You're disturbed if you see this as a bond in any capacity.
[ If Akechi could-
He would shred those lips, make a smile impossible. Tear at what little humanity exists in his attendant and remind him there's no joy in a world meant to exploit. An otherworldly being walking among them-
Deserves the worst. Deserves worse. Akechi can oblige in showing the true self, the true face, the true world in his actions.
He wants it to hurt. He hopes Minato hurts. He wants to see what hurt will be thrown back his way.
Minato isn't human, but he's trying to be. Akechi can feel a pulse when he teethes at his Adam's apple, wonders how much blood would spew if he tore into his throat. ]
You'll really allow me to do whatever I want to you-
[ And his hands move, glide, settle on Minato's thighs and -
Move, glide, until they're under his shirt and over his ribs. He presses down with the hope he'll bruise. ]
Under the 'pretense' of this so called bond? How pathetic.
[ There's teeth at his neck; it would be a simple task to tear into supple flesh, to chew hard enough to puncture veins and see for oneself whether the Velvet Room's residents bled red or gold.
Perhaps Akechi perceives this as him allowing the wild card to do whatever he wants. But if every trial and tribulation thrown his way, every encounter and experience littering Akechi's life, was in preparation for a higher end -- one might argue that even this was a Velvet Room attendant's method of shaping their guest for his ultimate role. ]
A bond, a connection -- they're not inherently pleasant things.
[ Akechi's met with his desired outcome: the stuttering of breath as he presses down hard enough to leave a mark. In spite of it, the smirk remains, the corners of Minato's lips still upturned in the expression.
His own hands reach up, one of them sliding behind Akechi's neck to tangle gloved fingers in Akechi's hair, grasping just hard enough to pull it taut. The other snakes up his back, fingertips digging into the wild card's blazer. ]
The one existing between enemies can be greater than what ties allies to each other. Your scorn for me is what binds me to you.
[ They're not pleasant. He knows they're not. There are pinpricks carved open on his body in the hopes someone would patch those aching, weeping wounds with love, with bonds, with anything.
There was a point when he would have given anything for it. It's not pleasant to seek out. He's long since learned the people who want them-
Are vile. Rotten. Even Akira is rotten to his core.
It's only natural that those same pinpricks widen to ensnare. He'll take a bond for a price and rip it to shreds when he's done.
Minato wants to guide. Akechi wants to break that desire. He tries to rip it apart with his teeth the moment his attendant grasps his hair, touches his back like his palm is a salve for too old wounds.
He laughs against now marred skin - all disbelief, anger, annoyance. It's impossible to settle on a single emotion when he's around Minato. ]
I'll be happy to drag you to hell. You can enjoy that so called bond the entire way down.
[ Maybe that's all that needs to be said. He's annoyed it's gotten this far, that Minato digs his heels in and accepts all of Akechi instead of forcing him away.
He can get him to force away. Tear free. Try to rip himself away from Akechi Goro only to find he's too consumed by the rot he tried to heal.
The lips that meet Minato's mouth are meant to muzzle, not kiss. The rough tug away from the corner, a leash. And like the good dog he is-
Akechi assumes he'll be peaceful and walk easy with goading nips against his lips. That he won't fight when their path is broken by a bed and Minato should feel fortunate, so fortunate, to share this desolate, private room with a prince. ]
On your knees - bed or floor, I don't give a shit. You're lucky I'm giving you choice.
[ The lips against his own smother anymore words that Minato might dare to speak. There's no affection in the gesture, nor is there any warmth in the way Akechi takes his hand and tugs him towards his room. In spite of that rough treatment, Minato's eyes glow golden in the fluorescent lights. ]
You're being generous today.
[ It's spoken with a smile because it's rare for Akechi to offer him options. Even when accompanying him around town, his Guest simply guides him to places that seem to fit his specified parameters. He is not given options even when dining together. Minato presumes Akechi simply did not trust his sensibilities. Admittedly, it's a wise decision, for he'd almost certainly order every last dish off the menu.
The floor is hard and unforgiving on his knees. Minato isn't keen on slinking back to the Velvet Room with bruised kneecaps. Or perhaps there's another reason why he gets comfortable on Akechi's sheets, kneeling before him with his hands folded in his lap.
Perhaps the more intimate choice is intentional, yet another means of rubbing salt in Akechi's wounds. Perhaps it's a reminder that no matter how hard he chooses to sink his teeth and fingers into Minato to tear him apart, some might argue that Minato's ultimately succeeded in further strengthening the bond that takes shape between the two of them. Even if it is forged in a furnace of loathing, it's not unlike how diamonds only form in the most extreme environments. ]
I don't mind you dragging me to hell. You'll be there too, right alongside me.
There Minato is, on his knees, ever the mindful attendant. Akechi isn't unhappy to see him follow orders. It makes-
This easier.
But something-
Agonizing ignites in his chest. It forms against his will, sparks like flint when his knuckles brush against Minato's chest, and engulfs when he tangles his fingers into that pristine, bright jacket. Ever since he entered that goddamn room-
He can feel what forms from unwilling connections made.
And he feels what forms in his attendant's belligerence - his rebellion in its all its unique traits. Mild. Unobtrusive. Akechi wants to rip him apart. Rip it apart. Compensates by plucking the buttons on his jacket, flicking them open down the line. Akechi hadn't intended to undress him, but perhaps that will make a reaction, humiliate, make him feel barren and bare. ]
Good dog. [ Taunting, vicious - his pants are tight at the sight. ] Finish taking off your shirt and get on all fours next.
imagine being balls deep in someone and hearing I AM THOU, THOU ART I
[ The velvet blue jacket is left wide open; it's a simple task to shrug it off, discarding it off to the side. Beneath it, a simple white dress shirt whose buttons are plucked open one at a time, deft fingers drawing each one through their respective eye holes like a bird retrieving hidden treasures from an enclave carved into the side of a tree.
The shirt gets dropped off to the side, draping itself over his jacket. Even if Minato's attire ends up rumpled beyond belief, he knows that Igor's not the type to pry. In fact, the man might choose to praise him instead, for it was a sign that their most valued guest was making steady progress in nurturing his bonds.
And as instructed, Minato bends over, still on his knees as he presses his palms against Akechi's sheets. The wild card stands before him, forcing Minato to look up as he looms from above. There's not a shred of shame in his golden eyes, still defiant even as he's down on all fours, entirely bare save for his trousers. The pale expanse of skin across his back is far too pallid to belong to something with a properly-beating heart. Perhaps that's precisely why he can smile, having previously weathered the weight of death. ]
...shall I bark for you as well?
[ He hadn't realized just how addicting it could be, trying to get a rise out of this particular wild card. Perhaps he'd feel alive for these next few moments, meeting Akechi's wrath with his own brand of mirth.
This turn in their relationship -- it's the beginning of Akechi's explorations of a new bond to exploit. ]
somewhere it's happened........rip that igor and explaining the bond from being balls deep in
[ Control is exhilarating. Defiance is addictive. Minato dances the line of both with his fingers pressed down on Akechi's bed in submission, a tone that promises less.
Akechi's own voice shakes at the edge - confidant and brusque, but promising something else in the wake of this question.
His finger rests under Minato's chin and he raises those golden eyes up until Akechi has no choice but to swim in them. ]
[ A sea of liquid gold meets Akechi's auburn eyes, the corners of Minato's lips curving gently in a satisfied smile. Of course this would be Akechi's command. Why else would he have posited such a ridiculous question to the wild card?
It's a simple and straightforward means for achieving his true master's ends. Nurture the one who holds the key to humanity's future. Grow their minds, their hearts, in hopes that the very individual looming above Minato would choose to cradle the world in his palm instead of allowing it to roll off the edge of his hand where it would shatter into a thousand pieces.
And thus: ]
Woof!
[ Minato's gaze remains fixed upon Akechi, even if he cants his head to signal a question in advance. ]
Or maybe you prefer arf, or ruff? It doesn't matter to me.
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AND THEN ALMOST OCTOBER
[ If Akechi could-
He would shred those lips, make a smile impossible. Tear at what little humanity exists in his attendant and remind him there's no joy in a world meant to exploit. An otherworldly being walking among them-
Deserves the worst. Deserves worse. Akechi can oblige in showing the true self, the true face, the true world in his actions.
He wants it to hurt. He hopes Minato hurts. He wants to see what hurt will be thrown back his way.
Minato isn't human, but he's trying to be. Akechi can feel a pulse when he teethes at his Adam's apple, wonders how much blood would spew if he tore into his throat. ]
You'll really allow me to do whatever I want to you-
[ And his hands move, glide, settle on Minato's thighs and -
Move, glide, until they're under his shirt and over his ribs. He presses down with the hope he'll bruise. ]
Under the 'pretense' of this so called bond? How pathetic.
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Perhaps Akechi perceives this as him allowing the wild card to do whatever he wants. But if every trial and tribulation thrown his way, every encounter and experience littering Akechi's life, was in preparation for a higher end -- one might argue that even this was a Velvet Room attendant's method of shaping their guest for his ultimate role. ]
A bond, a connection -- they're not inherently pleasant things.
[ Akechi's met with his desired outcome: the stuttering of breath as he presses down hard enough to leave a mark. In spite of it, the smirk remains, the corners of Minato's lips still upturned in the expression.
His own hands reach up, one of them sliding behind Akechi's neck to tangle gloved fingers in Akechi's hair, grasping just hard enough to pull it taut. The other snakes up his back, fingertips digging into the wild card's blazer. ]
The one existing between enemies can be greater than what ties allies to each other. Your scorn for me is what binds me to you.
its real to me
There was a point when he would have given anything for it. It's not pleasant to seek out. He's long since learned the people who want them-
Are vile. Rotten. Even Akira is rotten to his core.
It's only natural that those same pinpricks widen to ensnare. He'll take a bond for a price and rip it to shreds when he's done.
Minato wants to guide. Akechi wants to break that desire. He tries to rip it apart with his teeth the moment his attendant grasps his hair, touches his back like his palm is a salve for too old wounds.
He laughs against now marred skin - all disbelief, anger, annoyance. It's impossible to settle on a single emotion when he's around Minato. ]
I'll be happy to drag you to hell. You can enjoy that so called bond the entire way down.
[ Maybe that's all that needs to be said. He's annoyed it's gotten this far, that Minato digs his heels in and accepts all of Akechi instead of forcing him away.
He can get him to force away. Tear free. Try to rip himself away from Akechi Goro only to find he's too consumed by the rot he tried to heal.
The lips that meet Minato's mouth are meant to muzzle, not kiss. The rough tug away from the corner, a leash. And like the good dog he is-
Akechi assumes he'll be peaceful and walk easy with goading nips against his lips. That he won't fight when their path is broken by a bed and Minato should feel fortunate, so fortunate, to share this desolate, private room with a prince. ]
On your knees - bed or floor, I don't give a shit. You're lucky I'm giving you choice.
goodness gracious
You're being generous today.
[ It's spoken with a smile because it's rare for Akechi to offer him options. Even when accompanying him around town, his Guest simply guides him to places that seem to fit his specified parameters. He is not given options even when dining together. Minato presumes Akechi simply did not trust his sensibilities. Admittedly, it's a wise decision, for he'd almost certainly order every last dish off the menu.
The floor is hard and unforgiving on his knees. Minato isn't keen on slinking back to the Velvet Room with bruised kneecaps. Or perhaps there's another reason why he gets comfortable on Akechi's sheets, kneeling before him with his hands folded in his lap.
Perhaps the more intimate choice is intentional, yet another means of rubbing salt in Akechi's wounds. Perhaps it's a reminder that no matter how hard he chooses to sink his teeth and fingers into Minato to tear him apart, some might argue that Minato's ultimately succeeded in further strengthening the bond that takes shape between the two of them. Even if it is forged in a furnace of loathing, it's not unlike how diamonds only form in the most extreme environments. ]
I don't mind you dragging me to hell. You'll be there too, right alongside me.
GOODNESS GOODNESS GOODNESS
There Minato is, on his knees, ever the mindful attendant. Akechi isn't unhappy to see him follow orders. It makes-
This easier.
But something-
Agonizing ignites in his chest. It forms against his will, sparks like flint when his knuckles brush against Minato's chest, and engulfs when he tangles his fingers into that pristine, bright jacket. Ever since he entered that goddamn room-
He can feel what forms from unwilling connections made.
And he feels what forms in his attendant's belligerence - his rebellion in its all its unique traits. Mild. Unobtrusive. Akechi wants to rip him apart. Rip it apart. Compensates by plucking the buttons on his jacket, flicking them open down the line. Akechi hadn't intended to undress him, but perhaps that will make a reaction, humiliate, make him feel barren and bare. ]
Good dog. [ Taunting, vicious - his pants are tight at the sight. ] Finish taking off your shirt and get on all fours next.
imagine being balls deep in someone and hearing I AM THOU, THOU ART I
The shirt gets dropped off to the side, draping itself over his jacket. Even if Minato's attire ends up rumpled beyond belief, he knows that Igor's not the type to pry. In fact, the man might choose to praise him instead, for it was a sign that their most valued guest was making steady progress in nurturing his bonds.
And as instructed, Minato bends over, still on his knees as he presses his palms against Akechi's sheets. The wild card stands before him, forcing Minato to look up as he looms from above. There's not a shred of shame in his golden eyes, still defiant even as he's down on all fours, entirely bare save for his trousers. The pale expanse of skin across his back is far too pallid to belong to something with a properly-beating heart. Perhaps that's precisely why he can smile, having previously weathered the weight of death. ]
...shall I bark for you as well?
[ He hadn't realized just how addicting it could be, trying to get a rise out of this particular wild card. Perhaps he'd feel alive for these next few moments, meeting Akechi's wrath with his own brand of mirth.
This turn in their relationship -- it's the beginning of Akechi's explorations of a new bond to exploit. ]
somewhere it's happened........rip that igor and explaining the bond from being balls deep in
Akechi's own voice shakes at the edge - confidant and brusque, but promising something else in the wake of this question.
His finger rests under Minato's chin and he raises those golden eyes up until Akechi has no choice but to swim in them. ]
Yes. Bark.
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It's a simple and straightforward means for achieving his true master's ends. Nurture the one who holds the key to humanity's future. Grow their minds, their hearts, in hopes that the very individual looming above Minato would choose to cradle the world in his palm instead of allowing it to roll off the edge of his hand where it would shatter into a thousand pieces.
And thus: ]
Woof!
[ Minato's gaze remains fixed upon Akechi, even if he cants his head to signal a question in advance. ]
Or maybe you prefer arf, or ruff? It doesn't matter to me.
[ He doesn't really care. ]