seechainsaw | [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 could feel the blood pooling in the hallows of his neck. It was relaxing in a strange way. Or maybe Giriko laying on him was the thing that was actually relaxing.

And then, shame. Ego crushing shame.

"You... Colossal... Ingrate!" He was shaking with rage, but he for some odd reason couldn't bring himself to just kill Giriko, so he had no way to let it out for once.

The reversal was, in a word - confusing. Giriko pushed himself up with his arms and looked down at Justin with a perplexed look on his face.

"What!?"

Justin, growing increasingly more red in the face, rather obviously from anger rather than a blush, and seriously resisting the urge to slap Giriko across the face, couldn't do a whole lot other than glare. "You... You... You stupid... Bastard!" He started squirming backwards away from Giriko, hoping to get off the bed and slip his robes back on.

What the fuck.

No really, what the actual fuck.

Giriko let him squirm out from under him, too gobsmacked to put up any real resistance. But as Justin slipped off the bed, he recovered his voice.

"You fuckin' two-faced pussy," he snapped. "You seriously telling me that after lying there and practically begging me to fuck you, now you're gonna pull this kind of bitchy shit!"

"I never begged you!" Justin spat back, starting to fasten his robes back into place. He couldn't quite stand straight up on his wobbly legs, and he was forced to lean on the mattress more than he would have liked, but he felt too damn outraged to make a show of that. "Nothing I did constituted as begging you!"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Giriko snapped, grabbing his pants and pulling them on in quick, short jerky movements. "You liked it! Don't try to tell me you didn't, because that's bullshit!"

"Self-serving hedonist," he mumbled, marching indignantly to the other side of the bad to glower at Giriko. "What's wrong with me? No, what's wrong with you!?" Justin could honestly feel his voice straining. All the yelling he was doing was not good for him apparently.

"What?!" Giriko exclaimed, jumping to his feet and glaring right into Justin's face. "What the fuck did I do that you didn't like so much?!"

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. And that's what bothered Justin so much. A million excuses that sounded somewhat ridiculous but were at least better than the truth flew through his head, but he just couldn't seem to articulate any of them. So he stayed quiet and hoped Giriko wasn't planning on hating him because of this.

Giriko waited. And waited a bit more.

Then he smirked.

"I didn't do a fuckin' thing wrong, did I?" he said smugly. "You're just pissed because you liked it so much and you're ashamed."

Justin still didn't answer, instead taking a step forward and leaning his head against Giriko's chest. He was too damn tired to argue, that was all. There was an actual reason he was mad, he just was too tired to express it. He could blame it all on exhaustion. Exhaustion and the fact that he didn't feel like talking.

Besides, it was hard to say Giriko did anything 'wrong'. He never really fought back too hard. Next time, though, he wasn't going to end up on his back. All this had done was taught him that was a bad idea. He wouldn't be caught unaware next time.

Okay that was unexpected. Giriko blinked, then slipped an arm around the boy and let him rest there, all confused again. Justin was mad, and now Justin was...what? Cuddling?

"See you ruined the fuckin' mood," he said quietly, rolling his eyes. "Now we're dressed again."

He sighed and tugged his jeans off again - they'd been barely on and not done up anyway - then drew Justin towards the bed again. "Nap time," he said firmly.

Justin wasn't really sure if he was expected to take his clothes off too, but he opted to unbutton his robes just in case Giriko did want them off. He didn't fight the push towards the bed at all. Honestly, he'd been looking forward to this and he was extremely thankful Giriko hadn't decided to banish him across the hall because of his freak-out. Or maybe that was actually his goal? Justin didn't really know anymore.

Giriko was pleased that Justin took the initiative of unbuttoning his robes. He pushed them off unceremoniously, then sat down on the bed and stretched out, dragging Justin down with him.

"Stop being a moron and go to sleep," Giriko said, rolling onto his stomach with one arm flung possessively across Justin's chest. "Second lesson. You don't flip out after fucking. You go to sleep."

Justin hummed a bit irritably at watching his robes get dumped onto the floor. Giriko could have at least put them on a chair or some such thing, but he didn't have much of a chance to dwell on that before getting shoved onto the bed.

He curled up against the chainsaw, lightly gripping his arm. "My greatest apologies," he said sarcastically, but he still looked rather content despite the acidic tone.

"Good," Giriko said. He hauled the blankets over them and shoved his nose into the crook of Justin's neck, relaxing just like that and fully intending to fall asleep right there.

[RL with Justin and Kid]

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