[fic] White

Jul 08, 2013 13:19

Title: White
Pairing: Yamapi x Kame
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU
Disclaimer: I don't own KAT-TUN, any of its members, any other JE people.  I write this for fun and for other fans of these fine folks.  But don't steal my plots, mmkay?  I put a great deal of time into them except for when I'm randomly spastically spitting words onto a page.  But I value those too...
Warning: grey areas of consent

Summary: It was the only way to shut Jin up but Yamapi never expected to actually find a flower of his own.

A/N: I went ahead and rated this NC-17 pretty much because of one sentence.  But beyond that, it's probably better rated as R.

White

“I’m telling you, Pi.  Red is better.  They’re trained to know what to do.”

The person talking, that’s his best friend Jin.  He somehow let his friend convince him to go to this year’s Flower Sales.  It was crazy expensive just to attend one and Yamapi can’t imagine himself buying anything…

So why is he paying to go when it is clearly going to be a waste of time?

Because Jin wouldn’t shut up about it and he’s just tired of arguing.

Only giving in hasn’t shut Jin up.  Now Yamapi is subjected to Jin’s rambles on Red verses White instead, like Jin is some kind of expert just because he’d gone to it last year.

Maybe he’s missing the point, but isn’t the whole notion built on purity?  You can’t have it both ways.

Well, once things get started, they will be stuck there for the duration.  Nobody in, nobody out.  Everything from the start of the White Flower Auction on through the Red Flower Auction, the merchandise claiming, and then the after party.  The whole event is meant to be a brief escape from the rest of the world, a luxury of the rich.

You arrive.  You make arrangements with your auction funds.  It’s how it works.  He isn’t going to buy so that part feels really unnecessary, but Jin just won’t shut up.  Yamapi dumps a small fortune into his account.  He’s not worried; he’ll get back what he doesn’t spend, minus a small processing fee.

Small price to pay to shut Jin up, right?  But his friend still talks and talks, so very pushy like he always is.

The White Auction will be held first, Jin tells him.  The White Auction is always first.  Something about tainting the merchandise.  Either that, or Jin’s making shit up to fill in the gaps in his knowledge.  Sometimes it’s hard to know.

Seriously, why did he agree to do this?  He feels foolish.  And it’s not like this is exactly legal so much as it is that the law overlooks certain… well, he always hears it called the “oddities of the rich and famous” which is a fancy way of saying that the group that holds the auctions and certifies all the merchandise  also bribes a few politicians now and then.

Everything starts about an hour after he and Jin get there.  They are all more or less herded into the main auditorium of the largest building in the five-building complex.  The door behind them is closed and locked.

A rather portly man with receding grey hair steps up to the podium on the stage.  He calls everyone to attention and then explains how the bidding works.  It’s all the same stuff Jin has been telling him for a month.  The Flowers (that’s what they call the virgins) are brought on stage, one at a time, for everyone to get a good look while the auctioneer reads off the information.  After that, the bidding starts.  Everyone has a numbered sign (they were almost the last to register so his is twenty-seven and Jin’s is twenty-eight out of the record-setting thirty-one people attending) and the number is tied to their deposited funds.  He’s not sure how they keep up with it all but that isn’t really any of his business anyway.

For a while, this runs exactly as he expects.  Young men and women in simple white robes, all glancing around uncertainly though they don’t seem too frightened… more like… well, confused, maybe?  Yamapi watches it all, already bored.  The voice of the auctioneer drones on and on and all he can think is how he has better things to do that don’t cost $150,000 just to walk through the fro…

Oh, wait a minute…

Just… a moment…

Just…

It’s the last of the White Flowers and Yamapi can’t take his eyes off of him.

The auctioneer is still talking, says something about music and dance, but Yamapi isn’t listening.  He’s completely distracted by the young man.  That flawless pale skin.  Those gentle yet captivating eyes.  The way he almost glides across the stage.  Yamapi’s sure he’s looking at an angel.

As the young man is led back off stage and the bidding for him starts, Yamapi just can’t control himself.  He holds his sign high, not even really listening to the dollar amounts.  The young man is no longer in the room, but the sight of him is burned in Yamapi’s mind.

But apparently he’s not the only one who notices the young man.

The price goes up faster, much faster than any of the other lots.  After the price tops half a million dollars, most of the bidders pull out.  At a million, it’s down to Yamapi and two others.  A couple more thousands added to that and it’s just him and one other man, who he vaguely remembers is the head of a company managing several major entertainment label, a man named Nishikido something?  He hasn’t met the man face to face but the truth of it is, there aren’t a whole lot of people who have the resources to waste so much money on luxuries like this.  Everyone knows everyone no matter who you actually meet personally.

There’s a growing degree of murmuring in the crowd as the price climbs even higher.  Jin’s tugging at his arm, eyes wide as he whispers, “What the hell are you doing, Pi?”

“Bidding.  You’re the one that dragged me here,” he whispers back, holding the sign up again despite Jin’s attempts to prevent it.  “Let go of my arm.”

“Yeah, but… a million and a half?  That’s…  a lot.”

“I know that, Bakanishi!  Let go of my arm,” he hisses at his friend who finally lets go.

Nishikido seems just as determined as he is to win this lot but eventually it comes down to one simple fact, that Yamapi put more money in his auction fund than Nishikido.  The bidding finally ends with Pi victorious, though it’s costing him nearly two million dollars.  And based on Jin’s reactions, the stunned expression of the auctioneer, and the loud murmurs of the crowd, paying so much is not usual even for this crowd.

What is he doing?  This whole thing, it’s nuts.  Completely crazy.  He knows that, but…

He just can’t get the sight of the young man out of his mind.

After the crowd settles down from the excitement of the White Auction, the Red Auction begins.

Both auctions sell Flowers, which is to say they sell virginity.  The real difference, according to Jin, is that Whites are trained in arts and so forth and Reds are trained to give pleasure though their virginity is kept intact.  But really, he just can’t understand the concept.  It seems… almost paradoxical.  You can be a virgin or you can be trained in the pleasure arts, but both?  No.

His opinion, it seems, isn’t his alone.  Almost half of the group looks just as uninterested in the Red Auction as he is.  Jin ends up winning the bid for a young man, attractive like all the others with an extremely bright smile, but Yamapi barely takes notice.  His thoughts are still focused on the angel in white he’s won.

And then the Red Auction ends and it’s time to claim merchandise.

He’s given a key and someone guides him to the right building.    There’s a suite already prepared and his Flower is waiting there for him.  He’s still wearing that flowing white robe, smiling… but his eyes follow Yamapi’s every move and though he is clearly trying to hide it, the man seems afraid of him.

There’s a nice table in the sitting room with a bottle of expensive champagne and some fresh fruit and cheeses on an ornate silver tray.  Yamapi sits and gestures for the young man to do the same.  “What’s your name?”

“K-Kazuya, sir.”  He scrambles to join Yamapi at the table.  Wow, he even makes scrambling look graceful…

“Do you know what’s going on?”

Kazuya shakes his head slowly.  “Just that… I am to obey you in all ways.”

So the White Flowers are not told anything?  How does this… how can it possibly be okay?  “What brought you here today?”

“I’m eighteen now, sir.  Everyone there knows, once you turn eighteen, they take you away and you never come back.  Wasn’t it like that for you, too?”  And the look Kazuya is giving him is full of curiosity and confusion.  But then it seems he remembers himself, his circumstances, because he apologizes, “I’m sorry, sir.  It’s not my place to ask you questions but rather to obey…”

Yamapi considers for a moment before finally saying, “You’re a dancer, right?  Dance for me.”  Everything feels… off.  He knows he bought the right to have Kazuya however he pleases but he can’t bring himself to just push him onto the bed and take him.  He wants...

He wants Kazuya to want it, too.

Kazuya nods, rising to his feet and moving around the table so that Yamapi has a clear view of him.  He starts slowly at first but as the dance continues, he moves faster and faster and all Yamapi can do is watch, desire moving towards a crescendo at the same pace.  And when the dance is done, Yamapi finds he’s already on his feet, crossing the small distance to his Flower.  He caresses Kazuya’s cheek.  God, he’s breathing just as hard as Kazuya is even though all he did was watch…

“Look at me,” he whispers, letting his hand travel slowly down from the young man’s cheek to the silk cord keeping the robe secured.

When he kisses Kazuya, he realizes it’s final.  There’s no doubt left in him - he must be an angel.  No mere mortal’s lips could ever be so sweet.  And as he deepens the kiss, his hands work on untying the cord and then slipping the robe off so it flutters to the floor at their feet.

Kazuya moans against his mouth.  His whole body is shivering and Yamapi’s sure it’s not because he’s cold because once he gets his own clothes off, he can tell it’s not that cold in the room.  His hands are all over Kazuya, playful and teasing and so very, very glad to be touching him.

“You’re just… perfect…” Yamapi whispers against Kazuya’s lips.  But he pulls away a bit, so he can see Kazuya eye to eye.  “Do you want me to stop?”

“I… have to do… what you… say…” he pants back in reply.

“But what do you want?”

“More.  I… more.”

So Yamapi laughs - not in a mean way, mind you! - and guides Kazuya into the bedroom before pushing him gently down on the bed.  The kisses and touches grow more frenetic from both of them.  Everything is new to Kazuya but he is amazingly responsive, which only further arouses Yamapi.  They are two one moment and then somehow one the next.  Kazuya’s growing louder with each of Yamapi’s thrusts and to be honest, Yamapi’s getting pretty loud, too.  When he feels his orgasm approaching, he starts pumping Kazuya’s shaft.

It doesn’t take much to push Kazuya over the edge which in turn is enough to finish Yamapi.

They stretch out on the bed, Kazuya’s back to Yamapi’s front with Yamapi’s arm securely around his waist.

“That…” Kazuya begins, “… was the most amazing dance ever.”

And all Yamapi can do is agree.

But it’s time for the after party.  Kazuya stays behind in the room but Yamapi has to go.  It’s all part of the event.  Jin seems satisfied, so much so that he actual keeps his mouth shut for a change.  But Yamapi spends the whole party trying to find the right person to help him.  He wants to know what happens to Kazuya now.

There’s a bit of arguing but Yamapi is triumphant.  It cost him the rest of the money in his auction account but he’s taking Kazuya home with him.  He doesn’t care what anyone else thinks.

He just knows he’ll never find anyone else that affects him so deeply.

Kazuya’s smile when they tell him just makes him that much more beautiful.

Yamapi smiles back.

Best money he ever spent.

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A/N: Okay, I wanted to do a more detailed sex scene but I ran out of time because this was written for a fic writing game.  But I do still like this story so I hope you guys do as well.

rating: nc-17, genre: au, pairing: pikame, rating: r, fic: one shot

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