Kaku managed to squeeze pass the few carpenters merrily drinking, crossing the bar with a grin and saluting mockingly to strangers passed out on the floor. Drinking had no articular affect on him that he liked- so he didn't, and enjoyed being the only sober person around because he gets to see all his friends at only their best behavior. He sat beside Lucci at the bar, giving a wave of a hand to Blueno before the bartender could offer him a drink. Not that Blueno didn't already know about his avoidance but only to be polite. He smiled and slung an arm over his shoulder, glancing at the drink halfway gone in Lucci's hands. Hattori had fluttered only slightly before settling back on Lucci's shoulder before Kaku looked into his clouded eyes. Even intoxicated, it seemed the man didn't relinquish an ounce of dignity about the mission, which is a grateful trait in an agent-(Except if you were Jyabura, who exclaimed being a good case of drunk was doing stupid things.)
"What do you reckon we take a roll in the hay tonight?" It's a probing joke, one tolerated in the guise of a mission, and a bond close enough to Lucci that he didn't actually care but played along with the silly joke. Lucci, a master of making people think the wrong good things so he could do even worse terrible actions. It made him an agent worth reckoning and admiring to the government. He gave a moment of mocking consideration, before pushing against the counter and wrapping an arm around the younger man's shoulder to steady himself. A woman -a civilian not a shipwright- drinking next to them gave them a loud hoot that almost made Kaku blush and Lucci didn't care much at all.
"Now, now. A foot over the other." After pushing their way through the drunk haze of the bar, the outside world (sober and asleep, two minor priorities right now) a cold chill in the air swept pass. Kaku was glad for the excuse of pressing himself against Lucci for the warmth, and it seemed he didn't mind either (of course he wouldn't mind, wearing only a wife beater). The stone path had a mild sooth of water over them, with the moon high and late night stragglers like themselves basking in it with awe. If this was how a night in a bar was like in comparison to cipher pole, a sun always shining and drinks a case of loner's regret, he might understand Paulie's addiction.
"Kaku." Lucci's head hovered above his own and his voice sent chills from his ears to his neck. He turned partially and attempted to look him in the eyes, but after hearing nothing but a joke of a voice for an entire year, its shaken him up for Lucci to break character so easily. His voice wasn't even coarse, just as smooth as it always as has been. That was new, or perhaps Lucci was finally just tired—Kaku bowed his head down and hummed in response. The stars were twinkling.
"You shouldn't have come here." His voice grew quieter and he slowed them to a complete stop in the middle of the walkway, and Kaku's jaw tightened before he glanced around them. A merchant was eyeing them from a distance in his boat, two woman were staring intently at them from behind the fruit counter and they were all so obviously looking at them. Kaku fucking knew that Lucci noticed too but the arm around his shoulder was now wrapped around his waist and the other hand had a firm grip on the back of his head. He gapped for a second in embarrassment before looking up at Lucci, who looked angry, tired, bored, never sad- and looking right at him with none of those feelings.
"Why? I've managed to find a place here." He's managed to blend in, smooth out the lines, he could well become stronger than Jyabura with the training he's doing here. Lucci scowled, before gripping Kaku's hair and Rob Lucci didn't hug people because he was trained not to, but Rob Lucci of Galley La walking home drunk with Kaku would be as dotting to Kaku as much as Rob Lucci of Galley La felt like it (Kaku would realize later, that he didn't rationalize his senses to separate them and accepted the love with all the fiber of Kaku the agent, the shipwright, Lucci's friend) but names weren't important or gawking civilians with the older man, oh dear, brushing his lips against his neck and wrapping his arms around his back.
"You won't let go." And Kaku wouldn't, and he sobered at the though of a lifetime ago before water 7, before cipher pole, before training to be an agent on homeland. To saving a drowning boy and leading him places and being saved. He couldn't forget the killer child who had saved his life, and brought him onto a government ship. They knew that had been mission protocol on Lucci's behalf- Kaku had mistaken obligation for kindness but that had been enough for him till even now. Flashes of terrible people came into mind and he gripped onto Lucci's back.
"Let's go home- people are watching." Lucci didn't bother to move, still and like a stone. Kaku sighed, and Lucci lifted his head and he managed to fit into the crook of his neck. The stars were cloudy tonight, the person in the house they were currently nuzzling in front of had the radio turned up to an old jazz song. The static would take over at times, and he'd rub his thumb anxiously on the strap of Lucci's overalls before it came back to a belting woman and a sax. Kaku grinned when he saw a flash of yellow and blue coming towards them, albit staggering. With an amused tone, he murmured "Paulie's coming this way."
Kaku laughed at the sour look on Lucci's face and they began to walk again, the stars covered by the clouds. if Lucci squeezed his shoulder for no reason, he would remember forever perhaps- because Lucci was right, he couldn't let a single thing go. Flashes of terrible and beautiful things and Lucci came to mind. It wasn't nice but not as terrible flashbacks were for him. When they arrived at their apartment, Hattori flew quickly upstairs to fall asleep on his perch while Lucci grumbled on their way up.
Kaku frowned when Lucci pushed past the bathroom to the bedroom but he guessed with how things were going tonight, clothes were coming off anyways. He didn't let go till they toppled into the bed and they were both wrapped up in their own corners. A comforting silence stretched through the room, strewn in the comforter and before he felt himself drift away, the bed dipped and Kaku turned to see Lucci staring again.
He smiled softly. "You've never looked at me so much, Rob." The man blinked, rolled and propped his elbows beside his face and Lucci dipped his weight into him. If there's something only Kaku would call Lucci, it was intimate- It was the man's dirty desire to get close and make someone squirm for a last breath, or having a bird on his shoulder or shoving a finger through someone's heart or kissing someone for so long they needed to take a large breath afterwards.
It wasn't that Lucci was amateur, or didn't want to, it's just there wasn't an importance- With them just chest to chest and holding close, intimate, because no carnal pleasure was needed or even wanted. They could just have embracing and speaking without caring and thoughtless drifting, a foreign and forbidden enjoyment between assassins. Kaku trailed pecks of kisses against Lucci's ear, and only frowned for a falling black hair on his face and making him take his hands off for an even more unpleasant second to brush it away. Perhaps it was stifling, starting to perspire, and only bumping inconveniently more than kissing. It made up with holding close, with whispering affection (never Lucci- he preferred to listen, and Kaku loved speaking them) and their hands would come and go into grasps at angles (never Kaku- Lucci enjoyed the geometrical body kaku shied away from).
It was easy, and if this became more heated than normal, it was quickly forgotten. The only importance was the mission, and all of CP9 leaping in head first to take the world they have swore to reign in from its chaos. The soon to be murder and betrayal of Water 7 is a stepping stone in justice, an importance to every piece of destruction they'll reign, and especially their last- because CP9 will go out in a silent explosion of events. This caressing, soft looks, and the strength drawn from each other had nothing to do with being important, but Kaku indulged that perhaps in his own heart, a heart existing despite every trial that has ever happened, it was. The sun was already up when he woke up and Lucci was gone.