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Sep. 30th, 2008 01:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaAkutsu, Chinen takes a minute to realize, is not chirping.In the aftermath of violent, needy, aggressive sex, Chinen is breathing in sex and smoke scented recycled air and not at his best. Chinen presses one bony elbow into Akutsu's lumpy bed, and feels it almost get sucked in by the memory foam. Jerking himself violently out Chinen almost ends up throwing himself out of the bed entirely.
"Pick that fucking thing up." Akutsu grumbles, his back to Chinen. There is a smoke trail leading to his mouth, so Chinen assumes he's already lit up. "Before I stuff it somewhere."
"Right." Chinen doesn't know why he keeps coming back to Akutsu, violent, irritating, and uncaring as he was. Picking up the chirping communicator Chinen presses the answer button.
"Chinen." Tanishi's wide face takes up the entire screen. "Kite's moving into stage two. The hostage is on the lose and we can't count on Rokkaku." The message cuts off then. Chinen blinks for a dumbfounded moment before dragging himself out of Akutsu's bed, the blanket attempting to follow him before Chinen untangles it from his waist.
"Fuck that." Akutsu snarls and sits up, the blanket curling around his thigh but hiding none of his groin. Chinen spares a remorseful look for Akutsu's muscled chest and the long dick nestled in a thick bush of dirty blond hair. "Where the fuck are you going?"
"The warehouse." Chinen shoves his feet into his shoes, and then drags on his pants. His underwear is somewhere in the dark captain's cabin and Chinen is not going to bother looking for it. He's lost too many pairs of underwear to Akutsu's cabin to know that an excavation would take too long. "Stage two isn't going to be-"
The shock hits them both right between the eyes. Chinen goes to his knees, the thin padding of his pants no protection from the sudden drop. Bruises are going to bloom all over his knees but all Chinen can think about is hot pain electric dark. The moment passes and Chinen stares down at his hands and the floor beneath for several seconds. He can't move. He's dead. He can't…
"Fuck!" Akutsu snarls, hunched up on his bed. The cigarette smolders off to his side, lying on thankfully flame resistant padding. "That was fucking stage two, you Zombie?!"
Chinen can breathe now. Cool air moves in his lungs, one breath, two breaths, stand up straight. "That was stage two." Chinen picks up his shirt and slides it on, buttoning it with shaky fingers. "You're stage three. How soon can you have this ship ready to leave?"
"HEY AKUTSU." The shout precedes the opening of the door and Sengoku's loud interjection. "Did you- …Ah ha. I'm glad I missed the floor show." Sengoku's statement earns him a snarl and the still smoldering cigarette being tossed in his direction. "That's dangerous, Akuchu!" Sengoku grinds the cigarette out with his toe.
"We're leaving." Akutsu snarls, and he shoves Chinen out of the way when he strides through the door. Akutsu grabs a pair of boxers off the floor and pulls them on in the hallway, unselfconscious about who might be looking. Of course everyone on Akutsu's ship had long ago learned not to look, or to keep their mouths shut if they did. "Get the fuck out, Chinen, and get your fucker teammates."
"Pick that fucking thing up." Akutsu grumbles, his back to Chinen. There is a smoke trail leading to his mouth, so Chinen assumes he's already lit up. "Before I stuff it somewhere."
"Right." Chinen doesn't know why he keeps coming back to Akutsu, violent, irritating, and uncaring as he was. Picking up the chirping communicator Chinen presses the answer button.
"Chinen." Tanishi's wide face takes up the entire screen. "Kite's moving into stage two. The hostage is on the lose and we can't count on Rokkaku." The message cuts off then. Chinen blinks for a dumbfounded moment before dragging himself out of Akutsu's bed, the blanket attempting to follow him before Chinen untangles it from his waist.
"Fuck that." Akutsu snarls and sits up, the blanket curling around his thigh but hiding none of his groin. Chinen spares a remorseful look for Akutsu's muscled chest and the long dick nestled in a thick bush of dirty blond hair. "Where the fuck are you going?"
"The warehouse." Chinen shoves his feet into his shoes, and then drags on his pants. His underwear is somewhere in the dark captain's cabin and Chinen is not going to bother looking for it. He's lost too many pairs of underwear to Akutsu's cabin to know that an excavation would take too long. "Stage two isn't going to be-"
The shock hits them both right between the eyes. Chinen goes to his knees, the thin padding of his pants no protection from the sudden drop. Bruises are going to bloom all over his knees but all Chinen can think about is hot pain electric dark. The moment passes and Chinen stares down at his hands and the floor beneath for several seconds. He can't move. He's dead. He can't…
"Fuck!" Akutsu snarls, hunched up on his bed. The cigarette smolders off to his side, lying on thankfully flame resistant padding. "That was fucking stage two, you Zombie?!"
Chinen can breathe now. Cool air moves in his lungs, one breath, two breaths, stand up straight. "That was stage two." Chinen picks up his shirt and slides it on, buttoning it with shaky fingers. "You're stage three. How soon can you have this ship ready to leave?"
"HEY AKUTSU." The shout precedes the opening of the door and Sengoku's loud interjection. "Did you- …Ah ha. I'm glad I missed the floor show." Sengoku's statement earns him a snarl and the still smoldering cigarette being tossed in his direction. "That's dangerous, Akuchu!" Sengoku grinds the cigarette out with his toe.
"We're leaving." Akutsu snarls, and he shoves Chinen out of the way when he strides through the door. Akutsu grabs a pair of boxers off the floor and pulls them on in the hallway, unselfconscious about who might be looking. Of course everyone on Akutsu's ship had long ago learned not to look, or to keep their mouths shut if they did. "Get the fuck out, Chinen, and get your fucker teammates."
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