RP Log - Akaya, Bunta
When: August 30th, after this post.
What: Sometimes an unsatisfactory situation turns out for the better.
He wasn't exactly sure what he was going to say, but it was something Akaya figured needed to be done sooner or later - and at the rate things were going it'd definately have to be sooner. Not that he didn't have his own doubts but it certainly seemed like something Bunta wanted and that was the way it'd always been - what Bunta wanted, Bunta got. But then again it wasn't like Akaya wasn't at all interested, but more of what effect it could have on an already peculiar friendship.
His book was slammed shut and pen dropped on his desk, gaze flitting over towards a small clock. Two minutes. Two minutes left and Bunta wasn't there yet. "Es ist vielleicht besser so." He muttered to himself. One minute and thirty seconds - still time.
One minute, Bunta calculated when he came to a stop outside his best friend's dorm room. His breath came in short fits, gasping and frantic. He cursed the dark-eyed bundle of sex appeal on the other side of the door, totally annoyed by the time limit he had been given. His annoyance gave the knock that followed his glare at the wooden barrier extra pep, causing the sound to echo down an otherwise empty hallway, because any student focused on his studies would have already been in bed, sleeping away the hours before their first class.
Bunta still didn't get what the rush was all about, and thought that his best friend could have given him enough time for his dish to finish cooking. More than that, he couldn't believe he was letting Akaya gain him a failing grade on the homework he was supposed to turn in the following day.
Akaya nearly jumped out of his seat when the knock came, so focused on his clock that he hadn't been paying much attention to anything else. Huh. He came. At least that was what Akaya was inclined to believe given the invite (or demand, whatever), it couldn't be anyone else.
Out of his room he sauntered, making his way towards the door and flinging it open. Without a word he stepped aside, waving into his dorm to let the other man pass. "Thirty seconds."
"Made it, didn't I?" Bunta huffed on his way through the door, showing his annoyance with the time limit he had been thrown under. He stopped just inside, turning to face his best friend and lover. "Timing me isn't fair, Akaya." Yes, this had to be pointed out, and thus the annoyed redhead did so.
"Life ain't fair, now is it." Akaya replied simply, more or less ignoring all annoyance cast his way and shutting the door. "So shut up and quit yer bitchin'." He had plans, oh yes he did and apparently those plans would have to be changed to include buttering his best friend up and putting him back in a decent mood; else things just wouldn't go right at all. "Hungry?"
He wrinkled his nose, giving off the impression of a disgruntled kitten, but still answered the question with a small, quiet. "A little." Because, really, there wasn't a time that Bunta Marui wasn't hungry. Akaya should have known that without asking, he thought a little peeved still, yet distracted by the promise of food.
If Bunta was expecting some fantastic feast, he'd surely be in for a disappointment. Akaya made his way across the room and pulled open the small fridge, several boxes that were obviously leftover take-out pulled out and sniffed cautiously. Good, they hadn't gone bad yet (given they'd only been there a day or so, why would they?) "Help yourself." He offered. Bunta was a big boy, he could do some things himself.
"What is it?" Bunta asked, eyeing the take-out box with a dubious look. He didn't have a thing against leftovers, but he certainly wanted to know what it was, a fact that he proved when he took the box and started to slip the lid open.
"Mongolian beef. Other one's chicken fried rice and that one ya got is uh..." What the hell had he ordered the other night? "Oh, lemon chicken." Bonus points on Chinese food was that it was cheap and they delivered to the dorms, and as such the stuff seemed to be a regular part of his diet. "Might be a couple spring rolls left if ya wanna look for 'em."
One of the boxes was snatched off the counter and pulled open, nose wrinkling slightly as Akaya dipped his fingers in and pulled out a small, sticky piece of meat that was promptly tossed into his mouth. "S'all still good."
Bunta dropped his gaze, preferring not to bear witness Akaya licking his fingers should he choose to. "Thanks." He mumbled, skirting around his friend to head straight for the microwave, after rummaging around for a dish to use in the cabinet. It was only after he had the food heating that he thought to ask.
"So why the rush?"
"Was lonely." The younger man fibbed, fingers still digging at his meat and taking small bites every so often. Okay, so it wasn't completely a lie; it had been far too quiet around here and what with his roommate (that he wasn't even sure he had) not being around there wasn't even the comfort of just knowing there was someone else around - reguardless of whether he actually felt like associating with them or not.
"And yeah, stuff."Stuff he could easily deem more important than the baked goods Bunta had been so annoyed to give up and leave.
"What stuff?" Bunta nosily continued to question, completely oblivious to the fact that he shouldn't have been pushing for answers. He figured if he was dragged away from his assignment, and most likely going to take a failing grade for doing so, he had a right to know. The redhead fished his plate out of the microwave after the ding of the bell, immediately digging in.
"Stuff like, 'are you ever gonna answer?'" He'd leave Bunta to stew over every possible meaning of the sentence, meanwhile Akaya would continue to chow down on his cold food (somehow leftovers were always better cold).
"I don't recall a question being asked." Bunta contrarily countered, after polishing off a bite of rice. He wracked his brain, trying to remember if his best friend had asked a question since his arrival, but came up with nothing.
"Not so much of a question, but more of a suggestion."
Bunta rolled his eyes as he pushed his plate away, choosing to forego the rest of his meal in favor of getting to the heart of the matter. "And what suggestion would that be, Akaya?"
Wow did this beef seem mighty interesting. Bah, no use pussyfooting around it entirely. "Bookkeeper, maid, and..."
Bunta froze; stiffen visibly with disbelief showing fully on expressive features. "Yeah, ya willing to accept one to get the rest, I know." He grumbled, still believing the only reason his friend had picked up on trying to ask him out over the net was to gain a full time maid and bookkeeper.
"I said 'any or all of the above'. Up to you which." Akaya shrugged and stepped away from the counter, dumping his box into the garbage can. He really wasn't any good at this (not that he'd ever tried before), but it was in his nature to fly into things head on. "So friends with benefits or something more?" Yeah, he did feel slightly guilty for having had his best friend turn into a fuck-buddy, but at the very least it wasn't just some quick lay with no feeling behind it. He did adore Bunta, even for all the shit they gave each other and for how often one was snippy at the other. "'Sides. Yer the one who said we weren't having this conversation over the 'net. So we're having it now."
Bunta stared at the food on his plate, grinding his teeth in the process. Really, he adored Akaya, but his best friend could be the most oblivious idiot. He took a deep breath, tried counting to twenty to calm the bite of hurt and anger that clouded his mind, and then promptly said, "You're an idiot, Akaya." The way his friend talked made it seem like something he didn't care about one way or the other, just as long as he didn't have to deal with the hassle anymore.
He twisted toward the trashcan, using the time his back spent turned on the ebony-haired lawyer-in-training to make sure no betraying wetness lingered around his eyes with a scrub of one hand over them. "We aren't having this conversation now, either." He mumbled while scraping the remains of his food into the can.
"The fuck do you want from me, then? You get bitchy 'coz I'm not, then you get mad because I want you to be. Make up your fucking mind already." He wasn't very smart in some areas of life, Akaya knew this. In fact he knew he could be downright stupid sometimes but that didn't mean it didn't hurt just the tiniest bit when whatever effort he did make was thrown right back in his face. "So yes, we are having it now. If not now, it'll never fucking happen and you'll just run to Haru whining about what a big stupid meanie I am or whatever. Fucking hell, Bunta. Ain't any easier for me than it is for you, so siddown, shut up and take it like a fucking man for chrissakes." Ranting he may have been but Akaya figured he had every damn right to, it was friggin' driving him nuts running around in circles playing all these stupid games.
Bunta rounded on his friend, temper flaring with the aid of callous words and even less understanding. "Yeah? Is it getting on your nerves, Akaya?" He didn't whine, damnit! Niou was his friend and just happened to be the one he went to when he wanted to regroup. "Why don't you try saying it like you mean it, and that it's something you want, instead of just something I want that you're giving me to patronize me and keep me off your back!"
His chest heaved with anger, delicate features shadowed by agitation and the anxiety roiling in his gut. "The fuck if I want a boyfriend who doesn't really want me, you dumbass."
"If I didn't care, you wouldn't be standing there right now, you idiot." Things he didn't particularly like or care about tended to be tossed aside once their usefulness was exhausted. And given Bunta'd been with him for, well, years, it wasn't like he was going to ditch him anytime soon. "And yeah, it does get on my fuckin' nerves when ya jerk me around all the fuckin' time and it's fuckin' confusing as shit."
Bunta glowered impressively, considering the expression was so foreign to his features. Soon enough his arms crossed over his chest, stance one just as stubborn as the tilt of his chin. "Why the hell do I have to be the one to always hit you with a clue-by-four, you jerk? Plus, I don't jerk you around, just because I didn't feel like enlightening you all the time, especially when you should be able to figure stuff out for yourself, doesn't mean I'm trying to play around with your sanity."
"Well sooorrry if I ruined your perfect little fantasy world. Not like I've ever fuckin' done this before so no, I have no goddamn clue what the fuck I'm doing and you don't even have the slightest bit of appreciation that I at least fuckin' tried to do something right." Akaya growled, arms folding over his own chest and eyes narrowing.
"But why are you doing it, Akaya?" Bunta growled right back, as he was intent on holding his own in their argument. "Coz you think I want it, or because it's something you want?" He could be such a stubborn brat when he wanted to be, and proved it right then.
"And if it's something you want, then prove it!" And his best friend could take that anyway he wanted to see fit.
"Because I fucking want to, dumbass. And you don't have the fucking balls to do it yourself."
That hurt, really. "Don't pick on me, because I've been worried about you, thinking you'd do something just to shut me up when you really would've been happy just the way things were."
That was enough to make Akaya stop for a moment. What the hell? "You've known me this fucking long and you still think that? That I'd go and make myself completely fucking miserable just to make you happy? You've gotta be outta yer goddamn mind. If I wanted to to fucking shut up I woulda fucking told you to a long time ago." This argument really was going nowhere and for all the battles of wits and proving/disproving things he got in class, he really couldn't see an end to it. "If that's what you think then, well..." There really was no way around it, was there? Even when he was trying to make things right - make them work and maybe even make the two of them a bit happier, it still blew up in his face. "... es ist vielleicht besser so." Maybe it was better to just keep going as they were.
But on the other hand, maybe they were just digging themselves further into the pit.
Fuck, he felt miserable, and he blamed it on Akaya. "For a guy who plans on being a lawyer, you sure aren't too slick with words, you idiot." Bunta snapped through the knot forming in his throat, threatening to choke him. "Why don't you try rephrasing the goddamn question, and see what answer you get?" He really couldn't, for the life of him, imagine Akaya winning over a courtroom full of people forced to pull jury duty with his turn of phrase as it was, especially when his thoughtless words struck the heart of him.
"Or maybe you're just my most difficult adversary as of yet." And here he'd thought he'd gotten his point across quite clearly. But if Bunta wanted more specific, then more specific he would friggin' get. "Then how's this? Hi, Bunta. Buddy, pal, headache, irritatingly picky bastard, friend for life. Do me the honor of attaching yourself to my hip and stayin' there a while, yeah?" He really had no clue what he was doing but it was obvious that a couple of rather mean sounding names were nothing more than affectionate (to him at least, but Bunta was Bunta and Bunta liked to make things difficult).
Bunta suddenly had the overwhelming urge to be evil and make Akaya squirm, egged on in this decision by the rather hateful sounding nicknames his best friend chose to use, calling them affectionate monikers. "I don't know, 'kaya. I may need to think about this a little bit." He mumbled in a sadistic bid to prick at his companion. "In fact, why don't you com'ere and show be the upside to attaching myself to your hip, so I can have a good comparison of the pros and cons of the endeavor."
"I'm quite certain you already know the upsides and downsides," Akaya grunted but needless to say he stepped forward, stooping down to catch the other at eye level. "I'm fun to be around in most cases, and I'm a selfish prick. And I'm good at everything except apparently talking about this stuff." Eyes took on a mischievous glint and teeth were bared in a slightly wicked grin as arms moved to circle around his best friend's waist loosely. "And despite how much of a jerk I am, you love me anyway." Heeeeh. He couldn't say exactly what kind of love, but there was love nonetheless.
Bunta caught his breath, dropping his gaze at that word, since he knew it was true. Akaya just didn't know how or in which way, but nonetheless Bunta loved him. "You are a jerk." He conceded taking a step forward to nestle into the warmth of his best friend's body, head dropped to nuzzle the chest he had taken a liking to, despite being unaware of it at first. "But I think I'll keep you."
"Is that in the 'I'll steal your bed and take over your room and have sex with you' way, or the 'Yes I'll date you and do all of the above anyway' way?" There, that was better. At the very least Akaya knew no matter how snappy at or with each other they got, he could always find one way or another to make things okay again. And that was most definitely a good thing.
"Yes, I'll date you and do all of the above anyway." Bunta mimicked sassily, nipping at his boyfriend's chest in retaliation, since it seemed the lawyer to be was still acting dense. He had to admit, however. That Akaya had a way of making things that weren't so already seem sunshine and roses kind of hunky dory, a habit that beguiled Bunta as much as it annoyed him.
"Then it's settled." And as a somewhat teasing afterthought... "You're sure you don't want to take over the bookkeeper and maid jobs too?" Akaya grinned, a hand sliding up the other's back to tug lightly at his hair.
"You only wish, Akaya." Bunta replied, lifting his head not only to make sure silken strands weren't tugged too harshly, but also so he could stick his tongue out at his boyfriend. "Bookkeeper and maid positions cost you by the hour."
"And wishes sometimes come true." The grin on Akaya's face turned slightly wicked. "So hey, it was worth a shot - and by that logic I'd be paying you to date me which, in essence would constitute as prostitution. I'm pretty sure that's illegal." And in any event now that that was done and over with, it was plenty of more important things, like hitting the lights and moving to occupy a currently very empty bed. "And sleepy." He mumbled, head dipping to press his forehead against the other's shoulder. "Books sapped my will to live."
Somehow, Bunta found himself beside his bed, lights turned off and the room darkened with a very tired voice whispering in his ear of weariness. "Call me a whore and I will bite you where it'll hurt the most, Akaya." He warned, shifting just enough to guide his lover and boyfriend back onto the bed. "And by that logic, one could say if you hit the books more you'd have the stamina to whip them."
"Don't tell me to pay you and I think you're safe." He didn't seem to object at all when the backs of his legs hit his mattress and he all but sat down right there, a somewhat disgusted look on his face at the very thought of hitting the books even harder. He didn't need to, damnit! "You're determined to make me turn into some boring old bookworm, aren't you." Like Renji. Only Renji wasn't all that boring except when he decided that all he needed to do all day was study, study, study. Bah, not for Akaya; he actually enjoyed having some sort of a social life even if said social life tended to consist mainly of drinking and video games.
"Didn't say you had to study all the time, just a little more than you normally would." Bunta denied, reaching out a hand to feather his fingers through the ebony silk of his boyfriend's hair, before he gave a nudge to Akaya's chest, forcing him back on the bed. "If you're tired you should grab a nap." Really, he wasn't encouraging the other to grab an hour of two of sleep, just so he could snuggle with him... Nope, not at all.
"Given my grades dun think I really need to study more." He grunted, scooting back into his bed and tugging at a blanket. "And fuck napping, it's bedtime." No, he wasn't going to sleep for that short of a time and get up just to stare at his textbooks again, he might as well sleep and just do it when his teacher wasn't paying attention in class. That, and part of his intention for getting the other man to come anyway was to provide his lonely self with some snuggles and cuddles. "So get in."
Bunta snorted over the command, yet nonetheless he followed it, readily climbing into the bed only to pounce his companion and tumble them both backwards. He sneakily stole a kiss, feathering a quick brush of lips over an unsuspecting pair. "You won't leave without waking me up, will you?" he asked, imploring softly with the question, even as he snuggled down with the one person who had managed to sneak past the defenses he erected long ago.
"Depends on how cute you look when you're sleeping." Really. For as much as he himself liked sleep he'd never really enjoyed waking other people unless he had a good reason. Akaya shifted slightly, rolling onto his side and nuzzling against the other's head and slipping an arm loosely around Bunta's waist. "Now sleep." He had what he wanted, all was good... except for one thing. With a grunt Akaya rolled over again and reached out, flicking the switch on his lamp to put the light out before rolling back to his previous position.
"Not always gonna get away with bossing me around." Bunta warned with a small yawn, only just realizing how very tired his long night in the kitchen had left him. He found himself snuggling close to Akaya, head nestled into a slender shoulder and arm lifting to loop over a thin waist. He was happy, undeniably so, and should have been celebrating the milestone they had crossed, but that would have to wait for a time when he was awake and not being sucked down into a realm of sleep he had been avoiding for most of the night in order to finish an assignment.
"'Least I don't boss ya around where it counts." Akaya murmured quietly, head dipping slightly to press a light kiss against Bunta's hair. All was well again, good things had come from it and things more or less had gone exactly as he'd originally planned. All in all, a good night and now he was ready to make it a good morning.
What: Sometimes an unsatisfactory situation turns out for the better.
He wasn't exactly sure what he was going to say, but it was something Akaya figured needed to be done sooner or later - and at the rate things were going it'd definately have to be sooner. Not that he didn't have his own doubts but it certainly seemed like something Bunta wanted and that was the way it'd always been - what Bunta wanted, Bunta got. But then again it wasn't like Akaya wasn't at all interested, but more of what effect it could have on an already peculiar friendship.
His book was slammed shut and pen dropped on his desk, gaze flitting over towards a small clock. Two minutes. Two minutes left and Bunta wasn't there yet. "Es ist vielleicht besser so." He muttered to himself. One minute and thirty seconds - still time.
One minute, Bunta calculated when he came to a stop outside his best friend's dorm room. His breath came in short fits, gasping and frantic. He cursed the dark-eyed bundle of sex appeal on the other side of the door, totally annoyed by the time limit he had been given. His annoyance gave the knock that followed his glare at the wooden barrier extra pep, causing the sound to echo down an otherwise empty hallway, because any student focused on his studies would have already been in bed, sleeping away the hours before their first class.
Bunta still didn't get what the rush was all about, and thought that his best friend could have given him enough time for his dish to finish cooking. More than that, he couldn't believe he was letting Akaya gain him a failing grade on the homework he was supposed to turn in the following day.
Akaya nearly jumped out of his seat when the knock came, so focused on his clock that he hadn't been paying much attention to anything else. Huh. He came. At least that was what Akaya was inclined to believe given the invite (or demand, whatever), it couldn't be anyone else.
Out of his room he sauntered, making his way towards the door and flinging it open. Without a word he stepped aside, waving into his dorm to let the other man pass. "Thirty seconds."
"Made it, didn't I?" Bunta huffed on his way through the door, showing his annoyance with the time limit he had been thrown under. He stopped just inside, turning to face his best friend and lover. "Timing me isn't fair, Akaya." Yes, this had to be pointed out, and thus the annoyed redhead did so.
"Life ain't fair, now is it." Akaya replied simply, more or less ignoring all annoyance cast his way and shutting the door. "So shut up and quit yer bitchin'." He had plans, oh yes he did and apparently those plans would have to be changed to include buttering his best friend up and putting him back in a decent mood; else things just wouldn't go right at all. "Hungry?"
He wrinkled his nose, giving off the impression of a disgruntled kitten, but still answered the question with a small, quiet. "A little." Because, really, there wasn't a time that Bunta Marui wasn't hungry. Akaya should have known that without asking, he thought a little peeved still, yet distracted by the promise of food.
If Bunta was expecting some fantastic feast, he'd surely be in for a disappointment. Akaya made his way across the room and pulled open the small fridge, several boxes that were obviously leftover take-out pulled out and sniffed cautiously. Good, they hadn't gone bad yet (given they'd only been there a day or so, why would they?) "Help yourself." He offered. Bunta was a big boy, he could do some things himself.
"What is it?" Bunta asked, eyeing the take-out box with a dubious look. He didn't have a thing against leftovers, but he certainly wanted to know what it was, a fact that he proved when he took the box and started to slip the lid open.
"Mongolian beef. Other one's chicken fried rice and that one ya got is uh..." What the hell had he ordered the other night? "Oh, lemon chicken." Bonus points on Chinese food was that it was cheap and they delivered to the dorms, and as such the stuff seemed to be a regular part of his diet. "Might be a couple spring rolls left if ya wanna look for 'em."
One of the boxes was snatched off the counter and pulled open, nose wrinkling slightly as Akaya dipped his fingers in and pulled out a small, sticky piece of meat that was promptly tossed into his mouth. "S'all still good."
Bunta dropped his gaze, preferring not to bear witness Akaya licking his fingers should he choose to. "Thanks." He mumbled, skirting around his friend to head straight for the microwave, after rummaging around for a dish to use in the cabinet. It was only after he had the food heating that he thought to ask.
"So why the rush?"
"Was lonely." The younger man fibbed, fingers still digging at his meat and taking small bites every so often. Okay, so it wasn't completely a lie; it had been far too quiet around here and what with his roommate (that he wasn't even sure he had) not being around there wasn't even the comfort of just knowing there was someone else around - reguardless of whether he actually felt like associating with them or not.
"And yeah, stuff."Stuff he could easily deem more important than the baked goods Bunta had been so annoyed to give up and leave.
"What stuff?" Bunta nosily continued to question, completely oblivious to the fact that he shouldn't have been pushing for answers. He figured if he was dragged away from his assignment, and most likely going to take a failing grade for doing so, he had a right to know. The redhead fished his plate out of the microwave after the ding of the bell, immediately digging in.
"Stuff like, 'are you ever gonna answer?'" He'd leave Bunta to stew over every possible meaning of the sentence, meanwhile Akaya would continue to chow down on his cold food (somehow leftovers were always better cold).
"I don't recall a question being asked." Bunta contrarily countered, after polishing off a bite of rice. He wracked his brain, trying to remember if his best friend had asked a question since his arrival, but came up with nothing.
"Not so much of a question, but more of a suggestion."
Bunta rolled his eyes as he pushed his plate away, choosing to forego the rest of his meal in favor of getting to the heart of the matter. "And what suggestion would that be, Akaya?"
Wow did this beef seem mighty interesting. Bah, no use pussyfooting around it entirely. "Bookkeeper, maid, and..."
Bunta froze; stiffen visibly with disbelief showing fully on expressive features. "Yeah, ya willing to accept one to get the rest, I know." He grumbled, still believing the only reason his friend had picked up on trying to ask him out over the net was to gain a full time maid and bookkeeper.
"I said 'any or all of the above'. Up to you which." Akaya shrugged and stepped away from the counter, dumping his box into the garbage can. He really wasn't any good at this (not that he'd ever tried before), but it was in his nature to fly into things head on. "So friends with benefits or something more?" Yeah, he did feel slightly guilty for having had his best friend turn into a fuck-buddy, but at the very least it wasn't just some quick lay with no feeling behind it. He did adore Bunta, even for all the shit they gave each other and for how often one was snippy at the other. "'Sides. Yer the one who said we weren't having this conversation over the 'net. So we're having it now."
Bunta stared at the food on his plate, grinding his teeth in the process. Really, he adored Akaya, but his best friend could be the most oblivious idiot. He took a deep breath, tried counting to twenty to calm the bite of hurt and anger that clouded his mind, and then promptly said, "You're an idiot, Akaya." The way his friend talked made it seem like something he didn't care about one way or the other, just as long as he didn't have to deal with the hassle anymore.
He twisted toward the trashcan, using the time his back spent turned on the ebony-haired lawyer-in-training to make sure no betraying wetness lingered around his eyes with a scrub of one hand over them. "We aren't having this conversation now, either." He mumbled while scraping the remains of his food into the can.
"The fuck do you want from me, then? You get bitchy 'coz I'm not, then you get mad because I want you to be. Make up your fucking mind already." He wasn't very smart in some areas of life, Akaya knew this. In fact he knew he could be downright stupid sometimes but that didn't mean it didn't hurt just the tiniest bit when whatever effort he did make was thrown right back in his face. "So yes, we are having it now. If not now, it'll never fucking happen and you'll just run to Haru whining about what a big stupid meanie I am or whatever. Fucking hell, Bunta. Ain't any easier for me than it is for you, so siddown, shut up and take it like a fucking man for chrissakes." Ranting he may have been but Akaya figured he had every damn right to, it was friggin' driving him nuts running around in circles playing all these stupid games.
Bunta rounded on his friend, temper flaring with the aid of callous words and even less understanding. "Yeah? Is it getting on your nerves, Akaya?" He didn't whine, damnit! Niou was his friend and just happened to be the one he went to when he wanted to regroup. "Why don't you try saying it like you mean it, and that it's something you want, instead of just something I want that you're giving me to patronize me and keep me off your back!"
His chest heaved with anger, delicate features shadowed by agitation and the anxiety roiling in his gut. "The fuck if I want a boyfriend who doesn't really want me, you dumbass."
"If I didn't care, you wouldn't be standing there right now, you idiot." Things he didn't particularly like or care about tended to be tossed aside once their usefulness was exhausted. And given Bunta'd been with him for, well, years, it wasn't like he was going to ditch him anytime soon. "And yeah, it does get on my fuckin' nerves when ya jerk me around all the fuckin' time and it's fuckin' confusing as shit."
Bunta glowered impressively, considering the expression was so foreign to his features. Soon enough his arms crossed over his chest, stance one just as stubborn as the tilt of his chin. "Why the hell do I have to be the one to always hit you with a clue-by-four, you jerk? Plus, I don't jerk you around, just because I didn't feel like enlightening you all the time, especially when you should be able to figure stuff out for yourself, doesn't mean I'm trying to play around with your sanity."
"Well sooorrry if I ruined your perfect little fantasy world. Not like I've ever fuckin' done this before so no, I have no goddamn clue what the fuck I'm doing and you don't even have the slightest bit of appreciation that I at least fuckin' tried to do something right." Akaya growled, arms folding over his own chest and eyes narrowing.
"But why are you doing it, Akaya?" Bunta growled right back, as he was intent on holding his own in their argument. "Coz you think I want it, or because it's something you want?" He could be such a stubborn brat when he wanted to be, and proved it right then.
"And if it's something you want, then prove it!" And his best friend could take that anyway he wanted to see fit.
"Because I fucking want to, dumbass. And you don't have the fucking balls to do it yourself."
That hurt, really. "Don't pick on me, because I've been worried about you, thinking you'd do something just to shut me up when you really would've been happy just the way things were."
That was enough to make Akaya stop for a moment. What the hell? "You've known me this fucking long and you still think that? That I'd go and make myself completely fucking miserable just to make you happy? You've gotta be outta yer goddamn mind. If I wanted to to fucking shut up I woulda fucking told you to a long time ago." This argument really was going nowhere and for all the battles of wits and proving/disproving things he got in class, he really couldn't see an end to it. "If that's what you think then, well..." There really was no way around it, was there? Even when he was trying to make things right - make them work and maybe even make the two of them a bit happier, it still blew up in his face. "... es ist vielleicht besser so." Maybe it was better to just keep going as they were.
But on the other hand, maybe they were just digging themselves further into the pit.
Fuck, he felt miserable, and he blamed it on Akaya. "For a guy who plans on being a lawyer, you sure aren't too slick with words, you idiot." Bunta snapped through the knot forming in his throat, threatening to choke him. "Why don't you try rephrasing the goddamn question, and see what answer you get?" He really couldn't, for the life of him, imagine Akaya winning over a courtroom full of people forced to pull jury duty with his turn of phrase as it was, especially when his thoughtless words struck the heart of him.
"Or maybe you're just my most difficult adversary as of yet." And here he'd thought he'd gotten his point across quite clearly. But if Bunta wanted more specific, then more specific he would friggin' get. "Then how's this? Hi, Bunta. Buddy, pal, headache, irritatingly picky bastard, friend for life. Do me the honor of attaching yourself to my hip and stayin' there a while, yeah?" He really had no clue what he was doing but it was obvious that a couple of rather mean sounding names were nothing more than affectionate (to him at least, but Bunta was Bunta and Bunta liked to make things difficult).
Bunta suddenly had the overwhelming urge to be evil and make Akaya squirm, egged on in this decision by the rather hateful sounding nicknames his best friend chose to use, calling them affectionate monikers. "I don't know, 'kaya. I may need to think about this a little bit." He mumbled in a sadistic bid to prick at his companion. "In fact, why don't you com'ere and show be the upside to attaching myself to your hip, so I can have a good comparison of the pros and cons of the endeavor."
"I'm quite certain you already know the upsides and downsides," Akaya grunted but needless to say he stepped forward, stooping down to catch the other at eye level. "I'm fun to be around in most cases, and I'm a selfish prick. And I'm good at everything except apparently talking about this stuff." Eyes took on a mischievous glint and teeth were bared in a slightly wicked grin as arms moved to circle around his best friend's waist loosely. "And despite how much of a jerk I am, you love me anyway." Heeeeh. He couldn't say exactly what kind of love, but there was love nonetheless.
Bunta caught his breath, dropping his gaze at that word, since he knew it was true. Akaya just didn't know how or in which way, but nonetheless Bunta loved him. "You are a jerk." He conceded taking a step forward to nestle into the warmth of his best friend's body, head dropped to nuzzle the chest he had taken a liking to, despite being unaware of it at first. "But I think I'll keep you."
"Is that in the 'I'll steal your bed and take over your room and have sex with you' way, or the 'Yes I'll date you and do all of the above anyway' way?" There, that was better. At the very least Akaya knew no matter how snappy at or with each other they got, he could always find one way or another to make things okay again. And that was most definitely a good thing.
"Yes, I'll date you and do all of the above anyway." Bunta mimicked sassily, nipping at his boyfriend's chest in retaliation, since it seemed the lawyer to be was still acting dense. He had to admit, however. That Akaya had a way of making things that weren't so already seem sunshine and roses kind of hunky dory, a habit that beguiled Bunta as much as it annoyed him.
"Then it's settled." And as a somewhat teasing afterthought... "You're sure you don't want to take over the bookkeeper and maid jobs too?" Akaya grinned, a hand sliding up the other's back to tug lightly at his hair.
"You only wish, Akaya." Bunta replied, lifting his head not only to make sure silken strands weren't tugged too harshly, but also so he could stick his tongue out at his boyfriend. "Bookkeeper and maid positions cost you by the hour."
"And wishes sometimes come true." The grin on Akaya's face turned slightly wicked. "So hey, it was worth a shot - and by that logic I'd be paying you to date me which, in essence would constitute as prostitution. I'm pretty sure that's illegal." And in any event now that that was done and over with, it was plenty of more important things, like hitting the lights and moving to occupy a currently very empty bed. "And sleepy." He mumbled, head dipping to press his forehead against the other's shoulder. "Books sapped my will to live."
Somehow, Bunta found himself beside his bed, lights turned off and the room darkened with a very tired voice whispering in his ear of weariness. "Call me a whore and I will bite you where it'll hurt the most, Akaya." He warned, shifting just enough to guide his lover and boyfriend back onto the bed. "And by that logic, one could say if you hit the books more you'd have the stamina to whip them."
"Don't tell me to pay you and I think you're safe." He didn't seem to object at all when the backs of his legs hit his mattress and he all but sat down right there, a somewhat disgusted look on his face at the very thought of hitting the books even harder. He didn't need to, damnit! "You're determined to make me turn into some boring old bookworm, aren't you." Like Renji. Only Renji wasn't all that boring except when he decided that all he needed to do all day was study, study, study. Bah, not for Akaya; he actually enjoyed having some sort of a social life even if said social life tended to consist mainly of drinking and video games.
"Didn't say you had to study all the time, just a little more than you normally would." Bunta denied, reaching out a hand to feather his fingers through the ebony silk of his boyfriend's hair, before he gave a nudge to Akaya's chest, forcing him back on the bed. "If you're tired you should grab a nap." Really, he wasn't encouraging the other to grab an hour of two of sleep, just so he could snuggle with him... Nope, not at all.
"Given my grades dun think I really need to study more." He grunted, scooting back into his bed and tugging at a blanket. "And fuck napping, it's bedtime." No, he wasn't going to sleep for that short of a time and get up just to stare at his textbooks again, he might as well sleep and just do it when his teacher wasn't paying attention in class. That, and part of his intention for getting the other man to come anyway was to provide his lonely self with some snuggles and cuddles. "So get in."
Bunta snorted over the command, yet nonetheless he followed it, readily climbing into the bed only to pounce his companion and tumble them both backwards. He sneakily stole a kiss, feathering a quick brush of lips over an unsuspecting pair. "You won't leave without waking me up, will you?" he asked, imploring softly with the question, even as he snuggled down with the one person who had managed to sneak past the defenses he erected long ago.
"Depends on how cute you look when you're sleeping." Really. For as much as he himself liked sleep he'd never really enjoyed waking other people unless he had a good reason. Akaya shifted slightly, rolling onto his side and nuzzling against the other's head and slipping an arm loosely around Bunta's waist. "Now sleep." He had what he wanted, all was good... except for one thing. With a grunt Akaya rolled over again and reached out, flicking the switch on his lamp to put the light out before rolling back to his previous position.
"Not always gonna get away with bossing me around." Bunta warned with a small yawn, only just realizing how very tired his long night in the kitchen had left him. He found himself snuggling close to Akaya, head nestled into a slender shoulder and arm lifting to loop over a thin waist. He was happy, undeniably so, and should have been celebrating the milestone they had crossed, but that would have to wait for a time when he was awake and not being sucked down into a realm of sleep he had been avoiding for most of the night in order to finish an assignment.
"'Least I don't boss ya around where it counts." Akaya murmured quietly, head dipping slightly to press a light kiss against Bunta's hair. All was well again, good things had come from it and things more or less had gone exactly as he'd originally planned. All in all, a good night and now he was ready to make it a good morning.