Enter Free For All [any universe, any version, just let me know, noisy muse is noisy, etc.~]

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Metaroids could be truly interesting things. To think that a Metaroid from a film projector could create life-like, realistic and, most importantly, solid and tangible images... To consider the power inherent in simple kitchen tools...

Discovering the existence of polygraph machines was trés bien as far as Enter was concerned, and upon corrupting one of these marvelous machines with Metavirus: Shinjitsu, he was presented with a Metaroid that could, through the facilitation of small darts, force the victim to speak only the truth.

What havoc they will wreak together. Magnifique!

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[emperortoughguy]

Well, that's definitely something, and I breathe a little sigh of relief I didn't realize I was holding.

He continues, but I'm so caught up in the relief that no matter what happens after today I'm not gonna lose him completely (I've lost too many friends who just didn't understand, but Naoto's different, he's special, he's the most special guy I've ever met after Senpai and I just... I don't wanna lose him), and he uses way too many big words in casual conversation, never mind when he's trying to be really serious and intent and... detective and embarrassed too.

I think I catch maybe three words on the first pass, and then I pause for a long moment and try to parse his words more carefully.

Make the suggestion, so an offer of some type. Possibly explore and... engage in activities? Beyond the boundaries...

Of mere...

Friendship.

I stare down at him a little blankly, my mouth silently forming the words, beyond the boundaries of mere friendship.

"So, uh. Then. Are you sayin'... You wanna kiss again?"

[wheeloffortune]

I wait patiently, and watch a serious of expressions of contemplation pass over his face, as he sorts through my words. He is not stupid, I would never consider him so, and those that do do not know him as I do. Have not fought beside him, have not listened to his truly insightful nature, a nature clouded by his attitude and manner of dress.

Not that his attitude and manner of dress do not have their own unique appeal. I have... certainly noted their appeal on many occasions.

He comes to the simplest conclusion, and while it was not all I was trying to ask of him, it is not exactly unrelated or untrue.

I let out a small, breathless sort of laugh. Not a malicious one, and I hope he does not take it as mocking, because it is truly a laugh of pure affection.

"Yes, Kanji. I would very much like to kiss again."

A half second later, I realize I dropped the honorific from his name.

[emperortoughguy]

Now he's laughing at me, but I don't think he means it mean like. I think it's supposed to be a 'laughing with' kind of laugh but I don't feel like laughing much.

I feel like kissing him.

So I do, damn it. I lean down, and I put one hand at his waist and I grab the back of his neck with the other and I kiss him, a little harder than the last two times, a bit more forceful more...

Needy?

And it's not until then that I realize he just called me Kanji, no -kun, for the first time.

Damn.

[wheeloffortune]

His hands spread around me, wide and strong, one near my waist, the other steady at the back of my neck. And then he is kissing me again, more fiercely, with much more passion.

Needy, I think. Is the correct word for it. Quite needy.

I do not mind.

I do not mind at all.

My own hands move to his hips, gripping lightly, cautiously, making sure this is a touch that I desired, that is not unwanted. But I... enjoy the feel of his hips, all sharp bones and lean muscle...

And then I realize how intimate a touch this is, something reserved for... well, for lovers. And my face goes so hot. So hot I feel I must be burning him.

But I... do not want to stop. Not now that we've started.

[emperortoughguy]

He grabs onto my hips, and he's really strong for being a little guy. Not that it hurts, it's just firm, it's real and concrete and holding me down right here, right now, not letting me float away into the mental space of what if's and who me's and why now's.

I think he's blushing, but maybe it's just my blush reflecting off his face, because I'm burning up. And... And I don't think all of it is embarrassment.

After a moment, or maybe it's several moments, or a week or two, I can't breathe anymore, it's like I forgot how, and I break my mouth away from his and tip my head down so I'm not gasp-panting right in his face.

"Sh-shit." It's a good curse, just overwhelmed, not upset. But who knows how he'll take it. He can be really jumpy.

[wheeloffortune]

I admit I am more than a bit breathless when he finally breaks the kiss, but I am not gasping as he is. Instead my breaths are shallow and slight, barely gathering any proper amount of air into my lungs.

I find I am leaning against him, for support, for balance. And perhaps simply out of a need to be close to him.

I greatly enjoy being close to him.

I lick my lips, and there is something decidedly different there. A new flavor, and I realize that it's him, the lingering touch of his lips.

Oh.

"Kanji," I look at him, then glance past him, over toward his futon. "Could we please sit down for a moment? I find my legs are rather... unsteady."

[emperortoughguy]

There it goes again, I think my heart's gonna break my shirt, the way he says my name all casual like that. I swallow, hard, and I still can't really breathe good, but I manage to choke out a 'sure' and a nod.

Of course, I totally missed his nod towards the futon so I sort of direct him to my desk chair instead and sit him down on it and then crouch down in front of him, except even then I come up nearly to his shoulder.

"A-aa-are you okay?" I internally curse my stutter, but at least I got the question out.

[wheeloffortune]

"I am quite all right." I am still a bit breathless, still feel somewhat like I am floating, but I am certainly all right, more than all right, in fact.

He is blushing, and gazing at me with a mix of fear and something else. Possibly nausea? I hope I have not caused him to feel unwell...

Oh but he is handsome.

Now I am blushing. Again.

"I simply feel that we should discuss this matter before we proceed any further. I think it would be beneficial for us to be in agreement about what exactly is happening."