yeska_noka

Significantly Other (Nikaido/Senga, G)

Tue, 08 Dec 2009 22:47:51 GMT

Title: Significantly Other
Pairing: Nikaido/Senga
Rating/Warnings: G
AN: There are some discussions Nikaido would rather never have.

Significantly Other

When Nikaido finally decides to tell his parents, he makes sure that it's on a day his sister is going to be out late. He's so nervous at dinner, terrified really, that he feels sick. Of course his mother notices.

"Are you alright?" she asks, looking at him with concern. His father eyes him as well, and Nikaido gives up trying, setting his chopsticks back on the table.

"I need to talk to you. Both of you," he says, and it comes out a lot shakier than he'd have liked.

His parents agree to wait until after dinner, but Nikaido's lack of appetite seems to be contagious and dinner is over fairly quickly, with even his parents' plates still partially full.

His mother leaves the dishes and gets them all into the living room instead, and once he's sitting and facing the two of them, Nikaido nearly loses his nerve. It's the scariest thing he's ever had to do, and he can barely breathe. He takes the biggest breath he can.

"So," he starts. "I've been seeing someone."

His parents wait patiently, but Nikaido can't bring himself to say more, his throat closing tight in panic. Everything he's planned to say flies out of his head, and his parents eyes are drilling into him, waiting, waiting...

"I'm so sorry!" Nikaido manages to gasp, and bows his head. He can't look them in the eye, and tears are welling up in his own.

His father speaks after a moment. "Did you get someone pregnant?" he asks, sounding highly disapproving.

Nikaido's threatening tears spill down as he half laughs, half cries at the absurdity of the statement. He looks up at his parents. "I don't think that's possible," he mutters.

They take a moment to digest that, and then share a look that makes Nikaido realize with sudden shocking clarity that his announcement isn't going to be the surprise he thought it would - his parents have already had this discussion. He's not sure whether that makes him feel better or worse.

Better, maybe, because when his mother asks, "It's a boy, isn't it?" at least Nikaido doesn't have to say it himself.

He nods, not trusting his voice, and drops his head again, letting his tears drip from the tip of his nose.

"Is it Fujigaya-kun?" His mother inquires, and Nikaido wonders how it's possible that his parents are shocking him more than the other way around.

"What!" He glares at his mother as best he can through his tears. "No!" He doesn't want to spend time thinking about what the expression on her face might mean.

"Do we know... him?" Nikaido's father finally asks, and Nikaido nods again and drops his head. His tears are finally stopping, panic receding, although he can't speak in more than a whisper.

"Kento," he says. "Senga." Just in case there was any question. His parents nods tell him there probably wasn't. "You knew, didn't you?" he accuses.

"We had a pretty good idea," his father admits. His mother explains, "he's always been very important to you, like he's special."

"He is," Nikaido agrees, both important and special.

His father sighs, and it sounds resigned. He looks it, too, when Nikaido can bring himself to raise his head again. "You should tell your sister," he says, and stands up.

"Wait, that's it?" Nikaido stares.

"Is there anything else to say?" his father wonders, and when Nikaido says nothing, he nods. "Well then." He excuses himself to the bedroom, and Nikaido's mother stands as well.

"I'll go clean up dinner," she states, and walks towards the kitchen. She pauses at the door and turns. "Taka."

Nikaido looks over at her.

"We love you," she says. "Don't ever forget that." And then she disappears around the corner.

It hadn't gone at all the way he expected, but Nikaido feels a million times better.

~~~~~

When his sister comes home, she's less than impressed by his news.

"And?" she says, looking a bit confused.

"And?" Nikaido echoes. "And what?"

"That's it?" his sister asks. "I already knew that."

"How?" Nikaido demands, something he hadn't had the nerve to really ask his parents.

His sister snorts. "It's obvious. He comes over here and it's like, you're both so obviously in love with each other, it's stupid." She rolls her eyes, but pats his arm in a theoretically comforting way. "Look, don't worry about it, okay? It's fine."

And apparently, it is.

Leveling Up, For Real (Sakurai/Tsukioka, R)

Sun, 15 Nov 2009 08:26:47 GMT

Omg, October fic FAIL. D:

Title: Leveling Up, For Real
Pairing: Sakurai/Tsukioka
Rating/Warnings: R for Tsukioka's method of falling asleep.
AN: Written for mousapelli. Keep up the great work on the NaNo! :D

The parts in grey are directly from Mousie's latest chapter. It would really help if you read that, but I added it here as well to give some direct context.

Leveling Up, For Real

"Sakkun?" Tsukioka whispered in the dark of their hotel room in the middle of the night. "Sakkun!"

"What?" Sakurai answered eventually, voice gruff.

"Are you awake?"

"I am now, idiot," Sakurai grunted. He rolled over onto his side, wincing at the pull of his stiff muscles. "What do you want?"

"I can't sleep," Tsukioka said plaintively.

"That sucks, because we've got two more shows tomorrow," Sakurai let his eyes slip shut again, "so you probably ought to."

"But I can't," Tsukioka insisted, and Sakurai heard the rustling of Tsukioka moving around in his blankets. "My brain won't shut up."

"Count sheep."

Tsukioka's pout was perfectly audible. "I don't like sheep. They smell."

"Then count something else," Sakurai snapped, trying to burrow deeper into his pillow. "Tsuki, shut up, okay? I just want to sleep."

"Well, me too!" Tsukioka protested. "But I can't!"

"What am I supposed to do about it?!"

There was silence for a couple seconds, during which Sakurai hoped fuzzily that maybe Tsukioka would just roll over and work it out for himself.

"Lemme sleep with you."

Sakurai's eyes popped back open. "You can't be serious." There was a moment of silence, during which Sakurai's brain slowly ground to the conclusion that Tsukioka was indeed serious. "What are you, five?"

"No." Tsukioka rustled some more, and suddenly was standing next to Sakurai's bed. There was just enough dim light filtering in through the window that Sakurai could make out his bed-headed silhouette looming over him. "Come on, let me."

Too exhausted to argue about it, Sakurai shifted over enough for Tsukioka to climb up on the edge of the bed, then grunted when Tsukioka shoved him over some more.

"Oi, too close," Sakurai protested grumpily when Tsukioka's heat settled against his side.

"Then do something about it," was Tsukioka's retort.

For a moment, Sakurai considers just ignoring him, but Tsukioka is right there and that's the problem, and it's just too tempting. Before he can think about it too much, he's got his fingers up under Tsukioka's t-shirt, Tsukioka writhing in an attempt to escape the tickle-attack, giggling his head off.

"Stop, stop!" Tsukioka shrieks, but Sakurai has no such intention, especially when he's got the upper hand. He runs his fingers along Tsukioka's side until Tsukioka can't breathe, his cries for help nothing but airy gasps. It hits Sakurai suddenly with all the force of an express train, that what he'd really love is to see Tsukioka breathless and gasping from something else. He snatches his hands back as if he'd been burned, but Tsukioka does that weird mind-reading thing he does and his mouth is pressed to Sakurai's before Sakurai knows it.

It's just a quick kiss, Tsukioka trying to catch his breath and laughing too hard for anything else. But even that is shocking enough to Sakurai. He shoves at Tsukioka's shoulder.

"What the hell!"

Tsukioka grins at him in the grey of their room. "It got you to stop," he laughs. "Didn't it?"

Sakurai wants to argue that he'd pulled back before Tsukioka had kissed him, but then he thinks of why he pulled away and says nothing.

"Hey," Tsukioka says, sounding a bit more normal, although he's still breathing quickly. He pokes Sakurai in the side and Sakurai squirms away. "You've kissed YamaKou before," Tsukioka points out.

"Only once!" Sakurai retorts. "And that was an accident!"

"Well, it's a lot better when it's not an accident, you know?" Tsukioka sounds smug.

"'You know?'" Sakurai echoes. "And just why do you know?"

"School." Tsukioka laughs and snuggles closer. "Aww, come on," he says. "It's nice."

Sakurai wonders if it's normal to feel unreasonably jealous. Tsukioka is theirs. "What's nice?" He asks, suspicious.

Tsukioka laughs again, sweet and happy. "Kissing, of course!" He places a hand on Sakurai's shoulder, and it's like he's flipped a switch, because the room temperature suddenly feels ten degrees warmer. Sakurai doesn't push him away. "Come on," Tsukioka coaxes.

He should really, really say no, Sakurai thinks. Really. But he doesn't do that, either. His mouth mutters a traitorous "okay," and then Tsukioka's lips are back on his.

Sakurai hasn't kissed another guy before (well, besides that one time with Kouji, but that really was an accident), and he's not sure what to expect. Honestly, he hasn't kissed all that many girls, either, but from what he does know, kissing Tsukioka doesn't feel much different. His lips aren't warm or cool, just a soft touch against Sakurai's that makes his heart flutter in his throat.

If he'd thought about kissing Tsukioka (which he can honestly say he hasn't), he wouldn't have thought he'd kiss like this. If anyone had asked, Sakurai would have told them that he doesn't think Tsukioka has ever kissed anyone at all. Which is clearly not true. Tsukioka seems calm, relaxed. His kiss is confident and unhurried, insistent enough to get Sakurai to respond, but not pushy.

And Sakurai can't help but kiss him back. He's come to like Tsukioka a lot, even if he might not admit it out loud, and Tsukioka is important to him. Annoying, yes. Stupidly cute, yes. A really good kisser... yes. Tsukioka makes it easy.

"Mmm," Tsukioka mumbles, and Sakurai can feel the vibration of it across his lips. "I like the way you kiss."

"You're not bad," Sakurai mumbles back, although he's secretly relieved that his limited experience hasn't shown. He gets a bit nervous though, when Tsukioka's hand starts to drift, stroking down his arm, along his side... the lower he goes, the faster Sakurai's heart races. "Um, Tsuki..."

He can't get out any more than that, though. Tsukioka just leans in closer, swipes a tongue across Sakurai's lower lip, and now Sakurai starts to panic a bit. It feels good, really good, but Tsukioka is fast moving into unknown territory. Too distracted and nervous to stop him, Sakurai freezes when Tsukioka slides his tongue against Sakurai's. Tsukioka, of course, notices, and Sakurai's grateful for the bit of breathing space he's afforded as Tsukioka pulls back a bit.

"Sakkun?" Tsukioka questions. "What's wrong?"

"Um. I..." Sakurai's a bit older than Tsukioka, and it's really embarrassing to admit that he's apparently significantly less experienced.

"Oh." Tsukioka's quiet. "You've... never touched a boy before."

"You knew that," Sakurai hisses, blushing. "I told you that kiss with Kouji was an accident!"

"Sorry," Tsukioka says, sounding like he means it, and doesn't lean in to kiss him again, although his hand is still resting on Sakurai's hip. "If you don't want to..."

But that's just the thing. Sakurai does want to. But it involves revealing something else he'd rather not: "It's just—" Sakurai takes a deep breath. "I've never kissed anyone like that," he whispers, and almost prays that Tsukioka doesn't hear him. Tsukioka doesn't laugh, doesn't say anything, and Sakurai thinks that maybe he's safe.

"...not even a girl?" Tsukioka says finally, softly. He sounds curious, maybe a bit surprised, but not judgmental. It makes Sakurai feel a bit better.

"No," he admits. "But I want to."

"Is there someone you like?" Tsukioka asks him.

"No," Sakurai says, because Tsukioka, usually so good at reading people, can still be a bit dense at times. "I mean I want to with you."

"Oh! Okay." Tsukioka sounds much happier about this, and even though Sakurai is shaking a bit, more nervous than he'd care to admit, he doesn't push Tsukioka away when he leans in again.

There's a really big difference, Sakurai finds out, in kissing like this. Kissing girls was pleasant (the little that he'd experienced), and kissing Tsukioka was nice, but kissing Tsukioka like this makes Sakurai feel like he's liquid fire. He feels like he's melting as Tsukioka slides their tongues together, feels like he can't breathe, and the room temperature has definitely jumped another ten degrees. It unfortunately has another side effect, which Sakurai only notices when Tsukioka bumps their hips together with a pleased-sounding hum. The ragged noise it pulls from Sakurai's throat isn't quite so dignified. He tries to pull away again, wants to apologize, but Tsukioka won't let him go, his hand tightening on Sakurai's hip.

"Don't," he whispers, and Sakurai can feel Tsukioka's breath on his face. "It's really good."

"I don't know," Sakurai answers, because he doesn't, feeling unsure about everything all at once.

"You trust me," Tsukioka insists, knowing it's true. Sakurai nods, and he knows Tsukioka can see it despite the dark. "Then let me show you."

"Okay," Sakurai agrees, his voice small. He's all sorts of terrified, but he does trust Tsukioka, knows he won't make fun of him (too much), and can't really think of anyone else he'd rather try it with. Even Kouji would just be weird, somehow - they're best friends. But with Tsukioka, it feels right.

"Relax." Sakurai really doesn't know if he can follow Tsukioka's instructions, but he does his best not to noticeably jump as Tsukioka slides his hand up Sakurai's hip a bit and then back down, this time slipping beneath the fabric of Sakurai's underwear. He's not touching him yet, but Sakurai's heart feels ready to beat right out of his chest. He squeezes his eyes shut tight and tries to remember to breathe as Tsukioka slips his fingers along Sakurai's abdomen, his touch gentle.

"Tell me what you like," he says, and Sakurai doesn't think he can tell him anything, because there's no way he can even talk. All he manages is an inelegant, choked-off groan at first touch of Tsukioka's fingers on his erection. "Or, well." He can hear Tsukioka's smile. "Just stop me if there's anything you don't like, then.

Sakurai isn't sure how anyone could not like this, Tsukioka trailing fingertips across his skin, up and down and around, exploring, before finally wrapping his hand around Sakurai to give him a squeeze. Sakurai considers it a success that he doesn't come all over Tsukioka just from that.

"It'll help distract you a bit if you touch me, too," Tsukioka suggests. Sakurai wants to laugh. He can't tell if Tsukioka is being serious, or just being selfish, because touching Tsukioka like that isn't going to help Sakurai hold off any longer; Sakurai touches him anyway.

It's strange to touch someone else like this, instead of himself. There's a weird, disconnected feeling that does actually distract him. It's almost like he's touching himself - there's a cock in his hand and a hand on his cock, but it's not the same thing, feels different and not as good and better, all at the same time.

"Think you can concentrate enough to kiss me?" Now Tsukioka is teasing, but Sakurai doesn't mind, actually. There's a kindness to it, and it makes him feel more comfortable, because Tsukioka hasn't changed at all, and neither has he, and it's just like normal. Still...

"Don't think so," he manages, gritting his teeth against the pleasure rushing through him.

"Well," Tsukioka says, "then you can kiss me after." He speeds up his strokes suddenly, leaving Sakurai gasping and struggling to do the same, lost in the tension gathering low in his abdomen. He does his best to match Tsukioka's pace, but Tsukioka twists his fingers and Sakurai can't hold back anymore.

"Tsuki-chin," he gasps, and spills himself across Tsukioka's fingers. He doesn't fight when Tsukioka shifts closer and wraps his sticky hand around Sakurai's, urging him on.

"Almost there," he says, and leans in to kiss Sakurai as he comes.

Tsukioka keeps kissing him as they come down, lazy and slow enough that they can mostly catch their breath. Tsukioka is the first to pull away, still in the lead, and wipes their hands off on the corner of the sheet.

"Eww," Sakurai comments, but Tsukioka assures him that housekeeping has seen worse. Sakurai hadn't even thought about housekeeping, and it makes him blush violently to think about it now, but he doesn't argue the verity of Tsukioka's statement.

"'Tsuki-chin?'" Tsukioka asks, once they settled back down into the pillows.

"Huh?"

"You called me Tsuki-chin," he repeats, and then yawns.

"I..." Probably meant to say "Tsuki-chan" is what Sakurai thinks, but seeing as he doesn't even usually call him that, he says nothing.

"I like it," Tsukioka says, sounding decisive. "You should always call me that."

Sakurai blinks, and says okay when Tsukioka makes him promise.

"Good." And then Tsukioka is out, breathing softly against Sakurai's shoulder. Sakurai's mind is whirling and he knows that he'll never be able to sleep now...

The alarm wakes them both up in the morning, having soundly slept a full seven-and-a-half hours. Sakurai thinks there's something to be said for Tsukioka's methods.

Tsukioka's morning kiss makes him think there's something to be said for Tsukioka, as well.

Sakurai smiles.

Blameless (Sanada/Nozawa, NC-17)

Thu, 24 Sep 2009 00:36:14 GMT

Title: Blameless
Pairing: Sanada/Nozawa(/Hasshi)
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
AN: Written for DJ's Loveless AU verse. Directly follows this. I WOULD suggest reading that first, or this may not make too much sense.

Blameless

It hurts, Nozawa thinks. It hurts a whole hell of a lot.

Nozawa feels wretched when he thinks about it. Hashimoto had given everything for them, for him, and Nozawa doesn't know where he is now, lost, without him or Sanada or anyone at all. Nozawa wants to scream, wants to cry, but he does neither, just looks at Sanada's face and knows that he has to be the strong one. He can't even imagine how Sanada must feel, having lost first Kamei, and now the other part of his original 'pair.' Nozawa can't imagine how Sanada feels, and doesn't want to imagine how Hashimoto's doing all alone.

Instead he leads Sanada back to their room, steels himself against a fresh wave of anguish when the door opens to a room much emptier than they'd left it. Hashimoto's things are all gone, and Sanada's tail goes stiff and then droops lifelessly along with his ears when he sees it. Nozawa pauses only to turn the lock on their door before pulling Sanada into his arms; he doesn't want Sanada to have to face anyone right now.

He leads Sanada to the bed they share, tugs him down onto it and hugs him close, strokes Sanada's ears.

He doesn't say it's okay, because it's not. So he says the only thing he can.

"It's okay to cry."

Sanada takes it like a command, sucking in a shuddery breath that ends in a sob. He presses his face into Nozawa's neck to muffle his cries, and Nozawa feels a thousand times worse.

They say that Zeros feel no pain. It's a lie. Having Hashimoto taken from them feels like someone's ripped out Nozawa's heart.

Nozawa wonders if this is what dying feels like. He can't change anything, can't make it better, and so Nozawa does the only thing he can think of. He pulls Sanada's head up and presses their lips together, kisses him with everything he has, and all he can taste are Sanada's tears.

It feels like a weight has been lifted from his chest when Sanada kisses him back, and Nozawa finds it easier to breathe when Sanada seems comforted by the familiar touch.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, and Sanada opens his eyes, looks at Nozawa, his gaze desolate.

"It's not your fault." Sanada's voice is hollow and empty.

"It is," Nozawa argues. "I'm not good enough."

"You're good enough for me," Sanada answers, "and you're good enough for Hasshi. Don't let Mary make you think that you're not." He snaps the last bit, the venom in his voice a clear reflection of his feelings. He's trying to be strong for Nozawa, and Nozawa thinks that maybe his heart isn't entirely broken, if he can love Sanada so much that it hurts. The idea of losing him, too...

He kisses Sanada again, pours all of his love into it. My feelings are my feelings, Hashimoto had said, and he was right. Zeros do feel. Nozawa feels. He loves and wants and hurts and—

My friends are my friends, and also under my protection. You will not touch them. Hashimoto did his part for them. But nothing is ever guaranteed, and Nozawa is scared, terrified of losing Sanada. If Hashimoto took away a piece of his heart, Sanada would take a piece of his soul, and Nozawa doesn't think he would survive it. He clings to Sanada tightly, breathes him in, wishes that if he squeezed tight enough, he could pull Sanada into him, make them one person so that they could never be separated by anyone.

And then he realizes that he can. He leans back far enough to look Sanada in the eye.

"Make love to me," Nozawa says.

"What?!" Sanada's fur stands out in shock. "But we'll lose our ears!"

"Exactly!" Nozawa is vehement. "It's our choice, our decision. She can't make us. It's something only we can give each other, and no one will ever be able to take that from us!"

"Yuki..."

"Please." Nozawa doesn't care if he isn't being rational. "I love you."

"...Okay."

"Yes?"

"Yes."

Nozawa kisses Sanada again, desperate and fierce. He's not going to lose him.

They undress each other, anything to keep from having to move too far apart, from having to stop touching each other, and Nozawa lies back on the bed. Sanada sits beside him. They have lube— they're teenage boys —but they don't have condoms. They've never had a need for those, and Nozawa hopes it won't matter now; they've only ever been with each other.

"You're scared," Sanada says softly, and Nozawa looks up at him, surprised.

"What makes you say that?" he asks, even though Sanada is correct. Nozawa's never done this before, as is evident from the ears on his head and his matching— He jumps a bit as Sanada smooths a hand down his tail.

"You're so expressive," Sanada explains, looking a bit wistful, and Nozawa blushes. He's never been quite able to control his reactions when it comes to his tail, and he knows Sanada kind of... has a thing for it. Until now, he's pretended not to notice, but he realizes that he'll miss making Sanada all flustered with just a twitch. He curls his tail around Sanada's arm.

"I am scared," he admits. "It changes everything. But it's what I want, and I trust you."

Sanada smiles. He doesn't look happy, probably can't be happy right now, but it's an accepting smile and Nozawa knows that despite the pain he's in, Sanada hasn't closed off his heart.

It's embarrassing, Nozawa feels, to be all spread out for Sanada like this. He hisses at the first touch, the lube wet against his skin.

"It's okay," he tells Sanada to forestall any hesitation. There's a moment of pressure before Nozawa can relax, but then Sanada's past the initial resistance and sliding his finger all the way inside. It doesn't hurt, just feels oddly uncomfortable. Sanada moves like Nozawa had explained to him, trying to stretch Nozawa, watching his face carefully, and Nozawa closes his eyes against the scrutiny.

"I think," he starts, "maybe you should..." They've come close to having sex before, feel comfortable generally making each other feel good, but they've never talked about it before. It's awkward. Nozawa braces himself mentally and just says it. "Can you jerk me off, too?"

Nozawa wants to hide, but he's glad to see a spark of real amusement behind the sadness in Sanada's eyes. "Okay."

With Sanada's hand on him, it does start to feel a little better.

"How's this?" Sanada asks, and Nozawa has to swallow before he answers, his voice coming out lower than expected.

"It's good."

Sanada's mouth on his cock distracts Nozawa from the oddness of the second finger, the stretch of it almost nothing compared to the feel of Sanada's tongue swirling around his tip.

"Now?" Sanada pulls back to ask, and Nozawa just wants his mouth back where it was. He tries to focus on the question.

"Um, I think—" He winces as Sanada scissors his fingers wider. "I think you're a bit bigger than that."

He wishes Sanada could smirk about it, like he normally would. But Sanada just nods, serious, and pours more lube around his fingers. "Ready?"

Nozawa nods and takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly and doing his best to relax as Sanada presses in with three. He grits his teeth, squeezes his eyes shut tight, and does his best to bear it, but he can feel his body fighting Sanada and can't make himself stop. He wants to let him in, but doesn't know how, keeps trying to will away the pressure until Sanada pauses.

Nozawa can feel the change in him even before Sanada speaks, doesn't know what Sanada'll say and wants to command him to stop, but he's distracted and too slow.

"You can't fight the one who loves you."

Nozawa cries out in disappointment as all sensation disappears; he wanted to feel him, to feel everything! He opens his mouth to command Sanada to take it back, but then Sanada moves and Nozawa gasps. Because Sanada hadn't taken everything away - just the resistance. When Sanada moves his fingers again, they slide in easily, and Nozawa can feel Sanada moving inside him once more.

It's a different kind of pleasure than he's used to, less direct, but somehow more intense, a weird sort of sensation that curls up inside of him and makes him shake. He silently withstands as much as he can, until it becomes too much and he can't hold back a moan.

Sanada looks relieved. "It's okay now, right?"

"It's so much more than okay," Nozawa gasps, squeezing his eyes shut again.

"Oh. That's good."

Nozawa forces his eyes open to see Sanada's small smile and feels entirely selfish. He wants Sanada to feel this, to feel it together. He focuses as much as he can and wraps his tail around Sanada's cock.

Sanada's eyes widen. "Yuki!"

Nozawa smiles at him. He doesn't have enough dexterity with his tail to really grip onto anything, so Sanada probably feels nothing more than a feather-light tease, but it's enough to make him want more. He can tell from the way Sanada can't stop his hips from flexing, the fur on his ears and tail sticking out all over as it usually does when Sanada is aroused. He feels a bit empty as Sanada removes his fingers and they rearrange themselves, Nozawa replacing his tail with his hand on Sanada's cock, working him to full hardness as Sanada groans and pushes into his touch.

He leans in close and kisses Sanada, slides his tongue against Sanada's and swallows his sounds.

"Yuma," he says between kisses. "Yuma."

"Nngh."

"Make love to me, Yuma." He pulls away and waits until Sanada meets his eye. "Love me."

Sanada's answer isn't all that coherent, but his fervent nod is clear enough, and he readily follows when Nozawa settles onto his back, sprawling out on top of him.

It doesn't hurt at all when Sanada slides inside of him, it can't. Instead it's just that feeling again, but deeper, more intense. Nozawa gasps for air, can't catch his breath, and this time, when Sanada muffles a cry into Nozawa's neck, Nozawa doesn't feel awful at all.

They stay like that, unmoving, for long moments, amazed with just the feeling of being together. Nozawa lifts his tail to curl it around Sanada's thigh and Sanada whimpers.

"You," he says, and Nozawa can feel his lips moving against his skin, "feel so good, Yuki."

"Mm," Nozawa answers, and nudges Sanada back so he can see his face. "Are you ready?"

"Y-yeah," Sanada replies, and slides slowly out, ecstasy written across his features, before thrusting back in. It's almost too good, but Nozawa forces himself to keep his eyes open, to watch as Sanada moves, and Sanada does the same, his eyes fluttering shut periodically when he just can't help it. It's slow and oh so good, the way Sanada feels inside of him, and Nozawa doesn't think it could ever get any better, until it does.

The cry is forced from his throat before he can stop it, a sharp shock of arousal exploding low in Nozawa's body.

"Good?" Sanada asks, because he knows Nozawa can't feel pain.

"So good," Nozawa gasps, and digs his fingers tight into Sanada's shoulders. "Again. Do it again."

Sanada gives up and closes his eyes after a few more thrusts, and Nozawa is past the point of minding. He's content to watch the expressions of pleasure pass across Sanada's face as Sanada makes him feel better than he's ever felt. Sanada's hair is falling across his face, and Nozawa reaches up to push it back. He slides his hand through Sanada's hair, gently strokes Sanada's ear, the fur beneath his fingers fluffy and soft. Sanada moans and leans into his touch, thrusts harder, and Nozawa completely understands. It feels so intense it's almost uncomfortable, a strong pressure inside, but it's gathered in a sort of shimmering pleasure that sends bright flashes out along his nerves each time Sanada hits the right spot.

"Ahh!"

Nozawa recognizes the signs as Sanada gets progressively more vocal. "Wait, wait," he says, and scrambles to pull Sanada's hand down between them, wraps both their hands around himself. "Wait for me."

"I— ah!" Sanada cries out again. "So close!"

It's an abuse of privilege, but Nozawa doesn't care. "Wait for me!" he commands, and Sanada sobs in desperation, unable to do anything but obey.

"Hurry..." But he keeps going, thrusts into Nozawa hard and fast, squeezes their laced fingers around Nozawa's cock, and there, there. Nozawa can feel his orgasm gathering, coiling so tight inside that he can't speak.

"Now," he mouths instead, "Together." Sanada doesn't have his eyes open to see, but Nozawa knows he understands, feels Sanada come apart even as the wave of his own orgasm crashes through him. He throws his free arm around Sanada's neck and pulls him down close, can feel Sanada's shudders match his own.

He lets him go only when the shivers subside, but Sanada doesn't pull away, mumbling something in Nozawa's ear that Nozawa can't quite make out, but he can hear the (IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou) in his head, Sanada equally abusing their bond when his voice fails him. It feels better somehow, and Nozawa doesn't want to break the silence.

(Are you okay?) he asks.

(...I will be.) Sanada answers, and that's probably the best he'll get for now. The hole that Hashimoto has left in their hearts is raw, nothing will make that better, but they still have each other. It's all that they have, but it's enough to let them survive, to let them eventually heal.

They rest for a while, tucked close together. Nozawa pokes at Sanada gently when Sanada starts to doze off. He doesn't want to wake him, but (I think it might be a bit weird if you fall asleep inside me) he points out.

(What if I WANT to fall asleep inside you?) Sanada asks, and he might think it's a romantic idea, but Nozawa's a little bit more practical.

(We should get cleaned up first,) he says. Sanada makes a face at him, but pulls out slowly, both of them blushing at bit at the sound it makes, despite themselves. Sanada rolls off so that Nozawa can sit up. But when he does...

"I feel weird," Nozawa states aloud, because he does. He feels different, complete and happy, but like there's something missing. Not Hashimoto, not that kind of pain, but just a strange feeling of loss, like he's lighter than he should be.

"Yuki..." He looks over when Sanada speaks, his voice hushed and reverent-sounding.

Oh. Sanada is holding one of Nozawa's ears in his hand, looking at it with awe. The other is on the pillow, the sleek, black fur standing out against the white of the sheets, Sanada's fluffy, brown ones off to the side. Nozawa's tail is still caught loosely over Sanada's thigh, not attached to anything at all, and while he can't see for himself, Nozawa would bet that Sanada's is lost somewhere in their covers. He twists around to look at himself, but it's impossible to see from that angle.

"What does it look like?" he wants to know.

"Um." Sanada pushes him forward slightly with a hand on his back, leans down to look, and Nozawa tries not to squirm. "It's... just a kind of discolored spot? A little lighter than the rest of your skin, but you can't feel it or anything." He punctuates the statement by brushing his fingers over the spot, and Nozawa jumps a bit.

Sanada laughs. "You're so weird," he says. "Why are you embarrassed?"

"I'm not," Nozawa argues, and even though he no longer has his tail to give him away, he's sure Sanada knows that he's lying. He lets Sanada lean in to kiss him anyway.

"Let me see yours?" Sanada has no problem with that, and Nozawa stares at the mark where Sanada's tail used to be.

They find Sanada's tail after a moment of searching and place it next to Nozawa's, standing together and staring down at them in contemplation. Nozawa knows that most people don't keep their tails - it's a sign of maturity to let them go - but he still feels a bit reluctant to just wrap them up and throw them away. They do, though, no ceremony about it, because neither of them know of anything else they're supposed to do with them, haven't heard of any traditions or customs.

Once they've showered and dressed, and Nozawa has carefully cleaned all of their ears, they sit and watch them dry. Sanada holds his hand and Nozawa lets him, accepting in silence. Eventually he looks up and catches Sanada's eye. He speaks slowly, unsure of his idea and not wanting to hurt Sanada any more than he is.

"I think... we should give our ears to Hasshi," he suggests, and waits for Sanada's reaction.

Sanada doesn't really move much, just tilts his head a bit to look at their ears again.

"It would mean a lot to Hasshi."

"Is it okay, though," Nozawa checks, "to give them away?"

"Yes," Sanada says. He smiles, small, but real, and squeezes Nozawa's hand. "Because I still have you."

Not-So-Sweet Revenge (Tamamori/Miyata, PG) and Nothing Special (Nikaido/Senga, R)

Sat, 12 Sep 2009 04:18:04 GMT

Title: Not-So-Sweet Revenge
Pairing: Tamamori/Miyata
Rating/Warnings: PG
AN: Based on that infamous picture of Tama in a school girl outfit.

Not-So-Sweet Revenge

"You really don't make a good-looking girl," Fujigaya says, eyeing Tamamori critically. Tamamori flushes with embarrassment, and while he can't really hit Fujigaya, he can certainly whack Nikaido when he agrees with Fujigaya's assessment.

"Ow!" Nikaido whines, clutching his arm. "Geez, your personality matches your looks." He dances out of the way of another smack. "Bitch," he adds.

Tamamori would stomp after him to give him a piece of his mind, but suddenly Senga's in his face, leering. "I think you're pretty, Tama-chan," he sing-songs, and Tamamori smacks him, too, sending him scurrying over to Nikaido.

He drops heavily into a chair, scowling at everyone.

"That's not very lady-like," Kitayama says, and he kicks Tamamori's knees together as he passes by his chair. "You don't want people seeing things." Tamamori scowls harder at Kitayama's laughter.

He expects Yokoo to at least say nothing, and he mostly follows expectations, except for the bra that he drops onto Tamamori's head. "Use that," he directs, deadpan, and Tamamori chucks it at his face, not at all wanting to know where he'd procured it.

"Don't say anything," Tamamori warns as Miyata sits down next to him on the couch. Nikaido and Senga are looking at Miyata like he's crazy for entering the DANGER ZONE.

"Wasn't going to," Miyata says, and leaves it at that.

Tamamori is a bit surprised when Miyata really doesn't say anything more, and he's curious. He latches onto Miyata's arm during a break in the photoshoot.

"Hey."

"Hey," Miyata replies, glancing over at him with a small smile.

"Ne, Miyacchi," Tamamori starts. "What do you think?"

"About what?" Miyata asks.

"About me," Tamamori explains. "You know, as a girl."

Miyata frowns a bit and gives him a once-over. "Well, I don't know. I mean, I don't really like girls, and I don't want you as a girl. I just want you to be you."

"Oh."

"Is that bad?" Miyata asks, and Tamamori shakes his head.

Later, when everyone is choking on the salt water in their water bottles, Nikaido eyes Miyata balefully.

"How is it that you managed to get the only fresh water in the room?" (Tamamori is conspicuously absent.)

Miyata just shrugs.

Title: Nothing Special
Pairing: Nikaido/Senga
Rating/Warnings: R
AN: I felt bad for "not putting out" when everyone has been demanding the porn. So here, have some.

Nothing Special

"I really like you in your glasses," Nikaido says once he's got Senga pinned to the couch beneath him.

Senga laughs. "That's nothing new."

"Does it have to be?" Nikaido answers, and doesn't wait for Senga's response before leaning down to kiss him.

He does really like Senga in his glasses, and in most other things, as well, although he doesn't mention that at the moment. His boyfriend is just hot, and Nikaido doesn't have any compunctions about making good use of their free time, or in using a little honest flattery to get him what he wants. Which, right now, is Senga.

He lets the slide of their tongues together send arousal racing through him, doesn't try to control it, focuses on it instead until he's hard against Senga and the press of their cocks against each other only heightens the sensation. He grinds his hips down until he hears what he wants, Senga's muffled moans changing pitch with his frustration.

"We don't have much time," Nikaido whispers, and Senga tilts his head back and groans aloud.

"I hate when you do this," he complains.

"No, you don't," Nikaido says, fully confident in his reply. He's already sliding off the couch to kneel in front of Senga.

"No, I don't," Senga moans, his voice catching as Nikaido frees him from his pants and gives his cock a firm stroke.

Nikaido doesn't waste time, leans down and takes Senga in his mouth, sucks him hard until Senga's hips are rising off the couch and he's gasping for breath.

"Please," Senga says, more air than voice, "Nika, please." Not that Nikaido was thinking about stopping, keeps going until Senga comes sharp across his tongue with a choked-off yell.

He gives Senga a moment to pull himself together, and then they trade places. Senga starts with only his hand, resting his head on Nikaido's thigh as he catches his breath, and Nikaido lets him. He doesn't need to push for more when he knows that Senga will do whatever he wants once he's able to breathe again. Nikaido forces himself not to squirm for the minute or so it takes Senga to recover, and then he's pushing up into the wet heat of Senga's mouth, his fingers tight in Senga's hair. There's a cool touch on his stomach as the edge of Senga's glasses brushes his skin, Senga nosing at Nikaido's belly as he sucks him in deeper.

Nikaido closes his eyes and focuses on the details, the sounds, all the little touches, fingernails digging just slightly into his hip, the drag of Senga's tongue along his cock, and murmurs Senga's name in warning. It's not special or different, something they've done hundreds of times, but it always feels just as good, pleasure rushing through him in a bright moment or two and leaving him sated and relaxed.

Senga crawls up onto the couch next to him, gives a pleased little hum as he settles against Nikaido's side.

Nikaido thinks there's something really nice about routine.

Update

Fri, 11 Sep 2009 19:26:04 GMT

Finished off the Yokoo/Nika thing, if anyone wants that. Not that I think anyone wanted this, since it didn't turn out... well. Sorry.

Picture Perfect

Challenge (Yokoo/Nikaido, ?)

Tue, 01 Sep 2009 03:50:23 GMT

I wanted to get one last thing done for August. And this is... not done. BUT IT WILL BE. Just not in the next... ten minutes.

So here, have part of a totally unfinished fic, and I will get up titles and headings and, oh yeah, the rest of the fic... hopefully before I go to bed.

ETA: Oooor not. Oops. Well, this WILL get finished, and yes I'm cheating by making it count for August, but so what. :P
Also, to explain, mousapelli and I basically gave each other a 1-hour challenge to write random Kisumai pairings that we'd never written before. And look! I didn't even cope out and do random hook ups just for fun. Nika and Yokoo actually LIKE each other. Oh, and yeah. YOKOO. Ahahaha, neither of us have ever written him before, and I felt a bit sad that he's always left out on the action. ;D

ETA2:
~~PG so far, I think, but it won't be when I'm done~~

Finished. I'm really not inspired to write this pairing, and it didn't turn out how I expected. Interesting, though. Sorry, it's not the porn you all wanted.

Title: Picture Perfect
Pairing: Yokoo/Nikaido
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
AN: "picture perfect would be TOO CORNY" said diamondsjack, and thus I have a title.

Picture Perfect

The calendar shoot is one of the more awkward ones they've done, Yokoo thinks. They've got their group shots, and solo bits, and the shots with the other groups mixed in... all different types. But for some reason, it's this shot that's proving to be the hardest.

It's just him and Nikaido, which shouldn't be a problem, and yet it is. Yokoo has gotten really good at squashing any of his feelings for Nikaido until they're practically non-existent. But the photographer has them almost pressed nose to nose, and while it makes him go a bit cross-eyed, it's the look Nikaido is giving him that is making him uncomfortable. There's a short break in the constant snap-snap of the camera as the photographer fiddles with some of his equipment.

"Just stay like that," he directs, adding a harsher "DON'T MOVE" when Nikaido reaches up to flick a bit of hair out of his eyes. Nikaido drops his hand back to his side and gives Yokoo a small smirk that makes a trickle of arousal run down Yokoo's spine, which he steadfastly ignores.

Yokoo waits until the silence is unbearable. "This is awkward," he mumbles, trying not to move anything more than his lips. Nikaido still says nothing, smirking at him from an inch away. "You're not helping," Yokoo points out.

"Well," Nikaido says, his voice so quiet Yokoo can just barely detect his amusement, "It'd be a lot more awkward if you knew what I was thinking."

What?! Yokoo wants to squawk, but he can't, so he settles for attempting to kill Nikaido with his glare. "That's less than helpful," he hisses. "That's like going in reverse!"

Nikaido chuckles softly. "Don't you want to know?" he asks.

Yokoo's not sure he does, but Nikaido proceeds to tell him anyway, whispering away under his breath and murmuring obscene things even as the photographer resumes taking photos.

Want you closer, Watta. Want you to shove me on my back and...

By the time they're done, Yokoo would love to murder Nikaido, but he's got bigger problems. He walks stiffly towards the men's room, refusing to turn and give Nikaido the satisfaction of knowing that he'd won.

He can't help but complain about it later, and doesn't care if he sounds like he's whining. Kitayama is the only one older than him, and Yokoo takes the opportunity to indulge in some childish behavior.

"He wasn't teasing you, you know?" Kitayama says, hanging things up properly under Yokoo's watchful eye.

"Of course he was!" Yokoo argues. "You know how he gets! He's all... well, you know! He gets all smirky and I'm-hot-shit and You-want-me and—"

"But don't you?" Kitayama interrupts.

"No! I mean, he's just messing with my head!" Yokoo cringes as he slams his bag onto the counter harder than he intended to.

"And your body?" Kitayama smirks and Yokoo whacks him in the head.

"I don't even know why I bother with you," he growls, then drops into a chair with a huff as Kitayama balefully fluffs out the newly-squashed portion of his hairstyle.

"I'm serious, Wataru." Yokoo glances at him when Kitayama's voice reflects his statement. "Yes, he might have been messing with you a bit, but I don't think he didn't mean it. You know he doesn't lie."

Yokoo looks skeptical. "Even about that?"

"No. He may be a brat about how he says it, but Nika's being honest, I think." Kitayama looks him straight in the eye. "He really likes you, you know."

Yokoo waits to make sure Kitayama isn't making fun of him, then slouches in his chair. "He sure knows how to show it," he grumbles.

"But he doesn't," Kitayama says. "And there's the issue. So talk to him. And don't tell me you don't have feelings for him, Wataru," he adds. "I'm not blind."

Yokoo sighs.

He thinks about what Kitayama said for days, watches Nikaido carefully (not that he hadn't been doing that anyway), and when he's about as sure as he can be that Kitayama isn't setting him up for a spectacular fall, he asks Nikaido to wait for him. Nikaido readily agrees and waves Senga and Miyata on without him, waits patiently until everyone else leaves without a question. Yokoo can feel his eyes on him from where he sits on the couch, not helping Yokoo clean up in the slightest. Yokoo wants to be annoyed, wants to say to hell with it and tell Nikaido to go home, but, most of all, he really just wants Nikaido. It only makes Yokoo annoyed with himself. He puts a can of hairspray back in its proper place and, done tidying up, turns to Nikaido.

"So," he starts, and gathers his courage, "Kitayama says that you'll be on your back for me if I just ask you." He says it bluntly to match Nikaido's usual style, refuses to cow to his own nervousness.

"He said that?" Yokoo can hear the smirk in Nikaido's voice, but when he steels himself to look, he sees the embarrassment hiding beneath Nikaido's seemingly confident expression. Yokoo feels a bit better.

"Is it true?"

Nikaido stands, a slight hesitation reflecting an insecurity that doesn't mar his inviting smile. "Why don't you find out?" Nikaido murmurs.

And so Yokoo does. He moves to stand in front of Nikaido, and it's pretty clear that Nikaido isn't going to offer any resistance, but there's still a flutter of nervousness in Yokoo's belly. It changes in an instant though, as he leans down and presses his lips to Nikaido's, a shot of adrenaline mixed through with joy making him reach out to pull Nikaido closer. The kiss only lasts a few seconds before Nikaido touches his arm, leans back just enough to whisper against Yokoo's lips.

"I want you."

It sends a wave of happiness washing over Yokoo so powerfully that he wraps his arms around Nikaido and enfolds him in a hug, squeezes him tight. "Nika..."

He can feel Nikaido's laugh, hear him muffled and soft where his face is pressed into Yokoo's shoulder.

"I think you're secretly more of a sap than me," Nikaido says, lifting his head to give Yokoo a brilliant smile. "That's not the reaction I was expecting."

"I suppose not," Yokoo admits, a bit embarrassed, but he steels himself to be forward. "Maybe you were hoping for something more like this?"

Yokoo punctuates his words by giving Nikaido a small shove to unbalance him, hooking one ankle behind Nikaido's and toppling him backwards. He can see the shock in Nikaido's face as he flails and reaches out to grab onto Yokoo, who catches him before he can hit the floor. Yokoo lowers him the last few inches and follows, covering Nikaido's body with his own and leaning down close.

"No?"

He tries not to laugh as Nikaido visibly takes a second to process things, although clearly he's come to a conclusion he likes.

"Um. Something like this, I suppose," Nikaido finally says, although he makes no move other than to rest his hands on Yokoo's waist.

It's another moment before Yokoo realizes that Nikaido is waiting for his lead. Yokoo thinks it's a bit strange, since as far as he knows, Nikaido is more experienced in these things than he is. But Nikaido had said it clearly, I want you, and he's waiting, so Yokoo closes the gap between them to kiss Nikaido again.

Nikaido melts under him, relaxing beneath Yokoo's body with a sigh that Yokoo can feel on his lips. "Like this," Nikaido mutters, and pulls Yokoo's shirt up to run his hands across his back. Yokoo can feel the heat from Nikaido's hands sinking into his skin wherever Nikaido touches him, and wants to sink into Nikaido in just the same way. The feeling only intensifies when Nikaido works his hands into Yokoo's jeans to smooth over the curve of his ass.

"That feels good," Yokoo tells him, and Nikaido makes a soft sound of agreement.

Nothing goes the way Yokoo expects it to, but that's alright. Nikaido is curled against Yokoo, warm and comfortable in a nice contrast to the hard floor beneath them. He's not aggressive in the way Yokoo thought he would be, just follows Yokoo's lead with an easy sort of confidence until they're breathless in each others' arms. Nikaido gives him a small smile and doesn't stop Yokoo from running his fingers through Nikaido's hair, and when Yokoo takes to just petting his head in gentle strokes, Nikaido closes his eyes in contentment and curls in closer.

It's a shame that they can't stay longer, but the floor gets uncomfortable pretty quickly, and they really should close up like they're supposed to. Nikaido doesn't help out with that any more than he ever did, and Yokoo supposes that would be expecting too much. It's enough that he's there, and the smile he gives Yokoo as he takes his arm makes everything worth it. It's a new sort of smile, one that Yokoo hasn't seen before, but if he's reading it right, it's exactly what he's been wanting to see - all defenses down, open and trusting.

Nikaido pushes open the door and they step out into the cool, fresh air of evening, together.

Gekokujou - Success (Yara/Senga, R)

Wed, 19 Aug 2009 06:03:17 GMT

Title: Gekokujou - Success
Pairing: Yara/Senga
Rating/Warnings: R
AN: I totally forget why I wrote this. Gekokujou is the term for when a person of lower rank surpasses someone of higher rank, like a disciple beating their master at something.

Gekokujou - Success

Senga is just passing by the door to Yara's practice room when something catches his eye and he backpedals a bit to peer inside.

He's a little confused by what he sees. Yara seems to be just standing there, staring at his own two feet. Senga stays put until Yara looks up and catches him watching. He grins wryly before Senga can duck out of the way.

"Sometimes they just don't do what you want them to."

It takes a second for Senga to figure out the subject of the sentence. "Your... feet?" he asks.

Yara shrugs. "It happens."

"Y-yeah," Senga agrees. "I just didn't think it happened to you," he adds. Yara laughs and waves at the wall.

"Grab a seat if you've got a moment. You can watch an expert fail like one." He winks as Senga shuts the door and leans against the wall, sliding down to sit against.

Yara hums to himself, a combination of a melody and a rhythm, runs through a series of dance steps that look nothing like his usual style. Senga hasn't seen the dance before, but it looks more like something he himself would do. Yara runs it another time, the same series, with the same problems, then breaks it down to focus on a shorter series. Senga can see immediately why he's having trouble, Yara's tendency towards pop-and-lock tripping up the smooth flow of his new solo.

"Yaracchi." Senga stands, and Yara turns to look at him.

"Yeah?"

"You should— ah, I mean." Senga stops, just realizing that maybe he's a bit out of place. "No offense, Yara-senpai!" He nods his head in apology.

Yara's eyes crinkle as he smiles. "Kento, I may be your senpai, but I'm not a jerk, or so I'd like to think. You're allowed to give me advice, if you have any."

"I do!" Senga looks up quickly. "I mean. You've got to... um." He thinks for a bit on how to explain it. "Well, like this." He chooses to demonstrate instead, flowing through the few seconds Yara had been struggling with. Yara nods, seemingly impressed.

"That does look more like what the choreographer was doing," he admits.

"It's like the reverse of what you taught me," Senga starts, trying again. "Or maybe the same. Like... okay, remember when we did this?" Senga runs a bit from one of Yara's Butoukan routines, a specific point that he'd had to work with Senga on repeatedly; Senga counts as he moves, and Yara nods in understanding. "Well, I think maybe you need to do the same? Only in reverse."

"Kento, you make no sense." Yara looks amused, and Senga cringes. It's hard to explain.

"Ummm. Okay... oh! Okay. You're keeping everything on the beat and the rhythm, but it looks too sharp then. You need to let your arm move earlier, like... the counting is the same, but add in those triplets like you taught us." Senga swings his arm out wide just before stepping with his count. "You're stepping on a one, but if you break the beat into triplets, try moving your arm on the third triplet of the beat before, instead of at the same time as your foot." He demonstrates. "Like you always do - speed it up and slow it down. Just, instead of pausing on some of those breaks, keep going." Senga does a quick turn, leads with his arm again first before he lets his foot come down, then stops to find Yara staring at him. "Ah..."

Yara's eyes are big. "You actually sound like you know what you're talking about for once."

Senga grins. "Thank you! ...hey, wait!" Senga places his fists on his hips, indignant. "I sometimes know what I'm talking about!"

Yara laughs, and pulls Senga off-balance by one wrist to stand next to him facing the mirror. "Show me again."

They work together for a while, Yara showing Senga the steps and Senga showing Yara how to make them flow. Senga's glowing when they stop for a break, sweating from hard work, and pride. Yara flops down next to him against the wall and passes over his water bottle.

"So the student becomes the teacher."

Senga takes a swig of water and wipes his mouth with his arm. "Mm, yeah." He passes the water back. "What is this anyway, modern ballet?"

Yara shrugs. "Dunno. The choreographer just said she wanted me to try something new."

Senga nods. "It's hard changing what you're used to." It's what Yara told him when he was first teaching Senga how to stop his free-form flow, and it gets a smile out of him.

"I guess you don't need me anymore, then, huh?" he says.

"That's not true," Senga argues, leaning his shoulder into Yara's. He turns his head to give Yara a coy glance. "I'll always need Yaracchi."

"That so?" Yara smirks at him, catching on fast. He leans back harder, and Senga lets Yara push him over.

"I'm sure you've still got plenty to teach me," Senga breathes, and then pouts when Yara refuses to kiss him. "What?" he whines.

"Nika?" Yara asks, holding Senga off.

"Won't care," Senga says, and pulls Yara down. It's a lie, because Nikaido will probably be a bit annoyed, but he's too chicken to challenge Yara and Senga knows this. Plus he messes around with Fujigaya too much to call Senga on anything without being a hypocrit, and Senga knows this, too. Senga also knows that Yara is really, really good, and there's no way he's passing up on the opportunity.

He pulls Yara down even closer and presses his mouth to his, writhes beneath Yara as Yara kisses him breathless, twists until Yara is forced to hold him down.

"Stop moving so much," Yara mutters, his hands tight on Senga's waist.

Senga does no such thing. "Make me," he whispers back, and heat races through his veins as Yara takes up the challenge, pinning Senga to the floor. Senga likes the way it feels with Yara's full weight on top of him, not too heavy, but enough to make him have to work for it, and he likes the way Yara pushes him down when Senga fights against him. Senga could throw him off if he really wanted to, because even as dead weight, Yara's just not that big, but Senga doesn't want to, prefers to wiggle beneath him and feel the way their bodies rub together.

Yara growls and bites at Senga's lips, his hands sliding down to grab Senga's hips and still him, and Senga knows he's gotten to him. He switches tactics and goes vocal, relaxing beneath Yara and moaning into his mouth instead. They haven't been together many times, but despite what some may say, Senga can be a quick learner, and he knows how to push Yara's buttons.

"Senpai," Senga gasps as Yara nips behind Senga's ear and continues down his neck; he'll play up his innocent kouhai act for as much as it's worth, even if they both know it's just that - an act.

"Quiet, you." Yara nips a bit harder and Senga groans.

"But you feel so goooood." He draws it out, all airy, and Yara claps a hand over his mouth. It means Senga's free to raise his hips, and he does, right into Yara, smirking beneath Yara's palm as Yara bites back a groan. Yara likes how Senga moves, likes how he sounds, likes it all too much and he can't stop both, and Senga's counting on that; he'll get what he wants. Yara does his best to keep control, and Senga approves of his methods as he gets a bit rougher.

He shoves Senga's shirt up, yanks his pants down, and Senga shivers as his ass hits the cool floor, little ripples that pass through his body and translate to pure pleasure as Yara tongues his nipple. The air hitting his bare skin has the opposite of a cooling effect, leaves Senga feeling exposed and hot and slutty. Senga goes with it, threading his fingers through Yara's hair and arching into him, moaning as Yara mouths his way across Senga's chest.

Senga doesn't argue when Yara flips him over. He lets Yara pull his hips up, shove his head down, and buries his face in his arms as he waits, completely vulnerable and loving it. He can't help but shake when he feels Yara's cock press against the sensitive skin of his entrance.

"I really want to fuck you," Yara growls, and Senga pushes back against him.

"Ahh, I really want you to," he answers, but he knows Yara won't. They're not prepared, don't have anything in the room with them, but Yara goes through the motions, rubbing his cock across Senga's hole, sliding between his ass cheeks until Senga's near begging, until he tells Yara to screw it all and fuck him anyway.

"Can't do that," Yara answers, but his voice sounds tight and he gives Senga a sudden shove. Senga topples over, caught unawares, and then he's sprawled on his back, Yara on his knees above him. "But I will fuck you like this." And then he shoves his cock in Senga's mouth.

Senga doesn't want to admit how much he loves it, loves letting Yara fuck his throat, but he can't help how desperate it makes him. His own cock is aching, but when he reaches around to touch himself, Yara grabs him by the wrists and slams his hands into the floor next to his head. Yara thrusts harder, presses down all around him, and it's hard to breathe. Senga moans and fights against Yara's grip, moans again as Yara pulls back and comes hot over Senga's tongue.

"Come," Yara demands, and releases one of Senga's wrists. Senga licks Yara's cock clean where it's still pressed in his face, reaches around Yara's body to touch himself, and it's only a few strokes before he cries out, squeezing himself tightly and spilling across his stomach.

Yara climbs off of him and tucks himself away, tosses Senga his towel. He gives Senga the last of his water, too, once Senga has cleaned himself up a bit.

"Good work today, kouhai." Yara smirks. Senga flops back against the floor, sated and exhausted. Yara reaches over to trace a finger across Senga's mouth. "I can see why Nika-chan likes you so much."

Senga tries to nip at his fingertip and misses. "Mmm," he says, "but do you know why I like Nika?"

He refuses to give Yara an answer, and Yara's expression says he's going to find out.

Senga knows Nikaido will thank him later.

OMAKE (originally in comments):

Senga knows Nikaido well, knows that there are few things he loves more than a great prank, and he's pretty sure his plan is going to work. Nikaido learned his lesson quite a while ago about sticking with his group; Senga's just fortunate enough to have two.

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"No?!" Yara says, entirely indignant.

"No," Nikaido repeats, and calmly closes the door in Yara's face.

Later, Nikaido and Senga laugh themselves silly when Nikaido relates the episode.

"You should have seen his face," Nikaido gasps, clutching a pillow to his stomach.

Senga's already curled into a ball on the couch next to him, cackling. "Best joke ever, right?"

"You're awesome," Nikaido agrees, meeting Senga's fist-bop as Senga sits up. "Thanks."

And that's all it takes for Senga to be happy, because more than anything, more than feeling Nikaido fall apart beneath him, Senga loves to make Nikaido smile.

Mothers Always Know (Nikaido/Senga, PG)

Wed, 12 Aug 2009 05:13:58 GMT

Title: Mothers Always Know
Pairing: Nikaido/Senga
Rating/Warnings: PG for what Senga has to tell his mother.
AN: Cursory beta by mousapelli. This is an outtake of sorts from Nika's birthday fic. It helps to read that first, but this can probably stand on its own if you'd rather not.

Mothers Always Know

When Senga wakes up, sunlight is streaming into his room and Nikaido is still out cold, curled on his side and face relaxed in sleep. Senga slides out of bed slowly so as not to disturb him and goes about getting on some pajamas as quietly as possible. When he lets the door of his bedroom shut behind him, Nikaido hasn't moved.

They've both slept for a good twelve hours, not that Senga is surprised; they've been working hard for weeks and weeks. At this hour, most of his family is probably up and out for the day, the house fairly quiet, although Senga is both relieved and a bit nervous to find his mother at the computer in their living room.

"'Morning," Senga mumbles, and his mother looks up from the screen.

"Ah, you're awake. Good morning," she says, a small, strained-looking smile on her face. Senga clears his throat.

"Um, can we talk?" he asks.

His mother gives him a look that says she'd really rather not, but nods and swivels her chair to focus on her son. Senga sits down on the arm of the couch and stares at the floor.

"Um," he starts again, not really knowing how to begin. "About yesterday..." His mother waits in silence. "I mean, about Nika... We... I-it's been a while and..." Senga takes a deep breath, but his mother interrupts before he can speak.

"Do you love him?" she asks, her focus intent on Senga's face, searching.

Senga does his best to meet her gaze, linking his shaking hands together in his lap. "Yeah."

"Then it's fine," his mother says. Senga doesn't believe her.

"Really?" He knows he sounds skeptical.

"Well," she amends, "I'm not exactly thrilled, as you can imagine. But there's obviously been something going on for a while. You can't think I don't notice these things, Kento," she adds when Senga gives her a surprised look. "I'm your mother."

"Oh."

"But," she continues, "if it had to be anybody, I'm glad that it's Nikaido-kun. He's a really nice young man." She looks a Senga pointedly. "Although I wish he would actually use the spare futon."

Senga blushes furiously, but he can't help arguing. "Well, where else are we supposed to go?!"

His mother holds up her hand to quiet him. "That's really not something I want to talk about," she says awkwardly.

Senga stares at the floor and they're quiet for a moment. It's not really something he wants to discuss with his mother, either. He tries changing the subject.

"Hey, Mom?"

"Yes?"

"You know today is Nika's birthday, right?" Senga can feel his blush coming back just a bit and wills it away.

"You'd mentioned that, yes," his mother says.

Senga gives her his best puppy dog eyes. "Can you help me make breakfast?" He's prepared with the "don't you love me" argument, but he doesn't need it. His mother stands up from her chair, pausing just a moment to click a few times at the mouse.

"Alright. What do you want to make?"

They end up with a simple, traditional breakfast, the kind that Nikaido likes best. "Thanks, Mom," Senga says as he places the last of the bowls onto the tray.

His mother smiles at him, much more relaxed this time. "You're welcome."

"And Kento?" Senga pauses with the tray in hand. "I appreciate your doing the laundry when you have guests, but if Nikaido-kun isn't using the futon, please don't waste water by washing clean sheets?"

"Oh." Senga isn't sure what to say to that. "O-okay."

His mother nods at the doorway. "Now go bring Nikaido-kun his breakfast before it gets cold."

Take Two (Tamamori/Miyata, R)

Thu, 06 Aug 2009 00:53:48 GMT

Title: Take Two
Pairing: Tamamori/Miyata
Rating/Warnings: R
AN: Tamamiya Bunny Fic For Real. By which I mean, this is written as a part of diamondsjack's AU series Hi Tech, Low Intel. I do not usually use Japanese in my stories, but you do need to know that this is set in a future where a standard global language has been established and Japanese as we know it is referred to as Old Local. It is usually used as code, frequently by Takizawa's organization. Miyata, now ex-government agent, was raised speaking Old Local and is fluent, and has taught Tamamori, who at this point has spent so much time with Miyata that he's also pretty good.

Take Two

Miyata still can't believe Tamamori is real. Like, really real. He's a bit tired, but he can't imagine sleeping, not when he has Tamamori in his arms for real. They're curled up together in Kitayama's bed ("Kitayama's room is free for now. We'll sort out proper things in the morning."), Tamamori nude and at first a bit embarrassed, clothes having been tossed in the laundry. Miyata's are tossed across a chair to equal things out, and Tamamori had been more inclined to climb under the covers with him when they're in the same state of undress.

But to Miyata's relief (and disbelief), Tamamori seems just as enamored with him as he is with Tamamori.

"Toshiya's nose is big," Tamamori says, running a finger over said feature and smiling.

Miyata scrunches his face. "Well, it's not like I lied." He's referring to his avatar, which he'd never cared to alter.

"Mmm, true." Tamamori runs his finger over Miyata's nose again, then leans in to kiss it. "Not that I thought you had. Why would anyone purposely make their nose that big?"

"Hey now," Miyata starts, but Tamamori shushes him.

"I like it," Tamamori admits softly. "I like you."

"Well, after all this, I'd hope so," Miyata says, but he's thrilled beyond anything to hear it. "You're... you're exactly..."

Tamamori waits expectantly.

"...You're perfect," Miyata finishes, and Tamamori rolls his eyes a bit, but even in the semi-darkness of the room Miyata can see the pleased expression on his face. He lifts a hand to cup Tamamori's cheek, and isn't surprised to find it warm to the touch. Miyata chuckles softly. "You really do blush like that."

"Stop talking," Tamamori chides, and then kisses him. Miyata's not about to argue.

He lets Tamamori take the lead for a bit, just relishing the feel of him, soft lips pressed against his, the smooth skin of Tamamori's shoulder beneath his hand, the bump of Tamamori's knee against his own. It's not that different from online, and yet it is. It's all the same, but this time, Tamamori is here, is real, isn't going to disappear. He pulls Tamamori in closer, twines his legs with Tamamori's, and Tamamori lets him. It's an exhilarating feeling, not being pushed away like he still somehow expects, but instead having Tamamori lean into him. It's not like Tamamori had ever pushed him away before, not really, but Miyata couldn't help the small doubts in the back of his head that it was all some kind of game to Tamamori. Any doubts are erased in an instant though, as Tamamori opens his mouth under Miyata's in a clear request for more.

Miyata keeps kissing him until the slide of Tamamori's tongue against his becomes a little more insistant, hands tightening along Miyata's back, and Miyata can feel Tamamori's erection nudging his thigh. He slips a hand down between and is pleased when Tamamori tears his mouth away with a soft cry.

Miyata noses at his neck. "ね、裕太, もう一度やってみよう？"

"Umm." Tamamori noticably tenses up. "I don't know..."

Miyata tries to ignore the way his heart drops a bit. "Why not?" he asks, hesitant.

"Well, I. Last time." Miyata can feel Tamamori's deep breath rush out against his skin. "It was kind of a lot of trouble, wasn't it?" He sounds a bit meek.

Miyata soothes a hand down his shoulder. "But that can't happen again. You're here. You can't disappear anywhere. And besides, last time got us here, didn't it? So it wasn't really all that bad."

There's silence for a moment, and Miyata knows by now that Tamamori's thinking; he doesn't interrupt him.

"I just." Tamamori finally says, "What if I, um, you know." He ducks his head beneath Miyata's chin and Miyata runs a hand through his hair.

"If you pass out?" He asks, and he can feel Tamamori's nod. "So what? Then I'll hold you and watch your beautiful face until you wake up."

Tamamori pushes at him a bit. "Don't tease," he mumbles.

"I'm not at all," Miyata replies, entirely serious.

"...Fine."

When Miyata doesn't move after a moment, Tamamori flexes his hips against him. "Well?" He lifts his head and looks at Miyata, looks determined, if a bit embarrassed still.

Miyata grins. "Just checking." He slides his hand down between them again and Tamamori presses his face back to Miyata's collar bone to muffle his groan. Miyata nudges him. "Let's do it together this time?"

"Ahh," Tamamori agrees, and the way he mouths at Miyata's skin has Miyata shivering even before Tamamori wraps a hand around him.

They shift a bit to get more comfortable, and Miyata takes his time exploring Tamamori, liking the feel of him in his hand, hard and soft all at the same time. Somehow it's more intimate this time, less rushed and open. Miyata feels safe and cozy and thinks it would be great if he never had to leave the bed again, as long as Tamamori stayed there with him. Tamamori's touch is firm but gentle, not shy, but like he's learning his way around Miyata, which is mostly true. It's hot, and Miyata has a hard time relaxing into it, not pushing into his grasp for more. He breathes through his nose as pleasure and pure happiness chase through him, leans in to kiss Tamamori again.

They're close enough that Tamamori's hand brushes the back of his as they stroke each other together. It's easy to fall into a rhythm, natural and smooth, up and down. They don't push it, take it slow, and Miyata groans as Tamamori licks at his lips. Their tongues match in half-time to their strokes, lazy, and Miyata wonders how everything seems so much more erotic than last time. Tamamori had been beautiful then, under the early afternoon sun, his back arched and his fingers tight on Miyata's skin, but now he seems so much more. Warmer, smoother, somehow more real. Miyata pulls back just slightly to look at him and he's radiant, his eyes wide and dark when he opens them to look back at Miyata.

The heat races through him suddenly, surprisingly. Tamamori twists his hand again just slightly and gives a shy little smirk, and Miyata lets out a shuddery groan. "Yuta." Tamamori speeds up and Miyata slows down, his ability to concentrate destroyed.

Just like last time, Miyata's the first to let go, his orgasm creeping up before he can think about it, and he holds Tamamori tight as he groans and spills himself between them. He doesn't lose himself to it, though does his best to keep his scattering mind together and keep his hand moving, working Tamamori closer. It's only when he comes down a bit and Tamamori is shaking against him that he sees the worry in Tamamori's eyes. "Let go, Yuta," he says. "大丈夫。"

"I can't," Tamamori gasps, and clutches at him, shaking harder.

"You can," Miyata insists, and strokes him faster. Tamamori cries out. "Shh, come on."

Tamamori squeezes his eyes shut tight. "I can't, I can't."

"どこも行かない。 I'll be right here."

Tamamori sucks in air like he's going to hyperventilate. "I— ahh!"

Miyata keeps his hand moving fast, uses his other to pull Tamamori as close as possible and stroke his back. "Yuta..." He kisses Tamamori's forehead. "Let go, Yuta."

"I—" Tamamori stops breathing and curls tightly into Miyata, gasping against him. "いく！" he chokes out, soft and muffled, and Miyata finally feels Tamamori spill across his fingers as he shudders. Miyata strokes him through it, listens to Tamamori whimper softly through the aftershocks, and realizes something.

"ね、裕太。You're awake."

"Mmm?" Tamamori mumbles, still shivering slightly in Miyata's arms. Miyata smiles into his hair and lets him take his time.

"So what were you afraid of?" he asks when Tamamori's breathing is back to normal and they've cleaned up as best as they can (Miyata feels a bit guilty about the sheets, although they'd have changed them anyway before Kitayama reclaimed his room, so it's not like he'll really notice).

Tamamori looks up at the ceiling. "I don't know," he says. Miyata has to strain to hear him. "I guess. I mean, it's not like last time was bad. When I... fell asleep, you were there, and you were there again when I woke up. But..." He pauses for a moment. "Somehow my whole life changed in between."

Miyata supposes he has a point. "But a good change, right?"

"Yeah," Tamamori concedes. "But still. It's a little intimidating. I just. Well. I'm alright now, I think."

"Okay."

"Besides." Tamamori smiles. "I said I wouldn't leave you and I won't."

"That's fine," Miyata says, and hugs him tight. "Because now I won't ever let you."

Why Nikaido Thinks Birthdays Are Awesome (or Why Senga-san Doesn't) (Nikaido/Senga, NC-17)

Wed, 05 Aug 2009 15:04:48 GMT

Title: Why Nikaido Thinks Birthdays Are Awesome (or Why Senga-san Doesn't)
Pairing: Nikaido/Senga
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 for birthday sex
AN: Thanks to mousapelli for the beta. And of course, a great big happy birthday to Nikaido Takashi. The last year of your teens, and they say to save the best for last, so may this be your most awesome year yet. Congratulations on turning 19.

Set in real time-ish, aka, this takes place on August 5th/6th of 2009. Clearly I am psychic and know what they are doing RIGHT NOW. :D Midnight in Japan - it's now the 6th.

Why Nikaido Thinks Birthdays Are Awesome (or Why Senga-san Doesn't)

Nikaido is early as always, and the dressing room is fairly quiet. Miyata, who had accompanied him as usual, drops down onto the couch across from Nikaido and starts shuffling around in his bag. Nikaido closes his eyes and ignores him. Yokoo is next to show up.

It's not too much later when Senga arrives, and he makes a beeline for Nikaido as soon as he walks in the door.

"Good morning~!" he sings, and drops down half on top of Nikaido where he's lounging on the couch. Miyata and Yokoo both look up from their respective iPod and magazine to mumble greetings.

Senga's bag falls to their feet as he wiggles closer into Nikaido's side. Nikaido just grunts and moves over slightly to make space.

"Ne, Nika," Senga starts, his voice low and seductive, "come home with me tonight."

Nikaido tries to shrug off his shiver, but he knows he's not fooling Senga at all. "We'll be exhausted tonight," he tries anyway. "After two shows?"

He doesn't think he sounds very convincing, but then, they haven't been together since the start of PLAYZONE, which is way too long in Nikaido's book. He excuses himself for not sounding believable.

Senga smirks at him and leans in to breathe against his ear. "But Nika, don't you want your birthday sex?"

Nikaido's breath catches audibly at that, and Miyata glances up. He just looks at them for a moment, then rolls his eyes and goes back to his iPod. Nikaido is grateful that Kitayama and Fujigaya aren't sharing their dressing room, not that they're likely to have shown up yet.

Nikaido gives Senga a look. He can't give in that easily. "It's not birthday sex if it's not actually my birthday," he points out in a whisper.

"We have no shows tomorrow. We can just go again when it counts," Senga presses. "You can even sleep in—oh, come on," he adds, when Nikaido says nothing. "You're not really going to say no."

"No," Nikaido agrees, and Senga blinks for a second before the meaning registers and Senga's face lights up.

"Yay." Senga leans back and makes an obscene face with a wink and tongue, and Nikaido is torn between laughter and the silly little flare of heat through his chest. He sticks his tongue out instead and Senga bounces up to go bother other people.

"Later~!" he says, and there's an undertone that makes Nikaido think that later can't come soon enough.

Nikaido forgets about it for most of the show, luckily, but he remembers the moment they take their final step off the stage and Senga flashes him the same look from that morning. Quite suddenly, weeks of shows and rehearsals and no free time at all come rushing over him, and the realization of how much he misses Senga hits him hard. It's strange, he thinks, to miss someone he sees every day. Although it's not that he's not happy, because he enjoys being able to spend every day with Senga; he's glad to talk and laugh with him about nothing at all. But he misses having Senga in his arms, falling asleep beside him. It's not something they get to do a lot recently, and for the most part, that's even okay as long as they can spend time together, but if Nikaido's honest with himself, he really, really misses the sex. They're all exhausted after the shows, increasingly moreso the further into the run they progress, but even after the two shows of the day, Nikaido is suddenly and strongly looking forward to going home with Senga once again.

Senga lives close enough to the theatre that the van just drives him home before dropping the others off at the station. When Nikaido announces that he'll be getting off here, too, the driver makes no comment other than to wish them a good night. Everyone else echoes the sentiment, and Nikaido and Senga wave to them all as they drive off. Kitayama's cell phone glows through the tinted glass of the back window as he holds it up in farewell.

Nikaido would really love to go right to Senga's bedroom, but the smell of dinner is pretty distracting and it doesn't take much for Senga's mother to convince them to join everyone else for the meal - she already has it set out for them.

After everything is cleared away and Nikaido has thanked Senga-san properly for the food and elbowed Senga to do the same, Senga asks his mother for the spare futon. She gives them a long, searching look, but directs them to the spare closet in Senga's brother's room.

Senga's brother only glances up when they knock and enter, and then goes back to his computer when Senga explains why they've invaded.

"Didn't you call your mom to tell her I was coming?" Nikaido asks as they lay the futon out on Senga's floor, although from the extra plate at dinner and the lack of surprise when they got home, he can already guess the answer.

"I did," Senga says. "I don't know why she didn't put it out." He tosses a pillow onto the futon and flops back on his own bed. "Do you think she's annoyed at always having to do it?"

Nikaido nudges Senga's feet over so there's room to sit. "I think—" Nikaido stops and bites his lip in consideration. "I have a feeling she knows I'm not actually using it."

Senga sits up in panic. "What?! Shit—"

"Shh!" Nikaido claps a hand over Senga's mouth. "Stop it," he insists, and pushes Senga down to stop his flailing. Senga stares up at him with wide eyes. "I don't think she knows, um, you know, the details or anything. Or if she does, she doesn't seem upset about it—calm down," Nikaido adds as Senga's eyes get impossibly wider.

"But you think she knows?" Senga hisses when Nikaido pulls his hand away.

Nikaido frowns. "Well, if she's okay with it, is that really a problem? I mean, my family all had a pretty good idea that you weren't just my best friend before I told them, you know? Your mom's not stupid."

"Oh." Senga is quiet for a moment. "Well. I don't know, I guess maybe that's good."

"It'll make it easier when you eventually do tell her." Nikaido nudges Senga over a bit more and stretches out next to him, leans his head against Senga's.

"I suppose. I hadn't really thought about it."

"But you're going to, right?" Nikaido asks. He can feel Senga nod where their heads touch.

"Mmhmm. Eventually."

That's good enough for Nikaido. They're not exactly hiding, but he'll let Senga talk to his family whenever he feels ready; Nikaido knows it's not easy.

They lay still for a little while, neither of them moving much after Senga feels around for Nikaido's hand and twines their fingers together. But then Senga shifts suddenly and rolls over to press Nikaido into the mattress.

"So, about that birthday sex..." Senga grins.

Nikaido grins back. "Sex is good, but it's not my birthday."

"It will be if we go slow enough," Senga points out.

Nikaido peers over his shoulder at the clock; it's not quite ten yet. "Oh god," he groans. "There's no way I'm staying awake that long."

"Then we'll just have to go again when it is."

"Fine by me," Nikaido says hurriedly, and pulls Senga down for a kiss before he can say anything else.

And god, he really did miss this, he thinks as Senga melts into him. They've had almost no alone time at all since PLAYZONE started, and the few-second kisses they sometimes sneak before anyone else rounds the corner or something totally don't count. Now they have all the time they want, and Nikaido savors it, hooks one knee over Senga's thigh and pulls him close, wraps his arms around Senga as Senga makes a soft noise against his mouth.

"Kento—oh! Excuse me."

Senga tears himself away as his mother closes the door once more, and then buries his face in Nikaido's shoulder.

"Oh god," he wails, and Nikaido can't help chuckling. Senga pulls back to glare when he feels it.

"It's not at all funny," he snaps, and Nikaido bites his lip to keep from smiling.

"Hey, it's not that bad. It's not like we were naked or anything. And she didn't look..." he trails off.

"Didn't look upset?" Senga asks skeptically.

"Okay, well, she didn't look happy," Nikaido admits, thinking of the glance he'd gotten over Senga's shoulder in that last second. "But you have to admit it's a bit awkward for her, too? What do you expect?"

Senga looks nervous. "I should go talk to her."

"No, you should go lock your door," Nikaido corrects. "She'll get over it and you can talk to her when she's not in shock and you're not—" Nikaido lifts his hips into Senga's to demonstrate. He pulls Senga down for another kiss while he's distracted, and then pushes him back again. "Go."

Senga blinks for a second and then, "...yeah." But even after he's locked the door, he looks a bit jumpy. Nikaido tugs him back onto the bed and rubs his arm.

"Hey now," he says with a smile. "What happened to my birthday sex?"

After a second, Senga cracks a small grin. "It's not your birthday yet," he says, and to Nikaido's relief, visibly relaxes.

"But that's not a no to the sex?"

Senga gives him a wry smile and drops back down on top of him. "Go easy, okay? It's been a while."

Nikaido hums and pulls Senga in closer. He kisses Senga until all of Senga's tension seems to have bled away, until Senga seems entirely focused on him and nothing else. When he rolls them over, Senga just smiles up at him softly, happy, and Nikaido leans down to kiss him again.

He does go easy - they have time, and despite the wait, Nikaido enjoys taking it slow, running his hands up Senga's sides until Senga is making soft noises against his mouth. He sits up just long enough to take off their shirts and then goes straight back to the kissing, loving how Senga's skin slides against his with every small shift. Senga licks at his lips and Nikaido ignores him, teasing, brushes Senga's face with light little kisses until Senga whines.

"You don't have to go that easy."

Nikaido laughs and leans in to smooth away Senga's pout with his tongue. "All right," he says, and, "ngh," when Senga opens his mouth immediately. The slide of Senga's tongue against his sends fire racing along his nerves, and the room temperature skyrockets in seconds. Senga's palms burn against the skin of Nikaido's back and add to the effect; it's suddenly hard to breathe. Nikaido does his best to take deep breaths through his nose, because there's no way he's going to stop kissing Senga. Their tongues slip against each other slick and slow, and Nikaido swallows Senga's whimpers before echoing them.

When Senga traces lines down Nikaido's back and slides his fingers just beneath his waistband, heat flares through Nikaido again before settling as a low burn in his abdomen. He rocks his hips down into Senga's and they both groan. Nikaido gives himself a moment to breathe, then, before kissing his way down Senga's neck, Senga tilting his head to ask for more. Nikaido knows that he has to move things along, because if they stretch this out, he'll want Senga too much, be too desperate to make it last. Sometimes, going faster is going slower, for them.

He doesn't tease Senga much, places some perfunctory kisses down Senga's chest as he gets Senga's pants undone and pushes them down his hips. Senga kicks them off and helpfully wriggles out of his underwear without further pause. He's known forever where Nikaido keeps his stuff, and when Nikaido turns back from divesting himself of his own clothing, Senga flashes him a grin and passes over the lube, tossing a condom packet down next to the pillow for easy access.

"Lie back," Nikaido orders, and Senga does, loose-limbed and easy, letting Nikaido bend his knees for him and push his legs apart. Senga's head falls back against the pillows with a sigh as Nikaido gives his cock a few lazy strokes, just because he can. Nikaido takes a few moments to explore with his fingers, reminded again of just how long it's been, and grins as Senga chokes back a soft cry.

"Feel good?" he asks, and gives Senga a squeeze.

"Ahh... yeah." Senga's eyes slit in pleasure as he sinks further into the pillows in contentment. "Just like that."

Nikaido moves his fingers lower, stroking Senga further and further back until he brushes over his entrance. "This okay, too?"

Senga nods. "Mmm. Yeah, that's good."

"Good." Nikaido coats his fingers well with lube before slipping the tip of one just inside Senga's ass. Senga hisses and Nikaido stops.

"It hurts?"

"Ah. No, just cold." Senga shifts a bit, wriggling, and Nikaido laughs.

"Sorry." He leans down close and breathes hot across Senga's skin, laughing again when Senga moans low in his throat. He pushes his finger in further, and when Senga doesn't wince, starts up a slow rhythm that has Senga squeezing his eyes shut tight and breathing through his mouth.

"Mmm. M-more," Senga insists, and shivers as Nikaido presses in with a second finger.

Senga is tighter than usual, and Nikaido can't help asking. "I thought you like to get yourself off like this," he starts.

Senga doesn't even blush, just pushes back again his fingers. "Y-yeah, periodically." He stops on a gasp and arches up, and Nikaido grins. "But it's just better when you do it." Nikaido strokes the same spot again to possibly prove Senga's point. "Like that, ahh."

Nikaido presses lightly against Senga's prostate a few more times, because he loves the way Senga looks, writhing on the bed with his head thrown back, hair spread out across the pillow...

"Nika." Senga pushes hard against him and brings Nikaido back to focus on what he's doing. Really, Nikaido thinks he might just like to continue like this, finger-fuck Senga until he comes all over himself. But Senga's never much use after he comes like that, and now that Nikaido has the chance to fuck him, he doesn't want to end up jerking himself off like usual.

A third finger has Senga tensing up, although he assures Nikaido that he's fine. Nikaido just rolls his eyes, "Right," and leans down to take Senga into his mouth as a distraction.

Senga makes it pretty clear when he's ready, twisting hard enough that Nikaido has a hard time holding his hips in place and begging so loud Nikaido is worried Senga's mother will now know the details of what they're doing, too. He ignores Senga's chant of "Come on, come on" as he gets the condom on and coats himself with lube. Even just nudging himself against Senga's opening makes Nikaido hiss with anticipation, and he leans down to muffle any sound against Senga's mouth, biting at Senga's lower lip as he slides in as deep as he can.

He kisses Senga again as he starts up a steady rhythm, but Senga is impatient and he pushes Nikaido back after just a few minutes.

"Do me harder," he gasps, and hooks his ankles together around Nikaido's waist to force him closer. "Harder."

Nikaido thinks he'd been holding on pretty well until just about then. But the way Senga pushes against him, pulls him in, makes Nikaido's blood boil, pure lust shooting through his chest like a lance. He squeezes his eyes shut on a groan as Senga tightens around him, fucks Senga harder like he wants it, tries to keep it a bit slow so they don't both lose it right there. Senga is having none of that.

"Come on, Nikaaa." He opens his eyes to stare up at Nikaido with a dark, dark gaze, and Nikaido knows he's lost.

Or maybe he's won, he's not sure which, because Senga feels so, so good around him, looks so good spread out beneath him, and god, Nikaido certainly feels like he's the winner of something, because how many people are lucky enough to have someone like Senga?

He pulls one of Senga's legs out from around himself, gets it up over his shoulder and holds on tight to Senga's hip as Senga arches into the new angle.

"Okay like this?" he manages, and thrusts in fast and deep.

"Perfect," Senga bites out. "N-now do it."

This time Nikaido doesn't hold back. He fucks Senga hard, skin slapping together, both of them trying to choke back cries for more and oh and yes, and Nikaido lets the pleasure of it sing through him, building and building until he knows he won't last much longer. He gets a hand around Senga's cock and tugs, pausing only to pull away the pillow Senga presses over his face.

"Let me see you," Nikaido breathes, and Senga bites down on his own hand as he goes taut and comes, spilling hot over Nikaido's fingers with a muffled yell.

Nikaido is too close to work him through it, instead grabbing Senga's hips with both hands and burying himself deep, pressing his mouth to Senga's calf on his shoulder as his orgasm shudders through him.

He stays like that for a moment, just breathing, before he lets Senga's leg slip back down to join the other around Nikaido's waist. They both drop to the bed as Nikaido leans forward and noses at Senga's chin. "Hey, kiss me?" he mumbles, and Senga leans up long enough to make sure Nikaido's breathing has no chance of slowing, the touch of their tongues sending aftershocks shivering through them both. Senga's head falls back to the pillow after a moment and Nikaido settles against his chest.

"Don't move?" Senga asks, wrapping an arm over Nikaido's back.

"Wasn't planning on it," Nikaido murmurs into Senga's skin. And he doesn't.

Later, as they drift off to sleep, Nikaido smiles into the crook of Senga's neck. "We are never, ever not having sex for that long ever again."

"Never ever?" Senga teases, and Nikaido nips at him in retaliation.

"Wake me up at midnight. We're so doing that again."

"Mmhmm," Senga promises; they both get the best night of sleep that they've had in weeks.

Nikaido rolls over at Senga's "good morning" and is a bit confused to find the bed empty. He blinks around in the sun-bright room, but can't seem to focus on anything; Senga laughs from where he's standing, a fuzzy blob in the doorway.

"Can you get my eye drops from my bag?" Nikaido asks, and Senga hums an affirmative. One downside to surprise sleepovers is sleeping in his contacts. Senga places the bottle of drops in Nikaido's hand and things start making a lot more sense once his lenses aren't glued to his eyeballs.

There's a tray of food sitting on Senga's desk, a traditional breakfast just like Nikaido prefers.

"Happy birthday," Senga says, and leans in for a quick kiss that Nikaido dodges (he wants to brush his teeth first), gathering him in for a hug instead.

"Thanks, Kento." He lets Senga sit back. "You made me breakfast?"

"Yup!" Senga sounds proud and Nikaido grins.

"I love you."

"Well," Senga doesn't quite meet his eyes, looking a bit sheepish. "My mother helped. A lot."

Nikaido laughs, although he's glad that they seem to have gotten over last night's awkwardness. "Then I love your mother."

Senga gives an affronted gasp and shoves Nikaido backwards on the bed. Nikaido makes sure that Senga follows, but then pauses, holding Senga back.

"So you talked to her?"

"Ah... yeah," Senga says. "She. Well, it's okay. You know, mostly." He gives Nikaido an awkward smile. "But she likes you, of course. Said she's glad it's you."

"Well, that's good, I guess," Nikaido offers.

Senga smiles. "I'm glad it's you."

Something unravels all loose in Nikaido's chest and he lets Senga's kiss distract him from saying anything ridiculously sappy in return.

"Happy birthday," Senga whispers against his lips, and breakfast and morning breath are all temporarily forgotten.

Vanilla (A.B.C.-Z, NC-17)

Mon, 29 Jun 2009 16:47:21 GMT

Title: Vanilla
Pairing: A.B.C.-Z (yes, all of them)
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 for Hasshi traumatizing his bandmates. Also, Hasshi's kind of on the young side so if that bothers you, go ahead and skip this one.
AN: I've been trying to finish this forever and really I just hate it. I didn't want to look at it again to polish it up, so mousapelli put the finishing touches on it and nagged me to post it.

Vanilla

Vanilla, Give me your touch
Because you may damage me
It's burning love and sweetest kiss
Tonight, I'll be there for you

Vanilla, Give me your love
Because you may play with me
Let's make it dirty by you and me

-Vanilla (as performed by A.B.C.-Z)

It's well after 10pm when A.B.C. gets back to the joined hotel rooms they're sharing. The concerts had run much longer than expected, with a press conference and multiple encores, and their Z was forced to disappear almost an hour before the final farewell.

At first, Goseki thinks Hashimoto is sleeping. When they open the door, the lights are all on, but Hashimoto is tucked in bed with the covers pulled up to his chin. Goseki turns to shush the others, but then stops. Hashimoto's eyes are open, staring in accusation, and on further inspection, Goseki realizes that the covers are just low enough to reveal a fantastic pout. Goseki lets the others continue chatting as they file in. He edges carefully around the cot, not particularly desiring another banged shin, and sits down on the edge of the bed, next to Hasshi.

"Aww, Ryosuke, what's wrong?" He gives Hashimoto a gentle smile, but the boy's expression doesn't change. The others stop talking immediately.

"Hashimoto-kun?" Totsuka asks, looking concerned. Hashimoto still says nothing.

Kawai tries next, sitting on the edge of the bed and smoothing Hashimoto's bangs back from his forehead. "Hey, Hasshi, you okay?"

He's answered with silence. They all stare at Hashimoto for a few moments, but it's pretty clear that he isn't going to say anything. He doesn't look sick, or sad, or any of those things. If anything, he looks rather annoyed. Goseki clears his throat.

"All right then. We'll leave you alone, Ryosuke. Just let us know when you're ready to talk, okay?" Goseki waits another moment, and when Hashimoto remains quiet, shrugs and turns to strip off his jacket. It seems to break some sort of spell, and the rest of them move to do the same, Tsukada and Totsuka shuffling through the open doorway that leads to their room. Kawai drops down onto his cot (he'd lost janken), legs hanging off the end, and Goseki kicks at his feet as he walks past.

"Fumito, you're going to fall alseep in your clothes if you do that."

Kawai snorts. "I'm not that tired."

Goseki raises his eyebrow.

"I'm not," Kawai insists. "I just don't feel like moving."

"...right." Goseki lets that one slide, and it's quiet for a bit.

Totsuka and Tsukada's voices drift in from their half of the accommodations.

"-in the front with the Kiss Me! uchiwa?"

"Ooh!" Kawai latches onto that statement. "I saw her! That chick was hot."

Tsukada's grinning head pops around the doorjamb, eyebrows waggling. "Yeah?"

Kawai sits up, leering. "Hell, I'd do a lot more than kiss her!"

Goseki shoots him a look, because Hashimoto is still watching them all carefully and he's too young to hear that kind of thing.

"That," Hashimoto says, suddenly.

But of course, Hashimoto chooses just then to break his silence. Goseki manages to keep from jumping in surprise, and Kawai and Tsukada are too focused on Hashimoto to notice Goseki's startled twitch.

"What?"

"That," Hashimoto says again. "You act differently when I'm around." Goseki can hear the pout in his voice, and it brings Totsuka back into their room as well. He sits down on Kawai's cot, Kawai scooting over to avoid an elbow in the stomach.

"What do you mean, Hasshi?" Totsuka asks.

"You just act different," Hashimoto insists. "You never talk about girls..."

Goseki is surprised that Hashimoto has noticed.

"...or boys," Hashimoto finishes, and Goseki gives him a sharp look, very interested in that statement.

"What do you know about boys?" he demands.

Hashimoto's pout turns a bit smug. "I'm not obvious."

Goseki thinks he means to say oblivious, but obvious might work just as well in this situation, because he isn't. He's surrounded by an air of innocence, but when Hashimoto suddenly throws off the covers, he throws off all of his innocence with them.

He's wearing nothing, long limbs stretched out against the white of the sheets, and years of photo shoots have clearly taught him how to arrange himself to look his best. Hashimoto knows exactly what he's doing, and combined with the recent muscle from his acrobatic exercise, he makes quite the picture. It's hard not to stare.

Totsuka is the first to move, shifting to grab the covers from the floor and throw them back over their naked bandmate. His eyes are averted, and there's a light color in his cheeks. "Hasshi..." he warns.

But Hashimoto evades Totsuka's attempts to cover him. He sits up, not at all self-conscious, and ignores the fact that the rest of his group is having trouble meeting his eyes.

The look he gives them is defiant. "I've had my own group before, you know?"

There's a pause, and then Totsuka speaks up, a bit hesitantly. "Um, Hasshi..." He looks uncomfortable. "You were in Takaki-kun's group, right?"

Hashimoto nods.

"Well. Takaki-kun is a bit..."

"Innocent."

"Ignorant."

Tsukada and Kawai talk over each other, but they're both right. If Hashimoto thinks he learned a lot from J.J. Express, Takaki Yuya is walking proof that he couldn't have learned much. The guy is almost twenty and it's a well-known fact that he's still sometimes shocked by his (significantly) younger bandmates in Hey! Say! JUMP. Although Goseki doesn't know what, if anything that proves since those bandmates include Yamada and Chinen.

"J.J. Express had too many members," Hashimoto explains (and okay, maybe Hashimoto doesn't know everything, because Kis-My-Ft2 manages just fine with their seven).

"TOP 3 only had a name for a short time, but we were together for much longer than that," Hashimoto says, and oh. That explains a lot, Goseki thinks. Sanada and Nozawa are just as bad as the members of Kis-My-Ft2, or maybe it's just that they're bad at finding hiding places, but either way, it's the same.

"I want you to watch me," Hashimoto states, and his smile is dangerous, full of promises. It spurs Totsuka back into motion.

"Hasshi, no." He's trying so hard not to look at Hashimoto that he's not really aiming properly with the blanket. Hashimoto kicks it off his legs.

"That's really not a good idea," Tsukada adds, although ready for his bath and wrapped only in a towel, it's pretty clear he's struggling to think with his brain. Unfortunately, Hashimoto notices and zeros in on him.

"Tsuka-chan..." Hashimoto reaches out a hand, invitation written across his face, but Tsukada looks at the floor.

"Hasshi, I-"

Hashimoto stands up and cuts him off. He walks over to Tsukada, heedless of everyone else, and Kawai valiantly curls into a ball on his cot to keep himself from staring. Totsuka's eyes are tightly shut. Goseki, on the other hand, can't help but watch--it's like a train wreck.

Tsukada backs up until he hits the desk, and Hashimoto closes in. Tsukada clearly doesn't know where to look, and Hashimoto towers over him.

"Tsuka-chan, look at me." His voice is low and commanding, and Goseki can't blame Tsukada for listening to him. As soon as he looks up, Hashimoto smirks and leans down to capture Tsukada's lips.

Goseki's gasp is louder than Tsukada's, unmuffled and entirely shocked. He'd had a pretty good idea where Hashimoto had been going with his advances, but some part of him hadn't quite believed it. Kawai whimpers; he can't see, but he probably knows what's happening anyway. Totsuka doesn't open his eyes, and feels around for a moment before sitting down heavily on Goseki's bed. Goseki stands frozen. He can't bring himself to move, staring as Tsukada grabs the edge of the desk with both hands, and thinks that Tsukada is a stronger man than Goseki is, to keep his hands off of what Hashimoto so willingly offers.

It's as if Hashimoto can read his mind. He turns away, leaving Tsukada to collect himself, and before Hashimoto closes in on him, Goseki can see Tsukada shaking. But then Hashimoto is right in front of him.

"You'll play with me, won't you, Gocchi?" It's disturbing how quickly Hashimoto's smile can go from knowing to innocent. The hands that reach out to rest on Goseki's hips are distracting, but Goseki does his best.

"Ryosuke, I really don't think you're ready for this," he tries. He wishes the other members would at least try to help.

Hashimoto's eyes flash dangerously. "And why do you get to decide that for me?" he asks, his grip tightening. "I know I'm younger than the rest of you, but I'm a part of the group. I want to be equal with you."

It's almost a childish thing to say, and yet Goseki knows Hashimoto is right. They try to protect their youngest member, to shield him from the too-early maturity that finds most members of their company, but they're really too little, too late, and Goseki knows that. It isn't his place to set Hashimoto's limits.

"I don't want you walking on pebbles around me," Hashimoto adds.

The strangeness of the phrase gives Goseki pause for a moment, and he's distracted just enough that he's caught by surprise when Hashimoto leans down to kiss him, too.

He's a good kisser, Goseki discovers, and there's no desk for Goseki to grab. He ends up sliding his hands along the smooth skin of Hashimoto's sides, feeling Hashimoto's breath hitch beneath his fingers.

Hashimoto is the first to pull away again, and Goseki lets him go. Tsukada has given up and is leaning back against the desk, openly watching them. Kawai is peeking from under his arm, and Totsuka's eyes are still closed, but Goseki can see his chest rising and falling a bit faster than normal. Hashimoto moves to stand in front of him.

"Totsuka-kun, don't you like me?"

Totsuka's eyes fly open as he starts to protest, but he doesn't manage more than a "Ha--" before his voice catches. Hashimoto takes his hand and pulls him up, pressing himself along Totsuka's side as he sometimes does, and Totsuka looks lost. His usual amused indulgence is absent as Hashimoto makes him the third victim, kissing him soft and sweet. Totsuka has no chance at all, and Goseki catches a grin from Tsukada that says he knows as much.

Goseki thinks it's a bit unfair that their youngest is so much taller than all of them. It means that when he finally stretches himself back out on the bed, there's that much more on display. He's gorgeous, Goseki thinks, and he knows it.

"Just watch me," Hashimoto whispers, and he's got everyone's attention now, even Kawai's. He drags one hand slowly from his neck to splay across his ribs, and makes a pleased hum.

Goseki settles next to Kawai on the cot and tugs at the neckline of his own yukata, feeling much warmer than he had minutes ago. "You have too much clothing on for this," he murmurs to Kawai, for once the one wearing the most clothes and not the least. Kawai's beyond protesting, and he rectifies the problem immediately, not bothering to go for a yukata like Goseki and Totsuka had. Hashimoto beckons him over once he's finished.

"Please, Kawai-kun. Kiss me?" And Kawai practically falls on top of him, kneeling one leg on the bed and leaning down to claim Hashimoto's mouth. Hashimoto reaches up to place a steadying hand on Kawai's shoulder, but it doesn't stay there long, drifting steadily down until he's palming one cheek of Kawai's ass, pulling him closer.

Goseki doesn't have a clear view from where he's sitting, but he's okay with that. He reaches over to smooth a hand across Kawai's other ass cheek and grins when Kawai jumps slightly. But Goseki has to rely on Tsukada's and Totsuka's expressions, and the tightening of Hashimoto's grip, to clue him in that the kiss has just changed to something a bit more intense. If Goseki focuses, it sounds different, too. Kawai shifts so that he's not presenting Goseki with a view of his ass, and settles himself more directly on top of Hashimoto, letting Goseki finally see the way his tongue is sliding along Hashimoto's, all slick and slow.

As soon as Kawai migrates down to Hashimoto's neck, the boy twists, reaching out a hand again. "Tsuka-chan..."

It's like they're all waiting for Hashimoto's invitation. Tsukada slides off the bed to kneel next to Hashimoto's, leaning in to kiss him, but Hashimoto pulls away.

"Stand up," he says, and there's a roughness to his voice that makes Goseki's stomach tighten. Hashimoto pulls Tsukada until he's in the right place, knees bent just enough that his thighs press against the edge of the bed, and then Hashimoto leans over and takes Tsukada into his mouth.

Tsukada's groan is immediate, and Goseki is forced to close his eyes for a moment to catch his breath. When he opens them again, Totsuka is pressed against Tsukada's back, helping to hold him upright and taking advantage of the position to stare down over his shoulder and watch the drag of Hashimoto's lips along Tsukada's cock. Tsukada reaches back and clings to Totsuka, again refusing to touch Hashimoto when Goseki thinks he'd just grab onto the kid's hair.

He watches them for a bit, lifting aside his yukata to touch himself when it gets to be too much. After a few minutes, Hashimoto nudges everyone away, Totsuka tugging Tsukada closer to himself and replacing Hashimoto's mouth with his hand, Kawai rolling over with a whine and then moving back over to sit next to Goseki when Hashimoto prods him further. Goseki isn't sure what Hashimoto is planning.

"Just watch me," Hashimoto says, repeating himself from earlier. He pulls a bottle out from beneath his pillow and squeezes some of the lube onto his fingures, using it to work his already-hard cock even harder. Tsukada throws his head back as Totsuka strokes him with a matching rhythm, and Kawai leans over to groan into Goseki's neck.

"This isn't right," Kawai mutters, and Goseki agrees, but neither of them do anything to stop Hashimoto as he slides his hand even lower.

Even as far off to the side as they all are, they can see well enough as Hashimoto works himself open, the expressions passing across his face more than enough to make up for any missing details down below. His head is thrown back, baring his throat, trusting, tempting. Kawai pushes Goseki's hand out of the way and takes over squeezing his cock, so Goseki returns the favor, occasionally flicking his eyes up to glance at the two across from them, liking the way Totsuka has unconsciously started rocking against Tsukada's ass.

And then Hashimoto catches his eye.

"Gocchi..."

"Yeah?" Goseki answers.

"Goseki-sama."

Goseki swallows hard. "What is it, Ryosuke?"

Hashimoto reaches his free hand up under the pillow again and pulls out a condom packet, displaying it clearly for Goseki to see. He smiles, seductive and dark, a look that Goseki has only ever seen him use on stage. "I'm not some innocent maiden."

Goseki wonders if he means virgin. Maybe he does, maybe he doesn't, but he's not a maiden, and by this point Goseki's pretty clued in to the fact that Hashimoto definitely isn't a virgin, either.

"I want you to fuck me."

They're all past saying no to anything at this point, Goseki thinks, because he doesn't even try to argue, and neither does anyone else. Kawai helps strip him off his yukata as he stands, then gives him a leer and yanks him down for a quick good-luck kiss. At least, that's what Goseki assumes from the "make it good" that Kawai whispers against his lips. It might be a bit arrogant to ask Kawai when he's ever not made it good, but it's how Goseki feels, and Kawai has certainly never had any complaints.

Hashimoto spreads his legs without question when Goseki kneels at the foot of the bed. Goseki considers him for a moment, then holds out a hand. Wordlessly, Kawai tosses him a pillow, and Hashimoto lets Goseki position it beneath his hips. The condom is handed over without comment, as well.

"You okay?" Goseki asks once he's ready, and Hashimoto nods, wetting his lips.

"Yeah."

He's still rather tight when Goseki pushes in, hisses against the stretch of it, and Goseki stops to let him adjust. Kawai lets Hashimoto squeeze his hand and leans in closer.

"All right there?" Kawai checks, and Goseki's glad that he does, because at the moment, Goseki is gritting his teeth against a groan. Hashimoto is tight.

But Hashimoto assures Kawai that he's fine. He grins up at Goseki again, and despite the slight tension that might betray a bit of pain, Hashimoto hasn't lost any of the dark, heavy lust in his eyes. He levels his gaze straight at Goseki and pushes back against him, and Goseki can't hold the groan back anymore as he slides in deeper. Hashimoto looks smug.

Goseki sets up a torturously slow rhythm under the pretense of going easy, but truth be told he's not sure how long he'll last if Hashimoto doesn't relax a bit. After another thirty seconds of entirely-too-slow rocking, though, Hashimoto does. He gives a deep, pleased sigh and relaxes back into the mattress, beckoning Kawai to him. Totsuka and Tsukada look a bit jealous when Kawai leans down to kiss him again.

Goseki watches their tongues play together for a moment, trying to keep his pace steady and slow, but it's hard. Hashimoto arches up into Kawai's touch and the movement is unexpected enough that Goseki is caught, a moan escaping before he can hold it back. Kawai swallows Hashimoto's pleased-sounding echo, and then Hashimoto nudges him back to look him in the eye.

He says nothing for a moment, just catching his breath with each of Goseki's slow, smooth strokes, before reaching down to encircle Kawai's cock with his hand and giving it a squeeze.

"You can come all over me if you want to," Hashimoto murmurs, looking coy, and Kawai's head drops to his chest on a desperate groan that everyone copies, before coming up again to capture Hashimoto's mouth. It's a good thing Kawai shuts him up, if Hashimoto can talk like that.

Goseki does his best not to distract them, fucking Hashimoto deep and slow, listening as his gasped moans drip out over Kawai's tongue. Hashimoto's hand is steady though, and it's clear that he has experience in this sort of multi-tasking as he strokes Kawai faster, squeezes harder, until Kawai is louder than Hashimoto is and his arms are shaking where they hold him up.

"Come on," Goseki hears, and only realizes that he spoke when both Totsuka and Tsukada glance over at him. The other two don't say anything, however, and Totsuka and Tsukada tear their gaze back to Kawai as he tenses and spills himself across Hashimoto's fingers and stomach, following Goseki's command even though he's not the one touching Kawai directly.

Kawai stands back for a moment, catching his breath and eyeing the mess he's made across Hashimoto's skin like he wants to be horrified. But then his knees give out and he sinks backwards onto his cot again. It's probably a good thing that his eyes are closed, because Hashimoto reaches up to smear the come on his fingers across his lips, and Goseki can't keep from shoving into him roughly. Hashimoto gasps beneath him, his mouth open under his hand, and Goseki almost loses control himself when Hashimoto slips his tongue in between his fingers for a taste.

It seems to snap Tsukada out of whatever reluctance he's been holding on to, because in an instant he's yanking Hashimoto's hand out of the way and leaning in to taste Kawai directly from Hashimoto's lips.

"You should do it too," Hashimoto tells him when he leans back to suck in air, and Tsukada lets Hashimoto guide him into kneeling next to his head again. It's a bit awkward--at that angle, Hashimoto can't quite get his mouth around Tsukada like he wants to. But it doesn't matter. He strokes Tsukada with one hand and lets Goseki's thrusts do the rest, his mouth working at Tsukada's tip when he can reach, using his tongue to just lick at him when he can't. It's probably not the best blowjob ever, but it looks hotter than hell. Goseki grabs Hashimoto by the hips and fucks him harder.

"Aah," Hashimoto groans. "Please." Whether he's asking Goseki for more or urging Tsukada on isn't clear, but Tsukada is the one who gives in first. His orgasm clearly takes him by surprise and he grabs Hashimoto by the hair, pulling tight as he shoots his come across Hashimoto's face. Hashimoto winces at the tug on his skull, but does nothing to stop him.

Tsukada almost immediately drops to his knees next to the bed, leaning over Hashimoto with a whispered "Sorry." Hashimoto reaches up to wipe away a drop of release clinging to his eyelashes, and holds out his hand to offer it to Tsukada. Goseki thinks that's actually a little weird, but Tsukada accepts it willingly, sucking Hashimoto's finger into his mouth as if the action might convey some sort of apology. Whatever it is, it's between the two of them, a little private moment despite the fact that Hashimoto is still rocking from the force of Goseki's thrusts.

Tsukada stands and climbs shakily across the bed where Totsuka is sitting and curls up behind him with a pillow. Goseki is sure that Kawai will regret falling asleep tomorrow; Tsukada doesn't look like he's about to make the same mistake, his eyes wide open and staring at them.

Totsuka makes his move then, but it's only to reach out with a tissue from the nightstand. Hashimoto pushes his hand away.

"Leave it," he says, and Totsuka looks like he wants to protest. "I--aahh." Hashimoto arches sharply against Goseki and Goseki knows he's just found the right spot. He shifts his angle again to avoid it and Hashimoto whines, but doesn't push for more. He's got amazing control, surprisingly, and Goseki wonders how he's able to last as long as he has; it's taken Goseki a while to build up his endurance.

But then Hashimoto reaches up to stop him. "Wait," he says, breathless. "Wait."

Goseki stops, but not without some effort. "Okay?" He doesn't have much more of a voice than Hashimoto does. Hashimoto whimpers and reaches up to pull Totsuka closer.

Totsuka looks unsure, but—

"Just do it," Tsukada says from the other bed, and Totsuka lets Hashimoto pull him down against his side on the bed.

It's easy for Goseki to see the difference. Hashimoto kisses Totsuka like he's special, somehow. Kisses him soft and sweet, a chaste sort of kiss that melts Totsuka even closer and lets him accept Hashimoto's touch. Hashimoto wraps a hand back around Totsuka without any hesitation, stroking him with a tight, lube-slick grip that none of them could probably stand for long at this point. But that's not what really gets Totsuka.

"I love Tottsu," Hashimoto whispers, and that's what does it, Totsuka shivering as his release joins Kawai's on Hashimoto's abdomen.

When he can move again, Totsuka backs away carefully and slides into the other bed, into Tsukada's arms. Tsukada moves his pillow and curls against Totsuka's back instead, leaning up to peer over his shoulder at Hashimoto and Goseki.

With everyone else out of reach, Hashimoto returns his focus entirely to Goseki, eyes wide and dark.

"Make me come," Hashimoto says, and Goseki finally gives in, fucking him hard and fast like he's been wanting to. Hashimoto cries out and pushes back against him, breath being forced from his lungs with each thrust, and Tsukada and Totsuka are staring. It's getting hard for Goseki to breathe, as well, and he can feel his orgasm creeping closer.

"Come," he gasps, and Hashimoto tosses his head in response.

"Touch me."

And oh, that would be the key, then. Some people just don't work that way, and Hashimoto seems to know himself pretty well. He's clearly not going to come just from being fucked, because Goseki can hold out quite a while and he's already at the end of his endurance. He strokes Hashimoto roughly as his rhythm starts to falter, holding on by willpower alone. He waits until Hashimoto's cries rise sharply in pitch and then pulls out, tearing off the condom as Hashimoto comes with a long, thin wail. He barely gets the material out of the way before he's coming himself, groaning as he splashes his release across Hashimoto's skin, their come mixing together to pool in droplets in Hashimoto's navel.

Goseki collapses next to Hashimoto, his face buried in the pillow. He feels Hashimoto pat his shoulder a little, like Goseki is a cute kouhai who did a good job during practice, and Goseki gives a muffled snort.

"Come on, you need a bath," Totsuka says, tugging Hashimoto up off the bed, and Hashimoto goes willingly, trotting happily at Totsuka's heels as he leads Hashimoto into the bathroom. The door clicks shut behind them.

Goseki lets his eyes fall shut and goes just that much limper against the bed. The sheets smell like Hashimoto, and Goseki is seriously thinking about never moving again.

"What are we supposed to do with him, huh?"

Goseki grunts his displeasure, but rolls over to see Tsukada watching him, chin propped up on one hand. From the bathroom, Goseki hears the faint sound of splashing, the murmur of Totsuka's voice, and Hashimoto giggling.

"I guess he's one of us now," Goseki shrugs, then shuts his eyes again.

A few hours later, he's roused out of sleep but isn't sure by what at first. Someone is curled up against his back, snoring. When he shifts, the person's snoring cuts off with a little whistle; it's Kawai, then. Goseki vaguely remembers eventually crawling over to share with him when Hashimoto and Totsuka had finished their bath.

It's noises from the next bed that have woken Goseki up, and now that he's paying attention, he can pick out the low murmur of Hashimoto and Totsuka's voices, Totsuka clearly no longer occupying the space next to Tsukada. There's also a soft, rhythmic rustling that makes Goseki roll his eyes.

"Oi," he says, his voice sleep-rough, fumbling for the lamp. "We have shows tomorrow, you know."

There's a pause, and then Hashimoto laughs, a low giggle that makes Goseki's arms goosebump.

"Don't worry," Hashimoto says, just as Goseki gets the lamp on and realizes that Hashimoto isn't exactly on the bottom this time. "I won't be rough with Tottsu."

Hashimoto grins guilelessly, Totsuka shifting underneath him, and Goseki reaches behind himself to elbow Kawai; Kawai definitely won't want to miss this.

This fic adds Hasshi and Tottsu tags, whee.

Jumping To My Dream (Nikaido/Senga, PG)

Mon, 15 Jun 2009 16:24:29 GMT

Title: Jumping To My Dream
Pairing: Nikaido/Senga
Rating/Warnings: PG
AN: Thanks to timeripple for the beta. Dedicated to Nika, who inspired this entire thing with a smile. Also, the jumping/chasing bit is real. Everything else is just speculation. ;)

Jumping To My Dream

The lights are blazing, the audience deafening, sweat dripping down under his costume, but Senga ignores it all. There's a sea of unidentifiable faces and colors, flashes of light waving in time, and Senga sees his name scattered throughout the crowd. He waves toward his uchiwas where he can, waves at the people directly below him, gaining a frenzy of waving penlights in return, and then someone whacks him on the arm.

Senga turns to see Nikaido next to him, grinning crazily, and then Nikaido starts to jump. Senga starts to laugh, then catches the shouted directions from KAT-TUN, and realizes that everyone around him is jumping, too. The lights move in sync as the audience members throw up their arms, and Senga catches on, jumping together with Nikaido until Nikaido gives him a look that clearly says "catch me" and takes off across the stage, half running, half jumping, awkwardly hopping as he dodges between the other juniors, and Senga can't help but follow.

He chases Nikaido to the rear of the main stage, where Nikaido spins suddenly, and Senga nearly trips in an effort not to crash into him. They're still jumping, jumping, jumping, and Nikaido tries to jump in a circle around him, laughing. Senga doesn't let him, attempting to do the same, and they end up jumping in a circle together, Fujigaya catching sight of them and nearly falling over with laughter. Kawai is nearby, too, but he's paying them no attention, focused instead on the crowd in front of him, shouting something unheard into his mic and punching his fist in the air. Senga tries to jump higher than Nikaido, and they progress into a competition for height, no clear winner by the time the music fades away. They're left grinning at each other happily as the rest of the juniors cluster around them, everyone pushing to the back for the introductions.

When it's their turn, Kis-My-Ft2 runs forward, and Nikaido stays right by Senga's side, entirely out of order (and it seems to throw Kamenashi off for a moment, but he recovers quickly). Senga basks in his moment of attention, screams just for him, and then they're done, finished for the night. They file off stage together, the roar of the crowd still audible, their senpai saying their final goodbyes. Someone pounces on Senga from behind, arms flung over his shoulders, and just a glance down tells Senga that it's Nikaido, his hands as recognizable to Senga as Senga's own. He lets Nikaido cling to him as they clear the stairs, then spins around in his arms until they're face to face.

He doesn't really have anything to say, and Nikaido doesn't seem to want to say much either, so they just stand there, grinning at each other until Kitayama breezes past.

"Just kiss already!" he shouts, and there's a momentary pause before his words register.

Senga squawks and they both pull away from each other like they've been burned.

"What!" Nikaido says, and—

"It's not like that!" Senga adds, but the words fall on deaf ears as Kitayama ignores them and disappears around a corner. Senga looks over to see an unreadable expression on Nikaido's face.

"Or is it?" Nikaido asks, and he's so quiet that Senga can hardly hear him over the still-screaming audience. Senga blinks.

"...is it?"

Nikaido doesn't answer him, just stares for a moment before turning away. Senga stares at his back and wonders what just happened.

He forgets about it almost immediately, an odd little moment in a long and busy day. It's not until he's finally home that he thinks about it again.

Senga is lying in bed, completely exhausted, but still too high on excitement to fall asleep. He tries to replay the concert in his head. He knows most of the songs they did and where he was, but that's more from a whole lot of rehearsal than from the actual concert itself. He remembers general feelings, the screams of the audience, and tries to pick out individual moments.

Ah. Senga clearly remembers walking around the floor of the dome, outside the walkway, Nikaido by his side. Senga turned to say something to him (he forgets what it was), and got a brilliant smile in return. He remembers the jumping, the chasing, catching Nikaido's eye. Remembers Nikaido grinning at him. Realizes that all he remembers clearly from the concert is Nikaido's face. And then Senga remembers that moment, standing safe and happy in Nikaido's arms, and then Kitayama. Then that question.

Or is it?

Senga knows what he said then, and he thinks it again now, despite not wanting to. Is it?

It's not that Senga doesn't like guys (because sometimes he does), it's just that he's never thought of Nikaido like that. Nikaido is his best friend, and they've known each other for years. He's just... he's just Nika. But the less of the concert Senga remembers, the more clearly he can recall Nikaido's smiles, the more he thinks he might have to consider it.

He's nervous just thinking about it, and closes his eyes. Senga has no idea what Nikaido would really do, and thinks he's probably imagining him like a girl, Nikaido placing a hesitant hand on Senga's arm and leaning in to lightly press his lips against Senga's. But even the very thought of it makes Senga gasp, and his eyes fly open to stare unseeingly into the darkness of his room.

It's a long night.

Senga meets Nikaido in the afternoon at their appointed place, just outside of the gates at the station where the buses will pick them up to take them to Tokyo Dome. He gives Nikaido a little wave that he hopes doesn't look as nervous as he feels, and then Nikaido yanks him out of the stream of pedestrian traffic to stand out of the way against the wall. Senga's just opening his mouth to ask what's up when Nikaido interrupts him.

"We need to talk."

Senga wishes he didn't know what Nikaido was talking about, but he does. "Yeah?"

"I'm scared," Nikaido says, honest as always, and it brings a small smile to Senga's lips.

"You're always scared," he teases, but Nikaido stares back at him, dead serious, and Senga lets his smile fade.

"I'm terrified," Nikaido amends.

"...of us?" Senga ventures.

"Yes." Nikaido looks like he's terrified, and it does nothing to calm Senga's own nerves. Senga does his best to pretend like he's fine.

"Why?" he asks. "We're best friends."

Nikaido looks wary. "Is that... how you really feel?"

Senga hesitates. He knows that if he says yes, it would be a lie.

"...no."

"Then what?" Nikaido insists.

Senga bites his lip for a moment and looks away. "Yesterday. Kitayama might have had a point."

There's silence for a long moment.

Finally, Nikaido speaks. "Do you love me?" he asks, and Senga can answer that immediately.

"Yes." Because he does. Of course he does.

"Could you love me... like that?" Nikaido asks.

Senga really wants to play dumb, wants to ask him what he really means, but he doesn't. Senga already knows his answer, he's been thinking about it since last night, but it's not easy to say it. Yet Nikaido's answer is in his eyes when Senga meets them, and maybe it always has been, and it gives Senga courage.

"...yes," he whispers.

"Okay," Nikaido whispers back. He reaches out a hand, then stops, seemingly remembering that they're in a crowded train station. He pulls his hand back and curls his fingers into a fist. "Okay," he repeats.

"Okay," Senga echoes, and they look at each other for a few moments before Nikaido smiles. It's a small smile, but natural and happy, and Senga smiles back as relief floods through him. Nikaido turns away and Senga falls in beside him, headed toward the bus that's waiting for them.

Everything has changed, and nothing has changed, and Senga thinks that today, together, they'll jump higher than ever before.

Flashes of Desire (Goseki/Kitayama, R)

Tue, 09 Jun 2009 15:25:03 GMT

Drabble for pot_and_kettle. Writing directly into LJ, so apologies for any mistakes.

She wanted Goseki/Kitayama. Prompt: "Desire smiles in brief flashes, like sunlight glinting from a knife-edge. And there is much else that is knife-like about Desire."

Unlike most people, Goseki is actually shorter than him, and it makes it much easier for Kitayama to get him where he wants him. Not that he stays there, because despite his shorter stature, he's just as strong as Kitayama is, and Kitayama finds himself pushed back into the wall, Goseki nipping at his lips.

Kitayama lets him do as he pleases without fighting too hard— it will get Kitayama what he wants either way. He opens his mouth to let Goseki in, and god, he knows how to kiss. He doesn't do this with Goseki much, but thinks that maybe he should, especially when Goseki slides his fingers up under Kitayama's t-shirt and curls his tongue in exactly the right way to force a moan from Kitayama's throat and turn his knees weak.

Goseki follows the vibrations and kisses his way down Kitayama's neck, not leaving any marks as evidence. "You look really hot with this style," he mutters, and reaches up his other hand to yank Kitayama's head back by the loose half of his hair. Kitayama bites back a whimper.

"Wish I could say the same for you," he teases, but his voice is too tight to be convincing. Goseki tugs harder on his hair in punishment anyway.

"It's not my hair you like me for, is it?" Goseki punctuates his question with a hard roll of his hips against Kitayama's, and Kitayama groans again, reaching up to clutch at Goseki's shoulders.

"Just do it," he gasps, and then stops breathing altogether as Goseki lets go of him enough to get at their pants.

He strokes them roughly together and Kitayama leans forward to kiss him again, tasting Goseki's answering groans on his tongue.

They come in a rush of shudders, one after another, and Kitayama doesn't protest when Goseki leans against him and rests his head on his shoulder, their chests rising and falling together as they catch their breath.

Kitayama waits until Goseki pulls away, then gives him a grin. "Meet you again after filming?"

Goseki rolls his eyes. "We'll see. If something more interesting doesn't present itself."

Kitayama sticks out his tongue. He'll make sure that nothing does.

Okay, I really have no idea how that fits the prompt at all, but what the hell kind of prompt is that, anyway? :P
Now write me fic, bitch. :P

Oh, look! A new tag, for Goseki!

Your Turn

Wed, 20 May 2009 15:06:42 GMT

THE ANONYMOUS WRITING FEEDBACK MEME

Whatever you'd like to say.

Maybe even: "I wish you'd stop posting those stupid dragons with your fics."

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Writing Meme

Mon, 04 May 2009 15:43:53 GMT

Ten Words or Less Meme
Write 10 different categories of fic, each in 10 words or less.

1. Angst:
2. AU:
3. Crack!fic:
4. Crossover:
5. First Time:
6. Fluff:
7. Humor:
8. Hurt/Comfort:
9. Smut:
10. UST:

1. Angst:
Miyata sighs. "He said no."
"Then keep trying," Yokoo advises.

2. AU:
Nikaido doesn't care about saving the world; Senga's more important.

3. Crack!fic:
Nakamaru cringes.
"Is there a reason you're all wearing tutus?"

4. Crossover:
Goseki stares at their fishtails.
"But how will you skate?"

5. First Time:
"Not there. It's- ow!" Nikaido complains.
"Sorry." Senga tries again.

6. Fluff:
Miyata passes his dessert, happily paying for Tamamori's smile.

7. Humor:
"Doesn't work like that."
"Now it does." Kawai grins.

8. Hurt/Comfort:
"You'll be fine." Totsuka holds Hashimoto tighter as he cries.

9. Smut:
"Ah, right there!"
Fujigaya arches shamelessly into Kitayama's hands.

10. UST:
"Like this?"
"Like this." Sanada wishes Nozawa wouldn't do that.

Truth: Not A Dare (Nikaido/Senga, PG-13)

Sat, 02 May 2009 16:34:02 GMT

Title: Truth: Not A Dare
Pairing: Nikaido/Senga
Rating/Warnings: PG-13. Mostly just kissing. A tiny bit of clothed groping. Although I'm told it's still porn. Idk, it's intense? :P
AN: Senga, I'm sorry I missed your birthday. Can I make up for it?
Cursory beta by diamondsjack. Who got embarrassed. Go encourage her to write her own porn. :P

Set shortly after this.

Truth: Not A Dare

It's a few days later, and this is the first time that Nikaido has been alone with Senga since... well. His chest feels tight just thinking about it. Even the memory is enough to make it hard to breathe.

He knows that Senga likes him, and Senga knows that Nikaido likes him in return, but that doesn't make things any easier. Work had been alright, because it was everyone together and everyone acting normal, but now they're in Senga's bedroom and everything is different. They had just been planning to hang out for a few hours after work before Nikaido had to go home, but now Nikaido doesn't know what to do. He doesn't know how to act.

Usually, Nikaido will play video games while Senga studies, just enjoying each other's company. Or they'll look through some of Senga's manga together, or even just sit around and chat. But Senga doesn't have to study anymore, there hasn't been any new manga since last week, and Nikaido has no idea what to say.

"Aren't you going to sit down?" Senga looks up at him from his place on his bed, giving Nikaido a questioning look. Nikaido doesn't really want to. Sitting on the bed will put him much too close to Senga, and the room is so small that sitting on the floor would just be strange. But just standing there is pretty strange, too, so Nikaido gingerly sits down on the edge of the bed as far away from Senga as he can get.

Senga gives him another look. "I thought you liked me," he says.

Nikaido feels a bit trapped. "Um. I do..."

"So why are you acting like you're trying to avoid me?" Senga frowns.

Nikaido really doesn't want to answer that. He doesn't want to tell Senga how badly he wants him, how little control he really has; he's afraid that if he gets too close, he won't be able to stop himself. He stares at the bedspread and says nothing.

There's silence for a few moments, awkward and painful, and then he can see Senga reaching toward him out of the corner of his eye. His hand stops short, though, dropping to rest on the bed, and Nikaido looks up.

Senga is looking back at him.

"Can I touch you?" he asks hesitantly, and reaches his hand out again to hover over Nikaido's arm. He looks as nervous as Nikaido feels.

Nikaido swallows down the fluttering feeling in his stomach. "Yeah," he says quietly, and watches as Senga places his palm on Nikaido's arm, just below his elbow. It's nothing unusual, but somehow, it feels significant. Nikaido holds his breath as Senga slides his hand down to wrap their fingers together.

"Is this okay?"

"Yeah," Nikaido breathes out, and reminds himself that air is necessary. Senga pulls on their hands until Nikaido is forced to lean over, and Nikaido pushes their hands into the mattress to keep himself from losing his balance. Senga works himself free, but the look in his eyes tells Nikaido not to move. His slides his hand back up Nikaido's arm until he's holding onto his shoulder, and Nikaido knows where this is going even before Senga leans in.

Even though he's expecting it, Nikaido can't keep from jerking slightly when Senga's lips press against his. He lets himself relax a bit, lets Senga kiss him, but doesn't kiss him back. Senga's kiss is slow and sweet, a gentle brush of their lips, and Nikaido doesn't want to scare Senga by kissing him the way he really wants to. Because what he really wants is to shove Senga back down on his bed and kiss him until he can't breathe, until he begs for more and Nikaido can taste himself on his tongue.

Senga pulls away. "Is it... not good?" He looks worried.

"It's nice." Nikaido does his best to look Senga in the eye. "I like the way you kiss," he says shyly.

"So kiss me back," Senga insists, and he's blushing a bit. He seems to have realized that Nikaido isn't answering any questions and looks ready to demand action instead. The determination in his eyes is dangerous.

"Umm." Nikaido tries to remember his argument and can't. "Yeah." He licks his lips nervously. "Okay."

This time, when Senga leans in to meet him, Nikaido kisses him back, just a bit. Senga's lips feel really nice against his, warm and dry and just a little bit rough, enough that the slight catch of their skin makes him tingle pleasantly. Nikaido loses himself in Senga, just like last time, but now there's no one around to stop him. He focuses on every little detail- the feel of Senga's lips, the small hitches in his breath when Nikaido tilts his head slightly, the way his nose presses against Nikaido's cheek when he shifts. He's so focused on Senga that he doesn't notice how far he has to lean until it's too late. He topples into Senga a bit, catching himself with his hand on the bed, but not before he presses his lips hard against Senga's, startling a small mph from him.

"Sorry," he says, and Senga shakes his head and smiles.

"It's fine." He waits as Nikaido finally moves nearer, then pulls him even closer by his shoulder. "I don't know why you were all the way over there to begin with."

Nikaido doesn't remember either, and it's not important. What's important is the way he can now feel Senga pressed warm against his side, leaning into him with his whole body from knee to hip to chest. The angle is a bit strange, sitting next to each other like that, but good. Nikaido twists so that he can touch him, slipping a hand between them to rest at Senga's waist and placing the other on his knee. He's surprised when Senga squirms a bit under his hands, but then Senga's kissing him more firmly and he takes it as a good sign.

He keeps kissing Senga until Senga is clutching at him, making soft little noises as he breathes, and then Nikaido decides that those noises would be so much better if Senga was making them into his mouth instead. He's still half-expecting Senga to pull away, but when he opens his mouth, Senga follows his lead.

It was really nice kissing Senga before, but now it's even better. Nikaido feels his heart trip over itself as it speeds up, and wonders if Senga can feel it, too. He can certainly feel the little shivers that pass through Senga and it makes him happy to know that Senga is affected just as much as he is. And then Senga licks across his lip, and their kiss becomes so much more. Nikaido can't help groaning when Senga's tongue slides along his own. He lets his hand move higher up Senga's thigh and Senga does the same.

This time, it's Senga who topples over, but he pulls Nikaido with him. They have to break their kiss to rearrange themselves, shifting over to get their legs up on the bed, but then Nikaido has his wish and he's pressing Senga into the covers, Senga murmuring his name and clearly having no objections. Nikaido is suddenly hyperaware that this is Senga beneath him. He's had not a lot, but certainly enough experience with girls to know how different this is, the most noticeable difference being the erection that's pressing into his hip. It's still a little weird, but just like they did in the closet, Nikaido shifts just enough so that they're pressed together, and oh. Senga whines into his mouth and Nikaido echoes it, pushing down harder.

Nikaido rocks them together and when Senga's hands land on his hips to guide him, it sends a wash of arousal so powerful through him that Nikaido has to tear his mouth away to gasp. He keeps moving, stares down at the ecstasy written across Senga's face until Senga opens his eyes, and Nikaido knows that he's going to come like this, under the eyes and hands of his best friend.

Senga's counter-rhythm is already breaking, his fingers tightening their hold as his eyes widen.

"Wait," he gasps. "Nika, wait."

But Nikaido doesn't want to wait. He wants to feel Senga come apart beneath him. He presses his mouth back to Senga's and grinds himself against him, moves hard enough to make Senga feel, despite the layers in between them. Senga scrabbles at him, hands pulling at his shirt, making desperate-sounding noises against his mouth, but Nikaido refuses to let him go. Senga struggles for another few seconds before tensing up with a keening cry. He goes entirely still for a moment, then rips his mouth from Nikaido's to suck in heaving gasps of air, shuddering violently.

Nikaido knows that he made Senga come, that Senga came because of him, and it's the hottest thing ever. He shudders himself, and knows he's close. He presses his face into the side of Senga's neck.

"Kento," he manages, speaking much more difficult than he expected.

Senga's reply is still more of a shaky ahh than anything else.

"Kento, please?" he breathes into Senga's skin. "Touch me?"

Senga doesn't reply, but he tips Nikaido to the side and presses their foreheads together. Nikaido can feel his still-ragged breathing on his face. There's something almost creepy about the way Senga stares at him from so close, but at the same time it's intimate. Like Senga's telling him he knows exactly who he's with and who he's touching, and Nikaido has to fight to keep his eyes open when Senga's hand slips beneath the waistband of his pants. He doesn't get beneath his underwear, but even the way he palms Nikaido through the fabric is enough. It's only another few seconds of his rubbing before Nikaido can't keep his eyes open anymore. He squeezes them shut and holds Senga tightly, pressing his open mouth against Senga's to quiet his moan as he comes.

They lie there, tucked close together, breathing evening out as their heartbeats slow. Senga's hand is a loose curl warm against Nikaido's abdomen. Nikaido opens his eyes and waits a minute or two until Senga opens his as well and gives Nikaido a small smile.

"Kiss me again?" Nikaido whispers, and Senga does, soft and sweet, until Nikaido nudges him back.

"Hey, Kento," he says, and Senga hmms. "I really like you."

And after everything, it's probably pretty obvious. Senga just laughs happily and pinches at Nikaido's stomach. "Is that so?"

Nikaido squirms. "Hey!" And then he can't protest anymore because Senga is kissing him again.

Nikaido wonders if breathing is really all that important, anyway.

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Pushing the Limits (Tamamori/Miyata, NC-17)

Thu, 30 Apr 2009 14:42:28 GMT

Title: Pushing the Limits
Pairing: Tamamori/Miyata
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 for Miyata making Tamamori cry
AN: A very belated happy birthday for my senpai. It's still April! ;)
Hopefully the length of this fic (5,400+) will make up for the fact that I haven't written anything else this month. Oops. Also, unbetaed because I don't have time. -_-

Set directly after this.

Pushing the Limits

The train ride only gets progressively more uncomfortable as they go because Tamamori decides that they don't actually need to be alone for him to tell Miyata all the details. Instead he leans in close, his voice almost inaudible as he whispers in Miyata's ear. He has his eyes closed, and to other passengers, he probably looks like he's passed out on Miyata's shoulder, a common enough occurrence for it to go unquestioned. Miyata almost wishes he were, because the things he's telling Miyata are making something noticeable.

Miyata shifts slightly, not succeeding in his effort to get more comfortable, and Tamamori just slips closer.

"-hot and heavy," Tamamori continues where he left off. "Not as big as you, but Kitamitsu still felt really good on my tongue." He punctuates his sentence with a flick of said tongue against Miyata's skin and Miyata jumps a bit. He slouches lower in his seat and tries to glare at Tamamori in the window reflection across from them, but Tamamori isn't paying any attention.

"He made these little noises," Tamamori says, and then does his best to imitate them. Miyata doesn't know what Kitayama sounds like, but if it's anything close to what Tamamori is doing now, he sounds hot as hell.

"Please stop," he hisses, and when the woman next to him gives him an odd look, he takes to discreetly pinching Tamamori's thigh. It shuts him up for a bit, but only long enough for them to make their transfer.

Miyata is forced to hold his bag in front so that he doesn't embarrass himself when he stands up. He's at least glad that Tamamori is doing the same, his shoulder bag twisted so that it conveniently hides his crotch from most sides, and a hand in his pocket covering the other.

There are plenty of seats available on the local train, and while Miyata is glad he doesn't have to stand, even for the short trip to his station, it also means that Tamamori goes right back to his fake sleeping act.

"You should see him," Tamamori whispers, and Miyata bites back a whimper and doesn't bother trying to get him to stop. "He's gorgeous when he comes, you know?"

"He's always gorgeous," Miyata mutters, and it's true. Having to imagine Kitayama with his head thrown back in ecstasy, Tamamori on his knees before him, is a bit of an overload.

By the time they reach his station, walking is a bit awkward.

"We're taking a taxi," Miyata tells Tamamori, and Tamamori agrees.

"But you're not making out with me in the back seat. I'm way too tall to pass for a girl anymore." He smugly smiles down just that little bit at Miyata. Miyata scowls.

They keep their hands to themselves the entire ride, saying nothing, and Miyata stares out the window, trying to think of anything but how easy it would be to just turn around and yank Tamamori over to himself, to crawl across and press him up against the window...

Miyata is proud of himself for making it past his siblings in the living room and all the way to his room without incident (other than his sister giving him a knowing look, but he ignores it). But his restraint can only hold for so long, and the second the door is closed, he has Tamamori up against it, his mouth already opening under Miyata's. They're way too turned on to take it slow. Miyata shoves his tongue in Tamamori's mouth, imagines that he can still taste Kitayama somewhere underneath the vague udon taste of dinner, and does his best to erase it.

Miyata leans in close enough to smack his knee on Tamamori's bag, and Tamamori shoves him away long enough to shrug it off. He gets his hands on Miyata's shoulders, and Miyata lets himself be pushed down onto his bed. Tamamori doesn't need any encouragement to follow, but Miyata tugs on him anyway, collapsing Tamamori into himself and they go right back to where they were.

Tamamori is already groaning into his mouth as Miyata gets his hands between them to fumble with the buttons on Tamamori's jeans. He switches to gasping Miyata's name when Miyata gets them both in one hand, their pants shoved down to mid-thigh, their jackets and shirts pushed up out of the way, and it's been a while since they've done this, since they've come without even managing to get their clothes off. Miyata actually lets go first, Tamamori already on his second orgasm of the night, but Tamamori doesn't take much longer. He cries out softly as Miyata's come-slick hand guides him through it, and then relaxes, sliding down to flop against Miyata's side.

"Mmm," Tamamori says, sounding satisfied, and Miyata echoes him. They don't say much more, don't really need to, a comfortable silence between them as they listen to each other breathe. Eventually Miyata nudges Tamamori with his shoulder, because the drying come is getting a bit uncomfortable and they're not asleep to ignore it. Besides, Miyata has plans.

"Up," he says, and Tamamori shifts enough that Miyata can sit up. He reaches for the tissues near his bed and drops one on Tamamori's head. "Here."

Tamamori grabs at the tissue with his clean hand and makes a face. "Gee, thanks."

Miyata responds by sticking out his tongue. "You can have a bath in a bit," he says. "After me."

"Eh?"

"There's something I want to try," Miyata explains. "So let me go first and then I can get ready while you have your bath."

Tamamori eyes him suspiciously. "What exactly are you planning?"

"Can't tell~" Miyata laughs. "But I promise you'll like it?"

As he expected, Tamamori doesn't take much convincing. He doesn't look thrilled about it, but he doesn't complain as Miyata properly hangs their jackets in the closet and tosses his clothes into the hamper.

His brother is in his room as Miyata passes the open door, a towel slung around his waist as he heads for the bathroom. "Hey," his brother calls, and he backtracks a step to poke his head into the room. "You're not going to eat dinner, are you?" his brother says, and it's not really a question.

"Nah," Miyata answers, and tries his best to look nonchalant. "We had a long day and grabbed some udon after work, so we're just going to get to bed early."

His brother gives him the same look as Tamamori had, and Miyata wonders if he should feel insulted that no one ever believes him. But then he remembers why they shouldn't, and scuttles off to the bathroom before his reddening cheeks can give him away any more obviously.

~~~~~~~~~~

Tamamori nearly falls asleep while he waits, and he's only half-conscious when Miyata returns and nudges him up.

The hot water in the bath doesn't help any. Tamamori wakes from a light doze a while later choking on a mouthful of water, having slid too far down into the tub, and he's grateful that no one is around to witness his embarrassment. He takes it, along with the cool water, as a sign that he should get out, and pulls himself from the water to rinse off.

When he returns to Miyata's room, his boyfriend glances up from the book he's reading with a knowing look. "Fall asleep much?"

Tamamori sticks his tongue out and yanks his towel off to throw at Miyata's head, and he knows he's ruining the effect when he follows it, crawling onto Miyata's bed wearing nothing at all.

Miyata puts the book aside and drops the towel to the floor, pulling off his own to make a little pile.

"You locked the door, right?" he says, and pushes Tamamori over onto his back. Tamamori hums in confirmation and settles against Miyata's pillow.

"So what have you got in mind for tonight?" he asks, but Miyata ignores him, sliding up next to him and leaning over for a kiss. Tamamori doesn't mind. He rests a hand on Miyata's shoulder and relaxes beneath his touch.

Miyata goes slow and Tamamori doesn't push him; they've both gotten off at least once tonight and it's still rather early. Tamamori likes being able to take their time. He likes the soft press of Miyata's lips against his, and the way Miyata's fingertips play against his temple, brushing lightly across his skin. It's comforting, and if he weren't already fully awake again, Tamamori would be glad to drift off to sleep like this, feeling safe and warm and loved. As it is, he can feel all the tension from the day bleeding from him, and even moreso than in the bath, Tamamori feels like a happy little puddle. He expends just enough energy to kiss Miyata back, and thinks he'd be perfectly fine with doing this forever.

He feels even nicer when Miyata's hands start to wander. He doesn't seem to be moving with any sort of purpose, just stroking softly along Tamamori's side, over his arm, across his hip. Tamamori gives a quiet noise of contentment against Miyata's mouth and Miyata echoes it.

Even though Miyata seems to be avoiding any sensitive spots, Tamamori can feel himself growing warmer. It's not a rush of heat like it often is, but a slow build that becomes noticeable when he shifts slightly, Miyata's sheets feeling pleasantly cool against his skin. He shifts further, and Miyata's fingers skim the spot on his side that make him gasp and jerk a bit. He can feel Miyata smile against him. Miyata probably hadn't meant to do it, to touch him quite like that, but Tamamori runs his fingers down Miyata's spine in retaliation anyway. Miyata arches closer to him, then pulls back a bit.

"Hey." But he's still smiling, and Tamamori can't help but smile back.

When Miyata kisses him again, it's a bit more purposeful- still sensual and slow, but he adds just enough tongue to make the familiar heat flare through Tamamori's body. It's good, like always, and Tamamori feels himself grow a bit more interested. He's not hard yet, but he will be soon if Miyata keeps this up.

Miyata doesn't, though. He pulls away again, ignoring Tamamori's questioning hmm? in favor of leaning over the side of the bed. Tamamori cranes his neck to see, and isn't more than vaguely surprised when Miyata sits up with a length of silk in his hand, the end of it trailing over the edge of the mattress.

"I thought we talked about this." Tamamori gives him a wry smile.

Miyata shakes his head. "I know, but I figured it out. See?" He plays with the fabric for a moment, and it turns out to be a looped scarf. Miyata sticks his hand through it and rotates his wrist a few times, the fabric twisting together and creating a tight circle around his wrist. Miyata tugs to demonstrate. "No knots!"

Miyata sounds proud, but Tamamori is a bit skeptical. He pushes himself up to his elbows to peer over the side of the bed. The end of the loop is lodged securely under the base of Miyata's bed. Tamamori eyes it for a moment, then looks back at Miyata.

"Well?" Miyata prompts, and Tamamori has to admit it's kind of brilliant. The lack of a headboard on his bed means the only way to use the scarves Miyata's been wanting to try would be to tie Tamamori's hands together. It's not really a trust issue for Tamamori, it's just that neither of them have much faith in their ability to untie him afterward. But this setup means that Tamamori just has to rotate his wrists a few times and the loops will either tighten or loosen as necessary. Tight enough to hold him securely, but easy to get out of in a hurry, if necessary.

"I suppose there's a matching one on the other side?" Tamamori asks, and Miyata nods. "Well... okay, then."

Miyata's grin is blinding, and Tamamori has to work hard to keep himself from returning it. He lets Miyata slide the first loop over his hand, then voluntarily twists his wrist to see how it feels. The scarf tightens to the point where if he pulls on it, his hand won't slip free, but it's not uncomfortable at all. Miyata clambers over him to get the other piece, and when they're done, Tamamori's hands aren't so much above his head as out to his sides, but the effect is about the same. The scarves are long enough to allow him some movement, but he can only bend his elbows about halfway before he's stopped by his bonds. It means that he can move enough to maintain circulation and keep comfortable, but he can't touch Miyata or himself.

Miyata sits back and looks at him. "Is it alright?" he asks. Tamamori thinks about it seriously for a moment. He rotates one hand twice, knows the loop is loose enough to slide free, then twists it back, feeling more confident.

"Yeah, it's fine." He gives Miyata a reassuring smile.

When Miyata leans down to kiss him again, he does nothing specifically different than before, but Tamamori feels a thrill run through him. Miyata must be able to feel it, too, somehow, because he mutters a good? against Tamamori's lips.

"Yeah," Tamamori mumbles back, and opens his mouth in invitation.

Miyata has him panting slightly in just a few minutes, already a bit frustrated by his inability to use his hands.

"Toshiya," he whines, but softly, as they still have to be quiet. Miyata's family has probably finished eating dinner, but they're most definitely not asleep yet, and even if they were, Tamamori wouldn't want to risk it. He and Miyata are used to being quiet, and they're good at it, but now Tamamori has an added restraint.

Miyata looks satisfied. "I like you like this," he says, and sits back to stare.

And stare more. Tamamori squirms. "Stop that."

"You like it." Miyata laughs and reaches out to run a hand across Tamamori from one wrist to the other. Tamamori can't help arching into his touch as Miyata passes across the hollow of his throat. Miyata takes the hint and brings his hand back to slide along Tamamori's neck, trailing fingers from the base to his ear, then up under his chin and back down. He repeats the process on the other side as Tamamori tilts his head for easier access.

Miyata continues in that vein, passing his hands across Tamamori's chest and along his sides, back up to his shoulders. His touch is firm and sure, not hard enough to be a massage, but enough for Tamamori to feel the warmth seeping into his already flushed skin. He closes his eyes against the heat of it, clenching his fists when a new flare brings a shock of arousal that makes him gasp.

"I'd like it more if you'd stop teasing," Tamamori says eventually, long enough that Miyata may have forgotten what he's responding to, but it doesn't matter.

"But that's the whole point of tying you up," Miyata argues, skimming his hands lower across Tamamori's stomach. "So that I can tease you as much as I want." He reaches up again and rubs at Tamamori's nipple with one finger and Tamamori chokes back a soft cry. "Think you could come just from this?" Miyata asks.

Tamamori tries to glare at him. "I'm not that easy."

Miyata hums noncommittedly and leans down to replace his finger with his mouth. Tamamori jerks beneath him, pulling at the scarves and hoping that he's right about his estimations on his own sensitivity. When Miyata pulls away and leans over the edge of the bed again, Tamamori isn't sure he's ready for more surprises.

The bottle of lubrication is expected, but the black leather cock ring isn't.

"Where'd you get that?" Tamamori demands, eyes narrow.

"Swiped it from your room the other day," Miyata answers, and looks all too cheerful about his success. Tamamori doesn't use it on his own, so it's not like he'd have noticed it's absence, but he lets Miyata think what he wants.

"Hmph," he tries to say, but it turns into a moan when Miyata rubs some of the lube around the base of his half-hardened cock. Miyata hasn't touched him anywhere even close until now and it feels so good. He lets his head sink into the pillow with a relieved sigh as Miyata gets to work, making sure there's enough solution to prevent chaffing and getting the ring snapped into position around Tamamori's cock and balls. He wipes his hand off on one of their discarded towels first, and then goes back to exploring Tamamori's body.

This time, Miyata's using his mouth in addition to his hands. He licks at Tamamori's nipple, sucks on it, and moves to the other as Tamamori whines. He wraps his hand around Tamamori's cock as he moves lower, but it's so gentle that it's nothing but torture. Tamamori pushes up into his hand, but he can't grab his hair and shove him down like he wants to.

"Toshiya, please," he says, softly, but urgent nonetheless. Miyata looks up and winks, then goes back to mouthing around Tamamori's navel, although he does give him a small squeeze and work him more firmly. Tamamori is fully hard against Miyata's hip when Miyata moves back up to kiss him again.

He finds that he can't keep from whimpering slightly into Miyata's mouth as he pushes up against him, rubbing himself against Miyata's body as best as he can. But Miyata's keeping his distance, not pressing himself along the length of Tamamori's body like usual. It makes Tamamori hyper-aware of everywhere he does touch him. Same as before, Miyata slides his fingers along Tamamori's sides, along his neck, his shoulders, arms, legs, everywhere but where Tamamori really wants.

Miyata moves to sit between Tamamori's knees, pulling one of Tamamori's legs up to rest on his shoulder. He presses a kiss to the side of Tamamori's calf as he skims his fingers up the inside of his leg. Tamamori's breath hitches as Miyata's fingers brush the crease of his leg, fingers just missing the leather ring tight around him. When Miyata's fingers pull away, Tamamori looks up to find Miyata staring again.

"Why do you have such a perfect body?" Miyata says, his voice full of wonder. Tamamori feels himself growing even hotter and wonders if he'll ever not be embarrassed by some of the things Miyata says.

"I don't know," Tamamori says, plaintively. "Why do you ask things like that?" He attempts to pull his leg free from Miyata's grasp and doesn't succeed. "Miyacchi..."

Miyata just grins at him. "I'm not letting go, you know. I'm never letting you go."

It's ridiculously sweet and kind of hot all at the same time, and Tamamori isn't sure whether his soft oh is a response to Miyata's words or his touch, lips pressed firmly to the side of Tamamori's knee. Miyata continues that way, moving slowly up the inside of Tamamori's leg in small kisses and nips, and Tamamori can't keep himself from tensing in anticipation. He's halfway up Tamamori's thigh when he switches to the other leg, starting all the way down at the ankle. Tamamori gives a quiet cry of frustration.

"Not fair."

"Who said I had to be fair?"

Miyata pushes Tamamori's leg up so that he can get at the back of his knee, this time kissing his way up the back of Tamamori's thigh. When he's high enough that he can, Tamamori hooks his leg over Miyata's shoulder and tugs. He wraps his other leg around Miyata's back to assure that he can't slip away.

"Come on," he says, and lifts his hips to make himself clear.

Miyata laughs. "Alright, alright." He grabs hold of Tamamori's hips and slips through the circle of Tamamori's legs just enough to get comfortable, helpfully rearranging Tamamori's limbs over his shoulders, before lowering his head. He waits until Tamamori makes eye contact before flicking his tongue just over the head of Tamamori's cock.

He'd been expecting it, but Tamamori can't keep his hips from snapping up, searching for more. Miyata presses him back down, holding him firmly as he tongues his cock again. Tamamori whimpers. He can't not move, can't keep himself from wanting more and more, and Miyata fingers are so tight against his hips that they'll probably leave bruises - Tamamori doesn't care.

Miyata keeps on like that, one tiny lick after another until Tamamori is sure that he's licking away the precome that's gathering on his tip. Tamamori says nothing. He does his best to keep quiet and relax, to not let Miyata know how much he's getting to him, but it's torture. He's pretty sure his trembling is giving him away despite his efforts. He lets himself, tries to convince himself that it's okay like this, that he can enjoy the small pleasure it brings and ignore his desperation for a while longer.

Tamamori has almost managed to lull himself into a sort of meditative state, breathing slowing a bit, his body convinced that the tip of his cock is the best place for Miyata's tongue, when Miyata moves. He trails his tongue down further, pressing along the underside of Tamamori's cock, and it unravels any sense of peace Tamamori may have found. Tamamori jumps in surprise, half a cry escaping before he can suppress it. Tamamori is still in control, but he's not sure how much longer that will be true. He does his best not to sound like he's begging.

"M-Miyacchi."

Miyata looks up at him. "Hmm?"

"I don't s-suppose you'd like to move it along a bit, huh?" Tamamori's proud of how relatively steady his voice is, despite the trembles shaking the rest of his body.

"Not really, no," Miyata replies cheerfully, and Tamamori holds back a groan. He switches tactics.

"Ne, Miyacchi. You know that I love you, right?"

Miyata grins. "Is that right?" He licks a long swipe up Tamamori's cock in response, and that's something, at least. "You want to talk, Yuta?"

Tamamori wonders if that will get him anywhere. "...if you'd like."

"Then tell me how it feels." Miyata licks him again. "You're good at describing these things," he adds, and Tamamori wonders if this is somehow punishment for the train. Or maybe for messing around with Kitayama in the first place. Right, then.

"It feels amazing," he starts. "Really, really good. You're-" he pauses to gasp as Miyata sucks on his tip and then tries again. "You're better than Kitayama."

Miyata is so predictable that he wants to laugh, but it feels way too good when Miyata opens his mouth to take in the head of Tamamori's cock. His laugh comes out more like a relieved sob. He does his best to keep talking, telling Miyata exactly how and why he's better, why Tamamori would never give him up. Miyata responds by taking him in more and more, but he's moving too slowly, and it's doing nothing more than driving Tamamori out of his mind. He doesn't know exactly what he's accomplishing then, because he's just increasing his own frustration.

Everything he tells Miyata is true, and reminding himself isn't helping. Kitayama has never fucked him, but Tamamori knows from experience that he's not quite what Miyata is, that even if Kitayama's really good, he probably just wouldn't feel the same inside as Miyata does. It just serves to make him focus on the idea, and hell, he doesn't know what Miyata's feeling, but he wants Miyata inside him now.

Miyata pulls away with a satisfied smile, and Tamamori gives up, writhing under his gaze in an attempt to get some relief. He can't touch himself at all, and Miyata's not doing it for him.

"Toshiyaaaa." He's so hard it hurts. He gives a small sigh when Miyata grabs his knees and pushes his legs apart, completely ready, but then Miyata leans down to lick at his nipple instead, and Tamamori thrashes beneath him. It's still good, electrifying almost, the shock that travels through him. Tamamori tugs at the scarves hold him and arches, pleading. Miyata sucks on his other nipple, flicking it with his tongue, and fuck. He's overly sensitive now, the brush of Miyata's mouth on his skin sending waves of arousal straight to his groin. He tries to get his legs around Miyata again to pull him close, but Miyata stops him, forces his knees wide so that Tamamori has no hope of getting anything near his lower half.

Tamamori whines, long and high, and feels desperate tears welling up in his eyes. Miyata never teases like this, not for so long, and Tamamori thinks he'll die if Miyata doesn't get inside him now. He wants to feel Miyata right there, right where he needs him.

Miyata notices the tears and reaches up to wipe them away. "Aww, are you crying?"

"Yes," Tamamori grits out. "So fuck me already."

Miyata looks a bit concerned. "But I haven't even-"

"I don't care." Tamamori squeezes his eyes tight against more tears and tries not to hyperventilate. God, how can Miyata make him want this so badly?

"Are you sure?" Miyata asks, and Tamamori can hear the small snap as Miyata flips the cap on the lube shut, but doesn't open his eyes to look.

"Now," is Tamamori's only response, and he's grateful to feel the cool wetness of Miyata's fingers spreading across his opening, followed by the press of his cock.

"Alright," Miyata says, "but tell me if it hurts."

Tamamori ignores him. "Now now now." He reinforces his demand by wrapping his legs around Miyata's waist and this time, Miyata doesn't stop him when he pulls.

The pressure is more than he expects, steals his breath away. But Tamamori doesn't stop, tightening his legs around Miyata and rocking his hips up against him. He doesn't have the air to say the words, but mouths them anyway. Moremorem- There's an implosion inside of him as Miyata hits just the right spot, a fiery wave that rushes in from his fingers and toes and condenses for a split second before exploding outwards again, and then he's coming, spasming harshly as his bonds hold him back from curling in on himself. His breath rushes back a second later on a gasp and he lets it out with a cry, still fairly quiet despite everything, and as he comes back to himself, Tamamori is grateful that that part is so ingrained that he doesn't have to think about it.

Because he's having a hard time thinking about anything. The shock of orgasm is fading a bit, but slower than usual, and it takes Tamamori a second to realize why he can't seem to breathe properly. Everything seems like it's shimmering around him, and Miyata's still inside him, stretching him wide and-

"Ah," he manages. "Sorry."

Miyata is looking at him with a mixture of concern and surprise. "You-. Are-. I mean-" he scrabbles between them and Tamamori moans as his fingers brush his cock. "I'm taking this off," Miyata says, and unsnaps the cock ring. Tamamori is caught unawares by a tingling rush through his cock and he's not sure what it is. He's never come with the ring on before and it feels different to take it off after. The sensations are overwhelming, and Tamamori closes his eyes, but he has to open them again to confirm that he's half hard. Everything feels good all at once, and he's not sure if it's his cock or his ass, Miyata deep inside him, or something else. Even the sheets feel like they're caressing his skin when he moves. He can't tell where he's feeling what, just that all movement sends shivers through him and he moans again, heedless to Miyata's questions.

Except for one.

"...can I move?" Miyata's voice sounds tight, and oh. Tamamori remembers that Miyata hasn't actually moved at all yet.

He tries to nod his head, but ends up kind of lolling to the left a bit, still a bit disconnected from his motor abilities, and smiles instead. "Yeah, and don't stop."

Tamamori is relaxed enough after his orgasm that Miyata can move, but he still feels more pressure than normal and recalls that he hadn't been prepared at all. It's almost uncomfortable, but before he can decide if it hurts or not, Miyata thrusts into him in a long, smooth slide that feels so good that Tamamori stops thinking at all.

Miyata goes slow at first to let him stretch out some more, but Tamamori's not sure if he really needs it. His glow hasn't really faded at all, and instead is starting to intensify. Each thrust forces a soft cry from him that he can't hold back, and when Miyata leans down closer, Tamamori groans. Miyata's hands are splayed out along his sides; Tamamori can feel each subtle shift they make. The sounds Miyata is making are soft, but clear, sucked in gasps of air and quiet moans to match Tamamori's, and Tamamori can smell him, too, familar as ever.

It suddenly hits Tamamori again just how much he loves Miyata, and he surprises himself when a tear slides down into the hair by his temple. Everything is too much. Sight, sound, smell, touch... all his senses are being assaulted at once. It's familiar and new and altogether overwhelming. He tries to hold his breath for a moment, but Miyata pushes hard against him and it comes out on a sob. Miyata pauses.

"Crying again?" He reaches to brush away the tears that Tamamori can't. Tamamori shakes his head.

"Forget them," he whispers, shuddering. "Don't stop. Just don't stop."

Miyata watches him for another moment, and then gives in, thrusting faster and harder and Tamamori doesn't even try to hold back. He lets himself cry, emotion and sensation washing over him, shaky sobs mixing in with his cries for more and he doesn't care. Everything spirals up and up and up, and then Miyata's hand is gone from his side, back on his cock and pulling everything together in one intense moment...

Tamamori peels his eyes open at the soft touch to his cheek. Miyata is leaning over him, smiling gently. Tamamori wants to say something, he's not sure what, but nothing more than a hum really comes out anyway. He's too exhausted to move.

Miyata seems to understand. "It's okay," he says, moving over to the side and twisting Tamamori's hand for him to slide the restraining fabric free. "You just rest." He moves to the other side to repeat the process.

Tamamori doesn't move his arms even when they're free. Everything seems perfect just like this and he could happily never move again. He lets his eyes fall shut again and feels a silly smile spread across his face. Miyata shifts close enough to lie down next to him, his head resting on Tamamori's shoulder. After a minute, Tamamori gathers up his energy to curl his arm in around Miyata and turns his head, letting his forehead rest against Miyata's.

"Ne, Miyacchi."

"Hmm?"

"Nobody could ever replace you," Tamamori says.

"Hmm."

Tamamori takes a deep breath to clear his head. He wants to make sense. "Nobody, nobody makes me feel like you do. I could never be like this with anyone else."

"See, that's why I don't mind Kitayama." Miyata mumbles, and Tamamori feels a bit chagrined.

"Because it's not like this with other people?" he asks.

"No, because you say things like that."

Tamamori gives him a look that says he's ridiculous, but that Tamamori loves him anyway.

"And that," Miyata adds. "I'd go to the ends of the earth just to see you look at me like you are right now."

"You're ridiculous." Tamamori decides to just say exactly what he feels, even if Miyata clearly understands. He thinks it's important. "But I love you anyway."

"I know that," Miyata answers, and presses a soft kiss to Tamamori's lips. "And that's all that matters."

PS - Comments are appreciated. I'd like to know who's reading. Just say hi. :)

PPS - Can we consider this a realllly late Tama birthday fic? *fails*

Sorry, Senga...

Take Care (Tamamori/Miyata/Akito/Junta, NC-17)

Tue, 24 Mar 2009 14:21:38 GMT

Title: Take Care
Pairing: Tamamori/Miyata/Akito/Junta
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 for some of the things often found in porn. :P And because Akito likes it.
AN: Written on request for sourangel. Last year she wanted B.A.D. and Taipi. This year it was B.A.D. with TamaMiya. Stop making me write orgies, woman.
And because she wanted Akito bukkake for her birthday... Happy Birthday!
Thanks to the prolific senpai for the beta, as usual.

Take Care

Miyata has been worried since Tamamori's role in the Gokusen series was announced. He likes Junta and Akito well enough from the time he's spent with them, but by now everyone's heard about the events of last year; Fujigaya has a big mouth. Miyata knows his boyfriend messes around with other people and he doesn't mind (much), but somehow Miyata thinks it would be different if it weren't another member of their group. The idea that Tamamori might take a liking to the members of B.A.D. grates on Miyata's nerves. The fact that filming takes up a lot of Tamamori's time and Miyata hardly sees him recently only adds to his concern.

So Miyata feels a bit relieved when Tamamori calls to invite him along to hang out at Akito and Junta's hotel.

"I won't go if you don't want to," Tamamori says over the phone. Not if you don't want ME to, but if you don't want to. Miyata feels much better knowing that if Tamamori can't spend time with him and B.A.D. together, Miyata gets priority. It makes him much more agreeable, and that's how he finds himself in Junta and Akito's hotel room with the three cast members.

Miyata raises his eyebrow at the one large bed in the room.

"Our manager is really nice," Akito explains with a grin. Miyata jealously wonders how the hell they got so lucky, but Tamamori distracts him with a kiss.

"I missed you," Tamamori whispers against his lips. "I haven't seen you for four days and we've barely even spoken."

Miyata feels warm all over. If Tamamori keeps saying things like this, Miyata will do anything he wants.

"I thought you'd be too busy to think about me," Miyata teases.

"I always think about you," Tamamori insists, and he looks serious. Anything he wants, Miyata thinks, and he pulls Tamamori into his arms.

He forgets that Junta and Akito are even there, too preoccupied with Tamamori's mouth to pay much attention to anything else. The slide of Tamamori's lips against his own is familiar and warm, and he loses himself to the feeling, comfortable and content. As Tamamori had mentioned, Miyata hasn't seen him for days, and so he takes his time, enjoys being able to touch Tamamori again, to have the time and the space to do as he wishes. They're in no hurry.

They're going slow enough that when Tamamori jerks a bit in Miyata's arms and gasps, it catches Miyata by surprise. He opens his eyes to find Junta staring back at him over Tamamori's shoulder, his mouth pressed to Tamamori's neck, and remembers that they're not alone. He's not quite as surprised then when Akito presses himself against Miyata's back. He lets himself be pulled away from his boyfriend, Akito tugging up his shirt, as Junta does the same for Tamamori.

"That's not how this works," Junta admonishes with a laugh, reaching for Tamamori's belt. "You have to share."

It quickly becomes apparent that despite his quieter personality, Junta isn't shy; he knows his way around an orgy. "Anything I should know?" he asks, as he yanks the covers off the bed and pushes a naked Tamamori onto it, maneuvering them so that there's space for four. Miyata considers this.

"Well," he says, biting back a grin. "Tama-chan's pretty easy." He ignores Tamamori's insulted glare. "You might want to get him off first if you're planning on any kind of coordination."

"Okay then," Junta answers, and drapes himself neatly along Tamamori's side.

"Wait, I want to play, too," Akito says, and scrambles away from Miyata to flop down opposite Junta. Miyata lets him go and crawls up to sit on the pillows.

"Ne, Yuta, lift your head a bit," he says, and slides closer when Tamamori does. Tamamori's hair tickles his legs where his head rests in Miyata's lap, and Miyata runs his fingers through it, drawing a small mmm from his boyfriend. Akito and Junta take to exploring Tamamori properly, running their hands over every centimeter of skin and making Tamamori shiver when they find any interesting spots.

"New kouhai are fun," Akito comments, and Miyata watches with amusement as he and Junta treat Tamamori like a game, touching and tasting to see what kinds of reactions they can get out of him. Junta licks at Tamamori's nipple and, when Tamamori jumps, gives Akito a look that has him latching on to the other one. Tamamori immediately goes for their heads, but Miyata grabs his hands before he can get his fingers in their hair.

"Miyacchiii," Tamamori whines.

"Oh, don't complain," Miyata says, lacing their fingers together and pressing their hands into the mattress next to his knees as Tamamori arches against Junta and Akito's mouths. "You like it."

"...yeah," Tamamori admits, but he whines again when Junta and Akito lean in closer, licking at each other's lips instead of Tamamori's chest.

It's been a few months since Miyata has seen anyone else kissing quite like that. Of course, he does it often enough, but he's reminded again how hot it can be just to watch, staring as he catches little flashes of tongue. Tamamori must be able to feel his growing interest, since he suddenly stops squirming to give a wicked grin, and then presses his head firmly into Miyata's lap. Miyata can't stop the small groan that escapes, and B.A.D. pause to look up at him.

Akito smirks before leaning back down to give Tamamori more attention, and Junta slides away and down, trailing his fingers down Tamamori's long, long legs.

"Look at these things," Junta says, and lifts one of Tamamori's legs a bit, running a hand back up the inside from ankle to thigh to illustrate his point. Miyata can't agree more. Tamamori throws his head back again in embarrassment, and Miyata bites his lip.

"Mmm, nice." Akito pulls back long enough to comment, then switches his attention to Tamamori's shoulder, working his way in towards Tamamori's neck and Miyata just waits for it. Tamamori has this weird sensitive spot, not in the hollow of his throat, not on the side of his neck, but this random little point somewhere in between. Miyata knows exactly when Akito finds it, because Tamamori's entire body jerks against them all. Akito exploits it well, using his tongue to pull pleased-sounding gasps from Tamamori's throat, and Miyata and Junta are forced to hold Tamamori down as he writhes under the attention.

Miyata watches as Akito moves up to Tamamori's mouth. It's different than watching him kiss Junta. Tamamori and Akito don't know each other that well, not like this, and it's a bit awkward as they figure things out, but just as hot. With his hands trapped beneath Miyata's, Tamamori can't do anything to control it, and Miyata is surprised to find he likes it that way.

Even though he's always on top, Miyata's a bit M, or maybe more than a bit, and he knows it. He enjoys it when Tamamori is demanding and tells him exactly what he wants, or maybe just when he talks dirty to him, but it's strangely fascinating to watch as Junta and Akito make Tamamori thrash.

Tamamori is taller than all of them, but he looks delicate and beautiful stretched out like that, releasing small cries into Akito's mouth as Junta gets Tamamori's legs up over his shoulders. Miyata tells him as much.

"You look gorgeous like that, Yuta," he says, "all helpless and wanting..."

Tamamori whimpers and he takes that as a good sign.

Junta kisses Tamamori's hip and moves lower, and Miyata's eyes widen as he realizes where Junta is headed. He's a bit surprised, but not as much as Tamamori, who rips his mouth from Akito's with a loud cry. Akito looks over his shoulder to see why, then turns back to grin at Miyata's stunned expression.

"First time?" he asks, and Miyata can't tear his eyes away as he answers.

"Um. Yeah." He clears his throat, tight with a sudden rush of lust. "We just... haven't, I guess." He stares as Junta licks at Tamamori again, and though Miyata can't see very clearly, he can certainly fill in any gaps with his imagination. He knows exactly what Tamamori feels like, and just thinking about running his tongue over such sensitive skin...

"Come here," Akito says, and when Miyata has difficulty following instructions, forcibly pulls his hands from Tamamori's and tugs Miyata to the side. Tamamori switches to clutching at a pillow instead.

"How long is that going to take him?" Akito asks, nodding at the other two.

Miyata just keeps staring. "Um," he says dumbly. "Um. I don't know. I mean, I've never..." he manages to look away from where Junta's tongue is disappearing inside of Tamamori and studies Tamamori's face for a moment. "Maybe not so long."

"Then help me out a bit." Akito pushes Miyata out of the way so that he can lie down, then hands Miyata a dildo from beneath a pillow. "You can use this."

Miyata realizes that he and Tamamori still have a lot to learn.

"This won't...?"

"Nah, I'm good for a while," Akito says. "You can get me ready this way and last longer for later yourself." he adds, and Miyata understands exactly why they might do things this way. Fujigaya clearly isn't the only one B.A.D. has played with; they both seem quite familiar with organizing group activities.

Miyata works a slick finger into Akito, but he does it by feel. He's certainly not watching, too fascinated with what's going on right next to him now. From his position near Akito's feet, he can see a lot better, everything perfectly clear as Junta licks his way into Tamamori's hole, Tamamori's legs trembling where they rest on Junta's shoulders.

"I-isn't that, um, k-kind of..." Miyata doesn't even know what he's asking, but Junta mumbles something that sounds like a negative, and Tamamori cries out and shakes against him.

"He's really close," Miyata warns, and Junta pulls his mouth away.

"How much recovery time does he need?" he asks Miyata.

"N-not much."

"Okay." Junta sits up a bit, lets Tamamori's legs slide down his arms to rest on either side of him, places his hands on Tamamori's knees. "You okay there, Tama-chan?"

Tamamori gulps in a deep breath and doesn't open his eyes. An airy-sounding nnngh is his only answer. Junta turns to Miyata. "Well, come on. Catch up!"

Miyata almost laughs as Tamamori gives a frustrated moan and twists his hands further into the pillow. Instead, he turns his attention back to Akito, who's been waiting patiently. Junta watches until Miyata is able to replace his fingers with the dildo, sliding it into Akito as deep as it will go. "Mmm, a bit more," Akito says, fairly calm, and Miyata wonders how he's still so coherent. Tamamori would be long gone by this point, although at the moment Tamamori is actually more coherent than he was, calming down just enough to be extremely annoyed about his situation.

"Come on," he says for probably the fifth time, knocking his knee against Junta and struggling against Akito and Junta's grips where they've each grabbed a hand to keep him from touching himself.

"It's all about timing," Junta explains, and Miyata's cock throbs in sympathy as he watches Tamamori beg. "Akito?"

"'m ready," Akito says, pushing back against the rhythm Miyata has going. It's nothing too fast or hard, just enough to keep Akito wanting more, but Akito doesn't ask for it.

"Okay. Just keep going like that," Junta directs, and Miyata watches as he uses the hand not holding Tamamori's with to position Tamamori's legs as he slides down again. He leans in, then pauses, ignoring Tamamori's desperate whine.

"I don't need to touch him, right?" he asks Miyata. Miyata shakes his head.

"Better for later if you don't."

Junta tongues Tamamori again, just a few little flicks against his opening, and Tamamori swears. "Fuck, please, please. Just do it."

It takes another thirty seconds to get Tamamori back to the edge. Miyata matches his thrusts into Akito with the rhythm of Junta's tongue sliding in and out of Tamamori fast and wet. Junta closes his mouth around Tamamori and sucks as he works in deeper. Miyata aches watching him, imagines doing that himself and knows that he'll have to in the future, needs to experience Tamamori clenching tight around his tongue as he pulls his orgasm from him. For now, he has to be content to watch Tamamori spasm, crying out loud enough to make Miyata cringe and hope the hotel walls are a lot thicker than the ones in Tamamori's room at home.

Junta sits back as Tamamori sucks in lungfuls of air, still shaking. He swipes a finger through a streak of come on Tamamori's stomach and brings it to his lips. "Mmm."

"Hey," Akito says, and Junta looks over at him.

"You want a taste?" Junta asks, raising an eyebrow. "'Cause I'm sure you'll get plenty later."

The two share a secretive smile that Miyata doesn't understand, and Junta crawls over into Akito's outstretched arms for a kiss.

They've all kind of forgotten what Miyata was supposed to be doing, Miyata included. Akito shifts a bit as the dildo slips free. "Ah-"

"Sorry," Miyata says hurriedly, but Junta stops him from picking it up with a hand on his wrist.

"It's fine. We don't need it anymore." Junta moves it to rest on a tissue on the nightstand. He hands Miyata a condom instead. "Help him out with that?" He gives Akito's cock one good stroke to make his meaning clear.

Miyata complies, a bit confused. "But who's...?"

Junta looks over at Tamamori, who seems to be passed out next to them. Miyata knows better, though, since Tamamori never falls asleep on him like that. "He will be okay, right?"

Miyata can't help but grin, probably a bit stupidly. Tamamori is funny like that. "Yeah. He's just basking," Miyata says, and reaches over to nudge Tamamori's leg. "Come on, Yuta, get up."

Tamamori cracks open an eye and looks at them, a brilliantly sated smile on his face. "Meh, don't wanna move."

"It gets even better if you do." Miyata finishes rolling the condom onto Akito's cock and moves over to Tamamori, Junta taking his place between Akito's legs.

"Up you get," Miyata says, and forcibly hauls Tamamori into a sitting position.

Tamamori drapes his arms over Miyata and leans in close. "Hey," he breathes, and noses at the spot just below Miyata's ear. "You'll do that for me sometime, right?"

Miyata tries not to blush and fails, can't help envisioning it. "Yeah. Yeah, I will."

"Cute, but let's go," Junta interrupts, and when Miyata looks, he's already buried deep inside Akito and Miyata wonders how he missed that.

"Hey, Tama-chan," Akito calls, and reaches for him. "You'll ride me, won't you?"

Akito still looks so happy and, Miyata thinks, almost innocent. He can't understand how someone can be cheerful during sex, but Akito manages, even as he wriggles himself further onto Junta's cock.

Tamamori allows the three of them to position him as they like, and Miyata loves the look on his face as he sinks down slowly onto Akito. When he's settled, Tamamori leans back against Junta's chest and Junta wraps an arm around him from behind. Miyata observes for a moment, marveling at the coordination, before he realizes that he doesn't know how to fit into the puzzle himself.

"So, um," he starts, and Akito grabs his elbow.

"Up here, Miyacchi," he directs, and helps Miyata to kneel over him.

"Are you sure this is okay?" Miyata asks, just to check. Akito only answers by licking the tip of Miyata's cock where it hangs in his face, and Miyata surprises himself with a groan. He hasn't been touched all evening and that fact suddenly makes itself very apparent. He pulls away for a moment and it takes a lot of effort not to lose it right then. When Junta chuckles, he opens his eyes to glare at him. Junta grins and shifts forward, making Akito and Tamamori both cry out.

"You can if you want to," Junta says. "Akito likes it when you come on his face." He shifts again.

Miyata chokes on air. "W-what?" He's not new to the concept, but while it's hot to do, he's never really thought anyone enjoyed being on the receiving end, any more than mere toleration or apathy at best. Senga certainly didn't. But Akito apparently does.

"I do," he insists when he can, in between thrusts that have him swallowing back cries of pleasure.

Miyata watches them move until he feels a little more under control. When he's sure he won't come at the first touch, he lowers himself down, wary, but too turned on to care otherwise when both Junta and Akito say it's fine. He leans forward to pull Tamamori toward himself, gets his mouth on his boyfriend's enough to hush the soft noises he's making. Junta slides his hand down to wrap around Tamamori's cock and Tamamori bites down on Miyata's tongue as he groans. It hurts a bit, and Miyata jerks in surprise, his cock going further down Akito's throat that he'd intended, but Akito just hums around him and that's it.

"Gonna come," Miyata gasps against Tamamori lips, and he can feel Akito push at his thighs. Tamamori helps, pushing Miyata away with hands on his chest, far enough that Miyata knows both he and Junta will have a good view. Miyata lets the heat wash over him in a wave as Akito works him with one hand, and he's too embarrassed to look for himself as he lets go.

He opens his eyes though, when both Junta and Tamamori comment in unison.

"Oh, fuck."

"Mmm, yeah."

Miyata looks down to see Akito's face streaked with come, little drops dripping down his nose and decorating his chest. It is hot, and Miyata can't help feeling a bit guilty for thinking so, until Akito shakily reaches up to wipe his eyes. When he opens them, they're deep and dark, and the grin he gives Miyata is anything but ashamed.

"Yum," Akito says, cheekily, licks what little he can reach from his face, and then gasps as Junta gets serious about fucking him.

Now that Miyata is out of the way and Akito can breathe a little easier, Junta thrusts into him hard, pulling Tamamori down against them both. Junta lets go to grab Akito's hips for leverage, and Miyata crawls to their side to get a hand on his boy. He circles his fist around Tamamori's cock and lets Junta's movement do the work, forcing Tamamori up into Miyata's grasp. Instead Miyata focuses on getting a hand in Tamamori's hair to tilt his head, to pull him close so that he can kiss him senseless.

"God, that's hot," Akito manages, and Miyata finds himself surprised and pleased that someone finds them attractive together. He keeps kissing Tamamori until Tamamori is making desperate, needy little noises into his mouth and squeezing his arm so tight there will be bruises. Tamamori is close.

"Junta," Miyata says, and it takes Junta a second to respond. Miyata is glad to see Junta's finally a bit lost to it himself. When Junta focuses, he pushes at Tamamori's back, forcing him off of Akito.

"You too, Tama-chan," he says, gritting his teeth, and Akito pointedly closes his eyes.

Miyata helps Tamamori shift forward a bit on his knees, then strokes him fast and hard. Tamamori clutches at him and throws his head back, spilling himself across Akito's face. Miyata watches this time, and he still can't believe it, it still seems weird, but if Akito lets them, if he actually wants them to, Miyata is past arguing. Akito looks gorgeously defiled like this, and for a moment Miyata even forgets to watch Tamamori, until Tamamori collapses against him and Miyata has to help him climb off entirely to give Akito and Junta some room. He pulls Tamamori into his arms and holds him as he shivers and shakes and tries to catch his breath.

They watch together as Junta forces Akito into the mattress next to them, his thrusts almost violent and Miyata would be nervous if Akito didn't look like he was loving every second of it. Junta pulls Akito up, bends over him far enough that he can kiss him, too, heedless of the fluid decorating Akito's skin. Their movements get faster and faster until Junta abruptly stops. He pulls out quickly and crawls up Akito's body, kneels over him as he, too, lets himself go in spurts across his boyfriend's face. He takes just a moment to breathe, and Tamamori digs his fingers into Miyata's leg as Junta lays down next to Akito and pulls off the condom, squeezing his cock.

"Three, Akito," Junta says. "That's how many people wanted to see their come painted across your beautiful face today."

And that's all it takes for Akito to curl in on himself, spilling across Junta's hand and his own stomach, Junta's name falling from his lips.

"Why do you like that so much?" Miyata asks, some time later.

"I guess I like making other people happy," Akito answers with a wink, and it's such an idol answer that they all laugh. Akito shrugs. "No, really? I don't know. Why does anyone like what they like?" He eyes the finger-shaped red marks on Miyata's upper arm purposefully and Miyata blushes.

"Well, I guess you have a point," he admits, and Tamamori laughs and tosses him his shirt so he can cover up.

"Take care of him for me," Miyata tells Akito and Junta before they leave, pulling an indignant Tamamori close against his side. Even though Tamamori is taller than all of them, he's still the youngest, and he's new to dramas and acting.

"We will," Junta assures, and mirrors Miyata's gesture with Akito, wrapping an arm around his waist to press them tight together. Akito grins at them, then reaches to shove them out into the hall, waiting until they regain their balance to tuck his head against Junta's shoulder in a possessive move that contrasts his innocent smile.

"We'll take care of him," Akito repeats, and then eyes Miyata, lowering his tone suggestively. "You take care of him, too." Akito sticks out his tongue and waggles it a bit to leave no doubt as to his meaning, and Tamamori buries his face in Miyata's hair with an embarrassed groan.

Miyata pats Tamamori on the head and laughs. "Good luck with drama filming, you two."

"What about me?" Tamamori asks.

"What? You're coming with me," Miyata points out. "Why would I wish you luck now?"

The B.A.D. members laugh and wave. "Good night!"

Miyata leans his head against Tamamori's as they walk down the hall. "I'm not ever going to wish you luck for it, you know," he says softly.

Tamamori frowns at him as they wait for the elevator. "Why not?"

"Because you don't need it. Because you're perfect and they'll love you no matter what you do."

Tamamori reaches out to smack his arm and Miyata dodges, but he can see the way Tamamori is biting his lip to keep from smiling too widely. "Idiot." Tamamori grabs onto him anyway and drags him into the elevator as the doors open. "You only think that because you love me."

"I do love you," Miyata agrees, and waits until the doors are firmly closed before pushing Tamamori back against the wall. "...B.A.D. are really good," he mentions casually, as if he's not half-crushing Tamamori like he wants them to be one person. He backs off just enough to let Tamamori breathe without struggling. "Don't get too attached to them or anything?"

"Toshiya." He stares Miyata in the eye. "I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you, and I'll say it however many times I need to. You don't have to worry about me running off to Osaka with them or anything. I told you earlier I wouldn't do anything with B.A.D. without you, and I meant it."

"Who said I was worried about that?" Miyata says nonchalantly. He really was kidding, and Tamamori gasps and pokes him in the side when he realizes that maybe Miyata's acting ability is actually decent. But the extra words are a nice reassurance for Miyata's ego.

His heart doesn't need it.

Comments definitely welcome. :)

X Marks The Spot (Tamamori/Miyata, PG)

Fri, 13 Mar 2009 15:36:09 GMT

Title: X Marks The Spot
Pairing: Tamamori/Miyata
Rating/Warnings: PG
AN: In which I write ridiculous fluff and blatantly ignore the reality of concert scheduling? XD
Ninja-betaed after posting by timeripple.

X Marks The Spot

The first concert absolutely sucks.

From the moment they step on stage, Miyata feels that something is off. He keeps standing in the wrong spot, moving in the wrong direction, being generally wrong. He only manages to get through the first few songs by following the others' hissed instructions and annoyed gestures. Their voices are low enough, their movements subtle enough, that it's unlikely the audience notices. It's enough to get Miyata where he has to go. Unfortunately, he's still behind a bit, and obviously so.

It takes longer than it probably should for him to figure out what's wrong, and then it suddenly hits him with all the obviousness of a brick. Somehow, he's unconsciously learned his stage placements in reference to Tamamori's. And Tamamori isn't here. He wonders how that could have happened, wonders why he didn't notice before; but then, Tamamori's always there. He's never had a reason not to be.

But today Tamamori has a reason, and Miyata is suffering for it. He kicks himself mentally, but doesn't really know what to do about it. He feels completely lost, like he'd had red Xs placed all over his mental map and now someone's gone and erased them all.

The MC doesn't go any better- it's exactly the same as his dancing. Tamamori has always been his measure for success. All his jokes, each one is for Tamamori, to make Tamamori laugh, to make it so that Miyata can see his beautiful smile. Today everything falls flat, and it's painful, the other members working hard to cover his miserable attempts.

By the time they have a short break between songs, longer than just a costume change, Miyata is exhausted.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Nikaido snaps.

Yokoo elbows Nikaido harshly in the side. "Are you feeling alright, Miyacchi?" he asks, looking concerned.

"Yeah, I'm... I'm not sick," Miyata says, because he's certainly not fine, but he thinks that was more what Yokoo was asking.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm..." Miyata doesn't want to say it out loud. He doubts anyone will be surprised, but it still sounds pathetic.

In the end, he doesn't have to. Kitayama gives him a sharp look, then states it like a general announcement. "Tamamori's not here."

The others all stare and Miyata looks at the ground. "It's stupid, I know."

"Are you serious?" Fujigaya asks skeptically.

"Are you retarded?" Nikaido isn't quite as kind.

"I'm sorry, I just-" Miyata doesn't have time to finish before the members of Mis Snow Man begin pouring backstage, signaling a song switch, and Kis-My-Ft2 needs to get in position.

"We'll help you," Senga whispers as he brushes past, and Miyata gives him a grateful look. He's going to need all the help he can get.

The rest of the concert goes by in a blur of frantic concentration and is over before he realizes it. He starts to apologize as they make their way back to the dressing rooms, but Kitayama cuts him off.

"Later. Lunch first. We'll fix it later." It successfully distracts the rest of them, as everyone struggles to get out of their costumes, the adrenaline rush of performance wearing off quickly. Nikaido glares at Miyata before dropping onto the couch to get in a nap before Kitayama can claim it. Their oldest member lets him, choosing to eat instead.

Nobody mentions Miyata's trouble while they eat, and when they're all finished, Kitayama rouses Nikaido fully from the couch where Senga had feen force-feeding him yakisoba and then surprisingly doesn't take his place.

"We're practicing," he states, and no one argues. They're tired and they have an entire concert still to go, but if one of them has a problem, they all have a problem, and that needs to get fixed. Miyata feels rather guilty.

They take over the largest space available and Yokoo sits one of the CD players they use to practice in the corner.

"Miyacchi, come here." Kitayama is holding a detached swooshy bit from his costume, and he holds it up. "Turn around."

Miyata gets a sinking feeling. "...why?"

"You'll see," Kitayama says, tying the fabric tight around Miyata's head, blocking his sight. "Or rather, you won't."

Miyata stands nervously as the others mutter and shuffle around, and then someone grabs him by the shoulders. He stumbles over himself as he's guided a few meters away.

"Okay," Kitayama says. "You're in the first position for Crave It."

Miyata nods his head.

"Where's Tama-chan?" Kitayama continues.

"He's not-"

"No." Miyata is interrupted before he can finish. "Where is Tamamori?"

It sinks in after a second, what Kitayama wants. Miyata raises his arm to point out to his right and a bit forward. "Over there." He can hear some of the others snicker.

"Good. Can you see him?"

And Miyata realizes that he can. He can see Tamamori, and in fact, he can see all of them, knows instinctively where each member is standing. "Yeah," he says in surprise. And suddenly the red X's come flooding back.

"Okay. We're going to run it through. Do your best and we'll all watch out for you so we don't crash." Miyata can hear as Kitayama moves back toward his own position.

"Wataru?"

"Got it," Yokoo replies, and he must have hit a button on the CD player, because the music for Crave It suddenly fills the room.

Miyata focuses and watches Tamamori in his head. He can almost see the other members, and he can hear them, and it's not difficult. He lets himself feel the music, flow with it, follow the X's around in his head. When the music stops, he waits, and someone unties the costume bit covering his eyes. Miyata blinks, the sudden light making Senga's face a bit hazy for a moment, and then focuses on Senga's grin.

"Nice!" Senga chirps, and when Miyata looks around, no one else has moved and Miyata figures out that he's only about a half meter off from where he's supposed to be. The other members are grinning to match Senga.

"See?" Yokoo says. "You can do it with your eyes closed, quite literally."

("Unlike Arashi," Nikaido adds, and other than Fujigaya's death glare, mostly likely for insulting some of his favorite senpai, everyone ignores him.)

"You know these dances, Miyacchi," Kitayama assures. "And you can follow Tama-chan all you want. He's always here, even when he's not, because he's Kisumai, and that's who we are."

Fujigaya mimes gagging, but he's smiling, and Miyata realizes that Kitayama is right. It doesn't mean Miyata likes having Tamamori away, he's definitely not happy about it, but he can manage.

The second concert of the day is a vast improvement on the first. It's not perfect by any means, and Miyata's pretty quiet during the MC, but it goes well enough that he doesn't feel like a total failure at the end of it.

Miyata knows that Tamamori is going to be in Sunday's show, but it doesn't stop his heart from swelling when he sees him on Sunday morning. He tries to tell himself that it's just relief and finds that he can't even lie in his head.

"So I hear you can't live without me," Tamamori says in greeting and Miyata doesn't even try.

"I can't!" he wails, and throws himself at Tamamori with a grin, his messenger bag caught between them as he wraps his arms around Tamamori's neck. Tamamori laughs a bit and brings his hands up to Miyata's waist. Even though any already-present members ignore them, Miyata thinks Tamamori is going to push him away. But he doesn't, and just lets his hands rest there, warmth sinking in through Miyata's layers.

"Well, you can stop sucking, 'cause I'm here."

Miyata smiles and lets go with one arm long enough to shift his bag out from between them, slipping just a bit closer. "How was filming?" he asks.

Tamamori looks a bit chagrined. "Maa, it was okay. I don't know how good I am at it, though."

"I'm sure you're brilliant," Miyata insists, and Tamamori's smile goes all soft.

"You think everything I do is brilliant," he points out, but he looks happy, and that makes Miyata happy.

"Ugh, get a room!" Hamada shouts as he breezes past the open doorway, and Tamamori tries to pull away, but Miyata doesn't let him go. He sticks out his tongue at Hamada.

"Go back to Kansai if you don't like it, loser!"

Tamamori giggles softly, and Miyata can feel it shake through him where they're pressed together.

"You missed me?"

"I missed you," Miyata readily admits, and is both surprised and thrilled when Tamamori leans down just a bit to kiss him.

"You only didn't see each other for one day," Senga throws over. "Can you really miss each other?"

"Yes." Miyata pulls away only long enough to answer, and goes right back to his attempt to make Tamamori breathless.

He doesn't quite get there though, as Kitayama barges right between them, last to arrive as usual. "You're in the way," is all he says, and Miyata gives Tamamori a last grin before he follows Kitayama into the room to drop his bag. Tamamori trails him, making a slight detour to save his flat iron from the mess of products accumulating on the counter in front of Nikaido and Yokoo.

They all gather together before the start of the concert, ready to go, and Fujigaya passes his usual lead to Tamamori. "Welcome back, Tama-chan. Why don't you go ahead?"

Everyone puts their hands into the circle, and Tamamori clears his throat.

"Let's work hard today," he says, and then leads them in a well-known cheer.

"Fighto-OH!"

Revelations (Miyata/Kawai, Tamamori/Miyata, PG)

Tue, 10 Mar 2009 17:13:24 GMT

Title: Revelations
Pairing: Miyata/Kawai, Tamamori/Miyata
Rating/Warnings: PG
AN: For the games verse. I can't seem to separate my OTPs. So sue me. -____-

Revelations

It's a few hours into the evening by this point, and Tamamori has learned a lot of... interesting things about his groupmates and the other gathered members. He's also told them more than he'd ever imagined he would- not entirely willing, although on some level, it's kind of nice to have shared secrets, once he gets over the embarrassment factor.

The dares have gotten progressively more risque as the night wore on, but they're more comfortable now. It's not as odd as it was when they started. Which is why it comes as a surprise to Tamamori when Kitayama dares Miyata to kiss Kawai (on the lips, for thirty seconds), and Tamamori realizes that Miyata hasn't kissed anyone at all yet.

Miyata pouts and makes eyes at Tamamori, even though he's replying to Kitayama.

"But I'm saving myself for Tama-chan."

"Tch." Tamamori rolls his eyes and throws an empty paper cup at him. "Shut up. We're not even dating." He scowls to hide the fact that he's a tiny bit pleased by the statement.

Miyata pouts some more, but the others all jump in to tell him to get on with it, and Kawai spreads his arms with a leer. "All yours, baby."

Miyata slides over and nudges Kawai back a bit for a better position, and something coils tight in Tamamori's stomach in response. He wants to stop him, shove Miyata away, but he bites his lip and watches as Miyata leans closer.

Fujigaya's timing again, and at his Go!, Miyata presses his lips to Kawai's. There's a chorus of groans, interspersed with obnoxious yells.

"Gross!"

"Not hot!"

"Ew, no!"

But Tamamori stares, captivated. Despite the shouts that surround them, Miyata and Kawai both have their eyes closed, Miyata's hand resting lightly on Kawai's shoulder. And it looks like Miyata knows what he's doing.

Tamamori clenches his teeth against an irrational flare of jealousy.

It's over quickly, and Miyata scoots back to his place, sticking out his tongue at Kitayama while Kawai dramatically rubs the back of his hand across his mouth. "BLEH."

Tamamori finds it hard to laugh along with the rest.

--------------------

It takes a while before it comes around to his turn again, and Tamamori doesn't mind the wait. There have been a few surprising dares now, and he's just a touch nervous.

"Truth," he says, and Totsuka's eyes light up in delight. Tamamori's heart rate picks up a bit. He had hoped with Tottsu he'd be a bit safer, but maybe not.

Tottsu leans over to whisper something in Goseki's ear, and he in turn gives Kitayama a look. Tamamori can't follow it, and he doesn't like it.

"Hey," he says loudly. "Not allowed." He doesn't actually know what is and isn't allowed, but neither does anyone else seem to, and it works for the moment.

"Okay," Tottsu says, a secretive little smile on his face. "So, Tama-chan, tell us in detail. How exactly did you feel when Miyacchi kissed Fumikyun?"

Tamamori stares at him in horror. "What? No. I-"

"So you'll take the dare, then?" Yara interrupts, and no, Tamamori really doesn't want to do that right now, either, considering where Tottsu's train of thought seems to be going.

"...no." Tamamori stares at the floor. "It's fine."

"...well?" Tottsu prompts when Tamamori says nothing.

Tamamori squeezes his eyes shut in mortification. "I was jealous," he whispers.

"What, really?!"

Tamamori doesn't look up, doesn't want to look Miyata in the face.

"Continue," Tottsu says.

"I felt-" Tamamori swallows. "I mean. Miyacchi's always saying that I'm his favorite person. That he loves me. And I know it was a dare, but I still felt like it should have been me. Why wasn't it me? I kind of hated Kawai-kun for a bit."

There's silence for a moment, and then, "There, that wasn't so hard, right?" Tottsu sounds encouraging, but Tamamori mostly just feels a bit sick.

"Hey, look up," Kitayama says softly, nudging Tamamori's side with his elbow. Tamamori really, really doesn't want to, but he fights down the panic that's starting to claw at his chest and raises his head.

The ridiculous smile Miyata is giving him is soothing blanket that smothers the panic and blinds him to all the other grins lighting up the room.

"Really?" Miyata asks again, "Really really?"

Tamamori had thought he'd gotten past most of the blushing by this point, but apparently not. He can feel himself turn red again as he smiles back hesitantly. "Really."

He feels like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders somehow. "Ne, Miyacchi. Truth or dare," he says, trying not to grin full out himself.

"Dare," Miyata says easily, doesn't break eye contact. "Give me dare."

Tamamori takes a deep breath and reminds himself that maybe it's okay to be selfish sometimes.

"I dare you to kiss me," he says. "Anyway you want."

Miyata crawls over to him amidst hollers of approval and Tamamori braces himself. He closes his eyes as Miyata gently cups his cheek with one palm, and then there's the smallest brush of lips against his, featherlight. He opens his eyes again in surprise as Miyata leans even closer to whisper in his ear.

"Not like this," he says, and Tamamori can barely hear him. "Not with everyone watching. I want you all to myself, just you and me."

And as Miyata backs away, Tamamori thinks that no matter what else happens tonight, he can face all of it, do anything, now that he knows exactly what's waiting for him when it ends.

<- PINK! :D

NOT MINE

Tue, 10 Mar 2009 16:19:11 GMT

POSTING FOR A FRIEND:

Author: sourangel
Title: Hebi
Pairing/Group: Yara/Yamamoto (Butoukan)
Rating: R
Notes: Why oh why did I write this?
Summary: Yamamoto has a secret to hide and Yara finally gets to show Yamamoto his snake.

“Truth or dare?”

Yamamoto sighed and looked around the circle, weighing his options. Judging from some of the dares the other boys had been subjected to, he felt taking truth was the safest route. It wasn’t like he had anything to hide.

“Truth,” he said confidently, looking back at Tamamori.

Tamamori and Senga exchanged glances and Yamamoto felt his stomach tighten. “Tell us the truth about what really happened with Ishibashi-sensei on the class trip.”

Damn it, having kouhai at school as coworkers really blew.

“You two suck and I’m never telling. Give me a dare.”

Tamamori puffed his cheeks out and sighed. “Fine, then jerk off Yara-kun…” Tamamori’s eyes got an evil glint. “…here, in front of all of us, and he has to come.”

Several of the boys starting whooping while Miyata poked Tamamori in the side and asked if that wasn’t going a bit too far. Tamamori seemed to ignore him and just continued to stare at Yamamoto defiantly. Suddenly Yamamoto regretted all of the times he had played pranks on Tamamori while they had been in school together. He never imagined it would come back to bite him in the ass quite like this. Sighing, he looked over at Yara, who was just leaning back on his hands with an amused expression on his face.

“I’m fine with it,” Yara said, already reaching for the button on his jeans and eying Yamamoto.

Swallowing as he watched Yara slide his zipper down, he tried to force down his nerves and paint his face with a cool expression. He had never done anything like this with a boy before, but the others didn’t need to know that.

Shifting closer to Yara, who now had worked his jeans down and off of his legs, Yamamoto placed his palm lightly over the large bulge in Yara’s boxers. He had clearly already been turned on from watching the other boys act out their dares. Yamamoto only hoped this fact would make his job easier.

As Yamamoto started to rub the bulge, Yara sighed and spread his legs a bit further.

“You might want to take those off if this is going to end anytime soon,” Fujigaya supplied helpfully, and Yamamoto willed his cheeks to stop burning.

Reaching for the waistband he tugged Yara’s underwear off and couldn’t help but openly stare at Yara’s now exposed cock. Yamamoto had been expecting Yara to be proportional to his body, small and thin, but instead Yara was long and thick. Several of the boys made lewd comments and Yara smiled smugly down at Yamamoto.

“Come and play with my snake, Ryota.” Yara said.

The complete lameness of the line made Yamamoto lose all of his embarrassment and he reached down to grip Yara firmly, beginning to stroke him from root to tip slowly. But just like his dancing style, Yamamoto couldn’t hold a steady rhythm for long and soon he was alternating between fast and slow, one moment focusing on Yara’s sensitive tip and the next stroking the entire length. It was enough to overload Yara’s senses, who leaned his head back and groaned loudly. Yamamoto's unpredictability was not at all what he was used to. Coupled with already being turned on for a while before Yamamoto had been dared and everyone watching, Yara lost it after only a few minutes. Most of his come covered Yamamoto’s hands, but some landed on Yamamoto’s cheek, and Yara groaned again at the sight of it.

Yamamoto stared at his hands, not quite knowing what to do with them until Fujigaya nudged a box of tissues toward him. Wiping his hand as Yara put himself back together, he turned to Senga.

“So, truth or dare?”

X^3=(2x1000)^7 (Nikaido/Senga, PG-13)

Mon, 09 Mar 2009 10:52:08 GMT

Title: X^3=(2x1000)^7
Pairing: Nikaido/Senga
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
AN: The title is diamondsjack's fault.

This is set in a verse coiled_iris and I created that... hasn't been written. Or well, whatever. Yara invited all of Butoukan and EbiKisu to his place for a game night. Most of them probably assume cards and video games, but Yara has something else in mind.

X^3=(2x1000)^7

"I dare you to kiss Senga," Fujigaya says, and adds "with tongue, for a full minute," because by this point they've all learned that being specific is important to prevent cheating.

Nikaido and Senga both blanch. "What?!"

Nikaido's already wracking his brains to find a loophole, but with instructions like that, there really isn't one. And he knows from experience that passing will only bring something worse in punishment.

His heart is pounding as he slowly crawls across to where Senga is sitting, not meeting his eyes. This isn't the worst dare to come out tonight, not by a long shot, but to Nikaido it feels like it. He'd never been opposed to kissing males, he just hadn't before tonight, and even then, kissing most of the present members was just a joke. It was embarrassing to start with, but fun and, he'll even admit, hot. But Senga is different. Senga is his best friend and he likes him, maybe a lot. He's the only one Nikaido has thought about kissing before.

Senga's always playful and flirty, and there's been an undercurrent of something else in their relationship for a long time, but they've both ignored it. It's a tension they've kept to manageable levels, and Nikaido is pretty sure that kissing Senga will change everything.

He's terrified.

Going slowly only prolongs the inevitable, and Nikaido is kneeling in front of Senga before he's ready. But he doesn't think he'll ever be ready, not for this. Senga's looking over Nikaido's shoulder, not protesting, although he swallows hard as Nikaido places a hand on the floor next to his hip and leans in.

"Okay?" Nikaido whispers, and he's glad that he doesn't have to say any more, because he knows his voice wouldn't be steady enough for anything else.

"Okay," Senga whispers back, just as Fujigaya crows out a "Go!" and presumably clicks the start on his watch timer.

Nikaido leans a bit closer and places his lips against Senga's, squeezing his eyes shut. Senga's lips are soft and warm beneath his, and Nikaido can feel the brush of air on his face as Senga breathes through his nose. When he tilts his head a bit, Senga inhales sharply, and the drag of their lips together makes Nikaido shiver. He hopes nobody can tell. Judging from the shouted protests, that's not what people are paying attention to, anyway.

"Where's the tongue?" Kawai calls out, and it's echoed by a half dozen voices.

"Yeah, come on!" Nikaido distantly wonders when Tamamori got so obnoxious, but then Senga helpfully opens his mouth beneath Nikaido and nothing else matters.

Nikaido runs his tongue over Senga's lip, and then further, to touch the tip of Senga's tongue with his own. He can feel himself growing warmer and it's okay somehow, the nervous lump in his stomach dissolving in the wash of heat that spreads through him. Senga curls his tongue around Nikaido's and it's different from kissing anyone else. His heart is still pounding just as hard as it was before, but now it feels like it's saying something: want, want... mine, mine.

Nikaido can hear the catcalling all around them, the whistles and jeers, but it's a quiet roar, drowned out by his heartbeat and the small sounds Senga makes that no one else can hear. Nikaido loses himself in Senga, touch, sound, smell, everything is SengaSengaSenga until suddenly Senga pulls away and Nikaido blinks. The clapping and cheers clue him in and he realizes that the minute is up. Senga is looking away, bright red, and so Nikaido crawls back to his own seat, hoping that no one realizes how unsteady he feels.

When reminded, he picks a person at random. "You're pretty flexible," he says to Tsukada's choice of truth. "Have you ever tried to suck yourself off?"

Tsukada's bright blush makes everyone burst out laughing before he even mutters a yes.

The game moves on and Nikaido isn't really paying much attention. All he can think about is the feel of Senga's lips on his, of Senga's tongue, and the fact that Senga was the one to pull away. The horrible nervous lump returns to Nikaido's stomach at that. Because just like he knew it would, his entire world shifted in that one minute. He doesn't want to think about it, about being given something like that, just for a brief moment, and then having it torn away again. Doesn't want to imagine never kissing Senga again. And yet he has to, because Senga clearly wasn't happy about the situation.

Nikaido is grateful for the distraction when Yara finally announces a game change, or a rule change, Nikaido isn't quite clear on the difference anymore. Everything seems to be the same, different ways to embarrass people that mostly revolve around the sexual, but there are rules, and Nikaido forces Senga from his mind and focuses on Yara's explanation.

Seven Minutes in... what?

--------------------

It's dark when the door is closed, but there's enough light spilling in at the bottom for Senga to just make out Nikaido's face. Nikaido isn't looking at him, isn't saying anything.

"So." Senga coughs.

"We don't have to do anything," Nikaido mumbles, and Senga feels disappointed. He'd hoped that maybe Nikaido felt the same way, would want to kiss him again.

"Oh. Okay." They're silent for a moment, and when Senga looks over at him, Nikaido is peeking from under his lashes.

"Did you..." Nikaido starts, then pauses.

"What?"

"Did you like it?" He looks away.

"...yes," Senga admits, and feels his cheeks heating again. And even though he's afraid of the answer: "Did you?"

A long pause again, and he can barely hear Nikaido's response. "Yes."

Senga wonders why this isn't getting anywhere. "Well, um. Then, maybe. Do you..." He trails off.

"Do you want to...?" Nikaido picks up, but he's not any more able to finish.

"Yes," Senga says, and reaches for him. He grabs hold of Nikaido's elbow and tugs him closer, presses his mouth against Nikaido's. It's awkward, not any smoother than before, but now there's no one watching. Senga leans closer and angles his head, and Nikaido makes a small noise of surprise before pressing back more firmly.

It gets better after that, more comfortable, their lips sliding together in a way that makes a spike of arousal run down Senga's spine. He whines and kisses harder, sliding his hand up to clutch at Nikaido's shoulder. Nikaido lets him, tugging Senga impossibly closer and bringing his hands up to fist the back of Senga's shirt.

Nikaido is actually the one to open his mouth first, and Senga's knees nearly give out on him. The first touch of their tongues makes him gasp and Nikaido stumbles back a step, pulling Senga with him as they hit the wall.

Nikaido grunts at the impact, probably harder than he would have liked, but he doesn't stop kissing Senga. Their tongues slide together, hot and wet, and it's a bit messy but Senga doesn't care. He feels like he's on fire and Nikaido is the problem and the solution all at once. Senga wants more, needs more, if he could just... something. He's not even sure what he wants, but the tease of Nikaido's tongue against his own is driving him crazy.

Nikaido helps though, because a moment later he slips his hands lower, releasing Senga's shirt to grab onto his hips instead, and Senga can feel Nikaido hard against him where they touch.

Senga wants to be embarrassed, and he is, a little, but it doesn't stop him from rolling his own erection into Nikaido's, both of them groaning, another rush of arousal bursting inside Senga and making him want. He kisses Nikaido harder, and it's a lot less awkward now, a lot more perfect, and Nikaido sounds amazing, moaning into Senga's mouth.

A loud knock on the door makes them spring apart. "TIME'S UP," Goseki says, and Senga stares at the door, breathing hard. He can hear Nikaido sucking in large gasps as well, but he can't bring himself to look. Afraid that the spell will be broken, that Nikaido will change his mind, or maybe even that Senga won't be able to stop himself from shoving Nikaido into the wall again.

The door opens and Senga blinks against the flood of light. There's a round of raucous laughter as he steps out, and he almost takes a step back. "Looks like seven minutes wasn't enough," Kawai comments loudly, and Senga goes back to his place in the circle knowing that everyone can see just how hard he is. Nikaido brushes past him on his way to his own seat, but he trails his fingers across Senga's lower back, and when Senga turns to look at him, Nikaido gives him a hint of a smile. It's comforting, and a pleasant warmth spreads through Senga's chest. He doesn't have to be afraid, and later when they're finished, after whatever else happens, Senga vows that he'll talk to Nikaido for real.

Let the others laugh. They all do, for everyone, all in the same position. They're turned on and embarrassed, and it's awkward and good, but in the end, it's just a game. Maybe they'll feel more comfortable with each other, maybe they'll mess around. But Senga won't, not with Nikaido. Because there, he thinks he's found something special.

Nikaido is no longer a game.

<- adding to my snow collection. Click? :D

A Different Kind Of Thank-You (Nikaido/Senga, R)

Mon, 23 Feb 2009 17:11:21 GMT

Title: A Different Kind Of Thank-You
Pairing: Nikaido/Senga, a bit of Tamamori/Miyata
Rating/Warnings: R
Summary: Tamamori and Miyata do not want to practice. Senga is annoyed.
AN: Omg, I don't even know. This started out as a short little cracky drabble and then exploded into about 2,500 words of intensity and then fluff and what the hell. I realized I hadn't written Nika/Senga in a few months, not really, and I think my muses went a little crazy, because they completely took over and hey, that was NOT what I was going to write. *sigh* You two.
Also, this could have been longer, but I gave up. So yeah, they probably get up and go home at some point. :P

Set between Arashi in Korea and the Yoyogi EbiKisu cons.

A Different Kind Of Thank-You

It's been almost two hours since they began practicing, and Tamamori and Miyata are making just as many mistakes as they had been a hundred minutes ago. They don't seem to notice, though, instead continuously leering at each other and very obviously looking each other up and down as they dance. Senga's caught in the middle, and the mirror in front of them makes their lines of sight clear. They're not even trying, not to hide their flirting, nor to improve their dancing, and Senga's entirely fed up with it. Why does he have to be the mature one? Seriously.

"Okay, that's it. We're taking a break," Senga announces, and stalks over to jab at the CD player, cutting the music. Tamamori is just starting to question him when Senga slams the door of the room. He can't even look at them anymore.

It takes a minute or two of peering through the tiny windows in the various practice room doors to find Nikaido. The rooms are all sound-proofed and schedules are covering half the glass. A hard knock makes Nikaido pause in his rap (presumably, since Senga can't actually hear him) and look up. Senga opens the door when Nikaido nods at him.

"What's up?"

"Ugh, I can't practice with those two," Senga grumbles.

Nikaido takes a swig from his water bottle before answering. "Why not? They were really good last time. I can't imagine they've gotten worse."

"No," Senga grumbles, and slides down to sit with his back against the mirror. "Their dancing is mostly fine, except for the falling over part."

Nikaido raises an eyebrow.

"We get it about half the time," Senga elaborates. "We're working on it. Or I am. All they do is make eyes at each other the whole time. They don't pay attention at all, and when they do the bit where they lean in, I'm totally stuck in the middle. And not in a good way," he adds, before Nikaido can make any inappropriate comments.

Nikaido snickers anyway and Senga pouts at him.

"Okay, okay," Nikaido says. "You want me to talk to them?"

"Yes," Senga says, his voice small. "They never listen to me."

"Right, then." Nikaido puts his water bottle down next to his bag and comes over to give Senga a hand up. "Let's go."

Senga leads the way back to their larger room down the hall and pulls open the door, only to find Tamamori on his knees with Miyata's hand in his hair. He slams the door shut again.

"They're having sex!" he states, completely affronted.

"We're not having sex," Miyata's voice is very muffled by the door, but Senga can still hear the tightness indicative of continued activities.

He rolls his eyes at Nikaido. "Tama's sucking him off. So that would be oral SEX," he finishes, shouting it through the door.

Nikaido makes a sound of annoyance and reaches past Senga to fling open the door. Tamamori and Miyata both ignore him as he enters, up until the point he strides over to them and grabs Tamamori by the hair, forcibly pulling him back. "Enough!"

"Hey!" Tamamori complains, rubbing at his head.

"Aww, come on," Miyata says, and he glares at Nikaido.

"You two have no control," Nikaido says, aiming an accusing stare at both of them.

Tamamori smirks up at him. "Oh, like you're any better."

"We don't interrupt practice," Nikaido points out.

"We didn't interrupt practice. Senga called for a break."

"Because you two were eye-fucking each other over his head," Nikaido shoots back. "Get it together."

"I can't practice like this," Miyata puts in, his hand wrapped around his very hard cock.

"Then go take care of it. Yourself," he adds, when Tamamori gets that look in his eye. "Don't make me go get Fujigaya."

Miyata groans and does up his pants carefully, stumbling his way out of the room when Nikaido pushes him towards the door.

"You, get off the floor," Nikaido demands, and Tamamori drags himself up, looking mutinous.

"Who put you in charge?"

"I did," Nikaido says, "When you both decided to be idiots."

Senga presses himself against Nikaido and wraps his arms around his neck. "Thank you~." Their kiss is interrupted by Tamamori's disgusted ugh.

"How is that fair," Tamamori demands when they look at him. Nikaido nudges Senga away.

"You can thank me properly," he says, "later," looking at Tamamori for the last bit, even though his words are for Senga. "Okay, now run the routine again. Let me see what you've got."

Tamamori rolls his eyes, but he follows directions and takes his place next to Senga as Nikaido heads over to start the music.

By the end of the day, they've gotten through the dance twenty-five times in a row without anyone falling over. Senga's beginning to hate it, but at least they won't mess up in the concert. Again.

*****

Senga is in the middle of changing when a heavy weight drops onto his back.

"Don't bother," Nikaido sings, draping his arms around Senga's neck. "You still owe me a thank you."

Even though Senga can't see him very well, it's clear from the warmth along his bare back that Nikaido isn't wearing a shirt. Senga closes his eyes for a moment against the rush of arousal that goes through him, and then realizes that he doesn't need to bother. He twists around in Nikaido's arms until they're pressed chest to chest, then presses even closer to breathe against Nikaido's mouth. "Thank you," he whispers, and then squawks as Tamamori shoves his way between them.

"Screw you both," Tamamori mutters, reaching for his bag. "At least go do it somewhere else."

"Fine with me," Nikaido grins at Tamamori, easily ignoring the death-glare he gets in return, and grabs Senga's hand. Senga doesn't even think about protesting as Nikaido pulls him along, sidestepping Miyata's matching glare on their way out the door. If it were Nikaido who was pissed off, Senga would think twice about leaving his bag behind, but fortunately Tamamori and Miyata seem to be a bit more mature than that. He hopes.

Nikaido tugs Senga into the room he'd been using to rehearse earlier, leaving the lights off. No one else should be using the room for the day, and lights on now would look suspicious. There's enough light spilling in from the half-covered glass panel in the door, and even if there weren't, they know each other well enough to navigate by touch alone. Nikaido pulls Senga close, and gets serious about the kiss this time.

Senga loves kissing Nikaido. Other people have been good kissers, even really good, but there's just something about the way Nikaido touches him that turns his knees weak. The brush of his tongue makes Senga's heartbeat trip over itself as it races faster and faster, and he links his arms behind Nikaido's neck for balance. The best thing, though, is that Senga can be himself and just enjoy Nikaido's attention, because Nikaido likes him, Nikaido wants him, and Senga doesn't have to force anything. His natural reactions are enough to have Nikaido groaning into his mouth. Nikaido's hands slide down to the small of his back and pull him closer, and Senga groans in return.

They're perfect together, matching. They each do what they like and it works, easy and comfortable, they never have to struggle to figure each other out. And even if something isn't right, they make it so, awkwardness long gone. This is what Nikaido gives him, and why Senga loves him.

Nikaido is easy to understand and doesn't hide how much he wants Senga. He's open and honest and it's sweet, normally, but when they're like this, it's also hot. Nikaido touches him everywhere, hands stroking Senga's back, his arms, his face, and he gasps openly without embarrassment when Senga arches against him.

Senga is hard, the soft material of his sweatpants dragging across the outline of his cock as he moves, and he rolls his hips against Nikaido's in search of real friction. He gets one good thrust, making both of them moan with the feel of it, before Nikaido pushes him down.

The floor is cold against Senga's back, but Nikaido settles quickly between his legs, his weight covering and warm. Their cocks are snug together, a pleasant pressure, too much clothing in the way for it to be any real sense of relief, but Nikaido kisses him again and it doesn't matter. The slide of their tongues together sends more heat rushing through Senga's body, flaring all the way out to his fingertips where they rest against Nikaido's back, and the cold of the floor becomes a distant memory. Senga feels like he's breathing heat, every inhale sending a pulse of fire flashing through him, every exhale a cooling breeze. Hot and cold, hot and cold, and it's so overwhelming Senga almost misses how badly Nikaido is shaking against him. But he doesn't, because the tight press of their chests means that every shiver passes through Senga, as well, and when Nikaido pulls back just enough that their skin is barely touching, his shivers become brushes that spark electric tingles snaking down Senga's spine. Everything pools low in Senga's abdomen and he whines, shoving at the waistband of Nikaido's pants.

Nikaido refuses to move, sucking on Senga's upper lip and then moving on to his tongue, and Senga likes it way too much to nudge him back far enough to get their pants off. He gets Nikaido's down to mid-thigh, and manages to get his hands between them enough to push his own out of the way, and then gives up, the hot drag of Nikaido's cock against his forcing all further thought from his mind. With every sweep of Nikaido's tongue, Senga can feel an echoing throb, as if Nikaido were licking at his cock directly. He's not even close yet, not really, and it already feels so, so good. He pulls his mouth away from Nikaido's long enough to tell him so.

"Yeah," Nikaido answers, his voice low and shaky, and knowing it's because of him makes something swell inside Senga's chest, want bubbling up to press against his lungs so hard he can't breathe.

Senga wraps his arms around Nikaido's back, holds him close again, sliding one hand up into his hair to pull Nikaido down. He presses his cheek against Nikaido's, doesn't have enough air to keep kissing him, just whimpers into his ear as Nikaido starts up a smooth rhythm with his hips. It doesn't take much before Senga can't keep quiet anymore, each exhale an aaahhh or a drawn out moan. Nikaido's are the same, and it's good that the rooms have soundproofing.

When Nikaido stutters out a shaky version of his name, Senga can't answer him, managing only an indecipherable babble in return. Nikaido wiggles in his arms until Senga loosens his grip enough for Nikaido to slide down his body. He doesn't tease at all this time, the heat of his mouth taking in as much of Senga as he can, and Senga cries out loudly. Nikaido's muffled answer makes Senga tense all over. He focuses on breathing when he realizes that he's stopped, trying to prevent the up-down of his chest from matching the up-down of Nikaido's lips on his cock. It's hard not to hyperventilate as the air gets hot, hot, hotter, and he's gasping as Nikaido moves faster.

"Ahh, Nika! Nikaaaa!" Senga writhes on the floor, his arms and shoulders touching cool spots as he shifts far enough from his original position. Nikaido grabs his hips hard to keep him from moving, and Senga scrabbles his hands from the floor to Nikaido's shoulders, holding on tight as Nikaido sucks harder. "Ah, pleeeaase!"

And then there's tongue and teeth and Senga's not sure, but it doesn't matter, because he's coming, screaming out as Nikaido keeps going, keeps sucking until all Senga can do is whimper and shiver beneath him. He takes big, heaving gasps of air as Nikaido pulls back, and even in the dim light, Senga can see the shine on Nikaido's mouth and chin before he reaches up to wipe it away.

It takes effort, but Senga pushes away the haze of pleasure that clings to him, enough that he can focus on getting his hands back on Nikaido. Although Nikaido is kneeling upright at the moment, Senga can tell he's not going to stay that way, not with the way he's still shaking violently from arousal.

It's another thing that Senga loves, that Nikaido gets off on sucking him, that he genuinely just enjoys making Senga feel good. Senga always just hopes that he can make Nikaido feel the same way, so he forces himself to move.

"Come here," he breathes, and tugs Nikaido down next to him, pushes him flat on his back as he moves to return the favor. Nikaido doesn't let him go, though, and pulls Senga into himself to kiss him again. He tastes like Senga, and it never stops being hot; even though they've done this dozens of times, being able to taste himself on Nikaido's tongue sends thrills of aftershocks all through his body.

"Kento," Nikaido mumbles, and Senga can feel his lips move.

"Hmm?" Nikaido still won't let him go. "Don't you want me to...?"

"Stay here," Nikaido says between kisses. "I want to stay just like this, forever."

If it were anyone else, Senga might think they were just saying it, but Nikaido only ever says what he truly feels. It makes Senga's heart do that swelling thing again, and he tries to make light of it, if just so that he can breathe.

"Don't you think that would hurt," he teases, and he lightly trails a hand down to run his fingers over Nikaido's erection to make his point. Nikaido hips snap and he cries out softly.

"Maybe," he chokes out. He gives a breathless laugh. "Okay, go ahead."

This time the only thing Nikaido does when Senga shifts is to grab one of his hands, lacing their fingers together. Senga hides his grin by placing a kiss on Nikaido's hip. Nikaido is such a sap, really.

It doesn't take long for Nikaido to fall apart beneath him, his shaking quelling to what feels like a vibration as he melts into the floor and pulls Senga back up into his arms. Senga lets him, leaning his head on Nikaido's shoulder, face pressed into his neck as Nikaido buries his nose in Senga's hair. Senga smiles and traces little shapes with his finger on Nikaido's other shoulder.

"Well, maybe we could stay like this," he says, and Nikaido squeezes him tight.

Omake

Senga ends up using Nikaido's train pass because it's the only one in his bag. He assumes Nikaido has his then, because he hasn't gotten a mail saying Nikaido is stranded anywhere. And he would be, otherwise, since Senga apparently also has Nikaido's wallet, in addition to his own. When Senga finds Nikaido's iPod in his bag, too, he realizes that Nikaido is lucky to have even a train pass.

He does finally get a mail from Nikaido, and all it shows is a picture of a piece of paper with a hand-written note: "Hope you had fun~ ♥"

Maybe Tamamori and Miyata aren't quite as mature as Senga thought.

Cybersex for Beginners (Tamamori/Miyata, R)

Mon, 23 Feb 2009 05:25:07 GMT

Title: Cybersex for Beginners
Pairing: Tamamori/Miyata
Rating/Warnings: R
Summary:
AN: For diamondsjack's Bunny Fic.

Cybersex for Beginners

This has been a place for many firsts, and Tamamori thinks that he'd like to add another to the list.

He and Miyata are in their usual little cove along the beach, warm midday sun beating down around them and heating the sand under their toes. Their shirts are providing a blanket beneath them, the day too hot for much clothing. Tamamori wishes Miyata would choose a slightly cooler temperature, but, he thinks as he runs his fingertips across Miyata's bare back, there's something to be said for the current weather. Miyata's fingers dance across Tamamori's shoulders in return, and he tugs Tamamori more firmly into their kiss.

Tamamori has been thinking a lot. Sunset first kisses are pretty stereotypical, but judging from how that went, he's considering that there might be a lot more to 'sex on the beach' than just the cliche. At this point, he'd really love to find out.

"Miyacchi," he murmurs against Miyata's lips, and when Miyata doesn't let him pull away, "Toshiya."

Miyata lets him go with a hum. "何?"

Tamamori shivers at Miyata's use of Old Local. Miyata speaks the language without realizing sometimes, but he's taught Tamamori enough for him to understand most of what he says. So few people understand anymore, and it feels like a secret language just for them, special and intimate. Tamamori leans in again for another quick kiss, just for that.

"Let me touch you," he whispers, and he looks up at Miyata despite his embarrassment.

Miyata smiles. "Aren't you already touching me?" he asks.

Tamamori pinches him and Miyata squeaks, then looks at him seriously. "Tama... are you sure? This isn't..."

"Don't say it isn't real," Tamamori hisses, cutting him off. "My feelings for you are anything but code." Tamamori can feel his cheeks burning with the statement, but he stares intently at Miyata and doesn't look away.

Miyata's eyes widen. "Tama-chan..."

"Please," Tamamori says. "Let me make you feel good." He leans in to kiss Miyata again before Miyata can think too much about it, and feels Miyata's okay more than he hears it.

Miyata stiffens when Tamamori runs his palm over the bulge in his swimming trunks, but he doesn't pull away. Tamamori rubs at him until Miyata is having trouble kissing him back, his hips flexing into Tamamori's touch and his breath rushing across Tamamori's lips in sharp pants. Tamamori gives him a chance to breathe, sliding lower to mouth at his neck, using his free hand to flick at Miyata's nipples. When Miyata jerks beneath Tamamori and finally moans, Tamamori slides even lower. He hooks his fingers beneath the waistband of Miyata's bottoms and looks at him.

"Don't make me stop, Toshiya."

Miyata looks at him, wide-eyed, and shakes his head. No, he's not stopping him now.

"Good." Tamamori smiles as Miyata lifts his hips and allows him to pull the rest of his clothing out of the way. Miyata's t-shirt is only big enough for Miyata to sit on and Tamamori's elbows are in the sand, but he doesn't mind. He wraps a hand around Miyata's cock and gives him a slow stroke.

"Aaaah," Miyata groans, long and relieved-sounding. He leans back on his hands and lets his head drop, but then seems to think better of it, lifting back up so that he can watch as Tamamori's long fingers slip across his skin. Tamamori knows this is what he's doing, because it's what Miyata always does: watches him. Tamamori meets Miyata's eye, then purposely drags his tongue across his lips. There's an obvious hitch in Miyata's breathing, and Tamamori smirks. "Shall I use my mouth?" he asks, and Miyata chokes.

"You- you don't have to," Miyata manages. Tamamori grins again.

"No, I don't have to. But I want to." He leans down closer to Miyata's cock and blows across the head, savoring the way Miyata writhes beneath his touch. Tamamori licks at him then, testing the taste, and finds it's nothing unmanagable. He isn't so sure about the whole thing, hasn't been with anyone other than Miyata, but he swallows any nervousness and focuses on how hot it is to be the one making Miyata twist and gasp in pleasure.

Tamamori tongues at the underside of Miyata's cock, and Miyata's hands come up to twist in his hair. It's something Tamamori has gotten used to, although knowing that Miyata's hands were just in the sand gives Tamamori a moment of pause before he figures that they'll both be a lot sandier before they're done. He slides his mouth over the first inch, still testing, and isn't disappointed as Miyata groans deeply, his fingers tightening their grip in Tamamori's hair.

Tamamori gets a bit braver after that. It's a bit awkward, and he's be afraid that he's not any good, but Miyata doesn't seem to have any complaints. Tamamori's name falls from his lips on long moans, and he flops backwards onto the sand, gasping. Tamamori shifts to get closer, tucks his elbows against Miyata's hips and reaches up to run a hand across Miyata's stomach. Miyata trembles.

"Yuta," he says, his voice tight. "Yuta, I'm gonna come..." Tamamori lets him tug him off. He's not confident in his ability to swallow and doesn't want to ruin what he thinks has been a decent first blowjob by gagging and spluttering all over. He presses his head into Miyata's hand and locks eyes with Miyata when he leans up to look. Tamamori strokes Miyata fast and smooth, and another few seconds has Miyata tensing and spilling hot across Tamamori's hand.

Tamamori studies his hand for a moment while Miyata closes his eyes and catches his breath. Tamamori is very hard himself, but he can wait just a moment, and takes the time to examine the substance on his fingers. Scientifically, of course. He's never seen anyone else's release, and he wonders if there's some sort of individualized coding for it. Do you have to code for it, even? Or is it automatic? He's never really thought about it before, choosing to take care of his own needs outside the realm of cyberspace. He doesn't get much further in his train of thought before Miyata leans up and grabs him, pulling him down to lay against Miyata's chest, ignoring the mess on his stomach.

Tamamori doesn't even mind. The good thing about being online, he supposes, is that they can quickly log out and back in, or just switch scenarios, and the mess will be gone. He lets Miyata hold him close, and only rubs himself against Miyata's thigh just a bit, searching for some relief.

"Mmm, you're wonderful," Miyata mumbles, turning to kiss Tamamori's cheek. He pushes Tamamori down onto the sand beside him and gets a hand around Tamamori's cock. His hand is warm and firm and ohsogood, and the few grains of sand that hadn't come off in Tamamori's hair add just enough discomfort to prevent him from losing it immediately.

Miyata's name doesn't come out as anything coherent, but Miyata seems to understand. Tamamori grabs him by the shoulders and holds on tight as Miyata works him faster. He cries out when he can't hold back any longer, and the adoring look on Miyata's face fades behind a blinding rush of white as his orgasm tears through him. Tamamori calls out for Miyata one more time, and then the white collapses into black.

Tamamori falls into nothingness.

Valentine's Day, BAKAYARO! (Kitayama/Fujigaya, NC-17)

Sat, 14 Feb 2009 18:46:21 GMT

Title: Valentine's Day, BAKAYARO!
Pairing: Kitayama/Fujigaya
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Summary: Kitayama wants to sleep through Valentine's Day. Taipi volunteers to sleep with him.
AN: Written for the 24-Hour Valentine's Day Challenge, although that was more a way to force myself to write. Really, this is for swtjemz herself, per birthday request. I... don't think it turned out quite like you wanted. But. Erm. Yeah. *hides*
Also, in which I am too lazy to even attempt to figure out their real schedules.
Blame Kitayama for the title.

Valentine's Day, BAKAYARO!

When they are told that they will have February 14th, Valentine's Day, off, a cheer goes through Kis-My-ft2's dressing room.

The younger four immediately start making plans, chatting loudly about all the things they want to do. Yokoo grabs for his cell phone and types out a message rapid-fire, and Kitayama can only assume it's to his girlfriend. Fujigaya slides onto the couch next to Kitayama and grins.

"So, what are we doing, then?" he asks.

Kitayama eyes him with skepticism. "Fuck Valentine's Day," he declares. "I'm sleeping."

Fujigaya looks hurt. "But we always spend Valentine's day together," he pouts.

"That's because we always have work. Now we don't." Kitayama looks away so that he doesn't have to see the hurt on Fujigaya's face.

"But you can't sleep all day," Fujigaya protests.

"I can certainly test the theory," Kitayama fires back.

Fujigaya is silent for a moment, and then, "Fine."

Kitayama spins around to stare at Fujigaya in surprise. "Fine?"

"Hmm, yeah, it's fine." There's a small smile playing in the corner of Fujigaya's mouth and it makes Kitayama suspicious, but he's not going to get anything out of him now.

"...okay."

"Okay."

*****

On February 14th, Kitayama is woken up by the ringing of the doorbell. He rolls over, cursing the early hour, until he notices that his clock is displaying 1:13pm. His mother is most definitely at work then, and if the ringing is a package delivery, she'll be upset if she knows he was home and didn't answer the door. With a grunt, Kitayama grabs a t-shirt to throw on over his sweats and goes to get the door. He's a bit surprised to find Fujigaya standing on the other side, but not entirely shocked.

"What." He says, and blinks blearily at him.

Fujigaya gives him a crazy-bright grin. "Happy Valentine's Day!"

"...fuck you. You woke me up," Kitayama grouches, but he steps aside to let Fujigaya kick off his shoes in the entryway.

"That's the whole point," Fujigaya says, pushing past him.

"To wake me up?" Kitayama lets the door close behind him.

"Yes," Fujigaya says. "And to fuck me." Fujigaya knows how to work a smirk, and Kitayama's not entirely uninterested. He stares at him, a little more awake.

"I'm sorry?"

"You said you wanted to sleep all day, so I thought I'd sleep with you." Fujigaya's grin is ridiculous, but the way he's slouched against the wall is anything but. Kitayama can't help but follow the curve of his body and he knows he's caught.

"Fine," he sighs. He has to at least pretend like he's the one doing Fujigaya a favor. "Then get in my bed."

Fujigaya follows directions immediately, dropping his bag in the doorway to Kitayama's room and flopping onto the mattress as Kitayama walks up behind him.

"Tsk, you need to at least take your clothes off first," Kitayama says, amused.

Fujigaya wriggles a bit and bats his eyelashes. "I thought I'd let you do that for me."

"Lazy." But Kitayama's not really complaining and they both know it. He drops down on top of Fujigaya and crawls up to kiss him, slow and sleepy. He's definitely interested, but still not entirely awake. Getting there, though, as Fujigaya slides a hand up under his t-shirt and strokes across Kitayama's back.

Fujigaya's touch always has that ability; he can wake Kitayama up faster than anything, send fire singing through his nerves. He slides his hands up further and Kitayama can feel the heat spreading across his shoulder blades.

"Mmm, Taisuke," he murmurs against Fujigaya's mouth, and Fujigaya pulls away.

"That's Mister Fujigaya to you," he says, and Kitayama pushes him harder into the mattress with an affronted gasp.

"You beg everyone to call you by your first name, and then this?" He tries his best to hold his frown and not to laugh. "If you call me Kitayama-kun while I'm fucking you, I'm kicking you out," he threatens.

"Ooh, scary," Fujigaya grins, and Kitayama leans down to kiss the expression off his face.

He licks at Fujigaya until Fujigaya lets him in, their tongues sliding hot against each other. Fujigaya kisses like he dances, a complete and utter tease. He flicks his tongue against Kitayama's, then pulls back, drawing him in. Whenever Kitayama thinks he's re-discovered one of Fujigaya's sensitive spots, Fujigaya sucks at him, distracting him from any further exploration. Dragging his tongue along the inside of Fujigaya's lower lip finally gets him a small moan, but then his t-shirt is being tugged over his head.

"I thought I was supposed to be undressing you," Kitayama says when his head pops free. He tosses his shirt to the floor.

"Well, then what's stopping you?" Fujigaya lays back, hands loose at his side, and waits. Kitayama takes the invitation, unbuttoning Fujigaya's shirt from the top down. It doesn't reveal much, since Fujigaya is wearing a tanktop beneath it. Pushing the tanktop up his stomach, however, does reveal something interesting.

"You put it back in." Kitayama's talking about Fujigaya's navel ring.

"Well, you like it," Fujigaya says.

"I like it because you like it," Kitayama replies, but he can't tear his eyes away from the sparkle.

"Whatever makes sex better," Fujigaya says, never one to be shy.

"Mmm," Kitayama agrees, and reaches out to tug lightly on the crystal stud.

"Mmm," Fujigaya echoes. He arches into Kitayama's touch.

"Okay, enough." Kitayama pushes the tanktop the rest of the way off, tugging it over Fujigaya's head and depositing it on the floor along with his button down. Then he stretches out across Fujigaya again, close enough that he can kiss him, but leaving enough space for wandering hands. He rubs a thumb across Fujigaya's nipple until the other man is whimpering into his mouth. Kitayama rolls onto his side so that he has better access, sliding hands across Fujigaya's skin and mouthing at his neck. Fujigaya clutches at him, his whimpers becoming small cries when Kitayama moves down to lick as his other nipple. Another tug at his navel ring has him writhing in frustration.

"Mitsu," he whines, and he pushes at Kitayama's shoulders. Kitayama obliges, but only partially, moving lower to suck at his stomach, liking the feel of Fujigaya beneath him. His skin is smooth and warm, taut across the muscles that quiver from Kitayama's touch. Kitayama lets him shake for another minute or so, fiddling with the stud in his stomach, before continuing down and dragging Fujigaya's bottoms out of the way. He takes Fujigaya in with little teasing, his mouth wet around him, and Fujigaya melts into a puddle of limbs on the bed. Kitayama sucks him a few times before pulling off to smile at him.

"Good?" he asks, and Fujigaya half whispers, half moans his assent. Kitayama sucks until he's forced to hold Fujigaya's hips to the bed, then stops, ignoring any protests.

"You know," he says, clearing his throat, "you were the one who interrupted my sleep. Shouldn't you be doing more of the work?"

Fujigaya struggles to sit up, but he looks agreeable. "You want me to suck you off instead?"

Kitayama's breath catches in his throat just hearing him say it, but that's not what he meant. "Actually, no. Here." He reaches into the drawer next to his head and tosses Fujigaya his lube. "Go for it."

Fujigaya looks at the container in his hand for a moment, confused. "You don't want to do it?" he asks, looking back up.

It's something that Kitayama rather enjoys, but he thinks he might like to just watch for once, just lay back and relax as Fujigaya spreads himself open. "Nah, I'll watch. You do it."

Kitayama wiggles out of his sweats and gets comfortable against his pillow as Fujigaya positions himself further down the bed. He watches carefully as Fujigaya slides the first finger into himself, stroking his cock lightly in time to Fujigaya's shallow thrusts.

"Taisuke, are you watching?"

"Hmm?" Fujigaya looks over at him. "What?"

"Watch me," Kitayama says, touching his cock more obviously. "Imagine me inside you, already thick and hard."

He can tell that Fujigaya is following instructions well, because Fujigaya groans, watching the movement of Kitayama's hand closely and pushing another finger inside himself. "Ah, Mitsu..."

They continue like this until Fujigaya is pushing down against three of his own fingers, his thumb brushing the sensitive skin below his balls, and neither of them can wait much longer.

"Come here," Kitayama demands, and Fujigaya moves to straddle him, knees on either side of Kitayama's hips. Kitayama can't see clearly, but there's a hand on his cock, and then a tight heat squeezing around him as Fujigaya sinks down slowly, his eyes squeezed shut with the feel of it. Kitayama closes his as well, focusing on sensation alone.

"Ah, Taisuke, you're... you feel really good." It's been a while since he's been with him, and Fujigaya feels better than ever. Kitayama waits for him to move, and Fujigaya starts up his own pace when he's ready. Kitayama opens his eyes to find Fujigaya staring at him, pupils wide and dark, as he rides Kitayama.

"Mitsu," he starts, then stops and bites his lip, throwing his head back with a groan.

Even just watching Fujigaya move like that would be hot, but feeling him slide up and down on his cock has Kitayama gasping for breath. When Fujigaya starts to speed up, Kitayama grabs his thighs.

"Wait, Taisuke, stop."

Fujigaya does, although the look on his face says it's not without difficulty. "What?"

"Don't go so fast. Let's... we have a lot of time. We should make it last." He pushes at Fujigaya until he lifts off, then tumbles him onto his back. Fujigaya looks amused.

"And this way is going to make it last? You never manage."

"Shut up." Kitayama whacks him lightly on the shoulder. "I definitely can." He slides back into Fujigaya, both of them crying out in relief at the renewed pressure. But Kitayama holds back, pushing in long and slow, a burning drag that's ohsogood and not enough all at the same time. As much as he wants to pound Fujigaya into the bed, there's a challenge now. He keeps the pace steady, out, in, out, in, almost painfully slow and carefully, and grits his teeth against his desperation.

It comes down to a match of wills, and Kitayama isn't above cheating. He's so close to breaking, to just fucking Fujigaya hard and fast, but he won't be the one to give in first. Fujigaya is trembling, his hands clenched tight in the bedspread, and even if his pride won't allow him to give in, Kitayama knows he can force his body to. A hand on Fujigaya's cock has him jerking his hips upwards with a shout, and he opens his eyes to glare at Kitayama even as his body pushes for more.

"Unfair," Fujigaya grits out, and Kitayama grins down at him.

"You want me to fuck you now? For real?"

Fujigaya holds his angry look for another second, until Kitayama squeezes his cock, and then he gives in, eyes rolling back as he stops fighting. "Yes, fuck, yes."

"Good." Kitayama lets go of him so that he can grab Fujigaya's hips with both hands, pulling him in to meet his thrusts as he speeds up. "Good."

"Harder," Fujigaya demands, breathless.

"Then you'd better touch yourself, 'cause I can't." Kitayama snaps his hips, pulling them tight together. If he lets go, he'll have to slow down, and neither of them wants that now.

Fujigaya manages to release his deathgrip on the covers enough to give himself a few rough strokes, and he doesn't seem to have enough air to cry out. Kitayama does it for him, leaning over him with a long groan as Fujigaya tightens around him. He fucks him as hard as he can, short and fast, and Fujigaya chokes out a coming just before he does, spurting across his stomach in long, white streaks. Kitayama slows down a bit to push him through it, gives him a brief moment to catch his breath. But he can't hold on much longer himself.

"Okay?" he asks, voice tight with the strain of waiting.

Fujigaya gives him a sated grin. "Mmm, yeah." His voice is rough and deep, contented sounding. "Go on."

Given permission, Kitayama gives in, forgetting everything but the feeling of Fujigaya surrounding him, squeezing good and tight, and Kitayama focuses on that, pounding into that heat with abandon. Better and better, the feeling builds and rushes in on him, and with a last cry he finishes, releasing himself inside Fujigaya as a wave of pleasure crashes over him all at once.

Kitayama collapses against Fujigaya's chest without care for the mess he's made, presses his nose against Fujigaya's neck and breathes him in, soap and sweat and sex. He can feel himself drifting off even as Fujigaya wraps an arm across his shoulders.

"Mitsu?" He can feel Fujigaya nuzzle into his hair.

"Mm?"

"Now you can sleep."

Kitayama chuckles. "Thanks." He lifts his head to kiss Fujigaya properly. "Happy Valentine's Day."

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