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

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.]

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. ]

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?]

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ 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. ]

Edited 2014-05-14 18:25 (UTC)

[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.]

[ He is not going to pout, god fucking dammit.

Okay, he will try. Very hard.

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. ]

[Please excuse your boyfriend as he takes about a quarter of a minute out to stare at you. Good thing the car's going on auto-pilot right now.

Yes, there are still some things on the Fifth World that surprise the Blade King.]

Huh.

[That is a thoughtful 'huh', as he's turning that pensive frown on his face towards the road. Well, that does explain a few things...

Did you really do that?

(...)

And that silence is a tell.

Are you...?

(It was concern for you, at first. And then...)

Right, he's going to leave you to that for now, Brother. You'll Talk once you're both alone.]

Sorry. That must have been incredibly awkward for you.

[ And he's now looking at you with a bit of concern. You'll note the particular way this one's voice goes soft. ]

It's alright. I... I got over it.

[ He hopes you don't mind, he's going to light another cigarette now. ]

He was... curious.

And I just said no because... [ inhale, exhale. ] Because it would have felt like cheating.

[ Yes. Your boyfriend is big on fidelity. Is it old fashioned? Yeah. But it's a thing. ]

[That last part makes him smile, and reach over to cover one of your hands with his.]

Thank you for that. I can say with complete honesty that I wouldn't be all right with the idea at all.

[He means it.]

Let's continue this talk when we're both settled in properly.

[Because now he's going to take the car off of auto-pilot and make sure the both of you get back to the house faster.]

[ 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. ]

Mm-hm.

[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]

[ You're going to have to give him a moment. ]

I think I left my stomach somewhere back there on the road.

[ He takes it back. He is not quite fine with this speed. Yet. He'll get used to it. Eventually.

No, this one's not moving just yet -- are you sure the car's actually stopped? ]

[Color this one Amused. He's getting out of his own car just fine, see?]

Shall I carry you inside?

[Saying that after he's come around to the passenger's side, pillowed his arms over the side of the car and fallen to peering at you through the open window.]

[ And this one's going to send you something that is as close to a withering glare as he can muster.

Who the hell taught you to drive anyway -- no, forget it; he doesn't want to know. ]

I think I can manage, thanks.

[ Seriously. He clearly loves you That Much. If it were anyone else... ]

[You are so adorable to him right now. That might be why he's leaning into the car even further now, and putting his forehead right up against yours.]

Are you sure?

[You may be distinctly reminded of a cat, with how those violet eyes are peering rather deeply into yours.]

[ ...Wow, you're awful, Hikaru. ]

Don't... do... that.

[ He's heard about biases to significant others, but seriously, you doing that should be illegal.

He does take a breath though, pulling back from you ( achievement unlocked ) just so that he can unclasp that seat belt and tug at the door handle. ]

I'm fine. [ Casting a glance your way now, with the hint of a smile. ] I think it's uh, caught up.

[And he only lets out an easy laugh and obediently backs away in order to let you step out.]

Great. Although I really was willing to give you a piggyback ride.

[Saying that over his shoulder as he's leading you upstairs.]

[ There's only a brief pauses as he checks himself when he's finally out of the car, before he shuts the door to the passenger side. ]

That would be weird, Hikaru.

[ Yes, he knows you are the Blade King. Yes, he knows you can probably bench-press a goddamn tree. But you are as skinny as hell even if he knows that it's all muscle underneath those clothes of yours it would just. Look. Weird. ]

What? Would it be somehow less weird if you were giving me one instead?

[Is that a pout as he's going for his keys and unlocking the door? Kinda sorta.]

You are so traditional.

[And yes the two of you are heading straight for the wing that only he and Alistair use.]

[ And he's going to follow you down to that wing, glancing around just briefly because it's been a long, long while since he was last here -- has it really been months? Yes. Yes, it has. ]

For one, I would not give you a piggyback. You're not Kitty.

And second, I'm not the one in this relationship who drives like I'm participating in the Monte Carlo.

[ His tone, you'll note, is teasing.

There might also be a distinct dip in the last few syllables -- and pretty much because he is... actually checking out your ass. At least before he catches himself and scrubs a hand over his face. ]

[You are so lucky that he's too busy dropping things left and right/fussing over stuff/checking the kitchen to notice the fact that he is giving you a bit of a free show right now.]

I would think that since you're in Rhiannon, you'd be all over me for driving tips.

[Because Dark Hour Derby. He loves that shit, by the way.]

[ And this one's chuckling softly at that as he watches you fuss, gaze just following -- and appreciating -- the economy of your movements. ]

Is that an invite to default to how we were? Me taking on tips from knowledgeable you?

[ That's... slipping out before he knows it.

Maybe his voice falters towards the end. Just a bit. It's kind of just hitting him now why the last few exchanges have been giving him a sense of deja vu.

Neither of you have bantered like this with each other in a while. Your date on the 18th came close -- but he hadn't faced his own insecurities at that point just yet, was just too happy to be around you and know that after Ireland, you both were well on the road to really okay. ]

Edited 2014-05-15 18:29 (UTC)

[Okay, THAT is catching his attention. He's turning around now, and the concern's in his eyes even if the rest of his expression has schooled over to show curiosity. Mostly.]

Only if you want to.

[Saying that softly, even the way he's looking at you is...

Hell. Directness is a thing, isn't it?]

You okay?

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