Chupi's FE3H One Shots

[DimiClaude] Saturday Night

NOTES:

Inspired by a modern AU I got with a friend, that's all.....as usual i am dissatisfied but its been in my drafts for too long lmao

SUMMARY:

Months of spotty meetings between this strange, elusive man -- and now? Now they were spending a night together. Despite the powerful, gravitating pull Claude feels forcing him toward this mysterious man, he cannot help but feel an equal amount of uncertainty.

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"Take off the tie."

"I know how to undress myself quite well, but I appreciate the encouragement."

The response was only met with a growl.

It had already been about five months since they met out on the streets that one autumn night. It was strange that they were even friends at this point — if this could even be called a friendship. It was baffling in its very nature. Claude has been trying his damn hardest to figure out this mystery of a man ever since they met. Dimitri — that was this odd fellow's name. As if he was not already beforehand, Claude now found himself especially confused. Even in this peculiar situation, he really could not tell if he was still despised by this angry one-eyed man or simply a victim of a twisted tough love. What a bizarre outcome; a decision that was far too otherworldly to be real, and yet here they were in the dead of night, alone, renting a room in a cheap motel together. They were not here for any kind of business, not for any kind of clever game; not even for fun, judging by Dimitri's gaze. They were going to climb onto that bed and sleep together. How the subject even surfaced, how they both decided on it: a mystery. Claude himself could hardly remember the conversation, if there was one. It all just — happened. Now the memory was a mere blur in his mind. This tension, this attraction; was it too much to handle? It only had an aura of uncertainty.

His coat was on a chair, then his tie, his shirt — things were gradually coming off. Claude almost felt like shivering. Not from the coldness in the air; the feeling of being stared at directly. He could feel the other's eye on him, and what a frigid gaze he held. Claude had barely clipped his belt open before looking over. He put a halt to what he was doing and made eye contact.

"You're staring."

Dimitri grunted. He looked away.

"Eager? Or apprehensive? A change of heart wouldn't surprise me."

"Hmph."

"Or...did you like the tie after all?" Claude smirked.

"Hmph."

"Another 'hmph' from you. You're not going to answer me straight for anything. I wish you would."

Dimitri was silently sitting for a minute longer. Then he stood up from his seat. He started moving. His gait was slow but held so much power. He towered over the other once he came closer. His stare was still so intense, and how much sharper his gaze was up close. Claude felt his body tense up when the bigger man put his hands on each of his arms. An unsurprising strong grasp. The grip of a guy who could tear someone in half.

Dimitri's voice was softer than before, but still deep like a beast's. "You speak far too much, no matter what you do, no matter who you're with. You know well about what I am capable of doing to you."

"I do...but I can't say I know what you mean by that."

Dimitri just grunted in reply, but he moved his face in closer to Claude's.