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Chamber walked into the room as if he belonged there, carrying a bottle of whiskey in hand and an ice-filled glass.
Two pairs of eyes stared at him as he set down the bottle on a table, watching him smile as he saw the chair situated across the bed.
"Front row seating. How considerate."
The pair stared at him dumbstruck, Yoru the first one to make a move.
"V-Vincent! I-"
What use was it to say that it wasn't what it looked like? It was exactly what it looked like.
"Quiet now. Don't let me stop your fun."
He poured a glass before walking to the edge of the bed, meeting Phoenix's eyes briefly before turning to Yoru.
"This is what you've resorted to? Unfaithful whore."
"How did you get here?"
"You weren't the most discreet in hiding your little... playtime." Chamber lied. Yoru didn't need to know how Chamber kept tabs on him, seeing everywhere he went and every person he interacted with. He was just trying to keep what was his safe.
Yoru's eyes welled up with tears. Whether it was from regret or just from getting caught, Chamber wasn't sure.
Before Yoru realized it, he was sobbing, begging for forgiveness.
"Vincent," Yoru sobbed, gasping for air in between hiccups. "Please, please, touch me Vincent, I'm sorry!"
The man just stared down coldly at him, swirling the ice in his cup.
"Do you think I'm going to forget? It's sad, really, Yoru."
Yoru just heaved and reached out for something, any hint of affection from Chamber.
He stepped back, watching the scene unfold.
"This is what you wanted, wasn't it?"
Chamber smiled, but there was a sickening grimness to it, one that tore Yoru's heart out of his chest and ripped it to pieces.
"N-no! I didnt... I don't..."
Had he wanted this? His face twitched in hesitation.
Mouth setting in acceptance, Chamber approached him again.
"Drink." He said flatly, giving Yoru no choice but to open his mouth and let the bitter liquor be poured down his dry throat. He poured the rest of the glass into Yoru's mouth, shushing him as he spluttered and coughed.
Once he was sure the other swallowed it all, he retracted the glass from his lips.
He met Yoru's pleading eyes and softened his own, grabbing his tear-stained chin gently.
"Greedy." He spat, releasing his chin without care.
Ignoring Yoru's cries, he turned his back, walked back to the chair, and took a seat. He poured himself another glass.
"Go on. I won't stop you. Je m’en fous."
He and Phoenix locked eyes over Yoru. He saw guilt in the other's expression, as well as... a challenge. He forced down a sick feeling in his stomach as he gestured to Phoenix to continue, him having graciously stopped when Chamber walked in.
He took a swig as skin slapping against skin filled the room again, leaning back against the seat and watching with his chin tilted. Like he was above this. He chuckled bitterly.
Headhunter was heavy on his hip. He had half a mind to shoot Phoenix right here. But this was Yoru's punishment. And his own, in some twisted way.
Instead, he just pulled it out, inspecting it leisurely. Just to make them fear that he might do it. It'd be a bad look for him, he figured.
But he had killed for less.
The sounds muted to the background as he counted the bullets slowly. Eight. More than enough to get the job done. But he wouldn't need them. Not right now anyways.
He was brought back to reality by a whimper of his name. He met Yoru's eyes as Phoenix was marking up his neck, sucking and biting and leaving teeth marks. No point in discretion now. And Yoru had the nerve to call for him. It was as if he wanted Chamber to watch. Cruel.
"I'm not going to help you anymore."
He turned to Phoenix, ignoring Yoru. "Pull his hair. He likes that."
With that, Chamber stood up, taking his glass with him as he left the room without so much as a second glance.
Yoru sobbed as the door shut behind him, reaching out an arm as if that would stop him in any way.
His body jerked when Phoenix fisted his hand in his hair, pulling him backward with force.
"Get OFF me, get off, get off." He sobbed, clutching at his own chest as he cried. He was disgusted with himself. At least Phoenix was a good listener. As he shrugged on his clothes and started towards the door, he paused before turning back to Yoru.
"What did you think was going to happen, bruv?"
Without waiting for a response, he left Yoru all alone.
"Au revoir." Chamber tipped his glass at him from his spot on the couch, watching Phoenix exit the room, closing the door behind him.
"You're sick." Phoenix glared at him before leaving the suite.
Chamber smirked, taking another sip. Nothing he hadn't heard before. It was sort of growing on him.
He waited for the sobs to subside before quietly making his way back into the room. He set his glass on the nightstand before sitting on the bed next to Yoru's shaking form.
He didn't bother to kick off his dress shoes before lying down next to him, pulling Yoru's face into his chest.
"Shhhh," He soothed. "I'm here."
Yoru wrapped his arms around Chamber's stomach, holding onto him as if he'd disappear if he didn't. Maybe he would.
"Now now, no more of this nonsense, oui? He doesn't care for you as I do, mon coeur. Nobody does."
Yoru nodded, apologizing repeatedly to Chamber, his words turning into a jumble of I’m sorrys and Please forgive mes.
Chamber petted Yoru’s hair until his hiccups turned into a soft sniffling, which turned into soft breathing as he fell asleep.
Yoru would never leave him. Not as long as he comforted him and told him the things he wanted to hear. Not as long as he held him and provided him the stability he sought. And sure as hell not as long as Chamber could help it.
Chamber waited a few more moments before rising. He pressed a kiss onto Yoru’s forehead before stepping out of the suite, inspecting his Headhunter once more.
He had business to take care of.
Nothing that Sage couldn't fix, naturally, but lessons need to be taught. He couldn't have gone far.