#1 Crush
Aya contacted me for more psi training and met me in a small hotel room of his choice, glaring at me and daring me to say something lewd about it. I disappointed him by being completely professional. Guy's been in the business for over 10 years now, seeing all kinds of weird and fucked-up shit, and you can still upset him by playing against his expectations. Other than that, he looked happier than the last time I'd seen him, and I got a feeling it wasn't just from losing the perpetual headache.
The room had a small table with two chairs, and he sat at one and head-gestured me to use the other one. At the table, not sitting on the bed. Either he thought I was a desperate pervert or he feared his own reactions. I couldn't tell yet without digging because he had a credible shield up. It figured that he'd be able to pick up shielding quickly and well. Nothing I couldn't break through, but I'm a sun to his candle flame and I want to encourage, not discourage, him in his training.
I set my hands along the sides of his face and told him he'd have to open up for me to work with him, so he let me into his head. Nice work too in being selective instead of dropping all his shields like dropping his trousers. As I directed him on to use his small telepathy to reach out and read people I read him a bit. If I couldn't do two or three things at once I'd be confined to a bed and need people to feed and clean me. I read from Aya that being able to block and use his ability had already made a difference in his life. As much as it kind of turned my stomach to see, Aya had been relating to Ken on a deeper level lately and their sex life had improved. Ken felt... warm to Aya now. It stunned Aya and totally pleased Ken-ken, not that the jock had any idea of what was behind it. (Ken-ken had really said, "I need you, the god of death, Aya" when they first met up again as members of the new team. Who said Siberian doesn't have some cockeyed sense of romance? Hmph. I have never had someone call me a god of death so adoringly.)
Finally we were done for the session, and there we were leaning into each other across a small table, close enough to be almost breathing on each other, staring into each other's eyes, the air charged with sexual tension. Yeah, some of you are laughing at my delusions, but you didn't see him then and you don't know how some of the more intimate telepathic training can hit people. It's like how some people develop crushes on their shrink but far stronger. Some Rosenkreuz trainers used to get really evil with this.
He colored, shook his head, and stood in a rush, then as he left thanked me curtly and said he'd contact me again, grabbing his coat and katana in a fast and graceful move as he flew out the door. He's so pretty when he's angry/scared.... Hell, he's pretty usually.
If you're wondering what he looks like, here's a fuzzy picture of him as a flowerboy at his cover job with the rest of his new team, with Kenchen hanging on him. Fruity bunch, ja? Oh, and the little blond is a boy. (Are Yuki and Michel ever gonna get taller?)
The room had a small table with two chairs, and he sat at one and head-gestured me to use the other one. At the table, not sitting on the bed. Either he thought I was a desperate pervert or he feared his own reactions. I couldn't tell yet without digging because he had a credible shield up. It figured that he'd be able to pick up shielding quickly and well. Nothing I couldn't break through, but I'm a sun to his candle flame and I want to encourage, not discourage, him in his training.
I set my hands along the sides of his face and told him he'd have to open up for me to work with him, so he let me into his head. Nice work too in being selective instead of dropping all his shields like dropping his trousers. As I directed him on to use his small telepathy to reach out and read people I read him a bit. If I couldn't do two or three things at once I'd be confined to a bed and need people to feed and clean me. I read from Aya that being able to block and use his ability had already made a difference in his life. As much as it kind of turned my stomach to see, Aya had been relating to Ken on a deeper level lately and their sex life had improved. Ken felt... warm to Aya now. It stunned Aya and totally pleased Ken-ken, not that the jock had any idea of what was behind it. (Ken-ken had really said, "I need you, the god of death, Aya" when they first met up again as members of the new team. Who said Siberian doesn't have some cockeyed sense of romance? Hmph. I have never had someone call me a god of death so adoringly.)
Finally we were done for the session, and there we were leaning into each other across a small table, close enough to be almost breathing on each other, staring into each other's eyes, the air charged with sexual tension. Yeah, some of you are laughing at my delusions, but you didn't see him then and you don't know how some of the more intimate telepathic training can hit people. It's like how some people develop crushes on their shrink but far stronger. Some Rosenkreuz trainers used to get really evil with this.
He colored, shook his head, and stood in a rush, then as he left thanked me curtly and said he'd contact me again, grabbing his coat and katana in a fast and graceful move as he flew out the door. He's so pretty when he's angry/scared.... Hell, he's pretty usually.
If you're wondering what he looks like, here's a fuzzy picture of him as a flowerboy at his cover job with the rest of his new team, with Kenchen hanging on him. Fruity bunch, ja? Oh, and the little blond is a boy. (Are Yuki and Michel ever gonna get taller?)
