yourhatred | appointment's post

[What's this, Law? Plans on his birthday?

Clearly unexpected. He'd almost forgotten about it, really. (Except he hadn't.)]

Are we?

[Sounds promising, anyway.]

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We are.

[Leaning in the doorway.]

Got the whole place to ourselves.

And what place would that be?

[Obvious or not, Itachi enjoys asking.]

The hot springs~

[The entire bathhouse, including the natural pools empty, and no one for miles. Which is perfect considering certain major DF weaknesses.]

I assume you mean for us to leave immediately?

[He smiles a little, going to retrieve the necessary items.]

That's kinda the plan.

Very well.

[It's not like he has much to get anyway. He'll only be a moment retrieving them, at which point he'll return to Law.]

Shall we go?

We shall.

[He's going to hook his arm with Itachi's and off they go to the teleporters at the Rec center. Next stop: Hot springs!]

[He's not sure how to feel about the arm-hooking, but he goes along with it anyway. Because why not?

Teleporters it is. He hasn't spent much time at the hot springs yet, so this should be a pleasant experience for both of them.]

[It's not something he usually does, but it's nice to have Itachi close. It makes up for when the spirits had them, and how distant and indifferent and troublesome he was.

He doesn't feel normal yet. Law can still feel Hyt's touch inside, imagines the power bubbling under his skin, even though the spirit had left him on the fourth. Sometimes he thinks he's still possessed.

It'll fade. It has to fade, and even if it doesn't, he has to go on. He won't sever the pacts, because they're too useful, but he'll be much more careful with the spirits from now on.

And before he knows it, they're at the hot springs and the traditionally styled building and grounds are right before them.]

They did it up nice, don't you think? [As he stops with the arm hooking and goes to open the front door.]

[Itachi was less shaken by the possession than he should have been. Perhaps it's because he and the spirit, aside from its oddly bipolar tendencies, shared a certain understanding for each other. Uchiha didn't use the water element much by nature, but it had ended up his second.

As such, being in this place actually brings him more comfort than it would normally. He smiles at what he can see of it.]

Yes, it's very pleasant. Reminiscent of home.

[Lucky, though Law can't understand why most people seem to be less shaken then they should be, or not at all. The spirits hadn't asked and the joining had been intimate. It had been violating.

As for commonalities, Law and Hyt had shared those too. But it had been that of trauma. Paranoia, distrust, unwillingness to care to avoid more pain, and a certain focus on their own pain and unwillingness to listen to the other in the body. It had taken giving up and listening to the spirit to understand that.]

I know. This kind of style of onsen is very popular in some regions of mine as well.

[And the door opens and the faint scent of something spicy hits Law's nose as he steps into the main hall. Somebody's been burning incense again, probably the last users of the springs. The smell lingers forever.]

[Itachi's own nose wrinkles when he walks in, but it isn't unpleasant. This too is something familiar.]

I'm surprised there aren't more people here regularly.

[Law hasn't cleared it out for them, has he?]

[He has not. However there are subtle signs of people coming in and out. The place was used the day before most likely.]

The majority of use is seasonal, though. Now that it's warm, traffic should pick up.

Gotta remember a lot of villagers come from worlds where communal bathing, at least in the nude, is frowned upon or not common. So if they do come up, they're usually in bathing suits and only coming for a party and not actually to bathe.

[At least, that's his experience in Luceti so far.]

This is true.

[He can understand this cultural difference. Some people are simply raised to care differently about their privacy.]

Thankfully, [And here he smiles at Law again.] I have no such hang-ups.

[And here Law grins and playfully nudges Itachi's hip with his own as the enter the men's change room. This feels better - just being able to banter teasingly.]

Oh good. [And speaking of being a tease... watch him slooooowly strip off his shirt.] Because I don't either.

Then hopefully we won't find ourselves with company that doesn't approve.

[Itachi is at least going to make him wait until they get to the men's changing room. If only to tease him a little more.]

[OHO~ SO THERE'S TURNAROUND.

... he likes that. And he'll just amp up that teasing then a little, partner, because it's good fun.]

... they'll just have to soldier on if they don't. We did get here first after all.

[In the change rooms at last. Here's a nice woven basket to place his clothes in and a shelf to lean his sword against. He wonders if he should take a weapon into the actual bathing area; it'd be just sensible back home.

... he'll follow Itachi's lead on that.

There. That's one item of clothing off. Now what shall he strip off next?

Maybe he should make it a game.]

[For his part, Itachi doesn't say anything as he goes about undressing. He's wearing two layers, and he makes sure to slip each piece off one at a time rather than both at once.

Once his chest is bare, he takes his time letting his wings stretch out now that they're free of any confinement - not that he'd had them beneath his clothing to begin with.]

[Mmmmhmmm... that's a nice view you're uncovering there. Excuse him as he enjoys your teasing, Itachi.

And presses on with his own.

For his own part, Law has boots and socks to get off and put away before he even attempts his jeans. He hums silently to himself as he takes his own sweet time about it. There's no hurry.

Then he slowly allows himself to straighten, fingers sliding past the belt, up as the movement turns into a stretch (and his wings were covered and they're a bit stiff, so they spread too), then back down to hook slightly in the waist of his jeans.

Now the fun part. And he knows if Itachi acts like he's indifferent to the show and not paying attention, that's not the case whatsoever.

A ninja is always aware of his surroundings after all.]

[Always aware.

Though getting a good view of this would be better if - there we go. Itachi's Sharingan activates, the one red eye just visible with the slight turn of his head.

He slips off sandals, but nothing else for the moment as he watches as best as he can. It's nothing he hasn't seen before, but it's a little different in a place like this than in the bedroom.]

[It's a different place, a public space, and though they're alone and they'd detect anyone approaching long before they managed to stumble onto them, there's still that tiny thrill that comes with the remote possibility of getting caught with their pants down. Literally.

Law keeps eye contact with Itachi as he slowly undoes his belt, removing the tanto strapped to the back of it and dropping it on the growing pile of folded clothes in the basket. Then the belt drops down beside it.

No hurry. There's no anticipation that builds if he does, and both of them wouldn't enjoy this as much.

He toys briefly with the button of his jeans before undoing it. Draws down the zipper of his fly...]

[Itachi's gaze doesn't waver. And although it may look to an outside as if he's showing the same amount of emotion he would while watching paint dry, there's an extra spark in his eye that Law would easily be able to recognize.

Go on, pirate. You have an audience.]

[Mmmm...

So he does.

Dusky skin reveals itself inch by inch as fingers slide down thighs to push clinging denim. Until the pants are past his knees and fall to the floor by themselves. Nothing but the boxers now.

Law steps free of them, and then slides into a crouch to pick up his jeans, never once breaking eye contact. He straightens languidly, folds then and then drops them into the basket.

Then his hands hover of the waistband of his underwear and he draws the moment out until his fingers hook there. There's a silent question in eyes that are also sparking.

Shall he continue, or should he wait until Itachi gets off his own pants to press on?]

[Itachi mutters a low "hm", a finger on his own waistband, before speaking up.]

These eyes of mine... They might make this task a bit difficult.

I might require a helping hand.

[It's a terrible excuse, but he doesn't honestly care.]

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