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It had been a long month for Chuuya. Well the past few weeks in the mafia consisted of continuous missions each from different side of the world so it’s no doubt that despite his power, his body felt too tired for his liking. His feet couldn’t even seem to take another step anymore. Mori had been quite merciless to him, due to a reason he still didn’t know about so he just left it at the moment in favor of having his well deserved rest after the exhausting orders. His legs were almost threatening to give up under his weight, yet cheating slightly with gravity comes in handy most of the time—though he didn’t think he can control it much longer. Right now, all he could think of was the much yearned sleep in the comfort of his bed and luckily—just a few more second, he’d finally reach said wish and fall into a deep slumber.
He twisted the doorknob open, greeted with the brightness of light in their living room and a terrifying smirk on his lover’s lips. Oh no.
No more than a second, he was pinned on the wall, both arms on top of his head. He hissed in pain for a moment, which just made the former’s eyes glint with lust. Chuuya sighed, feeling Fyodor pressing his lips against him. He didn’t respond, too tired to even enjoy their moment. Fyodor bit his lips, asking for entrance—yet none was granted. Instead, Chuuya broke away and went to the kitchen to drink a glass of water.
Just as he was about to drink, Fyodor snaked his arms around him, burying his face on the redhead’s lean back. “Not now, Fyo.” He sighed again. Fyodor can really be clingy when it comes to him. “I’m tired.”
“But I miss you.” Fyodor reasoned out. It had been weeks since they last saw each other and Chuuya could tell he’s being impatient. “It’s so lonely without you here, Chuu.”
Chuuya rolled his eyes as he turned around. He stood on his toes, giving Fyodor a quick peck on his lips. Really, how can he ignore him when he’s being that cute? “That should be enough.” The redhead muttered, walking away from the other and directly towards their shared bedroom. But Fyodor interrupted him once more, raising the silk ties he held for Chuuya to see.
“Seriously, I’m really tired.”
“Then let’s make you even more exhausted.” He smirked.
Chuuya chose to ignore his attempt at flirting, because as much as he loves the latter, right now sleep seemed like a better idea. So striding towards the bedroom, he smashed the door on Fyodor’s face, jumping towards the bed the moment he laid eyes on it. Finally. He closed his eyes, sinking on its softness.
The door clicked open however, and Chuuya cursed himself. How can he forget about the spare key?
Quietly, Fyodor laid himself beside him. Immediately, he wrapped his arms around the former and Chuuya was too tired to fight the comfort in leaning his head over the other’s chest. He could feel his heartbeat, relaxing the redhead and luring himself to sleep. Until Fyodor spoke again.
“Chuu, I heard you fought an octopus with Dazai. Is that true?”
“Mmm.” Was his muffled reply.
He felt Fyodor shifting his weight. But before he could even leave the bed, Chuuya already pulled him back on his side. Fyodor laughed a little, kissing the top of his head caressingly.
“You know me so well, don’t you?”
“Of course. And I fucking know you’re going to grab a knife and hunt wherever that bandage-wasting device is.” Chuuya stifled a yawn. Sleep was claiming him, yet listening to Fyodor’s voice was too calming that he couldn’t even bring himself to surrender to slumber. He missed him so much. If only he could stay at their shared apartment for as long as he wanted.
Fyodor gave a light chuckle. He held him closer. “You don’t have to be jealous, Fyo. I hate that bastard.”
“But you loved him.”
“I did. But that’s in the past now.”
“Ah, but I better kill him now before those feelings return again.”
“Oh please, let me have the pleasure of killing him.”
Fyodor sighed against his head, tucked neatly under the Russian’s chin. Blue irises slowly met Fyodor’s purple ones. He felt the other’s lips running through his red locks.
“I’m yours, Chuu. And that’s why I want to make sure you’re mine too.”
A kiss on his forehead.
“Not that Dazai’s”
Lips on Chuuya’s nose.
“Only mine.”
A meeting of each other’s lips.
“Of course I’m yours.” Chuuya huffed in response, and this time, he returned the kiss.
Fyodor smiled at that. Ah, he must have done something right on his past life to deserve and have such a beautiful redhead love him back. Drowning in the mafioso’s lips, he felt him get intoxicated in more ways than alcohol ever could. Chuuya rubbed his back aggresively, before settling his hands on Fyodor’s hair, tugging, needing. He slid his fingers on the redhead’s shirt, tracing every contour of Chuuya’s perfect body he knew more than the back of his hand. Well, he was more than glad to give what Chuuya wanted anyway.
How lucky of him, indeed.
“Marry me, Chuu.”
“We’ll get there soon enough.”
With that, they fell asleep in perfect sync.
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Months later, Chuuya found out Dazai was shot by a sniper while in a meeting with a certain someone.
And he doesn’t even need a detective’s help to know who was behind said assasination.
“Oh, Fyo.”