Mikoto didn't hear from nor see Munakata for a week - even when he made an appearance at some of his clan's raids where Scepter 4 would have to get involved.
His attention was, mainly, focused on Munakata's actions of the night at the bar, and he still continued to contemplate as to whether or not Munakata's feelings had been genuine, or if it had been the alcohol.
The more his thoughts were occupied on the matter, the more his need to see the Blue King increased.
Although Munakata was seemingly absent, his clansmen carried out their usual routines and activities, and were, as per usual, always keen to interrupt the activities of his own clan.
Quite frankly, Mikoto had had enough.
He didn't even think twice about his actions the next day - and his task wasn't all that difficult. Although Scepter 4 would be expected to have the most intricate of technology, one that could even stop a King - although Mikoto knew he'd be able to destroy the building if he so wanted - it was certainly not the case.
The Red King soon found himself in Munakata's empty office, and not a single Scepter 4 clansman had seen him. He even smirked to himself at the temptation to bring this up with Munakata in the future. Just to get on the other man's nerves.
His eyes scanned the room for any traces of Munakata having even recently been there, and as he took a good look at the room, he didn't fail to notice the open window behind the desk and it's chair, and as he stepped forward, his eyes caught sight of unfinished paperwork scattered across the wooden surface.
Seeing as Munakata was nowhere to be found, Mikoto decided to seat himself down in the large chair. As soon as he was on it, he found himself relaxing into the back of it - it was incredibly comfortable, and to adjust his position, he kicked his feet up onto the desk with a small sigh.
He was sure he could've stayed there all day, and even began to doze off, when the sound of voices made him more inclined to at least attempt to stay awake.
He directed his gaze to the door. Watching. Waiting. Hoping. Hoping that it was Munakata and not his second or third-in-command who would attempt to chase him away.
Mikoto released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding once he heard the door open, and a smile tugged at his lips as he spotted Munakata's dark blue hair before anything else.
He allowed a chuckle of amusement to escape his lips as Munakata froze, his violet eyes widening at the very sight of him.
"Munakata." He spoke to break the silence, with the most casual tone of voice he could pull.
"...I am quite sure this can be considered as breaking and entering, Suoh." Munakata was quick to reply despite his initial surprise, and Mikoto tilted his head slightly as he watched the Blue King adjust his glasses and step forward. Slowly, and warily.
"But I'm only here to talk." Mikoto feigned offense, taking his feet off of the desk, although he didn't get up.
"You could have contacted me," Munakata sighed, and rubbed his temples, yet he didn't take his cold gaze from Mikoto. "Or, even easier for you, gone on one of those destruction sprees you seem so fond of."
"Effort." A smirk tugged at Mikoto's lips. "Anyway, it's about your little 'parting gift' from last week."
Mikoto didn't fail to notice the way Munakata seemed to tense at his words, but the Blue King did his best not to let it show. He could tell - any reaction seemed suppressed.
"...I suppose /that/ isn't a suitable discussion for the battlefield." Munakata admitted, albeit quietly. He picked up the pace, so he reached his desk sooner, and narrowed his eyes. "However, before that, may I have my seat back?"
"Or, you could just sit on my lap."
"You cannot be serious." Munakata's gaze was sharp.
"Totally serious." Mikoto hummed slightly in reply, patting his thighs invitingly. "You kissed me, and then didn't bother to show yourself to me for the past week." He pointed out, with a small roll of his amber eyes despite himself. "Who said it had to stop there?"
"I do. Right now." Munakata told him, placing his hands on his desk and watching him behind his glasses. "Suoh, we are both Kings and I was simply intoxicated. I wasn't thinking clearly at the time."
"Intoxicated, huh..." Mikoto finally broke their eye contact to glance up at the ceiling with a mischievous glint to his eyes. "..Intoxicated by me, perhaps?"
"/Alcohol/."
"Aw, too bad, because I'm certainly intoxicated by you right now." Mikoto returned his gaze to Munakata, and leant forward in his seat. He gripped onto the white cravat around the Blue King's neck, and before he could resist, Mikoto pulled him forward and connected their lips.
He was expecting Munakata to break the kiss immediately and shoo him away, but instead got the opposite - he felt Munakata melt into it, after slight hesitation, and then even began to kiss him back.
Mikoto craned his neck for more, but that was when Munakata pulled away unexpectedly. The Red King opened his mouth to protest, but quickly shut it again and decided to watch. Munakata was unpredictable, most of the time, so he was willing to give the other man a chance.
He was glad he did, because Munakata simply went back to the door to lock it before returning to him, and Munakata walked around the desk and actually got on the chair with him.
"Didn't expect such a quick change of heart, Munakata.." Mikoto voiced his thoughts as Munakata straddled him, and his hands gripped at Munakata's hips to help balance him, seeing as the seat wasn't very spacious.
The Blue King whispered something he didn't quite catch, so Mikoto looked up at him and kissed at his jawline.
"Come again?"
"It's Reisi."
"Oh? We on first name basis now?" Mikoto asked, blinking in surprise at Munaka- no, Reisi's words.
"If we are going to go through with this, I suppose we are, Mikoto." The sound of his name on Reisi's tongue made him shudder, and Mikoto simply couldn't help himself. He began to peck lightly at Reisi's jaw, and then moved up to his ear, kissing and nibbling at it teasingly.
The small yet sharp gasp that escaped the other man only encouraged Mikoto further. He bit at his ear a little more roughly, earning him another quiet noise, and it made him determined to make Reisi louder.
He decided to step up his game, allowing his lips to travel down to Reisi's neck. He kissed, he nipped, he bit, he sucked at the skin on show, pleased to draw more sounds from who he assumed was now his lover - if this meant anything to Reisi at all. He kept his hands busy, allowing them to slide down Reisi's waist and hips and then slip into the back of his pants to grope at his ass.
Mikoto watched Reisi's face for his reactions, and he enjoyed watching the Blue King's usually pale complexion flush red at his actions. He was only snapped out of his small trance when he felt hands tug at his jacket and shirt.
Mikoto forced himself to remove his hands from Reisi's ass so the other could remove the two pieces of clothing, and as soon as they were off, Reisi's hands were against his chest, caressing the muscle with a light, delicate touch.
The Red King began to get a little impatient, however, and hooked his arms under Reisi's legs to lift him up and place him on the desk immediately after, and the rustle of papers seemed to snap the Blue King out of his small trance.
"If you ruin my papers-"
"I don't care about your papers."
"Mikoto Suoh, I swear-"
Mikoto was quick to cut him off with another kiss, and whilst Reisi's mouth was open, he managed to slip his tongue past the other's lips to explore his mouth. This was more of a kiss that he was after, and it only made him more aware of how tight his jeans were becoming as soon as their tongues met, and Reisi's legs wrapped around his hips to bring him closer - to make them grind against each other. This earned him a muffled moan from the man beneath him, and it even managed to make Mikoto grunt.
They would have gone further - Mikoto would have loved to do so, especially on Reisi's desk - but a sudden knock at the door startled the two. Their lips parted, and Reisi urged him to get his shirt and jacket back on immediately.
"Captain, I have received word that a group of strains have entered the area, and are becoming progressively violent," Mikoto knew it was Seri Awashima immediately, and muttered a quick curse under his breath as he got his clothes back on, "May I come in?"
"Just a moment, Miss Awashima." Reisi called quickly, having already been off the desk and sorting out his paperwork so it was neatly stacked once more. Mikoto watched him, before glancing around for somewhere he could probably hide - it's not like he cared, it was just that Reisi would most likely tell him to.
Then he saw Reisi beckoning towards the space underneath his desk, and Mikoto had to roll his eyes and sigh. Of course.
He did as he was told, although reluctantly, and listened out carefully for the movement within the room. Reisi had gone to unlock the door, and soon, the Blue King was sat in his chair once more, and Mikoto could only assume Seri was stood opposite him.
They began to converse. A topic that Mikoto was less than interested in, so he pondered on what he could do instead of waiting, and it didn't take long at all for an idea to pop into mind.
Thankfully, the space between the chair and the desk was very minimal, as well as Reisi having his legs slightly parted instead of crossed.
The redhead leaned forward, parting Reisi's legs with his hands and began to nudge his crotch teasingly. Reisi visibly jumped, and for a moment, Seri froze mid-sentence, but soon continued. It was time to push his luck.
He began pawing and kissing at Reisi's crotch through the clothing, and even began to suck at one point when the blue shifted uncomfortably. That was all he needed to know he was getting to him.
Unfortunately, Seri seemed to sense that something was wrong, and made her leave quickly, and as soon as the door was shut Reisi grabbed him roughly by the hair and pulled him up with a growl, his cheeks tinted red because of his actions. Mikoto could only smirk.
"Aw, what's wrong, Rei? Somethin' bothering you?" Mikoto feigned his innocence, and Reisi looked ready to punch him in the face at this point.
He probably would have, if the Blue King hadn't forced himself to take a deep breath and sit back to let Mikoto stand. Mikoto took the opportunity, brushing himself off as soon as he was on his feet, although that smug smirk remained.
"Seems I better get going..." He pointed out, and it only made him more amused as he took a moment to examine Reisi's flustered face. The Blue King was even avoiding eye contact. Mikoto simply shrugged it off, and turned towards the door to make his leave, when Reisi's voice stopped him.
"Same bar. Tonight at seven. Don't be late."
Mikoto glanced at him over his shoulder, and waved his hand as a goodbye.
"Gotcha."