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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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. ]