FV15: Keep Your Friends Close, Your Enemies Closer
Original Prompt: Like any good online community, HeroTV Forum ends up arranging a live meet-up! Ivan decides to attend and try to actually make real-life friends (who aren't heroes)~ ^3^
Karina might also want to show up, just to see what the creepy Blue Rose fans are like in real life...? Perhaps Kaede will insist on going and Kotetsu has to take her there...?
Bonus: Lunatic stalking the meetup from the shadows, because he wants to see what _origamically is really like WANTS TO LAUGH AT THE PATHETIC LOSERS ATTENDING.
Notes: BAM SUDDENLY YURI/IVAN AND NFSW. Now is the point where you stop reading halfway if Yuri/Ivan isn't exactly your thing. But that's what Bondageverse ends up being for. So if that is your thing, you can go read that after this.
little_lamb
[IMPORTANT: Off-topic To Close Soon]
The Hero TV Forums is the designated home for all things Hero TV. Recently, the higher-ups have decided to make an amendment to the rules. While we appreciate that you are all also fans of other things, in order to keep the site focused on its primary purpose, we will be closing any groups and topics on the forum that are not related to Hero TV. This includes the off-topic board. Please back up anything you need from such topics for yourself before this time, next week, when the change takes effect.
_origamically
wa-wa-wa- a STICKY? WHA WHA WHA WHA
WHAT DO?
WHAT DOOOOO?
Girl, you know I love you, but what's going on? Why close down the off-topic posts? Some people come here just for them.
little_lamb
It wasn't my decision. I'm sure this displeases many of you, but please try to respect the rules.
HeroLove
Hey, what? Who are these 'higher-ups'? I hadn't heard anything about this.
stophavingfun
MEH, DON'T CARE. I'M HERE FOR HERO TV, IRONICALLY. I WAS WAITING FOR SOMETHING LIKE THIS TO HAPPEN ANYWAY. THANKS, MODS. YOU'RE GOOD PEOPLE.
_origamically
y u gotta be like that, seriously.
stophavingfun
I MAKE YOUR LIFE INTERESTING, ADMIT IT.
_origamically
YOU DON'T MAKE SENSE.
stophaving fun
YOU'RE NOT ON TOPIC. (NICE TO SEE MY CAPS INFECTING YOU.)
little_lamb
Yes, please, stay on topic.
HeroLove
Normally I don't approve of such things, but I'm going to suggest that whoever wants the off-topic posts to stay should start a petition of some sort to fight the change.
That was how it started. Yuri got his coffee, tied back his hair, and sat back to watch the fireworks ignite. Stickied posts always received thousands of comments, usually from butthurt forum-goers who disagreed strongly with whatever changes or announcements were being made.
He was surprised to see his little friend already raging among the very first comments. For some reason, he expected him to have more dignity than to jump in like the horde of so many other idiots. After accepting that his immediate cry for them to back down wouldn't work, _origamically quieted down and retreated then to wherever he came from and left the post alone. Until right around these new pages, where things were starting to get interesting again.
kgoodman3958
I have an idea for everyone!
Right now, I think that there are too many separate petitions being made. Your enthusiasm may be better used if you focused it on only one means of petitioning.
So I have a radical idea: What would you all say to an offline meet-up? It would be a way to physically show how many users here feel passionately about this. At the same time, it would be an excellent chance for people here to meet their friends offline!
This fool, what was he doing? Or... was it a she? No matter, this sounded like an absolutely ridiculous idea; not to mention, a dangerous one. An event like that would undoubtedly attract dozens of perverts, deviants, and very bad people.
_origamically
...SUGEI.
This... This sounds like the most amazing idea. Why have we never done anything like that before? HAVE we? If we have, I'd feel bad if I was left out. Ah well... idk if I would really want people to see me, come to think of it. Ehehe...
stophavingfun
BECAUSE THEY'D KNOW THAT YOU'RE A DUDE?
_origamically
Youuuuuuuuuuu. You literally only comment when I comment, don't you?
Anyway, I just don't know if I'm what people would be expecting.
stophavingfun
I'M GUESSING...
AROUND 18.
A LITTLE SHORT FOR A GUY.
SHY. YOU MUST BE SHY IN PERSON FOR YOU TO BE ON YOUR COMPUTER THIS OFTEN.
_origamically
My, I had no idea you were THAT much of a creeper. I feel a little hazukashi~ (｡・ε・｡)
Hazu... ka... Whatever. Yuri was absolutely not interested in this little 'offline meet-up' of theirs.
Which was exactly why he showed up to it a few days later.
The whole point of the meet-up would be for people to publicly petition against the change in rules, but it was also functioning as a way for many of the users to meet each other. Personally, Yuri had not bothered with a name tag like some others. He came to the designated coffee shop after work dressed in his usual suit and tie, carrying his briefcase with his laptop at his side. He felt tired as hell, so he was actually somewhat thankful for the fact that they had chosen to hold the event at a Buckstars.
Stifling a wide yawn behind the back of one hand, he wedged himself into the long line in front of the register. Fighting off sleep, nearly closing his eyes right there in the line, he was glad when he finally got up to the register to buy a venti black coffee.
The next challenge was pressing his way through the growing crowd in the building to reach a table. There were so many people dressed up like the heroes. Some of them smelled like they hadn't bathed in days, though he supposed that he could blame the number of people and the small space for that. After clearing the line, he realized that there were way more people in the building than there had been when he first went up to get his coffee. Now it was hard enough just to find a table to sit down.
All he really wanted to do was enjoy a coffee and silently people-watch. Like hell was he going to socialize with a bunch of people he didn't even-
He did recognize the name little_lamb. So one of the mods was there?
Yuri suppressed the urge to push people out of his way and slid through the crowd to reach a table that he spotted in a far corner. Some people must have just left it for it to show up suddenly with both of its chairs available. Taking no chances, Yuri sat down and pulled out his laptop, then sat the empty bag into the opposite seat to make it look occupied.
Perfect. Satisfied that no one would be bothering him for his seat now, he took a sip of his coffee and tried to find the little moderator girl he had spotted earlier.
His eyes found her again by the middle of the room, up against a wall talking closely with a taller woman who Yuri recognized as the very producer of Hero TV. For a second, he wished that he had better eyesight so he could read what her nametag said. It was hard to believe that the producer herself would be a member of the heinous forum. Then again, Hero TV was a heinous show.
Would anyone even care who he was if they knew?
The boy he liked to pester might have liked to meet him (if only to laugh at him for even being there) but it was likely that he wasn't going to show up. Aside from what Yuri suspected he would look like, he really had no clues to go by. If he were there, he probably would have been the one person attracting the most attention. Everyone on the forum seemed to love _origamically.
This meet-up was entertaining, but... kind of pointless now, too.
Was that... Wild Tiger? That was definitely Kotetsu Kaburagi standing by the door with a little girl attached to his arm. That was surprising to say the least; not only was the producer there, but also one of the heroes. Actually, now that he was looking around, Yuri recognized Keith Goodman, the King of Heroes as well. He was headed toward Kaburagi and the girl was going off on her own now and Kaburagi was yelling something after her, but she was ignoring him.
Grinning, Yuri took another sip of his coffee. There was something so pleasing about seeing that man being completely ignored by his own daughter. That was his daughter, wasn't it? He recalled reading that he had a daughter in his file. In a few minutes, Yuri wouldn't be surprised if Barnaby Brooks Jr. showed up as well to complete the pair.
The coffee was definitely helping to wake him up and it helped him play this new game of Hero TV Where's Waldo with the meet-up attendants. He enjoyed some silent pleasure knowing that aside from the heroes and the producer, he was probably the only person in the room who recognized any of them as heroes outside of their costumes.
He wasn't one hundred percent sure of it, but the boy in the opposite corner of the room looked like Origami Cyclone, Ivan Karelin. Yuri was suddenly greatly wishing that _origamically could have been there to appreciate... Oh, right, he was out of costume. He wasn't much to be appreciating out of costume anyway. He was just some frail, depressed-looking teenager underneath the suit. His television persona wasn't anything like the real person.
The longer he looked at him, the more Yuri began to suspect that his eyes had some kind of magnetic pull, because Ivan kept getting closer and closer. As if to break this weird spell's effect, Yuri went back to looking at his laptop. He had it open and on, hadn't even done anything with it yet, but it took only a quick second for his browser to load after clicking on it. There was some shame to be had in the fact that he had made the forum his homepage, but it was undeniably handy when the site had become his most visited.
At least it felt appropriate to be on the forum while he was at the meet-up for it. It could even aid him in the Name That User game if he spotted a nametag that sounded unfamiliar. He couldn't deny that he wanted to get to know bisonfan4lyfe. Whoever he was, he had a very nice build, much like Rock Bison himself; just the type of guy Yuri enjoyed bringing back to his place to-
“Can I... Ah, is this seat taken?”
Yes. It is, he wanted to say impatiently to the person who was requesting his other seat.
“It's...” Ivan Karelin. “Available.”
The boy nodded his head appreciatively with a quick, shy smile, but shuffled his feet in place when he didn't know what to do with the bag Yuri had left in the seat. Trying not to appear too perturbed by this, Yuri leaned over and plucked it from the seat, then set it down next to himself on the floor where he hoped that no one would come by to steal it.
Carrying a bag of his own, Ivan placed it in his lap and pulled out his own laptop, which he then set down on the other side of the table. Aside from the sound of his fingers on the keys, muted by the noise of the people in the store, he didn't make any other sound. Yuri had the impression that even if he were the only other person in the shop, he still wouldn't be able to sense his presence. Even if he took up half of the table, it was almost like he wasn't there; his presence immediately disappearing and becoming blessedly unobtrusive.
Curiously, Yuri craned his neck to the side to peek around his laptop, hoping to see if Ivan had on a nametag. However, like himself, he didn't have one. It couldn't have been a coincidence that so many heroes were at the same event, all talking to each other. If Ivan weren't a member of the site, then he seemed like the type who would have avoided the crowded coffee shop, even if he really wanted coffee.
Yuri just wasn't curious enough to ask him what his username was, though, especially when that would expose him as another one of these massive nerds.
When he turned his attention back to his own laptop, he noticed that he had a private message in his inbox. It was strange enough that anyone would want to message him and more strange when he saw who it was from.
_origamically
[Meet-up]
lol so did you go?
I can totally picture you just sitting there, looking like the most awkward turtle ever, not knowing how to interact socially with real people.
He tried not to laugh. This was the guy who was probably sitting at home because he couldn't do what Yuri was doing. There was no way that he was going to admit that he was at the meet-up, though.
stophavingfun
[Re: Meet-up]
LMAO OF COURSE NOT. LIKE I WOULD ASSOCIATE MYSELF WITH A BUNCH OF LOSERS.
LET ME GUESS. YOU DIDN'T GO EITHER.
_origamically
[Re: Meet-up]
Well, I did go. I saw some of my friends, but they were all people I already knew irl. I didn't feel like talking to people I didn't really know already. You figured out that I'm a guy, but a lot of people on the site don't know anything about me, even that much. It's not that I hide it, it's just that nobody's ever bothered to be like “Hey, are you a guy?”
stophavingfun
[Re: Meet-up]
IF I WERE THERE, WOULD YOU HAVE WANTED TO MEET ME?
_origamically
[Re: Meet-up]
Your caps feel so gratuitous sometimes... You aren't mad when you're asking that, are you?
Uh... I guess I wouldn't mind knowing what kind of crazy person you must be irl. You told me what you think I'd look like, so I'll tell you what I think you look like. lol
I imagine that you're about my age (or around 20-ish), you have some kind of crazy hair that's like red or blue or something, and you have piercings. idk just my immediate mental image. Or you're just some regular businessman-type who gets lonely and doesn't have anything to do with himself so he just antagonizes people on the internet. Either image works to me.
stophavingfun
[Re: Meet-up]
The only hint I'll give you is that Я русский.
_origamically
[Re: Meet-up]
Ahaha, я не знаю, что вы знали русский язык! Go figure, I'm Russian, too. I'm not sure I'd recognize a Russian if I saw one, though! I mean, unless we were speaking it to each other.
(btw, you forgot your caps. It's kewt when you do that.)
When was the last time Yuri laughed out loud? He couldn't even remember, but it was too coincidental to find out that the person he'd been talking to this whole time could have been conversing with him in his mother language. Now he had two languages he could troll _origamically in.
On the other side of the table, Ivan was sharing a similar look of amusement which was an interesting, almost refreshing change from the nervous expression he had on a little while ago. When he noticed Yuri looking, Yuri tried to look away, but the kid decided that he had to talk to him for some reason.
“Read something funny? Are you here for the forum meet-up?”
Talk about déjà vu.
“No,” he denied again. “I just came for the coffee. You? It's a pretty packed house right now. I'm surprised that anyone else would have come here just to sit around.”
Instead of answering his question, Ivan was staring at him very intently, as if he were scrutinizing something about his appearance. “Aren't you... You look familiar.”
“I'm a judge,” he explained. He could give him that much. “You may know me because I happen to already know you.”
“O-Oh...” Ivan hid his face by looking down into his lap. For a minute, he wondered if the boy knew that he was the one who convicted his friend for murder. No matter, at least he wasn't aware of the fact that he was the one he fought just a week ago. That would have really made things more awkward. “Well,” Ivan said, looking like he was trying to brighten up the mood by being friendly. “I guess that proper introductions are in order if we've seen each other before. I'm Ivan.”
“Yuri Petrov,” he returned, shaking the hand that Ivan had timidly raised for him.
When he moved to lean back into his seat, however, Ivan's hand stayed clutching onto his own, refusing to let go.
Suddenly, Ivan grabbed the corner of Yuri's laptop with his other hand while he had him immobilized and yelled in a very attention-attracting way when he saw what he had up on his screen.
“I knew it! Moreover, what are the odds!”
“Probably higher than you think when I'm probably one of the few Russians you even know in person apart from your own family. Now kindly removed your hand and quiet yourself before people start coming over here.”
Ivan slumped back down into his own seat. He appeared to be thinking intensely about this new information, letting it roll over in his mind. “Wow, a judge.”
“Wow, a hero.”
“D-don't say that so loud!” he said defensively, going stiff. “People don't know who I am.”
“So I can see,” Yuri said dryly, pointing to Ivan's chest - or rather, to his lack of a nametag. “But really, what are you doing visiting your own fansite? What in the world would make you think that's a good idea?”
Ivan crossed his arms over his chest, ignoring his keyboard now that he had the real guy right in front of himself. “Probably the same reason you started going on it: it's a good source of information. It's very handy to know what the fans want and expect from me. I figured out that I can also control some of that myself by writing fanfiction about what I want. And... I can be a hero and a fan if I want, can't I?”
...Yes, that was fine.
If he was being completely honest, Yuri was starting to feel a little glad that _origamically was turning out to make just as much sense in person. He wasn't his type at all, but he was what he expected he would look like and he seemed to have a good head on his shoulders. At least, he had the sense to disassociate himself from the people who didn't know him at the meet-up. That gave him more points than Tiger and Sky High who were chatting it up rather animatedly with the newly arrived Rock Bison, all three of them wearing nametags to show off their own stupidity.
“You knew that there were other heroes on the forum?” he asked, not even caring about how loudly he said it when the rest of the café was so loud by then.
Ivan groaned and hid his face in his hands. “Yes,” he mumbled into his wrists. “Yes, and they're all idiots. I love them, but they don't know how to be respectable members of the internet at all.” He paused and looked up from his hands. “You know, I feel like a total nerd even talking like this in person, but it feels kind of okay since I get the feeling that you know what I mean...”
As Ivan trailed off, Yuri nodded for him. He never thought that he would be agreeing with something like that. Then again, he never really thought he would meet _origamically.
“Would you like a coffee?”
Ivan blinked. “A... huh, what?”
“I'm offering you a coffee. Or a pastry. Whatever you like.”
“That's not something I was expecting from the guy who's like my personal internet antagonist. You aren't going to lace it with poison or something, are you?”
“You can absolutely trust that I won't,” he replied, standing up and pushing in his chair. “Well?”
Like it or not, Ivan was getting coffee. “Uh... Something sweet. If it has caramel, I'll be happy.” Was he blushing? “Thank you. I'll watch your chair for you.”
Once again, Yuri got up to join the line, which had grown to ridiculous proportions since the last time he went up. It was hard to tell now where the line began and where it ended once it started running into everyone else who were just milling around. When he took his place in the line, he suddenly found himself wishing that he had brought his own coffee with him because it would probably get cold before he ever made it back to the table.
He didn't like guys like Ivan, so why was he getting him a coffee again?
When he looked over to the table, so many teenage girls were suddenly swarming the table that Yuri could barely see Ivan sitting there anymore. It looked as though the group of girls had taken an interest in Ivan for some reason. Did they figure out who he was and want autographs or something? That would figure. Of course Yuri's peace would be busted by the most popular member of the forums. Now he was really wishing he hadn't offered him a coffee.
He still bought it for him anyway. If for no other reason, he told himself that it was because Ivan made the site more interesting for him and that he deserved some thanks for that.
The girls were gone by the time he got back. He carefully set down Ivan's coffee next to his laptop on a small stack of napkins and took his own seat.
“T-They just wanted to know if I was from the forums...”
“I didn't ask.”
Nervously, Ivan stared down at his coffee and it was as though he shrunk in on himself. His arms got closer to his sides and he linked his feet together underneath his chair. The silence from his side of the table was slightly unnerving until he finally spoke again. “Thank you for the coffee.” He popped off the lid and started licking the whipped cream off the surface. It was a completely innocent sight, but for some reason, it struck Yuri as obscenely erotic.
“I-If a bunch of girls found out that I was _origamically, they would probably just start calling me gay anyway,” he mumbled around a mouthful of creamy foam. A little bit clung to the tip of his nose and he tried his hardest to lick it off with his tongue.
“Writing explicit erotic fanfiction about male heroes together does sound like a very gay thing to do,” Yuri agreed. To put him out of his misery already, he took one of the napkins and slid it closer to Ivan, who appreciatively used it to wipe his nose. “Besides, wasn't there a guy you liked even?”
Ivan sputtered and nearly choked on a sip of his coffee. “Ah, yeah, that. I... never got around to telling him how I felt. Did I really mention that before?”
“You had a whole thread about it following one of your Origami-Bison stories.” Not that Yuri would embarrass him by going into the details of it right on the spot, but he did recall reading a long thread where _origamically had tried to explain the situation he was in. Apparently he liked someone, but they were oblivious to his feelings and then there was another guy who liked who he liked - it was quite high school. Now, looking at his bright red face and fidgeting fingers, it was obvious who Ivan had taken a shine to.
“I just...” He bit down on his lower lip and dragged a hand restlessly through his hair. “He's a lot older than me and I don't think he likes guys at all. I'm probably more like a little brother to him.”
Yuri didn't really have any advice for him. He invited men like Rock Bison home and whipped them and fucked them until they couldn't stand, but he didn't invite any of them back for dinner. He wasn't much of a romantic. He personally had no doubt that he could have the man if he wanted to, but he wouldn't rub something like that in for the kid. It seemed wrong to taint someone so innocent with even the thought of something like that.
So that's why.
Someone this innocent... and yet so intelligent. Yuri had no idea he could even find anyone attractive in a romantic way.
It felt like he'd just discovered a new fetish: young, Russian, and extremely socially awkward. The fact that Ivan wrote erotic fiction only gave Yuri hope that he would be interested in someone like him who had a taste for the real thing.
Interested? What in God's name am I thinking? Is he even legal...? Moreover, he's a hero.
Ivan laughed softly and set his cup next to his laptop. He closed the sceen and looked up at Yuri. “You know, you're more normal than I expected you to be. It's just so weird because I kind of already knew you and you're more different than I expected you to be at the same time. As Judge Petrov, that is.”
“Yuri's fine.”
“Yuri,” Ivan repeated with a small smile.
...It was set now. He had to fuck Ivan Karelin. He was ready to make it a life goal if he had to. He could already picture him sobbing and begging underneath him.
Yuri snorted and waggled a finger at him. “I'm still stophavingfun. Don't get too comfortable.”
Ivan grinned. “I wouldn't dream of it. You still creep me out. I'm just trying to be polite. I can totally tell that you like me though, by the way. Just so you know. You're a little more subtle in person, but online it's practically like you're screaming it at me in caps.”
This time, it was Yuri's turn to choke on his drink. Unlike Ivan's cute little sputter, he got caught in a full-on coughing fit and had to pound himself in the chest a few times before it finally started to settle down. It wasn't bad enough that Ivan had caught on to him so completely, but now he was also drawing attention to himself for it.
“Uh... Seriously? I'm right?”
“You just said that and didn't know whether you were right?” He glared at Ivan with a mixture of embarrassment and open shock on his face.
“You're always such a dick, I didn't know how I was supposed to take it!”
Yuri calmly pinched the bridge of his nose and willed himself not to do anything more embarrassing than he already had. As it was, he was fearing that the other heroes would recognize him and try to come over to talk. It was bad enough that he was considering revealing his identity to one person now; he didn't want to bring everyone else in on it, too.
“Just don't speak a word of this to anyone else, please. The whole forum in general is just a guilty pleasure.”
“Uh-uh. Trust me, I doubt that your hobbies could be any weirder than what I get up to on a daily basis. If you hadn't already noticed, on top of being a hero,” he started, lowering his voice for that 'hero' part, “I also write erotic slash fiction. I mean really, you're like the total opposite in a way. Even if everyone knew that you liked the site, I'm sure you could spin it in a way that wouldn't sound too... immature or whatever.”
Oh, that was all? And he thought that he was the total opposite? This poor child really didn't know a thing about what he got up to daily... Or at least once or twice a week. It depended on how busy his schedule was and now with the whole Lunatic thing, his days were really starting to get eventful...
“So? What else do you do exactly?” Ivan innocently took another sip of his coffee and looked at him from over the rim as he tipped it back. “Come on, you know so much more about me because all I do is talk about what I'm into all day and night.”
“Not really,” Yuri said quietly. “I just read some of your stories...”
“Pffft. I'm flattered. But seriously, you're in like every thread that I'm in. At least tell me what you like about me.” When Yuri gave him another stricken look, Ivan took some pity. “Stop that. I'm the awkward one. Your hobbies, tell me them. You must have some.”
Did he really? Aside from the obvious ones that stuck out in his own mind (the ones he wasn't sure he wanted to share) it was hard to think of anything really defining. “I... like trying different kinds of coffee. I collect tea cups from around the world. Um...”
“And you enjoy reading homoerotic fiction,” Ivan provided with a stupid grin. “You know... I think I like you, too. You're the first guy who... even knows all this stuff about me. Even the important thing.” The hero part, he meant. That probably was the most delicate and complicated part of dating as a hero. Yuri hadn't yet run into that problem for obvious reasons.
Oh, what had he gotten himself into? Ivan didn't have a clue that he was Lunatic. It almost felt wrong to know that he was Origami Cyclone and not tell him who he was in return, but that would be so wrong to do for so many reasons; namely because he'd tried killing him. If Yuri had known that he was _origamically back then, he likely wouldn't have laid a hand on him. Not without his consent, of course. And under very different circumstances. Goddammit.
Yuri took a long drink from his coffee and placed it back down firmly on the table.
Ivan was going to have so much leverage to blackmail him with in the future if he ever wanted to.
“I'm into BDSM.”
Cue Ivan's literal spit-take all over his laptop. Considerately, avoiding Yuri's face.
“Wh- Ah- Wh... I mean...” That was a very telling reaction.
He generously handed Ivan another napkin to wipe the caramel latte off his chin, carefully resisting the urge to lean over and do it for him. He was sure that _origamically had a Japanese word for this feeling that he made him feel, but he hadn't bothered memorizing it.
“I felt you should know just in case you were being serious.”
Ivan dabbed at his face with the napkin and it was like he shrunk back into his chair again, intimidated by this information he'd shared with him. It wasn't the kind of thing one would normally bring up on a date or a first meeting, but Ivan was just a kid and Yuri wasn't about to be blamed for something if Ivan ever found a reason to say that he didn't know. He was ready to hide any embarrassing detail he could find, but he wanted to make his intentions clear.
“I trust that you won't-”
The young hero waved his arms around in front of himself to cut Yuri off. “I got it. I won't mention this to anyone ever. You already know all about me anyway, so it's only fair. ...I mean, you definitely have about nine thousand levels on me, but-”
“You're talking like an anime nerd again.”
“Sor- ...How stophavingfun of you,” he groaned. “I just mean that you're... You're obviously more experienced than me then. I kind of haven't even... I mean, I don't even know if I'm into that kind of thing.”
He did his best to follow Ivan's confusing verbal train of thought. Once he connected it all together, he realized that he could see a very obvious hole in what he was admitting. “How do you write such realistic BDSM...?”
“In my fics?”
“Yes. If you've never even,” he paused and stopped himself just in time when he noticed the horrified look Ivan was giving him, should he threaten to loudly announce his virginity. “How do you even know what you're writing about?”
Ivan rubbed the back of his neck and idly cleaned up the coffee he'd spit onto his laptop. “Well, you see, I watch a lot of hentai. I read a lot of fics. I sort of feel like I've done it all secondhand in a way.”
Secondhand was not the real thing because there were some very vital components that were missing: the real physical sensation and psychological reaction. That was as good of a time as any to just lay it out there. “Would you ever consider doing any of that for real?”
Ivan's reaction wasn't a no. Actually, he seemed to be considering it, putting his chin in his palm as he looked contemplatively out into the crowded room. “I don't think I'd mind trying something with you, if that's what you're suggesting. But, like, I don't know about any hardcore stuff.” Yuri's mind started to tune out whatever else he was saying after that part because even though he had said it quickly, he had just basically just told him that he'd like to have sex with him. When was the last time he felt that excited to have someone's permission?
While Ivan was still talking, Yuri reached down into his briefcase and pulled out one of his business cards. Quickly, he flipped it over to scribble his home address onto the back of it, then placed it on top of Ivan's closed laptop. Ivan's nervous chatter stopped and he looked up, focusing his eyes on him.
He held up the card to read it. “Oh. So I should just,” he shrugged, “come over sometime?” He said it trying to sound casual about it, failing spectacularly. It was so easy for Yuri to tell that he was inexperienced when he was used to hearing the instant, forward replies he got from other men. Something about that made his insides burn even hotter to touch him. If he weren't careful, he feared that he'd burst right into flame.
This looked like his opportunity to leave. Grabbing his briefcase, he slid his laptop back into it, zipped it, and stood. Now was probably an especially good time when he realized that the young girl otherwise known as Blue Rose was there was well and staring at the two of them. What a sight they must have made.
“If you happen to lose the card, you know where to reach me regardless.”
Ivan nodded dumbly, giving him a simpering look. “Y-yeah.” Clearly, he did not know what to do with all of this new information and the business card and the fact that he could sleep with him. His fingers clutched the card loosely and he let out a breath, then nodded in a way that made his hair fall in front of his face. “Yeah, I’ll talk to you later.”
“Okay. Until next time.”
He was going to have Ivan in his bed for sure at this rate.
Later that night, as Yuri sat at his desk, drinking yet another cup of coffee, browsing the forum, he received a private message. Of course, no one would PM him other than his little fanfic-writing friend, so he opened the message with a renewed interest. How his luck had managed to change all in one day was some kind of mystery or coincidence; no more so than how all the heroes managed to also visit the site though, he supposed. Compared to that catastrophe-in-waiting, his luck was just normal.
[Hello again]
_origamically
So...
Did you seriously just want me to come over unannounced? (Is that a fetish of yours? :3c I could show up in a girlscout costume if you wa- No wait, don’t take that seriously. I don’t wanna picture you dragging little girls into your house when you tell them to wait for you to get your wallet...)
But yeah, is there a good time when I should come over? You seem like a busy guy.
[Re: Hello again]
stophavingfun
YOU HAVE A VERY ACTIVE IMAGINATION. I DON’T RAPE LITTLE GIRLS.
WE’RE ALWAYS ONLINE AT THE SAME TIME, SO I’LL ASSUME WE HAVE ABOUT THE SAME HOURS. JUST COME OVER WHENEVER YOU SEE ME ONLINE.
[Re: Hello again]
_origamically
What... How... HOW DO YOU SOUND SO DIFFERENT ONLINE? TURN OFF YOUR CAPS.
Okay so, but like - Tomorrow? Tonight? Don’t you need to clean up your house before I come over or something? （｀ε´ ）
That reminded him... He should really take some of those Lunatic masks off the wall. Ivan knew he as a fan of him, but that might be taking things a little too far if he saw what “perfect replicas” he had.
[Re: Hello again]
stophavingfun
I am saying that you can come over whenever you like - as long as I’m home.
Does that sound too strange? I can’t say I’ve ever done a proper date, but what we had at the meet-up was about as close as I’ve ever come to one before.
[Re: Hello again]
_origamically
If I think any harder about this, I’m probably not gonna be brave enough to do it, so can I just
come over like
right now?
Just to be sure, how much experience do you have with guys like me?
Yuri laughed and grinned into his palm. If he were typing then he wouldn’t mind saying what just came to his mind. It felt different than saying it out loud.
[Re: Hello again]
stophavingfun
Virgins? Lots.
Guys like you? None.
[Re: Hello again !!!!!!!!3rwey;kl;k]
_origamically
AHHH OMG STOP. THAT DOESN’T SOUND LIKE YOU AT ALL.
WHY SO CUTE??? (≧∇≦)Ｏ
omg okay. I’ll be over in a few minutes. Be gentle with me, okay? (＝ω＝)
‘Gentle’ wasn’t a word Yuri kept in his vocabulary unless he was using it to describe a less severe level of torture. He rarely held back and the men he was with rarely wanted him to hold back at all, always so willing to take any punishment he would give them. No one ever walked away sustaining any terrible injuries aside from some bruises, cuts, or stiffness, but who knew what Ivan would be like. He didn’t seem like the type of guy who was dying to get a cock in him.
But what did he know? Virgins were the pandora’s box of sexual partners. Ivan had written enough to prove that he clearly knew what went where so Yuri could at least avoid any horribly awkward moments with him. Worst case scenario would be that he got him undressed and then he finally freaked out bad enough that he wouldn’t allow him to touch him. No, worse yet would be if he didn’t want to undress in front of him at all.
He was delicate, obviously, and the last thing Yuri wanted to do was scare him away. At the same time, he didn’t want to hold back too much or else Ivan would have no idea of how intense he usually was.
No amount of bondage was appropriate for a first time, was it? Not for the typical person. But what was their alternative? He had to make things at least marginally more comfortable for Ivan.
Realizing that Ivan had said that he'd be over in 'a few minutes' Yuri stood hurriedly from his desk and nearly flew around the house, picking up any incriminating material he laid eyes on. He ran around the basement, collecting the Lunatic masks from the wall and tossed them into a closet that he promptly locked. He double-checked the bathroom and made sure that he didn't have anything left out from the last time he had to treat his own injuries and gave a relieved breath when he decided that it was all under control.
His house was successfully hero-proofed.
With an indeterminable amount of time remaining, he ran into his bedroom and brought out some candles, giving no second thought as he lit them with his fingertips. After arranging them on the nightstands on either side of his bed, he stood back and checked out his bedroom situation. Like usual, his bed looked untouched, its sheets pressed and crisp as if no one had slept in it. And no one had.
Because for the last week, he had been enjoying some fitful nights on the living room couch after returning as Lunatic.
He looked forward to sleeping in his bed for a change about as much as he looked forward to sleeping with Ivan. Both at the same time? It was nice.
However... After about fifteen more minutes, Yuri finally slumped down to sit at the edge of his bed.
Was he just not... coming? He thought that he had done everything right. His worst fear was that Ivan wouldn't let him touch him, but now he worried more about whether he would really show. Or if he was just pulling his leg. And even if he did get to sleep with him, what if it wasn't as satisfying as he expected it to be? What if Ivan wouldn't be as submissive as he thou-
The doorbell.
Calmly, he told himself. Don't trip over your own feet to answer the door. Don't look too anxious. Deep breath. You're only going to fuck someone you actually like.
His hand reached to unlock the door, but he froze, a cold sweat breaking out on his brow.
Maybe they were perfect for each other for real. Why was he getting nervous now?
A few more breaths. Calm... Calm... He opened the door and wasn't surprised to see Ivan standing on his front step, looking quite small and uneasy.
“Your house is... really big,” Ivan said, clearing his throat halfway when he realized how small his voice sounded. Indeed, his house was what people would call a mansion, situated comfortably at the end of a private drive, surrounded by trees. It was an out-of-place sight in Sternbild where there was an abundance of apartment complexes in comparison and only a handful of homes like his. He was sure that there was a smart moment to be had somewhere in there about how he was only one small, lonely person living in a big house all by himself.
“It's quite nice. Don't let the size intimidate you,” he assured him, stepping aside to allow for Ivan to step inside. Once again, he was sure there was a euphemism in there...
When Ivan stepped in and looked up into the foyer, the only word that could describe his expression was awe-struck. Yuri wondered what Ivan's home looked like in comparison if his home impressed him so much. Ivan was running a hand through his hair, dragging his fingers through and curling the strands he separated around his fingers when he reached the ends.
“So...” Yeah, Yuri didn't even know how to start now either.
Eyes staring at his feet or the floor, Ivan edged closer to him and reached up to hold the lapels of his suit jacket. He slowly brought his gaze up to look at him weakly in the eyes, his lips quivering as he tried to maintain his confidence. Yuri couldn't remember there ever being a time where he kissed someone to kiss them. Affection was something he thought he didn't have. But Ivan was... Ivan was very special.
Maybe tongue was a little too much for a first kiss, but Ivan had wrapped both of his arms around his shoulders and was standing on his toes to try to get them even closer together. So young, so inexperienced, Yuri hadn't even considered that he may not have any challenge ahead of himself at all. He had thought it would be so awkward and difficult, but Ivan seemed pretty ready. Just to be sure, he put his hands on his shoulders and ran them down his sides to rest at his hips.
Ivan gasped into his mouth.
“Bedroom?” he asked simply, to which Ivan nodded.
His bedroom was upstairs, down a hall, then down another hall, then - it was just a long walk in a big house. It was to ensure his privacy if he ever had anyone over at his home, but as it turned out, Yuri wasn't much of a socialite. To fill the silence and keep it from growing awkward, he gently grabbed Ivan by the wrist and led him after him.
Why did Ivan have to link their fingers? It was cute, but it just cemented the fact that there was no way that this was just a casual thing. Yuri wanted to see more of Ivan, but...
He really does like me...?
Why it was such a surprise when Ivan had said it before was anyone's guess. The way he said it the first time, it could have been a joke, but Yuri hadn't taken it too much to heart. He was probably still busy thinking about how good he would look underneath him that he hadn't even realized that Ivan's feelings were serious.
More importantly, did Yuri like knowing this? It was nice to know that Ivan was interested because that meant he'd likely get to fuck him again, but love was such a foreign thing...
“Yuri-san.”
He jolted, embarrassed that he'd just kept them standing outside of his own bedroom for a few seconds too long. It was like there was a barrier in the doorway and these... feelings were making it hard to cross through. Did his bedroom reject romance?
“Sorry, I-”
“You're nervous, too. Whatever, I can tell.”
It was one of those moments where one's mind just completely shuts off for a second and they think “...Oh.” because dammit... Ivan was perceptive. Or Yuri was blind to how he was personally acting. No matter, though. He flipped his hair and gestured for Ivan to enter.
From there began the slow process of getting Ivan out of his clothes - and he had layers. The jacket was the easiest. That came off without any prompting. His boots and socks were no problem at all either, both getting neatly set next to the bed on the floor. At the point that Ivan took off his shirt and started folding it slowly just to make time slow down further, Yuri knew that he had to do something to move things along.
His instinct took over - or maybe it was frustration. He got on the bed, straddling Ivan's waist with a knee on either side of his hips, then pushed him down by the shoulders until only his feet hung off the bed. The shirt he was wearing was tugged over his head and the chest he exposed was just as thin as he'd expected. The reason Ivan wore so much was probably to cover up how skinny he was. Chuckling softly to himself, Yuri loosened his tie and slid it off, then unbuttoned a few of the top buttons of his shirt and opened his jacket. After he untucked his shirt, he took Ivan's hands and put them on his waist.
“I'm really thin, as well. You don't have to feel self-conscious about that.”
Having Ivan's hands on his waist felt really nice. He slid his palms under Yuri's shirt and he felt along the curve of his hips.
“Sorry,” he mumbled. “I still think about how I got picked on for being so small.”
Yuri would find those people, whoever they were now, and fry them. “There are some people out there who really don't know a good thing when they see it then,” he reassured. Ivan was just the right size, even. It was so easy to grab him under the arms and make him scoot up on the bed until he had his head against the pillow.
“A-Are these candles going to be put to use...?” Ivan wondered out loud, pointing to the one on his right.
“Not unless you want me to.” He patted himself on the back mentally for sounding so reasonable about that. Once Ivan said it, the thought was really tempting, but it looked like it was enough that he even had him on his bed. Getting hot wax all over him would probably make him scream and run at this stage. “I'll try to hold back for you.”
The real reason he liked having his partners blindfolded more often than not was because of this little 'tick' that he had. Arousal seemed to influence his flames sometimes and there had been a time once where he left a whole handprint scorched into a man's back. The guy loved it, but it freaked the hell out of Yuri and made him afraid of anyone ever seeing that happen again. To have someone who turned him on so strongly laying underneath him, no blindfold, Yuri realized that he really had to be crazy after all.
He kissed Ivan. He didn't know why, but for some reason, it seemed to keep him in place; keeping the fire alive inside him while holding it back to where he didn't feel like he'd burst. Maybe it was having a similar effect on Ivan because the shivering in his knees had stopped and his lips moved against his languidly.
Now or never. Keeping Ivan distracted with his mouth, he started working on the buttons on Ivan’s pants. Yuri had to wonder whether he was just very sensitive or innocent or if he had a fetish for being had by older men or something because he could tell that Ivan was already hard. Ivan made a rather undignified sound when he felt the backs of Yuri's knuckles brush over the front of his pants.
He turned out the top button, slid down the zipper... It looked like Ivan was just ready to die of embarrassment, though. Their lips were still together, but Ivan had clammed up enough where he’d totally stopped moving, his mouth zipped shut. It was like seeing an armadillo curl up to hide from a predator. Yuri knew that it might not be best to voice how much he enjoyed that. He wanted Ivan to beg for him, but he also enjoyed the thought of a slightly unwilling Ivan as well.
“Here,” he said, taking Ivan’s hand to place over his own crotch.
“W-W-What?” he stuttered, eyes flying open to look down at their hands. Was it that unexpected?
“Relax. Breathe,” he ordered, looking at him firmly, holding him with his eyes. “If you see that you can touch me without a problem first, it won’t be embarrassing at all. You know that I’m not judging how you look at all, right? You’re gorgeous.”
“Wh...” Words. Ivan was getting increasingly worse at using them. “What’s wrong with you, saying that with such a straight face? When you just say something like that... I don’t really know if I believe it.” His free arm covered his eyes and his fingers jumped on his other hand when Yuri moved his weight a little more forward.
Yuri lifted his arm and toyed with Ivan’s hair for a minute. “I meant that, though. I thought you were interesting on the site. In person, though...” Arm lowering, Ivan pouted curiously, a clear indication that he wanted him to continue that train of thought. Truth was, Yuri was just questioning what he was thinking out loud for himself. The moment for him to rethink things had already passed hours prior, though.
Whatever. He felt he deserved something nice once in a while.
He lowered his lips to Ivan's ear and held the wrist that rested above his head on the pillow. “I wanted to fuck you right there.”
“On second thought,” Ivan started shakily, “maybe this wasn't such a good ide-”
“You aren't the type I'd leave alone, if that's what you were wondering.” Immediately realizing how oddly that sounded, he tried again. “I won't force you out and lock my door. Not on you.” He knew that Ivan wouldn't understand how different he was for him since he had zero way of making a comparison between himself and what Yuri considered his 'usual'. He just had to trust him and for someone who seemed so uneasy, so unsocial, it looked like Ivan already had a lot of trust in him.
“You'll take me on a date,” Ivan told him - not a question.
Yuri nodded.
“And you'll buy me someth-”
“Why am I buying you something?”
Ivan frowned. “Whatever. Just fuck me and we'll see how I feel after.”
Was he expecting this to be some horrible experience? Unless Ivan wasn't actually into guys, Yuri was pretty confident that it was going to be great. Surprisingly enough, Ivan still had his hand on his dick and he was looking at him with a renewed look of determination etched on his face. That was the Ivan that he had been waiting for.
In an instant, that confidence was lost again when Yuri started to tug his pants down him. “Wait, wait, wait, maybe I need another minute to just-” How easy it was to make him shut up with a quick squeeze to the balls.
“Hush. No speaking now unless you have something really important to say.” He would gag him if he damn well had to if that's what it took to fuck him. As it was, he hoped to gag him anyway, but that could come some other time when Ivan became more acclimated to being in his bed. Right now, he moved his hand up Ivan's cock, giving him a few firm pulls before he relaxed his hand. Ivan's face gradually became a brighter red, his mouth opening and closing as he held back whimpers and tried to form words that Yuri didn't care about unless it was “please.”
He tugged his loose cargo pants down a little more to free them from underneath him so he could pull them all the way off, then sat back on his knees to admire the real _origamically. This was a true accomplishment that went beyond trolling. This was like successful real life trolling. His little arch nemesis looked so good spread out on his bed. It was already too hard to keep his hands off of him so he reached out, running his palm over the warm, flat plain of his stomach, was amused when he jumped and shivered when he rubbed his thumbs over his nipples.
When he leaned over him to reach for the lubricant, Ivan grabbed his arm.
He was afraid he was going to hear him tell him that he wanted him to stop. Instead, he asked, “Are you... Do you really keep your lube in the top drawer just like in fanfics?”
“Yes,” he sighed. “That's where a lot of people tend to keep it, unsurprisingly. Do you expect me to be more creative about it?” From his perspective, it was a lot like what Ivan's fanfics were like. He just wished that he could convince him of that when the poor kid never had any experience with it himself. Shaking his head, he opened the drawer and found the tube sitting right near the top for him to grab.
“One finger,” he said, holding up his finger. A little bit of lubricant was squeezed along it and he rubbed his first few fingers together. Ivan was watching him intently, having raised himself up on his elbows to get a better look. Gently, Yuri pushed him back down onto his back. Then, he pressed the tip of his finger against Ivan's entrance. “Breathe,” he reminded him. “It's just one.”
He was tight. Of course he was tight. But Yuri had never been so thrilled to have someone who had never been touched before and he felt especially thrilled to have Ivan to himself. Already, he was being filled with that protective desire to horde him. Almost as soon as he had figured out who he was he had felt it. There was no explanation for it, just that this person was so unarguably his.
Ivan was breathing through his nose, still pretty red in the face, but otherwise looking like he was coping well with the feeling of something inside him. Yuri added another finger and apart from a brief squint of pain, Ivan seemed like he was able to handle it. If he couldn't do that much, then how would he ever be able to seriously write his precious fanfics again, right? The thought made him want to laugh, so he added the third a bit quickly and Ivan's hips jerked.
The frustrated growl that he emitted at that sounded more pleasured than anything, though. It was hard to use three fingers while he was still so tight, so Yuri just angled them and pressed here - there - there until he made Ivan scream.
“There, hm?” It was impressive that he hadn't- Wait, had Ivan ever... “Have you really never even fingered yourself? How the hell do you write the things you write? It's impressive, but shocking.”
Ivan lowered the hands he had brought up to cover his mouth slowly. “I don't know, I just go by the things I watch. I... heard that most people can't find it that fast, though. What you just did, that is.”
“Most people aren't me,” he assured, nudging his fingers up a few more times to rub over his prostate. Ivan looked to be at a total loss, not sure whether he should be covering his mouth with his hands or gripping the sheets with them instead.
Slowly, he removed his fingers and watched him squirm, trying to adjust to their absence. There were so many things he wanted to do to him. The future, he told himself. He had a lot of time in the future to do whatever he wanted.
He grinned, a slow, creeping smile. He couldn't help the pride he felt, realizing that this was the first time he would be introducing Ivan to his master's cock.
He breathed a hard sigh, relieved to finally be free of the tight restriction that his pants were putting on him. A few strokes to coat his cock and he felt like he should be ashamed of how wet the tip of his cock was already. Instead, he just felt... elated.
“Wait a second,” Ivan said, holding up a hand again. “You aren't taking off your clothes?”
Yuri shrugged. “Must I? Here.” He slid his tie off all the way, dropped it to the floor. “There you go. Okay, now come here.”
He put his hands on Ivan's knees and spread them farther apart so he could get himself comfortably situated between them and lifted his hips slightly to place him more in his lap, giving him a nice angle to work with. He didn't do this position very often, but this was supposed to be a bonding experience for them, yes? Like the way a baby bird identifies the first thing it sees as its mother...
Whatever, he was definitely over-thinking things, but it was a momentous occasion.
The first time he pressed inside him felt ridiculous. Ivan grabbed a fistful of the sheets instantly and jerked his hips as if to move away, but Yuri held him down firmly to cease his struggling. He gave him about three seconds to adjust before he pressed in again and the whimper he received from him made Yuri worry about that spontaneous flame problem of his. He hadn't expected to need some time himself, so he took it a little slower until both of them were on the same page.
“How does it feel?” he asked.
Ivan wiggled helplessly; for what specific reason, to get more or get away, Yuri wasn't perfectly sure until he finally responded with that timid voice of his. “It's good.”
“Really?”
He nodded slightly. “It's tight, though.”
“Does it hurt?”
He bit his lip between his teeth and tentatively gave another upward roll of his hips to bring himself down more onto Yuri's lap, driving him deeper. The move made his breath catch and his cock twitched impatiently against his stomach. “It does kind of - not too much, but it... feels good,” he breathed quietly.
With each thrust, Ivan grew more compliant beneath him, meeting him halfway, until his legs were quivering with loosely contained pleasure instead of nerves and fear.
“Good.”
Good and glad that it hurt, that it felt good, that Ivan was his, his, his. What a special occasion.
He leaned forward and wrapped an arm around Ivan's back, pressing them closely together while he used his other hand to finally pay some attention to his cock, stroking him slowly in time with the movement of his hips.
“I really won't leave you alone,” he reminded him, pressing his lips against his ear.
So close, he could tell. If it were possible, he could feel Ivan becoming even tighter around him. He hadn't known how long to expect him to be able to hold on for, but he had done so well. Yuri was shamefully close himself. He didn't want to waste a precious second of this feeling, but he knew that even the best of things had their limits and he was near to reaching his.
Ivan hid his face in his shoulder and groaned loudly, scratching his nails powerlessly against the back of Yuri's suit jacket. His legs wrapped themselves around his waist, holding them together tightly and he thrashed his head back into the pillow and even if Yuri had known that Ivan was going to come in that moment, he still wouldn't have known what to do to prepare himself for how tight he felt when he did. Trapped in Ivan's hold, he couldn't have moved away even if he wanted to.
A minute later saw Yuri looking down at Ivan, fully expecting him to slap him for coming inside him, but he proved to be just as unexpected as Yuri had hoped. Instead, he put his arms around his shoulders and dragged him down for an actual kiss, the kind that made the one they had back in the foyer look like pornography in comparison. The absolute innocence of this kiss made him feel positively disgusting.
It was wonderful.
Ivan pulled away breathlessly and had to suck in a deep breath before he could say anything.
“A date. You fucking owe me one now.”
Had he fallen asleep? What happened again, exactly...?
Oh.
Oh, that was really nice. Nicer than nice, even. Except there was no Ivan asleep next to him when he woke up and there wasn't even a warm spot there to remember him by. Suddenly, he was fearing the worst. Maybe Ivan hadn't been as happy about all that as he thought he was. Maybe it was so bad that he had to leave as soon as he noticed that Yuri was asleep. Fear growing stronger with every sobering, waking second, Yuri threw off the covers and stumbled out of bed.
Somehow, he'd actually fallen asleep in his suit. One look in the mirror confirmed what manner of hell he looked like. Having on a full suit underneath layers of blankets must have been the cause of the sheen of sweat covering his face. Thankfully, it was Saturday, so he didn't have to worry too hard about what people would think about the circles under his eyes. He'd even left his pants unbuttoned but they were still on. He knew what a fool he would have looked like to anyone else.
He made his way down the hall and down the stairway as quickly as he could without tripping and stopped midway down the steps when he realized that he could smell something.
Instantly recognizing the sweet smell of pancakes and bacon, he laughed.
He laughed all the way to the refrigerator where he found the neatly handwritten note that was stuck there for him to read.
_origamically awoke with an arm around him.
He blinked blearily and in an instant, the memories from the night before flooded his mind. There were warm lips against his neck and the arm around him tightened to bring him closer just a little more as his bed partner shifted in his sleep.
Carefully, he removed the arm and slid out of the bed, sparing the real stophavingfun a kiss to the forehead. And a sigh. He didn't understand why he had to fall asleep in all his clothes.
Whatever, he was going to go make breakfast for him.
The real _origamically would see the real stophavingfun again.
He still wanted to be courted properly, after all. ♥
His life was officially fanfiction. Yuri really didn't know who was trolling who anymore. _origamically was damn good.
INDEX
Karina might also want to show up, just to see what the creepy Blue Rose fans are like in real life...? Perhaps Kaede will insist on going and Kotetsu has to take her there...?
Bonus: Lunatic stalking the meetup from the shadows, because he wants to see what _origamically is really like WANTS TO LAUGH AT THE PATHETIC LOSERS ATTENDING.
Notes: BAM SUDDENLY YURI/IVAN AND NFSW. Now is the point where you stop reading halfway if Yuri/Ivan isn't exactly your thing. But that's what Bondageverse ends up being for. So if that is your thing, you can go read that after this.
little_lamb
[IMPORTANT: Off-topic To Close Soon]
The Hero TV Forums is the designated home for all things Hero TV. Recently, the higher-ups have decided to make an amendment to the rules. While we appreciate that you are all also fans of other things, in order to keep the site focused on its primary purpose, we will be closing any groups and topics on the forum that are not related to Hero TV. This includes the off-topic board. Please back up anything you need from such topics for yourself before this time, next week, when the change takes effect.
_origamically
wa-wa-wa- a STICKY? WHA WHA WHA WHA
WHAT DO?
WHAT DOOOOO?
Girl, you know I love you, but what's going on? Why close down the off-topic posts? Some people come here just for them.
little_lamb
It wasn't my decision. I'm sure this displeases many of you, but please try to respect the rules.
HeroLove
Hey, what? Who are these 'higher-ups'? I hadn't heard anything about this.
stophavingfun
MEH, DON'T CARE. I'M HERE FOR HERO TV, IRONICALLY. I WAS WAITING FOR SOMETHING LIKE THIS TO HAPPEN ANYWAY. THANKS, MODS. YOU'RE GOOD PEOPLE.
_origamically
y u gotta be like that, seriously.
stophavingfun
I MAKE YOUR LIFE INTERESTING, ADMIT IT.
_origamically
YOU DON'T MAKE SENSE.
stophaving fun
YOU'RE NOT ON TOPIC. (NICE TO SEE MY CAPS INFECTING YOU.)
little_lamb
Yes, please, stay on topic.
HeroLove
Normally I don't approve of such things, but I'm going to suggest that whoever wants the off-topic posts to stay should start a petition of some sort to fight the change.
That was how it started. Yuri got his coffee, tied back his hair, and sat back to watch the fireworks ignite. Stickied posts always received thousands of comments, usually from butthurt forum-goers who disagreed strongly with whatever changes or announcements were being made.
He was surprised to see his little friend already raging among the very first comments. For some reason, he expected him to have more dignity than to jump in like the horde of so many other idiots. After accepting that his immediate cry for them to back down wouldn't work, _origamically quieted down and retreated then to wherever he came from and left the post alone. Until right around these new pages, where things were starting to get interesting again.
kgoodman3958
I have an idea for everyone!
Right now, I think that there are too many separate petitions being made. Your enthusiasm may be better used if you focused it on only one means of petitioning.
So I have a radical idea: What would you all say to an offline meet-up? It would be a way to physically show how many users here feel passionately about this. At the same time, it would be an excellent chance for people here to meet their friends offline!
This fool, what was he doing? Or... was it a she? No matter, this sounded like an absolutely ridiculous idea; not to mention, a dangerous one. An event like that would undoubtedly attract dozens of perverts, deviants, and very bad people.
_origamically
...SUGEI.
This... This sounds like the most amazing idea. Why have we never done anything like that before? HAVE we? If we have, I'd feel bad if I was left out. Ah well... idk if I would really want people to see me, come to think of it. Ehehe...
stophavingfun
BECAUSE THEY'D KNOW THAT YOU'RE A DUDE?
_origamically
Youuuuuuuuuuu. You literally only comment when I comment, don't you?
Anyway, I just don't know if I'm what people would be expecting.
stophavingfun
I'M GUESSING...
AROUND 18.
A LITTLE SHORT FOR A GUY.
SHY. YOU MUST BE SHY IN PERSON FOR YOU TO BE ON YOUR COMPUTER THIS OFTEN.
_origamically
My, I had no idea you were THAT much of a creeper. I feel a little hazukashi~ (｡・ε・｡)
Hazu... ka... Whatever. Yuri was absolutely not interested in this little 'offline meet-up' of theirs.
Which was exactly why he showed up to it a few days later.
The whole point of the meet-up would be for people to publicly petition against the change in rules, but it was also functioning as a way for many of the users to meet each other. Personally, Yuri had not bothered with a name tag like some others. He came to the designated coffee shop after work dressed in his usual suit and tie, carrying his briefcase with his laptop at his side. He felt tired as hell, so he was actually somewhat thankful for the fact that they had chosen to hold the event at a Buckstars.
Stifling a wide yawn behind the back of one hand, he wedged himself into the long line in front of the register. Fighting off sleep, nearly closing his eyes right there in the line, he was glad when he finally got up to the register to buy a venti black coffee.
The next challenge was pressing his way through the growing crowd in the building to reach a table. There were so many people dressed up like the heroes. Some of them smelled like they hadn't bathed in days, though he supposed that he could blame the number of people and the small space for that. After clearing the line, he realized that there were way more people in the building than there had been when he first went up to get his coffee. Now it was hard enough just to find a table to sit down.
All he really wanted to do was enjoy a coffee and silently people-watch. Like hell was he going to socialize with a bunch of people he didn't even-
He did recognize the name little_lamb. So one of the mods was there?
Yuri suppressed the urge to push people out of his way and slid through the crowd to reach a table that he spotted in a far corner. Some people must have just left it for it to show up suddenly with both of its chairs available. Taking no chances, Yuri sat down and pulled out his laptop, then sat the empty bag into the opposite seat to make it look occupied.
Perfect. Satisfied that no one would be bothering him for his seat now, he took a sip of his coffee and tried to find the little moderator girl he had spotted earlier.
His eyes found her again by the middle of the room, up against a wall talking closely with a taller woman who Yuri recognized as the very producer of Hero TV. For a second, he wished that he had better eyesight so he could read what her nametag said. It was hard to believe that the producer herself would be a member of the heinous forum. Then again, Hero TV was a heinous show.
Would anyone even care who he was if they knew?
The boy he liked to pester might have liked to meet him (if only to laugh at him for even being there) but it was likely that he wasn't going to show up. Aside from what Yuri suspected he would look like, he really had no clues to go by. If he were there, he probably would have been the one person attracting the most attention. Everyone on the forum seemed to love _origamically.
This meet-up was entertaining, but... kind of pointless now, too.
Was that... Wild Tiger? That was definitely Kotetsu Kaburagi standing by the door with a little girl attached to his arm. That was surprising to say the least; not only was the producer there, but also one of the heroes. Actually, now that he was looking around, Yuri recognized Keith Goodman, the King of Heroes as well. He was headed toward Kaburagi and the girl was going off on her own now and Kaburagi was yelling something after her, but she was ignoring him.
Grinning, Yuri took another sip of his coffee. There was something so pleasing about seeing that man being completely ignored by his own daughter. That was his daughter, wasn't it? He recalled reading that he had a daughter in his file. In a few minutes, Yuri wouldn't be surprised if Barnaby Brooks Jr. showed up as well to complete the pair.
The coffee was definitely helping to wake him up and it helped him play this new game of Hero TV Where's Waldo with the meet-up attendants. He enjoyed some silent pleasure knowing that aside from the heroes and the producer, he was probably the only person in the room who recognized any of them as heroes outside of their costumes.
He wasn't one hundred percent sure of it, but the boy in the opposite corner of the room looked like Origami Cyclone, Ivan Karelin. Yuri was suddenly greatly wishing that _origamically could have been there to appreciate... Oh, right, he was out of costume. He wasn't much to be appreciating out of costume anyway. He was just some frail, depressed-looking teenager underneath the suit. His television persona wasn't anything like the real person.
The longer he looked at him, the more Yuri began to suspect that his eyes had some kind of magnetic pull, because Ivan kept getting closer and closer. As if to break this weird spell's effect, Yuri went back to looking at his laptop. He had it open and on, hadn't even done anything with it yet, but it took only a quick second for his browser to load after clicking on it. There was some shame to be had in the fact that he had made the forum his homepage, but it was undeniably handy when the site had become his most visited.
At least it felt appropriate to be on the forum while he was at the meet-up for it. It could even aid him in the Name That User game if he spotted a nametag that sounded unfamiliar. He couldn't deny that he wanted to get to know bisonfan4lyfe. Whoever he was, he had a very nice build, much like Rock Bison himself; just the type of guy Yuri enjoyed bringing back to his place to-
“Can I... Ah, is this seat taken?”
Yes. It is, he wanted to say impatiently to the person who was requesting his other seat.
“It's...” Ivan Karelin. “Available.”
The boy nodded his head appreciatively with a quick, shy smile, but shuffled his feet in place when he didn't know what to do with the bag Yuri had left in the seat. Trying not to appear too perturbed by this, Yuri leaned over and plucked it from the seat, then set it down next to himself on the floor where he hoped that no one would come by to steal it.
Carrying a bag of his own, Ivan placed it in his lap and pulled out his own laptop, which he then set down on the other side of the table. Aside from the sound of his fingers on the keys, muted by the noise of the people in the store, he didn't make any other sound. Yuri had the impression that even if he were the only other person in the shop, he still wouldn't be able to sense his presence. Even if he took up half of the table, it was almost like he wasn't there; his presence immediately disappearing and becoming blessedly unobtrusive.
Curiously, Yuri craned his neck to the side to peek around his laptop, hoping to see if Ivan had on a nametag. However, like himself, he didn't have one. It couldn't have been a coincidence that so many heroes were at the same event, all talking to each other. If Ivan weren't a member of the site, then he seemed like the type who would have avoided the crowded coffee shop, even if he really wanted coffee.
Yuri just wasn't curious enough to ask him what his username was, though, especially when that would expose him as another one of these massive nerds.
When he turned his attention back to his own laptop, he noticed that he had a private message in his inbox. It was strange enough that anyone would want to message him and more strange when he saw who it was from.
_origamically
[Meet-up]
lol so did you go?
I can totally picture you just sitting there, looking like the most awkward turtle ever, not knowing how to interact socially with real people.
He tried not to laugh. This was the guy who was probably sitting at home because he couldn't do what Yuri was doing. There was no way that he was going to admit that he was at the meet-up, though.
stophavingfun
[Re: Meet-up]
LMAO OF COURSE NOT. LIKE I WOULD ASSOCIATE MYSELF WITH A BUNCH OF LOSERS.
LET ME GUESS. YOU DIDN'T GO EITHER.
_origamically
[Re: Meet-up]
Well, I did go. I saw some of my friends, but they were all people I already knew irl. I didn't feel like talking to people I didn't really know already. You figured out that I'm a guy, but a lot of people on the site don't know anything about me, even that much. It's not that I hide it, it's just that nobody's ever bothered to be like “Hey, are you a guy?”
stophavingfun
[Re: Meet-up]
IF I WERE THERE, WOULD YOU HAVE WANTED TO MEET ME?
_origamically
[Re: Meet-up]
Your caps feel so gratuitous sometimes... You aren't mad when you're asking that, are you?
Uh... I guess I wouldn't mind knowing what kind of crazy person you must be irl. You told me what you think I'd look like, so I'll tell you what I think you look like. lol
I imagine that you're about my age (or around 20-ish), you have some kind of crazy hair that's like red or blue or something, and you have piercings. idk just my immediate mental image. Or you're just some regular businessman-type who gets lonely and doesn't have anything to do with himself so he just antagonizes people on the internet. Either image works to me.
stophavingfun
[Re: Meet-up]
The only hint I'll give you is that Я русский.
_origamically
[Re: Meet-up]
Ahaha, я не знаю, что вы знали русский язык! Go figure, I'm Russian, too. I'm not sure I'd recognize a Russian if I saw one, though! I mean, unless we were speaking it to each other.
(btw, you forgot your caps. It's kewt when you do that.)
When was the last time Yuri laughed out loud? He couldn't even remember, but it was too coincidental to find out that the person he'd been talking to this whole time could have been conversing with him in his mother language. Now he had two languages he could troll _origamically in.
On the other side of the table, Ivan was sharing a similar look of amusement which was an interesting, almost refreshing change from the nervous expression he had on a little while ago. When he noticed Yuri looking, Yuri tried to look away, but the kid decided that he had to talk to him for some reason.
“Read something funny? Are you here for the forum meet-up?”
Talk about déjà vu.
“No,” he denied again. “I just came for the coffee. You? It's a pretty packed house right now. I'm surprised that anyone else would have come here just to sit around.”
Instead of answering his question, Ivan was staring at him very intently, as if he were scrutinizing something about his appearance. “Aren't you... You look familiar.”
“I'm a judge,” he explained. He could give him that much. “You may know me because I happen to already know you.”
“O-Oh...” Ivan hid his face by looking down into his lap. For a minute, he wondered if the boy knew that he was the one who convicted his friend for murder. No matter, at least he wasn't aware of the fact that he was the one he fought just a week ago. That would have really made things more awkward. “Well,” Ivan said, looking like he was trying to brighten up the mood by being friendly. “I guess that proper introductions are in order if we've seen each other before. I'm Ivan.”
“Yuri Petrov,” he returned, shaking the hand that Ivan had timidly raised for him.
When he moved to lean back into his seat, however, Ivan's hand stayed clutching onto his own, refusing to let go.
Suddenly, Ivan grabbed the corner of Yuri's laptop with his other hand while he had him immobilized and yelled in a very attention-attracting way when he saw what he had up on his screen.
“I knew it! Moreover, what are the odds!”
“Probably higher than you think when I'm probably one of the few Russians you even know in person apart from your own family. Now kindly removed your hand and quiet yourself before people start coming over here.”
Ivan slumped back down into his own seat. He appeared to be thinking intensely about this new information, letting it roll over in his mind. “Wow, a judge.”
“Wow, a hero.”
“D-don't say that so loud!” he said defensively, going stiff. “People don't know who I am.”
“So I can see,” Yuri said dryly, pointing to Ivan's chest - or rather, to his lack of a nametag. “But really, what are you doing visiting your own fansite? What in the world would make you think that's a good idea?”
Ivan crossed his arms over his chest, ignoring his keyboard now that he had the real guy right in front of himself. “Probably the same reason you started going on it: it's a good source of information. It's very handy to know what the fans want and expect from me. I figured out that I can also control some of that myself by writing fanfiction about what I want. And... I can be a hero and a fan if I want, can't I?”
...Yes, that was fine.
If he was being completely honest, Yuri was starting to feel a little glad that _origamically was turning out to make just as much sense in person. He wasn't his type at all, but he was what he expected he would look like and he seemed to have a good head on his shoulders. At least, he had the sense to disassociate himself from the people who didn't know him at the meet-up. That gave him more points than Tiger and Sky High who were chatting it up rather animatedly with the newly arrived Rock Bison, all three of them wearing nametags to show off their own stupidity.
“You knew that there were other heroes on the forum?” he asked, not even caring about how loudly he said it when the rest of the café was so loud by then.
Ivan groaned and hid his face in his hands. “Yes,” he mumbled into his wrists. “Yes, and they're all idiots. I love them, but they don't know how to be respectable members of the internet at all.” He paused and looked up from his hands. “You know, I feel like a total nerd even talking like this in person, but it feels kind of okay since I get the feeling that you know what I mean...”
As Ivan trailed off, Yuri nodded for him. He never thought that he would be agreeing with something like that. Then again, he never really thought he would meet _origamically.
“Would you like a coffee?”
Ivan blinked. “A... huh, what?”
“I'm offering you a coffee. Or a pastry. Whatever you like.”
“That's not something I was expecting from the guy who's like my personal internet antagonist. You aren't going to lace it with poison or something, are you?”
“You can absolutely trust that I won't,” he replied, standing up and pushing in his chair. “Well?”
Like it or not, Ivan was getting coffee. “Uh... Something sweet. If it has caramel, I'll be happy.” Was he blushing? “Thank you. I'll watch your chair for you.”
Once again, Yuri got up to join the line, which had grown to ridiculous proportions since the last time he went up. It was hard to tell now where the line began and where it ended once it started running into everyone else who were just milling around. When he took his place in the line, he suddenly found himself wishing that he had brought his own coffee with him because it would probably get cold before he ever made it back to the table.
He didn't like guys like Ivan, so why was he getting him a coffee again?
When he looked over to the table, so many teenage girls were suddenly swarming the table that Yuri could barely see Ivan sitting there anymore. It looked as though the group of girls had taken an interest in Ivan for some reason. Did they figure out who he was and want autographs or something? That would figure. Of course Yuri's peace would be busted by the most popular member of the forums. Now he was really wishing he hadn't offered him a coffee.
He still bought it for him anyway. If for no other reason, he told himself that it was because Ivan made the site more interesting for him and that he deserved some thanks for that.
The girls were gone by the time he got back. He carefully set down Ivan's coffee next to his laptop on a small stack of napkins and took his own seat.
“T-They just wanted to know if I was from the forums...”
“I didn't ask.”
Nervously, Ivan stared down at his coffee and it was as though he shrunk in on himself. His arms got closer to his sides and he linked his feet together underneath his chair. The silence from his side of the table was slightly unnerving until he finally spoke again. “Thank you for the coffee.” He popped off the lid and started licking the whipped cream off the surface. It was a completely innocent sight, but for some reason, it struck Yuri as obscenely erotic.
“I-If a bunch of girls found out that I was _origamically, they would probably just start calling me gay anyway,” he mumbled around a mouthful of creamy foam. A little bit clung to the tip of his nose and he tried his hardest to lick it off with his tongue.
“Writing explicit erotic fanfiction about male heroes together does sound like a very gay thing to do,” Yuri agreed. To put him out of his misery already, he took one of the napkins and slid it closer to Ivan, who appreciatively used it to wipe his nose. “Besides, wasn't there a guy you liked even?”
Ivan sputtered and nearly choked on a sip of his coffee. “Ah, yeah, that. I... never got around to telling him how I felt. Did I really mention that before?”
“You had a whole thread about it following one of your Origami-Bison stories.” Not that Yuri would embarrass him by going into the details of it right on the spot, but he did recall reading a long thread where _origamically had tried to explain the situation he was in. Apparently he liked someone, but they were oblivious to his feelings and then there was another guy who liked who he liked - it was quite high school. Now, looking at his bright red face and fidgeting fingers, it was obvious who Ivan had taken a shine to.
“I just...” He bit down on his lower lip and dragged a hand restlessly through his hair. “He's a lot older than me and I don't think he likes guys at all. I'm probably more like a little brother to him.”
Yuri didn't really have any advice for him. He invited men like Rock Bison home and whipped them and fucked them until they couldn't stand, but he didn't invite any of them back for dinner. He wasn't much of a romantic. He personally had no doubt that he could have the man if he wanted to, but he wouldn't rub something like that in for the kid. It seemed wrong to taint someone so innocent with even the thought of something like that.
So that's why.
Someone this innocent... and yet so intelligent. Yuri had no idea he could even find anyone attractive in a romantic way.
It felt like he'd just discovered a new fetish: young, Russian, and extremely socially awkward. The fact that Ivan wrote erotic fiction only gave Yuri hope that he would be interested in someone like him who had a taste for the real thing.
Interested? What in God's name am I thinking? Is he even legal...? Moreover, he's a hero.
Ivan laughed softly and set his cup next to his laptop. He closed the sceen and looked up at Yuri. “You know, you're more normal than I expected you to be. It's just so weird because I kind of already knew you and you're more different than I expected you to be at the same time. As Judge Petrov, that is.”
“Yuri's fine.”
“Yuri,” Ivan repeated with a small smile.
...It was set now. He had to fuck Ivan Karelin. He was ready to make it a life goal if he had to. He could already picture him sobbing and begging underneath him.
Yuri snorted and waggled a finger at him. “I'm still stophavingfun. Don't get too comfortable.”
Ivan grinned. “I wouldn't dream of it. You still creep me out. I'm just trying to be polite. I can totally tell that you like me though, by the way. Just so you know. You're a little more subtle in person, but online it's practically like you're screaming it at me in caps.”
This time, it was Yuri's turn to choke on his drink. Unlike Ivan's cute little sputter, he got caught in a full-on coughing fit and had to pound himself in the chest a few times before it finally started to settle down. It wasn't bad enough that Ivan had caught on to him so completely, but now he was also drawing attention to himself for it.
“Uh... Seriously? I'm right?”
“You just said that and didn't know whether you were right?” He glared at Ivan with a mixture of embarrassment and open shock on his face.
“You're always such a dick, I didn't know how I was supposed to take it!”
Yuri calmly pinched the bridge of his nose and willed himself not to do anything more embarrassing than he already had. As it was, he was fearing that the other heroes would recognize him and try to come over to talk. It was bad enough that he was considering revealing his identity to one person now; he didn't want to bring everyone else in on it, too.
“Just don't speak a word of this to anyone else, please. The whole forum in general is just a guilty pleasure.”
“Uh-uh. Trust me, I doubt that your hobbies could be any weirder than what I get up to on a daily basis. If you hadn't already noticed, on top of being a hero,” he started, lowering his voice for that 'hero' part, “I also write erotic slash fiction. I mean really, you're like the total opposite in a way. Even if everyone knew that you liked the site, I'm sure you could spin it in a way that wouldn't sound too... immature or whatever.”
Oh, that was all? And he thought that he was the total opposite? This poor child really didn't know a thing about what he got up to daily... Or at least once or twice a week. It depended on how busy his schedule was and now with the whole Lunatic thing, his days were really starting to get eventful...
“So? What else do you do exactly?” Ivan innocently took another sip of his coffee and looked at him from over the rim as he tipped it back. “Come on, you know so much more about me because all I do is talk about what I'm into all day and night.”
“Not really,” Yuri said quietly. “I just read some of your stories...”
“Pffft. I'm flattered. But seriously, you're in like every thread that I'm in. At least tell me what you like about me.” When Yuri gave him another stricken look, Ivan took some pity. “Stop that. I'm the awkward one. Your hobbies, tell me them. You must have some.”
Did he really? Aside from the obvious ones that stuck out in his own mind (the ones he wasn't sure he wanted to share) it was hard to think of anything really defining. “I... like trying different kinds of coffee. I collect tea cups from around the world. Um...”
“And you enjoy reading homoerotic fiction,” Ivan provided with a stupid grin. “You know... I think I like you, too. You're the first guy who... even knows all this stuff about me. Even the important thing.” The hero part, he meant. That probably was the most delicate and complicated part of dating as a hero. Yuri hadn't yet run into that problem for obvious reasons.
Oh, what had he gotten himself into? Ivan didn't have a clue that he was Lunatic. It almost felt wrong to know that he was Origami Cyclone and not tell him who he was in return, but that would be so wrong to do for so many reasons; namely because he'd tried killing him. If Yuri had known that he was _origamically back then, he likely wouldn't have laid a hand on him. Not without his consent, of course. And under very different circumstances. Goddammit.
Yuri took a long drink from his coffee and placed it back down firmly on the table.
Ivan was going to have so much leverage to blackmail him with in the future if he ever wanted to.
“I'm into BDSM.”
Cue Ivan's literal spit-take all over his laptop. Considerately, avoiding Yuri's face.
“Wh- Ah- Wh... I mean...” That was a very telling reaction.
He generously handed Ivan another napkin to wipe the caramel latte off his chin, carefully resisting the urge to lean over and do it for him. He was sure that _origamically had a Japanese word for this feeling that he made him feel, but he hadn't bothered memorizing it.
“I felt you should know just in case you were being serious.”
Ivan dabbed at his face with the napkin and it was like he shrunk back into his chair again, intimidated by this information he'd shared with him. It wasn't the kind of thing one would normally bring up on a date or a first meeting, but Ivan was just a kid and Yuri wasn't about to be blamed for something if Ivan ever found a reason to say that he didn't know. He was ready to hide any embarrassing detail he could find, but he wanted to make his intentions clear.
“I trust that you won't-”
The young hero waved his arms around in front of himself to cut Yuri off. “I got it. I won't mention this to anyone ever. You already know all about me anyway, so it's only fair. ...I mean, you definitely have about nine thousand levels on me, but-”
“You're talking like an anime nerd again.”
“Sor- ...How stophavingfun of you,” he groaned. “I just mean that you're... You're obviously more experienced than me then. I kind of haven't even... I mean, I don't even know if I'm into that kind of thing.”
He did his best to follow Ivan's confusing verbal train of thought. Once he connected it all together, he realized that he could see a very obvious hole in what he was admitting. “How do you write such realistic BDSM...?”
“In my fics?”
“Yes. If you've never even,” he paused and stopped himself just in time when he noticed the horrified look Ivan was giving him, should he threaten to loudly announce his virginity. “How do you even know what you're writing about?”
Ivan rubbed the back of his neck and idly cleaned up the coffee he'd spit onto his laptop. “Well, you see, I watch a lot of hentai. I read a lot of fics. I sort of feel like I've done it all secondhand in a way.”
Secondhand was not the real thing because there were some very vital components that were missing: the real physical sensation and psychological reaction. That was as good of a time as any to just lay it out there. “Would you ever consider doing any of that for real?”
Ivan's reaction wasn't a no. Actually, he seemed to be considering it, putting his chin in his palm as he looked contemplatively out into the crowded room. “I don't think I'd mind trying something with you, if that's what you're suggesting. But, like, I don't know about any hardcore stuff.” Yuri's mind started to tune out whatever else he was saying after that part because even though he had said it quickly, he had just basically just told him that he'd like to have sex with him. When was the last time he felt that excited to have someone's permission?
While Ivan was still talking, Yuri reached down into his briefcase and pulled out one of his business cards. Quickly, he flipped it over to scribble his home address onto the back of it, then placed it on top of Ivan's closed laptop. Ivan's nervous chatter stopped and he looked up, focusing his eyes on him.
He held up the card to read it. “Oh. So I should just,” he shrugged, “come over sometime?” He said it trying to sound casual about it, failing spectacularly. It was so easy for Yuri to tell that he was inexperienced when he was used to hearing the instant, forward replies he got from other men. Something about that made his insides burn even hotter to touch him. If he weren't careful, he feared that he'd burst right into flame.
This looked like his opportunity to leave. Grabbing his briefcase, he slid his laptop back into it, zipped it, and stood. Now was probably an especially good time when he realized that the young girl otherwise known as Blue Rose was there was well and staring at the two of them. What a sight they must have made.
“If you happen to lose the card, you know where to reach me regardless.”
Ivan nodded dumbly, giving him a simpering look. “Y-yeah.” Clearly, he did not know what to do with all of this new information and the business card and the fact that he could sleep with him. His fingers clutched the card loosely and he let out a breath, then nodded in a way that made his hair fall in front of his face. “Yeah, I’ll talk to you later.”
“Okay. Until next time.”
He was going to have Ivan in his bed for sure at this rate.
Later that night, as Yuri sat at his desk, drinking yet another cup of coffee, browsing the forum, he received a private message. Of course, no one would PM him other than his little fanfic-writing friend, so he opened the message with a renewed interest. How his luck had managed to change all in one day was some kind of mystery or coincidence; no more so than how all the heroes managed to also visit the site though, he supposed. Compared to that catastrophe-in-waiting, his luck was just normal.
[Hello again]
_origamically
So...
Did you seriously just want me to come over unannounced? (Is that a fetish of yours? :3c I could show up in a girlscout costume if you wa- No wait, don’t take that seriously. I don’t wanna picture you dragging little girls into your house when you tell them to wait for you to get your wallet...)
But yeah, is there a good time when I should come over? You seem like a busy guy.
[Re: Hello again]
stophavingfun
YOU HAVE A VERY ACTIVE IMAGINATION. I DON’T RAPE LITTLE GIRLS.
WE’RE ALWAYS ONLINE AT THE SAME TIME, SO I’LL ASSUME WE HAVE ABOUT THE SAME HOURS. JUST COME OVER WHENEVER YOU SEE ME ONLINE.
[Re: Hello again]
_origamically
What... How... HOW DO YOU SOUND SO DIFFERENT ONLINE? TURN OFF YOUR CAPS.
Okay so, but like - Tomorrow? Tonight? Don’t you need to clean up your house before I come over or something? （｀ε´ ）
That reminded him... He should really take some of those Lunatic masks off the wall. Ivan knew he as a fan of him, but that might be taking things a little too far if he saw what “perfect replicas” he had.
[Re: Hello again]
stophavingfun
I am saying that you can come over whenever you like - as long as I’m home.
Does that sound too strange? I can’t say I’ve ever done a proper date, but what we had at the meet-up was about as close as I’ve ever come to one before.
[Re: Hello again]
_origamically
If I think any harder about this, I’m probably not gonna be brave enough to do it, so can I just
come over like
right now?
Just to be sure, how much experience do you have with guys like me?
Yuri laughed and grinned into his palm. If he were typing then he wouldn’t mind saying what just came to his mind. It felt different than saying it out loud.
[Re: Hello again]
stophavingfun
Virgins? Lots.
Guys like you? None.
[Re: Hello again !!!!!!!!3rwey;kl;k]
_origamically
AHHH OMG STOP. THAT DOESN’T SOUND LIKE YOU AT ALL.
WHY SO CUTE??? (≧∇≦)Ｏ
omg okay. I’ll be over in a few minutes. Be gentle with me, okay? (＝ω＝)
‘Gentle’ wasn’t a word Yuri kept in his vocabulary unless he was using it to describe a less severe level of torture. He rarely held back and the men he was with rarely wanted him to hold back at all, always so willing to take any punishment he would give them. No one ever walked away sustaining any terrible injuries aside from some bruises, cuts, or stiffness, but who knew what Ivan would be like. He didn’t seem like the type of guy who was dying to get a cock in him.
But what did he know? Virgins were the pandora’s box of sexual partners. Ivan had written enough to prove that he clearly knew what went where so Yuri could at least avoid any horribly awkward moments with him. Worst case scenario would be that he got him undressed and then he finally freaked out bad enough that he wouldn’t allow him to touch him. No, worse yet would be if he didn’t want to undress in front of him at all.
He was delicate, obviously, and the last thing Yuri wanted to do was scare him away. At the same time, he didn’t want to hold back too much or else Ivan would have no idea of how intense he usually was.
No amount of bondage was appropriate for a first time, was it? Not for the typical person. But what was their alternative? He had to make things at least marginally more comfortable for Ivan.
Realizing that Ivan had said that he'd be over in 'a few minutes' Yuri stood hurriedly from his desk and nearly flew around the house, picking up any incriminating material he laid eyes on. He ran around the basement, collecting the Lunatic masks from the wall and tossed them into a closet that he promptly locked. He double-checked the bathroom and made sure that he didn't have anything left out from the last time he had to treat his own injuries and gave a relieved breath when he decided that it was all under control.
His house was successfully hero-proofed.
With an indeterminable amount of time remaining, he ran into his bedroom and brought out some candles, giving no second thought as he lit them with his fingertips. After arranging them on the nightstands on either side of his bed, he stood back and checked out his bedroom situation. Like usual, his bed looked untouched, its sheets pressed and crisp as if no one had slept in it. And no one had.
Because for the last week, he had been enjoying some fitful nights on the living room couch after returning as Lunatic.
He looked forward to sleeping in his bed for a change about as much as he looked forward to sleeping with Ivan. Both at the same time? It was nice.
However... After about fifteen more minutes, Yuri finally slumped down to sit at the edge of his bed.
Was he just not... coming? He thought that he had done everything right. His worst fear was that Ivan wouldn't let him touch him, but now he worried more about whether he would really show. Or if he was just pulling his leg. And even if he did get to sleep with him, what if it wasn't as satisfying as he expected it to be? What if Ivan wouldn't be as submissive as he thou-
The doorbell.
Calmly, he told himself. Don't trip over your own feet to answer the door. Don't look too anxious. Deep breath. You're only going to fuck someone you actually like.
His hand reached to unlock the door, but he froze, a cold sweat breaking out on his brow.
Maybe they were perfect for each other for real. Why was he getting nervous now?
A few more breaths. Calm... Calm... He opened the door and wasn't surprised to see Ivan standing on his front step, looking quite small and uneasy.
“Your house is... really big,” Ivan said, clearing his throat halfway when he realized how small his voice sounded. Indeed, his house was what people would call a mansion, situated comfortably at the end of a private drive, surrounded by trees. It was an out-of-place sight in Sternbild where there was an abundance of apartment complexes in comparison and only a handful of homes like his. He was sure that there was a smart moment to be had somewhere in there about how he was only one small, lonely person living in a big house all by himself.
“It's quite nice. Don't let the size intimidate you,” he assured him, stepping aside to allow for Ivan to step inside. Once again, he was sure there was a euphemism in there...
When Ivan stepped in and looked up into the foyer, the only word that could describe his expression was awe-struck. Yuri wondered what Ivan's home looked like in comparison if his home impressed him so much. Ivan was running a hand through his hair, dragging his fingers through and curling the strands he separated around his fingers when he reached the ends.
“So...” Yeah, Yuri didn't even know how to start now either.
Eyes staring at his feet or the floor, Ivan edged closer to him and reached up to hold the lapels of his suit jacket. He slowly brought his gaze up to look at him weakly in the eyes, his lips quivering as he tried to maintain his confidence. Yuri couldn't remember there ever being a time where he kissed someone to kiss them. Affection was something he thought he didn't have. But Ivan was... Ivan was very special.
Maybe tongue was a little too much for a first kiss, but Ivan had wrapped both of his arms around his shoulders and was standing on his toes to try to get them even closer together. So young, so inexperienced, Yuri hadn't even considered that he may not have any challenge ahead of himself at all. He had thought it would be so awkward and difficult, but Ivan seemed pretty ready. Just to be sure, he put his hands on his shoulders and ran them down his sides to rest at his hips.
Ivan gasped into his mouth.
“Bedroom?” he asked simply, to which Ivan nodded.
His bedroom was upstairs, down a hall, then down another hall, then - it was just a long walk in a big house. It was to ensure his privacy if he ever had anyone over at his home, but as it turned out, Yuri wasn't much of a socialite. To fill the silence and keep it from growing awkward, he gently grabbed Ivan by the wrist and led him after him.
Why did Ivan have to link their fingers? It was cute, but it just cemented the fact that there was no way that this was just a casual thing. Yuri wanted to see more of Ivan, but...
He really does like me...?
Why it was such a surprise when Ivan had said it before was anyone's guess. The way he said it the first time, it could have been a joke, but Yuri hadn't taken it too much to heart. He was probably still busy thinking about how good he would look underneath him that he hadn't even realized that Ivan's feelings were serious.
More importantly, did Yuri like knowing this? It was nice to know that Ivan was interested because that meant he'd likely get to fuck him again, but love was such a foreign thing...
“Yuri-san.”
He jolted, embarrassed that he'd just kept them standing outside of his own bedroom for a few seconds too long. It was like there was a barrier in the doorway and these... feelings were making it hard to cross through. Did his bedroom reject romance?
“Sorry, I-”
“You're nervous, too. Whatever, I can tell.”
It was one of those moments where one's mind just completely shuts off for a second and they think “...Oh.” because dammit... Ivan was perceptive. Or Yuri was blind to how he was personally acting. No matter, though. He flipped his hair and gestured for Ivan to enter.
From there began the slow process of getting Ivan out of his clothes - and he had layers. The jacket was the easiest. That came off without any prompting. His boots and socks were no problem at all either, both getting neatly set next to the bed on the floor. At the point that Ivan took off his shirt and started folding it slowly just to make time slow down further, Yuri knew that he had to do something to move things along.
His instinct took over - or maybe it was frustration. He got on the bed, straddling Ivan's waist with a knee on either side of his hips, then pushed him down by the shoulders until only his feet hung off the bed. The shirt he was wearing was tugged over his head and the chest he exposed was just as thin as he'd expected. The reason Ivan wore so much was probably to cover up how skinny he was. Chuckling softly to himself, Yuri loosened his tie and slid it off, then unbuttoned a few of the top buttons of his shirt and opened his jacket. After he untucked his shirt, he took Ivan's hands and put them on his waist.
“I'm really thin, as well. You don't have to feel self-conscious about that.”
Having Ivan's hands on his waist felt really nice. He slid his palms under Yuri's shirt and he felt along the curve of his hips.
“Sorry,” he mumbled. “I still think about how I got picked on for being so small.”
Yuri would find those people, whoever they were now, and fry them. “There are some people out there who really don't know a good thing when they see it then,” he reassured. Ivan was just the right size, even. It was so easy to grab him under the arms and make him scoot up on the bed until he had his head against the pillow.
“A-Are these candles going to be put to use...?” Ivan wondered out loud, pointing to the one on his right.
“Not unless you want me to.” He patted himself on the back mentally for sounding so reasonable about that. Once Ivan said it, the thought was really tempting, but it looked like it was enough that he even had him on his bed. Getting hot wax all over him would probably make him scream and run at this stage. “I'll try to hold back for you.”
The real reason he liked having his partners blindfolded more often than not was because of this little 'tick' that he had. Arousal seemed to influence his flames sometimes and there had been a time once where he left a whole handprint scorched into a man's back. The guy loved it, but it freaked the hell out of Yuri and made him afraid of anyone ever seeing that happen again. To have someone who turned him on so strongly laying underneath him, no blindfold, Yuri realized that he really had to be crazy after all.
He kissed Ivan. He didn't know why, but for some reason, it seemed to keep him in place; keeping the fire alive inside him while holding it back to where he didn't feel like he'd burst. Maybe it was having a similar effect on Ivan because the shivering in his knees had stopped and his lips moved against his languidly.
Now or never. Keeping Ivan distracted with his mouth, he started working on the buttons on Ivan’s pants. Yuri had to wonder whether he was just very sensitive or innocent or if he had a fetish for being had by older men or something because he could tell that Ivan was already hard. Ivan made a rather undignified sound when he felt the backs of Yuri's knuckles brush over the front of his pants.
He turned out the top button, slid down the zipper... It looked like Ivan was just ready to die of embarrassment, though. Their lips were still together, but Ivan had clammed up enough where he’d totally stopped moving, his mouth zipped shut. It was like seeing an armadillo curl up to hide from a predator. Yuri knew that it might not be best to voice how much he enjoyed that. He wanted Ivan to beg for him, but he also enjoyed the thought of a slightly unwilling Ivan as well.
“Here,” he said, taking Ivan’s hand to place over his own crotch.
“W-W-What?” he stuttered, eyes flying open to look down at their hands. Was it that unexpected?
“Relax. Breathe,” he ordered, looking at him firmly, holding him with his eyes. “If you see that you can touch me without a problem first, it won’t be embarrassing at all. You know that I’m not judging how you look at all, right? You’re gorgeous.”
“Wh...” Words. Ivan was getting increasingly worse at using them. “What’s wrong with you, saying that with such a straight face? When you just say something like that... I don’t really know if I believe it.” His free arm covered his eyes and his fingers jumped on his other hand when Yuri moved his weight a little more forward.
Yuri lifted his arm and toyed with Ivan’s hair for a minute. “I meant that, though. I thought you were interesting on the site. In person, though...” Arm lowering, Ivan pouted curiously, a clear indication that he wanted him to continue that train of thought. Truth was, Yuri was just questioning what he was thinking out loud for himself. The moment for him to rethink things had already passed hours prior, though.
Whatever. He felt he deserved something nice once in a while.
He lowered his lips to Ivan's ear and held the wrist that rested above his head on the pillow. “I wanted to fuck you right there.”
“On second thought,” Ivan started shakily, “maybe this wasn't such a good ide-”
“You aren't the type I'd leave alone, if that's what you were wondering.” Immediately realizing how oddly that sounded, he tried again. “I won't force you out and lock my door. Not on you.” He knew that Ivan wouldn't understand how different he was for him since he had zero way of making a comparison between himself and what Yuri considered his 'usual'. He just had to trust him and for someone who seemed so uneasy, so unsocial, it looked like Ivan already had a lot of trust in him.
“You'll take me on a date,” Ivan told him - not a question.
Yuri nodded.
“And you'll buy me someth-”
“Why am I buying you something?”
Ivan frowned. “Whatever. Just fuck me and we'll see how I feel after.”
Was he expecting this to be some horrible experience? Unless Ivan wasn't actually into guys, Yuri was pretty confident that it was going to be great. Surprisingly enough, Ivan still had his hand on his dick and he was looking at him with a renewed look of determination etched on his face. That was the Ivan that he had been waiting for.
In an instant, that confidence was lost again when Yuri started to tug his pants down him. “Wait, wait, wait, maybe I need another minute to just-” How easy it was to make him shut up with a quick squeeze to the balls.
“Hush. No speaking now unless you have something really important to say.” He would gag him if he damn well had to if that's what it took to fuck him. As it was, he hoped to gag him anyway, but that could come some other time when Ivan became more acclimated to being in his bed. Right now, he moved his hand up Ivan's cock, giving him a few firm pulls before he relaxed his hand. Ivan's face gradually became a brighter red, his mouth opening and closing as he held back whimpers and tried to form words that Yuri didn't care about unless it was “please.”
He tugged his loose cargo pants down a little more to free them from underneath him so he could pull them all the way off, then sat back on his knees to admire the real _origamically. This was a true accomplishment that went beyond trolling. This was like successful real life trolling. His little arch nemesis looked so good spread out on his bed. It was already too hard to keep his hands off of him so he reached out, running his palm over the warm, flat plain of his stomach, was amused when he jumped and shivered when he rubbed his thumbs over his nipples.
When he leaned over him to reach for the lubricant, Ivan grabbed his arm.
He was afraid he was going to hear him tell him that he wanted him to stop. Instead, he asked, “Are you... Do you really keep your lube in the top drawer just like in fanfics?”
“Yes,” he sighed. “That's where a lot of people tend to keep it, unsurprisingly. Do you expect me to be more creative about it?” From his perspective, it was a lot like what Ivan's fanfics were like. He just wished that he could convince him of that when the poor kid never had any experience with it himself. Shaking his head, he opened the drawer and found the tube sitting right near the top for him to grab.
“One finger,” he said, holding up his finger. A little bit of lubricant was squeezed along it and he rubbed his first few fingers together. Ivan was watching him intently, having raised himself up on his elbows to get a better look. Gently, Yuri pushed him back down onto his back. Then, he pressed the tip of his finger against Ivan's entrance. “Breathe,” he reminded him. “It's just one.”
He was tight. Of course he was tight. But Yuri had never been so thrilled to have someone who had never been touched before and he felt especially thrilled to have Ivan to himself. Already, he was being filled with that protective desire to horde him. Almost as soon as he had figured out who he was he had felt it. There was no explanation for it, just that this person was so unarguably his.
Ivan was breathing through his nose, still pretty red in the face, but otherwise looking like he was coping well with the feeling of something inside him. Yuri added another finger and apart from a brief squint of pain, Ivan seemed like he was able to handle it. If he couldn't do that much, then how would he ever be able to seriously write his precious fanfics again, right? The thought made him want to laugh, so he added the third a bit quickly and Ivan's hips jerked.
The frustrated growl that he emitted at that sounded more pleasured than anything, though. It was hard to use three fingers while he was still so tight, so Yuri just angled them and pressed here - there - there until he made Ivan scream.
“There, hm?” It was impressive that he hadn't- Wait, had Ivan ever... “Have you really never even fingered yourself? How the hell do you write the things you write? It's impressive, but shocking.”
Ivan lowered the hands he had brought up to cover his mouth slowly. “I don't know, I just go by the things I watch. I... heard that most people can't find it that fast, though. What you just did, that is.”
“Most people aren't me,” he assured, nudging his fingers up a few more times to rub over his prostate. Ivan looked to be at a total loss, not sure whether he should be covering his mouth with his hands or gripping the sheets with them instead.
Slowly, he removed his fingers and watched him squirm, trying to adjust to their absence. There were so many things he wanted to do to him. The future, he told himself. He had a lot of time in the future to do whatever he wanted.
He grinned, a slow, creeping smile. He couldn't help the pride he felt, realizing that this was the first time he would be introducing Ivan to his master's cock.
He breathed a hard sigh, relieved to finally be free of the tight restriction that his pants were putting on him. A few strokes to coat his cock and he felt like he should be ashamed of how wet the tip of his cock was already. Instead, he just felt... elated.
“Wait a second,” Ivan said, holding up a hand again. “You aren't taking off your clothes?”
Yuri shrugged. “Must I? Here.” He slid his tie off all the way, dropped it to the floor. “There you go. Okay, now come here.”
He put his hands on Ivan's knees and spread them farther apart so he could get himself comfortably situated between them and lifted his hips slightly to place him more in his lap, giving him a nice angle to work with. He didn't do this position very often, but this was supposed to be a bonding experience for them, yes? Like the way a baby bird identifies the first thing it sees as its mother...
Whatever, he was definitely over-thinking things, but it was a momentous occasion.
The first time he pressed inside him felt ridiculous. Ivan grabbed a fistful of the sheets instantly and jerked his hips as if to move away, but Yuri held him down firmly to cease his struggling. He gave him about three seconds to adjust before he pressed in again and the whimper he received from him made Yuri worry about that spontaneous flame problem of his. He hadn't expected to need some time himself, so he took it a little slower until both of them were on the same page.
“How does it feel?” he asked.
Ivan wiggled helplessly; for what specific reason, to get more or get away, Yuri wasn't perfectly sure until he finally responded with that timid voice of his. “It's good.”
“Really?”
He nodded slightly. “It's tight, though.”
“Does it hurt?”
He bit his lip between his teeth and tentatively gave another upward roll of his hips to bring himself down more onto Yuri's lap, driving him deeper. The move made his breath catch and his cock twitched impatiently against his stomach. “It does kind of - not too much, but it... feels good,” he breathed quietly.
With each thrust, Ivan grew more compliant beneath him, meeting him halfway, until his legs were quivering with loosely contained pleasure instead of nerves and fear.
“Good.”
Good and glad that it hurt, that it felt good, that Ivan was his, his, his. What a special occasion.
He leaned forward and wrapped an arm around Ivan's back, pressing them closely together while he used his other hand to finally pay some attention to his cock, stroking him slowly in time with the movement of his hips.
“I really won't leave you alone,” he reminded him, pressing his lips against his ear.
So close, he could tell. If it were possible, he could feel Ivan becoming even tighter around him. He hadn't known how long to expect him to be able to hold on for, but he had done so well. Yuri was shamefully close himself. He didn't want to waste a precious second of this feeling, but he knew that even the best of things had their limits and he was near to reaching his.
Ivan hid his face in his shoulder and groaned loudly, scratching his nails powerlessly against the back of Yuri's suit jacket. His legs wrapped themselves around his waist, holding them together tightly and he thrashed his head back into the pillow and even if Yuri had known that Ivan was going to come in that moment, he still wouldn't have known what to do to prepare himself for how tight he felt when he did. Trapped in Ivan's hold, he couldn't have moved away even if he wanted to.
A minute later saw Yuri looking down at Ivan, fully expecting him to slap him for coming inside him, but he proved to be just as unexpected as Yuri had hoped. Instead, he put his arms around his shoulders and dragged him down for an actual kiss, the kind that made the one they had back in the foyer look like pornography in comparison. The absolute innocence of this kiss made him feel positively disgusting.
It was wonderful.
Ivan pulled away breathlessly and had to suck in a deep breath before he could say anything.
“A date. You fucking owe me one now.”
Had he fallen asleep? What happened again, exactly...?
Oh.
Oh, that was really nice. Nicer than nice, even. Except there was no Ivan asleep next to him when he woke up and there wasn't even a warm spot there to remember him by. Suddenly, he was fearing the worst. Maybe Ivan hadn't been as happy about all that as he thought he was. Maybe it was so bad that he had to leave as soon as he noticed that Yuri was asleep. Fear growing stronger with every sobering, waking second, Yuri threw off the covers and stumbled out of bed.
Somehow, he'd actually fallen asleep in his suit. One look in the mirror confirmed what manner of hell he looked like. Having on a full suit underneath layers of blankets must have been the cause of the sheen of sweat covering his face. Thankfully, it was Saturday, so he didn't have to worry too hard about what people would think about the circles under his eyes. He'd even left his pants unbuttoned but they were still on. He knew what a fool he would have looked like to anyone else.
He made his way down the hall and down the stairway as quickly as he could without tripping and stopped midway down the steps when he realized that he could smell something.
Instantly recognizing the sweet smell of pancakes and bacon, he laughed.
He laughed all the way to the refrigerator where he found the neatly handwritten note that was stuck there for him to read.
_origamically awoke with an arm around him.
He blinked blearily and in an instant, the memories from the night before flooded his mind. There were warm lips against his neck and the arm around him tightened to bring him closer just a little more as his bed partner shifted in his sleep.
Carefully, he removed the arm and slid out of the bed, sparing the real stophavingfun a kiss to the forehead. And a sigh. He didn't understand why he had to fall asleep in all his clothes.
Whatever, he was going to go make breakfast for him.
The real _origamically would see the real stophavingfun again.
He still wanted to be courted properly, after all. ♥
His life was officially fanfiction. Yuri really didn't know who was trolling who anymore. _origamically was damn good.
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