[Those scarlet eyes... Kurapika wasn't kidding, humorless as he is, yet Akira still finds himself idling before them like a deer caught in high beams. They're beautiful. Terrifying. They're eyes Akira never thought he'd behold again, but here he is, given a second chance, or is this a reminder of his failures? Is this the price he pays for his ego, his every mistake?
He'd rather err on the side of the positive, and wouldn't Akira always? If his ego damns him again, so be it, but he can't watch another person condemn themselves to hell right in front of him. He can't fail again. Surely, no one is beyond saving. Surely.]
I can see it, plain as day. You try to hard to be someone you're not. You're not the monster you think you are.
[And no amount of thinking it is going to turn you into a beast that blindly seeks revenge. You can't throw away your human heart.
Akira leaves no room for retort, hands sliding up to frame Kurapika's face and jerk him into a kiss (15). Sorry.]
[ Firsts don't mean that much to Kurapika, not when he decided to forego caring at all about his own experiences in life for the sake of revenge. Even so... this is one hell of a first kiss. Leave it to someone like Akira to do something as stupid as kissing a Kurta while their eyes are red.
Kurapika wants to argue, wants to tell Akira that he's wrong, that maybe he wasn't a monster before, but he certainly is now. How could he not be after giving away so many pieces of himself?
Ah, but he can't say any of that, not when Akira's lips are pressed against his and he's warm, so warm that for just a second Kurapika's mind goes blank. He quickly recovers (18), however, his hands gripping onto Akira's shoulders and pushing him away, his eyes just as intensely red as they were moments ago. ]
You really think what I wanted right now was a kiss? Are you an idiot?
[ Of course Kurapika is aware of the possibility that Akira wanted to kiss him for the sake of it and not because he thought that was what Kurapika needed, but that thought is so terrifying that he doesn't want to voice it aloud.
So instead, he does something as equally stupid and tugs hard on Akira's collar, pulling him into another kiss. ]
[Oh, Kurapika. If you haven't yet learned that Akira laughs in the face of consequences, let this serve as a lesson.
All Akira expects in return for his audacity is a fist to the face and a friendship soured. Everything's lining up according to his expectations with Kurapika arresting him by the shoulders and shoving him back, but he—
He catches Akira completely off guard, so much so that he tenses, jerks when Kurapika tugs him into another kiss. Color him shocked, but more than anything, he's pleased. He knew Kurapika was a passionate person, that roaring inferno within him just barely contained. He should've known, then, how much he'd yearn for a moment like this.
Akira feels alive again, burning from the inside out, and he won't let Kurapika draw back. Looping his arms around his neck, Akira keeps Kurapika bound in a liplock (16). He won't be the one to end this. No, he'll leave the choice up to Kurapika, because god knows they'll both be feeling some kind of way about this in the morning.]
[ Part of him expected Akira to pull away completely and laugh this off as some sort of weird joke (like all of his other incredibly infuriating and unfunny jokes—at least to Kurapika), especially when he tenses. It's a natural reaction to a mistake, after all.
Then again, Akira is always throwing him for some sort of loop, taking a twist he doesn't expect, and when he loops his arms around Kurapika's neck, he gasps softly against his lips, completely caught off guard (4). This, too, is probably a mistake and Kurapika is well aware of it. He always takes into account the consequences of his actions, all of the possible ways the things he does can ripple out and impact his future and his goals—but sometimes his old self gets the better of him, acts impulsively and without much thought.
For what is undoubtedly a mistake, his heart certainly hammers in his chest and his fingers clumsily pull harder at Akira's shirt. Maybe it's not so bad, for things to fall outside of his carefully constructed plans, even if he'll have trouble looking Akira in the eye for a few days. ]
[Damn it, Kurapika, you're the one who's supposed to keep cool and act rationally so in situations like these. Akira can't be trusted to hold onto his inhibitions in a situation like this, content only to take what he's given and demand so, so much more.
At least he isn't alone in that bottomless hunger. A shame about all the fumbling (4), but that's what happens when you've only just realized how starved you've been for physical touch, for connection, for whatever this mess is that they've entangled themselves in.
Akira is no better at tugging off shirts than Kurapika is, but maybe they shouldn't be trying to strip each other at the same time? When they next break for air, Akira lifts his arms to accommodate Kurapika's eager fingers. Don't chicken out on him now.]
[ Akira's mouth is so pleasantly warm, his lips slotting perfectly against Kurapika's, that it's easy to get lost in the feeling of another person. He's held off from this simply out of a need to focus on his own goals, and the realization that he's been sorely missing out is hitting him a lot harder than he ever expected it to. Yet, he can't help but feel somewhere in the back of his mind that this is a feeling he should have allowed himself to feel at all.
He sits back, pink-cheeked and eyes still very much red, as Akira lifts his arms. Does he just... tug on his shirt? Is that how this goes? Is that the proper order to all of this? Kurapika reaches out to do just that when—
[That unexpected knocking against the door nearly shocks the soul right out of Akira's body. It's a miracle they didn't concuss each other after hearing that oddly unnerving rhythm, and when Akira sits up to see who, or rather what, is at the door...]
...Oh boy.
[Yamato, you fucker. Do you have any idea what your stupid vacuum just interrupted?
It's... fine, actually. They were getting carried away and wouldn't have stopped on their own accord, and within weeks of knowing each other, they shouldn't... y'know. Embarrass themselves by being this damn eager.
If it's all the same to Kurapika, Akira's just gonna scoot to the edge of the bed and straighten out his clothes. Talk about a close shave.]
Seriously? I'm surprised you haven't mauled that thing.
[ His eyes have cooled back to their usual brown by this point, but his cheeks are still flushed, Kurapika's body still radiating the heat that has already simmered down in his chest. For just a moment, he watches Akira straighten out his clothes, but it becomes too much and leaves him feeling so awkward that he looks away. ]
...Yamato cares about that thing, though, and I don't really mind him that much. He's not the worst person to share a floor with.
[No good. The mood's totally shot, and even if it wasn't, that damn robot has a lot of nerve... but if anyone's to blame here, it's Akira himself. He could've salvaged this, he thinks, but there's no turning back once he catches sight of the look on Kurapika's face.
Damn it. He fucked up big time.
Akira swings upright with a heave-ho and a guttering sigh, padding over to the window and tossing it open.]
Man, it's super stuffy in here. You need to do something about that.
[In reality, it's their own fault for stifling themselves in a layer of UST so thick they'd need a dehumidifier to get under control. Parking himself on the windowsill with his legs dangling in the breeze, Akira summons his broom beneath his feet.]
Anyway, I need some air. Good luck with your vacuum problem.
[He's an asshole for tucking tail and running. He knows he is. Nevertheless, Akira hops onto his broom and flies off into the starless night.]
[ He could say something to Akira, let him know that he doesn’t really need to leave, but he doesn’t. Instead, Kurapika watches in silence as Akira sits on the windowsill and summons his broom.
It isn’t until Akira has disappeared into the darkness that he lets out a breath, shaking his head in an attempt to clear it. Briefly, he considers closing the window, but it really is stuffy in here, so he makes a beeline for his bed, flopping back onto it.
Maybe this is the best outcome anyway. Akira needs to learn his place and stay away from Kurapika, after all. He has no business trying to get in the way of his goals when they haven’t even known one another for that long, telling him that he deserves a new life.
As if Akira could ever know what Kurapika deserves.
He sighs, letting his eyes slip closed. This is a much easier end to his problems. This way, he doesn’t have to do the pushing away. ]
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He'd rather err on the side of the positive, and wouldn't Akira always? If his ego damns him again, so be it, but he can't watch another person condemn themselves to hell right in front of him. He can't fail again. Surely, no one is beyond saving. Surely.]
I can see it, plain as day. You try to hard to be someone you're not. You're not the monster you think you are.
[And no amount of thinking it is going to turn you into a beast that blindly seeks revenge. You can't throw away your human heart.
Akira leaves no room for retort, hands sliding up to frame Kurapika's face and jerk him into a kiss (15). Sorry.]
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Kurapika wants to argue, wants to tell Akira that he's wrong, that maybe he wasn't a monster before, but he certainly is now. How could he not be after giving away so many pieces of himself?
Ah, but he can't say any of that, not when Akira's lips are pressed against his and he's warm, so warm that for just a second Kurapika's mind goes blank. He quickly recovers (18), however, his hands gripping onto Akira's shoulders and pushing him away, his eyes just as intensely red as they were moments ago. ]
You really think what I wanted right now was a kiss? Are you an idiot?
[ Of course Kurapika is aware of the possibility that Akira wanted to kiss him for the sake of it and not because he thought that was what Kurapika needed, but that thought is so terrifying that he doesn't want to voice it aloud.
So instead, he does something as equally stupid and tugs hard on Akira's collar, pulling him into another kiss. ]
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All Akira expects in return for his audacity is a fist to the face and a friendship soured. Everything's lining up according to his expectations with Kurapika arresting him by the shoulders and shoving him back, but he—
He catches Akira completely off guard, so much so that he tenses, jerks when Kurapika tugs him into another kiss. Color him shocked, but more than anything, he's pleased. He knew Kurapika was a passionate person, that roaring inferno within him just barely contained. He should've known, then, how much he'd yearn for a moment like this.
Akira feels alive again, burning from the inside out, and he won't let Kurapika draw back. Looping his arms around his neck, Akira keeps Kurapika bound in a liplock (16). He won't be the one to end this. No, he'll leave the choice up to Kurapika, because god knows they'll both be feeling some kind of way about this in the morning.]
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Then again, Akira is always throwing him for some sort of loop, taking a twist he doesn't expect, and when he loops his arms around Kurapika's neck, he gasps softly against his lips, completely caught off guard (4). This, too, is probably a mistake and Kurapika is well aware of it. He always takes into account the consequences of his actions, all of the possible ways the things he does can ripple out and impact his future and his goals—but sometimes his old self gets the better of him, acts impulsively and without much thought.
For what is undoubtedly a mistake, his heart certainly hammers in his chest and his fingers clumsily pull harder at Akira's shirt. Maybe it's not so bad, for things to fall outside of his carefully constructed plans, even if he'll have trouble looking Akira in the eye for a few days. ]
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At least he isn't alone in that bottomless hunger. A shame about all the fumbling (4), but that's what happens when you've only just realized how starved you've been for physical touch, for connection, for whatever this mess is that they've entangled themselves in.
Akira is no better at tugging off shirts than Kurapika is, but maybe they shouldn't be trying to strip each other at the same time? When they next break for air, Akira lifts his arms to accommodate Kurapika's eager fingers. Don't chicken out on him now.]
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He sits back, pink-cheeked and eyes still very much red, as Akira lifts his arms. Does he just... tug on his shirt? Is that how this goes? Is that the proper order to all of this? Kurapika reaches out to do just that when—
A familiar object bumps at the door, getting stuck against the door jamb in a very strange rhythm. ]
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Picking up the roomba with a movement that can only be described as full of hate, he sets it back down just past his door. ]
Yamato is lucky I haven't thrown you out the window.
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He clears his throat. ]
That happens often.
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...Oh boy.
[Yamato, you fucker. Do you have any idea what your stupid vacuum just interrupted?
It's... fine, actually. They were getting carried away and wouldn't have stopped on their own accord, and within weeks of knowing each other, they shouldn't... y'know. Embarrass themselves by being this damn eager.
If it's all the same to Kurapika, Akira's just gonna scoot to the edge of the bed and straighten out his clothes. Talk about a close shave.]
Seriously? I'm surprised you haven't mauled that thing.
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[ His eyes have cooled back to their usual brown by this point, but his cheeks are still flushed, Kurapika's body still radiating the heat that has already simmered down in his chest. For just a moment, he watches Akira straighten out his clothes, but it becomes too much and leaves him feeling so awkward that he looks away. ]
...Yamato cares about that thing, though, and I don't really mind him that much. He's not the worst person to share a floor with.
[ So Musashi gets to live another day. ]
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Damn it. He fucked up big time.
Akira swings upright with a heave-ho and a guttering sigh, padding over to the window and tossing it open.]
Man, it's super stuffy in here. You need to do something about that.
[In reality, it's their own fault for stifling themselves in a layer of UST so thick they'd need a dehumidifier to get under control. Parking himself on the windowsill with his legs dangling in the breeze, Akira summons his broom beneath his feet.]
Anyway, I need some air. Good luck with your vacuum problem.
[He's an asshole for tucking tail and running. He knows he is. Nevertheless, Akira hops onto his broom and flies off into the starless night.]
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It isn’t until Akira has disappeared into the darkness that he lets out a breath, shaking his head in an attempt to clear it. Briefly, he considers closing the window, but it really is stuffy in here, so he makes a beeline for his bed, flopping back onto it.
Maybe this is the best outcome anyway. Akira needs to learn his place and stay away from Kurapika, after all. He has no business trying to get in the way of his goals when they haven’t even known one another for that long, telling him that he deserves a new life.
As if Akira could ever know what Kurapika deserves.
He sighs, letting his eyes slip closed. This is a much easier end to his problems. This way, he doesn’t have to do the pushing away. ]