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“You two are so cute together!”
Nishiki took a sip of his drink and asked, “Hah? What do you mean?”
“Well you’re dating, aren’t you?” another hostess said, pointing between him and Kiryu. Nishiki almost choked on his next sip and stammered as his brain scrambled for a response.
“What?! D-dating? What gives you– Since when–”
Nishiki sputtered through a couple more half-sentences before throwing his hands up and signaling the waiter to bring them another bottle. Kiryu licked his lips, watching his kyodai’s brows pull together in the center; their eyes briefly met before they both looked away.
“Ahh! See, you two really are adorable…”
“Yeah, yeah,” Kiryu grumbled, pulling out his crumpled pack of smokes and realizing too late that he forgot his lighter again. He hesitated before turning toward Nishiki, the cigarette hanging between his lips as he parted them to ask–
Nishiki tossed his lighter across the table before he had a chance to speak. Kiryu caught it clumsily and mumbled thanks as he lit the cigarette, grateful for the nicotine as it calmed his nerves. The ride home was silent until Kiryu said goodbye.
The next time they had a proper night out, both had a bit too much to drink, though Nishiki was stumbling much worse than Kiryu as they wandered down the busy streets of Kamurocho trying to hail a taxi. Nishiki’s arm dragged him across the sidewalk with his criss-cross steps and he giggled, waving across the way to a group of hostesses. Kiryu recognized them from that one night but didn’t mention it.
“Hey aren’t they–” Nishiki hiccuped and laughed again. His weight kept pulling Kiryu down and it was starting to get annoying - once they got around the next corner, Kiryu ducked into an empty alley and tried to steady his kyodai against the wall.
“Aren’t they what?” he finally said, head spinning now that they weren’t moving.
“The girls,” Nishiki slurred. He let out a heavy sigh and chuckled to himself, closing his eyes. “Can you believe they think we’re dating?”
So he had noticed, Kiryu thought. Nishiki was still laughing for some reason and wrapped his arms around Kiryu’s middle, shoving his face into his neck and inhaling. “Kiryu,” he mumbled. “You smell good.”
Kiryu grunted and, out of habit, ran his fingers through Nishiki’s hair.
“They think that because you do shit like this,” he said.
“Like what?”
“You drink too much and get all handsy with me.”
“But you don’t stop me.”
Kiryu pursed his lips. Nishiki had him there.
“Still, you’re the reason they think we’re dating.”
“Are we?” Nishiki asked, humming into Kiryu’s collarbone as his cheek slipped further down his skin. “I’mean, we took an oath, right? We’re practically married.”
Nishiki snickered and tightened his arms around Kiryu.
“You’re way too drunk, kyodai,” Kiryu said, laughing a little, but again, out of habit, he closed the gap between their bodies as they rested against the wall, breathing heavily, hearts rapidly beating from the liquor. “It’s still your fault,” he added.
“Whatever.”
With a little bit of effort, Nishiki lifted his head, staring at Kiryu with glossy eyes and curled lips. His hands left Kiryu’s middle to run up his chest and behind his ears, slender fingers tickling the hairs at the back of his neck as Nishiki tilted his head and kissed him. It was a slow kiss, the romantic kind you see in American movies, at least until Nishiki pulled back and licked Kiryu’s nose.
“What the hell was that for?”
Nishiki laughed. Kiryu’s chest felt light and fluttery for some reason - the sound was becoming addictive to hear.
“You’d be lucky to date me,” Nishiki said, “I’m a good kisser, yeah?”
“And?”
“Anyway, I’m only dating you ‘cause you can’t get a girl.”
Kiryu rolled his eyes and pinched Nishiki’s cheek. “Shut up,” he grumbled. “You can’t talk, Mr. Ladies Man who cozies up to his kyodai when he’s drunk.”
Nishiki pouted. Oh no. Kiryu wanted to kiss him again–
So he did, a little rougher and more impatient; Nishiki’s lips were soft and he really was a good kisser, but before Kiryu pulled away he bit down on Nishiki’s bottom lip. He tasted something like metal - oops, there was blood and he'd bitten a little too hard.
“What the fuck, Kiryu?” Nishiki pushed him away and wiped the blood off his lip with his finger. “You ass!”
“Your fault, you started it.”
“Ugh, stop blaming me for everything.”
Kiryu laughed, feeling a bit more sober, strangely, with a looser step and without Nishiki’s weight pulling him down. They exited the alley and, predictably, Nishiki’s arm found its way back around his shoulders, and since he felt a little generous, Kiryu wrapped his arm around Nishiki’s waist.
Huh. Maybe they were dating.