Of Double Lives and Negotiations

Kōki having a bit of a double life was certainly a surprise to Seijūrō.

There was the side that everyone knew about: hard-working, intelligent, just a bit of a coward and focused on the good of the team rather than his own personal gain, but then there was this side, in which he could become loud and angry, and sometimes downright violent, as was proved when he 'accidentally' kicked the table over (it wasn't an accident; Seijūrō had seen the flash in his eyes and the kick had been very well placed). He handled losing at basketball, shogi, chess—whatever Seijūrō proposed they do together—very well, but lose one battle in Pokémon and he turned into some sort of rabid monster.

"I fucking lost again. I need to level up more." He got into a position which suggested he was going to spring off the sofa and tightened his hands around the DS as Seijūrō watched in incredulity. Where exactly was this Kōki when he wanted an interesting basketball match?

"Kōki."

"Hmm?"

Oh, and one more thing. He became very neglectful when he was distracted by that damn game. He hadn't even looked at Seijūrō, just turned his face slightly.

"You could save and just leave it for now, couldn't you?"

"Five more minutes. I don't need that much more to be able to beat this bastard."

"You said that half-an-hour ago."

"Did…?" he trailed off, not even bothering to finish the sentence.

"Kōki," Seijūrō said insistently.

"Uh… yeah?" He swore under his breath and punched at some of the buttons.

Before he did something drastic or start whining too much, he decided to start kissing his neck instead. It was the kind of thing that worked usually, especially when he combined it with a few bites.

He did sigh, and for a moment Seijūrō felt slightly triumphant, until he saw that the game hadn't been stopped. And that made Seijūrō wonder whether he was sighing as a result of the kissing or because of something that had happened to the pixels.

This was war.

"Five more minutes, I promise."

This was ridiculous. He was considering begging—that was how far it had come.

"There's a lot of other things we can do in those five minutes, Kōki," Seijūrō said.

"This game only just came out… fucking…" The chain of expletives was really rather impressive, but in this context it just irritated Seijūrō, so he took the console from him. Kōki blinked and made a strange noise, trying to leap over to the other side of the sofa where Seijūrō had tossed it and struggling when he couldn't break free from him. "No, let me just save it. Please."

Seijūrō glared down at him and Kōki looked at him with wide eyes. "Give me one good reason why I should let you."

He struggled again, seeming more panicked, until he bit his lip. "I'll let you do anything you want to me."

As a proposition, that was certainly intriguing, but still… "You would sell your body for a video game?" At this point Seijūrō was wondering whether Kōki would sell him for a video game.

"For that game."

There were quite a few things that Seijūrō could think of that would be worth letting him free for another five minutes. He considered it from all the angles he could. "How long would I have your body for?" He had been raised to think of everything as a business proposition, after all.

Kōki frowned. "Uh, three hours?"

"Five."

"I'll be exhausted."

"Five."

"How about four?"

"Five."

"This isn't how negotiating works, Sei," he muttered. "Four and a half. That's my final offer."

"I suppose we can skip some of the foreplay," he mused, grinning when Kōki blushed. Seijūrō pressed a kiss to his lips. "Deal." He let Kōki dive for the console and sat back to watch him for the five minutes. At least it would give him some time to plan everything.