Stranger things have happened.

[keepingchaos]

Day: 2
Characters: Komui Li (keepingchaos), Winters Sokaro (pleasuresinpain)
Summary: Komui is in a bad way, and Sokaro never takes no for an answer.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Day - around shower time
Status: Closed, incomplete

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[pleasuresinpain]

It took Sokaro longer than expected to arrive, having gotten himself caught up in a conversation with Magatsu that he really would have rather not have had. Now all he could see was the cold face of the rose cross he bore, of it looming over the cathedral all lit up with the flickering light of votive candles. Of his worthless kids waiting for him at the end of the train station. Of Reed's ridiculous hair that Sokaro had shaved for him in his sleep before he did something stupid like get it snagged on something and get subsequently killed. Of Rabon's poorly guarded left flank, of Sokaro backhanding the stupid boy at random until he began to defend that side of him out of reflex.

And then there was Dark. Stupid, ridiculous Suman Dark. How the fuck had he ended up working himself in so deep, anyway? His stupid greased-back hair. That disgustingly kind face. He was a failure from the start. Sokaro saw that so clearly, and yet--

Give me one good reason I should fucking waste my breath teaching you how not to get your worthless self

[keepingchaos]

"...General," Komui greeted the other quietly, not turning much more than his head.

"Forgive me for not... standing to say hello..." He offered a small, grim smile in response to Sokaro's uncharacteristic surprise, a breathless little laugh escaping his throat. He probably was quite a sight, he supposed vaguely. He certainly couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this awful. There might not even have been one.

[pleasuresinpain]

"I've seen corpses looking more lively than you," Sokaro offered flatly as he heaved a sigh, expression still a little stunned to see how genuinely awful Komui looked. "What the fuck were you gonna do, turning me down like that? Lay here and wait for the reaper? Shit. How the fuck am I supposed to move you without shuffling you loose from the mortal coil?" Most of Sokaro's words were muttered to himself as he knelt at Komui's side, scowling as he tried to grapple for a handle on the situation.

"Even the Vatican fuckers were less sleazy than this."

[keepingchaos]

"Outside of heresy trials, anyway," mumbled Komui with a little snort, about all he could manage in the way of displaying his contempt at the moment. It still hurt to breathe and to talk, although the sharp burning pain of several hours ago had mostly settled down into a deep, dull, persistent ache.

For Sokaro's benefit, he pushed away from the wall a little to sit up under his own power, though he felt slightly unsteady doing even that. He'd planned to just wait a little longer until he could manage to stand up, but -- maybe even hanging onto that much pride had been foolish of him.

"I'm not dying or anything, General... it just hurts," he mumbled, one very shaky hand reaching up slowly to brush some hair out of his face. "Should be... all right, eventually."

[pleasuresinpain]

"Says you. Should I get you a fucking mirror?" Sokaro sighed, rolling his eyes a little as he reached out for Komui without much further prelude. He pulled the other into his arms as gently as really could be expected of him, cradling Komui in what was commonly referred to as 'bridal-style'. Once his grip on Komui was secure, Sokaro stood again, looking rather irritated and exasperated still.

"Come on, let's get you washed up before you get an infection or some shit," he grumbled, not much looking at Komui as he headed on out of the room. "Yer just lucky I came out of my way even though you're being a complete dipshit. Someone else might've taken the chance to roll you over and have his way with you."

[keepingchaos]

Komui supposed vaguely that he should have protested, but the fact of the matter was he would not have been likely to make it to the showers on his own two feet, and despite his utter surprise at the other man's actions, there was something strangely comforting about Sokaro being willing to cart him around. He leaned his head a little listlessly against the other's shoulder, giving a quiet laugh as they exited into the hallway. God knew this was certainly never a situation he'd envisioned happening in his wildest dreams.

"I appreciate it," he agreed, voice quietly humorous. "I wouldn't have expected you to bother."

[pleasuresinpain]

"Oh no," Sokaro warned in a half groan, jostling Komui just a little as continued on down the hall. "Don't you dare fucking appreciate me. I don't need word of this getting back to Mary and the next thing you know I'm waking up with flowers braided into my hair and brats sniveling at me with their boo-boos. I'm fucking bored, okay? It was this or pin my roommate to the wall and bestow a little humility on him, and I figured this would be slightly less of an exercise in futility. So don't fucking start with that shit, Super."

[keepingchaos]

"A-Ah--" Komui winced slightly at the brief manhandling, a couple burns on one arm scraping against Sokaro's clothes. He gave a wavering, slightly wry sort of smile as he settled back down.

"You're bored...? Thought you said -- you liked it here? Did the novelty wear off already...?"

[pleasuresinpain]

"Aaaah, some brats just don't know how to stop running their fucking mouths. It's nothing," Sokaro answered dismissively, a vague look of irritation passing over his face at the reminder of Magatsu and--

Then you're nothing more than a dog.

...

They were all a bunch of worthless dogs. I have nothing to say to them.

"My roommate's got fucking dick-sucking lips, though. Can't really get bored until I get tired of that, but a change of pace is nice once in a while," Sokaro added quickly, grinning down at Komui to keep the warm-fuzzies from becoming overwhelming between them. "Like I never got to get so nice'n intimate with you back at the Order, see?"

[keepingchaos]

".....Don't get used to it, though," Komui set the record straight with a small, disdainful pout, letting his eyes fall closed for a moment as they continued down the hall. It was slightly hard to tell under the tired pallor, but he might or might not have gone a little bit pink. "I certainly don't intend for you to... be carting me around all the time."

[pleasuresinpain]

"Better savor it while I can, then, huh?" Sokaro retorted with a hearty laugh, grinning down at Komui in a rather feral fashion for effect. "Maybe I should have you thank me properly later. I've always had Supervisor fantasies. Y'know, the kind involving you, me, your office, and me showing where I'd like you to take those fucking mission reports and shove it. There's no office here, but I'm sure we can make do, hm?"

[keepingchaos]

"Or we could not," Komui frowned, looking distinctly disgruntled. And more pink.

"The reports aren't... my fault. Every Supervisor has to collect those... Honestly, do you... undress me with your eyes every time you step in my office, or something...?"

He paused to grimace a little.

".....Don't answer that."

[pleasuresinpain]

"Why the fuck would I need to undress you with my eyes? Part of the fantasy's you in that uniform, see," Sokaro explained with a deep, rumbling laugh. He hesitated a moment then, before he went ahead and pressed a kiss on Komui's brow if only to give him even more of a hard time. "Haven't you ever had sex with your clothes on?"

A pause.

"...haven't you ever had sex, Super?"

[keepingchaos]

"....Y- Yes--"

The word came out halfway yelped, Komui staring up at Sokaro's face looking shellshocked and distinctly ruffled for a moment before he shook his head, glancing away with an incredulous little snort.

"You may find this hard to believe, but... I've even had it more than once," he told the other deadpan.

He didn't know why they even needed to have this discussion, but Sokaro was in good humor, so... he supposed he wouldn't question it for now. It wasn't like he could think of anything pleasant to talk about.

[pleasuresinpain]

"With who? I didn't think you'd fucking put out for anyone but your sis," Sokaro commented dryly, casting Komui a skeptical glance.

[keepingchaos]

".....I don't think that's any of your business," Komui muttered, flushing a little again as he looked away down the corridor.

"It wouldn't be... anyone you'd know, anyway."