Takasugi's amazing. A monarch like Rinne was never supposed to reveal the depths of his emotions. One word should be enough. Actions should speak for themselves. It's his first time meeting a man who can express his love this freely. The men from his country aren't always like that, but Takasugi tends to be an outlier. Is it because Rinne told him his feelings first? Oh, no. That was Rinne's first mistake — he spoiled Takasugi far too much. But when Takasugi holds onto his hand so firmly, Rinne can't even be sorry for it. Whatever Rinne puts in, Takasugi returns tenfold. That's all he's ever dreamed of.
That's something only his heroes are capable of.
The atrocities Takasugi has committed might be true, but Rinne doesn't care. Rinne looks away, but the touch of his hand on Takasugi's arm remains warm and fond.]
Because it's lonely. Carrying all those feelings for someone you still want to see... If the stars aligned for us to meet, then who else is gonna get it but me?
Edited (no. he should be embarrassed and suffer.) Date: 2025-06-30 06:55 pm (UTC)
it's a cut-open sort of devotion as he caresses rinne's palm, shaped by the want to give and give until he gives out. mel wonders if this connection is manipulative, but takasugi clings to it like he might die without it, where there's no denying the obvious anymore—that he's a lonesome soul. some people can outgrow others, and be more careful about where they plant their roots, but takasugi planted his ages ago. every time he comes to life, they're a part of him, and every time he tries to excise the part of him that hurts. only it's not so easy when that hurt is who you are.
but rinne says it out-loud for him. challenges him when he runs away. if only shouin-sensei were here to see it, that light in his eyes, like a student from the academy. rinne, who is often kinder than the cruelest thing that's ever been done to him.
it's times like these, when they come head-to-head, that takasugi feels a twisted want to take rinne's clumsy heart for his own. to reach beneath the clothing, and all the ugly words and shame, and love him like a soft breeze. but the weight of that, too, would change too much. takasugi already knows what's left of their boundaries, and so he slowly releases their hold, still coming down from the rush of adrenaline, it beating like a slow drum in his chest.
takasugi's careful, softly pushing rinne's hands away so he can finally grab the hanger that's been hanging on the wall, waiting for them to wrap things up. )
Then don't say you deserve it. Say something more poetic, like it's too late to turn me out, and we're bound by the frankness of our souls or something to share in the pain. Then I wouldn't mind saddling you with more of my baggage. After all, I'm supposed to be thinking about you forever, aren't I? And I'm not as lonely as I could be. Mmh. Not when...
(not when i have you, he wants to say. but that's too much. he won't embarrass himself. )
( ... won't embarrass himself, but the thought doesn't quiet the thump of his heart as much as he'd like.
with the long sleeves of his kimono hanging limply at his sides, takasugi patiently works each lean arm into the folds of the sheepskin jacket, stretching until his hands pop effortlessly out of the cuffs. then he adjusts the needed distraction, pulling tight at the frayed edges of the fabric to make sure it's secure.
hmm. he tucks an arm in, holding it up to inspect. shakes it a little. yep, it's on proper. )
Well? Do I look like the spitting image of a biker about to perform an iconic motorcycle slide?
( the patches of fur from his half-shifting itch at the collar, a reminder that he needs to improve his control. )
[On rare occasions like these, Rinne’s laughter is neither boisterous nor fox-like.]
You know Akira but not Alice in Wonderland?
[No judgement, though. Rinne’s been there. He's only pleased that he has an excuse to fix Takasugi's collar. He straightens it with a tug and a soft smile, his gaze lingering on the fur that had nearly taken over his favorite view before it falls to the straps keeping Takasugi’s decency together. Rinne used to do checks like this for Hiiro before he left for his training, then Niki before he went to school or on stage. Like them, Takasugi also trails off in a manner all too familiar, and Rinne just has to wonder exactly what makes others act this way around him. Frustrating, yet so terribly endearing.
Could Takasugi become an enduring fixture in his life, too? The jacket hides his lean limbs well, and Rinne almost forgets the grim future that awaits him. He wants to change it. Old habits resurface. Seeking the soft curls he hasn’t felt in ages, Rinne caresses the nape of Takasugi’s neck. It’s unbecoming of a monarch to encourage behavior so inappropriate, but it has always been Rinne’s nature to lure prey right into his maw.]
Yeah. Lookin' good, Prez. Makes me wanna join your biker gang! Or the Kiheitai, if you’re still recruiting. I don’t wanna go on hiatus, though…
[ He attempts the same soothing gesture that night, at that bar, the patches of fur a strange texture on his fingertips. ]
You’re lucky you stopped it. Coulda torn your kimono all up. Where would you even get a new one?
( takasugi expects the compliments, of course. as if he doesn't and won't look good in most attire.
but it's rinne's genuine laughter and the echo of that touch through his hair that make him feel what he shouldn't. does rinne know he's making it worse for him with how soft it is? probably. definitely. touching someone like this makes your intentions known, after all. takasugi swallows, hoping the growing heat on his furred neck isn't noticeable, as if he can help it. the more things happen, the more it seems like it doesn't take much to get him excited, and embracing one's base desires is surely more enticing thanks to his natural soul—chasing what flees him, lapping up blood like it's nectar.
still, it's tender. takasugi wonders idly, this time without drink, if it's meant just for him.
and thinks, twisted on the inside, about how much he'd really enjoy that. )
I wouldn't, probably. Which means I'd better get this under control before I end up nude in the middle of a street somewhere. I had to get some adjustments to it previously, but I'm a little too attached to change my look entirely. It's iconic, right?
( he says, like that's no problem at all. there's a pink flush to his cheeks as he freely relishes in the attention, doing a little double-handed peace sign. )
But, speaking of the Kiheitai. Maybe we should have a catch-phrase in a similar fashion to the chant I came up with beforehand. You know, a three-part phrase. Something like, "fleeing with your kill, they're still on your trail... yada-yada... 3kon." ( a beat. ) It's a work-in-progress. At any rate, I don't think this is the look. Let's try something else on. Something flashier.
[ Previously? So something like this has happened before? Rinne's always pulling away, turning around before Takasugi can even reject him, and he thinks he might do that today, too. Right now though, after all that's been said and done, running away with his tail between his legs sounds neither poetic nor interesting—nor anything anyone Takasugi would burden would do. But the thought of Takasugi naked is. Rinne draws in a deep breath as he lets his fingers linger on the flesh and fur before smoothing down his shoulders. That's it, he should control himself. Don't let the imprinting take a hold of you, Rinne-kun. Inhale, exhale. No surprises. No sudden movements.
Why is Takasugi being so adorable all of a sudden, anyway? This guy... ]
Nothing in this shop's as cool as your legendary getup, but we'll find something.
[ In a bit, though. It's cute that Takasugi's actually taking this idol business seriously. Maybe he's just putting in the things he likes the way Niki tends to do, but at least he's thinking about it. Good, good. He and Niki should both know the joy of what Rinne loves the most.
Which is why Rinne takes those peace signs into his hands and hums as he considers Takasugi's suggestion. He sways Takasugi's hands gently side to side. ]
"Hot on your trail, you'll weep and wail, gods will prevail, 3kon."
[ A beat. ]
You don't gotta use that. I'm just spitballing. The divine right of kings ain't something I got here, but the concept of an idol's pretty close to a god when you think about it...
[ Hmm. But something about this idea doesn't sit well with him. ]
Edited (just making this clear) Date: 2025-07-02 04:19 pm (UTC)
The divine right of kings, ... huh. But, you're right. It's hard to resist something so tempting.
( especially when it's right there in front of you.
he draws out his words slowly. carefully. there's no helping the saccharine invitation on his tongue anymore at this point, but he can, at least, try to remain himself in the face of rinne's smile.
there's a time to put on pressure, and a time to retreat, and takasugi reflects on what it means to be an idol. close to a god, he says? maybe, as a form of worship. he's encountered the divine and even attempted to recreate them in their magnificence under his control, and their indifference is both a harsh reality and a source of their power. but rinne mentioned that idols bring happiness. at its core, it's a deal more forgiving. )
I can't say it doesn't sound interesting when you put it that way. Maybe that's exactly what this humanity needs right now—something akin to a god, to ease their worries and illuminate their senses. Only better, in that we won't have to go silent without prayer. It doesn't need to be the same. We'll make our own way.
( last time, it ended in abysmal failure.
he lets his hands hang in rinne's, expression distracted, thumbs gently tracing the surface of rinne's hands. )
( then, eyes narrowing with the smile of a deviant: )
On that note, I'm excited to see you shine on a bigger stage. And for what comes next, of course.
( claws graze lightly at the skin of rinne's arm as takasugi lazily brushes past his wrist and onward, lingering purposefully near his elbow.
he pinches the muscle softly for his pulse, and maybe that'll spurn him into action. there's only so long takasugi can stay in this limited space where their bodies might meet, even if he's being a good boy, as rinne put it. )
[Rinne had always hated the beliefs of his village, but he's not much better, is he? Rinne furrows his brows as he struggles. His face glows red-hot. Their teachings and customs are so ingrained in his very being that going against them feels like a sin. A god that would mingle with and sing for the masses... The elders never would have allowed it. But again, Takasugi listens. Again, he's not just willing to break the rules, but change them entirely. His chest starts to hurt once more, and the more Rinne listens to this strange ache, he discovers how his heart has been skipping beats. It has been skipping beats for a long, long while.
Rinne opens his mouth to say something about taking on his burdens—another thing a god would do—but Takasugi's touch draws circles on his skin, lines up his arm, and when he pinches the tender spot there, Rinne gasps. Whatever Rinne had meant to ask about Takasugi's clothes catches in his throat and melts in the space between them. It's not that he hasn't gotten this sort of attention. He's usually much better at stopping it. But Takasugi said he was Rinne's, and back in that damned village, he was only ever allowed to own but one certain thing.
One certain person.]
Mm. Me too.
[But he says it so quietly, he hopes that Takasugi won't hear it. He will, though.]
... Does it have to hurt?
[What Takasugi said about piercings is still on Rinne's mind. He doesn't agree, not entirely. Takasugi goes through enough on his own. Besides, how would they even do it? He takes one tentative step forward, then another. Then, he takes the leather jacket off before finding Takasugi's narrow waist and meeting the jut of Takasugi's hips with his. The shape there is solid, certain and hot.]
( but the smile tugging mischievously on his lips stops once they're flush together, the swell of rinne's chest pressing against him. and the swell of something else.
the steady beat of his heart grows faster. he can change positions, and quit playing, but rinne's body is honest. takasugi doesn't have to guess what it means, his own excitement starting to pulse to life in response beneath his skin. he tries to think on the question being asked, but the thoughts are hazy, starting to melt together with the clear realization that rinne is burning in all his immaturity for this, and he doesn't mind it in the least. saliva catches in his throat, suddenly dry, that pulse point beneath his fingers all but forgotten.
still. does what hurt? their push-and-pull? the way their imprint wrenches feelings hidden to the surface? maybe something related to the group? or even...
that? but, that doesn't have to hurt. not at all.
takasugi stalls, feeling the heated impression on him freely, and honestly, it's bigger than he thought it would be. he tries to say something shameless, but he can't string it together when all his cool ideas are being wedged out of the way by shameless desire. he draws that hand on rinne's elbow down, clutching at his wider hips with both hands to draw him in even closer. to squeeze them flat against each other and feel the heat of their arousal connecting through the fabric. to rock his shoulders in against rinne's own, still bare without a jacket to cover them.
there's a sound of someone rustling the fabric in a nearby stall, but that doesn't matter. if anything, the danger only rouses him further as stares down, hovering his fingertips dangerously close to the crease of rinne's length. )
... Weren't we going to share in our pain, Amagi-kun? Mmh. It doesn't have to. But to let go, you first need to push yourself to the edge.
( he totally thinks rinne's talking about something else. but it's fine. )
Edited (to be less direct) Date: 2025-07-03 03:02 pm (UTC)
[ Let go? Of what? These inhibitions holding the last of Rinne's sanity together? This is so much different from the last night they were this close. At least he couldn't feel where Takasugi's body began and ended. At least they were alone.
In the quiet space between them, he can hear his heart pounding in his ears. Keeping it steady was easier before he knew the weight of what they were doing and what Takasugi wanted to put in his hands. It's strange, though. Takasugi would neither hide nor keep himself away from whatever he desired. He would never keep Rinne blind to anything Rinne needed to know. The emptiness Rinne is feeling, then, isn't a lack of affection.
It's something more dreadfully familiar. ]
... Is that what you're into?
[ It's an attempt at a joke, but the moment it leaves Rinne's lips, it doesn't sound that funny. He can't lie. He wants to know. He wants to be closer. Above all else, he wants to be gentle. ]
[ But being gentle doesn't always give him what he wants.
Sharing in their pain, was it? Then they should share in their pleasure, too. Rinne's fingers skim the man's slender waist, ghosting up the muscles tight across his stomach, his chest. He's wrestled with Hiiro and Niki enough to know where men are weak. ]
That what happens when you shift 'til your clothes rip?
[ Like a fox on a hare, Rinne strikes.
He traps him with the pressure on his hips, enough to crush him until a sweeter feeling ignites between their thighs. Claws dig into the fabric taut across Takasugi's back to keep him there. Their bangs brush against each other like flame touching flame as Rinne watches his broad chest push against Takasugi's with each heavy breath. No room for escape, no moment of hesitation. It's an unfair trick. It's nothing he should do to a hero. The other soul inside him revels so much in this shamelessness, Rinne has to laugh. But at least Rinne has Takasugi this close. ]
( he almost stumbles on his feet, rooted in place with hands that have tried to rip him raw as much as they've offered support. hands with sharp edges that he's held time and again thus far, to ease and to invite. rinne gathers to him and goes looking for answers, and it gets worse. this obsession of his is getting terrifyingly worse, like every touch is fingertips against his soulplace.
will he remember the way rinne breathes into him past this world? will he remember what compels him, what brings them closer?
it's his turn to try and stifle a noise in the back of his throat. an unbecoming little groan as he tucks in his chin. the pressure rises, and the delight with it, and it's unnerving how badly he want to shove him off, to squirm free and tend to himself. but it's just as enticing to stay caught in rinne's web, face hot with the frustration of this obvious denial. )
... I suppose, it's something like that. Not that I'm keen to admit it. Should I confess that I'm struggling to keep it down, with... how intensely we experience all these new sensations lately? Someone offered to put me out of my misery recently, funny enough, not too long before that night at the bar. I get overwhelmed, especially when it comes to things that really catch my interest. The way I feel about this world. The way I feel about Shouin-sensei. And—
( he digs his claws into the fabric of rinne's back, scratching. marking. )
The way I feel about you.
Edited (a little more pathetic) Date: 2025-07-03 06:44 pm (UTC)
[ Rinne hisses at the pain that rakes at his skin. He doesn't fight it. He thought Takasugi must have been hiding something grander. An enemy perhaps, or mission to exterminate an evil force greater than himself. He's worldly enough not to have the delusions of a simple child, but Takasugi spoke of so little, and Rinne never pressed, and they were having so much fun that he never had the courage to ask. Whatever burden Rinne wanted to carry, Takasugi was very good at hiding that.
The people he loves are all like that. ]
You've been suffering... because of me?
[ Rinne's body is rigid as it wars with his mind, heat blooming in all the right places as it screams wrong, wrong, wrong. Wherever Rinne goes, this is all his love will ever bring. This is why he felt that way in the forest. This is why he should have kept his distance. He should shove Takasugi out, say something hateful, and slam the door before he can follow. But he can't leave Takasugi here. Not when he can't be understood by anyone else. ]
[ Even as Takasugi assaults his senses with sounds and sensations that send shivers of delight down his spine, what choice does Rinne have but to hold him? ]
... I get it. It's my fault, right? [ It has to be. It always is. ] When you said you were mine, I just thought—
[ It was a brief, bothersome thought, brought on by some past lesson his tutors etched into his being. Nothing important. Nothing he ever wanted to remember. He didn't want to think of Takasugi that way.
But a samurai was a warrior too.
Although Rinne hated oaths like that, Takasugi's devotion felt so familiar—better than familiar—and Rinne missed that so much, he...
He shuts his eyes tight and tries to shake the shame off his mind. ]
( rinne looks adorably pitiful, stressing over something takasugi doesn't even care to think about right now. he tilts his head at an angle, dizzy from the blood-red sight of all his features just a hairsbreadth away. but his first instinct in response gives rise to a more recent memory, a "is that how it's gonna be? every time i do something wrong, you kiss me?" that plays in his mind. takasugi exhales through his nose in frustration instead.
is he really getting that predictable? it's an unsettling thought, especially with the way rinne's eyes fix on him before closing. )
Suffering? ... The only suffering I'm experiencing is the discomfort between my legs right now. All the rest I mentioned, I can—
( he can feel the blood under nails that mostly scar. the quivering desire below.
but it's the way rinne's words show him kindness in this moment that make him want to step back, so he gives that broad back a commanding pat. )
Handle that on my own, just like I always have, even if fate ties us together. In fact, it's only necessary going forward that I get it together. You're not responsible for me getting in over my head. And you don't need to be so gentle with me in this regard, actually. Rather. Let me go, Amagi-kun.
( maybe he's the one misunderstanding something. hadn't he made himself perfectly clear up until this point? his brow furrows, this vulnerability almost nostalgic. )
[ Yes, Rinne knows. Yes, Rinne remembers. They've already talked about this. Several times, in fact. But see, the thing is— ]
You think I'm gonna listen to you?
[ Takasugi wants to be with him. Takasugi wants to be alone. It's a contradiction Rinne is growing tired of. They are two different people, each with their own separate paths, but when what Rinne wants tries to slip out of his grasp, the words of that girl could not be truer. Rinne can't wait for people to be kind to him forever. The first move should be his.
Rinne doesn't let go. Instead, he starts working at the knot of Takasugi's obi. His hands are quick. ]
but things are already unraveling, his whole body twitching in reaction. takasugi could shoot a hand down to interrupt him, but a noise buds in the back of his throat at a reality he thought would never come to be. his ears fan out, fangs grazing his lips as he keeps an eye on the fabric unfolding, bit by bit in that familiar rhythm he performs every morning. his pulse is so erratic, he can hear it frantic in his ears. his hands drift down to hover around rinne's waist, caught between wanting to hold on or push him away completely.
it's takasugi with the conflicted expression now, his voice close to cracking. that unperturbed demeanor of rinne's strikes him as cause for alarm, where it's always been easy to fluster him with some casual come-on before. for all that rinne's drawn him in close, and for all his body said that it wants this, that love he spoke of shouldn’t feel like an obligation. )
Yes, but... that doesn't mean—
( the beads rinne spilled have dried on the back of his neck, but they're still there. he hisses, quieter in the stall than he's been this entire time. )
Back then, I may have joked about it... but you're anything but my whore. You know that, right?
[ After everything that transpired that night at that bar, there's no doubt about Takasugi's character in Rinne's mind. Rinne's character, on the other hand... The trials endured by someone so frail ignite an anger in his eyes. But with no one to blame but himself, all that's left are these embers in his core kindled by Takasugi's flat ears, frantic heart, and trembling frame. He didn't think he would ever see his hero this close to folding. It reminds him of late afternoons, when a bruised Hiiro would often lie to his face, and Rinne would lift the robes to check what was ailing him...
Rinne draws out another deep sigh, his breath warming Takasugi's chest. This isn't the time for shame. Before the man is crushed by the weight of this desire, Rinne should show him exactly how he feels.
Gliding over the juban, Rinne's hand finds the hard heat between Takasugi's legs. He cups him tight. ]
I'm sayin' someone else could've taken care of this. You wanna tell me why?
( the free hand finds him, and takasugi wavers mentally again in his grasp.
it's enough to send a shiver all the way down to his toes, and remind him of his original intentions despite the worry. that at his core, he knows there's nothing better than the warm pleasure coursing through him, and that maybe tasting rinne that first time had been the catalyst of it all. he just didn't expect it to go this way, or go at all, really. he ought to be the one tearing the seams apart, feeling the heat surging in his gut as he enjoys this twist of events nonetheless.
he should be putting on a show, the one teaching what all these sensations really meant. not the one looking deprived, for all he craves the connection. the one whose seams are being plucked apart, the threads of his person coming out his chest with every touch. but around rinne, he tends to forget himself, doesn't he?
the him that should take the lead in style, and the him that should walk alone. )
It's, just.
( he says it low and smooth, but they're so close that it hardly matters. they're so close that there's no reason to look away. )
How could I do something this intimate with someone else, when I'm already so crazy for this touch?
( he shifts slightly on his feet, resting his red-tipped hands on rinne's waist to press into the muscle and find some self-control. which, it's not really helping. how is he this worked up? well. aside from the very obvious reasons why. he means to say something else, but his breath shakes in his lungs. )
Edited (hold up amagi-kun don't get the wrong idea) Date: 2025-07-04 07:03 pm (UTC)
[The way Takasugi needs it. The way Rinne would have done it.
He slips past the undergarment to take the hot length of Takasugi into his palm. Is this how another man should feel? Rinne wouldn't know. Takasugi has probably had better. But if he would throw himself into Rinne’s life with such force and fervor, then maybe that shouldn’t matter. He should focus. He leans in, his temple resting against Takasugi’s as his hand maps the solid shape of him, committing every edge and texture to memory, from root to tip.]
You were like this in that cell, too.
[A memory tugs his lips into a smile. He shouldn’t be so affected by something so natural, but affection is so rare to come by, especially when it looks so painfully familiar. Being with him like this, it feels as if Rinne can become someone he's always wanted to be.]
You put up with so much for me, huh? You want me to look up to you, to rely on you… [An amused huff.] You’re so cute.
[He gets to work. Rinne starts off slow, fingers skimming over skin as if he’s testing a chord, waiting for the right sound in Takasugi’s throat.
If Takasugi notices how hard he is, too—well, this isn’t about that.]
( takasugi almost freezes again, dismayed at the way his abdomen jumps over the compliment, the way he throbs in rinne's palm. for a hot and horrifying moment, he thinks he might even lose himself right there. but there's no reason for him to be that simple in the face of rinne exploring his full length. is it the bond that paints them from their souls that's made him so much clumsier recently, or is it—
he teases his lip with a fang, and then puffs out a small laugh, mouth almost catching on the material rinne's wearing for how he leans in in turn. )
Cute? Hahah... At least call me cool.
( the technique is a bit awkward, but the pressure is new. maybe it's the angle, or simply the fact that he's so used to his own hand, but he can't say it's a bad thing when it's rinne's hold and tentative start that's making his thoughts so syrupy slow in comparison to his heartbeat. the effort is worth it. anything they've done in this small space, the tip-tap of shoes in another row beyond them becoming so distant to takasugi right now, is worth it. he can't see his hand anymore, but just feeling every slow tug sets his nerves alight.
he refuses to spill over so quickly, though, the fingertips holding tight to rinne's sides holding tighter.
and then, something just above a muted gasp escapes him. something he does his best to calm in rinne's shoulder. it isn't manly to make a sound like that. it isn't entirely right to give in so freely, either. but what can he do, when his composure is fracturing little by little in the presence and hands of someone he knows, for sure now, is dear? )
Ah—
( an unwitting plea that doesn't sound like him. he breathes hot air. )
That's, ah... good. You're doing fine. Always, so capable... Amagi-kun. But could you maybe, ... a little faster?
[Rinne’s face warms at the new sound, and his lip quivers at the words that kill whatever gave him the notion that this might be less than a footnote in their history. Takasugi always knows what to say before Rinne even asks for it. Praise. Reassurance. Requests that he is only too eager to fulfill. Rinne shifts his hold and speeds up, claws digging into Takasugi's shoulder as he crowds against him, hip to hip, to admire his work as it shudders beautifully in his hand.
His answer is barely above a whisper:]
Sure. Anything you want. Since you're so good to me.
[Then he stops, his grip a tight ring just below the head.]
Or you would be, but you keep showing off this body of yours, and frankly, I'm starting to think it's on purpose.
[The occupant in the next stall has long since left them. All they can hear now is their breaths, the rustle of fabric, and the undeniable beat beneath their ribs.]
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Date: 2025-06-30 06:12 pm (UTC)Takasugi's amazing. A monarch like Rinne was never supposed to reveal the depths of his emotions. One word should be enough. Actions should speak for themselves. It's his first time meeting a man who can express his love this freely. The men from his country aren't always like that, but Takasugi tends to be an outlier. Is it because Rinne told him his feelings first? Oh, no. That was Rinne's first mistake — he spoiled Takasugi far too much. But when Takasugi holds onto his hand so firmly, Rinne can't even be sorry for it. Whatever Rinne puts in, Takasugi returns tenfold. That's all he's ever dreamed of.
That's something only his heroes are capable of.
The atrocities Takasugi has committed might be true, but Rinne doesn't care. Rinne looks away, but the touch of his hand on Takasugi's arm remains warm and fond.]
Because it's lonely. Carrying all those feelings for someone you still want to see... If the stars aligned for us to meet, then who else is gonna get it but me?
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Date: 2025-07-01 02:57 am (UTC)it's a cut-open sort of devotion as he caresses rinne's palm, shaped by the want to give and give until he gives out. mel wonders if this connection is manipulative, but takasugi clings to it like he might die without it, where there's no denying the obvious anymore—that he's a lonesome soul. some people can outgrow others, and be more careful about where they plant their roots, but takasugi planted his ages ago. every time he comes to life, they're a part of him, and every time he tries to excise the part of him that hurts. only it's not so easy when that hurt is who you are.
but rinne says it out-loud for him. challenges him when he runs away. if only shouin-sensei were here to see it, that light in his eyes, like a student from the academy. rinne, who is often kinder than the cruelest thing that's ever been done to him.
it's times like these, when they come head-to-head, that takasugi feels a twisted want to take rinne's clumsy heart for his own. to reach beneath the clothing, and all the ugly words and shame, and love him like a soft breeze. but the weight of that, too, would change too much. takasugi already knows what's left of their boundaries, and so he slowly releases their hold, still coming down from the rush of adrenaline, it beating like a slow drum in his chest.
takasugi's careful, softly pushing rinne's hands away so he can finally grab the hanger that's been hanging on the wall, waiting for them to wrap things up. )
Then don't say you deserve it. Say something more poetic, like it's too late to turn me out, and we're bound by the frankness of our souls or something to share in the pain. Then I wouldn't mind saddling you with more of my baggage. After all, I'm supposed to be thinking about you forever, aren't I? And I'm not as lonely as I could be. Mmh. Not when...
( not when i have you, he wants to say. but that's too much. he won't embarrass himself. )
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Date: 2025-07-01 03:12 am (UTC)with the long sleeves of his kimono hanging limply at his sides, takasugi patiently works each lean arm into the folds of the sheepskin jacket, stretching until his hands pop effortlessly out of the cuffs. then he adjusts the needed distraction, pulling tight at the frayed edges of the fabric to make sure it's secure.
hmm. he tucks an arm in, holding it up to inspect. shakes it a little. yep, it's on proper. )
Well? Do I look like the spitting image of a biker about to perform an iconic motorcycle slide?
( the patches of fur from his half-shifting itch at the collar, a reminder that he needs to improve his control. )
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Date: 2025-07-01 04:35 pm (UTC)You know Akira but not Alice in Wonderland?
[No judgement, though. Rinne’s been there. He's only pleased that he has an excuse to fix Takasugi's collar. He straightens it with a tug and a soft smile, his gaze lingering on the fur that had nearly taken over his favorite view before it falls to the straps keeping Takasugi’s decency together. Rinne used to do checks like this for Hiiro before he left for his training, then Niki before he went to school or on stage. Like them, Takasugi also trails off in a manner all too familiar, and Rinne just has to wonder exactly what makes others act this way around him. Frustrating, yet so terribly endearing.
Could Takasugi become an enduring fixture in his life, too? The jacket hides his lean limbs well, and Rinne almost forgets the grim future that awaits him. He wants to change it. Old habits resurface. Seeking the soft curls he hasn’t felt in ages, Rinne caresses the nape of Takasugi’s neck. It’s unbecoming of a monarch to encourage behavior so inappropriate, but it has always been Rinne’s nature to lure prey right into his maw.]
Yeah. Lookin' good, Prez. Makes me wanna join your biker gang! Or the Kiheitai, if you’re still recruiting. I don’t wanna go on hiatus, though…
[ He attempts the same soothing gesture that night, at that bar, the patches of fur a strange texture on his fingertips. ]
You’re lucky you stopped it. Coulda torn your kimono all up. Where would you even get a new one?
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Date: 2025-07-01 11:34 pm (UTC)but it's rinne's genuine laughter and the echo of that touch through his hair that make him feel what he shouldn't. does rinne know he's making it worse for him with how soft it is? probably. definitely. touching someone like this makes your intentions known, after all. takasugi swallows, hoping the growing heat on his furred neck isn't noticeable, as if he can help it. the more things happen, the more it seems like it doesn't take much to get him excited, and embracing one's base desires is surely more enticing thanks to his natural soul—chasing what flees him, lapping up blood like it's nectar.
still, it's tender. takasugi wonders idly, this time without drink, if it's meant just for him.
and thinks, twisted on the inside, about how much he'd really enjoy that. )
I wouldn't, probably. Which means I'd better get this under control before I end up nude in the middle of a street somewhere. I had to get some adjustments to it previously, but I'm a little too attached to change my look entirely. It's iconic, right?
( he says, like that's no problem at all. there's a pink flush to his cheeks as he freely relishes in the attention, doing a little double-handed peace sign. )
But, speaking of the Kiheitai. Maybe we should have a catch-phrase in a similar fashion to the chant I came up with beforehand. You know, a three-part phrase. Something like, "fleeing with your kill, they're still on your trail... yada-yada... 3kon." ( a beat. ) It's a work-in-progress. At any rate, I don't think this is the look. Let's try something else on. Something flashier.
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Date: 2025-07-02 03:11 pm (UTC)Why is Takasugi being so adorable all of a sudden, anyway? This guy... ]
Nothing in this shop's as cool as your legendary getup, but we'll find something.
[ In a bit, though. It's cute that Takasugi's actually taking this idol business seriously. Maybe he's just putting in the things he likes the way Niki tends to do, but at least he's thinking about it. Good, good. He and Niki should both know the joy of what Rinne loves the most.
Which is why Rinne takes those peace signs into his hands and hums as he considers Takasugi's suggestion. He sways Takasugi's hands gently side to side. ]
"Hot on your trail, you'll weep and wail, gods will prevail, 3kon."
[ A beat. ]
You don't gotta use that. I'm just spitballing. The divine right of kings ain't something I got here, but the concept of an idol's pretty close to a god when you think about it...
[ Hmm. But something about this idea doesn't sit well with him. ]
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Date: 2025-07-02 03:18 pm (UTC)But people can't resist playing with foxes, can they? Even when they're gods.
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Date: 2025-07-03 03:58 am (UTC)( especially when it's right there in front of you.
he draws out his words slowly. carefully. there's no helping the saccharine invitation on his tongue anymore at this point, but he can, at least, try to remain himself in the face of rinne's smile.
there's a time to put on pressure, and a time to retreat, and takasugi reflects on what it means to be an idol. close to a god, he says? maybe, as a form of worship. he's encountered the divine and even attempted to recreate them in their magnificence under his control, and their indifference is both a harsh reality and a source of their power. but rinne mentioned that idols bring happiness. at its core, it's a deal more forgiving. )
I can't say it doesn't sound interesting when you put it that way. Maybe that's exactly what this humanity needs right now—something akin to a god, to ease their worries and illuminate their senses. Only better, in that we won't have to go silent without prayer. It doesn't need to be the same. We'll make our own way.
( last time, it ended in abysmal failure.
he lets his hands hang in rinne's, expression distracted, thumbs gently tracing the surface of rinne's hands. )
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Date: 2025-07-03 04:12 am (UTC)On that note, I'm excited to see you shine on a bigger stage. And for what comes next, of course.
( claws graze lightly at the skin of rinne's arm as takasugi lazily brushes past his wrist and onward, lingering purposefully near his elbow.
he pinches the muscle softly for his pulse, and maybe that'll spurn him into action. there's only so long takasugi can stay in this limited space where their bodies might meet, even if he's being a good boy, as rinne put it. )
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Date: 2025-07-03 05:33 am (UTC)[Rinne had always hated the beliefs of his village, but he's not much better, is he? Rinne furrows his brows as he struggles. His face glows red-hot. Their teachings and customs are so ingrained in his very being that going against them feels like a sin. A god that would mingle with and sing for the masses... The elders never would have allowed it. But again, Takasugi listens. Again, he's not just willing to break the rules, but change them entirely. His chest starts to hurt once more, and the more Rinne listens to this strange ache, he discovers how his heart has been skipping beats. It has been skipping beats for a long, long while.
Rinne opens his mouth to say something about taking on his burdens—another thing a god would do—but Takasugi's touch draws circles on his skin, lines up his arm, and when he pinches the tender spot there, Rinne gasps. Whatever Rinne had meant to ask about Takasugi's clothes catches in his throat and melts in the space between them. It's not that he hasn't gotten this sort of attention. He's usually much better at stopping it. But Takasugi said he was Rinne's, and back in that damned village, he was only ever allowed to own but one certain thing.
One certain person.]
Mm. Me too.
[But he says it so quietly, he hopes that Takasugi won't hear it. He will, though.]
... Does it have to hurt?
[What Takasugi said about piercings is still on Rinne's mind. He doesn't agree, not entirely. Takasugi goes through enough on his own. Besides, how would they even do it? He takes one tentative step forward, then another. Then, he takes the leather jacket off before finding Takasugi's narrow waist and meeting the jut of Takasugi's hips with his. The shape there is solid, certain and hot.]
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Date: 2025-07-03 01:57 pm (UTC)( but the smile tugging mischievously on his lips stops once they're flush together, the swell of rinne's chest pressing against him. and the swell of something else.
the steady beat of his heart grows faster. he can change positions, and quit playing, but rinne's body is honest. takasugi doesn't have to guess what it means, his own excitement starting to pulse to life in response beneath his skin. he tries to think on the question being asked, but the thoughts are hazy, starting to melt together with the clear realization that rinne is burning in all his immaturity for this, and he doesn't mind it in the least. saliva catches in his throat, suddenly dry, that pulse point beneath his fingers all but forgotten.
still. does what hurt? their push-and-pull? the way their imprint wrenches feelings hidden to the surface? maybe something related to the group? or even...
that? but, that doesn't have to hurt. not at all.
takasugi stalls, feeling the heated impression on him freely, and honestly, it's bigger than he thought it would be. he tries to say something shameless, but he can't string it together when all his cool ideas are being wedged out of the way by shameless desire. he draws that hand on rinne's elbow down, clutching at his wider hips with both hands to draw him in even closer. to squeeze them flat against each other and feel the heat of their arousal connecting through the fabric. to rock his shoulders in against rinne's own, still bare without a jacket to cover them.
there's a sound of someone rustling the fabric in a nearby stall, but that doesn't matter. if anything, the danger only rouses him further as stares down, hovering his fingertips dangerously close to the crease of rinne's length. )
... Weren't we going to share in our pain, Amagi-kun? Mmh. It doesn't have to. But to let go, you first need to push yourself to the edge.
( he totally thinks rinne's talking about something else. but it's fine. )
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Date: 2025-07-03 04:46 pm (UTC)In the quiet space between them, he can hear his heart pounding in his ears. Keeping it steady was easier before he knew the weight of what they were doing and what Takasugi wanted to put in his hands. It's strange, though. Takasugi would neither hide nor keep himself away from whatever he desired. He would never keep Rinne blind to anything Rinne needed to know. The emptiness Rinne is feeling, then, isn't a lack of affection.
It's something more dreadfully familiar. ]
... Is that what you're into?
[ It's an attempt at a joke, but the moment it leaves Rinne's lips, it doesn't sound that funny. He can't lie. He wants to know. He wants to be closer. Above all else, he wants to be gentle. ]
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Date: 2025-07-03 05:20 pm (UTC)Sharing in their pain, was it? Then they should share in their pleasure, too. Rinne's fingers skim the man's slender waist, ghosting up the muscles tight across his stomach, his chest. He's wrestled with Hiiro and Niki enough to know where men are weak. ]
That what happens when you shift 'til your clothes rip?
[ Like a fox on a hare, Rinne strikes.
He traps him with the pressure on his hips, enough to crush him until a sweeter feeling ignites between their thighs. Claws dig into the fabric taut across Takasugi's back to keep him there. Their bangs brush against each other like flame touching flame as Rinne watches his broad chest push against Takasugi's with each heavy breath. No room for escape, no moment of hesitation. It's an unfair trick. It's nothing he should do to a hero. The other soul inside him revels so much in this shamelessness, Rinne has to laugh. But at least Rinne has Takasugi this close. ]
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Date: 2025-07-03 06:11 pm (UTC)( he almost stumbles on his feet, rooted in place with hands that have tried to rip him raw as much as they've offered support. hands with sharp edges that he's held time and again thus far, to ease and to invite. rinne gathers to him and goes looking for answers, and it gets worse. this obsession of his is getting terrifyingly worse, like every touch is fingertips against his soulplace.
will he remember the way rinne breathes into him past this world? will he remember what compels him, what brings them closer?
it's his turn to try and stifle a noise in the back of his throat. an unbecoming little groan as he tucks in his chin. the pressure rises, and the delight with it, and it's unnerving how badly he want to shove him off, to squirm free and tend to himself. but it's just as enticing to stay caught in rinne's web, face hot with the frustration of this obvious denial. )
... I suppose, it's something like that. Not that I'm keen to admit it. Should I confess that I'm struggling to keep it down, with... how intensely we experience all these new sensations lately? Someone offered to put me out of my misery recently, funny enough, not too long before that night at the bar. I get overwhelmed, especially when it comes to things that really catch my interest. The way I feel about this world. The way I feel about Shouin-sensei. And—
( he digs his claws into the fabric of rinne's back, scratching. marking. )
The way I feel about you.
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Date: 2025-07-03 07:29 pm (UTC)The people he loves are all like that. ]
You've been suffering... because of me?
[ Rinne's body is rigid as it wars with his mind, heat blooming in all the right places as it screams wrong, wrong, wrong. Wherever Rinne goes, this is all his love will ever bring. This is why he felt that way in the forest. This is why he should have kept his distance. He should shove Takasugi out, say something hateful, and slam the door before he can follow. But he can't leave Takasugi here. Not when he can't be understood by anyone else. ]
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Date: 2025-07-03 07:37 pm (UTC)... I get it. It's my fault, right? [ It has to be. It always is. ] When you said you were mine, I just thought—
[ It was a brief, bothersome thought, brought on by some past lesson his tutors etched into his being. Nothing important. Nothing he ever wanted to remember. He didn't want to think of Takasugi that way.
But a samurai was a warrior too.
Although Rinne hated oaths like that, Takasugi's devotion felt so familiar—better than familiar—and Rinne missed that so much, he...
He shuts his eyes tight and tries to shake the shame off his mind. ]
Sorry. I wasn't thinking about your feelings.
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Date: 2025-07-04 02:09 pm (UTC)is he really getting that predictable? it's an unsettling thought, especially with the way rinne's eyes fix on him before closing. )
Suffering? ... The only suffering I'm experiencing is the discomfort between my legs right now. All the rest I mentioned, I can—
( he can feel the blood under nails that mostly scar. the quivering desire below.
but it's the way rinne's words show him kindness in this moment that make him want to step back, so he gives that broad back a commanding pat. )
Handle that on my own, just like I always have, even if fate ties us together. In fact, it's only necessary going forward that I get it together. You're not responsible for me getting in over my head. And you don't need to be so gentle with me in this regard, actually. Rather. Let me go, Amagi-kun.
( maybe he's the one misunderstanding something. hadn't he made himself perfectly clear up until this point? his brow furrows, this vulnerability almost nostalgic. )
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Date: 2025-07-04 03:12 pm (UTC)You think I'm gonna listen to you?
[ Takasugi wants to be with him. Takasugi wants to be alone. It's a contradiction Rinne is growing tired of. They are two different people, each with their own separate paths, but when what Rinne wants tries to slip out of his grasp, the words of that girl could not be truer. Rinne can't wait for people to be kind to him forever. The first move should be his.
Rinne doesn't let go. Instead, he starts working at the knot of Takasugi's obi. His hands are quick. ]
I thought you liked brothels.
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Date: 2025-07-04 04:03 pm (UTC)( serious. can he?
but things are already unraveling, his whole body twitching in reaction. takasugi could shoot a hand down to interrupt him, but a noise buds in the back of his throat at a reality he thought would never come to be. his ears fan out, fangs grazing his lips as he keeps an eye on the fabric unfolding, bit by bit in that familiar rhythm he performs every morning. his pulse is so erratic, he can hear it frantic in his ears. his hands drift down to hover around rinne's waist, caught between wanting to hold on or push him away completely.
it's takasugi with the conflicted expression now, his voice close to cracking. that unperturbed demeanor of rinne's strikes him as cause for alarm, where it's always been easy to fluster him with some casual come-on before. for all that rinne's drawn him in close, and for all his body said that it wants this, that love he spoke of shouldn’t feel like an obligation. )
Yes, but... that doesn't mean—
( the beads rinne spilled have dried on the back of his neck, but they're still there. he hisses, quieter in the stall than he's been this entire time. )
Back then, I may have joked about it... but you're anything but my whore. You know that, right?
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Date: 2025-07-04 05:22 pm (UTC)[ After everything that transpired that night at that bar, there's no doubt about Takasugi's character in Rinne's mind. Rinne's character, on the other hand... The trials endured by someone so frail ignite an anger in his eyes. But with no one to blame but himself, all that's left are these embers in his core kindled by Takasugi's flat ears, frantic heart, and trembling frame. He didn't think he would ever see his hero this close to folding. It reminds him of late afternoons, when a bruised Hiiro would often lie to his face, and Rinne would lift the robes to check what was ailing him...
Rinne draws out another deep sigh, his breath warming Takasugi's chest. This isn't the time for shame. Before the man is crushed by the weight of this desire, Rinne should show him exactly how he feels.
Gliding over the juban, Rinne's hand finds the hard heat between Takasugi's legs. He cups him tight. ]
I'm sayin' someone else could've taken care of this. You wanna tell me why?
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Date: 2025-07-04 06:54 pm (UTC)it's enough to send a shiver all the way down to his toes, and remind him of his original intentions despite the worry. that at his core, he knows there's nothing better than the warm pleasure coursing through him, and that maybe tasting rinne that first time had been the catalyst of it all. he just didn't expect it to go this way, or go at all, really. he ought to be the one tearing the seams apart, feeling the heat surging in his gut as he enjoys this twist of events nonetheless.
he should be putting on a show, the one teaching what all these sensations really meant. not the one looking deprived, for all he craves the connection. the one whose seams are being plucked apart, the threads of his person coming out his chest with every touch. but around rinne, he tends to forget himself, doesn't he?
the him that should take the lead in style, and the him that should walk alone. )
It's, just.
( he says it low and smooth, but they're so close that it hardly matters. they're so close that there's no reason to look away. )
How could I do something this intimate with someone else, when I'm already so crazy for this touch?
( he shifts slightly on his feet, resting his red-tipped hands on rinne's waist to press into the muscle and find some self-control. which, it's not really helping. how is he this worked up? well. aside from the very obvious reasons why. he means to say something else, but his breath shakes in his lungs. )
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Date: 2025-07-05 04:45 am (UTC)Then let me handle it.
[The way Takasugi needs it. The way Rinne would have done it.
He slips past the undergarment to take the hot length of Takasugi into his palm. Is this how another man should feel? Rinne wouldn't know. Takasugi has probably had better. But if he would throw himself into Rinne’s life with such force and fervor, then maybe that shouldn’t matter. He should focus. He leans in, his temple resting against Takasugi’s as his hand maps the solid shape of him, committing every edge and texture to memory, from root to tip.]
You were like this in that cell, too.
[A memory tugs his lips into a smile. He shouldn’t be so affected by something so natural, but affection is so rare to come by, especially when it looks so painfully familiar. Being with him like this, it feels as if Rinne can become someone he's always wanted to be.]
You put up with so much for me, huh? You want me to look up to you, to rely on you… [An amused huff.] You’re so cute.
[He gets to work. Rinne starts off slow, fingers skimming over skin as if he’s testing a chord, waiting for the right sound in Takasugi’s throat.
If Takasugi notices how hard he is, too—well, this isn’t about that.]
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Date: 2025-07-05 08:50 am (UTC)he teases his lip with a fang, and then puffs out a small laugh, mouth almost catching on the material rinne's wearing for how he leans in in turn. )
Cute? Hahah... At least call me cool.
( the technique is a bit awkward, but the pressure is new. maybe it's the angle, or simply the fact that he's so used to his own hand, but he can't say it's a bad thing when it's rinne's hold and tentative start that's making his thoughts so syrupy slow in comparison to his heartbeat. the effort is worth it. anything they've done in this small space, the tip-tap of shoes in another row beyond them becoming so distant to takasugi right now, is worth it. he can't see his hand anymore, but just feeling every slow tug sets his nerves alight.
he refuses to spill over so quickly, though, the fingertips holding tight to rinne's sides holding tighter.
and then, something just above a muted gasp escapes him. something he does his best to calm in rinne's shoulder. it isn't manly to make a sound like that. it isn't entirely right to give in so freely, either. but what can he do, when his composure is fracturing little by little in the presence and hands of someone he knows, for sure now, is dear? )
Ah—
( an unwitting plea that doesn't sound like him. he breathes hot air. )
That's, ah... good. You're doing fine. Always, so capable... Amagi-kun. But could you maybe, ... a little faster?
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Date: 2025-07-05 05:42 pm (UTC)His answer is barely above a whisper:]
Sure. Anything you want. Since you're so good to me.
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Date: 2025-07-05 06:01 pm (UTC)Or you would be, but you keep showing off this body of yours, and frankly, I'm starting to think it's on purpose.
[The occupant in the next stall has long since left them. All they can hear now is their breaths, the rustle of fabric, and the undeniable beat beneath their ribs.]
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