Subject: Drabble: Round b1 - Prompt: Beginner’s luck
Title: Tracing
Rating: PG-13. Mention of character death, hosts, sex and bad words.
Genre: Detective, AU.
Characters: Hikaru/Akira
Summary: “Akira was good, there was no other way to describe him.”
WordCount: Exactly 250.
When he and Waya were assigned to this case, Hikaru didn’t imagine he’d end up sleeping with the #1 host of Kabukichou. Akira was good, there was no other way to describe him. Hikaru was fascinated by his delicate, pale skin, his perfect hair, his feminine features, his sexy voice. He was the best sex Hikaru had in… honestly, he couldn’t remember.
“Do you always sleep with the witnesses while investigating a murder?” Akira asked. Hikaru sat up and stared at him, at his body entwined with the white sheets, at his disheveled hair forming dark rivers on the pillow, and remembered how Akira had approached him a couple of hours ago, smooth and enchanting as a nymph.
“Actually, this is my first case. Beginner’s luck…” he smiled, and reached down to kiss Akira again. Inhaling his intoxicating scent, he felt strangely melancholic. But he put the feeling aside -there were more important things now.
“So…”
“You seem trustworthy.” Akira’s face turned serious. “I’ll tell you everything I know.”
- - -
“How was he?” asked Ogata mockingly as soon as Akira entered the room. The host walked towards his boss, smirking, and sat on his lap.
“Nothing special,” he answered, wishing that his face betrayed the true feelings in his heart.
“And…?”
“I mislead him, of course. Told him I saw Iijima at Kuwabara’s place.”
“Excellent. He’s gonna fuck Kuwabara or get himself killed in way…” he smiled. “Good job, Akira…”
The host responded him with a faint smile, and said no more.
Rating: PG-13. Mention of character death, hosts, sex and bad words.
Genre: Detective, AU.
Characters: Hikaru/Akira
Summary: “Akira was good, there was no other way to describe him.”
WordCount: Exactly 250.
When he and Waya were assigned to this case, Hikaru didn’t imagine he’d end up sleeping with the #1 host of Kabukichou. Akira was good, there was no other way to describe him. Hikaru was fascinated by his delicate, pale skin, his perfect hair, his feminine features, his sexy voice. He was the best sex Hikaru had in… honestly, he couldn’t remember.
“Do you always sleep with the witnesses while investigating a murder?” Akira asked. Hikaru sat up and stared at him, at his body entwined with the white sheets, at his disheveled hair forming dark rivers on the pillow, and remembered how Akira had approached him a couple of hours ago, smooth and enchanting as a nymph.
“Actually, this is my first case. Beginner’s luck…” he smiled, and reached down to kiss Akira again. Inhaling his intoxicating scent, he felt strangely melancholic. But he put the feeling aside -there were more important things now.
“So…”
“You seem trustworthy.” Akira’s face turned serious. “I’ll tell you everything I know.”
- - -
“How was he?” asked Ogata mockingly as soon as Akira entered the room. The host walked towards his boss, smirking, and sat on his lap.
“Nothing special,” he answered, wishing that his face betrayed the true feelings in his heart.
“And…?”
“I mislead him, of course. Told him I saw Iijima at Kuwabara’s place.”
“Excellent. He’s gonna fuck Kuwabara or get himself killed in way…” he smiled. “Good job, Akira…”
The host responded him with a faint smile, and said no more.