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Two Sides of A Coin But Only One Edge

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The scene is a dirty little bar, on the surface no different from the dozens of others just like it situated in the single tiny and crowded space port on this damp little rock. But to someone with finely tuned senses, like Mayuzumi and Akashi, the presence of a Jedi – even a retired one – sets this bar apart from the rest. There are those who are good at hiding what they are – Mayuzumi is one of the best, this Jedi is not.

“How is this guy not dead yet,” Mayuzumi murmurs soundlessly to Akashi in shock, half relying on the bond between them and Akashi’s uniquely precise mastery of the Force to let himself be heard over the raucous partying happening all around them.

“Nijimura is hard to kill,” Akashi replies blandly. He makes no effort to lower his voice at all; but then, he’s not the one with the price on his head.

A drunk Hutt stumbles into their path, and the conversation is killed while Mayuzumi and Akashi try to dodge the obstacle without hinting at their mastery of the Force. Mayuzumi thinks he did pretty well, but when he looks up Nijimura is staring in their direction.

He turns to look at Akashi, but all he gets is a view of the brat’s back as he makes his unerring way towards Nijimura. He does wait for Mayuzumi to come up beside him before he starts to speak, but his words simply remind Mayuzumi just how much he despises Akashi sometimes.

“Master, it has been a long time.”

Nijimura turns his eyes from Akashi to Mayuzumi’s shocked face and says, “Akashi. I see you haven’t changed. Is there any point in reminding you that I’m not your master anymore?”

Mayuzumi hadn’t even tried to hide his surprise at Akashi’s words. One look at Nijimura had told him he’s good, good enough that Mayuzumi has no way of deceiving him without any prior warning to prepare himself.

“I’m afraid we have no time for pleasantries,” Akashi says, not sounding sorry at all. “We need to speak to you in private.”

Nijimura snorts. “Yup, still the same old Akashi.” He shakes his head. “What if I told you I have plenty of time for chitchat? We can talk about all that’s happened since I retired. Such as the fact that you dropped completely off the radar and no one’s seen neither hide nor hair of you until now. Or the fact that you come up to me with a notorious Sith wanted by the Order.”

“I’m retired.” Mayuzumi shrugs. It’s like Akashi had said, this guy really isn’t going to hand him in. But that doesn’t mean Mayuzumi have to just stand here and take it.

“Oh are you,” Nijimura says drily, running his eyes up and down Mayuzumi pointedly, stopping deliberately at his hidden lightsaber.

“I’m as retired as you are,” Mayuzumi amends, doing his own pointed staring at where Nijimura has hidden his own lightsaber.

Akashi must have had enough of their exchange, because he sighs sharply and says, “I trust him.”

Both Mayuzumi and Nijimura turn to look at him in surprise. Mayuzumi doesn’t think he’s ever heard Akashi say something so nice about him; he almost believes the kid.

“Come on then,” Nijimura says, coming to some sort of decision. He stands nonchalantly and leads the way out of the bar. “My ship – the Incandescent – isjust over there. I’m guessing you guys came in on the Misty Point, that’s the only ship that came in recently that’s willing to haul people like you.”

“You know the Misty Point?” Akashi asks mildly, eyes looking out at the uninspiring view. Mayuzumi doesn’t know why he bothers. As if Nijimura isn’t reading him like an open book - reading both of them like an open book.

“I know them,” Nijimura grunts, looking at Akashi out of the corner of his eye. “They’re not the sort of people you want to have anything to do with.”

“Are you talking about in general or me specifically?” Akashi finally turns to look at Nijimura. “You would say that about the Misty Point, but not him?” Akashi waves a hand airily at Mayuzumi plodding docilely beside him.

“You trust him,” Nijimura says. “If you say you trust the Misty Point then you really have changed.”

“Of course I don’t trust the Misty Point.” Akashi is pouting in outrage at the claim. Mayuzumi doesn’t blame him. Insinuating that someone trusts the Misty Point is like implying that they are as dumb as a droid. Dumber, because even droids probably wouldn’t trust the Misty Point. “But they are useful.”

“For a given value of use if that includes the 100% probability that they will stab you in the back when you are least expecting it one day.” It is a pity Mayuzumi is predisposed to hating this guy, everything he says makes sense – more sense than Akashi’s ever made.

“Then you understand how important it is to us to be able to meet you,” Akashi says quietly. In the best of all possible timings, they reach the hanger that houses Nijimura’s ship and Mayuzumi is spared the horror of watching Akashi further expose his vulnerability in an attempt to appeal to the guy’s…compassion? Concern? Mayuzumi doesn’t know and would rather it never happened.

Nijimura seems to feel the same, because he quickly ushers them inside the Incandescent without any more attempts at conversation. The interior of the ship is spartan, but well cared for; what repairs Mayuzumi can see have been done meticulously if not professionally. The kitchen area Nijimura takes them to is the same; there isn’t much to it, just a place to heat dishes and some bolted down stools that – to Mayuzumi’s practiced eye – have not been there for long. So he is expecting guests. But is he expecting them?

Akashi makes himself at home on a stool and Mayuzumi follows suit while Nijimura move confidently in the small space. It is not long before the soothing scent of tea fills the place and Mayuzumi finds himself relaxing for the first time since they boarded the Misty Point and started this whole hare-brained journey.

Nijimura isn’t such a bad guy, Mayuzumi decides magnanimously as the retired Jedi gives them ample time to sit and enjoy the tea before he starts the conversation again. “So what’s the big deal that’s got you cutting all ties with the Jedi Order, teaming up with a Sith, and going as far as to use the Misty Point to come looking for little old me?”

“On the day you left the Order, I went to you and asked you why. You told me that I would understand someday. Do you remember?” Akashi says, concentrating completely on his tea.

“Yeah, I remember,” Nijimura says softly. “The truth is, I had hoped that you would understand someday, but I was never sure if you would or not. Or if you would realise before you do something you regret.”

The pause is obviously meant to prompt Akashi to say something, but he keeps his eyes on his cup and makes no move to acknowledge it.

“Is this about what happened to Kuroko?” Nijimura offers.

“You’ve heard,” Akashi says pointlessly, taking a sip of tea, “I don’t know if I understand yet or not. But I do know that what they are going to do to Tetsuya is wrong.”

“So you’re coming to me to, what? Break into a maximum security cell deep in the heart of the Jedi Order? Guarded by, let me remind you, some of the best Jedi in the galaxy – including our compatriots. And for what? To break him out? What if he doesn’t want to leave? What if he agrees with their ruling?”

“Well, when you put it like that, it does sound crazy doesn’t it,” Mayuzumi adds. Akashi’s looking a little crazy around the eyes, time to tone the mood down a little.

“And what’s your part in this?” Nijimura turns to Mayuzumi for the first time since they reached his ship.

“Hot sex with Akashi,” Mayuzumi says promptly, relishing in the small furrow between Nijimura’s brows. Nijimura doesn’t look like he believes him, but he does looks over at Akashi instead.

“We met after I left the Order,” Akashi says in reply to the expectant gaze. “I hadn’t yet decided what to do then. But I knew that I didn’t agree, and that I needed a place to think – away from the Order and their unbending beliefs. That was when I found Mayuzumi on a tiny little moon not unlike this one. I could tell he was a Sith, though I didn’t know exactly who he was at the time, but I could also tell that he had no interest in doing anything. I was…interested.”

“Imagine my surprise when I see this guy who looks like someone’s rich heir decided to go slumming it in anonymity comes up to me and chats me up.” Mayuzumi picks up the thread. “Imagine my further surprise when, after some mind-blowing sex, it turns out he’s a Jedi who already knew I was a Sith.”

“So what, the sex was so good you decided to follow him in breaking into maximum security?” Nijimura still has that little furrow between his brows.

“Nah. I won’t say the sex isn’t great, but the prospect of messing with the Jedi is just a lot of fun, that’s all.” Mayuzumi takes a big gulp of tea.

“You know what they’d do to you if they catch you.” Nijimura narrows his eyes.

“Nothing more than what they would do to you,” Mayuzumi points out.

Once again, Akashi cuts into their exchange before they go any further. “Nijimura, you seem to be aware of everything already. Before we even got here. So surely you already have an answer for me.”

“Yeah,” Nijimura admits, “you’re not the only people who decided to come to me about Kuroko. But I heard from Hanamiya that he’s bringing over someone interesting, someone who wants to meet me, so I decided to wait here a bit longer.”

Akashi blinks in surprise at the reveal, then sighs. “Aomine and Momoi?”

“And Kise,” Nijimura confirms.

Meanwhile, Mayuzumi is still in shock because, “You’re on good terms with the captain of the Misty Point?!”

“I wouldn’t exactly say we’re on good terms.” Nijimura winced. “This is the Misty Point we’re talking about here. But I know Hanamiya; he knows not to mess with me. And he…keeps me updated.”

“Impressive,” Mayuzumi admits grudgingly.

“Anyway,” Nijmura runs a hand through his hair roughly. “If you guys are also planning to break Kuroko out, that’s great. The more the merrier. We can go together since I’m meeting up with Aomine and the others anyway.”

“Where are they right now?” Akashi asks, putting his now empty cup gently down on the counter.

“On Seirin,” Nijimura replies, standing up and tidying away the cups now that they’ve all finished. “It’s where Kuroko was stationed, right? And where that guy he got together with is from?”

“Kagami,” Akashi confirms. “That makes sense. Kuroko has a lot of supporters on Seirin. As non-Jedi they won’t care that he went against the Order.”

“Yeah, it’s the smart thing to do.” Nijimura smirks. “Momoi probably came up with it since the alternatives are Aomine or Kise. Midorima’s probably still playing hard to get, but knowing him he’ll join us sooner or later.” Nijimura pauses, looking at Akashi shrewdly. “That just leaves Murasakibara.”

“Do you think he will join us?” Akashi says mockingly. There is something dark in his eyes.

“You’d be surprised,” Nijimura tells him frankly.

“Will I?” is all Akashi says.

The mood is getting heavy again, and Nijimura doesn’t look like he has any answers. Mayuzumi decides to change the subject. “So how long from here to Seirin?”

“Not long,” Nijimura says. “It’s pretty close. We leave now, and we’ll get there in about a month with this ship.” He pats one wall kindly as he saunters towards the cockpit. With nothing else to do, Mayuzumi and Akashi follow behind him obediently.

Watching someone pilot a ship isn’t any more interesting when the person doing it is a Jedi using his mastery of the Force to do things that no normal person can. Mostly because it’s the kind of thing that Mayuzumi himself does all the time. So he does what he always does when he’s bored, turn to Akashi seated beside him and lean down until his lips meet the shell of that perfectly formed ear.

“Mayuzumi,” Akashi gasps in pleasure, “stop that.” But he leans his body towards Mayuzumi anyway, one hand coming down heavily on his thigh.

“Are you guys having sex in my cockpit?” Nijimura asks indignantly, most of his concentration still on the screens in front of him as he navigates the ship out into space.

“I’m sure such an experienced pilot like you can fly this ship in much harsher conditions,” Mayuzumi replies carelessly. He’s half out of his seat by now, mouthing against Akashi’s collarbone with both hands sneaking under his shirt to thumb at his nipples. Akashi has stopped protesting by now and is returning the favour by rubbing at Mayuzumi’s erection through his trousers.

Nijimura groans. “Just keep it down will ya? The Stationmaster’s still on the other end.”

Faintly, Mayuzumi can hear someone say, “Are there people having sex on your ship, Nijimura? As Stationmaster, it is my duty to inspect ships before I let them leave, you know. Let me see!” But he’s too busy sucking on Akashi’s nipple to care. Above him, Akashi is covering his mouth with one hand to keep his moans from slipping out. It’s not working. Mayuzumi makes sure of that, both hands down Akashi’s trousers and teasing him as much as he can while he bites down gently on the nipple he had been sucking.

They’re both getting into it by this point. Akashi stretching out one foot to press down on the front of Mayuzumi’s trousers, with both hands wound round Mayuzumi’s neck to keep his face pressed against his nipple. Mayuzumi, having taken all of Akashi’s clothes off, easily stretches one hand further back so that he is pressing against that strip of skin between balls and hole, while his other hand plays with the tip of Akashi’s erection.

In fact, they are so into it, Mayuzumi almost forgets where they are and is unpleasantly surprised when he feels Nijimura focusing on them instead of in front him. “Are we distracting you, Captain?” he says, finally freeing his head from Akashi’s death grip.

Nijimura is looking at them with something odd in his eyes. Experience tells Mayuzumi that it is not quite jealousy, and not quite lust; faint memories of a time Mayuzumi no longer has any connection to tells him that there is concern in that look. That Nijimura cares. No wonder he left the Jedi Order.

“Wanna join?” Mayuzumi asks carelessly, looking up at Akashi. The way he looks down steadily at Mayuzumi, then turns wordlessly to face Nijimura – Mayuzumi can tell he wants it.

“My bed is this way,” is all Nijimura says. A quick tap of the keys puts the ship onto autopilot, and then Nijimura is standing and leading the way out of the cockpit.

Mayuzumi and Akashi stand as one, the connection between them helping as they crowd Nijimura in front of them. Akashi has pride of place draped over Nijimura’s back, rubbing his face into his spine. Mayuzumi doesn’t know what it means, but it’s obvious that there’s a reason behind it from the way Nijimura stiffens and groans painfully. It’s a good thing the distance is a short one, because Nijimura’s erection is starting to look painful by the time they get to the bed. Part of that is Mayuzumi’s fault, since he keeps biting at Nijimura’s ear and neck, trying to find the places that will make him moan even more.

But it seems Nijimura has had enough of being ganged up on, because he twists and grabs Akashi under his armpits the moment they get to the bed and heaves the two of them onto it. Without giving him time to get used to it, Nijimura immediately goes down and starts sucking at Akashi’s cock. Mayuzumi takes the time to enjoy the view for a bit, before Akashi starts squirming in Nijimura’s grip and turning to Mayuzumi to look at him imploringly.

Mayuzumi is very aware that he is being deliberately enticed. He doesn’t really care. Joining them on the bed, Mayuzumi pulls Akashi into a sitting position then shifts behind him. Lifting Akashi into his lap, Mayuzumi lays Akashi’s erection on top of his own and clamps Akashi’s legs shut between his. They both moan at the friction, but Mayuzumi has a better idea. “Ever sucked two cocks at once? You up for it?”

Nijimura rolls his eyes. “You don’t need to keep challenging me, you know,” he grumbles. But his body is honest and Mayuzumi can tell his dick stiffened at his words.

It is the best idea Mayuzumi had ever had, and he had had a lot of good ideas when it comes to sex. It helps that Nijimura is really good at giving head. He knows just where to apply pressure, when to suck; the exact timing to play with their balls when sucking at the very tip and using his tongue to play with their slits. The view is great too, of course, that irreverent mouth full to bulging around their erections, the way his eyes narrow and brows furrow in concentration trying to take them both. Mayuzumi knows he’s more into this than Akashi is, so he’s expecting it when he comes first. But he takes the chance given to him, and uses the fact that both Akashi and Nijimura were taken by surprise to slide his hands under Akashi’s knees and spread his legs wide, so that everything is fully laid out. “Wanna get fucked?” he whispers in Akashi’s ear.

Akashi is looking at Nijimura when he says, “Yes, please.”

Nijimura licks his lips. “Alright.”

In a weird synchronicity, possibly because of the great sex, both Mayuzumi and Nijimura spit into their palms at the same time. Mayuzumi is slightly faster in shoving his finger inside Akashi, but Nijimura is there soon enough. There is a weird thrill in working Akashi open with someone else; not nearly as disrupting as Mayuzumi was expecting. In fact, it’s…intimate.

Mayuzumi cuts that thought off before it can take root and takes out his fingers. “All ready,” he says as mockingly as he can, ignoring Akashi’s fingers digging into his arm.

Nijimura looks at him for a moment, then takes the cue and sinks his erection inside. Akashi gasps at the suddenness, and claws at Nijimura in retaliation. It has the exact effect he’s going for, because Nijimura gives a high-pitched gasp and grasps Akashi’s hips tightly, his own pumping back and forth relentlessly. Mayuzumi just sits and enjoys the view for a moment, before he takes the invitation Akashi gives through his arched back and starts twisting lightly at his nipples.

Mayuzumi can tell Nijimura can’t last much longer, not with Akashi squirming and moaning non-stop between them. The only thing that’s stopping Akashi from coming is his own hand grasping tightly at the base of his erection. But Mayuzumi underestimates Nijimura’s tenacity, and can’t help but watch in grudging admiration as Nijimura slows down the speed of his thrusts and starts changing the angle every time he pulls out. He finds what he’s looking for soon enough, and Akashi lasts through two strikes against his prostate before he is coming between them, come flying all over both his and Nijimura’s chests. Satisfied, Nijimura thrusts one more time and comes deep inside, prompting another moan from Akashi.

The three of them lie on the bed for a while, listening to each other breath. But it is not meant to last. “Why did you disappear?” Nijimura asks into the quiet.

Akashi takes a deep breath. “You were right. You were right all along and they were wrong. It’s all so stupid. Running away like children from the things that scare us. As if that will make the scary things go away. The Order isn’t strong, it’s weak. Because it doesn’t know how to deal with emotions and it doesn’t try to learn and all we are doing is fooling ourselves that we are dealing with it when we are not.”

“I think you’re giving me too much credit,” Nijimura says drily. “I couldn’t do what the Order asked of me so I left. That’s all there is to it. Whether that makes me a better person or not isn’t really something I ever thought much about.”

“Maybe you have point.” Mayuzumi is convinced Akashi would never have said that if it wasn’t for the great sex. He doesn’t know how to feel about that. Nijimura seems to realise it too, because he sighs but doesn’t press any further.

“We should get cleaned up,” Mayuzumi offers into the awkward silence. He has no interest in being the reasonable one, but they do have to put up with each other in an enclosed space for the next month. No point in making things unbearable.