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Mika fiddled with a pencil, glancing up at Shu as he scanned over the storyboard sketches for their latest music video. Shu's gaze was sharp, drifting between the frames Mika had so carefully drawn, nodding here and there, making the occasional murmur of approval.
"Good, very good," Shu commented, tapping his finger on one sketch showing Mika caught in dramatic shadows. "But here, there should be… more intensity. A certain allure," he murmured thoughtfully, his eyes flicking toward Mika as if weighing his next words. "Something striking. We’re artists, Kagehira, not children."
Mika swallowed, his face heating up. Intensity , Shu had said, allure . It was just the word he’d been trying to find, but couldn’t. He’d been captivated by the idea of adding something darker and more intimate, maybe something that played with heat, with light and shadow, but he couldn’t seem to find the words to say it. Wax , he thought, glancing down, something warm and beautiful, like Teach’s candles…
"Are you going to tell me what’s on your mind, Kagehira?" Shu’s voice broke into his thoughts. Mika’s head snapped up, cheeks flushed.
“I… uh…” He scratched the back of his head, grinning sheepishly. “I thought, uh, maybe, somethin’... warmer? Like the candles ‘n stuff ya like in the studio?”
Shu raised an eyebrow, his gaze narrowing with something almost amused. “Candles, hmm? And what exactly were you thinking of doing with them?”
The question hung heavy in the air, and Mika stammered, trying to explain without actually explaining, until Shu smirked and leaned closer, his tone as sharp as his gaze.
“Ah. I see,” Shu said softly, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. “You’re imagining something bold—artistic, daring. Wax, perhaps?”
Mika’s eyes widened, and Shu’s smirk grew, his expression brimming with the satisfaction of having read Mika’s thoughts so precisely.
“Why didn’t you say so?” Shu murmured, tapping his finger against the storyboard. “Let’s consider it for the concept… and maybe,” he added, his gaze intent, “for a bit of experimentation later.”
Mika’s face flared red, but he nodded, barely able to believe how easily Shu had pulled the idea from his mind.
Mika looked down, his hands fidgeting with the pencil, trying to wrap his mind around Shu’s suggestion. Shu watched him closely, seemingly amused by Mika’s flustered reaction, yet serious in his expression. He always had a way of cutting through Mika’s tangled thoughts, seeing right to the heart of things. It was both thrilling and terrifying.
“W-well, I jus’ thought,” Mika stammered, his voice barely above a whisper, “maybe… fer the MV, I mean… it’d look kinda… beautiful?” He glanced up quickly, desperate to see if Shu understood.
Shu tilted his head, his smirk softening into something more thoughtful, his gaze intent. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Kagehira. But I do agree—waxplay could capture that ‘dark allure’ we’re after. Not just visually,” he added, tracing his finger along one of Mika’s sketches, “but thematically. There’s something intriguing about the idea of surrender to sensation, wouldn’t you say?”
Mika’s breath caught, his mind reeling. “Yeah, s-somethin’ like that,” he managed, feeling heat rise to his cheeks again. It wasn’t just about the concept now; somehow, Shu had turned it into something far more personal.
Shu seemed to notice, his gaze softening just slightly. “You know, Kagehira, when it comes to art, there’s no need for restraint.” He stepped closer, his voice low. “The question is: are you willing to let yourself be the canvas?”
The words sent a shiver down Mika’s spine. He wasn’t sure if Shu was just indulging his idea or challenging him, but there was a serious glint in Shu’s eyes, one that spoke of both trust and expectation. It made Mika feel vulnerable, as though Shu could see every thought and feeling he tried to keep hidden.
With a steadying breath, Mika nodded. “Yeah… I trust ya, Teach.” The words slipped out, quiet but certain, as he met Shu’s gaze. “If ya think it’ll bring the vision to life… I’ll do it.”
A pleased smile played at Shu’s lips. “Good,” he murmured, reaching over to smooth a stray lock of Mika’s hair. “Then let’s make this not only a project but an experience. Meet me in the studio tomorrow. Let’s start by exploring this ‘intensity’—first, as artists… and then, perhaps, a bit more intimately.”
Mika’s heart thudded in his chest, caught between anticipation and nerves. He gave a small nod, unable to hold back a shy smile as Shu turned to leave. As the studio door closed behind him, Mika was left with the glow of candlelight and the thrilling promise of what tomorrow might bring.
The next evening, Shu strode toward the studio with a sense of anticipation thrumming beneath his usual composure. He hadn’t expected to feel this excited for something Mika had suggested so tentatively, and yet… the idea of blending art with intimacy had an appeal he couldn’t resist.
As he opened the door, he was surprised to find the room aglow with soft, golden light. Candles—far more than he owned—were scattered around the studio, each one casting gentle shadows that flickered across the walls. And there, standing proudly by a low table set with wax and supplies, was Mika, his face lighting up as Shu entered.
“Oh, Teach! Yer here early—well, uh, earlier than I thought ya’d be,” Mika said, his grin wide and unguarded. He gestured around the room, clearly proud of his handiwork. “I, uh, thought maybe I’d set the scene, y’know? Make it all fancy-like for ya.”
Shu blinked, taking in the meticulous setup. Mika had arranged everything in a precise way—artistic, even—down to the colors of the wax, mirroring the tones they had discussed: soft blues, deep violets, and a few hints of gold. He’d even spread out a thick, comfortable mat in the center of the room, where the candlelight pooled the brightest. It was obvious that Mika had poured his heart into this preparation, and Shu felt a strange, unfamiliar flutter in his chest at the sight.
But before Shu could voice his approval, Mika’s grin turned a bit mischievous. “I, uh, had another thought about the, y’know, ‘concept.’” He scratched his cheek, glancing away shyly before looking back up with a spark in his eye. “What if… what if yer the one who gets the wax?”
Shu’s expression shifted, caught off guard, his usual control momentarily slipping. “You… want me to be the canvas?”
“Yeah,” Mika replied, voice soft but confident. “I know it’s a bit unexpected, but I thought it’d be fittin’. Yer always sayin’ I’m yer masterpiece, but I wanna show ya that… well, I can make somethin’ beautiful too.”
For once, Shu was speechless, the idea hitting him harder than he’d anticipated. Mika wanted to be in control, wanted to shape him into something beautiful. The thought made his pulse quicken. He swallowed, unable to keep the surprise—and, if he was honest, the faint blush—from his face.
“You’ve put quite a bit of thought into this, haven’t you?” Shu’s voice came out steadier than he felt, his tone only slightly teasing.
Mika’s grin softened, a bit nervous now. “Guess I got kinda excited. But only if ya want to, Teach. I just thought…” He paused, his voice gentling. “You do so much fer me. Let me take care of ya this time.”
The sincerity in Mika’s words left Shu momentarily disarmed. He had never considered letting someone else guide him in something so vulnerable and intimate, but Mika… Mika had always been different. And, more than he wanted to admit, he was curious about how Mika would handle this role.
“Very well,” Shu said after a beat, his usual commanding tone softened. He removed his jacket and stepped forward, meeting Mika’s gaze with unguarded trust. “If you think you’re capable, Kagehira, then I’ll place myself in your hands.”
Mika’s eyes sparkled with excitement, and he let out a soft, almost relieved laugh. “Then let’s make it somethin’ to remember.”
~°~
Mika guided Shu to sit on the mat, speaking softly as he arranged him just so. Shu could feel Mika’s warm, calloused hands lingering as he gently moved Shu’s arm or adjusted his posture, and with each touch, the initial awkwardness began to melt away.
After a few moments, Mika held up a small candle, smiling reassuringly. “Alright, Teach. Just… tell me if it’s too hot. I wanna make this somethin’ you enjoy.”
“Kagehira, sometimes the silence between the notes holds the most meaning”
Mika gave a brief nod. Shu practically told him to shut the hell up.
Shu locked his eyes on Mika, feeling something he rarely allowed—relinquishing control, placing his trust in someone else. As Mika let the first drop fall, a flicker of warmth tingled on Shu’s skin, intense yet surprisingly soothing. He drew a sharp breath, his pulse quickening.
Mika watched him intently, a gentle smile playing on his lips, proud and confident. "Beautiful,” Mika murmured, so quietly that Shu almost missed it.
Shu’s cheeks warmed, but this time it wasn’t from the wax. It was from Mika’s voice, the awe and gentleness in it that Shu rarely heard.
In that moment, under Mika’s careful hand, Shu felt like he was not only Mika’s canvas but, for once, his masterpiece.
Shu’s breaths grew slower, his entire body attuned to each drop of heated wax. The sensation was both grounding and electrifying, and he found himself surrendering to it completely. He had expected something dramatic, but what Mika created was so tenderly intense that it took his breath away. There was something different, something Shu had never experienced before—he wasn’t just the subject; he was Mika’s creation .
The thought left him shaken in a way he hadn’t anticipated. Mika’s creation . Shu almost trembled as he realized how completely he’d let Mika take control. And Mika—his usually shy, stammering Mika—was calm and focused, his eyes darkened with intent as he guided Shu’s experience with each touch, each drop. Shu found himself wishing he could capture the exact look on Mika’s face as he handled him with such careful control. The mere thought sent a thrill through Shu’s body.
Mika’s hand hovered over him, tilting another candle to release a drop, pausing for just a moment before letting it fall—a small but deliberate action, as if he were savoring his power in this shared intimacy. Shu’s lips parted, his pulse thrumming faster. This was Mika’s creation, every bit of it, and Shu felt the artistry, the love, and the awe behind it.
When Mika’s gaze finally met his, Shu felt his breath catch. There was a confidence in Mika’s eyes that he’d never seen before—a mixture of pride, focus, and something else that felt almost possessive. It was as if, for once, Shu was no longer the master of his own artistry. Mika was in control, and the knowledge of it made Shu’s entire body respond, trembling slightly under Mika’s careful hand.
“Kagehira…” Shu murmured, his voice soft but weighted, as if thinking aloud. Mika’s cheeks flushed slightly, though he held Shu’s gaze, the corner of his mouth quirking in a rare, self-assured smile. Shu shivered at the sight, realizing that Mika was reveling in this moment, in this creation he’d made of Shu.
“Ya really like this, Teach?” Mika asked, his voice gentle, the weight of Shu’s trust clearly not lost on him.
Shu nodded, his eyes steady. “You’ve earned it. This… this is yours .”
Mika’s eyes widened slightly, his smile softening, though his hands remained steady. “Then let me make ya somethin’ beautiful,” he whispered, almost to himself, as he lifted another candle.
In that instant, Shu’s heart raced, his entire body alight with more than just the heat of the wax. For the first time, he understood what it meant to be the creation, the one on the receiving end of Mika’s vision. And, as another drop of wax met his skin, he knew he’d never forget this feeling—of being cherished, of being shaped by Mika’s hands, and, more than anything, of being someone Mika wanted to call his own.
As Mika’s confidence grew, his touches began to linger, his fingers tracing the path of the warm wax cooling on Shu’s skin. Each caress sent a shiver through Shu, a contrast of warmth and tenderness that made him feel exposed in a way he hadn’t anticipated. Mika’s hands, usually reserved and unsure, were now steady, purposeful, as if he’d discovered an unspoken language between them—a language that needed no words, only the soft sighs and the sharp intakes of breath Shu couldn’t quite stifle.
Mika leaned closer, his breath brushing against Shu’s skin, heightening his senses with each small gesture. Shu could feel Mika’s eyes on him, watching his every reaction, attuned to every tiny movement. The intensity in Mika’s gaze only seemed to deepen, his expression captivated and intent. Shu realized, with another subtle thrill, that Mika was savoring his control over him, the way Shu’s body responded to each calculated drop, each gentle stroke.
“Ya feelin’ okay, Teach?” Mika’s voice was soft but laced with a confidence Shu had only seen glimmers of before. His tone was uncharacteristically low, husky in a way that made Shu’s pulse quicken.
“Yes,” Shu managed, his voice a mere murmur, thick with the intensity of his own feelings.
Mika gave a small, satisfied smile, and in that moment, Shu felt utterly vulnerable under his care. Mika’s fingertips trailed lightly over the cooling wax, pressing just enough to make Shu shiver, a mixture of sensation that sent heat pooling in his chest, his stomach, lower. He leaned over Shu, his face now inches away, and Shu caught the faintest hint of Mika’s breath on his lips, warm and tantalizingly close.
Slowly, Mika tilted another candle, letting the wax drip down Shu’s collarbone, tracing a slow, deliberate line down his chest. Shu’s breathing quickened, a barely restrained sound of pleasure escaping his lips, a reaction that only seemed to embolden Mika. The wax cooled quickly on Shu’s skin, but Mika’s touch was right there, fingers grazing over each line, mapping out Shu’s body with reverence and a hint of possessiveness that made Shu’s heart race.
As Mika leaned in further, his lips brushed the edge of the wax trail, following the path he’d created with gentle, open-mouthed kisses. Shu’s entire body tensed, anticipation thrumming through him as Mika’s mouth continued downward, pressing softly over each mark, as if sealing his claim on Shu’s skin. Each kiss grew bolder, more lingering, until Mika’s mouth hovered just above Shu’s heart, feeling the rapid beat beneath.
“...beautiful,” Mika murmured, his voice a low, reverent whisper that made Shu’s chest tighten. “Like this… just for me.”
Those words undid him. Shu’s hands found their way to Mika’s shoulders, pulling him closer, his control slipping entirely as he surrendered to the pleasure of being touched, of being wanted. And as Mika’s hands roamed over his skin, tracing more paths, more lines, Shu realized with complete certainty that, for once, he was content to be the one yielding, to be the one touched, cherished, and, most of all, loved in a way only Mika could give.
Mika’s kisses continued downward, each one lingering a moment longer than the last, mapping out a path Shu could feel pulsing under his skin. Mika’s lips brushed gently over the dried wax trails, his mouth soft yet insistent, each kiss carrying a heat that ignited something deeper within Shu. He found himself arching subtly into Mika’s touch, wanting more, his usual restraint slipping further away.
Mika paused, his gaze tracing over Shu with a mixture of reverence and desire that left Shu feeling bare in the most exquisite way. "Every mark… feels like mine," Mika murmured, his voice a mixture of wonder and possession that sent another shiver through Shu’s body.
“Kagehira…” Shu’s voice was barely a whisper, but the way Mika’s eyes flicked up at the sound showed he’d heard, and it fueled something even bolder in Mika. He tilted another candle over Shu’s shoulder, letting the wax drip down in a steady, languid trail along his collarbone and chest. Each drop left a trace of warmth that burned and soothed all at once, the sensations threading together into something deeply, profoundly intimate.
Shu’s breath hitched as Mika’s hands followed, one moving slowly to Shu’s jaw, gently tilting his face to meet his gaze. Mika’s thumb brushed along Shu’s cheekbone, his touch unexpectedly tender as his fingers splayed over Shu’s neck, feeling the rapid pulse beneath. There was something possessive in that hold, as if Mika wanted to claim every part of him, and Shu, for once, found himself wanting that just as much.
In one slow movement, Mika leaned closer, his lips capturing Shu’s in a kiss that began soft, exploratory, but quickly deepened. Shu’s hands slipped to Mika’s waist, gripping him tighter as he melted into the kiss, savoring the way Mika’s mouth molded to his, warm and insistent, each brush of their lips sending sparks racing through him.
Mika’s hands roamed lower, his fingers grazing over the trails of wax cooling along Shu’s skin, each touch evoking a delicate tension between heat and chill that sent a thrill straight through Shu. Mika’s touch was patient, lingering, as if he were savoring every inch, taking his time to memorize the texture and shape of Shu under his fingertips.
Shu felt utterly captivated, pulled into a world where all that mattered was Mika’s hands, Mika’s mouth, and the quiet intensity of Mika’s eyes that never wavered, even as they grew darker with each passing moment.
“Teach…” Mika’s voice was a husky whisper against his ear, the low timbre causing Shu to shiver, “how does it feel?”
Shu struggled to find the words, his own voice rough with desire. “Incredible,” he managed, breathless. “Every… every touch, every kiss… Kagehira, I…”
Mika’s mouth found his again, silencing any further words as he pulled Shu closer, his touch no longer tentative but fully assured, leaving no space between them. And in that closeness, with every brush of their lips, every caress, Shu felt himself unravel, each sensation a testament to the trust and longing they shared.
Mika’s fingers returned to the candle he had set aside, lifting it with a glint in his eye that sent a fresh rush of anticipation through Shu. With a steady hand, Mika tilted the candle, letting the hot wax drip over Shu’s chest in slow, deliberate streams. Each drop was a burst of sensation, a flash of heat that Shu felt down to his core, the pain mixing seamlessly with pleasure as he gasped, his head falling back against the mat.
Mika’s eyes remained fixed on Shu, watching every reaction with rapt attention, every shiver, every tremor. He shifted the candle slightly, letting the wax fall over Shu’s collarbone and then down along his arm, creating trails that cooled as they settled, leaving a path of hardened wax in intricate patterns. Mika’s hands followed each line, his fingers tracing the wax trails with a gentle intensity that contrasted sharply with the earlier aggression, heightening Shu’s sensitivity and leaving him breathless.
“Do you feel it?” Mika murmured, his voice a low whisper as his hand drifted down, fingers ghosting over Shu’s skin. Shu could only nod, his breath caught, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure as Mika continued his exploration. The feeling was electric, every touch of Mika’s hands igniting a new spark, his body responding eagerly, each moment driving him further into a haze of blissful submission.
Mika leaned in, pressing his lips to the freshly cooled wax, his mouth tracing over each line and shape he’d created. Shu’s breath stuttered as Mika’s lips moved, his kisses leaving a trail of warmth that seemed to reignite the sensations from the wax, the contrast of warmth and cooling wax sending a thrill through his body. Shu’s fingers gripped Mika’s shoulders tightly, grounding himself in the intensity of it all as Mika continued to explore, each touch filled with both reverence and hunger.
Mika’s gaze met Shu’s, and in that shared look, Shu saw the passion, the possessive desire that had taken hold of Mika. It was a side of him Shu hadn’t seen, one that was fierce and unafraid, and it left him utterly captivated. Mika lowered the candle again, dripping wax down Shu’s stomach in slow, controlled movements, his other hand following to soothe the heat, creating a rhythm that left Shu breathless.
“Kagehira, ah~” Shu managed, his voice thick with want as he surrendered himself completely to Mika’s control, letting himself feel every moment, every touch, every sensation.
With a newfound urgency, Mika’s movements became bolder, his hands exploring Shu’s body with a reverent yet intense touch. Every caress, every trail of his fingers over the wax patterns he'd created, seemed to bring them both closer to a tipping point. Shu’s breaths grew shallow, his chest rising and falling with anticipation as Mika’s lips found his again, igniting them both in a passionate kiss that held nothing back.
Mika’s hands settled on Shu’s waist, guiding him closer until there was no distance left between them, their bodies pressed together, sharing the warmth and the heat they’d built together. Shu’s heart pounded, each beat heightening the tension between them, every brush of Mika’s skin against his own sending waves of pleasure through him, until the buildup became an ache, an uncontainable need for release.
Lost in the intensity of the moment, Mika's gaze held Shu's, filled with an admiration and desire that seemed to deepen with every second. Their breaths came in sync, heavy and laden with everything they'd shared in this space. With each shared heartbeat, their passion climbed, the overwhelming pleasure washing over them like a tidal wave as they reached their peak together, both of them lost in the electrifying intimacy that bound them in the moment.
~°~
The next day, Shu was back in the studio early, flipping through the storyboards with his usual focus, though his eyes carried a slight sparkle—a satisfaction that only Mika would recognize. Mika arrived soon after, hesitating briefly at the door, half-expecting some acknowledgment of last night. But Shu barely looked up, only offering his usual nod before delving into the day’s work.
Mika watched him from across the room, wondering if Shu truly meant to act as if last night was just another storyboard discussion. It was only when Shu finally cleared his throat, eyes on a particular page, that he betrayed a hint of something deeper.
“For the scene where the protagonist’s gaze meets the artist’s. There’s… something I want in it. A feeling.” He paused, and for the briefest moment, his eyes flicked toward Mika, catching his gaze in a flash of silent intensity before looking away.
“A feeling?” Mika’s voice was soft, laced with curiosity. He took a step closer, searching Shu’s expression.
“Yes, a sort of…” Shu hesitated, visibly grappling with the words. His fingers traced a line on the paper, marking an invisible path. “Something that captures reverence, but also a kind of…” His voice lowered, a softness entering his tone. “Unrestrained need.”
Mika’s cheeks warmed as he understood Shu’s unsaid words. That feeling Shu was describing was unmistakably theirs—last night’s silent worship, a connection beyond the physical. Shu’s guarded expression couldn’t hide the truth; Mika saw through the pretense to the honesty Shu refused to voice aloud.
Shu cleared his throat, his expression cool as ever, though his hand lingered near Mika’s, fingers brushing against the page. “Think you can capture that?” His tone was challenging, his posture straight, but in his eyes, there was a flicker of hope that Mika could see past his guarded walls.
Mika grinned, a confidence shining in his smile as he leaned forward, letting his voice drop to a whisper. “I think I already did, Teach.”
For a moment, Shu’s composed facade faltered, and his eyes softened, the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Good,” he murmured, his gaze lingering on Mika a second longer before he turned away, hiding his own quiet pride in knowing Mika had read his heart as clearly as a page from his own storyboard.