I did notice, you jerk! This is a gift to someone, and I paid for it. I can't believe I was nice to someone like you. I could've wasted my good steak ...
[ he caught it with ease; denji's expression softens up as he inspects the items, content that it was in good shape. whatever nonsense rex is blurting out is seemingly ignored, instead he secures the bracelets around his wrist— yeah, this way no one will steal it from him again.
true, the devil hunter isn't the striking image of a stud, but he's not out of shape either. blame his slow development on the lack of nourishment growing up, but he still had a toned body that gives an impression that he isn't the type to linger around at home and stuff his face with junk food.
he didn't bother to cover himself, despite the complaints. he walks ahead and tries to find a nice spot to relax in— the touch of the water against his skin is fucking amazing, and he settles comfortably into it.
the place is big enough to avoid seeing any 'fugly nutsack', rex. help yourself. denji is fine where he is— not looking at a certain someone. ]
[It’s true, Denji isn’t bad looking. He’s clearly spent a lot of time running around and living an active lifestyle, since that kind of muscle tone doesn’t just develop on its own. But Rex’s standards have been warped by his own insane surroundings, which is a part of why he’s often mistaken for someone significantly older. Denji, to a large extent, still looks his age.
Rex withdraws into himself when he hears about the significance of the gift, visibly feeling guilt at the admission. Right, hell, he is that kind of person isn’t he?
Someone who can’t get his shit together, who blows up everything he touches, literally and figuratively. Kindness is wasted on him, because perhaps he is vile, maybe he was ruined from the start.
Maybe his mother and father were right to sell him out.
Rex takes this time to remove his underwear and slide into the water as discreetly as possible. He pulls his knees up to his chest and sits quietly for a few minutes, as though he’s counting to himself in a rehearsed manner.
He’s always been bad at keeping his mouth shut, however, so eventually, he talks:]
[ honestly, isn't the place big enough to avoid each other? denji isn't sure why they're sharing some space right now, watching as rex got himself in the water and within view. a frown shapes his usually relaxed features— perhaps as a defense mechanism. (kinda the same way cats puff up their tails to seem bigger and more intimidating).
he didn't want to be around rex, especially when he's all naked and wet. not the imagery he needs as his mind struggles to shake off the intrusive thoughts. that day was nothing more than a fever dream, full of wild hallucinations that made absolutely no sense, and possibly the worst jerk off of his life. he was just confused and freaked out the entire time, okay!
the guilt is evident on that man's face, he can tell, but denji disregards it with ease. the question made him groan, and he rolled his eyes. ]
It's for a girl, of course.
[ he knows what rex gonna say next so- ]
I'm not gay! The dumb goblins were selling some weird perfume that fucked me up. That's all.
[Rex recognizes the Scraggly Kitty act, in part because he used to put it on all the time as an inner city kid in Chicago, doing his best to look tough instead of what he actually was at the time- Hungry.
He raises an inquisitive, nimble finger. I hate that now that I’m thinking about it, we all know exactly where that godforsaken thing has been.]
So… Drugs?
We’re blamin’ drugs now? Hate to break it to ya pal, but…
[There it is, the mushroom cloud.
It’s an inconvenient time, sure, but there’s never a good time for this to happen. He can feel himself being pulled in by the impending whirlpool of his perpetual self-loathing, and whether it was set off by Denji’s (rightful) consternation or not, Rex can tell it’s slowly getting worse.
So he’ll have to fight it- By being a nasty piece of shit.]
Whoaaaa, what the frikky-frack is that! Yoooo, bro. There’s something weird on your face! Wait, hold on-
[He’s scooting in, and then reaching on over…]
[Rex leans over to brush one of the many tousled locks of hair from Denji’s face, looking deep in thought as he’s doing so. He’s incredibly close, their faces are almost touching, and they’re both butt-ass naked in the middle of this Jim Henson bathhouse… And yet Rex doesn’t seem to be lacking in confidence at all.
He finishes by tucking that wayward strand behind the younger boy’s ear, with a very particular sort of manner. His touch lingers, drawing against the skin atop the earlobe in an oddly suggestive way.
It’s only then that his spiteful, brazen gaze returns. He doesn’t move his face away.]
Whoops!
Sorry.
[Said like he is not sorry, not even a little bit.
denji didn't even notice the way his shoulders tensed, paralyzed as he watched the other man get into his space; eyes wide open and attentive. he probably forgot to blink and to breathe — his mind is entirely focused on how it feels; from the soft touch of fingertips tracing over his skin, the intimidating closeness of their very naked bodies, and down to the small details of rex's coarse features.
and then, it's over. he allows the air inside his lungs again, slowly tilting his head with a puzzled stare. denji didn't say anything for a while, torn between the evident taunt he just endured and the other thoughts he had in his head.
is he flustered? a very subtle brush of color, but certainly nothing like that infamous day. then finally, he breaks out of it, holding that scowl and closing his eyes— ]
Touch me again, and I can't promise I won't go for your head.
[ listen, no one said chainsaw man is a typical hero. he literally allowed a devil to murder a young student and a bunch of elderly, purposely, so he could save a cat instead. he's not above murdering this guy right here if he tries him again. ]
[Rex revels in his obvious victory. Denji can protest all he wants, that blush is all the proof this hotheaded hotshot will ever need. If Rex were the type of person to think things through, or ruminate even a little bit, he might find if fruitful to examine the fact that he struggles with having normal conversations with boys his age. He could have easily played it cool or backed off, but no! He has to poke the spiky puppy bear.
The blush is adorable too- And interesting. This kid has gotten no play for a while, or at least, it hasn't been the kind he craves. Instead of posing intrusive, yet relevant questions about Denji's denial there, he's gotta live up to his sploogey hero alias and follow up with yet another dirty joke-]
the idea of getting rid of this guy is appealing, but denji isn't that malicious. sure, rex has been an obnoxious pain to deal with yet he never went as far as assaulting someone— he's just some annoying idiot. it felt kinda lame to go feral over this, so he didn't.
denji walked away instead, giving the other the middle finger before finding his own private spot. one that was way beyond rex's view, and that's when he started enjoying his day. finally.
moments later, he figured it was time to go home now; feeling refreshed and content. he noticed rex is still lingering around by the time he walked towards the sliding door, doing whatever. still ignoring him, denji decided to focus on getting himself ready to leave. that's when an idea came to mind—
so, yeah. by the time rex makes it out of the water, he'd notice something. his clothes? gone. his underwear? it's also gone. vanished. disappeared into thin air. nothing left behind.
[just know that several minutes after denji escaped rex's big handed yaoi clutches and the ex black-ops agent has scoured the premises, the bathouse will hear a loud, frustrated scream, followed by a:]
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[ he caught it with ease; denji's expression softens up as he inspects the items, content that it was in good shape. whatever nonsense rex is blurting out is seemingly ignored, instead he secures the bracelets around his wrist— yeah, this way no one will steal it from him again.
true, the devil hunter isn't the striking image of a stud, but he's not out of shape either. blame his slow development on the lack of nourishment growing up, but he still had a toned body that gives an impression that he isn't the type to linger around at home and stuff his face with junk food.
he didn't bother to cover himself, despite the complaints. he walks ahead and tries to find a nice spot to relax in— the touch of the water against his skin is fucking amazing, and he settles comfortably into it.
the place is big enough to avoid seeing any 'fugly nutsack', rex. help yourself. denji is fine where he is— not looking at a certain someone. ]
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Rex withdraws into himself when he hears about the significance of the gift, visibly feeling guilt at the admission. Right, hell, he is that kind of person isn’t he?
Someone who can’t get his shit together, who blows up everything he touches, literally and figuratively. Kindness is wasted on him, because perhaps he is vile, maybe he was ruined from the start.
Maybe his mother and father were right to sell him out.
Rex takes this time to remove his underwear and slide into the water as discreetly as possible. He pulls his knees up to his chest and sits quietly for a few minutes, as though he’s counting to himself in a rehearsed manner.
He’s always been bad at keeping his mouth shut, however, so eventually, he talks:]
Is she pretty?
Or… He?
Fuck.
I dunno.
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[ honestly, isn't the place big enough to avoid each other? denji isn't sure why they're sharing some space right now, watching as rex got himself in the water and within view. a frown shapes his usually relaxed features— perhaps as a defense mechanism. (kinda the same way cats puff up their tails to seem bigger and more intimidating).
he didn't want to be around rex, especially when he's all naked and wet. not the imagery he needs as his mind struggles to shake off the intrusive thoughts. that day was nothing more than a fever dream, full of wild hallucinations that made absolutely no sense, and possibly the worst jerk off of his life. he was just confused and freaked out the entire time, okay!
the guilt is evident on that man's face, he can tell, but denji disregards it with ease. the question made him groan, and he rolled his eyes. ]
It's for a girl, of course.
[ he knows what rex gonna say next so- ]
I'm not gay! The dumb goblins were selling some weird perfume that fucked me up. That's all.
1/2
He raises an inquisitive, nimble finger. I hate that now that I’m thinking about it, we all know exactly where that godforsaken thing has been.]
So… Drugs?
We’re blamin’ drugs now? Hate to break it to ya pal, but…
[There it is, the mushroom cloud.
It’s an inconvenient time, sure, but there’s never a good time for this to happen. He can feel himself being pulled in by the impending whirlpool of his perpetual self-loathing, and whether it was set off by Denji’s (rightful) consternation or not, Rex can tell it’s slowly getting worse.
So he’ll have to fight it- By being a nasty piece of shit.]
Whoaaaa, what the frikky-frack is that! Yoooo, bro. There’s something weird on your face! Wait, hold on-
[He’s scooting in, and then reaching on over…]
2/2
He finishes by tucking that wayward strand behind the younger boy’s ear, with a very particular sort of manner. His touch lingers, drawing against the skin atop the earlobe in an oddly suggestive way.
It’s only then that his spiteful, brazen gaze returns. He doesn’t move his face away.]
Whoops!
Sorry.
[Said like he is not sorry, not even a little bit.
Rex finally leans back.]
I guess it got away.
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denji didn't even notice the way his shoulders tensed, paralyzed as he watched the other man get into his space; eyes wide open and attentive. he probably forgot to blink and to breathe — his mind is entirely focused on how it feels; from the soft touch of fingertips tracing over his skin, the intimidating closeness of their very naked bodies, and down to the small details of rex's coarse features.
and then, it's over. he allows the air inside his lungs again, slowly tilting his head with a puzzled stare. denji didn't say anything for a while, torn between the evident taunt he just endured and the other thoughts he had in his head.
is he flustered? a very subtle brush of color, but certainly nothing like that infamous day. then finally, he breaks out of it, holding that scowl and closing his eyes— ]
Touch me again, and I can't promise I won't go for your head.
[ listen, no one said chainsaw man is a typical hero. he literally allowed a devil to murder a young student and a bunch of elderly, purposely, so he could save a cat instead. he's not above murdering this guy right here if he tries him again. ]
Asshole ...
[ stiiiiill blushing. ]
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[Rex revels in his obvious victory. Denji can protest all he wants, that blush is all the proof this hotheaded hotshot will ever need. If Rex were the type of person to think things through, or ruminate even a little bit, he might find if fruitful to examine the fact that he struggles with having normal conversations with boys his age. He could have easily played it cool or backed off, but no! He has to poke the
spiky puppybear.The blush is adorable too- And interesting. This kid has gotten no play for a while, or at least, it hasn't been the kind he craves. Instead of posing intrusive, yet relevant questions about Denji's denial there, he's gotta live up to his sploogey hero alias and follow up with yet another dirty joke-]
Which one?
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the idea of getting rid of this guy is appealing, but denji isn't that malicious. sure, rex has been an obnoxious pain to deal with yet he never went as far as assaulting someone— he's just some annoying idiot. it felt kinda lame to go feral over this, so he didn't.
denji walked away instead, giving the other the middle finger before finding his own private spot. one that was way beyond rex's view, and that's when he started enjoying his day. finally.
moments later, he figured it was time to go home now; feeling refreshed and content. he noticed rex is still lingering around by the time he walked towards the sliding door, doing whatever. still ignoring him, denji decided to focus on getting himself ready to leave. that's when an idea came to mind—
so, yeah. by the time rex makes it out of the water, he'd notice something. his clothes? gone. his underwear? it's also gone. vanished. disappeared into thin air. nothing left behind.
karma is a bitch ♥ ]
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yaoiclutches and the ex black-ops agent has scoured the premises, the bathouse will hear a loud, frustrated scream, followed by a:]THAT PRICKLY-HAIRED PERV JACKED MY SUPERSUIT!