"Ugh, this place reeks of cigarette smoke."

Reigen closes his eyes and takes a long drag of his cigarette, exhaling slowly. The smoke burns in his throat on its way out. When he opens his eyes, the intruder is unfortunately still there. Tall with dark chestnut hair, and wearing a black suit. Though the feature that stuck out the most were the bright red circles on his cheeks. And that bothered Reigen.

It was Dimple.

"Why do you think that is?" Reigen finally says, flicking cigarette ash into the tray. He glances in Dimple's direction whose pinching his nose and waving his hand in front of his face to get rid of the smoke.

"It couldn't possibly be because I live here could it?" He says with some snark as he blows the next plume of smoke directly in Dimple's direction. He spares the thought about what breathing this stuff in would do to the unsuspecting host Dimple is possessing but considering they were in Claw; his concern fades quick.

"Cute," Dimple responds as he steps further into the room, closing in on where Reigen sits. It's almost amusing watching him maneuver through the clutter. Almost. The feeling is overwhelmed by the sense of dread and anxiety of having Dimple in his home.

Letting out a string of soft curses as he finally gets to where Reigen is, Dimple gives him a smug look as he watch's Reigen sweat.

"And it's a mess too," Dimple comments, looking around the room as his grin grows to stretch across his face. A sinister look for sure.

Reigen feels cold. His home always had an empty feeling to it no matter how much stuff he crammed into it the place always felt too big, too dim, too isolated and lonely. But now with Dimple in it, his home felt small. Dimple seemed to occupy the whole room, filling it with his breath. It's claustrophobic. Reigen would give up a great deal to have him be gone, memory erased of ever finding out where Reigen lived. But that wasn't going to happen so he opts to ignore Dimple.

"How did you find out where I live?" Reigen asks, keeping his expression neutral and calm. If he lets Dimple know just how bothered, he is it will only encourage the little bastard to continue.

"Followed you, obviously," Dimple says, his tone sarcastic.

Reigen loses a sliver of patience. Come to think of it though, he does remember throwing salt at Dimple on his way home from work. He had wondered what Dimple was doing but the spirit left before he could question him.

He had left right? Reigen had been cautious and spent an hour passing time before continuing on home to make sure that Dimple wouldn't become mischievous and follow him. That clearly didn't work as evident by Dimple's self-satisfied expression. The hair on Reigen's neck stood up on end.

"Congratulations," Reigen says with annoyance. "You now know where I live."

"I do," Dimple coos, his fingers tracing along the couch arm, dangerously close to Reigen's arm. Reigen didn't like the way he leaned over him, or the way he could feel Dimple's warm breath fall against his face. It made him feel uneasy.

"What do you want?" Reigen asks even though he knows what Dimple wants. The smirk on his face reaffirms that for him. Dimple's fingers graze against Reigen's shoulder making him jerks away. Glad one of them is having fun.

"Maybe you're not as clever as you claim to be if you don't already know," Dimple hums, moving away and Reigen feels as if he can breathe again.

"Not going to happen."

"You don't sound so sure of that."

"I am."

"I could always tell Mob. He really admires you, you know. Looks up to you. I could tell him all of your little secrets. This one…the one where you're a fraud. A fake. A liar. He'd be distraught. Can you imagine? He might never look at you again," Dimple says, with glee on his face before he turns away from Reigen. He sees Dimple's shoulder's move as he tries not to laugh. Reigen can feel sweat trickle down his face. His voice is strained when he speaks.

"So that's the kind of game you want to play," Reigen grits through his teeth as Dimple spins around, nodding his head enthusiastically. What is he a bobble head? Reigen's cigarette fizzes out. He didn't even get to smoke half of it.

"Alright," Reigen says as he stands up and begins loosening his tie.

Honestly Reigen feels a bit sick to his stomach right now but Mob is so young, full of hopes and dreams. And he doesn't want to be the cause of them shattering, so he can take a little bit of slap and tickle from Dimple if it's for that kid.

"Alright?" Dimple questions. Looking a bit dissatisfied, suspicious, and confused.

"Alright. Have it your way. Or were you expecting me to think about it longer? Sweat a bit more?" Reigen says, unbuttoning his suit jacket as he steps past Dimple into his bedroom.

Dimple follows as though he's in a daze but he recovers. Shame.

"Maybe. You sounded not too sure long ago. Changed your mind that quickly did you? I wanted it to be hard on you, to watch you squirm," Dimple says. "You gave in too fast Reigen. It's not just about the sex you know."

"I know," Reigen says, sitting down on his bed unlacing his dress shoes and pulling his socks off. He hadn't even been home long enough to take his shoes off before Dimple showed up.

"It's a power play. The sex is just a perk for you. You want to have power over me, see how far you can push me, what you can push me to do," Reigen says, moving to his belt. He slides it through the belt loops, fully aware of Dimple watching him as evident by him crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe with an amused expression.

"Very good Reigen. Maybe you are more clever than I give you credit for. And you are just so calm about all this. Nerves of steel perhaps?" Dimple jokes, eyes landing on Reigen's fingers as they hesitate on his shirt.

"You can leave that on if you want," Dimple says.

Reigen takes the shirt off.

"What? Did you expect to be the first man I've ever been with? If you can call yourself a man— I used to sleep with guys all the time when I was a bit younger than I am now. Well, men and women both really. This isn't anything new really, aside from the fact that I've never slept with a spirit before," Reigen was rambling and Dimple got him to shut up by pushing him down on to the bed, pulling Reigen pants off instead of letting him finish undressing himself.

"It'll be a lot different than those people you've slept with in the past. Trust me," Dimple says, wriggling between Reigen's thighs in a position that Reigen admittedly has limited experience with. But he won't tell Dimple that.

"You realize," Dimple grin. "Once we do this, it'll just be one more thing for me to hold over your head."

"Isn't that what half the fun is about?" Reigen says, trying his hand at being coy. Dimple must've agreed because he didn't say anything, he just continues to grin fingers sliding along Reigen's skin making him shudder.

"Roll over, I want to see if your ass is a nice as it looked in those pants," Dimple orders and Reigen obeys, shifting around to lie on his stomach. He could just feel Dimple's gaze move down his back and to his ass where it lingered. He suppressed the urge to shiver again. The mood in this room wasn't bad.

And then rough hands grabbed Reigen's hips, pulling him to the edge of the bed and he ended in a position that was almost humiliating but also erotic. Ass in the air and face in the bed, but erotic because he couldn't see Dimple's face, which was always a plus.

Dimple's hands caressing his body slowly was doing wonders on his state of arousal. He's taking his time, surprisingly. Reigen expected it to be a quick fuck and then it'd be over. No, Dimple seemed to have other plans.

"I'm going to enjoy this," Dimple coos, and Reigen thinks he might too.

The rest is almost a blur. Somewhere along the way Reigen forgot he resents Dimple. Somewhere along the way Dimple turned Reigen around, lifted him up, and fucked him against the wall. Reigen forgot to be quiet and Dimple kissed him because he knew it would irritate Reigen.

He bit Reigen's collarbone to leave a mark just below where it would be seen if Reigen didn't leave his shirt buttoned up all the way. The next week was going to be very hot Reigen recalled in the middle of it. He doesn't remember frantically trying to undress Dimple, but he must've because when Dimple left he was putting on his jacket which he'd only be doing if Reigen or himself had taken it off.

Now he sits on his bed with his back against the wall smoking what must've been his second cigarette since Dimple had finally left. Dimple who left after cumming three times in him. Three whole times, talk about excessive. Reigen wonders if Dimple's host felt anything of what they did. Wouldn't that be a hoot.

Exhaling a plume of smoke, Reigen chuckles to himself. Maybe he'll have to invite Mob over tomorrow though he'll have to clean a bit. Reigen takes one last drag of his cigarette and gets up to take a shower.

The room really does smell strongly of cigarettes. Maybe some air freshener is in order too.

A/N - guess who returns from the dead with a surprise mp100 one-shot. It's me. I can also be found on Ao3 here: /users/flickerswish
Shout out to my friend who edited this. God knows I need it while getting back into the swing of things. If you wanna check them out, you can find them on Ao3 here: /users/Calieus