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It wasn’t out of the norm for Sigma to go out once he was finished with work for the night, nor was it unusual for his destination to be an expensive bar. The unusual part was that he found himself in a mafia-affiliated bar, and that he wasn’t there for work purposes…not really. He meandered between tables, taking a seat at the counter and smiling at the bartender who nodded his head politely.
“What’ll it be, sir?”
Sigma hummed while he thought about it. Best take it easy, a sweet little cocktail to put the faint pang of anxiety that was his constant companion at ease.
“A Cape Cod. Top shelf, if you don’t mind. Thanks.”
His drink arrived promptly, and the first proposition of the night arrived only moments later.
“You here all by yourself?”
The seat next to him was taken by a suit—expensive fabric, fitted, tie still in place. What gave him away as a Port Mafia grunt and not anybody of consequence was the fact that Sigma didn’t recognize him—Sigma was well acquainted with the top brass, as a result of his job.
“I am,” Sigma answered easily, taking a sip of his drink. The vodka was smooth as silk.
“Shame for such a pretty girl.” He’d turned from the bartender to face Sigma completely, his gaze intense.
Sigma was aware of what he looked like—long hair, eyelashes dark with mascara, and the suit he chose that day was rather on the feminine side with a fitted waist, flared out at the hips, and wide pant legs that left room for his heeled boots. His nails were manicured, though it was a simple French tip design that week. He tapped them against the wood of the bar, not taking offense at the assumption.
“Well, I see you’re using it to your advantage regardless,” Sigma smiled, not giving the man—boy, more like—more than a side glance.
“Yeah, you got me,” he chuckled. “I must have seen you just as you got here. I still can’t believe I managed to get to you first.”
“And you’d like me to leave with you, is that it?”
“Well…” The grunt took a swallow of his drink before setting the mostly-empty mug on the bar top. “That’s the idea, yeah.”
“Hmm,” Sigma thought, tucking an errant strand of lavender behind his ear. “I dunno. I think sleeping with a mafia grunt is a little below my station,” Sigma sighed, though his tone was teasing.
“What makes you think I’m a grunt?” he asked, pulling at the lapels of his jacket self-consciously.
“Your appearance is impeccable, don’t worry—however, that’s the same reason I know you’re a part of the guerilla forces. Probably hoping to become a part of the Black Lizard someday, hm?”
“Uh…yeah,” he said, surprised. “You got that just from looking at my suit?”
“I know the expectations of your superior, and how strict he is with the appearance of his squads. If you don’t have the authority to dress outside of the standard suit and tie, that tells me you’re lower on the totem pole.” Sigma took another sip and smiled as he set it back on the bar with a soft clink. “Am I correct, Chuuya?”
The grunt froze, watching Sigma turn to look just over his shoulder at the seat behind him.
“You are,” Chuuya said from behind the grunt, lifting his own drink up in a small toast. “And I find myself wondering why one of my new recruits is bothering one of our most esteemed business partners while he’s trying to enjoy a drink at our nicest establishment. I'm drawing a blank.” His tone was neutral, but the grunt understood the threat regardless.
“Sorry, sir,” the grunt stuttered, jumping out of his seat and bowing deeply to Chuuya. “And, uh, s-sir,” he bowed to Sigma after. Sigma waved him off with a dainty flick of his fingers.
“Have a good night, grunt,” Sigma winked before the boy flushed and disappeared into the crowd. “Don’t be too hard on him,” he added after a moment, speaking up a little so that Chuuya would hear him. “It was a nice little ego boost.”
Chuuya stood and slid into the newly vacated stool, sliding his wine glass over as the barkeep disposed of the grunt’s abandoned beer.
“Figures you wouldn’t even be mad,” Chuuya sighed, swirling his drink around the glass. “You’re too forgiving. Be a little more assertive.”
“I don’t have to be, I’m not busting heads in the mafia,” Sigma laughed. “It was a simple mistake. I don’t expect everybody to know how to refer to me by sight alone. And I'm not going to start handing out business cards with my pronouns on them at the start of every conversation.”
Chuuya muttered something unintelligible into his wine glass.
“Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate your concern for my honor,” Sigma snickered. “But I did rather enjoy the attention. Are you going to make up for chasing the poor boy off?”
Chuuya met Sigma’s eyes over the rim of his glass, trying to read him.
“Going to mix business with pleasure?” Chuuya asked after a moment. It was a loaded question—confirmation of their intentions, and the consequences they would risk.
“I’m not here on business,” Sigma answered easily with a coy smile, finishing his drink.
“Then I guess that leaves pleasure,” Chuuya gave a little smirk on return, downing the last dregs of his own drink before he stood, offering a hand to Sigma. The barkeep nodded his thanks as Chuuya dropped a generous amount of money next to their glasses.
“For the record, your suit is also very nice,” Sigma noted, taking Chuuya’s gloved fingers in a loose grasp. His suit was a tasteful navy, accented with a maroon shirt. Sigma also spied a few cross crossing lines of black leather over his vest, hinting at a holster…or a harness.
“Thank you,” Chuuya preened, his free hand sliding across the brim of his hat as he led Sigma to the front door.
“Come over to my place,” Chuuya said once they were outside.
“Alright,” Sigma breathed, glancing between Chuuya’s blue eyes and his mouth.
The drive over to Chuuya’s penthouse was short and luxurious—Sigma made more money than he could ever use in his lifetime, but Chuuya’s executive salary was even more going by the car and its interior. Then there was the penthouse itself, furnished decadently and with such a specific taste that he knew Chuuya had done the shopping himself.
Sigma didn’t bother waiting once his boots were off. He turned, leaned down and caught Chuuya in a kiss, neither slow nor gentle to start the pace for the night. Their jackets were quickly discarded as they made their way through the penthouse, and Sigma’s pants were open and being pushed down his hips before the backs of his knees hit the edge of Chuuya’s bed.
All it took was one gentle push to his sternum and Sigma was on his back, quickly scuttling up to make himself more comfortable after kicking off his pants. He’s glad he wore the black lace panties now, after waffling about it earlier that day. Chuuya was nearly drooling while he stared, undoing the top couple buttons on his shirt.
Sigma parted his legs invitingly, and Chuuya was helpless to crawl onto the bed after him, dropping his weight on top of Sigma and pushing his thighs open wider, grinding his still-clothed cock up against him hard as he mouthed up the column of Sigma’s pale throat.
There was something incredibly exhilarating about watching Chuuya’s hands touch him, knowing the kind of dirty work he did for the Port Mafia. They slid up Sigma’s waist, skating over his ribs and disappearing under his dress shirt. There was a pause as his fingertips touched at the edge of Sigma’s binder.
“Can I…” he started, but cut off when he felt Sigma tense, withdrawing his hand like he’d been burned. “I’m sorry, I—“
Sigma was shaking his head, scooting back a little but grabbing Chuuya’s hand to keep him from pulling away too far.
“We’re not alone,” was all Sigma said in response.
Chuuya blinked, then narrowed his eyes as he followed Sigma’s gaze to the chaise near his closet.
“Well, don’t stop on my account. I’m quite at my leisure.”
“Fuckin…” Chuuya muttered, sitting back as he felt his hard on disappear. “What the fuck are you doing here? And why didn’t you say anything?”
“I had business to discuss with one of my executives, chibi. I didn’t expect you to actually have company…let alone that it would be Sigma. Which, excuse my rudeness, good evening, Sigma.”
Sigma blinked owlishly back at Osamu Dazai, Port Mafia Boss and the man Fyodor regularly referred to as “that slimy bastard.”
“Good evening, Dazai,” Sigma half-laughed, half-choked out.
“Fuck that,” Chuuya snarled, dismissing the fretting Dazai was trying to use to break the tension. “If this was really important, you’d have summoned me to your office. I don’t have time to fuck right now, in case you haven’t noticed.”
“On the contrary, that’s exactly what you’re using your time for,” Dazai smiled, though it was hardly amiable.
Chuuya tutted, but didn’t bother trying to argue the point. “This ain’t a fuckin show, bastard. We’re not doing anything if you’re going to sit there watching.”
Dazai let out the most put-upon sigh and stood, loosening his tie. “Well, if you insist. I guess I’ll just have to join in.”
Sigma had never seen Dazai outside of strict business matters, where he wore his usual black overcoat and maroon scarf. Now, as he stalked over to where Chuuya was hissing at him and Sigma had relaxed back against the headboard, Sigma saw that Dazai was wearing a charcoal and gray color scheme, with no overcoat or scarf to be seen. The bandages he’d seen around the man’s wrists were wrapped all the way up to his elbows, where they disappeared under his rolled up sleeve cuffs. His tie was the most hideous shade of mustard yellow, and it was just strange enough to warrant a bemused giggle from Sigma’s lips. The sound caused both other men to pause in their back-and-forth bickering, looking over to Sigma’s amused smile.
“I didn’t realize you two were…involved,” he commented lightly, his still-parted thighs falling open as he sat back more comfortably against the pillows and headboard.
“Like fuck we are,” Chuuya muttered, but the way he allowed Dazai’s ungloved fingers to wind into his hair told a different story.
“Though his personality could use some work, he’s got a pretty face…lucky for you, eh, Chibi?” Dazai pulled lightly on the hair wound around his fingers, at which Chuuya let out an involuntary moan.
“Don’t be mean,” Sigma chastised, feeling out this strange dynamic he found himself in the middle of. He played with the lace edge of his panties, fingertips pushing under the elastic to roll the material between his fingers.
“If a dog misbehaves, it should be punished,” Dazai shrugged, his eyes falling to the movement of Sigma’s hand. “Chuuya doesn’t know any other language.”
Sigma begged to differ, but let it be for now.
“I suppose I don’t mind the direction this is going,” Sigma started carefully, eyeing Dazai’s form. “But as I said to Chuuya earlier, this is strictly pleasure. My normal rates still apply when you need a favor.”
Dazai smirked, letting go of Chuuya’s hair to push him down onto his back, then pulling at the straps of his harness lightly before unbuckling it and pulling at his shirt.
“Don’t worry, I don’t intend to take advantage of you.”
“I’m sure, considering you found nothing of interest on my phone earlier, hm?” Sigma smiled sweetly.
Dazai could only bark out a laugh, finally setting one knee on the bed between Chuuya’s legs.
“Can’t blame me for trying, information broker.”
“I can, but I won’t. Not this time,” Sigma sighed. “Mostly, I’m insulted. You think I’m naive enough to carry anything of consequence with me? Or that I wouldn’t notice the attempt?” He slid his fingers under the lace of his panties, impatient and flushed as he watched Dazai methodically undressing Chuuya, who was surprisingly quiet.
“I think you’d be surprised how many people will trade security for convenience,” Dazai murmured, pulling at Chuuya’s side to encourage him to turn over to his hands and knees, then pulled his briefs down his muscled legs and left him naked, apart from his choker. “As for the attempt, I would love to know how you were alerted when you were so…otherwise occupied,” Dazai smirked, grabbing a handful of Chuuya’s ass.
“Well, I guess you know your secrets are safe with me. For the right price, anyhow,” Sigma huffed, rubbing his clit leisurely as he watched Dazai smack Chuuya’s ass lightly. “And that last part is classified.”
“Go help Sigma out, darling,” he purred, before he began to undo his own shirt buttons. The time for discussion was apparently over.
Sigma bit his lip as Chuuya crawled across the bed, his hands landing on Sigma’s soft thighs and sliding up as he settled between them. He cupped his thighs and pulled him forward until he was more laying than sitting, and he glanced up before moving to pull at his panties. Sigma licked his lips, pulling his hand out and moaning softly when Chuuya grabbed it to pull his fingers into his mouth.
Dazai clicked his tongue, reaching out to pinch at Chuuya’s thigh. “Get on with it, porn star.”
Sigma huffed a soft laugh, but lifted his hips to let Chuuya pull his panties off, and slid his wet fingers instead into Chuuya’s hair.
There wasn’t as much whim that went into the decision to proposition Chuuya as one might think. Sigma was used to calculating chance by way of probability forecasting and statistics, and as random as human behavior could seem, it really wasn’t as disorganized as it might first appear. Combine that with Sigma’s vast information network, and he nearly had the night scripted without Chuuya’s knowledge.
Would Chuuya be in the city on a random Friday night? High chance yes—while an executive of any company (legal or not) has a chance of traveling for any number of reasons, Chuuya’s specific function was as a combat and tactics trainer, and more importantly as the Boss’s personal bodyguard. Sigma had it on good authority that Dazai had been within the city, so check for that box.
Would Chuuya be at the bar Sigma chose, or would word get to him quickly if not? Again, high chance yes—because Sigma chose the bar Chuuya normally haunts on weekends, on the ground floor of the western Port Mafia tower. If Chuuya wasn’t there, it was likely that one of his underlings—Tachihara, and sometimes Hirotsu, as smoking was allowed inside—would be, and as both knew Sigma’s face and importance, they would immediately notify their superior if they saw him in mafia territory. (Case and point—Sigma clocked Hirotsu as he walked in. Chuuya appeared less than five minutes later.) Check.
Was Chuuya interested in Sigma physically? Through firsthand observation, there was a 100% chance that he was. Would he actually take the step and either ask or agree to a one night stand with a business associate? The probabilities were less certain for this query. Chuuya was rarely in a situation that could be interpreted as a date, let alone as a hookup. Most of the time, he was in Dazai’s company, which—seeing now that their relationship was obviously beyond normal business parameters—made a lot of things make more sense. Unfortunately, that rather tanked the odds being favorable to the answer of Sigma’s next, and most important question:
Was Chuuya good at eating pussy?
Thankfully, the answer seemed to be a resounding yes.
Sigma couldn’t help the moan he let out when Chuuya plunged his tongue inside of him, barely taking the time to pull his slick folds apart before he dove in. Sigma spread his thighs as far apart as he could, letting his head hang back as he fisted his hand in Chuuya’s red curls, pulling desperately to keep him close.
There was no clue as to how long had passed when Sigma cracked his eyes open at the feeling of the bed dipping under Dazai’s weight. He still had his shirt on, though the tie was gone and the top three buttons were undone, revealing—more bandages. Were he in a headspace to care, Sigma may have remarked on it, but at the moment it was at the bottom of his priorities.
Dazai sat behind Chuuya, and judging by the moan into Sigma’s cunt and the motion of Dazai’s arm, he’d taken the liberty to start fingering him. Chuuya pulled away, his breath hot and wet against Sigma’s thigh, and Sigma couldn’t help the whine he let out at when he didn’t replace his mouth after a few moments, even after pulling insistently at his hair.
“Don’t be selfish, lovely,” Dazai murmured lovingly, his visible eye heavy as he took in Sigma’s heaving breaths. “You can multitask, can’t you?”
Chuuya grunted, his back arching suddenly when Dazai pressed hard against his prostate, then fell limp for a moment before he took a breath, pulled Sigma’s folds apart again, and closed his lips around his clit to suck hard.
Sigma screamed, his entire body tensing up at the onslaught, Chuuya going back and forth between rubbing his tongue over him and giving a harsh suck.
“Don’t be mean either,” Dazai chastised, and Chuuya relented. He slid a finger into Sigma, which quickly turned into two, as he lapped lazily at his clit. Dazai seemed to approve, pulling his own fingers from Chuuya to grab a condom.
“How are you feeling, Sigma?” Dazai asked, smiling.
“I-I’m, uh,” Sigma stuttered, one hand fisted in the sheets while the other was scratching at Chuuya’s scalp.
“You wanna cum?” Dazai asked. “Or do you wanna get fucked first?”
“Yes,” Sigma hissed, his hips rolling insistently into Chuuya’s face.
Dazai chuckled lowly, prying Sigma’s hand from Chuuya’s hair. He pulled Chuuya back by the choker around his neck, making him gag for a moment before he followed the motion Dazai wanted.
Sigma whined again, arching his hips up in a fruitless attempt to get Chuuya to continue.
“Patience, angel,” Dazai smirked. “This will require some finesse.” Dazai reached around to fondle at Chuuya’s cock, his legs shuddering as he tried to stay still while Dazai rolled a condom onto him.
“Give Sigma what he wants, won’t you, darling?” Dazai murmured into Chuuya’s ear, biting at the pierced lobe before he sat back again.
Chuuya had the good sense to glance up for permission before he did as he was bade. Sigma’s eyes were dilated until he could barely see the pink around his pupils, but he blinked and swallowed, meeting Chuuya’s gaze.
“You can,” Sigma smiled tensely. “Hard.”
Chuuya shuddered but nodded, sitting up to line himself up properly. Sigma bit down on his lower lip as he watched, moaning softly when he felt him entering, then gasped when he pushed forward suddenly and sheathed himself without giving Sigma any warning. They both moaned before Chuuya started a fast pace, his hands gripping Sigma’s hips hard enough his knuckles turned white.
It was good, rough and sweaty and exactly what Sigma had been wanting. The only complaint he had was that Chuuya was already nearing the edge, his hips stuttering as he tried to keep a consistent rhythm. When Sigma opened his eyes, he found the source of the problem, which was inevitably whatever Dazai was doing to him just out of sight.
He lasted only a few more moments before he shoved in hard and came, moaning lowly until he finished.
Dazai pulled at Chuuya’s waist and shoved him to the side none too gently once he pulled out. Sigma was breathing hard, but not so close to his own edge that he was delirious any longer.
“Is it my turn, sweetheart?” he asked, slowly stroking his own cock as he took in Sigma’s haggard breathing, thighs still spread open obscenely, hands clutching the pillows above his head. Dazai still had his shirt and pants on, though the latter were shoved down low on his hips. When Sigma nodded in response to his question, he put his own condom on, and leaned down to cover Sigma’s trembling body with his own.
“We do it my way, though.” Dazai turned Sigma’s face up to his own and closed their lips together, pushing his tongue in immediately as he lined himself up to press his cock in right after. Sigma keened, muffled into Dazai’s mouth, and his body arched when a smooth pace started, his legs wrapping around Dazai’s thin waist.
Sigma felt pinned, unable to move as both wrists were caught and held in a punishing grasp, Dazai’s other hand holding his lower back up in an almost painful arch. Sigma could hear the obscene, wet noise of his cunt with every drag of Dazai’s cock in and out of him, the sound pulling a moan from him as he tried to throw his head back. Dazai didn’t let him, grunting out a low noise of disapproval as he bit down on Sigma’s lower lip hard, slowing his pace as punishment.
“You wanna cum, sweetheart?” Dazai smirked against Sigma’s lips, unable to help himself to lick back into his open mouth before waiting for a response.
“You know I do,” Sigma huffed after Dazai had his fill, pulling back to take a breath.
Dazai didn’t bother replying beyond a soft chuckle, leaning back and ignoring Sigma’s loud noise of protest when he pulled out. He glanced to the side where Chuuya watched silently, though his hand was suspiciously close to his growing erection.
“Feeling left out, lovely?” Dazai asked, tone light before he looked back to Sigma's frown. “Turn over,” Dazai ordered, tapping at Sigma’s side.
Sigma’s eyes darted between Dazai’s (somewhat irritatingly) serene face—the side that wasn’t bandaged, at any rate—and Chuuya, who had perked up at his words.
“This is why I prefer to sleep with women,” Sigma grumbled, but moved to do as told.
“Nobody’s making you do anything, angel,” Dazai chirped as he settled on his knees behind Sigma. “But if you’re so inclined, I’m sure Chuuya would appreciate a favor in return, hm?”
“I’m not against it,” Sigma mumbled, motioning Chuuya forward to settle in front of him. “Just don’t like the assumption.”
Sigma pulled his long hair over one shoulder, lamenting his lack of a hair tie, and leaned down to lick a stripe up Chuuya’s cock. He moaned in response, fingers gingerly smoothing over Sigma’s hair and landing on his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of the shirt still clinging to his shoulders.
Dazai watched for a few moments, waiting until Sigma closed his lips over the head before he pushed back into his loosened cunt, humming a small noise of pleasure when he easily bottomed out. Sigma moaned, muffled though it was, which in turn had Chuuya groaning, and Dazai enjoyed his chain reaction immensely with a steady, smooth pace.
Eventually, Sigma’s hips began to twitch, one of his hands moving from Chuuya’s hip to slide between his own legs, sacrificing some control for his own pleasure. Dazai tutted, but allowed it for a moment, cutting off his own startled grunt when Sigma’s walls clenched around him as he started rubbing at his clit.
“You don’t have to do all of the work, sweetheart,” Dazai remarked after a few moments, reaching around to slide his fingers along Sigma’s belly until they closed around his wrist, pulling his hand away. “Let me show you that not every man is useless, hm?”
Sigma had just relaxed his jaw enough to take Chuuya deeper, felt him touching the back of his throat when Dazai ran his fingertips around the base of his cock where he was buried so deeply it made Sigma’s eyes roll. He pressed as if he were going to try and fit his fingers alongside his cock—Sigma was equal parts terrified and excited—but all he did was collect the slickness dripping from his stuffed folds and trail up to his clit, continuing his leisurely pace that was more of a grind than a thrust.
The sudden stimulation made Sigma choke around Chuuya and he pulled back to get his breath a let out a loud keening noise as Dazai rubbed his clit artfully. He could feel himself dripping at that point, pushing his hips back into every roll of Dazai’s.
“Don’t forget what you were doing,” Dazai tutted, pulling his other hand from Sigma’s hip to push his head back down toward Chuuya.
“You’re so—so—“ Chuuya cut off, moaning helplessly when Sigma swallowed him down again, the vibrations against his cock pushing him close to the edge. He moaned out some garbled version of Sigma’s name, nails digging into his shirt and leaving scores in the fabric as he came.
Dazai watched with a heated gaze as Sigma pulled off, coughing. The fluttering around his cock was heavenly, but when Sigma came and clenched on him hard, he finally felt far enough gone to follow, grunting lowly as he rutted over Sigma’s back until he was finished.
It didn’t take long for Sigma to excuse himself to the bathroom, though he did accept a wordless invitation for a smoke on the balcony before he left. He inhaled deeply, still a bit hazy as he leaned on the railing, overlooking all of Yokohama’s teeming nightlife.
“That wasn’t new for you,” Dazai commented, exhaling his own drag from his seat a few feet away. Chuuya was on Sigma’s other side, also leaning on the railing.
“Nope,” Sigma sighed, not moving his dispassionate stare.
“So…you and—“
“I wouldn’t mind doing this again,” Sigma interrupted. “It was pretty good, all things considered. But it’s casual. And I don’t want you prying into my private affairs.”
“He won’t,” Chuuya grunted. “And neither will I.”
Sigma glanced at Chuuya, who was so cute in that moment with the most earnest expression, and then he looked over at Dazai, who was staring with an unreadable look. Sigma met him head-on until he folded, lifting his hands and shoulders in a placating shrug.
“There’s no point in trying to get information on you,” was all Dazai said. “Nobody is willing to risk your cold shoulder. Or Fyodor’s hit squad,” he muttered the last part inaudibly.
“So you’ve tried,” Sigma huffed, turning back to the cityscape. “I guess I’d be more surprised if you didn’t.” He took one more drag before crushing the lit end in the ashtray provided, pulling his hair back behind his shoulders and standing up straight.
“Well, I’m off, then. Thanks for…a good time,” Sigma smiled, walking back inside and disappearing.
Chuuya followed Sigma’s form until he couldn’t see him any longer, then turned to level a venomous glare at Dazai.
“Don’t even start,” Dazai sighed, swirling the amber contents of the whiskey glass he’d produced from somewhere.
“Fuck you. The one time I’m able to get away from you and have something for myself—“
“Don’t be like that, darling,” Dazai purred, standing smoothly. He left his dead cigarette and whiskey behind, reaching out to cup Chuuya’s face with both hands. His grip was gentle, but his eyes were hard and full of sadistic mirth. “You belong to me. You can’t have anything to yourself.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to Chuuya’s forehead, then turned his head to the side to murmur into his ear, “And don’t pretend like you don’t get off on that.”
Chuuya could only lift his hands to grip at Dazai’s elbows, unable to answer with anything but an affirmative—so he remained silent.
—
Sigma was finally laying on his own bed—clean, naked, and tired. He was on his back, damp hair spread out above him as he closed his eyes.
“It went well, then?”
He wasn’t surprised, but he was annoyed by the second uninvited visitor of the night.
“You two really are the same person.” Sigma sighed, rolling over onto his elbows. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you both at the same time. Coincidence?”
“What, me and Dazai?
“No, the other super genius in Yokohama.”
Fyodor chuckled, shifting his weight as he stood in Sigma’s doorway. His accent was barely noticeable when he was alone with Sigma, which was a change from the thick Russian staccato that could normally be heard coming from his office.
“I thought you were going to visit his little Pomeranian.” Fyodor slunk forward, coming to a stop at the side of Sigma’s bed. “Don’t tell me you bit off more than you could chew.” He slid a hand up the back of Sigma’s calf, the corner of his lips rising in a smirk.
“…It wasn’t planned,” Sigma admitted. “More on that later, though,” he mumbled, dropping his face into his pillows as he kicked errantly at Fyodor’s touch. “I’m tired.”
“Too tired for me?”
“Yes.”
Fyodor laughed. He didn’t leave until late the next morning.