bakerstreet | taken from a prompt on rpanons

taken from a prompt on rpanons

TRAPPED TOGETHER
a fuck or die smut meme

You don't remember falling asleep, but now you're waking up, and it's nowhere familiar. The room is white from top to bottom, clean and sterile. There is no visible door or other means of escape. Fluorescent lights embedded in the ceiling provide the only light.

The room is mostly empty, but not entirely. A large monitor sits recessed into the wall opposite you. A chest of drawers sits on the wall to your left, and a closet in the wall to your right. You are sitting on a large, white bed, and you are not alone. Do you know this person? Are they a friend, an enemy, a lover? Or are they a complete stranger, someone you've never met before in your life. There is a strange collar around their neck, and with a start, you realize you have one on around your throat as well. Try as you might, you cannot remove it.

Whatever the case, the person you are stuck with is awakening as well, but before you two have time to so much as introduce yourselves, the monitor comes to life, and text appears on the screen.

YOU'RE FINALLY AWAKE.
THE GAMES WILL NOW BEGIN.
DO AS YOU ARE TOLD AND YOU WILL LEAVE ALIVE.
ONCE WE'RE DONE WITH YOU, THAT IS.
IGNORE YOUR ORDERS AND DIE.
DO NOT ATTEMPT TO CHEAT. WE WILL KNOW.
AND PLEASE, TRY TO HAVE FUN.

The message remains for a minute, just to make sure you both have time to read it, before fading away. Moments later, your first orders appear. Ignore them, and your collars will begin to constrict until you comply. Finish, and new orders will eventually appear. Between the chest of drawers and the closet beside the bed, everything you need is provided to you to perform, including toys, tools, special medications of various effects, and even food and drink.

Is your collar getting tighter? Better get busy. Remember, they're watching.

HOW TO PLAY

Comment with your character information and preferences in the subject, as usual.
OOC communication is extremely important in this meme, the orders your characters are given are determined between the two of you. They can be tame, or they can be extreme. Plan out what you want to play ahead of time, or surprise each other, just get a feel for what each of you want! Leaving a kinks list and/or an example of what kind of orders you like in your comment is a terrific idea.
Keep on going as long as you please! If you really want, your characters can escape after a single smooch, or they can be going at it all day long.

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[ In that time, Miyuki's sat back on the bed to get his shoes on again, just in case, and stood once more. He adjusts the cuffs of his shirt idly, pulling at one to eye the shackle fit so snug around his wrist. If their captor can bind their wrists like that... then it's likely the same for their ankles. And are there other functions to them, or still other ways their captor can manipulate the room?

Miyuki is broken out of his thoughts as Alois starts to speak. He doesn't seem too scandalized by the prompt's implication, which the older boy supposes is a good thing. He laughs shortly at the admission — ]

You sure showed me~ [ But no, that's a bit too harsh. Alois can find it in him to be honest, so Miyuki confesses in kind: ]

If I knew you'd agree to wear it, I wouldn't have picked the dress in the first place.

[ But they can't change their decisions now, apparently. He offers a shrug as he heads for the closet again. ]

Guess we helped shoot each other in the foot.

[ Alois, because he's now stuck in girls' clothes for however long. Miyuki... because he's stuck with Alois who is wearing those clothes. They fit him far too well and at the very least, Miyuki can recognize that he looks cute in them. A fact that manages to come back to him in the quiet moments, when he's not focused on more pressing matters. ]

Over here. [ Beckoning, kneeling down by the squat drawers again. ] These probably aren't what you're used to either... [ He definitely wants Alois to see before shocking him with what modern women's underwear looks like. Because if he thought the men's was scanty... Miyuki opens the bottom and draw and, just as he'd thought, it contains a colorful array of different styles of women's undergarments. ]

[Alois follows at his calling, taking care once more with the dress to kneel at the opposite corner of the squat drawers with him. He glances up to Miyuki at his cautioning, and when he pulls the drawer open, a startled gasp leaps out of the younger boy beside him. He isn't really sure what to make of what he's looking at.

There's certainly more designs than the mens' seems to have. Slowly, his gaze edges back up to his fellow captive in disbelief, is he certain, they ask. But finally he dares to pull free whichever pair his hands land on first, some turquoise cheekies, and he stretches them a bit before dropping them. Something lacy is lifted from the collection to reveal itself to be a pair of thongs, and Alois declares:]

This is a slingshot. All right? What woman is wearing this. [Rhetoric. He doesn't want to know. He's all skepticism at first, digging through, but his venturing gives way to nearly private admiration. That is, he's discovering cute colors and prints, and he even starts to slip out another pair of cheekies, with little cheeries speckled on them, piping—]

These are so char— [mouth hanging open for a half-second, he drops them promptly.] Odd. Hahaha. Girls are odd. The things they'll wear.

[The boy in girls' clothes says, forcing laughter while he digs his grave.]

[ His eyebrows raise as Alois is so easily able to pick a pair up to inspect, practically disappearing into his bangs when he lifts up the thong. It's an odd image, the boy in the girly dress and shoes rifling through such racy things. For... certain definitions of "odd".

Not the one the other boy tries to employ. Miyuki's snickers at the slingshot are quieting down when Alois so subtly corrects himself, and it is too much for the older boy not to linger on. ]

Yeah. But I think part of why they wear them is because they know what it does to guys.

[ He's not immune. There is something in him that makes him a little reluctant to actually touch the underwear. Miyuki's got less shame than a lot of teenage boys, and that keeps him from being a flustered pink mess that he's sure some of his peers would be at the mere sight of a drawer of ladies' unmentionables. But he is only human.

It is the objective of teasing someone else that saves him, when Miyuki shifts his hand on the floor to lean over a bit and take up that patterned pair of underwear between his fingers. He glances sidelong to the younger boy, eyebrow cocked, ]

You don't think these are cute?

[It's the same reason he's learned to favor the choice in clothes he has: what it does to guys. Granted, these are vile and despicable men, not sound or healthy ones, monsters, but he'd like to think he could make anyone hungry for him. A strange sort of armor that he's accustomed himself to.

Modern womens' underwear is a whole new breed. More intense than even corsets. Alois watches Miyuki pick up the pair he was holding a moment before, and he stares at them, blinking to Miyuki when he speaks, and then his gaze dances away while a hue of rose starts to come over his cheeks.]

Well. [Yes. Sure. Absolutely.] Who doesn't like... cheeries?

[Anyone would think they're cute, is the implication he's putting forth in effort to spare himself.]

They're quite nice. On cakes and such. And they've got nice flowers.

[ It's the same sort of thing he'd say to any other boy in this position, and there is fleeting normalcy in that moment where he sees the expected flush in Alois' face. As though they are only two adolescent boys, teasing each other's opening eyes. ]

Uh-huh. "On cakes". [ There are certain connotations to cherries, too. Even that little test of tying the stem to a knot in one's mouth. These likely wouldn't cross a boy's mind consciously, in the moment, but the pretty print does add a potency to the pair of panties.

Say that three times fast.

Miyuki knows also, in the back of his mind, that he can't push as far as he could with some other boy. And he doesn't want a repeat of the dress, nor does he want to cause Alois deep discomfort. A bit of teasing, though... well, there's something quite charming about seeing bashfulness from him. It's hard to resist pushing a bit more, as he angles his head farther in blatant show of getting a look at Alois' face. ]

How about them on underwear?

[The main reason he's become demure is what on earth would Miyuki think if he found out Alois was this fond of girls' clothing? He may have been forced into outfits to start, but now with an eye and mind for what looks nice on him, he's hardly different from an ordinary girl herself in this region. He likes outfits suited to his gender all the same, yes, but he's only going to be able to get away with a feminine style for so long before he just looks silly and embarrassing in them.

But it's true that certain connotations to cheeries might be a hint of the culprit behind his blushing little face, the avoidance of Miyuki's eyes. Such connotations normally don't bother him at all, and in fact, he can be quite salacious, but everything leading up to now, Miyuki being a wholly different sort of person than what he's used to...

The panties are cute enough, but there's certainly prettier or more modest ones in the drawer below. His taste isn't perfect, but neither are thirteen-year-old girls, and they're just the sort of thing a thirteen-year-old girl would like. Audacious, in a fun way.

Miyuki angles his face, and Alois, his own still colored, pouts at him, bordering on indignant.]

I said already, didn't I? They're— [eyes landing on them. He really likes them!] Okay! All right, okay, they're so cute, though, aren't they? Don't you think so?

All I've seen up until now is dull, scratchy cotton or wool. If I knew underthings could be so cute, I might be more inclined to lounge. Looking at them makes you just want to put them on with a button down and sit in the window seat of the library, while the sun comes down on you in the window, and you'd eat petit fours and browse the latest catalogs, or read things children oughtn't. You know, being lazy, but having a swell time of it, because you have something cute on.

[ His grin pulls up to show teeth as Alois finally caves — there we go. And he does have to agree with the younger boy.

Well. Before Alois starts explaining himself, anyway, and Miyuki is reminded once more that he is not dealing with just any boy. He glances to the thing hanging from his fingers again, then back to Alois with a questioning look that makes it clear he does not, in fact, understand. ]

Can't say they make me feel the same way...

[ His words are bemused rather than purposely mean. While an active boy, he likes lazing about sometimes as much as anyone. But cute underwear does not make him more inclined to, not even if it were mens' that he was holding. And that is besides the specifics of the picture Alois paints, far too foreign and indulgent for him to appreciate.

Miyuki drops the panties atop the myriad others and takes himself and his hands back to his own side of the drawers. ]

Anyway, you might wanna be honest about what ones you like, before I pick something.

[ He'd rather the boy rummage than have to do it himself but of course, doesn't say so. ]

[He sulks, but begins fishing and mulling over a tiny selection.]

I wish I could pick it on my own. I don't like you knowing my taste in things that are this revealing. [A melodramatic sigh is given to the heavens.] If I knew about these at all, I would've definitely picked something more embarrassing for you.

[Give him a minute or more. Deciding on options is more challenging this time, because everything is potentially humiliating, but one after the other, he lays out four pairs of panties to choose from. The cherry-printed ones, of course. A simple design, also white, with a scarce amount of lace bordering the edges, and a single little pink rose on the front. Another pair of cheekies (it seems he favors this square, almost shorts-like design), but lilac, with a layering kind of lace, and a tiny pastel blue ribbon at the top. And, lastly, the crudest—and mostly because, internally, he finds it wildly hilarious—a second white pair, with a soft pink heart, and bold text printed across that reads: shove ur dick in my heart.]

Lucky for me~

[ Miyuki settles back to sit on the floor, legs crossed and attention vaguely on Alois and his choices as he watches. So Alois' apparent familiarity and affinity for girls' clothing extends this far. It's... odd, yes, but not within the context of what he already knows of his tastes. There isn't any surprise for the first few — they're all pretty, girly things and he barely sees a difference in choosing among them.

Then comes the last pair and Miyuki stares at it for a long second. ]

Fft — [ One arm goes around his stomach, his shoulders start to shake, and a snort turns into outright laughter. Because internally, Miyuki also finds it wildly hilarious, and there's nothing to stop that from becoming external. ]

I- it hurts!

[ Christ. He wipes at an eye as he begins to calm down, looking from the bold panties to Alois. ]

You're really gonna tempt me like that?

[ Not that he'd seriously choose them, but. ]

[Miyuki's laughter begins, and Alois tries to kill his own smile by rolling his lips into a line, and turning his face away. But Miyuki really starts laughing, and Alois, already afflicted inly, catches the contagiousness of it, and presses his wrist to his mouth. It's a feeble attempt to contain himself, and soon, he's giggling beside him. It's nice to see the older boy laugh so, after the ordeal he just went through.]

Aren't they terrible? [With residual giggles clinging to his words. He threads his own fingers to stretch his arms up for a moment, readjusting his sitting position to a thigh with legs curled.] Although, it's kind of romantic, too. Imagine loving someone that much, you'd let them get that close to you.

[This is vulnerable honesty, so he laughs in his youthful way to cover it up.]

So stupid.

[ It's quite hard to imagine. It obviously happens, to other people, but thinking of himself in such a relationship... ? He has trouble, and that sort of thing is not of high enough importance to him, as he is, to worry about.

Still, hearing Alois deny himself romantic notions like that makes him reply, ]

You never know. One day you could meet someone whose heart you want to... s- stick your dick in!

[ Ah, romance. Miyuki lets out some more snickers and shrugs, ]

Or whose dick you want shoved in your heart, I guess.

[ Either way. He may not entirely be sure about Alois' preferences, or if he should trust anything that has hinted toward them, but he's not going to deny he has his own inclinations. Which aren't the greatest thing to have living in the midst of an all-male dorm of athletes belonging to the team which you are the captain of. But he is too busy and unconcerned about romance for it to matter much.

He reaches forward in front of the panties and taps the floor with two fingers, before the lilac pair. ]

I pick these.

[ He shifts, remaining seated but turning to face away from Alois. ]

[He moves to be mostly kneeling again, knowing it'll be easier to stand this way with the dress, after Miyuki makes his choice. Miyuki, though he turns, remains—not just seated, he remains in the closet, and Alois stares at the back of his head for a moment or more, still unmoving.

But,]

Um. You're not... Don't you want to, um, wait out there?

[It feels different to put panties on with him right there whether he's looking or not, than it does mens' drawers. And he wants to take precautions that they're not fitting him any more strangely than they're probably going to. Just look at them! What boy's stomach wouldn't sink?]

Huh? [ He turns halfway, looking up and back at the other boy with a raised brow. Didn't Miyuki basically do the same thing when he had to put on the briefs? Other than the sitting.

There might also be some unconscious want to keep an eye on the younger boy. Not literally, but to keep him close. Perhaps the powerless feeling of the binding of his cuffs lingers too strong with him. Who knows what else their captor is capable of, and sticking by the one other person imprisoned here offers some peace of mind. ]

Getting shy on me?

[ Miyuki lightly teases, even as he's standing. He exits to the room again, sitting upon the end of the bed facing the bold lettering. ]

[Alois waits until the older boy is just passed him to stand and follow him to the closet door, and once he's out, the younger one closes it behind him. In theory, it really shouldn't matter. It should be just like the boxers. But vanity forces his hand, in a sense. It's not that he's expecting to like or admire what he'll see, but he wants to put in the effort to look and feel the least amount of ridiculous that he is expecting.

Even if Miyuki won't be seeing at all, Alois will feel the ridiculousness of it all, under the dress, and this will certainly affect things. The whole ordeal takes longer than simply slipping boxers on, because he undresses to figure out how to properly wear the lilac intimates.

It takes three tries altogether. First, because he puts them on backwards, and that's definitely not right. But when he slips them off and scrutinizes their shape, he can't imagine that they'd go the other way—so he tries it the first way one last time, adjusting fabric, and no. It's wrong. He can't wear them like this. Third times the charm, right? But even this way is somehow embarrassing. In the right company, they might be fun, but no, Miyuki is a stick in the mud.

As he gets himself back into the dress, panties now situated, he happens to glance down at the boxers, and idly wonders how the monitor would feel about him slipping them over the panties. It's probably best not to risk it, though. After a little longer than five minutes (and if Miyuki's worried at all, asked after him at all, he did receive interjections of "Just a minute!"), he goes to the door to let himself out, and it starts to open, but then he suddenly closes it.]

I'm coming out, [he announces. There's a joke in here somewhere, lost and foreign to him.] But... There's a condition: you cannot look at me at all, not once, no peeking, don't even side-ways gaze at me—I'll see you. The only exception is if you have no other choice, [indicating their captor.] Other than that single exception, if you look at me, I get to pinch you really hard.

So, if you aren't turned away from the closet, turn away right now, all right? [Uneasy pause, then piping:] Are you turned around?

[ Miyuki turns immediately at the sound, staring. That unconscious reluctance to put too much distance between them surfaces up to a recognizable discomfort with the barrier of the shut closet door. Alois just wants his privacy, and it's not like Miyuki's going to force him to open it, but...

The other boy lost heart before, when they were picking out the stockings. Who knows when he might do so again, or maybe get frustrated or any number of things. Miyuki has an incredible ability to stay driven even when others would lose motivation. From what he's seen he cannot trust the same of the younger boy, which is fine, as long as he can be there to push him back onto the right track.

Or maybe he's worrying too much. He lets out a breath, asks after the younger boy once but lets him take his time after receiving a reply. He only looks over again at the noise of the door, ]

... You know, you won't look any different to me with different underwear.

[ Unless he donned something in addition to the panties, Alois will appear to him exactly the same as the last time Miyuki saw him. Did he go and get shy on him? With an unseen roll of his eyes, ]

Fine... I'm facing the other wall! [ He calls back, his voice moving with him as he sits to face the set of drawers instead. Indulging Alois' whim is no skin off his back, and he figures that whatever sort of thing they're meant to do next is bound to make him look at him anyway, if only incidentally.

Speaking of: ]

You're gonna have to read the screen to me, if I'm staying like this.

[Out he comes. Rather than turn about to shut the door, with hands splayed behind him, he tilts back to press it closed this way. His eyes stay glued on Miyuki for a moment, ready to turn into a little lobster if he dares to look around. It's true that he looks no different, but Miyuki knows, and that's enough for him.

Finally, separating from wall and door he steps toward the bed, only to stop beside it.]

Says, [he starts, switching attention to the screen to read, in his posh inflection, the new instructions aloud for both of them:]

Here's some new fun for you. You are no longer yourselves. If you become yourselves without permission first, there will be consequences. Until further notice, you are—

[Voice trailing. He doesn't want to read the rest of it, but which would be worse? Pausing at all is only dragging it out, isn't it? Flimsier, he continues on:]

Y-you are the head of a gang and his hostage. For incentive: the Father of the h-hostage, a rich man who owns a collection of hotels, has had dubious dealings with the gang leader. He owes him money, but has not paid, and the gang leader has t-taken it upon himself to kidnap his precious daughter for ransom. However, it seems the hostage's father is no hurry to collect her. How will she escape? By trying to e-entice her kidnapper, of course. Perhaps he'll award her with her freedom.

[And, that's it. They were considerably more detailed this time, weren't they? Alois, once he's finished, falls completely silent. He hasn't any idea what to think. It's wearing. How are they to get through this one when he's to come onto Miyuki again, and Miyuki is so averse to him? The monitor says nothing in specifics about the seduction being successful, about how the gang leader should respond, and this alone is hugely mortifying. He'll have to pretend to be a girl, to be enjoying himself, to pretend to be enjoying himself coming onto an unresponsive person. They'll be at it forever, going nowhere, getting absolutely nowhere.

There's a glimmer of intention to see how Miyuki will respond before letting these doubts get the better of him, but it's snuffed out before it can really take hold, and although he doesn't quite completely lose it yet, he does end up staring at Miyuki (whether he's turned or not), eyes wide and quietly seeping tears. A sign of the last of his ability to keep it together. He's already on dangerous ground, thinking about how he doesn't want to, a repetition of it, filling his head.]

Claude—[perhaps it sounds like accidental cautioning]—always comes. He's never not come before, so he... He left me. I don't have anythi— [It's not true; he said himself: Claude always comes. (Back and forth, in a forest of himself, he debates on the reality of Claude rescuing them.) He manages a few more words, mostly incoherence, screaming for Claude, the repeating, fear-filled demand of his name, and begging. Don't leave me, he says twice, and then, having had enough, the collar squeezes. Words die to let a sputtering gag in its place.

He must not be relenting, though, because rather than catch his breath less than a moment after, he collapses to the floor. Basic instinct drives him to futilely claw at the collar in effort to loosen it, but his mind must be fixed, because it doesn't. With dwindling awareness, he at least tries to roll over, not wanting Miyuki to see his warped and struggling expression.

Neither of them have let it go on longer than this. Surely Claude will finally make his appearance before it kills him. It's why he hasn't come. It's so simple. He doesn't think it's serious.]

[ The cryptic initial words set him on edge, though Miyuki remains with his eyes to the side wall, not truly seeing it.

His brief confusion clears as Alois continues and the anxiety even lifts a bit with the certain knowledge of their next, previously unknown objective. It just wants them... to play pretend? That's all? It could have been so much worse, and who knows what the next prompt could bring, but for now they can take it relatively easy.

It is the conspicuous silence that finally turns him where he still sits upon the bed. And as his eyes meet those wide, wet ones, it is instantly apparent that the other boy does not feel the same about these instructions.

Miyuki doesn't understand.

But all it takes is Claude and he's up on his feet, eyes glued to the other boy as he hears him start to drown in his own thoughts. ]

Alois.

[ Sternly punctuated, trying to call to him though he knows Alois won't hear. This is what he wanted to be able to prevent. To be there, within reach to stop the time bomb from ticking down to zero. But he realizes as he watches, that it didn't matter how far away the other boy was to him physically. He remains the same distance away even as Miyuki steps closer — just too far for him to grasp.

He doesn't know he's begging the younger boy with his eyes not to give in, arms twitching as he draws nearer but not knowing what to do. Grab him and shake him? Slap him? What will it take... ?

Alois crumples and Miyuki darts forward the rest of the way, kneeling down and grabbing to try to turn him face up. He does not give a damn about Alois' privacy anymore — he doesn't want him to die. Miyuki calls his name again, loud and firm, shakes him before his hands frantically fumble higher to bracket the younger boy's head. ]

Listen to me!

[ Everything they've known before this room, they can't afford to think about it. Alois can't lose himself to wishful thoughts if they're to get through this. He has to stay here, with him, and Miyuki tries to make Alois look him in the face as he calls his name again. ]

[What transpires from the time Miyuki's has hold of him, after getting him face up, (the younger boy, too caught in the battle for oxygen, barely makes an attempt to stop him) takes all of five seconds. It doesn't take long, does it?

His body, all the little cells rushing through him and the atoms holding him together, want him to live, and though his mind and heart won't stop clinging to Claude, his small frame fights. Knees bending, heels sliding on the floor, all pointless, but wholly desperate, anything to find the air his lungs need again. His cognizance has disintegrated into motes. His vision is dimming on the outskirts, the room surrounding Miyuki's face over his is vanishing, and he can almost hear him.

The way his mouth moves, he's saying something, but he must be talking around cotton, or someone put cotton in Alois' ears. He thinks, I'm sorry. I want to see Claude so badly. He'll come for us. I want to see him so badly. But he says nothing, can say nothing, he's a fish without water, little mouth gaping open.

Those few seconds pass. Mouth softens, legs lose their tensity—along with the rest of his body. His eyes, still on the older boy, go out of focus, obtain an inexplicable dreamy quality, before they're slowly closing. It lacks the same fight and noise as when the choking started, it's like he's going to sleep. And the clue that this is over is the collar loosening, at last, around his neck. It can be seen: the indents from it squeezing disappear, the skin itself looking as if it could practically sigh in relief, although a red ring remains from how tightly it clenched around him.

This is where things last, perhaps, too long. Thirty or forty seconds, now. The collar back in its idle state remains there, but Alois neither moves or opens his eyes.

From his end, it's without ceremony—like a mundane, everyday occurrence. Falling, albeit painfully, asleep, and then waking up. Though it's different from dozing off, or even a short nap. He's gone for those thirty or more seconds, but he feels as if, when eyelids are finally fluttering open to reveal his disoriented gaze, he's been sleeping the whole day. He's certain he was deeply dreaming, but no recollection of any dreams come to him. At this point, there's no question about his life, if there ever was, but he still barely moves, only wearily scanning his eyes across the room, and, if he's near, Miyuki, in the exhausted means of refamiliarizing himself.

A couple-few more seconds, and he'd be comatose. Even longer, and he would be dead.]

[ One last call of his name with desperation starting to pull at the solidity of Miyuki's voice, stringing it out thin enough to hear a strain of panic. Then the stiffness, the fight of the other boy's body starts to die right before his eyes.

There is the mere fraction of a second where Miyuki is suddenly doused in a flood of ice, frozen up as a multitude of thoughts rush through his head. Because he doesn't know what it takes to kill someone, has never actually seen anyone die before by choking or anything else. And so there is the brief belief that, right now, he is. Is there anything left to do? Will their captor listen, if he tries to bargain? Can he appeal to them, when he doesn't even know what they're after?

Is it too late?

But his eyes unstick from the younger boy's shutting ones, enough to see that the collar has relented. Miyuki knows he's trembling now, shoulders to the tips of his fingers, and it doesn't stop. Only gets worse as he slips his hand down to feel for Alois' pulse.

It's there. It's there, and there's a lurch in his chest, this time. What makes his next inhale feel almost violent, like walls of ice breaking and crumbling. He leans in as well, quiet and still beyond the shake of his own body, with an ear near Alois' mouth and nose to listen for breath. He stays like that for a long few moments, with a mind struck blank from the shock of emotion.

But he eventually sits up, still hovering over Alois' form, a hand braced on one side as he sits at his other. His brown eyes look to the monitor's new prompt for the first time, because it's meant for him too. Because he's going to be careful, even if the other boy isn't. When his gaze comes to fall back on Alois he's awake, and Miyuki is not surprised. ]

That- [ His brows are furrowed and he frowns, but quickly tipped more into confusion than anger. Confusion for where the rest of that anger went in all the fuss. He brings his arm back to himself and sits straighter as his eyes slide vaguely over in the monitor's direction, in thought and implication, before sliding back again. ]

That was idiotic.

[ Says Miyuki, says the gang leader — both of one mind in their assessment of the captive before them. ]

Trying to kill yourself isn't going to save you. [ Won't save either of them. ]

It'd only leave a corpse for him to find.

[ For the girl's father. For the boy's... whatever this Claude is to him. ]

[He isn't quite caught up, only at the part where he remembers being in this room with the older boy, and from this angle, he can't see the monitor. For a moment, the indication of Miyuki's eyes is missed, and the supine boy has obviously taken what he's said to heart. An expression of hurt appears on his visage first, before quickly transforming into a kind of prickling that says he's about to deck him.

Fast up into a sit, prepared for it, offended because Miyuki doesn't know Claude like he does, and that he's supposed to be there now, that he's disobeying, broken the contract. Offended because, of course he's idiotic, he really thought Claude would appear, but look, no impeccable and pristine piece of shit in sight. It's too fast though for that recent bout of lack of oxygen—he gets light-headed, and the fist meant to follow doesn't, but in his brief tilting he catches sight of the screen then.

He does not have to read it in full. A few choice words sting his eyes, and he braces himself. He stares straight at Miyuki for a few seconds, not quite ready to let the offense go, and not quite ready to summon forth the girl. Miyuki's gone straight to it, and part of him does wonder if games of make-believe aren't as foreign to Miyuki as he had previously thought.

Lightly curling a hand to rest against his lips a loosely bent index finger, he clears his throat delicately, shifts to kneel more primly, and fixes the skirt of the dress while digging the hostage up.]

Perhaps. But, [while hand moves down, and gaze lifts,] now you've seen for yourself that I'm willing to do whatever it takes. [And the same hand moves again, this time to plant on the floor between them as girl leans in, staying on knees, free hand rising to run fingers under tie.]

I've been meaning to ask: what's the name of the cologne you wear? [Blue eyes, through the question, ascend to latch onto brown ones.]

[ Miyuki-the-captive wholly meant those words, too, and the amount of insult he sees taken does not make him want to rescind them. They are the truth, of his opinion anyway, and though he tried to be more delicate for the younger boy before out of perceived necessity to keep himself alive, Miyuki is done with how stuck he is on being rescued. Being punched wouldn't have made him apologize for himself, as it never has.

Alois is hardly multiple older, stronger boys. Miyuki is not an undergrown runt anymore. And it is years too late for anyone to keep the prickly, ugly armor from fusing almost indistinguishably into his flesh as he counted on no one but himself to nurse the wounds on his skin and in his chest alone, in a quiet house. To keep him from closing up and putting on a smile, laugh in the most grating, irritating way, as he learned to control what he couldn't before. Until the confidence became real.

Miyuki knows how to pretend alright. Only recently has he begun to be able to stop.

He does not rush the younger boy, as he is only just recovering. When Alois does speak, he hopes those words are meant, as Alois-the-boy. That he finally realizes they cannot rely on anyone coming to save them, not even this Claude person he has such irrational (in Miyuki's opinion) faith in. They're trapped, forced. But when you're faced against something seemingly so much more powerful, you don't wait for salvation. That's when you grit your teeth the hardest and keep your eyes ever on your goal.

He hopes the willingness to fulfill his role means Alois understands that. ]

Like it? [ The gang leader's lips slip into a sly little curve, amused by the blatant flirtation. Miyuki, amused because he doesn't bother wearing cologne. It's almost comforting to have the distance provided by pretend roles, as is feeling the other boy coming around to his own perception of the situation. Perhaps things will go more smoothly now. ]

I didn't think you were close enough to pick it up. The scent's pretty subtle.

[ He leans in a hair, playful little barb on his tongue. ]

When they come off too strong... it's kind of unappealing, isn't it?

[This whole tribulation is going to be tough on his ego. The gangster delivers the question as a tease, but Alois-the-boy has little to no doubts that Miyuki is giving him a plain message. He has to resist deeply-rooted tendency to sulk. What does Miyuki know of subtlety? It's difficult to get more subtle; it's not as if he has fans to open, or fold, or wave in just the exact way. But he supposes even fan flirtation is rather bold at this point. Everyone in society knows what the hidden messages are in it.

He knows how to pose, even in countenance, but the ugly truth is that he has no experience with the almost accidental subtle flirting that occurs between two courting people. His victims before were lecherous men, intentions obvious from the start. In the big house that now belongs to him, he started out bellow it, with the other boys, all of them only in enough cloth to cover between legs. The Earl Trancy liked to put him in elegant robes that fell open or were undone easily, and pinafore, and unless he was out of town on business, Alois wound up spending much of his time in the nude.

What could be coming off stronger than that?

It could easily seem a trifling thing to anyone else, but when he has to face it, it makes him even less confident of any ability or worth he might have. If he has no skill for even luring men, then not only is he damaged and dirty, but he's entirely useless.

The girl smiles faintly, over the vacancy that wants to flood Alois' eyes, and gives a tickled hum, retracting her hand, and settling back. She and Alois sit within each other neatly, hands resting on knees: a little white cat in perfect posture and careless gaze, swaying tail idly. Alois, as hostage, pretends to look around an imagined room the girl is being stowed inside.]

What a waste to wear it when you're stuck here with me. [Girl faces gang leader again, canting visage, and practically mocking on honeyed inflection:] Are you doing that badly off? Can't even get your subordinates to keep guard, huh? It's a pity, [she sighs, putting palm on floor to lounge a little more casually, small shoulder risen just so.]

Hm? Calling yourself grunt-work~?

[ It's true: the art of subtly is not something he cares to employ much. The mocking lilt and cock of his eyebrow are anything but. ]

Don't sell yourself short, princess. [ Delivered with a nice dollop of sarcasm on the nickname as Miyuki presses his hands to the floor at either side of himself, pushing to scoot backward to the side of the bed. ] You've been quite a handful already...

[ A veritable pain in his ass, though one he knows now he cares for the well-being of. There is a levity to his words, besides, as though they rest on a cushion of air. When he settles to lean back against the bed, one knee bent up and the other leg bent but flat on the floor underneath, his eyes go to the girl again. Travel up from skirt through the slight curve of her sitting figure, to face. ]

And you're not bad to look at, either.

[ He leans his head back a bit more, chin up and mouth crooked into a smirk. ]

You'll embarrass me if you say such things, [she replies, coy. That's how ladies are, isn't it? Not truly shy, but using it as a guise of enchantment. Inly, Alois wants to gag at the undeniable prospect of (some) men getting off to purity. It's always seemed counterintuitive to him.

He keeps the state of his character at ease comparably, but he's terribly on edge. What does Miyuki mean by having the gang leader react so? He's under no obligations to flirt, and Alois can't trust him to go that route, because he could switch gears whenever he sees fit, and not be punished for it. He's working over the question, as well, on how to extend the girl's own flirting without touching him or his clothing again. Not so immediately, at any rate. She wants to seduce for her own freedom, or it'll become her intention, the screen's instructed, so perhaps this kidnapped little idiot ought to express some concern for her deplorable father.]

—How long's it been? [False disquiet.] Have you still not heard from him?

They'll tell me if he gives us a ring. [ A small shrug, ] He does have a lot to make up to me~

[ It is entirely possible he's only having trouble finding the funds. Just as possible as having no intent on paying the gangster back and looking for help from other unsavory characters. Or, simply, giving up and leaving his daughter as the pound of flesh. Though the framework is there, there are also spots in the story where some leeway has been left for them.

The criminal rests a wrist on his knee, hand twisting and fingers briefly spread in a small gesture. ]

Your Daddy's hands haven't been clean for a long time now, you know.

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