[fic] Going Crazy
Title: Going Crazy
Pairing: Kame x Kame
Rating: NC-17
Genre: smut
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...
Summary: This was the day the world would say Kamenashi Kazuya went crazy.
Author's Note: I couldn't come up with a better title so I guess I'll stick with this one.
Going Crazy
He was imagining things. He had to be. Going out of his mind from working too much for too long. He should have gone on vacation like the others. Because… there was no way his reflection moved. It was a mirror, for goodness sake. It only showed what was in front of it. Him, shirtless, having just removed his makeup after the…
There!
It did it again!
He really was losing his mind. He had to be.
This was the day the world could say Kamenashi Kazuya lost his mind. Because there was no way his reflection was gesturing to him.
He was barely aware of the fact he was reaching for his reflection. But as his hand neared the silvered glass, it started almost shimmering. It looked wet, really.
It didn’t feel wet, though. He couldn’t feel it at all. His hand passed right through. And that’s when the words appeared on the shimmer, circling around his wrist.
Say Yes?
His reflection titled his head and looked expectantly at him.
The whole thing should have been scary, but he wasn’t. He had to be crazy.
“Yes…?”
He could feel fingers around his wrist and a hard jerk forward. There was sudden all this pressure around him, from beneath and above and behind, so much that he could barely breathe. He closed his eyes tightly and let himself be pulled, praying desperately for the horrible squishing sensation to go.
And with a second pull, he was suddenly able to breathe again. Cautiously he opened his eyes.
Was he standing on his ceiling?
It certainly looked like it.
Well, except for the bed. It sat amidst the light fixtures and the ceiling fan and there was a suspicious empty space above him where it would normally sit on his floor.
What on earth was going on?
Was he inside the mirror?
A man sat on the edge of the bed. The man looked just like him, was dressed in the same pants, no shirt or makeup. It was… It couldn’t be him, could it?
“I am you, Kazuya.”
“You can talk?” he blurted out in surprise.
The other Kame laughed. “Given you’re in my room, maybe I should be the surprised one. Though… really, Kazuya, you see words magically appear on a mirror and you follow them? Are you nuts?”
“I’m beginning to think I really am.”
Another laugh from the Other Him. “Maybe we’re dreaming?”
Actually, Kame got the distinct impression Other Kame knew exactly what was going on. But that didn’t necessarily mean what he said wasn’t true.
“I guess. So… why am I here?”
“Maybe we got bored?”
“We? Or you? Does everything I… um… You? We… damn, what do I call you?”
“Relief.” The Him on the bed smiled again, a wide and almost creepily familiar smile. “We’ve been working so hard. You know that.”
He couldn’t argue that. He knew better than anyone how hard he’d been working recently. “Relief? What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Really, Kazuya, do you have to ask?” and Other Kame licked his lips while running a hand down his chest suggestively. “I’m you. I know exactly what you like…” As the hand went lower, it brushed long his groin and when it did, his eyes fluttered closed and he moaned.
“Am I really that shameless…?” Kame whispered, fully aware that both he and Other Kame were now hard.
Other Kame opened his eyes again, “If you want to know how shameless we are, you should ask Jin.”
Just so…
After a moment of heavy breathing on both of their part, Other Kame finally said, “Let me take care of us. You need this. We need this.”
“Uh…” but Kame found he was completely at a loss as to how to answer. Instead, he just stood there staring, breath still hot and heavy, as the Other Him stood up and crossed the distance between them. And when Other Kame deftly slipped his hand into Kame’s pants, it was his turn to moan. His eyes closed just like Other Kame’s had.
“I’ve wanted to try this for so long, you know. Ever since I found out I could bring us together. I just had to know…” came whispered voice in his ear as Other Kame. “You feel different somehow. We’re the same but you don’t feel the same…” He could feel the hand in his pants slowly caressing the hard length and lips and teeth and tongue as Other Kame sucked on his ear lobe. “You know, we’ve always been curious about topping...”
Oh, god, yes… he surely did know that. “W-we… we can’t… both…” though he could barely get the words out due to the moan of protest as Other Kame’s hand released his shaft in favor of trying to undo the button on his jeans.
A small nip and then the voice in his ear again, “We’ll take turns, then. Let me fuck you. Please… let me… You know we’re too embarrassed to ask Jin. But if it turns out we like it, then maybe…”
Couldn’t fault that logic, for it was his own. And his hands felt so good…
Next thing he knew, his pants and underwear were on the floor (as was Other Kame’s) and both of him were on the bed. And they were there for hours and hours, it felt like. Even Jin hadn’t figured out some of the stuff his other self was doing to him. That he was doing to his other self.
Apparently topping was fun, though he decided that ultimately he preferred bottoming. He just… he enjoyed the sensation of being filled far too much. Or, well, maybe just enough.
Eventually, both of him passed out on the bed on the ceiling.
When Kame finally woke up, he was still in his bed. He just wasn’t on the ceiling any more. God, it had all been a dream? What a vivid dream…
Though it must have done him some good, he realized as he yawned and stretched. He hadn’t been this relaxed in ages. And when the phone rang and he found out his morning shoot had been canceled, he decided to take the morning off instead of trying to find some way to pile on more work. In fact, a casual stroll in the park sounded like a fantastic idea.
He didn’t see his reflection wink at him as he closed the bedroom door behind him…
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A/N: This was just fun to write LOL
Pairing: Kame x Kame
Rating: NC-17
Genre: smut
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...
Summary: This was the day the world would say Kamenashi Kazuya went crazy.
Author's Note: I couldn't come up with a better title so I guess I'll stick with this one.
Going Crazy
He was imagining things. He had to be. Going out of his mind from working too much for too long. He should have gone on vacation like the others. Because… there was no way his reflection moved. It was a mirror, for goodness sake. It only showed what was in front of it. Him, shirtless, having just removed his makeup after the…
There!
It did it again!
He really was losing his mind. He had to be.
This was the day the world could say Kamenashi Kazuya lost his mind. Because there was no way his reflection was gesturing to him.
He was barely aware of the fact he was reaching for his reflection. But as his hand neared the silvered glass, it started almost shimmering. It looked wet, really.
It didn’t feel wet, though. He couldn’t feel it at all. His hand passed right through. And that’s when the words appeared on the shimmer, circling around his wrist.
Say Yes?
His reflection titled his head and looked expectantly at him.
The whole thing should have been scary, but he wasn’t. He had to be crazy.
“Yes…?”
He could feel fingers around his wrist and a hard jerk forward. There was sudden all this pressure around him, from beneath and above and behind, so much that he could barely breathe. He closed his eyes tightly and let himself be pulled, praying desperately for the horrible squishing sensation to go.
And with a second pull, he was suddenly able to breathe again. Cautiously he opened his eyes.
Was he standing on his ceiling?
It certainly looked like it.
Well, except for the bed. It sat amidst the light fixtures and the ceiling fan and there was a suspicious empty space above him where it would normally sit on his floor.
What on earth was going on?
Was he inside the mirror?
A man sat on the edge of the bed. The man looked just like him, was dressed in the same pants, no shirt or makeup. It was… It couldn’t be him, could it?
“I am you, Kazuya.”
“You can talk?” he blurted out in surprise.
The other Kame laughed. “Given you’re in my room, maybe I should be the surprised one. Though… really, Kazuya, you see words magically appear on a mirror and you follow them? Are you nuts?”
“I’m beginning to think I really am.”
Another laugh from the Other Him. “Maybe we’re dreaming?”
Actually, Kame got the distinct impression Other Kame knew exactly what was going on. But that didn’t necessarily mean what he said wasn’t true.
“I guess. So… why am I here?”
“Maybe we got bored?”
“We? Or you? Does everything I… um… You? We… damn, what do I call you?”
“Relief.” The Him on the bed smiled again, a wide and almost creepily familiar smile. “We’ve been working so hard. You know that.”
He couldn’t argue that. He knew better than anyone how hard he’d been working recently. “Relief? What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Really, Kazuya, do you have to ask?” and Other Kame licked his lips while running a hand down his chest suggestively. “I’m you. I know exactly what you like…” As the hand went lower, it brushed long his groin and when it did, his eyes fluttered closed and he moaned.
“Am I really that shameless…?” Kame whispered, fully aware that both he and Other Kame were now hard.
Other Kame opened his eyes again, “If you want to know how shameless we are, you should ask Jin.”
Just so…
After a moment of heavy breathing on both of their part, Other Kame finally said, “Let me take care of us. You need this. We need this.”
“Uh…” but Kame found he was completely at a loss as to how to answer. Instead, he just stood there staring, breath still hot and heavy, as the Other Him stood up and crossed the distance between them. And when Other Kame deftly slipped his hand into Kame’s pants, it was his turn to moan. His eyes closed just like Other Kame’s had.
“I’ve wanted to try this for so long, you know. Ever since I found out I could bring us together. I just had to know…” came whispered voice in his ear as Other Kame. “You feel different somehow. We’re the same but you don’t feel the same…” He could feel the hand in his pants slowly caressing the hard length and lips and teeth and tongue as Other Kame sucked on his ear lobe. “You know, we’ve always been curious about topping...”
Oh, god, yes… he surely did know that. “W-we… we can’t… both…” though he could barely get the words out due to the moan of protest as Other Kame’s hand released his shaft in favor of trying to undo the button on his jeans.
A small nip and then the voice in his ear again, “We’ll take turns, then. Let me fuck you. Please… let me… You know we’re too embarrassed to ask Jin. But if it turns out we like it, then maybe…”
Couldn’t fault that logic, for it was his own. And his hands felt so good…
Next thing he knew, his pants and underwear were on the floor (as was Other Kame’s) and both of him were on the bed. And they were there for hours and hours, it felt like. Even Jin hadn’t figured out some of the stuff his other self was doing to him. That he was doing to his other self.
Apparently topping was fun, though he decided that ultimately he preferred bottoming. He just… he enjoyed the sensation of being filled far too much. Or, well, maybe just enough.
Eventually, both of him passed out on the bed on the ceiling.
When Kame finally woke up, he was still in his bed. He just wasn’t on the ceiling any more. God, it had all been a dream? What a vivid dream…
Though it must have done him some good, he realized as he yawned and stretched. He hadn’t been this relaxed in ages. And when the phone rang and he found out his morning shoot had been canceled, he decided to take the morning off instead of trying to find some way to pile on more work. In fact, a casual stroll in the park sounded like a fantastic idea.
He didn’t see his reflection wink at him as he closed the bedroom door behind him…
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A/N: This was just fun to write LOL