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[murderingjustice]

[The red eyes focus on the ornaments on the mask pushed up, lips pursing into a small frown when the memory from the earlier clicks. The dance, flamboyant gestures and all the flirting.]

How did you know it was me?

[chemex]

Before? I didn't. [His arms draw them closer, and he bows his neck forward to put his face against Goro's shoulder.] I had an inkling, you felt familiar. But I wasn't sure.

[murderingjustice]

[Goro replies by closing his eyes and wrapping his hand around Akira's back, lazily stroking him through the fabric.] I couldn't recognize anyone in there for a quite while either.

[He nods in agreement, his body automatically relaxing against Akira's. It's the same body, the same warmth that he had felt before. No wonder it had felt so natural, it all makes sense now.]

Though, I'm not sure if I should be flattered or offended that you decided to give up on the chase so easily.

[chemex]

It wasn't just you, I couldn't recognize anyone either. [He relaxes against Goro, in turn, and his voice drops quieter.] I didn't really have the energy to fight against something I hoped would wear off.

[murderingjustice]

Uhhuh. [He hums soothingly in Akira's ear, softly swaying them along the distant music.]

I feel the same but.. I do not think I would've been so forward if I didn't know it was you on some level.

[chemex]

[He rumbles a faintly pleased sound, shrugging his shoulders.] I have that effect on people. [He turns his head and ever so gently places his lips against Goro's throat.]

[murderingjustice]

[The light touch on the tender skin has immediate effect. A faint pink dusts over his cheeks underneath the mask. His eyes automatically quickly scans their surroundings, but luckily they're alone, everyone else too busy with the party.]

Oh? [He cocks his head to the side, hand traveling to comb through the dark curls.] How many hearts did you manage to steal during your escapades, thief?

[chemex]

[You'll pull his hair out of his dumb little ponytail, Goro. Akira just rumbles.] I didn't recognize any of them, but at least a couple.

[One hand shifts and places itself over Goro's heart.] One, for sure, I hope.

[murderingjustice]

[Well, he's starting to see why you like his hair tied so much. Goro leans his upper body back to create just enough space that he can look down at Akira's hand.]

Cheeky. [He huffs, and takes a sip of his drink.]

[chemex]

And hopelessly in love with you, [He adds, smiling still but dropping his hand. He moves away a little, enough to lean on the balcony railing and sigh, folding his arms over it and then pillowing his head on his folded arms.]

Now I just gotta hope the mask keeps me anonymous enough to get out of here without people stopping me. [He's tired for no real reason.]

[murderingjustice]

[Goro follows Akira with his eyes and then joins him, leaning his backside on the railing. He finally pulls his own mask over his eyes, resting it against the back of his head.]

Should I be worried now? [He teases, free hand reaching out back to play with Akira's ponytail.] But if someone comes to bother you I suppose I could be your knight in shining armor and defend your honor.

[chemex]

[He laughs faintly, shaking his head.]

Nothing that needs defending, I'm just tired. [He leans into Goro's hand at the base of his neck.]

[murderingjustice]

So you've been behaving tonight? Aside from stealing the hearts of the unassuming.

[Goro keeps teasing while stroking Akira's cheek, ever so fondly.] Are you too tired or can I have the last dance of the night? No masks.

[chemex]

[He makes a chastised face, shrugging his shoulders.] Am I ever really behaving, truly?

[He leans into Goro's palm, then straightens up and reaches out to put both his hands at the base of his skull.] I'm never too tired for you.

[murderingjustice]

[Goro takes another sip from his glass and places it on the railing next to it, reaching to remove his mask completely and placing it next to it. After unmasking himself completely he steps back into Akira's personal space, placing his own hands on top of his shoulders, fingers skimming down along his arms -- appreciating the slim muscles.]

I didn't say this before but that is a good look for you. My thief.

they're so fucking gay i cannot stand them lol

[chemex]

[His cheekbones dust pink, but he just reaches back out to keep contact once Goro returns from putting down his drink and his mask.] Only the best for you, my Prince.

they're so insufferably gross i know

[murderingjustice]

[The nickname brings a quick heat on Goro's face and throat feel tighter for a brief moment. Swallowing air he holds back an embarrassed grin.]

Just this once. [He croaks, sliding his fingers along Akira's forearm before wrapping his arms around the other's waist.] Just this once I let you get away with that nickname.

[chemex]

[Akira just hums, pleased, putting one hand on Goro's shoulder and claiming one of his hands with the other.] Guess I'd better cherish it then, hm?

[murderingjustice]

[Goro entwines their fingers, latching them together like the matching puzzle pieces that they are. Unlike previously, he doesn't try wrestle the control from Akira, allowing him to take the lead this time.]

I'm no prince. As you know very well.

[chemex]

[And he does, swaying them slowly to a mellow drone of music from the party. He makes a point of finding a way to move them in a waltz, as Goro had before, and just smiles.]

Mmn, maybe so, but you're still plenty princely in my book.

[murderingjustice]

It's just the outside that shines. [He deflects the comment, following Akira's lead into the slow waltz.] If you wanted even you could pass up from one but.

[He pauses, measuring him with his eyes and then smirking with a gleam.] I think I prefer the untamed spirit of yours. Wild rogue, the diamond in the rough.

[chemex]

Joker's Wild, you could say. [Softly, focused on Goro's face and their dance.]

[murderingjustice]

I know that. [He hums in affirmation, allowing his eyes fall shut as he trusts in Akira's movements. Their bodies know each other so well at this place, recognizing each subtle change, being able to read each other like they're one.]


Do you ever find yourself missing it? The thrill of the heists, unmasking the criminals, having Joker's name on everyone's lips. The power?

[chemex]

[Akira makes a wordless, thoughtful sound, and sways them around in silence for a few paces, chewing on the question.]

The thrill, definitely. The power... sometimes. [He stops there, still chewing on the idea of missing Joker's name constantly on the minds and lips of everyone in Tokyo.]

[murderingjustice]

I do miss it. [Goro admits to fill in the silence. It's really no secret. While he hates the circumstances that had brought him the said power, and the routes he ended up taking. But he misses the feeling of finally having power in his own pathetic life, being able to make the difference in the world and make those in control shit their pants and grovel in front of him.. And as much as he hates to admit it, he misses the fame, too.

Then, he looks up into Akira's eyes. And smiles.]

And the chase, too. Although, [Letting go of Akira's hand he stops their dance, and brings his fingers to gently grab on the other's chin.] I'm glad that I have you now.