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Dancing
"It's not use... I can't learn how to dance the waltz before the musical. This is ridiculous." [m/name] sighed, falling in a chair and slumping back, his head falling over the back of the chair. "No one wanted to be my partner either... is that even allowed? Sensei said we needed someone to practice with..." Running a hand through his hair, [m/name] listened to the music he had put on to help get into the rhythm.
Rising from his chair, the [h/c] high schooler paused the music and yawned behind his hand. "It's so late... I guess I'll wrap up and go home." Packing his things, he threw his bag over his shoulder to leave the school, shutting the door to the music room behind him. Walking down the hall, he passed by empty classrooms and made his way through quiet, still hallways. "This place sure is creepy after everyone goes home." He sighs to himself. A room at the end of the hall catches his eye; the light is on.
He peeks through the door window, and is shocked to see the student council president, Akashi Seijuro. 'He's still here? Well... I guess it would make sense since he probably has a lot of work to do... wait, are first years even allowed to be here this late on Fridays? Oh wait, I'm a first year...' His train of thought is broken when Akashi's sharp eyes dart to the door, and he jumps back, a gasp leaving his mouth. 'Whoa! Creepy, it's like he knows I'm here!' Taking this moment to leave, he jogs down the hall, intending to leave.
"You." [m/name] freezes mid-step upon hearing the red-head's voice, clear as day from behind him. He hadn't even heard the door open! "What are you doing here? Student's aren't allowed to be here after the school closes." Oh god, what does he do? [m/name] has heard the rumors about Akashi being a ruthless, terrifying first year, but on the other hand, he thinks he'll be okay... maybe.
"Er, oh, you see, I was practicing for the school musical, and I was just going home..."
"Then what were you doing snooping around?" Akashi stares him down like a hawk, and [m/name] swallows.
"I-I was just curious as to why the light was on. I didn't mean to disturb you." he said, hoping it'll get him out of any immediate trouble. "I was just going to leave, please don't mind me."
"Don't order me." Akashi narrows his eyes, and the other male shudders.
"S-sorry! I wasn't trying to—really, I—" He babbles, and begins to back away when the red-head walks towards him with a brisk, meaningful pace. "Uh, I-I'm sorry, so, uh..." His back hits a wall, and with a sudden twisting sensation of fear in his stomach, [m/name] realizes he's shorter than the demonic student council president by at least five inches.
"You're in the musical?" Akashi asks, his voice is rather soft, but [m/name] knows better than to antagonize him.
"Y-yes, I'm one of the supporting characters. We're learning the waltz." He says, suddenly glimpsing something sticking out of Akashi's pocket. 'Oh my god, is that a pair of scissors? Oh god, oh god—'
"The musical is a week away and you still don't know how to waltz? Are you that clumsy?" Akashi barely raises an eyebrow, and [m/name] flushes slightly.
"Well, I-I don't have a partner to practice with, so I've been trying to learn the steps by myself, but uh... it doesn't work that well..." He tries to avoid Akashi's piercing gaze, but he can still feel the pressure of his sharp eyes on him.
"You were supposed to pick partners at the beginning." Akashi says.
"N-no one wanted to be my partner..." he mumbles, wanting to get swallowed up by the wall, "that's why I've been practicing by myself."
Akashi scrutinizes him for a moment, as if determining if he should sink his fangs into him or spare him (the other male hopes for the latter) before something like satisfaction flicks through his eyes, going unnoticed by the male he has currently pinned down against the wall. "Very well then. I will teach you."
"Buh?" [m/name] looks up at Akashi with astonishment written all over his face, "But—"
"Are you defying me?" [m/name] feels a sinister chill run down his spine. "My orders are absolute."
"Y-yes..."
Akashi hums slightly and steps back, finally giving [m/name] room to breathe. "We will meet every day after school the rest of the week. If I feel you are not meeting the standards I will double the time we practice. Understood?"
"Y-yes!" [m/name] has to suppress the urge to salute. Seemingly satisfied, the terrifying first year begins to walk back to the student council room. Watching him go with relief, [m/name] feels as if he should document this wondrous moment where he didn't get stabbed in the gut by Akashi Seijuro.
"And another thing," Akashi's voice snaps him back to attention, "I won't go easy on you, [m/name]." Nodding numbly, the [h/c] male watches as Akashi disappears through the door to the student council room. Singing to the floor, he sighs in relief, letting out the tension in his body.
"I might have just signed my death wish." He mumbles. "Wait..." a thought dawns on him, "how does he know my name?"
...
Keeping to his word, Akashi strictly teaches [m/name] after school for two hours each day of that following week, starting Sunday. The musical is during the next weekend, so they're cramming for time, but somehow, despite the humiliation of having to practice with the torso of a prop dummy, [m/name] begins to better understand the waltz. Also true to his word, Akashi's lessons are tough, and sometimes [m/name] wishes he had never stumbled across him that evening, but deep down he's extremely appreciative of the lessons.
That Tuesday, however, he realizes he might have not been taking these lessons as seriously as he thought. The night before, he had stayed up late studying, and was dead tired that entire morning. After fumbling several time and nearly tripping over his own feet twice, Akashi stops him, and [m/name] prepares himself for getting hit, stabbed, or any harsh words Akashi has to send his way. He receives none, instead a short command to sit down and gather his thoughts.
Akashi leaves him, and [m/name] wonders if his lack in dancing skills has finally driven him crazy. When he returns, however, he spots a drink in his hand. It's tossed to him, and he fumbles with it a bit before holding it tight. "Drink this, and we'll start again." Akashi sits next to him, crossing his arms, and [m/name] nods.
"Thank you." It's green tea, and he can feel it calming his nerves. It doesn't make him feel any more awake, but at least he can continue the lessons without being as jittery. As his sips his drink, [m/name] can't help but glance at Akashi out of the corner of his eyes from time to time. His eyes are closed, but [m/name] knows better than to think he's sleeping. He can't help but think Akashi looks so peaceful, not like the rumors describe him; ruthless and terrifying.
"It's rude to stare." Almost choking on his tea, [m/name] fully turns to face Akashi, finding his piercing heterochromatic eyes staring right at him.
"I-I wasn't staring," he denies, turning away to finish his drink. "I'm going to throw this away." He gets up to toss the can in the recycling bin, before going back to where Akashi was sitting. The torso is leaning against his chair, and [m/name] reaches down to pick it up so he can start practicing again, but Akashi's voice stops him.
"No. We are doing to try something different." He's confused for a minute, "I will be your partner."
And he's panicking the next.
"E-eh? Is that going to be okay? We're both guys!" [m/name] blurts out, 'And I don't think you want to play the role of the girl.'
"Are you disobeying my orders?" Akashi's eyes flash in warning, and the other male deflates slightly.
"N-no, I'm just wondering if we'll be able to practice properly."
"Of course. Don't be worried over trivial matters." Akashi says it like it's no big deal, but [m/name] is inwardly panicking, and he's still leaning over, hands stretched out towards the mannequin. "Come." The next thing he knows, Akashi's hand is wrapped around his, and his unoccupied arm is hanging limply over the red-head's other arm. Akashi's eyes are enchanting, and they're only inches from his own, as his arm is wrapped firmly around his waist.
"E-eh?" [m/name] gapes. "A-Akashi-san, wai—"
"Now let's begin." Akashi says, already moving his feet. "Just follow my footsteps."
"B-but Akashi-san—" he has no room to protest, only flinch slightly as Akashi's grip on him tightens, and he presses himself closer to [m/name]'s horribly confused form.
It's easier said than done, and [m/name] mentally cries with relief as he narrowly avoids stepping on Akashi's feet twice. After several minutes of trying to accept what was happening, [m/name] finally relaxes a bit and tries to focus on Akashi's movements, rather than his firm stare. "Raise your head, your chin should be parallel to the floor. And don't look away from your partner." Akashi commands him as the two pause, using his hand to tilt the other male's chin up. The [h/c] male finds his face heating up, to his horror, and he can only stutter out a small 'r-right' before they start again.
He's glad they're practicing when everyone is gone; he wouldn't want to be watched by his peers as he danced withthe Akashi Seijuro. He's staring into Akashi's eyes, and his feet are moving on their own, he's not stumbling or worried about messing up, he's only aware of the body pressed against his, and the unwavering face that is Akashi.
...
It's Thursday when everything is thrown into chaos. The morning was perfectly fine, [m/name], feeling more confident as the days passed, was in a relatively good mood. His classes went by fine, and nothing seemed to stand out to him as odd. The end of the day was when things went downhill. He had arrived early to his lesson with Akashi, and had already gotten out the musical equipment and moved the chairs to create floor space, when the door opened. "Hm? It seems he's not here..." Turning at the voice, [m/name] feels himself pale slightly at the sight of the ridiculously tall, pale student walking in.
'Is he really a student? He's so tall!' The giant locked gazes with him, and he smiled slightly.
"Hello. I was looking for Sei-chan. I hear he drops by here now and then, so I was wondering if he was currently here.
"E-eh? Akashi-kun? Ah, he's not here at the moment. He might be in the student council room, though." [m/name] says.
"Ah, I see. So you're the young man Sei-chan is teaching to dance." [m/name] stiffens slightly at that. How many people did Akashi tell? Obviously, he has to be close to this person to tell them, but he can't figure out what's bothering him the most: if he wants to keep his lessons with Akashi a secret or if he's envious of his relationship with this person. Noticing [m/name]'s tension, the male chuckles. "Don't worry, Sei-chan only told me. I might have pried too much." Watching the giant warily, he follows his movements around the room, looking at the posters hung upon the wall. "Hm... well, since Sei-chan might be late, want to try practicing with me? I know a thing or two about waltzing."
"Er..." unsure of how to react, [m/name] settles for something that won't hurt the other's feelings. "That's very nice of you, but I'm sure he won't be long, so..."
"Ah, you're still tense. Don't worry Chibi-chan. I won't bite." He leans down and ruffles his hair. "Oh, I should introduce myself. I'm Mibuchi Reo. Nice to meet you." He smiles, and [m/name] can't help but think he must be good with the ladies.
"I-I'm [last] [m/name]. It's nice to meet you, Mibuchi-san."
"So? What do you say about practicing with me a bit? It would be good warm up before Sei-chan got here." [m/name] thought about it. He was right, not only would it be good for warming up, but it was vital he got as much practice as was possible before the musical.
"I... I guess... it's okay."
Mibuchi smiles charmingly, and begins to lead a still hesitant [m/name] in a dance. He is actually very talented at dancing, and the shorter male can feel his feet following the dance with little trouble. In fact, he's so into it that he doesn't notice anything until the door to the music room slams shut, and he and Mibuchi stop dancing rather abruptly. It's seconds before he feels the malicious aura curling around Akashi, and he freezes. "Ah, Sei-chan. You've finally arrived." Mibuchi greets, and suddenly [m/name] is very aware of his arm around his waist and their hands joined steadily together. Panicking, he almost tries to pull away, but Mibuchi holds him closer. "You're just in time, we've almost finished this dance. What do you say, [m/name]-chan? Shall we ask for Sei-chan's critiques?"
"U-um..."
"Reo." Akashi's voice leaks venom, and the black-haired male lifts his hands away from [m/name]'s body, raising them as if to surrender.
"Yes, yes. I just came to tell you that sensei wanted to see you when you were done here. I'll be leaving now. Bye Sei-chan, [m/name]-chan." Mibuchi smiles at the other male, causing him to freeze. Wait, he was just going to leave him with this murderous-looking Akashi? Hold on, why was he so angry, anyways? The sound of the door closing gently snaps him out of his thinking, and the room seems to drop several degrees.
"What was that?" Akashi asks steadily, and [m/name] suppresses the urge to flinch and back away at the anger laced between his words.
"M-Mibuchi-san was helping me rehearse—uh, to warm up, before you got here." He explains quickly. "I thought it would be good practice, and I didn't trip over my feet, so—" The sound of crashing chairs causes him to visibly flinch, and the sudden pain in his back and warmth on his front is suddenly overwhelming; Akashi had crossed the room and pinned him against the table, caging him between his arms and knocking the chairs out of the way. "A-Akashi-kun?" He asks in a voice smaller than he wanted. The other male's eyes are burning him, rendering him helpless and scared for his life.
"Bragging about your experiences with other men, I see." Akashi's voice is condescending and cruel. "I don't remembering allowing you to practice with others, [m/name]."
"I-I don't understand." [m/name] looks up at Akashi, [e/c] eyes wide with confusion and fear. "Mibuchi-san seemed eager to help, so I—" His breath caught when Akashi's fingers threaded through his hair.
"You're mine." The red-head hissed before leaning forward.
Oh. Oh my. [m/name]'s eyes went wider at the force of the kiss, bruising and possessive. He reached up to push Akashi away to gather his thoughts, to breathe, but his wrists were caught in a vice grip that had him trembling, and the fingers in his hair tightened, pulling his head back so Akashi could devour his lips and steal his breath and thoughts. The [h/c] male whimpered into Akashi's mouth when the hand let go of his hair to rake down his back, causing him to arch slightly.
His wrists were bruising, his body was hot, and his mind was so blank he had no choice but to blindly focus only on Akashi, his touches, his mouth, and—oh god was that his tongue? "Mm...!" [m/name] jerked against the taller male, tears beading at the corner of his eyes at the sensation of a strong, wet muscle plunging into his mouth and tasting him. Akashi had let go of his wrists ages ago, it seemed; he had been too focused on the kiss to even think about pushing him away, but it was renewed with vigor when Akashi slipped his hand beneath his school shirt. "Akashi-ku—" He gasped as the brutal kiss was finally broken, and instead he could feel sharp teeth and hot pressure against his throat.
His hips were pressed against the table so hard they hurt, and he could feel Akashi pressing against him, could feel his fingers tickling his skin and touching him in ways no one had ever touched him. A small whimper left his mouth as Akashi bit his throat hard, and his hands tugged weakly at his shirt. "A-ahh... Akashi-ku—Stop—" he panted, his skin tingling. "Uwah...! Not there—" Akashi silenced him with another hard kiss, swallowing his cries.
Akashi was mumbling something so vehemently against his neck, something like 'mine' over and over again, it sent shivers down [m/name]'s body, and he struggled to gather just an ounce of his strength to push him away...
And he finally did, shoving Akashi with a force that he was sure to regret later. "Stop!" He cried, panting as he hugged his arms close to his chest, his lips and throat tingling. "Akashi-kun, what's gotten into you?"
"You're mine. Reo might think he can just steal you from under my nose, but you're mine." Akashi's eyes were wide and possessive and looked dangerously hungry. He didn't try to move closer, though, and there was a tense silence as the two males eyed each other.
"I... I think we should stop these lessons." [m/name] muttered after a few more moments of heavy silence. "I appreciate the help so far, Akashi-kun. I think I'll be able to practice on my own now. Please e-excuse me," he cursed his voice for cracking, but Akashi didn't try to stop him as he gathered his bag and jacket and left without another word, slamming the music room door behind him.
...
Akashi didn't show up to the music room that following evening, and [m/name] was on his way home Friday after school with a sinking feeling in his stomach. The musical was the next night, but he seriously considered calling to tell he was sick. He decided against it; it would have made the past week seem like a waste of time, and the last thing he wanted after his last encounter with Akashi was for him to think the lessons did nothing to help him.
Still... the bruises on his neck hadn't completely faded, and he had no choice but to put Band-Aids over them. The night of the play, he arrived a few minutes early, not everyone had arrived, and there was still some time before people would be rushing to finish make up and microphones and lights.
"Alright! Everyone gather around while I explain what's going to happen!" the teacher called everyone together once the entire crew had assembled. "Right, we're going to start with the waltzing before the music fades and the scene changes..." [m/name] spaced out, his mind was so jumbled and he was unable to organize his thoughts. "Oi, [last], are you paying attention?"
"Eh? A-ah, sorry, sensei..." he apologized weakly.
"Well... just go along with the flow. You'll be fine." [m/name] couldn't help but think there was an underlying emotion of pity in his teacher's face. It was gone in a second though. "Right! The curtains will be lifting in ten minutes! Everyone get into play and do your best!"
"Right!" Came the cheering of everyone in the group. [m/name] wasn't able to feel as elated.
He stood behind the curtains, unable to stop himself from spacing out. It was just as the curtain was raising did he realize he didn't have a partner. Panicking again, he turned to the teacher. "Sensei—" It was too late, the curtain was slowly but surely lifting, and he had no choice but to pretend he was also dancing with someone. The students danced close together, enchanting the audience with their flowing movements. For [m/name], it was awkward to be dancing without a partner, and he hoped someone would end up being with him when they switched in at the climax of the music.
Once again, he was left without someone, and he couldn't help but feel upset that maybe the lessons were a waste after all—
He froze, suddenly very, very aware that the other pairs had parted, leaving him in the center of attention, a spotlight on him and all, as people stared at him without a partner, dancing on stage alone. He expected a round of laughter and pointing, but instead another song started, this one had a slow and sweet melody, and he was left shell-shocked and frozen on stage. Something like fear gripped him, and he began to feel himself hyperventilate when...
Another spotlight appeared, this one at the back of the audience, and his eyes followed the turning of heads all the way back, where he spotted...
Akashi Seijuro, dressed in a white suit, standing at the top of the auditorium, staring directly at him. His heart leapt into his throat, and an abundance of emotions clouded his mind and his vision—wait, he wasn't crying, no way! [m/name] watched as Akashi slowly began to descend the stairs, making his way towards the stage, never breaking eye contact. "Akashi... kun..." [m/name] breathed as the red-head walked on stage, walking with a strong pace directly towards him.
If he wasn't astonished enough already, he was even more shocked—he was surprised he hadn't fainted, in all honesty—when Akashi gently bent forward in a small bow, eyes watching for his reaction.
"May I have this dance?" He asked, voice loud and clear and echoing through the audience. As if he were put under a spell, [m/name] nodded, taking his outstretched hand. The people around them were dancing in a circle, bringing attention to them at the center. [m/name] was completely blown away by this, and even though his steps were perfectly combining with Akashi's, he still couldn't forget what happened a couple days earlier. The dancing seemed to go on forever, and throughout the whole thing he could feel Akashi's arm around his waist and his fingers holding his hand so gently, unlike a few days before.
The music was coming to and end, and before the lights went out and the dancing ended, Akashi leaned forward to press his lips gently against [m/name]'s.
The lights went out, and the audience screamed.
...
'This... is awkward...' [m/name] cried mentally in his mind as he sat next to Akashi backstage in a secluded room.'Someone save me...!' No one was going to come check on them for a while, least they feel Akashi's wrath.
"You danced nicely." The red-head watched as the other male twitched with surprise at his complement.
"I-it was all thanks to your lessons."
"Nonsense. It was your effort that made it a success."
"I... Uh... th-thank you."
Another heavy silence fell, before Akashi broke it once more. "I've talked with Reo. He's determined to not apologize for earlier, since it seems he purposefully tried to make me angry, and he knew it would work."
'Purposefully make Akashi-kun angry? M-Mibuchi-san is a scary guy, after all...' [m/name] thought. 'Wait, he knew it would work? What...?'
"It seems you're still unable to understand what I'm saying." Akashi watched the other male's face twist with different emotions.
"E-eh? Oh... uh... I understand a bit..." [m/name] shifted awkwardly. "But what I don't understand is... why?"
"I wanted to see how you would react to such affections. It seemed the others enjoyed it." Akashi said.
"Affections...? You don't mean—" [m/name] started, 'that the kiss was his way of... no way... it didn't make sense... Akashi-kun couldn't have possibly known I would be the only one left without a partner. Unless...' Raising his eyes to meet Akashi's [m/name] spoke in a small voice. "Akashi-kun... don't tell me the musical was something set up by you to ask me out..." He saw Akashi smirk, and his cheeks felt hot. Leaning forward, the red-head caged the male once again between his arms, but this time was different. Instead of the possessive killing intent, Akashi's movements were precise and calculated—like he knew this would happen. "A-Akashi-kun..." [m/name] said, eyes darting around uncertainly.
"Be mine, [m/name]." Akashi's eyes said 'don't resist', but the other male was unable to forget what happened a couple days earlier.
"I-I... But I am a man, Akashi-kun." He said.
"Things like that don't matter. All I need is you."
'D-don't say things like that! I-it's so embarrassing...' [m/name] thought. "Um, Akashi-kun—" His words stopped when the red-head kissed him. He wasn't rough this time, and the [h/c] male began to melt against the couch the two were sitting on.
Pulling away, Akashi licked his lips. He wanted more, much more, but he would wait until [m/name] gave him an answer. "Well?"
"U-uh..."
"I'm giving you five seconds to answer."
"Y-yes!" he hurriedly answered. "I will! Because I..." breaking eye contact, he stared at the floor, "I l-like being around Akashi-kun."
"[m/name]. Look at me." Heart pounding, he looked up at Akashi, whose eyes were almost gentle. "You're mine and mine alone, if I see anyone else touching you, guys or girls, I'll make you both suffer a painful end."
'H-how can he say those things with such a straight face?' [m/name] felt the blood drain from his face. "R-right." And then they were kissing again, Akashi pressed him into the couch as he devoured his lips. "Mmph, A-Aka—mm," his hands gripped the front of Akashi's shirt, and he melted into the kiss, letting the other male run his fingers through his hair and tug on it possessively.
"Mine." Akashi growled against his lips.
...
"Akashi-kun, you know we still have to let them use this room to change."
"They'll find other places."
"W-what? No we can't—A-Akashi-kun!"
