Rude Awakening
V sat on the couch drinking a cup of tea, enjoying the peace of the early morning. IV had gone out the night before, allowing him a particularly good night's sleep.
The blissful silence was shattered when IV burst through the doors and entered the sitting room wearing a smug grin.
"What are you so happy about?" asked V, a slight scowl marring his peaceful expression.
"Oh you know, quality alcohol and quality fucking."
V grimaced. IV was beyond gauche at times.
"By the way," IV called over his shoulder as he turned down the hall toward his room, a wicked glint in his eye, "you never mentioned that Kaito likes to bite."
V choked on the sip of tea he'd just taken and stared in horror at the corner of the wall as IV's cackling faded behind the slam of a door.