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Rating:
Explicit
Archive Warning:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Category:
M/M
Fandom:
Corpse Party (Video Game)
Relationship:
Kizami Yuuya/Morishige Sakutarou
Characters:
Morishige SakutarouKizami Yuuya
Additional Tags:
KnifeplayLight BondageMildly Dubious ConsentDirty TalkAlternate Universe
Language:
English
Stats:
Published:2016-01-22Words:4506Chapters:1/1Comments:1Kudos:8Hits:56
two of a kind
princessofmind

Summary:

“Gentleman over there said you should be drinking something a little better than dirty water,” the bartender grunted, jerking his thumb over his shoulder to where a casually-dressed man was leaning against the bar, a tumbler of amber liquid cradled in his long fingers. “Said he’d cover it.”

Or, in which 25 year-old salaryman Morishige Sakutaro rather unexpectedly gets picked up by someone at a bar, and that someone just so happens to have similar tastes as him.
Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

Work Text:

Morishige Sakutaro was a man of habit. Perhaps that made him boring, but he liked everything being a certain way. He didn’t often stray from his usual path back to his apartment once he was done working for the day, and only did so at the behest of his co-workers or when Mayu ended up on his end of town. Her shop kept her busy, but sometimes she visited potential clients near his office building, and they would meet for dinner or to share a few drinks before she caught the last train back to the other side of the city.

Today, for some reason, there was a restlessness in his bones. If he went back to his apartment, empty and largely bare for all that he’d inhabited it for three years, he’d end up pacing the floor between his living room and bed, chewing his lip and picking idly at his cuticles until they bled. Not a very productive use of his time.

About half-way between his building and his office was a bar, a small, dimly lit thing that he usually only went with his male co-workers (it wasn’t the kind of establishment Mayu would be fond of; she liked atmosphere, pleasing decor, and drinks with pretty names and even prettier colors). It seemed like a good place to kill a bit of time, so he went, shoulders hunched in his coat and his hands numb and cold in his pockets.

As soon as he stepped through the door, he shivered, as if trying to shake the chill of the wind from his body. It wasn’t terribly crowded, and he had no trouble securing a seat at the bar. The place was warm, but he was thin, almost malnourished, so the coat stayed on as he ordered a bourbon, whatever was cheapest.

Removing his glasses to wipe the fog brought on by the sudden warmth of the room away, he’d barely settled the frames on his face again before his drink was set before him. It took only a mouthful for him to realize that it wasn’t the low-quality swill he’d ordered, but something rich, with a heavy taste and full body that spilled across his tongue.

Expensive stuff.

“Pardon me,” he said, catching the bartender’s attention. “This is...it’s not what I ordered.”

“Gentleman over there said you should be drinking something a little better than dirty water,” the other man grunted, jerking his thumb over his shoulder to where a casually-dressed man was leaning against the bar, a tumbler of amber liquid cradled in his long fingers. “Said he’d cover it.”

Morishige’s eyes narrowed as he took in the stranger, because he was used to people buying drinks for Mayu, not him. The stranger didn’t seem bothered by the studious gaze being directed his way; if anything, he seemed to bask in it, the corners of his mouth twitching up in what appeared to be a smirk. He was what most people would consider attractive, his hair artfully messy in a way that looked effortless, skin smooth and eyes bright.

But there was something in his lidded gaze that made Morishige give him a second look, a kind of blackness lurking in the depths of his grey eyes. It didn’t make him flinch away, however; if anything, it made him curious. When he didn’t flinch or look away, the man stood from his slouched position and walked over, sliding into the seat next to him with ease.

“I appreciate the drink,” Morishige said, taking another sip from his glass. “But I’m not so sure I appreciate the implication that I have bad taste.”

The man chuckled, and it was a low sound that went straight to the lowest parts of his stomach. “I’m sure you have fine taste, but I can recognize that you’re on a budget. Drinking alone is no fun, so allow me to indulge myself in a bit of conversation and treat you to something nicer than you want to spend money on in return.”

Morishige frowned, but found he couldn’t complain. Liquor wasn’t something he fancied spending money on, but he couldn’t deny that what he’d been given was good. Besides, the