#drunk C is emotional C and that’s why they aren’t too fond of drinking

[childrenofcain-if]

Drunk C will get my ass over and over again. Can we get a snippet of that though, dear Author?

you had been keeping an eye on C all evening, though you hadn’t meant to. it was hard not to.

they had always been a force of nature, sharp-tongued and quick-witted, always ready with a snarky remark or a sarcastic quip. but tonight, the alcohol had softened their edges, and you found yourself drawn to them in a way you hadn’t planned for.

C was giggling now, a sound so foreign coming from them that it made you raise an eyebrow. they were leaning heavily against you, their arm slung over your shoulders as you guided them through the dimly lit streets back to your residence hall.

their usual prickly demeanor had melted away, replaced by a warmth that was almost disarming. you couldn’t help but chuckle as they stumbled over their own feet, their laughter ringing out like bells in the quiet night.

“who knew you’d be such a lightweight,” you teased, adjusting your grip on them as they swayed dangerously to one side.

C pouted, their bottom lip jutting out in a way that was almost comical.

“am not,” they slurred, their voice thick with indignation. “i can hold my liquor just fine, thank you very much.”

“sure you can,” you replied, your tone dripping with sarcasm. “that explains why you’re currently using me as a human crutch.”

they giggled again, the sound so light and carefree that it made your heartbeat quicken. “you’re just jealous cause i had way more fun than you.”

you rolled your eyes, but there was no real annoyance behind the gesture. “yeah, you’ve got me all figured out. i’m just jealous of your impeccable ability to trip over literal air.”

C laughed harder at that, their body shaking against yours.

“you’re such an ass,” they said, although they didn’t sound angry at all. “but i’ve always liked that about you.”

you blinked, caught off guard by the admission. C had never been one to mince words, but they had also never been one to freely offer compliments, especially not to you.

you opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, they were stumbling again, and you had to focus on keeping them upright.

by the time you reached their suite, C was practically hanging off of you, their giggles having subsided into a soft, contented hum to a song you couldn’t exactly identify.

you fumbled with the key, your fingers clumsy as you tried to unlock the door without dropping them. finally, you managed to get it open, and you half-carried, half-dragged C inside.

their dorm room was dark, the only light coming from the streetlamp outside the window. you guided C to their bed, gently lowering them onto the plush mattress. they groaned softly, their head lolling to the side as they looked up at you with glassy chalcedony eyes.

“you’re so good to me,” they mumbled, their voice slurred but sincere. “i don’t tell you that enough.”

you felt a lump form in your throat, but you forced a smile. “yeah? well, don’t get used to it. i’m only doing this because D isn’t here to deal with your drunk ass.”

C pouted again, their lower lip trembling in a way that was almost comical.

“you’re so mean,” they whined, though there was no real heat behind their words. “i take it back. you’re not good to me at all”

you chuckled, shaking your head as you knelt down to take off their shoes. “yeah, yeah. whatever helps you sleep at night, lacroix.”

as you worked to remove their socks, C reached out, their fingers brushing against your cheek. you froze, your breath catching in your throat as they traced the line of your cheekbone with a tenderness that had your ribs creaking with the effort to keep your heart inside.

“call me by my name,” they murmured, their tone filled with a rare moment of soberness.

you frowned in confusion. “lacroix? i don’t kn—”

“i mean my first name,” C clarified, tilting their head as their eyes shone in insistence.

you swallowed hard then as you suddenly realised what they were implying. was it just you or was the room becoming uncomfortably hot?

“C?” you said, your voice barely above a whisper and you mentally patted yourself on the back for not stuttering.

the drunk student closed their eyes for a moment, an almost delirious smile taking over their face. their fingers still lingering on your face but the touch was now feather-light. “i’ve never heard something so beautiful.”

you felt your cheeks heat up, and you quickly looked away, focusing on the task at hand. “you’re drunk, lacroix.”

C vehemently shook their head in denial, pouting as you went back to calling them by their last name.

“you’re going to forget about this in the morning,” you spoke up before they could say anything, your voice tinged with sadness. “you’ll wake up and it’ll be like this never happened.”

C’s hand dropped from your face, and they shook their head again, more forcefully this time.

“no, i won’t,” they said, their voice firm despite the alcohol. “i don’t want to forget this. i don’t want to forget you.”

your heart clenched at their words, and you had to fight the urge to reach out and pull them into your arms. instead, you stood up, taking a step back to put some distance between you.

“you need to sleep,” you said, your voice gentle. “you’ll feel better in the morning.”

C’s eyes suddenly filled with tears, and they reached out for you, their fingers grasping at the air.

“don’t go,” they pleaded, their voice breaking as your jaw dropped in alarm. “please, stay with me.”

your resolve wavered as you looked down at them. they looked so vulnerable, so unlike the C you knew. the C who was always so guarded, so quick to push people away. the C who had never let you get close enough to see this side of them.

“C…” you started, but they cut you off, their voice desperate.

“please,” they whispered, their eyes locking with yours. “don’t leave.”

your heart broke at the raw emotion in their voice, and you found yourself nodding before you could stop yourself.

“okay,” you said softly. “i’ll stay.”

C’s face lit up with a smile that almost blinded you, and they reached out for you again, their fingers curling around your wrist. “thank you.”

you sat down on the edge of the bed, your heart pounding in your chest as C shifted closer to you, their head resting against your thigh. they let out a contented sigh, their eyes fluttering closed as they nuzzled against you like a cat.

“you smell so nice,” they mumbled, their voice drowsy. “mon étoile.”

you felt a lump form in your throat, and you reached out, gently brushing a strand of dark brown hair away from their face.

“sweet dreams, C,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “i’ll be here when you wake up.”

they nodded, their breathing already starting to even out as they drifted off to sleep. you sat there, your hand resting lightly on their head, your heart aching with a mixture of longing and sadness.

you knew that this moment was fleeting, that come morning, C would be back to their usual self, grumpy and distant. but for now, you allowed yourself to savor the rare intimacy, the warmth of their body against yours, the soft sound of their breathing. you closed your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the moment, knowing that it would be over all too soon.

but for now, you were content to just be here, with them, in this quiet, fragile bubble of peace.

[tinfoil-jones]

Endearment and Enmity: Chapter 5

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh. Title: Endearment and Enmity Rating: T-M depending on chapter, M overall Summary: When you’re literally married to the person you despise. Warnings: Homosexual relationships,vulgar words and adult situations. Author's Note: I don’t know why I wrote this. Chapter 5: The Devil Came Down to Kozue Jonouchi sat across from Kaiba at the table trying to not make his actual discomfort around the CEO any more blatantly obvious. It wasn’t enough he had to be seen exiting that ridiculous looking dragon themed jet, but to also be seen in public with Kaiba under the guise of matrimonial affection when there was absolutely none in reality. “Would you at least attempt to look like there isn’t a cactus up your orifice?” Kaiba scolded him quietly; earning a huff from the blond, although he was admittedly amused at the attempt at a joke. “The human body has several external orifices Kaiba, if you’re referring to the anus you’ll have to be a bit more specific.” Jonouchi cracked back; while Kaiba most likely had some rudimentary medical knowledge, there was no way it was as extensive as his own. That was one advantage the CRNA had over his… spouse. The CEO rolled his eyes “My statement still stands; I’m one of the most apathetic people I know, and even I can see you’re uncomfortable.” So maybe Jonouchi wasn’t the best at hiding his emotions. “I can’t help it you know, it's not like I expected a date.” Jonouchi said as he sipped his water - Kaiba was drinking sake, some fancy brand that the restaurant served. America didn’t offer much real sake and instead had a preference for wine and beers when it came to non-liquor alcohol at least, an observation Jonouchi made despite his abhorrence to drinking based solely on his interactions with his friends in the states. The brunet rose an eyebrow “Why? We are married, going to a restaurant is a standard type of date.” His monotone made it even more obvious he was talking down to him. “You do realize that right?” “Of course I know that!” He whispered harshly back “But let me remind you Seto Kaiba, the last few times we went to out to eat together - it was with your rich tycoon friends making business proposals, in which case I was a prop more than anything. And the first time we did, you ambushed me with the proposal that started this all. I was under the impression there was no underlying romantic connotations to this agreement.” “Nonetheless we do have appearances to keep up.” Kaiba explained nonchalantly, taking a mental note of the blond's fingers tapping on his own thigh. “Do you... ” Jonouchi kept tapping, a nervous habit he had picked up recently from being in the brunet's office hours on end, and being forced to listen to the constant typing. “Do you even like me, let’s not go as far as in a romantic sense, but do you even like me as a person?” “Do you, Kastsuya?” Kaiba countered back, seeming exasperated himself “I’m not even particularly discourteous towards you, but all I get is enmity in return. ” Jonouchi had to at least hand it to Kaiba, he had an extensive vocabulary for a guy who’s primary language wasn’t English. Nevertheless he… had a point, at least. It was true that besides a few half-hearted jabs at his intelligence, Kaiba hadn’t been cruel to him in the slightest, sure a bit distant but that was a given considering his profession. Jonouchi himself, however, made his dislike of his spouse no secret. “I’m at least trying, you are making this more unpleasant for yourself than I have.” Although he was well aware he was in the wrong and Kaiba had a point,, Jonouchi wasn’t one to give into the notion very quickly “We’ll excuse me for being married to an asexual sea sponge with the emotional capacity of a kitchen sponge- are you laughing?” He cut himself off from his rant when his… spouse, started to chuckle. “Asexual sea sponge?” Kaiba echoed, seeming amused “Not one I hear too often except from my brother. The media prior to you seemed convinced I was some sex crazed deviant. Rich equals playboy is a common assumption.” “Um… Okay?” Weren’t they arguing a minute ago? Kaiba was a confusing guy. Or perhaps his monotonous lack of emotion was just a front, perhaps he was more skilled at manipulating emotion than Jonouchi gave him credit for. He was definitely skilled at catching him off guard. The food was finally brought to them as Jonouchi was collecting his thoughts. Not up to continue their conversation, he ate quietly, but kept a displeased expression on his face out of spite. “I didn’t answer your question, you know.” Kaiba said as he ate neatly. “Are you going to?” Jonouchi inquired. “Only if you answer mine.” Jonouchi sighed deeply. “Look, I don’t - I don’t hate you okay? I mean, I’m not madly in love with you or anything because you’re an apathetic asshole who made it really fucking hard to save the world sometimes when we were younger because you didn’t seem to understand the concept of ‘one of us isn’t stronger than all of us’, but you have admirable qualities” The blond explained, but didn’t quite want to seem too fond of his counterpart “And… I guess you’re not ugly?” He offered. “Well, aren’t you amorous.” Kaiba replied sarcastically. “Well… Are you answer my question this time?” “Another time.” Jonouchi paused. “...Asshole.” “I never confirmed I’d answer if you did.” “You’re clever, even if you are an asshole, I’ll give you that.” “See, now is it so hard to be civil towards me?” “Yes, because you’re an asshole.” “Still going to compare me to an orifice?” That time Jonouchi actually laughed a little. Kaiba was a dispassionate individual, but he was kind of funny. That was something at least. Maybe… just maybe being hitched to him could be at least bearable. ...At least. ~~~ “How are you cold?” Kaiba asked, a few minutes after their flight back started. In the rearview mirror he had he could see the blond wrapping his arms around himself. “That place had the a/c cranked up as high as it would go.” Jonouchi answered, although also he hadn’t yet re-acclimated to Japan after being in Texas for so long. Anything under twenty-five celsius was cold to him. And he’d neglected to bring a jacket with him to the restaurant, a mistake he always seemed to make, but only when he went to places with the a/c up all the way. “I have my trench coat folded under my seat, you can grab it if you’re that cold.” Kaiba explained, Jonouchi looked at him dumbfounded “Well? Are you going to take it or not?” “It’s just… Was that a kind gesture? From you?” “I think we’ve established I’m not the Devil, Katsuya. ” Jonouchi shrugged and grabbed the aforementioned trench coat out from under the chair, he knew that Kaiba had multiple copies of his trademark white coat, but he was beginning to suspect he had one stashed in each mode of transport and/or place of dwelling. “My brother used it as a blanket frequently when he was younger.” “Thanks, Kaiba.” Jonouchi said as he draped the garment over himself. It smelled like a cross between new book and keyboard cleaning putty. The blond looked out and window and watched the quick, but brightly lit flashes of towns and cities, and the blur of clouds that they were passing along the coast “You know it ain’t a bad view from here.” He said almost softly, he was tired from the day and the full stomach wasn’t helping. “It isn’t.” Kaiba replied, still monotone. “You know, I just realized you’re operating a vehicle after drinking. Not very responsible of you.” The realization dawned on him; Kaiba had drunk a whole bottle of sake. “I can handle alcohol well.” Kaiba excused, not even glancing back. “You are a twig.” “And you’re an imbecile, if you want to continue this name-calling game. Relax, we’ll make it back to the mansion fine.” “I refuse to relax! You just drank whole bottle of forty-proof sake and now you’re driving a jet!” “Oh what are you going to do, breathalyze me?” “If I had one I would!” “It’s too late to protest now; we’ve already taken off and the next HLZ(1) I’m authorized to land on is fifty miles away a different direction.” “Well go in that direction then! I know you equipped this jet to take turns and god help me if I’m going to die in a plane crash it won’t be in this one!” Jonouchi practically growled - while he could tell that Kaiba could handle his alcohol extremely well considering his underwhelming build, he still wasn’t going to take that risk. Kaiba was silent at first, but then he sighed and shifted the control stick of the jet “We’ll land there and spend the night in a small house I have hidden in that area, okay? If you’re going to be touchy about drinking at least voice your concerns before we take off flying.” “Fine.” Jonouchi agreed with a sigh of relief, he turned his head again to stare out the window. He blinked once or twice before everything went dark. ~~~ “Hmmnpph...” Jonouchi hummed as the darkness transitioned to fuzzy light, and he blinked until it was clear. He was still lying down as he lazily looked around to study his surroundings. He was in a modest looking averaged sized room, not too different from his own bedroom at the Kaiba mansion. It had a desk, a dresser, a closet and a bedside dresser. He was lying in a queen sized bed with beige coloured sheets, under a fluffy dark blue comforter, and head resting in on a pillow that matched the beige color of the sheets, there was a second pillow being occupied by Kaiba-. Wait. Wait just one minute. Occupied by Kaiba? Kaiba was lying in the bed with him. “AHHHHHH!” He cried out and tried to shove Kaiba out of the bed, however Kaiba’s side was against the wall so Jonouchi just ended up pushing himself off. His shouting coupled with the shoving and thudding against the floor did succeed in at least waking the brunet up. Now on the floor, Jonouchi rolled onto his back and looked up to see Kaiba peering down at him from the bed. “What’s wrong with you?” “WHY ARE WE IN THE SAME BED?!” Jonouchi practically screeched, scooting up until he was sitting up to glare at the CEO. “You were asleep when we landed, I drove us here and you were still asleep.” “BUT WHY THE SAME BED?!” “This is one of my small safe houses, there’s only one bedroom.” The brunet explained as he got up and grabbed a shirt from the closet. So Kaiba slept shirtless, even worse. “Besides, we are married, it’s not exactly a new concept that we’d share a bed at some point.” Jonouchi scowled as he adjusted to sit criss-cross, then noticed he was in a plain white shirt and sweat bottoms. “Did… did you change my clothes?!” “You are a heavy sleeper.” Kaiba deadpanned. Jonouchi got up and was extremely tempted to just punch him but opted not too, punching his own spouse reminded him too much of certain bad memories, no matter how much he didn’t like Kaiba he wouldn’t do anything like that. He wasn’t that type of man. “Did you touch me?” He asked harshly, his fists balled. “If you mean inappropriately, of course not. I know your opinion of me is low, but I would never stoop to molesting you in your sleep like some greasy pervert.” Kaiba stared down at him hard, clearly offended by the accusation “If you’d believe that, that would be pleasant. Now, before you ask, all I did was change your shirt and trousers, I did not take your undergarments off. Now, leave me alone, I’m not in the best mood without my first cup of coffee.” With that, Kaiba turned and walked out of the room. Leaving a dumbfounded, albeit kind of guilted, Jonouchi. “...Asshole.” He muttered, and looked for something in the closet to change into. ~~~ Authors note: Originally I was going to call this chapter ‘A Date with the Devil’, to refer to Jonouchi’s disdain towards Kaiba, but somehow that turned into The Devil Came Down to Kozue, as a pun on the song ‘The Devil Came Down to Georgia’. Kaiba continues to leave his feelings towards Jonouchi vague. I’ll give you a hint; they’re not strong. Yet, at least. If you’re wondering where I’ve been, I’ve just been swamped at work and now once I go home all I want to do is sleep, eat and complain.