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Broken glass litters the worn beige carpets of the skyscraper; a victim to a violent outburst that left drops of crimson speckling the floor. It’s a familiar sight to many who reside in these chaotic lands. Blood and violence and chaos that makes sense only in the way that the unexpected is to be expected here. Sunlight reflects off the carelessly abandoned glass shards, threatening to blind anyone who happens to stand at the wrong angle. Or perhaps it could be considered as being at the right angle. The glass is not carelessly abandoned and its placement is no accident. One could, of course, be forgiven for such an assumption of carelessness given the violent temper of the main resident of the building. A temper that hides a brilliant mind under it all.
Unfortunately for the resident, neither traps nor poor tempers are enough to dissuade Chishiya from a visit for his own entertainment. Nor the height to reach the floor he needs.
Chishiya barely manages to hide a snort as he stealthily slips into the room and sits himself down on the leather couch. From here he’s able to easily watch the black-haired man stalk across the balcony with his rifle at his side. Searching, searching, searching. Chishiya blames this behavior on the Hatter’s babbling about new visitors earlier at the party; Hatter always seems to have an uncanny ability for knowing when there’s more guests to arrive in these lands. Chishiya knows too – but that’s only after they’ve entered the land and disturbed the fabric of their world. Besides, the cheshire cat never reveals himself right away. It’s far more amusing to see how the new Alice and their friends react and if they’re worth any of his time. As for Niragi . . . Chishiya watches the restlessness that fills the march hare’s movements. Well, he supposes that hares were known to be rather aggressive this time of year. Not that Niragi’s any more palatable the rest of the year either. Others wait and hope for him to one day change, but Chishiya prefers that he doesn’t. Not if he becomes as dull as everyone else.
Heavy boots march rhythmically across the balcony outside the sliding glass door. Chishiya’s dark eyes continue to watch Niragi’s moving form; he folds his legs as he sits on the cushion and leans back. Not enough to be loud, but just enough he’s certain the other’s sharp hearing will hear the leather shift with his weight. It’s perfect. Chishiya watches Niragi frown and turn to look, and then do a double take – not surprised, just annoyed. It’s exactly what Chishiya wants.
“ Get the fuck off my couch. “ Niragi scowls as he storms towards him after stepping inside, and Chishiya’s tail gives a lazy flick that shows his utter disregard for the command directed at him.
“ Why? You weren’t using it. “ Chishiya lifts an eyebrow. “ By the way, that glass trap was an abysmal deterrent. “
Niragi narrows his eyes and reaches out to grab at him, but Chishiya simply disappears and reappears on the arm of the opposite side of the couch. It’s a rather predictable exchange, but only up to a point like now. It’s part of why the Cheshire Cat comes back to bother the March Hare again and again. His calculated predictions have an odd habit of going awry when Niragi’s involved and that’s something he can’t seem to get enough of. ( Despite the aggravation of it. ) An unfortunate byproduct was that it always seemed to feed the March Hare’s ego when he managed to achieve catching Chishiya off-guard, but sometimes sacrifices were necessary.
“ It isn’t intended for you, you god damn nuisance of a cat. “ The hare snaps back, silky black ears flat against his skull. Chishiya’s tempted to reach out and try to pet them, or have one hand appear over his head. He doesn’t; he settles for smirking instead because maybe he’s finally gotten through to Niragi that the challenges are more enticing than anything else. Niragi straightens, evidently also unsurprised his effort yielded nothing. “ I’m not stupid, there’s no way you just coincidentally decided to pay me a visit now after this morning. So, what the hell are you playing at? “
Chishiya lifts an eyebrow and then answers dryly. “ You did kill the last Alice and their friends rather quickly. “
“ Oh please, it’s not like you care about that. “ Niragi sneers and Chishiya neither denies or confirms the accusation. Doesn’t care and doesn’t need to when it’s Niragi he’s interacting with. “ Which is a joke in of itself really. Aren’t you supposed to be the Alice’s aid or something in the first half? “
“ Yes and no. I am something, but aid comes in all forms. I should think it rather depends on the type of aid that is needed. “ His eyes flick towards his hands as he examines his sharp nails casually before he adds. “ That last Alice group was rather boring and annoying though. I didn’t have any complaints about you killing them off. I think the white rabbit was quite upset though. You know how she is. And Hatter, of course. “ Chishiya doesn’t understand what Hatter finds so fun about dull people, but he doesn’t like Hatter’s parties or simplistic games either.
His silver and white tail has begun to lazily sway again and Niragi seems to decide to put down his rifle since it’s all but useless other than as a blunt force object. After all, bullets aren’t very effective when your target can just disappear. A smirk creeps back onto Chishiya’s face as he decides today seems to be a rather promising visit. It’s far more interesting than anything else he has to do today. Even if the new Alice group arrives, it’ll be a while before they get to any of the good games in his opinion.
“ Everything you just said except you finding them boring sounded like a load of bullshit made to make people’s heads hurt. “ Niragi drops down onto the opposite side of the couch and Chishiya’s nonchalance is betrayed by the subtle twitch of one ear that swivels towards the noise. That’s unexpected. “ Aren’t Cheshire cats supposed to smile? Why the fuck are you always smirking? “
“ Aren’t hares supposed to be docile creatures? They’re rather weak and stupid – “
Chishiya knows he’s playing a dangerous game when he chooses to anger the March Hare so he isn’t surprised when Niragi retaliates. If Niragi didn’t want to feel the prick of thorns then he shouldn’t have tried to jab at the cat. He is surprised when the man grabs his ankle and gives on harsh yank that drags him off the arm and sprawling onto the couch. His head slams against the armrest he’d been perched on moments ago, leaving a painful throbbing sensation as black dots dance in his vision for a second. He can already tell that the headache is going to last for a while afterwards.
The black dots clear and his eyes narrow as he focuses on the sight of Niragi caging him against the couch cushions. He’s too heavy on top of him and Chishiya’s crammed against the couch and his ears are uncomfortably crushed against the armrest of the couch. It’s unpleasant but it’s far from the worst situation he could be in. It doesn’t mean he’s not annoyed, especially with the lingering ache in his head.
His ears partially flatten as Niragi gets in his face with his stupid piercings and self-satisfied grin. It’s uncomfortable with one of Niragi’s knees jammed at the base of his ribcage and the other between Chishiya’s body and the couch, and his arms against the armrest. Niragi can’t be that comfortable either but none of that ever matters when they’re focused on each other. So what if it hurts? Small discomforts are forgotten among violence and fascination and irritation. Chishiya barely registers the pain from his head when he stares up at Niragi.
“ Want to say that again, Chishiya? “ Niragi growls and fists his hand into the moonlight strands of hair to yank the cat’s head backwards. “ Aren’t you the stupid one? Always coming in here and pissing me off just for entertainment. “ He lifts a pierced brow at him. “ And what? Under the guise of babysitting to give the new Alice and their friends some time or whatever this time? That’s a pretty lame excuse. “
“ You said it, not me. “ Chishiya nonchalantly shrugs in response with a ghost of a smile even with the warning grip in his hair. “ I guess if you need a babysitter – “
Niragi yanks on Chishiya’s hair again and he glowers at the painful tug. Wasn’t his fault Niragi gave him such a perfect opportunity.
“ I don’t. Guess you’ll do nicely for amusing me for now though. “ Niragi murmurs and bends down so close that Chishiya can feel his hot breath brushing against his skin of his throat.
It should be disgust that rears its head ; it doesn’t. It stays hidden far away – if it even exists at all. It should, but so should a lot of things with Chishiya. He should care more about the Alices and friends, he should probably try to be more helpful, but he doesn’t and he won’t. So maybe the disgust doesn’t exist in any degree. If it does exist, maybe it’s only disgust at himself.
What he feels is the dangerous striking of curiosity and desire threatening to spark into something far more dangerous. Kindling to a forest fire if he isn’t careful. Chishiya knows better. It never stops him. He shouldn’t let this spark but it might be a bit too late for that. He shouldn’t give it fuel and he shouldn’t let it grow but part of him wants to watch it burn. He wants to feel the heat of flames threatening to singe him and see it reflected back at him. Maybe he wants.
Now isn’t that a terrifying thought?
A soft, wet sensation sends his nerves into overdrive as Chishiya feels Niragi lick up the side of his throat. It’s a jarring deviation from what he expected. Except that might be a something of a lie. Either way his brain can’t seem to figure out what to focus on first, the sensation or his thoughts or Niragi’s weight keeping him against the couch.
Blood permeates the air and Chishiya’s only faintly aware of the taste of his own blood as he feels the stinging throb from his lip. It was a poor attempt to conceal his reaction; now the bitten lip serves as proof of there being a reaction. His mask could be flawless with pretty dead eyes and an unimpressed stare or infuriating smirk, but the body had so many traitorous tells. The autonomic nervous system wielded control of things that he could do nothing about other than try to cover up but he can’t. Not now. Niragi’s cackle in his ear is proof enough that he’s aware even with the cheshire cat’s silence. Or because of the silence.
“ If you really wanted this to stop, you could just disappear. “ The words feel like a threat and a promise conveniently packaged in one true statement.
Chishiya could. He could vanish out of Niragi’s grip and appear across the room.
Instead, he’s pinned under a warm, heavy body crammed onto a leather couch when they’re supposed to hate each other.
They do. Sort of.
“ Not so silver-tongued now, are ya? “ Niragi grins as he presses heated kisses over where he’d licked, sharp nips mixed into the sensation.
Chishiya arches under the teeth, his hands clutching at the fabric of Niragi’s jacket. His tail gives a satisfied thump against the side of the couch and he huffs a breathy laugh despite the buzz in his nerves. “ For someone who complains about my talking, you sure seem to miss it if I’m quiet. “
An annoyed grunt leaves Niragi, punctuated by a bite that’s definitely going to be a prominent reminder on Chishiya’s body in the coming days. “ Your talking? Yeah. Your noises? Well. I won’t mind if you get a little loud. “ He grins, purposefully grinding down as they both take a sharp inhale. This is dangerous territory.
“You’re not doing so great so far. “ Chishiya taunts him and feels a flare of victory when Niragi surges downwards to crash their lips together.
It hurts a bit ; too much force in the act to be called something as soft as a kiss. The clashing of their lips is every bit as messy and charged as they are. It’s perfect. This is what’s so exhilarating about Niragi in the best and worst of ways. ( And really, whose to say they’re not one and the same? ) He forces Chishiya to feel alive whether he wants to or not.
Chishiya’s always been something between here and there as he likes to say. Where is there only receives the answer of who knows? His disappearing ability is a useful one, both genuinely and for his own entertainment. But in a way, it makes him far less grounded in this world, less tethered and ingrained in the world. Sometimes he wonders if he’ll simply disappear to never reappear again. He always does. With this, Niragi’s weight pressing down on him and the roll of their hips, with this, the taste of Niragi on his tongue and the gasp that threatens to escape him if he isn’t careful, with this, the grip in his hair and a bruising one on his side, he’s never felt more grounded into the fabric of this world. It’s a sharp realization.
It's that thought that drives him to push up into Niragi’s mouth, one of his hands letting go of the jacket to grab at Niragi’s hair. He doesn’t care about pull on his scalp as his eyes flutter with the sensation. He greedily devours the surprise in Niragi’s voice and he shoves at the leather jacket – he wants it off because it’s irritating. It looks good on Niragi, but now it’s in his way and frankly he thinks Niragi should thank him later for not making it disappear.
Chishiya bites at the smirk he feels spread across Niragi’s lips before the other pulls back to throw off the heavy coat. It’s a brief moment of reprieve as he tries to catch his breath, but his pupils are blown wide and focused on Niragi alone. Niragi who shouldn’t manage to look quite so predatory considering the long fluffy ears he has but he does. Chishiya’s tail sways and he watches Niragi’s eyes focus on it for a moment before black eyes turning back on him and Niragi drops back down to be in his space.
Niragi’s taking his time and enjoying this.
Irritation and want fester in him like an infected wound and he starts to open his mouth. He’s abruptly cut short when he feels Niragi move one of his legs away being pinned between the couch and Chishiya’s leg to being directly in-between Chishiya’s legs. He applies the pressure right against his crotch in a way that has Chishiya’s hips jerking up in surprise at the friction.
He barely bites back a moan, and the metallic taste of blood fills his mouth as he reopens his lip wound from earlier. This time though Niragi bends to lick away the blood, and it shouldn’t be as attractive as it is. It’s twisted just how much pleasure and pain blur when Niragi’s tongue glides over his wounded lip, sucking on it. Chishiya finally cracks; a groan spills from his lips and he’s rewarded with a guttural answering noise from Niragi.
“ Fuck, you are pretty like this. “ Niragi coos, and Chishiya’s eyes are still stuck staring at the slight red tint on Niragi’s bottom lip. Pretty in the violence. Chishiya’s stomach tenses as he feels one of Niragi’s hands gliding over the plane of his stomach under the embroidered white hoodie, and he fights to not rut against Niragi’s thigh when his gaze finally meets Niragi’s eyes again.
Wandering fingers trail over his pelvis and Chishiya’s brain feels fuzzy around the edges. “ Just like this? You stare all the time. “ Chishiya scoffs only for it to break down somewhere in the middle as he feels Niragi’s hand plunge beneath his waistline and wrap his fingers around his cock.
“ So do you. “ Niragi retorts and Chishiya’s eyes squeeze shut as he feels the purposefully slow drag of Niragi’s hand over his cock. “ You think I don’t notice? “ His eyes flutter back open as he feels Niragi shifting and bending back over him, a free hand tugging at his hoodie to get it off. Chishiya helps as he pulls it off and lets it fall somewhere to the ground before he feels Niragi’s mouth on his neck, trailing to his chest. “ Please. You and your damn smirk are hard to miss. It’s so obvious even if the others don’t get it, thinking it’s nothing more than you being annoying. “ Niragi punctuates his remark with his thumb gliding over the sensitive head of Chishiya’s cock, smearing precum as Chishiya’s mouth falls open in a silent face of pleasure. Niragi’s ears twitch and Chishiya’s almost afraid he made a sound Niragi can hear but his voice has stayed silent.
Pleasure threatens to rob Chishiya of his focus, and he has to rectify that to some degree. “ And yet here you are being slow. “
He expects to see Niragi get annoyed, but he looks…abnormally calm despite just how hard Chishiya can feel that he is against his thigh. It sends a wave of disquietude through him; wary and interested at the same time because Niragi’s calm can’t spell anything good for him.
“ And yet here you are, enjoying it. “ Niragi teases a particularly sensitive spot that has Chishiya throwing his head back against the couch and ignoring his head’s protest and the headache brewing. He can feel Niragi’s mouth carving a path down his body, a violent path of bruises and marks he’ll be haunted by later. “ Besides, aren’t you supposed to be my entertainment for the sake of Alice getting a head start? Means I can play how I want, Chishiya. “
A low, warning sound rumbles from Chishiya’s throat. His tail makes an irritated thump against the couch that is startlingly loud compared to the silence, his eyes narrowed as he digs his claws into the Hare’s shoulder. “ Don’t talk about others. I don’t care if that damn JubJub bird showed up to scare them to death right now. “ His ears flatten against his skull. He should care, probably. Hatter won’t be happy, and the White Queen won’t be happy – most wouldn’t be actually, besides the Red Queen and those who follow her. But Niragi’s never been fooled by Chishiya ; he’s known that neither he nor Niragi play their roles quite right. Sure, they have their games, but they do what they want when they want.
His answer must have been what Niragi wants or at least appreciates because the man snickers as he moves close to Chishiya’s face. “ That’s more like you. “ It’s almost praise coming from Niragi. The hare lets go and Chishiya stubbornly stays still as he watches Niragi unbutton and toss away his shirt, his hands finding their way to Chishiya’s hips. “ Roll over. “
He doesn’t react right away, choosing to hold Niragi’s relentless stare. But Chishiya’s in a good mood despite the moment of sourness seconds ago, and he’s curious what exactly that other man is up to. He chooses to listen on this occasion and awkwardly clambers to roll over on the couch, his forearms resting on the armrest. One of Niragi’s hands presses against his lower back begins to slowly trail down to the patch of skin just above his tail, where the slightest brush has his body arching and muscles spasming with a barely withheld gasp. It’s nothing but another spot where there’s a large amount of nerve endings, but Niragi seems to find it amusing as he teases his fingers over the spot and Chishiya can’t deny it feels good.
Niragi’s hand withdraws to catch his swaying tail. Chishiya can feel his fingers curling around and then sliding to the base of his tail and Chishiya’s about done with this irritating, slow paced Niragi game. Niragi’s either sick of the slow pace too, or he’s sensed that Chishiya’s about to pull some stunt if he doesn’t do something. Either’s possible when it comes to the hare. Chishiya feels Niragi yank down his pants and underwear, and then the shifting of leather as Niragi moves behind him. He’s tempted to look but he thinks it’ll be more entertaining to see what Niragi does, and he doesn’t doubt there’d be consequences if he did look.
“ Don’t you fucking dare ruin my couch, or I’ll rip off your claws. “ Niragi comments and Chishiya’s brows furrow in confusion at the sudden statement. Chishiya doesn’t go around clawing things like an actual cat, so he can’t figure out what Niragi thinks might drive him to suddenly do that.
His answer doesn’t take long to arrive. Chishiya expects something. Cold lube, or maybe just spit-covered fingers if Niragi doesn’t have some on hand or can’t be bothered to grab it. He doesn’t expect the intense shock of a tongue against his perineum. He chokes on a strangled noise, hands flailing to grasp at the arm of the couch. Suddenly the threat makes a lot more sense. Niragi still had one hand on his tail, and the other is gripping at his upper thigh and Chishiya barely manages not to claw into the couch at the onslaught of sensation that leaves his head full of static.
Niragi really was always full of surprises. It’s part of what Chishiya enjoys about him. Though not usually in this scenario.
“ Oh fuck. “ Chishiya doesn’t mean to say it but it spills out as Niragi glides his tongue from his perineum to his ass and it’s a brutal wave of pleasure that has Chishiya unconsciously canting his hips a bit for more. He’d swear Niragi was smiling if he dared to look. His head falls forward and he feels Niragi’s tongue lapping at the twitching muscle and he’s left surprisingly breathless. He’s never had that before. He barely even notices when Niragi’s hand disappears from his tail or the faint click of a bottle of lube before he feels the tongue disappear. Instead, he feels two fingers smearing the slightly cool substance against his entrance. It’s a whip necking change that has the cheshire uncharacteristically off balanced.
He doesn’t have room to complain either because Niragi’s fingers press in to help open him up with a few short thrusts. Nothing’s quite enough, just a taste to enjoy the flavor before it’s gone. And Chishiya’s not used to not getting what he wants in full. He feels fingers twisting inside him before Niragi pulls them away and his tongue is back on his hole making Chishiya writhe. It’s a sensation unlike anything he’s ever experienced before and the damn piercing just adds to it.
It’s not often that Chishiya finds himself entirely out of his zone. Even unusual things tend to be somewhat familiar. But he is now and he thinks he should be alarm at how stranded he feels in the ocean of pleasure. He’s stunned to find he isn’t alarmed. Not yet at least. He shoves the thought away because he doesn’t want to think about that implication ; doesn’t want to think about any of the implications happening right now.
“ You’re so damn tight. “ Niragi mutters behind him and Chishiya moans, eyes fluttering when he feels Niragi’s tongue finally fully push inside him.
If he thought the licking was a shock, this is an entirely new field. It’s a different strange and unfamiliar sensation, but not unpleasant. He instinctively clenches around the invading muscle and then forces himself to relax as he feels Niragi’s grip on his thigh as he adjusts. But Niragi’s not kind; he’s greedy and Chishiya doesn’t mind even when Niragi cuts his adjustment time short to start pleasuring him. Niragi’s thrusting and curling his tongue and Chishiya’s vaguely aware of the quiet noises being forced past his lips. His legs tremble and the hand on his thigh squeezes him tightly as Chishiya feels the other hand still teasing around his hole while he’s being fucked open by Niragi’s tongue. His tail lashes around and he needs…something. Anything. He rocks back against the hare and tries not to picture how the man’s probably smirking. Pot calling the kettle black with Niragi’s earlier comment on smirking.
He’s not going to beg.
Is Niragi touching himself to this? Chishiya feels an electric sensation of pleasure at the thought. He’s not, Chishiya can feel both hands on him, but it’s still a though that is far more appealing than it should be. He can feel movement now, barely as he struggles to keep himself supported. The hand on his thigh travels up and ignores his aching cock to rub at his perineum and the fingers teasing at his hole move back towards his tail. What he assumes are the three dry fingers catch his tail and the two damp ones press above the patch of skin right above his tail again. If the gentle brushing touch had been bad, to feel him scratch drives him insane.
Chishiya nearly wails under the wave of pleasure. He’s pushing and arching and struggling to not tear into the leather as Niragi torments him. His cock hangs neglected between his legs but he barely even registers that fact. The pleasure tightens and builds until it explodes and Chishiya shakes violently as he cums. His sweaty forehead falls against the arm of the couch and Chishiya bites back a sob as Niragi fucks him through and drags out his orgasm further until he’s had his fill for now.
“ You’re going to make me go deaf if you’re as loud as that. “ Niragi snorts as he thumbs at Chishiya’s twitching hole till Chishiya swats at his hand. Evidently, enough is finally enough.
Chishiya turns his head to watch Niragi stand up and fight to peel off his tight pants. It’s a rather humorous sight all things considered, and he can’t help the grin on his face. One orgasm certainly isn’t enough to stop Chishiya’s mind from observing his surroundings and filing away moments to bring up later. And he definitely will be saving the memory and bringing it up at some point because even devilish-looking Niragi can’t make trying to kick off the tight pants look any less funny than it is. Chishiya had commented on it once – more because they seemed impractical in general rather than for this scenario, but it still applies as far as he’s concerned.
Niragi does manage to get the pants off though and Chishiya’s eyes immediately drop to Niragi’s cock. His mouth feels dry at the sight of how big he is, hard and waiting. All because he apparently wanted to fuck Chishiya open with his tongue and have front row seats to the sensation of him falling apart. And he’s not quite sure what to make of the fact Niragi did something that didn’t directly result in pleasure for himself, but he doesn’t want to think about those things now. Chishiya focuses on watching him climb back onto the couch behind him and lets one ear twitch towards the sound of the lube cap opening as Niragi coats his cock in lube. Less for his sake, Chishiya’s rather sure, and more for the pleasure.
“ Mm, if that last one is as noisy as you can make me be, you might as well take the loss from earlier and settle for my talking. Maybe I was just being nice to make some sound for you. “ Chishiya remarks as he lifts his tail out of the way. Is it true? No. But he doesn’t have to admit that and Niragi won’t buy it anyways.
Niragi growls and Chishiya’s prepared for some verbal retort. Instead, Niragi chooses silence as he presses the head of his cock against his hole. Chishiya’s left waiting, anticipation building until Niragi slowly presses in until the head of his cock disappears before he slams the rest of the way in. Chishiya cries out despite his efforts to keep silent, feeling the burning stretch as his body clenches down tightly around Niragi. It hurts and it feels good, the way almost anything with Niragi does. It’s infuriating and intoxicating; everything with Niragi is contradictions. Even the contradictions feel like a contradiction to themselves when they feel so right.
Fingers clutch onto the leather of the couch but he still manages not to claw it as he feels Niragi’s arms settle on either side and feels each thrust slam into him and make him shake. It’s brutal and bruising and he doesn’t doubt he’ll be aching later. He wouldn’t want it any other way though. This is them. Not gentle or sweet or slow. He feels each moan get punched out of him with every thrust, and he’s not sure when he started to slam himself back against Niragi but he is. He is and Niragi seems to relish it by the sounds of his pleased groans as they move in tandem in their pursuits.
“ How many have gotten to hear such pretty noises from you, Chishiya? So much better than your annoying chatter. “ Niragi pants in his ear and a particularly well-placed thrust has Chishiya shaking under him. His hand clutches at Niragi’s wrist and Niragi lets him.
Sometimes Chishiya has to hate how impressive the body is – both with its ability for pleasure and for the fact his body seems able to override his mind sometimes. He opens his mouth and mutters something and he only knows because Niragi says something.
“ Speak up, kitty. I can’t hear you over your own moaning. “ Niragi taunts and Chishiya growls at him. He’s not going to answer that now even if they both already know the answer.
Niragi bends closer to his back and forces Chishiya further down onto the armrest of the couch. His hand snakes below him and Chishiya jolts when he feels Niragi’s hand wrapped around his cock, fucking him in time with his thrusts.
“ Just me, right? And that’s all it’s ever going to be. “ Niragi sounds downright threatening and possessive in his ear. Chishiya will deny it but his cock throbs in Niragi’s hand and Chishiya shifts his stance just slightly so Niragi’s next thrust hits him exactly where he needs it most.
It’s wrong to enjoy the malice in Niragi’s voice towards a perceived future threat. Threat. Really, that’s a laughable thought. No one comes close to Chishiya. No one could compare to Niragi, and he loathes the thought as much as he loves it. The pleasure in Chishiya’s stomach feels like its sharpening into knives as he thinks about the words in his ear. He knows Niragi means it; no matter how big or small the perceived threat is. Because Chishiya knows what the real of their little cast don’t know.
He knows his March Hare slaughtered everyone last time because that Alice had been far too interested in the Cheshire Cat. Knows the Hare will break the s called rules of only playing games during their turns when the Alice reaches their spot if something threatens what Niragi wants.
“ You like that! “ Niragi laughs wildly against his throat and Chishiya groans, pleasure coiling too fast for his liking when he tries to tell the other to shut up. It’s Niragi’s fault thought. He’s the one that is doing this. “ You like that I’d kill anyone who dares try anything? “ Chishiya bucks into Niragi’s fist and feels Niragi slamming into him harder. They’re both so messed up; but that’s what thrived in this world of theirs. Normalcy didn’t exist, they were just different.
Niragi’s voice fades more into static in his ear as Chishiya rocks into Niragi’s hand and back against his dick, shaking under pleasure both physical and mental. Niragi’s not doing much better in fairing any longer. He can hear it in Niragi’s breathing and the frantic thrusting that starts to break the previous rhythm, how Niragi’s hands grip him tighter and the way Niragi starts talking more in his ear.
“ You’re only mine. “
And Chishiya doesn’t think about how they’ve never really talked about anything actually even if they should.
Instead, he comes undone with a loud cry and throws back his head. Niragi’s hand strokes him through and he feels teeth at his neck as he sinks into the wave of pleasure. Moments later he feels Niragi give a few hard thrusts before warmth floods him and he manages to give a weak whine of pleasure. He clenches around Niragi and savors how the other practically whines in his ear with the additional tightness.
His legs give out and Chishiya slumps down against the couch as he tries to catch his breath. But he can feel the emptiness left behind as Niragi slips out and leaves him gaping. For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of them catching their breath. Just the calm as Chishiya tries to collect himself and Niragi’s hand idly thumbs at his waist.
Chishiya barely has enough time to recover and recollect his thoughts when he feels Niragi grab his hips and flip him over onto his back. Normally he might be irritated, but all he manages to do is stare up at him questioningly as Niragi leans down closer to him. This kiss is less frantic than the earlier one, but it feels just as violent in the way it feels like it breaks Chishiya apart. It’s deep and heady and chasing. Chishiya’s eyes shoot open when he feels Niragi shift against his leg, his softened cock already twitching back to life and slowly rolling his hips against his thigh. He breaks the kiss with a surprised noise.
“ You- again? “ Chishiya lifts his head in alarm, eyes darting down and then back to Niragi’s cocky smirk. “…Guess what they say about rabbits is true. “ He mutters more to himself, ears flicking in thought.
“ You can take one more time, can’t you? “ Niragi asks except it sounds more like a challenge. He’s certain that’s purposeful, a way to poke at his pride as if Niragi hadn’t just wrung two orgasms from him with nearly no break.
It’s rather flattering to see how much he effects Niragi if he thinks about it, even if his limbs ache. ( And that won’t be great later but he doesn’t care about that. ) Chishiya doesn’t say anything but spreads his legs open a bit further to accept the challenge. He feels Niragi sink back inside him and set a different rhythm than before. Not as rough but purposeful. Chishiya’s too sensitive, heels digging into the couch and his body feels like its fizzing with pleasure as he clings onto Niragi. He tilts his head up and Niragi understands the message. He bends down and swallows Chishiya’s noises into the kiss, chasing a faster orgasm until they’re both coming undone again.
Niragi collapses down on top of him with a huff and leaves them a mess of entangled limbs on the crowded couch. A hand exhaustedly lifts to thread his fingers into the black plains of Niragi’s hair, combing through the strands of hair and daring to brush his fingers along the fur of Niragi’s soft ears. They twitch but don’t move away and Niragi doesn’t say anything to make him stop. Chishiya conceals the weak smile to himself and savors the moment despite the growing discomfort of the leather sticking to his back and drying fluids. The thought makes his nose wrinkle even as his eyes fall shut.
“ I want a bath. “ He mumbles once he finally finds his voice and gets his tongue to move. A hot bath and a nice nap.
Niragi grumbles against his chest. “ Yeah yeah. You always want a bath after. “ He replies with audible sound of exasperation. Except he’s clearly not that exasperated because he’s still letting Chishiya pet his ears. Chishiya thinks Niragi actually likes it, but he’ll never admit it and hide behind excuses. He’s not much better himself.
“ And? “ Chishiya forces his eyes open as he feels Niragi finally peel himself off both him and the couch as he stands up. “ That just means you should expect it. “
Chishiya’s too tired to move; his limbs feel heavy and he simply watches with a worn-out stare. Three so close might have been a bit too much. Niragi hovers over him but he sees a look of victory that makes him feel a weak twinge of annoyance. But it’s only surface level and nothing more.
“ I did expect it and prepare. “ Niragi confirms as he reaches down and pulls Chishiya off the couch, up into his arms. Chishiya both enjoys and hates the feeling. It’s somewhat humiliating to be carried just as much as it is nice to not have to do anything. “ If you getting a bath afterwards buys me a few more minutes of you shutting the fuck up, it’s worth it. “
“ If you like baths you could just say so. No need to be ashamed. “ Chishiya manages a teasing grin, tail slowly starting to flick back and forth again. “ Hares are- “
Niragi’s look is enough that for the sake of not being dropped on the ground, the cheshire decides to be quiet. He drops his head against Niragi’s shoulder as Niragi moves away from the sprawling living room towards the bathroom. Soon they’ll have to part ways, which is to be expected. Things always got more chaotic the moment Alice and their friends arrived. New games to play, and certain people like Hatter seeming to go madder with each new arrival. It had been a while though since a new Alice had arrived; there’s a faint flicker of interest at the arrivals but Chishiya’s certain it will evaporate like cotton candy in water the moment he encounters them. So rarely has an Alice ever been vaguely interesting outside the novelty of someone new.
“ Come on, you spoiled pain in the ass. “ Niragi strolls into the modern bathroom and sets Chishiya down at the shower to rinse himself off while the tub fills with water. Not because Niragi’s nice, just because it keeps the tentative peace a bit longer. Or so he says. Because neither of them are going to actually say what they mean or talk about things they should talk about. It works for them, that’s what matters.
Niragi beckons him over to test the water once he’s done and Chishiya isn’t surprise to find that Niragi’s gotten the temperature just right. He wastes no further time as he climbs into the large tub and sinks into the scented water. It feels nice and his muscles already feel more relaxed as his gaze shifts to watch Niragi wash off before joining him in the tub. Practical is the lie they tell themselves to make the truth more palatable. The truth that maybe they want someone there and that they want to draw out the quiet calm together for a little longer. No one else knows of this – their banter and rivalry is somewhat well known depending on the circle, but not this. This is their secret. It’s been their secret for so long, kept timed between games or when there’s no Alice to these lands and the madness starts to worsen in this land.
“ How are you so small and taking up so much of the tub? Move over, bastard. “ Niragi demands as he climbs into the fancy tub behind Chishiya.
Chishiya snorts but shifts to give Niragi and his long legs room while he still lays against the edge of the tub with half-closed eyes.
“ If you fall asleep and drown, I’m not saving you. “ Niragi’s fingers ghost over the bruises left by him on pale skin and Chishiya only hums because Niragi’s a liar. His eyes only open a bit more when he feels Niragi carefully trail a finger over the back of one of Chishiya’s ear, over the velvet soft white fur. It feels nice and he lets his eyes close. “ Aren’t you going to have to go deal with this new group soon? ”
Technically, yes. Chishiya shrugs. “ So what if they wander around a bit longer? It’s always the same. The Alice and their friends never know where they want to go other than somewhere. So any direction is the right direction, and the wrong direction can become the right direction. They meet me first but my game isn’t till much later usually. “ Chishiya answers without missing a beat.
“ …Sometimes I regret asking you anything with your cryptic bullshit answers. “ Niragi mutters dryly as he leans back against the tub. “ Like your excuse to visit today. “
Chishiya quirks his lips as he ignores the lattermost comment. “ Only sometimes? “ He can already hear Niragi’s annoyed groan before the hare does it. It’s their rhythm, this game of back and forth, a connection they hide behind whatever excuses are convenient.
If it works for them, that’s all that matters.