[RP Log] Osamu, Shiraishi

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Date: Saturday, Oct. 13
Rating:PG13 for kissing and suggestive stuff
Summary: Shiraishi's sick of school already and comes over to visit his former teacher.



It wasn't the size of the building that looked threatening, Shiraishi thought -- there were taller all over the city -- but the security system. Even knowing that the building was accessible to mutants, he was sure that even other mutants would be put off by it. There were the standard cameras and card key required for entrance, which was expected, of course, but the scanner was an added bonus to make sure no one entered the building who wasn't a mutant. He approved.

Not like it really required his approval. He fished the card key that Sakaki had given him out of his wallet and swiped it. It looked innocuous enough, like a regular bus pass, just to make certain that no one would connect him back to the Brotherhood, never mind that the Nakamura Building wasn't really publicly connected to the organization ... but if Sakaki wanted to cover all his tracks, Shiraishi wasn't gonna complain. He ignored the panel of buttons that called tenants from the lobby and went straight to the elevator and then to his teacher's apartment and knocked. No need to call up if Osamu was expecting him, anyway.

Osamu had to admit that, while it was a bitch and a pain in the ass to move just about across the country, the rewards for doing so were actually almost worth the hassle. His new apartment was huge and fully furnished with classy and new furniture... all this was making his old apartment seem like a broom closet. It would be the dream apartment for anyone, but for Osamu, it felt a little off. The apartment was spacious, but much too big for just one person, and the furniture was nice, but way too gaudy for his tastes.

"Eh, but I'll get over it," he said aloud while sitting in the corner of a wide room, wearing a white wifebeater and a pair of sweatpants. He sighed softly, eyes trailing from the wall and back toward the small shrine beside him. Inside the shrine was a framed picture of a woman grinning cheerfully, and a thin wooden stick with her name painted on it.

He opened his mouth to comment some more on his apartment when he heard a knock. "Must be the kid," he grinned, perking up just a little. "'Scuse me, Honey," he said to the picture, but he didn't stand up. Instead, he remained in his cross-legged position, and without exerting much effort, he levitated off the floor and made his way toward the door.

"Fancy seein' you here," he said, feigning something akin to mild surprise at the sight of Shiraishi. "An' here I thought you were already off on some date." He started to sniffle, arm suddenly over his eyes. "I thought you forgot about me!"

"Not today," Shiraishi replied, walking past his levitating teacher to let himself into the apartment. He seated himself on one of the couches, lounging as casually as if he lived there himself -- which, in a way, he did, just not on a daily basis. He wasn't actually sure why it was imperative for him to live in the dorms at Ryuhana; surely he could recruit other students just by being in classes with them. But he wouldn't argue. Not yet, even if Osamu's place was meant for two people. "Not like I could forget about you if I tried," he continued. "Guess you want a report?"

Osamu picked his head up, raising a brow. "And that's how ya greet me? Your most favorite teacher in the whole wide world?" He let out a heavy sigh and floated over, situating himself in front of Shiraishi, crossing his arms. "No business until you say 'hi' to my girl," he said, jerking his thumb in the direction of the other room. "An' don't forget t'light a stick of incense," he said over his shoulder as he floated for the kitchen.

Shiraishi couldn't help it. The past few days had been frustrating, at the very least, with his mind constantly on his mission and trying to avoid detection. He didn't doubt that he could, but in the end he was very glad that Sakaki's secretary gave him some drink that blocked him from telepaths. Even if it tasted awful. "Been a long few days," he explained, though he knew it didn't excuse him.

Wordlessly, he stood and made his way to the tiny shrine that Osamu kept for Akemi-san. It was makeshift, of course, but it was something. "Don't know how you ever put up with him," he murmured, to the photo as he lit the incense for her and let it burn. She had been a stabilizing force in the household after Shiraishi had arrived, and the scent of her incense let him smile and relax, at least a little, and relaxed, letting out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. No need to be stressed. Everything was fine.

Feeling generally better and more at ease, Shiraishi found Osamu in the kitchen and leaned against the counter. "Don't tell me you're cooking," he joked. "We're not gonna hafta eat bachelor food again, are we?"

"An' what's wrong with my awesomely delicious chili ramen?" he asked with a grin, though his back was toward the younger mutant. "Admit it, yer gonna miss the stuff. Now you'll have to live offa cafeteria food," he said, hunching his shoulders to feign a shudder-- cafeteria food wasn't that bad... though he probably thought so because he'd grown so used to it when he was still a high school teacher. He then glanced over his shoulder and beckoned Shiraishi to come closer.

Shiraishi was suspicious, but stepped closer, as instructed, trying to peer over Osamu's shoulder and see what he was doing. No luck, he was too far off the ground. "What's wrong with it is it's neither delicious nor yours," he said. "What're you doing?"

Osamu said not a word more as he turned and tapped Shiraishi's nose, leaving a dab of whipped cream at the end. He paused, contemplating the little dabble of whipped cream before he licked it off. "Jus' makin' some cocoa." Despite popular belief, Osamu could boil water.

So that was how it was going to be. Shiraishi had been wondering how long it would be before it got to that point -- if it even would. But their conversations online had indicated as much, at least. It was probably a new record.

He edged a little closer, still leaning against the counter. "Made enough for two?"

"Hn, I dunno. I could drink both cups." Which was quite plausible, since he was an ass like that. "But 'm gonna be nice an' give you one. But after you do somethin' for me," he grinned lop-sidedly at Shiraishi, finger lighty tapping the younger man's chin.

Shiraishi had a feeling it wasn't going to be a business-related favor, either. "Yeah?" he asked, matching his teacher's grin. "Got somethin' in mind or do I get t' make it up this time?"

"Okay, you can do two things for me, since you graciously offered~" he chuckled lowly, draping his arms over Shiraishi's shoulders as he leaned in, resting his forehead against the younger man's.

This close, Shiraishi could feel Osamu's breath on his face, the heat emanating from his skin. He'd been expecting contact, but all the same, his heart started beating faster, and he could feel the toxin spreading to his palms like a thin sheen of sweat. He curled his fingers into light fists, just to make sure there wouldn't be any accidents. "Two things, huh? Did ya do anything to deserve two things?"

"Ya don't think I deserve two things? I always thought 'three' was a better number anyway," he grinned, more than willing to somehow get more freebies out of Shiraishi. He paused for a moment longer, just enjoying his former-student's company and warmth.

"So for the cocoa," he started, pulling away slightly from the other mutant, lightly tapping Shira's lips, "you'll have to use these. Guess where they're gonna go~?"

Oh, Shiraishi could guess. And chances were he'd be right, if this went anything like last time -- he knew full well it had nothing to do with cocoa. "Addict," he chastised good-naturedly, moistening his lips before leaning in to meet Osamu's.

It was a side-effect of his mutation, they'd found out, that his lips had a slightly less deadly and much more pleasant effect than the touch of his hands. And surprisingly, Shiraishi minded this arrangement far less than he thought he would initially. It wasn't at all like kissing a girl: it was for different reasons, and with very different results. The only real complaint Shiraishi had was that his teacher tasted like smoke. Other than that, it wasn't that bad.

It was strange to kiss someone else, but that was the extent of Osamu's thoughts about the subject. For something like this, it was best not to think too deeply about it. He might be an addict, but hey, what was one more thing to be addicted to? He could already feel the effects of Shiraishi's... god, he didn't know what to call it. Whatever it was, it was just... really good. He could feel himself relax, whatever few worries he had were easily pushed away, and he couldn't help but feel almost euphoric. Osamu grinned into the slow, sensual kiss, and he chuckled because... well, why shouldn't he? So what if he was kissing his former student who was about 10 years younger? So what if he was going to go to Hell for all the things he'd done? Fuck that~

After Shiraishi was sure that the kiss was long enough to get Osamu relaxed (relaxed, at the very least, and anything else that came with it), he pulled just inches away and smiled softly. He knew that whatever he did had no effect on himself, but just being near someone who was affected broke the tension from earlier and he could breathe a little easier. "That's one," he said. "You got two and three, or are those gonna wait?" Waiting was okay. More thank okay, even....

Osamu felt like he was on Cloud Nine. He guessed it helped that he was actually floating, too.

"Huh?" he asked, quite dazed and grinning like a fool. "Two an' three what? Oh, hey! Cocoa!" He laughed, delighted to see yummy hot chocolate because damn, what was better than hot chocolate? Oh yeah, maybe a couple of other things but hot chocolate was definitely a close second. He wanted chocolate, but he wanted to hang onto Shiraishi, too. It was obvious he couldn't choose as he glanced back and forth from Shira to the chocolate.

"Go sit on the couch," Shiraishi instructed, and nudged Osamu towards the kitchen door. He wobbled a bit in mid-air, but seemed to be moving in the right direction, at least... " 'll bring the cocoa out an' sit with you." It sounded like the best solution overall -- Shiraishi didn't really want to let go just yet, either.

Cocoa and the kid? "Always knew y'were a sm'rt one," Osamu praised with a slight slur (not that he wasn't always slurring) as he happily floated for the couch. He did a slow somersault in the air and landed easily on the couch, curling up against the armrest with a goofy smile on his face.

Satisfied with that, Shiraishi finished topping both mugs with whipped cream and carried them over to the couch. He wasn't entirely sure he ought to hand Osamu his mug just yet, so set both drinks on the table beside them. He could drink it whenever he was ready for it (even if it was likely more like cold cocoa by then).

Shiraishi slid easily onto the couch beside his teacher, careful to still keep his hands in front of himself as he leaned against him. The contact was nice, at the same time safe and familiar, in sharp contrast to the few days he'd spent in the dorm. He wasn't sure how he'd manage being so isolated. Even though he would manage.

Osamu was quite content to stay curled up on his side of the couch, forgetting all about his cocoa in favor of the soft cushions, but the warm weight against him piqued his curiosity. He glanced over and oh! His favorite kid in the whole wide world was there right beside him. He smiled easily and curled his arm around Shiraishi's shoulders, bringing him just a touch closer.

"DId I ever tell ya yer m'favoritist kid in the whole wide world?"

He had, but Shiraishi was going to let it slide. "Yeah, but it's okay," he said. It never hurt to hear that he was appreciated, whether for any silly reason like supplying Osamu with a quick high or something a little more concrete. Besides, he wasn't the only one that felt that way... "You're my most favorite somethin', too, y'know."

"Ain't I yer uncle or somethin'?" he asked, leaning in and resting the side of his head against Shiraishi-- his head was getting tired! "Coulda sworn we were related or whatever," he remarked, just saying whatever came to mind. "Oh, maybe yer our kid." That sounded reasonable enough-- having a son who was only about 10 years younger than he was....

Osamu paused, thinking hard for a moment. "I like takoyaki~" he giggled.

"Yeah?" Shiraishi asked. "Me, too." Sometimes he wished he could get himself as intoxicated, too -- it almost looked like fun. It wasn't for lack of trying, either; anything he'd taken or drank just didn't affect on him. As it was, it was amusing enough dealing with Osamu in this state. Especially when he didn't always remember everything that happened ... "Can't be my dad," he went on. " 'f you were my dad you'da been ten. S' not possible. B'sides, if we were related, this'd be a really bad idea." As if to illustrate exactly what'd be a bad idea, he turned over, wrestling out of Osamu's grasp only to climb over him, face-to-face and just as close as before. And grinned. "Two an' three?" he asked.

Ooh, he liked this! Osamu sat back against the couch, arms wrapped around Shiraishi's waist. "Why would it be a bad idea?" Because having Shira in his lap was a good thing! Wasn't it? And it took his mind a little longer to wrap around what the other mutant was suggesting. "...I get t'have two an' three of you!?" Because three Shiraishis would be kinda awesome....

"Two an' three more of these," Shiraishi suggested with a grin, and pressed a second, brief kiss to Osamu's lips, and a third, lingering. He braced his hands on the couch behind his teacher's head; he'd be okay as long as he didn't touch his skin ... He let his mouth open, this time, let it go deeper -- it wasn't like anyone could overdose on him, and besides, this was fun.

Oooh, those. It all made sense now. Or something. Whatever, because Osamu wasn't paying attention to anything else except those lips against his. In the back of his mind, that felt so wrong in so many different ways, but maybe that was why it was so goddamn fun.

As they kissed, Osamu's hands wandered, settling at the younger's shoulders and slowly trailing upward along his arms.

It was unusually easy to get caught up in this, especially while Shiraishi was being touched, himself. That alone made it seem different, this time; usually contact was more limited, as though either of them were afraid to let it go very far -- and with good reason. But this was like a signal to keep going, and Shiraishi was more than happy to comply, rocking forward in Osamu's lap and closing whatever distance was left between them. And that in itself felt nice -- the surge of pleasure that friction brought made him wonder if he might be feeling the effects of his own intoxicant, but that couldn't be ... And he moved again, perfectly willing to abandon conscious thought if there was a chance his teacher might let him.

Despite everything he was doing, Osamu hadn't been expecting that-- that spike of pleasure that briefly coursed through his body, leaving him wanting more; it'd been too long, hadn't it? But if he was thinking that, then he wasn't drunk enough to let himself go completely.

His hands wandered back down to still Shiraishi's hips, and he pulled away from the younger mutant reluctantly, licking his lips. He grinned almost fondly at Shira, running a hand through his hair affectionately. "If I didn't know any better, I'd've thought you were tryin' t'get into my pants. Aren't I too old fer ya?"

"Why?" Shiraishi asked. "D'you think I'm too young for you?" The truth was that he hadn't thought of it going quite that far, but he wouldn't deny wanting at least a little more affection than usual. He didn't like it at Ryuhana, and he didn't like having a roommate that he didn't know. Sharing such a close space with a complete stranger was weird. This was better, he was sure of it, unconventional though it might be...

"What're you talkin' about? I could definitely use some young ass," he joked, though he had to admit that getting laid did sound appealing. "You offerin' or something?" he asked jokingly, leaning in close again to half-heartedly tempt him.

Shiraishi was torn, and he wished he wasn't. It was an emotion that didn't sit well with him, not when he was usually so sure of himself and surer of what he wanted.

But it wasn't like he could agree, either. "I dunno," he replied casually, letting a smile replace the worry on his face. The last time he'd been this close to someone, she'd wound up dead because of him. And Yumi-chan hadn't been nearly as important to him as Osamu was now ... "Don't wanna hurt ya," he murmured. "Y'know. Accidentally."

Osamu blinked, then started laughing, going so far as to throw his head back. After a moment or two, he settled back down and grinned wide at the younger mutant. "So, that means you would top?" he asked, taking it all in the wrong way. Maybe if he weren't so high... no, he'd probably still get it all wrong.

What? That wasn't -- Shiraishi hadn't thought about the mechanics of it, and wasn't sure that he wanted to, now. "Means I'm poison, you jerk," he laughed. And he was glad for the laughter -- the situation needed levity with the direction it was headed. If he could joke about his mutation, the better for him.

"Oh, that. Thought you were talkin' 'bout somethin' silly like actually hurtin' me 'cause," he started, chuckling all the while as he took Shiraishi's left, bandaged hand and pressed his palm against his own cheek, "'Cause I know you'd never do somethin' like that."

Shiraishi knew that the bandages would keep the toxin in. He knew this, which was why he wore them in the first place ... fabric was too porous and gloves looked stupid anyway. But he didn't want to take chances, either -- if he wasn't supposed to touch anyone, he wasn't supposed to touch anyone, regardless of barriers -- it was just to prevent accidents, anyway, not so that he could actually ...

... could he? Well, Osamu sure didn't look poisoned ... His smile softened, and he glanced at his other hand. "Guess we'd better wrap that one up, too," he suggested, only half-joking this time.

"Keep it unwrapped," Osamu instructed, a care-free expression still on his face, but his voice was slightly stern. "Too much of a hassle t'unwrap it when ya need it, an' we need you on yer toes." There was no way Osamu was going to let him walk around with both arms bandaged-- he'd only be half as useful then, and thus, not as efficient.

"Besides. I know you'll be careful 'round me," he grinned, the edge in his voice softening slightly.

" 'Course I will," Shiraishi agreed. "Just gonna have t' keep it outta the way, right?" He slid both arms around Osamu's neck, then, with his right hand tucked behind the wrapped one, and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. A moment passed, a breath, and Shiraishi leaned forward, closer, to hold him tighter, chin resting on his shoulder. If it was just contact he was after ... Osamu was still warm, and he still smelled like smoke and food and city, and Shiraishi could still feel his heart beat in his chest. "This 's okay, too, right?"

Osamu paused, his care-free expression fading into something softer as the younger mutant hugged him, their bodies comfortably pressed together. He leaned back against the couch further, and let his arms curl around his waist, one reaching up to rub the younger's back. "Yeh, s'fine," he murmured, tilting his head to lightly rest against Shira's.