Anyway. As they say, third time's the charm, right?
[And with THAT bomb of a news, he slumps on his pillow, his expression softening a little.]
But don't worry...I got better. Diva saved me. [Ren should at least in passing know her, he's pretty certain.] I think you can conclude what might have happened next.
[And before Ren can go all bleeding heart on him;]
I don't regret trying to stop her shadow. It barely changes anything as far as life goes. Nothing like weaknesses to sunlight, garlic or holy water. Well...apart from the fact that my appetite is out of control. [Here, he points to the apples.] Just one used to satiate me until supper.
[First it was by the hand, now he just gently pulls him closer by the collar so their heads can touch.]
Of course, I also have an appetite for something else too...especially after certain...activities.
[Congratulations, one of your boyfriends(?!) is a monster and he's sort of hornier for it(?!)]
[ As Akechi likely predicted, Ren goes through an emotional rollercoaster at breakneck speed from start to finish, barely absorbing one piece of information before they’re moving onto the next. He couldn’t say when he slumped back onto the tops of Akechi’s thighs, equal parts mute horror and concern, fingers knotting uselessly into the front of the other boy’s shirt.
But when he’s drawn forward he’s more or less succeeded in getting a handle on - whatever Akechi has enjoyed shocking out of him. Fear. Genuine compassion. The latter less so because he never seems to want anything to do with Ren’s bleeding heart, as he puts it, but regardless it’s there, announced in the gentle sensation of his hands then framing Akechi’s face and tilting him as though whatever changes he had undergone would be readily apparent.
Consternation knits his brow, conceding to himself that it’s a fruitless search, but that excuse to touch Goro in a tender context burns his fingertips where they meet the detective’s skin. Any such thing is more like striking a match than extinguishing his curiosity. ]
...I can’t leave you alone for five minutes without you getting in over your head. It’s a little impressive.
[ Finally Ren smirks, but it’s faint, permissive of glossing the gory details over for the time being. There are a lot of questions that he wants to ask, but somehow don’t seem the most pressing if Akechi is this at peace in his own skin. Ren...can’t complain?
Ren all but drapes himself over Akechi’s chest at this point, bracing himself over him with his arms bracketing in Akechi’s head, but Ren knows better than to think the position - or any that Akechi doesn’t like - is permanent for the moment. ]
So what I’m getting is: super strength, super appetite, super sexy. Gotcha.
[It is a little too soft as far as Akechi is concerned, and he looked a little confused as Ren 'handles' his face, as if he's looking for something. Then he laughs a little. Rude. But he sort of expects it. It's how they 'talk'.]
Truth be told, it was a little more than that. If it kept up, I am fairly certain that Yusuke would have gone mad. [Aaaamd certainly not Akechi cause that woud be dumb. Caring about people...PAH! But then he goes for the double-whammy as he looks over him and stumbles a little at the words.]
Super sexy?! [What?!] I can't even begin to think what drew you to that conclusion.
[But he does manage to add;]
You've always been a dominant in name only. This changes nothing.
[Oh please, it's not like you lost your previous battles Akechi. Now he's just egging him on.]
[ It’s a pretty face. Should be no surprise that Ren likes looking at it. Even less surprising is Akechi deflecting what it is he felt during Ren’s “leave”, but Ren isn’t here to bail water out of that particular sinking ship tonight, happy that he got to corner Akechi at all.
Instead he gets to tease him, which is all its own foreplay, really. ]
I worry that you’ve never been on the right internet forums.
[ Please tell him you’ve seen The Sound Of Water. PLEASE.
And oh, all that does is make Ren smile that smile he uses whenever his kindness is the sugar hiding the poison. ]
Akechi-kin, would you mind removing your shirt? I forget which one of us has a little tattoo that says “Ren Amamiya’s bitch” on it, courtesy of Duplicity.
[He's not quite certain what Ren is getting at, but goes with the flow, so to speak.]
I've seen forums that you wouldn't have access to. Trust me, I've read and seen far worse than whatever you mean.
[He has not and takes it a little too literally. But then, there's something about Ren's smile that gets him a little more riled up. As the words spill out of Ren's lips he blinks in surprise first at the request, and then the cutting words that end with the perfect insult to ruffle Akechi's feather ever-so-perfectly.]
You...
[It stings, despite the harsh truth of it all (even if not literally) and pushes Akechi to snarl at him, perhaps to remind Ren that he's not dealing with just a sword, but an atomic bomb. His fangs appear as his mouth opens. My, my what sharp teeth you have, Akechi. He doesn't really remove the shirt so much as push it upward but only for his back so that it is visible, but still covering his front. He then sits upright, both to push Ren a little lower, but also so that he can manifest the wings behind himself. The bat-like leathery wings spill on both sides of the bed. Just in case Ren thought he was kidding. His eyes glow red before they return to normal.]
[ The rest of the air rushes out of Ren’s lungs with a soft oof when his back hits the mattress flat. Akechi always did have a threatening aura about him in bed, an aggression that Ren took as pushback on his inexperience mingled with his resentment for Ren, smoldering embers fit to flare up with the right fuel.
Ren seemed to have found the right fuel. He’s seen this a bit - flashes of red and dark, incorporeal slashes of white and black as Loki pressed at the back of Akechi’s psyche. But this - this is new entirely.
It’s quiet in the wake of that challenge, more so because Ren if faintly taking in the wings and the glimmer of something bloodier than before. So it’s true, huh.
Slowly, an eye cast to Akechi’s face, Ren reaches a hand toward one wing, skimming lightly where its solid structure connects with the flat of Akechi’s back. An absentminded smile grows, reaching Ren’s eyes as he completely ignores the mortal danger he’s in while presses curious fingers into the heavier musculature that supports the wings, quietly taken in that moment. ]
[He was too easy to rile up, when one(1) Ren Amamiya was involved. He realized his stupidity mere seconds later, the odd contrast of silence that followed his outburst as his rival contemplated Akechi's wings.
Of course, leave it be for the Gentleman Phantom Thief to continue to throw safety out the window, moving close to him as Goro had dared to challenge him. It still is a relatively new sensation to feel warm hands touching the wings that wasn't the air when he flew. The smile upon Ren's face causing confusion as he poked and prodded, knowing full well Akechi could just fling him now if he really wanted.]
No. [His voice is low when he speaks. Almost like a growl rising from his throat.] Transformation is as painless as donning a Metaverse outfit...however there is an action to a reaction. The more I use it, the more...
[He can't help himself, with Ren being so close. The wing his rival is tending to closes almost like a cape around the other, as Akechi briefly moves his mouth at the other's neck. His fangs touch at the skin, but not piercing it before he pulls back, his breathe so close Ren would feel it on his skin.]
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[And with THAT bomb of a news, he slumps on his pillow, his expression softening a little.]
But don't worry...I got better. Diva saved me. [Ren should at least in passing know her, he's pretty certain.] I think you can conclude what might have happened next.
[And before Ren can go all bleeding heart on him;]
I don't regret trying to stop her shadow. It barely changes anything as far as life goes. Nothing like weaknesses to sunlight, garlic or holy water. Well...apart from the fact that my appetite is out of control. [Here, he points to the apples.] Just one used to satiate me until supper.
[First it was by the hand, now he just gently pulls him closer by the collar so their heads can touch.]
Of course, I also have an appetite for something else too...especially after certain...activities.
[Congratulations, one of your boyfriends(?!) is a monster and he's sort of hornier for it(?!)]
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But when he’s drawn forward he’s more or less succeeded in getting a handle on - whatever Akechi has enjoyed shocking out of him. Fear. Genuine compassion. The latter less so because he never seems to want anything to do with Ren’s bleeding heart, as he puts it, but regardless it’s there, announced in the gentle sensation of his hands then framing Akechi’s face and tilting him as though whatever changes he had undergone would be readily apparent.
Consternation knits his brow, conceding to himself that it’s a fruitless search, but that excuse to touch Goro in a tender context burns his fingertips where they meet the detective’s skin. Any such thing is more like striking a match than extinguishing his curiosity. ]
...I can’t leave you alone for five minutes without you getting in over your head. It’s a little impressive.
[ Finally Ren smirks, but it’s faint, permissive of glossing the gory details over for the time being. There are a lot of questions that he wants to ask, but somehow don’t seem the most pressing if Akechi is this at peace in his own skin. Ren...can’t complain?
Ren all but drapes himself over Akechi’s chest at this point, bracing himself over him with his arms bracketing in Akechi’s head, but Ren knows better than to think the position - or any that Akechi doesn’t like - is permanent for the moment. ]
So what I’m getting is: super strength, super appetite, super sexy. Gotcha.
I’m the Dominant only in name now, huh?
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Truth be told, it was a little more than that. If it kept up, I am fairly certain that Yusuke would have gone mad. [Aaaamd certainly not Akechi cause that woud be dumb. Caring about people...PAH! But then he goes for the double-whammy as he looks over him and stumbles a little at the words.]
Super sexy?! [What?!] I can't even begin to think what drew you to that conclusion.
[But he does manage to add;]
You've always been a dominant in name only. This changes nothing.
[Oh please, it's not like you lost your previous battles Akechi. Now he's just egging him on.]
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Instead he gets to tease him, which is all its own foreplay, really. ]
I worry that you’ve never been on the right internet forums.
[ Please tell him you’ve seen The Sound Of Water. PLEASE.
And oh, all that does is make Ren smile that smile he uses whenever his kindness is the sugar hiding the poison. ]
Akechi-kin, would you mind removing your shirt? I forget which one of us has a little tattoo that says “Ren Amamiya’s bitch” on it, courtesy of Duplicity.
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I've seen forums that you wouldn't have access to. Trust me, I've read and seen far worse than whatever you mean.
[He has not and takes it a little too literally. But then, there's something about Ren's smile that gets him a little more riled up. As the words spill out of Ren's lips he blinks in surprise first at the request, and then the cutting words that end with the perfect insult to ruffle Akechi's feather ever-so-perfectly.]
You...
[It stings, despite the harsh truth of it all (even if not literally) and pushes Akechi to snarl at him, perhaps to remind Ren that he's not dealing with just a sword, but an atomic bomb. His fangs appear as his mouth opens. My, my what sharp teeth you have, Akechi. He doesn't really remove the shirt so much as push it upward but only for his back so that it is visible, but still covering his front. He then sits upright, both to push Ren a little lower, but also so that he can manifest the wings behind himself. The bat-like leathery wings spill on both sides of the bed. Just in case Ren thought he was kidding. His eyes glow red before they return to normal.]
Remove it yourself if you're so eager.
[That is not his normal voice.]
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[ The rest of the air rushes out of Ren’s lungs with a soft oof when his back hits the mattress flat. Akechi always did have a threatening aura about him in bed, an aggression that Ren took as pushback on his inexperience mingled with his resentment for Ren, smoldering embers fit to flare up with the right fuel.
Ren seemed to have found the right fuel. He’s seen this a bit - flashes of red and dark, incorporeal slashes of white and black as Loki pressed at the back of Akechi’s psyche. But this - this is new entirely.
It’s quiet in the wake of that challenge, more so because Ren if faintly taking in the wings and the glimmer of something bloodier than before. So it’s true, huh.
Slowly, an eye cast to Akechi’s face, Ren reaches a hand toward one wing, skimming lightly where its solid structure connects with the flat of Akechi’s back. An absentminded smile grows, reaching Ren’s eyes as he completely ignores the mortal danger he’s in while presses curious fingers into the heavier musculature that supports the wings, quietly taken in that moment. ]
Does it hurt to bring them out?
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Of course, leave it be for the Gentleman Phantom Thief to continue to throw safety out the window, moving close to him as Goro had dared to challenge him. It still is a relatively new sensation to feel warm hands touching the wings that wasn't the air when he flew. The smile upon Ren's face causing confusion as he poked and prodded, knowing full well Akechi could just fling him now if he really wanted.]
No. [His voice is low when he speaks. Almost like a growl rising from his throat.] Transformation is as painless as donning a Metaverse outfit...however there is an action to a reaction. The more I use it, the more...
[He can't help himself, with Ren being so close. The wing his rival is tending to closes almost like a cape around the other, as Akechi briefly moves his mouth at the other's neck. His fangs touch at the skin, but not piercing it before he pulls back, his breathe so close Ren would feel it on his skin.]
...energy needs to be recharged, so to speak.