seechainsaw | [RL with Justin and Kid]

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[RL with Justin and Kid]

Giriko had to admit that it had taken him a bit of time to get his head back on straight after the last couple of revelations and events.

But even though he couldn't actually remember much of his drunken conversation with Henry a couple of nights ago, he felt better. He felt a little bit like a decision had been made, or at least that Henry had his back, which was more than he ever would have expected - and a lot more than he probably deserved.

So it was frustrating to him that Justin hadn't magically gotten over his issues at the exact moment that Giriko had. With Justin avoiding him and only talking to him as much as he was required to do in Team Meetings with His Fucking High Noahness and his little cocksucker, life at the headquarters was a lot more boring than it should be. And it was Justin who'd wanted him there so bad in the first place!

That fact was giving Giriko a pretty damn good idea, all on its own.

He knocked on Justin's door, pounding pretty hard so the priest couldn't claim not to have heard it. And if Justin ignored it anyway, he was fully prepared to kick the damn thing in.

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Justin groaned in annoyance. He really thought he'd managed to escape that time. "Why do you care so much?" The priest briefly debated trying to say he hadn't been avoiding Giriko, but he knew that there was no way he could make that argument make any sense in the slightest. "There's a saying about sleeping dogs I think you need to be reminded of."

"Oh yeah?" Giriko took a step closer to the younger man, his lips spreading in a smirk. "Why, you gonna hold me down and pound my ass if I don't leave it alone?"

Stage one of Operation Get-Justin-The-Fuck-Over-Himself had been completed.

Now it was time for stage two.

Justin's glare returned full force at that. "Very funny," he said, sounding distinctly not amused at all. He resisted the urge to step back himself, but he wasn't about to let Giriko win this... Fight or whatever it should be called.

"Do you really have to continue to bring that up? I wouldn't think you liked the idea of getting overpowered by someone a fraction of your age."

"No, I fuckin' hated it," Giriko said sincerely, his eyes flashing faintly with banked rage, then returning to the expression of eager smugness. "But that was a virus. If you tried to pull that on me now, I wouldn't have been tryin' to get away, got that? It'd have been you getting your ass pounded, but I'd have been right there with you."

He took another step. "But seems to me that that virus may have made ya horny, but it didn't pick who you'd go after for you. Which makes me wonder - why me?"

Justin sighed irritably. Yes, yes, Giriko, keep telling yourself that and maybe it'll be true in some universe where Justin isn't able to kick ass. He probably would have tried saying something like that out loud, but he couldn't help but notice that angry look in Giriko's eyes and it kept him quiet.

He continued to stand his ground, ignoring how close Giriko was starting to get. "I figure it's because you were the closest target. And-" Justin bit the inside of his lip, not really meaning to let that 'and' slip. But now he said it and he seriously doubted Giriko would let that slide. "And I think I remembered the first night you got here, when you commandeered my bed, and figured it meant something."

Giriko knew that in an outright fight Justin had the edge. He hated that fact. It made him feel crazy just to think about it. But he was pretty confident of his prowess in bed, and was sure that in a different situation, he could come out on top.

His eyes lit up at that 'and', and his smile widened as Justin continued. "Oh yeah? You figured it meant somethin'. Or maybe you knew it was 'cause I was fuckin' tired and didn't have a bed - but you hoped it meant something."

He reached out as he spoke, intending to catch Justin by the back of the neck and curl his fingers in his short blond hair.

Justin didn't bother ducking away from Giriko's hand. He couldn't afford to show weakness, show how uncomfortable he was talking about all of this. And the hand in his hair wasn't the worst thing in the world.

"Don't be ridiculous. Listening to you snore is not my idea of a good evening. Obviously I was talking about my thought process during the virus." That slight pink tint now coloring Justin's face was all in Giriko's head, if he even bothered noticing at all.

Oh yeah, he was blushing. That was as good as a signed affidavit to Giriko.

"Obviously," he said sarcastically, his fingers tightening in Justin's hair. "God, you're fulla shit."

He leaned closer to kiss him, hoping he wasn't about to get a blade in his gut.

Justin didn't pull away, didn't draw his blade. The only movement he made was to put his hand against Giriko's chest, not pushing away, just making it clear that he could and that he had at least thought about it.

He didn't lean in closer to Giriko either, though, making sure that the chainsaw was clear that the kiss hadn't been his idea, even if he wasn't fighting against it.

Giriko felt the hand at his chest, and felt Justin trying to hold back without actually fighting. That was okay. He could try all his bullshit pretend games all he liked. It wouldn't change what Giriko knew - that Justin wanted Giriko to fuck him.

He drew the kiss out, his other hand slipping around to the small of Justin's back as he slid his tongue into Justin's mouth. His tongue ring added a little bit of extra stimulation as he deepened the kiss.

Justin whined into the kiss, the sound only barely audible. His hand stayed up against Giriko's chest still offering up no resistance to speak of. He might have even given in just a little and started to return the kiss.

He pulled back, though didn't try to shake off Giriko's hands, looking uncharacteristically shell-shocked for a second before recomposing himself and insisting that the pounding in his ears must have just been from the bass coming out of his headphones. "We still have that meeting. We're already late." Justin couldn't quite imagine what he was going to say their reason for being so late was. 'Sorry, we were making out a little bit in my room' didn't seem like the right thing to say somehow.

Giriko scowled. He had heard that whine, felt him begin to respond. He had seen the shell-shocked look on his face.

He had him. He knew he did.

"Fuck the meeting," he growled, and leaned forward to continue the kiss.

Justin didn't pull away. Not immediately, at least. "We have to go." A beat, and his eyes flicked to the floor.

"Later. Noah shouldn't keep us for too long." He could scarcely believe he let himself say that aloud, but he only said it because he was fairly certain that it was the only way to convince Giriko to let them leave.

Giriko was an immediate gratification kind of guy. But then again, this was Noah. Noah didn't scare him like Arachne had scared him, but it was still not a great idea to get onto his bad side.

"Yeah...okay. Later." He gave Justin another quick kiss, a promise for later, then drew back and turned away.

"Hey," he said casually, as he stepped into the hall. "You ever heard of people's souls gettin' hurt? I mean, like...breaking?"

Justin followed, raising an eyebrow at Giriko's question before leading them to the basement where Noah probably was. "I don't believe so, no. Maybe once, if ever." Shibusen had possibly mentioned something like that, although rather cryptically from what he could remember.

"Is there a particular reason you're asking? Because I doubt you could somehow attack someone by doing that." Justin doubted that there was much that could warrant that much damage. He turned his head to read Giriko's answer as he continued to walk.

Giriko chewed on his lower lip, but he didn't want to talk about this where Noah could hear it, so he couldn't procrastinate for too long on his answer.

"Some asshole told me that was gonna happen to me," he said. "Like...that I was gonna fight some Shibusen guys, but my soul was gonna break and I was gonna die."

Immediately after saying it, he felt like a fool. This was his problem to solve, not Justin's. And besides, telling someone something like that...wouldn't it make him look weak? If he couldn't even fight a couple of kids without his soul breaking apart, he was useless. Noah would probably throw him away.

He clenched his fist and glared down the hallway as he walked, his shoulders slightly hunched as he brooded over it.

Justin stopped walking and stared directly at Giriko. He was kidding. He had to be. He kept waiting for Giriko to start laughing, point at him and call him an idiot. Nothing.

"So don't fight them," he said at last. It was an obvious solution, but it was also probably the best one. "You can avoid it, can't you?"

That was probably the last thing Giriko had expected to come out of Justin's mouth. He stopped and turned around, looking back at Justin with surprise written all over his face.

"I guess so," he said. "But what the fuck am I supposed to do instead? I mean, I want to kill those assholes!"

Justin took a few steps forward so he could speak quieter and still have Giriko hear him. "I'm not planning on staying with Noah forever." Or for very long, for that matter. "He's just going to help me find the location of the Kishin and once he does, I have no purpose in staying here. And neither will you." He sighed. "You'll get your opportunity another time, is all I'm trying to say. Another time when it might not cause your soul so much damage."

With that, he continued walking, figuring the matter was settled.

Giriko blinked in surprise at Justin's words. After a moment, he moved to catch up, falling into step with the priest.

He still wasn't sure what he'd done to earn Justin's...appreciation. But he was growing more and more happy that he had it. Despite his words during his recent bender, he really did have two people who did, possibly, care if he lived or died. Even if it were just a little.

He didn't dare say anything to acknowledge Justin's words, but he slung an arm around the younger man's shoulders briefly instead, giving him a squeeze that might have even looked affectionate, if one didn't know his nature.

It was an acknowledgement, and a signal of appreciation. He was pretty sure Justin would get the message.

Justin smiled for the briefest second, reaching to give Giriko's hand a similar squeeze.

By the time they reached Noah, however, Justin made sure that they weren't too close to each other; Noah seemed like he would be the type to exploit any sort of information he could get his hands on. The meeting itself was quick and painless; new orders, kill little miss Albarn, that would hardly prove to be difficult.

Giriko on the other hand had been assigned shinigami-sitting duty for the next few hours. Evidently Woodchuck's - or whatever his name was - bitch slapping hand had gotten tired and needed a break. Justin hung around, not really sure if he should go back to his room or keep Giriko company for the duration of his shift.

Giriko had the same instinct. He entered the meeting room a moment after Justin, lagging behind by a few steps and slouched in, hands in pockets, as if he had been behind Justin by accident.

He sat up with a bit more interest as Noah gave him his assignment. He'd been curious about talking to the Shinigami kid ever since he arrived, but hadn't wanted to talk to him while Gopher was around.

Noticing that Justin was hanging around, he met his eyes and smirked widely, then jerked his head slightly. Then he turned to head towards the room where the Shinigami was being kept.

Once Gopher and Noah stopped paying much attention to him, Justin followed Giriko into the room where Kid was suspended from a sheet of paper.

At the moment the little Shinigami was sleeping as best he could, head tilted at an odd angle so it was leaning on one of his raised arms. He didn't stir when the two men entered the room, his exhaustion allowing him to sleep soundly despite the awkward angle of his neck.

Giriko was quiet for a moment, watching him. His skin was marked with bruises in places, and his hair and clothes were ragged. He looked pretty small and pathetic right now, helpless.

He glanced at Justin, assessing him with curiosity. Justin had been at Shibusen for a long time, hadn't he? Maybe he and the little Shinigami had been friends before the little brat helped to invade Giriko's home and kill his Mistress. How would he feel about this?

Giriko slapped Kid hard across the face. "Wakey wakey, brat."

Kid bit back a grunt, and forced himself not to wince too obviously. He'd long since learned he'd end up screaming his throat raw if he didn't keep himself quiet. Besides, he wanted to keep his pride. No matter what happened to him, he wanted his pride when he got out of this.

The side of his lip curled into a smirk. "No wonder you couldn't protect Arachne if that's how you hit." Truthfully it hurt like hell, but he couldn't admit that.

Justin remained quiet, trying to not draw too much attention to himself. He wasn't too sure he wanted Kid to notice him and officially declare him a traitor. But he didn't know Kid that well, either. He'd pretended to be his friend but other than that, he knew nothing about him.

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