firstsaderesponder

[One of his main complaints during Cordis and the triple moons is that-

Things tend to get foggy.

He's not unaware of what's happening around him, but his judgement and senses are dulled and that keen edge he's cultivated over the years vanishes with that brilliant blue moon. Things tend to get out of hand and that's not necessarily bad or new. It's not unlike him to lose that tight reign of control he has over his emotions, but this-

This is unacceptable.

It started as a fight. He remembers that. A typical evening for them that somehow ended up with him recognizing Sougo was an Iris for the very first time during that tumble, but-

Before he could really think about it, that fight turned into a different sort of clash. A meeting of lips, a desperate attempt to control, an intimate exchange that he's trying not to recall, but every part of him aches in a way that proves they definitely had a hectic night. His neck burns from the memory of a collar that had been placed around him at some point during round two and he-

Sougo's behind him. In the bed.

And Caesar's on the edge of it, legs swung over the side to pull up his pajama pants-as if literally covering up will help him forget this ever happened. His eyes are piercing the wall in front of him because that's the only thing he can bear to face right now. The sheets behind him are twisted from their night and-

Their night and-

He abruptly stands, pointed amber ears perking high in the air and his blond tail puffs up twice its original size from his growing annoyance.]

I know you're awake, stronzo. Go back to your own room and we'll never speak of this again.

[The moons make you do weird things. And sleep with weird people.

Case in point: this babyfaced sadist and this grumpy beefcake.

A fight over who puts the plates in the dishwasher is never just a fight, is it? That's already a regular occurrence in the Okita-Zeppeli household. A fight with Caesar might as well be another daily meal for Sougo. But this time, clearly, Caesar was the one who initially the kiss, okay. That's what Sougo will say and he's sticking to it. But Iris already made him feel needy and with the adrenaline from the fight kept spurring him on. Until...it finally happened.

You know what they say about assuming, Caesar. Sougo was having a nice nap on your bed until you ruined it. His butt feels...really weird. Thanks to that Iris lubed asshole, it doesn't hurt. And any rough treatment would heal up instantly for Sougo anyways. Besides, bottom or not, Sougo is the one who wants to be rough! But that night was the first night that anyone, even in Prismatica, had taken his ass. Congratulations on this accomplishment.]

Nah. Your bed's too comfy.

[Sougo thinks his bed is comfier, but even in a half-sleepy stupor, he wants to be the contrarian little fucker he is. As Caesar stands, Sougo rolls over so that he's laying down on his back, taking up as much space of the bed as he can.]

[Cool, cool, cool.

He's going to be an asshole until the very end, huh? This is the worst case scenario he had prepared for, thankfully, because Sougo always seems to go that route. It doesn't matter if the situation is as mundane as arguing over chores or moments muddled by the moon's influence. He will always choose the method that provokes him the most and right now-

The fool splays across his bed like he owns it, acting every bit like a petulant child that was just told no.

Caesar knows from experience that dragging him is a chore. He's a squirmy, fast little creature and the effort won't be worth the reward. Not when he can-

Place both hands under the edge of his mattress and push it up with every bit of strength he can muster. If he can't flip mattresses from time to time, what's all this beef even for??

Anyway, Sougo's going have to make a choice and Caesar can only hope that decision involves a satisfying drop to the ground.]

[Why comply with what Caesar is asking? That's boring. It's more fun to rile him up because that is so, so easy to do. Sougo was anticipating some sort of reaction, any reaction, but it looks like Caesar is getting smarter. Good for him. Sougo enjoys a challenge.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Caesar go for the bed and Sougo braces himself. 3...2...1...and we have liftoff. Sougo forward rolls and lands on his feet. He's been in enough fights and sticky situations to know how to do it. The infamous collar from last night plops down right beside him as well. He grabs, buckles it together, and then casually twirls it around a couple of his fingers. Still naked, still obnoxious.]

Wow, no cuddling, huh? It's so rude of you to treat your lovers like that. You treat all your signorinas this way?

[...Although it's still Triple Moon right now. Sougo wouldn't mind cuddling. Especially with how huge Caesar is. He could cling onto that beef like he's a giant muscular teddy bear--ugh, Sougo catches himself thinking this way again.]

[As a child, he remembers being afraid of monsters under his bed.

He never thought, in his wildest dreams, that he would find a monster in it. Maybe that's where he went wrong. Maybe that's where the Zeppeli curse started-he's been focusing in the wrong direction from day one.

The naked bastard reacts and that adaptability would be impressive, if it were anyone but him showing it off.

He drops the mattress with a dramatic thump and-

The twirling collar catches his eye first. It spins and spins and Caesar can only sputter out a slew of Italian profanity at the sight of it. Sougo has some nerve.

But he can't do this while the asshole is naked, so he reaches down into a nearby drawer and rips a second pair of pajama pants free. Will this guy wear them? Probably not, but Caesar's not tossing them his way out of kindness. In fact, those pants?? Infused with hamon.

Enjoy that electric shock, bastard!]

Cazzo! You'll accept what you've been given and get out.

[Not only did Caesar find a monster in his bed, he fucked that monster. ~~And enjoyed it?~~

Sougo notices Caesar looking at the collar like a cat ready to pounce--what a coincidence. For all his anger and bitching, looks like there's something that attracts Caesar to the collar.]

What, did you wanna wear it again?

[Sougo gets his answer when he sees the pants flying towards him. He knows what's coming once Caesar starts throwing things. The most natural way for Sougo to react involves swinging a sword, reflexes built from years of training and real combat, but he's unarmed and in enemy territory. Think fast. There's the floor lamp at the bedside; Sougo grabs it and swings those pants right back. Pajama pants aren't the most aerodynamic material, huh.

And hey, if Caesar turns out to be into swordplay maybe Sougo can remember to bring it during their next moon-addled tryst.]

[The venom in his expression could kill a man. Caesar would love nothing more than to strangle Sougo with the same collar he's holding and bury the entire memory in the backyard.

He sputters out more curses-a resounding no and-

The hamon infused pants don't hit their mark-Sougo, as usual, reacts in a way that would be impressive if Caesar wasn't on the receiving end. He ducks-both pants and lamp smashing into the wall behind him. The hamon crackles and disperses against it, while the lamp shatters to the floor.

Great.

But you know what? Fuck this naked guy and his stupid collar and their stupid moons.

If distance attacks don't work, then he's going to go the old fashioned route here.

And just try to punch that smug face in instead.

He takes a step forward and dramatically points at him, then the door.]

This is your last chance-leave now.

[Will the hamon pants and lamp leave a mark on the wall? Whatever, Sougo doesn't care about that. It's not his problem.]

Oops.

[He doesn't sound shocked at all and merely shrugs seeing the carnage of Caesar's things. As his roommate dramatically points, Sougo looks unmoved. Who was Caesar to tell him what to do? Besides, Caesar was the one who started this, pheromones be damned. In a blatant mockery of Caesar, Sougo points at him, and then towards the bed.]

I'm not leaving until we cuddle.

[Eww, cuddling, what is he?

He's an Iris. Of fucking course. It makes him clingy, but not any less of an asshole.]

Besides, maybe it'll do you some good. You seem like a guy who's angry all the time 'cause he's not hugged enough.

[The problem with-

No, one of the many problems with Sougo fucking Okita is that he is, if anything, a man that follows through. Whether it's a threat or an action-he will do it, no matter how outlandish the statement may be.

That I'm not leaving until we cuddle is definitely a threat and Caesar is torn between throwing him out the window or killing him where he stands to end this nightmare.

It doesn't help that the moon is pressuring him to stay in contact with the man-that cuddling doesn't sound like the worst way to start his day and if it were literally with any other living soul on this planet, he would do it in a heartbeat.

But then he starts talking again and-

Isn't that just the problem? He's always talking and prodding and provoking every instinct that makes him want to crush the man with his bare hands.]

I'm not angry all the time-only around you. Get your hug from another. Not that you'll find anyone who will want to hold you in their arms.

[True to his word, the spicy Italian man is angry. But Caesar's thoughts are correct. Sougo will follow through on his threats, and when he doesn't, it's because he wants a reaction. If Caesar thinks Sougo will obey him that easily, he's a fool. Obeying Caesar would mean Caesar would have won, and we can't have that here. As much as he feels Iris dulling his edge, Sougo can't have that. Not at all.

Sougo's aware that Caesar's the same way, though. He's got to think of some way to break this stalemate, this showdown of an unstoppable force vs. immovable object. For now he'll pick up the collar, go back to Caesar's bed and sit there, wrapping his bat wings around himself.

Um, enjoy the Iris juice on your bed later, Caesar???]

It's really annoying how you won't listen. But I'll be patient this once.

[He wants his cuddles, okay.]

I'm not listening?

[The man makes his move and while Caesar had been ready for another tousle-to watch one of his cheap furniture pieces get destroyed again, all Sougo does is sit on his bed.

Flipping the mattress didn't work, yelling at him didn't work, fighting, he knows from experience, won't end in anything more than the same stalemate they're currently in and-

Caesar's all too aware of the way his tail's puffing up at his agitated state. It's twitching erratically, smacking at the air like it's trying to attack Sougo itself.

And it's unfortunate, really, that this is partially his fault. They both ended up in the same bed of their own questionable will and Sougo must hate this as much as he does.

It's silent-he watches, waits, hoping that the idiot takes the hint and wanders out like a dejected animal, but-]

Two minutes.

[Because he wants the man out of his room and he thinks it will piss Sougo off to have this memory once Iris is over. Two minutes is his opening bargain-the amount of time he thinks he can stand to have his arms wrapped around his shitty roommate without losing his mind.]

That's what you get. No more, no less and then you will leave, capisce?

[Unfortunately for both of them, Sougo matches Caesar in stubbornness. He won't wander away just because Caesar will ignore him. Sougo will always make it so that you can't ignore him. As Caesar hesitates, Sougo looks at the cat man's (because let's face it, he doesn't really look like a boy) tail. Even as Caesar appears to think it over, his tail betrays his true anger.

Sougo was half-expecting another fight for his cuddles again, so he's pleasantly surprised that his temporary partner relented. Secretly happy, even. Of course, he won't feel this way after Iris is over. As soon as that moon comes around, it's mostly sex and cuddles on the brain.]

Yeah, sure. But gimmie a hug first, Zucchini.

[Can't go without a jab, can he? He opens his wings and holds out his arms. The roommate has to do all the work to come and cuddle him obviously. Be careful of Sougo's antlers.]

Now it's one minute. Keep using those stupid nicknames and you'll lose all your time.

[The provocation rolls off his shoulders because he's used to Sougo's particular brand of bullshit. The real shocker is the zucchini's are only making an appearance now. It's so stupid. He hates it and wants to retort by beating him into the ground and teach him a lesson with a hamon infused punch to the face.

This cat and mouse game will end one day and Caesar's just waiting for the opportunity to catch this slippery man off-guard.

And he's acutely aware of how those open arms look like the gates of hell opening to engulf him. He can almost smell the brimstone and fire.

It takes him a long second to shuffle back on the bed-his back pressing against the headboard and one arm slinging around the moron's shoulders.

It's tempting, for a brief moment, to raise it and crush Sougo's neck in crook of his elbow, but-

He refrains for now and this lazy arm looping is all he's going to get. This is torture and he's not going to work to suffer longer against this man.]

[Hey, after a night with Caesar's Zucchini, maybe that's what came to mind.

Sougo did look like the spitting image of a demon with his arms out, with the bat wings and his horns making him look like a proper demon. Luckily for Caesar, Sougo wants his cuddles, so he'll behave. For now, at least.]

So it's one minute now? You said "no less." You're really gonna go back on your word, huh.

[His roommate may not be into it, but Sougo moves closer to press himself against this behemoth of a man. He wraps his arms around Caesar's waist and tries to rest his head on Caesar's chest--well, as far as his antlers will allow.

It's a little awkward for Sougo too. All of his interactions with Caesar involve conflict and antagonism, even when it comes to sex. So to quickly switch to cuddling like this...weird. He can't complain about the chroma boost though. He sighs contentedly, enjoying the moonlacing again while it lasts.]

[Caesar's tempted to shove Sougo's face into the pillow right then and there. To flip them over, smother the man in the fabric, and figure out an alibi for what will be his first and only murder.

The urge grows stronger when those antlers poke under his chin and against the sore skin around his neck where the collar had been wrapped around.

The uneasy peace between them would be easy to snap, but he doesn't. The man's arms wrap around him and it doesn't feel bad. As on edge and bitter as he is about the entire situation, there's a mutual benefit in sitting here for the full ass minute he plans on staying.

The two minutes he'll sit here silently with his arms loosely wrapped around his shoulders because it makes him feel better to know he could strangle him at any minute. And he is, unfortunately, a man of his word.

Two whole fucking minutes.]

You're awful at this.

[You had your chance, Caesar. You could've killed him. Sougo probably is an unkillable little cockroach, but you could at least have said you tried.

Once again, give Sougo an inch and he'll take a mile. He's not counting, because he wants to cuddle for as long as possible. It's not that he's ~soft~, it's just Iris and he needs that chroma, okay. He'd probably get more of a boost if Caesar was actually fully enjoying the experience, though.]

You're the one not giving me a full hug. I'd ask to return this teddy bear but this is the only one I got. How do you know the time, anyways?

[He'll destroy a clock in the room if that's an option. But until Caesar shoves him off (or attempts homicide), he'll still cling onto that beef.]

[He wants a full hug?? Fine, Caesar will happily wrap both his brawny arms around this scrawny little nobody and squeeze as hard as he can.

Maybe this will get him to stop talking.

Enjoy being suffocated against his beefy abs, Sougo!!]

[Oh shit oh shit oh shit--

Fuck you Caesar, he's not a masochist! Sougo's squirming right now to try and loosen Caesar's grip. But there's fight in his hurried movements. With some muffled groaning, Sougo tries to claw at Caesar's back and wiggle his head around so his antlers can pierce something. He'll even try to bite if he can.

Also look, he may be the assigned bishounen of the series, but he's not scrawny. Though anyone may be scrawny compared to a JoJo character.]

[You asked for a hug you feral nightmare!!

He gets bit. He gets poked with those spiky horns and-

All it does is make Caesar double down on the intensity of his 'affection' for this absolute piece of shit.

He stops short of actually suffocating him though, letting go with an abrupt and cocky-]

Your time is up-feeling better?

[Even if Caesar isn't actively trying to suffocate Sougo, this is what it feels like. Ugh, curse this stupid need for affection. This wouldn't have happened if he hadn't needed it. Then again, that goes for this entire debacle in general.

As soon as Caesar lets go though, Sougo's looking a bit...unresponsive. Eyes closed, he seems to flop in Caesar's arms. He's at least still breathing, though. He's actually trying to play dead (play faint?) but we'll see if it works.]

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