( that literally makes even less sense than just straight-up never wanting to see him again. mako's face screws up like he bit into a lemon, though he doesn't retreat when dick closes the distance. his brow is furrowed, mouth drawn down in a hard line. )
That's not up to you.
( he wants to be angry about it, instead he's just. soft. but dick doesn't get to dictate what mako is or isn't willing to stand. )
( yeah, dick is his fair share of confused, too. but - mako isn't angry, so he bites back his own taste of irritation, expression a little more concerned where it sits steadfast on mako's mouth. he isn't backing down. he's smart enough to understand there's been some kind of misconception between them - dick is quick to place the blame on his own shoulders, because he always is. it's his fault for not being smarter, or understanding mako better, or letting emotions cloud better judgement.
not backing down. another step forward, chests together. a hand finds the pocketed curve of mako's waist, the other reaching up to cup his cheek. )
You said I was bribing you. ( it's a soft spot. touching him was never about bribery. ) You said I was asking too much. I thought ... you wanted me to leave you alone.
( he was just complicating things. making mako choose between his job and dick - constantly reaffirming the fact that he should arrest him, that he wants to, that he didn't for ... some reason. dick never thought to ask. now he's looking at mako earnestly, wanting to hear it.
he said he liked mako two or three times, but mako. he never said it back. he's not even sure if this much is okay, softly touching him, inching in closer until the tips of their lips just briefly brush, before dick rears back to see the harm he's done. )
( and he meant literally all of that, but. maybe not the way dick took it, but then. mako never has been very good at expressing himself with words. and then dick leans in and... well, he can barely call it a kiss, with how fleeting and soft it was. as dick pulls back, mako twists his mouth in disconcertion off to one side. )
I meant.
( about the bribery. he doesn't know how to articulate it. but he knows he needs to seize on it, because if he gives into the urge to kiss dick again, they aren't going to leave this room for an age. he meant... )
If you were... I don't know, doing surveillance on a cop, and he was running off to meet with someone that, as far as you know, he should be arresting, and kissing him — would you still think that cop was a straight shooter?
( how can one guy have his mind in completely the wrong place, at any and all times. well. maybe that's not fair to say - what he is thinking about is reasonable, responsible, and all dick can manage to think about is how surprisingly soft mako's lips are, how satiated his expression got, just for a second, after he kissed dick the first time. he can understand what mako's getting at on a skin deep level, knowing what they'd look like to an outside viewer, a cop and a criminal. he gets that mako liking him, maybe, is a soured feeling, if only because or how someone else would see them. he's a hundred percent sure that is mako couldn't see the good in dick and what he does, he wouldn't have wasted his time on him in the first place.
his fingers just curl around the back of mako's neck. it's a race now, to see if mako's stubbornness or dick's charm will win out. )
Difficult to say. ( he knows the right answer, the one that keeps them in this conversation loop for the next foreseeable while. instead, ) What did the kiss look like?
( c'mon mako. stop thinking for a minute and kiss your vigilante secret-not-so-secret admirer )
( dick lists towards him like a flower growing towards the sun. mako doesn't pull away, but he doesn't. really do anything else, either, ever when dick's hand is at his nape, fingers working a slow circuit through the short hair there.
he'd really rather be anywhere but here. it's the place more than the company. and them being what they are to each other, it's. weird. hard. awkward. mako reaches up and catches at dick, pulls his hand away from his neck until he's holding it between them. the only problem is he forgets to let go. he just. stands there, fingers a circlet around dick's wrist. )
I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer.
( it doesn't occur to him that he's being flirted with. he just does the obvious thing. )
Dick, I do like you. And maybe if I was anyone else, that would be enough.
( he's doing it again. backsliding. putting himself — by choice — into that same bleak place that beifong has been in for decades. he doesn't want to. it's just. he doesn't really have a choice, does he? duty is the same thing that pushed he and korra apart, at the end of the day. his work as a cop, hers as the avatar. he's still surprised, gratified, grateful their friendship survived it intact. but he barely knows dick, the foundation of whatever it is they've shared is a tenuous thing on porous ground.
mako swallows once, his gaze is fixed on the contrast in their skintones, how stark it seems in the low light. )
There are other guys. People, whatever you're into. It'd be easier.
( it is hard, when mako is saying things like i like you alongside pulling his hand away and making it seems opposed. dick can't begin to understand all the different ways mako reaches his conclusions, the way he acts like liking him isn't enough, like they could ever ask for anything more from each other. dick doesn't fit the modeled mold of a boyfriend, no. if mako had taken that approach, told him to his face that he wasn't good enough and he didn't want him, it'd be another thing - a simpler thing, that dick would accept and even agree with, but. it seems more like mako ... wants to say yes, take a step in and bump tongues with him, but is just refusing on a strict point that officer mako doesn't deserve to be selfish with himself. this is a body dedicated to the betterment of republic city. this is someone who would never take a day off in his life, if it meant assuring peace in the city.
it kind of makes sense that the avatar has a shine on him.
and it becomes less about dick getting his dick wet and more about assuring mako has ... some semblance of self enjoyment. taking something he wants because it's being offered up on golden plate, without bribery, without bargains, without silvery tongues or sweet language. dick would have his heart broken in an instant, if he meant he could share a few good memories with him, first. )
It's not about having something that's easy. I don't want easy.
( his wrist is claimed. he twists it a few times so mako lessens his grip, only so he can turn his palm around and interlace their fingers. maybe it's a little bittersweet. he wishes he could kiss him. )
I want you. That's it. ( his expression is impossibly soft - steady again, not working with the motion that becomes him. he wants this to last. ) I'll tell you what you want to hear. Blue Spirit is ka-putz after this.
( it's not a willing retirement. he doesn't want to stop helping people, ever. but he has to get in shape as the heir of bruce's industries, learn the business inside and out, be the first born an almost father could be proud of. that's not even to mention that he very nearly could've ruined everything for them tonight, in the closest call he's ever been a part of - it can't happen again. maybe before his civic duty to the people, he has a duty to his family, to fall in line and fit the role he was meant to. was he meant to? he never wanted riches and luxuries and nice things. he never even wanted to become a master martial artist. all he ever wanted was to travel in a caravan circus with his parents and make people smile.
all he wants now is to see mako smile. he'll hang up the blue spirit's scarf happily, he'll fit himself into stuffy suits and act the part of a smart business man while dreaming of the wild outside, living in the air like monks. all he wants is a smile, if he can't have a kiss. )
( the absolute sincerity in dick's voice makes him flinch. since he's known him, the blue spirit has been intrinsically entwined with dick's identity. it's a little like hearing korra would give up being the avatar, and no one has ever wanted him that much. maybe it's the fact that dick almost died. maybe he's spooked. feeling the weight of his own mortality crushing down on him. he's unnaturally still, even now. his presence in mako's mind is always an elegant flit.
it's an acceptance of chains. letting himself be pinioned by this ugly future he is looking towards when he promises that. and even though it was what mako had asked, all those long weeks ago, he finds the thought galls him now. he knows it's important to dick, equally or maybe even more than policework is to him. laws exist for a reason. mako has to uphold them, or. it's like everyone who ever said he wouldn't amount to anything was right.
no one expected him to go straight. zolt saw an heir in him, once, when he was a lot younger but not really any less wise than he is now. mako knew he needed a teacher, he always took care to ensure that was where his reliance on zolt ended. but he knew that if he made it seem like he was amenable to the grooming, that sometimes he and bo would get a hot meal, or a place to sleep, and that was what mattered.
nobody cared when he went pro-bender, because they assumed he'd take a dive for them if he had to, he was still one of them. corruption in the sporting industry goes hand in hand with the triads.
but. the night he passed the entrance exam, viper sent a few of the younger members of the triple threats to his apartment. and they were young. ten, thirteen, it didn't even matter. kids who ran books or crunched numbers or ferried message across the city. they were there to congratulate him, ostensibly. but it was more than that. a message. remember where you came from.
a threat. a promise. and the second he ever dares put his nose out of line, he knows that someone, whether it's zolt or viper or... even any of the people on the force who dislike that a firebender is standing where metalbenders ought... that someone is going to start a whisper that'll turn into a roaring tide. once a thug, always a thug, right?
it's just. all so jumbled up inside him, awful and tangled and. then there's dick, who almost died. saying he'll give up something that matters to him because mako is guarding his reputation.
he can't help himself. he surges into dick's space like a flame licking oxygen from every corner of a collapsing building. kisses him. touching anywhere he can reach, his hip, his sides, pads of his fingers pressed up against all those livid bruises snarling beneath his skin. dick almost died. and he's the one making promises. it isn't fair. )
( he has two opposing thoughts, one right after the other.
the first is that he should stay still, make an effort to be airy and light and not too forceful, because this might be the last time mako ever kisses him, ever wants to, and he should savor the flavor on his tongue, taste the smoke and burn of his kisses and commit it to memory. but, his shoulder devil echoes, it might be the last time. the last time. shouldn't dick try to take what he can get, while it's being offered? before their mouths part and mako fits back into his bad cop role, distinguishing the rights and the wrongs of kissing a masked criminal.
he kisses back, then. more impassioned than ever before, not airy the way it's been in the past, more akin to mako's home element than anything else. hands frame his cheeks, cupping him, drawing him in. his tongue darts out and licks across the thin line of mako's lip, saying some open sesame spell to dive inside the hidden turn of his mouth, map out the area on the plush point of his tongue. he tastes the defiance on mako's teeth, and the demand of his own, sinking down on mako's lower lip, a little fiercely.
it's easy, then - classic airbender technique. evade and defend. his leg slides easily between mako's, hooking back around his calf, using the hold to spin and pin him against the wall with a resounding thunk. dick doesn't put enough space in between them to ever break their kiss. needing to break away for air is more of an issue for mako than it is for him.)
( dick knocks the breath from his lungs but he doesn't mind the burn, he just. takes it. one hand knotted up in dick's hair, the other (his left) at his hip. the kiss is. well, it's unusual. he's never kissed anyone close to being as tall as him, and they're both rough and unshaven, and while other people taking the lead on him is pretty much his normal, it's different somehow when a man does it. he feels like he should, like he needs to kick back more.
but dick is still fragile, still healing, and even though mako wants to shove him, push him back to the bed, make him rest he just doesn't have it in him. his grip stays loose and easy and gentle, and he doesn't do much more than make a mild noise of protest when dick bites him. )
( it's in dick's nature to not know his limits. as far as he's concerned, they don't exist - the second he starts doubting his capabilities is the second he stops improving, stops becoming better than what society would dictate him as. although, society thinks he's a nonbender, so. there's a little give and take there. the point is that all his muscles ache and hiss and burn, even after the avatar's healing, and with their mouths parted and kisses no longer serving as a distraction, he groans in pain, resting his forehead down on mako's shoulder. )
Damnit.
( he'd be better at this is he were healthy, or in a better space of mind. he's kissed girls before - barbie and kori, girls he loved and he lost individually - and there was that one time he experimented with wally, because boys will be boys will be boys. but. obviously, things are different, with mako. he's pretty sure he'll be embarrassed by this abysmal display later, but for now he just wraps his arms around mako, making himself a little small but just as strong, hugging him fiercely. )
( he has no idea what brought that about, but mako makes space for the hug, arms lifted sort of awkwardly out of the way. he drops one hand down against dick's hair and lets the other cradle his shoulders. )
Come on, let's get you back to bed.
( dick isn't meant or made to be still. energy is explosive in him, an agitation in the air. but he nearly died, and that's as sure a sign as any to take things slow and careful and easy. mako sort of... ushers him towards it. )
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That's not up to you.
( he wants to be angry about it, instead he's just. soft. but dick doesn't get to dictate what mako is or isn't willing to stand. )
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not backing down. another step forward, chests together. a hand finds the pocketed curve of mako's waist, the other reaching up to cup his cheek. )
You said I was bribing you. ( it's a soft spot. touching him was never about bribery. ) You said I was asking too much. I thought ... you wanted me to leave you alone.
( he was just complicating things. making mako choose between his job and dick - constantly reaffirming the fact that he should arrest him, that he wants to, that he didn't for ... some reason. dick never thought to ask. now he's looking at mako earnestly, wanting to hear it.
he said he liked mako two or three times, but mako. he never said it back. he's not even sure if this much is okay, softly touching him, inching in closer until the tips of their lips just briefly brush, before dick rears back to see the harm he's done. )
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I meant.
( about the bribery. he doesn't know how to articulate it. but he knows he needs to seize on it, because if he gives into the urge to kiss dick again, they aren't going to leave this room for an age. he meant... )
If you were... I don't know, doing surveillance on a cop, and he was running off to meet with someone that, as far as you know, he should be arresting, and kissing him — would you still think that cop was a straight shooter?
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( how can one guy have his mind in completely the wrong place, at any and all times. well. maybe that's not fair to say - what he is thinking about is reasonable, responsible, and all dick can manage to think about is how surprisingly soft mako's lips are, how satiated his expression got, just for a second, after he kissed dick the first time. he can understand what mako's getting at on a skin deep level, knowing what they'd look like to an outside viewer, a cop and a criminal. he gets that mako liking him, maybe, is a soured feeling, if only because or how someone else would see them. he's a hundred percent sure that is mako couldn't see the good in dick and what he does, he wouldn't have wasted his time on him in the first place.
his fingers just curl around the back of mako's neck. it's a race now, to see if mako's stubbornness or dick's charm will win out. )
Difficult to say. ( he knows the right answer, the one that keeps them in this conversation loop for the next foreseeable while. instead, ) What did the kiss look like?
( c'mon mako. stop thinking for a minute and kiss your vigilante secret-not-so-secret admirer )
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he'd really rather be anywhere but here. it's the place more than the company. and them being what they are to each other, it's. weird. hard. awkward. mako reaches up and catches at dick, pulls his hand away from his neck until he's holding it between them. the only problem is he forgets to let go. he just. stands there, fingers a circlet around dick's wrist. )
I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer.
( it doesn't occur to him that he's being flirted with. he just does the obvious thing. )
Dick, I do like you. And maybe if I was anyone else, that would be enough.
( he's doing it again. backsliding. putting himself — by choice — into that same bleak place that beifong has been in for decades. he doesn't want to. it's just. he doesn't really have a choice, does he? duty is the same thing that pushed he and korra apart, at the end of the day. his work as a cop, hers as the avatar. he's still surprised, gratified, grateful their friendship survived it intact. but he barely knows dick, the foundation of whatever it is they've shared is a tenuous thing on porous ground.
mako swallows once, his gaze is fixed on the contrast in their skintones, how stark it seems in the low light. )
There are other guys. People, whatever you're into. It'd be easier.
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it kind of makes sense that the avatar has a shine on him.
and it becomes less about dick getting his dick wet and more about assuring mako has ... some semblance of self enjoyment. taking something he wants because it's being offered up on golden plate, without bribery, without bargains, without silvery tongues or sweet language. dick would have his heart broken in an instant, if he meant he could share a few good memories with him, first. )
It's not about having something that's easy. I don't want easy.
( his wrist is claimed. he twists it a few times so mako lessens his grip, only so he can turn his palm around and interlace their fingers. maybe it's a little bittersweet. he wishes he could kiss him. )
I want you. That's it. ( his expression is impossibly soft - steady again, not working with the motion that becomes him. he wants this to last. ) I'll tell you what you want to hear. Blue Spirit is ka-putz after this.
( it's not a willing retirement. he doesn't want to stop helping people, ever. but he has to get in shape as the heir of bruce's industries, learn the business inside and out, be the first born an almost father could be proud of. that's not even to mention that he very nearly could've ruined everything for them tonight, in the closest call he's ever been a part of - it can't happen again. maybe before his civic duty to the people, he has a duty to his family, to fall in line and fit the role he was meant to. was he meant to? he never wanted riches and luxuries and nice things. he never even wanted to become a master martial artist. all he ever wanted was to travel in a caravan circus with his parents and make people smile.
all he wants now is to see mako smile. he'll hang up the blue spirit's scarf happily, he'll fit himself into stuffy suits and act the part of a smart business man while dreaming of the wild outside, living in the air like monks. all he wants is a smile, if he can't have a kiss. )
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it's an acceptance of chains. letting himself be pinioned by this ugly future he is looking towards when he promises that. and even though it was what mako had asked, all those long weeks ago, he finds the thought galls him now. he knows it's important to dick, equally or maybe even more than policework is to him. laws exist for a reason. mako has to uphold them, or. it's like everyone who ever said he wouldn't amount to anything was right.
no one expected him to go straight. zolt saw an heir in him, once, when he was a lot younger but not really any less wise than he is now. mako knew he needed a teacher, he always took care to ensure that was where his reliance on zolt ended. but he knew that if he made it seem like he was amenable to the grooming, that sometimes he and bo would get a hot meal, or a place to sleep, and that was what mattered.
nobody cared when he went pro-bender, because they assumed he'd take a dive for them if he had to, he was still one of them. corruption in the sporting industry goes hand in hand with the triads.
but. the night he passed the entrance exam, viper sent a few of the younger members of the triple threats to his apartment. and they were young. ten, thirteen, it didn't even matter. kids who ran books or crunched numbers or ferried message across the city. they were there to congratulate him, ostensibly. but it was more than that. a message. remember where you came from.
a threat. a promise. and the second he ever dares put his nose out of line, he knows that someone, whether it's zolt or viper or... even any of the people on the force who dislike that a firebender is standing where metalbenders ought... that someone is going to start a whisper that'll turn into a roaring tide. once a thug, always a thug, right?
it's just. all so jumbled up inside him, awful and tangled and. then there's dick, who almost died. saying he'll give up something that matters to him because mako is guarding his reputation.
he can't help himself. he surges into dick's space like a flame licking oxygen from every corner of a collapsing building. kisses him. touching anywhere he can reach, his hip, his sides, pads of his fingers pressed up against all those livid bruises snarling beneath his skin. dick almost died. and he's the one making promises. it isn't fair. )
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the first is that he should stay still, make an effort to be airy and light and not too forceful, because this might be the last time mako ever kisses him, ever wants to, and he should savor the flavor on his tongue, taste the smoke and burn of his kisses and commit it to memory. but, his shoulder devil echoes, it might be the last time. the last time. shouldn't dick try to take what he can get, while it's being offered? before their mouths part and mako fits back into his bad cop role, distinguishing the rights and the wrongs of kissing a masked criminal.
he kisses back, then. more impassioned than ever before, not airy the way it's been in the past, more akin to mako's home element than anything else. hands frame his cheeks, cupping him, drawing him in. his tongue darts out and licks across the thin line of mako's lip, saying some open sesame spell to dive inside the hidden turn of his mouth, map out the area on the plush point of his tongue. he tastes the defiance on mako's teeth, and the demand of his own, sinking down on mako's lower lip, a little fiercely.
it's easy, then - classic airbender technique. evade and defend. his leg slides easily between mako's, hooking back around his calf, using the hold to spin and pin him against the wall with a resounding thunk. dick doesn't put enough space in between them to ever break their kiss. needing to break away for air is more of an issue for mako than it is for him.)
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but dick is still fragile, still healing, and even though mako wants to shove him, push him back to the bed, make him rest he just doesn't have it in him. his grip stays loose and easy and gentle, and he doesn't do much more than make a mild noise of protest when dick bites him. )
Hey. Easy.
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Damnit.
( he'd be better at this is he were healthy, or in a better space of mind. he's kissed girls before - barbie and kori, girls he loved and he lost individually - and there was that one time he experimented with wally, because boys will be boys will be boys. but. obviously, things are different, with mako. he's pretty sure he'll be embarrassed by this abysmal display later, but for now he just wraps his arms around mako, making himself a little small but just as strong, hugging him fiercely. )
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Come on, let's get you back to bed.
( dick isn't meant or made to be still. energy is explosive in him, an agitation in the air. but he nearly died, and that's as sure a sign as any to take things slow and careful and easy. mako sort of... ushers him towards it. )
I'll get some food.