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(fic) hypnosis mic | jakurai/juto/doppo
I wrote a thing to terrorise kk, because I'm a kind and caring friend like that. pg c.550 words
It's a snap reaction; one moment, he's walking by Jakurai's side through a quiet street and the next, he's at someone's throat like he could tear into it with his own teeth.
Except it's not simple enough to just be anyone. It's Iruma Juto standing there in front of him, eyebrows drawn up and an infuriating smirk spreading across his lips. Doppo feels Jakurai's hand holding him back by the material of his jacket and it's the only thing stopping him from getting Juto onto the floor and—
He doesn't really know what comes next. He hasn't thought that far. He isn't entirely sure he's put any thought into this at all because it's instinct guiding him more than anything else. Doppo has no real fondness for any member of Mad Trigger Crew but at least Samatoki knows to show Jakurai the respect he deserves. Not like Juto, who is arrogant at the best of times, ensconced well enough in his position of authority to think he can push his luck with others. Doppo doesn't like the way Juto looks at Jakurai, or the way he speaks like they could ever possibly be considered equals.
It's exactly what has brought them to this point: some pointed barbs in that self-important tone Juto likes to use so much, paired with the challenging look in his eyes like he's just waiting for Jakurai to pull him into line. Just enough to trip something in the back of Doppo's mind, processing a cocktail of anger, insult and possessiveness until he's pushing into what little space there is between Juto and Jakurai, snarling at the back of his throat.
Juto smiles, of all things, like it's the most amusing sight he’s ever seen. “Now, now, why don’t you calm down? We’ve both seen what happens when you lose control. There’s a limit to how many times you can be taken to the police station and expect to walk back out, you know.”
“Like you’re one to talk, you corrupt bastard,” Doppo snaps, his words closer to a growl than anything else.
“Doppo-kun.” Jakurai’s voice is firm behind him, deep and comforting as always. "Down."
For a moment, Doppo thinks his knees are going to give out at the command. He sucks in a shaky breath and takes a step back, but Juto matches him, taking a step forward. They're almost nose to nose and Doppo can't breathe.
"You're like a dog in need of a muzzle and leash," Juto murmurs and from this close, Doppo can feel Juto's breath on his lips. His knees are about to give out for real this time.
"Iruma-kun," Jakurai says, and his voice is hard this time. It's enough to make even Juto stop, his gaze flicking from Doppo to Jakurai. "You're forgetting your manners."
"Terribly sorry," Juto replies, wearing the most insincere smile.
Jakurai hums in thought, reaching for the chain linking Juto's collar pins and tugging hard. Doppo watches as Juto stumbles forward and Jakurai bends into his space, forcing him to maintain eye contact.
"If you know what you're doing, you won't even need a muzzle or a leash," Jakurai tells him, his voice soft enough to be comforting but with a dangerous edge to it. Doppo can feel himself trembling. He sees Juto doing the same. "I'm happy to show you how."
It's a snap reaction; one moment, he's walking by Jakurai's side through a quiet street and the next, he's at someone's throat like he could tear into it with his own teeth.
Except it's not simple enough to just be anyone. It's Iruma Juto standing there in front of him, eyebrows drawn up and an infuriating smirk spreading across his lips. Doppo feels Jakurai's hand holding him back by the material of his jacket and it's the only thing stopping him from getting Juto onto the floor and—
He doesn't really know what comes next. He hasn't thought that far. He isn't entirely sure he's put any thought into this at all because it's instinct guiding him more than anything else. Doppo has no real fondness for any member of Mad Trigger Crew but at least Samatoki knows to show Jakurai the respect he deserves. Not like Juto, who is arrogant at the best of times, ensconced well enough in his position of authority to think he can push his luck with others. Doppo doesn't like the way Juto looks at Jakurai, or the way he speaks like they could ever possibly be considered equals.
It's exactly what has brought them to this point: some pointed barbs in that self-important tone Juto likes to use so much, paired with the challenging look in his eyes like he's just waiting for Jakurai to pull him into line. Just enough to trip something in the back of Doppo's mind, processing a cocktail of anger, insult and possessiveness until he's pushing into what little space there is between Juto and Jakurai, snarling at the back of his throat.
Juto smiles, of all things, like it's the most amusing sight he’s ever seen. “Now, now, why don’t you calm down? We’ve both seen what happens when you lose control. There’s a limit to how many times you can be taken to the police station and expect to walk back out, you know.”
“Like you’re one to talk, you corrupt bastard,” Doppo snaps, his words closer to a growl than anything else.
“Doppo-kun.” Jakurai’s voice is firm behind him, deep and comforting as always. "Down."
For a moment, Doppo thinks his knees are going to give out at the command. He sucks in a shaky breath and takes a step back, but Juto matches him, taking a step forward. They're almost nose to nose and Doppo can't breathe.
"You're like a dog in need of a muzzle and leash," Juto murmurs and from this close, Doppo can feel Juto's breath on his lips. His knees are about to give out for real this time.
"Iruma-kun," Jakurai says, and his voice is hard this time. It's enough to make even Juto stop, his gaze flicking from Doppo to Jakurai. "You're forgetting your manners."
"Terribly sorry," Juto replies, wearing the most insincere smile.
Jakurai hums in thought, reaching for the chain linking Juto's collar pins and tugging hard. Doppo watches as Juto stumbles forward and Jakurai bends into his space, forcing him to maintain eye contact.
"If you know what you're doing, you won't even need a muzzle or a leash," Jakurai tells him, his voice soft enough to be comforting but with a dangerous edge to it. Doppo can feel himself trembling. He sees Juto doing the same. "I'm happy to show you how."
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I'm so glad someone besides me wants Jakurai/Jyuto (good taste as always, kk!!) because it delights me and Doppo as the least in control intermediary also delights me, what a good good good dynamic, ahhhh.