s going on?” he says, softening his tone now to an even level. Dallas just looks away, he didn’t want Hachi to see him cry, this was not helping. “...Go away dickhead...” Dallas whispered back, and Hachi just sighs. “Okay... Okay if that’s what you want then.” he says, understanding in his tone as he slowly raised from the couch to walk to his room.
Dallas didn’t know what to really do now. All of his energy at this moment was being used to both sober himself a bit and to prevent a downfall of tears. He just sat on the couch, somehow hoping by some miracle that whatever he was feeling would just go away, but to no avail. God, why was that man’s comment affecting him so badly? It was a dumb insult; it didn’t mean he was right... It didn’t mean he was...
Some tears pricked, and Dallas just let them happen. It was too hard, the internal fight here was too hard, he didn’t really want to do this right now. Why did he even try to start something? If he really wanted to take out his anger tonight, he should’ve at least chosen someone more his size. Now he’s got a scar on his forehead.
He continued to sit there for a period of time, glancing occasionally at Hachi’s bedroom door. What, was he just... expecting him to come back out? That’s insane. He told the man to leave him alone, and he did, so... Why was it making him feel mad again? AGH, he shouldn't've tried to push him away... But not even a check in? (Rude) he thought. Dallas got up, still wobbling from the alcohol in his system, as he made his way to knock on Hachi’s door. He was gonna give this man a piece of his mind, what, did he think that he wanted to truly be left alone for this long?-
“Yes, Dallas...?” Hachi’s sleepy voice says as he opens the door.
Whatever spark of anger Dallas had left in him fizzled out as he saw his best friend standing in front of him, and now he just felt like an asshole.
“...I’m sorry...”
Hachi’s eyes widened as he saw his friend apologize, then burst into tears, then give him the most remorseful look he’s ever seen from Dallas. What was happening?? Why was Dallas apologizing, he didn’t do anything to him. “It’s okay- I mean, what- I...” Hachi didn’t know how to respond; he just didn’t like the view of Dallas so upset in front of him. “H-Hey...” He softens, putting a hesitant hand on Dallas’s shoulder, causing him to cry even more. “Come here...” He whispers soft, and pulls Dallas into a hug.
Dallas responds immediately, clasping onto his friend and trying to calm himself down. Hachi could feel the weight of him leaning against his front, clearly still very drunk and bruised. It was probably why he was crying, Hachi thought. “Dal...? We good buddy?” He says, knowing Dallas wasn’t good, but he knew his response would give him enough information if he was in denial or not. Dallas didn’t give an answer, instead just clasped onto the man harder. That was all Hachi needed to know.
“Okay, come on buddy...” He says, taking Dallas’s hand and walking him to sit down on the bed; Hachi knew he wasn’t in a condition to stand much in the first place. As they sat down, Hachi held onto the back of his head and guided it down to his shoulder, starting gentle scratches on his scalp, knowing how much Dallas enjoyed getting them when he was stressed out. “Talk to me...” Hachi softly says, feeling Dallas instantly beginning to relax a bit from the head scratching. Dallas didn’t answer, instead almost trying to hide himself inside of Hachi’s shoulder.
“Dal, what’s going on...?” Hachi asked again, feeling worried by the strange lack of him trying to talk. He then decided it was best for now to let Dallas grasps his bearings a bit before asking him again, letting him cry and breathe more evenly as he settled down enough. Eventually, Dallas peaked his head back up from Hachi’s shoulder, staring at the other man both drunkenly and a bit sad. “Can I ask you something?” he said, tone strained a bit from the tears. Hachi nodded, “Yeah, what’s up?”
Dallas hesitated, looking incredibly nervous about even asking this question in the first place, but his insecurities won, “...I’m not... gay, right?” asked the man, looking away a bit. It started to click now for Hachi. (Ah, that’s what he’s upset about.) He knew that Dallas always had a sensitive chord struck when someone mentioned him being “gay”, even if it was their friends that joked about it sometimes, but Hachi didn’t think it was actually about being gay? Instead, it felt more like an awkward translation of a backwards sentiment, where that sentiment came from, he didn’t know, but it wasn’t positive. “I’m not gay right?” Meaning, “I’m not a pussy right?” “I’m not worthless right?” “I’m not worth your time... right?”
Hachi held onto his hand, intertwining Dallas’s fingers in a light pressure. “No... No, you’re not.” He smiled a bit, “You’re not gay, Dal.” Dallas’s eyes widened, as if he was expecting the opposite response, “I... I’m not?” He didn’t know why he made that reply sound like a question... Was it a question? “No, no you’re not...” Hachi replied, realizing he was correct in his assumption. Thank goodness, Hachi didn’t think he could go down a sexuality rabbit hole today with anyone, much less himself and Dallas.
“Stupid? A little bit.” Hachi added, and Dallas couldn't help but chuckle a little, trying to be offended. “Oh please... He had it coming.” Dallas replied, now a bit lighter and playfully defensive over his scrape with the older guy from the party. “Did he?” Hachi replied, smirking a bit at his insistence. “Uh, duh, man was desperate for a kick in the leg.” He kept insisting to Hachi, “Not as desperate as you clearly.” He remarked back, lightly poking one of Dallas’s bruises. “O-Ow- Bitch!” He yelped, covering his neck from Hachi poking at it. “Aw, do you need me to kiss it all better?” Hachi joked.
Dallas stared back, blushing and looking at Hachi like he was insane. “...Not funny dude.” He said as he covered his neck more. Oh, Hachi pushed it too far, maybe he was still a bit tipsy himself. “Hey, I was kidding...” He said, guiding Dallas’s hand off of his neck to get a better view of his bruises. Yikes, they were really purple, and on his neck no less? Maybe Hachi should’ve thought that through more before poking at it. “...Why are you staring?” Dallas asked a bit shaky, feeling the proximity to Hachi’s face a bit close now as he stares at his neck. Without thinking, Hachi’s fingers began to gently trace his neck a bit, feeling a tingle from Dallas underneath him. Ouch, these did look like it hurt a lot, maybe Hachi did want to help in some way, maybe... he did want to kiss it all better.
Whatever kind of rational thought Hachi had left right now was both gone or numbed by the alcohol as he lingered his lips to breathe against Dallas’s neck, his main goal right now clear: He was going to make Dallas feel better. Was this the way? It felt like the best one at the moment. “H-Hey, what-” Dallas tried to shake the words out until he felt the plant of a gentle kiss on his neck, and his breath hitched.
“Did I hurt you?” Hachi asked, warm and soft with genuine concern in his voice. Did he hurt him? Dallas had no idea exactly what just happened, his heart was pounding 30 miles a minute, that soothing voice of Hachi’s not helping whatsoever. Should he pull back? This was weird right? He gathered what little strength he had left to pull back, but instead it just came back as a small shake of the head, Hachi taking that as a sign that it was okay, as he planted another gentle kiss down.
He could feel his breathing picking up as more small kisses were planted, feeling him sweat a little underneath his left-hand keeping Dallas’s head tilted up. Dallas felt like melting, he didn’t know why, but it was almost as if the kisses of Hachi was soothing his bruises, making them hurt a little less. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back a bit, allowing Hachi more space for different bruises. Hachi continued, planting kiss by kiss on his neck, loving the way he could feel the other man tingle underneath.
Hachi paused to take a look at the other man, hearing a literal whimper coming out from him as he moved away. He drank in the look of Dallas on his hand right now, leaning into it, eyes closed and mouth lazily opened. He’d never seen the man so... blissful. He leans into his ear in a gentle whisper, “Dal...? Do we want to lay down? It might be comfier.” Almost on instinct, Dallas’s body sagged a bit, and Hachi lowered his head down onto Hachi’s pillow, his head tilted to the side, getting both of them under the covers a little bit. When they were positioned right, Hachi leaned over top of Dallas as he continued to kiss his neck.
Dallas couldn’t help but moan softly, his mind feeling fuzzy and warm as he could both feel the alcohol in his system, but most importantly, Hachi. He could feel the gentle pressure’s Hachi was placing, how soft and caring and kind he was about it as he moved his kisses upwards, when he went a little too rough, Dallas would flinch, and Hachi immediately stopped kissing there. It was a little like heaven, like a warm blanket of comfort that only Hachi could provide him with. “Does that feel a little better...?” Hachi whispered through kisses, and Dallas could only reply with a quiet and blissful “Yeah...”
He smiled, and continued his kisses around and up his cheek and temple, Dallas shivering under him as he pecked on the darker bruises around his eyes. He then came to Dallas’s scar, now crusted with dried blood from before. Instead of kissing it, Hachi took the time to gently stroke the cut with his thumb, and stare down at Dallas’s face, still as blissful as before, soft hums and moans coming from him. It almost felt like he won something... What exactly, he wasn’t sure, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit prideful. With that, Hachi continued his kissing back around and down Dallas’s other temple and cheek.
Dallas felt euphoric, nothing mattered in the grand scheme of things right now, all he cared about was Hachi and his kind, gentle kisses. He knew Hachi was great, oh he really did, but this felt like another level of great to Hachi he didn’t know existed, one special part, one... maybe, just maybe, only for him. The thought almost made him cry. “My Hachi...” Whimpered Dallas coyly as the other man got back down to his neck, the sentence causing Hachi to look back down at him. He saw Dallas open his eyes, staring back up in a tender and blissful expression.
God, he looked like such a tender and soft thing right now Hachi thought as he stroked Dallas’s cheek with his thumb. How did this even happen? How... Did they even get into this position in the first place?
Wait... How did they-
It felt like the wind was internally knocked out of Hachi as he realized what he just did. Oh. Oh my god. He’s on top of Dallas, he just basically kissed him senseless, and most curiously... Dallas let him?? Hachi’s eyes widened as he stared down at the man in bliss, biting his lower lip anxiously- Oh my god, why is he still on top of him??
Hachi rolls off of Dallas to the other side of the bed, covering his eyes with his hand as his face flushed hard with embarrassment and confusion. “What are you doing...?” Dallas asks him, turning his head lazily to face Hachi’s side, still blissfully unaware at what had just happened. “Why did you...” He put a hand onto his own neck, feeling the remnants of where Hachi last kissed him, and-
Oh.
A jolt of shock came through Dallas’s body, still flushed and hot of what had just happened, now realizing why Hachi got off and was covering his face. The pool of embarrassment ten folded, and Dallas found himself laying on his side also covering his red face. What the fuck what the fuck-
The two stayed in silence for a VERY long time, contemplating A: Why Hachi just did what he did, and B: Why Dallas LET Hachi do what he did. Did he feel bad? Was it because they were drunk? Yes, yes it had to be because they were drunk, why else would they even THINK of doing such a thing, because they were not only both straight, but they were also best friends. Homie’s. Not... Whatever this ended up being.
After what felt like hell, Hachi turned around reluctantly to face Dallas, still blushing furiously but trying to keep calm. Hachi tried to speak, but no words came out. Wasn’t he just an hour ago calling out Dallas on his bullshit? How did it go from that to this? “...Hm” Was all he could come up with, drawing a blank. Dallas also didn’t have anything to add to the conversation, looking quite horrified at himself mostly for the events of the past hour.
“...It was the alcohol! I- We... Got too drunk, ha. Must’ve mistaken you for a woman or... something.” Dallas spits out, nervousness all throughout his tone, clearly trying to play it off like nothing happened. Hachi was...Weirdly offended. “Really?” He said, before realizing that agreeing would probably be better right now, “I-I mean, yeah yeah, mhm...”
Jesus, this sucked.
“Um... If we look at it that way, we... did get pretty drunk.” Hachi agreed shaky. Yeah... Yeah that seemed like a reasonable outcome of how this played out. Two drunk dudes, ending up in Hachi’s bed together after practically the equivalent of a make-out sesh- Oh god Hachi needs to stop thinking about this. “Y-Yeah, yeah...” Dallas replies, rubbing his own head to wrap around their current situation.
“...Welp, I should probably go-” “Oh, oh yeah, yeah you do that...” Their tones were both shaky and nervous as Dallas got off the bed and began his way to the door...
And then he stopped.
(He stopped, why did he stop??) Hachi was internally freaking out inside a little, but there was also a small flicker of him that was... slightly relived? Alright then, sure. As Hachi stared, he saw his friend begin to turn around, but not moving, conflicting of something all throughout his facial features as he stared back at Hachi.
At this point, he just felt tired. Too tired and tipsy to really want to give this more thought than he already had, and the looks that Dallas were giving him wasn’t helping. So, without too much thought, Hachi decided to scoot over again on his bed, leaving out an empty space. When Dallas still didn’t really move, he sat back up, and held out a hand. Who were they kidding right now, he knew Dallas wanted to come back, he would’ve actually left if he didn’t want to, Hachi knew him well enough.
It took him a while, but Dallas finally started moving again, wincing a bit at his bruises still everywhere, the one’s on his neck now extra sensitive as he finds himself standing in front of Hachi’s bedside.
“...Gay pathetic fuck.” He heard echo through his mind, and he took a small step back. Dallas did not like the implications of what happened tonight, not the fight, not Hachi, not... Hachi.
“Are you okay-” Hachi didn’t get to finish as Dallas practically jumped on him, shaking silently as he grasped onto Hachi and pulled him close, burying his face in the crook of his neck, taking it all in, taking all of this wild, crazy shit all in.
Well Hachi was NOT expecting that, but he replied back on his own accord, holding Dallas back in a soft hold, realizing just how shaky he was right now, Dallas’s legs wrapped around him as they sat. He didn’t know how much he or Dallas would remember fully of tonight, but he hoped at least... He’d remember enough.
He began to rock Dallas back and forth slowly, hoping to ease the shivers out of his body for tonight. They clearly weren't sober enough right now to be thinking about what exactly their actions fully implicated, so instead Hachi decided to just let it be right now. He continues, rubbing his friends back in a comforting rhythm, lightly massaging his scalp with his other hand, slowly feeling him loosen his hold a bit and more sag into him then grip.
“... “My Hachi” huh?” Hachi whispered to himself, intending for it to be an inside thought until the words slipped out.
“...My Hachi...”
Hachi flinched a little and blushed hard at the sound of Dallas’s sleepy whisper, looking down at him, Dallas clearly going to pass out any second. Did he realize what he just said again? Hachi didn’t think so, and now it was making his stomach flutter way more than any other compliment from Dallas had. Oh my god, why did Dallas have to be so...
He cut that thought off as he began to gently lower both of them onto their sides, blushing profusely, Dallas none the wiser to what he just did to him. Hachi slowly ruffled some of Dallas’s blond hair gently, and Dallas replied back with moving a bit of Hachi’s black bangs, Hachi surprised Dallas was still conscious enough to do so as he looked at Hachi through half-lidded eyes.
“Shh... Go to sleep...” Hachi whispered softly staring back, and Dallas finally rested his eyes for the night, Hachi looking at him sleeping soundly a bit before falling asleep himself, resting foreheads together as there breathing evened out together.