Tell me what to BELIEVE.

Shogo quirked his head to the side before a smile settled on his lips. He released Shin, his hands instead moving to undo his pants. He tossed them aside, taking a seat back on his bed and motioning for Shin to come closer. “Well then, how about I give you what you want, hm?”

What must Sibyl think of all this? Was the collective wracking their collective brains trying to figure out what had gone so wrong in their young inspector that he found himself on his knees with a terrorist. 

“Come, Inspector.”

     TO think that’s he’s reduced himself to something so low that he would get on his knees for a criminal ... ah, seriously. There was no point in thinking about this anymore. As he motioned for him to come closer, he obediently approached like a little puppy, eager to claim his treat.

     With trembling fingers, he reached to reluctantly but gently wrap his fingers around his length to begin with slow and steady strokes, so he could start pumping him to hardness. He wondered, how hard could he make the other ? While he had next to no experience to this kind of thing, he could at least imagine what he could do to rouse him, even if it was just a bit. With a moment’s hesitation, he soon closed his eyes and leaned forward to give his tip an experimental lick while he continued with pumping him. He couldn’t help but wonder if it was too soon to go any further. He timidly glanced up to see the other’s reaction to see if he should go on. 

“Oh, you certainly did miss me.” If not even the threat of another interruption could keep the inspector from his lust it was a strong motivator indeed. Shogo felt just a hint of pride rising at that realization and he slipped his hand beneath Shin’s jaw to gently lift the other man’s head so their eyes could meet.

“Why ever do you want me so much, hm?”

     AS the other made a rather particular remark, he resisted the urge to retort, as he felt ashamed to even admit to that. But even so, he kept silent with brows a bit furrowed and his blush still spreading even deeper. 

     However, his embarrassment was momentarily cast aside as a gentle hand tilted his jaw up so their gazes would meet. His next words sent his eyes widening and a beat to his heart. He tensed and attempted to avert his gaze elsewhere. Somehow, he wasn’t even surprised that the other would play coy like this, only to see his reactions.

Chrom glanced over his shoulder when the inspector called his name. Ah…he, how funny. Did he just called his name without having something to say? That’s so like him. He did not rush him in whatever he wanted to say so he kept quiet. “You..want to hang out with me?” Alright, that was not expected or was it? Shin was there when it all happened, he still remembers his tries to have a casual talk when he was still in the laboratory to check his CC. He is a good guy but should he remain by his side when it is not necessary? 

“You are not afraid to cloud your color being near me?” He rather gets locked back into that damn cold laboratory than get the inspector to change color. Shin did not deserve this life, he did nothing wrong. “Thank you…” he mumbled before continue walking. “You don’t have to do anything for me, inspector. An enforcer like me does not deserve your kindness.” another puff of air escaped his lips. “Goodnight, inspector….” not looking at the other he tried to take another path whilst Shin insist on continuing this conversation. Chrom did not dislike being near Shin it is just…not fair…really…one mistake and his life went downhill…was he jealous? Maybe. This is why not even with medication or training his hue level went down. He is scared and envious. If only he could go back in time, save Emm and nothing would have gone wrong….if only.

     ❝ YES ! I want to spend time with you ! ❞ Ah, shoot. He replied a bit too eagerly. He didn’t want to appear strange in front of the Enforcer but, oh well. What was important here was that he needed to act like himself and hopefully, the other would get the impression that he was interested in getting to know him with positions aside.

     ❝ But uh, no. I’m not afraid. And besides, if I were afraid, I don’t think I would be here in the first place but I do want to get to know you better ... ❞ But despite his efforts, it wasn’t long before he basically turned him down. He felt disappointment rising in his chest but he didn’t want to give up just yet unless he decided to tell him to stop bothering him.

     WHEN it came to Makishima, he slipped far too easily into temptation’s grasp. Honestly, he felt so pathetic but ah, what the hell. It was far too late for regrets at this point. With a gulp, he slowly made his way over and lowered himself to his knees on the ground, with his face levelled right at the other’s crotch. He felt the heat already spreading across his cheeks.

Good and great:

A laugh crossed Shogo’s lips and his eyes fell closed with a soft murmur of approval. The inspector was just full of surprises, “That depends on how much you’d like to be hurt. Believe it or not I derive very little pleasure from the suffering of others.” 

Shin’s enthusiasm came as a surprises in and of itself and Makishima’s eyes opened as he lulled his head back to stare into one of the many cameras watching them. How much more could he push this, how much would Sibyl allow their inspector to worship at the alter of Makishima Shogo? He shot the watchers a lazy smile before undoing his belt and buttons and slipping out of his pants, letting one bare foot nudge Shin away.

“Well then, on your knees, inspector.”

     MAKISHIMA'S instructions sent a shiver down his spine. He couldn't believe how aroused he was getting from this whole thing. A bare foot nudged him out of his momentary awe as he watched him slip off his pants and he moved to comply. Just as he got on his knees, there was a call ring, sounding from the communicator on his wrist. Panic immediately rose and he drew away as he realized what the situation was here. He soon hurried to check the caller ID and to his dismay, it was his partner, Shoichi.

     He stood himself straight on the ground and rushed to fix his appearance. Gods, what the hell was he doing ? Of course they would stop him before anything else happened ! Even if Shoichi could potentially be calling him about another assignment, the possibility that this timing was coincidential, was next to zero. Perhaps this was indeed Sibyl’s first warning to the inspector ... which meant that he was pushing at the limit. God, he was really on the knife’s edge at this point. 

     As he finally fixed himself up, he gazed the other with a sort of ... conflicted expression. While he was disappointed that they were forced to stop this whole thing, what he was more concerned about, was the possibility that he wouldn’t be able to see him again. He honestly couldn’t understand his own feelings but he didn’t care anymore. All he knew was that, he loathed the idea of never meeting him again. It made him ... frustrated. He couldn’t find any words to describe this emotion but it wasn’t a pleasant one. 

     ❝ ... I don’t know why but, I don’t regret anything we’ve done anymore. But ... I would be incredibly stupid if I risked anything more. ❞ Perhaps, he would at least be allowed simple visits. Now, that was just wishful thinking but as long as nothing else happened then it was fine right ? Oh, who was he kidding; he could never control himself in the end. 

“Well now, there’s a fun suggestion. See how nice it is to make choices?” Shogo all but shoved Shin off of him and sat up, unbuttoning his own shirt and shrugging it off. “Well then, show me what you want.”

Laughing gently, Makishima guided Shin to the pale skin of his throat, tipping his head back ever so slightly. “Start here…don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you unless you ask me nicely.” He murmured, pulling Shin in close. How much longer would this one’s superiors let this go on, he wondered - surely they must be close to stopping the Inspector or perhaps they were simply watching, waiting to see his choices.

     SHIN was sent in mild surprise when he was shoved off but it quickly as faded as he watched the other strip off his shirt. If his face could get any hotter then he might as well be burning up because the fact that this was happening was really dawning on him now.

     He swallowed the lump in his throat as he was guided right to his throat. He pressed his palms down against the mattress and started to plant soft kisses right at his adam’s apple. He trailed down, pecking at his skin with butterfly kisses and midway, he began to drag his tongue down to his collarbone. However, the other’s last words rang in his mind which caused him to still with his actions momentarily.

“Mmmm, now that’s no fun.” It was Shogo’s turn to pout, but all the same he accepted the kiss, letting his lips part with a gentle sigh. “You know I prefer my partners…enthusiastic.” 

Laughing, he put a hand on Shin’s chest and pushed him away gently. “What is it that you want, hm? Do you want to leave? Or do you want to pin me down to this bed and let all your frustrations out? Or how about having me on my knees, hm? I’ve been told I have a clever tongue. Or I suppose I could have you begging for me, is that what you want?” He met Shin’s eyes, a lazy smile forming, “Tell me. Or show me. But whatever you do make it genuine.”

     OF course that answer didn’t satisfy him. ❝ Well ... it’s not that I don’t want to but rather, it’s more like ... I don’t know where to go from here ? ❞ He admitted with a mumble. It was evident that Shin had no experience in this sort of thing whatsoever but he supposed if he wanted anything to happen, he needed to be more ... direct. 

     ❝ ... ❞ Hearing those suggestions, left him utterly speechless for one and two, did it make his face go completely red. Honestly, all those ideas were pretty appealing but did he even have the guts to say it aloud ? What did he want to do anyways ? Given that he’s had absolutely zero experience in all this, made it difficult. ❝ I - I ... don’t -- ... uh. ❞ If he’s compared all their times together ... wasn’t Shin usually the submissive one ? He was always dancing in the palm of his hand and not to mention, he just so easily took whatever Makishima threw at him. Come to think of it, Hitoshi teased him about having a masochistic streak once before and now he was actually starting to believe he did have one. Not entirely though. But given what he was doing earlier ... perhaps he did want to see the other in a more submissive position ? Seeing him on his high-horse at times pissed him off honestly. He dropped his head a bit as he felt his dignity rip to shreds just thinking about all this. Ah, how humiliating.