Nightshift 27: M49

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Nearly as soon as the doors unlocked, Yohji pulled out the pack of cigarettes and the matches. Ignoring his roommate and any protests he might have, the assassin placed one of them between his lips and lit it up with practiced motions. He took a drag on it and closed his eyes, almost in bliss, before releasing the smoke and letting it drift to the

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He was honestly going to go get drunk in a place like this. It didn't really strike him until he was outside Yohji's door. He couldn't even pretend it had something to do with getting out or forging alliances or even pilfering some some alcohol for weapons. He was pretty sure he could ask easily while they were sober without the assassin batting an eyelash at him.

He just wanted to loosen up for a while. Did that mean this place was really getting to him, little by little, making him compliant? Cliff didn't know. He wasn't really in a fighting mood right now, that was for sure.

Who've I been kidding? I'm no soldier. When it comes down to it, I'm just another guy.

He didn't know why he was smiling either. He knocked the door before opening it, conscious of the fact that Yohji would have a roommate too. "Hey, are you decent in there?"

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Yohji ignored the flailing of his roomate when he lit up. It was his room too, and he really needed the nicotine right now. He wasn't going to stop smoking just because some new guy thought he had a clue about what was going on. How irritating.

He lay back on his bed until his heard a knock on the door and Cliff's familiar voice calling out. "Come in!" he replied, grinning slightly. At least it should be a relaxing night.

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Cliff opened the door. He smelled the cigarette smoke before he saw Yohji; it was pretty strong after only the institutes's antiseptic smell for so long. Cliff wasn't a big fan of cigarettes, but it was like taking a step back in time.

He moved further into the room and took a seat on Yohji's bed. Or his roommate's. He didn't really care which.

"Sorry, forgot the cookies." Cliff said, raising his hands in mock surrender. "I know, I know, it's tragic. We'll just have to make do, huh?"

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Yohji chuckled softly and smiled at his friend before stubbing the cigarette end out on the wall and dropping it onto the half finished plate of food. He'd savoured this one. No sense going through the quickly and wasting them when he didn't know when he'd be able to get another pack anytime soon.

"I guess we'll just have to go with the milk then," he replied laughingly and moved over so he could pull the bottle out from underneath the mattress. "Stolen from the dear doctors."

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Cliff grinned at the sight of the bottle in Yohji's hand. "And suddenly I appreciate them."

His grin turned challenging, slightly taunting. If there was anything Cliff couldn't resist, it was a contest. "Better pace yourself though, kid. It'd just be a waste of alcohol to try out-drinking me."

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"Yeah, seems like they're good for something after all," Yohji replied with a smirk. He unscrewed the top of the bottle and held it out towards Cliff. "Sorry I don't have any glasses. We'll have to uncivilised heathens."

Yohji met Cliff's challenging grin with one of his own. "We'll see," he replied.

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"Well, since it's you I'll put my delicate sensibilities aside." Cliff replied with a wink, accepting the bottle. He wasn't so unaccustomed to it, but it felt like it had been a hell of a long time since he'd last done something like this.

Cliff tilted the bottle back and took a swallow. The stuff was scorching, but it was damn good. "I'm no expert, but I don't think I could afford this with a year's pay. Guess the doctors do alright for themselves." He considered handing it back to Yohji, but he paused instead, teasing. "You really want it back?"

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"Great, I'd hate to see you miss out because the glassware isn't up to your exacting standards," Yohji said, flopping back down on his bed comfortably. He was already feeling much better, just from having some pleasant company that he didn't share a past with. "And it does seem like a good year. It's got to be a 20 year old at least."

He looked at Cliff curiously when the man's tone changed, a playful smile curving his lips. "Hmmm... I think so. Wouldn't have stolen it if I didn't want to drink it."

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Cliff took another drink, smaller than the last, but the fact that he took his sweet time more than made up for it. He hadn't really gotten into a good fight for ages, and Yohji's smirk looked promising.

"Yeah?" He leaned over to rest the bottle on the desk. "Then come and take it from me, kid."

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Yohji just watched the other man as he took a long slow drink from the bottle, a hungry light entering his eyes at the sight of it. Cliff definitely knew how to tease a guy. Made Yohji want to pounce him there and then, but he'd hold back for now.

He stretched langruously, grinning at the other man. "Well, if you put it like that..." And then he darted forwards.

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Yohji was faster than he was. Cliff could have already guessed as much before the other man manged to knock him back onto the mattress. Too bad it was such close range, and Cliff was stronger.

The Klausian smirked. He put all his strength into throwing Yohji off him so he could pin the man back against the mattress. "Is that all you've got? Geez, I've had more trouble with a wet paper bag."

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Yohji landed heavily, the larger man knocking the breath out of his lungs as he was pressed down against the matress and held there by strong hands. Not, of course, that he entirely minded losing this little game. He licked his lips slowly.

"I'm more of an ambush fighter normally," he explained. "Taking people by surprise..."

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"Kinda sucks for you. I'm more of a hands on sort of guy." The alcohol wasn't having that much of an effect on him, but if he didn't pull away now he wouldn't be pulling away any time tonight. His eyes lingered on Yohji's lips.

Fuck. It was like some bad romance novel.

Move.

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The assassin arched one eyebrow at the comment, his smile only widening. "Really? Shame I didn't know earlier. Hands on is always... entertaining." He was probably pushing it a little... or a lotwas probably more accurate. But he stretched cat-like beneath Cliff's body, definitely teasing now.

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That wasn't what he meant by move.

He had so many reservations earlier, and right now it felt a lot like Yohji wasn't the one being taken advantage of. Maybe he'd just been lying to himself to keep out of this. It was his style to act first and ask questions later. What did he have to lose in this crazy place? It was just sex. By the time they got out, it'd be meaningless.

"I could teach you a thing or two, if you'll return the favour." Cliff moved his face closer to Yohji's, inviting instead of teasing. He wasn't holding the other man down so he couldn't push away if he wanted to. They weren't going back now. Cliff leaned in and kissed him.

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Yohji's eyes widened slightly as Cliff moved in close, all the teasing suddenly gone from his expression. This was far more serious that a few jibes or taunts. He swallowed and then nodded, a shade of a smile gracing his lips. "I'll teach you whatever you want to know," he replied, a purr in his voice.

He closed his eyes when Cliff's lips met his own, savouring the touch. After a moment, he kissed back, tongue flickering against CLiff's lips.