Lust (def.): intense or unbridled sexual desire
Hirato prides himself on being a man everyone seems to want. He is handsome and extremely so, with dark hair and dark eyes that bring to mind the nighttime and all the things that occur between the sheets. His body is well-built from years of training and fighting, and he's rarely at anything other than the peak of health. Despite a somewhat suspicious face and manipulative personality, he has an effortless charm about him, not to mention his undeniable sex appeal.
But until Akari, no one has ever managed to make him feel that way.
Hirato wouldn't say it was love at first sight but lust, perhaps. Setting eyes on Akari as a young doctor when Hirato was still in training school, all the boy knew was that he wanted this man across that desk he kept so perfectly in order, to let tidy papers fall to the ground as Hirato ran his hands and lips roughly over every inch of that beautiful skin. He wanted to brush his fingers through that soft blonde hair and to coax his name from Akari's lips at the height of passion.
Needless to say, it didn't happen.
Their first rendezvous isn't until years later, when Hirato is finally a captain of the 2nd Ship and Akari is an established physician at the Research Tower. Alcohol is involved, of course. It's credit of Tsukitachi, who indirectly starts the ball rolling.
Even seated across from one another in the quiet meeting room Tsukitachi has somehow managed to obtain, Hirato can tell his very presence irks Akari. He makes things no better with his teasing. "You're looking very lovely tonight, Akari-san," he comments, more of a truthful compliment than a mockery.
"For once, I had time to bathe before coming here," Akari returns sharply. "I would hope I look passable." And it's true; Akari's hair is combed back in his usual style, but his scrubs and lab coat have been traded for normal clothes, dark slacks and a light colored button down shirt with a dark tie. He would look more at place in a high class bar than in a spare meeting room on the 1st Ship.
"Better than passable!" Tsukitachi announces, grin perched on his face while his drink is in his hand, apparently having already been filled more than a few times.
Hirato smiles knowingly and takes a sip from his glass of wine. "Better than passable is right," he agrees. He leans forward and rests his chin on his hand. "I dare say you look ravishing." Hirato can see a certain light appear in Akari's eyes, and at first, he thinks it's simply a response to his flirtation.
Akari doesn't reply, not verbally at least. Instead he refills his glass, crosses his legs, and takes a sip of wine. His eyes are locked onto Hirato's as he does so, and Hirato can feel a small shiver run down his spine at the oddly sensual look. The captain doesn't react visibly, even when Akari laces his slender fingers through his tie and loosens it. The newly visible skin shouldn't be so provocative, but it is.
Hirato sits back, feeling something close to fire running across his skin, and forces all thoughts of the doctor from his mind. It's a difficult task when the man in question is sitting right in front of him.
For awhile, Hirato thinks the rest of the night will pass without mishap. Any further attempts he makes at flirtation are shot down immediately, despite Tsukitachi's unnecessary help. Whether luckily or unluckily, far more interesting events occur later.
Unsurprisingly, Tsukitachi manages to drink himself into a stupor and eventually passes out on the couch. Hirato expects his snores can be heard all the way into the hallway.
"I don't know why he bothers gathering us together if he's just going to complain about women and fall unconscious," Akari complains. While not drunk to the point of stupidity, Hirato notices a flush to his face that wasn't there before.
"We really ought to move him," Hirato says. Akari nods in agreement, but neither makes an effort to rise from his seat. "…At the very least, we should cover him up before he falls ill." Hirato stands with a stretch. "I'll retrieve a blanket from one of the other rooms."
"Don't bother," Akari replies curtly, standing as well and loosening his tie the rest of the way. His shirt comes off next, stripped painfully slowly from his torso, and Hirato stays immobile as Akari lays his shirt over Tsukitachi. "It's foreign-made," he explains, his back still turned to the dark haired man. "I ordered it specially to be warmer than the clothes I've found here."
Enough of this. Hirato grabs ahold of Akari's wrist and swings him around until they're facing. The doctor's foot hits an empty bottle (courtesy of Tsukitachi), and in an attempt to stay upright his fingers wrap around Hirato's wrist too. It only manages to cause both of them to fall to the ground, but Hirato doesn't miss a beat. His lips meet Akari's in a way that is very obviously not accidental. Akari doesn't hold back either, wrapping his arms around Hirato's shoulders and opening his mouth just long enough for Hirato to slip a tongue inside. Hirato half expects the other man to bite him, but aside from a nip on his lower lip, Akari doesn't appear to be dangerous. Hirato can feel the doctor shift under him, and when Hirato pulls his leg up to get better leverage, his knee hits Akari's inner thigh and earns him another, rougher bite on the lip. He switches tactics and places heated kisses along Akari's jawline and down across his bare chest. Akari is quiet when the first syllable of Hirato's name escapes him, but it's enough to make Hirato want him even more.
At a much louder than usual snore from Tsukitachi, Hirato comes to his senses and takes his lips from Akari's body, no matter how much he wants to continue. He and the other captain may be good friends, but he highly doubts Tsukitachi would appreciate him having sex with Akari while he's unconscious on the couch.
"I have waited far too long to do that," Hirato murmurs, his lips even with Akari's but a few inches higher. He can feel the other man's breath on his face, and his eyes search Akari's.
Akari turns his head to the side and lets his arms down, pushing against Hirato's chest with his palms. "Let me up already," he mutters, but Hirato can detect a note of disappointment in his voice at being interrupted.
Akari is far too good at making Hirato want him, but in the end, both get what they're after.
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A/N: I'm so so so sorry that this is somewhat late, even if it is only by 50 minutes according to my time. I was crazy busy today... A million apologies. Also, if you're disappointed by the lack of actual sex, I'll be finishing up a sex!fic for these two sometime next week.