Disclaimer - i dont own X or Tokyo Babylon or any of the angsty bishies contained within. i am merely borrowing them. for a little bit.
been writing full metal alchemist drabbles like there is no tomorrow. and since this fandom is my other drug of choice, i thought, why the merry hell not. enjoy-fireun
It was a delicate situation.
Hell, with Subaru it was always a delicate situation, especially when he decided he was in fact the negative influence on the world, that he was a stain, a blemish- in short, when he was more angst ridden then a herd of teenage girls shopping in Hot Topic. Kamui huffed out an exasperated breath and shut his book. It was impossible to try and get anything done when Subaru was in this mood, but then again, not getting things done would only make Subaru feel worse if and when he noticed.
Well, at least he could bring the man a beer. Maybe that would distract him from considering everything that was wrong with him and deciding it wasn't worth it.
There had been a time when seeing Subaru in one of his funks would have terrified Kamui. The sight of Subaru's glazed eyes would make him think the other man had retreated too far this time, that he wouldn't be back. Kamui knew better now, knew that Subaru wasn't able to leave, not until he felt Kamui didn't need him anymore, didn't love him anymore.
Not that the ass didn't do everything in his power to try and get Kamui to hate him. At least a little.
Like right now- Subaru was perched on the rail of their apartments tiny balcony, almost actively defying the existence of gravity from the way he was leaning away from the building. Subaru knew Kamui would fret about the lack of security his current position indicated, and even if he wasn't consciously trying to push all of his lover's buttons he was doing a damn good job, as he was also smoking. A lot if the pile of butts on the ground around him, a veritable graveyard of cigarettes, was any indication.
Kamui hated it when Subaru smoked. It was like kissing a burn victim…
Instead of fussing or complaining, he shoved the cold beer into Subaru's trailing left hand, watched him blink back into cognitive awareness, and settled on the rail beside him. At least Subaru didn't pull away when Kamui rested his head on one slender shoulder. It was a delicate situation, and in situations such as that one had to be content with what they could get.