NO MORE ANUS BLEEDING

But of course, Seagull didn't want to leave. He still wanted all of those things. He wanted to be clsoe to Crow.

He stood up defiantly, slipping his hands into his pockets.

"I don't want to leave--make me, if it's that important to you. I haven't gotten what I want. Why should I go anywhere?"

"Make up your mind then, sweetheart." He said, somewhat cattily. "Fuck me or get out. Choose one, or I'll choose for you."

"What if I don't want either?" he asked, looking for a way out. His heart was in his throat. Maybe, if Crow said the right thing, he would give in...

"No, there are only two choices." He said plainly. "After all, you're only here for one. If you don't want it, then you may as well leave, sweetie."

He smiled, but it looked more pained than it did sadistic. "Choose."

"...I hate you. So much," he said, practically shaking with a mixture of rage and complete disappointment. Crow sucked balls, he decided.

"Then get out of my house." He said, frowning deeply and looking away. "If you don't have a reason to be here anymore, then just leave me alone."

"What if I don't want to?!" he snapped irritably. "It's not my fault you're stupid--I'm not some kind of faggot, I'm not going to explain things to you. It's not like you have feelings, anyway...I bet you don't even know the word 'empathy'."

He smacked Seagull upside the heard, per his usual response to Seagull's bullshit. Afterwards he realized that had been a mistake, but it had been a near automatic response.

"Just go." He insisted, trying to cover up his embarrassment at his rashness.

Seagull, also feeling rash, reached for his gun. He aimed for Crow's face. After all, he was getting pretty sick of his shit by now.

"You're so goddamn stupid!! Do you fucking understand anything?! HUH?!"

There were lots of things Crow didn't like, but being threatened was at the top of that list.

"I understand that if you don't put your gun down I'm going to beat the everliving fuck out of you." He snapped irritably. "And you know I can."

He laughed bitterly.

"I really don't give a fuck right now--at this range, I will shoot you before you touch me. I don't care what happens after that. And who knows--maybe if I tear a fucking new hole in you, it'll let some goddamn emotions in!!"

He glared at Seagull.

"You're serious." It wasn't a question. He was highly unamused.

"I'm fucking annoyed, is what I am!" he snarled. "I'm not going to be the faggot who says it first, so fucking figure it out if you give a shit. And if you don't, go ahead and come at me--I'll stop playing and shoot you for real. You've seen me shoot guys in the heart from thirty feet away, Crow. Surely you didn't think I was trying all this time? 'Cuz I fucking wasn't."

He sneered.

"As if you'd really shoot me. If you had wanted to, you would have already." He said confidently. "That aside, the answer is no, I don't care."

He did care, though. A lot. He really did.

"...I don't want to kill you, asshole!" he shouted. "I will, but I don't want to, so don't make me!!"

He grinned.

"Then go ahead. Shoot me, you little shit." He wrinkled his nose distastefully. He really felt bad, but at the same time, he couldn't stop egging poor Seagull on.

Slowly, Seagull's rage fluctuated and diminished. He lowered his gun and turned away, shaking his head. It wasn't worth it; nothing was worth it. There was no point to any of this.

"...Whatever," he muttered, slowly walked away. "It's not like I was in the mood anyway. See you later, Crow--or preferably, not at all."

-x-

Seagull had hid the alcohol on his person very well. He didn't know why Crow had invited him over again so soon--they had just done it two days ago--but he did know one thing: the surest way to find a man's true feelings was to get him drunk. And since Crow never drank voluntarily, it was his job to aid in his intoxication.

Seagull himself had never drunk before, but he figured the stuff in his pocket would do the trick. Everclear was supposed to be flavorless and odorless besides--all the better for his purposes.

If you asked him, Seagull couldn't explain precisely why he planned to drug Crow; after all, he was very much of the belief that he was an emotionless, sociopathic bastard. But despite all that, he couldn't help but hope that something, anything would get Crow to say the words he so desperately wanted to hear. And so, he carried a bottle of Everclear in his inner jacket pocket.

He rang the doorbell, doing his best to retain an expression of indifferent distaste. His hair was straightened like always, though he wore a particularly nice white outfit composed of a dressy jacket and slacks. He adjusted the tie that he had fastened uselessly around his bare neck; he liked to look nice in front of Crow, if only to make him feel bad. At least, that's what he kept telling himself.

Crow was dressed nice, too. In fact, everything he wore was from an expensive brand, and it looked it, too. He didn't lie about the reasoning. He was sick of playing cat and mouse with Seagull. So he knew he would have to loosen the guy up a bit. Or a lot. Either way, vodka would do the trick. Crow only ever drank when he was alone, but never hard stuff. He had to buy some while he was on a mission in Russia. Of course, it wasn't exactly normal vodka, so he had to make sure to put it somewhere else so he didn't drink it.

He made them both drinks. He preferred soda, while he mixed in the special vodka into whatever the hell Seagull liked. With that done, he casually set down the drinks to where they normally sat. With that all finished up, he answered the door and let Seagull in.

"Hey." He grinned at Seagull.

Seagull leaned against the doorway, looking oh-so-cool and indifferent. He slicked his hair back with his hand only so it could fall in his face again, then slowly stood upright.

"So. You gonna let me in?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "It's pretty fucking cold out here, ya know."

He pulled him inside and ushered him into the living room. Shooing away some of the animals, he sat down and sipped on his coke. Most of them crawled into Crow's lap, anyway.

"I made you your favorite." He said, smiling at him gracefully.

"It's not my favorite," he grumbled, even though chocolate milkshakes were one of his favorite beverages of all time. In fact, the first sip felt like heaven, though it tasted a little odd; he normally avoided drinks that crashed with his monochromatic appearance, and hadn't indulged himself with darker drinks in a while.

"...I want some Oreos," he said, looking for a way to distract Crow. "Can you go get me some from the kitchen? And don't give me any shit about being out, fucking everyone has motherfucking Oreos."

"But my babies..." He protested, his animals all glaring at him as he fidgeted. But he wanted to be nice to Seagull to make up for the other day, so he moved them all off his lap again and got up.

He went into the kitchen, looking for Oreos. He knew he didn't have any. Maybe he could run to the store...He found some other cookies instead after searching for a few minutes.

He brought those back with him.

Seagull did his best to look innocent once Crow returned. He had slipped a tiny amount of the alcohol into Crow's drink during his absence, and he was eager to see the results. He sipped more of his milkshake absentmindedly, not noticing as a comfortable haze settled over his thoughts.

"Where're my Oreos?" he demanded, pouting. "Oreos are fucking delicious. I want my goddamn Oreos. Did you get me my fucking Oreos?"

"I didn't have any." He said simply, handing over the pack of cookies he had found. "So eat these."

He sipped his coke obliviously. Did it taste more watered down? Maybe not, he thought, as he drank more. Again, the animals settled into his lappy. They were attempting to crawl all over Seagull, too.

Seagull sipped his milkshake, hardly noticing them. By now his cheeks were turning red as his blood raced.

"So, why the fuck am I here?" he asked bluntly, waving his glass precariously. "You never told me. We already did it this week, so unless something happened I guess this about something else. What the fuck're we gonna do."