[fanfic] Fated (Sequel)
Title: Fated (Sequel)
Author: akastranger
Pairing Involved: Fuma x Kento
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Slice of life, Romance
Warning: Unbeta’d
Summary: Sequel to Fated
Author’s Note: Dedicated to vflmaeuschen_ff & funkysparks :)
Word Count: 2,021
Sunlight slipped through the window blinds and hit the lids of Fuma’s eyes; half awake, he flipped over to face the other side, only to be greeted by the smell of taiyakis. He dragged himself out of the bed and silenced the alarm clock on his nightstand before it could ring.
He stared at Kento’s back in silence, watching the older guy let out a deep sigh. Fuma quietly approached him from behind, making Kento squealed in surprise.
“Good morn-…“ but Fuma’s greeting was returned with a push from the older guy.
“Don’t look!” Kento tried to hide the taiyakis he made from practice out of view. “And get out of the kitchen!” he cried frantically.
Fuma pouted and pretended to walk away, only to sneak back in when Kento had his back facing him again.
“What the heck are these?” Fuma had a horrified look on his face as he stared at the lumps of pancakes with fillings oozing out of them on the table.
“What- why are you back here?!” Kento panicked, his face turning red from embarrassment.
“Hmm…” Fuma picked up a piece and laughed loudly when half of it dropped back onto the plate. He took a bite out of the lump of pancake and let the taste sink in his mouth. Then, he raised an eyebrow, “I’m surprise this is actually edible.”
At the same time, Raimon appeared out of nowhere and hopped onto the kitchen table, helping himself with the snacks that laid there.
Kento remained silent.
“Look, Raimon is enjoying them too.” Fuma smiled, ruffling Kento’s hair with his clean hand. “I really want to see how you made these,” the taller guy laughed again. “The red-bean filling is supposed to be in between the batter, I wonder how you managed to get it to one side with the fish pan and you probably...”
“Do you still think it’s a good idea to hire…” Kento cuts him off.
“Don’t worry,” Fuma interrupted. “You will be in charge of the cash register, leave the cooking to me okay?” He took another lump of pancake and shoved it down his throat. “What?” he laughed when Kento threw him a weird look. “I told you it is edible and besides, I’m pretty hungry.”
Kento elbowed Fuma lightly in the chest and joked, “Just admit the taste is pretty good.”
Fuma took the opportunity to give Kento a tour around the neighbourhood as they took Raimon out for his morning walk after breakfast. After they headed back, Fuma checked the weather forecast and took out the laundry before driving the both of them to work.
Along the drive, Fuma briefed Kento on his work scope and made sure the older guy have an idea of what he was supposed to do. Kento asked questions, and Fuma had a feeling his new helper would do just fine.
Kento helped with the preparations, secretly watching Fuma time to time - the way his hands dance over the fish pans, coating the insides with vegetable oil, applying the batter, placing the fillings, add some more batter on top, close and flip the pan - it was very addicting to look at.
When Fuma caught him watching, Kento blushed and simply looked away. The older guy wiped the counter absent-mindedly, amused at how he was now working in a taiyaki store in some corner of Tokyo streets instead of auditioning to be a musician. He thought about his encounter with Fuma, the conversations they had, the scene where he saw Fuma half-naked - and there it was, the undeniable feeling that he was head over heels for the younger guy.
He wondered whether Fuma shared the same feelings and steals another glance at him; when their eyes met, Fuma threw him a wink and Kento’s heart skipped. Forget about going home, Kento tells himself, just stay at Fuma’s place permanently.
Their first customer of the day was a chubby little girl; she waved happily at Fuma when she entered and ordered three pieces of taiyaki, placing the exact change on the counter.
“Taiyaki nii-san,” she calls out to Fuma as she watched him placed her order into a paper bag. “Will you marry me when I grow up? It would be awesome to have taiyakis everyday!”
Kento crossed his arms, rolled his eyes and hissed. “She obviously likes the taiyakis more than you.”
“Do you like the taiyakis or me?” Fuma asked the girl, suppressing a laugh at Kento’s reaction.
“I like both!” the little girl replied instantly.
“What if you have to choose one?”
“Hmm…” the little girl pondered over the question for a moment before replying. “Taiyakis!”
“Aww… Then I can’t marry you. You can always buy delicious taiyakis here, and I’ll only marry someone whom I love and loves me back.”
The little girl flew into a tantrum, not willing to take no as an answer. “No! I still want to marry Taiyaki nii-san!”
Kento puts his arm around Fuma. “Sorry little girl,” he sneered, “this taiyaki nii-san over here belongs to me.” He handed over her order and continued, “Now, run along and find someone else to marry.”
“Fine! You will regret not marrying me one day!” she stuck her tongue out at them before and running out of the store.
“You’re pretty mean for an adult.” Fuma teased afterwards.
“Be thankful!” Kento smacked the back of Fuma’s head lightly. “I just saved your ass from an engagement to a glutton.”
Then, they looked at each other and burst into laughter.
The queue in late evening was incredibly long, and both men were so engrossed in their work that the day came to an end before they knew it.
“I don’t know how you do this alone.” Kento complained, “My feet are sore from standing all day.”
“Well, I’ve been doing this for three years and I’m used to it.”
They took an hour to do the closing, and then Fuma drove them back home after buying dinner from the opposite store.
Raimon perked up when he heard approaching footsteps along the corridor, he dashed towards his owner as the door open, but clinged onto Kento’s leg when he saw the familiar brown paper bag he was holding.
Fuma took the paper bag from Kento and his pet switched legs to cling on.
Kento laughed. “I love how cute your dog is when he clings.”
“Yeap, cute- just like the owner.” Fuma joked and Kento rolled his eyes at him.
Kento took a bath while Fuma fed his dog with his usual late night snack. While waiting for his turn, Fuma turned on the radio and read the book he bought recently. His reading was interrupted shortly when his bathroom door opened; he looked up and gulped when Kento stepped out of the bathroom wearing his shirt. The older man’s hair was still damp and it made him look extremely sexy, Fuma couldn't help to be aroused when beads of water run down from Kento's hair onto his face.
He almost choked on air when the song ‘You look good in my shirt’ by Keith Urban came on the radio, as if his thoughts were being aired. When Kento flopped down beside him on the couch, Raimon hopped over from Fuma’s lap to his, making the owner pout.
“Unfaithful dog...” Fuma mumbled under his breath.
“Aww... Your owner is jealous of us Raimon.” Kento laughed, tickling the schnauzer.
“You had only been here for two days and you guys are acting like the best buddies in the world.”
“Maybe he just likes the strawberry scent of your shampoo, or your shirt that I am wearing.” Kento remarked.
“I sure hope so.” Fuma turned his attention back to the book he was reading earlier, trying to stop from staring at Kento too much.
Kento frowned at the sight of Fuma reading his book; he had no clues on how to seduce Fuma, but he badly want to touch the younger boy - to hug and then cuddle in his arms to soak in his warmth. He really wanted to find out what how Fuma’s lips would feel like pressed against his, and whether his feelings for him were fluke or something more.
Kento wondered in frustration whether he was getting it all wrong, he had thought that Fuma might be a little interested in him when he threw him that wink back in the taiyaki store earlier in the morning, or the way he had ruffled his hair. He jumped and snapped out of his thoughts when a hand touched his foot.
“I’ll give you a foot rub.” Fuma smiled at him. “You said you have sore feet.”
Raimon leaped off and wandered elsewhere, leaving the men together alone. Kento felt his cheeks flushed at the sensation of Fuma’s touch, he moaned in pleasure when the younger guy’s hand worked upwards to massage his leg. Then, unable to hold back his temptations any longer, he grabbed Fuma by the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer, crashing their lips together.
Kento did a happy dance in his head when Fuma returned the kiss almost immediately. He let his hand wandered underneath the younger boy’s shirt, leaving a trail as his fingers traced upwards slowly. Kento grinned into the kiss when Fuma’s nipples harden in reaction as his fingers circled them. Then, a hand run through his hair and Kento felt Fuma’s bulge rubbing against his right thigh.
So good, so right. Kento wrapped his arms around Fuma’s waist and broke the kiss.
“What?” Fuma groaned in desperation when Kento did nothing to move on, “We’re not yet done, are we?”
“Can we take this to a more comfortable place? For example, your bed.”
Fuma laughed. He stood up, swept Kento off the couch and made his way hastily towards the bed. They extended their foreplay on the bed, undressing and teasing each other like they had rehearsed it before. Kento stared at Fuma’s body with lustful eyes, and suspected that his mouth was slightly agape as he admired his partner’s abs. For the first time, he was self-conscious and felt embarrassed of his lean body. Well, Fuma was lean too but at least he had a well-toned body. Kento made a mental note for plans to the gym before shifting his gaze into Fuma’s eyes and grinned when he saw how dilated his pupils were.
Kento nodded when Fuma asked for permission to be inside him; he wondered whether Fuma had been prepared for this situation when the younger guy fumbled for a brand new bottle of lube from his nightstand. He let Fuma prepared him as he stroked his own erection, going crazy as his skin tingled from the trail of kisses Fuma left on his inner thigh.
The older boy squeezed his eyes shut when Fuma repositioned, mentally prepared himself as he felt Fuma’s strong arms lifting up his hips. A kiss was planted on the tip of his nose before Fuma entered him gently; Kento groaned from the discomfort of his first penetration, but Fuma nibbled on his ear to distract him away from the pain.
The older boy’s hands found their way to Fuma’s ass and gave them a light squeeze. “I’m surprised how well you hide these underneath those baggy pants of yours.” He remarked.
“Oh shut up.” Came the reply.
When Kento was finally accustomed to the feeling, Fuma quicken his pace, giving the task his all until he was gleaming with sweat. The newfound pleasure took over the pain, and Kento moaned Fuma’s name again and again as they rocked in sync towards climax.
Kento muttered a four-letter word under his breath as they unloaded together.
“I never knew sex could be this good.” Fuma panted, dropping down beside Kento before pulling him into his arms.
“Your choice of words is rather distasteful, I prefer the term ‘love-making’.” Kento replied, snuggling closer.
Fuma laughed. “Ah, so you’re the romantic and classy type.”
“Did I ever tell you how delicious you smell?” Kento closed in and inhaled deeply.
“Really?” Fuma asked.
“Yeah, like taiyakis.”
Author: akastranger
Pairing Involved: Fuma x Kento
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Slice of life, Romance
Warning: Unbeta’d
Summary: Sequel to Fated
Author’s Note: Dedicated to vflmaeuschen_ff & funkysparks :)
Word Count: 2,021
Sunlight slipped through the window blinds and hit the lids of Fuma’s eyes; half awake, he flipped over to face the other side, only to be greeted by the smell of taiyakis. He dragged himself out of the bed and silenced the alarm clock on his nightstand before it could ring.
He stared at Kento’s back in silence, watching the older guy let out a deep sigh. Fuma quietly approached him from behind, making Kento squealed in surprise.
“Good morn-…“ but Fuma’s greeting was returned with a push from the older guy.
“Don’t look!” Kento tried to hide the taiyakis he made from practice out of view. “And get out of the kitchen!” he cried frantically.
Fuma pouted and pretended to walk away, only to sneak back in when Kento had his back facing him again.
“What the heck are these?” Fuma had a horrified look on his face as he stared at the lumps of pancakes with fillings oozing out of them on the table.
“What- why are you back here?!” Kento panicked, his face turning red from embarrassment.
“Hmm…” Fuma picked up a piece and laughed loudly when half of it dropped back onto the plate. He took a bite out of the lump of pancake and let the taste sink in his mouth. Then, he raised an eyebrow, “I’m surprise this is actually edible.”
At the same time, Raimon appeared out of nowhere and hopped onto the kitchen table, helping himself with the snacks that laid there.
Kento remained silent.
“Look, Raimon is enjoying them too.” Fuma smiled, ruffling Kento’s hair with his clean hand. “I really want to see how you made these,” the taller guy laughed again. “The red-bean filling is supposed to be in between the batter, I wonder how you managed to get it to one side with the fish pan and you probably...”
“Do you still think it’s a good idea to hire…” Kento cuts him off.
“Don’t worry,” Fuma interrupted. “You will be in charge of the cash register, leave the cooking to me okay?” He took another lump of pancake and shoved it down his throat. “What?” he laughed when Kento threw him a weird look. “I told you it is edible and besides, I’m pretty hungry.”
Kento elbowed Fuma lightly in the chest and joked, “Just admit the taste is pretty good.”
Fuma took the opportunity to give Kento a tour around the neighbourhood as they took Raimon out for his morning walk after breakfast. After they headed back, Fuma checked the weather forecast and took out the laundry before driving the both of them to work.
Along the drive, Fuma briefed Kento on his work scope and made sure the older guy have an idea of what he was supposed to do. Kento asked questions, and Fuma had a feeling his new helper would do just fine.
Kento helped with the preparations, secretly watching Fuma time to time - the way his hands dance over the fish pans, coating the insides with vegetable oil, applying the batter, placing the fillings, add some more batter on top, close and flip the pan - it was very addicting to look at.
When Fuma caught him watching, Kento blushed and simply looked away. The older guy wiped the counter absent-mindedly, amused at how he was now working in a taiyaki store in some corner of Tokyo streets instead of auditioning to be a musician. He thought about his encounter with Fuma, the conversations they had, the scene where he saw Fuma half-naked - and there it was, the undeniable feeling that he was head over heels for the younger guy.
He wondered whether Fuma shared the same feelings and steals another glance at him; when their eyes met, Fuma threw him a wink and Kento’s heart skipped. Forget about going home, Kento tells himself, just stay at Fuma’s place permanently.
Their first customer of the day was a chubby little girl; she waved happily at Fuma when she entered and ordered three pieces of taiyaki, placing the exact change on the counter.
“Taiyaki nii-san,” she calls out to Fuma as she watched him placed her order into a paper bag. “Will you marry me when I grow up? It would be awesome to have taiyakis everyday!”
Kento crossed his arms, rolled his eyes and hissed. “She obviously likes the taiyakis more than you.”
“Do you like the taiyakis or me?” Fuma asked the girl, suppressing a laugh at Kento’s reaction.
“I like both!” the little girl replied instantly.
“What if you have to choose one?”
“Hmm…” the little girl pondered over the question for a moment before replying. “Taiyakis!”
“Aww… Then I can’t marry you. You can always buy delicious taiyakis here, and I’ll only marry someone whom I love and loves me back.”
The little girl flew into a tantrum, not willing to take no as an answer. “No! I still want to marry Taiyaki nii-san!”
Kento puts his arm around Fuma. “Sorry little girl,” he sneered, “this taiyaki nii-san over here belongs to me.” He handed over her order and continued, “Now, run along and find someone else to marry.”
“Fine! You will regret not marrying me one day!” she stuck her tongue out at them before and running out of the store.
“You’re pretty mean for an adult.” Fuma teased afterwards.
“Be thankful!” Kento smacked the back of Fuma’s head lightly. “I just saved your ass from an engagement to a glutton.”
Then, they looked at each other and burst into laughter.
The queue in late evening was incredibly long, and both men were so engrossed in their work that the day came to an end before they knew it.
“I don’t know how you do this alone.” Kento complained, “My feet are sore from standing all day.”
“Well, I’ve been doing this for three years and I’m used to it.”
They took an hour to do the closing, and then Fuma drove them back home after buying dinner from the opposite store.
Raimon perked up when he heard approaching footsteps along the corridor, he dashed towards his owner as the door open, but clinged onto Kento’s leg when he saw the familiar brown paper bag he was holding.
Fuma took the paper bag from Kento and his pet switched legs to cling on.
Kento laughed. “I love how cute your dog is when he clings.”
“Yeap, cute- just like the owner.” Fuma joked and Kento rolled his eyes at him.
Kento took a bath while Fuma fed his dog with his usual late night snack. While waiting for his turn, Fuma turned on the radio and read the book he bought recently. His reading was interrupted shortly when his bathroom door opened; he looked up and gulped when Kento stepped out of the bathroom wearing his shirt. The older man’s hair was still damp and it made him look extremely sexy, Fuma couldn't help to be aroused when beads of water run down from Kento's hair onto his face.
He almost choked on air when the song ‘You look good in my shirt’ by Keith Urban came on the radio, as if his thoughts were being aired. When Kento flopped down beside him on the couch, Raimon hopped over from Fuma’s lap to his, making the owner pout.
“Unfaithful dog...” Fuma mumbled under his breath.
“Aww... Your owner is jealous of us Raimon.” Kento laughed, tickling the schnauzer.
“You had only been here for two days and you guys are acting like the best buddies in the world.”
“Maybe he just likes the strawberry scent of your shampoo, or your shirt that I am wearing.” Kento remarked.
“I sure hope so.” Fuma turned his attention back to the book he was reading earlier, trying to stop from staring at Kento too much.
Kento frowned at the sight of Fuma reading his book; he had no clues on how to seduce Fuma, but he badly want to touch the younger boy - to hug and then cuddle in his arms to soak in his warmth. He really wanted to find out what how Fuma’s lips would feel like pressed against his, and whether his feelings for him were fluke or something more.
Kento wondered in frustration whether he was getting it all wrong, he had thought that Fuma might be a little interested in him when he threw him that wink back in the taiyaki store earlier in the morning, or the way he had ruffled his hair. He jumped and snapped out of his thoughts when a hand touched his foot.
“I’ll give you a foot rub.” Fuma smiled at him. “You said you have sore feet.”
Raimon leaped off and wandered elsewhere, leaving the men together alone. Kento felt his cheeks flushed at the sensation of Fuma’s touch, he moaned in pleasure when the younger guy’s hand worked upwards to massage his leg. Then, unable to hold back his temptations any longer, he grabbed Fuma by the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer, crashing their lips together.
Kento did a happy dance in his head when Fuma returned the kiss almost immediately. He let his hand wandered underneath the younger boy’s shirt, leaving a trail as his fingers traced upwards slowly. Kento grinned into the kiss when Fuma’s nipples harden in reaction as his fingers circled them. Then, a hand run through his hair and Kento felt Fuma’s bulge rubbing against his right thigh.
So good, so right. Kento wrapped his arms around Fuma’s waist and broke the kiss.
“What?” Fuma groaned in desperation when Kento did nothing to move on, “We’re not yet done, are we?”
“Can we take this to a more comfortable place? For example, your bed.”
Fuma laughed. He stood up, swept Kento off the couch and made his way hastily towards the bed. They extended their foreplay on the bed, undressing and teasing each other like they had rehearsed it before. Kento stared at Fuma’s body with lustful eyes, and suspected that his mouth was slightly agape as he admired his partner’s abs. For the first time, he was self-conscious and felt embarrassed of his lean body. Well, Fuma was lean too but at least he had a well-toned body. Kento made a mental note for plans to the gym before shifting his gaze into Fuma’s eyes and grinned when he saw how dilated his pupils were.
Kento nodded when Fuma asked for permission to be inside him; he wondered whether Fuma had been prepared for this situation when the younger guy fumbled for a brand new bottle of lube from his nightstand. He let Fuma prepared him as he stroked his own erection, going crazy as his skin tingled from the trail of kisses Fuma left on his inner thigh.
The older boy squeezed his eyes shut when Fuma repositioned, mentally prepared himself as he felt Fuma’s strong arms lifting up his hips. A kiss was planted on the tip of his nose before Fuma entered him gently; Kento groaned from the discomfort of his first penetration, but Fuma nibbled on his ear to distract him away from the pain.
The older boy’s hands found their way to Fuma’s ass and gave them a light squeeze. “I’m surprised how well you hide these underneath those baggy pants of yours.” He remarked.
“Oh shut up.” Came the reply.
When Kento was finally accustomed to the feeling, Fuma quicken his pace, giving the task his all until he was gleaming with sweat. The newfound pleasure took over the pain, and Kento moaned Fuma’s name again and again as they rocked in sync towards climax.
Kento muttered a four-letter word under his breath as they unloaded together.
“I never knew sex could be this good.” Fuma panted, dropping down beside Kento before pulling him into his arms.
“Your choice of words is rather distasteful, I prefer the term ‘love-making’.” Kento replied, snuggling closer.
Fuma laughed. “Ah, so you’re the romantic and classy type.”
“Did I ever tell you how delicious you smell?” Kento closed in and inhaled deeply.
“Really?” Fuma asked.
“Yeah, like taiyakis.”