012 // video/action for Violet

[futariniousama]

[ Hello, Johto! Here is a purple blob attached to the screen for your viewing pleasure. It smiles (highly questionably), then slides off the lens, revealing -

bright red peep-toe stilettos and long (long) shapely legs, coming together beneath a not-so-modest denim miniskirt. The 'Gear slides closer, bit by bit, until all you can see are those

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[usedlaserbeam]

[The distance to Niou's room isn't particularly great, but it's still a fair amount of time before Yagyuu's knock sounds on the door-because invited or not, he wouldn't be the Gentleman if he didn't keep to proper forms, whether out of sheer stubbornness or otherwise. And perhaps it's strange that he took so long when he's usually so punctual, but the reason for it quickly becomes clear as he twists the knob and lets himself into Niou's room

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[futariniousama]

[ By the time Yagyuu arrives, Niou's put all the finishing touches on, and he's stretched out on the bed like a pinup girl, if more fully clothed than the average. One shoe dangles tantalizingly from an upraised foot, and he toys with his hair, browsing the network on his 'Gear as he waits.

At the sound of the knock, Niou rolls his eyes and sets the 'Gear aside, turning to look over his shoulder at the door. ]

I thought I told you-

[ Despite himself, he stops short when he catches sight of his partner. Not that he's never seen Yagyuu well-dressed, but a three-piece suit is a little classier than usual, and Niou really can't deny that he looks good.

So this is the way they're playing, is it? Niou lets a smile slink across his glossy lips. ]

My, my. Someone's overdressed~ ♫

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[usedlaserbeam]

[The truth is, Yagyuu had anticipated he might discover something like the scene he does when he steps in the door-this is Niou, after all, and with a game in full swing, a provocative pose was only to be expected-but knowing it was coming doesn't do much to lessen the impact. It's more than just a convincing illusion; if he didn't know better, he might easily have taken his partner for a complete stranger. And an enticing one, at that.

When he knows Niou is watching, Yagyuu gives him a slow, deliberate once-over from his position across the room. He'd gone to all the trouble of posing so deliberately; it's only fair to give him the admiration it warrants.]

I was told I'd be impressed. I'd hate to disappoint in return.

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[futariniousama]

[ It would be nice if he could ignore the warm feeling that crawls, uninvited, up his spine and down into his stomach when Yagyuu looks him over so intently. He can't, but he can sure as hell pretend.

He keeps his smile on, sucks his lower lip in just so - just barely - and looks Yagyuu over, himself, letting his eyes linger in only the most inappropriate of places. When he finally meets his eyes again, his smile grows playful. ]

Colour me impressed, then.

[ Slowly, with all the elegance he normally keeps at bay, he pushes himself to his hands and knees, stretching slowly forward, then back, like a cat. Once unwound, he sits back on his heels, still looking over his shoulder. ]

You gonna come sit down?

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[usedlaserbeam]

[He takes a moment to find a convenient resting place for his suit jacket, which has the beneficial side effect of buying him that moment to mentally regroup. Niou excels at provocation; Yagyuu's the one responsible for drawing the game out as long as he can. And it is a game, he reminds himself, an old familiar one like back home, which is reassuring when it comes to Niou's mood but dangerous when it comes to the current encounter.]

I'm flattered to have the approval of such an attractive woman.

[Because he's not, it's an illusion, and naming it as such helps as he makes his slow approach, aiming for a destination near the bed that will keep a reasonably respectable distance between them. For the moment, at least.]

You're full of invitations today.

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[futariniousama]

[ All slow smiles, he shifts his legs from beneath him so he's sitting on the edge of the bed, crossing one over the other. He's sure he has Yagyuu's undivided and unduly wary attention; he just wishes he could tell how deep he's cut already. However badly he may have rattled Yagyuu thus far, he's sure it's not as much as he'd like. ]

Well, you don't seem to want to take the initiative, so I don't really have a choice, do I?

[ His pout is affected, but pointed: are you going to change that? He's always vastly preferred Yagyuu to lead the way, and now is no different. In fact, in the mindset of his more feminine self, he's even more eager to see Yagyuu take charge. ]

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[usedlaserbeam]

[Rattled isn't precisely the word, not yet; suspicious might be one, wary another. And curious, intrigued, fascinated-any one of them would be an appropriate way to round his mixed emotions out. He can't say what are you up to, Niou-kun? without throwing away the game, but it certainly runs through his mind more than once as he comes to a halt at the side of the bed. And fortunately, he doesn't have to wait long for his answer.]

I'm still waiting to be impressed.

[He says it in such a way that there's no mistaking the challenge: earn it.]

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[futariniousama]

[ He looks up at Yagyuu, his eyes sharpening. Like the rest of their team, Niou isn't one to waver in the face of a challenge. In fact, as far as he's concerned, that's an invitation in its own right, and he'll treat it as such.

Can he impress Yagyuu as a girl? He's sure of it. The illusion is complete enough, convincing enough, that he's perfectly confident in it. But if he can impress him - rattle him, intrigue him - with the illusion only half-standing... that would be an inarguable victory.

He reaches out, slow and deliberate, and unbuttons Yagyuu's waistcoat with deft, delicate fingers. His hand promptly steals beneath it to grab his tie, pulling Yagyuu forward a step. When he speaks, his voice is not quite his own - it's low, quite intentionally masculine, with a hint of the seductive huskiness from his girl voice. ]

Demanding, aren't you?

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[The pull on his tie earns an instinctive reaction, his hand coming down to clasp around Niou's wrist as insurance against any undue pressure on his throat. It's not that he doesn't trust his partner to know when to stop; it's just that Niou's definition of when to stop might very well involve a neat ring of bruises that would be hard to hide and awkward to explain, and so preventative measures aren't always a bad idea in exchange.

But the pitch of Niou's voice catches him off-guard, having come to expect the unfamiliar alto instead of the usual low drawl, and his eyes widen slightly before he can catch himself to mask it.]

I would have said it was the other way around.

[His fingers close a little tighter in emphasis.]

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[futariniousama]

[ There. Niou catches the faint alarm, feels the tension in Yagyuu's fingers, and he surges up off of the bed, standing close and looking down, taking advantage of the few inches that the heels give him. He uses Yagyuu's grip on his wrist to turn them both around, bringing Yagyuu's back to the bed, and begins backing his partner up by the centimeter, oh-so-slowly. ]

Demanding? A lady is never demanding.

[ His voice doesn't match his words or his face; it's a jarring incongruity, and he loves the sound of it alongside the smoothness of his legs and the click of his fake nails. ]

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[usedlaserbeam]

[Niou isn't supposed to be taller than him. That was always the lingering concerns of the Switch, hiding the few inches of difference between them from the data masters who looked for exactly such discrepancies-and why, of all things, is that what runs through his head in the instant Niou comes up to his strange, full height? It's enough to make him straighten a little in unconscious response, seeking to regain that hint of physical advantage, but he already knows it won't do any good.

He won't flinch again, not after ceding the first point, but he lets Niou back him up as their eyes lock-even if it means ceding the necessity of looking up at his partner for it.]

Which only begs the question of just how much of a lady you are.

[And he keeps backing up, waiting for the moment when his knees touch the mattress, already anticipating his next move.]

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[futariniousama]

[ Effortlessly, he slips back into a feminine voice, his expression melting away into mournful innocence and eyelash-batting. His demeanor shifts until the only masculine note left is the strength of his hand on Yagyuu's tie. ]

Mou... don't I look like a lady, Yagyuu-kun?

[ Niou's anticipating Yagyuu's next move, too; he can tell from the look in his partner's eyes that he doesn't have enough of an advantage yet that he shouldn't expect retaliation of some sort. So when Yagyuu's legs make contact with the bed, he tightens his own grip on the tie and gives an extra little push, hoping to put Yagyuu off-balance enough to prevent whatever's coming. ]

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[usedlaserbeam]

[The return to feminine voice actually comes as something of a relief, since it's easier to remind himself not to trust the illusion when it's complete, and perhaps more importantly without Niou's real voice distracting his attention away from maintaining his resilience.]

Looks can be deceiving, Niou-chan.

[And the little extra push almost throws him, but it's not a new trick to play and he catches it coming the moment he feels the muscles in Niou's hand shift beneath his fingers. They both had the idea to take advantage of the other's balance, it seems, but where Niou was counting on the bed throwing him off, Yagyuu was aiming for those tall, provocative heels, trusting that grace or not, Niou's balance in them can't possibly be as secure in them as if he were on his own two feet

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[futariniousama]

[ Niou is readily pulled off-balance, because yes, between the heels and the precariousness of his balance before Yagyuu pulled him down, he was in a prime position to fall.

And he does, landing somewhat ungracefully in Yagyuu's lap. It's immediately apparent from the brief widening of his eyes and the flush creeping up into his cheeks that this was much closer than he'd have gotten if left to his own devices. Still, he doesn't retreat; in fact, he takes the opportunity to lean closer yet.

Another of those girlish, seductive smiles curves his mouth, and he comes within inches of brushing lip gloss onto Yagyuu's ear. In a soft, breathy alto: ]

Oh~? Not such a gentleman, yourself, are you?

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[usedlaserbeam]

[It's one for one, then, with the look that crosses Niou's face as they tumble down together, and Yagyuu's not above taking a moment to relish it. Frankly, if there's a single moment in this entire encounter that will lurk in his mind's eye for a long time to come, the moment where he was truly closest to surrendering the game, it's that one-Niou startled, off his guard, surprised behind the layers of gloss and glitz. They both prefer it when Yagyuu takes charge, but there's a reason why he doesn't do it more readily when invited.

It's just too much fun, seizing with his own hands the moments when he can make Niou look like that.

So he relishes it while it lasts, because all too quickly it's gone and Niou's breath is hot on his ear, and his willpower has gone back toward making sure he doesn't flinch, both from the sensation and the proximity.]

As much of one as the situation warrants, Niou-chan.

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[futariniousama]

[ He doesn't pull away when Yagyuu responds, because he's not finished yet. His grip on Yagyuu's tie, while loosened, lingers, and he takes this opportunity to toy with it, stroking his fingers down the length.

Then he giggles, soft and coy, and lets his fingers drop from the end of the tie to Yagyuu's shirt right beneath it. His voice drops, too, back into that almost-baritone growl. ]

You don't feel compelled to chivalry with me?