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Oct. 31st, 2007 11:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaSaeki pressed the icepack over his eye, sighing when Bane paced in front of him again. “Would you just sit down?”
“You deserved that you know.” Bane muttered, glaring indignantly at Saeki before glancing in the direction of Davide’s bedroom. Davide had dragged Itsuki in there seconds after he’d punched Saeki in the face.
“Yeah, yeah.” Pulling the icepack away Saeki gingerly tested the skin around his eye. He was definitely going to bruise. “This is how I make my money you know.”
Bane shifted, the couch cushions creaking under him. “Maybe you should get out of the business then. Find a real job.”
“Host work is a real job!” Saeki whined, turning he flopped backwards so his head was resting on Bane’s lap. Bane sent one irritable glance down at him, the irritation growing when Saeki flashed him a sweet smile. “I’m just doing it till I get my big acting break you know.”
“Butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth.” Bane muttered under his breath, causing Saeki’s smile to widen into a grin. “What do you think they’re talking about?”
Saeki’s smile faded and he dropped the ice pack into Bane’s lap, closing his eyes and enjoying the way Bane squirmed from the cold. “Don’t know. Doubt it’s anything good.” The cold disappeared when Bane tossed the icepack onto the coffee table and silence reigned for several minutes. Both men strained to hear what was happening in Davide’s bedroom.
“…hey, think they’d share?” Bane questioned.
Saeki sat up in surprise, staring at Bane like he’d grown two heads. “I think my black eye speaks for itself.”
Bane glanced at the bedroom nervously and then back at Saeki. “Well… Davide and I kind of…”
“Oh no. You didn’t!” Saeki flew off the couch, ruffling his hair. From what he could tell Davide and Itsuki had definitely gotten together last night. While it was okay for Saeki to seduce Ittchan, it was Saeki’s job to seduce people, Bane and Davide getting together; while hot, was wrong.
“Like you should talk! You had Ittchan pinned to the couch when we came in!” Bane crossed his arms. “Sleazy bastard.”
“Least Ittchan’s not younger then me.” Saeki kicked Bane lightly in the ankle. “And quiet down or they’ll hear.”
Bane had been trained by years of waiting for Davide’s every pun to miss the perfect opportunity for a perverted comment. “Let’s give them something to listen to then.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Pulling the icepack away Saeki gingerly tested the skin around his eye. He was definitely going to bruise. “This is how I make my money you know.”
Bane shifted, the couch cushions creaking under him. “Maybe you should get out of the business then. Find a real job.”
“Host work is a real job!” Saeki whined, turning he flopped backwards so his head was resting on Bane’s lap. Bane sent one irritable glance down at him, the irritation growing when Saeki flashed him a sweet smile. “I’m just doing it till I get my big acting break you know.”
“Butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth.” Bane muttered under his breath, causing Saeki’s smile to widen into a grin. “What do you think they’re talking about?”
Saeki’s smile faded and he dropped the ice pack into Bane’s lap, closing his eyes and enjoying the way Bane squirmed from the cold. “Don’t know. Doubt it’s anything good.” The cold disappeared when Bane tossed the icepack onto the coffee table and silence reigned for several minutes. Both men strained to hear what was happening in Davide’s bedroom.
“…hey, think they’d share?” Bane questioned.
Saeki sat up in surprise, staring at Bane like he’d grown two heads. “I think my black eye speaks for itself.”
Bane glanced at the bedroom nervously and then back at Saeki. “Well… Davide and I kind of…”
“Oh no. You didn’t!” Saeki flew off the couch, ruffling his hair. From what he could tell Davide and Itsuki had definitely gotten together last night. While it was okay for Saeki to seduce Ittchan, it was Saeki’s job to seduce people, Bane and Davide getting together; while hot, was wrong.
“Like you should talk! You had Ittchan pinned to the couch when we came in!” Bane crossed his arms. “Sleazy bastard.”
“Least Ittchan’s not younger then me.” Saeki kicked Bane lightly in the ankle. “And quiet down or they’ll hear.”
Bane had been trained by years of waiting for Davide’s every pun to miss the perfect opportunity for a perverted comment. “Let’s give them something to listen to then.”
