Tension would build. The Jaws theme. The feeling of someone stepping on your grave. A chill down your spine.

The door would slam open with psychic force, slamming metal on metal and screeching as a Gardevoir ran inside. A half a hand missing, furious. The psychic pokemon did not pause at the doorway, just stomped over to Leon Vercetti radiating malice. Hands would grasp for his collar, try to lift him up, one hand rearing back and knotting into a fist to try and slam into the blond man's face. A cry of fury and pain and anguish as he pulled back his fist again.

Only for the pokemon to vanish, sucked into a pokeball, held by Chu-e leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed. He raised a brow at Leon, seeming more amused by his pokemon's show of violence than anything else.

"So. You stole my dead pokemon's pokeball because....?"

"Yeah, died protecting me. Also Prince's boyfriend. I think?" Chu-e didn't particularly think too hard about the sexual antics of his pokemon or their relationship statuses. He wasn't some weirdo who wanted to make love to his Greninja or something fucked up like that.

Kicking off the wall, Chu-e met Leon Vercetti halfway, taking the offered ball and slipping it into his pocket.

Then he hauled back and punched Leon himself.

Not like Prince had, not as hard since he wasn't very strong anyway, but a good slug on the arm.

"Don't steal shit from me again, asshole." But he laughed, seeming to be more amused by the fuck up on Leon's part than offended or upset. "Horndog. Guess I should be flattered my ass was that good." But Chu-e still flopped down on Leon's bed like he owned it, pulling his legs up and under himself as he gave a languid stretch.

The offered smoke was refused with a raised hand and shake of his head; Chu-e had enough health problems as it was. Plus, alcohol was more his vice of choice.

"You could ask? I'm not some princess in a castle. You know where my office is." A brow was raised before he glanced over at the key. His gaze flicked between Leon Vercetti, his body mostly, and the key a few times before he shrugged. "You keep it."

When Leon approached, Chu-e tilted his head up and met his eyes, his own half lidded and amused, his own brand of mischief there. It had been a while since someone could hold up to his brand of flirting. It was surprising enough the first time. Chu-e had honestly expected the other to not care too much about him after he got what he wanted. In this moment, though, if Leon thought himself of a lion then Chu-e wasn't the prey. He was the lioness, preening and unafraid yet unwilling to be tamed. Animal allegories were hard.

"Pretty bold to assume you'll get it in again." Was all he said at first with a small snort. Since Leon didn't seem to want to use the rest of the bed, Chu-e flopped over, making himself comfortable on his stomach and pulling Leon's pillow under his chin. He sighed. "Man, these things are kinda uncomfortable." Half muttered.

"Before I answer, I gotta know. What do you think I'm into?" He would wait long enough for Leon to answer before continuing. "I like baking and reading. Knife tricks. I do drag sometimes. That what you expected?"

Now Leon Vercetti was talking his language. Chu-e took the bottle and knocked it back, not caring to swap a little spit with the other man- they'd already swapped plenty more before this, after all. He crinkled his nose at the burn before letting out a sigh and offering it back.

"Pin me down... hmm... only if you think you're brave enough, big boy." He grinned again, winking, before a small laugh escaped him. "Drag is... you know when gay guys dress up as women and get on stage and put on those big shows? That." Shifting around, his phone was dragged out of his pocket and unlocked, pulling up a few pictures before sliding it over for Leon to see. Chu-e made for a pretty woman.

"Go ahead and put your number in there, too."

"Oh fuck, and the homophobia? Yikes." The bottle is taken when offered again, another drink knocked back before he leans over to put the bottle on the table. A small grin slid over Chu-e's face at the compliment. Some people did say he looked better as a woman than a man...

"Need it for official Rocket business. Can't get railed bent over my desk by myself." A small wink and he glanced at the words, not sure what they meant. Between the nickname and the 'mi amor' it had to be something good, right? "So, you know all about me now, mister thief. Tell me about you. Other than having daddy issues and a nice cock, I don't know too much."

Another small stretch and he flopped his head down, already feeling a little warmth in his veins. Nowhere near drunk or even tipsy, but it was a crying shame that Chu-e couldn't hold his liquor that well anymore.

"Rub my shoulders while you tell me. Fifty-fitty shot I'll either suck your dick or fall asleep in return."

The attentions being given to his perpetually sore body is very welcome. He sighs, seeming to melt against the bed, becoming relaxed and pliant under Leon Vercetti's touch. Shame he didn't have the energy to get frisky. He felt warm and taken care of as Leon spoke. If Chu-e were a cat he would be purring.

"I dunno... sounds kind of interesting to me." He hummed, sleepy and languid drowsy; looks like Leon wasn't getting his dick sucked.

But, Chu-e did tilts his head when Leon whispered in his ear. Lifting his shoulders, turning his head, reaching back to try and hold Leon in place by the back of head. Twisting to try and catch the other's lips. It was uncomfortable and a position he couldn't keep long without giving himself a crick in his neck. So, after the quick tease he would pull away, drop his weight back onto the bed, but shift so he could roll onto his back.

"Damnit. Stop doing hot shit. I can't do anything but lay like a dead fish tonight."

An extended hum left Chu-e at the kiss. When Leon Vercetti parted, breath rough, he only chased his lips for a moment before flopping his head back against the pillow in a huff. His own chest hurt, lungs craving air, the taste of vodka and cigarettes still on his tongue.

At the compliment....

To his own surprise, a blink, and his face twisted up a bit and his face suddenly flamed up red, all the way to the tips of his ears. He had only met Leon twice, both times had been very sexually charged, sure, but holy shit, when was the last time someone called him a beauty? Leon probably was just doing it to worm his way into his pants, but shit...

"Gack." His hands were raised up to cup his face and he quickly rolled over, back to Leon, to hide his embarrassment further. Muffled by his fingers, Chu-e huffed before speaking again. "You can't just say stuff like that, holy shit..."