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bakerstreet2016-12-19 01:53 am
ecchis) wrote in bakerstreet2016-12-19 01:53 am
taken from a prompt on rpanons
TRAPPED TOGETHER
a fuck or die smut meme
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 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
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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Younger finds older's studying gaze with a sidelong glance of his own, and partial smile. Not innocent, or polite, or amicable. The face is angelic, but one would still expect horns to blossom from his skull. This is not entirely the girl, but much of what Alois has tried to keep obscure of himself, out of the inability to cope with the first truest rejection he's ever felt.
She (and, for now, Alois in unison) stands with casual grace, the sort that's missed for assumed femininity, but is bewitching if those faint, easily overlooked gestures and motions are paid attention to. And with the same polished practice, and ease, soon she's standing just in front of him, facing him, imagine a little spotlight on her.]
You could really stand to be a bit more hedonistic, [sweetly. It is only middle and ring fingers which descend to pinch a bit of skirt, just above the hem, so as to keep the pinky and index suspended in that oh-so delicate, youthfully, girly fashion. Unhurried, she begins to lift it, continuing on mock pouting:]
What's the point of being the big, bad, boss if you won't let yourself have any fun? [There's the tops of thigh-highs, and smooth, plush thighs themselves, just a portion, but still the skirt rises.]
There may not be any monetary benefit, [purrs little kitten,] but you can still enjoy yourself. [She turns before revealing anything intimate in the front.] We could make a contract ourselves, there's something to gain from that, isn't there? [from over shoulder, the skirt stops, and in the pause awaiting his answer, a fraction of perky bottom and lilac lace are displayed for him.]
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You put a boy in a dress and he won't suddenly know how to move like a girl. Even if he tried, it would be exaggerated, a caricature. Completely unconvincing. But Alois reminds him again that he is unlike other boys, and an anxiousness creeps along Miyuki's skin as he steels himself.
Where she teases, he looks, and the gangster's gaze lingers with shameless appreciation. His brow arches, eyes flitting up to hers in a question he knows the answer to — she'll hardly show more so quick. Miyuki's question, however, is more concerned with the knife she (he?) holds up against his throat. She turns, and the illusion is kept in tact, brown eyes trailed down to catch sight of the panties two boys had picked out together, in what could have been another life for how distant it seems. ]
It wouldn't be very wise of me to make deals with the daughter of a thief.
[ Potential thief. It might run in the family. ]
But I'm listening~
[ Says her captive audience, gangster thoroughly amused with slightly lifted chin, Miyuki wry as he breathes in and out. ]
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If I can make you mad with desire, feel real good— You do know which kind, don't you? The take you to heaven sort, the nothing will ever feel right on earth again sort. If I can distract you from all your poor little worries, then you'll let me go. And, if not: [lightly shrugging, eyes drifting away for that one second,] sell me. Or you could keep me, and sell me as much as you like, over and over, well overcompensating for what was taken with time.
[She sways gently in place, skirt shifting in the air and around her behind.]
Or, of course, if there's something else you want more, go with that. [Now, she can't see him, face put forward while she feigns a stretch, not missing a beat, fluid enough to seem natural, if it weren't for the fact she placed herself just before him and knew to turn about. It extends her arms, elbows bent faintly, back curving a bit, and—whoops!—causing the skirt to be tugged outwards and rise enough to see most of uncovered rear, the lace panties that frame cheeks, while she's up briefly on toes, for the most fleeting half second, and then the skirt drops to hide the entirety of what she let him see. She doesn't look back to assess his reaction. It was an accident, duh.]
What've you got to lose?
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What a deal, though. The only thing he has to lose is — ]
A bargaining chip~
[ It is becoming more and more likely that it doesn't matter anymore, however, the longer her Daddy takes. Even with her confidence, it would be foolish of him not to take the deal. He has everything to gain and only an unfortunate little girl to lose. The potential income she could earn him can be made up by other means, nothing stipulating anything beyond her person, or what he can do after all is said and done.
He hums in thought he doesn't need, all delay from Miyuki and his search for a way out. She's declared her intent now, and Alois is following along after, isn't he? Miyuki must keep his eyes upon her and it should be nothing to weather through it. To rise to the challenge before all her confidence falls flat. ]
... Alright. You've got a deal.
[ He can do this. ]
Make my night, and you get your freedom. Otherwise? It's mine.
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Alois and girl turn to give gangster and teen-boy tiny smile as well. Despite his unusual build, the feminine, svelte softness, little wrists there, hidden naturally ever-drawn in stomach with that bit of baby fat that vanishes when he lies on his back, the slender but plump thighs, the lack of defining muscle or boyishness apart from the obvious, he's still a boy and there's not much to look at. He'd like Miyuki to find him pretty, and to be captured by every inch, but this is too wishful thinking even for him, particularly after everything that's occurred so far.
And to really sell it, he's certain he has to draw it out, and sparingly pass the spatula of frosting to the other occupant of the room for tastes, until that awful, sinful cake is haunting him.
She moves the short distance up to the bed, the toes of those silly, frilly heels a few millimeters away from the front of criminal's dress shoes, and then with single index, beckons him to sit up straighter, within reach.]
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He's sitting as a man, legs casually opened at an angle with hands resting now just outside thighs upon the bed. His head is tipped up slightly to face her, brows lifted as well, daring her to give him her best shot. Anticipation of an indulgence the man has perhaps too long avoided, apprehension for what the boy doesn't know, and doesn't know how he'll be able to take — she has his attention either way. ]
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Her lips halt before his, and for a moment, simply for the excuse of touch, she brings hand up to cup and stroke his cheek. Briefly, and then murmurs,] Don't lift your hands, got it?
[Not that Miyuki would want to touch him at all, but he, and she, hopes hostage has made herself enough of a temptation that gang leader will at least feel mildly annoyed, if not more so, but neither of them are optimistic victims of unfortunate circumstance. They're both flailing blindly, trying to obscure their lack of faith in a shroud of cool composure.
But she does kiss him, as she meant, gently and with almost mirage-like contact, fluttery, despite the open mouthness of it. A message of gratitude for allowing her a chance at rescuing herself, while not giving away too much. And, perhaps, although unknown to the boy-girl duo, the same teasing game gangster and Miyuki had decided on themselves.
The truth is that he does want to rush through everything. Not driven by some great desire for the older boy, even with his good looks, but because he wants it to end, and hasn't the pattern been each task getting worse. Dressing each other up was a disguise of innocence: look where it's gotten them. Doesn't Miyuki know it's going to get worse? Is his hesitance a sign of purity, is he afraid because he has something to keep whole? Is it disgust? What Alois wants to do is slap and shake him, because the method they're using to lean against each other with is prolonging everything.
This is how it is, however, and he has no interest, damning instructions aside, to seem eager. There's a permanence of self-disgust upon him like a second skin, but it's been a couple of years since he felt this painfully aware of it; and that locked in his throat itch to cry hasn't at all subsided, but if Miyuki can't stand him, it's because he deserves it. And if Miyuki, at any point in their captivity, or in going home, thinks what an abhorrent, unforgivably, contemptible child Alois is, it's because that's what he is, and so isn't it a matter of committing to what he's always been?
There's no signs of any of this, the thrashing salt water in her esophagus, and she draws away with a close-mouthed giggle, only after kissing him long enough to invoke the possibility of more, before yanking her every cell away. She's careful in stepping back to her former spot, Alois glancing up at the screen to ponder how to proceed next. Does it want him to expose himself entirely, was that short show enough? Where are Miyuki's proactive instructions? Is whoever it is keeping them here aware of how demeaning it is to throw oneself at someone who doesn't want them, even with a costume on?
If there are any clues of Alois' own distaste for the situation, it unintentionally displays itself here, with his soulless stare on the monitor, his resignation to all of it. Only a flicker, and then, how quickly can he reassume his role, turning face back to him endearingly, with airy giggle, eyes lighting up again, a different person, premature triumphant delight from girl-hostage. She doesn't think she's convinced the man of anything, but it is so fun to taunt.]
If anything, [engaging him in small talk,] it'll be nice for you to enjoy yourself, won't it? [Elbows bending upward, so she can reach behind and undo the button at the topmost part of the dress at the back of her neck.] I could be wrong, but you seem all business. Don't want to get wrinkles, do you?
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Yes, ma'am~
[ Teasing, indulgent. The man is entertained rather than annoyed by the captive girl with the gall to give him orders. There's nothing to feel threatened by, and not enough want in him as of yet to begrudge her such a rule. After all, he might as well play her game and enjoy himself. Just not too much.
It helps the teenager, too, making light of it. Because the truth of it is, he doesn't mind the feather-like kiss he's given, eyes sliding half-shut and grin waning to a mere quirk of his lips. He wouldn't mind kissing the other boy at all, if it did not portend something more. If it did not draw up something within himself that anticipates it.
But something else solid, heavy, resilient weighs it down, as it has from the very beginning. And on top of that rests even more now, from getting to know the other boy, sympathy and growing fondness compounding upon the guilt already there. But she and he have the skill to coax desire out from under that weight, and that is worth fearing.
Perhaps he is only delaying the inevitable, not so oblivious as to be blind to the course of their captor's prompting. There is something in him that still wishes to preserve the other boy, to save him and help him. In this place, it may seem a futile thing, but... he cannot accept giving in so easily. Miyuki is watching him and this would be so much easier if he didn't care. But he does, and seeing that resignation in the other boy makes him wish to move his hands and grab onto him. Tell Alois that they'll get through this, he'll do everything he can. He swears.
The girl slips back on stage and the gangster does as well, with a snort. ]
You sound like a doting wife. It's too bad — some boy out there's gonna have a lonely life~
[ There is an airy levity to it all, even as he shows his teeth sharp and ruthless, eye so surely drawn up to her neck. ]
... Maybe I enjoy my work. Besides, I'm the big, bad boss, yeah? I can't rest my head too much.
[ And he gives a short laugh again, ]
Too many people want it~
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Then, dainty hands raise to dainty shoulders, where, bit by bit, she peels the top of the dress away. More neck is revealed, clavicle, skin just under—all slow. Here, as dress takes its time being slipped down her, Alois' shyness peeks out behind the curtain of the girl: he can't hold that sultry gaze any longer, and his lashes flutter for a half-second when his sight drops away to permit him to hide away from the teenager watching behind criminal. The dress is at the center of her ribs, more of the boy-child she resides within bared.
If it were different, the atmosphere not like this, maybe two boys splashing in a public washing pool, or brook, he wouldn't be so suddenly diffident. There's a quiet heaving to his chest, also signs of nervousness, but he's trying. Confidence is easy enough to fake when the person you're seducing already has sickening cravings, but Alois wants so badly to apologize for having to do it, that Miyuki's made to watch, but what good would it do? And, he'd be punished for so blatantly breaking character, wouldn't he?
Internally, he's tugging the girl's skirts, even needier and helpless than she is, begging her to put her eyes back where his is, don't let him look so perturbed. She grants his wish, and there she is again: eyes lifted with subdued amusement, smiling for her personal captor again. Dress only just making it passed navel, slim stomach, the screen quickly dims and brightens again with further directions:
REMEMBER: THE HOSTAGE IS FEMALE IN EVERY CONCEIVABLE WAY, DOWN TO THE LAST DETAIL.
THE ACTOR'S BODY IS NOT HER BODY.
SHE WILL FINISH REMOVING THE DRESS, THEN TRY TO TEMPT THE GANG LEADER MORE BY FEELING AND MASSAGING HIM. SHE WILL AVOID TOUCHING ANYWHERE EXPLICITLY INTIMATE.
She and boy pause once more, in order to read, and it takes them even longer to return to gangster, to Miyuki, to the task one is forced into and the other thinks is a potential ticket to freedom. There's a shuddering exhalation, and Alois just barely keeps his eyes from fogging up, but—and still trying—he has a tougher time summoning ersatz confidence, borrowing some from her. Their eyes keep lifting with the intention of holding steady gaze, but never quite make it to brown eyes before they're bouncing away again, and small face blooms with the rouge of boy's chagrin.
After one more slowly released breath in attempt to mollify rattled nerves, dress at hips, she drops it to her ankles, where it pools around her white shoes, leaving her in thigh-high stockings, the very shoes momentarily covered by mess of dress, and those lilac panties. Despite the monitor's calculated reminder, the physical reality is a boy standing in these same clothes. In a way, his body is girlish, sharing softness and slightness, not muscular like an athlete, or knight, but not gawky, lanky, or gangling either, not skinny in the way some boys are where it looks like their bones are too big for their body. And although, the front of panties makes his true gender unmistakable, it's only the smallest, telling mound. What he has scarcely disrupts the integrity of the panties, if it all.
There are reasons for this—the entirety of his shape, delayed blossoming despite the genetic premature growth spurt to his height, but they're neither here not there.
A small knee bends slightly, as if meaning to step forward, but Alois must've considered that a self-assured girl would give the gang leader a chance to admire her for a moment first, and he stays put just a bit longer.]
What's there to enjoy about a life like this? It seems lonely, if you ask me.
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But she's back, and Miyuki isn't safe. The dress falls lower, the water rises in turn, and the boy lifts his chin slightly as it feels like his throat's engulfed. Again there is a pause, and the change in light triggers something now in his brain, knowing that it means a potential change in tack or at the least that it needs his attention. Miyuki's gaze darts over.
And he gasps for air, sharp and quick, clenching hands into the mattress before he sets his eyes back on the girl again. That... He almost forgot. His orders were so simple and yet he dropped them in the span of a blink. Shaken out from the costume of a man, Miyuki looks for a moment frazzled, vague anger for the feeling of being tricked, for falling for it. Looking almost lost when he searches the figure before him and can't find the other boy's gaze anymore, no longer knows the totality of the instructions behind it. Alois is still there, though, isn't he? He can see him — that reluctance. He —
The dress falls and the water takes him under. His eyes are to her but he's not breathing, still as stone as that pressure surrounding his chest covers his mind. His eyes can't leave, and they start to fall over the other. That slender softness that... is so odd on a boy. And there is the feeling like something is off, all at once Alois appears so apparently small.
And there, Miyuki finds relief. It is as though someone pulled the stopper, water draining down and allowing him room to breathe, to think. Seeing Alois' person almost bare is a stark reminder that the other boy is young, and enough to keep that heavy weight of before firmly down. With the fleeting looks of shame he'd caught as well, Miyuki wishes to take his own suit jacket and cover the boy, hide him from their captor.
And from whatever that last prompt was; that unknown that sets him on edge and keeps him, while pitying, that littlest bit wary of what the other boy is going to do.
The outrage for their situation he's felt before draws up again, but he merely recognizes it and moves on. Miyuki takes in a full breath, lets it out, and the roving look over her is admiring, yes. But it is so obvious that Miyuki's gripping at the back of the gangster's head, fingers snarled, making him do it. ]
... One night's not gonna fix that.
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His head is splitting with the apologies that want to pour out of him. His mind, habitually, keeps trying to retreat, and it won't be good, and Miyuki, already in the worst situation, will be angry, and yes, his acting isn't good at all in the attempt to keep this facade up.
He can't look at him, he clenches his own wrist, not gently flaunting like he has for others before, but wanting to cave inward and trying to tether himself where he is. His voice stops and starts, straying away from everything, and wandering back,]
I don't— Maybe not. But. [The first step is a stumble, because he practically has to break his legs to make them move, but he finds his balance, and shakily proceeds.] You can go away from a lonely life in one night...
[What does he do? He wants this to be normal: he wants to be effortless, impressive, to flow through it as easily as he's done before. He's acting pathetic, virginal, meek. He wants to get Miyuki out of this and this isn't helping, he's going to lengths—does Miyuki know?
He tries, reaches with intention of touching him with interest, but it's not convincing in the least: a hand to shoulder, mechanical and platonic, and his breathing is too quick.]
I can't do anything else, [he makes her choke out the whisper, but it's a disclosure from Alois to Miyuki, trying to make him understand. His eyes, stinging, go to wall, unable to face him, and he squeezes shoulder, still trying to muster up the parts of him that know how to do this, to lock the girl into place, but she's a phantom. He wishes the monitor would tell them to stop the charade, so he can ask Miyuki if there's any hope, if he'll be receptive, because Alois doesn't want to touch or bother him if he doesn't want to be.
Earlier, things had been a touch lighter, a little bit fun, but Miyuki managed to trick him, too. Would seeing him through his mean instead killing him? If he behaves like it's unbearable, would it be more kind to lead him to death himself, get him out that way? He's never killed anyone, save unfortunate butterfly, and he doesn't think he could, but why does Miyuki keep at it, considering everything, considering how it makes him feel?
Wondering how to improve upon things for older boy is his breaking point, he feels useless beyond comprehension, ugly, foul and he erupts into the quickest sob, girl vanishing for a second, there's the telling strangling, before younger boy gasps back into reality, gasping in and out, there but shaken, and putting hands, for now, only on shoulders, or upper arms, over clothes, mindlessly.]
Do you even like girls? [forced, shrill. frantic giggle. Alois stomping girl back into his body.] You keep acting like you're afraid of me. Are you a virgin? [using her voice to communicate with teenager.] If you're afraid of me, you have to tell me, because I don't want to do the things you don't want, mister, you know? I'd rather die than do that to someone. Are you afraid? [A persistence in the question because he's afraid, and he's can't remember ever feeling this vulnerable, this out of control, this alone. Miyuki's repulsed. Claude's doesn't want him anymore.]
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It's thin as paper now, his fellow captive's plea called through the girl's words and wrenching him forward through it. I can't do anything else — he knows. He knows. Alois did so well and Miyuki's letting him down despite all he'd said. Losing sight of the goal when he's stumbled upon much less clear things to consider on the way, not knowing which way around is the right one. His hands jump up — and that rule was hers, after all, not the monitor's — at the sight of distress, though knowing he has no way to stop it.
Maybe he's led them to a dead end.
One of his hands grips at Alois' wrist, gently. It feels like the girl's questions are biting through him but Miyuki doesn't flinch. He likes girls. He likes guys, too. Yes, he's done little more than kissing with either. Hell yes, he's afraid, though not of that. The reflex to say the opposite rears up, to erect himself as that pillar for the other boy who is so clearly shaken and lost. Not let him doubt that Miyuki is any less than perfectly confident and dependable.
But lying's brought them here. ]
I'm terrified.
[ The gangster supplies a wisp of sarcasm that saves the boy from baring himself completely, but he does not have the power to mask what exhaustion mars Miyuki's face, expression breaking open into vulnerability. ]
Never... been more scared in my life.
[ His hand grips tighter to Alois and he hardens his gaze to look at him, a grin cracked into his lips to break it to the girl that what was a confession for Alois is only a joke for her. And for the both of them, ]
Believe it or not... You don't scare me at all.
[ Alois, by himself, isn't the danger. He's the one in danger, in Miyuki's mind. He may be afraid of hurting the older boy, but Miyuki doesn't see it like that at all. What he's most afraid of right now is the younger boy hurting himself on him, finding Miyuki's edges and cutting himself upon them and he doesn't want that. It doesn't matter how many wounds he may have sustained before.
But that ultimatum she presents leaves him with that, or something worse. Don't die. Please — Miyuki's hand slips up to ensconce the smaller one at his shoulder, covering it. He can't all of a sudden make himself want the other boy physically, but of course he can make himself do the motions. It is still as he's said before: he'll do what he has to. He did it before. Why isn't that enough? ]
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But the hand he's captured wrist with tightens, gaze becomes more meaningful, Miyuki tells him he's not scared of him, and Alois, flimsy, and fickle, and untrusting of himself, disbelieving of what he's heard, withdraws. It's at least not quite as permanent as before, and after a moment of his hiding, he peeks back out, up to other captive.
He stares at the hand over his, internally tries breathing life back into the girl, and he still doesn't know what to do. This should be easy. Many times before, it's been easy. Considerations on how to ease Miyuki into being okay with being touched, whether starting off or asking him, feel uncomfortable and awkward and somehow painful merely as thoughts. Miyuki's trying to keep the gangster intact, he could do the same. Should.
Different personas would be like a buffer of sorts for them, wouldn't they?
He can't tease or slip back into it the same way he had before, when he had the skirt to use as a prop, but... No. He never truly got anywhere, did he? Miyuki was acting as much as he was, which is a fair enough thing, but then Miyuki wanted to stop. So, now what? If Alois leans into kiss, cradle cheek, or put fingers into hair, will Miyuki, who's said, promised, he'll do what it takes, come to meet him and then desert him before they've made adequate progress again? Leave Alois continually floundering, and for how long—a night, days, weeks, years? Miyuki seems certain they'll make it out, but how long is this going to last?
Is it cruel of him to think, after Miyuki's wrists were bound, after he had to put up with the embarrassment of Alois dressing him, that largely, in the time they've been here, he's had the easiest time of it? That his demands are minimal. Throw herself at him, convince him, make a fool of yourself, let him laugh at you. This is what the monitor is really saying. How long. How much more.
It wants them to be of a certain way, and he can't muster up desire if Miyuki has none either. At this point in figuring out how to proceed, he's just nearly in the process of trying to remove himself, but it dawns on him that perhaps he doesn't need any of that. Maybe he can turn mind off, not go away entirely, but mute himself to wondering, to sensation, to Miyuki's lacking, and autopilot through it. It's been a long time since he's worked in that kind of existence, and it was never planned on, only an accident, but at this point, he feels it's only one of two options.
He does wind up leaning in to get them going again, beginning with kiss—light, but so far removed from his kissing before, emotionless—in order to more seamlessly guide fingers up trapezius, and let them idle at nape of neck with the ghosting, tender scrapes of fingernails. He closes his eyes, not because he's reveling or swooning, but because he doesn't want to look at Miyuki, who doesn't want this, and if he does, if he has to, he'll end up crying, and that's not the girl.]
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Miyuki's eyes stay open and his mind is detached, initially, from the kiss. It is only as a test that he lets his eyes slide shut too long to be a blink, and sighs when he doesn't feel that punishing constriction at his neck in reply. They must be past the scope of his simple order then, now that the dress is off. And now he is allowed to turn his head as well, to look at the new instruction on screen.
But he doesn't yet. This, finally pressing into the kiss and actually being a part of it, he can do. Though it is light his lips move, tip of tongue slips between, and he searches for the boy he'd shared a kiss with before. Perhaps lacking in the desire their audience wishes to see, perhaps misguided, he imbues it with affection and gentle attempt to comfort. Lets his hand wander down till fingers brush along the other boy's side, coming to rest at his waist.
When he breaks it his eyes are open, head tilting as he presses a stray kiss to the corner of the younger boy's lips. Now he takes the chance to peek over at the monitor, head turning a bit more as he reads it over. There is an unseen flare of anger for the beginning of it, but the rest doesn't seem too difficult, to him. ]
... C'mere.
[ A quiet, even exhalation as he urges him close with his hand, if Alois will allow it. He's not perfect, he can't fix this. But rather than not even looking at him, or thinking of someone else or somewhere else, or forcing himself on him — Miyuki's still trying to be here with him. ]
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But soon enough Miyuki's responding to kiss with a bit of tongue, giving it a little more life than Alois was able, making it sweet, reaching into the pool of girl who the sinking boy inside of has been trying to solidify to clasp his hand, and the barer youth tenses in response, resistant. Which is an inkling of his wanting to respond in turn, because the kissing before had been so enjoyable, but he's weighing the risks.
He isn't mechanical Jim from before, he can't force that way of being, Claude's molded him into being too emotional, and emotion does seep from his shabby armor: nearly starting to bow his head away to break kiss before it's over with a little anxious, peeping whine—but stopping himself before he does, guilty closed eyes squeezing shut is a display of his acute awareness, a hand coming to lay at chest pressing down from his rigidity.
Alois' eyes flutter open, as well, in spite of himself, when Miyuki first pulls back, and they remain doubtfully downcast as he places peck to corner of lips, averting when in the periphery of his vision he can tell the older boy is taking a moment to read the screen.
His soft encouraging, hand and voice, are magnets for unsure eyes, younger one looking up, soon with dampened blinking—his assumption wasn't incorrect, he knew to look at him would lead to this, he's so sorry. He does slip closer, slow and nervous, but nevertheless, and shakes his head lightly, pressing thin arms to spilling eyes to try and subdue them.
He pats blindly for a way to make the atmosphere for them pleasant again, not tense, or dreadful, or unbearable. The girl is confident, but Alois' uncertainty overwhelms her, and they hiccup out:]
That suit— really becomes you.
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Oh yeah... ?
[ A subtle teasing tone, lighthearted and pointing back to similar compliments before, that neither gangster nor girl heard. ]
... You gonna help me loosen it up, or should I do the honors?
[ His tries not to point one way or the other, give the younger boy a free choice when the older doesn't know which might make it easier for him. Miyuki can take off his jacket, undo his tie, and allow Alois that time to collect himself before he has to do anything, or Alois can start with it, using it to ease into touching him that way. ]
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They slow, and he manages to calm himself, leaving him with an innocently stupefied visage for what he's heard; expression alone asking, You mean—
Miyuki isn't going to leave him alone. Whatever his qualms are, even if they've stuttered to stops, he's trying, which is more than Alois feels he's rightly owed. And, he should behave more appreciatively, shouldn't he?
The other boy has no obligations to go as far as his teasing, and blue-eyes well up once more to know this, but before they've fallen again, Alois tries to interrupt the embarrassment of his continual, helpless weeping by throwing himself into replying,]
Ah! I- I'll do it! [So earnest, reaching for lapels. Miyuki doesn't know, or perhaps he has the cognizance to be clued in by already figuring out earlier that Alois has a penchant for lying, but he's in extremely rare sights: this clumsy, wholly honest display. No smoky gaze, or curling lips, or figurative purring. None of the false gestures he's used to captive in his lifetime before, just Alois, for a moment, purely setting to start helping him free of suit jacket.
It's an accident, Alois wanting to be in the moment with Miyuki, and he winces in that telltale way, one hand straying to go to his neck, but he remembers the girl, and he's fine in the next second with exhalation.]
I mean, [she's speaking now, possessing Alois, who becomes a little ghost stealing hopeful glances up at the boy hidden behind gangster.] You'd like me to do it, wouldn't you? [Angling into him, tugging jacket down shoulders as far as she can get them by leaning in this way.]
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That was merely an accident, however, that Alois can fix on his own. Just a little slip, and Miyuki watches the girl placed back where she needs to be. ]
Well, I'm not gonna turn down the chance to be undressed by a pretty girl~
[ And the gangster is back in place as well, easier to slip into when he isn't needed to hide inside totally, no longer so much of a crutch. He sits straighter as the jacket's peeled down off the breadth of his shoulders, showing the crisp white shirt underneath that's taken in by black vest. Miyuki pulls up at his arms to slip them out of sleeves and leave jacket totally behind, the look of his outfit less complete now but more relaxed because of that. ]
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The sigh is easy-going from her, but almost petulant from him, and she shifts her weight to come in close once again. Heels of palms meet in middle of chest, resting fingers slightly angled outward, and for the simple purpose of giving him some modest measure of sensation, she slides them downward.
It's vest she chooses to start with first, not tie, undoing the top button, and then asking,]
Are you always this trusting?
[She moves in to kiss him to prevent an answer, at least immediately, and shifts knees nearer, moving onto second button.]
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D— [ But his retort is silenced, the girl managing to surprise him into stillness for a second. Amused, his lips quirk before he presses into it, keeping it chaste and short before separating by a breath. ]
Didn't hear me before?
[ And he's back, as though he hadn't stopped. Eyelids slid half shut, he makes as though to linger and deepen the kiss. But with only a teasing swipe of his tongue he's gone again, pulling away and relaxing into his shoulders. ]
You don't scare me one bit.
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Rather than begin to remove it, she plants a small hand beyond its opening on his stomach, casually resting, then purposely pressing down, and Alois is, inwardly, delighted by what they feel hidden below, hint of muscle under fabric. Hand smooths in a lazy trail upward, remaining in center, and she languidly moves to put herself between his legs for better access, not willing to give obvious enticement by straddling him—but that could all be driven by Alois, too nervous for it by the lack of his own barriers, not ready in the slightest to risk more amplified sensation alone, knowing he finds Miyuki terribly striking, that, though young, he fits the bill for his type, not if he doesn't have to.]
Oh, no? [she asks, with faux pout, fingers presently meandering aimlessly and not-quite innocently along torso.] Not even the littlest bit? [One hand finds its way to run carefully down firm side, the other's finger twirling into tie.] How do you know I'm not just waiting until your guard is down, [simultaneously she's near his lips, while hand fiddling with tie moves higher, and it may seem she's drawing in to kiss him again, she comes so close, and then deserts him to go round cheek instead, finishing with quiet whisper to ear:] how do you know I'm not unforgivably wicked?
This would be an unfavorable predicament, wouldn't it? [An almost helpless lilting at her own joke, still whispery, while she loosens tie.]
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For more than one reason, as she draws in close and neither of them can help the way Miyuki's chin lifts slightly in anticipation. Led willingly and amused by the ploy, when her lips go beside his head instead. His chest fills and tightens, instinctively holding on as her whispers pour more warmth through his ear, trickling lower, finally spreading faster down his neck once he breathes out, ]
... I dunno about that.
[ He moves his head, a little tilt and lengthening of his neck, surely just feeling out the new freedom as she fiddles his tie loose and not the restlessness she's kicked up. Same as with his hand lifting and once more going to her side, ]
What are you gonna do to me? Got a knife hidden somewhere?
[ The roughness of his fingers barely brush down smooth, bare skin, blindly tracing the slender curve of waist and hip before they're stopped at the top of panties. ]
I'd be very impressed~
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What is he thinking? What does Miyuki mean?
They're too far in, have had enough interaction for Alois to absorb certain things, that his ego isn't so inflated he'd think Miyuki is beginning to reciprocate because he wants to. Does his arm feel twisted some how, is he resentful? He doesn't want it to be like that, not if there's room for choice. Response is nice, but at what cost?
Dress shirt gets to feel the bulk of his shivery, unsure respiration, while he absently, with much less confidence, lets one hand roam over it and chest to keep in line with commands. But soon, he's still, taking the risk because Miyuki being comfortable is far more important to him than what will come if he steps out of his disguise for a moment.]
You don't have to do that, [quick, apologetic, and only after turning his face inward, pressing it down to muffle timidly against his shoulder. He tenses, knees digging into the bed, one hand fisting into shirt. It's slightly longer than the accident—this was deliberate disobedience, after all; but he unwinds soon enough, intending to bring girl back, in that transition, which makes his smile less hers, and more on the little bit too wide side, too forced when he lifts his head to show that everything's fine, see, see?]
There are lots of ways, [she declares, moving to the forefront once more, and sitting up to not unbutton his shirt entirely, but at least undo a couple buttons to help him feel more at ease.] Some women put poison in their lipstick, you know. [Sly, playful glance. She moves in close again, firmly and gently kneading his abdomen, fingertips inching lower.]
Maybe I wanna take you down slow, [with the scarcest nip to his lower lip.]
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However, his concern stays focused on Alois and how unsteady he seems. The other boy sudden pushing the girl aside to talk to him and that telltale tension almost make his hand jump back again. But it's over and the words are sinking in, that unnatural smile likely meant to reassure him and not doing well at it.
His hands stay down now upon the mattress and Miyuki stares with a slight narrowing of his eyes, an absence of even the little usual upward curve to his mouth. He's annoyed and doesn't care to hide it, even though he can't actually lecture the other boy. Alois did that on purpose, a completely unnecessary flirt with their captor's wrath, in Miyuki's eyes. And all to tell him that, as though he'd had to make himself touch him?
There wasn't any deliberation behind it, really. Just a natural reaction to the other boy coming in close and touching him, and to it being Alois doing so. Now, Miyuki is at first detached as those hands feel over his abdomen, still with a stern look and not as responsive to the touch as before. Though the coldness does begin to melt under the kneading descent of the other boy's hands, ]
I'd be flattered~. Spending that much time on me... ?
[ The gangster replies with a playful nip in return, but Miyuki makes it more — a bite with the force of his silent scolding before he draws back, smile drawn across his lips again as he rolls his shoulders. ]
Careful now, or I'll start thinking you actually like me.
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Add onto this that he's young, and misunderstandings will happen. Although, he's certain Miyuki didn't intend for anything (forced hand and all), he still touched him, and while Alois has to put himself in a certain state of mind to make things work, it doesn't help to be touched, no matter how platonic, or incidental.
Alois has this (hilarious) idea that Miyuki is pure, and perhaps he doesn't know these things, but even if there's no hidden meaning behind a touch, in such circumstances, one or the other person will still wonder about meaning, or feel—want to feel meaning if they're a little improved. It's probably safe to say the gap of himself is cut so deep, that he wants to find meaning in any touch.
He doesn't do a too shabby job ignoring Miyuki's confusing irritation in favor of keeping with his role. Up until the older boy finds a way to translate his scolding. He bites him, and Alois peeps instantly, staring bewildered at his mouth.]
You—
[He was going to nicely tease inner thighs, but now, young, and bratty, and spoiled, he counters by pinching—yes, hard, he's trying to get through trousers after all—the inside of his leg. Just a little tweak, followed by a defiantly daring look.]
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