Early in the morning, Aki felt a heavy lump laying on his front. He grunted, eyes still closed, as he raised a hand to feel short locks and a torn shirt. The dark-haired grumbled, not amused in the slightest.
"Why the fuck are you sitting on me?" Aki asked, waking up to Denji literally rolled on top of him. But then, Aki pulled a wide smirk and patted the male on the head, messing up those blonde locks in the process. "Let me guess, you probably had nightmares?" Aki raised a curious black eyebrow, still smirking. He knew how to make himself laugh.
Blasted from sweet blissful sleep, Denji croaked opened his gleaming amber hues to the white light of the morning. His gaze first caught sight of Aki's jumper, and then Denji glanced up to his face. He pulled a smirk in return.
"Mornin'."
"Riiiight," replied Aki with an eye-roll.
Then, glancing away from Denji for a minute, Aki looked in his usual spot on the bedside table, searching for the precious thing in his life. Eyes snapped open, Aki's expression soon changed drastically. "Where the fuck have my cigs gone?! Fuck, fuck, fuck..."
Fuck, and the Gun Devil was still on the loose. If Aki had to go to the local corner shop, he'd need to gear up just in case he found the Gun Devil outside. Really, it could be anywhere. The whole world was like an apocalypse with such a devil out and about; not yet killed by any hunters.
"Denji," he shot a fierce glare towards the blonde. "Have you taken my cigs?"
"Arrgh, what is it?" Denji groaned roughly, fidgeting with his balls as he yawned and kept his stare fixed on Aki. Morning wood was annoying as fuck. "I don't fuckin' smoke, ya know..."
Gripping a fistful of Denji's blonde locks, Aki pulled Denji's head closer and spat in his face. "My. Cigs. Where are they?!"
Flinching backward, Denji wasn't shocked at Aki's provocation.
"Mmm, yum! Spit straight from Aki's mouth," purred the blonde. Denji lapped up a bit of spit from his finger with a smirk lining his face, watching Aki's expression.
Eyes widening, grey hues just stared directly into those amber orbs with irritation. Although, even with Denji sat on top of him, Aki took in a deep breath as a way to calm himself down. He thought for a minute.
"The Gun Devil is still around," he voiced and cleared his throat. "Ehh..."
Aki was just about to ask Denji to buy him some smokes from the corner shop - regardless of whether Denji would get killed or not - but he found something peculiar sitting behind Denji's ear.
"Quit messin' around, brat," grumped the dark-haired. Aki swiped the lone cigarette from behind Denji's ear and popped the white cancerstick in between his lips. "Fuck off and be annoying somewhere else. Power is probably around."
Amidst lighting a fire to his cigarette, Denji simply watched Aki and didn't bother to move. He didn't listen and Aki's demand didn't phase him one bit.
"Hey," spouted Denji as he failed miserably to stop pissing Aki off "I didn't even know that was there," he lied.
"I thought you didn't smoke, dumb ass."
"Hey, you're a pretty good seat," cooed the blonde as he changed the subject."Stop sitting on me, brat."
"Why not? You're comfy. You gettin' a hard-on or somethin'?"
"A hard-on? Over you? Keep dreaming."
Moving upward, Denji licked Aki's cheek, just allowing his tongue to trail up the dark-haired's face. Denji could taste the cigarette on his tongue, despite he never even touched the stick. A cloud of smoke blew in his face, and yet Denji refused to close his eyes from the incoming smoke. Cigarette smoke stunk like shit, and it was better to smoke outside rather than inside, but Aki never cared.
"I had a dream about you last night," voiced Denji with a large beam that stretched from ear-to-ear "I think you were some ninja in the dream...I can't remember..."
"Go on," he mumbled in between puffs of smoke.
"Well, you were that Speed-o-Sound Sonic guy - like, I was stealing your shurikens and stuff."
"That's a sex fantasy."
"Ya know using your sword takes months of your lifespan, right?"
"What about it?"
"You'd probably kill yourself if you were that guy."
"Fuck off," stated Aki another time "I rarely use my sword anyway."
