[ I just don't want to freak him out? Besides... I think Death may have said something.
He's remembering the look on Hikaru's face on the lawn, when he'd finally come over after changing into his Zangyaku uniform.
Since Josh is occupied with talking to Makoto, he's missing that look. He's guard's also dropped, so the tells are there if you know how to spot them ( and Hikaru likely does ) because this is a bit of a difficult subject. It had been a little bit awkward, after all, the morning after. ]
He's finishing up that cigarette and killing it on the car ashtray now, which naturally means he ends up glancing at Hikaru and catching the fact that the Blade King's looking his way. ]
[No more kid gloves, right? And you've always liked it when he was direct --
-- but he's also incredibly cute when he isn't, see. You've witnessed that for yourself back in Ireland, worrisome as it was, and now you can see another example from Makoto.
The setting: a rainy night in Tokyo, one that Makoto's idling away in his apartment. The scene: a quiet knock, a stilted conversation on the intercom before Makoto's finally opening that door and finding one very young and very vulnerable looking Blade King on his doorstep. Watch those eyes as they finally tear themselves away from his shoes, and look up. See those lips part, then quiver, then watch the rest of his face break.
"I... I'm sorry. Can I come in?"
It's uncanny, isn't it? How young he can sound.
Yes. Makoto would like to think he's doing you a favor, LaRue.]
Just shake it off, Josh. He's trolling and you know it. ]
It's uh, [ leaning back in his seat now and looking straight at the road while attempting to relax. ] It's nothing. [ A casual smile tossed your way as he checks his phone for a better playlist.
[Seriously: one has to admire Hikaru Shinta's timing, because that is echoing what Makoto had asked him back then, as he held the boy close, as he held that face between his hands and looked into his eyes. Imagine how he felt, when the boy only pursed his lips, gathered the tattered remnants of his resolve, and nodded.
"Use me."
Odd, really, how history tends to be all about repetition. It's not like people plan it out like that. It just happens.
It started, back then, when a kiss, one that was slow, deep, and possessive. Then quiet commands, all of them directed towards forcing the Blade King - somebody young and unstoppable and ultimately a force of nature unto himself - to strip and stay still and make sure that he completely at Makoto's disposal. Then there's that boy on his bed, spread out, completely naked, perfectly vulnerable. Then there's Makoto lashing those slender wrists together, attaching them to the bedpost. Those ankles get cuffed to an impossibly long pole. Those pretty violet eyes are covered by a blindfold. Those lips are parted by a ball gag. Those cute little nipples get a bullet vibrator taped to them, one to one.
Makoto's thorough. Every inch of the one he loves the most must be attended to, with loving care. It's only proper. It's only right.
"Then you're mine for tonight. And I'll do exactly what I want to you."
When he whispered that into the boy's ear, he trembled. You've never felt him tremble for you like he had for Makoto yet, have you, LaRue?]
Really, there are just some things that Josh could have lived his entire life not knowing but apparently that's not in his control anymore.
And as distracted as he is by the images that he really wants to bleach out of his brain, the filter between talking to his extra passenger internally and talking out loud is kind of really broken. ]
Jesus, alright already. I'll talk to him, now put it away.
[ What you'll see, Blade King, is a glower that is meant not for you but for one Makoto Kuzunoha. If those lips any further there won't be much left to see. ]
Pretty sure I wasn't supposed to hear that, LaRue.
[Oh, but that's exactly what Makoto wanted to hear back then: that distinct way that Hikaru Shinta whines when release is so close, yet so far away. The memory's been sped up a bit, see. You're both already at that point where Makoto Kuzunoha has a dildo buried deep into that ass, where those tiny vibrators are humming against those nipples, where every breath Hikaru draws is a sob that occasionally tapers out into a desperate, muffled whine from around that gag, where he's lovingly licking the salt from the skin of the boy's neck as Hikaru's body writhes beneath him.
"Say 'please'."
He's far from done, Josh. You've had Makoto in your head long enough for you to know that.]
[ And he's just going to sink into his seat and cover his face, nevermind that Hikaru is looking. It's late, it's dim, maybe he won't notice just how red Josh is right now.
Dude, I get it. Now please stop? Please?? You can't be this much of an asshole, c'mon man, I'll talk to him about that exchange with Death, I don't want to have to see this right now.
Because, seriously. It does feel a little like stumbling across your older brother's home sex video with his then significant other who just happens to now be your significant other ( and the age discrepancy in the memory sort of but not really adds up? ) which is totally messed up in a don't ask it's really complicated kind of way.
[All you'll get is a quiet laugh just at the back of your head. No guilt from this one. None at all.
(At least you're pretty sure that whatever you're going to talk about now won't be nearly as awkward as you thought. A beat. (And consider that memory something you can fall back on for future reference.)
Outside of that... sorry, Josh, but Hikaru pretty much noticed everything. Perception up the wazoo, right?]
Okay. What's up?
[He's about two degrees away from being Concerned.]
There's a disgruntled sound from this one as he lowers the volume of his phone's music player to background noise just as he switches to a particularly heavy EDM track. ]
Just your ex-boyfriend being a total dick because I was waffling over that thing we need to talk about. [ He's annoyed, but let's face it, he can't really be angry at Makoto. And while there's a crease between his brows, his expression isn't hard -- just maybe a little worried.
Might as well dive in, right? No sense getting a second round of Makoto Kuzunoha-grade trolling. ]
Death probably didn't mean it as bluntly as I'm going to put it but... [ okay, LaRue, take a breath ] he offered to have sex with me if I was going to have problems with you being away for a while.
[ He does glance your way, once during the beginning of that and another right after that pause. Now though, Josh is idly tapping a gently closed fist on the little rest beneath the window. ]
[And there is your little brother, shoring up his defenses yet again, drawing lines.
He's not quite ready to cross the gaps that have grown, horrid and yawning, between himself and the other Kings. He's always been bad at dealing with what he considers to be betrayal.]
[ And he'll give your hand a gentle squeeze right back and send a nod in the general direction of that wheel. ]
Then I guess the sooner we get to Kibo the better, right?
[ And with that, he's leaning back into his seat now and letting a hand drift over here the clasp of the seatbelt is secure. If you want to speed up, he's totally fine with it. Gotta get used to you driving like there's no tomorrow. Kind of comes with the package of uh -- you. ]
[ Yep, there goes that not-really-biting-at-his-lip-but yeah, you get the picture.
The pitch of his voice has also dropped a notch. ]
That same shy and unassuming Sin-Eater trekked three months from San Diego to Canada. [ Travel was a thing he couldn't indulge, but it was his favorite part of having games out of state. ] I've always wanted to go places, I just... didn't have the chance to.
[ His eyes are still fixed on yours, by the way. ]
Besides. Gotta keep up with my boyfriend somehow, right? He seems to have been everywhere.
[Flashing a smile in your direction, in the hopes of settling you in a little better. It probably seems weird seeing that from him while he is going at a speed that probably should not be achieved while on a winding mountain road...
...Nor while you're entering the "town proper" area of Kibo itself...
...Nor while you're parking the car. What an admirable, perfect curve into a perfect landing position that very accurately fills in that slot in the house's garage. o_o]
Oh, not everywhere. Places keep changing, you know?
[It's not false modesty: it's a fact. Only close-minded folks, practically immortal or otherwise, could be arrogant enough to assume that some things don't change at all, most especially if they happen to be countries and the manifold living spaces within them. Even the relatively untouched expanses of wilderness shifted around.]
There's always something new to check out, and that sort of thing is especially fun to experience when you've got excellent company.
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