"It's funny," Sigma says with a roll of his eyes as soon as he enters the suite, "I've known you for almost two years, and I still don't know what your true intentions are."
Dazai simply grins at Sigma. Dazai is sitting—sitting!—on top of a luxurious pool table in the middle of the room, legs swinging cheerfully over the edge as he leans back on his palms. He had phoned Sigma, who was attending to an issue in the slot machine section of the casino, not even five minutes prior, but now, Sigma can plainly see that this isn't the emergency Dazai said it was.
"I want to challenge you to a game," Dazai says upon hopping down from the table and approaching Sigma with that confident grace of his. "With two very simple conditions. Want to hear them?"
Sigma raises an eyebrow as his hands find Dazai's waist and subtly tug him closer. "I sure would," he answers, "but I think you're forgetting that I own a casino."
"So! First condition," Dazai says, breaking away from Sigma momentarily to acquire the equipment needed, handing a cue and a small block of chalk to Sigma, "is that every time I miss my shot, I have to lose an item of clothing."
"You?" Sigma nearly laughs at the condition. This must be some sort of trick. Or, maybe Dazai is just so impossibly horny that he needs an excuse to get naked in front of Sigma. "Dazai, you dimwit, you're gonna end up naked within the first five minutes."
Dazai only smiles. "Second condition," he continues, ignoring Sigma's protests, "is that when you're making your shots, I can do anything I want to you, aside from covering your eyes or purposely moving your cue."
Ah. That must be the catch.
Sigma weighs his options, and he can't seem to find a downside. "And if I win?" he asks, crossing his arms and setting a narrowed gaze onto Dazai. This whole scheme seems... fishy. Is there an underlying motive to Dazai's intentions, or is this just Dazai being Dazai? Frankly, Sigma doesn't care.
"Then you win," Dazai says as he's setting up the billiard balls in the correct formation on the table. "But don't get too confident. I'll be solids, by the way."
Heat rises to Sigma's cheeks. What has he just gotten himself into?
Dazai makes the first move. He places the cue ball onto the table and hits it into the formation of other balls, sending them everywhere. One of the solid balls gets into a pocket during the whole scuffle, and Dazai smirks in short-lived victory.
And then, Dazai is behind Sigma, wrapping slender arms around Sigma's waist in a hug. "Your turn," Dazai coos into Sigma's ear, breath warm against the back of Sigma's neck.
Sigma can't help but shiver, and his muscles nearly go lax already. "Damn it," he curses under his breath, "I shouldn't have agreed to this." Perhaps this is some sort of scheme. Dazai is all-too-familiar with Sigma, his likes and dislikes, and the things that weaken him to no end.
"You're right, you shouldn't have," Dazai says before pressing a series of kisses down Sigma's neck. "But I know you won't give up. Go on, it's your turn. This is valuable time for me, you know."
It is far too difficult for Sigma to successfully make his move when Dazai is clinging onto him like a spider monkey and touching him and saying all the right things directly in his ear. His cheeks burn with a blush, and he can barely focus on the plethora of colours in front of him. He eventually succeeds, however, in pocketing two of the striped billiard balls.
Dazai hums in approval, reluctantly letting go of Sigma and picking up his cue. "You're good," he says, tossing another smirk in Sigma's direction. "Let's see how long that lasts."
