Misaki - Mikelo - Fushimi shenaniganry

[skaterflames]

For whatever our twisted little hearts desire

Comments

[skaterflames]

[ Yata comes into the apartment a lot later than he usually does. He has the look of a particularly disgruntled cat which is mostly because he's been soaked through by the rain that started on his way home. He ditches his shoes and skateboard in the entranceway before calling out. ]

You guys home? Saru? Mikelo? [ Not that Mikelo can actually yell back, but he doesn't really care as he heads for their laundry room so he can find some dry clothes. It'll be easy to find him thanks to the trail of water he's leaving in his wake. ]

[mikelo]

[With his room right near the laundry room, Mikelo peers out with one earphone tugged down to give Yata a wave. He blinks curiously at the other and points a finger upward, then makes a spraying motion with his hand. It's as if to ask:

"Caught in the storm?"]

[skaterflames]

[ Yata drags his soaked beanie off, leaving his hair sticking up in wet spikes. He watches the hand movements for a moment and then nods, getting the gist. ]

Yeah, forgot my damn umbrella at Homra.

[ Next goes the sopping wet sweatshirt and he ducks into the laundry room to steal a clean shirt (one of Fushimi's) and put on a dry pair of shorts. He pops his head out quickly to ask ]

Is Saru back yet?

[mikelo]

[He thinks a moment before nodding his head. Not that he knows exactly where Fushimi is, though.

Mikelo goes back into his room briefly to grab the small white-board and a pen from his desk. A quick jot, and he returns to show Yata.]

I was just thinking of making cocoa. Want some?

[skaterflames]

Sounds good after bein' out in the rain.

[ He takes a moment to pull on the dry clothes he'd grabbed. Fushimi's shirt is a little big on him but since Yata always procrastinates on doing his own laundry he ends up doing this pretty often. ]

Oh yeah, Kamamoto got that album we were talking about last week. Next time you go t'Homra he says you can borrow it if you're interested.

Vampire AU

[skaterflames]

[ After a long shift at work, all Yata wants to do is take a hot shower and pass out for a few hours. His apartment is small, and when he gets home he does a quick inspection of everything. All the windows are shut and latched and the door locked behind him. He's almost relieved that there are no signs of intrusion to put him on edge.

Yata lingers in the shower, letting the hot water spray into his face for a while without moving. Once he finally emerges, a towel hanging low on his hips and hair mussed, he heads into his bedroom in hopes of getting some rest. ]

[mikelo]

[Light on his feet and never lingering for more than a minute as he goes from one building-top to another, Mikelo moves easily through the night. It's a method of travel-turned-hobby, as he enjoys being up near the sky.

It's been a few days already since he last saw his brother dearest. One day too many, perhaps, and before he knows it, he's at Misaki's window. Despite the locks and latches, it's quite easy to open.

As luck has it, Mikelo's timing is perfect. Misaki smells good as he enters the room, a mix of freshly cleaned skin, and the steady pulse of warm blood through his veins. His gaze lingers upon him for another drawn out moment.

Hand lifted, he waggles his fingers in a greeting, a grin tugging at the edge of his lips as he speaks directly to Misaki's thoughts.]

Hello, hello, Mi-sa-ki-nii~

[skaterflames]

[ The breeze is the first thing that alerts him that he isn't alone, with all his windows locked there wouldn't be one. Yata spots his brother about the same time he hears him speak. It's painful to see him like this, changed from the brother he'd known once. But he can't turn him away even now, who knows where he might go. ]

Mikelo.

[ He glances around warily, not moving any closer to his brother just yet. ]

Is he here, too?

[mikelo]

[It's an expected question, of course. ]

Who knows? [Casual as ever, although he still seems entertained.] Maybe he's taking his time.

[Meanwhile, Mikelo will take advantage of having his brother to himself. His expression relaxed, he leisurely takes in the sight of Misaki. He's looking skinny.

A blink of an eye later, and Mikelo is standing right before Misaki, their toes almost touching. His tone softens a bit.]

. . .Maybe get in some bonding, just for the two of us, hm? [A slight tilt of his head, he lifts a hand to ever so lightly brush his fingertips along Misaki's cheek, while his nose grazes the other as he takes a breath in.]

You smell so good. ♥

[skaterflames]

Che... You know it's never just us anymore. [ He doesn't pull away from Mikelo though. He could never really deny his brother anything he really wanted.

Yata rests his forehead against Mikelo's, closing his eyes and trying to pretend things are normal. That he isn't taller than his twin, that Fushimi never turned him into a vampire. ]

I just took a shower, dummy.

[ He has to be sick in the head, feeling so desperate for his brother's attention that he doesn't even try and tell him that being this close is wrong. When he opens his eyes the illusion he had going is broken and he sighs. ]

What do you need? [ Blood again probably. ]

Misaki & Mikelo

[mikelo]

( this meme, #13, and maybe a bit of #16! )


[It's damn cold, but Mikelo knows he's had worse, so really. Being bound up with a number of blankets while propped up against a few pillows on the bed, a mug of piping hot cocoa in his hands isn't all that bad at all.

Except, maybe, it'll be a bit of a challenge when he wants to say anything. He'll likely use his phone, rather than the white-board.

Nevertheless, he seems content to be here, and it's nice to not be alone in this. Fushimi may be stuck at work, but there's plenty of warmth to be shared with Misaki nearby.]

[skaterflames]

[ The snow is annoying, the fact that the buildings heating system broke is downright inconvenient. Yata returns to the bedroom wearing one of Fushimi's heavier sweaters and carrying a mug of instant coffee. ]

Weather report says that it's gonna keep up like this for a while. [ He had sent Fushimi several texts warning him not to try anything stupid. Hopefully he'd have some sense and wouldn't go charging off into the snow.

Yata climbs onto the bed and tugs at the blankets until he can wriggle in with Mikelo. ] You warm enough?

[mikelo]

[He's taking a long sip of his drink when Misaki returns. With a nod, Mikelo scoots over just a bit so he can make his way under the covers.

A questioning tilt of his head, then. As if to ask, Any word from him?]

[skaterflames]

[ Yata passes Mikelo his PDA with a screen full of disgruntled texts from Fushimi so that the other boy can see while he gets settled on the bed. ]

He hasn't stopped complaining since Awashima told him he couldn't leave. [ He sounds fondly exasperated since he's used to Fushimi's complaints about almost everything. ]

[mikelo]

[A rise of his shoulders, there's a moment of silent chuckling from Mikelo as he reads.

Although it takes a bit of balancing his mug in one hand, while squirming to retrieve his phone buried in a pocket, he rather easily maneuvers and types with a single hand/ Rather than send it to Misaki's, Mikelo just holds the device up for him to see. ]

Does he ever calmly accept a situation?

Fushimi & Mikelo (vampire AU)

[twoflames]

( scenario based on 2-10 )


[ Fushimi preferred the quieter nights sometimes. Those where they'd given Misaki a small reprieve to let him stew in his own misery, when it's just the two of them together. It's well past visiting hours in the hospital, the stench of death and sickness and all that blood wasting away strong to his sensitive nose. Mikelo's not far behind, and he's quick to grab his hand, drag him into an adjacent room to avoid the nurse down the hall.

It's a floor of comatose patients, and the body in the bed certainly doesn't mind their intrusion at all. The sound of the heart monitor is steady and almost nice. ]

What do you want to night, Mikelo? [ He presses him to the wall, the tips of his fingers tracing the bottom curve of his lip. Like a tease. ] Name it.

[mikelo]

[While the hospital may not be Mikelo's number one place to be (his to-go place when bored is more lively. Like a night club.), it's made up for the fact that he's with Fushimi. The air about the hospital doesn't bother him too much, at least.

The ever-present scent of blood leaves his normally hazel eyes a rich, brilliant crimson. A bit of a grin tugs at the corner of his lips as Mikelo slips one hand up and around his neck, fingers curling into his hair. He playfully nips at one of Fushimi's fingers, then pulls himself up against him to (try) steal a kiss. ]

I want to please you. . .

[The reply light, but eager. He nips at Fushimi's lower lip this time, hoping to break skin.]

And to be pleased by you.

[twoflames]

You please me. [ Fushimi grips his jaw, not so gently as he pushes his head back and presses their noses together. At this proximity, the flawlessness of Mikelo's beauty surpasses his own expectations, and he wonders what it would feel like to reach inside and possess it.

A smirk, and he tilts his head, demonstrating how to bite and draw blood. He lets it well up until it heals. ]

I want - [ Murmured under his breath, Fushimi nips the same spot again and drags his tongue across Mikelo's lip. ] - to taste you.

[mikelo]

[For the moment, the force only amuses Mikelo, and it shows upon his expression. The way Fushimi reacts is alluring with every word, even movement he executes.

Mikelo's other hand lifts to grasp at the hem of his shirt, tugging him closer, still.]

Then, please. Please do.

[He copies what was demonstrated, only on his own lip.]

As much as Fushimi-sama would like.

[twoflames]

[ He considers ignoring his invitation and leaving him completely unsatisfied. Sometimes, it's much more fun for him to tease Mikelo in that way, but he's feeling too generous this night to be predictable. Fushimi smirks, stepping in so that there's no space between them now, and he braces an arm above Mikelo's head, trapping him in close. ]

Don't be greedy. [ He kisses him once, a light and almost gentle press of lips. ] Keep still, Mikelo. If you move, I'll stop.

[ A wicked curve to his mouth, a flash of fang, and he turns his head to scrape his teeth along his throat, tongue licking a path along the jugular and nuzzling. Fushimi takes a slow breath, kissing the skin once before biting into him. ]

[skaterflames]

[ It's one of those nights that happen every so often for Misaki. Mikelo's out late for dance practice and Fushimi is doing overtime filling out paperwork he owes, leaving him alone in the apartment. He should be embarrassed that this is what he does when they aren't home but for the moment he doesn't care. On his knees on their shared bed, Misaki takes his time stroking his length. He has all the time in the world tonight.

He inhales shakily, his eyes closed. When Misaki moans it's without restraint, after all... who's going to hear him? ]

[mikelo]

[While not exactly early, he's home before he had expected. Rehearsals went smoothly, and after, Mikelo and a few other troupe members treated themselves to dinner.

Upon arrival, Mikelo is fairly quiet in entering the apartment. He mills about, taking his time in leaving his shoes by the door and slipping off his hoody to hang in the small closet.

He's about to head into the bedroom when he stops short at what sounds like. . .

(Misaki?)

A hand instinctively goes over his mouth to still the smirk at his lips. Without a sound, Mikelo steps to the side of the door, listening, and wondering how long it might be until Misaki realizes he's no longer alone. ]

[skaterflames]

Hahn... [ For the moment he's clueless that Mikelo's in the apartment. Misaki exhales slowly as he pumps his erection.

It's so easy for him to get distracted like this, not focusing on anything in particular. Bits and pieces from previous times with Fushimi and Mikelo providing just enough heat to get him going.

He moans as he starts to work his hips in time with his hand, the other bracing himself on the bed as he jerks himself off. ]

[mikelo]

[It's rather entertaining to Mikelo in that he knows exactly what Misaki must look like right about now; cheeks flushed and eyes closed with a slight knit of concentration in his brow. He knows quite well by now the feeling of Misaki's heated skin beneath his fingers.

And, of course, he's certainly familiar with the way Misaki sounds.

Another minute or so slips by before Mikelo thinks to make himself known. While it's always enjoyable with the three of them, getting Misaki to himself is something he rather likes, too.

With a knock to the door-frame, Mikelo quietly slips into the room, leaning back against the wall for a moment or so. A bit of a grin is at the corner of his mouth. Don't mind him. . .]

[skaterflames]

[ The moment he hears that knock, watches Mikelo slip into the bedroom Misaki's rhythm falters. How long had he been listening?

That grin says that it had been long enough.

His cheeks flush with embarrassment and he's torn between continuing and trying to explain himself, though was he supposed to explain this without sounding stupid?

And it's honestly more than a little difficult to think clearly, he's hard and worked up from taking his sweet time (so stupid, shouldn't have wasted so much time...).

Finally he decides to say fuck it to the knot twisting in his stomach. ] You just... nn, gonna watch?