LOG: Akutsu Jin and Sengoku Kiyosumi
Who: Sengoku Kiyosumi and Akutsu Jin
What: Sengoku goes looking for mysteries and plays with fire
When: 27 Feb
Where: the campgrounds
Rating: R for language and sexual situations
Warnings: all Standard Akutsu warnings apply
Comments: Yes…DA is playing with herself!
Searching for the camp mysteries was actually growing pretty boring. In a way, he knew they would be. That sort of thing was kid stuff really. Sengoku wasn’t a kid anymore. But at times, even he could relive his much younger years and go and do something silly just because his horoscope said so. It was a good excuse, plus it got him outside of his room. He knew he could have invited his favorite bluenette along, but he hadn’t been sure of Oshitari’s willingness to traipse all over everywhere to look for things that probably didn’t exist. After all, the red head didn’t know what he was looking for; other than school mysteries.
One, he already figured out. How so many from the old days when they all played tennis in junior high were here. Almost entire teams had gathered from all walks of life and ended up going to school here. Strange, when he knew there were those who could afford to go to far far better schools. Strange, because he knew there were those smart enough to go to other schools. And strange because he knew for a fact that there were some here that normally wouldn’t be caught dead going to school.
One of those last individuals was right ahead of him. Sengoku knew that too tall, too pale frame anywhere. He knew the thrilling aura of intimidation that rose off the other like the smoke rising from his cigarette. And it was funny; they were both here and yet this wads probably the first time Sengoku had ever really run into his old…friend…or whatever Akutsu was to him. And without the slightest hesitation or worry of bodily injury, the red head continued to advance, towards the smoking male.
Jin was halfway though his cigarette when he realized he was no longer alone. Normally, other’s didn’t approach him. That strange girl did…and the old man sometimes. Kaoru was probably the only one he could list that would so willingly walk up to him with a smile on his face. Well…the only other person. He knew that mop of carrot colored hair a mile away and part of him felt suddenly very annoyed. He’d lasted this long without running into the Lucky Idiot. He supposed he couldn’t avoid it forever. But it didn’t mean he had to like it. He glowered around his smoke as the other came right up to him.
The personal bubble of death. That prickly brick wall that Akutsu threw out in front of anyone who came too close. Sengoku was well aware of it. He had crashed into it so many times in the past that he was all but numb to the painful ramifications that came from invading that bubble when uninvited. And honestly, there was still a small part of himself that had learned to enjoy it. Who had taken please in those often physically painful reminders that one did not approach Akutsu. It was a part of himself he let slip back to the surface as he slid to a stop mere inches away, enough that he could feel the other’s body heat.
“Well, what do you know? I was looking for mysteries and I found myself a devil instead. Long time no see, Akutsu.” He stated with a playful grin, almost daring the other to lash out. And daring him to remember perhaps the position they had been in the last time they had seen one another. “You look….good.” He did. The now much taller man looked a lot healthier than he had the last time they had been together. He looked like he had been eating right. He looked…Sengoku didn’t know what it was, but it almost looked like that usually dead gaze had been given life again.
He frowned darkly behind his cigarette and blew a huge puff of smoke right into the other’s face. “Red…” Arms crossed over his chest and he loomed over the red head. He wouldn’t greet him as if they were old friends. That wasn’t his style. He had left Yamabuki behind when he dropped out. He had left Sengoku behind….a little bit later. It had been much harder to leave his red haired pet than a school he didn’t give a damn about. But he’d disappeared anyways, showing up from time to time, when he wanted a quick hard fuck and then vanishing again. “The fuck do you want?” He demanded.
Sengoku laughed. Of course he’d be like that. The more things changed. He still had that edge. He still had that tempting, dangerous beast that made him quiver; and not completely out of fear. And at the question, it was only natural for the red head to act as he always had when around the pale biker. He reached out and lightly stroked one suggestive finger down his chest stopping right before the belt line. “Oh, don’t be like that, Akutsu. Can’t an old friend say hello. It’s been so long and I’m feeling really lucky today.” Lucky enough to throw caution to the wind.
Golden eyes narrowed even more and he growled and actually bit his smoke in half, the lit end falling to the pavement. “If it’s you. Fuck no.” He answered harshly. “Ya ain’t saying hello. Yer sniffin round like a bitch in heat, Red.” A bitch that was very hard to ignore the advances of, even when they were just as subtle teasing touch. A touch that grazed a fresh tattoo and still healing wounds and serves as a very pointed reminder as to why he should ignore them, regardless of the history they had. “So, don’t give me that lucky bullshit. Ya know I don’t believe in that crap.” Though honestly, he had witnessed first hand how true it really was.
The fingertips caressed back up. Sengoku had been right. Someone was feeding Akutsu. It felt….nice. He lowered his lashes a bit and looked up at Akutsu though them. It was a look he had mastered long ago. “It’s not bullshit, Jin…” He knew he was dancing on the edge, playing with fire. One wrong move, he’d get a serious pounding…one right move…he might also get a different kind of pounding. “You and I both know that. But,” he moved in closer. A breath away. “it’s still a surprise to see you here. You at school. I remember a time when you’d do whatever it took to get out of classes. So what is it, hmmm? What brings you out of your little concrete kingdom, Dead Man and back to the world of books?” It was perhaps the mystery his horoscope had been pointing to.
But perhaps it was a step too far.
His hand lashed out fast, faster than such bad posture and lazy stance seemed to indicate possible. One hand clamping around Sengoku’s throat. He was turning, slamming the red head back against the wall he had been leaning on. His lanky body pressed hard against the compact powerhouse of the boxer. “Don’t you EVER fuckin call me that, Red. Ya ain’t never had permission to call me that!” He didn’t mean his street name either.
He couldn’t breathe. His initial reaction was to lash out as well. A hard left haymaker would make Akutsu let him go. But that hard body against his, that warmth…the hand about his throat wasn’t half as tight as the collar Akutsu had made him wear once upon a time, when their play got into dangerous territory. So instead, his other reaction happened. His eyes closed and he relaxed fully, legs barely parting to let a knee in between them. Subservience. Sometimes, the best way to fight Akutsu wasn’t to fight at all. Sometimes, it was best to just murmur a soft “I’m sorry Master.” whether he was sorry or not. It was all part of their games after all.
His hand twitched around the other’s neck and he heard the soft whimper. Glaring down, he was assaulted by the tempting vision of the red head, eyes closed, lips parted, to gasp for air and also to ask for his kiss. He’d not forgotten. He’d not forgotten just how dangerous Sengoku was. More so now than ever. He’d not forgotten because in that moment, he had almost fallen for it. He’s almost fallen for that body. How nice it would be to drag the other off…or just screw him right against the wall. It would be so easy. And he knew Sengoku would let him. Let him and probably love it. Love it and come back for more, like a little masochist. All he had to do was….that hissing gasp of breath that made him come to his senses, made the burning, hungry, incessant need in him die back down. Kaoru… he…loved…Kaoru…
He let go of Sengoku and stepped back as if burnt, breathing hard. “Fuck….” He was backing away. “Don’t you ever touch me. Don’t you talk to me. Don’t even fuckin look at me! You stay the fuck away…” Jin quickly sought a quick route of escape. He didn’t like to run away from anything, but if he stayed…he hated himself for being so weak to the ghosts of his past.
Hooded eyes caught that change. The small change between the burning need that he almost awoke and just plain anger. It was strange. He had never seen Akutsu like that before. Dropped, he slid down the wall to hold his neck and cough a little. He’d played with fire a little too long and this time, he had gotten burnt. Still, he grinned up at the white haired man retreating back, a knowing grin. He had been so close.
What: Sengoku goes looking for mysteries and plays with fire
When: 27 Feb
Where: the campgrounds
Rating: R for language and sexual situations
Warnings: all Standard Akutsu warnings apply
Comments: Yes…DA is playing with herself!
Searching for the camp mysteries was actually growing pretty boring. In a way, he knew they would be. That sort of thing was kid stuff really. Sengoku wasn’t a kid anymore. But at times, even he could relive his much younger years and go and do something silly just because his horoscope said so. It was a good excuse, plus it got him outside of his room. He knew he could have invited his favorite bluenette along, but he hadn’t been sure of Oshitari’s willingness to traipse all over everywhere to look for things that probably didn’t exist. After all, the red head didn’t know what he was looking for; other than school mysteries.
One, he already figured out. How so many from the old days when they all played tennis in junior high were here. Almost entire teams had gathered from all walks of life and ended up going to school here. Strange, when he knew there were those who could afford to go to far far better schools. Strange, because he knew there were those smart enough to go to other schools. And strange because he knew for a fact that there were some here that normally wouldn’t be caught dead going to school.
One of those last individuals was right ahead of him. Sengoku knew that too tall, too pale frame anywhere. He knew the thrilling aura of intimidation that rose off the other like the smoke rising from his cigarette. And it was funny; they were both here and yet this wads probably the first time Sengoku had ever really run into his old…friend…or whatever Akutsu was to him. And without the slightest hesitation or worry of bodily injury, the red head continued to advance, towards the smoking male.
Jin was halfway though his cigarette when he realized he was no longer alone. Normally, other’s didn’t approach him. That strange girl did…and the old man sometimes. Kaoru was probably the only one he could list that would so willingly walk up to him with a smile on his face. Well…the only other person. He knew that mop of carrot colored hair a mile away and part of him felt suddenly very annoyed. He’d lasted this long without running into the Lucky Idiot. He supposed he couldn’t avoid it forever. But it didn’t mean he had to like it. He glowered around his smoke as the other came right up to him.
The personal bubble of death. That prickly brick wall that Akutsu threw out in front of anyone who came too close. Sengoku was well aware of it. He had crashed into it so many times in the past that he was all but numb to the painful ramifications that came from invading that bubble when uninvited. And honestly, there was still a small part of himself that had learned to enjoy it. Who had taken please in those often physically painful reminders that one did not approach Akutsu. It was a part of himself he let slip back to the surface as he slid to a stop mere inches away, enough that he could feel the other’s body heat.
“Well, what do you know? I was looking for mysteries and I found myself a devil instead. Long time no see, Akutsu.” He stated with a playful grin, almost daring the other to lash out. And daring him to remember perhaps the position they had been in the last time they had seen one another. “You look….good.” He did. The now much taller man looked a lot healthier than he had the last time they had been together. He looked like he had been eating right. He looked…Sengoku didn’t know what it was, but it almost looked like that usually dead gaze had been given life again.
He frowned darkly behind his cigarette and blew a huge puff of smoke right into the other’s face. “Red…” Arms crossed over his chest and he loomed over the red head. He wouldn’t greet him as if they were old friends. That wasn’t his style. He had left Yamabuki behind when he dropped out. He had left Sengoku behind….a little bit later. It had been much harder to leave his red haired pet than a school he didn’t give a damn about. But he’d disappeared anyways, showing up from time to time, when he wanted a quick hard fuck and then vanishing again. “The fuck do you want?” He demanded.
Sengoku laughed. Of course he’d be like that. The more things changed. He still had that edge. He still had that tempting, dangerous beast that made him quiver; and not completely out of fear. And at the question, it was only natural for the red head to act as he always had when around the pale biker. He reached out and lightly stroked one suggestive finger down his chest stopping right before the belt line. “Oh, don’t be like that, Akutsu. Can’t an old friend say hello. It’s been so long and I’m feeling really lucky today.” Lucky enough to throw caution to the wind.
Golden eyes narrowed even more and he growled and actually bit his smoke in half, the lit end falling to the pavement. “If it’s you. Fuck no.” He answered harshly. “Ya ain’t saying hello. Yer sniffin round like a bitch in heat, Red.” A bitch that was very hard to ignore the advances of, even when they were just as subtle teasing touch. A touch that grazed a fresh tattoo and still healing wounds and serves as a very pointed reminder as to why he should ignore them, regardless of the history they had. “So, don’t give me that lucky bullshit. Ya know I don’t believe in that crap.” Though honestly, he had witnessed first hand how true it really was.
The fingertips caressed back up. Sengoku had been right. Someone was feeding Akutsu. It felt….nice. He lowered his lashes a bit and looked up at Akutsu though them. It was a look he had mastered long ago. “It’s not bullshit, Jin…” He knew he was dancing on the edge, playing with fire. One wrong move, he’d get a serious pounding…one right move…he might also get a different kind of pounding. “You and I both know that. But,” he moved in closer. A breath away. “it’s still a surprise to see you here. You at school. I remember a time when you’d do whatever it took to get out of classes. So what is it, hmmm? What brings you out of your little concrete kingdom, Dead Man and back to the world of books?” It was perhaps the mystery his horoscope had been pointing to.
But perhaps it was a step too far.
His hand lashed out fast, faster than such bad posture and lazy stance seemed to indicate possible. One hand clamping around Sengoku’s throat. He was turning, slamming the red head back against the wall he had been leaning on. His lanky body pressed hard against the compact powerhouse of the boxer. “Don’t you EVER fuckin call me that, Red. Ya ain’t never had permission to call me that!” He didn’t mean his street name either.
He couldn’t breathe. His initial reaction was to lash out as well. A hard left haymaker would make Akutsu let him go. But that hard body against his, that warmth…the hand about his throat wasn’t half as tight as the collar Akutsu had made him wear once upon a time, when their play got into dangerous territory. So instead, his other reaction happened. His eyes closed and he relaxed fully, legs barely parting to let a knee in between them. Subservience. Sometimes, the best way to fight Akutsu wasn’t to fight at all. Sometimes, it was best to just murmur a soft “I’m sorry Master.” whether he was sorry or not. It was all part of their games after all.
His hand twitched around the other’s neck and he heard the soft whimper. Glaring down, he was assaulted by the tempting vision of the red head, eyes closed, lips parted, to gasp for air and also to ask for his kiss. He’d not forgotten. He’d not forgotten just how dangerous Sengoku was. More so now than ever. He’d not forgotten because in that moment, he had almost fallen for it. He’s almost fallen for that body. How nice it would be to drag the other off…or just screw him right against the wall. It would be so easy. And he knew Sengoku would let him. Let him and probably love it. Love it and come back for more, like a little masochist. All he had to do was….that hissing gasp of breath that made him come to his senses, made the burning, hungry, incessant need in him die back down. Kaoru… he…loved…Kaoru…
He let go of Sengoku and stepped back as if burnt, breathing hard. “Fuck….” He was backing away. “Don’t you ever touch me. Don’t you talk to me. Don’t even fuckin look at me! You stay the fuck away…” Jin quickly sought a quick route of escape. He didn’t like to run away from anything, but if he stayed…he hated himself for being so weak to the ghosts of his past.
Hooded eyes caught that change. The small change between the burning need that he almost awoke and just plain anger. It was strange. He had never seen Akutsu like that before. Dropped, he slid down the wall to hold his neck and cough a little. He’d played with fire a little too long and this time, he had gotten burnt. Still, he grinned up at the white haired man retreating back, a knowing grin. He had been so close.