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There's something bothering Ike for a while now, a concept that he badly wants to try out himself on someone else. The only thing that's stopping him is the fact that there's no one that he finds comfortable to try it on, other than one specific person.
The sorcerer and the mafia boss weren't really fit for the idea, considering how they might not be up for it & how they can be oblivious sometimes.
The fox detective can become insufferable at times and would just make everything else awkward.
So, that leaves...
The voice demon who is also known for being head over heels for the novelist.
"I have an idea."
"Oh? I'm all ears, what is it?"
"...I need you to lay down on the floor to make it work first."
Amused at the request, Vox tried to question it. "Where's this coming from? I've been trying for so long to shoot my shots at you and now-"
"Just shut up and listen to me, Vox."
It's like someone, or rather; something, flipped a switch inside Ike.
The voice demon gulped at the sudden change in the novelist's demeanor.
With a gasp, Vox landed on the ground, not too rough nor too gentle. He lied there, stunlocked, not knowing what to do but to keep his eyes on the novelist that he oh so heavily fallen in love for.
Breaking the tension, Ike slowly walks towards him.
"Don't move."
He warned Vox, causing the voice demon to tense up a little bit. But he did maintain his position as per Ike's request.
...
"Heh." The novelist began.
"Who really needs restraints... such as handcuffs?"
Eveland carefully steps on spaces near Akuma's wrists, one by one.
"There's a perfect space between the tip of my shoe and my heel, where your wrists fit just right."
After making that statement, he proceeds to do what he had just suggested, completely unfazed. He had trapped his wrists just by the use of his heels.
Vox himself has pale skin, but this was the first time a noticeable tinge of red has been shown onto his face.
The sight made Ike mischievously chuckle at his reaction.
There was a moment of silence between them, staring into one another.
Addressing his flushed expression on his face, Ike teased, "Red does truly look good on you." As an attempt to bite back, it was followed with a scoff from Vox, "Yeah well, it is my color after all, so..." Trying his best to keep his cool.
But can he really stay focused if someone handsome like Ike Eveland, is quite literally, hovering over himself?
The novelist repositioned his feet away from the demon's wrists in order to sit and straddle on him properly.
His body tensed up once again, clearing his throat. "H-Hey, big guy."
It was Eveland's turn to be amused, "You can sit up to get a closer look, but you're not allowed to touch me."
Akuma complies, yet he also attempted to wrap his arms around him. But to no avail, he was met with a light slap on both of his arms.
"What did I say, Vox?" Ike tutted.
It was worth a shot... Vox slightly sighed, proceeding to place both of his hands on the ground to support his sitting posture.
Ike then makes a move to lean in closer, while his straddling position was completely maintained. His fishnet-gloved hands travel, one rests on Vox's chest while the other caresses the demon's face.
Instinctively, Vox also leans in on the novelist's touch, as he resists to move his hands to return the act of affection.
"God, Ike, you're starting to up your game, huh?"
"I might as well just give in already. Couldn't help but feel bad for you after the several times I've avoided your... attempts... of trying to win me."
Vox wasn't so sure, but he noticed Ike's voice has gotten a bit deeper just for this little 'experiment' he's trying to conduct on him.
And he is here for all of it.
The inches of space between them had suddenly closed, meaning Ike went in for a kiss.
Vox was taken aback but it didn't take him long enough to catch onto what is happening. He kisses in return, continuing to resist the temptation of caressing Ike.
Almost coming off as a whine, Vox begs. "Ike, can I... please..."
Ike knew what he was wanting to die for.
He chuckled mischievously, "Alright, you can touch me back now."
With a huge sigh of relief, the voice demon sat up properly as his arms quickly latched onto the novelist's waists.
This time, it was Vox who went in for the kiss.
It didn't escalate into a heated kiss, either. The first one by Ike almost did, but for Vox, oddly enough, it just remained something so lukewarm and soft.
Clearing the air between them, Vox, of course, had found a way to make the atmosphere a little less pure than it was several seconds ago.
"Using your heels to trap me was pretty hot."
"Oh shut it, Vox. You got your voice as your charm point, I think that's even more attractive than my idea just now."
"Ike, everything I find hot about you is your charm point. Your gloves, your glasses, your heels... Even this fancy little thing you wear on your ear."
Vox leans in one more to give Ike's golden ear accessory a kiss, sending tiny shivers down the novelist's spine.
Ike simply hums in content. "Mm. That oddly felt very comforting, thank you."
Vox rested his head on his partner's shoulder for a while, "Don't mention it, Ikey." He responds, now wrapping his arms around his waist and snuggling a bit tighter.
"...idiot.." He playfully muttered on the other side. The demon didn't quite catch what he said, so he let out a confused hum.
Pulling away from each other a little, Ike made contact with Vox's eyes.
"You're such an idiot."
"I am your idiot, Ike-chael."
"..."
"And you're my smart cookie."
Eveland let out a funny snort and gave Akuma a quick peck on the lips once again.
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