Kakushibori - DVD Extra
Fandom: Star Trek
Characters: Hikaru Sulu/Pavel Chekov
Description: A DVD extra for Kakushibori as requested by the ever-amazing emiime . Based on a pretty picture. I hope you like.
Disclaimer: I just like to have fun. Sue me. (No, please don't...)
"We have to look the part," Hikaru had insisted the night they were paid for their third contract. Pavel smiled wickedly and kissed him into silence, pulling the money from his hands and tucking it down his jeans before fleeing to the bedroom. And so Hikaru forgot, as Pavel put forward a wordless but convincing argument that nothing outside of their sheets mattered in the slightest.
It came as a surprise, then, when one day Pavel tugged at his hand and led him past the usual shops to one they had never been in before, large with walls of white and glass. Row upon row of sleek fabric was draped tastefully around them.
"This is what you meant?"
"I- Yes." Hikaru resisted the urge to take Pavel's hand. "We need to look professional."
The shop assistant was small and blonde and talked at a hundred miles an hour, too fast for Hikaru to pick up anything coherent. Pavel, frowning slightly, switched to English to carefully reply. He heard the words "business trip", "lost" and "conference" thrown around, and wondered exactly what story his boy was spinning. Whatever it was, she was eating it up, making sympathetic noises and gesturing toward a rack in the far right of the store with a wide smile.
"What is she saying?" Hikaru grabbed his arm, impatient. The shop assistant raised an over-plucked eyebrow.
"That I am too pale for black, I should wear blue." Pavel said seriously, before breaking into a smirk. "I said we lost our luggage. She's finding us something simple and expensive to wear. Professional, ja?"
"This way, sirs?"
True to his word Pavel did indeed select a dark suit, seemingly amused by yet enjoying the whole process. He came out of the change room still fiddling with his collar, a crisp white shirt in contrast with the faint sheen of blue on the heavy fabric of his jacket. Loose curls tumbled around his fingers, and he looked straight at Hikaru for approval, hopeful, utterly oblivious to the fact that more than one pair of eyes were locked on him. Hikaru nodded, slowly, and when Pavel turned away to look in the mirror shot their blonde assistant his coldest glare.
Hikaru went for black, in the end, and earning himself a reproving "That was rude, Karu," along the way. Unfairly, he felt, since it was not because of him that the staff couldn't seem too keep their hands off Pavel. In his cubicle, he turned left and right, keeping his eyes on the mirror. Self-consciously adjusting the cuff, he felt strangely pleased and simultaneously ashamed of such a foolish attention paid to clothing. He could rationalise it all he liked, but some part of this was vanity.
"Hey..."
Hikaru started. "Pavel? Get... get out. They'll all see! Wha-"
"Shhh!" Pavel clamped a hand over his mouth, and made a great show of surveying him from head to toe. "You look..."
"I'm supposed to look intimidating."
Pavel shook his head despairingly. "Oh, Karu. You watch too many American films." A quick peck on the lips, a whisper ("You look good.") and then he slipped away.
That night, Hikaru made alterations to fit the guns, and Pavel made them dinner and kissed him down the back of his neck along his tattoo, telling him solemnly he didn't need any clothes to make him look intimidating, that sometimes he scared him and he wouldn't have it any other way. That night, Hikaru pinned Pavel's wrists and Pavel didn't struggle at all and Hikaru bit his lip and didn't tell him that sometimes, he scared him too, and he wouldn't have it any other way.