Fics like Behind Glass

If you’d asked Ren to make a list of things Akechi might do after surviving certain death, twice, he would not have put ‘continue his dumb celebrity career’ on it anywhere. Like, not even as a back-up option. Not even close. Akechi shrugs. “My agent called. There was still interest. I need money to live. Do you expect me to get a job at 777?” Akechi’s face is on the 777. His smile glimmers out at the world, his eyes sparkling with secrets, as if nothing could be more coyly, erotically compelling than a cheap can of iced tea. The photographer seems to have been very, very interested in the way Akechi’s long fingers in black leather gloves set off the sweet curve of his lower lip. Every time Ren works a shift he has to look at this poster for hours. And the advertising campaign is working, so he also has to look at the mini-version on the special limited edition cans of iced tea that everyone is suddenly buying.

Fics like Behind Glass

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