Take the Heat

Akira blinked his eyes open and took note of the sun's position. Afternoon already? Akira felt the cool sheets all over his body and wondered why for a bit before realizing what happened. He let out a groan before turning over and froze in mid turn. An...arm was around him? His gaze moved over it and when he noticed the leather, he tensed. Akira sure was slow since he could feel Shiki completely up against him from behind! He moved the arm off of him before slipping out of the bed and headed to the heap of clothing that belonged to him. He pulled up his boxers, then his pants which was soon followed by his shirt and jacket. Lastly, he put on the socks and shoes that he received earlier in the neutral zone.



Turning to look at Shiki's sleeping back form, he stared at him for a moment before looking at the door: Closed as always.



"Already wish to escape?"



Akira whipped his head to Shiki, seeing those eyes looking at him from their corners. "No use staying here."



Shiki weakly smirked or at least tried to. Was the bastard really that exhausted? "It's always been open the days you've been here." That earned a shocked expression from Akira. "You never tried to see if it were locked, did you?" Akira stared at him in silence, his expression didn't even change when he did so. Was Shiki serious? Or was he lying? When Shiki didn't chuckle or smirk in amusement, it was clear: He was telling the truth.



After all this time! He could've tried opening the door and yet he didn't since he assumed that it would be locked. Akira rubbed his temple with his right hand. He was such a fool to not check the door.



"You have a choice to leave or stay." He actually had a choice? Why now? Why couldn't he do so earlier?! Shiki was too difficult to understand that it made Akira frustrated. It seemed that Shiki had many sides of him which was completely opposite to Akira. At least, that's how it seemed like it.



Akira slid a glance towards the door. It was weird that he was thinking this over since a few days before Shiki had the gull to kiss him, it would be running out immediately. Yet now, he was actually thinking of staying with Shiki and it was all because of that damn kiss. That stupid kiss that surprised him with the passion - what passion?! Akira felt like punching the wall and while he was searching his brain for a damn answer on what to do, he didn't notice Shiki walk towards him. It was only when he was gently pushed against the cool wall that he noticed his situation. A questioning look was on his face while he looked up at Shiki since the other male towered over him a couple inches.



"Before you go, I have a request." Shiki's red eyes weren't misty yet they were serious and.... What emotion was that?



"You'll force it on me, won't you?"



Shiki smirked while letting out a half-hearted chuckle before doing just that: Forcing himself on Akira and kissed him. Akira didn't expect something like this but warmth went throughout his body, especially when Shiki pushed himself into a lot more, causing Akira to feel his body and muscles. It was like a shadow demon who didn't want to be stripped away. Shiki started to kiss him roughly but they were deep with that blasted emotion that Akira denied before in his mind. Shiki kept kissing Akira who in turn started to blush and kissed back cautiously. Akira received more heated kisses from Shiki as if to urge him on.



Akira started to push against Shiki while he started to kiss without caution. It was like wondering in a dark forest blindly before something attacked you. Shiki attacked him with this glorious, deep pleasure that made him shiver and pant from it all. It was always there but Akira wouldn't admit it until now. Gripping the leather collar, Akira pulled Shiki down so that he could lick and kiss his neck. Shiki hadn't expected such a thing and let out a small, silent gasp. The feel of Akira's lips on the sensitive skin covering his throat was beyond words. Shiki's body moved in such a way that showed that he was being pleasured, a rare sight of the male. Akira felt something pull him up before finding himself being kissed again. Shiki was actually loosing control and he didn't like that. However, that didn't mean he disliked what Akira did to him.



They were both panting by the time they pulled apart for air, their hot breaths hitting the other from the close range.



"All hot and bothered from a kiss," said Shiki with a small smirk. Or was it a smile? Akira couldn't tell.



"The same goes for you."



Shiki initiated another kiss but unlike before, it was slow as if to savor the moment like a couple seeing off the other on a long trip. Akira didn't like how this felt and tried to pull away but he was gripped tightly by those gloved hands once more. Akira didn't respond back with a kiss and it was until that Shiki pulled away that he felt... What did he felt?



Those eyes...those red once piercing eyes seemed to completely soften for just a moment before Shiki made it disappear. The atmosphere in the room now had become tensed and despite Akira's choice of leaving, he didn't really want to now all because of a stupid feeling that had grown. Shit, he didn't know what to do!



Shiki noticed the trouble expression that Akira had since he could tell that Akira had started to become more animated. It was far better than what he saw in the beginning, especially when that friend of his died. Akira hadn't even cared if Shiki killed him when he threatened him. Shiki hadn't liked that and didn't oblige Akira.



"Why..." Akira moved his head so that he could look to the right down at the wall. "Why did you do that."



Shiki smirked and leaned against the wall with his left arm like a male did to hit on someone. "I don't have to tell you." The smirk soon disappeared while he pulled Akira's face up by the chin.



"Don't touch me!" Akira shoved his hand away before shoving Shiki. Shiki strongly gripped Akira so that he would be pulled with the force and when Shiki stopped it with his feet, he gripped Akira up against him. Akira started to tear himself free but it was futile. A serious Shiki seemed to be stronger than any side.



"...you can go right when I let go of you." Akira froze at those words that spoke in his ear like the devil once more. A devil that seemed to show...hell, he didn't know. "Or..." Maybe he did know the emotion that Shiki was showing now. "-you can stay."



"I'll leave of course!" Akira bit it out yet Shiki didn't seem to believe him. "Then why aren't you struggling anymore?"



Why indeed.



Akira was silent while in thought and Shiki continued to hold him in that strong grip with hands on his wrists. "....I don't know."



Shiki stared at Akira with those familiar piercing red eyes before they came closer and closer. Akira didn't struggle nor did he back away. Akira didn't even push Shiki away, just watched those eyes until he felt those lips upon his own. Shiki's grip on his wrists loosened and let Akira's hands go free while they both kissed each other. Akira wasn't afraid to kiss him back now and was even more into it than Shiki. He had even moved forward to kiss Shiki on his own when Shiki pulled away to take a breather. Shiki had to fight against Akira to pull away and it took a few tries since Akira was starting to become addicted.



When Shiki finally got free, he was panting harder than Akira and even felt his lips being bruised. Akira ran his hands underneath the leather coat, feeling Shiki's built tone under the slightly tight shirt while he started to kiss under Shiki's jaw. In response, Shiki ran his own hands down Akira's body and giving the butt-cheeks a squeeze, which caused Akira to arch a bit into him. Akira grabbed onto the shirt, his fingers digging in the skin a bit from the squeeze like a cat latching onto someone when frightened.



"Such an honest body..." Shiki prodded his pointer finger against the hole area, causing Akira to latch onto him harder. "Stop that!" Shiki swirled the finger before pushing it against the hole harder than before as if to taunt and tease Akira. "I said sto-uh - ah!" Shiki had slid his other hand up the slope of his butt to his spine, which was a very highly sensitive area. "Quite like a feline. Only, instead of arching your back, you mewl-"



"Shut up!"



Shiki started to pull Akira towards the bed, "Come."



"No!"



"Then start fighting me to get free," said Shiki while pushing Akira down on his back upon the bed with a soft thud. "If you don't, I'll take you."



"Tch!"



"Oh? You want it?" Shiki pushed aside Akira's jacket and twisted the left nipple through the shirt.



"Ah- no!"



"I'll take all of you, Akira." Akira tried to push him off, even hitting him with punches but Shiki just kept paying attention to his body by touching, twisting, pinching, and exploring his entire body. Akira shivered at Shiki's wicked touch: It was gentle at times while it could also be rough. When mixed, it was enough to make Akira writhes in pleasure.





Neither of them noticed that Shiki had called his name until Akira recalled the memory. That's when he thought that maybe, just maybe, Shiki cared for him. After Shiki came back from his usual killings, he kissed Akira and they would continue onto touching each other and that's when Shiki said his name again.



In the mood, Akira whispered out, "Shiki," so breathlessly that it caused Shiki to freeze completely.



"What'd you say?"



"I said...Shiki."



Shiki stared down at Akira who stared back with an expression that looked so foreign to Shiki. "Did I give you permission to-" Akira interrupted him by pulling him down by grabbing the back of his neck and kissed him.



After that, Shiki didn't say his name again which confused Akira. He was aggravated with himself that he was acting all sad because of Shiki not saying his name. It was a big deal though to go from property to an equal. Looking at the door, Akira thought about if he should leave or not once more.



When Shiki came in, he noticed that Akira was deep in thought and decided to interrupt him by gliding the hilt of his katana upon his chest down to his crotch and pushed it. He even twisted it while grinding it even more to which Akira responded to by kicking it away.



"What the hell!"



"Be glad the katana is sheathed."



Akira grabbed it and pulled so that Shiki would fall onto him. Grabbing the collar of the leather coat, Akira guided Shiki's head to his so that he would claim his lips roughly before becoming gentle. Shiki started to move forward, a signal to Akira to put himself farther on the bed so that it would be more comfortable and easy access for the both of them. Shiki put the katana to the side of the bed so that it would be out-of-the-way while he pushed up Akira's red shirt so that he could eye the piercing he made so long ago. Leaning down, Shiki started to lick the beam's length before teasing the skin that it pierced through. Akira twitched at the touch, remembering the first time this happened.



"Mine..." Shiki pulled away from the abdomen area to slide up Akira's body to kiss him squarely on the lips in an possessive way.



"Not yours," said Akira while kissing him back.



Shiki chuckled, "All of you, Akira, belongs to me." It suddenly came out again and Shiki pulled himself away from the slip. He noticed Akira's slightly surprised face and he got off the bed to turn around. "Stay there."



What the hell kind of reaction was that? Well not like Shiki was the only one since Akira felt his body become even hotter when he said that and something in him twinged. This was just too weird!





Shiki never came back in the usual time nor during the day. Not even the night that came, which worried Akira. Did someone kill him? The thought was just shoved away. Really, Shiki being killed, that was just...just...



Akira tightened his hands into fists while hitting his own knee in anger. "Damn you...that bastard making me like this..." He hated it. He hated being like this and he hated the feeling.



He couldn't bare the thought of another person he cared about to die. That's right damnit, he cared about Shiki as much as he didn't want to after all that bastard had done to him. He'd heard of that Stockholm Syndrome but this was different. He wasn't a prisoner and hadn't been one since Shiki had left the door open the entire time he was here. He chose to be here after Shiki let him have a choice to stay or not.



"Shiki..."





A few hours passed and when the door clicked open, Akira was asleep already from being tired from worrying and being bored. Shiki closed the door and walked towards the bed, his expression blank. Stopping beside it, his gaze was fixated on Akira, who was laying towards the window. Shiki hadn't come back until now because of what Akira did and how it completely shocked him. Hearing his name being spoken by Akira had made him uneasy and uncomfortable. It took him a while to get himself back together and that's when he realized that he too had said Akira's name in the heat of the moment. To do such a thing as saying someone's name was intimate and... It wasn't really a difference considering what he had done to Akira.



Most would just send him away but Shiki had thought of that and the thought was...well, it just made him pissed off to even think of Akira leaving him.



This was pathetic. Shiki would have never thought that he would think this sort of thing but here he was doing just that. It bit him and on the jawline no less.



Akira shifted a bit before waking up and didn't even bother to roll over to see if Shiki came back. Shiki didn't say a word until he noticed that sleeping face was now awake. He stayed silent for a while before his lips twitched, "Became bored without me?" It was amusing to see Akira flinch and look at him in a half turn. "You..."



"Did you miss me?"



"Tch." Akira turned over to face away from Shiki. "Who would?"



Shiki bent down, holding himself up by putting his hands on the bed behind Akira. "What sort of reaction is that?" Shiki moved his left hand over Akira's back and pushed against the sheets while he ran the hand down the spine to the curve of Akira's back all the way to the slope of his butt-cheeks. Akira flinched away before turning out to swing one of fists at Shiki. His fists met air since Shiki dodged it easily and pinned Akira's entire body with his own, which wasn't so hard since he was taller. Shiki watched Akira's reactions: Shock and surprise to blank and then to a...oh ho, was that an interesting emotion.



"Are you aroused?"



"No!"



"Quick to deny."



"Get off!"



"You really are aroused." Shiki was too and Akira probably felt the prodding. Akira did and struggled, as stupid as that was - he even knew - and Shiki just watched on in amusement. Akira was definitely different to anyone he knew besides N. That man pissed Shiki off greatly with those purple eyes that looked down on him. It was his turn to be deep in thought and Akira had managed to push Shiki on his back with him on top. Shiki blinked for a bit to realize what happened and smirked, "Offering yourself?" A fist came flying to his face to which he blocked with a strong gloved hand.



"Don't mess with me," hissed Akira darkly. Shiki was definitely enjoying this. Shooting up to a sitting position, Shiki shoved his face into Akira's and managed to push Akira a bit backward. Akira retaliated with a push and the two wrestled each other on the bed with many punches, blocking, kicking, and biting - mostly Shiki's part - until Akira squared Shiki's jaw.



How ironic.



"Now you're asking for it," said Shiki darkly with promise. Shiki shoved Akira completely off the bed and smirked when he heard a thud. The expression that Akira showed was complete and utter surprise.



"You...you just pushed...me off."



Shiki chuckled while taking out a cloth from his pant pocket before sheathing the blade and ran the cloth over the stained blade. "Yes, I did."



The both of them acted like two children fighting who slept on the bed and Akira had lost. Akira watched Shiki clean the blade with careful fingering and strokes. It seemed...quite sensual. Akira tore his eyes away at that weird thought. However, he couldn't help but look back.



When Shiki inspected the katana one last time, he noticed Akira staring. He just gave a smirk while sheathing the katana with a click. "Are you going to stay on the floor?"



"No," Akira said while standing up.



"Come."



Akira just glared at Shiki who just continued to smirk at him. Shiki knew Akira wouldn't obey that command no matter what he did. That was another reason why Akira interested him. Although, one thing was on his mind.



"Why'd you choose not to leave?" Shiki watched Akira's glare disappear while he looked away. It seemed to be a habit of his but Shiki wanted an answer. Akira was harping on why but he knew just...couldn't think of it in words. The sound of shoes clacking and a hand gripping his chin to push his face up brought him out of his thoughts. Those red eyes...



Akira pushed Shiki while pulling his head away but that didn't do much since Shiki grasped the back of his head, "Tell me." Shiki watched Akira look away to the side but he could still see his facial expression. Akira didn't like this attention and tried to slip away from Shiki but Shiki grasped him firmly before pulling him back.



"Let go!"



Shiki went eye level with Akira but Akira just shut his eyes. Something about Akira was weird. So, he did something he, or Akira, thought he wouldn't do: He obeyed. Akira blinked open his eyes and looked at Shiki in question and in shock. However, he drew back since Shiki's face had gotten closer. "Ah! Don't be so close!"



"You're acting strange," said Shiki while looming in closer. He was quite amused though at this side of Akira.



It was all Shiki's fault that he was acting this way! Those red eyes, the strong grip and even that voice. Damn, just what the fuck happened to him? He was acting like a big ass wuss! He felt Shiki grew closer and tried to shove him away for a bit so that Akira to get away for a bit only to get his wrist caught. Akira twisted it before punching at Shiki but only met air. Akira was slammed against the wall and felt Shiki pinned him with his body. The touch of his well built body was making Akira tense up and start to get quite aroused. It was all Shiki's fault too!



"Get off me," he bit out while a flush started to appear on his face while beads of sweat also started to appear. His breath was starting to become heavy. Shiki needed to get the fuck off of him and now! Akira started to push again at Shiki who didn't even budge. Typical.



"Why'd you choose to stay?" The bastard was still thinking of that?!



"No reason."



"Hm, I don't believe that," said Shiki while smirking and moved his head down while adjusting his body so that he could do so by leaning against the wall a bit. "There's always-" Shiki froze at the expression he saw. It wasn't adorable nor was it a loving gaze but it was a hot and bothered Akira just like when Shiki was giving him one of those kisses filled with his...



Shiki smirked, "I see. So you stayed because of me?" When there was no answer, his smirk disappeared and he moved away from Akira and headed to the door. Without a word, he left and Akira was leaning against the wall while holding his head to calm himself down.



==



Once again, Shiki was done for more than two days and in total amount, it was four and a half days. Four and a half damn days of doing nothing. One would leave out of boredom or just leave to gain some tags but not Akira.



He had once again used the tub with the nozzle and was now using his jacket as a towel since Shiki didn't even bother to bring more after that other time. While he was putting on his underwear and pants, his phone started to ring. He had completely forgotten all about it and had to fish it out of his pocket before answering.



"Akira?"



"....."



"Akira, are you all right?"



"Yes."



"Ah, that's good. Listen, where are you?"



"I'm.." Shit, just where the fuck was he? He never paid attention to his surroundings.



"Hm, I see. Try to describe what you see outside."



"It's near the neutral zone. Window has...bars."



"Bars?! Akira, just what building are you in? There's no building near the neutral zone like that."



"There is now."



Akira heard a sigh. "All right then. We'll try to find you. What position does the window face?"



"Towards the sun."



Another sigh, "Don't move, stay in there." Akira heard the beeping noise of Emma hanging up before turning the phone off. Akira hadn't bothered about talking about Shiki since Akira had felt there was no need to do so. While reaching for his shirt, the door clicked open and Akira turned to see who it was. He didn't really need to but there was always a chance of it not being Shiki.



Shiki stepped in with a glazed over look while he looked paler than usual. Akira was starting to think if Shiki had gained a cold from all of the rain the past days but Shiki always came in dry. Shiki closed the door and walked in before noticing Akira with a blank stare. Without a word, Shiki set his katana on the sidetable.



"...hey." No answer came from Shiki and that made Akira a bit worried. It was weird considering what happened the past few days but this damn feeling always sprung up.



"You're here despite your ability to leave." Shiki turned his head to look at Akira with on red eye over his shoulder.



Akira looked away while adjusting his shirt in his hands. "...I know." Shiki clenched his katana and shoved it down forcefully into the floor despite it being sheathed. "Then leave already." Akira looked at the gloved hand clenching the katana and he didn't need to see it being pale that it was a very strained grip. "I don't want to."



"Strange since you did before."



"That was....! That was before...!"



"Before what exactly?"



"Before you forced yourself on me you bastard!" Okay that sounded twisted as hell. "I mean...ki-kissing me." Akira shoved his shirt on as if to hide his embarrassment yet pulled it down over his head. "Tch...you're a pain in the ass," he said while adjusting his shirt and kept his gaze away from looking at Shiki.



"You initiated it as well." Oh, dead line and sinker! Akira flushed a bit at the memory of that stupid kiss of theirs and they totally lost it until Akira ruined it. Yeah, he always ruined those moments. "You started it too, not leaving me alone."



"You were pitiful."



Akira shot up, "My friend died you bastard! How else am I supposed to react?!"



"Small fries shouldn't shout so much."



"Bastard," growled Akira.



"Hm, already acting as a dog." Shiki dodged an incoming attack from Akira and kicked him away before jabbing the hilt of the sword into his stomach. "You should know by now that you can't win against me."



"At least I can take a loss unlike you!"



Shiki's eyes widened before they narrowed, "Can't take a loss?" How wrong Akira was. Shiki grabbed him by the collar and pulled him against him and claimed Akira's kiss so rough that Akira felt his head move back. "H-Hey! Stop-mmn!" Shiki let his katana fall to the ground with a clatter while he wrapped his arms around Akira's back possessively. He continued to kiss Akira heatedly, causing Akira to become breathless and flushed from it all. Mostly from what he felt behind those rough and dominating kisses. It was far deeper and hotter this time. Akira finally started to kiss Shiki back while letting out some moans of pleasure. Screw with trying to hold it back, he was going to do it anyway when he became lost into the tresses of passion.



Passion?



When Shiki pulled away, Akira saw that emotion from before and it didn't disappear completely. Those piercing red eyes now pierced him in a whole different way and damn, did he like it. Shiki was probably right about Akira being a masochist after-all.



"...to you."



Akira blinked, noticing that Shiki was talking. "Huh?" He noticed the emotions change from passion to serious along with irritation. Shiki hated to repeat himself... "I've lost to you." Shiki loosened his grip but didn't let go of Akira.



Lost to Akira? What on earth was he talking about? It took a bit but Akira blushed when his brain clicked. So...even someone like Shiki could-



"Hm, trying to seduce me already?"



"D-Don't screw with me!"



The old Shiki was back...



"Oh? You should've left when you had the chance then, Akira."



"Tch..." Akira tried and failed to hide another flush from his name coming out of Shiki's lips.



"No need to be shy."



"Shut up!"



Shiki chuckled and started to pull Akira with him to the bed but not before kissing Akira when near the edge. "Your punishment for making me loose to you shall begin now."



Akira was really starting to like the idea of leaving now.



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"I don't see any window with bars on it," commented Emma.



"Perhaps he got the sun's location wrong."



"And just how would he do that?"



"Probably something else in mind."



"It better be tags. Come on, I'm tired and we need to get out of here before we're seen."



"Yes."



----



When Akira woke up, he was met with a bar free window. So much for Emma finding him now. Something snaked it's way between Akira's legs and squeezed his crotch. "Ah!" Shiki nipped his earlobe while he continued to finger Akira's now twitching penis. The damn bastard! "H-Hey! Stop that...were are you touching?!"



"Between your-"



"Ah-~!" It was now way worse to be with Shiki than before. Shiki started to rub his fingers against the base and balls, causing delicious friction with his bare hands. When Akira first saw those hands, they were also pale like the rest of Shiki's skin but he didn't expect them to be so soft- "Ah...nnh~!"



However, that didn't change the fact that they belonged to Shiki, the one who apparently lost to him and was now Akira's...Akira's...



"Hm? What are you blushing for?"



"It's nothing!"



"How animated. However, you may as well say it now or I'll force it out of you."



"Tch, shut up!" Shiki gave a surprise kiss on the lips while moving over Akira. "You...!" Akira bit down on Shiki's chin and started to kick him. Lost to him or not, Shiki was still a damn sexual predator! "Bastard, get off!"



"I should train you to become stronger."



"Don't need it!"



"Don't be so cocky-"



"Shut up!"



"Akira."



A deadly and cunning move on Shiki's part since it always froze Akira in shock and that's when Shiki always did another one of those damned kisses that said, "I love you," in a rough and dominating way.



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Hahaha, don't kill me. I had to end it sooner or later but Shiki kept wanting to ravage poor Akira in my mind until he had his fill. Not that I mind at all~



It took me since the 27th of October to finish this. I feel so accomplished that it's finally done -glances Shiki who is still ravaging Akira- Shiki is so lucky that I give him exceptions, the damn sexy glove clad bastard.



I was thinking of adding in the fight with N (Nano) and one of the endings in there but since I have no idea what really happened (translator programs aren't very dependable...) I decided not to go that far.



Anyway, tell me what you think! Point out any faults like "hey you went too fast here" or "this wasn't clear enough". I hope I didn't do either of those but it's still possible since I'm still working on my writing skills and what greater way to do it this way!



Fun Fact: The title "Take the Heat" is a pun. It can mean "take whatever is given to you" along with "being defeated/lost". I had to find a title that didn't completely give away what happened.