Aki knows that this is part of the job, that they risk their lives daily for the payments they receive, that eventually one of them was going to go - he just didn't expect it to be so soon, or to be the way that it did. He has pushed himself, doing everything in his power to keep his head on straight, to keep pushing, but the numb feeling of grief inside of him hasn't gone anywhere. It's not made easier by the urge to smoke, an eternal reminder of the person that started him down that road, and the knowledge of her smiles as she died.
She had been one of his best and closest friends, someone who really understood him, and Aki can't help but blame himself. He hadn't been strong enough, fast enough, determined enough to save her or protect her, and no matter how much of his life he offered up it wasn't enough. It makes him feel as though he should have been the one to die in her place, even if he knows he has the responsibility of Power and Denji to keep him anchored to his apartment and to this world.
He's allowed to wallow in grief for a little while, he's sure of that.
It's dark, and he can feel the moment that Power crawls into the futon beside him, her fingers reaching out to find whatever part of his body she wants to play with, and while he is human - a victim to his own reactions, even if it's not really on the list of things he wants to do right now - he shakes his head, reaching out to link their fingers as he turns. Burrowing his face into the pillow is easier, and his voice is muffled as he speaks.
He's making an assumption, but it's the only one he can make with his mind as foggy as it is. ]
she knows that. she's not an idiot — on the contrary, she's much smarter than the usual fiend! it's what makes her different, special, better than them. he lingers around the apartment, he still cooks their meals and makes sure things are (mostly) clean and sanitary. but he doesn't snap at denji. doesn't glare at her over the kotatsu. doesn't yell at them to stop fighting over meals or who controls the remote on the television. hayakawa aki exists — and that's the bulk of it.
and power doesn't have the first idea what to do about it. she tries to imagine the feeling — he had been close to the eyepatch devil hunter, right? she tries to imagine if it were nyako, but comes up empty. because it isn't. and even if it had been, she'd known nyako was alive the whole time and —
ah. except. except that time, when the bat devil had swallowed nyako and power had let herself be swallowed too, because what was the point? why did it matter?
it's that memory that pushes her to do something. she doesn't know what humans might like or what they might need — but she's seen enough tv through windows to make a guess. touch. they like to be touched. there was a commercial, once, a woman standing in the snow crying and a man came up to her and held her hand. it had a very wistful feeling to it, it played over and over in the middle of tokyo until power could remember every second of it. maybe if..
it's dark when she slips into his room; denji's snoring in the other room, stupid as always. there's no hesitation when she crawls in next to hayakawa — it's not the first time she's been in his futon. no hesitation when she reaches under the blanket, trying to find his hand in the dark and —
he shakes his head, something that feels a bit like a slap (why? why does it matter?). his fingers twine with hers, but it's not really the same as the commercial. he's trying to stop her. he thinks that she wants to... )
You don't want to hold hands? ( for once she's not yelling; her voice is almost thoughtful, curious. huffing slightly, she props herself up on the elbow of her opposite arm next to him, her breath ghosting across his cheek and golden eyes glowing in the dark. ) I was sure that was right. Isn't this what humans do?
[ Aki is tired. He's so tired; he can feel it, deep in his bones, an aching thing that has him wanting to sink into his futon and never get up. It's only his sense of duty and knowledge that if he doesn't move Denji and Power would be pretty lost that keeps him going, but even then he knows he is mostly just lethargic. Denji hasn't come in and kicked his ass - or tried to - yet, but Power seems to have decided to take matters into her own hands, in a rather literal sense.
It's hard to turn his head to look at her, hard to lift his gaze to let his eyes drag over to the shape of her body. It's hard to hear her voice and hear his own, the echo of him basically begging her to try and save Himeno, as if his life didn't matter. It hadn't, at that moment, not when he had found his fingers lifting to his sword, not when he had known that he was willing to die with the panic and fear beating in his ears like the sound of his own heart if it meant the others would have a chance to life.
None of it had mattered. Just like before, he hadn't been strong enough to save anyone, and it feels as though that weight is a physical presence sitting on his body.
She continues, and Aki forces himself to turn his head to look back over at her, pensive and thoughtful. He's not entirely sure if he believes that she hadn't been going for his dick, but he's at least willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. If she wants to try and help him then maybe it'll be okay.
Sighing, he blinks up at her, exhausted from the burden of his own emotions. ]
( she can feel his gaze in the dark, his hand clinging to hers. hayakawa has said her name so many times before but never quite like this — in that tone that says he's defeated, he's tired, he doesn't know what to do. overly apathetic, overly empty in a way that makes power want to push and push and push until he finally does something that sounds more like himself. but that wasn't what humans did. humans didn't fight each other when they were hurt, didn't push each other to breaking.
devils did that. fiends did that. only the strong would survive, and they did not have time for moping or crying. in the world she lived in, aki would die if he continued like this; eaten alive by the next strongest predator, or a weaker one who just got lucky.
her hand squeezes his. )
Hmmmm? You want to do something else? (that's a surprise. she's never heard of humans fucking when they're sad, but she's never really bothered to notice. it felt like that was a thing that humans did when they were happy, or angry.
he's thinking about himeno. she knows he is, because of the way his eyes change in the darkness. dark, flat. power remembers that day. the smell of blood — the eyepatch devil hunter's first, then hayakawa's. the katana had moved so fast, and there'd been nothing she could do. was she meant to stay? to die like the rest of them? strong as she is, intelligent as she is, she knows when she is overpowered. the weapon devils, they've always been strong, the fear so potent behind their names that it can practically be tasted. and she is just — )
I suppose we can do 'that' if you want. ( like she's allowing him a great gift, head tipping to one side as she presses closer to him, lips perilously close to his. he likes kissing, doesn't he? or maybe that's just her. ) Humans are so strange.
[ Being a member of a gachikoi group like B-Komachi is a fun game of little contradictions. They can sing love songs, declare their love to their fans and talk about romance but they can't ever fall in love. Playing the lovestruck heroine is strictly reserved for TV dramas and ad spots. But Ai's a greedy idol - she wants to be the lovestruck heroine in real life, too. And being the greedy idol that she is, when Ai wants something she gets it.
Not that anyone else can know, of course. But that's fine. Ai of B-Komachi can say pretty, pure and perfect just like she needs to – so long as Hoshino Ai can have this to herself. ]
Aahhh, I'm so tireddddd... [ It's like the plaintive whine of a needy cat whenever Ai comes home complaining like that – a totally unabashed demand for attention. She lets the door swing closed behind her as she steps out of those towering heels and it's only once it clicks shut behind her and they're comfortably alone that she calls out. ] Aki, I'm hooooome!
[ Some people might think dating someone who is an idol is a difficult task, filled with jealousy, wanting to keep them out of the media, not wanting to share with the world, all of that, but it isn't like that for Aki. He understood what Ai's job was before he got into it, he recognised that it was important to her, and he put his own feelings on the matter aside.
He's sure she could say the same thing about his occupation, given how dangerous it is on a daily basis.
Aki has managed to get home before her tonight, and he's already in the kitchen to prepare something for them to eat together. The sound of her arrival brings a smile to his face, and he steps away from his work to peer around the doorway to catch sight of her. ]
[ It's funny – all the dramas she's acted in have made falling in love sound so big and grand and strange and she supposes in a way, they're not wrong. It's just as bright and loud and colourful as all the scripts she's read have made it sound but she thinks that something gets a little lost in all the noise that becomes clearer once there's a quieter lull. It's not exciting or glamorous in the way confessions of love or grand romantic gestures are but this, she thinks, might just be one of her favourite things – knowing that when she gets home, there'll be someone here to welcome her back.
Ai gives him a smile – it's not as bright or beaming as the sorts she wears on stage, but it's the kind of smile she only ever gives him. ]
Mm, I'm starving! [ She sets her shoes with the rest before she comes trotting down the hall so she can join him in the kitchen. She's not even remotely useful in here herself, but there's something cozy about hovering around in here with him while he's making dinner. ] We ended up getting a lot done today at least, so if I'm lucky, I might not need to go in for reshoots tomorrow but... jeez, the director's ruthless!
[ Of course, her job's pretty low stakes compared to Aki's – and with that in mind, she bumps her forehead affectionately against his arm. ]
[ The truth is that he had never imagined falling in love himself; his job was too dangerous, the work he did too intense, his boss a little too controlling over his social life and his dependents for him to really explore, but it seemed as though this relationship was good for public safety. The government seemed content to have him in a relationship with someone that could be a target from devils - or accidentally create one herself - and so they overlooked it, letting him keep this.
He doesn't share any of the details, of course, doesn't allow anyone to know what happens, not even Denji, who desperately begs to know what it's like to be with an idol. This is his, he'll keep it close to his heart and he'll greedily have it as his own secret. No one else has to know just how much he cares about her, how much he wants to take care of her, the way that his heart fills with a joy that has been missing for years when she gets home.
Turning around, he leans down to press a kiss to the top of her head before he focuses back on their dinner. ]
I assume that means he wants you all to do your best, so he'll make sure you work hard. If anything bad happens, let me know.
[ Lifting his hand, he wiggles his fingers; there are some bandages around the tips of some of his fingers. ]
[ When she sees his hand, her smile pulls a little tight and flags just a bit. He'd been so at ease when she came through the door that she'd assumed it had been just as uneventful a day for him as it had for her, but if he'd had to call Kon then that means there'd been some sort of fight or incident. And yet, he's as calm as anything.
Then again, that sort of thing does count as an uneventful day for Aki, huh? For any other Devil Hunter, maybe. For all the time that she spends at Aki's side, she's really only ever lingered at the shallows of the world he lives in. She wonders if that makes her selfish or shallow in turn – or if maybe having someone to come home to who doesn't ask prying questions is what he wants. The space to allow an exhale.
She doesn't let any of those thoughts play across her face – instead, she gently catches his wrist before he withdraws it so she can make a show of taking a look. ]
Isn't he getting a little too greedy? I guess it's better he does it like this than somewhere else, but...
[ She dips her head down and presses a kiss to one of the bandaged fingers, like she can soothe any lingering aches that way. ]
It still kind of makes me want to pick a fight with him!
[ Did he eat whatever leftovers were still hanging around? Maybe. Did that include some way-too-old rice balls that got shoved in the back? Also maybe. ]
Better than he expected, really. It's warmly lit when they let themselves inside, clean and neat, it doesn't have any weird smells or lingering human funk - at least not beyond what the world usually contains - and overall it seems pretty well maintained. He doesn't know why he's surprised, it's Aki, but -. )
Nice.
( A murmur as he walks further into the room, wings expanding a little more as he relaxes. The journey had been quiet, Aki's jaw clenched like he'd been expecting a battle and not their agreed upon not-date. He'd wanted to needle a little, poke holes in that tightly wound defence, but then he'd been sure if he had the human would have run off into the hills and all Angel has been doing the last few days is thinking about arms, and really, doesn't he deserve a little eye candy? So he'd bitten his tongue, behaved, kept it all wrapped up until the moment the door swung behind them. He turns to face the other man now, a sweeping assessment as he reaches inside of his suit jacket. )
You said no flowers. ( The object is small when he tosses it. A singular wrapped sweet. ) It's my favourite flavour.
( Not much room to go out and peruse when you're public safety's bitch, but he'd saved it. It's not a date. They're not romantic. It's just a sweet. Aki looks like he might bolt from the window. )
The reality is that he shouldn't be indulging in this. For all that he and the Angel Devil had bridged some kind of gap between them lately, this is still a bad idea; a terrible one, that he should shove aside and leave to rot. Indulging like this isn't like him, but he can't resist it, the pull and allure that burns inside him. He wants, and it makes his body ache for more.
They're not here for romance, which is why he said no flowers, but his hand rises on instinct to grab the candy anyway, his right eye supplying it seconds before it arrives. Scowling, he shoves it in his jacket pocket, trying not to appear as twitchy as he feels, irritated and snappish despite the promise of pleasure. Shaking his head, he shrugs the jacket off, hanging it over the back of one of the provided chairs. ]
I didn't think it would.
[ Obviously.
His slippers come next, left by the side of the bed, and he undoes the knot of his tie, letting it hang on the chair too. ]
( Moody too. Angel watches him with his usual half-lidded laziness, but he sits on the edge of the bed without further comment, the sheets soft underneath his hands where he curls them over the edge. Aki's tie comes off and life sparks across Angel's features, a strange new hunger eating at the edge of his focus. He could follow suit maybe, but he isn't really thinking about anything else beyond this.
He wants Aki to undo his top button. He wants to catch a glimpse at the hollow of his throat.
It is with great reluctance he lifts his gaze higher, skirting it over that sharply edged jaw, the paleness of a cheek, up to where Aki's eyes are stormy and frowning. Angel hums, it fills the space and brushes against the tight balloon of control, but can't quite pop it. His feet hook at the ankle, swing a little. He thinks about trying to provide some comfort, but that fades away too quickly. )
[ There's not really anything that's going to make this better.
All of Aki's sexual encounters in the past have been brief, getting rid of excess energy and desire, and never with someone he knew and worked with. He had always been careful to keep a distance, to ensure that he didn't fall into the trap of caring again, and with his walls being worn down by Denji and Power... This is risky. It's dangerous.
But he can't stop himself.
Turning back to Angel, he raises his eyebrows, lifting his hand to tug the band out of his topknot. No need to keep his hair up right now, is there? ]
( Aki loosens his hair and Angel's breath rattles free, a hand lifting unseeing to claw at his own tie. He's staring, that's probably to be expected. He doesn't really have anything else in his arsenal beyond the greedy way his sight sweeps over the other man. )
You look different like that.
( Angel doesn't always have the energy for hair-stuff, so mostly his stays down. Sometimes he hacks off little bits that get snarled, but beyond that it stays loose. He's surprised then by how young it makes Aki look. How human.
He's so human.
Angel's fingers itch as he shrugs bonelessly out of his jacket, tosses it somewhere near the end of the bed. He's not like Aki, he doesn't really care if it wrinkles. He's busy perceiving. )
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I can make you bagels, Ai-chan.
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[ Ai's not an emoji sort of girl but rest assured that there's an eye emoji there in spirit. ]
Would they be homemade? Including the bagel buns?
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[ malewife. ]
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[ you don't have to butter him up when he already said he'd make them, girl!! ]
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same verse as the other thread, have some pic prompts!
one | two | three | four | five
if you want the indulgent smut option (nsfw): nsfw one | two | three )
this took me so long i am so sorry
Aki knows that this is part of the job, that they risk their lives daily for the payments they receive, that eventually one of them was going to go - he just didn't expect it to be so soon, or to be the way that it did. He has pushed himself, doing everything in his power to keep his head on straight, to keep pushing, but the numb feeling of grief inside of him hasn't gone anywhere. It's not made easier by the urge to smoke, an eternal reminder of the person that started him down that road, and the knowledge of her smiles as she died.
She had been one of his best and closest friends, someone who really understood him, and Aki can't help but blame himself. He hadn't been strong enough, fast enough, determined enough to save her or protect her, and no matter how much of his life he offered up it wasn't enough. It makes him feel as though he should have been the one to die in her place, even if he knows he has the responsibility of Power and Denji to keep him anchored to his apartment and to this world.
He's allowed to wallow in grief for a little while, he's sure of that.
It's dark, and he can feel the moment that Power crawls into the futon beside him, her fingers reaching out to find whatever part of his body she wants to play with, and while he is human - a victim to his own reactions, even if it's not really on the list of things he wants to do right now - he shakes his head, reaching out to link their fingers as he turns. Burrowing his face into the pillow is easier, and his voice is muffled as he speaks.
He's making an assumption, but it's the only one he can make with his mind as foggy as it is. ]
Not tonight, Power.
you're valid 💓 also tl;dr
she knows that. she's not an idiot — on the contrary, she's much smarter than the usual fiend! it's what makes her different, special, better than them. he lingers around the apartment, he still cooks their meals and makes sure things are (mostly) clean and sanitary. but he doesn't snap at denji. doesn't glare at her over the kotatsu. doesn't yell at them to stop fighting over meals or who controls the remote on the television. hayakawa aki exists — and that's the bulk of it.
and power doesn't have the first idea what to do about it. she tries to imagine the feeling — he had been close to the eyepatch devil hunter, right? she tries to imagine if it were nyako, but comes up empty. because it isn't. and even if it had been, she'd known nyako was alive the whole time and —
ah. except. except that time, when the bat devil had swallowed nyako and power had let herself be swallowed too, because what was the point? why did it matter?
it's that memory that pushes her to do something. she doesn't know what humans might like or what they might need — but she's seen enough tv through windows to make a guess. touch. they like to be touched. there was a commercial, once, a woman standing in the snow crying and a man came up to her and held her hand. it had a very wistful feeling to it, it played over and over in the middle of tokyo until power could remember every second of it. maybe if..
it's dark when she slips into his room; denji's snoring in the other room, stupid as always. there's no hesitation when she crawls in next to hayakawa — it's not the first time she's been in his futon. no hesitation when she reaches under the blanket, trying to find his hand in the dark and —
he shakes his head, something that feels a bit like a slap (why? why does it matter?). his fingers twine with hers, but it's not really the same as the commercial. he's trying to stop her. he thinks that she wants to... )
You don't want to hold hands? ( for once she's not yelling; her voice is almost thoughtful, curious. huffing slightly, she props herself up on the elbow of her opposite arm next to him, her breath ghosting across his cheek and golden eyes glowing in the dark. ) I was sure that was right. Isn't this what humans do?
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[ Aki is tired. He's so tired; he can feel it, deep in his bones, an aching thing that has him wanting to sink into his futon and never get up. It's only his sense of duty and knowledge that if he doesn't move Denji and Power would be pretty lost that keeps him going, but even then he knows he is mostly just lethargic. Denji hasn't come in and kicked his ass - or tried to - yet, but Power seems to have decided to take matters into her own hands, in a rather literal sense.
It's hard to turn his head to look at her, hard to lift his gaze to let his eyes drag over to the shape of her body. It's hard to hear her voice and hear his own, the echo of him basically begging her to try and save Himeno, as if his life didn't matter. It hadn't, at that moment, not when he had found his fingers lifting to his sword, not when he had known that he was willing to die with the panic and fear beating in his ears like the sound of his own heart if it meant the others would have a chance to life.
None of it had mattered. Just like before, he hadn't been strong enough to save anyone, and it feels as though that weight is a physical presence sitting on his body.
She continues, and Aki forces himself to turn his head to look back over at her, pensive and thoughtful. He's not entirely sure if he believes that she hadn't been going for his dick, but he's at least willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. If she wants to try and help him then maybe it'll be okay.
Sighing, he blinks up at her, exhausted from the burden of his own emotions. ]
You just want to hold my hand?
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devils did that. fiends did that. only the strong would survive, and they did not have time for moping or crying. in the world she lived in, aki would die if he continued like this; eaten alive by the next strongest predator, or a weaker one who just got lucky.
her hand squeezes his. )
Hmmmm? You want to do something else? ( that's a surprise. she's never heard of humans fucking when they're sad, but she's never really bothered to notice. it felt like that was a thing that humans did when they were happy, or angry.
he's thinking about himeno. she knows he is, because of the way his eyes change in the darkness. dark, flat. power remembers that day. the smell of blood — the eyepatch devil hunter's first, then hayakawa's. the katana had moved so fast, and there'd been nothing she could do. was she meant to stay? to die like the rest of them? strong as she is, intelligent as she is, she knows when she is overpowered. the weapon devils, they've always been strong, the fear so potent behind their names that it can practically be tasted. and she is just — )
I suppose we can do 'that' if you want. ( like she's allowing him a great gift, head tipping to one side as she presses closer to him, lips perilously close to his. he likes kissing, doesn't he? or maybe that's just her. ) Humans are so strange.
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tw: ref to self harm
rip sorry mobile posting had me hitting enter early
been there
cw bloodplay (oops i should have warned before)
you're good
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Not that anyone else can know, of course. But that's fine. Ai of B-Komachi can say pretty, pure and perfect just like she needs to – so long as Hoshino Ai can have this to herself. ]
Aahhh, I'm so tireddddd... [ It's like the plaintive whine of a needy cat whenever Ai comes home complaining like that – a totally unabashed demand for attention. She lets the door swing closed behind her as she steps out of those towering heels and it's only once it clicks shut behind her and they're comfortably alone that she calls out. ] Aki, I'm hooooome!
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He's sure she could say the same thing about his occupation, given how dangerous it is on a daily basis.
Aki has managed to get home before her tonight, and he's already in the kitchen to prepare something for them to eat together. The sound of her arrival brings a smile to his face, and he steps away from his work to peer around the doorway to catch sight of her. ]
Welcome home, Ai. Are you hungry?
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Ai gives him a smile – it's not as bright or beaming as the sorts she wears on stage, but it's the kind of smile she only ever gives him. ]
Mm, I'm starving! [ She sets her shoes with the rest before she comes trotting down the hall so she can join him in the kitchen. She's not even remotely useful in here herself, but there's something cozy about hovering around in here with him while he's making dinner. ] We ended up getting a lot done today at least, so if I'm lucky, I might not need to go in for reshoots tomorrow but... jeez, the director's ruthless!
[ Of course, her job's pretty low stakes compared to Aki's – and with that in mind, she bumps her forehead affectionately against his arm. ]
What about you? How'd things go today?
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He doesn't share any of the details, of course, doesn't allow anyone to know what happens, not even Denji, who desperately begs to know what it's like to be with an idol. This is his, he'll keep it close to his heart and he'll greedily have it as his own secret. No one else has to know just how much he cares about her, how much he wants to take care of her, the way that his heart fills with a joy that has been missing for years when she gets home.
Turning around, he leans down to press a kiss to the top of her head before he focuses back on their dinner. ]
I assume that means he wants you all to do your best, so he'll make sure you work hard. If anything bad happens, let me know.
[ Lifting his hand, he wiggles his fingers; there are some bandages around the tips of some of his fingers. ]
I had to use Kon today, so he took his offering.
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Then again, that sort of thing does count as an uneventful day for Aki, huh? For any other Devil Hunter, maybe. For all the time that she spends at Aki's side, she's really only ever lingered at the shallows of the world he lives in. She wonders if that makes her selfish or shallow in turn – or if maybe having someone to come home to who doesn't ask prying questions is what he wants. The space to allow an exhale.
She doesn't let any of those thoughts play across her face – instead, she gently catches his wrist before he withdraws it so she can make a show of taking a look. ]
Isn't he getting a little too greedy? I guess it's better he does it like this than somewhere else, but...
[ She dips her head down and presses a kiss to one of the bandaged fingers, like she can soothe any lingering aches that way. ]
It still kind of makes me want to pick a fight with him!
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[ Did he eat whatever leftovers were still hanging around? Maybe. Did that include some way-too-old rice balls that got shoved in the back? Also maybe. ]
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[ Disgusting boy. ]
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you should go with me!!!! for burgers!!!!
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akiiiiiiiii
buy me burgerssssss
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date-not-date
Better than he expected, really. It's warmly lit when they let themselves inside, clean and neat, it doesn't have any weird smells or lingering human funk - at least not beyond what the world usually contains - and overall it seems pretty well maintained. He doesn't know why he's surprised, it's Aki, but -. )
Nice.
( A murmur as he walks further into the room, wings expanding a little more as he relaxes. The journey had been quiet, Aki's jaw clenched like he'd been expecting a battle and not their agreed upon not-date. He'd wanted to needle a little, poke holes in that tightly wound defence, but then he'd been sure if he had the human would have run off into the hills and all Angel has been doing the last few days is thinking about arms, and really, doesn't he deserve a little eye candy? So he'd bitten his tongue, behaved, kept it all wrapped up until the moment the door swung behind them. He turns to face the other man now, a sweeping assessment as he reaches inside of his suit jacket. )
You said no flowers. ( The object is small when he tosses it. A singular wrapped sweet. ) It's my favourite flavour.
( Not much room to go out and peruse when you're public safety's bitch, but he'd saved it. It's not a date. They're not romantic. It's just a sweet. Aki looks like he might bolt from the window. )
It's not going to explode.
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It's not that simple.
The reality is that he shouldn't be indulging in this. For all that he and the Angel Devil had bridged some kind of gap between them lately, this is still a bad idea; a terrible one, that he should shove aside and leave to rot. Indulging like this isn't like him, but he can't resist it, the pull and allure that burns inside him. He wants, and it makes his body ache for more.
They're not here for romance, which is why he said no flowers, but his hand rises on instinct to grab the candy anyway, his right eye supplying it seconds before it arrives. Scowling, he shoves it in his jacket pocket, trying not to appear as twitchy as he feels, irritated and snappish despite the promise of pleasure. Shaking his head, he shrugs the jacket off, hanging it over the back of one of the provided chairs. ]
I didn't think it would.
[ Obviously.
His slippers come next, left by the side of the bed, and he undoes the knot of his tie, letting it hang on the chair too. ]
Sit down on the bed, Angel.
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( Moody too. Angel watches him with his usual half-lidded laziness, but he sits on the edge of the bed without further comment, the sheets soft underneath his hands where he curls them over the edge. Aki's tie comes off and life sparks across Angel's features, a strange new hunger eating at the edge of his focus. He could follow suit maybe, but he isn't really thinking about anything else beyond this.
He wants Aki to undo his top button. He wants to catch a glimpse at the hollow of his throat.
It is with great reluctance he lifts his gaze higher, skirting it over that sharply edged jaw, the paleness of a cheek, up to where Aki's eyes are stormy and frowning. Angel hums, it fills the space and brushes against the tight balloon of control, but can't quite pop it. His feet hook at the ankle, swing a little. He thinks about trying to provide some comfort, but that fades away too quickly. )
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[ There's not really anything that's going to make this better.
All of Aki's sexual encounters in the past have been brief, getting rid of excess energy and desire, and never with someone he knew and worked with. He had always been careful to keep a distance, to ensure that he didn't fall into the trap of caring again, and with his walls being worn down by Denji and Power... This is risky. It's dangerous.
But he can't stop himself.
Turning back to Angel, he raises his eyebrows, lifting his hand to tug the band out of his topknot. No need to keep his hair up right now, is there? ]
Take your clothes off.
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You look different like that.
( Angel doesn't always have the energy for hair-stuff, so mostly his stays down. Sometimes he hacks off little bits that get snarled, but beyond that it stays loose. He's surprised then by how young it makes Aki look. How human.
He's so human.
Angel's fingers itch as he shrugs bonelessly out of his jacket, tosses it somewhere near the end of the bed. He's not like Aki, he doesn't really care if it wrinkles. He's busy perceiving. )
You should wear it down more often.
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