It doesn't bother me. A kiss is meaningless. I'm not interested in playing into this world's whims if we don't have to.
[Whatever. Hug him. He's like - got his palms out? Arms slightly away from his sides, like he's wearing an incredibly puffy coat and can't rest them down fully against it.
[ You just called it a drastic messure, but whatever, Akechi!
Kazuya will step forward, give Akechi an incredibly cordial hug, wait for him to respond to it. Come here little guy...! Enjoy the fact that Kazuya is nice and warm, like a living space heater... ]
[Well, unlike Akechi, Kazuya's hugs are actually pretty decent, and there is, in fact, a lot of affection in it. Still, the mistletoe remains. The awful feeling at the base of his skull remains, and Akechi is-
Funny, actually.
Like he had no clue that someone that hugged like an extremely perturbed boulder had no experience in kissing.]
If it makes you feel any better, I don't exactly have much experience in the way of kissing other people either.
[He wraps his arms a little tighter around him, because his expression is hilarious, and Kazuya can practically taste the disdain coming off of him, and he can't help but want to make it a little worse. As a treat.]
He doesn't want to be shown up by Kazuya. Doesn't want to do this. Does know how to kiss - wonders how to go about it. A quick peck, maybe longer? Should he plan for longer?
This is horrible. Horrible.
Kazuya's grip remains solid. Akechi's is less so. Every second here grates his nerves, so-]
I'll let you lead the way - by all means, get on with it.
[Oh. Does he sound amused? He's trying very, very hard not to be. It's not his fault someone smells tasty??? Not exactly ideal when you have to kiss someone. However, that is, unfortunately, the lot in both of their lives right now.
Anyway! Kazuya isn't going to leave that much time between his words and pressing his lips against Akechi's and not leave any room for a retort, or at least muffle what might come.
[It does muffle an 'I don't care' about to fall through grit teeth. He doesn't care. It's only Kazuya, it's only a second, but something about that remark tilts him. How could he know.
Akechi isn't enthusiastic about it. Concentrates more on his own dry lips than the kiss itself - tilts his head only for comfort, and nothing else. Waits for the tell tale pop of this trap dissipating.
Opens his eyes to see Kazuya, calm as ever. Relaxed as ever. A recent loss to him still at the fringes of his memory and-
Kazuya gets no warning. The kiss goes on a second too long for his liking, so he bites down hard against Kazuya's bottom lip. Copper balms his lips as he pulls away from the king.]
[ Akechi thinks he gives no tell that the bite is coming. Rather, Kazuya just doesn't think it's going to be a bite. He expects something like a punch, a stomp on his food when he can smell Akechi's temper start to flare. So the bite is a surprise, but not in the way Kazuya expects.
He jolts a little, because pain is still pain, and it hurts to have his lip bitten so violently, but it also doesn't last long either.
Neither does the blood or the mark. Instead, dark blood slowly turns to an inky, misty vapour, and dissipates slowly. The would knits itself back together right before Akechi's eyes.
There's a weird warmth the blooms in his gut, something he'll dissect later. It's too fleeting to think about now. Instead, he keeps a far too friendly hold on the other, preventing him from truly putting any distance between them, and tilts his head upwards.
The bubble remains.
It's more annoying than the bite. ]
It's alright.
[ It's not. Something tugs at the edge of his mind, but he smiles friendly all the same. ]
I think you might need to return it instead of bite me, though.
[A thin stream of vapor forms from the wound and dissipates above them. Akechi has a vague recollection of this occurring in the throes of their fight.
It's irritating. Nothing seems to phase this asshole and the bubble remains impenetrable as ever. Akechi places a hand under Kazuya's chin, moving his head side to side to study the non-existent wound.
Ridiculous.
He keeps his hand there, fingers tight to control any movement. They're making this quick. Another attempt made when he presses his lips to Kazuya's own, touch featherlight to see if a brush is enough. A glance upwards proving its not. A little more pressure, a bit more feigned enthusiasm for it. An urge to bite down again resisted. A desire to stab him, ignored.
[He lets Akechi manhandle him like this. It's funny. How can he not? The more he inspects him, the angrier he seems to get, the more potent the scent of magnetite is coming off of him.
Akechi kisses him, light at first. A nothing gesture, lacking any real weight or susbstance until it's clear that it doesn't pop the bubble and then he tries. This time? It's Kazuya's turn to bite. A quick thing, more of a nip than what Akechi had done to him, but the purpose is more distraction than to really injure him.
With it, he takes a bite out of his anger as well. Doesn't take nearly as much as he did last time, leaves him with a little something, though distant.
It's not his fault Akechi is hilarious, and makes for a great snack.]
Sorry, kind of twitched there. Might have been the mistletoe, I'm not really fond of it. [He excuses as he breaks away.
[The nip sends him over the edge, and then it doesn't.
Ire wears off the second it flares. It's bizarre. Unnerving. He forces himself to be angry anyway because Kazuya doesn't have the right to do that.]
Is that so? Then you should be working harder to leave if it bothers you. You're the reason it hasn't popped by now.
[He doesn't know or care why mistletoe bothers him. It's a weird weakness. Might be a lie. It's noted regardless as he brushes a finger over his own lip to make sure there isn't an injury. Sore - no blood.]
We're making the next one count - do you understand? I'm not staying in here a moment longer.
[He's the reason? Akechi really is funnier than he thought, and now with his anger having been consumed and invigorating him, Kazuya just laughs at his accusations. Smiles pleasantly.]
I'll have to do better then.
[He wonders, for a moment, if he should let Jezebel guide his actions next. He doesn't particularly like any of the demons having a say over what he does, but he can weigh the potential amusement he might get from doing it and-
A hand braces the back of Akechi's neck, and Kazuya leans in, ghosts his lips against the others briefly for a moment before pressing them much more firmly against them. Jezebel knows how to kiss. Kazuya Minegishi does not. Not enough, anyway.]
A hand braces his neck, Akechi mimics the act as a warning disguised as affection. With fingers digging into Kazuya's throat the longer the kiss goes on. He moves to speak, ends up letting out an exhale against Kazuya's lips instead. Thinks to say something else and-
POP
It's over.
Akechi doesn't rip himself free - it would look too pathetic. All he does is lean back, hand still around Kazuya's windpipe.]
[Somehow, he doesn't have any trouble speaking, despite the fingers digging uncomfortably into his neck. His own turns light on the back of Akechi's neck. If he wants to pull free, he certainly can, but right now it's like there's a game of chicken going on, and he's not going to be the one to loose.
So instead, he grins.]
You're better at it than you give yourself credit for, you know.
[He's teasing, an attempt to rile him up a little more, to see what buttons he might be able to press just because he can. Then again, it's not really a secret that he likes to see reactions that people might make in response to certain stimuli.]
[Kazuya remains. So does Akechi. A hand loosens around his own neck, but Akechi keeps his steady - coiled tight and digging in.
It looks intimate enough at a passing glance - caressing a neck is common among sentimental idiots. Akechi makes sure to feign it by rubbing his thumb against Kazuya's neck if a rando's gaze lingers too long. See? It's loving or whatever.]
That's quite the compliment - I suppose anyone would learn under these circumstances. We're all being forced to 'practice' tonight, so to speak.
[Loving indeed, and if not for the fact that he heals insanely quickly, there'd surely be some bruises in the shape of Akechi's fingers later. Thankfully, that's an impossibility, and all that will remain is a faint red mark that'll disappear not too long after he finally lets go.
Kazuya mimics the motion though, thumb brushing tenderly at the nape of the others neck should eyes linger too long.]
Maybe so. It just feels like you caught on exceptionally quickly considering you said you had no experience. I'm impressed.
The way his shoulders tense - he can do touches like that. Kazuya can't. Akechi's in control of the image conveyed here, even if they're both playing pretend. Kazuya's deviating from that system with a bizarre, unspoken challenge in every slight touch.]
I've always been adaptable in any situation. I suppose I could say the same to you. To think - all it took was you setting your mind to the matter, and the bubble popped in an instant.
[Hi. Hello. He's so mad. Akechi rests a hand against Kazuya's hip, gripping that lanky little king's bone with bruising force. LET GO.]
You did strike me as that type, so maybe I shouldn't be so surprised.
[Is that grip on his hip supposed to hurt? It doesn't. Or, it does, but it's easily ignored. Inconsequential in comparison to the rising anger. There's more important things here, for him.
Kazuya's grin simply widens, not put off or perturbed in the slightest despite the hand digging into his neck and hip. His thumb rubs a small circle. Intimate. Intense. Kazuya leans in, just a slight smidgen.]
I think you're right though. I just needed a little help to get it together. Thanks for that.
[ Kazuya matches his gaze, smile unwavering, amusement clear and evident. More so when he switches to an act to sell it all, and when he says the last little bit, Kazuya's gaze sharpens, turns more predatory.
Akechi is right where he wants him, and this is the perfect opportunity, isn't it? ]
I'm not too sure. I think I quite enjoy spending time with you. You're quite interesting, and I wouldn't hate to know more about you.
[ He pauses, lets his words hang for a moment. Challenging, and then- ]
But I guess I shouldn't be selfish. I'm sure you have other things to do than spend time with me, so I'll let you go.
[ A brief flicker of red colours where normal placid blue usually is in his irises, and like a viper, he leans in, bites as he kisses Akechi once more, takes the taste of sweet copper along with the much more invigorating sensation of his anger and rage.
He'll be fine in like, ten minutes, but Kazuya pulls away just as fast and lets go immediately, licks the blood from his lips and raises his hand to say his goodbyes, assuming he's at least startled the prince into letting go of him. ]
[Akechi has little time to acknowledge the shift in eye color before his own mouth begins to sting, Kazuya's lips tinted in glossy red.
Did this little fucker bite him again and-
Why isn't he angry about it?
There's a not so insignificant part of Akechi that longs for pain in the midst of battle - doled out to others to invigorate him. He isn't unhappy to be hurt in the process, even if it's annoying. It means the other party is strong.
But this is different.
He doesn't know how to deal with it. This. Whatever the fuck is happening and why he isn't ready to wring this guy's neck. It's bizarre. Consumes him, for the briefest minute, as he pushes the back of his hand to his mouth.]
We will. I'm done playing games with you, but as a word of advice - don't do that. You're not animal.
[Akechi hasn't had a single alcoholic drink tonight, or so he thought. Wonders if he indulged by mistake and that's what's placating his mood now and-
Well, he's fucking leave. This is odd and he's getting a snack.]
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[Whatever. Hug him. He's like - got his palms out? Arms slightly away from his sides, like he's wearing an incredibly puffy coat and can't rest them down fully against it.
There's no coat. He's just awkward.]
Let's get it over with.
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Kazuya will step forward, give Akechi an incredibly cordial hug, wait for him to respond to it. Come here little guy...! Enjoy the fact that Kazuya is nice and warm, like a living space heater... ]
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Kazuya's warm though, so -
Second worst day of his life, right under signing his soul away for a lifetime indebted to a shadow government. Ah well.
Akechi returns the gesture with all the awkwardness one might think. It's like trying to hug a particularly shitty boulder.
The mistletoe remains. It doesn't work. He isn't surprised, but tightens his arms around Kazuya's torso anyway. Nothing happens, so-]
I suppose it was worth a try. [Should he keep??? Hugging him??? Kazuya's a living heater like Eren, so.
And less affection will make this last longer. So.]
While this may surprise you, I'm not used to kissing others. I find the idea-
[Horrible. <3]
Difficult to contend with.
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Funny, actually.
Like he had no clue that someone that hugged like an extremely perturbed boulder had no experience in kissing.]
If it makes you feel any better, I don't exactly have much experience in the way of kissing other people either.
[He wraps his arms a little tighter around him, because his expression is hilarious, and Kazuya can practically taste the disdain coming off of him, and he can't help but want to make it a little worse. As a treat.]
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Yeah, okay, no. No. Yeah, alright. No.
He doesn't want to be shown up by Kazuya. Doesn't want to do this. Does know how to kiss - wonders how to go about it. A quick peck, maybe longer? Should he plan for longer?
This is horrible. Horrible.
Kazuya's grip remains solid. Akechi's is less so. Every second here grates his nerves, so-]
I'll let you lead the way - by all means, get on with it.
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[Oh. Does he sound amused? He's trying very, very hard not to be. It's not his fault someone smells tasty??? Not exactly ideal when you have to kiss someone. However, that is, unfortunately, the lot in both of their lives right now.
Anyway! Kazuya isn't going to leave that much time between his words and pressing his lips against Akechi's and not leave any room for a retort, or at least muffle what might come.
Mwah.]
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Akechi isn't enthusiastic about it. Concentrates more on his own dry lips than the kiss itself - tilts his head only for comfort, and nothing else. Waits for the tell tale pop of this trap dissipating.
Opens his eyes to see Kazuya, calm as ever. Relaxed as ever. A recent loss to him still at the fringes of his memory and-
Kazuya gets no warning. The kiss goes on a second too long for his liking, so he bites down hard against Kazuya's bottom lip. Copper balms his lips as he pulls away from the king.]
My apologies - as I said, I don't do this often.
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He jolts a little, because pain is still pain, and it hurts to have his lip bitten so violently, but it also doesn't last long either.
Neither does the blood or the mark. Instead, dark blood slowly turns to an inky, misty vapour, and dissipates slowly. The would knits itself back together right before Akechi's eyes.
There's a weird warmth the blooms in his gut, something he'll dissect later. It's too fleeting to think about now. Instead, he keeps a far too friendly hold on the other, preventing him from truly putting any distance between them, and tilts his head upwards.
The bubble remains.
It's more annoying than the bite. ]
It's alright.
[ It's not. Something tugs at the edge of his mind, but he smiles friendly all the same. ]
I think you might need to return it instead of bite me, though.
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[A thin stream of vapor forms from the wound and dissipates above them. Akechi has a vague recollection of this occurring in the throes of their fight.
It's irritating. Nothing seems to phase this asshole and the bubble remains impenetrable as ever. Akechi places a hand under Kazuya's chin, moving his head side to side to study the non-existent wound.
Ridiculous.
He keeps his hand there, fingers tight to control any movement. They're making this quick. Another attempt made when he presses his lips to Kazuya's own, touch featherlight to see if a brush is enough. A glance upwards proving its not. A little more pressure, a bit more feigned enthusiasm for it. An urge to bite down again resisted. A desire to stab him, ignored.
Come on, you naughty bubble.]
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Akechi kisses him, light at first. A nothing gesture, lacking any real weight or susbstance until it's clear that it doesn't pop the bubble and then he tries. This time? It's Kazuya's turn to bite. A quick thing, more of a nip than what Akechi had done to him, but the purpose is more distraction than to really injure him.
With it, he takes a bite out of his anger as well. Doesn't take nearly as much as he did last time, leaves him with a little something, though distant.
It's not his fault Akechi is hilarious, and makes for a great snack.]
Sorry, kind of twitched there. Might have been the mistletoe, I'm not really fond of it. [He excuses as he breaks away.
The bubble remains. ♥]
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Ire wears off the second it flares. It's bizarre. Unnerving. He forces himself to be angry anyway because Kazuya doesn't have the right to do that.]
Is that so? Then you should be working harder to leave if it bothers you. You're the reason it hasn't popped by now.
[He doesn't know or care why mistletoe bothers him. It's a weird weakness. Might be a lie. It's noted regardless as he brushes a finger over his own lip to make sure there isn't an injury. Sore - no blood.]
We're making the next one count - do you understand? I'm not staying in here a moment longer.
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I'll have to do better then.
[He wonders, for a moment, if he should let Jezebel guide his actions next. He doesn't particularly like any of the demons having a say over what he does, but he can weigh the potential amusement he might get from doing it and-
A hand braces the back of Akechi's neck, and Kazuya leans in, ghosts his lips against the others briefly for a moment before pressing them much more firmly against them. Jezebel knows how to kiss. Kazuya Minegishi does not. Not enough, anyway.]
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Kazuya does.
A hand braces his neck, Akechi mimics the act as a warning disguised as affection. With fingers digging into Kazuya's throat the longer the kiss goes on. He moves to speak, ends up letting out an exhale against Kazuya's lips instead. Thinks to say something else and-
POP
It's over.
Akechi doesn't rip himself free - it would look too pathetic. All he does is lean back, hand still around Kazuya's windpipe.]
It seems we're finally free.
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[Somehow, he doesn't have any trouble speaking, despite the fingers digging uncomfortably into his neck. His own turns light on the back of Akechi's neck. If he wants to pull free, he certainly can, but right now it's like there's a game of chicken going on, and he's not going to be the one to loose.
So instead, he grins.]
You're better at it than you give yourself credit for, you know.
[He's teasing, an attempt to rile him up a little more, to see what buttons he might be able to press just because he can. Then again, it's not really a secret that he likes to see reactions that people might make in response to certain stimuli.]
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It looks intimate enough at a passing glance - caressing a neck is common among sentimental idiots. Akechi makes sure to feign it by rubbing his thumb against Kazuya's neck if a rando's gaze lingers too long. See? It's loving or whatever.]
That's quite the compliment - I suppose anyone would learn under these circumstances. We're all being forced to 'practice' tonight, so to speak.
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Kazuya mimics the motion though, thumb brushing tenderly at the nape of the others neck should eyes linger too long.]
Maybe so. It just feels like you caught on exceptionally quickly considering you said you had no experience. I'm impressed.
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The way his shoulders tense - he can do touches like that. Kazuya can't. Akechi's in control of the image conveyed here, even if they're both playing pretend. Kazuya's deviating from that system with a bizarre, unspoken challenge in every slight touch.]
I've always been adaptable in any situation. I suppose I could say the same to you. To think - all it took was you setting your mind to the matter, and the bubble popped in an instant.
[Hi. Hello. He's so mad. Akechi rests a hand against Kazuya's hip, gripping that lanky little king's bone with bruising force. LET GO.]
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[Is that grip on his hip supposed to hurt? It doesn't. Or, it does, but it's easily ignored. Inconsequential in comparison to the rising anger. There's more important things here, for him.
Kazuya's grin simply widens, not put off or perturbed in the slightest despite the hand digging into his neck and hip. His thumb rubs a small circle. Intimate. Intense. Kazuya leans in, just a slight smidgen.]
I think you're right though. I just needed a little help to get it together. Thanks for that.
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Someone walks by - he doesn't know them and his inflection twists. Voice brighter, expression softer and a smile weaved to sell it all. ]
You're welcome. Often we all need to push each other to achieve a goal - no matter how minor. Even something like this requires teamwork, doesn't it?
[Akechi's gaze is unwavering - everything in his eyes saying let go, despite him leaning in, ever the docile, considerate prince.]
Isn't it time we both go on our way? It would be a shame if we spent all our time here when there's a large party to attend to.
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Akechi is right where he wants him, and this is the perfect opportunity, isn't it? ]
I'm not too sure. I think I quite enjoy spending time with you. You're quite interesting, and I wouldn't hate to know more about you.
[ He pauses, lets his words hang for a moment. Challenging, and then- ]
But I guess I shouldn't be selfish. I'm sure you have other things to do than spend time with me, so I'll let you go.
[ A brief flicker of red colours where normal placid blue usually is in his irises, and like a viper, he leans in, bites as he kisses Akechi once more, takes the taste of sweet copper along with the much more invigorating sensation of his anger and rage.
He'll be fine in like, ten minutes, but Kazuya pulls away just as fast and lets go immediately, licks the blood from his lips and raises his hand to say his goodbyes, assuming he's at least startled the prince into letting go of him. ]
Guess we'll call it here for now?
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Did this little fucker bite him again and-
Why isn't he angry about it?
There's a not so insignificant part of Akechi that longs for pain in the midst of battle - doled out to others to invigorate him. He isn't unhappy to be hurt in the process, even if it's annoying. It means the other party is strong.
But this is different.
He doesn't know how to deal with it. This. Whatever the fuck is happening and why he isn't ready to wring this guy's neck. It's bizarre. Consumes him, for the briefest minute, as he pushes the back of his hand to his mouth.]
We will. I'm done playing games with you, but as a word of advice - don't do that. You're not animal.
[Akechi hasn't had a single alcoholic drink tonight, or so he thought. Wonders if he indulged by mistake and that's what's placating his mood now and-
Well, he's fucking leave. This is odd and he's getting a snack.]