Title: Carpe Diem
Pairing: Joshua x Neku
Rating: NC - 17
Summary: After a year of undisturbed peace, a freak accident drags Neku Sakuraba back into the hectic and dangerous UG. This time, however, the stakes are higher not only for the fourth-time Player, but the Composer as well.
Comments: Joint 'fic between Caitlin ( feverishlove on LJ)
and myself. Prepare for a decently long fic, 'cause we're probably already 6 or so chapters in, and still going.
WARNING: Joshua and Neku start out IC, but start drifting slightly OOC as the fic goes on.
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Carpe Diem
Capitulus Tres
"That's it. You two are bugging the absolute shit outta me. When you two are done flirting, I'll be out in front." Sanae grumbled and grabbed his bag, stepping out the door, relieved at the quiet solitude the front counter brought.
Joshua giggled as his Producer walked out the door. He'd only seen Sanae truly that annoyed a handful of times... oh well. This just suddenly got twice as fun.
"Of course, dear. But you know..." He leaned forward, whispering just inches away from Neku's ear, so close he could feel the other's breath on his skin. "I would so much rather have it the other way around..."
Heat spiked up the brunet's neck at once. He bit his lip and averted his gaze. Why did having Mr. H gone make this suddenly a lot more awkward for him? At any rate, he tilted his head away from the voice.
"You'd want to pin me to a couch?" He suggested and arched an eyebrow slowly, stuck between reality and well...teasing.
"Mm... tempting." Joshua laughed softly, calculating blue eyes watching his every move, completely enjoying watching Neku begin to bend whatever which way he pleased. Although, he wasn't nearly as easy to manipulate as he had been... but the Composer always loved a challenge.
Neku said nothing for a moment, shrugging off his teasing. A thought he had had earlier occurred to him. "...Hey Josh? Earlier when you said you saw the car and all that...how could you? Were you...watching me for this part year?" he questioned curiously and rested the back of his head against the side of the couch so he could stare upside down at the Composer with a perplexed look.
Joshua blinked, surprised at the seemingly innocent question. "Why? Do you honestly think I'd stalk you like that? You give yourself way too much credit, Neku. Of course I didn't." There was a pause, before his smile fell a little. "... I did however see you whenever you came to Shibuya. The souls of you and your friends stick out like a sore thumb. Brilliance in a sea of mediocrity."
"Oh," he answered and nodded, accepting that at once. He gazed up at the Composer for a long moment. "Guess we're kinda hard to miss with our crazy, trendless outfits," he mused and shrugged his shoulders absently. "But thanks for the compliment."
"No problem. I'm always proud of my work." He replied with a simple grin.
Neku rolled his eyes. "Lovely. I'm a thing now," he scoffed.
"Yes. But you're my thing." Joshua giggled and rested his cheek on the top of Neku's head, shoulders shaking lightly as he laughed.
Neku flushed a noticeable shade of red. "Right. I totally belong to you, Josh. I don't see a branding or an ownership tag on me," he pointed out and attempted to stay calm.
"Hmhm," The silver-haired composer chuckled, draping his arms over Neku's shoulders, shifting just slightly so he could lean down and speak just inches away from the brunet's neck. "I suppose I should give you something then..."
Neku tensed. "...Give me something?" he repeated slowly and eyed the arms rather questioningly.
"Mm," He replied, lips just barely brushing his skin as he spoke. "Something that shows you're mine..." He whispered, pressing his lips hotly to his neck with little warning, smiling inwardly to himself as he just barely nibbled at the skin.
Neku's hand instinctively went to shove at Josh's shoulders but when he felt the slight nip, the hand that had been batting away the other stilled and instead gripped the fabric of the Composer's shirt in an attempt to almost release tension.
"J-Josh?" he whispered and felt his neck crane further back, eyes lidding halfway as an almost pleased gasp left his lips.
The Composer gave him no reply, moving his lips slowly across his skin, taking his time to hesitantly lick where he initially placed the kiss. He shifted his weight just slightly so he could bring one hand up over the one that grabbed his collar, not pulling or pushing it away, just... holding it. He breathed a sigh, now gently sucking at the newly exposed skin as his partner craned his neck back.
Neku took the hint and shut up. His eyes fell completely shut as he felt his hand that touched Josh's once again go numb. A gasp of undeniable bliss escaped his lips, followed by a visible shudder from the sensation that suckle brought him. His fingers absently curled around Joshua's hand in the meantime.
Seeing as he wasn't met with any sort of resistance, Joshua continued his idle work on the brunet's neck, his free hand moving to the skin of his shoulder, fingers running under the fabric of his top, slowly down his arm... before with another sigh, he released the other boy's hand, his voice coming out in something reminiscent of small gasps. "You. Couch. Now." He whispered, hoping he'd get the hint.
Neku snapped out of his Joshua-induced stupor and turned his head slightly, watching the Composer with hazy eyes. He silently obeyed, his hand pushing down on the cushion as he got up, steadying his body. He sat down some, unable to speak or do anything for this brief moment. His mind was still trying to catch up with what was happening.
Slowly, as if he was about to break something precious, Joshua's leaned up and wrapped his arms around his partner's neck, pushing him back just slightly as he leaned in, pressing his lips Neku's in a moment of fear and complete bliss. There was a good chance he'd reject him completely after this... and he was prepared for that. But for right now, this single little moment in time, he allowed himself to relax, somehow feeling whole with such a simple act of affection.
Neku was more than just his proxy. He had been a friend, an enemy, a brave warrior and strong leader... he never admitted it to anyone, but he was partial to this young boy, even though the Composer shouldn't ever be biased. He'd seen this boy grow, over three long weeks in the sadistic play of his Game... and now, he finally understood exactly why the very thought unnerved him... why he had been so upset to see Neku die a second time, why he had so deeply missed him when he went back to the RG...
"Neku," His whispered, eyes closed as his lips moved warmly over his partner's.
Neku's back made contact with the comfortable couch behind him moments later. His eyes slipped shut, allowing his senses to fully indulge in the rarity of the moment. Thing was, Neku had told Joshua once before that he was Shibuya born and raised, so the days that he was lingering about the areas that also belonged to the UG were extremely common.
Neku's hand found refuge in the perfectly messy, silver hair of Joshua. His fingers curled absently in the mess, memorizing how it felt--he had wanted to know forever. His lips moved slowly against Joshua's, memorizing the feel and wet slide that they produced. "Josh?" he murmured into the kiss, his free arm hooking around the taller boy's waist, holding him close to his own body as he parted his lips absently.
"Mm?" The boy replied in a barely audible mumble, nipping and licking at Neku's bottom lip, sighing at the feel of the other's arms around his waist, the closeness of their bodies heating him in more ways than one. A single moment of panic set in his heart at the question of his name. He was truly scared, afraid that he was about to be pushed away. His hands gripped at the fabric of the couch on either side of Neku, wanting to badly to touch, to feel ... but at the same time, worried he'd overstep an invisible boundary between them.
"Just...surprised," Neku mumbled back and further tangled his fingers in Joshua's hair, never pulling on the delicate strands. He vaguely sensed the other's worry and subconsciously tightened his arm around his partner.
He felt the smallest sense of relief as Neku tightened his arms around his middle, but worry still tugged in the back of his mind. "Is that... a bad thing?" He whispered softly, slowing his barrage of kisses as he looked hesitantly into Neku's eyes. He'll be damned - no, he'd damn himself if he found out later his acceptance was all because of a random surge of hormones.
Neku's hand drifted from Joshua's hair and down onto the older boy's face. His palm shakily rested down onto the warm cheek, his fingers lightly curling in response as his eyes opened to stare fully at the silveret. "Think I tease without reason?" he whispered and pressed an absent kiss to Joshua's jaw, his mind returning to him. Josh. Kissing him. Right. "You do well at hiding it...better than I do," he whispered against the skin.
The Composer let out a heavy sigh, relief washing over him as he finally felt the tension somehow ease away, his hands no longer shaking as they held desperately onto the fabric of the couch. He relaxed, letting his body lay flush against his partner's for the first time, shuddering at how good it felt to be so close. Licking his lips, he slowly moved his fingers to the hem of Neku's shirt, snaking hand up it before his cool fingertips tickled his stomach in a sensual fashion.
A surprised gasp fled from Neku's already parted lips. His cheeks turned a blushing shade of pink as he shut his eyes once more. Although this was so damn...amazing, was it? he couldn't help but wonder... "D-do you mind if Mr. H comes in on us?" Obviously Neku wouldn't be bothered by an
intrusion, but he figured 'Boss' would. He just seemed like the type to get pissed if someone interrupted him out of nowhere--uninvited.
Joshua made something of an annoyed growl, before he breathed out, fingertips curling just slightly against the brunet's stomach as they pulsed a warm white light for but two seconds. He pondered trying to find a way to seal the door to prevent any interruption, but if it was an emergency... well, he was beginning to wonder if he would really care even if the angels showed up at the front door wanting to sell a fresh batch of Girl Scout cookies. Nahh, he figured if Sanae actually came back in anytime soon, he'd take the hint and leave them be. And if he didn't... Joshua didn't really think that far ahead. Perhaps then he'd shove his Producer out and seal the door.
"Screw that." The silver-haired boy replied in barely a mutter, not really sure himself exactly what he meant. All he knew that Neku was here, panting beneath him, skin on skin in more places than one. He pitied the poor soul who tried to interrupt this.
"Screw what?" Neku hummed curiously with a smirk as he tilted his head up and nonchalantly kissed the corner of his partner's lips, his confidence slowly returning. This was Joshua. Surely he could feel comfortable doing this with him. And besides, this wasn't the first time he had imagined his partner above him like this. How could he help it? Joshua was the first guy to ever pay attention to him for more than a passing second...and he was exceptionally amusing and...hot.
The moment their lips met once more, Joshua returned the kiss with vigor - this time raking his tongue over the brunet's bottom lip, before somewhat forcefully sliding it into his mouth, only parting his lips to take a much needed breath every few seconds. "If you...keep tempting me..." He sighed in broken sentences, not exactly wanting to stop altogether to state something he was sure Neku already knew. "It will be...you... in the next five minutes..."
Neku chuckled breathlessly at that, rolling his eyes at the silveret's bluntness. Then again, what did he expect? His breaths were quick, short, and hot as he laid there, his hand absently slipping up the back of Joshua's shirt to explore the pale boy's skin. His lips continued meshing with the other's, his free hand once again tangling in Joshua's hair to keep them lips hard against one another's as a soft moan left the usually uptight, stubborn brunet.
The Composer sighed heavily against Neku's lips at the feel of his hand running up his back, a moment of complete bliss washing over him. Goddamnit it he couldn't take it anymore... With absolutely no prior warning, the silver haired boy leaned up to create some breath room between their two already steaming bodies, and none too tactfully snaked both hands down to the hem of his shorts, fingers delicately but quickly working at the button and zipper, fingers tickling the newly exposed skin right above his boxers.
Neku's mind clouded some but he was completely, fully aware of the situation at hand. His right hand remained buried deep into the soft cluster of silver hair as his left slipped down from Joshua's back and onto his hip. His eyes fluttered open and he watched his partner with slight amusement work at his pants. Joshua wasn't over eager...nope not at all.
He snickered breathlessly and closed his eyes once again, just for a moment. A gasp exited his lips at the foreign touch of fingers near his waistline. His grip on Josh's hair increased a bit in result. "You...sure you're...up for this?" he whispered with a small smirk on his lips.
"Mm, I guess the real question is..." Joshua smiled devilishly - the kind of smile that made his subordinates worry every time he flashed it at someone. Slowly his fingers drug the waistband of his boxers down, his palm pressing hotly on his partner's now semi-exposed erection, feeling his own body heat up at the simple touch. "...are you? Neku" He purred his name like he usually did when he was being a condescending asshole, but he had a feeling the brunet wouldn't take it personally this time.
Neku was about to answer calmly and curtly but the feel of a warm palm against his body had him closing his eyes tightly for a moment. His body shuddered as he released a soft moan. He cracked open an eye and stared at Joshua. "Shut up and kiss me already," Neku breathed and hooked his finger in one of Joshua's belt loops to pull the boy's body back down, flush, to his own with a groan.
The silver-haired boy let out a small surprised gasp, but regained composure quickly and chuckled softly, pressing his lips to Neku's once more. "Of course, dear." He whispered, but it was obvious Joshua was becoming just a little impatient. He wanted something more... he needed it. With an increasingly louder groan, he ground his hips into the boy's beneath him, feeling Neku's hardened erection against his own, albeit with some bothersome clothing still in the way.
Neku released a surprised moan into the kiss. Sure he had wondered about what doing these things would cause, pleasure-wise, but he never imagined the pleasure to be this outstanding. His hips rolled up against his partner's, desperate for more friction. Though...the damn pants Josh was wearing wasn't the best to rub against... It was a bit scratchy…
With a noise that was half a moan and half a sound of determination, Neku's hand began scrambling to undo the other's pants just as quickly as Joshua had done with his own.
Grinning at Neku's somewhat frantic actions, the Composer took this moment to place a hand over his partners, halting his actions with an amazing amount of restraint. "Slow down, Neku..." He giggled, giving him one last kiss before backing up enough to look the brunet in the eye. "Let me do something for you first..." He smiled, his free hand moving to further pull Neku's boxers down, fingers moving just around his most sensitive area, trying to tease him into submission. Slowly he lowered his head, placing a hot kiss on his partner's lower stomach, tongue flicking out just barely enough to taste the skin there.
Neku cocked a brow in frustrated confusion. What the hell was Josh do-...Oh. He groaned a bit, wanting that tongue to go lower and oh god, he couldn't even think anymore. His fingers gave a persistent, gentle tug on the silver hairs, hoping to silently coax the other to go further down and do something.
"G-god Josh...damnit," he cursed, back arching slightly. His sensitive was stomach but he knew, for certain, that elsewhere would be far more sensitive.
Joshua ran his lips down his stomach with a series of warm kisses, fingers slowly moving to touch the base of the brunet's need, his thumb tracing around the length before he wrapped it completely in his hand - and lowered his mouth to encase the tip, tongue running tantalizingly slow down his hardened erection.
Neku released a strangled, almost pained noise but it soon melted into sheer pleasure. He grunted huskily and tangled his hand even further in Joshua's hair, needing more touch and warmth. His back arched once again as he tried to resist the urge to buck his hips into his partner's hand and end the torture right there. But, his resistance only ended up with him trying desperately to get relief, moaning the other's name under his breath with hazy eyes.
Joshua sighed a warm breath onto the very tip, shuddering inwardly at the moan of his name. He absolutely loved that voice... he wanted to hear more of it. He wanted to hear his name again, hear him plead... because by now, the silver haired boy was fairly sure he was past the point of teasing. If Neku wanted it, he would get it. Without a second thought, he slid Neku's member into his mouth, tongue raking across the underside as he sucked, pulling back but never completely letting go. Somehow he was reminded of the cliche he would read in those old dime novels he would find in the bookstores... how the taste of skin suddenly became sweet during the heat of passion. It was partially true - his partner didn't taste bad at all...
" 'Ey Boss, I got a que...s..."
Joshua looked up slowly with initial dread plastered all over his complexion, hand still grasping Neku's erection as Sanae gave the Composer what could only be described as a 'deer in headlights' look. There was a horribly awkward silence before Joshua's dark blue eyes leered at the Producer, giving the man a look of unparalleled annoyance. Any longer and he would be full-on pissed.
Sanae vaguely remembered the last time that happened. A part of Shibuya was actually erased during his rage. A huge shopping center called 'Coolroze'.
Haven't heard of it? Well, there you go.
"OUT." Was all the Composer could muster, voice practically dripping with venom. Sanae actually felt a chill of fear at the severity in his voice, something he hadn't felt in a long time. He wondered for a moment if he scared Phones shitless doing that as well.
"Yessir." He replied quickly, before stepping back out the door, vowing to wait until one of them decided they wanted to talk. He liked having an afterlife.
Neku, who had sat up slightly when he heard the door open, fell back down against the couch, his back hitting the armrest again. He released an uneasy laugh and groan, still turned on to the point of no return. He resisted grinding into the touch the hand offered until Sanae left them the hell alone. Well, what could he say? He warned Joshua.
"Josh..." Neku begged quietly once they were alone again, his eyes half-lidded with unmatchable pleasure. His breathing was frantic as he strained to thrust his hips into that idle hand. He hadn't been aware, up until this moment, how badly he had wanted this.
It was obvious for a few seconds after, Joshua was still fairly pissed at the interruption. Almost dangerously so. Still, it didn't take long before he finally gave in to Neku's soft pleas, unable to just do nothing for that long at all, seeing as he was still needing this as badly as his partner did. "Ohh? What is it, Neku?" He giggled, once again finding that sadistic tendency spurred on by his brief moment of annoyance. He leaned back down, moving only his thumb across Neku's erection, his lips barely brushing the tip as he spoke, grinning up at the boy. "Do you want something?"
"S-stop your damn teasing..." he gasped, the closest to a beg that Joshua would ever hear from Neku's lips. His orangey brown locks were already beginning to dampen from premature sweat as he tossed his head back some, the simple touch of his partner's lips on his tip driving him nuts. He figured he still needed to address the question at hand, fully, so in a choppy gasp he groaned out, "You," to the best of his abilities, mouth hanging somewhat open in a dazed expression.
"Mm, I suppose that will do." The silver-haired boy chuckled, before once again sliding the entirety of Neku's length into his mouth, this time raking just the very edge of his teeth against the sensitive skin as he pulled back, licking the very tip once he got back to the top.
"Joshua...please..." Neku rasped out, his voice stammering and shaky. Actually, that was the closest to a beg he'd ever get. He was even saying please! How polite Regardless, Neku closed his eyes, unable to stare down at his partner in such a situation without wanting to go overboard and thrust into that warm, perfect, sarcastic, wet mouth of his...
"Josh..." he gasped again, toes curling as he strained not to choke the silveret with thrusts.
The Composer grinned, as much as he could anyway, at the continuous pleas, somehow feeling more accomplished with those simple little words than practically anything else he's done in his Game. He wanted to hear it... he wanted Neku to plea, to beg, to moan, to completely lose himself in pleasure. Slowly he ran his mouth down the brunet's length, licking and sucking in very similar treatment he gave his partner's neck not all that long ago. Though he tried so hard to restrain himself and focus only on making Neku feel good, he could help but move his free hand down to the hem of his own pants, finishing the job Neku started and completely undoing them, his hand grasping at his own erection. He couldn't believe how good it felt, and he wasn't even at the receiving end... yet, anyway.
"Are you close, Neku?" Joshua smirked as he licked the tip again, planting a very wet kiss in the same spot, blue eyes looking up at his partner's euphoric expression with anticipation.
"V-very," he stammered hotly and arched his neck back further with a heavy moan. His eyes slipped shut again and he couldn't help but allow his self conscious to slip away as his moans steadily grew louder, alternating between just simple noises to the Composer's name. His hips lifted and fell, almost in a soundless beat, to the ministrations Joshua's mouth was doing.
It felt so good that he frankly couldn't breathe correctly. His breathing was quick, short, and labored as pleasure stained the area beneath his eyelids. His entire body began to heat and tingle in anticipation of an approaching orgasm. "So... close," he choked out in a whimper.
"Then come," Joshua breathed, sliding the brunet's erection back into his mouth completely, licking and sucking, massaging the underside with his tongue in a slightly more forceful manner than he had before, groaning softly as he continued to work on his own hardened length with his hand. He wasn't going to reach his peak just yet though... no, not like this. He had something much better planned.
Rather suddenly, the hand that held the very base of Neku's manhood began to move vigorously on the area he couldn't quite fit into his mouth, holding his breath as he continued to suck with increasing pressure. Just like this... he wanted Neku to lose himself like this. He wanted to feel the empowerment, the satisfaction of knowing only he could send his proxy over the edge.
And Joshua always got what he wanted.
Neku groaned. Even if he tried thinking about something other than Joshua at that moment, he just couldn't. All he could think about was the beautiful silveret between his legs, doing something that he thought he'd never have the guts to do. Something that he had once thought was extremely...gross. But then again, this was Josh, the boy who could get him pissed or affectionate at random.
"Joshua, Josh... gods, yes!" he moaned as he felt heat coil in his stomach. Without further warning, his orgasm slipped and he arched his back at an insane angle, his hands fleeing from Joshua's hair to grip tightly at the couch beneath him as he moved his head in the throes of pleasure. He rode out the orgasm for as long as he could before shuddering and slumping back down flat against the couch, face a hot red.
The silver-haired Composer groaned just slightly at the intrusive gesture, having to take his other hand out of his pants to steady himself against Neku's writhing hips, the sudden invasion of hot white seed making him gag momentarily, before he swallowed as much as he could on reflex. He certainly wasn't expecting to do that... and whoever said the stuff tasted 'good' had to have been insanely high, but it didn't take that much willpower at all to endure it. This was Neku, after all. He'd do more than this if it meant his partner would feel the unparalleled pleasure he knew he was feeling at the moment.
He waited a few moments until the brunet finally collapsed back onto the couch, panting and sweating like he had just ran a marathon. Slowly Joshua pulled back from Neku's now limping member, wiping idly at his lips as he cleaned the remains of the seed from his mouth. "I take it I wasn't bad?" He chuckled softly, hands gently moving across Neku's exposed stomach as he leaned in, placing a kiss on the brunet's jaw.
"Josh..." Neku whispered in an exhausted, oddly soft voice. His arm, that felt entirely numb, hooked around the cocky boy's body as he tilted his head in response to the kiss. Even if he was still on his orgasm high, he still felt the kiss and it made him shiver the slightest. The very idea of Joshua doing all of this was enough to keep him on his toes and shuddering greatly.
His other hand shakily ran along the side of Joshua's face that he could get to, his trembling fingers tracing the pale skin as he struggled for the right words.
"Mm... I'll take that as a yes." He mused, moving just slightly to place a kiss on his ear, before nibbling the lobe gently. "You know..." He whispered, his smile evident in his voice even though Neku couldn't see it. "I still haven't had my turn."
"Really?" Neku laughed quietly and rolled his eyes inwardly, gasping a bit at the attention given to his ear. "Perhaps we should fix that," he murmured, more so to himself as his soft eyes opened, observing the Composer for a few moments. He offered the smallest of true smiles at him before casually reaching out to touch Joshua's hair again, allowing everything that happened to soak in.
For a moment the normally stone cold Composer all but completely melted at the smile Neku gave him, feeling his heart skip a beat. Great, now he's making him act like some love-struck school girl.
"Neku..." He whispered, leaning in and placing a warm, heartfelt kiss on the brunet's lips, wanting to just simply be lost in this moment with him forever - but of course it didn't last long once Joshua's mind wandered to think about just how corny that really was.
Neku was going to be the end of him. He knew it.
With almost agonizingly slow motions, Joshua traveled his hands back down to the brunet's pants, sliding them down in a less graceful manner than he had initially hoped. Deciding he was just a little too impatient, he hooked the pants on the edge of the heel on his foot, simply kicking them off. Hmm... he could get used to stripping him like this.
Neku grinned some at the kiss and watched Joshua with intense amusement. A thought occurred to him as he watched the silveret.
"You positive you're up for this, Josh? You just did almost die...I don't want you to overexert yourself," he admitted and blushed again. As the orgasm from moments prior wore off, he felt a blush appearing. God. He needed to act calm and not so damn girly and blushy and …ack!
"Psh. Like one damn little arrow is going to keep me from you." Joshua smirked, reverting back to his former ego with his reply. "Or perhaps you're scared, Neku?" He purred, blue eyes watching him like he was the unconditional prey.
"I'm not scared," he stated and rolled his eyes promptly. "I don't get scared over things, Joshua. Especially this," he explained and shrugged his shoulders before a grin slipped onto his lips. "Just one question though..." He leaned back some against the couch. "Have you ever done this before?"
"Are you suggesting I'm some heartless playboy?" Joshua faked a gasp, giving him a stare with overdramatically hurt eyes.
"It was just a question," he answered with a small smirk. "So answer before I do suggest that."
He laughed lightly at that, before leaning back up and placing another kiss on his partner's lips. "I died when I was about your age. I hardly had any time to get laid." He smirked at the brunet, but there was an odd tone of sincerity in his voice. "So no, I haven't done this before. The basic concept really doesn't seem all that difficult to understand though... but I can see how it might boggle your brain."
Neku blinked a few times. "I haven't either," he admitted and shrugged. "I know how to do it, so don't go getting your hopes up that I'm brainless. But, if you've never before...why would you want to with--?" he began but was cut short when an annoying beep bounced off his cellphone resting a few feet nearby.
Neku twitched, as if on cue. "...The mission," he stated the obvious.
Joshua let out a groan practically dripping with annoyance, before he reached over to the discarded pants and pulled out Neku's cell from one of the oversized pockets, flipping it open. "Be at the Scramble Crossing in four hours. Fail, and face erasure." He read off the text message with a glare.
Neku sighed and leaned back some. "What a stupid time to send a mission, huh?" he muttered. He hadn't gotten his reason, either. Was he...truly special to Joshua or was this just some game they were playing to keep each other alert and ...well, pleased.
"Damn it, Uzuki... I'm demoting her as soon as this is over." Joshua grumbled, tossing the phone back on top of Neku's shorts, obviously none too pleased. "Give me your hand." He ordered the brunet rather harshly.
"...Sure thing," Neku said hesitantly. Right. Joshua was kind of pissed off now. He offered his hand and eyed Josh, uncertain if he should be scared or not.
He grabbed his partner's hand, staring at it as the timer finally appeared - it was odd how long it took to get there, but he figured the Reapers were having one hell of a time with the Angels right about now. "This is going to hurt." Was all the warning he gave Neku, before he placed his hand over the other boy's and with a crackle of white energy, simply zapped away the timer. The numbers faded away into the form of a liquid similar to blood, before disappearing altogether.
Joshua just didn't mention said act would feel like a bolt of lightning slicing right through your hand. And his angered state didn't exactly dull the effects, either.
Neku threw his head back, wincing in utter pain. "T-t-the hell?" he demanded as his hand trembled some from the onslaught of pain it had been dealt seconds prior. He looked to his partner in confusion and then back down to the hand. Why had he made the timer disappear?
"Told you it would hurt." Was the silver-haired boy's simple reply. Now that he didn't have to worry about that trivial mission, he could finally-
"For god's sake... will you two give it a rest? Phone, put your shorts back on." Sanae groaned as he walked through the door again, slamming down his book on the counter. "I could hear you two from the other room. I'd like to keep my sanity and ask for just one normal moment of your time, Boss."
Joshua sent his Producer a fiery glare, now a little more than pissed. Was everyone out to get him?
Neku jumped up when he heard the voice again. Considering he wasn't' still in the pleasure high, he quickly scrambled to pull his boxers up and snag his shorts, muttering words under his breath as he passed a look to Joshua. He felt a bit bad that the Composer hadn't received a release but he figured he'd be able to repay him sooner or later.
"Sorry," he murmured to Mr. H and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Well, you are teenage boys... at least you are..." Sanae muttered back to Neku, finally putting his cigarette out - only god knows how many he went through just during today's plethora of obstructions. "I oh so hate to interrupt the honeymoon, but I think I found a way to get us out of this mess."
--oo0oo--