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Ogata was sitting comfortably on his sofa, reading one of his dentistry books. Face rested on his palm as he re-read the same page for the third time in ten minutes. Frustration was bubbling up inside him, and he knew he would inevitably need to take a break so as to not have his hair fall out by the end of the studying session.

But he may as well have signed his hair away the moment he’d applied to this university.

He reached over to take another sip from his coffee, bringing to his mouth only to have the leftover coffee grounds sit bitterly on his tongue. With a sigh, he took it as his sign for a small pause, walking over to the small kitchenette his shitty dorms provided.

He didn’t get to start on his coffee, before the sound of fiddling came from his front door. His roommate was away at his parents home for the day, and there was no one who would be visiting him at this hour unannounced. Ogata didn’t get the chance to grab a potential weapon, before the door swung open, revealing a tall man, his features indicating he was most likely not Japanese.

Panic washed over him as the man stumbled forward, and before Ogata could react, shout at him, throw the boiling coffee, anything- the man tripped over his own feet, falling over the sofa’s backrests with a thud, followed by a groan from the man himself.

Ogata watched it all, frozen in place as his hands rested on the drip brewer on his counter. The intruder laid impossibly still over his sofa, Ogata wondered if he had maybe fallen asleep.

He walked cautiously over to the couch, steel spatula in one hand just in case.

Examining the situation— he was definitely passed out, a small snore coming from the man confirmed it. Ogata was befuddled. He usually kept his door locked, but today he must’ve forgotten with how preoccupied his mind was with the amount of studying he needed to complete the following week. It was a Friday night, and the man looked clearly drunk, so Ogata put two and two together, figuring he must’ve gotten the wrong dorm by accident, and been too plastered to care about seeing an absolute stranger in his (supposed) own room.

Ogata debated waking him up, but despite his rational side screaming at him to just slap the man awake and kick him out, he couldn't bring himself to. Had it been someone he knew, he would've probably done it in an instant, but for some unknown reason he just couldn't now.

He scrutinized the man's appearance. He couldn't see his face, but he had a sort of honeyed-red hair color. He was in a plain T-shirt, which was covered in sweat, and his jeans hung loosely around his hips, the band of his boxers peaking through.

He couldn't find a logical reasoning as to why he had let the man stay, so he didn't think too deeply into it. Besides, he was already tired from the lack of sleep his schedule has been the cause of, so he may as well have been hallucinating for all he knew. He turned off the lamp by the couch, before walking over to his own room to catch some sleep of his own.

Vasily’s eyelids felt heavy, he couldn’t remember what he dreamed of, or if he had at all. His back hurt, and respectively his whole body felt sore. Coming to his senses, he attempted to move off of-…he wasn’t sure what, really- but the bile rising up in his throat sent him jumping off his resting space and looking for his bathroom. The fact that his bathroom was not in its usual place was a different problem.

He was hunched over the toilet, spilling out his guts. The splashing sound of his vomit hitting the water made him puke another round each time, the grossness of it all sickening him more, as he was stuck over the bowl until he was completely empty of any fluids. He failed to notice footsteps approaching him.

When Vasily was all out of energy, he stayed in place, closing his eyes as he caught his breath. No longer high on adrenaline, the raging headache he had gnawed at his brain, as if someone was drilling themselves out of his skull.

His mouth was dry, and his stomach hurt. He tried opening his eyes, but the prickling sensation of light sent tears welling up there, and he settled on keeping them closed for now. His thoughts were foggy, and he could not remember what had led him up to this point.

“Got you some water.” Someone spoke dangerously close behind him.

Vasily gripped the toilet bowl, turning sharply to look behind himself at the source of the voice, despite every sense in his body screaming at him to stop moving. This person spoke English, at least.

“I’ll give you some pain killers after you recover a bit, don’t want you puking out your organs next.”

He calmed down a bit at the lack of threat the other was displaying, gingerly accepting the cup of water. He sloshed some in his mouth to get rid of the sour taste, spitting it out before taking small sips every once in a while.

He handed back the glass to the man, as he finally got a good look at his face. Vasily instantly took note of the two scars on his face, before flickering his gaze to the man's black eyes, the darkest Vasily had ever seen.

“Where am I?” Was all Vasily could ask.

“In my dorm.” The man deadpanned.

Vasily looked around for a bit, another stab at his brain sent his hand to his temple, rubbing it in a self soothing motion not being much help.

“I’m sorry, I have no idea what happened.” Vasily uttered, guilt lacing his tone.

“I figured that much.” The man shrugged. “Are you a student here?”

“Yes. I was at a party.” Vasily recalled with a heavy Russian accent. “I think I got drunk, tried going home and somehow ended up here.”

They sat in silence for a while, before Vasily reached up a hand to the man, acutely aware that he was still on his knees.

“Vasily.” He introduced, and the man accepted the handshake.

“Ogata.”

“I’m sorry.” Vasily was overwhelmed with pain and shame, not knowing better how to express these feelings, he attempted getting up, flushing the toilet.

“Not the first time I’ve had strangers in my dorm. My roommate will bring anyone in, I’m surprised I wasn’t stabbed in my sleep yet.” He yawned.

Vasily chuckled at that.

“I’ll uh- get out of your hair now.” Vasily said awkwardly, side stepping Ogata.

Ogata, however, wasn’t ready to let the foreign man go yet. He really didn’t know what was wrong with him ever since the man stepped foot into his home.

“What about the pain killers I offered you?” He supplied.

“Oh, thank you, there’s no need-”

“Don’t refuse my hospitality, did no one teach you manners?” Ogata accused, shutting the other man up. He exited the bathroom with Vasily trailing pliantly behind him. “Coffee?”

“Sure.” Vasily said, seeing no point in refusing. Or telling him he preferred tea.

Ogata poured them each a cup, as Vasily looked around the small kitchen, there were no walls separating it from the living room, only different floors to indicate the change of room. The fridge was covered with magnets, souvenirs, or pictures of Ogata and people he didn’t recognize. There were dishes piled up in the sink, and crumbs on every surface. It was messy, but Vasily couldn’t bring himself to care. While his own space was clean, it wasn’t tidy by any means.

“Do you usually end up at a random person’s house after a night out?” Ogata asked, taking a sip out of his scorching hot coffee, while Vasily was still blowing into his.

“I gotta say this is a first.” Vasily grinned.

“Maybe it’ll be a lesson to not drink like you’re immune to hangovers." Ogata scolded lightly.

"Ah, I remember now." Vasily spoke. "Some people from my courses knew I was Russian and dared me to drink until I couldn't for money. I was quite confident and earned a good couple thousand yen, but then they kept pushing and I kept agreeing, next thing I knew I was calling an uber to the dorms, but I guess I entered the wrong building."

"Hah, sounds like you deserved it." Ogata smirked, and Vasily chuckled.

"Next time I'll just be grateful for what I get."

To Vasily’s surprise, Ogata was more reserved than he had expected. He’d assumed someone who’d let him inside his home so easily would’ve been aching for social interaction, but no, the reason he’d been allowed to stay remained a mystery, as did Ogata’s life. He didn’t give much insight on himself, only telling him about his studies and surface level information.

Vasily on the other hand had no problem answering the questions being thrown at him, considering it a giveback for Ogata’s generosity. Vasily tended to be a bit cynical of people in general, most of the people he’d met, to him, were lazy and unimaginative, or simply unable to understand the depth and complexity of his mind. And yet, he found himself having no problem holding a deep and meaningful conversation with Ogata once the ice was broken and they’d gotten past the pleasantries stage.

And he couldn't deny that he found Ogata pleasing to look at.

Words somehow came easy, and time went by quicker than either man realized. Their bubble burst when the front door was opened to reveal a man Vasily didn’t recognize, but assumed to be Ogata’s roommate.

“Hellooo- Oh, about time, Hyaku!” The man announced his presence loudly in Japanese, and Vasily could only make out Ogata’s name.

“This is my annoying roommate I was telling you about, Usami.” Ogata’s eyes were back on him.

“Ogata, I’m hurt!” Usami mock cried, “But also flattered you mentioned me.” He purred, placing a hand on his chest as he approached the table they were sitting at. He was carrying a bag of groceries which he placed on the counter.

“If I’d known Ogata had brought a date over I would’ve got snacks for you too, but all good, you can just have his portion.” Usami said, pulling out some ice cream.

“It’s alright.” Vasily put a hand up in defense. Usami shrugged, tearing open the ice cream package.

“So,” he began, getting a taste of the chocolate top. “How’d you two meet?”

Ogata and Vasily shared a look, trying to telepathically ask each other if they should lie or not.

“We-” “He-” They said at the same time, and Usami raised a brow.

“Fine, don’t tell me.” He said sedately. “I’ll just assume it was on grindr.”

“Fuck off, only perverts like you use that shit.” Ogata scoffed.

“And which one of us is still a virgin?” Usami smirked, ice cream still on his lips. “Oops, sorry, too much information for your friend?”

Ogata didn’t reply, instead staring daggers at Usami whose smugness didn’t falter. Vasily stared wearily in between them. A small part of him was happy to find out Ogata was a virgin, for reasons he didn't want to think about right now.

“For how long have you guys been roommates?” Vasily asked curiously, trying to ease the tension.

“Three years, give or take.” Usami said.

“Feels like a decade.” Ogata sighed, slicking back his hair.

“Still mad about what I said?” Usami pouted. “You know, I’ve offered to-”

“Shut up.” Ogata scowled, and Usami giggled cruelly. Vasily felt kind of bad for the man. And also wondered how they’d put up with each other for so long.

“Maybe even your friend here could help.” Usami winked, and Ogata considered strangling him. “Okay, I know when I’m not wanted anymore. I’m going.”

“Sure you do.” Ogata muttered as Usami left the room, the two men alone once more. The paper thin walls didn’t give them much privacy, however.

Ogata's sudden outburst was unlike his usual self, where normally he'd pay Usami's teasing a fifth of his attention, the Russian man's presence somehow had him jumping to defend his dignity, as if having something to prove to him.

He was still deciding if he wanted to keep such a mystery to his life around.

Well, he supposed it made sense on why he liked Vasily. They shared similar views and interests upon first glance, and Vasily was more than comfortable with letting silence settle in at times.

“I was gonna go to the library in a bit, you can join me if you’re gonna keep quiet.” Ogata said.

“Of course. I just need to grab my stuff as well.”

Ogata nodded, and they planned on meeting up at the library in an hour, exchanging Discords while they were at it.

The following week, overwhelmed by school work, they seldom got to see each other face to face. They had, however, began a sort of a nightly ritual. They'd play at least an hour or two everyday, be it full matches of FPS games, or a couple rounds of Chess.

Vasily's ability to not only keep up with him, but also surpass him in more ways than one, had definitely been a jibe at Ogata's ego. But even more so, a challenge. One he took upon himself to overcome sooner than later.

"How did you die again?" Ogata berated, watching Vasily get taken away by the hunter on the other side of the map, as he fixed another generator.

"Shut up. He's literally on my ass all game, you probably haven't seen him once. You're welcome." Vasily defended.

It was his last strike, and he was out of the game, now only being able to spectate Ogata.

"Wah, wah, wah." Ogata mocked, successfully ragebaiting Vasily, who started throwing profanities at him.

Making fun of Vasily alone was peak entertainment to him, but getting a reaction out of it was an added bonus each time.

"Say, are you free tomorrow?" Vasily asked, catching Ogata off guard.

"Why?"

"We keep saying we need to watch a movie together, and I'm able tomorrow if I ignore all my projects."

"Your projects consist of drawing something like once per week, isn't that what you're meant to do anyway?" Ogata said, knowing it ticked Vasily off to belittle his studies.

The fact that he admired his deftness when it came to art was unrelated.

"That's like me saying all you do is stare at pictures of teeth all day."

Vasily heard the sound of a soda can popping open, which was Ogata’s equivalent of saying 'wah wah wah' again.

They walked through the busy mall as the usual overly-played trendy songs sang in the background.

"I'm not paying for overpriced popcorn and watered down soda, let's get some snacks from the store." Ogata said.

"But they won't let us in with outside food." Vasily frowned.

"So? Hide it in your jacket or something, you already look pregnant, won't make a difference." Ogata shrugged, failing at enraging Vasily, who knew his body physique was not something to be laughed at.

Ogata himself had once made a comment asking what they fed Russian babies, Vasily simply laughed and said he just worked out. "I do too and I'm not built like a brick wall." Had been Ogata's response. They went back and forth a for a long time that evening.

They went to one of the stores, paying a significantly smaller amount than they would've at the actual cinema. When getting their tickets, Vasily had been sweating bullets, but kept his neutral expression to the end, despite his hammering heart and sweaty hands.

Once they were inside the screen's room, Ogata had elbowed him.

"Thought you'd piss your pants any second there." He teased.

"Shut up. I just didn't want to have wasted money for nothing."

They were, in fact, university students with tight budgets, after all. They went to their respective seats, the room mostly emptied out, aside from the occasional group of people.

"If this nachos flavor sucks I'm making you go back to the store to buy something else." Ogata warned, opening the bag of chips with a loud sound that echoed throughout the otherwise silent room. He brought one chip to his mouth, the crunching probably heard by every soul within a 50 meter radius. "Okay, you get to see another day."

Vasily smiled, pleased that Ogata had liked his favorite flavor of chips.

"Don't finish them before the movie starts."

"I'm not you, fatass."

They silently made their way outside mid-movie after having agreed it had been a waste of money anyway. They walked to the food court, spending some time looking around for an empty table. Ogata went ahead and ordered their food, while Vasily kept their places occupied.

Vasily had nearly strangled him when Ogata had said he wouldn't get anything, insisting he wasn't hungry. Vasily had called him out on his bullshit, but still wasn't sure why exactly the man didn't want to eat with him.

Ogata thought he was stubborn, but he clearly hadn't met Vasily before that, for he had not let the man be until he admitted he just didn't want to pay for the food.

Vasily gave him his card without a second thought. It wasn't like he could get much more than two meals. In regards to their financial situation they weren't too far apart, but Vasily just so happened to have enough for both of them that time.

Ogata expressed his gratitude by not calling him a Russian dog for the rest of the day.

"Are you and Usami… close?" He asked out of nowhere, making Ogata stop mid bite into his food.

"Why, interested?" He monotoned, finishing his dive into the piece of chicken.

"You or him?" Vasily grinned, and Ogata rolled his eyes.

"No, we're not." He answered simply, and despite having answered truthfully, he felt as if his words had betrayed his actual feelings on the matter. Usami pissed him off beyond comprehension and belief, but Ogata might not necessarily wish he'd get hit by a truck, despite past claims.

"Either way, I'm too busy for relationships, so you can stop buying me food now." Ogata said.

Vasily seemed genuinely taken aback by this, pausing before replying.

"I didn't buy you food so you would date me."

"Oh, so now you're back tracking because I rejected you?" Ogata scoffed, "I swear, men like you piss me off."

Vasily wore a full-on frown now, seemingly offended by Ogata's words.

"No. What?" Vasily said, "I'm sorry."

Now it was Ogata's turn to be taken aback.

"What the fuck are you apologizing for?" Ogata scowled.

"Well clearly I struck a nerve with the whole relationship thing, I didn't mean to reopen old wounds." Vasily shrugged, taking a sip from his soda.

Vasily was clearly making fun of him now, and Ogata wasn't sure if he wanted to strangle him or take him up on the relationship offer and eventually poison his food instead.

"I bet you're a real Casanova, aren't you? You have all the ladies swooning when they see yet another unwashed foreigner in their country."

"Jealous I'm gonna steal them from you? Not like they're too happy with their current options. Birthrates in Japan are declining." Vasily kept his voice leveled, but Ogata could see the twitch in his lip, as if holding back a smirk.

"Did you come here because the cousin you were supposed to marry in your buttfuck nowhere village ran away from you?" Ogata spat.

They got weird looks from the table of teenagers nearby, but they ignored them and continued bickering.

Usami was in the living room, suitcases surrounding him, when Ogata had just come back from his classes. He was fully dressed in outside clothes and struggling to get one of the zippers to move.

"Where are you going?" Ogata asked.

"Rented an apartment closer to my job, and since I'm graduating this year I might as well take it now, it's not exactly easy to find cheap places in Tokyo." Usami explained, zipping up the last open suitcase.

What the hell?

"You were gonna leave without telling me?" Ogata asked flatly.

"Oh don't cry, I'm not leaving right now." Usami cooed, "Going out with everyone for drinks tonight. Was gonna ask if you wanna join."

Tonight he was gonna play with Vasily…

"I'll pass, I've seen your face enough for a lifetime." Ogata said.

"Alright." Usami shrugged. "I'll come back around midnight, probably." And with that he left.

Ogata went to the kitchen to grab an energy drink, too tired to chew food. He just wanted to get on his computer and forget about the exam he flunked today. When he booted it up, Vasily was already online. He called Ogata as soon as he saw his discord icon turn red.

"Stalker." Ogata muttered upon picking up.

"We were gonna play at 9pm, it's 9 and 2 minutes, how am I a stalker?" Vasily asked.

They hopped on the game, and drifted into a mindless chatter as usual, straying from university stuff, focusing on the game and strategies they'd conjure.

"Are you fucking retarded? I said one was garage." Ogata said after watching Vasily get flanked and killed.

"Maybe turn up your mic or stop murmuring like an eboy." Vasily scoffed, beginning to make throat sounds he thought sounded like Ogata's voice.

"Oh shut up, you think I don't hear when you make your voice deeper when there's a girl on the team? You sound like a fucking chainsmoker."

"And you sound like you get fucked in the ass by your roommate."

Obviously their fighting did not stop even after the 13-2 loss they received, and Ogata had not realized the time until he heard the sound of his soon-to-not-be-anymore roommate coming home already.

"Hold on, Usami is here." Ogata said, taking off his headset as Vasily was asking him if he played with two hands on his keyboard.

Usami was just getting out the bathroom, jeans unbuttoned and shirt long thrown somewhere.

"Drank too much." Usami grumbled.

He did admittedly look like shit. Ogata wasn't too bothered he hadn't come.

"When do you leave tomorrow?" Ogata asked.

"Hyaku, do I look like I'm in the mood for chitchat?" Usami gave a sickeningly sweet smile. Ogata stayed quiet. "Great, you're not retarded after all. Goodnight."

Usami slammed the door shut behind him, and Ogata retreated back to his own room.

"Asshole." He muttered under his breath. "You don't have to take it out on me no one wanted to come home with you tonight."

Vasily was waiting patiently for him. Just kidding, he started a match without him.

"What the hell?" Ogata scowled, "I was gone for two minutes."

"Weren't you saying how I'm useless anyway? Go play with the randoms you love so much." Vasily said.

"You sound like an insecure girlfriend." Ogata scoffed.

"Closest thing you'll get to a partner."

"Oh ha-ha, paying a prostitute to say 'I love you' doesn't mean you have a girlfriend now, Vasya."

"What's your obsession with me having a girlfriend, you fucking cuck?"

"Just reminding you no one wants you."

Vasily was quiet for a moment, and once the silence wasn't broken for another whole minute, Ogata considered something was wrong. His mind was cluttered with Usami leaving as well, he might need to get a new roommate if he wanted to keep up with rent.

Ogata rubbed a hand over his face. "Did your headset die?" He asked.

No reply.

"Hello??"

…

"You know…" Vasily started, hesitating for a tad too long. "If I didn't know better I'd say you just didn't want me to date someone." He said, if it had been meant as a joke he had done a poor job at hiding his mismatching tone.

"What do you mean?" Ogata rubbed the bridge of his nose. He was not in the mood for this shit.

"Just that for some reason you want me to stay single." Vasily teased, this time a hint of mirth in his voice.

Ogata stared at the screen as if Vasily could see his murderous glare.

"You're useless." Ogata scoffed.

"You're not denying it." Vasily grinned.

"Focus on your fucking game. And stream for me."

Vasily chuckled, but did just that.

Usami was gone for good. Ogata couldn't say he wasn't happy with the arrangement, but realistically, he knew he couldn't live alone for long, unless he wanted to abandon this place and move to some measly one room apartment. Usami had also been the one mostly buying all the groceries, so he could only grimly await how his diet would soon go from horrible to atrocious.

Ogata stretched, hearing each of his joints pop.

"I'm logging off, need to study." Ogata muttered, leaving his and Vasily's shared party.

"Oh, come on, one more. We can't end on a loss." Vasily insisted, but the tired lint in his voice was apparent.

"I need to wake up early tomorrow." Ogata said. Vasily sighed disappointingly, but let him be. "Shouldn't you go to sleep as well? It's late."

"I'll go when you leave." Vasily said simply.

Come to think of it, Ogata was always the one getting off the game first. University didn't leave him much free time, and Vasily had his own fair share of assignments and important exams. So he knew Vasily wasn't bumming around all day, he had shit to do. And yet, every time Ogata tried to recall an occasion where Vasily had cut their gaming time short and left first, his mind came up blank. Or maybe- it just didn't happen.

"And what if I don't? Gonna stay up all night playing with me till I go?" Ogata asked, deadpan as usual, but undeniably curious.

There was silence for a moment, before Vasily cleared his throat. "Probably."

Ogata let out an involuntary sharp laugh. "You really have no friends, huh."

"I just… can't really sleep. I might as well play with you than lay in bed and stare at the ceiling all night." Vasily said.

Ogata wondered how come he'd never noticed. Especially when he himself suffered from severe insomnia. He'd spend most nights studying or playing video games. He'd never known Vasily probably just queued games continuously once he left, knowing sleep wouldn't claim him. It was probably a depressing thought, but Ogata wasn't looking at it that way, but rather as an opportunity.

Ogata fiddled with the wire of his headset for a second before speaking. "So you play with me because you have nothing better to do?"

"What? No." Vasily groaned when he heard Ogata chuckling. "Bastard."

"Goodnight, Vasya."

The search for a roommate had gone as expected. He'd texted in their friend group chat and gotten ignored or humiliated for asking. He had even mustered up the guts to ask two of his classmates he'd spoken to once or twice in the past four years. It was a fruitless endeavor.

Ogata was left with one plausible option.

Well, he was aware of Vasily being an option from the beginning, but the thought was left untouched and hidden for the simple reason that Ogata didn't want to ask Vasily to be his roommate. He could make it seem like he was offering to everyone else all he wanted, and even if he sounded like a beggar asking for change he didn't care that much. But with Vasily, for some reason, it was different.

Vasily wasn't selfish when it came to doing things for Ogata, he'd come to notice. He'd buy Ogata meals every time he was able, and his generosity would even come out in-game, where he'd buy Ogata sniper rifles, despite it being the most expensive gun. Despite Vasily not being able to buy a gun of his own.

As much as it was annoying, it was convenient. But it didn't exactly enthrall Ogata. It made him feel like he was indebted to the Russian, and now asking him to be roommates would be all too much.

Well, it didn't have to come to Ogata asking anything.

"So, a little birdie told me you're asking around for a new roommate." Vasily said, getting straight to the point.

Ogata simply grunted in response, taking a drag out of his cigarette. Vasily was over at his place as usual, and Ogata was smoking near the window, while Vasily sat next to him at the kitchen table.

"And you didn't ask me." Vasily sighed in faux sadness.

Ogata stared at Vasily, not having the heart to tell him he was the first person he'd thought of asking.

"Just didn't cross my mind." He shrugged.

Vasily gave out a dry laugh, continuing to doodle mindlessly in his sketchpad. "If you don't want to tell me why you don't want to be roommates that's fine, but don't lie to me, Ogata."

Ogata's head turned to look at Vasily, who was glaring into his notebook like it had somehow come to life and killed his mother. Ogata had not expected Vasily to say something so vulnerable in that serious tone, like Ogata had deliberately went out of his way to avoid asking him because he hated him or something.

"Who said I didn't?" Ogata asked.

Vasily's pen stopped for a moment, but he continued drawing.

"Do you?"

"Mm, depends on your answer." Ogata slicked his hair back.

"So, if I say yes, you want me to be your roommate, and if I say no, you don't want it either?" Vasily asked, more amused this time.

Ogata thought about it for a moment.

"Also depends on how excited you are."

"How excited do I have to be?" Vasily asked, too entertained by Ogata putting such importance on the matter. He was the one in need for a roommate, yet still made Vasily prove himself.

"Enough so I know you're deserving." Ogata replied seriously, but the small twitch in his lips gave him away.

Suddenly, Vasily closed his notepad, before falling to his knees in front of Ogata, bangs tousling over his eyes. Ogata nearly dropped his cigarette.

"Please, Ogata, let me be your roommate." Vasily begged.

Ogata felt Ogata junior coming to life at the sight of the tall Russian on his knees for him, but willed him away.

"That's too much. Offer denied." Ogata said.

"Pleaseeee." Vasily begged, now wrapping his arms around one of Ogata's legs.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Ogata yelped, trying to get out of Vasily's steadfast grip.

"I'll make you the best pelmeni you'll ever eat." Vasily promised.

"You oversized brute, get off!" Ogata kicked him.

Vasily let go, but remained where he was, looking up at Ogata with pleading eyes and a pout.

"I think I'm good without a roommate, actually." Ogata said.

Vasily smiled, "I'll start packing tomorrow."

Vasily wasn't one to brag, but he'd definitely turned the room he was given into something he could call home. The messiness only added pizzazz.

Usami's old room was slightly larger than Ogata's. Now it was littered with his art supplies and looked more cramped than the other's. His gaming setup was obviously installed first, but it hadn't been much of a hassle to move from his own dorm. This apartment was a lot nicer, and it made sense with the higher pricing, but he could handle it for now. Worse come to worst he'd pick up another job.

Vasily finished stacking up his books on a shelf when Ogata walked in.

"You done?" Ogata asked, not waiting for a reply. "Let's go eat, I'm starving."

Vasily nodded.

They made it to the cafeteria on campus, wanting to save the extra money for now to see how their budgeting would look. They ate quickly, then walked together to the library for some studying. The day went by slowly, and even as the library gradually emptied, neither man made a move to leave yet. Ogata reached for his energy drink, and in the process of doing so, his eyes landed on Vasily.

His mask was removed so he could sip on his drink without having to take it off each time. Vasily was laser focused on his book, a tight frown on his face. Light freckles dotted his pale skin, and Ogata wondered how he'd never noticed them before. He was aware of Vasily's features. Well-kept beard, straight nose, full eyelashes, blue eyes with heavy eyebags under and the crow's feet next to them despite his young age. He just didn't think twice about them, the same way he looked at himself and didn't think anything. But he couldn't say he didn't feel anything when he looked at Vasily.

For anyone else it would've been a faint sensation, akin to nothing compared to the full blown stir of ecstasy people would describe when looking at someone they loved. He didn't think Vasily was this divine being that would cure all his issues with one smile. Vasily was something stable in his life, always acting as Ogata expected him to. He talked straight to the point and didn't spare Ogata's feelings when something was wrong. And Ogata liked him that way. It was impossible to imagine himself being close with someone that wasn't exactly like Vasily.

Ogata absent-mindedly leaned closer.

Vasily looked up to meet his eyes for a brief second, before Ogata looked away.

Fucking great, now he was giving him the wrong impression.

"You should put your mask back on." Ogata said, flipping through his notebook.

"Why?" Vasily asked genuinely.

"You look better with it on." Ogata said, and Vasily let out a quiet 'hmph,' but put it on regardless.

Vasily and Ogata were kicked out of the library by a tired worker who told them it was half an hour past closing time.

They stepped outside into the night. It was a weird feeling to enter a building during daytime and leave it at night. They walked together for a while, going in the general direction of their dorm. All the sleepiness from earlier was washed away as soon as the cold air hit them, and with a shared glance, they knew there was no point to go home and sleep yet.

"There's a kebab shop that's still open nearby." Vasily said.

"We can go." Ogata said. "But you pay."

"Sure." Vasily said, before frowning, "Actually…"

He patted his pockets to find his wallet, before pulling it out to rummage through. He showed the insides to Ogata.

"This should be enough, right?" Vasily asked.

Before Ogata realized, he began laughing. He wasn't sure if it was because Vasily was asking if a thousand yen was enough for the two of them, or from just how absurd it was that they didn't have enough money for two meals.

"I'm not getting paid until the end of the week." Vasily pouted, putting his wallet away.

"Maybe we should just eat at home." Ogata said, still smiling.

Vasily sighed, "Yeah."

Winter was ending, and the once chilly night air was now comfortable to walk through in a simple sweater, or, if you were Vasily, a t-shirt.

"How are you not cold?" Ogata grumbled, pushing past the masses of people also trying to make their way to the entrance of the restaurant. It was a mix of a restaurant and a club, having a stage where local bands would sometimes preform. The place was meant for larger groups of people, and it was their group's go-to for their every three month meet-up.

"No, are you?" Vasily asked with genuine concern.

"Nah," Ogata shrugged, "What if I was? Gonna offer your t-shirt?"

Vasily looked like he was considering it.

"Can you two stop trailing behind? We need to get in line to scan our tickets." Sugimoto urged them on.

Their group got in line and had to wait an annoying amount of time because of the group in front who couldn't find the email with their tickets.

Ogata got a whiff of the intoxicating smell of perfume as soon as they stepped inside the establishment. It was a large place, easily maintained thanks to its growing popularity to foreigners. The place was packed with them when the 'dancers' would preform. They sat near the stage, much to Ogata's annoyance. At least he'd have an excuse to ignore everyone, saying he couldn't hear them over the music.

A waiter came up to them, ordering their drinks. The group fell into its usual banter and chatter. Ogata wondered how many of them were pretending to hear each other.

"You getting anything to eat?" Vasily asked.

Ogata quickly scanned the food menu.

"Not that hungry." He said.

"We could share something." Vasily suggested.

"We could." Ogata replied noncommittally.

Vasily raised a brow, before looking back at the menu too.

When the waiter came back with their drinks, some of them ordered their food. Vasily, without asking him, ordered them something too. Ogata couldn't hear either of them.

"What did you get?" Ogata asked.

"Just some panko shrimp" Vasily said, sipping on his beer. It made Ogata feel a bit childish now that he got a cocktail.

Ogata frowned, "And what made you so confident I wanted that too?"

It was Vasily's turn to frown. "Maybe use your mouth next time."

"I couldn't even hear you order." Ogata scoffed.

"Didn't you say you're not a picky eater?"

"Hey, married couple, maybe tone it down for the night," Shiraishi grinned.

"Yeah, we're here to have fun." Sugimoto agreed.

Ogata just glared. It had become his friend's favorite hobby to call Vasily and Ogata the token married couple, stealing Tsukishima and Koito's respective place. It wasn't as fun once they started dating, so they picked Ogata and Vasily as their next targets. Ogata was a private person, and didn't care much to introduce Vasily at first. He kind of just dragged him along one day, and the rest was history.

A while later, a lady in a glittery top and high heels was at Vasily's side, her hand wrapped around his bicep with no regard to personal space whatsoever.

It was normal that they'd target the table with all men, and the foreigner on top of it, but it made Ogata stiffen regardless.

"Hi, handsome," She greeted, "About time a good looking guy came in here, I was getting bored waiting around!"

Her superfluous language caught Vasily off guard, and he simply stared in shock. His reaction sent the table laughing their asses off. Ogata found Vasily's overly expressionate eyes annoying for the first time.

"Maybe it's time you go on a break, Vasily." Shiraishi joked.

"Sorry, I'm married." Vasily said, gently taking the hand off his arm. This earned another round of laughter.

"I don't see a ring on your finger." She smirked, giving him a playfully suspicious look, "Are you happily married or just married?"

"Happily." Vasily replied instantly, his eyes flickering to Ogata for just a moment.

"Alright, I'll be around when you come to your senses." She winked, walking off.

Vasily slumped, and Tanigaki slapped him on the back.

"What a loyal man." He said.

"I didn't know there were strippers in here tonight." Vasily said.

"We didn't either." Sugimoto shrugged.

"Not a bad thing." Shiraishi added.

The lights kept flashing in Ogata's eyes. They sat closer to the stage than usual, and he'd drawn the short straw with his seat being directly in front of the speakers. He didn't expect to be able to hear by tomorrow.

Ogata wasn't planning on getting drunk, but Vasily seemed keen on ordering him drink after another, and he wouldn't pass up anything that came for free.

He eventually had to pay for his greediness, feeling the world spin around him as he tried to shield his eyes from the passing light once more.

"You want another one?" Vasily asked. Ogata would've punched him if he had the strength.

"Does it look like I want another one?" Ogata asked in a slurry voice.

"I'd like to buy you more." Vasily replied.

Stupid fuck gets his paycheck and suddenly becomes his sugar daddy.

When had Vasily drifted so close to him?

"Maybe buy yourself some mints, your breath stinks." Ogata grumbled.

"Whatever you want." Vasily said.

It must've been a sight to behold. Ogata looking close to throwing up, and Vasily looking dreamily at him. Ogata's head hurt if he tried to think about why Vasily was acting so weird.

"Wanna go home." Ogata mumbled, tracing the rim of his glass with a finger. "This place fucking sucks. Who the hell chose these seats?"

Vasily's eyes sparkled with something for moment, before he spoke. "I'll order us a ride."

They exchanged brief goodbyes with everyone, and stepped outside to wait for their car. The cold air instantly hit like being splashed with a water bucket directly, and Ogata shivered.

"How long until it's here?" He asked.

"Two minutes." Vasily said, voice muffled by the noise still coming from the restaurant, added on his mask. "You sure you don't want my shirt?"

"Fuck off." Ogata said, knowing Vasily was dead serious still. What a ridiculous sight that would be.

Their car arrived, and Ogata figured it was a shame he felt like his brain was being ripped to shreds, because hearing Vasily trying to speak with the chatty uber driver would've significantly improved his night, but alas, all he could focus on was holding down his one meal of the day. Maybe he could ask Vasily to record himself so he can laugh at it tomorrow.

"You coming?" Vasily asked, and Ogata noticed the car had stopped, and Vasily had opened the door for him.

Ogata grunted, swatting Vasily's offering hand, and they walked inside their block. He didn't hear the driver shouting after them once they left so he figured Vasily must've paid. Again.

He took the longest piss of his life, then threw himself on his bed still in the same clothes. The only way he would get rid of them would be if they got ripped off of him.

Suddenly, Ogata felt someone fiddling with his belt.

"Vasya." He groaned, trying to roll away, earning an annoyed huff.

"You want to sleep in jeans?" Vasily asked.

"I want to sleep. Fuck off." Ogata kicked fruitlessly to get Vasily's hands off.

His touch was warm and inviting, and Ogata kept accidentally leaning into it whenever his skin would brush on his. Vasily successfully got his pants off, and Ogata found himself out of battery, laying limply as Vasily rolled him over and began unbuttoning his shirt next.

"Stop staring." Ogata said, speech slurred.

"Your eyes are closed, what makes you think I’m staring?" Vasily asked amusedly.

"You always are." Ogata replied. "Stalker." He added for good measure.

Vasily took his shirt off too, and when Ogata felt two fingers hooking in the band of his boxers, his hands shot up to hold Vasily's wrists.

"Are you crazy?!" Ogata near-shouted.

"Sorry." Vasily mumbled, sounding not sorry at all.

"Go to your room. Out. Shoo." Ogata tried pushing him away, but Vasily didn't move. It was a little intimidating feeling himself so powerless. Vasily didn't even budge when he kicked him. He knew Vasily was objectively stronger, but normally—had need come— he'd be able to at least put up a fight. Now? Ogata was not so confident he'd be able to even scream for help properly.

"Tired." Vasily muttered, "I'll stay here."

He didn't even have the decency to ask for the consent he'd ignore!

Ogata hummed disapprovingly, and made one last attempt to punch Vasily.

Next thing he knew, the heat of another body was pressed against him, two arms holding him tightly by the waist.

"Vasya, it's hot." He complained, feeling his entire body flush from something that was not the non-existent heat of their apartment.

"Sorry." Vasily said again in that un-sorry tone.

"I fucking hate you." Ogata muttered.

It was like the entire thing had woken him up fully, and he was staring at the ceiling in high alert. He couldn't tell which one of them was actually drunker. Alright, well, the answer was obvious, but there was no other explanation as to why Vasily was acting like a clingy dog other than that he was really drunk off his ass.

Before he could process what was happening, Vasily began grinding on his thigh.

"Vasily." Ogata gasped, his first instinct was to try and wriggle away, but Vasily's strong arms held him in place, and he continued to rut against him.

Vasily propped himself up to lay on top of Ogata, inhaling the faint smell of sweat from the crook of his neck. Ogata shifted under him, pushing lazily against Vasily's chest, feeling his scar rub against his skin.

Vasily got to work instantly, grinding their crotches together in uneven thrusts. Ogata rewarded him a low groan, spurring Vasily on. Ogata's hands shot down to hold Vasily's hips, who continued to brush over his growing erection with his own over and over again.

Ogata didn't know where he was anymore or what was happening, the only thing he knew was the pleasure they were both chasing after with every thrust. Ogata matched Vasily's rhythm, humping forward, both men panting in each other's ears.

Vasily's ass clenched as their cocks aligned through the fabric, rubbing side by side, sending sparks up his spine as their movements grew hectic and uncoordinated.

Ogata's eyes were still closed, but he felt Vasily's breath on his lips before he kissed him.

Vasily bit Ogata's bottom lip, then sucked it, tasting the subtle saltiness. He then pushed past his lips, slipping inside to explore the curvature of his mouth.

They kept going for a while—pathetic as the whole situation was—pretending they weren't staining their underwear like horny teenagers having a wet dream.

"You're perfect." Vasily murmured between kisses, voice too quiet to even be called a whisper.

"Mm." Came Ogata's reply, leaning in to continue what they were doing.

Vasily grinned for a second, before capturing Ogata's mouth into a deep kiss once more.

They thrust their hips with more force, the bed creaking under them. The wet sounds of their mouths meeting and heavy breaths filled the room. Ogata's fingers dug into Vasily's ass, kneading the muscle to urge him to grind harder.

Sensations blurred, from the throb in their groins, to the strain on their thighs, to the sensitivity inside their mouths. The kiss turned open-mouthed as they couldn't hold back moans and whimpers anymore, every slide sending jolts through their bodies.

Ogata's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he felt the knot in his stomach snap, muscles contracting as he came into his boxers. Vasily reached his own climax in unison, collapsing with half of his body still on top of Ogata.

Vasily woke up the next day to an empty bed, and before his mind had caught up with his body, he shot up to his feet. Said body instantly protested, another headache reminding him actions had consequences. He groaned, placing a hand over his forehead as he sat back down.

"Hurrying somewhere?" Ogata's rough voice came from the doorway, and Vasily looked up to see him walking into the room, wearing proper clothes.

Ogata eyed his figure, and Vasily became acutely aware of his predicament. His boxers clinging uncomfortably to his skin, crusty with yesterday's release, and his hair stuck up in wild tufts. Worse yet, the memories came coming back in fragments, the heedless humping and whispered affections from his own lips causing him to instantly flush.

"No, I-" Vasily tried, but no words followed.

"Rough night?" Ogata asked.

Vasily clenched his jaw, eyes darting away.

The room felt smaller, and Vasily's eyes moved back to the bed. The one they'd sat on watching movies or studying together for weeks, now smelled of sweat and sex, sheets rumpled from their drunken tangle.

Ogata walked closer, sitting on the far side of the bed. He popped a pill into his mouth, before throwing the tablet at Vasily. It landed in his lap, and Vasily identified them as the same painkillers Ogata had given him the first time they'd met.

"Been a while since I've seen these." Vasily joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Ogata just hummed.

Vasily held tighter onto the tablet. He wished Ogata would just tell him what he felt already so he could know what to do, but wanting Ogata to speak about his feelings was akin to hoping for time to stop just for him. And he knew he was equally emotionally constipated, so they weren't doing any talking any time soon.

As expected, Ogata got up without another word, leaving Vasily alone, staring absent-mindedly at the wall, before he eventually dragged himself to take a shower.

It seemed like the perfect plan last night. Months of pining would finally be resolved, he would sleep with Ogata and they would run off into the sunset and live happily ever after.

Instead of that, his prince charming had ran away from him.

What to do...

By the time Vasily finished showering, Ogata was in his room, changing his sheets.

Vasily hurried to help him.

"Sorry." He mumbled.

"What for? Pushing yourself onto me or dirtying my sheets?" Ogata asked.

Vasily had never considered that Ogata might not like him back. He thought he'd caught him staring at him enough times, and Ogata treated him better than anyone else he knew, which didn't mean much in the grand scheme of things but it did when you had the empathetic skills of a goldfish.

So why was he so mad?

"You didn't want it?" Vasily asked.

Ogata stopped tucking the new sheets under the mattress to glare at Vasily, before looking away.

"Not like you cared." Ogata said.

"I don't understand." Vasily said, "I thought you liked me."

"And what if I did?" Ogata snapped, "If you wanted to fuck so bad, you could've at least asked me first."

Vasily stared, shell-shocked by Ogata's outburst. Ogata raising his voice was enough to put him on edge, and Vasily realized he'd fucked up.

"I- I'm… sorry?" Vasily said.

Ogata walked around the bed, stopping in front of Vasily.

"I'm gonna kick you out." Ogata deadpanned.

Vasily panicked, "Ogata, I'm sorry. I didn't really think. I was drunk too, I'm just a man-"

"I'm not forgiving you so easily. Matter of fact, you're lucky I'm not reporting you to the police."

The weight of the situation finally settled as Vasily realized what he'd done. This was not Ogata's usual coldness or pretending he didn't care, and Vasily realized he might've fucked up big time.

"I'm sorry." Vasily mumbled, quieter this time.

Ogata slapped Vasily, the sound echoing inside the room.

Vasily's eyes widened, more so from the fact that it had happened rather than the physical pain.

"Do you think we're even now?" Ogata asked.

Vasily inhaled sharply.

"Yes?" He replied hesitantly, his cheek still burning harshly, especially the scar Ogata had smacked him over.

Ogata slapped him again.

"Are we?"

Vasily shut his eyes, "I don't know."

Ogata watched the man with a curious glint, despite the anger he was portraying, he felt close to none. Vasily technically violating his body meant nothing to him.

He considered the positives. Vasily was a decent cook, fairly good looking, always paid for him when flies didn't come out of his wallet, and could carry him in video games. The negatives? He humped him a little in his sleep. Not like Ogata was getting much action anywhere else, he was pushing thirty and this was the closet he'd gotten to sleeping with anyone.

But Vasily didn't need to know that, he didn't need to know he'd just given Ogata the perfect leverage to hold over him. He'd blackmail Vasily into being his obedient boyfriend.

"Alright," Ogata said, slicking his hair back idly, "Go make breakfast or something."

Vasily nodded instantly.

Vasily didn't read into the schematics of it, and sure as hell didn't tell Ogata about it, but he'd started calling him his boyfriend in his head.

Vasily had been with a couple girls back in high school. It was normal, everyone did it, and therefore he assumed he had to too. He thought kissing them was supposed to feel uncomfortable.

He was a caring boyfriend. Always getting them stuff and complimenting them. But even those teenage girls could see through his facade. It became obvious when he didn't care much about the locker room talk, never mentioning his girlfriend at the time to all his classmates, never initiating anything romantic with them. The guys would call him weird, saying he was dating the prettiest girl in school and they never saw him even hold her hand.

It was like he was reading from a textbook how to be the perfect boyfriend, and while on paper it looked like he was, he could not fake loving someone for long.

Years later, he simply assumed he couldn't feel love. He loved his family. He loved drawing. But he couldn't imagine loving a woman enough to want to spend the rest of his life with her.

And then, he met Ogata, and it all clicked.

It must’ve been fate. He could've waltzed into any dorm room, but Ogata's had been the one. And knowing Ogata now, he knew he would've treated a stranger in that situation with much less grace. So why had Ogata taken him in with such hospitality and nonchalance?

They must've been soulmates. He felt it too.

It was ironic to think he considered those teenage girls irrational and illogical for believing in that sort of stuff. Look at him now. He sighed dreamily, entering their apartment to find Ogata sprawled on the couch, watching some show they were supposed to watch together.

"Did you get my chips?" Ogata asked.

"Yes." Vasily said, handing him the bag. Ogata took it and opened it without another word.

Their relationship was perfect now. Ogata finally knew how much Vasily loved him. Ogata had his own way of showing affection, and he let Vasily kiss and hug him without pushing him away after a while. Vasily knew Ogata. He wouldn't let this go on if he didn't like him back. So everything was perfect.

Vasily rested his head on Ogata's shoulder.

"I love you."

Vasily told it to him a million times by now. He didn't need Ogata to reply, he just needed him to stay.

"You too." Ogata mumbled anyway, the words came out awkward, like he didn't know how to feign indifference.

Vasily froze, looking at Ogata, whose ears were now flushed and he was looking directly forward. Vasily smiled, settling back on his shoulder.

Ogata was starting to realize that if he faked being someone's boyfriend long enough there was only so much he could get away with before he came to the conclusion that he might be not only be gay himself but also into them.

Hm.

"You okay?" Vasily asked.

Ogata was in his lap, and Vasily was gently dragging his hand over his hair. Ogata made sure to not be too easy at first, smacking Vasily's hand away before letting the man pet him.

"You're annoying." Ogata said, making Vasily's hand pause. "Don't stop."

Ogata's eye shot wide, surprised by how pathetic he sounded.

"We can keep doing this, my wildcat." Vasily reassured, guiding Ogata's head back down on his chest.

Ogata grumbled a complaint, but didn't move away. He could swallow his pride this one time.

That was another one of Vasily's endless nicknames for him, all ranging from different ways to call him a cat. Sometimes he'd mutter them in Russian, and Ogata would call him a педик.

They laid like that for a while, ignoring their own respective coursework that needed to be done. It was just them during these nights.

"I think I'm gonna try to sleep." Vasily yawned.

It was the third night they hadn't gotten proper rest in, surviving purely on caffeine and power naps, so it was about time Vasily's body gave out. Ogata didn't feel like he'd fall asleep easily, but sleeping with Vasily had improved his sleep schedule, dare he admit it out loud.

"Suit yourself." Ogata said.

Vasily picked him up without preamble, and Ogata huffed in surprise. He was too tired to fight it. Vasily slipped into bed next to Ogata once laying him down, and they fell asleep in each other's arms.

"Ogata…" Vasily whined, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's neck from behind the chair he was sitting on, earning no reaction from the man, who kept his focus trained on the screen in front of him.

"I told you to leave."

Ogata had, in fact, warned him he'd be most likely be pulling an all-nighter to study that day, and to either busy himself or fuck off. Vasily had promised he'd behave. Neither believed him, but he'd shown up in his room anyways. During the day they used their own separate rooms, but never slept alone.

"We can do something quickly." Vasily insisted, resting his chin on the man's nape, who kept reading from the article on his monitor. For a couple of moments, only the clicks of keyboard buttons filled in the silence of the room, as Ogata opted on ignoring the needy man. Vasily's arms lost their steadfast grip, instead hovering over Ogata's chest limply.

"Can I at least sit in your lap while you study?" Vasily asked defeatedly, a shyness accompanying his tone.

Ogata continued typing away, and Vasily's hopes died by the second, before the man let out a sigh.

"Fine."

Vasily held back a victorious grin, before pulling back Ogata's chair to throw his leg over, taking a seat on top of the man. They shifted around for a bit, trying to find an angle where Vasily wasn't blocking his view, before finally settling down.

They sat still for a couple minutes, and Vasily stayed quietly satisfied in the man's lap.

However, he was known for his greed when it came to his lust, and Ogata should've expected when Vasily had seemingly moved to find a better sitting position, it would not be the end of it. The first time could've been chalked up to chasing after comfort, but it soon turned ridiculously obvious Vasily was not planning on sitting still for much longer. Ogata knew damn well he was capable of it.

"Stop that." Ogata snapped, bringing a hand to Vasily's torso under his shirt, digging his fingers into the flesh as warning.

Vasily didn't reply, as he continued his antics just a moment later.

Ogata scowled, turning his attention to the Russian, just as he'd hoped.

"I'm going to give you another set of scars. Seriously, stop." Ogata's threats were not to be taken lightly, something Vasily had learned the hard way, and that finally stopped his movements, leaving Ogata to his studying.

Vasily focused on the sheer comfort and security being in the man's lap provided instead of attempting another cross of boundaries. He averted his focus to the man's neck, bringing a hand to the exposed skin that wasn't covered by the pajama shirt he adorned. Vasily traced light touches over his nape, drawing shapes into his skin or circling in soothing motions.

"That's it." Ogata said, surprising Vasily when he suddenly stood up, taking the man along with him. Vasily yelped as he was held up from under his thighs, Ogata showed a surprising amount of strength, quickly taking them over to the bed, not giving Vasily time to make sense of things before he was dropped onto the mattress.

"I wasn't doing anything." Vasily defended quickly, but the determined look in Ogata's eyes indicated he couldn't care less what Vasily would say in the moment. Still, he tried. "I just-"

"Shut it." Ogata said, tone dismissive, like he was swatting a fly, "You knew what you were doing from the beginning."

Vasily swallowed, that, he couldn't deny.

Vasily did nothing to stop Ogata from tearing his clothes off, knowing it would only aggravate the man further if he tried to intervene now. He'd just have to take it. Not that he was complaining.

"I told you I was busy, some of us actually do more than draw landscapes for homework." Ogata spat, and Vasily opened his mouth to defend himself, before a slap on his thigh resulted in only a small gasp to come out his mouth. "Just know, you asked for this."

Vasily was forcefully dragged by the hair, as he let out a groan, and was manhandled across Ogata's lap.

"I'm sorry." Vasily mumbled, and he sort of was. Ogata had exams coming up, he'd been stressed beyond belief because of it, and Vasily served as his biggest distraction thus far.

"You will be." Ogata spoke, the low rumble of his voice sending a shiver down Vasily's spine.

Vasily was given no further warning, as a smack was delivered straight to his backside, and he jolted in surprise. He'd been expecting the treatment, but his body reacted on its own.

"How many do you think you deserve?" Ogata asked in his usual monotone, resting his hand on one of his cheeks to give it a firm squeeze right where he'd been hit.

"Ten?" Vasily hesitated, not sure how angry Ogata was at him, or if this was just another one of his games, simply serving to embarrass Vasily further.

"Alright, let's do double." Ogata said with light amusement.

Vasily braced himself for when the warm hand left his skin, before it was brought down once more, this time admittedly harder. He gave no sound aside from a small breath escaping his lips.

Ogata admired the red marks already forming on the smooth flesh, and he licked his lips in anticipation at the thought of Vasily having a hard time sitting for the next few days. It served him right. Ogata pretended he didn't feel Vasily's length already throbbing against his thigh.

Another slap earned Ogata a proper sound, as Vasily let out a small whine, squirming in his lap before Ogata's hand caressed the aching skin, and he quickly relaxed once more. His face must've been as flushed as the rest of his body, Ogata thought, as he briefly examined Vasily's state.

The man's hands gripped tightly at the sheets, serving as a distraction from the burn of the following blows to his ass, this time quick and unrelenting, one after another. Tears were already swelling up in his eyes, fully erect cock betraying any potential pleading for Ogata to stop. He could feel the dampness of his tip dripping onto the mattress below.

Vasily's hair was roughly tugged once more, turned to face behind him at Ogata, as his eyes were blown wide with arousal and his bitten-lips slightly parted.

"I don't even know what to do to you anymore, you little pain slut." Ogata rumbled, swatting Vasily across the ass while keeping eye contact, the man let out a pained moan, his erection twitching in pleasure.

Ogata gave one final smack, while Vasily lifted his hips to meet the soothing palm afterwards.

His head was yanked back in its place, and Ogata leaned backwards to reach for the night stand, pulling out some lube. Vasily perked up at the sound of the lid coming off, and Ogata tutted.

"Don't get too excited, this is a punishment, I'm not rewarding you for bad behavior."

Vasily frowned, wondering what Ogata had in store this time, he was definitely creative when it came to torturing Vasily.

The cold liquid fell in between the cleft of his ass, and he shuddered pleasantly at the familiar sensation, waiting earnestly for Ogata's touch. Two fingers prodded at his tight flesh, before slipping inside slowly as Vasily groaned.

The burning sensation on his cheeks was left forgotten as the digits curled inside him. He arched his back as Ogata teased his prostate with precise jabs. He felt his cock bead more precum, his moans turned into haggard breaths, and he jerked his hips forward for any sort of friction on his member, feeling climax steadily approaching.

Just as he felt it reach its peak, Ogata suddenly stopped, putting an end to his own grinding with a firm hand on his thigh. Vasily couldn't help the embarrassingly loud whine slipping past his lips, whipping his head around towards Ogata.

"Why'd you-" Vasily was cut off by a sudden stinging pain, as Ogata dug his nails into his irritated flesh once more. "Ogata!"

"Didn't I tell you?" Ogata asked, "This isn't for your enjoyment."

Vasily stared back bewilderingly.

"You're not allowed to come until I say so." Ogata commanded, and Vasily almost cried. Still, he could not deny the ecstasy overwhelming his brain as Ogata showed this dominant side of him.

Ogata pushed Vasily off, getting up and walking back to his desk, his hard-on ever-prominent through his sweatpants. Vasily could do nothing but gape at the empty space on the bed, before Ogata finally spoke again.

"Come here."

He instantly jumped to his feet, sprinting right to Ogata's side, ignoring the throbbing of his lower half.

Ogata didn't spare him a glance, instead focusing on getting rid of his own pants and boxers, his cock sprung out as the fabric came off, and Vasily almost drooled at the sight.

"Well? Take a seat." Ogata purred, seemingly more lenient than he had been earlier. Normally that would've caused alarm bells to ring in his head, but Vasily was too desperate to ride Ogata's cock to acknowledge that there would surely be a catch to this.

He was on top of him in an instant, one hand on the man's shoulder, while the other grabbed Ogata's length, trying to line himself up with his entrance. He sank down slowly, stretching himself out inch by inch, as they both groaned in unison.

"Ogata." Vasily moaned in his ear, hoping his resolve would break and he'd take control, fucking into Vasily with no relent. He underestimated Ogata's sheer spite and patience.

"Stay like that." Ogata instructed, hands on his hips to make sure he was fully relaxed in his lap, before retracting them to rest on his mouse and keyboard. Vasily's face contorted into one of shock, refusing to believe Ogata would be this sadistic.

"You can't be serious." He begged, while the man ignored him. Vasily experimentally lifted his hips up ever so slightly, intending on doing the work himself if Ogata was too lazy to do so, but the man stopped him quickly, bringing his hips back down, drawing out a whine from Vasily.

"Move again and see what happens." Ogata warned, and Vasily, as much as curiosity of what he might do enthralled him, decided obeying would be the best course of action.

Vasily's blush deepened, and he had to tense his thighs as the urge to roll his hips became too strong. Surprisingly, Ogata kept true to his words, going back to studying as normal, as if Vasily was not even there.

Vasily was torn between starting to cry so Ogata would hopefully show pity and just ram into him already, or—painfully—wait out the grueling hours that would ensue of Ogata ignoring him.

He did not feel like staying tied up in a closet the whole night, and uncharacteristically chose to obey Ogata's commands for once, despite his body trembling with need.

A while passed, he wasn't sure how long, before something that wasn't the click of a mouse or typing of keyboard happened. Ogata's hand deliberately slid down to his thigh, slithering up to his ass. Despite the light touches, he was still sensitive, and Vasily squirmed under the touch.

"Ogata." He whimpered.

"What? Just keeping my hands busy." Ogata said flatly, but Vasily felt the twitch of his cock as his walls clenched around him from the simple touch. They both wanted more, and Ogata's bitchiness was the only thing stopping it from happening.

"I won't bother you anymore, please, I'm sorry." Vasily pleaded shamefully, "I'll do anything, please."

It all fell on deaf ears, as Ogata didn't spare him a glance, eyes trained on his screen. With a loud groan, Vasily admitted defeat, head flopping down on Ogata’s shoulder. He considered leaving a bite there, before realizing he would rather keep his teeth.

Ogata knew he was being unreasonable. He hadn't managed to focus properly in the past hour either. Still, he enjoyed the passive power he held over Vasily, and when the man finally gave up after his profuse begging, it felt all the more worth it.

He supposed they'd both waited enough, and Vasily being so unbelievably still and quiet was uncanny, considering his usual carelessness for being vocal, charitably given without the need to ask.

Vasily let out a breath as Ogata's hands wrapped around his hips, lifting him up almost all the way, stopping to have Vasily hovering over him, resiting the urge to drive his hips forward in favor of teasing the man.

"What was that about doing anything?" Ogata asked, as Vasily whined, having no energy left to conjure up a reply. He just needed Ogata to move.

"Please."

Ogata hummed, unsatisfied with the answer.

"No more distractions for the rest of the year, got it?" Ogata asked, and before Vasily could give another incoherent response, he pulled him down by the hips, as Vasily slid down his length smoothly.

Vasily's jaw slacked open, disheveled hair falling over his tear-rimmed eyes, and the sight was the last push Ogata needed.

Vasily's head dipped forward, bracing his hands on Ogata's thighs as the man guided him up and down his cock, Vasily meeting his every thrust.

His thighs shook from the strain, and Vasily shuddered from the relief of finally having Ogata pounding into him mercilessly. Heat pooled in his gut as he felt himself reaching his climax, Ogata's thrusts finding his prostate, each impale of his cock diving deeper inside him.

Ogata's movements turned sluggish soon enough, as Vasily took the reins, bouncing on his length hard and fast, chasing after release.

Vasily called out his name over and over in rhythm with their movements. The pleasure was almost electric, emphasized by the delay of his orgasm alone.

Ogata groaned, a deep guttural sound in his ear as he spilled inside Vasily, who followed suit with his own cum trickling down his length, painting his abdomen. Vasily fell forward, as Ogata's cock pulsed out every last drop of his seed inside him.

They sat still, catching their breaths, before Ogata's hand found its way on top of Vasily’s ass once more, earning a mewl as he groped the flesh.

Ogata grabbed Vasily by the jaw, the man only stared back with tired, half-lidded eyes.

"Now get off, I'm not done studying."