#ichiroyamaharaxpetewilson

[alliance-addict]

tantalizing thoughts

pairing: ichiro yamahara x pete wilson!!!

CW: prolonged staring (hott), nonconsensual mind reading, pete still has both legs (ik a lot of people don't like this but !!), SLIGHT! dom/sub type dynamics, blushing and reassurance, implied sex!!, unrequited love

A/N: OMFGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG DID YOU GUYS SEE THE NEW EPISODE OF THE DIVINE ALLIANCE TV SHOW IM CRYIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, so when i was watching i just had this idea come to me cus of when ICHIRO AND PETE LOOKED AT EACH OTHER. like yeah ik they all look at each other but ik ichiro was reading his thoughts and then he SMIRKEEEEEED omfgg sdhakjshdjkshfkjaskajshdjkasd anyways~

As usual, the massive Divine Alliance's living room was full. It was the Alliance's movie night, which happened once a week. Usually everyone watched the movie together, huddled up onto the couch with sodas and popcorn.

Everyone except Ichiro.

This week, they decided to watch the first Harry Potter movie, The Sorcerer's Stone. When Ichiro walked into the room and sat down, everyone was stunned. Nonetheless, though, they were pleased to have the entire Alliance together enjoying an evening.

Pete was hoping to have an evening away from Ichiro, seeing as the mysterious Japanese man always plagued his thoughts. While he wasn't unhappy to have him around, Pete had really wanted to focus on the movie instead of Ichiro. In fact, he found himself glancing Ichiro's way every few seconds, eventually catching the attention of Ichiro himself.

Ichiro had been reading Pete's mind since he walked into the room, becoming more and more amused by the second as more and more of Pete's thoughts were about himself. He pretended not to notice Pete's gaze somehow always finding its way back to him. After some time, he decided to tease Pete, turning his own gaze to the long-haired man's.

Pete became embarrassed, his cheeks flushing bright pink. Caught in the act, Pete saw no reason to turn away. He locked his eyes with Ichiro's, the latter's lips turning up into a devilish smirk.

Come to my room, Pete heard in his head. The voice wasn't his own--and he knew exactly who it belonged to. Pete felt compelled by a force that wasn't his own to get up from his seat.

"I'm going to use the bathroom," he squeaked, standing up suddenly. Nobody seemed too bothered, keeping their attention focused on the movie. Pete's legs trembled as he walked the short distance to Ichiro's bedroom.

Ichiro's bedroom was dark, with only the moonlight lighting the room. Pete sat on Ichiro's bed, running his hands over the silky comforter. Pete was glad it wasn't wool. The window was open, letting a slight, nighttime breeze into the room, and with only his thin pajamas covering his body, he shivered.

"Harry Potter is my favorite movie," Ichiro said, walking into his bedroom and locking the door behind him. "But I couldn't hear it over someone's naughty thoughts."

"They weren't naughty," Pete murmured.

"What was that?" Ichiro asked, striding over to Pete and standing in front of him.

"I wasn't-"

Pete was cut off by Ichiro placing a hand on his shoulder, pushing him onto the bed, his other arm caging him in.

"Try that again," Ichiro growled.

Pete gulped, his cheeks set ablaze once more. He stared at Ichiro's face, which was right in front of Pete's. Pete accidentally took a slightly deeper breath, inhaling Ichiro's natural earthy scent.

"Pete," Ichiro whispered, his voice softer this time. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Pete's eyebrows furrowed together, and he searched Ichiro's face for any sign of malevolence. When he found none, he nodded slightly.

Ichiro smirked again. "Good," he praised, reaching for Pete's shirt. "Now let me show you what I was thinking about."