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Blood was never a good thing to see on the carpet, much less when it was a trail leading from the window to the bathroom. The thud only clenched it. Hakuba pushed the door open, peering down at the beaten cat burglar, and shed his suit jacket outside of the door. “My god, Sylwen, what’s happened now? Were you followed?” He stepped around him to head for the cabinet, grabbing the clear tub of medical supplies and a towel. “Sylwen? Talk to me. Do I have time for patch ups or do I need my gun?”

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The thief gave a single, slow shake of his head, but even that seemed to be too much and he hissed, blue eyes hazy with pain clenching shut at the electric stab shooting through his skull. He’d had worse, though. He could deal. He just…needed to get back up. Before he passed out completely. Come on, body.

Move.

“N-no,” he breathed, planting a hand on the cool bathroom floor to attempt to at least push himself back up into a seated position and even that took too much time and energy – that he didn’t even have – but at least leaning against the wall was better than staying sprawled on the floor. “Think I lost ‘em. Should be fine. Sorry—”

Another breath, a hand pressing weakly against his side, head tilting ever so slightly to throw the blond a faint grin.

“—‘bout your carpet. ‘M happy t’ pay for th’ cleaning.”

“Let’s not worry about that now… If you’ve gotten blood on the Persian, it wouldn’t be the first time, and I’ll just take care of it later… let’s focus, now, on you.”  

The detective set the supplies down, then crossed over to the sink while rolling his sleeves up to his elbow. Hot water running, he washed his hands with soap, dried them off, then returned to the scene to kneel down in front of him. “Do you have an assessment of your injuries? What’s the most critical? I’ve sutures here for minor things, but if it’s worse…”

He sighed, already feeling the irritation creeping in. “But I suppose I couldn’t persuade you to go to a hospital even if you needed it, right?”

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Σ(O_O；)

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Send Σ(O_O；) for my characters reaction to having their clothes unbuttoned/unzipped by yours.

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There may have been the briefest hint of surprise flashing through the thief’s eyes when hands that most certainly didn’t belong to himself reached for the zipper of his leather suit and pulled it down with a care that was all part of the blond. 

A quiet hum left his throat and then a small, pleased smirk quirked at the corners of his lips. Hands slid upwards, ghosting over the detective’s arms and shoulders and fingertips teasingly lightly brushing against the skin of his neck, before they settled in his hair, curling into the soft, light strands and gently tugging Hakuba closer.

“I wasn’t aware you wanted me out of my clothes again that badly,” Sylwen murmured playfully, breath ghosting over the detective’s lips. “Then again…”

One hand trailed downwards again to play with the buttons of the other male’s shirt and the thief leaned in that final inch, lips just barely brushing against lips. 

"I suppose the feeling is mutual~”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” the detective barked, though his voice was like that of a chided golden retriever’s – more of a ‘boof’ than an outright booming bark. 

Though he didn’t move away from the lips or the hands, he didn’t pay them any attention, either; furiously reaching his hands to run over bare shoulders under leather, onto his chest, then back behind him, searching.

Was it there? Was there anything? Hakuba leaned closer, looking over the thief’s neck, groping for anything out of place, but he found nothing. “God, I don’t know what I’m going to do with you… Don’t you know how dangerous it is to go against the Spider?" 

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Send me a “( ø∑ø)” for our muses to wake up next to each other in the early morning after a One Night Stand together.

The quiet breathing and the barest shift of movement beside him was enough to pull the thief out of dreamland and back into the world of the living. Blue eyes blearily blinked open, but soon closed again as Sylwen burrowed himself deeper under the covers and closer to the warm body sleeping next to him. 

He had a feeling that Hakuba was either going to kill him, freak out – which seemed more likely than anything else – offer him a cup of tea or coffee, or kick him out. Or all of the above. In that order. 

Not that Sylwen particularly cared about how the detective was going to react when he woke up, because he was still too sleepy and Hakuba was warm and comfortable and Sylwen was just going to take this chance to keep snuggling up against him.

Yeah, that sounded pretty good.

And then he could tease the blond and watch him freak out as much as he wanted when he woke up. 

All of those were fairly likely possibilities given the circumstances, but for the time being, Hakuba only tightened his arms around the body next to him. His head hurt; that much he was aware of, and he could tell that he was in his own bed, because the threadcount in the sheets was just perfect. The goose down comforter kept the warmth in quite nicely, which was appreciated as he and his companion, whoever it was, were clearly naked. 

Memories filtered in like rain though cracks in the sidewalk, catching on roots or sand, but eventually seeping to his pool of thought. Yesterday had been his birthday, which explained the alcohol and in turn explained the headache. This body, though… Hakuba chanced opening one of his eyes just enough to get a glance at the dark hair against his shoulder, heart fluttering briefly. It was… 

No, it wasn’t. He smirked against the ache and shifted against the mattress to roll toward him, hand drawing up the thief’s back to his shoulderblades, hefting a sleepy sigh. Closing his eyes, he let his fingers dip into his hair, petting, while threading an ankle between Sylwen’s.

“Quite the present,” he murmured, settling again. 

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“Oh, you’re too generous, detective,” Sylwen grinned, slyly, idly tapping his lips with a finger. “Then, if I may be so bold— ah, unless you’d prefer something other than a kiss~?”

Hakuba laughed, shaking his head as he looked the thief over, slipping a hand up to his own hip in a confident, almost posturing, pose. "I think that a kiss will do just fine, my cunning little feline; one kiss, and that’s all that you’ll get from me without having to steal it.”

Even though he knew better than to challenge the thief, the detective couldn’t resist. Something about Sylwen seemed to make everyone just a tad bit crazy. He stepped forward, reaching his other hand for the thief’s chin, and leaned in to give the requested kiss. Assuming the criminal didn’t flee, he hoped that it would leave quite the impression; open-mouthed, heated, and with just a little bit of a bite to his lower lip. Short, yes, but by no means chaste. 

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“You say that like it’s a bad thing, detective,” Sylwen laughed quietly, expression turning teasing and sly and he hummed against Hakuba’s neck. “I’m quite sure we’d both enjoy the chase…”

Blue eyes briefly flickered upwards, taking in the blond’s flushed appearance with an amused quirk of his brow. It surprised the thief that Hakuba still hadn’t moved to push him away – and either it was because of the alcohol or the simple fact that he didn’t want to – but he wasn’t about to let this little opportunity slip him by.

Not yet.

"And, besides, I don’t steal back gifts~”

It was actually a combination of both – the desire that Hakuba felt to stay was far less than his ability to process common sense, which was, in truth, largely the fault of the alcohol. The detective blinked slowly, head tilting back to expose more of his neck for the cat, then closed his eyes with a soft hum of his own. 

“If you insist,” came his reply, lazy, but not quite contented. There was something missing, though Hakuba couldn’t quite place it. 

He stretched his arms in front of him, feet settling back on the floor to let the chair back down. “Though I can’t imagine what you would give to me besides a headache… or the runaround… perhaps a noose around my neck~?" 

At that moment, anything sounded good, really. 

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“Hello?” – Sylwen

1. They’ve been arrested.

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“Ah, yes, hello. Look, I know that this is a strange request, but if you’ll just hear me out, I promise to make it worth your while. You see, I find myself in a particular situation in which you, yourself, have quite the expertise in and, I, ah, well, I don’t know what to do. I’ve, ah… been sort of… incarcerated, and you are my one phone call.” 

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“Birthday?” He brightened at that, looking surprised, before an expression of fake disappointment settled on his face and he sighed, dramatically. “And you didn’t even bother to tell me about it? I would’ve wanted to get you a present!" 

He paused.

"Although…”

With another playful smirk and blue eyes sliding to halfmast, the thief pressed himself just a little closer to the detective, head tilting and lips just barely brushing against the blonde’s cheek, the faintest of a touch. “Maybe there is something I can give you, after all~?”

Hakuba closed his eyes, the color in his cheeks darkening with every passing moment and touch. He thought he knew what Sylwen was suggesting, but he wasn’t sure. Either way, he enjoyed the teasing warmth and company. So he sighed contentedly, tilting his head toward the thief in an almost nuzzling gesture. 

“You don’t have to get me anything at all…” Hakuba said, closing his eyes. “Wouldn’t you just… steal it anyway? Then I’d have to come after you…”

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“That’s the greeting I get?” Sylwen snorted, idly setting a small plastic bag down onto the floor as he moved to close the window behind him. “You could at least act a little happier at seeing me, detective. I did go through the trouble of getting here, after all.”

Ignoring the nightstand for now, the cat burglar smoothly approached Hakuba, grin shifting into a smirk and expression turning sly and playful. “So, let me ask…” He leaned forward, arms draping themselves over the blonde’s shoulders from behind, breath just barely ghosting against Hakuba’s ear as he continued. “Exactly how much did you drink tonight?”

The detective blinked, wondering when Sylwen got so close, and sucked in a breath at the warmth on his skin. It spread to a blush on his face and he winced, tilting his head back and up to try to look at him. "I actually managed to lose count, I think,” came the admission with a little bit of a hazy slur to his words. “It… was my birthday, so… scotch and rum, I think there was some…”  He blinked again, mind definitely running slower thanks to the inebriation and other distractions. It was nice, having someone so close to him. “Beer, perhaps?" 

He smiled. "It is good to see you, though… so long as you don’t rob me blind…”