I have a new AU with Mika and Takeo and I didn't know where to start but I wanted to write something so I just picked a scene and went from there. For context, the "Freakout! At the Cage Fight" (honestly, I reworded just so I could make that joke) refers to the boys going on a date to the Underground cage fight ring/arena that Tak used to fight at before he lost his sponsor and got booted (he was told to throw a match, but the dude tried to stab him, so he killed him oops). Anyway, Mika basically offers to sponsor Takeo instead and, unfortunately, that causes Takeo to kind of lose it because 'why are you being nice to me?????'. I would also like to note that generally, they're both pretty self-centred and cold or apathetic. Mika could probably be diagnosed with ASPD (psychopathy) and Takeo has killed multiple people. Literally the only people they care about are themselves and each other. Too much context? Maybe.
Lunch had just broken and Mikael was fighting the urge to pace. James, standing next to him, was griping about something but Mika wasn't really listening. He had spotted Takeo first thing that day, but hadn't seen hide nor hair of him since. Takeo hadn't skipped class once after they had hooked up that first time. It wouldn't have been unusual before that, but this time Mika was worried. The ‘freakout at the cage fight’ had been Friday night, and he hadn't heard from Takeo all weekend. Now he seemed to be avoiding him at school too. If Mika had fucked this up by pushing Takeo too hard and too fast, he was going to lose his mind. He had never wanted someone this intensely. He knew Takeo wanted him too, but the other boy had major trust issues. It's not like Mika blamed him. Mika was usually the one to give people trust issues. He loved to mess with people, to fuck them up, to destroy them. He had never given a shit about any of them. But, fuck his life, despite everything he was, he cared about Takeo. He cared what Takeo thought of him. He needed Takeo to trust him. He kind of hated how important that was to him, but he hated even more the thought of the boy slipping through his fingers. Mikael wasn't used to losing what was his.
Mikael was jarred back to reality by a vice grip on the arm and suddenly being yanked away from his group. Who the fuck would dare treat him like this? He spun his head around as he stumbled along behind the unknown assailant and saw gorgeous, shining black hair. Oh, it was Takeo. The source of his distraction was dragging him off somewhere. Mika had a faint hope that it was for a quickie, but that was pretty damn unlikely. Everything about Takeo was tense. He was frustrated, angry. All Mika wanted to do was soothe him. Wanted to give him everything he had ever wanted or needed. But that had been part of the issue in the first place. For Takeo, nothing came for free. Every apparent kindness came at a price. Absolutely look that gift horse in the mouth because the person offering was always trying to screw you over and use you. Mika making the same mistake again would just make his mood even worse. So he wisely kept his mouth shut as he was pulled into the sports storeroom and his back was slammed against a wall, arms pinned on either side of his head.
“What the hell do you want from me?” Takeo was snarling in Mika’s face. He could see the fear and desperation warring with desire in Takeo’s eyes. He normally wasn’t so expressive, but this was clearly driving him to his limits. And this was the crux of his fear - what was Mika getting out of this? “Why me?”
Was Mika a borderline pathological liar? Sure. But why lie to Takeo? The boy he adored so much could see straight through his bullshit. If he tried to charm and manipulate, all he would do would be push Takeo even further away. And what would normally be a fight against every fibre in his being, came out easy. Because Takeo was the only person that made telling the truth feel natural.
“I want you.” He didn't hesitate in his answer. “Just you. Standing beside me. Kissing me. Fucking me. Choking me. Holding my fuckin’ hand. I don't care. I want to date you. I don't need anything else from you. I just want you to keep looking at me.”
Takeo was trying to get a read on him, trying to figure out if there was anything hidden in Mikael's words.
“But… Why me?”
Another easy question.
“Because I don't have to think about it.” He continued when Takeo looked confused. “I'm never trying to hide when I'm with you. I never have to put on a mask and play pretend. I don't have to mould myself to fit whatever expectations you have for me. You interest me, you make me happy, you look after me. You fuck like a beast, too. For the first time in my life, I feel like I can relax when I'm with you and just be me. Honestly, I don't entirely know why either. But I don't care. Why should I give a shit about the ‘why’ when wanting you just feels easy?”
Takeo's grip on his wrists loosened, and Mika tried not to pout about it. Probably wasn't a good time. He was looking down at the ground between them now, clearly trying to figure something out.
“But, it has to be secret, right? You want to be with me, but not in public?”
Okay, that had caught Mika off guard in a way he rarely was.
“What the fuck are you on about?”
“You don't want people to know, right? Your reputation or some shit.” Takeo still wasn't looking at him and Mika was starting to get annoyed now. “You don't interact with me at school. You wanted a cafe where people wouldn't see us. You don't even stand close to me if we're not somewhere private.”
Oh, for lord's sake. This absolutely adorable, clingy, touch-starved idiot. Mika wriggled one of his hands free and promptly whacked Takeo over the side of his head. That got those deep, dark eyes right back on him.
“Firstly, I like to pick date spots away from people because I think it's none of their business and the fuckwits I know are nosy little shits. Second, I wasn't overly public, especially at school, because we hadn't had a chance to talk about it, I didn't know what you wanted, and I didn't want to freak you out. Thirdly, can you fuckin talk to me next time instead of this utter bullshit? I have been scared out of my mind that I had chased you away and we could have avoided all these fucking assumptions if you had let me get close enough to fucking talk. You fuck-”
He was cut off by a kiss. It was hard, urgent, but at the same time full of relief and apology. Takeo’s lips slotted against his like matching puzzle pieces and Mikael thought he might actually start believing in a God just from the happiness he felt. If Takeo was kissing him, then it was going to be okay. His lover (his boyfriend? He should check that) pulled away and Mika didn’t even try to hide his needy whine at the loss. He tried to use his free hand to pull Takeo back to him, but it was quickly recaptured and pinned in its original position.
“Are we good then?” He asked. There were probably some additional details that they needed to figure out, but that could wait.
“Mm… Nearly.”
Ok, maybe not all of the details could wait.
“Prove it. Stop hiding me. You want me by your side? Let me stand there. Let people see me with you.”
Mika hesitated. That was the worst thing he could have done. Takeo’s face twisted in betrayal and anger. He tore away from Mika and backed up within the small space of the storage shed.
“Fuck you. Do you have any idea what you do to me? I need you! I would do fucking anything for you! I… Fuck! I would give you everything without a goddamn question. And there is only one fucking thing I want from you! Just one… One thing…”
Shit. Takeo. Stoic, brutal, apathetic Takeo. His Takeo. Takeo was crying. His baby was crying. And he, who took such pleasure in making others cry, felt like his heart was going to shatter into a million pieces. Because it was his fault. He didn’t want this. If it had been anyone else making Takeo this upset, Mika would have slit their throat himself. Why the hell had he hesitated? Why did he instinctively want to hide Takeo away? It didn’t matter. Whatever his reasons had been, none of them mattered. No one in his entire life had ever had him reduced to scrambling for forgiveness, to back-peddling and pleading to get their approval. Until Takeo.
“No, baby, I’m sorry. Please. I’ll show you off. I’ll make sure everyone knows you’re mine. I swear. I will. I’ll prove it. Please, let me prove it. I can’t lose you. Just… Let me go one step at a time? Like, maybe not immediately start making out in the school corridors? That can happen! I can do that! Just, maybe not right away? I’ll… Hey, my birthday is this weekend, remember? I’m having a house party. You’re invited, obviously. I’ll let you call the shots there. Stand close, hold my hand, make out with me in front of everyone. Whatever you want. Then school. And the Underground. And I’ll take you on a date in the middle of the city. Please. I’m sorry. Don’t leave. I’m sorry.”
God, what the fuck was wrong with him? He didn’t ramble, he didn’t beg, and he certainly didn’t apologise. Where the hell was that slick charm and golden tongue? It all fled in the face of this boy. Said boy was looking at him now with narrowed eyes.
“...Will you at least acknowledge me at school until then?”
“Yes.”
No hesitation this time.
A few more seconds passed by agonisingly slowly until Takeo finally breathed out a long sigh and rubbed his eyes.
“Shit. I can’t believe I fucking cried. Haven’t cried since I was five or something. I hate that you can do this to me. You’re the only person in the fucking world that could do this. Fine. Birthday party. Text me the details. Until then, you won’t get anything from me. No kissing, no sex, nothing. You can fucking wait. Fair?”
“You’re gonna kill me. Yes, it's fair. But I’m still gonna sulk about it.” And shit, it was only Monday. By the weekend he was going to be pent up beyond belief. “I want you to kiss me now though. One for the road. To get me through the week.”
He was absolutely pushing his luck. Luckily, a small smile grew on Takeo’s face and suddenly he was once more being crowded against the wall. Lips were pressed against his, a tongue was trying to block off his air supply, and his arms were finally around Takeo’s neck, pulling him even closer. This was what he so desperately needed. This was a reminder, a reassurance, that Takeo might be angry at him, but he still loved Mika.
Takeo kissed him deep and long. His fingers were digging into Mika’s sides in a way that would probably leave marks, exactly how Mika liked it. And then he was gone. Chuckling cruelly as he stepped back, turned around, and walked out of the shed, leaving Mika behind, panting and slightly stunned. In the sudden absence, Mikael felt his cock twitch and burst out laughing. He had absolutely deserved that. Takeo had got him good.
