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Consider this a late Valentine's Day present!
Alcohol was not something he partook in all that often. If at all... Not that it was bad just that there was no time for such frivolous activities. He actually enjoyed the liquid, it rid the taste of poison that lingered on his tongue since he was a child.
Though he couldn't hold it as well as the person next to him who, at this moment, was not holding it all that well. To be fair, Hyuuga had ample amounts more than him. He made note of this by nudging another empty bottle on the table. He'd hardly get to have any if this kept up. Their blood made it a bit harder to get completely obliterated by liquid though he seemed to be the exception. Ayanami came to the conclusion that it was because he consumed food very rarely that alcohol in small quantities took him out worlds faster than Huuga.
Right now the major seemed to have reached that point where the darkness in their blood didn't matter anymore. Aya felt fingers curl at his side, a very intimate gesture seeing as the Major had to purposely slip past the military coat still over his shoulders protecting himself from such actions. A sober Hyuuga would-- well. He might still do that. No, no he absolutely would. The amount of sake bottles littered around his private quarters just told him a story that they'd be intoxicated actions this time around.
"Aya-taaan~" Hyuuga's face, alarmingly close to his, nuzzled against his skin just slightly.
"Hm?"
"Do you know what day it is~?"
"The cards I've been given by the female staff inform me that it's Valentine's Day," the commander mused.
"Aya-tan is always so popular."
"Unfortunately not in the right areas," If only the board liked him as much as the female soldiers.
"I didn't get any Valentine's again this year," The major pouted.
"It's because no one likes you," The silver haired man smirked as he took another sip of the sake in hand.
The other let out an indignant huff and tugged the commander closer to him, spilling his own alcohol in the process. "You're always so mean."
Well. He wouldn't argue with the intoxicated major, simply settling for resting against the warm body against him and attempting to continue to sip at the liquor still in hand. He enjoyed moments like these even if he couldn't really afford to have them. It reminded him of having wine with Yukikaze in the gardens... Now he and Hyuuga drank sake in the secrecy of his quarters.
This was a bit different, of course... Ayanami tilted his head up as the major moved to doing things that, this time, the commander was sure he wouldn't do if sober. Things that he wouldn't allow Hyuuga to do if they were lacking alcohol in their system.
He still had his secrets... Secrets he couldn't allow Hyuuga to know of. Secrets that could be found out if this was all done without the presence of alcohol. The kisses against his pulse could not be had or else the sharp major would notice the sluggish near nonexistent beating of a heart that had died long ago. He'd notice the coolness of a body that was living on borrowed time. But with alcohol Hyuuga's senses were not so sharp and the liquor added a warmth that his skin did not normally hold and he could pretend, just for a little while. He could slip off his gloves and roll up his sleeves... and pretend just for a little while that all was normal. He could have Hyuuga like this for just a few moments and it would be enough.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Aya-tan," he heard Hyuuga whisper softly in his ear, the liquor getting the best of him, and causing sleep to take hold. As it always did before things got too far. Not that he'd allow things to ever progress that far. Not under this pretense. It would be regrettable and shameful, something he didn't want that to be remembered as.
Not ever...
Such things were never meant to be no matter how much you may want them. Life was unfair. It took more than it gave and you had to live with that way of life for as long as you could.
Ayanami's hand reached up and curled in the dark hair of the other who had already drifted off due to the alcohol. It was the only reason he made the action now... The hair was soft underneath his fingers, for he rarely got to touch anything with his own hands, gloves being a near requirement at all times. Every time he allowed himself this small luxury he always remembered how it could be his last...
"Happy Valentine's Day to you as well Hyuuga, Let's do this again next year..." If time would be kind enough to give them another year together.
