RP Log; Bane, Davide: Grumpy old men, the prequel
Date: December 6th (today)
Rating: Their mouths
Summary: Bane goes to survey the Jaw of Davide, by Saeki Koujiro. He finds it, and the rest of Davide, and proceeds to be a right pain in the nap of the neck. *pfft*
It was late evening, and all that Bane knew was that his final class was over, he had an hour before he needed to be home to relieve his babysitter of her duties, and the unquenchable need to check on a stupid ass redhead couldn't be put to rest. He was on his way down the sidewalk, headed for home when he stalled in his walk and found brown eyes swinging toward the direction of the dorms.
He really had no business worrying over the git his feet started dragging him to see. Didn't care to admit to worrying, either. However, he still covered the distance and dragged his ass up a set of stairs or three… God, stairs did have a way of making his knee feel like he had climbed a stairway to heaven, instead of a tiny flight from one floor to another, which meant it was agitated man that stopped outside the door he was looking for. He didn't like pain, not this kind at least, and would have loved to have a vicodin or two, except he was currently trying to wean himself from them.
Right, so he had an addiction to the pain pills that made his world all hip-hop happy again. Not that it was anyone's business but his, because it wasn't and he would be more than happy to say so to anyone that indicated it was. However, he apparently liked to torture himself by occasionally depriving his craving of satisfaction, until he couldn't stand it any longer and felt on the verge of insanity. Which didn't have a damn thing to do with why he was there, standing outside the door of the man whose lips he could still feel on his and the emotions poured out in a moment of insanity pounding rudely away at the sheet of wood barring his entry when he was better off jetting home to down half a bottle of his favorite merrymaker.
Davide, who had been thwarted in his attempt to spend a few quiet days in meditation with his favourite fishing rod by his favourite river by a busybody of small height and large mouth named Ryou, was sprawling all over his bed. With him he had a couple of books for next term's courses, markers, notebook and pencils. Since Ryou had given him endless earfulls about how he would be flayed alive if he so much as stuck a hair outside the door until the weekend, Davide had caved (with little grace) and holed up to shake his flu properly. He thought privately that Ryou had come down extra hard on him because he refused to say anything about the bruise and scabs still visible on his jaw and lip, but whatever. He wasn't really feeling up to arguing endlessly with Ryou anyway; better let the brat have it his way, even if the fussing was annoying as hell.
So there he was, somewhat grumpily getting a head start on his reading and not fantastically in the mood for visitors. Thus and verily, as described in Myrphy's Laws, a visitor just had to show up. By the sound of the pounding, it was probably someone he knew, and not some Mormons or Jehova Witnesses come to sell their funky religion.
"It's open. Get the fuck inside before my neighbours kill you," he called out, glaring at the door and then back at a half-finished note.
"I'd like to see the bastards try." Bane snapped upon entering the room, all but slamming the door behind him. He glared at the bundle of annoyance on the bed, noting the mountain of homework paraphernalia scattered around David, and then swept his gaze upward to seek out the jaw he was there to check on. He wasn't going to admit to dropping by just to be a busybody and nitpick over the damage a fist had done to a jaw he had often wanted to lavish with kisses in the past, however. He was damn well going to be a pain in the ass now that he was there and could see (and hear) that David wasn't sporting any killer damage. After all, anyone that could snappily reply that loudly to his attempt to knock the door down couldn't be hurt that badly.
The redhead finished jotting down his note, then -- because his mother had taught him manners that he sometimes chose to remember -- he folded the books together and unsprawled himself into a sitting position. "Don't tempt fate, mate. I swear from the noise I've heard from down the hall someone's building a weapon of mass destruction. Or at the very least tissue destruction. Think it's Kite and Kamio, but I'm not sure. Mh." He shrugged.
"Have a seat; wanna cuppa?" Not that he felt like getting off the bed, but there were manner dictates and stuff.
Bane carelessly shrugged his shoulder on the way to the bed where he pushed aside a mound of textbooks to plop his ass down as if he owned it. “But I’m so good at tempting the bitch, don’t you think?” he replied too casually for comfort, especially considering the tempting he had done moments before the punch Saeki landed. He did love to push buttons, and damned if he wasn’t going to push a half a dozen or more of the redhead’s before it was over.
"Yeah, you are," Davide agreed, making no sign of getting up or making extra space for Bane. If the bastard didn't want to give a clear yes or no answer, he could damn well go without the tea or make it him-bloody-self. "And she finds you simply irresistible, too. So, whatcha up to?" Meaning, what the hell are you doing here and when will you leave?
“We do have such a love affair going on.” Bane nodded his head in agreement. He shifted and continued pushing things aside, until his back hit David’s headboard and long legs crossed at the ankles as they sprawled out on the bed. He closed his eyes, arms lifting to slither behind his head to cushion it. “Me? Taking a nap is what I’m up to, that ought to be plain enough to see.”
Oh, great. Just lovely-dovely with spun sugar on top, thank you ever so fucking much, Kannon, Davide thought grouchily to himself. "And you couldn't do that in yer own bed?" he complained, debating inside whether or not to give that bed up to Bane or not. He did have another one, technically, since he was alone in a doublette this semester.
"Kids at home." And not all of them his, and Bane wasn't ashamed to use the excuse that fell out of his mouth when lips curled into a small, smug smile. "Shouldn't you be doing homework, instead of talking to me?" he needled, half opening one eye to shoot a look from the corner of it toward the redhead. "Or is that jaw keeping you distracted from concentrating?"
Davide slanted a look over his shoulder at Bane, completely unreadable. "Not particularly, no. You are, though."
Bane adopted an innocent expression so foreign to his features. "Me? Now what did I do?" he almost… but only almost pouted. "Besides, you can just pretend I'm not here. Should be easy enough to do."
"Nope, it's not. I can see you plainly, sprawled all over my bed. And your feet smell." Davide was going from grumpy to petty to mentally sitting on himself to prevent his mouth from saying things it really shouldn't. Yet. And certainly not when he was this bitchy. Damn Ryou and his meddling, over-fussy, mother hen ways, anyway!
"Aren't we a bitchy one?" Bane snapped, temper spiking up a notch. "What's a matter, not enough hearts laying around for you to break?" He didn't know what was eating Davide, but as long as something was he would keep prodding and enjoy every second of discomfort the redhead displayed without feeling guilty, damn it!
Ouch. Okay, now he was pissy! Strong fingers dug into the mattress in a futile attempt at shutting up and not letting Bane get his goat again. But of course, the Amane goat was Bane's slut and would let him take her every damn time. Davide wanted a new goat really badly. "Nah, I figure I got plenty with the two right here in my bed," he said and turned around to sit sideways, so he could face Bane. "I'm pissed off because Ryou's been chewing my ass for the last couple of days, like he's my goddamn mother. You picked a bad time to visit, mate."
Bane opened his eyes fully; glare Davide's reword for his pissiness. "Cry me a river, you damn brat." He snarled softly, hardening his heart as best as he could against the urge to tease the redhead into a better frame of mind. The contrariness of his own mood swings gave him a headache, and he was sick of dealing with them. "The git's worried about you, otherwise he'd never drag his ass out of Saeki's bed long enough to nag you."
"The git just likes to be a busybody," Davide retorted, ungrateful and lacking in generosity all the way to the end. He congratulated himself on not giving in to the temptation to share with Bane his suspicions about Ryou's true motive behind the overeager fussing; namely that it was a tactic to make Davide spill about the recent micro-brawl and then get an excuse to meddle even more.
In stead, he stood up and went over to his couch to fetch a blanket, which he proceeded to spread over Bane. "Guess I better try reading again. Sweet dreams." Yep, cleverly fleeing the conversation before saying more stupid things! Right back to his couch with book and pencil.
Bane grunted, seemingly accepting the blanket and Davide's attempt to flee in favor of taking the nap he claimed to be after. He slithered down in the bed, twisted onto his side, slithering one arm up to tuck beneath a pillow to drag it beneath his head, and then fell silent. He let his mind roam, breath easing with each passing second, until it seemed he was well on the verge of drifting to sleep. One had to observe the enemy, after all, even if the enemy had a clawlike hold on his heart.
Huh, so he really did intend to sleep. Davide manfully resisted the urge to pull his hair in frustration. Just what was Bane up to, anyway? Was this Bane's way of punishing Davide for . . . well, for everything ever since he fled to Ireland and up to now? To come here and hang around, a touch here, a look there, endless needling and nagging and pain-in-the-assing all to torment and torture, to show Davide what he had left behind and would never have again. Because he had stayed away too long, the window of opportunity (and it had been a generous one) had shut and now he had to stand on the outside looking in. With Bane only too happy to perform his cruel displays right on the other wide of the cold, undaring pane.
Ach, jeez. Davide blew out an explosive sigh and glared at his book. There was little use in going on and on about his in his thoughts. It was a useless exercise and futile. And the truth was, Bane was always welcome in Davide's bed -- even if only to take a nap. He bowed his head and picked up his pencil.
After reading and taking notes for a while -- not that he would be able to account for them if asked, but the cramming period had left him with a powerful autopilot -- he glanced over at his guest. Heh. Looked like Bane had snoozed off, the stupid git. Well, he probably needed it between caring for his child and working day and night to ace his exams. Davide smiled a little, noticing that he couldn't take his eyes off the sleeping form on his bed. God, how pathetic.
He slept. Bane drifted on a light doze, senses cushioned by a thin veil of sleep. His body was well aware of where he was, mind semi-active, enough to know there was too much space between he and the redhead, so that a restless twist of body and kick of legs displayed his displeasure for the absence of a heated body by his side. That is, until he settled on his side, lashes cracked just enough that he could see the redhead a few feet away sitting on the couch and lost amid the chore of endless homework.
He didn't know how long he could go on pretending, denying to himself what lay in the tangled mess of his heart, but right then with the scent of the redhead surrounding him, clinging to the blankets on the bed and soaked into the pillow beneath his head he thought it could wait until another day. There were only a handful of moments Bane found worth treasuring, and this had to be one- a moment of ceasefire in the war where he could rest and simply be.
There was little doubt in Davide's mind and heart that Bane still carried a torch for him, bright and powerful enough to burn South America and leave naught but ashes behind. It was also painfully clear that Bane couldn't or wouldn't -- probably both -- face up to it yet. Didn't want the confrontation that was brewing and . . . well, Davide wasn't even sure Bane knew what he wanted in his heart of hearts. What was certain, though, was that Keisuke's future happiness rather outweighed both of their issues, so Davide was determined to do his utmost to steer the coming rumble so that the outcome would be beneficial. He had no desire to ruin anything, but he wanted, needed closure. And so did Bane, whether he would admit it openly or not.
Quietly, Davide got up and put the kettle on. Then he fished ingredients for sandwiches out from the fridge, and set to making one for each of them. Old favourites from back when they were kids and their mothers had been the bringers of sandwiches to active, ever-hungry boys. When all was prepared, he moved over to the bed where Bane still rested and sat down on its edge. His hand ghosted over Bane's hair and cheek, but never got close to actually touching the seemingly asleep man. It ended it's secret journey on Bane's arm, squeezing gently.
"Oi, mate. I think it's time to wake up. It's late in the evening, you're gonna make a mess out of your night like this." After a short pause, he added, "I've got tea and sangers ready."
"Shut up." Bane snarled softly without much heat. He felt those nonexistent touches clean down to his soul, and it wept over each one, especially the gentle touch on his arm. An arm he pulled out of David's grasp and in the pretense of still being more asleep than awake curled toward the heat of the body beside his, the newly freed appendage snaking around the other's waist to drag him back enough that he could nuzzle into the warmth of a broad back.
He couldn't remember ordering tea or sangers, and damn well wasn't giving up sleep time for them, especially when Davide had made the mistake of getting near octopus like arms intent on holding him right where he was so Bane could leech his body heat.
Just what planet was this fair on? Davide had to bite his tungue and count to ten to control his breath. Although the moments of not breathing at all were tell-tale enough. He closed his eyes and soaked up the warmth now curled around his waist and resting against his back.
Davide wanted to tell him. Wanted to tell Bane how he felt. He wanted to use those words he had never managed to give to Bane before -- to say it, just once, for the first and last time. To have it out there in the open. But was it right? Once those words were spoken, they couldn't be unspoken. And what would that do to Bane, who had waited so long and then, after getting the door slammed in his face again, had waited some more until life happened and there could be no more waiting around. What would it do to him to hear it now, when the bridges had been burned behind him?
It was too difficult for this evening, Davide knew. He rested his hand on the arm that was curled around his waist, lost for words and lost in time.
Rating: Their mouths
Summary: Bane goes to survey the Jaw of Davide, by Saeki Koujiro. He finds it, and the rest of Davide, and proceeds to be a right pain in the nap of the neck. *pfft*
It was late evening, and all that Bane knew was that his final class was over, he had an hour before he needed to be home to relieve his babysitter of her duties, and the unquenchable need to check on a stupid ass redhead couldn't be put to rest. He was on his way down the sidewalk, headed for home when he stalled in his walk and found brown eyes swinging toward the direction of the dorms.
He really had no business worrying over the git his feet started dragging him to see. Didn't care to admit to worrying, either. However, he still covered the distance and dragged his ass up a set of stairs or three… God, stairs did have a way of making his knee feel like he had climbed a stairway to heaven, instead of a tiny flight from one floor to another, which meant it was agitated man that stopped outside the door he was looking for. He didn't like pain, not this kind at least, and would have loved to have a vicodin or two, except he was currently trying to wean himself from them.
Right, so he had an addiction to the pain pills that made his world all hip-hop happy again. Not that it was anyone's business but his, because it wasn't and he would be more than happy to say so to anyone that indicated it was. However, he apparently liked to torture himself by occasionally depriving his craving of satisfaction, until he couldn't stand it any longer and felt on the verge of insanity. Which didn't have a damn thing to do with why he was there, standing outside the door of the man whose lips he could still feel on his and the emotions poured out in a moment of insanity pounding rudely away at the sheet of wood barring his entry when he was better off jetting home to down half a bottle of his favorite merrymaker.
Davide, who had been thwarted in his attempt to spend a few quiet days in meditation with his favourite fishing rod by his favourite river by a busybody of small height and large mouth named Ryou, was sprawling all over his bed. With him he had a couple of books for next term's courses, markers, notebook and pencils. Since Ryou had given him endless earfulls about how he would be flayed alive if he so much as stuck a hair outside the door until the weekend, Davide had caved (with little grace) and holed up to shake his flu properly. He thought privately that Ryou had come down extra hard on him because he refused to say anything about the bruise and scabs still visible on his jaw and lip, but whatever. He wasn't really feeling up to arguing endlessly with Ryou anyway; better let the brat have it his way, even if the fussing was annoying as hell.
So there he was, somewhat grumpily getting a head start on his reading and not fantastically in the mood for visitors. Thus and verily, as described in Myrphy's Laws, a visitor just had to show up. By the sound of the pounding, it was probably someone he knew, and not some Mormons or Jehova Witnesses come to sell their funky religion.
"It's open. Get the fuck inside before my neighbours kill you," he called out, glaring at the door and then back at a half-finished note.
"I'd like to see the bastards try." Bane snapped upon entering the room, all but slamming the door behind him. He glared at the bundle of annoyance on the bed, noting the mountain of homework paraphernalia scattered around David, and then swept his gaze upward to seek out the jaw he was there to check on. He wasn't going to admit to dropping by just to be a busybody and nitpick over the damage a fist had done to a jaw he had often wanted to lavish with kisses in the past, however. He was damn well going to be a pain in the ass now that he was there and could see (and hear) that David wasn't sporting any killer damage. After all, anyone that could snappily reply that loudly to his attempt to knock the door down couldn't be hurt that badly.
The redhead finished jotting down his note, then -- because his mother had taught him manners that he sometimes chose to remember -- he folded the books together and unsprawled himself into a sitting position. "Don't tempt fate, mate. I swear from the noise I've heard from down the hall someone's building a weapon of mass destruction. Or at the very least tissue destruction. Think it's Kite and Kamio, but I'm not sure. Mh." He shrugged.
"Have a seat; wanna cuppa?" Not that he felt like getting off the bed, but there were manner dictates and stuff.
Bane carelessly shrugged his shoulder on the way to the bed where he pushed aside a mound of textbooks to plop his ass down as if he owned it. “But I’m so good at tempting the bitch, don’t you think?” he replied too casually for comfort, especially considering the tempting he had done moments before the punch Saeki landed. He did love to push buttons, and damned if he wasn’t going to push a half a dozen or more of the redhead’s before it was over.
"Yeah, you are," Davide agreed, making no sign of getting up or making extra space for Bane. If the bastard didn't want to give a clear yes or no answer, he could damn well go without the tea or make it him-bloody-self. "And she finds you simply irresistible, too. So, whatcha up to?" Meaning, what the hell are you doing here and when will you leave?
“We do have such a love affair going on.” Bane nodded his head in agreement. He shifted and continued pushing things aside, until his back hit David’s headboard and long legs crossed at the ankles as they sprawled out on the bed. He closed his eyes, arms lifting to slither behind his head to cushion it. “Me? Taking a nap is what I’m up to, that ought to be plain enough to see.”
Oh, great. Just lovely-dovely with spun sugar on top, thank you ever so fucking much, Kannon, Davide thought grouchily to himself. "And you couldn't do that in yer own bed?" he complained, debating inside whether or not to give that bed up to Bane or not. He did have another one, technically, since he was alone in a doublette this semester.
"Kids at home." And not all of them his, and Bane wasn't ashamed to use the excuse that fell out of his mouth when lips curled into a small, smug smile. "Shouldn't you be doing homework, instead of talking to me?" he needled, half opening one eye to shoot a look from the corner of it toward the redhead. "Or is that jaw keeping you distracted from concentrating?"
Davide slanted a look over his shoulder at Bane, completely unreadable. "Not particularly, no. You are, though."
Bane adopted an innocent expression so foreign to his features. "Me? Now what did I do?" he almost… but only almost pouted. "Besides, you can just pretend I'm not here. Should be easy enough to do."
"Nope, it's not. I can see you plainly, sprawled all over my bed. And your feet smell." Davide was going from grumpy to petty to mentally sitting on himself to prevent his mouth from saying things it really shouldn't. Yet. And certainly not when he was this bitchy. Damn Ryou and his meddling, over-fussy, mother hen ways, anyway!
"Aren't we a bitchy one?" Bane snapped, temper spiking up a notch. "What's a matter, not enough hearts laying around for you to break?" He didn't know what was eating Davide, but as long as something was he would keep prodding and enjoy every second of discomfort the redhead displayed without feeling guilty, damn it!
Ouch. Okay, now he was pissy! Strong fingers dug into the mattress in a futile attempt at shutting up and not letting Bane get his goat again. But of course, the Amane goat was Bane's slut and would let him take her every damn time. Davide wanted a new goat really badly. "Nah, I figure I got plenty with the two right here in my bed," he said and turned around to sit sideways, so he could face Bane. "I'm pissed off because Ryou's been chewing my ass for the last couple of days, like he's my goddamn mother. You picked a bad time to visit, mate."
Bane opened his eyes fully; glare Davide's reword for his pissiness. "Cry me a river, you damn brat." He snarled softly, hardening his heart as best as he could against the urge to tease the redhead into a better frame of mind. The contrariness of his own mood swings gave him a headache, and he was sick of dealing with them. "The git's worried about you, otherwise he'd never drag his ass out of Saeki's bed long enough to nag you."
"The git just likes to be a busybody," Davide retorted, ungrateful and lacking in generosity all the way to the end. He congratulated himself on not giving in to the temptation to share with Bane his suspicions about Ryou's true motive behind the overeager fussing; namely that it was a tactic to make Davide spill about the recent micro-brawl and then get an excuse to meddle even more.
In stead, he stood up and went over to his couch to fetch a blanket, which he proceeded to spread over Bane. "Guess I better try reading again. Sweet dreams." Yep, cleverly fleeing the conversation before saying more stupid things! Right back to his couch with book and pencil.
Bane grunted, seemingly accepting the blanket and Davide's attempt to flee in favor of taking the nap he claimed to be after. He slithered down in the bed, twisted onto his side, slithering one arm up to tuck beneath a pillow to drag it beneath his head, and then fell silent. He let his mind roam, breath easing with each passing second, until it seemed he was well on the verge of drifting to sleep. One had to observe the enemy, after all, even if the enemy had a clawlike hold on his heart.
Huh, so he really did intend to sleep. Davide manfully resisted the urge to pull his hair in frustration. Just what was Bane up to, anyway? Was this Bane's way of punishing Davide for . . . well, for everything ever since he fled to Ireland and up to now? To come here and hang around, a touch here, a look there, endless needling and nagging and pain-in-the-assing all to torment and torture, to show Davide what he had left behind and would never have again. Because he had stayed away too long, the window of opportunity (and it had been a generous one) had shut and now he had to stand on the outside looking in. With Bane only too happy to perform his cruel displays right on the other wide of the cold, undaring pane.
Ach, jeez. Davide blew out an explosive sigh and glared at his book. There was little use in going on and on about his in his thoughts. It was a useless exercise and futile. And the truth was, Bane was always welcome in Davide's bed -- even if only to take a nap. He bowed his head and picked up his pencil.
After reading and taking notes for a while -- not that he would be able to account for them if asked, but the cramming period had left him with a powerful autopilot -- he glanced over at his guest. Heh. Looked like Bane had snoozed off, the stupid git. Well, he probably needed it between caring for his child and working day and night to ace his exams. Davide smiled a little, noticing that he couldn't take his eyes off the sleeping form on his bed. God, how pathetic.
He slept. Bane drifted on a light doze, senses cushioned by a thin veil of sleep. His body was well aware of where he was, mind semi-active, enough to know there was too much space between he and the redhead, so that a restless twist of body and kick of legs displayed his displeasure for the absence of a heated body by his side. That is, until he settled on his side, lashes cracked just enough that he could see the redhead a few feet away sitting on the couch and lost amid the chore of endless homework.
He didn't know how long he could go on pretending, denying to himself what lay in the tangled mess of his heart, but right then with the scent of the redhead surrounding him, clinging to the blankets on the bed and soaked into the pillow beneath his head he thought it could wait until another day. There were only a handful of moments Bane found worth treasuring, and this had to be one- a moment of ceasefire in the war where he could rest and simply be.
There was little doubt in Davide's mind and heart that Bane still carried a torch for him, bright and powerful enough to burn South America and leave naught but ashes behind. It was also painfully clear that Bane couldn't or wouldn't -- probably both -- face up to it yet. Didn't want the confrontation that was brewing and . . . well, Davide wasn't even sure Bane knew what he wanted in his heart of hearts. What was certain, though, was that Keisuke's future happiness rather outweighed both of their issues, so Davide was determined to do his utmost to steer the coming rumble so that the outcome would be beneficial. He had no desire to ruin anything, but he wanted, needed closure. And so did Bane, whether he would admit it openly or not.
Quietly, Davide got up and put the kettle on. Then he fished ingredients for sandwiches out from the fridge, and set to making one for each of them. Old favourites from back when they were kids and their mothers had been the bringers of sandwiches to active, ever-hungry boys. When all was prepared, he moved over to the bed where Bane still rested and sat down on its edge. His hand ghosted over Bane's hair and cheek, but never got close to actually touching the seemingly asleep man. It ended it's secret journey on Bane's arm, squeezing gently.
"Oi, mate. I think it's time to wake up. It's late in the evening, you're gonna make a mess out of your night like this." After a short pause, he added, "I've got tea and sangers ready."
"Shut up." Bane snarled softly without much heat. He felt those nonexistent touches clean down to his soul, and it wept over each one, especially the gentle touch on his arm. An arm he pulled out of David's grasp and in the pretense of still being more asleep than awake curled toward the heat of the body beside his, the newly freed appendage snaking around the other's waist to drag him back enough that he could nuzzle into the warmth of a broad back.
He couldn't remember ordering tea or sangers, and damn well wasn't giving up sleep time for them, especially when Davide had made the mistake of getting near octopus like arms intent on holding him right where he was so Bane could leech his body heat.
Just what planet was this fair on? Davide had to bite his tungue and count to ten to control his breath. Although the moments of not breathing at all were tell-tale enough. He closed his eyes and soaked up the warmth now curled around his waist and resting against his back.
Davide wanted to tell him. Wanted to tell Bane how he felt. He wanted to use those words he had never managed to give to Bane before -- to say it, just once, for the first and last time. To have it out there in the open. But was it right? Once those words were spoken, they couldn't be unspoken. And what would that do to Bane, who had waited so long and then, after getting the door slammed in his face again, had waited some more until life happened and there could be no more waiting around. What would it do to him to hear it now, when the bridges had been burned behind him?
It was too difficult for this evening, Davide knew. He rested his hand on the arm that was curled around his waist, lost for words and lost in time.