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[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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