003. and in every raindrop... // open post.

[icarusalsoflew]

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[larue]

[ He's going to send a smile your way and lean in. ]

I'm good with whatever you want.

[ And because he can't resist, and because one of his first memories of you at Kibo did involve you and a car. ] Just... I have a special request?

[icarusalsoflew]

That I drive at a perfectly acceptable pace for your heart rate?

[Might as well try to preempt you, because you're not the only one who's recalling your last drive together from anywhere to Kibo or vice-versa. Of course, he's remembering the experience with pride and a bit of fondness.]

[larue]

[ You would think that, but no. ]

I pick the music.

[ Saying that with a perfectly deadpan voice. No more Enka, please. Not with you behind the wheel. One thing at a time, babe. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[Chuckles. Not quite what he was expecting, but that's a good thing. He likes it when you surprise him.]

I can work with that.

[larue]

[ Sending you a quick grin before he goes back to his cigarette, eyes turned towards the way the campus is blanketed with night, broken only by light from the lamps set in certain areas.

He'll go through this stick and be ready to go when you are. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[Once you're both done, he's standing up and canting his head towards the car.]

This place is pretty nice at night.

[Saying that as you're heading over.]

[larue]

[ He's falling into step with you at that. ]

It is.

[ And when you get to the car, right before you head to the driver's side, he's catching your hand to draw your attention his way so that he can maybe slide a kiss over your lips.

Sue him. It's dark, no one's around, and class is done. That, and watching you go through that stick reminded him that he hasn't kissed you in a while.

The goodbye kiss last night totally doesn't count. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[Brief as that gesture is, he does shut his eyes in respond in kind, complete with a pleased noise and a gleaming glance in your direction before he's ducking into the car.

This is nice. 'Nice' can be such a quaint word, but. Well.]

This is a welcome change of pace.

[Saying that as he starts the car up. The two of you have not had nearly enough alone time since you sorted your shit out.]

[larue]

[ And he's joining you in that car, sliding into the passenger seat and subsequently buckling up before he hooks up his phone to your stereo system. ]

Uh-hm. [ Smiling your way now, as he plays something you both like. ]

Time to make everything awkward! \o/

[icarusalsoflew]

[Which you're going to get an appreciative smile for, young man. And look: see? This speed isn't so bad.

In other news, have one Makoto humming in your head.

(Hmm.)

Yep. Just that.]

[larue]

[ It's a very good thing this one's got a fairly good handle on his tells where it concerns you and Davis, Makoto.

Yes...?

He's also casting a look Hikaru's way. ] Okay if I roll down the windows?

[icarusalsoflew]

Go ahead.

[(So. When do you plan on talking about what you're actually supposed to talk about?)

He's just... putting that out there. Because Makoto.]

[larue]

[ Sending Hikaru a smile at that, just as he rolls down his window and brings out his cigarettes.

He's been smoking Black Stones enough times for it to look normal, and it's a habit he picked up to appease Makoto anyway. He's just going to proceed as normal so as not to raise any flags.

I'm looking for an opening? He really is. He figured he'd go into it when they finally hit Kibo. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[ (You could also just go for it.)

And oblivious as Hikaru is to the fact that his ex-boyfriend and current boyfriend are talking in said current boyfriend's head, he's taking a moment out to let the car drive itself so that he can light up.]

[larue]

[ You mean like now???

To be completely blunt, one of the reasons he's delaying is that he doesn't know where to start. How does one go "Uh, hey, so the other entity in your head told me that if I was having trouble with you being away for an extended period of time, I could essentially have sex with your body while he was in it."

Granted, given that this was you, there's a pretty high chance that you'd be totally cavalier about it?

He's smoking through that cigarette now. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[(Why not?)

It's about 50/50, really, whether Hikaru's going to be fine with it or not. It's hard to tell since your relationship with him is a bit of a first.

Speaking of Hikaru: he's glancing over at you now. You're looking a little pensive, love.]

[larue]

[ 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. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[(Well, keep waffling and he is definitely going to notice.)

And now you're going to feel that distinct 'aha' sort of ping that Makoto gets when he's about to do something Horrible.

Uh oh.

In the meantime, Hikaru is wondering if he should ask if something's up, or if he should wait it out...]

[larue]

[ Makoto, whatever you're up to, just don't.

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. ]

Hey.

[ Smooth one, LaRue. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

What's up?

[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.]

[larue]

Um. [ Makoto, what the f--

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.

Yo, man. Stop that. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

Are you sure?

[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?]

[larue]

[ Worst. Adoptive. Geist. EVER.

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. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[Blink.

Color this one Deeply Amused.]

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.]

[larue]

[ 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.

Please, and no thanks. ]