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scubatankfilledwithfarts He can only remember a few times he's woken up in mysterious circumstances when it hasn't involved life or death. Especially not recently. He could truly do without those, but this time when brown eyes flicker open he doesn't find himself staring into the soulless, pupil-less eyes of a giant man-killing roach [doesn't smell decay, doesn't hear the chilling Jihou click out of their mouths, doesn't see his comrades in pieces, open your eyes, open your eyes, open--]
No, it's a ceiling. Ordinary. High powered fluorescent lights off, casting the room in shadow save for the sunlight streaming in from the blinds. There's something on his chest. It doesn't press down to rid his lungs of air. It's prone, actually. So maybe it's....no, it isn't a blanket, his room doesn't have those types of lights, where the fuck--
Akari Hizamaru peers down at his chest to see a foot resting there. That's perhaps more surprising (and mysterious) than the metal debris that surround him, seen from the corner of his eye on either side of him.
Who does this belong to? Ankle held between his index and thumb, Akari sits up more gingerly than the usual lumbering sway, and begins to take note.
"Sensei has studied the vast ankles from here to Japan, and this is definitely the dainty ankle of a mighty fine lady...." is whispered to himself, and he gently, gently begins to lift that foot, turns his cheek to a creamy calf (that should look familiar, with its ring of scars and whatnot), and puckers up--
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Sensei."
Akari's blood runs cold. His soul escapes his body so it doesn't have to stick with the orbs that flicker up to meet the bespeckled Leader of his division, Michelle K. Davis and the extremely unimpressed expression on her face. Michelle sits up on her elbows to look at him, and its within that moment he realizes--
It's the metal conference table who's components are strewn about the floor around him. It's her ankle. Its his dick on the line. He drops her foot as if burned, as if on actual fire searing into his bones, and just as quickly scoots back about a foot, climbs to his feet, hands at his sides, realizes he's naked, realizes her gaze swivels down just as quick--
"Well ya see, that's a funny story! I heard in a lecture by the Captain that if you hold a foot to your ear you can hear the, uh, the stars? Yeah, that's it! Cause of the space dust syncing up and shit like that." Now, Akari realizes this sounds like actual diarrhea to his own ears, but once his mouth has it in its mind to save his own ass, it cannot be stopped.
The Iron Curtain of silence and the grave closes over Michelle's face with every single word that leaves kiss-swollen lips. [that he can't seem to stop touching every once in awhile, that she can't stop staring at even as her temper flares to the surface, tell-tale pinch of her equally kiss-swollen lips]
"Would you look at that. The new reincarnation for Sailor Politician Shitbag has arisen," a new voice perks up, causing both of the not so secret agents to swivel towards it, shoulders taunt in warning--
Fully clothed and somehow (cruelly, rudely, motherfucker--) ignoring the state of Michelle's undress is one Heine Rammsteiner, the second resident 'janitor' and suspected spy or something or other to grace U-NASA's ranks, unofficially, under the table. Literally, in some cases, during meetings and the like.
[somehow it always turns into a pissing contest that results in the two of them wrestling and Michelle grabbing them by the ears and-- yeah, Akari can see how they came to be in this room, it doesn't take a rocket scientist]
He's equally unimpressed, but graces them with a backwards glance over one narrow shoulder regardless of this. That steady crimson gaze has something like heat furl deep in Akari's gut.
Despite the fearsome power he can feel radiating from Michelle, who he's turned his back to in order to face their companion, he wants to turn around. But he doesn't. But he does, he does, he does, that fearsome and awe inspiring gaze of Michelle's, eyes like the bolts of lightning someone else wields but oh, not to the extent as this one. Not enough to leave him stuck in place, struck to his very core.
He doesn't dare turn around, but the instant a bare arm [muscles he's felt holding his hips up, brushing against his face to tug a blanket over them--] brushes past him Akari's hair stands on ends with the crackle of power in the air as she stares Heine down, unabashed by her nakedness.
"And just when were you going to wake us up, you lazy bastard? If it wasn't for my hearing we could have gotten caught."
Heine's weight doesn't even shift from one foot to the other. "I was waiting for you to get caught ass red and all. But I forgot my popcorn...."
The shift of red from Michelle's neck to her face is a beautiful one that makes Akari's belly churn with anger just as easily as want.
"I'm going to choke the life out of you."
"Please, try."
"Akari--!" The command is sharp, he can almost reach out and prick his finger as if on a spinning wheel from her tone, but this is a prick-- ahhh...maybe he shouldn't make jokes like that, considering. Just as easily as pricks are bound by spells of fate, Akari is by Michelle's words.
They've fought back to back for their lives, to defend and for loyal duty and to save. And this is no different. A smirk scrawls across Akari's mouth as his fingers shift, string appears at the tips at his command and he pulls it taunt, loops it around one of Heine's ankles.
"You ready for this, Michelle?"
Forget ants, hers is a mouth full of shark like teeth, rows upon rows.
"The real question is, is this mutt?"
The mad, mad glow in feral eyes reflects in canines ready to tear them apart.
"I don't get paid enough for this."
No, it's a ceiling. Ordinary. High powered fluorescent lights off, casting the room in shadow save for the sunlight streaming in from the blinds. There's something on his chest. It doesn't press down to rid his lungs of air. It's prone, actually. So maybe it's....no, it isn't a blanket, his room doesn't have those types of lights, where the fuck--
Akari Hizamaru peers down at his chest to see a foot resting there. That's perhaps more surprising (and mysterious) than the metal debris that surround him, seen from the corner of his eye on either side of him.
Who does this belong to? Ankle held between his index and thumb, Akari sits up more gingerly than the usual lumbering sway, and begins to take note.
"Sensei has studied the vast ankles from here to Japan, and this is definitely the dainty ankle of a mighty fine lady...." is whispered to himself, and he gently, gently begins to lift that foot, turns his cheek to a creamy calf (that should look familiar, with its ring of scars and whatnot), and puckers up--
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Sensei."
Akari's blood runs cold. His soul escapes his body so it doesn't have to stick with the orbs that flicker up to meet the bespeckled Leader of his division, Michelle K. Davis and the extremely unimpressed expression on her face. Michelle sits up on her elbows to look at him, and its within that moment he realizes--
It's the metal conference table who's components are strewn about the floor around him. It's her ankle. Its his dick on the line. He drops her foot as if burned, as if on actual fire searing into his bones, and just as quickly scoots back about a foot, climbs to his feet, hands at his sides, realizes he's naked, realizes her gaze swivels down just as quick--
"Well ya see, that's a funny story! I heard in a lecture by the Captain that if you hold a foot to your ear you can hear the, uh, the stars? Yeah, that's it! Cause of the space dust syncing up and shit like that." Now, Akari realizes this sounds like actual diarrhea to his own ears, but once his mouth has it in its mind to save his own ass, it cannot be stopped.
The Iron Curtain of silence and the grave closes over Michelle's face with every single word that leaves kiss-swollen lips. [that he can't seem to stop touching every once in awhile, that she can't stop staring at even as her temper flares to the surface, tell-tale pinch of her equally kiss-swollen lips]
"Would you look at that. The new reincarnation for Sailor Politician Shitbag has arisen," a new voice perks up, causing both of the not so secret agents to swivel towards it, shoulders taunt in warning--
Fully clothed and somehow (cruelly, rudely, motherfucker--) ignoring the state of Michelle's undress is one Heine Rammsteiner, the second resident 'janitor' and suspected spy or something or other to grace U-NASA's ranks, unofficially, under the table. Literally, in some cases, during meetings and the like.
[somehow it always turns into a pissing contest that results in the two of them wrestling and Michelle grabbing them by the ears and-- yeah, Akari can see how they came to be in this room, it doesn't take a rocket scientist]
He's equally unimpressed, but graces them with a backwards glance over one narrow shoulder regardless of this. That steady crimson gaze has something like heat furl deep in Akari's gut.
Despite the fearsome power he can feel radiating from Michelle, who he's turned his back to in order to face their companion, he wants to turn around. But he doesn't. But he does, he does, he does, that fearsome and awe inspiring gaze of Michelle's, eyes like the bolts of lightning someone else wields but oh, not to the extent as this one. Not enough to leave him stuck in place, struck to his very core.
He doesn't dare turn around, but the instant a bare arm [muscles he's felt holding his hips up, brushing against his face to tug a blanket over them--] brushes past him Akari's hair stands on ends with the crackle of power in the air as she stares Heine down, unabashed by her nakedness.
"And just when were you going to wake us up, you lazy bastard? If it wasn't for my hearing we could have gotten caught."
Heine's weight doesn't even shift from one foot to the other. "I was waiting for you to get caught ass red and all. But I forgot my popcorn...."
The shift of red from Michelle's neck to her face is a beautiful one that makes Akari's belly churn with anger just as easily as want.
"I'm going to choke the life out of you."
"Please, try."
"Akari--!" The command is sharp, he can almost reach out and prick his finger as if on a spinning wheel from her tone, but this is a prick-- ahhh...maybe he shouldn't make jokes like that, considering. Just as easily as pricks are bound by spells of fate, Akari is by Michelle's words.
They've fought back to back for their lives, to defend and for loyal duty and to save. And this is no different. A smirk scrawls across Akari's mouth as his fingers shift, string appears at the tips at his command and he pulls it taunt, loops it around one of Heine's ankles.
"You ready for this, Michelle?"
Forget ants, hers is a mouth full of shark like teeth, rows upon rows.
"The real question is, is this mutt?"
The mad, mad glow in feral eyes reflects in canines ready to tear them apart.
"I don't get paid enough for this."
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