IkeAkuma

A Life Together Pt. 2

An analization of their relationship, from the perspective of Vox;

They're quite intimate, i guess. Vox likes to think that they are, atleast somewhat. Both sides are comfortable with one another, doesnt mind close proximity with each other such as; hugs, sleeping together (literal sleeping together), holding hands, etc.

Despite Ike not being the most fond of being touched, like his hair ruflled and cheeks pinched for example, he could be very affectionate when he wants to be.

Sometimes when Ike sits next to him, he would snuggle up to his side, cheeks squished againts his arm and his hands, smaller than his, would play with his own. Tracing the lines on the taller man's palm before intertwining their hands together. He loves it when Ike does this.

(Despite this being something that Vox should be used to already, he can't help his heartbeat slightly picking up it's pace and the suppressed urge to hold the other man in his arms, then cup his cheeks and kiss him- right there and then.

It wasn't a completely bad thing. He's noticed the lack of butterflies he feels in his stomach now and doesn't really know if that's a good sign or not.)

But,

Something that Vox has noticed, though, is that Ike isn't like that to everyone. Well, of course, but here's the thing. The whole Luxiem and some other people, Ike is close with. Similar to how it is with Vox. But he doesn't snuggle up to another person when sitting beside them. He doesn't play with their hands to intertwine it later. He doesn't do all the things he does to him.

It's with Vox and Vox only.

And he can't be more happy.

-

Vox would never know what Ike could possibly be thinking behind all of his affectionate gestures. The man couldnt tell whether he was being unintentional or not when the novelist would sometimes bury his face onto his neck, his lips lightly grazing his skin on their usual TV night. His skin would burn, his face and ears surely tinted with a rosey colour that complemented his red aesthetics.

“Vox,” he whispers.

His hot breath fanning him also didnt help. It tingles and Vox could never ever focus on what they were watching when he does that to him.

“What do you think about the show so far?”

With how he was too busy keeping himself calm and trying to make sure Ike couldnt see his face, he could only mutter whatever response his brain could provide at the moment, all the while failing to notice the other man watching him. How his eyes would crease into cresent moons, amusement evident in his eyes, throughly enjoying Vox's reaction and the impact he had on him.

But Ike wasnt the only one initiating their interactions, of course. Vox would also hold his hands when he finds himself bored or in need of something to keep his hands busy. He would hug the shorter man when he felt particularly down and the other would put his hands over his, gentle and comforting.

Ike would fill the silence by talking about random and various things, then Vox would listen attentively.

It was nice like that.

But he never payed any attention to Ike's reaction to his touches.

-

Vox was the one to usually sing out praises to Ike, not the other way around. But everytime he does receive praises from him, he would freeze before becoming a flustered mess and trip over his words.

Ike would react normally to his though.

-

It was at an early and ungodly hour, every creature possible still sleeping, resting till they wake up fully energised. Outside is dark and cold, affecting the usually warm place.