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Chishiya doesn’t listen all that closely to Kuina. He sits beside the pool with her, swirls his drink, hums, nods.
Niragi is nowhere in sight.
Which doesn’t have to mean much, given that he can turn into flame. So why not water, fog, the cheery little party umbrella in Chishiya’s glass.
When he walks back to his room, he still doesn’t feel observed.
Weird. Not unwelcome. But weird.
He immediately knows why when he rounds the last corner and finds a slumped figure directly in front of his door, rifle across his back.
Chishiya slows as he approaches, giving him a wide berth at first.
Niragi doesn’t budge. His breathing is deep and even, his head dropped toward his chest. Almost peaceful.
So much for no next time, then.
Chishiya crouches in front of him and waits through a few breaths before picking up a strand of black hair between two fingers. He lifts it a few inches and lets it fall.
Nothing.
Niragi really fell asleep in front of the door of the person who must have lured him into some kind of trap before. Stabbed him in the back. Outsmarted him somehow, because this man does not allow anyone to simply walk up and set him ablaze.
It’s quite stupid. Careless. Pathetic, perhaps.
Threatening to patrol Chishiya’s door and then losing consciousness beside it like an abandoned guard dog that doesn’t need a chain to remain anchored.
Chishiya sighs quietly, then draws in a deeper breath.
He was tired, and he chose to stay outside.
There are footsteps farther down the hallway, laughter. A shriek dissolving into giggling.
Chishiya nudges Niragi’s shoulder.
“Wake up.”
He pushes him a second time before standing and unlocking the door.
“Let’s get you inside.”
He lets Chishiya pull him inside by his sleeve and stops once the hand lets go of the fabric. A small groan comes from him as the lights are on, not liking the brightness that much.
Niragi glances around the other’s room, but he can’t take in thighs fully because he can’t get rid of the tiredness he is feeling. He is awake, but also not awake at the same time.
The day goblin can’t really decide what to make of the blonde deciding to let him inside his room. But he can’t really think about it as he has to yawn. In the end he decides to just sit down next to the other’s door. He can feel cool night air come inside the room, but it doesn’t make him more awake.
In fact he is too tired to argue with Chishiya about where he can’t or cannot sit or what he can’t and cannot touch. Staying at the door should keep him in a grey zone.
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Chishiya doesn’t listen all that closely to Kuina. He sits beside the pool with her, swirls his drink, hums, nods.
Niragi is nowhere in sight.
Which doesn’t have to mean much, given that he can turn into flame. So why not water, fog, the cheery little party umbrella in Chishiya’s glass.
When he walks back to his room, he still doesn’t feel observed.
Weird. Not unwelcome. But weird.
He immediately knows why when he rounds the last corner and finds a slumped figure directly in front of his door, rifle across his back.
Chishiya slows as he approaches, giving him a wide berth at first.
Niragi doesn’t budge. His breathing is deep and even, his head dropped toward his chest. Almost peaceful.
So much for no next time, then.
Chishiya crouches in front of him and waits through a few breaths before picking up a strand of black hair between two fingers. He lifts it a few inches and lets it fall.
Nothing.
Niragi really fell asleep in front of the door of the person who must have lured him into some kind of trap before. Stabbed him in the back. Outsmarted him somehow, because this man does not allow anyone to simply walk up and set him ablaze.
It’s quite stupid. Careless. Pathetic, perhaps.
Threatening to patrol Chishiya’s door and then losing consciousness beside it like an abandoned guard dog that doesn’t need a chain to remain anchored.
Chishiya sighs quietly, then draws in a deeper breath.
He was tired, and he chose to stay outside.
There are footsteps farther down the hallway, laughter. A shriek dissolving into giggling.
Chishiya nudges Niragi’s shoulder.
“Wake up.”
He pushes him a second time before standing and unlocking the door.
“Let’s get you inside.”
Niragi hadn't realized how tired his body had become after searching for that ID for three days at the hospital. And once he decided to sit down, his body decided to take what it needed.
It is rare for the day goblin to sleep as deeply as he is sleeping now. Usually he is alert at all times and can jump into action at any moment. This world is dangerous after all. No matter whether you can die or not.
And the militant only starts to wake up as his shoulder gets nudged, followed by hearing a familiar voice. As he gets pushed a second time, he lets out a groan before his eyes finally open.
Niragi's tired body only allows him to become half awake as he glances over at the blonde, his brain unable to process fully what he is saying or doing.
He somehow knows that Chishiya wants him to get up, and so he does that before grabbing his rifle. His body still feels heavy, which causes him trouble staying up.
"Go where?" The day goblin then asks, trying his best to keep his eyes open. The last time he was this tired was when he lost his human form, but his mind wasn't able to make that connection at that moment.
He takes one step forward, trying to fixate on the other male while holding onto his rifle as tightly as he can.
“All that trouble for no next time,” Chishiya says, giving him one lazy glance over his shoulder. He keeps walking.
Niragi doesn't reply to Chishiya comment and instead watches the smaller male walk until he is out of sight.
Unwilling to let go the day goblin moves to sit in front of the other's door, putting his rifle behind him on the floor. That way nobody can steal it and he hasn't to hold it the whole time.
Time passes and after a while Niragi starts to feel tired and before he knows it he has fallen asleep.
Three steps. Enough room to reach the handle. Not enough to stop Niragi from remaining outside it all night, apparently.
Chishiya looks at the door, then back at him.
“Enjoy the hallway.”
He turns away from both of them and heads toward the stairs leading down to the party.
Niragi snorts clearly amused as Chishiya turns around and walks into the direction of the stairs leading down to the party.
"You really think I will let you disappear in the crowd? Fucking think again."
This time the militant's voice as a warning undertone.
"If you go downstairs now you will find that no one is moving even one muscle. No matter what pave you will choose I will see it and within the blink of an eye I will block your path."
Niragi’s hands disappear into his pockets. Chishiya’s remains at his side, nowhere near the handle.
He could have taken anyone. Even a corpse. He didn’t. And now he pretends not to see the difference.
“You do nothing but tell me you care,” Chishiya says. “So let me repeat myself: you are not invited.”
He shifts his weight, ready to walk down to the party on the ground floor if Niragi does not move. Not that he expects Niragi to learn the meaning of no after blissfully ignoring it for as long as Chishiya has known him.
It would simply be convenient for him to learn now, when even locks and walls cannot keep him out.
Niragi keeps his eyes on Chishiya's face, trying to read his expression before deciding what he will do next. He isn't one that is easy to read and in the end he simply listens to his gut feeling.
"When did I fucking say that I wanted to come inside, huh?" He asks, his voice once again slightly lighter than usual. "If that's what I wanted I would have brought us inside already. I just want to make a point that I will get inside whether invited or not if I really want to."
The taller male's lips curl up into another smirk, before he takes three steps away from the door.
"Come on and go inside. I won't stop, but I also won't leave." He says, simply wanting to get under the other's skin by patrolling his door for the night.
One moment, Chishiya draws in a breath at the prospect of having to go through the whole process of leaving again so soon. The next, he’s in a hallway, one arm braced against the wall, his head spinning like he got up too fast after too little food while Niragi lets go of the wrist he just grabbed.
His hallway. His door.
Which Niragi knows, apparently. And Niragi can transport another person in that flame form. His skin tingles, but nothing feels particularly out of place.
“You can take other people with you,” he says, carefully lifting his palm from the wall. The floor remains solid and even. “You could have done that the entire time.”
He draws that breath in again, glancing up and down the hallway, then at Niragi, who looks the same as always.
“Next time, ask.”
Chishiya straightens fully but does not put his hand on the door handle. He isn’t opening his room with Niragi standing there as though showing off a useful skill earns him anything. Letting the trip without warning pass is enough.
One of the first things that Niragi did after discovering all of his senses got sharper after becoming a day goblin was to find Chishiya's room. It had taken him about three days to let his nose lead him where the other's scent was the strongest. He is just glad that the smaller male can't know that he has memorized how he smells. To him, it has become a smell that is different from everything else.
Strangely enough, a part of him wonders whether the blonde would hate or like to know he has gotten under his skin so much.
He watched him from the shadows more than once, when he left and when he came back. He wanted to find out whether the blonde was planning something.
The militant's eyes briefly scan Chishiya, but it appears their little trip together didn't affect him too much. The distance wasn't far, plus he decided to go straight instead of dancing around in his flame form for a little while.
"Yes, I can take people with me. You're the first person I brought with me somewhere," he replies before letting out a snort. "Pretty much after practicing with different objects. But why do you sound like you dislike that I haven't taken you to places before, huh?"
Niragi lets out a small amused snort as the smaller male glances up and down the hallway. As he looks at him again, it's pretty clear that he is still unsure whether he can really trust his words.
"Bold of you to assume there will be a next time."
The taller male keeps his eyes on the other and his lips curl up into a smirk as he realizes he is unwilling to open his door while he is still around. "You realize I can get inside your room any time I want, right? So not opening the door now is useless."
The day goblin lets out another snort. Chishiya didn't need to know that he hadn't gone inside yet. He enjoys it more, to challenge himself instead of taking the easy route. Just as he had looked for the ID normally.
First person. Any time he wants.
Chishiya lets those two sit beside each other without allowing either one to touch the other.
Apparently Niragi can carry people with him. Apparently he chose Chishiya first. And now he stands outside Chishiya’s room, smirking as though being able to cross the door makes the distinction between inside and outside irrelevant.
It doesn’t.
“You brought me first,” Chishiya says. “Then immediately started pretending there won’t be a next time.”
His gaze moves to the door, but his hand stays away from the handle.
“Knowing you can get inside isn’t the same as being invited.”
"I didn't plan to bring you to your room like this." Niragi says while his hands wander into the pockets of his pants, the rifle still hanging over his shoulder.
"I'm not pretending, there won't be a next time." He replies, just keeping his eyes on the smaller male. "It just so happened that you're the first and last to bring. I could have gotten one of the dead players outside instead."
For a moment he looks at the other's hand on the door handle before letting out a snort.
"You really think I care whether you fucking invite me or not?"
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The asshole is a coward. It’s crystal clear the moment he doesn’t just come down on Niragi, keeps hovering instead. Even lets go of him like he has to stop, think, and readjust himself.
Niragi still gasps when he grinds down against him, leans in to kiss and bite him like that puts back the edge he already lost.
Niragi’s hand comes up, slides into his hair and around the back of his neck. The feel of it is familiar and not familiar at all, the copper-sweet smell of blood all around them, covering everything else.
He bucks up against him with a hiss, kisses him back just as hard and wraps his legs around him before pulling his head lower, teeth catching his ear.
“You’d rather have me fuck you, huh?” he rasps, dragging his hips up against him. “Fucking fairy.”
Niragi has no idea what keeps him holding back instead of simply letting things escalate. After all, it seems fate has already decided that this has to happen anyway, or why else do they meet again and again?
Or maybe this is simply because neither of them is used to giving control to someone else. No matter how one looks at it, it's fucked and there is no escape.
The day goblin's eyes stay closed after leaning in and biting, hearing the other gasp in reaction.
As the other's hand finds its way into his hair, it's his turn to let out a groan. And at the same time, he allows his mind to cloud over more. Being this close feels right and also wrong in a way at the same time. But he doesn't want to pull back or get away.
As Niragi feels his double buck up, he lets a groan slip into the kiss the moment the other returns it hard. As those legs wrap around him, the sound repeats before grinding down on him.
The day goblin's eyes open slightly as he feels the other's teeth against his ear. At the same time, his fingers find the front of the other's shirt again.
He lets it linger there before wrapping his fingers loosely around his throat. He doesn't plan to squeeze him just to see his reaction. "Isn't that what you want, huh? After all your legs are wrapped around me already," he whispers and bucks down the moment the other him's hips come up.
Meanwhile, his other hand wanders to the other's belt. He is almost sure the other gave up his struggle.
Niragi’s breath hitches when the hand settles around his throat.
Then nothing.
Of fucking course.
The coward just leaves it there, loose enough to be another question. Another thing held over Niragi while he waits to see what happens, like the pulse jumping beneath his fingers will tell him anything Niragi hasn’t already ground into him.
His mouth twists against the other’s.
“You’re still fucking asking, fairy boy.”
The hand at his belt moves, though. That’s something.
Niragi’s legs tighten around him before he can think better of it, heels dragging him closer while their hips meet again. He catches the wrist at his throat, but doesn’t pull it away. Pushes it down harder instead, forcing the goblin’s palm flush against him. Not enough to choke. Just enough to make the point.
His other hand stays buried in the goblin’s hair, keeping him close while Niragi turns his head and bites at the corner of his mouth.
“I let you get on top,” he rasps against his lips. “Didn’t give you shit.”
The fingers at his belt make his stomach tighten. Fear crawls up underneath the heat, sharp enough that his body wants to lock around it, fight it, shove the asshole off before this becomes something Niragi can’t take back.
He grinds up instead. Harder.
His eyes stay on the goblin’s even when his own want to close, chin tipped up into the hand around his throat like a challenge.
“Should I count until you lose your nerve, sunshine?”
Niragi can hear his double's breath hitching and once his fingers are around the other's throat he can feel his pulse quickening.
This whole situation is fucked up in its own way and the day goblin doesn't know what makes him hold onto the control he is barely keeping.
The other provokes him enough to make it a point that he wants things to escalate beyond the point of now return. And the militant fucking hates it to be called a coward. Because he is anything but one.
Niragi still thinks it's possible, though, that the other him will crash out if he choked him now and just keep all the control to himself. Whatever the two of them have now would go up into flames, and maybe he would regret it. And maybe he would say fuck it, treating his double roughly for a third time.
The day goblin's train of thoughts gets interrupted as he feels the other's mouth twist against his own. And as he hears those words he lets out a warning growl.
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