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[Ladies and gentlemen of Johto, we interrupt your regularly scheduled programming this evening for a Very Special Radio Broadcast™, coming to you direct from Goldenrod Radio Tower...and conveniently lacking in all those pesky little bits of red tape like authorization and advance permission that just get in the way of the show.

As such, the usual Pokemon favorites are conspicuously absent; they've been replaced by something a bit more palatable to the discerning listener. Tangos, jazz, the occasional rondo here and there. And the usual DJs? Yes, well, it turns out they've been replaced by something a bit more palatable, too. Namely, a pair of troublemakers calling themselves

futariniousama and

usedlaserbeam.

First up, a sultry alto (which may seem oddly familiar to a few of you), sounding perhaps more suited to a phone sex hotline than a radio station host: ]

"Evening, Johto~ Are you ready for a very special treat? Because have we got a surprise for you~"

[Then, following that alto, a deeper voice proceeds to chime in—one that a very select few might recognize as sounding very familiar to one Atobe Keigo.]

"And you should all feel honored for the once-in-a-lifetime experience you're about to be given."

[And without missing a beat, the voice switches back—]

"See, we've decided to borrow your airwaves for a little while. Oh, don't worry! We'll take good care of them, promise~"

"Tonight, instead of the usual mundane drivel you people normally content yourselves with—"

"—we're gonna turn up the heat a little bit—"

"—and bring some culture back into your poor, wanting lives."

[And as the first song cues, feel free to just sit back, enjoy the music, revel in the change of pace—or if you're really feeling moved, why not call in? The lines are open, the DJs are waiting, and they'd just love to hear what you have to say. Or, if there's some burning question that's on your mind, why not phone it in to tonight's premiere of Ask Ore-sama, and let him offer his worldly advice to you?

Regardless, we hope you enjoy the show, because all good things must end and the sweetest treats always come with an expiration date. In this case, that'd be the unmistakable sound of the Kangaskhan Cops storming the building—

—But never fear, folks. If there's one thing your hosts know how to do, it's make an exit.]

[OOC: And now, for the tl;dr explanation of these mod-approved shenanigans! Basically, Yagyuu and Niou share a mutual anniversary in Johto, and they've decided to celebrate it by hijacking the radio tower and running an impromptu radio show for an hour or two this evening. Characters are free to tune in, react accordingly, phone in to the radio station via their Gears, etc! The show itself will end rather abruptly when the Kangaskhan Cops arrive and our dastardly duo makes their escape. But hey, an inch is as good as a mile, and a narrow getaway is still a getaway, right? But they won't leave Jenny and her Kangaskhan high and dry, either; local law enforcement will find a polite note left behind for them, courtesy of 'Bonnie and Clyde'.

HOW TO TAG THIS POST:
▶ REACTION: Feel free to tag with reactions, thread amongst yourselves, etc.! No actual contact with Yagyuu and Niou necessary.
▶ CALL IN: If you'd like to call in to the radio show and give them a piece of your mind, put "Call: General" in the header of your comment! Voice correspondence only, please.
▶ ASK ORE-SAMA: A variant on just calling in—if your characters would like to participate in the "Ask Ore-sama" talk show segment, put "Call: Ask Ore-sama" in the header of your comment and ask your questions! The topic of the night is relationship advice~

Also please note—Yagyuu and Niou are thorough in their disguises and should not be recognizable as anything other than their currently borrowed identities. People who saw That One Hot Chick revealed as Niou, or who are aware of Atobe's absence, are welcome to have their suspicions about who's really up there, but anyone trying to out them on-air will be hung up upon!]

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[It's hard to say what it is that actually thrills him more, the light squeeze of Niou's hand or the memory of that wide-eyed, uncertain look in Yuuki's eyes. It's always electrifying, a battle of the wills like the one they'd just fought, but better still—oh, the best of all—is that moment when he wins, and earns himself the distinct pleasure of watching as the realization sinks in. The look that flashed through her eyes, the sudden recognition that she'd lost control of her own game—that had been just as stimulating, if not moreso, than long legs and clever fingers.

But he knows it's Niou now. There's no mistaking it, even though nothing about the appearance has changed; it's Niou, somehow still perfectly Niou behind the delicate makeup and feminine attire, just as he's Yagyuu beneath his wig and contact lenses. It's the two of them now, and the game has changed, it's different—

And maybe it's better that it has, because he knows Niou. He can stop Niou. And Niou is the one who will know with the utmost confidence that he has nothing to fear.

Even supreme willpower can't keep his hips from twitching at the attention, but he's quick to remedy that slip, eyes falling with odd intensity on his partner's neck as Niou tips back to bare it for him. And he's not rough, not precisely, as his fingers begin to apply pressure; no, it's slow, deliberate, almost agonizing in its precision, because this is still a message—albeit one now amended for its new recipient.]

Let go.

[His voice is rougher than usual, the steadiness of his breathing slightly forced. And it's such a concentrated effort that his next words slip out before he realizes he's said them.]

Let go or I will.

[ Every measured step toward pain makes Niou's heart pick up, but even the looming promise of violence in Yagyuu's grip doesn't prepare him for the heat that flashes through him at the sound of his partner's voice — lower than Niou can make it, ripped out from under all its polish and shine, a thin veil over ragged breathing. It makes his knees feel weak. Stupid that he feels more like a girl now than he did when he was being one.

He's so taken with the sheer sound of it that it's a moment before he can understand what Yagyuu's actually said. Let go or I will.

The words sink in fast once he makes himself hear them. Yagyuu understands that Niou's pushing because he likes this, because he's looking forward to that moment, several seconds from now, when he can hear his own breath just barely squeezing its way through his throat. He's toeing the line because this is what he wants from Yagyuu, this barely-bridled aggression, the threat (the promise) of violence.

Shame rushes through him just as fast as the heat did moments ago, and he surrenders his grip, retreating as far as he can in Yagyuu's. He wants to be let go, and at the same time, he's afraid of what happens when this stops. When their bodies stop distracting them, they may have to speak, and then what?

Niou averts his eyes. ]

[No.

It's too familiar, all of it too familiar, variations on a recurring theme that seems to arise every time they come together like this—the game, the loss of control, the single step that somehow crosses the unspoken line, and then this, Niou's retreat, Yagyuu's guilt, the abrupt and overwhelming urge to throw it all away and reset things to normal because normal is safe and predictable and something he knows how to handle—

No.

Maybe it's because it's their anniversary. Maybe it's because one of the only things Yagyuu despises more than making a mistake is repeating it. Maybe it's just that he hates it when Niou won't look at him, as though the loss of eye contact implies a deeper loss of connection in an area that Yagyuu never wants to see severed. But this time, whatever the reason—no.

They're supposed to be at their best when they're together. Not like this.

The hand on Niou's throat loosens, fingertips stroking gently where they once squeezed, and then slides up to lightly capture his chin instead, guiding him to look back again. He'll have time to ponder the ramifications of his words and his partner's reaction later; for now, the most important thing is this.]

You've more than outdone yourself.

[It's a deliberate echo of their earlier words, the lady's prerogative for selfishness, the gentleman's pleasure to indulge. Do you think I'll find it a pleasure, indulging you?

He moves forward, just a little, not willing to let go this time. Not on this night of all nights, not under these circumstances. Not when they're supposed to be the best together.

Not when he almost thinks he might've found it a pleasure, himself.]

[ He knows how cagey he must look when their eyes meet, shame and apprehension and disgust fighting for supremacy in his expression. He wonders if Yagyuu's ever thought he was really, truly crazy, because if he ever has, he sure as hell must think so now.

Yet he's not recoiling, not pushing him away; he's holding him there, reassuring him and even drawing just that much closer, like he's afraid he might lose him if he lets go. And he might, Niou reflects, because if Yagyuu would just let him go right now, he thinks he would run until he couldn't anymore, out of the city and onto the paths and into the woods.

Not that he could outrun himself. He feels his shoulders slump slightly at the realization that he's stuck with himself, even if Yagyuu surrenders him. There's no point in running, is there? Yagyuu would catch up, too, sooner or later. He never lets Niou get far, never lets him escape out of reach.

Remembering that is what relaxes him finally, lets him breathe, but his eyes have wandered from Yagyuu's again. He feels a little tired when he reaches for Yuuki's voice. ]

Told you I would, sweetheart~.

[If Niou is crazy, then maybe Yagyuu is, too (and isn't that just how it's supposed to be? If one is, the other must be, because they're one and the same—and maybe that's just a sign they've been crazy all along), and it hits home in the moment he reads that tempest of emotions in Niou's eyes. He put that look there, indirectly or otherwise, and for a second all he can think of is how it looked, his fingers pressed firm against the column of his neck, the slow application of pressure—

He doesn't have an answer for why he did it. There's a million he could pick from, but he doesn't know which one was the motivating force that made his grip tighten, and that's...that's a question he's not going to be able to suppress for long. That's one that will eat away at him until he finds the right answer.

But it's Niou that matters right now, and Niou he's concerned with. If he'd crossed one of their unspoken lines, pushed too far, hurt him—

And Yuuki's voice isn't what he wants to hear, but it's enough consolation to soothe his anxiety when it comes.]

And it was a pleasure.

[He just barely remembers to slip into Atobe's voice as he advances again, letting his partner keep his eyes averted this time.]

[ Yuuki brings much-needed relief from the pressure of the situation, of Yagyuu's eyes on him, the alien landscape of the room, the danger of the police approaching that he'd all but forgotten. She has nothing to be ashamed of, and now that the danger of Atobe's temper (or Yagyuu's) has passed, the only thing she has to fear is the Kangaskhan police, when they get here.

She rolls her head back slightly, then turns her gaze on her partner, smiling slowly, slyly. ]

And I told you it would be. Too bad we didn't bet on it; you'd owe me dinner now.

What a shame, for you.

[Not her. He doesn't want her, this smug, taunting, fearless girl with her perfect confidence and devil-may-care smile. He doesn't want her but he knows all too well why she's here, because it's exactly what he would do—and has done—under the same circumstances.

Which means there's nothing left to do but to pull Atobe back on as well, to sink back and let the king of Hyoutei handle her until their scheme comes to its dramatic conclusion.

It's been a dramatic night, all right. Just not quite in the way they'd planned.]

Though I'm sure you'll find a way to tempt me into it anyway, before the night is out.

[ She hums, pleased at the admission, and smooths an affectionate hand down his chest, pausing to stroke at his tie and straighten it. They're mechanical gestures, half-hers, half-automatic for something to occupy her hands or Niou's. ]

You sound like you're tempted already.

[ She grins, all mischief and just a touch of fondness, and Niou's scrutinizing Atobe from behind those long-lashed eyes. Is he Atobe again? Is he all Atobe again, or is Yagyuu still there, biding his time, waiting for a chance to pounce on the first glimpse of Niou he sees?

Best, he guesses, not to give him the chance. ]

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