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Diavolo approaches into the shared living room space, letting out an exhale as he sets himself on the aging, yet cozy loveseat. His hair- in lengthy, pink and patterned twists, and adorned with cuffs of gold, outlines his person before a leading hand places them to a preferred position.
He hums as he takes in his surroundings, letting his senses, like several satellites, receive whatever they pick up. The lingering aroma of the dinner he and his boyfriend shared, the aging but downy cushions underneath him along with the forever familiar tickle of his hair. The distant sounds of suds greet his ears with rushing water on plates being scrubbed and placed to dry as well.
“Kira, you going to be done with those plates anytime soon?” Diavolo calls out as he leans his head in the kitchen’s direction.
“Just another plate to wash, dear. Although tonight's dinner did make a bit of a mess so I’ll be in here for a while. The television remote should be nearby you as well as a few books by the right.” Kira proposes.
“Do make yourself comfortable if needed be.” He adds.
Making a small noise of acknowledgement, Diavolo turns his head back around, inspecting the remote. Then crooking his head to the rack of books that doubled as a table on top, a lanky lamp keeping it company on the side. Deciding none of these can quench his supposed boredom, he continues the act of letting his senses sense.
Diavolo visits Kira whenever he can, a work/boyfriend balance, if one will. Comparing to his… business… back in Italy, a trip to his beloved's residence in Japan for a few weeks is a needed vacation. No hotel back home comes with an added in boyfriend! The pink has been staying for a over week now, no clear clue on when he’ll be home again. No matter, he is here now.
His eyes deliberately blink, the tranquil atmosphere filling in.
Wide-spreading on the couch, he lays both tattooed arms on either side of the loveseat’s backrest , breaths calculated and aware. As the minutes pass, sounds of the outside world allow themselves to be heard. Several kids rush (Which is funny as the NorthEast section is primarily filled with old folk) home before the lightpost turns on and birds chirping some evening sweetsong. He focuses back on the inside of the residence, sound of the low whirring air conditioner, mixed with his own slight, involuntary movements. Extra minutes feel as if they slug by as the sounds all blend into the world from which they came.
But then, a new sound. Soft footsteps, growing in volume and making their way to the living room.
“Done.” Kira remarks as he slides the shoji door close behind him. “Faster than I assumed too.”
He steps to the armrest nearest to him, looking down at the occupied space by one, loveseat for two. Now a fast growing annoyance at how the way Diavolo spread himself out like that on the seat. Folding his arms, Kira halts to think. The sight of the man alone, despite the circumstance, allows his mind to do the talking for a bit. The sight before him, a juxtaposition.
The man committing the act was a being of raw beauty, a shocking sight, yet there he laid, utterly peaceful.
His pink spotted hair, cascaded his being with absurdly long length. Gracefully in medium twists and decorated in gold, evenly done, evenly crafted. Askew, did it flow from the top of his head as it was flipped to one side, sparse on the other. Two twists fell over his face as well , like rebel pink streams , parting their separate ways at his nose and flowing down his body. His dark sepia skin only complimented this as it too glittered in more ways than one. Gold piercings bedazzled his features and makeup of darker hues danced on his face, eyes closed and curtained by thick eyelashes, his full lips laced in a glossy black and purple delectable hue, transitioning inwards. Diavolo’s body, much bigger than Kira's, both horizontally and vertically.
Fabric working overtime in some places, very underworked in others. Exposed arm muscles with tattoos like vines on tree trunks . He sits, wide legged, as his thighs melted into the seat, causing them to look bulkier than they are. This isn’t Kira being a perv. His boyfriend is just in an outfit of the skimpy sort yet simple; a black tank-top and short, breezy shorts. Kira wasn’t sure how long he was staring for so he habitually glances to the floor as he silently admires the prior features of Diavolo in the back of his head, face growing warm, but before he got to into it, he remembers his current situation and snaps out of it.
Letting out an annoyed grunt, Kira taps the pink’s wrist.
“Some room on the seat would be nice, you know?”
The seat hogger peeps at him, a green pupil taking before closing it , he answers. “It is nice, you gotta try it when you get the time, gatitino .”
“I meant a seat for myself..?” He grew irritated, and it would have been more too if it wasnt for that voice of Diavolo and that pet name.
“Hmmm. You want the right thigh or the left? I hear some guy’s going around taking up entire loveseats, so I advise seat lookers like you to keep your eyes peeled. Though, I think sitting on laps is out the question for him so take all the time you need to choose.” Diavolo’s eyes open gradually, to Kira’s scowl paired with pink tinted cheeks to which a grin of the crap eating sort formed on his own face. Teasing this man he called his every now and again always is a treat, especially with how he reacted the same, every time no fail.
The pink cheeks are new, however.
He rose up and dramatically brought a hand to his chest. “Oh, my manners slip me so! A seat for his majesty, the Queen of the Crimson Court.” He then does a mix of a curtsey and a bow, which because of how stupid it looked, only amplified the gag.
“I’ll be on the engawa.”
“Teasing, teasing! Come, my love.” Diavolo reaches for his love and tugs him back over with minimal effort. A small hint of surprise escaped Kira but his expression hastily returns to annoyance. He takes his place on the couch, occupying the reasonable amount one should. Diavolo reclaims his spot as well, only widening his arms on the backrest this time. A hand rests in the view of the corner of Kira’s eye, to which he glances at before scooting close to the pink.
“I suppose… no T.V? As well as no book in your hands either, you just sat here?” Kira peers at him for an answer and with eyes still on Diavolo, he reaches for the remote.
“Yes, and a matter of fact, join me. Don’t bother picking up that remote.”
“…Why?”
The remote remains in its place as Kira’s hand hovers over it, debating if he should fulfill Diavolo’s request.
“When was the last time you sat with your thoughts, with yourself? Besides the TV will remain as it was, so will the books if you prefer that. But not this moment. Not this.” Diavolo spectates the smaller man’s moves as Kira’s quizzical gaze falters to the remote. Back to the pink. Then repeat. After a few seconds, he lets out a sound of compliance as he slowly inches back into the seat, laying his hands on his lap.
“Mmm. Good. Very good.”
Diavolo’s deep voice croons, Kira receiving that same flushed feeling from earlier. Perhaps it was the fulfillment of his request or the choice of words, regardless, he clears his throat. “What now?” Kira turns his body to face the other man. “I suppose I should keep at it while following your direction. So, what is the plan?”
No answer, instead Diavolo’s eyes deepen their scan over the other’s frame. Up then a slow, slow descent down… then up again with both eyes and a mouth that blooms a bewitching upturn of his lips.
A handsome man, that Yoshikage Kira.
Sporting his white hair in that same trusty and true slickback. Black stripes made a variance vertically throughout his hair like a zebra. He always smelt of some hair product mixed in with his usual fragrant balm. A face of features, mostly sculpted in angularity on his face; eyes of the downward sort with dark, big pupils. Thick, bushy eyebrows matching the darkness of his assumingly cold eyes. Prominent cheekbones and a long nose, with lips, moisturized yet sheen. His moles prickle his pale face sparsely, the most clear one under his mouth. He is in no means big or tall, outside of his broad shoulders, he is of an average build. His medium purple dress shirt tucked neatly up his elbows and into his white slacks, tied all together with his favourite monochrome skull tie.
Diavolo’s expression softened but a confused Kira cocks his eyebrow.
“Well? What now?” He repeated.
“Just an exercise so…” Answering then pausing, Diavolo decides to poke at the fact Kira needed direction.
“…Did your 9 to 5 do such a number on you that you’ve grown eager to follow direction from anyone you deem a superior? You into that? You want me to tell you what to do, hmm?”
A teasing Diavolo strikes twice in a row , as he play pouts his lips in sarcastic sympathy.
Now, cross your arms and scoff at me, like you do, my love. Do it.
However, the result wasn't a cup of the usual like Diavolo has grown to witness. But it was a switch in Kira’s demeanor who flinches, taken aback by this particular tease. His hands not really sure what to do either. Diavolo watches as he malfunctions, his own pout fading.
Despite that, he didn’t move away, or even avert his gaze, no, rather he and his noticeably pinker face made himself closer as if he was expecting to hear more. As if he wanted him to continue.
Diavolo feels his own face warm up at the sight, a deep raspberry hue on his cheeks now for sure. He darts around, but the man before him hasn't moved an inch.
Was Kira… into that? Woah…woah.
Deciding to shut the operation down, Diavolo lets out a strained chuckle to reset the atmosphere, raising his hands in the air.
“Teasing! Teasing again, my love. All in good fun, you know this well.”
“Ah.. “ Kira’s hand rubs his neck for an uncomfortably longer time than it should’ve.
The two scooch back from whence they came, Kira clearing his throat and returning to his stiff position.
“…Well that was too far.” Stern, he crosses his arms. “Your teasing can have… its effects, you know. Be mindful next time.” As a matter of fact if it had gone any further, this would count as the plethora of times Diavolo’s teasing brought them somewhere unexpected. In more ways than one…to say the least.
“I’ll keep it at a minimum then .” Diavolo prematurely ending his sentence. He planned to end it on another tease but correctly decided it was immature.
The two remain silent with an unclear emotion, that is untill Kira hums, which catches his partner’s attention. “Though, I can’t lie, my work may have influenced my habits, wellbeing , and some of my beliefs to a degree.” He pauses for an uncomfortable time, leaving it open ended and for one to assume something else. Seemingly not aware that-
“NOT.. not to that degree, no. Oh my- no! Hah! No. Just … other degrees.” Kira emphasizes before “fixing” his tie, for a bit too long. He flushes a bit , shrinking a little into the seat.
Diavolo on the other end, lets out an unrestrained chuckle, which gets Kira to twist his head (a bit too fast) back to the pink. He then inches closer, and the striped haired man reciprocates briefly after. “Baby, work can be tiring, spending hours of your week in a cycle.” He keeps it incredibly vague. Smooth. “Grateful that I can be with you, Kira .. when I really need to rest and unwind.”
By now, Diavolo inadvertently swallowed up most of the loveseat’s space , knees tucked into him and his arms by his side. The smaller man did a double take, wondering how he made it so close to him. That… quietly too. Instead of making a comment on Diavolo’s answer a look sweeps on Kira’s face. Then, he innocently smiles.
“I believe I’ve told you, I am a salary worker for Kame-Yu Department Stores in Morioh, and have been for the past 7 years or so.”
“You have. Often when you are complaining about your coworkers, higher ups, even the janitor once. Why bring this up now, I wonder?”
“Well, it’s just that.. I don’t think you’ve told me what you did for work. If you did, it must of slipped my mind! Do you think you could give me a refresher?“
Its his turn to provoke, but unlike his partner’s, Kira’s reasons are usually fueled by curiousity.. maybe a sprinkle of “get back” this time ‘round.
Diavolo’s face playfully leans to the side, his hair falling suit, tilting his head in an opposing direction then swings his head back in. Inhaling deep, he props himself up to his actual height when sitting and looms over Kira, who unconsciously backs himself into the seat’s corner.
(As if that man wasn't scrunched into the seat enough.)
His body language communicated it clearly, but his facial expression struggled to find its appearance so he simply ganders up at Diavolo who underneath his grand eyelashes, green eyes bore into him; he licks his lips “idly” in a way that reminds Kira of his forked tongue modification.
That did not help the situation. That did not help the situation at all.
“Kira?”
“Y-Yes..?”
“A drawer with several nail clippings kept in tiny jars. Labeled. Ring any bells? Specifically, in a drawer that I… so happened to stumble upon when I was settling in, you surely wouldn’t mind telling me why that is… do you?”
A grimace formed on Diavolo’s face internally , but he kept himself cool and collected as he watched the striped haired man’s below start to sweat icicles.
“Well? I’m waiting….” Diavolo shifted his head to the other side, his hair following suit. However, there is no need, because Kira already threw in the towel seconds prior.
“Touché.” Showing his defeat , Kira mopes and turns his head into a direction where Diavolo is not.
The pink hair’s man’s grin made itself known and he let out a sound of content, backing himself away and resting an arm behind Kira’s space on the seat.
“Unless you’re ready to share, then my lips are sealed. Remember? Because I think this may have slipped my mind as well, so say it with me now. A-?”
“-a secret for a secret, of equal weight.. I’m aware.”
Of course Kira knows, he agreed to it ever so long ago, knowing he is a man of secrets to be well guarded as well. He just didn’t take into account how nosy or more secretive the other man he can be. He lets out an annoyed grunt as heremains to face the other way. Until, A mercy-filled hand guides his face to view Diavolo’s and their eyes meet.
A look of earnest sympathy greeted his now one melted of any lament. Instantly yielding into the warm touch of Diavolo’s iced hands; a few of the digits with more rings on them shift around his slightly flushed cheek.
“How’s about we do the exercise I mentioned earlier, hmm? Secret free.” His voice, now coated with a tone so sweet that was sure to be the cherry on top to make up for proir.
“But..only if you’re up for it that is.” Diavolo adds.