BV9: A Sheep in Wolves' Clothing
Original Prompt: Because Ivan has been such a good boy, Yuri decides to do something nice and let Ivan choose what to do for their next sexy fun times. Not wanting to miss this opportunity, Ivan appears in his hero costume and, much to Yuri's amusement, brought along a cheap and somewhat inacurate internet-bought Lunatic costume.
Note: Happy Halloween! I swear I didn't intentionally save this prompt for Halloween. Just worked out to be a nice coincidence. Enjoy!
Yuri had spoken some fatal words without even being aware of it.
He was impressed that their relationship had stayed so... interesting. Before, Yuri didn't even think it was possible to be with someone for longer than a day or two without tiring of them but Ivan was different. Months felt like they had passed in an instant with Ivan. Every time was made interesting by Ivan's curiosity and willingness to try new things. Even things that Yuri thought were getting old became new when it was with Ivan.
But he knew that 'new' couldn't last forever. While Ivan had been mysteriously maintaining that virginal air about him, Yuri still feared the inevitable day when his experience would really start to show. (As much as he wanted to believe that the 'inevitable' wasn't as inevitable as it would logically seem.) He decided that there was one conclusion he had to come to.
It was time to let Ivan decide what to do.
It sounded like dropping Ivan into the middle of a foreign situation. There were a lot of sexual scenarios he had taken to like a fish in water when Yuri left him to it, but this would be like removing the water entirely.
He thought he could say this would be like a very early Christmas present. That way he would have an excuse to relinquish some of his control and he could see how Ivan would feel about it at the same time. Little did he know, Ivan was a very creative person and it was that creativity that was going to get him into an interesting situation.
Come to think of it, he didn't know what he was expecting in the first place. He brought it up very casually as he was cleaning up one night; said with the same voice he would ask Ivan what he wanted for dinner with.
“Next time, you can choose what we do.”
That was anything. It was a Pandora's box of endless choices. Maybe he had been expecting Ivan to look surprised or even overwhelmed. The reaction farthest from what he expected was excited and that was what he got. Well, at first Ivan seemed thoughtful. It was one of those slow motion moments where he first had to register what was being said to him, processed it, then apparently he arrived at Excited after those few short mentalexercises.
“I have a great idea!”
It was cute in a way. At that point, Yuri still didn't know what to expect from him on their next time. All he knew was that Ivan seemed pretty enthusiastic about whatever the idea was. As well as they got along in bed, Yuri was aware that many of their other interests still diverged, though. A lot of it was okay. Anime? He could watch it with him. Japanese food? It wasn't anything he objected to.
If he tried to transform into a twenty-foot monster with tentacles, he was going to have a problem, though.
He was giving Ivan about a week to plan whatever he was planning. That was fine because he had work to do; work that had been getting ignored for a while as he tried to balance his day job with being an internet troll and maintaining his relationship with the forum's most prolific fanfic writer. He didn't want to think that Lunatic's purpose had been shoved into the closet along with the costume.
At least it hadn't made it all the way to the back of the closet yet. Then he really would have started to worry or consider retiring or something. It was bad enough how surprised the heroes seemed to see him 'back again' as if he had ever really stopped or went away. He tried to look on the bright side and took it to mean that they missed him.
It was also very fortunate that he didn't see Ivan among them. Either he was avoiding him for some reason or he was still at home working hard on this decision-turned-project. He didn't divulge many details about it, but he promised him a number of times that he would 'be a fan of it' - whatever that meant.
Apparently it was a poorly executed pun.
There were a few days where Ivan just didn't come over. He was online, but was away for a lot of the time and Yuri started to feel... Neglected? Lonely? Perhaps it was just the latter or a little bit of both, but he knew that it was interfering with what he really should have been doing. Instead of exacting justice, he wasted away far too much time staring at his computer screen listlessly waiting for Ivan to come back and give him more clues.
He was curious to find out what it was, but even more anxious to do whatever it was, even if he didn't know what it was he was wishing for.
Ivan showed up a few days later. Yuri should have noticed the significance of the date, but was instantly told the second that Ivan walked into the house and cheerfully wished him a Happy Halloween!
That gave two possibilities for Ivan's visit. He was holding a backpack, which either meant that he came prepared with his own candy and movies, or that was a bag of supplies for their 'festivities'. He really didn't mind if it was just a bag of treats. (The innocent kind, that is.) He wasn't afraid to admit that the prospect of lounging on the couch with Ivan laying on top of him sounded like a pleasant evening.
“I... tried to work on this myself first, but... Well, I should just show you.”
That was Ivan's first real indication of what the plan had been and Yuri's thoughts began lining up the possibilities for what were inside the bag. Not that long ago, he'd brought over his own bag with things for Ivan to try on and now, the fact that it was Halloween was starting to feel very relevant to where this was headed.
Ivan grabbed his wrist and pulled him over to the living room. He had him sit down and then he ran off with his bag to the bathroom, presumably to change. Yuri wasn't going to be surprised if he emerged in a new and improved version of the costume he had of his MMO character. Waiting for him was taking a while, but he let Ivan take his time. Whatever he was doing in there was probably worth the effort anyway. No need to rush him.
He pictured him strolling out in a witch costume with a cute hat and a short, frilly skirt. That seemed like the kind of costume he would like to surprise him with. Yuri wouldn't say no. He really enjoyed Ivan's thighs, after all. Dare he say, he thought they were his best feature.
He also wouldn't mind a cute black cat outfit. He imagined how much fun it would be to bend him over his lap and hold his tail while he spanked his spandex-covered ass.
Reality was a lot more modest than he had imagined, though. On one hand, that meant that Ivan wasn't predictable, but then...
“Origami Cyclone?” he asked. The fact that Origami Cyclone had just come out of his bathroom was the only thing his mind could think and it was one of the most confusing things... He just didn't know what to say. What did this have to do with Ivan's plans? Was this just for Halloween? Where were his thighs?
“It is a visage you should be most familiar with, de gozaru!” Ivan (Origami Cyclone, rather) said, striking a classic ninja-like pose. He dropped the act to continue, holding up the backpack in his hands. “I have a costume for you, too. I thought we could... um... You know, like that time in the Buckstars, except with the costumes on.”
“Roleplaying?” Yuri asked, resting his weight on an elbow against the arm of the couch.
Ivan nodded wordlessly. Yuri lamented that he couldn't see Ivan's face from beneath the mask, but he knew he had to be doing some intense blushing and lip-biting. Roleplaying on its own sounded like something too embarrassing that Yuri wasn't sure he ever wanted to engage in, but then there was that time at the coffee place, so Ivan had a good argument with that. Saying what he wanted to do to Origami Cyclone (...What 'Lunatic' wanted to do to him) was exciting for sure.
He sighed as he stood and caught the way his sigh made Ivan's shoulders slump. He brightened up immediately when Yuri leaned down and took the backpack from his hand, though.
He took a peek inside the bag and looked back up to Ivan who now stood a little taller than him with his unusual geta on. “Is this a Lunatic costume?” he asked, trying to keep a chuckle from reaching his voice.
“I... Like I said, I tried to make it myself first, but it didn't work out so I uh... I bought one instead. I hope it's alright.”
How bad could it be? He nodded and headed off down the hall to check it out for himself. If there was a hobby Yuri tried to keep quiet about, it was sewing and costume-making. He hadn't done it in a while, but there was something sort of fun about putting on his own Lunatic suit. It wasn't his real costume, but he felt sort of excited to be trying on what Ivan had gotten for him.
Until he locked the door and pulled it out of the bag.
Compared to Ivan's Origami Cyclone suit and especially compared to his own real Lunatic costume, this thing looked extremely cheap - sweatshop cheat, as if it had been reproduced as a...
Oh Lord, he thought, bracing himself agains the sink momentarily as he felt a headache coming on.
Lunatic was a Halloween costume now. This was definitely an adult size he was holding, but he had no doubts that there were children all over the city running around pretending to 'vanquish evil in the name of justice' as they went door to door for candy. There were probably dozens of little Origamis and Tigers all over trying to grab their candy bags, too.
The material felt like the kind one would normally encounter at a discount costume store. It was made for one night of wear. It was the type that would see holes in it within a week or less, the kind that suffered when being put through a sewing machine.
Yuri stripped and started to put it on just to see how far he could stretch the arms and legs before the seams started to fall apart.
He got it all on without it unraveling, but he still didn't approve of what he saw when he looked in the mirror. It was all too... tight. The pants clung to his ass and his thighs and if the top wasn't along enough to hide some of that, he would have been even more tempted to take it off and throw it out the window.
The pattern on the cloak was definitely wrong. It wasn't like he had a copyright out on his image, so whoever made it was probably just lacking a decent reference photo. Or maybe it was too complicated for sweatshop workers to sew. He considered his own face in the mirror for a moment combined with what he was wearing and decided that it made him feel like someone pretending to be Lunatic. Which was a really weird feeling, considering.
The more he stared, the more he got sick of looking at his own face. He reached back into the backpack and pulled out the last item, the mask. It was really only half of a mask without anything in the back to hide his hair. It was just a flimsy plastic thing. There was even a crack in the edge of it already, too. He knew that if he tested it too much, the crack would go straight across the middle of it and break it in half.
He picked at the crack for a moment idly and then put it over his face.
And then it fell off.
The elastic string around it was way too long to be meant for any real person's head. Maybe they were trying to be “one size fits all” about it, but this was just excessive. He gathered some of the excess string in the middle and tied it together to make it shorter and then kept adjusting until it fit more snugly against his head.
He looked and felt ridiculous and the pants were bunching up around his boxer shorts in places.
He sort of considered taking off the underwear just to make it fit better, but that meant making them look even more obscene so he dashed the thought as soon as it occurred. He wanted to keep at least some of his dignity intact with this costume.
When he came out of the bathroom, he walked stiffly to the living room, tugging on the back of the pants constantly on his way there to try to make them lay flatter over his underwear. Ivan's surprised, gleeful “Ohhhh!” as he entered the room brought his attention back and made him pause where he stood.
“It doesn't look so bad!”
Compared to what? Yuri wondered. Ivan probably had an idea of how it would look on him, so he was glad that he was exceeding someone's expectations, but it still made him feel ridiculous. It would be rude to ask how much the thing cost, but he really wished he could find a polite way of saying that it was terrible. It made him want to run off to the basement to put on his real suit, but that would just look... suspicious.
Unless Ivan would believe that he secretly did cosplay in his free time. Given the strange things that had happened to them before (like meeting in Fancy Sailor, for instance) it probably wouldn't seem so unbelievable.
“D-Does it make you feel like Lunatic?” Ivan asked, trotting over to him in his geta to touch the edge of his cloak.
There was an obvious answer to this. “No. Not really. It's a little...” He didn't want to be too honest and say that it was cheaply made, so he rolled his eyes under the mask and said instead, “tight. I think his costume is made out of a looser material. And this mask lets you see my hair so it's like it's giving away my identity.”
“That's true,” Ivan sighed. “Not many guys have hair like yours.” Yuri was sure that Ivan couldn't feel anything with his hands inside those metal gloves, but he still reached up and ran his heavy fingers through his ponytail with surprising gentleness.
At this rate, Origami Cyclone was going to be the one to seduce him. Yuri jerked out of his hold and paced around him to the middle of the living room, nervously running his hands over the front of the costume in the itchy gloves it came with.
“So how did you plan for this to go?” he asked. It didn't come out as the most graceful-sounding sentence but it was all he could manage while his thoughts were still stuck on the way those gloves felt against the back of his head. Shaking his head to get his thoughts untangled, he tried to explain further. “Did you think the living room was a good place for roleplay? If you really want this to be like the real thing, we'd have to... meet on top of a building somewhere, I believe.”
Apparently he was underestimating Ivan's creativity again because he was shaking his head like he knew Yuri would ask. “What about the roof?”
“...My roof? Here?”
“Or the basement. You can tie me up and pretend that I'm your hostage.”
Despite having already done something like that, it did sound a lot different if Ivan was going to be in his costume. It was just the 'pretending' part that didn't appeal too much to Yuri. Writing about it and watching Ivan's reactions had been good, but he didn't know if he would like it if it wasn't real...
On second thought...
He turned back to Ivan in his Origami Cyclone costume and reconsidered the situation. This was actually as real as it could get. Despite this cheap, fake Lunatic costume, he was the real Lunatic and this was the real Origami Cyclone. He was a willing hostage of his, whether he realized it or not. This Lunatic mask was fake, but the real thing was still underneath it.
And he knew how much fun this would be now. As long as he kept his fire at bay, he could let him be as much like himself as he wanted. He didn't have to hold back at all.
He approached Ivan slowly, holding his hands behind his back innocently.
“My...” he said softly, voice as sweet and thick as honey. “Hostage? I already have you here, don't I? You came here all on your own.” He lifted his hands and ran them slowly over the sides of Ivan's mask, admiring its craftsmanship up close.
He could hear Ivan's breath stutter and he took a step back, somehow staying balanced in his ridiculously tall shoes, even on the carpeted floor. “I did? I don't remember agreeing to follow a villain like you b-back to your own home.”
“You're thinking too hard,” Yuri explained gently, continuing to stroke one side of his face. “It's been a process over time whether you realized it or not. I know you realize that I'm not your real enemy.”
Ivan shook his head furiously and swatted his hand away. “I won't be fooled by your evil ways, you... you trickster!”
Ivan was just acting, but his persistence to deny him was irritating. Yuri was a little frightened by his own instinctual response to it, as his hand whipped back on its own accord and his fingers curled around Ivan's neck. He still had enough hold on his own emotions to not let his flames get out of control, but he warmed the center of his palm just enough to freak him out.
Halloween was a good time to do some scaring and it seemed to be working on his little hero friend. His knees wobbled and his shoulders hunched as he tilted his head away as if he was wondering about the source of the heat.
Yuri renewed his grip around his neck and brought Ivan's attention back to him competely. He was thankful for the soft spot around his neck and wondered to himself why Ivan didn't do more to protect one of the most vulnerable parts of his body. Every other part of him seemed pretty well-armored. Holding him there must have been making him realize that.
“Follow me,” he said, placing the fingertips of his other hand beneath his chin.
He didn't have to say more. Even if Ivan wanted to continue the 'story' of this sudden encounter to give it a logical explanation for occuring, he wanted to see the climax of it just as much as Yuri did. It might have felt odd to Ivan to be 'in Lunatic's living room' for the beginning of this adventure, but he just didn't realize yet that he was standing in the real Lunatic's living room. Not that that made it any less silly...
The basement felt much more sinister, at least. He unlocked the door and pushed Ivan in front of him through the doorway into the pitch-black darkness. There were some stairs there, so he still kept a hand on his shoulder just in case he tripped on accident and went flying - especially in those shoes. He was still amazed that he got anything done in those things. At least he had chosen to leave the worthless giant shuriken thing at home.
The door was closed behind him and he crept around Ivan , leaving him stranded by himself close to the entrance. He hadn't gone as far as to lock the door, but he imagined that it was still very disorienting to be stuck in the dark like that. Unfortunately for him, he didn't have the benefit of his real mask's night vision capabilities, so he had to make do with navigating the basement by memory, feeling along the walls to judge how far he was from what he wanted to get.
The front of his shoe bumped into something that made a scraping, clanging kind of sound and he knew he had arrived at what he wanted. Kneeling down, he felt along the item to be sure and then picked it up in his hands.
“Wh-what are you going to do?” Ivan asked innocently. “What is this place?”
Ivan could probably hear him approaching with the chains in his hands, but by the distance of his voice, it sounded like he hadn't moved one step from where he had been left. He jerked when Yuri grabbed his wrists from behind, probably not expecting to feel him coming up from behind him again like that. He opened the cuffs and buckled one around each hand to keep Ivan's hands behind himself. Luckily, they were adjustable, otherwise he worried that they wouldn't have been able to fit over the layers of metal and other materials covering Ivan's arms.
“Do you feel warm down here?” he asked, breathing close to his ear. Standing on one of the steps returned him to the same height he usually had over Ivan. “Can you see at all?” he asked.
“A-actually... I can see some stuff. You know, it's night vision so I can sort of see some things outlined in green, but-” He didn't want Ivan to go any further with that. The mask was coming off right now and he couldn't do anything about it. “Wh-what are you-?!”
He found where the mask would release in the back and slid his fingers underneath the open it. The touch of his hands, warm at the back of Ivan's neck made him shiver when his skin was revealed to the cold air of the basement dungeon.
“Now I really can't see...” he said warily. “B-but that means you can't see my face either.”
Oh, how much he wanted to shock him by lighting a flame to illuminate the room. There wasn't anything as pleasing as using his powers creatively like that. He promised himself that he wouldn't, though. Yes, this was a situation that was as real as it got - but he was still just playing a part. He was playing himself, he had to remember. He didn't want to spoil anything before it was the right time to reveal himself.
...If it would ever be the right time.
He pushed him forward and heard Ivan land hard down on his knees. He yelled in pain upon the impact. Yuri lifted a knee and crushed the heel of one of his boots into the spot between Ivan's shoulder blades to keep him down. It was cruel of him and the pain Ivan was feeling was likely not the good kind, but at that moment, he just... It was cruel of Ivan to ask this of him.
It wasn't really his fault, though. He didn't want to hurt Ivan for the way the circumstances were hurting him. This was supposed to be a night of fun, wasn't it? He wanted to give Ivan treats, not tricks. Well - not the bad kind, at least.
Leaning down, he put his arms under Ivan and... My, the weight of the Origami suit was a lot greater than he expected it to be. Did that fall even really hurt with all of that padding or was he just acting again?
Huffing, he kicked Ivan in the side and noticed that it made more of an impression on his own foot, leaving his toes tingling like he'd just kicked a car's bumper. “This thing's hard as hell. You didn't really feel any of that, did you?” he asked spitefully.
Ivan laughed lightly, nervously, and rolled over onto his back. “Yeah, it's... it's a tough suit. You'd have to kick a lot harder than that for me to really feel it. S-sorry.”
Yuri wasn't sure why he was apologizing for that. Maybe he wanted to feel some pain just as much as Yuri wanted to give it to him. He got back down and rolled Ivan back over onto his stomach and grabbed onto the middle of the chains where his hands were bridged and lifted. Like that, he dragged him across the room with him, having to put some muscle into it to get him to move.
The uncomfortable whines that emitted from Ivan's mouth as he dragged him told him that he was for sure unable to escape from the strain put on his pulled arms. Yuri wet his lips as he approached the table that he knew he would come to in the middle of the room, thinking of the way Ivan probably looked with his arms stretched awkwardly above his back.
When he released him, Ivan sunk to the floor like a ton of bricks, just the way the suit felt, and stayed there with his face pressed into the ground.
“Get yourself up onto the table,” he ordered, running his hand along the metal edge of it. “I want to get a better look at the face of Origami Cyclone.”
Ivan obeyed to the best of his current ability, laying himself down across the table face-first and wiggling his way forward until he got his legs to follow him up. Yuri helped him with the rest, rolling him over with slight difficulty until he had him on his back. The chains were still trapped under him, though, and Ivan groaned as they dug too closely into his wrists.
“Good,” he purred. The next second, he flicked on the overhead bulb and flooded the dark basement with its light. Ivan closed his eyes, instantly blinded by it and swiveled his head to the side, trying to keep it from reaching his eyes. “Who knew that the one beneath the mask was so-”
“You've seen my face before,” Ivan said as if he were correcting him. Why was he correcting him? “Remember? There was that time when we were like, in an abandoned building or something. You took off my mask then...” He tilted his face back toward him and opened his eyes a fraction to look at him. “I thought we were establishing a timeline. N-no?”
Yuri suppressed a sigh and tilted the lamp away from his face slightly. “I didn't know this was a continuation of what we did all the way back at the coffee place. It's been a while so it's not like I even remember all of what happened that time anyway.” He was kind of lying. He remembered all of it and reread it once or twice just for the heck of it.
“Ah,” Ivan pouted, sounding a bit disappointed. “Okay, sorry. I'll try to act like that part of the story didn't happen then.”
Yuri furrowed his brows under his mask and let out the sigh that he had been holding in. “Right, do that please. In the meantime...” He left the table momentarily and paced around looking for something else that could move along their story as if the answer would be laying there on the floor for him.
“Where'd you put my mask?” Ivan asked.
“Over there,” Yuri said, pointing off to some vague place near the door or somewhere. A nervous habit, he lifted his hands to run his fingers through his hair but encountered the plastic of the mask against his fingertips instead. Frustrated, he threw off the flimsy thing and shook his hair free. He could already tell what horrible things it had probably done to his face, feeling sweat speckling his brow. He touched it gingerly and checked his fingers, just in case...
“Y-you have the bravery to show thy face b-before thee?” he heard Ivan stutter out behind him. He turned around and quirked an eyebrow, then chuckled at the ernest look on Ivan's face. He was also pretty sure that Ivan had just used 'thee' wrong, but he wasn't going to bother trying to figure it out right now. The important thing here was the way that chains and poor lighting seemed to turn him on inadvertantly.
Ivan wiggled his hips, barely able to move an inch now that he was stuck in the middle of the table. If he tried to get down, he'd have to roll himself off and would probably fall right on his face. The thought was at the same time pitiful and very adorable to Yuri, so he took some pity on him and silkily strode back to his prone form.
“What do you think of the face you see?” he asked, stroking Ivan's hair out of his eyes as he watched him take in his face. “What kind of person were you expecting to see?”
The unexpected happened. Ivan's breath caught and he blinked rapidly as if to ward away unwanted tears. “S-sorry,” he mumbled. “I just thought...” He laughed nervously, shook his head, and then looked back up at him. “It's just, in this crappy light, th-that outfit looks like it could be the real thing.
What are you thinking? he wanted to ask, knowing the kind of answer he would get. But he didn't want the obvious answer. He wanted to know why such a thought seemed to have a home in his head now. Was this an expected scenario now?
He bent and captured Ivan's lips with his own, feeling like that was the best response at the moment. When he pulled away, he held his eyes and asked with a slight tilt of his lips, “Should I have left the mask on?”
“I-I don't know... Something like this would really change the story.”
“It would, wouldn't it. Well then,” he said, stepping back a few to retrieve the mask. “Pretend you didn't see that. That part didn't happen. The mask was just tugging on my hair and it was annoying me.”
Ivan laughed and nodded. “This outfit is more restricting than I thought, by the way. I don't know what you're going to do about the, uh, pants or whatever you want to call them. Everything's kind of attached down there...”
“Hmm...” He traced his hands over Ivan's flanks, searching for any clasps, finding none. He continued lower to his hips, looking for what could have been a fastening to hold the 'pants' to the belt-like obstruction at his middle that kept him from the important parts of him. “I hope you haven't gotten too excited yet because I'm starting to think I won't be getting these off myself.”
Well that was... a real fun-killer. Nothing like not being able to even remove your lover's pants to take you straight out of a roleplay fantasy.
“You're right,” Ivan conceded sadly. “I probably should have thought this part through a little further first. I thought it might be a good idea because of Halloween, but maybe I should have just come over as a sexy witch or a cat or something instead.”
Yuri didn't want to break his heart by telling him that he would have preferred that. Right now, he just wanted to know how Ivan got himself out of this thing - or put it on, for that matter.
“If you're wondering, there's a thing I usually step into and it just slips the outfit on for me. It makes it a lot easier than doing it myself.” Oh. Well that certainly explained that in the most fairytale-ish way possible. “But I know how to take it off by myself. It's um... I'm not very graceful at it, though.”
“Show me how it's done then,” he said. “I'll undo your hands if you'll strip for me. But you had best not try anything else.” It was hard to keep a straight face with the plastic mask on as he said such erotic things. (To anyone else he may have looked and sounded like some type of horrible sexual pevert.) Fortunately, Ivan couldn't see his face and he took the command totally seriously. He rolled him over with a huff and quickly slid the straps out of the buckles on each wrist to free him.
Once he could feel his hands again, Ivan sat himself up the rest of the way on his knees.
Yuri pointed to the wall in front of the table, then used his other hand to tilt the lamp in its direction, casting a spotlight onto it. “Stand there where I can see you. I want to be able to memorize every detail of how this suit of yours works. Show me everything.”
Putting his palm on Ivan's back, he pushed him forward until he climbed clumsily off the edge of the table. As soon as he was off, Yuri hopped up and seated himself on the edge of it, letting his legs hang off the side.
Ivan timidly neared the wall and turned around when he got far enough. That innocent nervousness and hesitance that Yuri found so delightful was present in full as Ivan shifted his weight from one geta to the other and rubbed his hands over his costume-clad forearms. “I-I guess I don't have any other choice do I...” he mumbled quietly. The way he brought his thighs together left no question that he was growing hard underneath the costume.
There were buttons on the shoulders that Yuri hadn't recognized as buttons before, but when Ivan pressed down into them firmly, they seemed completely obvious. There was a hiss and a creaking metal noise and the shoulders and sleeves separated from the rest and expanded in a way that made it easy for Ivan to slide them right off his arms. He turned around and made sure to show him the hinges on the backside. Instead of buttons, they were like clips that worked in a similar way. Once they were thrown, the torso piece separated at the middle on either side under his arms and the two halves fell to the floor with a clatter.
“Turn around,” he instructed. His ears were red and he wanted to see the rest of his embarrassed face. Sometime, Yuri promised himself that he would remember to bring a camera. Ivan looking like this was worth always having to remember. When Ivan turned around to face him, he looked just the way Yuri expected; arms crossed in front of himself, knees pressing together anxiously, his eyes skittishly traveling to each corner of the room.
“Without your suit, you're just a boy, aren't you?” he asked, swinging a leg back and forth as his own anxiousness and arousal grew. “What would you do without your suit? What will you be capable of doing now that I'm making you strip yourself of your own protection?”
“I...” His hands had moved unconsciously to his waist where it looked to Yuri like he was itching to pull the release to remove what held him back from satisfying himself.
“You would do whatever I told you to do, wouldn't you? Because compared to my power, yours would be absolutely worthless right now. If I left you here without the light, you wouldn't even be able to find your way out.” Seeing the way his words were beginning to break into Ivan's mind, he decided to deliver the conclusion. “Take them off. Then I'll decide what to do with you.”
Not having to be told further, Ivan unbuckled the heavy belt that hung around his waist and placed it next to the rest of his items. He kicked them over to the side with his shoes to get them out of his way and then removed the shoes themselves while he was at it. It seemed like he couldn't get the things off him fast enough, anxiously pulling at the clasps that remained to slide the pants down his thighs.
Meanwhile, Yuri was memorizing every minute detail of his suit, along with admiring the body that was revealed as it fell away. Should a situation like this come to be the 'true end' for them, he wanted to know how he was to remove the suit himself. So wrapped up in what he saw, it took him a moment to even realize that he had already placed a hand between his thighs to idly stroke himself through the front of the costume's pants.
He had the briefest concern about the pants not being sanitary, but he shook the frivolous thought from his mind quickly as he saw Ivan remove the last bit to the pile he had created.
“Wh-what now?” he asked, blushing hotly from ear to ear.
“Isn't it obvious?” he asked. Although, perhaps it wasn't... Or perhaps Ivan just wanted to hear him say it to him. He knew that he liked to be ordered and took pride in receiving orders well, so Yuri obliged him. “I want you to touch yourself while I watch. Try to keep yourself standing, too. Remember, I have to be able to see everything.”
You would think he was forcing him to do something he hadn't been expecting with the way he continued to breathe hard and look so flustered. His cock was completely hard, though, giving away how turned on he really was by the idea of someone watching.
“Standing will be... a little difficult.”
“Do it,” he said. “Brace yourself against the wall if you have to, but I want to see your cock in your hand and I want to see you come.”
Ivan nodded, whimpering as he took himself into his hand. His thighs were twitching and there was a light sheen of sweat glistening over his brow that may have been because of the light shining on him. Yuri imagined that if he had his camera with him, this lighting would have made this scenario look like something straight out of one of those slutty celebrity sex tape videos. In a way, it would be like that, except a hero version, which, considering their status online and in the newspaper, would be very similar.
But he would never let go of something like that. If he filmed Ivan or took pictures of him looking fucked-out and covered in his cum, he'd be keeping those to himself. That would never leave his memory stick.
He eased down the waistband of his pants and put his palm against his cock, feeling just how hard he had gotten from watching him and thinking about the possibilities. Ivan was still trying to keep himself upright as he stroked his hand over himself, now squirming against the wall to stay up. His legs were shaking harder now, the cold air of the room doing nothing to bother his arousal, but possibly taking a toll on his toes. Yuri watched his throat work as he swallowed and breathed deeply, his hand moving swiftly over his cock with the aid of ample amounts of his own precum.
“Good boy,” he praised, just to see how it would effect him. It did more than he expected.
Ivan covered his mouth with one hand and sunk to his knees as he came hard into his fist. Yuri could see the way it spattered against his stomach with each pulse, but his hand and knees were still obscuring most of the precious view.
When it seemed that Ivan had calmed down enough to be able to listen, he spoke. “You ruined my view,” he said. Though admittedly, seeing him so desperate to come like that had made him quickly edge embarrassingly close to almost coming as well. “What do you plan to do to make up for it?”
Was that even in-character anymore? He wasn't sure, but Ivan seemed to care not. There was a determined look in his eyes now as he pulled himself unsteadily back to his feet and came back to where he was seated on the edge of the table. He dropped back weakly to his knees right there in front of him and looked up at him with a look that could only be described as both sated and hungry at the same time.
He took his cock into his hands and licked his lips, the only hint Yuri was given to what he intended to do before he dipped his head and took him into his mouth. He had to raise himself up a little more to get get his height level with the table but he managed well, able to keep his cock comfortably in his mouth without falling back down. His tongue slid smoothly along him and he sucked hard as if there were nothing he wanted more.
“Whoa,” he said, trying to ease Ivan back a little as he ran a hand through his hair. “No need to over-exert yourself.”
Ivan sighed, pulling back momentarily. He gave him that face and dove right back down to take his cock completely in his mouth as if that were his answer. There was no exerting. He'd already been wiped out and now this was just what he wanted.
Watching Ivan obediently, hungrily devouring him was too much. There was spit rolling down his chin as his head bobbed as he worked his tongue around him and sucked and swallowed with wet, messy noises.
Part of him almost forgot he was wearing the hideous, tacky mask until his hard breathing made it impossible not to notice with the way it heated up and dampened his face. He lifted it enough to uncover his mouth to make it easier to breath and tightened his grip in Ivan's hair. Ivan moaned in response and the resulting vibration against his cock made Yuri tip his head back.
“You're disgusting,” he moaned, feeling along Ivan's jaw to where his lips were wrapped around him. He knew that Ivan was doing this more for himself than anything else, but just the thought of that was enough. He pulled Ivan back by his hair, sliding his cock from his lips. With a couple firm strokes from his own hand, he came across Ivan's face, leaving streaks from cheek to brow.
After that, he felt like falling right back against the table, completely worn out, but he had more dignity left in him than that. He stayed propped up on one hand and removed the shoddy cloak over his shirt to clean up Ivan's face.
Ivan sighed as he wiped at his cheeks, seeming as happy as could be.
“You had a pretty good idea,” he said. “It wasn't perfect, but you did well.” He considered what happened a moment ago and corrected himself. “You did very well.”
After he stood back up on his feet, Ivan grabbed the lamp and tilted it toward the doorway where he located his mask. “Ah, I'll be needing that,” he said, walking over to it to pick it up, still entirely naked. As as Yuri feared, he put it on without anything else on and strode back over to his pile of armor. Never would Yuri be able to forget the image of Ivan wearing nothing but the Origami Cyclone mask. He did it so casually, too...
“What are you putting those things back on for?” Yuri asked. He had rather hoped that they could go do that other plan he had in mind of Ivan laying on top of him while they watched a Halloween movie. He had other clothes as well. Regular, street clothes. Was there a part two of this adventure?
“We're going trick-or-treating,” he said, sounding like a little kid. “I can't believe I've never done it before in this thing. It's the best costume ever. People will think I'm really Origami Cyclone!”
“You are Origami Cyclone,” Yuri said, narrowing his eyebrows. “Look, I'm not sure if you've noticed, but I'm well past the age of trick-or-treatin-”
“It's fine, it's fine! As long as you keep the mask on, nobody will know! And besides, your costume might help play down the realisticness of my costume.” Having pulled on the pants and geta, he clopped back over to where he was still sitting on the table and leaned down to kiss the part of his mouth that was still exposed, then fixed the mask back into place. “I-I know you don't owe it to me or anything, but I think it would be really fun just... just to w-walk around with you wearing these...”
That was possibly the most innocent thing he had ever requested of him; to walk together on Halloween night dressed as his favorite hero and anti-hero.
Yuri put a hand down on his shoulder. Ivan seemed surprised or possibly disappointed until Yuri used that shoulder as leverage to get himself off the table, then fixed himself back into his pants when he stood.
“Alright,” he sighed, going back over to the stairs. “I'll help you put on the rest in the living room.”
INDEX
Note: Happy Halloween! I swear I didn't intentionally save this prompt for Halloween. Just worked out to be a nice coincidence. Enjoy!
Yuri had spoken some fatal words without even being aware of it.
He was impressed that their relationship had stayed so... interesting. Before, Yuri didn't even think it was possible to be with someone for longer than a day or two without tiring of them but Ivan was different. Months felt like they had passed in an instant with Ivan. Every time was made interesting by Ivan's curiosity and willingness to try new things. Even things that Yuri thought were getting old became new when it was with Ivan.
But he knew that 'new' couldn't last forever. While Ivan had been mysteriously maintaining that virginal air about him, Yuri still feared the inevitable day when his experience would really start to show. (As much as he wanted to believe that the 'inevitable' wasn't as inevitable as it would logically seem.) He decided that there was one conclusion he had to come to.
It was time to let Ivan decide what to do.
It sounded like dropping Ivan into the middle of a foreign situation. There were a lot of sexual scenarios he had taken to like a fish in water when Yuri left him to it, but this would be like removing the water entirely.
He thought he could say this would be like a very early Christmas present. That way he would have an excuse to relinquish some of his control and he could see how Ivan would feel about it at the same time. Little did he know, Ivan was a very creative person and it was that creativity that was going to get him into an interesting situation.
Come to think of it, he didn't know what he was expecting in the first place. He brought it up very casually as he was cleaning up one night; said with the same voice he would ask Ivan what he wanted for dinner with.
“Next time, you can choose what we do.”
That was anything. It was a Pandora's box of endless choices. Maybe he had been expecting Ivan to look surprised or even overwhelmed. The reaction farthest from what he expected was excited and that was what he got. Well, at first Ivan seemed thoughtful. It was one of those slow motion moments where he first had to register what was being said to him, processed it, then apparently he arrived at Excited after those few short mentalexercises.
“I have a great idea!”
It was cute in a way. At that point, Yuri still didn't know what to expect from him on their next time. All he knew was that Ivan seemed pretty enthusiastic about whatever the idea was. As well as they got along in bed, Yuri was aware that many of their other interests still diverged, though. A lot of it was okay. Anime? He could watch it with him. Japanese food? It wasn't anything he objected to.
If he tried to transform into a twenty-foot monster with tentacles, he was going to have a problem, though.
He was giving Ivan about a week to plan whatever he was planning. That was fine because he had work to do; work that had been getting ignored for a while as he tried to balance his day job with being an internet troll and maintaining his relationship with the forum's most prolific fanfic writer. He didn't want to think that Lunatic's purpose had been shoved into the closet along with the costume.
At least it hadn't made it all the way to the back of the closet yet. Then he really would have started to worry or consider retiring or something. It was bad enough how surprised the heroes seemed to see him 'back again' as if he had ever really stopped or went away. He tried to look on the bright side and took it to mean that they missed him.
It was also very fortunate that he didn't see Ivan among them. Either he was avoiding him for some reason or he was still at home working hard on this decision-turned-project. He didn't divulge many details about it, but he promised him a number of times that he would 'be a fan of it' - whatever that meant.
Apparently it was a poorly executed pun.
There were a few days where Ivan just didn't come over. He was online, but was away for a lot of the time and Yuri started to feel... Neglected? Lonely? Perhaps it was just the latter or a little bit of both, but he knew that it was interfering with what he really should have been doing. Instead of exacting justice, he wasted away far too much time staring at his computer screen listlessly waiting for Ivan to come back and give him more clues.
He was curious to find out what it was, but even more anxious to do whatever it was, even if he didn't know what it was he was wishing for.
Ivan showed up a few days later. Yuri should have noticed the significance of the date, but was instantly told the second that Ivan walked into the house and cheerfully wished him a Happy Halloween!
That gave two possibilities for Ivan's visit. He was holding a backpack, which either meant that he came prepared with his own candy and movies, or that was a bag of supplies for their 'festivities'. He really didn't mind if it was just a bag of treats. (The innocent kind, that is.) He wasn't afraid to admit that the prospect of lounging on the couch with Ivan laying on top of him sounded like a pleasant evening.
“I... tried to work on this myself first, but... Well, I should just show you.”
That was Ivan's first real indication of what the plan had been and Yuri's thoughts began lining up the possibilities for what were inside the bag. Not that long ago, he'd brought over his own bag with things for Ivan to try on and now, the fact that it was Halloween was starting to feel very relevant to where this was headed.
Ivan grabbed his wrist and pulled him over to the living room. He had him sit down and then he ran off with his bag to the bathroom, presumably to change. Yuri wasn't going to be surprised if he emerged in a new and improved version of the costume he had of his MMO character. Waiting for him was taking a while, but he let Ivan take his time. Whatever he was doing in there was probably worth the effort anyway. No need to rush him.
He pictured him strolling out in a witch costume with a cute hat and a short, frilly skirt. That seemed like the kind of costume he would like to surprise him with. Yuri wouldn't say no. He really enjoyed Ivan's thighs, after all. Dare he say, he thought they were his best feature.
He also wouldn't mind a cute black cat outfit. He imagined how much fun it would be to bend him over his lap and hold his tail while he spanked his spandex-covered ass.
Reality was a lot more modest than he had imagined, though. On one hand, that meant that Ivan wasn't predictable, but then...
“Origami Cyclone?” he asked. The fact that Origami Cyclone had just come out of his bathroom was the only thing his mind could think and it was one of the most confusing things... He just didn't know what to say. What did this have to do with Ivan's plans? Was this just for Halloween? Where were his thighs?
“It is a visage you should be most familiar with, de gozaru!” Ivan (Origami Cyclone, rather) said, striking a classic ninja-like pose. He dropped the act to continue, holding up the backpack in his hands. “I have a costume for you, too. I thought we could... um... You know, like that time in the Buckstars, except with the costumes on.”
“Roleplaying?” Yuri asked, resting his weight on an elbow against the arm of the couch.
Ivan nodded wordlessly. Yuri lamented that he couldn't see Ivan's face from beneath the mask, but he knew he had to be doing some intense blushing and lip-biting. Roleplaying on its own sounded like something too embarrassing that Yuri wasn't sure he ever wanted to engage in, but then there was that time at the coffee place, so Ivan had a good argument with that. Saying what he wanted to do to Origami Cyclone (...What 'Lunatic' wanted to do to him) was exciting for sure.
He sighed as he stood and caught the way his sigh made Ivan's shoulders slump. He brightened up immediately when Yuri leaned down and took the backpack from his hand, though.
He took a peek inside the bag and looked back up to Ivan who now stood a little taller than him with his unusual geta on. “Is this a Lunatic costume?” he asked, trying to keep a chuckle from reaching his voice.
“I... Like I said, I tried to make it myself first, but it didn't work out so I uh... I bought one instead. I hope it's alright.”
How bad could it be? He nodded and headed off down the hall to check it out for himself. If there was a hobby Yuri tried to keep quiet about, it was sewing and costume-making. He hadn't done it in a while, but there was something sort of fun about putting on his own Lunatic suit. It wasn't his real costume, but he felt sort of excited to be trying on what Ivan had gotten for him.
Until he locked the door and pulled it out of the bag.
Compared to Ivan's Origami Cyclone suit and especially compared to his own real Lunatic costume, this thing looked extremely cheap - sweatshop cheat, as if it had been reproduced as a...
Oh Lord, he thought, bracing himself agains the sink momentarily as he felt a headache coming on.
Lunatic was a Halloween costume now. This was definitely an adult size he was holding, but he had no doubts that there were children all over the city running around pretending to 'vanquish evil in the name of justice' as they went door to door for candy. There were probably dozens of little Origamis and Tigers all over trying to grab their candy bags, too.
The material felt like the kind one would normally encounter at a discount costume store. It was made for one night of wear. It was the type that would see holes in it within a week or less, the kind that suffered when being put through a sewing machine.
Yuri stripped and started to put it on just to see how far he could stretch the arms and legs before the seams started to fall apart.
He got it all on without it unraveling, but he still didn't approve of what he saw when he looked in the mirror. It was all too... tight. The pants clung to his ass and his thighs and if the top wasn't along enough to hide some of that, he would have been even more tempted to take it off and throw it out the window.
The pattern on the cloak was definitely wrong. It wasn't like he had a copyright out on his image, so whoever made it was probably just lacking a decent reference photo. Or maybe it was too complicated for sweatshop workers to sew. He considered his own face in the mirror for a moment combined with what he was wearing and decided that it made him feel like someone pretending to be Lunatic. Which was a really weird feeling, considering.
The more he stared, the more he got sick of looking at his own face. He reached back into the backpack and pulled out the last item, the mask. It was really only half of a mask without anything in the back to hide his hair. It was just a flimsy plastic thing. There was even a crack in the edge of it already, too. He knew that if he tested it too much, the crack would go straight across the middle of it and break it in half.
He picked at the crack for a moment idly and then put it over his face.
And then it fell off.
The elastic string around it was way too long to be meant for any real person's head. Maybe they were trying to be “one size fits all” about it, but this was just excessive. He gathered some of the excess string in the middle and tied it together to make it shorter and then kept adjusting until it fit more snugly against his head.
He looked and felt ridiculous and the pants were bunching up around his boxer shorts in places.
He sort of considered taking off the underwear just to make it fit better, but that meant making them look even more obscene so he dashed the thought as soon as it occurred. He wanted to keep at least some of his dignity intact with this costume.
When he came out of the bathroom, he walked stiffly to the living room, tugging on the back of the pants constantly on his way there to try to make them lay flatter over his underwear. Ivan's surprised, gleeful “Ohhhh!” as he entered the room brought his attention back and made him pause where he stood.
“It doesn't look so bad!”
Compared to what? Yuri wondered. Ivan probably had an idea of how it would look on him, so he was glad that he was exceeding someone's expectations, but it still made him feel ridiculous. It would be rude to ask how much the thing cost, but he really wished he could find a polite way of saying that it was terrible. It made him want to run off to the basement to put on his real suit, but that would just look... suspicious.
Unless Ivan would believe that he secretly did cosplay in his free time. Given the strange things that had happened to them before (like meeting in Fancy Sailor, for instance) it probably wouldn't seem so unbelievable.
“D-Does it make you feel like Lunatic?” Ivan asked, trotting over to him in his geta to touch the edge of his cloak.
There was an obvious answer to this. “No. Not really. It's a little...” He didn't want to be too honest and say that it was cheaply made, so he rolled his eyes under the mask and said instead, “tight. I think his costume is made out of a looser material. And this mask lets you see my hair so it's like it's giving away my identity.”
“That's true,” Ivan sighed. “Not many guys have hair like yours.” Yuri was sure that Ivan couldn't feel anything with his hands inside those metal gloves, but he still reached up and ran his heavy fingers through his ponytail with surprising gentleness.
At this rate, Origami Cyclone was going to be the one to seduce him. Yuri jerked out of his hold and paced around him to the middle of the living room, nervously running his hands over the front of the costume in the itchy gloves it came with.
“So how did you plan for this to go?” he asked. It didn't come out as the most graceful-sounding sentence but it was all he could manage while his thoughts were still stuck on the way those gloves felt against the back of his head. Shaking his head to get his thoughts untangled, he tried to explain further. “Did you think the living room was a good place for roleplay? If you really want this to be like the real thing, we'd have to... meet on top of a building somewhere, I believe.”
Apparently he was underestimating Ivan's creativity again because he was shaking his head like he knew Yuri would ask. “What about the roof?”
“...My roof? Here?”
“Or the basement. You can tie me up and pretend that I'm your hostage.”
Despite having already done something like that, it did sound a lot different if Ivan was going to be in his costume. It was just the 'pretending' part that didn't appeal too much to Yuri. Writing about it and watching Ivan's reactions had been good, but he didn't know if he would like it if it wasn't real...
On second thought...
He turned back to Ivan in his Origami Cyclone costume and reconsidered the situation. This was actually as real as it could get. Despite this cheap, fake Lunatic costume, he was the real Lunatic and this was the real Origami Cyclone. He was a willing hostage of his, whether he realized it or not. This Lunatic mask was fake, but the real thing was still underneath it.
And he knew how much fun this would be now. As long as he kept his fire at bay, he could let him be as much like himself as he wanted. He didn't have to hold back at all.
He approached Ivan slowly, holding his hands behind his back innocently.
“My...” he said softly, voice as sweet and thick as honey. “Hostage? I already have you here, don't I? You came here all on your own.” He lifted his hands and ran them slowly over the sides of Ivan's mask, admiring its craftsmanship up close.
He could hear Ivan's breath stutter and he took a step back, somehow staying balanced in his ridiculously tall shoes, even on the carpeted floor. “I did? I don't remember agreeing to follow a villain like you b-back to your own home.”
“You're thinking too hard,” Yuri explained gently, continuing to stroke one side of his face. “It's been a process over time whether you realized it or not. I know you realize that I'm not your real enemy.”
Ivan shook his head furiously and swatted his hand away. “I won't be fooled by your evil ways, you... you trickster!”
Ivan was just acting, but his persistence to deny him was irritating. Yuri was a little frightened by his own instinctual response to it, as his hand whipped back on its own accord and his fingers curled around Ivan's neck. He still had enough hold on his own emotions to not let his flames get out of control, but he warmed the center of his palm just enough to freak him out.
Halloween was a good time to do some scaring and it seemed to be working on his little hero friend. His knees wobbled and his shoulders hunched as he tilted his head away as if he was wondering about the source of the heat.
Yuri renewed his grip around his neck and brought Ivan's attention back to him competely. He was thankful for the soft spot around his neck and wondered to himself why Ivan didn't do more to protect one of the most vulnerable parts of his body. Every other part of him seemed pretty well-armored. Holding him there must have been making him realize that.
“Follow me,” he said, placing the fingertips of his other hand beneath his chin.
He didn't have to say more. Even if Ivan wanted to continue the 'story' of this sudden encounter to give it a logical explanation for occuring, he wanted to see the climax of it just as much as Yuri did. It might have felt odd to Ivan to be 'in Lunatic's living room' for the beginning of this adventure, but he just didn't realize yet that he was standing in the real Lunatic's living room. Not that that made it any less silly...
The basement felt much more sinister, at least. He unlocked the door and pushed Ivan in front of him through the doorway into the pitch-black darkness. There were some stairs there, so he still kept a hand on his shoulder just in case he tripped on accident and went flying - especially in those shoes. He was still amazed that he got anything done in those things. At least he had chosen to leave the worthless giant shuriken thing at home.
The door was closed behind him and he crept around Ivan , leaving him stranded by himself close to the entrance. He hadn't gone as far as to lock the door, but he imagined that it was still very disorienting to be stuck in the dark like that. Unfortunately for him, he didn't have the benefit of his real mask's night vision capabilities, so he had to make do with navigating the basement by memory, feeling along the walls to judge how far he was from what he wanted to get.
The front of his shoe bumped into something that made a scraping, clanging kind of sound and he knew he had arrived at what he wanted. Kneeling down, he felt along the item to be sure and then picked it up in his hands.
“Wh-what are you going to do?” Ivan asked innocently. “What is this place?”
Ivan could probably hear him approaching with the chains in his hands, but by the distance of his voice, it sounded like he hadn't moved one step from where he had been left. He jerked when Yuri grabbed his wrists from behind, probably not expecting to feel him coming up from behind him again like that. He opened the cuffs and buckled one around each hand to keep Ivan's hands behind himself. Luckily, they were adjustable, otherwise he worried that they wouldn't have been able to fit over the layers of metal and other materials covering Ivan's arms.
“Do you feel warm down here?” he asked, breathing close to his ear. Standing on one of the steps returned him to the same height he usually had over Ivan. “Can you see at all?” he asked.
“A-actually... I can see some stuff. You know, it's night vision so I can sort of see some things outlined in green, but-” He didn't want Ivan to go any further with that. The mask was coming off right now and he couldn't do anything about it. “Wh-what are you-?!”
He found where the mask would release in the back and slid his fingers underneath the open it. The touch of his hands, warm at the back of Ivan's neck made him shiver when his skin was revealed to the cold air of the basement dungeon.
“Now I really can't see...” he said warily. “B-but that means you can't see my face either.”
Oh, how much he wanted to shock him by lighting a flame to illuminate the room. There wasn't anything as pleasing as using his powers creatively like that. He promised himself that he wouldn't, though. Yes, this was a situation that was as real as it got - but he was still just playing a part. He was playing himself, he had to remember. He didn't want to spoil anything before it was the right time to reveal himself.
...If it would ever be the right time.
He pushed him forward and heard Ivan land hard down on his knees. He yelled in pain upon the impact. Yuri lifted a knee and crushed the heel of one of his boots into the spot between Ivan's shoulder blades to keep him down. It was cruel of him and the pain Ivan was feeling was likely not the good kind, but at that moment, he just... It was cruel of Ivan to ask this of him.
It wasn't really his fault, though. He didn't want to hurt Ivan for the way the circumstances were hurting him. This was supposed to be a night of fun, wasn't it? He wanted to give Ivan treats, not tricks. Well - not the bad kind, at least.
Leaning down, he put his arms under Ivan and... My, the weight of the Origami suit was a lot greater than he expected it to be. Did that fall even really hurt with all of that padding or was he just acting again?
Huffing, he kicked Ivan in the side and noticed that it made more of an impression on his own foot, leaving his toes tingling like he'd just kicked a car's bumper. “This thing's hard as hell. You didn't really feel any of that, did you?” he asked spitefully.
Ivan laughed lightly, nervously, and rolled over onto his back. “Yeah, it's... it's a tough suit. You'd have to kick a lot harder than that for me to really feel it. S-sorry.”
Yuri wasn't sure why he was apologizing for that. Maybe he wanted to feel some pain just as much as Yuri wanted to give it to him. He got back down and rolled Ivan back over onto his stomach and grabbed onto the middle of the chains where his hands were bridged and lifted. Like that, he dragged him across the room with him, having to put some muscle into it to get him to move.
The uncomfortable whines that emitted from Ivan's mouth as he dragged him told him that he was for sure unable to escape from the strain put on his pulled arms. Yuri wet his lips as he approached the table that he knew he would come to in the middle of the room, thinking of the way Ivan probably looked with his arms stretched awkwardly above his back.
When he released him, Ivan sunk to the floor like a ton of bricks, just the way the suit felt, and stayed there with his face pressed into the ground.
“Get yourself up onto the table,” he ordered, running his hand along the metal edge of it. “I want to get a better look at the face of Origami Cyclone.”
Ivan obeyed to the best of his current ability, laying himself down across the table face-first and wiggling his way forward until he got his legs to follow him up. Yuri helped him with the rest, rolling him over with slight difficulty until he had him on his back. The chains were still trapped under him, though, and Ivan groaned as they dug too closely into his wrists.
“Good,” he purred. The next second, he flicked on the overhead bulb and flooded the dark basement with its light. Ivan closed his eyes, instantly blinded by it and swiveled his head to the side, trying to keep it from reaching his eyes. “Who knew that the one beneath the mask was so-”
“You've seen my face before,” Ivan said as if he were correcting him. Why was he correcting him? “Remember? There was that time when we were like, in an abandoned building or something. You took off my mask then...” He tilted his face back toward him and opened his eyes a fraction to look at him. “I thought we were establishing a timeline. N-no?”
Yuri suppressed a sigh and tilted the lamp away from his face slightly. “I didn't know this was a continuation of what we did all the way back at the coffee place. It's been a while so it's not like I even remember all of what happened that time anyway.” He was kind of lying. He remembered all of it and reread it once or twice just for the heck of it.
“Ah,” Ivan pouted, sounding a bit disappointed. “Okay, sorry. I'll try to act like that part of the story didn't happen then.”
Yuri furrowed his brows under his mask and let out the sigh that he had been holding in. “Right, do that please. In the meantime...” He left the table momentarily and paced around looking for something else that could move along their story as if the answer would be laying there on the floor for him.
“Where'd you put my mask?” Ivan asked.
“Over there,” Yuri said, pointing off to some vague place near the door or somewhere. A nervous habit, he lifted his hands to run his fingers through his hair but encountered the plastic of the mask against his fingertips instead. Frustrated, he threw off the flimsy thing and shook his hair free. He could already tell what horrible things it had probably done to his face, feeling sweat speckling his brow. He touched it gingerly and checked his fingers, just in case...
“Y-you have the bravery to show thy face b-before thee?” he heard Ivan stutter out behind him. He turned around and quirked an eyebrow, then chuckled at the ernest look on Ivan's face. He was also pretty sure that Ivan had just used 'thee' wrong, but he wasn't going to bother trying to figure it out right now. The important thing here was the way that chains and poor lighting seemed to turn him on inadvertantly.
Ivan wiggled his hips, barely able to move an inch now that he was stuck in the middle of the table. If he tried to get down, he'd have to roll himself off and would probably fall right on his face. The thought was at the same time pitiful and very adorable to Yuri, so he took some pity on him and silkily strode back to his prone form.
“What do you think of the face you see?” he asked, stroking Ivan's hair out of his eyes as he watched him take in his face. “What kind of person were you expecting to see?”
The unexpected happened. Ivan's breath caught and he blinked rapidly as if to ward away unwanted tears. “S-sorry,” he mumbled. “I just thought...” He laughed nervously, shook his head, and then looked back up at him. “It's just, in this crappy light, th-that outfit looks like it could be the real thing.
What are you thinking? he wanted to ask, knowing the kind of answer he would get. But he didn't want the obvious answer. He wanted to know why such a thought seemed to have a home in his head now. Was this an expected scenario now?
He bent and captured Ivan's lips with his own, feeling like that was the best response at the moment. When he pulled away, he held his eyes and asked with a slight tilt of his lips, “Should I have left the mask on?”
“I-I don't know... Something like this would really change the story.”
“It would, wouldn't it. Well then,” he said, stepping back a few to retrieve the mask. “Pretend you didn't see that. That part didn't happen. The mask was just tugging on my hair and it was annoying me.”
Ivan laughed and nodded. “This outfit is more restricting than I thought, by the way. I don't know what you're going to do about the, uh, pants or whatever you want to call them. Everything's kind of attached down there...”
“Hmm...” He traced his hands over Ivan's flanks, searching for any clasps, finding none. He continued lower to his hips, looking for what could have been a fastening to hold the 'pants' to the belt-like obstruction at his middle that kept him from the important parts of him. “I hope you haven't gotten too excited yet because I'm starting to think I won't be getting these off myself.”
Well that was... a real fun-killer. Nothing like not being able to even remove your lover's pants to take you straight out of a roleplay fantasy.
“You're right,” Ivan conceded sadly. “I probably should have thought this part through a little further first. I thought it might be a good idea because of Halloween, but maybe I should have just come over as a sexy witch or a cat or something instead.”
Yuri didn't want to break his heart by telling him that he would have preferred that. Right now, he just wanted to know how Ivan got himself out of this thing - or put it on, for that matter.
“If you're wondering, there's a thing I usually step into and it just slips the outfit on for me. It makes it a lot easier than doing it myself.” Oh. Well that certainly explained that in the most fairytale-ish way possible. “But I know how to take it off by myself. It's um... I'm not very graceful at it, though.”
“Show me how it's done then,” he said. “I'll undo your hands if you'll strip for me. But you had best not try anything else.” It was hard to keep a straight face with the plastic mask on as he said such erotic things. (To anyone else he may have looked and sounded like some type of horrible sexual pevert.) Fortunately, Ivan couldn't see his face and he took the command totally seriously. He rolled him over with a huff and quickly slid the straps out of the buckles on each wrist to free him.
Once he could feel his hands again, Ivan sat himself up the rest of the way on his knees.
Yuri pointed to the wall in front of the table, then used his other hand to tilt the lamp in its direction, casting a spotlight onto it. “Stand there where I can see you. I want to be able to memorize every detail of how this suit of yours works. Show me everything.”
Putting his palm on Ivan's back, he pushed him forward until he climbed clumsily off the edge of the table. As soon as he was off, Yuri hopped up and seated himself on the edge of it, letting his legs hang off the side.
Ivan timidly neared the wall and turned around when he got far enough. That innocent nervousness and hesitance that Yuri found so delightful was present in full as Ivan shifted his weight from one geta to the other and rubbed his hands over his costume-clad forearms. “I-I guess I don't have any other choice do I...” he mumbled quietly. The way he brought his thighs together left no question that he was growing hard underneath the costume.
There were buttons on the shoulders that Yuri hadn't recognized as buttons before, but when Ivan pressed down into them firmly, they seemed completely obvious. There was a hiss and a creaking metal noise and the shoulders and sleeves separated from the rest and expanded in a way that made it easy for Ivan to slide them right off his arms. He turned around and made sure to show him the hinges on the backside. Instead of buttons, they were like clips that worked in a similar way. Once they were thrown, the torso piece separated at the middle on either side under his arms and the two halves fell to the floor with a clatter.
“Turn around,” he instructed. His ears were red and he wanted to see the rest of his embarrassed face. Sometime, Yuri promised himself that he would remember to bring a camera. Ivan looking like this was worth always having to remember. When Ivan turned around to face him, he looked just the way Yuri expected; arms crossed in front of himself, knees pressing together anxiously, his eyes skittishly traveling to each corner of the room.
“Without your suit, you're just a boy, aren't you?” he asked, swinging a leg back and forth as his own anxiousness and arousal grew. “What would you do without your suit? What will you be capable of doing now that I'm making you strip yourself of your own protection?”
“I...” His hands had moved unconsciously to his waist where it looked to Yuri like he was itching to pull the release to remove what held him back from satisfying himself.
“You would do whatever I told you to do, wouldn't you? Because compared to my power, yours would be absolutely worthless right now. If I left you here without the light, you wouldn't even be able to find your way out.” Seeing the way his words were beginning to break into Ivan's mind, he decided to deliver the conclusion. “Take them off. Then I'll decide what to do with you.”
Not having to be told further, Ivan unbuckled the heavy belt that hung around his waist and placed it next to the rest of his items. He kicked them over to the side with his shoes to get them out of his way and then removed the shoes themselves while he was at it. It seemed like he couldn't get the things off him fast enough, anxiously pulling at the clasps that remained to slide the pants down his thighs.
Meanwhile, Yuri was memorizing every minute detail of his suit, along with admiring the body that was revealed as it fell away. Should a situation like this come to be the 'true end' for them, he wanted to know how he was to remove the suit himself. So wrapped up in what he saw, it took him a moment to even realize that he had already placed a hand between his thighs to idly stroke himself through the front of the costume's pants.
He had the briefest concern about the pants not being sanitary, but he shook the frivolous thought from his mind quickly as he saw Ivan remove the last bit to the pile he had created.
“Wh-what now?” he asked, blushing hotly from ear to ear.
“Isn't it obvious?” he asked. Although, perhaps it wasn't... Or perhaps Ivan just wanted to hear him say it to him. He knew that he liked to be ordered and took pride in receiving orders well, so Yuri obliged him. “I want you to touch yourself while I watch. Try to keep yourself standing, too. Remember, I have to be able to see everything.”
You would think he was forcing him to do something he hadn't been expecting with the way he continued to breathe hard and look so flustered. His cock was completely hard, though, giving away how turned on he really was by the idea of someone watching.
“Standing will be... a little difficult.”
“Do it,” he said. “Brace yourself against the wall if you have to, but I want to see your cock in your hand and I want to see you come.”
Ivan nodded, whimpering as he took himself into his hand. His thighs were twitching and there was a light sheen of sweat glistening over his brow that may have been because of the light shining on him. Yuri imagined that if he had his camera with him, this lighting would have made this scenario look like something straight out of one of those slutty celebrity sex tape videos. In a way, it would be like that, except a hero version, which, considering their status online and in the newspaper, would be very similar.
But he would never let go of something like that. If he filmed Ivan or took pictures of him looking fucked-out and covered in his cum, he'd be keeping those to himself. That would never leave his memory stick.
He eased down the waistband of his pants and put his palm against his cock, feeling just how hard he had gotten from watching him and thinking about the possibilities. Ivan was still trying to keep himself upright as he stroked his hand over himself, now squirming against the wall to stay up. His legs were shaking harder now, the cold air of the room doing nothing to bother his arousal, but possibly taking a toll on his toes. Yuri watched his throat work as he swallowed and breathed deeply, his hand moving swiftly over his cock with the aid of ample amounts of his own precum.
“Good boy,” he praised, just to see how it would effect him. It did more than he expected.
Ivan covered his mouth with one hand and sunk to his knees as he came hard into his fist. Yuri could see the way it spattered against his stomach with each pulse, but his hand and knees were still obscuring most of the precious view.
When it seemed that Ivan had calmed down enough to be able to listen, he spoke. “You ruined my view,” he said. Though admittedly, seeing him so desperate to come like that had made him quickly edge embarrassingly close to almost coming as well. “What do you plan to do to make up for it?”
Was that even in-character anymore? He wasn't sure, but Ivan seemed to care not. There was a determined look in his eyes now as he pulled himself unsteadily back to his feet and came back to where he was seated on the edge of the table. He dropped back weakly to his knees right there in front of him and looked up at him with a look that could only be described as both sated and hungry at the same time.
He took his cock into his hands and licked his lips, the only hint Yuri was given to what he intended to do before he dipped his head and took him into his mouth. He had to raise himself up a little more to get get his height level with the table but he managed well, able to keep his cock comfortably in his mouth without falling back down. His tongue slid smoothly along him and he sucked hard as if there were nothing he wanted more.
“Whoa,” he said, trying to ease Ivan back a little as he ran a hand through his hair. “No need to over-exert yourself.”
Ivan sighed, pulling back momentarily. He gave him that face and dove right back down to take his cock completely in his mouth as if that were his answer. There was no exerting. He'd already been wiped out and now this was just what he wanted.
Watching Ivan obediently, hungrily devouring him was too much. There was spit rolling down his chin as his head bobbed as he worked his tongue around him and sucked and swallowed with wet, messy noises.
Part of him almost forgot he was wearing the hideous, tacky mask until his hard breathing made it impossible not to notice with the way it heated up and dampened his face. He lifted it enough to uncover his mouth to make it easier to breath and tightened his grip in Ivan's hair. Ivan moaned in response and the resulting vibration against his cock made Yuri tip his head back.
“You're disgusting,” he moaned, feeling along Ivan's jaw to where his lips were wrapped around him. He knew that Ivan was doing this more for himself than anything else, but just the thought of that was enough. He pulled Ivan back by his hair, sliding his cock from his lips. With a couple firm strokes from his own hand, he came across Ivan's face, leaving streaks from cheek to brow.
After that, he felt like falling right back against the table, completely worn out, but he had more dignity left in him than that. He stayed propped up on one hand and removed the shoddy cloak over his shirt to clean up Ivan's face.
Ivan sighed as he wiped at his cheeks, seeming as happy as could be.
“You had a pretty good idea,” he said. “It wasn't perfect, but you did well.” He considered what happened a moment ago and corrected himself. “You did very well.”
After he stood back up on his feet, Ivan grabbed the lamp and tilted it toward the doorway where he located his mask. “Ah, I'll be needing that,” he said, walking over to it to pick it up, still entirely naked. As as Yuri feared, he put it on without anything else on and strode back over to his pile of armor. Never would Yuri be able to forget the image of Ivan wearing nothing but the Origami Cyclone mask. He did it so casually, too...
“What are you putting those things back on for?” Yuri asked. He had rather hoped that they could go do that other plan he had in mind of Ivan laying on top of him while they watched a Halloween movie. He had other clothes as well. Regular, street clothes. Was there a part two of this adventure?
“We're going trick-or-treating,” he said, sounding like a little kid. “I can't believe I've never done it before in this thing. It's the best costume ever. People will think I'm really Origami Cyclone!”
“You are Origami Cyclone,” Yuri said, narrowing his eyebrows. “Look, I'm not sure if you've noticed, but I'm well past the age of trick-or-treatin-”
“It's fine, it's fine! As long as you keep the mask on, nobody will know! And besides, your costume might help play down the realisticness of my costume.” Having pulled on the pants and geta, he clopped back over to where he was still sitting on the table and leaned down to kiss the part of his mouth that was still exposed, then fixed the mask back into place. “I-I know you don't owe it to me or anything, but I think it would be really fun just... just to w-walk around with you wearing these...”
That was possibly the most innocent thing he had ever requested of him; to walk together on Halloween night dressed as his favorite hero and anti-hero.
Yuri put a hand down on his shoulder. Ivan seemed surprised or possibly disappointed until Yuri used that shoulder as leverage to get himself off the table, then fixed himself back into his pants when he stood.
“Alright,” he sighed, going back over to the stairs. “I'll help you put on the rest in the living room.”
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